Today was another warm spring day. The weather so warm, i couldn't refuse going outside. I had spent most the morning, out pulling weeds and planting new flowers. Lavenders, magnolias, and lily's. All my favorite. Alafia helped me, it was such a joy to feel so good in the sun. Parts of memory recalled the strange voice talking to me last night. Was it really going to really hurt my husband? Shaking my head i tried to focus on the flowers. But after several hours, i couldn't. I hadn't even gotten them planted yet. Alafia and I took decided to walk in the market. We bought several beautiful dresses.
While walking through the artist street, admiring so many of the paintings, looking up from one I noticed a tall man moving from group to group. It was Aubrey. He wore a navy blue dress shirt and black pants. His hair was loose today, flowing over his shoulders like a waterfall.
But what caught her attention was the young man with him. Almost as tall as Aubrey, he wore a dark green dress shirt and black pants. His hair was black as night and eyes so dark they seemed black as well.
The two walked looking from group to group, the people barely noticed their presence. As if they were mere ghosts to the people.
I watched as the black haired man reached out and ripped through the drawings at one stand. The woman there screamed and jumped back.
No one seemed to notice them standing there, watching the reaction of the frightened woman.
People even brushed past them and still no signs of their presence.
"Madam, what's wrong?" Alafia asked touching my arm.
"Did you not see what just happened?" I asked looking to her. She looked down the street.
"yes, we should leave Madam" she whispered, her eyes full of fear. Why did she fear them so much?
Hurrying back to the horse and buggy, we climbed on and headed back to the mansion. Hoping to escape the frightening screams.
Walking into the mansion, i froze seeing a small black suitcase setting next to the maroon chair, my husband often accompanied when he was home.
"Gregory" i said out loud, surprised to even find him home. He turned and smiled at me, opening his arms to hug me.
"Sharon, love, I'm glad to be back home" he chided with a look like he rehearsed for hours. I don't know why he bothered, we both knew he was cheating, why come up with lies?
"I bet you are, was it the money running out or was she not good enough in bed?" I asked in a bitter tone. It was always one or the other.
He pulled a shocked look. "Why on earth would you think that love?" he asked, looking completely appalled.
"For aught i know, you could of brought her here to our house" i snapped angrily. He was known too.
He raised his hand to hit me, closing my eyes waiting for the sting, i was shocked to find, it never came. Opening my eyes, i saw he was glaring at Aubrey.
"Keep your violence in the courts" he stated, his blue eyes showed so much hatred.
Gregory pulled his arm back, glaring at Aubrey.
"Who are you?" he hissed angrily.
"Kyra hired me as a gardener" Aubrey chided looking to me with a smile. I caught onto his story.
"Yes, the old gardener quit last Tuesday due to heart problems" i voiced, keeping myself more behind Aubrey. He was far bigger than my husband and i was pretty sure he could beat my husband.
He only nodded. His eyes still full of hatred.
Aubrey turned to me with a bow. "I'll be in the garden Miss" he said with a soft voice, disappearing out the doors.
Gregory's eyes went to me. "Where the gates of Lordadin did you find that boy? Are you sleeping with him?" he demanded. I felt my own anger snap. "Oh, its terrible for me to sleep with him, yet you go and whore with every women around town? Your a bastard!" i screamed, turning to run from him. Yes i know, I'm weak for saying such things then running like a coward.
((don't ask about the gates of lordadin, i don't know where it came from lol ^-^))
Running to my room, i slammed the door, screaming. Grabbing books i threw them across the room. I hated myself for not being able to look at him after saying that. How could he even think i was doing such a thing?!?!
"Sharon, don't be angry with yourself. Its all his fault. He should of been a faithful husband" the voice said suddenly.
I spun around to try and find where it was coming from.
"Why do you want to help me?" i asked out loud, praying no one heard me.
"You should of been treated like your mother's stories say Sharon" the voice said. Hearing it talk of her mother, made her heart ache. Nothing had turned out like her mother had claimed it would.
"Do you know my mother? Is she alright? Can i speak to her?" i asked despite. I wanted to hear my mothers voice again.
"Your mother was a caring woman. She's hear Sharon. She's always watching. She's angry with Gregory." the voice said, i could almost imagine an angry man standing there.
"Please, what are you going to do to him?" i asked wondering if the voice could really hurt my husband.
We're only going to scare him" a female voice spoke this time. I froze. My mother!
Spinning in circles i looked for her, wanting to embrace her.
"Mother, please where are you? Can i see you or touch you?" i asked, feeling hot tears run down my cheeks.
I felt a warm heat go over my cheek. Like a tender stroke from a mother would give a child while they slept.
"I've been watching Sharon. I've hated how you've been mistreated by that unfaithful husband" my mother said.
Like a roar of thunder, i heard the doors begin to open and close. The windows shook. The furniture flew up in the air, spinning around. Pictures danced on the walls. Clothes flew from the closets, spinning in a tornado around the room. Crouching down, i covered my head, frightened something would hit me.
"Sharon, don't be scared, we wont hurt you" the male voice said again.
Looking up, i saw a blue smoke rising from the carpet, floating over to the door, taking a human shape. It turned, looking at me with no face before walking out of the room.
Straightening up, i quickly followed it. Where was it going?
As i reached the stairs, i watched it disappear into nothing.
Gregory walked over to the stairs, looking up with a relieved look.
"Have you calmed down from your tantrum love?" he asked with a smile. The he pulled a face. "I almost forgot to show you a gift i brought for you" he said, turning to walk over to his briefcase. Opening it, i found a strange looking sword.
"It's a sword from Japan, hand crafted by a very famous swordsman" Gregory chided with a grin.
Although, i had to say, the sword was beautiful, it had Japanese words printed into the metal.
"Its a gift for me traveling so much and not being here with you" Gregory said leaning to kiss me. I turned my head away. "I'm sure it must of cost a fortune, whose account did it come out of?" i asked, glaring over to him. He frowned. "I paid for it with my own money Sharon, don't worry, your accounts are safe for daddy's little girl" he sneered, turning to walk away.
A strange humming went through the room. I watched in horror as the sword lifted from the case and flew through the air towards my husband.
"Gregory!" I screamed. I didn't even know why i would have screamed. As much as he hurt me, i shouldn't care. So why did i scream? After that it was a blur.
One minute he was standing there looking horrific, the next he was running and screaming. Chasing after him, i watched as the sword cut at his back and legs. Several servants came running to help him. Aubrey appeared and grabbed the handle. The sword crashed to the floor, blood running off onto the floor.
Gregory screamed in pain, yelling about a cursed house. The next, i was in my room sitting on the bed. Alafia was next to me, holding my hand.
"How could a sword do that Alafia? No one had a hold of it" i whispered. "Please Madam, don't think about it. Unexplained things happen all the time. Maybe this was one of them for your husband going to strike you" Alafia said, stroking my cheek.
"yes Sharon this is his punishment for hurting you" the voice said agreeing with Alafia. Had she not been there, i would have told it to be quiet.
"That's not nice Sharon. I helped you." it whispered, almost with a hurt tone. I forgot it could hear my thoughts.
-You merely put him in bed for several days, that's it, he wasn't seriously hurt- i thought, wondering if the voice would answer.
"You didn't want him dead Sharon. Otherwise you wouldn't of warned him" the voice stated. I could imagine a man shaking his finger at me.
-I don't know why i warned him- i thought, tears prickling my eyes again.
"He has you under his thumb Sharon. He wants someone he can go too when he grows tired of his midnight mistress's" the voice said with a disgusted sound.
Well the voice was right about that part.
"Of course I'm right Sharon. I'm always right. I can see what others cant. Your husband wont be up in a few days" the voice said.
-What do you mean?- i asked alarmed.
It didn't answer. Was it Aubrey making the voice, or Alafia? Was it someone i knew. I looked over at Alafia. Could the woman whose been my best friend be doing this?
"Madam, what's wrong?" Alafia asked with a worried expression. "I'm just worried I'm going crazy, Alafia, no one else saw the sword move without someone holding it" i explained, crying again. The servants thought i attacked Gregory and had Aubrey cover for me.
"Madam, do not listen to them. They did not see what me and Aubrey saw" Alafia said with a assuring tone. Aubrey. Why did i suddenly crave to see the boy?
"Can you ask Aubrey to come to my room, i must ask him if he saw the sword move on its own" i asked, looking at her desperately.
She only nodded, before standing and walking out of the room. It seemed like hours before i heard a small knock on the door. Aubrey carefully opened the door, walking in and closing it behind him.
"You wanted to see me, Kyra?" he asked walking over to the chair beside my bed.
"Aubrey, i must ask you, did you see the sword move without someone holding it? I wont get angry at your answer i promise" i said, watching him. His blue eyes were gorgeous in the candlelight.
"I saw it move on its own Kyra" he stated after a moment. His youthful face turned frightened.
"Am i to blame Kyra? For what happened?" he asked with a worried tone. I glanced down to my hands in my lap.
"The servants believe you were covering for me, they believed i attacked my husband" i said, my voice cracking as i spoke. How could they think such things?
He frowned. "Kyra not hurt husband, dark force did" he said, touching my hands. His hands were so warm and soft. I could feel some colas. Without much thought, i ran my hand over his arm, feeling the strong muscle beneath the thin dress shirt. Such a strong boy he was.
"Kyra?" he asked, watching my hands roam over his arm. My hands traveled to his shoulder and onto his chest. He was broad and masculine. Strong and protecting. Without warning, i pulled him onto the bed, wanting to taste his lips. A lust like i couldn't explain washed over me. A lust i never felt for my husband. But i felt it for this boy.
Instead of pushing away, he responded. He responded to everything. From every touch to every kiss.
I never had such a wonderful night with a man in bed.
"Enjoy yourself Sharon, you deserve to be pleased" the voice said, i agreed with it.
Next Morning:
I woke up alone. Rolling over i saw it was still morning hours. Where was Aubrey? I figured he had gotten up and gone to work. If someone suspected us, i could be chased out of my home and town.
Pulling on a green sun-dress, i walked down stairs to the kitchen. Walking up to the door, i peeked in. Alafia and Aubrey stood there, talking. I could see Alafia didn't seem so frightened of him. My heart warmed. Maybe she was trusting men.
She looked past him and smiled. "Madam, what would you like to eat for breakfast?" she asked, wiping her hands on her apron. Aubrey turned slightly, to look at me with a small smile before going back to work.
"Just some toast, maybe an egg, some apple slices, and milk please" i said, i was indeed hungry.
"Alright, it will be a few moments Madam" Alafia said with a warm smile, turning to Aubrey. He nodded, reaching to grab some eggs.
Walking away from the kitchen, i walked over to my small table in the sun room, looking out over the garden. I was amazed, more than half the garden was already weeded and had beautiful flowers growing already. Aubrey did an amazing job.
"Kyra?" i hear Aubrey ask behind me. Turning i saw he held my plate and cup, setting it down. I reached to stop him. His blue eyes looked to me with curiosity.
"I'm sorry if i did anything unreasonable last night Aubrey" i said, not sure where the words came from. He smiled. "I am not sorry Kyra" he stated with a grin, leaning he kissed me. His lips were hot and somehow made my body ache for more deeds like we preformed last night.
He pulled away, continuing to the kitchen again. Alafia came out, walking around him, pausing to sit across from me.
"You seem happy this morning Madam, see i told you not to worry over what happened yesterday" Alafia stated with a smile. I grinned, leaning to take a bite of the eggs.
"Yes, i think your advice helped me Alafia, thank you" i said smiling. Between her kind words and Aubrey staying with me, i was happy as a child with candy.
I held out a piece of toast to her. A ritual every morning, was to share my breakfast with her. Even though i knew she ate earlier that morning. She always took it with a smile.
"Thank you Madam" she said, nibbling on it slowly. She ate everything like that.
"I see you and Aubrey have gotten close. Does he no longer frighten you?" i asked with a grin. She paused in eating then smiled.
"You were right, Madam, i don't have a reason to fear him" she said with a warm smile.
We jumped as a horrifying scream pierced the quiet mansion halls. Quickly rising from my chair, i ran to my husband's room. Alafia and the other servants behind me. Pushing the door opened, i gasped at the sight of him. His skin was beet red and large sores appeared all over his face. A servant moved to pull the covers back, revealing his shirt was open and in carved letters in his skin read: Abomination. A bloody knife lay on the floor.
He continued to scream in pain. I felt arms pull me back into the hallway. I turned to see Alafia, who pulled me into a hug. "Don't look anymore Madam" she whispered, petting the back of my head.
The doctor had been called. He thought my husband was suicidal. Sharp objects were taken from the room.
"Sharon, don't fret, he will be dead soon and not be so worry some" the voice said, as if it was behind me. My mind showed a man leaning over me.
"You merely cut into his stomach, it wasn't something that would kill him" i stated in a low voice in case someone heard me.
"Sharon, he will die do not worry. He must suffer as you have" it said with a horrifying laugh.