Untainted Possession of The Tainted Angel

Chapter 28: Inferis

Somewhere in the London, a forty year old woman was sitting on a rocking chair; knitting a cardigan. Her cat roamed around her feet, giving those licks now and then. She would pause and scratch kitty’s fur before resuming back to her work. The rain hadn’t stopped in quiet few days and now even though it was four in the afternoon; the darkness settled over the city like death.

People were busy with their work—office, business, study, college, camping, tracking, hanging out, spending quality time alone—nothing seemed to have stopped the thick darkness that looked gloomy each day.

She sighed watching outside the window and wondered what she should cook for the dinner. There wasn’t anyone else than her and the kitty also, there was no income that left her without any food. Contemplating if she should buy something or rather searches something in the cabinet; she settled for latter. Doesn’t think that the rain would stop anytime soon.

The kitty purred licking her paw while she got up, smiling at the kitty. The woman makes a beeline to the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards and cabinets, finding nothing. Painfully, she searches inside her purse and finds some bills. Taking them, she heads towards the door while the kitty follows meowing after her.

“No, no, kitty. You’ll stay here. I’ll be right back.” She gentle pats her head before quickly shutting the door after her.

The raindrops hit her face and sprinkles over her dress while she fumbled with the umbrella. In the second attempt, it opens up and she ducks in it gratefully. As she holds it up, ready to walk she gasped out loud finding a figurine that stared at her hungrily.

“Pete’s sake! You scared me.” she places a hand on her chest, trying to regulate her breathing.

“I am really sorry Mrs. Stella. It was never my intention.” The girl speaks politely and Mrs. Stella nods urgently.

Even though she had a polite and calm voice but something was off. Mrs. Stella scrutinizes the girl from head to toe before her eyes settles on her brown orbs. Strangely, they were drawing her in. Mrs. Stella is glued to them and walks towards the girl who was smiling brightly at her.

She wasn’t far when the brown orbs changed to pitch black and the veins on her face pops out.

“Ahhhh!” She screams at the top of her lungs as her body shakes and tremble with fear.

In a flash of light, she felt her throat choke as a hand was pressed against it. The girl laughs bitterly before she turns her around and pushed her up against the wall. The street light flickers above them until it burst into pieces, blinding people with whatever little light was left.

Mrs. Stella freaks out, she bit her hand but it makes the girl laugh harder. She sniffs her like animal and leans into her neck.

This scares the old lady to s**t and she sobs harder, trying her best to push her away. In the process, her Christ’s rosemary hit the girl and she recoils in pain. Her anger flares not expecting this attack from the old lady as she gawk her in utter disdain.

Mrs. Stella is stunned but her senses kicks in. She realizes what could save her but then it confirmed one more thing. Her doubtful eyes never leaving the girl in front of her and her shaky hands struggles to loosen the rosemary a little before keeping it up, high and in between creating some distance between them.

The sight of the cross maddens the girl and she snarls. Her fangs emerge out and her face appears like a broken glass of piece which would fall with a blow of a wind.

“Dumb woman!” her voice like a screech of the tyres, hurt Mrs. Stella’s ears.

“How dare you, play with the fire!” She questions but makes a run towards the lady.

Stella couldn’t trace her, she was extraordinarily fast. The girl ducks below, her leg stretched forward and it hits Stella, making her fall down.

She screams in surprise but her leg was pulled by a steel-strength hand and before she could make out; she felt a heavy impact on the back of her head before her eyes were blocked with star like objects.

Silence…

***

Damien sits embracing his little but strangely she isn't responding. He couldn’t hear her heartbeat and not her blood rushing inside. Scared, he pulls her away before checking on her. Fear envelops his heart as he taps her cheeks, asking her to wake up.

It wasn’t working. His voice raises in fear and soon the door to her room was slammed open and in another second, Edward rushed to her.

“What is going on here?” He demanded but his eyes set on Tasha who was limp.

Kneeling beside her, now it was his chance to try and wake her up. He couldn’t feel her pulse and nor her breathing. She was cold as ice and her lips were turned purple. His hands shivers as he gave accusatory glances at Damien.

“What did you do?” he questions before getting up and punching Damien square on his face.

“What you did to her bastard?” he yells which brings Damien back to his senses.

“I… I didn’t do anything… I swear.” He started, surrendering his hands while his eyes never left Tasha’s body.

“Liar!” Edward punches him again but this time, Damien holds his punch and twists it around, in a vampire speed.

He throws Edward away while he lands flat on the floor, groaning in pain.

“f*****g liar.” Edward mutters under his breath, ready to attack Damien again but this time they heard someone else groan.

Their body stiffens and finds Tasha breathing heavily. Her face turned scary (the one which they have witnessed before but with the exception that her eyes were still closed.)

“What is happening to her?” Emma asked from the corner of the room while she rushed to her side.

Her hands caress Tasha’s cheeks in worry while everyone is clueless. Suddenly, she sniffs her hand like she can smell it and Emma retreats her hand quickly. A sardonic expression on Tasha’s face when she done that.

“She… she’s shivering.” Emma mutters in fear while the others came rushing to them. Pulling Emma back, Edward runs to his bedside searching for something as a self defense.

He is back with a silver knife which makes Damien’s eyes wide like saucers.

“Are you insane!” he seethes at Edward who shrugs, keeping the knife ready… in case it was needed.

“Get out!” Damien yells making the two human flinch.

“Don’t even think of doing that.” He warns Edward who vexed up.

“It is me who saved her before, then what makes you think I will harm her now?” he retorts but Damien is still not going to risk anything with her.

As they argued, the bed shook violently and a strong wind hovers above her body. Damien tries to reach her but the wind gets stronger and darker. From a wind it turns to mists and ashes before the darkness blankets her entirely.

They stood their dumbfounded. They cannot see anything in front. As per understanding the urgency of the situation; Edward and Damien ran forward but to their dismay; she was gone!

“s**t!”

“f**k”

Both cursed in unison as Edward runs his hand through his thick locks while Damien clutched them in frustration.

“What now?” Edward barks while Damien is speechless.

“Guys… I think you should check this out.” Emma called and they raised their eyebrows at each other before walking back through the misty darkness.

She was shaking and points a finger outside the apartment window.

They rushed towards it and couldn’t believe their eyes.

Outside the window; there’s a dark big bat flapping its wind. Not just that. It was carrying a woman in its claw as they disappear somewhere in the distance.

“What the f**k was that?” Yuri yells making them jump in fear.

“Where were you?” Edward asked annoyed but Yuri ignores them and rushes towards the window only to see in time, the disappearing bat.

“No, no, no, no… you’ve got to stop them.” He pleads and the others were confused.

“Common! We’ve got to stop her.” When he said her, they all make a dash towards the car except Damien.

He summons his energy as a whirlpool of wind creates under his feet; lifting him up. His closed eyes focuses on his love, as the smiling innocent face appears on his mind. He pulls his hand up and give it a swirl.

In a flash, the whirlpool raises up, covering his entire body and with the force of it; Damien is drifted and vanished landing in the same dark room, he had been before.

“Inferis” He breaths; remembering the place.

“Indeed... ‘Inferis’—my home.” Tasha’s voice echoes; reverberating through the darkness.