Devouring love (19 page)

“Yes,” she nodded and licked her lips. She was nervous.

“Is Mr. Offman in the hospital?” I asked and turned my eyes at his cabinet's door.

“I am afraid, but no,” she said in a sad tone like that fact was depressing her.

“Where is he?”

“His mother was hospitalized yesterday. He is with her for a few days, making sure that doctors could treat her as he wants.”

Her eyes again stole a glance at the men. In her face I could see that she was interested in them and why I was walking with them. Also, I noticed that other nurses where secretly staring us. Her eyes glanced at the weapons more than they should.

“It's a pity he is not here,” I said after a long pause.

Chelsea nodded and dropped her eyes at the floor.

“Maybe you would like to tell him something when you meet him.”

She nodded.

I shook my head and turned my face at the angel with the painting in his hands. He caught my eyes and nodded, like he perfectly understood what I wanted from him. He came closer to me. Chelsea's eyes slowly turned at the painting. I could see how wonder stepped on her face.

“No to tell, but make sure that this painting would be on the wall in his cabinet,” I waved my hand for the angel to give the painting to the woman. He nodded and step one more step, closer to Chelsea who took the painting tentatively.

She didn't dare to see what was painted. Chelsea's eyes soon were looking at me, a broad smile played on her face.

“Of course.”

I was sad that Caspar wasn't in the hospital, but maybe it was only for the best. I wasn't in the mood to meet him now. Chelsea's words that she was the one who would be in my ball, hurt me and, what was the worst, I really didn't know why I was upset.

“One more thing,” I said as the angel walked away from her,” don't tell him I was here and that the painting is actually from me.”

She seemed confused, but still nodded.

“Thank you,” I tried to force my muscle to create a smile on my face, but I doubted if that thing, which my lips created, could be called a smile.

I turned on heels I walked away from that woman. The angels followed me, not letting anything to romp through their eyes. I did the same thing. I wanted also to be prepared if someone decides to attack me. But my hearing was more improved than my seeing. I heard how Chelsea whispered one word which turned me against her for all eternity.

“Bitch.”

My eyes literally blazed with savage fire. The needed to show her that I was stronger, more powerful found the way into my mind. I wasn't from those who wanted to hurt someone, who wanted to start a fight. Usually I was a gray person who tried to see something beautiful in everything. But hearing that one word...

I clenched my hands into fists. I knew that I should leave this building as soon as possible, because anger witch was filling me like the rain drops filled the cup. Every second I could lost control over my body and something really nasty could happen.

“Are you alright, miss,” one of the angels asked me.

I didn't answered or showed him that everything was okay with me. Instead, I just hurried my pace.

Soon I was in the car, waiting for the angels to bring me home. This time, I begged that no one die this time.

Caspar

The call from home was unexpected. I was about to leave my cabinet and go to my home when the my mobile phone decided to destroy that calmness around me.

I sneered when Nick's name flashed on the screen. In my mind I wondered what he wanted from me. Was it his another call to annoy me. After all, he like to do that.

Reluctantly I pushed the button and let the person in place in this world, to talk with me.

“Caspar,” Nick said, putting everything in that one word: fear, concern, despair... I could be sure that this wasn't one of his call just to destroy my mood. Something serious had happened. The question was: what and to whom.

“It's mother,” he said after a short pause. He still wasn't recovered after something.

My heart in my chest seemed to pound in slower, harder. Something bad had happened to her. I didn't want to let my imagination to show me various images of her in most terrible scenes. I tried to push them into the deepest place in my mind and concentrate on the words which I needed to say in order to bring some peace to my soul.

“Is she alive?”

One...Two...Three... seconds...

“Yes,” Nick replied. This one word pushed that heavy stone from my heart. I sighed and took a deep breath. My mother was alive. The most terrible scenario didn't happen.

“Is it complication?” I asked.

“Yes. She felt bad and then lost her consciousness. I called to the hospital. Right now I am in the hospital. Doctors told me that everything will be okay,” he wanted to believe in these words so much that it hurt. The same thing happened with me, too. I really wanted to believe that everything would be okay. Our mother could handle more than just some kind of flue. She was strong.

“Tell me the hospital's name. I will come,” I said and grabbed the first pen into my hand and put it to the paper, waiting impatiently for Nick to say those few words which my mind wanted to know.

My brother didn't hurry to open his mouth. It almost seemed like he wanted to torture me and I was angry at him of that.

After he took several deep breaths to calm himself, he told me the name of the hospital. Without wasting my precious time, I shoot out from the cabinet and the building. I didn't see anyone in my way, not because there weren't anyone, but that I just didn't care. My mind was occupied by my mother.

I found Nick walking back and forward in restless steps. His eyes were darted to the ground. His hands where in his jeans pockets. He almost reminded me of a person who had lost everything.

“How is she?” I asked quickly.

Nick lifted his eyes up and lifted one corner of his lips.

“Better.”

“What has really happened?” I wanted to know everything.

But Nick didn't hurry to answer into my question. He threw something from his pocket. It was an envelope. An open white envelope on which I noticed my name in the black ink.

Nick stared at it for some time, trying to understand what it was and why he was holding it. Then, in slow manned he lifted his face up and let our eyes lock with each other's.

“Is it true?” he asked. His eyes suddenly became glassy.

I was scared to take that envelope from his hands and look inside it. Something in it was what had shocked my little brother.

“What are you taking about?”

He lifted his hand up, giving me a sign that I should check out what was hiding in the envelope.

I took it from my brother and, without playing around and torturing myself with questions, I took out the white paper. I started reading it. With every word I could feel how blood left my face, turning my cheeks whiter and whiter.

“Is it true?”

My brother repeated his question.

I was speechless. I didn't know what I should say to him what could kill those terrifying thoughts in his head. Everything in my mind seemed so stupid, so pointless.

“He told me about that, but I didn't believe him,” I said and walked closer to one of the benches in the corridor. My brother didn't move. He just stared at me with those empty eyes.

“Why?” one word which was like a dagger to my chest.

I shrugged.

“I don't know and I do not want to know,” I said openly as I crumpled the paper in my hands without having any sympathy, although I knew that I should blame not this paper sheet, but the person who write those words.

“How can it be real?” Nick shook his head. He didn't want to believe in this story. I had the same wish. Devils didn't exist. They were only those beast which were used to scare little children. And deals with them... It couldn't be real thing.

“Where did you get this?” I lifted my hand with the paper ball.

Nick scowled.

“A delivery guy brought it to our home. Ten minutes later... mother screamed...”

I closed my eyes in anger. I needed to find out what was happening and what was real and what was not. No. Devils didn't exist. My father made up that story about making a deal with a devil. And this paper with words which only I and my brother would know, were written by some kind of crazy person.

“It is just a coincidence,” I tried to sound calm. “Our father was imagining things when he told me about...”

“Are you sure about this?” he sounded angry and didn't believe that it really was only imagination.

I wanted so much to nod, to tell him that I was one hundred percent sure that things like this can't happen in this real world and that someone just wanted to tease us. Unfortunately, I couldn't force myself to move my head up and down, because I wasn't sure. I was confused and I wished so much that someone could come and tell me that it was just a prank.

“No, you are not,” he shook his head and lifted his hands up, showing how confused and broken he was inside. The same thing I had felt, but that time I could convince myself that it was just a story and forget it. Nick couldn't do that, because he had a proof.

“Calm down,” I said and showed him to take a seat next to me. He sat reluctantly. “It is just a coincidence,” I tried to convince him.

“Really?” a doubt was in his voice. “I don't believe in that. Someone writes down that our father made a deal with the devil who wants us to leave the country. And to show that he is serious, he does something to our mother? Well, yea, that is really coincidence, brother.”

“Devils don't exist,” I repeated more to myself than to him.

Nick didn't say anything, because there wasn't anything to say more. Someone had written everything about my father's deal with the devil and to illustrate that he wanted my family out the picture, he hurt our mother somehow.

My mind could nothing to understand this information. This just couldn't be truth. Devils truly didn't exist. And this just couldn't be happening.

“He order us to leave the city or else something bad will happen to us,” after a long pause said Nick. He sounded worried. He didn't want to believe in this story, but we had proof and it was difficult to ignore it.

Then I remembered the guy who had come to my cabinet to introduce himself. He let me understand that he was a person with whom my father had made the deal. But really, I didn't believe him, although I was really shocked knowing that he knew the story which my father told me.

“I will take care of this,” I announced as I stood up and threw the paper with envelope into the nearest rubbish bin.

“Really?” he sounded doubtful.

I nodded and walked to talk with the person who was our mother's doctor and listen to what kind of thoughts he had about this event. It was easy to scare to scare Nick, because he didn't bother to analyze the situation while I wanted to find everything out. Everything could be explained and right now I intended to find the reason why this was happening.

Melody

“Silver that it could match your hair or would you prefer the black one?” a young saleswoman was holding two beautiful dress in front of me. In her gray eyes I could see that she would love to wear both of the dresses but their price was too big for her. She would need to take a loan to have at least one of them.

I shot a bored glance at them. Yes, I liked them both. The silver one was long, simple and seemed weightless while black was short with some flower.

I looked at Merdian. He was sitting with me in the shop and helping me to decided which dress I should wear during the ball which would finally be the ball when my life could change forever.

“I like them both,” I said.

Merdian smiled and took my hand into his. Then, he leaned closer to me. I felt his lips against my ear.

“We will take them both then,” he whispered and quickly planted a kiss on my cheek. “I would love to see you in both of them,” his smile turned into a playful one, bringing various thoughts in my head.

“So, you will buy them both?” saleswoman wanted to check if she had understood Merdian's whispers correctly.

He turned at her reluctantly and nodded.

“Yes, please,” he smirked and that planted a jealousy seed in my heart. Merdian was mine and he shouldn't play with other women, especially if they were only human. I wanted to remember him that and put my hand on his cheek, turning his eyes to meet mine.

“Don't play,” I said in a small voice and leaned closer to him. The urge to kiss him was here, in my mind. My all body turned hot only of the thought that soon my lips would touch the only person who soon was going to be mine forever like I his.

The saleswoman left us alone. But still, in the corner of my eye I noticed her narrowed eyes. She would give everything to be in my place, and that only showed that she didn't know how to be happy. People wanted things which they didn't have instead of being happy with what they had.

“Don't be jealous. After all, I want only you.”

I closed my eyes and leaned a bit closer to him. I could taste him on my lips but then a strange feeling cross my body, forcing my skin turn into goosebumps. I leaned back quickly from Merdian and looked around, trying to understand what was that.

Merdian frowned. His eyes studied my face, wanting to understand what was wrong to me. After all, it was safe for us to be in this building which was watched by many angels, cameras and so on. Nothing could happen to me or to him.

“What is wrong?” he asked alarmed.

I didn't hurry to meet his stare and continued to scanned the area. And then I noticed two chocolate eyes staring at me behind the manikins. Those two brown buttons where shooting daggers at Merdian.

I should be really happy that another day he didn't show up and everyone was alive and safe. I hoped that Marcus won't appear and this time, because Median would be on my side, trying to make me happy and safe. But I was wrong to think that Marcus could be actually afraid of the angel prince.

I opened my moth to say Merdian who was in our presence, but I couldn't remember how to move my tongue and create words which I so badly needed him to tell. So, I lifted my hand up and pointed at Marcus.