Chapter 28: Why Me?
"Alright then, what may happen now is something you won't like to see so I advice you to close your eyes," Giselle said with a grin.
"No. I want to see what your going to do," I said, raising a brow.
"Very well then, and don't say I didn't tell you so," she shrugged. I shifted back a little to give her some space. I watched her as she closed her eyes and when she opened then, they glowed green like a traffic light. Her lens were gone and her jaw was open as if trying to inhale but couldn't in a way because the time was frozen. She stared at me with her eyes or flashing lights for several minutes then abruptly her eyes flashed back to her normal blue eyes. She smiled kindly.
"I know how uncomfortable this can be," she said. I hesitated before a nod.
"So, Giselle, what happened?" I looked at her with concerned eyes.
"Where shall we start with? Your family? Or how the Enigmars threatened Damen?" she asked. Threatened? Who would threaten Damen? Surely someone that doesn't even exist!
"My family, my past and what is clouded at the deepest corner of my memory," I returned.
"Your past it is," she said. She waved her and something like glitter sprinkled over us. The glitter formed into a mist with a shape of a puddle. Colors came to life and formed a picture, a moving picture. Giselle didn't show me my oldest past but something I didn't want to see. It was four years ago. My last ever day in the forest back home. I didn't want to see it. At all. It reminded me of the worse picture I always had gotten when I didn't believe in what I saw. That horrifying face which had lunged at me and brought me to my death.
But Giselle continued. That girl in the picture who was riding her horse, that girl which found a man in a terrible state, that girl who was foolish to lend her help to that man. That girl was me. But this time when the man looked up I saw his face before he lunged at me in the picture. A part of me was happy that it wasn't Damen but another part of me broke into pieces of shattered glass. Because this man he resembled... Johnathan. My brother. I didn't want to see this at all, I couldn't stand it but wait... John has blonde hair and this man doesn't. I gasped in relief. It wasn't John, I repeated to myself over and over again.
"Scared?" Giselle said softly. I nodded. She waved her hand and the scene changed to me, lying cold on the forest night where two horse men jumped of from their horses and carried me, again I saw the faces of whom I never knew rescued me. Aron and Jackson. Scene changed to my room, with me lying on my bed with a wet cloth on my forehead, asleep and next to me sat my mother, sobbing and crying out my name. Everyone was their including my father though I never knew because this took place after that man had... Had bit me. And this is what I always wanted to know about.
"John, what happened to her?" father whispered.
"Vampire," he returned.
"Here? In our territory?" father exclaimed.
"Shush father, you'll wake her," Nora murmured.
"Sure you are mistaken," father gave John a hopeful look. John shook his head.
"Its obvious, father," John said and moved next to my bed and pulled my blanket down to reveal my neck. Father's eyes grew wide and he looked away.
"Marissa is not to leave the Mansion ever again!" he raged. With one sharp look to all of us, he stormed out from my room.
"You're father is just worried," mother looked up and wiped her eyes.
"Were to keep Marissa inside and we need a guard at every inch," John announced.
The pictures faded. And I was appalled. A vampire.
"Marissa, shall I continue? You look pale," Giselle frowned.
"And Damen? What happened with him? Who threatened him?" I narrowed my eyes. She sighed and waved her hand again bringing back the mist, viewed Damen inside his black Jeep, sitting behind with his parents. It was the scene when they were coming to our Mansion that very night.
"You are to win her heart, Damen. If not... Well that will all be your fault," said Glace in her smug tone. How dare she talk to him like that? Damen stared blankly at the front seat before him.
"Damen! What did I just say?" she exclaimed. Damen slowly turned to look at his mother.
"I heard you, though I don't agree with this idea at all," he said calmly, in a low tone. She narrowed her eyes at him and then glanced forward. The Jeep slowly stopped and the driver came out from the car and respectfully opened the door for Damen. Damen, as a gentlemen came out and stood there, examining the Mansion. Glace walked next to Idris and just like Damen, they looked intently to our Mansion. They walked in and the guards opened the gate for them to enter. They reached the door which was opened by another guard who greeted them.
"Ah, you have arrived! Earlier than expected! We are happy to have you here," father laughed.
"Our pleasure, Master Konan," said Idris. They discussed their business which had something to do with the fruits and vegetables which our people needed. Fruits and vegetables! I glared. What nonsense!
"Yes, we will trade our fine plants," said Glace.
"But on one condition," said Idris.
"Anything," said father.
"Let one of your daughters marry our son," Glace smirked. If I were in fathers place right now, I knew exactly what it felt like. Our people couldn't only eat meat, they needed more than that and it was our responsibility to provide them with all our might. Father squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again.
"Marissa is to marry Damen," said father.
Giselle waved her hand again and another picture started. It was when I showed Damen around to our Mansion and then the green house and that hungry kiss. After Damen left me he headed back inside to our Mansion and went to his guest room where his parents waited.
"So, did you do it?" Glace said impatiently.
"I-I can't. She's amazing and I can't hurt her," Damen stammered.
"Don't tell me your falling in- love!" she said as if it's the worst sin made.
"Not yet but I can't help it," he looked down.
"We have to hurt Marissa no matter what! My bones won't rest until she is in pain," she raged.
"Leave her. It wasn't her fault," Damen argued.
"No, it wasn't her fault but she is part of that family and I want her hurt or dead before my eyes," she whispered.
"Mother, that happened twenty years ago! Leave it," Damen forced his mother.
"The Konans killed my sister! My dear little sister and the Konans did it!" she tried to keep her voice low but I could tell, she wasn't doing a very good job. Us? The Konans killed her sister? Surely she's mistaken.
"I promised her revenge," she vowed.
"Glace, calm down," said Idris.
"The last of all, your wedding day," said Giselle. The background changed to my mothers room who laid their on her bed. Father stood next to the bed and had her hand in his.
"Go to her wedding... She would be upset if we aren't there" mother coughed. Her voice was dry and she was ill. Never had I seen her like this and I never wished to either.
"Helan, she'll understand I'm sure. She's our bright little girl and may Damen give her the happiness she wants," said my father, looking down at his wife, lovingly.
"My poor, poor darling," mother cried. And then it ended. Giselle took away the mist and then candles lightened.
"Marissa, are you alright?" Giselle frowned.
"Yes," I said.
"Shakened a little bit?" she asked.
"Slightly," I replied.
"Where is Damen now?" I asked.
"He-" she stopped and again her eyes glowed green and her mouth hanged open and she snapped back to her normal self.
"He isn't gone for the meeting. He's heading to the train rail," she gasped. The train rail? For what?
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