The Villainess Wants To Go Home

Chapter 63 - Red string of fate

I listened to the soft rhythm of Demarcus breathing. He slept soundly with me curled beside his neck

and gently stroking the top of his head as I watched the sun set, painting the horizon with varieties of

warm colours.

I replayed the scene from this morning repeatedly in my mind. Those dark hollow eyes of the Tree

Morte that reeked with death still sends me goosebumps just by thinking about it. The horrid sounds

that it made when it left is going to haunt me for a while.

'They paralyse their prey with their modifying screams before they snatch them, snapping them in half

and sucking their life force from their bodies' her words are stilling echoing in my ears.

As an assassin I have seen and done things that never sent chills down my spine just by thinking about

it. I would excel without hesitation or fear in missions never fearing for my life as I knew I wouldn't die in

a cheap way.

I was never afraid of anything in my entire life but after what happened in that white room and this

morning, I don't think I could be more afraid then I was before. I don't want to know or see what other

types of horrid creatures live inside these woods, lurking within the shadows ready to snatch any

sudden intruder in their territory.

I want to leave this forest before I become some creatures next meal.

A soft grumbling purr came from Demarcus, and he had opened his beautiful emerald eyes that gazed

up at me.

"You fear something." His voice was deep and calming, it made me relax a little, but the thought still

hadn't erased itself yet. "What is there to fear?" I said.

"Your racing heart speaks it all when you cannot conjure to speak it"

I clutched the material near my heart and frowned. "I don't want to die again" I could my feel throat burn

and the tears welling up in the corner of my eyes.

I clenched my hands tightly feeling my nails dig through my skin and the pain soaring through my core.

I had a lump in my throat, and I was blinking away the tears. "I'm terrified of going through it again. The

torment of agony, pain and regret all over again." My voice began to tremble, and a tear escaped its

cage, prickling down my cheek.

"I don't want to be drag down by the hands of my victims down to hell or hear their screams of curses

towards me" I could feel myself fall deeper and deeper in the depth of misery.

I placed my forehead on Demarcus and let all the emotions that was bolted deep within my heart and

letting all come down as tears instead of words that I could not express.

For the first time in years, I felt so weak and terrified of dying, my years of training was to execute that

fear and to face it head first but after everything that happened it's like all that training slipped through

my fingers like butter and vanished right before my eyes.

Letting myself look vulnerable and pathetic in front of a mythical creature from legends made feel

embarrassed but I didn't care about that right now. I just need someone to talk to.

I heard a grumble of sadness from Demarcus when he rose his head up and stared deeply into my

puffed eyes. "Do not cry oh dear one, because it pains my dragon heart to see someone as smart and

kind like you cry before me." he said softly, placing his head to my body letting me hug him.

"Do not fear such death as this second chance of life is given to redeem your actions" he cooed, gently

nuzzling himself to comfort my aching heart. "You truly are a special kind"

Hearing him say that made me cry, I let everything out and cried until I felt like my heart become numb,

until I had no more tears to shed, and my eyes felt exhausted.

"Thank you"

*Click*

A woman was startled by a sudden click of a camera from behind her. She turned around to see the

person who had taken a picture of her without her consent when she choked on her own thought.

A foreign man who looked no older than 19 with gorgeous brown eyes she had ever seen stared back

at her with discomfiture. He suddenly flushed red from embarrassment losing his grip on the camera,

throwing hand to hand before getting a hold of it properly.

Once he got a hold of his camera properly, he sighed in relief that he didn't drop what seemed to be an

expensive camera. He rubbed the back of his head, avoiding eye contact due to uneasiness of taking a

picture of her.

The foreigner had soft looking hair styled in a spiky undercut, soft looking porcelain skin that glimmered

under the sun. He was a tall looking young man who wore black jeans, a white top with a Japanese

dragon on it that revealed the well-built body he had but was covered by a black bomber jacket.

His cheeks had turned pink, and he was making these uhh sounds trying to figure what to say to her.

Tsukiyo wondered if this foreigner understood Japanese or not. "Uh, uhh ar-i-ga-to go-za-mashi-ta" he

had tried to pronounce the Japanese word. She tilted her head wondering why he was saying thank

you to her when he suddenly shook his free hand nervously.

"Uh uh Go-men" he apologised with his best pronunciations he could do before he covered his face

from complete embarrassment.

Lucas felt so ashamed and so stupid right now, wishing he had taken the Japanese classes properly

before this trip. He was strolling around the beautiful streets of Tokyo with his classmates from college

when he spotted a girl standing under a beautifully bloomed blossom tree not far from where his friends

were admiring the blooming blossom trees. Her long jet-black hair that complicated her milky white skin

was following the breeze gently.

But what captivated Lucas was her gorgeous red eyes that resembled rubies as she smiled softly to Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

herself. Her dark blue skirt flowed gently behind her as the petals fell down like slow rain. She

resembled an angel from heaven that had flown down to earth to admire the beauty of this tree.

Lucas remembered his photography professor telling him on the first lesson if he sees anything

beautiful that he should capture it.

Without thinking it through he had placed the viewfinder in eye level and snapped the perfect picture of

the girl before he was caught red handed.

He had tried to apologise to her about his sudden rudeness but thanks to his sudden nervousness and

his racing heart he had accidentally blurted out a thank you instead.

It was such an embarrassment moment and he wish that the earth would open up and swallow him up.

Lucas waited for the girl to start ranting in a language he could not understand and alert the people

around to call the police or the authorities when he heard soft giggles.

He lowered his hand to take a peek when he felt his heart jump out of his chest. The girl who looked

like a high schooler due to her uniform was giggling behind her gentle looking hands.

Lucas flushed even more feeling that she was laughing at his horrible pronunciations and mix up of her

mother language.

"Īdesu ka" she said putting her palm out. He didn't understand what she said but she must mean that

she wanted to see the picture he had taken of her.

He quickly brought the picture on the screen and stepping beside her and showing her the picture.

Tsukiyo leaned over and saw the picture he had taken of her. He had taken a picture of her moving a

lock of hair behind her ear as the blossom petals were falling down. Her red eyes stared into the

distance as if she was admiring the scene in front of her. All in all, he was an amazing photographer.

She smiled to him and put up a thumbs up indicating that it was amazing. Tsukiyo wasn't good with

English, but she used body language to speak to him.

"Ari-ga-to" he said with a blush quickly bowing. She smiled still trying not to laugh at how adorable he

was being.

Sadly, she had to go back to school before her mother found out that she had skipped school again to

come here. With a wave and another smile, she walked off leaving the blushing foreign man behind

who stood there waving back with a daze.

On her way home Tsukiyo wondered if she will ever meet him again in this lifetime and if she did, she

wanted to know his name.

Lucas couldn't believe what he just did. Was it ok here in Japan for random foreign guy to take pictures

of high schoolers? Which definitely wasn't normal back home in America because he would have been

seen as a paedophilia and he was only 20.

He wondered if he will ever meet her again, maybe get her name if he could and apologise of his

rudeness.

"Hey, Lucas what are you doing?" he heard one of his friends say, placing a hand over his shoulder.

Brayden looked to where Lucas' eyes was staring at and followed his gaze when he saw a girl walking

away.

"I think I'm in love" Lucas mumbled. "Huh?"

An invisible thread connects those who destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances.

The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.

^^ - Ancient Chinese Proverb

(The last quote I stole because I couldn't be bothered to make one teehee)