Chapter 68
I'm intrigued by them, they look foreign but at the same time familiar. I keep my attention over at there table. I feel embarest when the older woman catches me staring at them but she smiles at me and nods.
I nood back and try to keep my eyes away from them but the effort only last a few short seconds because I hear the man shuffling to his feet I turn to see the man extending his hand to the woman as she moves to the end of the both to stand beside him, they walk to the back holding hands passing my booth towards the restrooms.
I find myself staring at there retreating forms as the greasy wall obscures my sight of them. When I come too and catch myself embarest of being nosy and staring at them I quickly turn to the table to see if the older woman was watching me. I startle when I see the woman sitting right in front of me at my table.
Her deep green eyes and her wrinkled skin are appealing to me, she seams like she's about to speak but she just stares into my eyes and smiles.
-He's touched you, hasn't he?- she questions, her voice gravely and thick with the Latin accent like the man.
When I don't answer and look at her puzzled. She quirks and eyebrow.
She continues in a quick monologue, she tells me about my past, about my gift and about how they needed to die, and about Phil and that it wasn't my fault of what happened to him at the movie theater, that I was just a scared child that soon I will have a chance to change positions with him, and that how I react to it will be my saving grace.
She continues rapidly giving me information about HIM but still she doesn't name HIM. The thing about how he gave me this gift to protect me but that he has to do penance for it, make a shiver run down my spine, she can see the discomfort in my eyes but she continues, talking about prophesies and about the future child and about the stars and the course of the heavens and what I should do when I see him. She tells me to find Vivian and Ivan because even thought they are bad spirits that they are guides into the darkness, where I am to be until he seeks me, they will also help me with my own penance.
She tells me to beg and plead and to ask for forgiveness, she tells me to ask for the time, but not for a forever.
Her eyes are wide and a little disoriented; her hands have clasped on to mine, she has spoken so rapidly that my mind is swirling with different ideas, painful memories and things that I wanted to know but at the same time I didn't know I wanted to -or at leased not yet.
I want to run away from this woman, she's strange and she's too intense, I want to leave this place but when I try to dislodge her hands from mine, she gives me some words that I don't understand, and tells me to remember them as if my life depend on them, she tells me to only utter them when I'm ready to face him, that he will be with me until I send him away, but she knows that I never will. So she tells me to only use it when I know that we both are ready to be together.
When the man and woman come back, they see us holding hands at my table, and they walk quickly to us.
-"Mama, please let go of the girl"-, the man commands softly.
-"Debe saberlo, miu ciel"- She tells him angrily.
-"Yes, mama, but she's not ready, we will see her again, we have to wait"- he touches her shoulder as if trying to make her see reason.
-"She's beautiful, just like it was written, can you see her? She will be his perfect match"- the old woman gushes looking in to my eyes.
I feel a blush warm my face, and turn my face to look at the handsome couple staring at me. They smile softly at me, as if they where looking at a beloved child. I feel uncomfortably embarest by there soft gazes.
-"We go now, mama. It will get late and he will be roaming our camp soon, we will have to be ready to send him where he's needed"- The man states cryptically and as if he said the magic words, the old woman lets my hands go, and moves to stand.
She moves gracefully and swiftly. She seams younger now, her eyes are bright and her smile is warm. All three touch my shoulder and move to leave. As they get to the door, the younger woman looks over her shoulder and walks back to me quickly; she leans close to my ear and whispers:
"Paenitet Edward. Don't forget"- She kisses my check and walks back to the door, and leaves.
I feel like I've just been electrocuted, I'm stunned into silence, I feel my skin heat up, and at the same time there are goosebumps all over my arms, my head is swimming with different emotions, and then I feel tears prickle my eyes before I know it they fall down my checks. I wipe them and move to stand but my wobbly legs don't want to cooperate, so I sit heavily down again and drink my now cold coffee and stare out the window.
I see them walk slowly away down the street. They pass a few small houses with a lot of trees in there lawns, I can see the tall ferns sway with the breeze and a few houses more were the lawns are brown and neglected, there on the last house of the street right in the corner, I see them turn towards the inside of the property. It is there that I strain my eyes to see where they have stayed.
The house looks old and worn down, the lawn as I've noticed is brown and dried, there is an old sycamore near the front of the property, and on the back I can barely see the colorful caravans all of them with signs and different images. As they enter the property I watch as young children run out to meet them.
The old woman leans down and strokes a young black haired boy and a small blond pigtailed little girl. They all look lovingly towards her.
The light of the day seams to be drifting towards the horizon, I feel tired.