Chapter 3: Lucifer
As I run through the darkness of the forest I don't feel fear or panic, I feel happy and ecstatic for once. It's almost as if I feel like I am where I belong and I'm running like I'm free. No more monsters to hunt down, no more threats of death. Suddenly, I feel like I'm not alone, I know someone's here with me but I can't see them.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I yell into the darkness as I turn circles.
"It's okay. No worries, babe." I hear from all around me, as if the voice is echoing. Her voice, I know her voice and I smile.
I bolt straight up in bed, sweat dripping from my face. My double edged dagger gripped tight in my hand. With my heart racing, like I just ran a thousand miles, I scan the room making sure no one is there.
"What the fucking hell was that, Jaz? Jesus christ." I whisper to myself as I put my dagger back under my pillow.
Wiping my face with my hands, I realize I'm drenched and get up. I try not to look into the mirror in my bathroom every time I pass it. Usually it's pretty easy to avoid but this time I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"Holy fuck... I didn't think this was ever possible." I stated as I gripped the edge of the sink, afraid I'd pass out if I let go.
As I stared at myself, I watched my aura change colors and practically dance around me. I've seen my own aura several times, any time I catch my reflection I see it. Never have I seen it do this. A person's aura changes of course, especially when their emotions are influencing it. My aura has been the same color since I was in the mental ward 12 years ago. As I stared harder I tried to focus on what hadn't changed. My pale green eyes were the same as always, my brunette hair with it's natural red highlights was still the same, although I do need to cut it again. I try to keep it short around the sides and back, keeping the top a bit longer. I still had the same hardened, emotionless face as I did the day I came to the conclusion that my parents would never understand and would never accept me, just as no one else would. So, if nothing has changed, why has my aura?
"What the hell is going on with me?" I whisper to my reflection as if it knows better than I do.
Just as I was about to walk away I remembered why I was in the bathroom to begin with. Then I remembered her voice and the smile on my face when I heard it in my dream. As the dream replayed in my head, my aura changed again and I panicked. Stumbling and frantic, I ran to my bed and grabbed my dagger again. Over the years it has become like a security blanket to me.
"What the hell is happening? Why now? Why is her voice causing this?" I whisper to myself, trying to make sense of it all.
I toss and turn for the rest of the morning. When I finally give up on sleep and go to my kitchen for food, realizing I hadn't eaten before bed. As I cross the living area I scratch Lucifer between the ears and smile. He's a lazy cat but I really couldn't live without him.
"How'd you sleep, lazy butt? You know, you can sleep on the bed with me, you just might keep the nightmares away." I tell him but he just yawns and meows at me.
"Alright, I know, no talking about nightmares and monsters before breakfast." I shake my head as I open the cupboard that has all his canned food and treats in it.
He stretches then trots over to me, he begins weaving between my legs as I scoop his food onto a plate.
"Here you go, crabby pants." I tell him as I put the dish on the floor and pet him as he eats.
I open the refrigerator to see what I have to eat. As usual, there isn't much here. I rarely eat when I'm home, some days I'm barely home long enough to feed Lucifer. Seems like it's been happening more and more lately. I pull out the last three eggs and the last of the bacon. Guess I'll be making an omelet, I really need to go shopping. As I whip the eggs I turn the stove on, setting a pan on it. Once the pan is hot enough I start the bacon, I don't fully cook it. I then cut up the bacon, drop my eggs in the pan, add the bacon back in. I turned down the heat, as I cook my mind wanders. I realize my mind is stuck on that voice, her voice. I wish I knew what she looked like, what her aura was like. Was she a monster? Was she just someone I bumped into and my mind is just playing tricks on me? Was I losing my mind?
I finish cooking, put my omelet on a plate and head for the couch. As I sit I turn my laptop on, I gotta try to figure this out. I don't even know what I'm looking for but as I started looking into auras and the changing of their colors in relation to interaction between people, I was surprised by the results. Once I finished my omelet Lucifer jumps up and curls up in my lap. Without any thought I pet him as I scroll through an article I found about a Covent that speaks of aura color changes being a sign of something great but could also be something bad. Apparently, they say the change depends on the person more than anything. For example, if the person is of the light then the change could be one of great importance.
"Great, you hear that Lucifer? Now I might be in for a change of great importance." I shake my head, I don't know why I bother talking to him when he doesn't really care as long as he gets food.
I watch Lucifer as I scratch his head and he purrs. I've had him for about the last 3 or 4 years. I found him one night when I was hunting, he was just a kitten and I never did find if he had siblings. He was just a little ball of black fuzz. He actually spent the rest of the night tucked into the pocket of my coat, eating scraps of a hamburger I bought for him. He's a beautiful cat, with his dark forest green eyes, medium hair that looks like he decided he'd roll in coal then only wipe off his nose and a triangle patch up to his ears. The odd thing about him is that the triangle from his nose to his ears isnt white, it's orange. I named him Lucifer because many believe the name to be one of the devil who wanders the night looking for victims, I thought with the circumstances in which I found him, it was a perfect fit.
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