REVIVED: Vengeance of The Sun And Moon

Seems We Have Something In Common

    She limped out of the hospital room after over an hour and a half of dealing with the pain that coursed through her body, only exacerbating the pain of the broken bones caused by the sorceress girl. She knew what it was. Betrayal.

    The aftermath of it was nearly unbearable; in truth, she had forgotten how bad it could be. As much should have been expected, however. It wasn’t like Falcon was alone and single. He was still with her-still with her little brat of a sister. He was her mate.

    Kazmiyah splashed her face with water and looked into the bathroom mirror. There, she watched her reflection closely, allowing her mind to wander to such moments in her life that weren’t the easiest to recollect.

    It wasn’t that she specifically wanted to think about the worst of times. It was more like her mind was almost programmed to think pessimistically. And every single time that she did, her eyes would flash, anger consuming her, and then she’d see black. Each time it was so intense but yet short-lived. Sometimes, the tenser the rage became, the worst her surroundings would be due to her immense amount of power.

    It was frightening, not having control-even if it were for a short period of time. Not only that, but it was exhausting as well.

    Kazmiyah knew that she hadn’t been completely of herself since she came back from the dead. For the second time.

    She wanted to be who she used to be; careful of how she approached situations, respectful of those around her-even those that did not fully deserve her respect; non-confrontational. However, it just didn’t seem to be in the cards for her. It seemed as if the more that she tried to control this more reckless side of herself, the more erratic she would become.

    “Owe me an explanation?” She scoffed, her cerulean gaze shifting from the mirror as she remembered her outburst toward that girl earlier. It was terrible and out of line. Regardless of who she was, she had no right to demand such a thing from a complete stranger. She was quite ashamed to even think of how she spoke to the girl.

    She owed her and Godfrey an apology-as well as Varick Jefferson-White for causing such a raucous in his home. Not to mention the damage she'd done to her father's truck along the way.

    Kazmiyah made the decision to waste no time in expressing her regrets to not only Godfrey but the young woman as well. With a sigh, Kazmiyah left the bathroom and went down the hall to find Godfrey.

    When Kazmiyah finally turned the corner there he was, standing there, leaning against the door panel, his face unseen from where she stood.

    Kazmiyah was reluctant to approach him at first, not fully sure of how he would accept her after what happened between her and this strange girl who he seemed to have really gotten close to since she left.

    Thinking about this made that hint of jealousy rise back up in Kazmiyah but she quickly shrugged it off and went to check on him before she could change her mind.

    She stopped short of where he stood, wondering if he knew whether she was standing there. His mind was an enigma so it wasn’t as easy to look into it and know exactly where his thoughts were as it was when it came to others. Though, Kazmiyah found the ability quite violating and thought too much of him to do it in the first place. 

    “Hey.” She finally said to him before she lost the guts to interrupt his thoughts.

    He had been biting on his lip when he finally turned to acknowledge her. “Hey.” He half muttered and turned back around. It was barely half a second later when it came to mind who it was that he was speaking to. He doubled back and shook his head out of whatever thoughts had been clouding his mind and shifted his stoic expression into a smile.

    “I-I didn’t mean to bother you. I just was about to leave and just wanted to check on you to see if you were okay-”

    The last of her sentence barely left her lips when he wrapped her into his arms and held her in the air for a moment. 

    When he pulled away, his smile was even bigger than before. “Hard to admit, but I’ve missed you, Kazzy.” Godfrey expressed.

    Hearing him call her that...feeling how elated Godfrey was and how genuine his words were, made Kazmiyah feel at least in some pretense, a form of normality again.

    “I’ve missed you too.” She said with a sigh as she stood beside Godfrey and lay her head on his arm while hers wrapped around his. 

    “I imagine life has been a little different since returning from the grave. For a second time.” He said, his eyes suddenly straight forward again as he watched the unconscious Aurora.

    Kazmiyah noticed how distant and yet attentive he seemed to be with this girl. That was more important to talk about then, her coming back from the grave. As crazy as they may have seemed.

    “How is she?” Kazmiyah asked, figuring that was as good an opening as any.

    His blood-red gaze turned to her, his eyebrow raised in amusement. “Do you really care?” He asked, a chuckle ending his sentence.

    Kazmiyah nudged him playfully. “Of course. I am not so heartless so as not to care about your little girlfriend.”

    Her reply to his questions made him look down at her, a quizzical expression on his face as he stared at Kazmiyah.

    “She’s not my girlfriend.” Godfrey clarified with his brow raised in amusement before his attention shifted, his gaze, once again returning to the girl lying down in the room. “Not even close.”

    Kazmiyah observed him sharply as he said this. Was there a sort of disappointment in such a fact? She couldn’t help but feel that maybe there was.

    “Still, there is something.” Kazmiyah countered. She allowed a moment of silence between the two of them, her gaze suddenly getting lost as well as she looked into the room. “Where did you find her, anyway?” She asked.

    “She found Crescent, Kazzy,” Godfrey replied in a low utterance. "She and her brother came here….looking for someone-or well her brother came looking for someone. She just tagged along.” It was all of a sudden when a small smile appeared across his face. “My guess is to kill whomever it was that her brother was looking for in the first place.”

    Godfrey always did seem to have a dark sense of humor about him. Though, Kazmiyah found the idea that he seemed to take so much delight in this notion amusing. 

    “I take it, that was a good thing?” She asked with a half-chuckle.

    Godfrey’s small smile turned into a smirk. “Turns out the girlfriend of the brother was a sorceress, a child of the sun.”

    “The sun?” Kazmiyah replied. “That’s what they are?”

    “That’s what your grandmother considers them,” Godfrey returned, glancing at her before returning his attention back to the room. “At least that is what dad said.”

    Kazmiyah was always envious when she heard about how easy it was for Varick to contact her grandmother so easily. Since her resurrection, it was almost impossible for her to contact her grandmother again. There was something blocking her from it, and Kazmiyah had a feeling that it was her newly unbalanced and unstable mind.

    “Hm.” Kazmiyah didn’t have much to say about it. “Interesting.” 

    “Not really,” Godfrey added, a sense of not being impressed in his tone. “They were created by a different god is all.” He said. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

    “But it does, Godfrey.” Kazmiyah retorted. “We have no idea what my grandfather truly is-or whether he is even god-like himself.” She explained. “Knowing more about the children of the sun is important if I’m going to free my mother from her curse.” A grimace took the place of her stoic expression. “If I’m going to get rid of my grandfather. Once and for all.”

    She could feel Godfrey’s gaze on her but she didn’t serve him with an add-on to what she had said. She meant every word and as far as she was concerned that was all that mattered.

    “I hear you.” He simply replied before returning his attention to Aurora’s unconscious body.

    “You think she knows anything?” Kazmiyah asked.

    Godfrey shrugged. “Wouldn’t know.” He confessed. “Despite what you may think, she and I don’t talk much. Princess.”

    “Then why do you seem so close to her?” Kazmiyah asked. “Why do you seem so concerned?” 

    Godfrey turned and faced Kazmiyah, his back against the doorframe. “What are you talking about?”

    Kazmiyah eyed him a long moment and then looked at the sleeping girl again. “You know, this is the same room.” She pointed out. “The same room that I was in when Christoph put me in that coma.” She said. “I remember hearing your voice when I was in that nightmarish void that he placed me in….waking up to the same fate of Alora killing me every single day. I remembered hearing the faint sound of your voice and it driving me to insanity because I could never see you. You’d never answer when I called. It was frightening.” She thought about those dark days and as she did, her eyes flashed for a few seconds and then returned. 

    “Yeah, I noticed that,” Godfrey said. “I noticed that this is the same room, and I remember those days as well. I also know what you were going through in that mental torture that your grandfather put you through. Eventually, I could see what you were seeing-but I couldn’t get through.” Godfrey told Kazmiyah. “I couldn’t break through the mind shield that you were placed in.” He grimaced. “Guess that was a job for you beloved.” He said sarcastically.

    “Well, it was either that or I stay there and waste away.” She said with a teasing smile.

    Godfrey smirked. “Hey, no complaints here. I’ll give the old man points for creativity though.” He replied.

    They both sighed before Kazmiyah returned to the subject beforehand. “You never answered my question.” She said.

    Godfrey, whose gaze found its way back to Aurora turned his attention to her once again. “What question?”

    “Why are you so attached to her?” Kazmiyah asked, trying to hide the pinch of jealousy in her heart. She didn’t think it was because she was in love with Godfrey though. She just missed the idea of not having to share him with anyone else.

    “My father….” Godfrey started to say. “Had an affair with his coven leader when I was a child.” He said. “He was her protégé. She was the most powerful vampire that had ever lived...allegedly….and she fell in love with my father. She was and still to this day, is a psychopath-using her ability of blood magic to take the lives of her own kind. This same woman also killed my mother.” He added, his stoic expression turning into anger. 

    “Oh, Godfrey, I’m-I’m so sorry to hear that.” Kazmiyah took his arm around hers and lay her chin on his arm as she looked at him.

    “Thanks, princess,” Godfrey replied with appreciation. “But that’s not the point.” He said. “The point of the matter is that this vampire was banished from Crescent-from all inhumans created under the goddess moon.” He said, then harshly smirked, shaking his head. “Somehow, she’d always find her way back into Crescent under disguise and without notice….thanks to my father’s uncanny ability to find attraction in women that are mentally unhinged.”

    “You mean like you?” Kazmiyah teased.

    Godfrey smirked. “Guess it’s an inherent thing.” He grinned. “Anyway, this woman has been searching for Aurora for nearly two centuries now and, in part, thanks to my dad, she got to her.” He bitterly. “I owe her-”

    “No, your father does.” Kazmiyah defended him. 

    “My father is too caught up in his own life to do such a thing,” Godfrey replied. “I am not angry at him for that because that is who he is. What I am angry about is the fact that he allowed his lust for a monster to get in the way of what was right.” He clarified. “Now...she is forced to piece back the shattered pieces of her life as a new being when it was obvious in the first place that she wasn’t’ faring so well as a vampire either-”

    “Wait-what do you mean?” Kazmiyah asked. “What is she?” She finally inquired. 

    “I told you, Kazzy, she’s like you.”

    “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” Kazmiyah asked. “I’m sure she is nothing like me. Unless my mother has another life that she failed to tell me about.”

    “She is a sorceress, Kaz,” Godfrey replied. “And a vampire….and a wolf.” He said. “And if rumors are true about the Arctic pack….a lycan as well.” He looked at Kazmiyah. “She may not be all that you are, Kaz but she was cast between two worlds..just like you and she is even multi-bred of one.”

    “Hm.” Her gaze found its way to the girl again, suddenly more interested than before. “Why would this woman be looking for her for so long when the girl is no more than seventeen or eighteen? Twenty-tops?” Kazmiyah pointed out. “And what would she want with her anyway?”

    Godfrey sighed. “Aurora is, one hundred and ninety-seven years old, Kazmiyah. And that woman that hurt her-the one that my father had an affair with….the same woman that killed my mother….killed her...is her grandmother.”

    “Her grandmother!?” Kazmiyah whispered. “Her own grandmother?” It was all of a sudden that she realized that they had more in common than she previously thought. “So, if this grandmother...had an affair with your father then….is she your…..”

    “No, princess. We are of no relation, unfortunately for you.” He winked with a smirk.

    Kazmiyah smirked and shrugged off his teasing remark. “Well, whether I like it or not and whether I like her or not...seems we have more in common than I previously thought. That and….well….she does have seniority.”