TO YOUR DEATH AND LIFE, IT BELONGS TO I

When you are young, the feeling of being taken care of by your parents makes you feel safe. When you start to grow older, you want independence. On getting independence you realise adulthood isnt easy and you wish to go back to childhood. Growing up, Phantasy felt like this like any other person could.

Before the pandemic, she had told her parents she was ready to move out. She thought she had lived off them for too long. At this moment, when the darkness surrounds her, all she wants is to be in the presence of he parents. To be held by them and told how beautiful the world was. Although most were lies, because the world was very unfair to her right now.

Was it because she was bad, could it be because she didn't wear a mask while throwing the trash out?

Was it sneaking into the teachers room with Sarah in high school?

Or was it the time she touched herself?

Or could it be because she ripped Nichooas off his virginity?

There was this fear in her heart that thread on her mind and fed them with different stories. She felt like she was close to the gate of heavens or was she going to hell? As a child, there was this thought at the back of her mind that said she would not live long. It was a feeling she just knew.

When she took out her appendix out a year ago, she though she would die in surgery. The pandemic was slowly fading, so she had thought she would live long, but now.

She did not even get to tell Nicholas she was sorry. She did not tell him she likes him. She did not tell him she had always dreamt of him. Slowly, she was drifting to sleep and her head felt heavier.

Phantasy heard hushed voices here and there. There was a feminine voice arguing with someone else. She could not hear what they were saying, but the female was screaming on top her voice. Before she knew it, her consciousness was totally robbed away.

A tall man walked to the car that had fallen and used a hand to balance it. The car made a thud and he peered inside, eyes staring at black hair with traces of blue. The man shook his head and sighed. He touched her forehead and felt the liquid dripping from it. Gently he pressed his hands together and brought it to his lips to taste.

The familair metallic taste filled his mouth and nostrils and he tilted his head up in the direction of the sky, gold eyes glowing brightly. "Just as I remembered." he commented, licking his lower lips and the fangs that had extended.

A small framed woman took few steps closer, eyes wary of her environment. "Your Highness, let us leave this strange environment."

The devilish man gave her a smirk and tilted his head to the blue black haired young lady. "And leave Her Highness to suffer?...." he paused and wiped a trace of blood from her face with a finger. "I dont want to."

The small woman insisted. "Its dangerous. The fate has already been sealed. If both you and godmother keep interfering, you really could vanish.."

He nodded like he understood and greedily licked his fingers, extending then to wipe more of her blood. "If that happens...then I will marry her in heaven." he stated, a firmness that meant she was not to argue.

But the small woman wasnt relenting. "Your Highness, there is no way to save her. Her highness has come across a decided and sealed fate."

He kept silent for few minutes before walking to the other side of the car where the Japanese man was. He kept a shrewd glance at the small woman and reminded. "I may be a low-life, but remember the father of mine..."

It told seconds for the small woman to register what he meant and her doe eyes widened further, the realization of his words quickly reeling in. "Your Highness...the higher ups..!" she exclained but it was too late.

He was not a man that went back on his words once he makes a decision. The clouds darkened again and darkness engulfed the whole world.

The earth bed shook to its origin casing everywhere to shake. A rare smile formed in his lips and the small woman who had curled to a ball to protect herself could not help but wonder why he would go to such lengths for such woman.

Clapping his two hands together, he moved away from the car before snapping his fingers. One last look at the young lady and he smiled again.

"To your death and life, it belongs to I."

And like a poof of smoke his traces were gone.

When Phantasy opened her eyes, the sun was seeping in and loneliness was lingering in her heart.

Something felt completely out of her reach. She sat up in bed and looked around, she was back in her room at Sarah's house. Last time she closed them, it was to take a nap in the car Nicholas had sent her with. But something felt totally out of place.

As if to confirm her thoughts, Saraphine barged in, her phone in her hand. Her blonde hair was tied in pig tails and her eyes were shining.

"Ya wake, played lots game last night. Knew you would sleep late. Your head okay?"