The Obsession

Lynn’s hand clenched in mine we walked into the house, her steps more reluctant to see whatever hid inside the house as she’d feared to even look upon it from the outside. But I guided her and talked her through it.
Strange it was to me to see this girl so weak and afraid, not at all as I had ever seen her before. She had always been strong and depending on no one except for herself.

But there comes a time in peoples lives were you need to have someone at your side. Like she needed me to be her strength in entering the trauma of a house, she’d suffered from finding her dead parents in those cold dark rooms I needed her to be the one who kept me interested in life, so that I don’t just dissipate and fade into nothingness. And I just might have if I hadn’t found her.

Her big blues looked cautiously about her, succeeding in making out the darker parts of the rooms. Step by step we walked through the living room, the kitchen, finding an object or two in every room she wanted to take with her. A memory or a picture. She stopped to stare at the pictures on the refrigerator, happy mother and father smiling towards the camera. Lynn as a baby, Lynn in kinder garden, Lynn with her parents. Such a pretty little one. She took off the magnets holding the pictures in place and put the memories in her back pack she’d carried with her and flung it nonchalantly over one shoulder.

We proceeded towards the stairs leading upwards. Lynn bit her lower lip, with an un-lustful expression on her face, begging me silently to be her guardian. “Come on, we have to do this sooner or later, lets just make it sooner” I said trying to sound like I didn’t care. Like my heart wasn’t bursting from seeing her this way.
She took a deep breath and with determined steps walked up towards the room were she’d found them. All was silent, slightly cold from a draft somewhere, the bedroom had been cleaned and no bodies or blood was left from that awful night, in fact the place looked like any other room, a rather large bed, closed windows and curtains, a bedside table, closet, other storage boxes and some clothes and books lying around, nothing out of the ordinary. My precious girl’s eyes filled to the brim with tears were surprised, apparently expecting a massacre or something of the same kind she’d found last time she was there. I didn’t like her silence, but to urge her to talk it all out right now seemed absurd.

Softly as I could I spoke to her, telling her it was all over, if she wanted to run out from this room and never come back again she was free to do so.
Her body moved towards the bedside table were a picture and a little wooden box was, pretty little thing all white and glittering with a ballerina on top of it was placed as if it were a place of honor. All the while she did these things reluctantly, opening the box, putting the framed picture in the bag, finding a letter and her mother’s favorite necklace in it.
“She always wore it, only when I asked to have it did she for some reason put it in this box and warned me never to open it. Only she knew I would do it sooner or later. She knew, and it must mean something special to her, since she’d give me pretty much anything I would have asked for, but couldn’t give this to me, as though it was poison.”

Now sitting on the bed her eyes met mine.
I thought of her sensuality, I knew I shouldn’t think this way right now, but I really couldn’t help myself. I wanted her immediately. Hands grabbed the thin silver chain and hung it around her neck; the purple color of the gem on the silver chain was hypnotizing. It was as if the necklace belonged to her. It hadn’t had a color in particular before she put it on, but now it seemed it shone, powered by her energy.

“It’s beautiful” I said to her, forcing myself to stop all thoughts of sex that currently went through my brain. “I think it belongs to you…” I heard myself say. “Really?” she said “Because that’s exactly what I was thinking when I first saw it. Don’t you think it’s strange that mom hid it from me, for so long, guarding it?” I sat down beside her, putting my hand on her thigh.
“Yes, it’s all very mysterious…” I reached out to touch it. The color turned blue as if a light came from within it.

“Did you see that?” she said. “Undoubtedly” I said a little distraught.
“You really think you should be wearing this thing?” I asked her, caring for her life, hoping it wasn’t cursed, but I felt no malice coming from it. Only coldness as I had touched it. Maybe even a coldness that comes from inside my own heart. She looked hesitant and frowned for a moment, and then flashed her blue eyes back at me again. “Let’s see what happens, if it’s a charm or curse or whatever it is, I want to find out…”
“…and the only way to find out is to wear the trinket?” I finished her sentence.
“I wouldn’t use that word, but yes, wear it to find out.” I took her hand once more and we walked out of the room.

“You like to play risky games don’t you?” I peered down at her, letting her know the concern I felt for her as she gazed upon me. “Well, I have nothing left to lose” she said and I felt sort of a sadness in that. She didn’t care so much for her life as she used to, but only if she had truly lost it, she’d learn to treasure it.
I cursed myself for thinking she would lose her life, to this damned life that I have, I cursed myself for thinking I was the one who would turn her from this pure goodness to a raging demon like myself.

Weeks went by and we lost all track of time when we were together. Her new family not accustomed to her midnight walking, so concerned were they with her nightly adventures. She reassured them she was with (what she called her boyfriend) just passing time and told them they need not worry, he always followed her home. Andrea still insisting upon meeting this ´boyfriend´ so I had to make a social call and meet with the family. I had been right, they were very honest and good people, nice and warm and loving. Could tell that only from their body language and polite phrases.

It was all kind of adoring, their little mortal ways of polite questioning without really getting to the chase. I could tell Miss Murphy’s fiancé tried to get psychological with me, saw it coming a mile away. But I think I dodged the more difficult questions in a rather good way. “How old are you?” Andrea had asked. That I didn’t know how to answer without lying, so I gave her a counter question. “How old do I look? I get that all the time, people think that just because I’m distant and a bit odd, that I must be a hundred years old” They all smiled graciously. “When in fact I’m more like six hundred years old” To my relief everybody started laughing and thought I was a pretty funny guy. My answers about my life had to have sounded a bit cryptic but I got the general impression that I was alright. That I was a suitable partner for Lynn, and more importantly that I was human.

I could hear Andrea whisper in the kitchen to her sister that she saw why Lynn liked me, obviously I was very beautiful and rare and intelligent for my age…and she also thought me to be somewhat obscure, but that it suited Lynn’s personal preferences as she thought the girl to be of a happy kind with dark hidden sides to her personality. She thought me to be perfect for her because I was just as mysterious as she could be at times.

Satisfied with hearing that I pressed Lynn’s hand who had been sitting beside me all along, lying for me whenever I needed the help. Didn’t quite know why, but I couldn’t bring myself to lie to these humans.
As I sat there I kept my eye on the enchanting stone hanging around her neck, and found that it shined blue whenever I touched her, otherwise it was only purple. Even when other people touched her, the humans had no affect whatsoever on the gem. I now knew it had to do with creatures that weren’t human, or living.

After making sure everybody were convinced that I could be with my beloved obsession by night-time I took my leave of them and thanked Andrea Murphy for her hospitality and kindness.

Still I was a bit puzzled over the gem, and hit the occult books looking for any kind of description concerning that thing that Lynn seemed to be so fond of.
Not to my surprise I didn’t find any information at all, apparently it must be either ancient or no one must know about it. But one night when Lynn and I were fighting some rogue vampires trying to rape and kill their victim in a horrible way I found out the powers of the trinket around her neck.

Lynn had spotted the vampires first and as the first of them went for her intending to hurt her, she struck him once with her all-mighty fist and this red force-field shot out emanating from the purple gem making the vampire fly all the way back and hit the ground savagely as he landed.
My eyes were round with amazement and eyebrows raised from the surprise.
“Wow…” She said smiling up at me impressed by the force. “THAT was cool”

(End chapter five)

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Chapter Six coming, but don’t know how soon though….
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