Vol1. chap 3:Literature of untold secrets.
Months go by, but if you lived as long as I have, they would seem like mere days. The endless tide of time no longer has meaning to me as I merely rot away in the castle, my eyes dimming from seeing it all, no longer having the will to see what it had before. My body never ages, only my mind, my knowledge of humans is limited but not non-existent, the books and the world I held in my hand are the only forms of color and life I held in my monochromatic existence.
As I read the books of the humans, their literature stuck with me, the adventures they have, the things they have seen. It was all a wonder to me; having never stepped out of the castle myself, I long for these kinds of experiences. My fingers were brushing against the smooth yet textured pages, and the scent of these pieces of literature was stimulating in a weird way.
And the feeling of emptiness after finishing every copy of the color drained from me once more as I closed the book on the last page. I kept going back into the woods for more, I never got enough. I always look around in fear of being caught, but the thrill is so much that I couldn't.
Slowly, I picked up a book, and once more, the sound of the forest was still eerily creaking in my ear as I kneeled down in my tomb of literature.
Picking one of the books, I made out a faint sound in the distance, the sound of leaves being crunched under heavy boots. My heart raced at what could possibly be the panging in my chest difficult to describe the feeling of doom etched on my face.
I ran across the forest, the crunching persists, mimicking the sound of the creature I have heard. I bit my lower l and the book I picked up held close to my chest, like a beacon, desperate for the feeling of joy it gave me a token of my adventure out here.
Bang! The sound of a gunshot interrupted my thoughts, causing me to pick up the pace. My feet wobbled as I tried to run and find balance, ultimately losing that fight. The fallen leaves got entangled in my hair, poking lightly against my pale skin. In a desperate attempt to flee, I took off my heels, not looking back as I made my escape.
It felt like the trees were closing in on me, trapping me inside for whatever I heard to come and find me. My breath quickened and my paranoia was evident in the dark, cold woods, having no care for the state I was in or for the dread I felt. The wind taunted my attempts with a soft whistle, a lullaby to the ears of those who resided in.
The castle was soon in sight, and with a smile of relief, my body morphed into a bat as I took off from the ground to make my escape through my balcony.
I retreated to my room, flying in through the balcony like I always have. My mind wandered back to that sound in the forest, whatever that was a loud, striking noise that pierced through the eerie silence of the forest. I held my chest, sitting on the bed, as I breathed slowly, trying to calm myself down.
"Huh?" I muttered when my feet touched the floor they felt weird, one side higher than the other. I looked closer, and my heart sank. One of my heels was broken by the stand.
"Elisa!" The sound of my grandfather echoed in my room, the sound of my door slamming slightly, quaking my room. In a huff, I took off my shoes, hiding them under my bed. The book I had just acquired was hiding behind me.
"Yes grandfather?" I inquired, my head tilted to the side, and my eyes opened wide, grasping the most innocent face I could muster.
"Your mother would like a word," His voice filled with malice and restrained anger, you can tell it was gripping at him in his voice.
I gulped, getting up from my bed to find a new pair of heels. I can feel my grandfather's cold gaze on me with every step I make, my heart panged in my chest as I followed him.
The dark hallways had a different meaning with the feeling of the unknown on the other side, a sigh escaped my lips though shaky it was a bit calming. My hands trembled though not from the cold but from the uncertainty that was held beyond those doors.
With one great push my grandfather opened the huge doors, the barricades to my mother's abode, her stature already looming over my miserable presence, her crimson eyes set on me.
She was a tall woman, her hair black and her features sharp, the black lipsticks and eyeliner adorned her face, her eyes narrowing to my presence.
"Elisa Hemadri Vitalis Vagabond," Her voice boomed as she called my full name , my grandfather leaving the room, trapping me with her to meet her full force head on.
She crosses her legs on her huge throne made of black glass just like the walls, red blood like crimson bubbling up like a lava lamp on the sides, matching the chair with the light tint of red at the bottom. She wore a black dress and red heels matching mine. A chair resided in front of me but other than that the room was mostly empty.
"Sit down!"