The Creatures Series

Fifth Dark

Fifth DarkCreatures of the Dark

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Darkness, darkness inside me. I call you upon the seven seals’ vows.

That name again. Why does everyone like to call me that lately? I think in annoyance. Instead of asking that question out loud, I tighten the grip on Dhase’s neck. “I’m not Arsene,” I say in anger boiling inside my lungs. “Stop calling me by her name.”

“B-but,” Dhase struggles under me. “Y-you are h-her. How can it n-not be? I know that f-face very well....” His pouting lips slip words that I can barely understand. I know that he’s in pain, yet I don’t make the attempt to stop. Not even though he can die from this.

“It doesn’t matter!” I say through grinding teeth. The magma inside me finally realizes itself into heavy, dark tone.

“Alright, everyone,” the representative says, breaking the tension. “The match is over. None of the members of Team Fourth can fight anymore. So, Team Frontier is the winner!” He announces.

My teammates are cheering, joining the rest of the astonished audience. But I’m still not over this. Dhase is still under me, until Macko tears me off him. I try to fight, so he puts me on his shoulder. I can’t fight him when I’m upside down.

“Calm down, Centry. The match is over. We’re going to the finals. If you keep fighting, we might be disqualified,” he says in a tired tone.

I, too, am tired. So I just let him carry me. All of these fighting makes me lose control over myself really quick. It will be bad if I let out my power here. Not only will everyone in here be swallowed with it, but they will also know that I am different. Macko simply heads to the resting room with the rest of our team.

Valline Blancort.

If I am who he thinks I am, then why hasn’t he showed up and take me away from this place yet? Why risk letting the life of his lover stuck in the enemies’ territory?

I wonder as I lie on my bed, inside the lonely cottage in the middle of dead trees in the Frontier Forest.

Unless if he thinks that she’s undead.... If he thinks that I’m bulletproof.

But of course, that’s impossible.

Still, why would he let me be in here, if he really thinks that I am his girlfriend? The girl who is supposed to die many years ago. The one who was being put into death sentence five years ago after her arrest for murder. How come he fell in love a killer, anyway?

“Besides, you still haven’t regained your consciousness fully back, yet.”

Gain my consciousness? Why is it so important to regain, what if he spoke the truth....

I stand up with a jolt once I finally get it.

He needs her with the memories. I don’t have it, so he won’t need me. As long as I don’t possess whatever he said was, then I don’t need to worry about all of these problems. Yes. I can finally get out of this mess.

There’s a knock at the door. I’m expecting my friends, since we are planning to celebrate our victory this night. The Rainfolds are having a massive party for our team. I was invited as well, surprisingly. The elders and haters never really let me step into their main household. Let alone let an orphan like me into a family gathering like this. This is probably as generous as they can be so far as I can know.

They even let me wear a nice dress for once in my life. They gave me this sparkling white dress. It’s not that extravagant as what the woman in the family always wear, but it is wonderful to me. It’s a sleeveless dress, tight until it reaches my tights. The rest flows like an upside down lily, sparkling everywhere. I even have a shoulder belt and a pair of sparkling white gloves to match it.

Ginnie and Latherine had come earlier to offer their help to give makeup and help me style my hair. But I didn’t want to cut their time. They need to get ready, too. So, after arguing for ten minutes, they finally gave up and let me do it by myself. They left me with their makeup and hair tools in front of my door to use because they have their own backups.

I never used much makeup before. And I definitely don’t know much about using what Latherine likes to call ‘iron roll’ no matter how many times I’ve watched her use it. So I just put on a little pink blush on my cheeks, since my skin is so pale it’s almost close to the shade of white. And a red lipstick. I can’t use any of Latherine tools, but I can use her comb. After countless effort of combing, I can finally make a tidy side s***h and straighten the rest of my hair down. Although it’s a little bit too hard to be done because I only have Latherine’s small mirror as a guide.

“ That ’ s fast. I thought you guys are going to pick me up ─”

I freeze on the spot as I open my door.

Those pair of silverish grays looks like burned ashes when I look into his eyes. His jaws are clicking to an intense line, as if holding himself in place to not strangle me at this very second. His curly, chocolate hair has been brush back tidily. This is the first time I see him wearing a black tuxedo.

In front of me, standing firm and still, is none other than Anthone.

I’m too afraid to talk. I can’t protest. I don’t even know why he’s here. But I know that if I talk first, it will only anger him more than ever. Then his eyes will turn into a burning calx, ready himself to kill me on the spot. I still remember the last time I even dare to talk to him. He will burn my skin as he did before. And that is an unpleasant memory. Only remembering the flashback even makes my skin start to burn.

Why does he have to come to this place, of all the places in the universe?

He offers me his hand, something that he will never do willingly. He can’t possibly offering something that I never thought he will do. Why would he do that? To make fun of me? Is this a trick? I eye his hand suspiciously. I don’t even hide the fact that I’m not planning on taking it.

“I was told by the elders to become your partner for this party. They said that I need to keep an eye on you. So, to make it easier, you just have to stay by my side until the celebration ends,” Anthone says.

The way he say it, sounds like a death sentence to me.

When he notices that I’m still not making a move, he finally grabs my hand forcefully. Pulling my right arm into his, he circles it into his left arm on his waist. I have no other choice but to follow him when he starts to walk down the track heading to the main household.