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Ok i will.’laira jumps out with excitement, reaching out  for the drawer.

‘Before you say anything. I don’t want you getting out of your bed till you are completely fine. And definitely not making any plans with her for going out and staying over’. Her mom makes her statement ahead, lifting the empty mugs while preparing to leave the room, sure that ‘going out’ was what her daughter had in her head at the moment.

‘But Mom, i am done with high school. I want to relax  and hang out with friends for few days’

‘I am not saying you can’t. But not now, while you look like this.Wait a few days. I don’t want you catching flu again. And laira’ even though you are done with high school, house rules will still stand. You cannot stay out late after 8pm

‘Why not? It’s not like i am going to be staying out late everyday. Just sometimes’.laira protests, disbelieving, how her mom was still aiming to keep her house bounded for rest of her life.

‘ I am sorry, i am not as cool  parent as your friend keisha’s mom is but that’s how it is. Live  with it’.

Laira rolls her eyes and frowns. She stomps back to the sofa, throwing her jumper  at the bed, trying to make her own non-verbal statement.  ‘Manners please!’ her mother hisses,giving  her a concerned look one last  time before she leaves for  work.

‘Oh well, surely the crow was a bad news in the morning’ laira rants, looking out the window, as a raven flys by to the gray gloomy sky of london.




‘Laira!!! Where were you??’ keisha’s high pitched cry almost makes laira jump out of her bed in panic.

‘Damn my reflex..’ laira curses herself, picking up the phone from floor.

‘Where have you been?I have been trying to get to you for three days now! Do you know how worried i was?’ keisha fires, with no intent of stopping for her breath.

‘Oh..i was down with flu’ laira mumbles, trying to fill in the pause, keisha had graciously provided,for her to  make a reply.



‘Down with flu? Can’t believe you didn’t tell me..i wanted to come and visit but i am scared of Mrs Nelumboo. She doesn’t seem to like me very  much.’

‘That’s not true Keisha. She likes you.’

She would, if i cover all my skin and walk with sweaters and pants’ keisha remarks. Then giggles on other end of the phone, knowing that what laira was telling, was an impossible lie to fake.

‘May be then she would like you more..’ laira chuckles too. Keisha was her best friend and none’s opinion counted when it came to Keisha, not even her Mom’s..

‘So everything aside. I got a very important thing to do for you laira’ Keisha adds.  I know you just got back from flu and stuffs. But you are not sick anymore. So you got to do this for me and for everyone’s sake ok? I am depending on you for this party to be a big sucess.’

Do what? What party? And how many times do i have to tell you keisha, breath in between, when you talk. It’s hard to catch up with you’.


Oh Sorry sweetie. I just got too  excited. I have so much to do and with you down and noone around to help me much with great ideas. I am having anxiety attacks. Wait a minute!!what??? Don’t tell me you don’t know about the party. What party? As in? You do know, i have a birthday next week? Don’t you?’ Keisha lashes over the phone.




‘Er..Yes’ laira replies, hesitantly after a moment , unsure, scratching her head.

I can’t believe you forgot your best friend’s birthday again? How could you?Anyways the main point is. I am throwing a party next week. And i want you to invite your two hunky friends.’ Keisha throws in bluntly.

‘What? Who hunky friends?’ laira asks, puzzled.

‘The one on white and the one on black. Ofcourse! Who would i be talking about?’ keisha frowns. ‘Do you see any hunky guys around worth my time?’

‘ I can’t’ laira answers instant. ‘What would they think of me Keisha?’

‘They are gonna think, you are much cooler person to hang out with, then what they thought of you initially!!’. Keisha exclaims in reply. ‘Come on laira. You have been hiding them to yourself for too long. We need to know them too. Especially me. I am your best friend. Beside,lets be honest,  your into Yanjas.  There isn’t any possibility you will date either of them, is there?’

‘Surely Not’. laira blushes.

‘Good. In fact, it’s better. So have you been seeing them often lately? Because we need to come up with a plan to invite them in my party. Knowing you, i know you can’t just ask?’

‘Who said we? And why will i do that keisha? It’s absurd.’ laira tries to reason her insane friend.



‘Hm. You are right. Better to be anonymous for my exquisite first impression huh?  Good idea! You do the invitation’.

‘What? No….’

‘I am your best friend Laira. You are suppose to drink a bottle of poison for me if i asked you to. Like i will for you’ Keisha answers disappointed to her reaction.

‘What? Are you crazy?’ Laira shrieks, startled.

‘Ok.. Ok.. May be i over exaggerated. But you got to bring them to my party laira. I have a thing for Sebastian. Help me. PLease’.

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A Raven perches in the balcony of laira’s room.

‘Soosh..soosh, fly away’ laira’s mother Mrs Nelumboo makes an annoying noise clapping both her hands to scare the bird.  ‘kaw kaw’,it makes an angry sound, hovering above her head making 2-3 circles before it leaves.

‘Why are you making so much noise early in the morning mom?’  laira asks, waking up lazily, covering her ears with the pillows.

‘Nothing dear. Just that bird. Been seeing it, perched on this  balcony for quite a few days now. So, I was trying to drive it off’.

Why? It’s just a bird. Must have a nest near mom.‘ Laira questions,yawning, pulling up her hair to make a messy bun.

‘True. But not just any bird laira. It’s a crow. You know, how i feel about crows..’ Her mother answers in a concerned tone, handing her a mug of hot chocolate drink.

‘They bring ominous news. Beside, they live in flocks. It’s rather unusual to be seeing one out of it’s roost at this season. And nesting here, that also alone.’

‘Seriously’ laira throws her mother a disbelieving look.

‘Why are we having a talk about some bird early in this morning?  So what if it is a crow? Don’t be so superstitious Mom. They are birds. They have wings, they can fly and be anywhere they want to be at’

‘Beside i don’t suppose English crows bring ominous news ’. She giggles.

‘I suppose’ her mother smiles too.  ‘May be i am overthinking..’

‘But from where i come, crows were called the  messengers of death and bad news. I grew up believing the tales your grand mother told me about them. So don’t blame an old school for believing in stuffs she was taught to believe in’.

‘Nope. I don’t blame you. I blame grand-ma, for all her scary stories.’ laira responds instant, remembering that, she had to be in good terms with her mom today no matter what.

Dosen’t matter what she says, my answer has to be  yes..Make her happy and you will get to be happy when you step outside of this suffocating apartment’ she adds in to her mental note.


‘Thank you’ Mrs Nelumboo pats her head with delight.

While laira sips in her hot chocolate drink eagerly, Mrs Nelumboo watches her daughter eat a proper food after long time. Quite relieved to see her appetite back to normal after back and forth periods of ill helath, she questions.

‘ I am concerned  about you laira. Are you okay? You seem so tired and drained of energy all the time nowdays. Is it about the gap year dear?’

‘No Mom’ laira replies, still busy, slurping on her drink and taking a large bite of her morning sandwich, simultaneously.

‘If it is dear,then i  don’t want you to  worry. I promise you, it’s just this year. Next year, we will have enough saving for you to start on your university. Your Dad and i have talked about it’. Her mother adds again

‘I promise it’s not that’ Laira reassures her, this time more clearer. ‘ I ‘m actually glad i am taking a gap year.That way, I will have enough time to think which sub i want to pursue with’

‘Then what is it? There is definately something wrong with you nowdays’

‘I don’t know. But.. I feel all right. I just had a bad flu. Nothing to be worried about’.

‘All right. If that’s what you say’ Mrs Nelumboo finally gives in.

‘Oh that reminds me. Your friend Keisha called in last night. I didn’t want to wake you up, so i told her i will make sure you call her back after you are up. Your cellphone is in the drawer. Check there if she left you any messages.’

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Sebastian shakes his head in agony, at the thought of what he had witnessed. He pulls off his thick iv sets that nourished him with fresh blood from both the arms carelessly and then, weakly standing on his feet reaches out to the opposite corner of the room. His gait still unsteady, his feet trembles on touching the floor, almost giving away to his balance. Finally, upon standing in front of the  large antique mirror, he gives in, pressing himself on the mirror for the support and sitting down.

While he does so, his reflection looks at him scowling,as if  he had never seen the man who was staring back.

Vampires never had their own reflection and Sebastian always found funny that he had one. His father often said ‘this made him special from others’ but to Sebastian it made him feel more like an outcast. Nevertheless, he had his wing constructed with more than handful of mirrors, for it reminded him of his weakness, his flaws and kept him checked of his actions. The mirrors grind ed on to his senses the truth,  that he was born different..he was never going to have complete control of his thirst.

Sebastian sighs remembering the last incident where his demons might have snapped. Reminding himself it should never happen again, at least not for real, he focuses his stare back at the mirror.  The reflection continues to scowl at him, fixing his hawk eyes on his blue lens, furrowed forehead and pale skin. Oh.. how he hated his papery pale white..bloodless and lifeless skin.

However, having reflection did not always mean disadvantages to Sebastian. It had advantages. And he purely enjoyed showing off these  traits. Unlike other vampires, who depended on those around them to tell,  how they looked. Sebastian never had this problem. He would often check out himself in the mirror and made sure his complements to self was heard, loud and clear, till one of his cousin twins  ‘Devin’ or ‘Vincent’ let out an annoying roar and smirked at him.This was his secret pleasure. Also that, having reflection meant, he could blend in among humans anytime. And it was far more helpful than any skills he had, to feed his curious mind.

‘Half-blood’ was Sebastian’s category. In common word ‘Muddy blood’, that’s what vampires called when they met a mix like him. Not to his face of course, except for his own two hate-loaded cousins he had (Devin and Vincent), whose hatred  was open and out, like their father Zeroch’s was..  

The truth was, Sebastian was not an exception either with reflection. There were thousands half bloods in his land and many more across the realms. All, had their own reflection and all were every bit similar to Sebastian, as he was with them. Only difference was, Sebastian had a royal blood and he lived far more privileged than those that were born like him. Half bloods,  otherwise, served for military and as labourers on fields, exploited for their  strength and often kept under surveillance like prisoners for their fear of  uncontrolled animal instincts. An instinct, Sebastian now too was very well aware of.

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(Hey i am back to writing my crazy fang story after long time!! hehehhehe)



‘Get out of my head!’ Raven shouts thunderously, pushing Sebastian away,forcing his  palms against his chest.  Thrown out in the midair, Sebastian lands painfully with a thud, his back  against the wall, with  the wall  crumbling down to rubbles because of the sheer force he exerted on it. ‘Shit’ he moans, coughing out blood, before passing out.

Bright beam of white day light gleamed over his face when Sebastian opened his eyes. Lazily, he rubs his heavy eyelids for a clear view and finds himself staring at a familiar ceiling, the one that always brought him comfort to look at. It displayed painting of a woman in a white floating gown amongst a garden of beautiful colored roses  with white clouds on the background of clear blue sky. Sorrunding the potrait, were statues of angels carrying harps and baby cherubs on plays, almost like floating gliding out from their  vault. This was the painting of his mother, his father had worked on for many years, an exact replica of which he had made on Sebastian’s wing as well.

Every muscles on Sebastian’s  body now ached, drained to last drop of their energy in the ‘memory travelling’ phenomenon, that had occured. His bones were broken at many places and judging by the pain he was now suffering from  on his chest, his heart had barely survived the impact. He might have pierced it with one of his broken ribs and ended his ‘forever’ in the mercy of few minutes, hadn’t the chips of bones missed, impaling the whole length of his muscles. But here he was, alive.

Tightly shutting his eyes, Sebastian tries to recall the events that he had witnessed. He had no excuse to ask of Raven who he knew was certainly very furious of  his insolence behaviour. Why would he not be? Secrets were secrets for a reason. And now he knew Raven’s, although he had never intended to forcefully learn out of him in the first place. He did not have a clue how he got there even..how was he going to explain? Raven would never understand. All he rememberd now was that scene ‘that painful last memory’ of Raven as a human. A body of flesh and scars. Vulnerable, weak, lost and alone. Drenched out in the rain, soaked, casted out like a street dog, holding a gun in his hand and lying lifeless near the sewers.


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Rose, sit here..’ Raven’s mother, the priestess appears  through the door, holding her daughter’s hand. She guides her to take a seat next to her and gently puts a bib around her neck. ‘I can do that myself, i am 10 year old today‘ Rose exclaims cheerfully,refusing politely her mother’s help. She reaches out for napkin herself then, unfolds it and spreads it in her lap while Amberine ‘the priestess’ watches her daughter, do that simple chore, with her hand sliding through the table and feeling the objects around her.

You are indeed stronger than you look and you will be stronger than i will ever be my dearest.’ She praises her daughter’s  effort, caressing lovingly her golden hair.

Here..‘ carrying a table knife neatly tied with a velvet ribbon at the end, Raven barges in excitedly.   ‘Blow out the candles Rose and cut the cake‘he bubbles. ‘But  where is father?‘ Rose questions refusing to hold the knife. ‘I can’t cut the cake without him..’ She grunts.

Right at the door dear” Raymond, Raven’s father cries aloud, jostling through with big casket of flowers. ‘Oh i love it, roses and jasmines, they smell so fresh. Thank you!!‘ the birthday girl exclaims,standing up from her chair,facing the door before anyone can speak. ‘Mother got me an orchid too‘ she adds,holding out her just opened gift to his direction.    ‘Did you dear?’ Raymond  winks at his wife Amberine. ‘You surprise me, you surprise everyone my dearest princess’he laughs, pecking on his daughter’s cheek.

Sebastian stands amused, enjoying his moment of being invisible uninvited guest for the occasion. They looked as normal as any other human families he had seen. Happy and content, to be together.’Happy Birthday..happy birthday dear Rose‘ the melody itself was thrilling his senses, it was filled with love, the aroma of happiness was everywhere, in and around him. ‘Humans..’ He smiles. How funny was it for them to celebrate their ageing process, although with every year that passed by, they were only getting one step nearer to death..  Perhaps this was the reason why, they were so  emotionally driven. A fear, nothing lasts forever..he monologues.

Silently taking an empty seat beside the cake, next to Rose, Sebastian whispers, ‘Happy Birthday Rose. Wish we had met on other circumstances’ coming face to face with her, for the first time. Rose stares at him,her beautiful greenish bluish eyes sparkling like sand dusts, past him, then to Raven’s direction.  ‘Brother‘ she calls. Her senses concentrated on suffling noises Raven made, opening the casket wrappers. ‘ I wished that we would always be a happy family  like this’ she says delightedly. ‘And i also made a secret wish that you were together with that girl you so much  like‘ she makes a funny face with a sly smile. ‘sooosh‘ Raven  warns, looking around for sign of his parents. ‘Thank you Rose‘ he adds, once he confirmed noone was prying their conversation. ‘i wish your wishes come true then‘..he grins ‘and next time we all would be together celebrating your birthday’  he speaks eyeing dreamily at the cake.

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This time, Sebastian finds himself trapped inside a  locked compartment. A box like compartment what looked like a coach of a very  fast moving underground train to him, only that he was travelling alone.  Confused, he  adjusts  his night vision allowing it to glow like a cat’s eye in the dull light and  looks out of the windows. Nothing.  All he sees are the inside walls of dimly lit tunnel  wired on either sides with high volt bare electric lines emiting blue rays.

Noticing one of those  wires  now producing  a bright yellow spark, Sebastian backs off the window alarmed . One minute, he was surfing in Raven’s memory and the next, he had somehow  teleported himself inside an underground tunnel  that was  ‘in a verge of explosion’ any moment.

Nervous , he feels his legs go limp and throw him out of the balance before  grabbing the pole for safety. Then he roughly runs  his fingers across his hair and finds himself staring at the windowpane in disbelief. An image of a man dressed in white suit with a  blue handkerchief neatly tucked on his front pocket stared back at him, petrified, knowing his worst nightmare was coming to life.

Vampires had always been scared of sparks. Spark meant fire. Whether it was a cable spark or a spark by thunderstorm or a spark as simple as those produced by humans by rubbing  two stones together. They were afraid.  A notorious tale of an old vampire castle being set on fire and killing thousands of their kinds  still circulated around after a century. It haunted dreams of many who had survived the tragedy. And Sebastian was also one.

Why were they scared of fire? Sebastian never had to ask. He knew the answer himself. It was to do with inability to regenerate once you had been burnt. Fire was known to  denature the proteins inside vampire’s cells as much as it did to human beings and other warm bloods. Once the cells were fixed their capacity to mould was limited. ‘Moulding’ was the  principle of regeneration of body parts in vampires, ‘a secret to their Immortality’. No moulding cells meant, death was better outcome than to be alive. There was no worser faith than living eternity with a crooked deformed body like a half melted  plastic bottle. ‘Good at nothing’ as vampires said. Therefore, bullying wasn’t just limited  to school or a few years, it was for life.

Ofcourse, fire did not completely restrict the ability to regenerate. The regeneration  was there but often  incomplete and was known to  leave ugly scars on the survivor. Sebastian carried his mark, a charcoal black charred back.. between his scapulas extending a palm length below and at sides that often reminded him of  his narrow escape. His father, who had saved him from the fire had also endured a burn but much severe on his left hand. The regeneration attempts for him had  terribly gone wrong, unlike Sebastian who had miraculously managed to  heal almost completely. However at the end, the claw like hideous hand had brought major advantages  on close combats to Sebastian’s father, being used as an armor shield, popularly called ‘the claw beasted king’ among the peasants.

Sebastian dreaded the thought of being trapped in the fire. Being blessed with supernatural strengths, the limit of pain for him was indeed  far below than that of regular humans. And should the train  explode and it promised him quick exit he had almost nothing to worry about. He didn’t care if his guts and flesh scattered, got burnt and deep fried even. What scared him was,  Vampires rarely died. Their blessing was their curse.

Because, as long as a vampire had a beating heart intact in his body, every cell made an attempt to regenerate even to the most extreme forms. Sometimes,  only to break away in midway,  leaving gaps between the arranging muscle fibres, exposing their inner organs or the bones . And other times worser than that, a creature so different that looked anything other than the beautiful supernatural creatures they were.  And this was an unacceptable faith to Sebastian.

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(Noisy long breaths..)

Sebastian gasps, his face flushes to red with agony. Who knew a vampire as pale as him could afford rosy red  cheeks.

He reaches out to his neck desperately trying to remove the object  that was suffocating him. To his surprise, there are none. He breathes harder and swallower, heavy gushes of wind driven forcibly in and out from his mouth, feeling like being hauled over by plastic bag.  All in vain.

The room starts spinning round and round like a whirlpool, once again. The objects in the room including the bed, the table and the chair join him. The pages in the notebook he stacked sometime ago, flies in close, missing his forehead by an inch. It separates and releases hundreds of  images of black crows flying like an angry flock freed from a cage, crowing relentlessly around him.

Meanwhile, Young  Raven’s voice resonates in the hall,  repeating  ‘my mother is evil’ like a mind controlled puppet,  in the background.

One by one, big screens of Raven’s memory appears infront of Sebastian. Scenes of his conversations  with  his father plays  like an  old cassettes of movies.  Similar scenes follow,thousands,  countless, floating..

Sudden stop with a strong jerk on his body. Nauseaus. Weak.


Sebastian now finds himself standing on a black pitched empty road.

He lays out his hand to feel the gentle drizzles of rain on his palms .  The drops hits his skin before they pass through invisibly on it. Feeling amused how he could still perceive the cold drops on his transparent hands, Sebastian chuckles in irony.

Then, mustering all the little energy he could afford, he takes a step forward, grunting at spasmodic pain, his hamstrings and gastrocnemius muscles were enjoying inflicting on him.

‘Could this get any worse? Talk about badly choreographed movie..’ he mumbles, straining again for another effort to pull himself out of the road.

‘Raven…’. A voice calls.

Sebastian knew this voice. He holds his marching step with only his front heel touching the ground and turns. The mere sound alone made the depths of his soul feel at ease and  jump with excitement.

Wearing a frilly frock  stood  Laira with an umbrella, a  few feet away from him. Excat copy that she was now, although a lot fairer.

‘Something about that red…’ Sebastian remarks, pausing to stare at laira for a while.

‘oh yes..It pairs perfectly with her pink cheeks..’he monologues in admiral. His joy flashing visibly in his wide grin.

However, as Sebastian continues to fix his looks in adoration at laira, the vibrant red of her umbrella changes its image to satin red scarf in his pupils. It floats on air above her head , gradually replacing its reflection on his blue lens with bright blood red flare .

Pupils now contracted, yet still  maintaining their crimson blaze , Sebastian’s gaze follows  laira walking across the road, to the pavement then coming to a halt.


He stands stiff for a while, barely breathing himself, aroused by the heightened senses he was suddenly experiencing..like a kick to his system. A kick of ‘primal instinct’.

He  twitches his ears now attentive to the sound, like a hound on a trail and listens carefully to the  lure of inhaling and exhaling of laira’s breath, (Thump..thump..thump..)her  heartbeat and    (Swish.. Swish..Swish….) the soft rumbling of flowing blood in her system….all that he could perceive, crystal clear like never before.

Giving in to euphoric trance he was now in, Sebastian lets out a pleasant moan escape his breath. ‘Hush…..’ . The surge of power was a bliss to feel.

‘Go..!!’  He opens his eyes and tenses his muscles, clenching  his teeth to make a sprint.

‘Ah..’ . A painful prick   and he snaps.

Blood had now started dripping from corner of Sebastian’s lips into his white shirt. His fangs had ejected themselves to a pointy hypodermic needles from his canine sockets, piercing it.

Running his fingers across it hastily, Sebastian stares at horror seeing them stained with blood. He then widens his jaw exposing his fangs , slowely  retracting them back to his  canines. Once back to their sockets, he runs his tongue across his lips, sealing his wound as he does so, tasting the saltiness in his blood. Then confused, he  locks his eyes at laira’s face, who had now come to a stop infront of a familiar figure he knew.


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(Really thankful to those who like Entwined 🙂 I am sorry this is the real edited version of Entwined 18.)

Sebastian stirs uncomfortably.

There is a mysterious aura around Raven, who is absorbed completely enjoying in watching his father moan of pain, without moving a flinch.  His aura, suddenly builds in stronger and takes a form of a fog that rapidly spreads. Sebastian takes a step back  unsure of the entity that was now rapidly evolving. However,  it soon engulfs him, trapping him inside the dark haziness. The myst burns his nostrils and stings his eyes. Soon after, his vision gets dimmer,  feets become numb and he starts to  swirl..like being caught in middle of hurricane.

Sebastian opens his eyes finally, what seemed like hours  later and finds himself standing in an elegant hall.

The moonlight that penetrates through the  large glass window casts his shadow on the thick red carpet placed over its well furnished wooden floor. In the far corner to the right where the moon beam refuses to reach, he sees a fireplace, with an orange red hue of bright flames burning . There on that corner , a shadow moves on the wall  with ocassional noise of clinking metals.

A girl’ Sebastian says to himself, noticing her long hair in the back.

He  quickly takes long strides to her, in a hope she might have some answers to his puzzle  but suddenly stops by the noise of approaching footsteps..

Sebastian gasps at what he sees next.

Infront of him stood a boy in his early teens with black hair and black eyes dressed in blue pajamas. Undoubtedly this boy, was  Raven ‘the traveller’ for Sebastian couldn’t  have mistaken those eyes, not even if he was placed in a class room of boys who looked similar.

‘Raven what happened?’he whispers bending low.

The boy however dosen’t answer. He looks at him straight, ignores his question and walks forward ,passing him through.

Sebastian flinches.

Something had happened to him. The realization now, gives him an unpleasant feeling  in the pit of his stomach. Because whatever that had happened, had made  him look transparent than a glass and weigh lesser than the air itself. In other words,he was invisible like a ghost.

He takes a long breath and moves uncomfortably pacing back and forth in the room.

‘Did I time travel? Or did I enter into Raven’s memories?’

It must be his memories because vampires can’t time travel into past..we have eternity ahead..he reasons.

The curse was to live endless tommorrows not to dwell into yesterday..he recalls the words his father said.

Finally pulling himself up together, after reaching a conclusion he was in Raven’s memories and not in his past, he reaches out to the girl, the boy Raven stood next to.

Upon coming close to the little girl,he examines her carefully.

The girl looked  like she was half the age younger than litte Raven was. She had white complexion with hair that was dark brown  and eyes light blue like that of Raven’s mother ‘the priestess’ unlike Raven himself, who had inherited most of his appearance from his father.

Siblings..he exclaims.

But what does this mean??

It still didnot answer why he was inside Raven’s head, where surely Raven would have never wanted him to be wondering around..

Sebastian scans the room like a hawk with his keen eyes from massive chandelier in the roof  to the large ancient looking golden  flower vases  kept on the doorways. For a hall that was as big as this one, Sebastian found it rather odd to be much spacious. There was nothing much in the room beside a red thick carpet laid on the floor  where he first stood, a fire place with  couple of large sofas placed around it and a piano standing on a far end nearer the window.

It reminded him of his room back at the palace that was as  empty and hauntingly silent as this hall was.

On the opposite wall, Sebastian soon notices picture frames  arranged in the top of the shelf that held large collection of books. He rushes to grab the pictures. These pictures  were Ravens. Excited at the discovery, Sebastian starts holding them one by one and observing them individually.

To guess Raven’s nature as a human when he was young ,looking at the photos was a difficult task even for Sebastian. In some he looked like an introvert boy weakly smiling for camera, in some he looked like being mobbed by boys and girls his age who adored him, in some he looked athlethic wearing a football jersey who was desperate to get the team a win while in some he looked silent and focused soul playing a piano.

These pictures to Sebastian were priceless. They reflected every moments his soul bonded brother lived as a human.They carried a story of his soul, days of his lives that he barely talked about. How he wished he was there to see them and protect his innocence from what he had now become.

Sebastian  clinges to each one of them unable to let go, while his eyes captured each of those images in his memories. One on particular he found it very hard to leave.This was the one  Sebastian voted his best.

In the picture, Raven was holding his sister in his arms. Still a fragile newborn then, she was placed neatly and securely wrapped in soft white cotton blankets against his small chest. With a   big grin on his face and eyes that looked like they had just cried Raven carried her proudly like a trophy he was eager to show off.

‘That’s priceless’ Sebastian comments to himself smiling back at the boy on picture.

‘Never seen him so happy all these time’ he sighs sadly.

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‘ Sweetie turn back’ Sebastian says after a moment grinning from side to side of his mouth.

‘Tell it all ..to that  guy behind you. He has been standing here eavesdropping us for a long time’

Hesitantly laira turns her head back . She catches her breath, seeing yanjas look at her confused and shocked both at the same time. ‘Ah…’she stammers.

‘i can’t even think of a thing. .why does my brain do this to me everytime i need it to work???

watever..jus say something.. anything’ little devil laira pops, with a hammer and starts hammering on her head. ‘Just don’t embarass me anymore’ she cries.

‘Shoosh..’ says laira to her virtual little self, while Yanjas stood even more confused of her behaviours and both Sebastian and the traveler ‘Raven’ walked away leaving her alone with  ‘the special guy’.

‘He is going to break her..’ states Raven corncerned  telepathically, his face expressionless, eyeing the high school boy out of the corner of his eyes.

‘Yeah…’ sighs Sebastian  ‘And I don’t even like him’.



‘Why are you giving me so much money? Have you even counted it?’laira falters, holding to a basket full of crumbled money.

‘Oh please laira. I am not good at maths and Raven says he feels too lazy to count. Its just a basket of money. Its not even much..all you have are rolls of 20 Rupees on those’.

‘yes! But hundreds of them!Its insane!’ laira exclaims.

‘We have a whole box of money filled in here. Its ok for you to take that much. Its your fair share’ Raven argues, pushing back the box of money back to her hands.

‘I think I am overpaid for the day’

‘May be you are.. But don’t you have stuffs to buy like dresses or bags and things to do like rolling on bed with cash on? Heard those are all the stuffs girls like..’ Sebastian comments with an innocient face throwing a questioning look.

‘Um…’ laira flashes an awkward smile, not having a heart to deny him and obviously the truth.

‘Go off’ Sebastian gives her a gentle push behind her back. ‘Meet us Saturday. You got our numbers’

‘ok..’ laira runs inside her house excitedly holding the box filled with money. Tonight she was not going to sleep. She was going to carefully stack together all the crumbled piece of notes and count them carefully..



‘Why are we here?’ asks Sebastian, standing infront of a double storyed mansion, that looked like a haunted house out of horror movies, overlooking a window, what seemed like the only well lit room in the property.

‘A monster always seeks its creator whether by love or hate’ Raven replies, staring at the shadow of a man who seemed to be sitting, cooped up covered on blankets next to it.

He raises his hands and moves his fingers like playing a piano, which now seems to make the piano on the old man’s room actually play.

‘Astha…’ the old man screams and tries to run around the room restlessly. ‘Its that kid again he is here!!’ he shouts relentlessly.

Raven chuckles at the mischief he had just done. Sebastian smiles too.

‘Your father makes up a great comedian’ he remarks.

They stand up there watching the events silently like watching a movie on black and white show, through the window behind the curtains, enjoying every bits of what Raven’s mischief followed.

A shadow of lady appears next to the window,its  Astha, the old man’s sister.

They hear her calling the Hospital. ‘Hello I am calling for the emergency…’

Soon the ambulance arrives.  3-4 men rush Mr Rishak out of the house,strapping him on the strtecher, while he wrestles violently, begging them to let him finish what he started..killing himself.


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‘Er..homosapien…’ replies laira confused. ‘And he is not my boyfriend’ she adds shyly.

‘Of course I know he is not of primate species. He almost looks like us..except his frizzly hair so he must be a homosapien’ frowns Sebastian.

‘I meant was I am half Romanian half French, Raven here is idk but Caucasian anyways ..he never says anything…you are clearly oriental..’

‘oh he is afroamerican..’

Whaaaaaaa….t? That sounds cool..’ Sebastian flips inside his head, realizes within seconds he does not like the guy at all.. so gives a mental slap to himself to jerk away what little infatuation he had for the guy with frizzly hair.

‘So what is it sweetie?’he asks to laira once he is out of his head.

‘ its obvious that you like him. Why not go for it? Otherwise..he is going to be eyeing girls like that over there. See little shrimp! Didn’t even take him that long…’

‘Oh that’s his ex girlfriend. He still has a thing for her I guess’ Laira replies hesitatingly, looking at yanjas who was now helplessly staring at the girl passing by his side.

‘Well then even better! Now everything is clear off your road. Lucky you!!’ Sebastian exclaims with excitement twinkling in his eyes.

‘Raven here has been stuck with a girl he liked from ages ago..like ages ago and he still hasn’t done anything about it yet. I say just grab her and he is like..No…’ Sebastian makes a funny face when he says ‘No’, like a  spoilt highschool cheerleader  girl only that he looks preetier even with that unsusual expression.

‘No let her be..’ he repeats with annoyed face. ‘Can you believe it?’ he continues.

‘ You little laira should not be like that. Go and grab your man!’ he tries to persuade her strongly.

‘Oh..I understand Mr Raven.’laira sounds rather reluctant. She looks at the man in the black who stood facing away from them, his hands inside his pant pockets, looking cool and dainty as ever.. and ignorant of course, clearly least intrested in their talks.

‘You cannot force anyone to love you. Yes perhaps Mr Raven has been rather too unsure of himself to express to the girl because i donot think there is any girl who would dare to reject him. But if he still does love her then I donot know why he wouldn’t speak of it. He will never know unless he tries. As for myself, I cannot say to yanjas because he has another girl he has been waiting for and because he treats me like a sister. But again perhaps I too am too unsure myself..’ she says.

Sebastian stares at the girl, his eyes opened wider than he could have ever before, like he did not believe a word she was saying.

‘But yeah…’ laira continues. ‘ I did not ask yanjas if I could love him on first place..why would I expect him to love me back at all? Like that girl is special to Yanjas, he is special to me..and not every one gets their special things. I understand it’.

‘Laira..’ Sebastian interrupts, putting his hands on her shoulder like trying to shrug her off from her stream of thoughts. He beams his crystal blue eyes closer to hers,  looking desperately by any means to get a glimpse into her thoughts.

‘You are too young for god sake to be thinking like that! You should never… think like that!’ He makes a firm grip on her shoulders with agony clearly audible on his statement. While Raven too swiftly turns back and changes his stance to a position what seemed like an offensive mode  to laira.

‘Aw..such emotional maturity for your age. Perhaps you are not 15 at all. You are 115 hahha’ Sebastian outbursts suddenly, yanking himself away from laira, hiding the same time his bloody red lens..back to crystal blue within flicker of seconds, while laira stood unaware, blushed and amused of the peculiar character he was.

‘I can’t understand the person he is. Actually I can’t understand both of them’ laira says to herself, noticing the ununsual stance Raven stood with.

‘what happened?’ Raven communicates telepathically.

‘You happened!’ Sebastian snaps. ‘You are channeling too much negative energy. Your aura is affecting me..’

‘I am sorry. It got out of control’ Raven gives him an apologetic look with sincere sadness visible in his eyes. Sebastian looks at him feeling devastated himself. However,  this time Sebastian was at the edge. The thought of what he could have done to this precious girl within matter of seconds, without her even knowing it was burning him inside.