The Cursed Human

A fourteen year old girl, playing around with some kids of her age. Her longs brown braids shook as she threw her head back laughing. She was giggling when her best friend fell to the ground clutching his nose. She was feeling bad for the boy but the way he was clutching his nose, made her laugh. Hearing her loud laughs, boy looked at her in awe.

‘She is beautiful.’

He thought to himself. His pain long forgotten replaced with enchanted sound of her soft giggles. He always liked her with her long brown luscious hairs which were now tightly braided in two pigtails. They were shining with the ray of sunlight just like her chestnut eyes were sparkling.

She crouched down at his level and held out her hand for him to take. He took her hand in his and she helped him get up. They laughed simultaneously as another kid fell down with the ball in his hands. They were happy and enthusiastic.

Sarah’s eyes immediately turned towards hurried footsteps when a young lady who used to live right beside their neighborhood, came panting and breathing heavily.

Both of them were shocked seeing like this.

‘What is wrong with Mrs. Claire?’ The young girl thought to herself.

Claire rushed towards them and took the little girl in her arms while tears flowed down her black eyes.

“Whats wrong Mrs. Claire?” She asked.

But women only sobbed. After two minutes of her sobbing, she let go her but only so that she could see her face.

“Sarah, your……. father is no more” she cried. Sarah looked confused at the lady as she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She didn’t knew what did that mean instead she shook her head and said.

“What does that mean, Mrs. Claire?” The young girl asked innocently when Claire immediately engulfed her in he arms.

“He is dead, Sarah! He’s dead!”

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Sarah was sweating profusely when she again woke up from her unwanted and? unplanned slumber. She found herself wrapped up in soft silk duvet as she opened her hazy eyes.

‘How did I get here. I was sleeping on floor as far as I remember?’

She was in same room where she wake up earlier.

As she looked around she found something terribly wrong with the room. She found fear creeping inside her not because of dream or her situation but because this time the room was dark, no light, it was shady, cold. The chadeliers were no longer emitting lights instead the brightness was replaced with darkness. It was like the room was made up of ice making her bones chilled.

As she tried to get up from bed, she found herself frozen in her spot. She tried again but it was like something was stopping her. There were no ropes, no restraint but still she was unable to move.

She panicked. It was so unusual for her.

The room started to get more darker and colder by the passing indtant. She couldn’t saw anything, it was not like she could see anything earlier but this time it was pitch black. She tried to move but failed miserably.

Suddenly, the room had some light in it. A candle lit itself on the centre table located in front of couch. It was still dark but now she could make out her surroundings. The action made her shocked.

“Wh-How-is t-thi possible?” She stuttered. She stared wide eyed at candle, she saw something moving beside it as her eyes roamed around.

That’s when she noticed other presence in the room. As she looked at couch, a scream left her mouth when she saw red eyes staring back at her with some intensity. The crimson blood colored eyes made her body more chilled and panicked. The words and voice seemed to left her mouth a she breathed terribly. She steadied her breath and tried to calm the panic bubbling inside her. She was paralyzed to the spot, the menacing aura holding her in a tightening grip. Heart pounding in her ears, she tried to scream. She heard a high pitched scream; she didn?? t realized it was her own until much later when colour drained from her face.

Her body didn’t seemed to cope up as her consciousness decided to leave her.

She lost her sesnes immediately. The candle that was burning, suddenly it blew out and room again become darker like her dreams.

A dark chuckle filled the room. Whoever the other presence was, was amused by this.

Falcon heard her screams. He was waiting on the door. He was worried about her but he couldn’t do anything without the permission of his Lord. He knew he was inside and as long as he was with her, no upper power could touch her without his permission.

FALCON’S P. O. V

How would you feel when the person who was far more important to you than your own life, was suffering because of you? Terrible. That’s what I was feeling. I never wanted this for her. I never wanted this for myself. But not everyone have choices. She didn’t belonged to our world. She was innocent. She didn’t knew anything about us. Her naive self though that this was all but didn’t knew, this was just a beginning and there was more than this, which she wouldn’t be able to take.

It tortured me to hear her screams, to watch her suffer.

But what could I do? Nothing. I could just watch her from afar, suffering. I wished that I could go back in time and tell her how much I loved her. I wish I could tell her how much she meant to me, how much she affects me in worst possible ways.

I never wanted to see tears in those eyes. I never wanted to see her broken. I never wanted to lie. But guess what, I just fucking did!

I fucking lied to her about everything. About her father, about her mother, about me, about Nancy, about everything. Everything was a lie.

Guilt was that incessant throb in my heart, telling me I should apologize for being so callous. It might or might not stop after the apology. But my apology was nothing compared to pain I had implemented on her. I had left her broken only for other to break her more. I was suffocating inside, that heavy feeling inside my chest was rising slowly.

But the moment that I shared with her on that evening was not a lie. That was not lie. That was everything that I ever dreamt about. Nothing about the way I feel for her was lie.

The way her lips felt against mine was true. The way her body felt against mine was torturous. The way she smelled that day was divine. It made me want to rip that little dress off her and show her how much I craved for her. To fuck her senseless till she screamed my name only in pleasure.

The mere thought of her naked underneath me, made me aroused. I looked down and saw a huge bulge form in my pants.

“Fuck!” I growled. I needed to do something for that. I couldn’t had that thoughts here. But what could I do, she was insanely perfect.

But she could never be mine. World would turn into hell if anyone tried to mess with? him. She was? his, she is? his, and she would always be? his.? No matter what.

He would claim her, soon. And I hoped for that day to never come.