Chapter Five
My eyes met cold darkness. Body screaming for nourishment, I sat up slowly. My mind was in a haze. I felt the warmth of Celia’s hand in mine own. Looking down at where our hands met under the cloak of darkness I smiled at the thought. I sat there for a while listening to my love breath. If it were not for the pang in my stomach from lack of food, I would have sat there till the time my darling awoke. My hand left hers and I instantly felt the cold air take her warmth away from my hand. Quietly I stood up and walked to my door. I opened the door softly and took a glance in the dark where Celia would be and closed it with all caution.
Downstairs, in the kitchen I made a meal of bread and cheese. Standing in the empty darkness felt absolutely calming. Closing my eyes I listened to the sounds of the night. The rustling of leaves and whirling of the wind was my nightly lullaby. With the moonlight guiding my way, I made a short walk to the main doorway. The towering frame gave off the sense of protection. I leaned in and pressed my ear against the wooden solid. I could hear the ghostly whispers of night that sent shivers down my spine. Lifting my head, I let my hand linger on the smooth surface and watched as the moonlight made my shadow into a colossal figure. The decorative window pane cast the shadows of angels next to the figure. I thought of how fitting that scene was. I walked over to the decorative angels and peered outside. The moonlight lit the trees lining the courtyard leaving frightening shadows in its path.
Three dusk figures emerged from the terrifying shadows. I made no effort to move as they slowly paced their way to my angels. In a seconds time the glass was shattered and shards flew passed me. Streams of crimson trickled down my face and the taste of iron was strong. Blackness overtook my vision except for the faint glimmer of light. The light grew to an enormous size and blinded me with an overwhelming brightness. It was unbearable. I was beginning to think the blinding light would stay there forever until all of it was replaced by a gray sky. On my back, my whole body felt heavy as if stone. There was no air filling my lungs. My vision was becoming spotted. I could feel a grainy texture filling my palms. Sand? Moving my fingers to feel the sand I realized I was holding my breath. Letting the air rush out, I slowly began to inhale the salt filled air. Only one reasonable thought came to mind. I was near the sea. Rising to my knees I saw that I was very much near the sea. On my feet I trudged towards the water. My eyes focused on a figure sprawled out on the shoreline. Walking for a minute’s time the figure became clear to me. It was an angel.
Its wings were cut in half in a ridged manner. The upper half of its body floated in the water. A pool of blood had seeped into the water and surrounded the angel. Its chest had been pierced leaving a gaping hole barely covered by its left hand. As I looked where its legs were I saw why it had not drifted into the sea. Both of them were staked into the ground. The wounds still spilled blood as its body moved with the waves. I fell to my knees and brought my hand to its face. Tears rimmed my eyes. “Surely it must be dead.” I said in inaudible whisper. As if to prove me wrong its eyes fluttered open. Its mouth opened and it spoke. “This angel can not die.” Moving its head to face the sky it spoke again. “Adan can not die.” Adan? Might it be a male’s name? I shook my head at the thought. We all know angels are neither male nor female. I stared into its beautiful gray eyes and watched as the angel was gradually consumed by the earth. “So you are right.”
Opening my eyes I found I was lying on the marble floor. I stood up and realized I was right in front of that glass pane that shattered in my dreams. Looking outside I saw that the sky was still covered in black. I must not have dreamt for long. As I reflected back on my dream I couldn’t help but to wonder what part was made up. I walked back upstairs as the thought still lingered in my mind. I reached my chamber and rested my hand on the handle. My very own angel was resting inside. Fingers tracing patterns on the handle I hesitated on seeing her. I very much did want to Celia but my legs ached with a new found energy. It would not be fair to wake my beauty from my inability to keep still and with a sigh I left my spot to wander the corridors.
My steps were light as I walked passed door after door in a leisurely manner. With each step memories from yesterday’s events flooded my mind. Desperately I tried to distract my thoughts with another subject but the bloody havoc of the day before would not cease. My eyes began to water until I began to think about the promise. How do I expect her to smile if I can not smile for her with these horrid thoughts occupying my mind? “Ah, such a complicated world.” I started to sing in my mind to keep those thoughts at bay.
I continued my walk and found that I had become very relaxed. Little yawns escaped my lips and I was about to return to my chamber until I heard a faint noise coming from a little ways down. Walking in the direction of the noise I discovered the origin of the sound. I found the sound was emanating from my mother’s chamber. Loud quick breaths could be heard from outside the door. “Helena.” A feminine voice called my mother’s name from behind the door. “Mmm-ah!” “Shh, not so loud Montse.” My heartbeat quickened as I knew what was happening behind that closed door. My foot steps were soft as I distanced myself from that area. Hand on my chest I turned my head in that direction. “Mother and Lady Montse?” I whispered aloud. I thought about it for a moment. A smirk plastered my face. “Very well, that makes two.”
My feet made their way back to my corridor. Pulling the handle slowly I walked in quietly and carefully closed the door behind me. In the moonlight I could see that Celia was sitting up in my bed. “You were not here. I was just about to look for you.” I could see her lips form into a smile as she spoke. Taking small steps I sat next to her. “I might have gotten up because I was hungry but I’m not saying that was the truth.” Celia tried to suppress a laugh as she spoke again. “I should have thought it was something like that.” “Well so to speak, I am not hungry any more.” “Well I am starving.” “Then why not go eat?” “Ah…thank you.” The space between us was gone as her lips met mine. I melted into the contact and began to kiss her back. Her arms pushed me down as she climbed on top of my body. I broke the kiss to say something ridiculous. “I thought you were hungry.” “Liere, you’ve got to be the funniest girl I know.” She rested her head on my shoulder. “You ought to know that you are very warm.” I heard Celia said in a whisper. “I think the same of you.” My reply was met with silence. Her shallow breathing told me she fell asleep.
We both fell asleep in that position I would soon blame for my neck pain in the later morning.
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