Languish for you (My soulmate) (8 page)

“I will give you a black spot on your face,” he was making me mad. Why was he doing that?

Dammit, I can't even control my feelings around him. He really knew what to do to get under my skin. He was expert in that.

I turned my eyes at the window to see people, who were walking down the street.

“Always a pleasure to talk with you, little one,” he didn't say anything else. I didn't like that. I knew deep inside me that he was doing that on purpose. He was letting the tension between us grow. He wanted that my imagination could start working, imagining the most terrible things that in the end I could become an obedient little sheep.

I won't let him
win,
I made a promise to myself in my mind.

The car stopped next to the block of flats. Christopher got off and waited patiently for me to move my ass out from the car. I didn't hurry to do that on purpose. I was testing him like he was doing with me.

“Any day
, old granny,” he said and I sh
ot an angry look at him. He just lifted his arms innocently and planted a huge smile on his face.

“Shut up!”

He shook his head amused.

I came closer to him, avoiding his eyes.

“Follow me,” he ordered. I didn't give him a nod or other sign that I be a good little girl and do as he says. But he didn't even need that. He knew I will do what he had said.

Avery met us at the at the same minute as we entered. She seemed like a really angry woman which could defeat an army of men. I really didn't want to stand in front of her now. So, I tried to steal out of the room. It didn't work. Christopher gripped my hand and put me in front of her eyes.

“Well?” she said in a cold tone, which could turn anyone into an ice.

I shivered. She seemed really ready for a fight and I didn't know if I should accept her challenge. After all, I wasn't that stupid. She and Christopher weren't humans. They were something more, stronger, smarter. Even if tried to win, I will never be even close to see that golden medal saying that I beat them.

I stole a glance at Christopher. He was standing so close to me that I found myself wanting to lean closer to him.

“Well what?” I dared to say, pointing my eyes to the ground, but I saw that light wood not long, because Avery came closer to me, lifted my head up only that she could give me a slap in the face.

“Are you out of your mind, little one?” she said in angry voice now.

I sprung back, hitting Christopher's chest. No one had ever slapped my face. I was in shock. My lounges started crying for air which was everywhere except in my body.

“Great, Avery,” Christopher was unsatisfied by her behavior. He quickly hugged me and started whispering soothing words into my ear. It helped a little.

“She needs to know, who is the boss here, Christopher,” Avery snapped and turned her back to me and him, “or else not only
will she
go into the other world.”

The Other world, those words echoed in my mind like a curse. I didn't need to ask them about what world she was talking.

I started to gasp for air more.

“Hush, little one,” it almost reminded me a day in the graveyard. “Everything is okay. You were a bad girl, but you had learned from you mistake and that is a good thing,” he said, hugging me tighter and that actually helped me to take control of my body again. And when I was breathing normally again, he released me. “Come, you need to eat something,” he took my had and leaded me to the table. He settled me next to him. A few minutes later, Anna came, carrying our food.

I glanced at my salad, not sure if I really wanted to eat.

“My wife also didn't eat meat and because of that, everyone thought that she lived only on vegetables. How I see, Anna have the same brain in her head.”

“You had a wife?” I asked stunned. After all, they said to me that the protectors and tutors didn't have soulmates. So, how was that he had a wife? And why did that fact make me sad?

“Yes. She was a special person. You know, I could say that your behavior is similar to hers.”

“She was a pain in the ass?” I lifted my eyebrows up.

He shook his head.

“A truth finder. She tried to show the world, how wrong it was doing one or another thing. I think that is the main reason why her soul couldn't come back,” sadness touched his cute face. “Her declared ideas started a war between two villages.”

I turned my face that I couldn't see how pain and sadness grew in his face. I knew that I should stop him and change the topic of our little conversation, but I couldn't find enough courage or maybe desire to end this discussion about his wife. So, the only thing which left for me, was to ask questions.

“How did she die?”

“One man from other village killed her in front of my eyes. I was bound to a tree like some kind of animal. They brought her in front of me. She was brave even in the sight of dead. She didn't even
scream
when the knife dived in her body.”

I hugged myself. My wild imagination showed me too realistic images of his told story.

“I am sorry,” I said.

He glanced at me and took a deep breath. A weak smile appeared on his face, like telling that this happened very long time ago and he had recovered.

“Her name was Vanessa,” he said. “When I saw you in the grave, I remembered her and decided that this name will suit you the best for your new life.”

He chose me his dead wife's name. That fact really hit below the belt. At the same time I was both happy to have something, what mean a lot for him, and furious. After all, he was married and my new name belonged to his life's love.

“Is there a bar of chocolate? I would rater eat it than this,” I made a decision that I should change the subject, before my anger could start shining on my face like the sun in the sky.

“Ask Ann,” he suggested. I nodded and left him alone in the dining room. For my luck, Ann had bought many bars of chocolate only for me. So, I took one of them and strode to my room to do some writing.

<<>>

“How do you think, will we be able to do our job this time?” Avery asked, taking a seat next to him. Her face shone from concern.

Christopher shrugged. He didn't have the answer to that. This mission was so different from those which they had had. Trinity
knew
who she was and that she had been dead. It wasn't just a mission to find for guy his girlfriend, his soulmate, which he would love all his lives.

“She just needs time,” he said.

“We don't have it, Christopher,” Avery reminded him. He hated that fact. They had never had time. The bodiless required
doing
the job as quickly as possible. Christopher understood perfectly why they had a time limit; the number of people grew, while theirs almost remained the same.

“I know,” he admitted.

“And hunters... They are searching for souls like hers. I could only imagine how happy they would be when they find out that she reminds her previous life.”

“You think I don't understand that she is in danger?” Christopher turned his eyes at his friend. He knew Avery so long that he could give his life to her. But right now she was crossing a boundary of his patience. “The fact that she reminds, who she is, makes her special, Avery. We just need to find out why the bodiless let her know, who she is.”

“So what? Now we will play detectives?”

“No, we will just try to watch her, read her stories. After all, they are the things which could tell us more about her.”

She sighed and nodded in the end.

“You are right, I guess,” she said and rolled her eyes.

“Thank you.”

“But why didn't you mention to her that your wife also was a writer?” Avery was curious. Christopher frowned a
nd sh
ot an angry look at his friend. Yea, Trinity was similar to his wife, which will never be with him again. The start told him that.

“She is out from this world, Christopher. She won't come back to life. I am sorry. But you have two choices. The first one would be for you to become a protector and help people to find their happiness. Another one, you come back to this world over and over without a chance to find your happiness.”

“Because she doesn't need to know anything about us, Avery. After month or two, we will leave her alone. She doesn't need to tie up to us too much.”

“So, why then did give her your wife's name?” a smug smile kissed her face. “You know that she is not yours and she could never be. Tobias soon
will appear in her life and...T
hen our mission will end.”

“Don't put your rest in that,” he said. “When she finds out that nice fact about him, I really doubt that her feelings will overthrow her sanity.”

“We will see,” Avery said simply. “Maybe this mission will be the most interesting mission of all we had ever had. I bet That Tobias will win,” and she walked away, leaving Christopher alone with his own emotions, which boiled in him.

He didn't want to mention Avery that Trinity had magically found a way to meet her soulmate and how the jealously to see him in front of her, offering his number that she could call him later, conquered his sanity. He should have acted coldly, like he didn't care that some kind of guy tried to make some new friends. Also, he had to give Trinity a boost to meet that guy again, let that sparkle of love to become a fire.

He shook his head, letting in his mind the memory of seeing her scared and telling that Tobias had followed her to that ice-cream coffee. She didn't understand who he was, although she had been told about her soulmate and their mission. And still, the fact that Trinity didn't seem to be in that dreamy land seeing him, was really shocking. She should have tried to flirt, win more time to be with him and her eyes should have never left his. But she avoided his eyes and was dieing to get away from him. Was she acting like that because he came? Maybe. He shouldn't have hastened to bring her back home.

“I am such an idiot,” he criticized himself. “It is just a mission,” nothing more, he ended his sentence in his mind.

But is it? he asked himself a few minutes later.

All this situation wasn't so bad if not that fact that this girl's souls somehow managed to touch his soul
,
when none of others weren't even close to find the right path to his feelings.

He ran his hand through his hair. He needed some time and to be away from her until the job will be done.

Christopher stood up and walked out from the flat.

Chapter eight

Next day started with hearing the water drops on the roof, creating a symphony of nature's sounds. I opened my eyes and saw grey clouds through the window. Many people frowned, seeing so nasty sky, but not me. I liked rainy days. Especially
,
when
the
lightings
were
play
ing
above everyone's head. Those moments seemed to me so magical, so mysterious. Sometimes I even wondered what could happen to me if one of those magical lightings would touch me.

Stupid, I knew that, but my brain only in rare times understood that in reality nothing special could ever happen.

I lifted my head up and glanced around. I noticed a tray with food and a note on the table, just waiting for me to be read.

I stood up and walked closer to the table. I took the note in my hands and started reading it. It was from Avery, warning me not to leave home today. Also, there was written that she will take me to the city tomorrow.

I sighed. It was a good tactic; steal hope that you could give it back later. Also, there was an postscript.
Write your stories.

I rolled my eyes as I read that. Why were my stories so freaking important to them? There were so many books in this world. Why did it need some more? From me, a person who had many query rejections already?

I crushed that note and kicked it like it was a ball. I didn't care where it landed. I wormed back to my bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. So, I took my computer and started writing my stories. I spent twenty minutes pressing various buttons until I decided to stop and take a pause to eat. After I finished my food, I decided to bring the tray and dirty plates back to the kitchen where Anna, the housekeeper, could wash them up.

But soon I had to face the truth; I was left alone. There weren't neither Anna nor Avery with Christopher. In that note I hadn't read anything about me being alone in the flat.

I put the tray with plates on the table and took a better look around the flat. Yea, no one was with me. Was it good or bad that I was left alone after my yesterday's escapade?

I grinned.

But before I could do my cunning deeds, I heard a door bell ringing. I frowned and slowly started walking. But here, when a few steps separated me from the door and that person, who was behind them, I stopped like I had hit the invisible wall.

I hadn't gotten permission to open the door to strangers. Behind those doors could be one of those bad people which Christopher and Avery were so afraid of.