Showing posts with label bloodmoon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bloodmoon. Show all posts

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Blood Moon: Lilith Korbokova


Name: Lilith Korbokova

Age: Unknown

Occupation: Unknown

Origins: Russian (?)

Appearance: Hair - Black; Eyes - Black

Personality: Malevolent, self-centered, unsympathetic, possessive, cold, arrogant

Likes: Unknown

Hates: Something of hers being taken away

(Author's note: Well, nothing much is known of her -- not even her age and origins. Her last name might not even be real. These are all understandable, given the fact that she's the Queen of vampires. And her name being Lilith means she is associated with the "Lilith" in the Bible, where she's known to be Adam's first wife. She's also a demon or a vampire and associated with Satan in other traditions. Given the origins of the vampires in my story, "Lilith" is the most suitable name for this Queen of Hell.)

Blood Moon: Damien Quinn


Name: Damien Benjamin Quinn

Age: 16

Occupation: High school junior

Origins: American

Appearance: Hair - Blond; Eyes - Violet

Personality: Serious, responsible, protective, kind, hot tempered, brotherly, secretive

Likes: Automobiles, motorcycles

Hates: Sweet stuff

(Author's note: He is the hardest to draw. Fortunately this isn't a manga. Haha. He's the kind of person who acts and thinks more mature than his real age. You can say he's kind of boring for a teenage boy. And he's overly protective of Robyn. Too over, I might say.)

Blood Moon: Leroy d'Evreux


Name: Leroy Henri André Pierre d'Evreux

Age: 17 (?)

Occupation: High school junior

Origins: French

Appearance: Hair - Black; Eyes - ?

Personality: Carefree, passionate, sadistic, dangerous, mysterious, uncompassionate

Likes: Watching others suffer

Hates: Boredom

(Author's note: Yes. Long name. And yes, I'm not familiar with French names, which means I don't even know if "d'Evreux" is a valid last name. Only know it means "of Evreux". But I do intent to have a sort of "royalty" name for him to better suit his background. Had considered to use "Faucheuse" as his last name, making it "Leroy Faucheuse", meaning The King Reaper. But, meh~ it's too cheesy. And the colour of his eyes...well, in the story, no one seems to be able to remember his eye colour, so...)

Blood Moon: Jack Kennington


Name: Jankin "Jack" Xavier Kennington

Age: 17 (?)

Occupation: High school junior

Origins: English

Appearance: Hair - Seal brown; Eyes - Yellowish gold

Personality: Protective, composed, gentlemanly, rational, outgoing

Likes: Sports, Robyn

Hates: Leroy

(Author's note: You'll find out why he hates Leroy. ^^ His name was a bit hard to create. I want a kind of old English name for him, and of course there's a reason for that, aside from the fact that he's English. There's also a reason for putting a question mark beside his age. And that's for me to know and you to guess. XD)

Blood Moon: Robyn Winston


Name: Robyn Elizabeth Winston

Age: 17

Occupation: High school junior

Origins: American

Appearance: Hair - Dark brown; Eyes - Dark green

Personality: Quiet, self-concious, independent, caring, reclusive

Likes: Drawing, mythology

Hates: Attention

(Author's note: The name that I initially gave her was Rachel, but I want a more unisex name to represent her not-so-feminine personality. And there's a really funny story of how her parents gave her the name at the beginning of Chapter 11, which I'm going to post up soon.)

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Blood Moon: Chapter 8 - Dark. Secrets.

Robyn reached home around dinner time. Jack, Damien and Stella stayed for dinner and left before 9 o’clock. After switching on every light in her room, including the bathroom light, she unpacked her belongings and took a nice warm bath while being careful with her bandages. As she sat in the bathtub, she could see that the mirror she broke was removed, but it hadn’t been replaced by a new one yet.

After that, she decided to do at least some of the homework that Stella brought her before she goes to bed. She was almost finished with her calculus exercises and French essay, despite having to write slower than usual because of her injuries, when Ashley came into her room with Nelly.

“I have to be over my colleague’s place. There seems to be some problems with the company’s file. Would you be all right on your own?” Ashley asked, a little worried.

The thought of being alone at home in the middle of the night made Robyn’s skin crawled. But she knew she couldn’t be selfish. And so she answered, “Yes, I’ll be fine.”

She had tried hard to hide her fear and nervousness and it seemed to have worked because Ashley was relieved and left. But the moment she heard Ashley drove off from the driveway, it became harder to control her nervousness. She had Nelly stayed close to her and she put on her iPod and listened to songs that could make her forget about her anxiety. It had always worked and she felt more relaxed after a few songs.

It was almost twelve at midnight before she decided it was time to go to bed. Although reluctant and afraid to do so, she still tried to force herself to sleep. After packing up everything in ready for school and bringing Nelly to her bed in Ashley’s room, Robyn sat on her bed, getting ready for bed.

Right when she was to lie down, she felt the presence. She was sure he was in the room with her. She turned to look around her room, and to her horror, a man was standing at a corner, staring.

She jumped up and grabbed a pair of scissors from her desk swiftly. “How did you get in here?” she asked with a shaky voice. Her heart was pounding madly against her chest. She was terrified.

The man closed in to her. His malicious, reddish pupils stared fiercely at her. That was when she noticed something peculiar.

Red? I was sure it was greyish blue. Or was it green?

Yes, that’s it, she thought. That was why she thought something always changes every time she sees him — his eyes.

She couldn’t bring herself to believe that the mysterious young man had been the charming boy with jet black hair all along. Even though Leroy hadn’t been giving much of a good impression, she didn’t believe he could be the ruthless killer that had murdered those three girls. And she couldn’t believe that he was the young man that she dreamt about, the young lad she had had visions of.

As he got closer, Robyn took a large step backward. “Come any closer and I’ll scream,” she threatened while pointing the scissors towards Leroy. Her hand was sweaty and shaking and stinging. She was holding on to the scissors so tight that her hand was in pain.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said gently. It didn’t sound like the bossy, violent Leroy that she knew. He sounded sincere.

She looked into his eyes. They were a deep orange now. He kept telling her that he wouldn’t do her any harm and came closer with each step he took. And before she realised it, she had dropped the scissors onto the floor. She no longer felt she was in danger even when Leroy got closer. She felt nothing. She was in peace.

His voice started ringing inside her head, and she couldn’t pull her gaze away from him. Deep down inside she knew he did something to her. She couldn’t run away, or maybe she didn’t want to run away. He started talking in French, inside her head. He kept repeating the same words, “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

He was right in front of her now, caressing her cheek and looking at her in a way that she didn’t understand. As he leaned closer, he whispered, through his mouth, “Je te désire.”

His lips pressed on hers gently. She didn’t push him away as she stood there, not doing anything. She closed her eyes as his last three words resounded inside her. And she kissed him back.

Robyn could hear her heart racing as the gentle kiss turned passionate. Leroy had put his hands on the back of her neck, pulling her closer in. She could feel his warm breath on her cheek and the skin of his palms against the back of her neck. The feeling of those lips of his against hers, somehow, felt familiar. The feeling resonated at the back of her mind. It was as if it wasn’t the first time they kissed.

Before she knew it, his hands pushed her hair away from her shoulders and traced her neck with his fingers. His lips moved down towards her neck and kissed on it. She could vaguely hear him whispered “Eliza” in her ear. As he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, she felt a slight sting on her neck where his lips touched. It felt like two tiny needles were pressing on her neck. But the sting got more intense and it felt painful.

All of a sudden, she and Leroy were pushed down by a strong force. Robyn fell on her bed and opened her eyes. It felt like she was awaken from a trance. She touched her lips with her eyes widened. Why did I do that?

Robyn turned around to see two bodies rolling on the floor, one on another. Leroy was pressed against the floor, strangled by another man. It didn’t take long for her to realise that it was Jack. His seal brown hair gave it away. He must’ve come to check on her, she thought.

However, she couldn’t understand one thing — how did Jack get in? She turned to look in the direction of the force that pushed her down. She could only see a wall and a window, and it was firmly and safely locked with the glass unbroken.

Jack, who was still on top of Leroy, punched his knuckle right into Leroy’s face. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” Jack shouted in a hoarse voice before he gave Leroy another punch in the face.

“Get off me!” Leroy demanded and flung Jack onto a wall with just a wave of his hand. The part that Jack hit on was cracked and dented.

Robyn thought her eyes must’ve been playing tricks on her, because no human could ever flung another human onto the wall with just a wave of its hand, destroying the concrete wall in the process, and then disappeared in a flash of red light. But that was what she saw Leroy did. With another flash of red light, Jack disappeared, and returned a second later with Leroy in his arms.

As they wrestled around the room, Robyn had noticed both Leroy and Jack’s eyes were sheer black. It weren’t only the pupils, but the entire eyes were black. Their beautiful faces turned into a beastly expression — eyes staring at each other fiercely; lips stretched from ear to ear, being pulled back to reveal two long canines. They were humans no longer. They had turned into fearsome predators in a matter of seconds.

Leroy swung his hand across Jack’s chest and four bloody scratch marks appeared on Jack’s shirt. He was about to hit Jack on the face but Jack grabbed his hand immediately and hurled him on to the wall. Another dent appeared on it.

Leroy, who fell on the floor, stood up and shaped his hand into a claw. Robyn thought he was going to scratch Jack again but she knew she was wrong when she saw a dim light coming from his palm. The dim light turned into a large ball of fire with bright red flames, flames that were oh-so-familiar. It was the same colour of flames as those she saw in the news. And she knew it was the same fire that burnt the forest in Riverdale.

Robyn’s eyes widened and were unblinking when Leroy threw the fire at Jack, and Jack, without much effort, made an ice wall out of thin air and blocked the attack.

As they continued on their fight, Robyn could hardly believe her eyes. She was too dumbfounded to even breathe. She tried to convince herself that she was dreaming. She must have fallen asleep on her desk while trying to finish her homework and now she’s dreaming, she thought. She literally slapped herself on the face and blinked very hard to try to make what she was seeing to go away. But it didn’t work at all and she had become very frustrated. Even more so when she saw Leroy bit into Jack’s neck, causing blood to ooze out like water, but the wound closed in just a second and was gone by the next second. That was when she noticed that, despite being in such a violent brawl, both of them had no serious wounds at all.

The scene of two of the boys she knew turned into beasts was unbearable. Jack’s shirt and jeans were torn and ripped with blood on them; the corner of Leroy’s mouth was dripping of Jack’s blood and onto Leroy’s ragged coat.

Then, a piercing scream resounded in the room. The boys stopped, their fists frozen in the air. Robyn’s throat felt sore. It was then that she knew it was her who made that scream.

Robyn had clapped her hands on her head and closed her eyes. She had wanted everything to go away and make herself wake up from the nightmare.

The boys looked at her in shock. Jack was utterly speechless. Evidently, he had forgotten that Robyn was still in the room, wide awoke.

Robyn sat on her bed, hands clapped against her head, eyes closed, crouching her body. “It’s not real, it’s not real,” she kept telling herself in her head, despite knowing that it was. She knew no dreams could be so crystal clear and real, not even her usual nightmares felt this real.

She felt a hand touching her shoulder, and she reflexively slapped it away.

“Robyn?”

By hearing the voice, she knew it was Jack. She opened her tightly closed eyes and looked up to find the usual pair of amber eyes staring at her. They weren’t sheer black anymore, and there weren’t any canines. Leroy, who was standing beside her, had returned to his normal, arrogant-looking self. But his eyes were of ash mauve.

Yes, she knows these faces, she thought. But I don’t know these two persons.

Remembering the scene a few seconds ago, she jumped off the bed and moved away from them. Her limbs were shaking too much to let her run away and she was too horrified to speak.

“Robyn, it’s all right now. You don’t have to be scared,” Jack said softly while approaching her.

Even though she was afraid, deep down she knew she could still trust him. That was why she stayed where she was and didn’t run away as Jack closed in. Jack stretched out his hand and put his palm on her forehead. “You don’t have to remember any of these.”

Robyn felt dizzy and her vision was blurred almost immediately after Jack placed his palm on her head. However, all of a sudden, it stopped. Her vision had returned to normal and she wasn’t lightheaded anymore. Leroy had seized Jack’s hand and pulled it away from her.

“You’re not going to use the charm on her,” he demanded imperatively while still had Jack’s hand in his grip.

Jack shrugged off Leroy’s grip and looked at him in incredulity. “If they find out that she knew, they’ll kill her!”

Or recruit her,” Leroy suggested matter-of-factly.

Jack let out a bitter chuckle. “One, does she look like she can protect herself against people like us? They’ll only recruit people who are useful to them. Two, and the main point, I don’t want her to become one of us.”

There was an awkward pause. Robyn could only gape at them as she didn’t understand a thing they were talking about.

Suddenly, it was as if Jack had realised something important. “That’s what you want, isn’t? She, dead.” He pounded on Leroy and grabbed his collar. “Why the hell are you doing this? What did she ever do to you?” Jack asked angrily, his voice raising with each word he spoke.

Leroy chuckled bitterly. “You want to know? I suggest you looking into her ancestry.” He flung off Jack’s hands and turned his piercing gaze to Robyn. “I’ll get back what I’ve lost.” He gave her one last, bitter look before he disappeared into a flash of red light.

Jack was staring at the spot where Leroy had disappeared while pondering over what Leroy said.

“I wanna know.”

Jack was surprised by Robyn’s sudden words. He turned around to face Robyn who was still standing on the same spot.

“I wanna know the truth. I wanna know who or what you are. I wanna know everything,” Robyn said firmly. She gaze was unwavering. She was determined.

Jack didn’t answer immediately. The silent stretched into an awkwardly long pause.

Jack turned his gaze away from her. “You read a lot about myths. And you’re smart. It shouldn’t be hard for you to guess what I am.”

Another pause. Robyn couldn’t find the right words to say.

“Is that why...you asked me if I believe in myths the other day?” She took in a deep breath and gulped. “Vampires?”

He looked at her for a brief moment. He wasn’t brave enough to look straight into her eyes. He put his hands into his pockets and shifted his weight from one leg to another. It was obvious that he felt very uneasy.

Even though he didn’t give her a sounded answer, she knew what answer he was going to give. “Oh my god.” Those were the only words she could say.

After that, neither of them said anything. It wasn’t because they didn’t have anything to say but they didn’t know how to say it.

“No,” Robyn said firmly, more to herself than to Jack. “Vampires aren’t supposed to walk in broad day light, or have reflection, and they don’t feed on anything else but...blood.” Saying the last word had made her felt awkward.

“We...created some facts about us and spread them to the humans to mislead them,” Jack explained carefully. He paused for a bit before continuing. “So, vampires can walk under the sun, we have reflection and we do eat food like humans. Well, even though the food doesn’t really fill up our stomach, we still eat them, for the sake of tasting something else other than...you know.” He avoided using the word which, he clearly knew, would make Robyn uncomfortable.

“So...you don’t sleep in a coffin?”

It felt really strange to ask questions to a notoriously terrifying, blood-sucking creature like it was only natural. But Robyn had somehow calmed down and she wasn’t afraid of him anymore.

Jack chuckled. It wasn’t bitter or sarcastic. He was really laughing. “No. I prefer a soft and comfortable bed.”

“And...garlics?”

“We actually eat them.”

“So what facts about your kind mentioned in the books are actually true?” Robyn asked impatiently. She couldn’t believe everything she thought she knew about vampires was only created by the vampires to deceive humans.

“Well...we do have alluring features...and we’re sort of...immortal,” Jack said with great difficulty, as if he was embarrassed of the things he just said. “We still age like humans do, but the process is much slower. We age like normal humans when we’re kids, but the older we get, the slower we age. And our wounds heal by themselves. So, in a sense, we’re immortal.”

Robyn was quiet. She was in deep thought, trying her hardest to find the right words to say. “How old are you?”

Jack smiled weakly. “I was born five years after Queen Elizabeth I died. You do the math.”

Upon hearing that, Robyn’s jaw dropped. “Four hundred years old,” she whispered through her breath to herself.

“So technically I’m an old man,” Jack said and laughed bitterly.

And then, both of them went silent. It felt really uncomfortable.

“Funny. I’m so calm now. I’m not scared anymore. But I’m supposed to,” Robyn blurted and laughed a little. She only said it for the sake of saying something to break the silence. However, she got herself an unexpected reply.

“That’s because I did something to you,” Jack said flatly. “I’m controlling your emotions.”

Robyn gave him a “what?” look. She was in disbelief.

“We have powers. Well, I guess you already knew that.” He stared at the small pile of water on the floor where the ice wall used to be. “We gain powers as we grow older. The first that we’ll get is strength. Every one of us has that. And then, it’s teleportation. You know, like Harry Potter can Apparate and Disapparate. Only we do that without the wand. And again, every vampire can do that.”

He paused and waited for the information to sink into Robyn. “After that, most vampires would have developed telepathic powers to manipulate and read minds, and communicate through minds, like...Leroy.” He spoke of the name in deep disgust. “But some of us, instead of becoming a telepath, they become empaths with the power to read emotions and control them, like me.”

He laughed to himself. “This power comes in really handy when I’m dealing with that overprotective friend of yours. Without it, I can’t imagine how many times he would have pounded on me.”

“So I’m guessing you’ve also used that on me several times.”

“I can’t bear to see you cry and so exhausted.” He paused and cleared his throat. “And next is the elemental power. Each of us has the power to manipulate either one of the five elements. My element is water.”

“Then, Leroy’s must be fire,” Robyn said weakly to herself. She looked straight into Jack’s eyes suddenly, which surprised him. “Leroy. I felt...needle-like things on my neck. Was he...trying to...me?” Robyn asked while touching the part of her neck where she felt the sting. She couldn’t bring herself to say it. The mere thought of it made her felt a chill down her spine.

Jack did not answer. He simply gave her a look.

“He’s trying to do...what he did to those girls...to me. So that’s what happened. He hypnotised the girls, drunk all of their blood, and kill them in the process. The wounds must have somehow disappeared,” Robyn explained, to herself, frantically. Her breathing became heavy and her heartbeat had become more rapid. “That’s what he was trying to do to me just now.”

Jack grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently. “Robyn, calm down.”

“No. He’s trying to kill me, isn’t it? And he said he won’t give up!”

“Robyn,” Jack raised his voice. Robyn immediately looked straight at him. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Trust me. I came in time, didn’t I? I can sense it if you’re in danger.”

She was not sure if it was Jack’s reassuring words that had calmed her, or it was his empathic power in the working, but she had become much more composed, and her heartbeat as well as her breathing were back to normal.

“What does he want? Why is he so determined to kill me?”

Jack gave her a look as if he had remembered something vital. “He told me to look into your ancestry,” he spoke more to himself than to her.

“My ancestors?”

“Does your family keep records? Like a family tree or something?” Jack asked hastily.

Robyn shook her head.

Jack pondered for a moment. “Tomorrow. We’ll visit an acquaintance of mine.”

Robyn agreed to go with him, albeit not knowing the reason to do so.

“And Robyn, you have to promise me you won’t speak to anybody about tonight. You can’t tell anyone about what happened or what I told you. Absolutely nobody. Not even Ashley. Do you understand?” Jack said with a very solemn expression on his face.

Seeing Jack’s expression, Robyn nodded a few times.

“If the council finds out you know everything, they won’t let you off so easily.” He then smacked his forehead. “Shouldn’t have told you in the first place...what was I thinking?” he asked himself repeatedly, pacing back and forth in the room. Suddenly, he stopped dead. “No. I should use the Memory charm now,” he suggested to himself.

“No!” Robyn exclaimed. “You’re going to erase my memories, aren’t you?” She paused to take a deep breath to calm herself. Jack could only look at her apologetically. “You are not going to mess with my brain. I have the right to know exactly what I’m facing and the true identity of my friend.”

Jack laughed bitterly. “You sure you wanna befriend a blood-sucking killer?”

“Yes,” Robyn answered confidently.

“Vampires are beasts created by Lucifer — or Satan, or whatever you’ll like to call it, to bring chaos and catastrophe to humans as revenge to God. We are predators made to be beautiful to lure humans, so we can consume them. We’re cold-blooded and brutal. Don’t you think it’s wise to stay away from me? Or forget about everything I just told you?” Jack looked at her with an excruciating stare, waiting for an answer he’d expected from a sane person.

It began with a quiet giggle, and then a light chuckle, and evolved into a silent belly-laugh. Robyn couldn’t stop herself form laughing. “No offence but...I find it rather difficult to be...afraid of you.” And she burst into laughter once again. She tried to stop when she saw the annoyed face of Jack. “If it’s Leroy, I would have been scared to death; but you?...Hell no.”

Robyn had stopped laughing now. She sat on the bed and smiled to Jack. “Being a vampire doesn’t make you a monster. I may not know much about vampires — well, I thought I knew everything about vampires, thanks to you guys — but I know you. After knowing you for two whole years, you think I wouldn’t know if you’re a bad person?” she said while staring straight into his eyes. “I’m not a genius, but I’m no idiot, either,” she added when Jack gave her a doubtful look, with a tiny hint of irritation in her voice.

She hove a quiet sigh. “Look, I know you. I trust you.”

Jack sniggered. “You’re definitely not a sane person. You’re saying you trust me? Someone who used to kill thousands of innocents just so they can quench their bloody thirst?”

Robyn was quiet for a moment before she spoke. “I don’t know if you’ve killed somebody. And to be honest, I don’t care. And didn’t you just say you used to? That’s past tense.” She made another pause. “The Jack I know wouldn’t hurt a fly if he had a choice. And I know you wouldn’t hurt anybody…especially me.” She looked at him with so much trust in her eyes that it frightened him.

Jack locked his jaws. He looked away briefly and back at her again. But at that brief moment, Robyn thought she saw the corner of his mouth twitched. And there was something in his eyes that said…guilt. A deep, remorseful guilt. He gripped the brass frame at the end of the bed. His breathing became rapid. He looked as if he was struggling inside.

He looked at her with such intensity, frowning so hard that Robyn thought he was sick. “I don’t deserve that trust. And I’m not being modest.”

Blood Moon: Chapter 7 - Mirror. Reflection.

Robyn opened her eyes. The room was filled with bright sunlight from outside the window. She had just fallen asleep when she felt it. It was him. But he didn’t speak to her. He didn’t do anything. She sat up on her bed and looked around her room, expecting him to be in it. But aside from herself, Jack was the only one in the room.

Jack was surprised by her sudden reaction. “What is it? You saw those visions again?” Jack asked in a worried tone.

Robyn shook her head lightly. “No. But he was here. I felt it.” She stared out the window and wondered if that man was watching her from outside the window. She felt a cold chill down her spine at that very thought. Does that mean he has been watching my every movement?

Jack gave out a sigh that one would have missed if not paying attention and looked around the room, too. “Nobody’s here, Robyn. Go back to sleep, all right? I’ll keep you safe. I promised, didn’t I?” And he pulled her into his arms and rested her head on his chest.

“Did you and Damien skip school?”

Jack chuckled. “Yeah. Can’t believe it myself, too. I mean, me and Quinn.”

“I can understand where Damien is coming from. But you...why?” Robyn asked in a soft voice.

Jack didn’t answer immediately. Robyn knew something was going through his mind. “What do you mean why? We’re friends. And I’m worried about you.”

There was another pause. “Is that it?” Robyn asked, still in his arms.

Jack never answered. He just pulled her closer to his chest and kissed her forehead. She could hear his heart beating madly against his chest but she didn’t push him any further. She could never tell what he was thinking, and what’s true and what’s not. But she knew one thing — she felt safe in his arms.

****

And there she was, standing in the dark again. The eerie tick-tocking sound of the old clock echoed throughout the darkness more loudly than ever; the malicious, bloody red moon hung high up in the inky black sky; the sorrowful but beautifully chilling melody rang in the air when the clock struck twelve; and the dark shadow that passed through her and stabbed her in the abdomen. Then, there were those tiny little nail-like things that stung deep into her skin. The pain increased by the second and it had become unbearable.

Robyn gave a short cry when she woke up, sitting on her bed. The room was dark and so was the sky outside the window. Small drops of rain lashed on the glass and thunders could be heard. It was midnight already. She must have slept for a long time, she thought. And thanks to Jack, she was able to sleep peacefully, until she had the same nightmare again. And evidently, Jack had laid her on her bed and tucked her in before he left.

She turned to her bedside lamp and switched it on. She could still feel the stinging pain from those nails and the chilliness of the thing that the shadow used to stab her with. She couldn’t stand it anymore and wanted to forget those pains immediately. That’s when she thought of having a hot bubble bath and she ran off to her bathroom. She turned on all the lights at once and started filling the bathtub with soothing hot water.

The thunders got louder when she walked over to the sink to wash her face a little. She closed the tap and took the towel hanging next to the basin on the wall to dry her face. She looked up at the mirror and saw her own reflection looking back at her — that’s what everybody would expect.

No. She thought it was her in the mirror but when she looked closely, it wasn’t. The girl in the mirror had the same face as Robyn, but she had darker and curlier hair; her eyes were of icy grey; and there was a beauty mark on the corner of her left eye.

Robyn took a step backward, still looking at the face of a stranger on the mirror. Her breathing became heavy, or rather, she couldn’t breathe at all. There was nothing in her mind at that moment, except to remove that face from the mirror. She raised her hands high up and threw them onto the mirror. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” she shouted as loud as she could, hoping that the visions would stop coming to her.

The mirror cracked and a few pieces fell onto the tiled floor. Robyn dropped onto the floor, tired, physically and emotionally. Her throat felt sore from the shout and not long after that, she could feel a stinging pain on both of her hands. They were wet, sort of greasy, and she could get a whiff of the smell of rusty iron. But that didn’t bother her. She’s too tired to think and move again.

About a second later, she could hear Nelly’s non-stop barking and hasty footsteps leading towards her room. “Robyn? Robyn!” Ashley shouted anxiously.

But there was another person with her, its footsteps heavier and faster than Ashley’s. “Lizzie!”

They were so taken aback when they saw her like that in the bathroom that no word could come out from their mouth. They knelt next to her and held her hands. Nelly was circling Robyn anxiously and moaning.

“What happened?” Ashley asked so anxiously that her voice was shaky.

“You...you’re bleeding,” said Jack, stunned. He turned pale, even paler than usual, in a matter of seconds. He breathed rapidly and he looked like he was about to be sick. He ripped his handkerchief into halves and tied one onto each of her hands, while trying his best to look away from her bleeding hands.

Ashley shook her a little on the shoulders. “Robyn, what happened?” She stared at Robyn intensely, demanding an answer from her, and so was Jack.

But she couldn’t even get a word out of her mouth. Her jaw was shaking. The rest of her body felt numb. And her head felt lighter and lighter until she couldn’t sit up straight any longer. Before everything blacked out, she could hear Jack shouting to Ashley. “Take her to the hospital. Now!”

****

When Robyn opened her eyes, she saw nothing but darkness. Her heart skipped a beat. She had become more terrified of the dark than before. But her eyes began to adjust to the darkness and she could see lights coming through the blinds on the windows. And then, she realised she was lying on a bed.

Her body felt stiff, as if she had been immobilised for a long time. She tried to move her hands a little, but she felt something had tied up her hands. She sat up on the bed and brought her hands closer to the dim light rays which came through the blinds. Both of her hands were bandaged; from her palms, and all the way up to her wrists. She tried gripping her hands and they felt a bit raw. She groaned. She massaged her hands gently to make the pain go away.

Robyn looked around the dark room and she saw a figure sitting on a sofa, with its back against the window. It looked like it was sleeping. She cleared her dry throat softly. “Excuse me,” she said politely.

The figure twitched. It sat up straight swiftly. “You’re awake,” it said in a relieved voice. It walked over to her bed and switched on the bedside lamp. The sudden brightness blinded her eyes for a moment. After a few seconds, she could see the figure’s face.

The yellowish light shone on a delicate boy’s face. He had a pair of beautiful golden eyes, and his face was so stunningly beautiful as if it was crafted. Robyn couldn’t say anything when she looked at him. She was only staring at him, eyes unblinking.

“How do you feel?” the boy asked delicately. He looked concerned.

Robyn finally regained herself. “Fine,” she answered softly. “Where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital.” He smiled weakly and caressed her head gently. His touch felt familiar to her; and the more she looked at him, the more it felt like she knew him.

However, she was confused. Why is she in the hospital, she thought. But she was worried about another thing, too. “Does my father know about this?”

He smiled again as if to make her feel relieve. “No. We haven’t called your parents. But Ashley was here just a minute ago. She went back to get some of your belongings. You need to stay here for two nights,” he explained.

But she didn’t understand what he just told her. “Who’s Ashley?” she asked curiously.

The smile on his face disappeared almost immediately. He stared at her like she had just said something strange. “She’s your sister.”

That answer had made her even more confused. “I don’t have a sister. I’m the only child.”

The boy grabbed her on the shoulders and looked into her eyes. “What’s your name?” he asked swiftly.

She told him the only name she remembered she was being called by. “Elizabeth.”

He looked even more worried than before. “No. That’s your middle name. What’s your first name?”

First name? No, that’s not my first name. She searched deep into her mind and remembered very dimly. “Ro...byn.” Yes, that’s her name, she shouted in her head. She looked into those golden eyes again and she remembered seeing them many times before. She did know the boy. “Jack?”

Jack put his palm on her cheek caringly. “Robyn, what was that about?” he asked. Anxiety could be seen in his eyes.

She couldn’t answer his question. She simply didn’t know. She couldn’t understand why she said those things herself. “I...don’t know. I don’t know.” she repeated to herself.

“Do you remember what happened in the bathroom? Or how did you get yourself cut?”

Robyn thought for awhile. It was all blank initially, but the memories began to come back piece by piece. “I had the nightmare again. And then, I was going to take a bath to calm myself but...I saw something...in the mirror,” she explained, more to herself than to Jack.

“What? What did you see?” he asked impatiently.

“Me.”

Jack frowned, so hard that his brows almost stuck together. He obviously thinks she’s crazy, she thought.

“I mean, it was me, but it wasn’t me,” she added after seeing Jack’s worried face. However, that did not help at all as Jack looked even more worried and confused. “The girl looked almost exactly like me, except that she had curlier and darker hair, grey eyes, and a beauty mark at the corner of her left eye,” she said breathlessly. “She was hauntingly beautiful.” Robyn couldn’t believe she said that. She couldn’t believe she just thought someone who may not even be a human beautiful.

“And then, the only thing that kept swirling in my mind at that moment was to get her out of sight.” Robyn looked at her bandaged hands. She didn’t understand why she had chosen to smash up the mirror with her bare hands.

Jack sighed heavily. She didn’t know if he was relieved or he had become more apprehensive. He then chuckled to himself. “We thought you were trying to...kill yourself.”

Robyn gave him a “what?” look. She laughed at his idea of her committing suicide. “I’m sorry I made you worried.”

There was a pause. They were looking at each other, both trying to say something to one another, but no words were sounded.

“Hang on. You were there when I passed out. I thought you left?” Robyn asked curiously.

“I didn’t. I was planning to stay overnight.” Jack smiled gently at her.

“Isn’t that too much? You’re treating me like a baby,” she said, irritated.

“Well, your bodyguard did ask me to look after you while he’s gone,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Damien? Where did he go?”

“Well...he has to take care of something. But he did come back after you were asleep. Speaking of which, where the hell is that guy? He should be here any minute now,” Jack explained while looking at his watch.

The door flung opened almost right after that; at the doorway stood a silhouetted figure, seemingly out of breath.

“Ah, speak of the devil,” Jack scoffed.

Damien quickly went over to her bedside and grabbed her shoulders. “Robyn, are you all right?” He stared at her bandaged hands. “Why the hell did you do that?” Robyn could hear it from his voice that he was fuming. He must have been very worried, she thought.

The only thing Robyn could do was to apologise and explain everything to him. However, she somehow regretted explaining every single detail to him, making him all frustrated.

Though, she was surprised that Damien didn’t jump on the conclusion that Jack was the one who caused her injuries. Instead, they discussed over how to get rid of the stalker and how to keep her safe at all times. It was the first time they actually got along. And the three of them had decided not to tell Ashley about the stalker unless the situation doesn’t get any better, because letting Ashley know would mean they will be letting Robyn’s parents know, too.

After Ashley came back with Robyn’s stuff, the boys somehow succeeded in convincing her to go home, despite her being unhappy about the possibility of them skipping school, and leave Robyn to them. And so, the boys stayed for the night, without the knowledge of the nurses, of course.

****

Jack Kennington closed the white wooden door behind him quietly, trying not to disturb Damien and Robyn who were sleeping soundly. A nurse walked by and looked at him for a moment. She smiled weakly and walked off.

Jack knew she was trying to tell him to leave since it’s already after visiting hours and Robyn wasn’t in much of a life-threatening condition. But who would ever be brave enough to say that to the blood relative of the two directors of the hospital?

Hugh and Annabel Kennington — the directors and owners of the Donnsville Hospital. The staffs were informed immediately after they took over the hospital from the last owner that Jack Kennington is Hugh’s brother, and the hospital rules do not apply to him. He was pretty much known as “the prince” in the hospital. However, he would never step into the hospital unless necessary. It’s much too embarrassing to show his face after such an announcement.

Jack walked towards the vending machine and bought himself a can of soda. He was about to turn around when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He didn’t have to look to know who it was. “Hi, Hugh.”

“Why do you always do that? At least take a look at people first before you greet them,” said a boyish voice unhappily.

Jack hove a sigh and turned to look at a face that was so alike to his. The man had short brownish red hair, slightly wavy, and a pair of piercing golden eyes. He was only slightly taller than Jack. His face did not give people the impression of a twenty-nine years old, dependable and accomplished doctor. Instead, people would think he’s a good-for-nothing college playboy at first glance, much attributed to his exceptionally beautiful boyish face.

“So how’s your girlfriend doing?” said Hugh with a big smile on his face.

“That’s not funny,” Jack replied emotionlessly.

“What? So she’s not your girlfriend?”

“We broke up two years ago. You knew that. So stop teasing.”

“Ah...yes, yes. It happened two years ago around this time. If I remember correctly, it was the full moon of September.” Hugh gave Jack another seemingly innocent big smile.

“You don’t have to remind me about that. I could never forget it even if I want to,” said Jack before taking a sip of his soda.

Hugh raised an eyebrow, not convinced by Jack at all.

“We’re friends. Just friends and nothing more. Savvy?”

“Savvy.” There was a pause. “So how is she?” Hugh added.

Jack rolled his eyes. “Like you really care.”

“Well, it’s only proper to ask. Anyway, I reckoned you won’t be coming home tonight?”

“No,” Jack answered flatly.

Hugh sighed. “Annabel is not going to be happy,” he added in a sing-song tone.

Jack patted on Hugh’s shoulder. “It’s your job to take care of that.” Jack gave Hugh the same smile Hugh gave him earlier. Hugh could only laugh bitterly.

There was another pause.

“Hey, Hugh. Do you know why that best friend of yours kinda went cuckoo back then? Something really appalling must’ve happened to make him went into slumber. Did he, perhaps, lose something?” Jack asked solemnly, determined to have a satisfying answer.

Hugh eyes were widened. “Am I hearing it correctly? You concerning about his affair?

“Would you please just answer my questions?”

Hugh pondered a moment and cleared his throat. “Well, he didn’t really tell me anything about why he was so grief-stricken. But he did mention that he lost something and he came here to look for it.”

Jack did not say anything. He stood there, deep in his own thought.

****

The next day Stella came visiting after school, finally found out about Robyn being hospitalised when she called Ashley to ask about Robyn’s absences. She walked into the room quietly and threw her bag on the sofa. She crossed her arms and stared at Robyn, who was sitting on the bed, and the boys, who were standing beside the bed.

“I am so freaking happy that you guys forgot to tell me about this,” Stella said sarcastically.

“Well, we didn’t go to school, so we didn’t get to tell you about it,” Damien explained matter-of-factly, and smiled.

Robyn and Jack just smiled apologetically at her.

“And that’s where the best invention from Alexander Graham Bell comes in — a phone!”

The three of them went quiet as they watched Stella pacing back and forth at the end of the bed.

“Can’t believe that nobody even bothered to tell me that my best friend is hospitalised! Absolutely unbelievable.” She stopped suddenly and looked at Robyn. “Anything else that I don’t know?”

Robyn blinked. She turned to the boys, biting her lower lip. And they gave her the same look that she gave them.

Stella was completely dumb stricken when she saw their reactions. “What now?”

Robyn knew she had to tell her about everything, just because she was her best friend. And she did, after pondering for a long time. Stella gave the same reaction as Jack and Damien did when Robyn told them everything.

“Wow,” that was the only thing Stella managed to say.

There was a pause. Everybody else was looking at Stella. She only stood there, blinking her eyes.

“By the way, did anything happen in school?” Damien asked.

“Not that I know. Everything was just like usual — going to boring classes, Leroy torturing every student he could get his hands on...nothing much, really, except that Leroy has been in a really bad mood since yesterday and it’s unfortunate for a lot of people,” Stella said tonelessly, like she couldn’t be bothered. “Oh, and the two of you—” she pointed at Damien and Jack “—have gotten yourselves into a week worth of detention.”

“What?”

“Aww, man...”

Both Jack and Damien voiced at the same time. Robyn giggled.

“Why was he so grumpy?” Robyn asked without knowing that she did.

“Do you really think I would know?” Stella raised an eyebrow. “Though, I heard he’s been like that when he knew the three of you weren’t in school.”

Jack and Damien gave each other a look.

Robyn was quiet. Somehow, she knew Leroy’s bad mood had something to do with her. Maybe she’s being full of herself, she thought. And she slapped herself mentally. It felt weird to have her head filled with Leroy.

The three of them stayed with Robyn until Ashley came in the evening, being off from work in usual time without any extra hours. It was then that Robyn begged to be released from the hospital. It killed her to be restrained in such a dull place, even if it’s only for another night. And she knew the boys wouldn’t go away until she’s released. She tried to convince Ashley that she’s still sane and that she won’t do anything to hurt herself again. It could be seen in Ashley’s eyes that she was only half convinced but she agreed to talk to the doctor in the end. And as a result, Robyn was allowed to go home on that very night.

Blood Moon: Chapter 6 - The Box. The Boy.

An opened box, a beautifully crafted black wooden box with silver carvings, played a melody so beautiful and ethereal that it was sorrowful. It resonated with the feelings of the person who was holding the box. The black-haired boy gazed at the ballerina who was dancing gracefully and unearthly in the box. It was a present made especially for a girl a long time ago.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered to the doll.

He put on his coat and disappeared in a flash of red light. Within seconds, he was standing in front of a pale green painted house. A girl was seeing someone off at the door. His heart stung in pain. He was slightly enraged.

She knew he was there and she was startled. He spoke to her in her mind, told her not to be afraid and not to run. However, that frightened her even further. He could hear her screaming in her head, confused and alarmed. He had no choice but to leave. It wasn’t his intention to frighten her. He could only watch her from the shadows, unnoticed by her, because he belonged to the darkness.

****

It was hopeless. No matter how hard she had tried, she just couldn’t bring herself to sleep, because the moment she closed her eyes, she would see the man. Robyn might have seen those visions before but they were never that intense. So intense that it seemed like she had lived through those moments before. The only thing that had been running in her mind the entire night was “who is the man”.

Every time, she would almost see his face but couldn’t. She feared him, but yet felt close to him. She knew him. Yes, she did know him.

But who is he?

Robyn didn’t dare to close her eyes anymore. She had wrapped herself up with her quilt and sat on the bed, still hugging her legs tightly, with the lights in her room all turned on, including those in the bathroom. The voice had stayed in her head. There was something alluring about the voice but there was also a hint of sadness in it. No matter what she’d tried, it was stuck in her head.

****

Jack Kennington walked into the class charmingly on a Monday morning, looking fresh and cool as ever, but nobody knew that his mind was completely blank at that moment. He had greeted everyone robotically without anything going through his mind at all. He was trained to be a gentleman and to never show his emotions on his face no matter the circumstances. Well, until he met the only girl in his life that could make him loses his temperance, a girl that he should never had fallen in love with.

He simply dropped onto his chair, threw his bag on the desk and stared at the door, as if hoping that she would appear out of thin air. He was worried. Robyn had stayed home for the first time since he met her. Ashley told him Robyn was sick when he went to pick her up (Robyn had surprisingly succeeded in convincing Damien to let Jack fetch her to school, somehow). He knew it wasn’t much of a deal getting sick but he had a bad feeling, a feeling that something had happened to Robyn.

A hand slammed on his desk and woke him from his woolgathering. He looked up and, much to his dismay, he looked straight into a pair of annoyingly violet eyes. He stretched his lips and shown his bright white teeth to him, trying his hardest to hide his annoyance.

“Good morning,” Jack said as cheerfully as he could.

“Where’s Robyn?” Damien asked flat out, scowling, demanding an explanation from Jack.

“She’s sick. She’s staying home for today.” The smile had disappeared from his face. It was just too hard.

Damien stared at the desk, his lips moving as if mumbling to himself. “Must be because you and your friend visited her last Friday.”

“Still spying on me, I see,” Jack smiled cunningly but he paused. He looked at Damien, surprised. “My friend?”

“He showed up right after u left. He’s not with you?” It could be heard from Damien’s tone that he had begun to worry.

They were quiet and stared at each other blankly. It wasn’t until the bell rang that they grabbed their belongings and ran out of the class, and they bumped right into the last person in the world they wanted to see — Leroy. They didn’t stay long enough to even apologise, leaving Leroy utterly clueless and surprised. Their teacher was shouting at them, threatening them with a month of detention, but they never turned their head once and went straight out of the school door.

Jack’s afraid. He’s afraid that something dire had happened to the girl who had messed up his heart, afraid that his intuitions coming true. But he knew he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. He could feel it in his purple-eyed rival.

They ran like Robyn’s life depended on it and bashed on her house door. There were small noises like something running away on the other side of the door and then there’s a dog’s groan. It had to be Nelly, Jack thought.

They kept banging on the door but they still did not get any response. Jack thought of tearing down the door, and that was when Robyn finally answered the door.

Jack and Damien looked at an unrecognisable Robyn. She was tired with dark half moons under her eyes and blood red veins popping in her once beautiful dark emerald eyes. She could barely greet them.

“Hey, what’re ya guys doin’ ‘ere?” She asked weakly, her eyes barely opening.

“Are you all right?” Both of them asked frantically.

“What happened?” Jack grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her a little. She just looked away, avoiding his glance.

Damien looked around the house with the lights all switched on in broad daylight and it immediately clicked. “You saw them again?” The only response he got from Robyn was a slight nod that would be missed if one’s not paying attention.

“Them?” Jack looked at the both of them, clueless. He had always hated this kind of situation where there was something that only the two of them would know, leaving no space for him to get into their world at all. It made him felt so crestfallen.

They had sat Robyn down on the couch and waited for her to confess. But she didn’t. She wouldn’t tell them anything aside from seeing and hearing things since last Friday.

Robyn and Damien had been talking about things he didn’t understand. He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t take the feeling of being helpless when something had clearly happened to Robyn. He stood up from the couch, crossed his arms and glared at the two of them. “Will you tell me what’s going on ever?” He raised his voice on the last word. Annoyance was clearly noticeable in his voice, and he could guess it was written all over his face, too, as Robyn looked apologetic. This face of his had only been seen by Robyn. She always had a way of messing up his emotions.

Damien let out a sigh and sat Jack down, trying not to argue with him at that moment. “All right. I’ll tell you.”

Jack and Robyn raised an eyebrow on him. He shrugged. “I’m trying my best not to make things worse for Robyn. So don’t make me jump on you, Kennington.”

Damien was silent for awhile, searching for words in his mind. “Well, uhm...Robyn used to be able to see things when she was three. We think those things were some sort of spirits or ghosts. And every time she sees them, she would switch on all the lights and hide herself up.” He took a glimpse of the lights and Jack immediately understood.

“It stopped when she started first grade. But, as you can see, she saw them again.”

“Why did she start seeing them again?” Jack asked anxiously.

Both he and Damien turned to Robyn who was being as quiet as an invisible person. Robyn was clearly struggling inside, pondering whether to tell or not to tell, but she finally cleared her throat and looked straight into their eyes.

“I saw the man from my dreams and visions.” She stopped as if that was the only thing she wanted to tell them. However, seeing their confused little faces, she added, “I think those things that I saw weren’t spirits. They were some sort of visions, like memories that don’t belong to me. And I’ve been having dreams of the man I’ve always seen in those visions since a few weeks ago. And those nightmares that I’ve been having almost every night recently, I think they’re somehow related.”

Jack and Damien stared at her, unable to say anything. “And what’s more, I saw him. In flesh and blood.”

“You mean you saw the man from those visions?” Damien asked worriedly.

“He came to me. Twice. Once last Friday night after Jack left—” Jack and Damien gave each other a look. “—and once on the night a wol—“ Robyn stopped right when she was about to tell them about something but she continued by changing the subject. “I couldn’t see his face but I know it’s him. He talked to me, somehow. He was so far away but I could hear his voice in my head and I couldn’t get it out since.”

There was a short pause.

“And I couldn’t sleep. I don’t dare to sleep.”

“You’re saying that you haven’t been sleeping since I left?” Jack asked in disbelief.

Even though Jack knew she was deliberately hiding something, he didn’t ask. Not because he didn’t care, but because nothing could be more important than the appearance of a mysterious, and most likely dangerous, man in her life at that moment.

“I didn’t know you’re having nightmares. No wonder you looked paler than usual recently. Especially now. Must’ve been lack of sleep,” Damien said distraughtly and caressed her hair.

“Well, you can’t exactly sleep well when you dream about being stabbed and pierced by millions of thick needles every night, can you?”

Jack eyes widened and his mouth hung open. “I’m surprise you can keep that all to yourself for that long and didn’t go for a psychologist. You could have told somebody. Us, Stella or Ashley.”

Robyn simply shrugged. “I didn’t think it was necessary.”

“So I would be correct in thinking that Ashley doesn’t know you haven’t been sleeping?”

Robyn simply nodded. Knowing Robyn and her carefree attitude on everything, Jack wasn’t surprised by those answers at all. Shaking his head, he came to a conclusion. “I’ll stay with you until Ashley comes home. I’m not going to leave you home alone and I won’t change my mind. So don’t bother arguing with me.” He was impervious and firm and he made it clear in the tone of his voice.

“That’ll be even more dangerous than leaving her alone,” Damien mocked the idea maliciously. “I’ll stay, too.”

Robyn dropped her shoulders and let out a long sigh that could worth for a million years. “Do whatever you like.” She stood up and walked up the stairs. She stopped halfway and turned to them. “Thanks,” she said and gave them a weak smile.

He waited until she went into her room and turned to Damien. He had noticed a presence just outside the house and he knew Damien noticed it, too. He knew who it was but he doubted Damien knew of that person’s identity.

“We need to stay close to her,” Jack suggested. He had decided that Robyn could never be safe until he could get a hold of that person’s true intentions.

“All right,” Damien agreed without any hesitation. He swallowed hard before he continued. “You should stay with her in her room. I’ll go check it out. I don’t like it but it’s better this way since he’s one of your friends.”

When it comes to a crucial situation like this, Jack knew he could depend on Damien to make the right decisions, but he still couldn’t stand his sharp, offensive words. “He’s not my friend. We merely share the same type of blood.”

“And that makes you the same as them. There’s never an exception. And there’ll never be one.” Damien stared at him with eyes burning in hatred.

“I’ve always been the black sheep in my family because I’m not like them.” Jack narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice but it was still firm and impervious. He took in a deep breath and let it out. “Right now is not the time for this pointless argument,” he said in a voice that sounded he was trying very hard to keep his emotion under control.

“The problem now is, she’s not gonna let us stay here for long, I’m telling ya, let alone allowing me to stick with her in her room,” Jack rubbed his forehead a little with his forefinger.

“Hypnotise her with your oozing pheromones. You’re good with that,” said Damien very sarcastically, sneering.

“I’m serious. And that’s not funny.” The annoyance towards Damien in him had built up as fast as ever and it was about to spill. If Damien was so much as to snort at him, he would pound on him like a lion would on its prey.

And somehow, Damien stopped all the mockeries. Perhaps he had noticed the infuriation in his tone, or maybe in his flaming amber eyes. “OK. OK. If she allows you to stay, you stay. If she doesn’t, you still stay.”

“What? We just force it on her?”

Damien gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Sometimes, you just can’t afford to be a gentleman if you wanna get things done,” he said matter-of-factly.

It had felt weird. They had actually prevented themselves from jumping onto each other without any help from somebody else. And Damien actually patted on his shoulder. Jack just stared at the hand and then at Damien. Damien removed his hand immediately as if being electrocuted, after realising what he had done. He brushed his hand a little as if to wipe off the feeling of touching Jack with his bare hand.

“Right. Off you go, then. Be sure to find out the reason for that person to be stalking Liz— I mean, Robyn.” He went up the stairs to Robyn’s room while Damien walked in the opposite direction, towards the door. He stopped halfway on the staircase when he remembered who they were dealing with. “Quinn — ah, can’t believe I’m saying this — be careful. And a piece of advice, that thing in your pocket, the one you always bring to school, it won’t be enough. You’ll need a bigger one.”

Damien was already one step out of the door when Jack called out to him. He glared at Jack, who was still standing on the stairs, suspiciously. However, he did not do anything more than a nod and then left.

When Jack opened the door to Robyn’s room, he could see her still awoke, hugging her legs on her bed. She seemed to be trying her hardest not to fall asleep. It hurt him to see her like this — reddened eyes, tired, frightened, confused. He sat on the bed slowly, as though afraid if he sat on it suddenly he might frighten her. He touched her hand tenderly and looked into her ever so mesmerising dark green eyes. It was those eyes that have had his heart captive. They used to gleam ethereally, even more so under the bright sun; but now they were blank and dull.

“You have to get some sleep,” he said anxiously.

“Then I’ll see them again. I don’t want to,” Robyn said wearily, without even bothered to look him in the eyes. “I’ll go nuts if I do.”

“I’ll be here, right next to you. Nobody shall harm you,” he said gently, cupping her hands in his. “Just relax and get some sleep.” He moved closer to her, sitting right next to her on her bed so that she could lean on him.

“Damien’s looking for that man, isn’t he?” Robyn said softly when she leaned on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. He’ll find him. Seeing how he becomes a wounded beast every time something happened to you,” he said scornfully. “What a mature lad. I believe he’s only sixteen this year, isn’t it?”

Robyn laughed a little. “You talked like an old man.”

There was a short pause but the silence was awkward.

“Perhaps I am.”

****

Damien stood on the door steps thinking for a moment. What did Kennington mean, he thought. He put his hand into his pants pocket and touched what was inside it. He pondered a little before he went to his house. He opened a white wooden door to an empty house. There were only furnitures; nobody else was in the house. He was used to it. His parents had never really been at home for long every time they came back from travel. He walked into the garage through a door in the kitchen and grabbed a long, heavy iron pipe from the pile. He then walked hastily into his room upstairs.

His room wasn’t exactly a place for someone to sleep in. There were no posters of a sport team or some celebrity on the walls like other teenage boys’ room. His wardrobe was rather empty with only a few shirts hanging in it. Suitcases were lying opened on the floor; clothes packed untidily in them. There were also clothes lying on the floor and on the bed. His desk was full of tools and manuals. Papers were spread all over the desk; on the computer, on the chair and the floor around the desk.

He squatted down beside his single bed and pulled his quilt over his bed. He looked under his bed and pulled out a brownish, heavy-looking chest. He opened it, rummaged through the things in it and took out a glass bottle as tall as a drinking bottle. It was half-filled with clear water. He poured some onto a shirt he grabbed from on top of his bed and wiped it on the iron pipe. He put the bottle in the chest and pushed it under his bed again. He took his cell phone from his pocket and dialled a number.

He waited a few seconds before the person on the other side of the phone finally answered. “Hi, Dad. I know you and Mom are a little busy right now but I need a favour from you. It’s about Robyn.”

He told everything to his father over the phone and waited for his response.

“Son, don’t be too rash,” said the husky voice in the phone.

“I just need a few backups. I’ll be fine. I’m your top student, aren’t I?”

The person on the other side of the phone laughed. “All right. I’ll ask some of them to go over. Good luck, son. And be safe.”

“Thanks, Dad. Good luck to you and Mom, too.”

After getting off the phone, Damien went out to the garden and looked around. He could still feel the presence of that person but he’s nowhere in sight. He decided to look around Robyn’s house and the neighbouring houses. He just had to get to that person. He gazed at the window of Robyn’s room. It should be safe to leave her with Kennington, he thought. He never liked Jack but he knew hurting Robyn was the last thing Jack would do.

He followed his intuitions and looked at the direction opposite Robyn’s window. He searched around the houses opposite Robyn’s but that person was still nowhere to be found. He calmed himself down to think. He’s still here. I know it. But where?

“I know you’re here. Who or whatever you are, show yourself,” he demanded. He knew he looked like an idiot talking to the air in the eyes of the passer-bys, but he didn’t care. He waited for a long time but there was no response. “Why are you watching her? What do you want from her?” he asked impatiently, with a hint of anger in his tone.

There was no response either. Just as he was about to shout for that person again, he heard something. Someone was laughing. It didn’t sound real. It sounded like...it came from inside his head. He tightened his grip on the iron pipe, his eyes searching.

D’you know you really looked like an idiot when you’re talking to yourself like that? The voice in his head said while plainly trying not to be overcome by the urge to laugh.

“Who are you?” Damien asked out loud.

The voice gave an arrogant snort. You know me. Everybody does.

Damien thought a little but it didn’t take him long to realise the answer. “You,” he hissed through his gritted teeth, his voice level. He tightened his grip on the pipe even more. “What do you want from Robyn?”

There was a long pause. It was quiet. Damien was all alone on the street. The silent stretched until the voice finally spoke again. I only want to take back what was mine.

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?” Damien asked impatiently. He was infuriated and worried. “Come out and answer me!”

Ah-ah. I don’t think that’s the correct tone to use when asking someone for a favour.

Damien’s chest was moving up and down rapidly. His breathing became heavy. The rage in him had started to spill over and he couldn’t control it.

The voice clicked his tongue a few times. I made you angry, didn’t I? And it sniggered. You’re so easy! You’re more fun to play with than little Jankin. It burst into mocking laughters again.

Damien cursed in his head. He couldn’t control his anger without Jack being there. He had hated his lack of temperance. It had gotten him into trouble for uncountable times. He knew he shouldn’t and couldn’t do anything to the person whom the voice belonged to; but the overwhelming wrath he felt was suffocating him.

“Don’t you dare go anywhere near her,” Damien said firmly.

Or you’ll what? Kill me? With that little rod? It chortled. It stopped its laughter abruptly and his tone became solemn. I’ll get what I want. I always do. And neither you nor little Jankin can do anything about it.

And then, Damien could no longer hear the voice, nor could he feel the presence. He still held on to the iron pipe, not loosening his grip at all. He was afraid, not of his life, but that he won’t be able to protect his childhood friend, his best friend.

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