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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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my candylove

‘You are more of human than you are of us’ Sebastian recalls Devin’s spiteful words, as he tries to maintain a firm eye contact with his image on the glass. Although this was one thing he never commented on, Sebastian knew deep inside, this was his truth. Like he knew, given an option he would have preferred the other way around. But, this  did not mean he hated his human self nor loathed the race. He rather preferred  being on the neutral ground, in a balance which however was proving too difficult for him  to obtain..  And of course, there were those bits of tight knots he had never opened to anyone. The seed that had planted the disparity he felt on his chest on the first place. Those clutters of  baggage of his own he had been carrying for long.  And to add to that, tales of human’s thrive for power,greed and absurdity of their decisions  never felt too impressive to brag about.

Slowly, the reflection  starts dissolving and an entire different scenario appears infront of Sebastian. The mirror now,  reveals to him, a familiar cosy looking room, with a white flowery wallpaper on it.  A jingling of the   windcharm  by nearby window,gently sways  to welcome his accustomed peer. Lying  in front, fast asleep in comforts of her bed snuggles laira. One reason, his  weak human self was beating him for.

Sebastian leans his face against the mirror, knocking his head gently to it, to and fro. His mind playing and replaying to him, the scene with laira and Raven sitting by the roadside, on the rain. Their first kiss he had witnessed. The thought of it flooding in his mental anguish..the feeling of a third wheel, an unseen unwanted individual desperately wishing to be seen.  

The site of  iv cannula on one hand now, starts dripping  blood on the white carpet, fully soaking it red. Unaware, Sebastian slowly starts tumbling  down to the floor,  his thoughts still venturing on deserts lost.  A weak painful smile spreads across, before his eyes closes in, hiding away his crimson lens that were lightly  blurred by the hue of sadness.  ‘Goodnight’ a painful effort escapes his lips, before being knocked  out cold on the floor. A fighting breath that wanted to assure, laira will be on his side no matter whose path she decided to choose to be with.

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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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A flash of uncle Zeroch’s face displays , forced out of his own memories, in front of Sebastian. Half his face severly damaged by fire, the poor man always wore a mask to hide his unsightly side. A great deal of his misfortune and the incidence of the castle, he openly blamed on his only nephew without hesiation. ‘Its because of you and your human heritage’ he hissed, often with no motive to hide  his hatred  for him. And although it was just one eye that Sebastian needed to worry about, the other eye being a false one on replacement for the lost eye..the stare he gave was enough to make Sebastian’s heart shiver .  A half, completely destroyed, with  large popping doll’s eye that moved around in all directions even while he slept; the man looked as frightening as the character out of the horror movie. And, the white fibrous edges of his muscles randomly bridging his frontal bone to cheek bones and to the jaw bones with hollow depression inbetween them, added to his repulsive features. Just by grinning, his appearnce ensured, nightmares would follow.

Sebastian slowely unlocks his fingers from the pole at the thought of that terrible Rrmishap happening to him.And if this was going to occur and he was going to die somehow here, he wasn’t planning to  go easy without a fight as well. ‘ A death of honour ‘,was a prestigious decree that he didnot want to be robbed of..  Infact, for creatures like him, who had limitless time to dwell in their hands, nothing mattered more than ‘honour’ and above all honours, an honour of death’ was the most valued. It was a pride they boasted for generations. So, for Sebastian to embrace death, it would have been nowhere, except for a battlefield, fighting for a cause or at the end of his silver jubilee century, embracing the morning Sun.

Called as ‘kiss to death, only The Count’himself, his great great grandfather had survived that long to make it to the history among all the immortals that walked on the realms. With noone to challange his throne and no one standing up victorious on  one-one combat with him, he had lived for ages and ages, a time scale perhaps no historians death or alive could have traced back to.This was his heritage of birth in ‘The Royal Blue’ family. And as a half blood, he was expected to atleast follow the age old  pursuit of honourable death.

Sebastian takes cautious steps to the window inside the coach again, exhaling a long breath. Beads of sweat leaves his forehead and his heart starts pounding back to the annoying noise. Carefully examining around, he lets his cat’s eye glow in the dark, one more time and magnifies his binocular vision.  What?? he exclaims.  Was his brain playing tricks on him? Was he finally going insane? Because, what he was seeing now was entirely different to what he saw then. He was sure there were barbed wires and the sparks of fire hitting the ground but now, it looked as though his fears had been for nothing. He adjusts his binocular vision to get a clearer view. This wasn’t an ordinary train and those weren’t the bare electric lines…Those were neurons ‘the brain nerves’.  Thousands of  them bundled together, firing electric impulses..recalling, reprocessing and rearranging slates of memories in Raven’s brain. The very  fuel,charging his  travel now to the deepest storage section of memory files, perhaps, back to the origin of the reaper himself. Sebastian stands shocked.

No sooner had he discovered it, the train comes to a stop with screeching cry of it’s tires against the metal tracks. Unsure what to do, he stands still while the floor beneath him moves around slowely. Within minutes , the metal platform is replaced  by a thick red antique carpet and the walls of dimly lit coach is substituted by brightly lit white walls.  Infront of him, he sees a dining table neatly set. The beautiful china clayed plates are out, forks and knives are placed on sides. A double layered white forest cake with fully riped cherries on top sticks out in the middle, holding a  card on its base.  Curious, Sebastian picks the colorful card. Inside, tiny dots raised together compactly and haphazardly filled the whole length. It didn’t take long for him to guess who the card was from and why.  The person despite his amateur effort to print the braille neatly had spent hours on drawing the cake so meticulously detailed that any blind could hav excatly described the cake infront him, without having seen it.

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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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Laira had come to a stop infront of familiar figure now. Raven sat infront of her on white half sleeved shirt and navy blue pants with a head  buried inside his arms in the side walk.

‘Don’t cry’  she says with caring soft voice, reaching out to him with an umbrella, protecting him from the heavy rain that was suddenly downpouring.

Sebastian  dashes under the tree to take  a shade. He sits down uncomfortably on the wet ground, stretching his long legs with his sore muscles against the concrete road  before leaning his back  on the tree trunk , only a distance away from them.

He then looks at the boy who still  buried inside his frail arms, oblivious to presence of his company and lovingly throws another glance to the  girl  sitting next to him, corncerned and patient. This was laira, the girl Raven was in love with..

The girl I am in love with..something inside him whispers.

The angry drops of falling rain beats the ground as the two souls silently observe it throwing tantrums . Sebastian watches  the rain dig the puddles in the frail earth beside him while cleaning away the black topped road infront of him.

Its only matter of own’s will to let someone break you. Isn’t it?  what are the possibilities that these rain drops  will break the concrete?’

The hissy fits of  heavy rain continues. It masks away  occasional sobs of Raven’s with its own unpleasant rantings.

Finally the clouds clear away leaving behind an open blue sky. Warm beam of white light penetrates through, casting its spell on just rejuvenated petals of flowers and the leaves.

‘Why are you here?’ Raven asks once his storm had settled, nervously, his head still refusing to leave away protection of his arms.

‘Because, you were crying’  laira replies in a caring but hesitant tone.

‘No I was not!’ Raven retorts instant like a snob he was. Then he hastily turns around, reaching out  to pick up a handful of pebbles from the flower pots across the white wooden fence lining the playground. One by one he tosses them angrily  to the other side of the road. After emptying  more than half, his anger gives away, his face softens  and he starts feeling guilty . ‘Sorry’ he breathes out in  a low murmur.

Taken by his sudden apology, laira sits still staring at his puffed eyes and flushed cheeks with imprints of fingers  running across them extending all the way back to his ears, before replying ‘Its all right’ in a soft voice.

‘You are the last person I would have wanted to see me that way’ Raven adds, avoiding her eye contact realizing that she was tracing the imprints that shamed him..

‘You don’t have to be, not with me atleast’ laira replies. Raven  manages to throw a weak smile at her.

‘Where were you last night and day before that?’ ‘What were you doing?’ ‘Were you spending your time with your bestfriend?’ Raven had asked, when his mother had showed up infront of the gate, supposedly after two nights away.

‘I was in a buissness trip. I called home but the phone line was dead. It was an emergency meeting so I had to leave  Raven. What’s wrong with you? Why are you speaking like this?’ his mother had answered in a worried tone.

‘No the phone line is not dead. You are lying on my face. Why don’t you admit it you were away with that man. You humiliate us! I am ashamed to call you my mother!’ Raven had lashed out, mean words shooting out of his mind without a second thought.

‘Pat’ ‘Pat’ ‘Pat’ She had snapped. All her suppressed anger inflicted upon her son in those momentum of seconds.

Then Raven had stood frozen. His mother too had fled the scene disturbed by her own response.

‘Raven’, ‘Raven’ Laira had to  shake him vigorously clutching his arms tightly till he was back to the conscious. However, as soon as he was back to himself, he had jolted away flashing her a traumatised look with his tears running endlessly down his cheeks.

‘Don’t worry Raven. Your secret is safe with me’ Laira makes a promise, recalling the incidence trying to assure Raven, the whole event was only between them and there was nothing to worry about. Raven barely flinches. He looks sceptic, lost inside his depth of thoughts. She could tell he was embarrassed and wished she was never there on the first place.

if only you knew it dosen’t matter..’.       She pecks on his cheek.

Its catches Raven by surprise who runs his slender fingers on his cheeks to feel the wet skin and throws Sebastian off his thoughts. He blushes and  smiles nervously  before pecking her back softly  in her blushing cheek and replies ‘Thank you’.

Sebastian stands abruptly after pulling off his head out of Raven’s thought. They were getting as erratic as his thoughts were now. He was surprised, he was pleased, there were hundred of thoughts that were flooding into Raven’s brain but so was in his. A part of him was genuinely happy for what  had just happened but a part of him just wanted to run away from where he was standing. He felt unsettled and on the edge.

This was their first kiss and he would never forget it, no matter how much he wanted to.


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A sharp burning smell pricks Sebastian’s nose.

He quickely throws a glance at the fireplace worried, something must have caught fire. However, the fire blazes contained within the metal frame.

It dosen’t take him long to realize, what gave that peculiar odor. A  cloud of myst like before, was gradually enveloping him from below. He kicks off his feet but they wouldn’t move. Soon  they start feeling numb and  his whole body goes limp. The dreadful experience  returns , his vision gets dimmer and he starts swirling with everything around him..

Round..round..round..Sebastian closes his eyes tired and nauseasus.

The motion comes to a halt, like his freefall was suddenly  being caught midway in the air by the invisible ropes tied to his body. It jerks him with a strong force and vanishes abruptly, leaving him obnoxious and drained.

He now stood on a large  room with a bed placed on its centre, book shelves in one corner,a  closet on the other and  a table with  a chair arranged near its window overlooking a large beautiful garden.  Like other rooms on the mansion this too was empty. Only occasional chirps of birds from nearby tree  soothed its desolation.

Tightly closing his lips, Sebastian immediately pushes his fingers on his mouth to stop  from vomiting.

Wouldn’t want to do memory travel anytime soon..i feel sick..

Another sour water brass. His stomach does a painful flip. Making  a quick run for open window,he throws himself  against the wooden table.

‘Much better…’

The gentle hush of cold fresh wind hits his face, his nostrils and  calms his insides.

After a while, waking up from a short nap, Sebastian rubs his eyes. How long had he been asleep he had no idea. The sun was almost down now and was  casting his shadows unusually longer and impressively on the floor. But he felt refreshed, relieved his body was back to health, quicker and  faster to response like he was used to.

He lays back on his torso and reaches out for a hard cover notebook,  from  the stack of books arranged side by side neatly on the corner of table. Holding it over to his face, he  flips on the pages. All sorts of pencil sketched drawings of black Ravens birds stare at him with mean penetrating eyes from it.

‘Raven…’ Sebastian sighs , gently closing the notebook.



‘Your mother dosen’t love you’…

Sebastian  hears a firm voice of a man speak on corridor, behind the half open door, shortly after.He knew  it was Raven’s father. He had heard the man scream of fright and curse more than hundred times. Slowely tiptoeing to the direction  the noise was coming from, he peeks out from the door.

Standing next to his father he sees Raven, almost half his height, intimidated by the man’s presence with his head held low staring  into nothingness of floor. Sadness clearly  surfaced  on his innocent face.

‘She will leave us all alone and marry that man she calls her friend. She will take all of what we have and leave us to suffer.’

‘I tell you, she will be walking out on us anytime soon’

The bombarding of words and accuses  goes on and on..

‘Mother won’t do anything of that to us!’ he hears  Raven finally defend on a strong voice. But, somehow it didn’t feel right to Sebastian because he knew  Raven did not believe what he said when he said that. He was so used to Raven’s nature by now that he recognized  the tone Raven spoke with in  confidence but this statement surely did not sound like Ravens.

‘Tell me where she was yesterday and day before yesterday. Did she tell you where she went?’ Raven’s father  hammers,  flustering with anger now.

‘She is getting divorce from me. She will take both of your custody and force you and your sister  to live with your stepdad. And that won’t be good because I wouldn’t be able to do anything then’ he smirks.

Raven doesnot say a word.

He faces away from his father, diverting his attention to the closed door nearby. Judging by the corncerned look he gave, Sebastian was sure the room belonged to Rose.  He could see Raven was worried if Rose heard their conversation or not. If she did, it wouldn’t have surprised him because Rose had developed extraordinary sense of hearing and smell to compensate for her blindness. She could even hear Raven tear the the pages of his notebook from her room.

After a long while of one sided argument, Raven’s father finally rests his heavy hands on his son’s fragile shoulders and speaks. This time his tone much lower and more affectionate   ‘Son, I am not worried about you. You will get through, you always do but what about Rose?’

Sebastian on hearing that, grimaces with disgusted face.

Clearly the wicked man  was tormenting the child mentally and driving him against his own mother. It was on his nature to spot a wolf under the sheep’s skin. He knew by the look of the man’s face, that he triumphed over the control he owned on his son’s thoughts. If only he could get his hands into his throat and severe his foul speaking tongue..Sebastian grits his teeth.

Raven however stands frozen, speechless even  long after his father leaves, alone on the corridor. He continues to stare on his sister’s closed door, lost again on his thoughts.  Then  and there at the moment, Sebastian sees a flicker of what looked like a malicious beast on his eyes that was now  aroused after a long,long  slumber.

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It catches Sebastian by surprise on hearing Raven’s thought. Not the fact that he could hear whatever Raven was thinking but that his sister who had peculiarly beautiful eyes, was blind. It made him  wonder,  if he could have ever guessed that, had he not listened to his thoughts. This finally made sense, why the hall was empty and so spacious.

‘Rose’ he hears Raven call her, after a long  silence.

‘Have I ever described you what fire looks like?’he asks.

‘Yes. Brother you said, mostly it was warm like yellow but more  passionate like red..but sometimes its fiery red and extremely bright  yellow like anger is,  if I remember correct’ she replies gleefully looking at his direction.

‘oh did I say that?I must have forgotten then’

‘yes. You did.’

Sebastian senses the enthusiasm in her words as she spoke. He did not have to guess, to know, how she depended on her brother’s words, to draw images of an object into her own mind. His words alone were the bricks to a castle she was building in the air.

‘Donot ever hesistate  to ask me, whatever you want to know about. I can describe you..i will try my best. ok?’ says Raven, more corncerned now. His gaze fixed, with scrupulous attention to her eyes.

A soft side of Sebastian’s jeykll and hyde heart melts at that time. He bends forward curiously. Crossing his long fingers together with  elbows resting on his knees, he positions himself face to face with the boy.   Ofcourse  this boy did not have a sharper nosebridge and well defined jawlines. His chubby flushed cheeks and heart shaped face with plump lips made him look anything other than a full fledged  predator Raven was.  But, there was no doubt he was  Raven. As innocient as he looked he was going to be  a reaper, a cold soul who never forgave, never forgot and  perhaps never loved. A wave of sadness surges over Sebastian as he lets the grim thoughts overflow him, how he hated a part of his human heart that felt all these petty emotions.


‘How different is love from hate? Isn’t it a very thin line?’ Sebastian hears himself asking the boy ,who stood frozen infront of him, in the seconds of time, that Raven’s memory had preserved.

‘Resurrecting your father to punish..i understand.. but why laira?’

No answer, his words  drifts away unwanted  in the silence of the hall.



‘Brother’ the little girl’s voice interrupts Sebastian’s flowing thoughts.

‘ You have said that to me more than hundred times. You know I will ask you when I need to..’ her soft voice jingles with reassuring tone.

Raven smiles. His tearful eyes gives away a glimpse of his painful heart. She was his precious. No one in the world mattered. He would forever be there to protect her, to describe her colors, rainbows and butterflies that she would never see on her own.


‘However..’  Rose  pauses, narrowing her eye brows, looking closely on the fire.

‘The next door neighbour…You never describe me anything about her.I am curious’.

She pokes the dying  fire with metal rod, that pierces through one of the holes in the net like metal frame kept infront of it and blows a few times. Once the fire is settled and burning into flame again, she turns her head to Raven and casts him a questioning look.

‘Did words finally fail you brother?’

Raven coughs instinctively.

He coughs again  and  coughs even harder ,desperate to avoid the question. And strangely enough, to avoid the stare his sister was giving him, he takes a step back, stumbles and  falls to the cold floor with a loud thud.

‘Did you fall that hard on love, huh?’Rose teases.

‘I may be blind but I am no fool’ she adds chuckling, pointing her little forefinger on him.

‘Damn it!!’ Raven hits his fist into the palm of his hand, embarrassed and flushed. ‘Just tell me you like pretending blind..’. He laughs

‘I wish I could.’ She pulls her lower lids of both eyes, cupps  her cheeks with little hands making them look  protruding,then  sticks out her tongue and laughs too.

Sebastian listens to their conversation joyfully. Their heartful laughs,  echoes to him like wind charms in the emptiness of the room while  his lonely bystanding soul  soaks in  Euphoria, to have witnessed purity of love  in a form  that   he never experienced.

‘If only i had some one like that….’

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Standing  infront of the large family picture with a golden frame , hanging on  the middle of the wall, Sebastian finds himself  tracing the potraits of familiar faces of  a genuinely happy couple and  their children.

He recognizes the man as Raven’s father. It was no surprise,the man, now had the same face he had  at the time the portrait was made, despite being reborn several times. That was a perk of being reborn. Having same soul meant being the same person in every aspects..unlike reincarnation where ones  soul is free and one is born a complete new individual.

His hair jet black, combed to perfection with neat side parting that high lighted his strong browlines and sharp features, Raven’s father looked like a gentleman of means and appeal.  The man distinctly had some of the his son’s  looks and a smile that was hard not to fall for. Although, now much older than what he looked in potrait, age had been still been kind . For,  even with wrinkles,terrible bags under his eyes and white hair with patches of baldness, the man undeniably  looked good on his 60s .

He made Raven who he is..

‘How can one possibly know what changes a person? Could this man who looks so contended and happy enough to be with his family be so viscious so as to be a murderer himself?’ Sebastian questions.

But again, years of life near these beings called humans had taught Sebastian many things.. With them change was ineveitable. They always pursued what was unattainable, neglected what they owned and wandered in nothingness for pursuit of greed, lust and desires. ‘I want more’ had always been their universal motto for generation and generations since the cave man first appeared, he had read somewhere along the pages in his father’s observation notebook of humans.

‘Scums. No better than animals with useless brains. Can’t tame them..they wont be loyal, can’t love them..they can’t love. So just think and treat them as food ’ was what aunt phili always said to him, worried he might follow the footsteps his father followed.

Raven is not bad..he had argued once.

‘That’s because he is not  a human. He was born a demon’ she had snapped back .

He lets out a long sigh, steering away his eyes from the portrait of smiling man  to  the boy and to his little sister sitting near the fire place.

If only they knew what was coming in future..

Sebastian then  paces back slowely  and  glides to sit on a sofa nearest to Raven, he watches as  Raven’s memories slowely starts unfolding  themselves to him.

‘Brother, is not mom coming back home?’ Raven’s  sister asks, looking at the flames burning on the fire place.

‘No’ he replies. ‘She called in to say she has a important meeting with a client’

Raven stares at his sister’s preety angelic face and into her eyes. He could tell, she was sad and lost in deep thoughts  now, after hearing that, judging by  the patterns of light reflection  inside her large pupils, even though he could only see little from a distance where he was standing. It was integrated to Raven like a instinctive behaviour, to look into his sister’s eyes and  assess her thoughts  before he could say anything. Strange enough this  behavior he developed had helped him to cater to Rose needs even when she was a little baby and couldn’t communicate, while their own mother felt frustrated of trying hard to understand.

They were colored  light blue or perhaps light green, her eyes, no one could tell. But they were mysteriously beautiful and made Rose stick out in the crowd. ‘Feels like looking into stars when I see you smile’ Raven would often tell her,which were indeed true, for they sparkled like thousand fireflies kept together, bottled ,in the small world she saw.

‘If only Rose could see what fire looks like. If only she was not blind’

 Raven monologues sadly, watching her stare, vacantly at the fire with eyes that were blinking only a few times, seeing nothing but black all around her.     

Entwined 18 :)



(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.