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Chapter 57

Mark of Celeste

“Piya, you look like you’ve finally breached the upper limit of cheeriness today.”

First day of the new semester, meant a fresh start. Piya and her friends met in the canteen as they usually did. She was on cloud nine, having claimed a spot in the university orchestra. Section assignments would come later, but she was excited.

“She’s in the orchestra now. Who wouldn’t be happy? Those auditions looked brutal.”

“I know that. But that was expected. She’s just that good.”

Piya hid her blush and twirled a pen between her fingers. She couldn’t wait to tell Abhay, having missed the chance as her mind was preoccupied with other matters, and he became busy with office work. She didn’t mind walking to campus today. It was a beautiful day out.

“I can feel the positivity. Just what I needed for another day at this gloomy place.”

Misha tossed a chip in her mouth and crumpled the empty bag, tossing it backwards to intentionally hit T in the head. The latter fumed, brushing off chips crumbs from her hair, and angrily walked over to their table.

“Oops....” Misha said, leaning the chair back and stretching her arms.

“What the hell is your problem?” She yelled. Her mood was much worse than usual.

“How strange. I must’ve mistaken you for the trash can.”

She glared at Misha. No one could hold in their laughs, and as such the canteen slowly filled with them.

“I won’t forget this. Watch it, Dobriyal.”

Misha shook her head and scrawled a note on a bright sticky note, then slapped it onto her forehead.

“I don’t trust your memory. Hope that helps.”

There were hushed snickers at T’s expense, and she stormed off with her posse after some more bickering. Kabir and Piya covered their ears until it settled.

“Seriously, why is she like that?”

“Narcissism at its finest. She thinks highly of herself and only herself.”

Piya knew she’d definitely have to watch out for her if the news of her and Abhay being a couple broke out. Yet another nuisance, but not as bad as the others.

“Misha, let’s go. We’re going to be late.” Ruhi chided under her breath, staring at the clock. Misha sighed.

“It’s so far away.”

Ruhi said goodbye for the both of them and dragged Misha with, leaving Piya and Kabir. The latter looked lost, twirling his glass of iced tea and staring into space.

“Kabir?” She touched his hand. “Everything okay?”

The hospital may have discharged him, but he still seemed out of it. The yelling was headache-inducing on its own.

“Yeah....just tired. I should’ve taken the day off. I don’t think I’ve fully recovered yet.”

“Go home if you need to. Don’t strain yourself.”

It was a relief that nothing serious was inflicted upon him when she was kidnapped. She urged him to have a car sent back from his house, and offered to explain to their professors the reason of his absence. After much protest, he agreed.

“Get lots of sleep. And take it easy. I’ll handle things here.”

“Thanks, Piya. I don’t know what I’d without you.”

She waved him goodbye, and checked her watch. For a brief moment, an unpleasant chill traveled down her spine. She looked up, directly into the trees on the opposite side of the road. Something rustled in the bushes.

Is someone there?

She didn’t dare investigate, and backtracked inside the campus lands. Two minutes to calm down, and two more to wander near large groups of people.

I’ll just walk around here until class.

There was more she had to keep track of, her life no longer simple. She spotted a familiar face down the East hall. It was Danish, who turned and smiled. They usually talked on the occasion that neither of them had class.

He seemed calm, which only told Piya that there was nothing to worry about.

I must’ve been imagining things again.

She waved back, and went up to him.

“Look at you. You really do have your memory back.”

She nodded. Danish smiled.

“What a relief. Abhay was livid when they wiped it.”

Piya looked around calmly.

“Will it be risky to talk to you like this?”

“Nope. I’m the only other....” He looked around, and leaned closer to her ear. “Non-human student here.” Then winked.

Piya giggled.

“Besides, they have no reason to watch you. Just him. But that’s because these kinds of rituals don’t ever get reversed, if I’m making any sense.” He stacked his papers together. “Going to class?”

She shook her head.

“I still have a little time before my last one. Just taking a walk around campus before it.”

“May I join you? I’m done for the day, and have some time to kill before I have to be at the office.”

“Sure.”

Out in the main quad, the sun warmed the stone of the planters and the wood of the benches. They walked in circles, engaged in conversation. This time, nothing was a secret.

“How long have you been around for?”

“At last I don’t have to lie to a human. Relatively short. I’m only 105. I met the Raichands about 20 years back, when Abhay became clan leader.”

They sat down at one of the tables. Piya listened with intrigue.

“Wow, I was only 2 years old then.”

“Flies fast, doesn’t it? Time and all....”

She nodded, and peered up towards the sky. They talked on the down low, as their conversation was not a normal one. She knew that Danish loved to learn, but not how much he spent in its pursuit.

“How many degrees do you have?!”

“I think 7. 2 bachelors, 3 masters, and 2 PhDs.”

“This is your fourth master then?”

“Yes ma’am. I don’t think I’ll ever stop learning. I’m the one you guys call a teacher’s pet.”

“I’m impressed.”

“It’s be more impressive if it was done in a human lifespan and limitations. I’ve had too much time on my hands, but putting it towards school helps with the boredom.”

He looked towards her violin.

“I imagine you could pick up several instruments in that time and play them all with mastery.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to start. There’s too many options.”

Danish kept his phone face down on the table, which began to buzz minutes later in their conversation. He answered, and frowned.

“Just when our conversation was getting more interesting....,” he mumbled. “Sorry Piya. Your boyfriend needs me at work this instant.”

“Boy...friend....?”

Her brain stopped working. They had confessed a handful of days ago, but the title was first uttered here. She wasn’t expecting it.

“First time hearing that? It’s the truth now.”

She nodded quickly. He burst into roaring laughter, gripping the table.

“You two really are perfect for each other.” He gathered his things and waved back to her. “Try not to pass out.”

She slowly waved back. She concealed her blush with her willpower and hurried off to class, only worried that everyone in the room could hear her thumping heart.

Get used to it silly. You’re in a proper relationship now.

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Weeknights or weekends didn’t matter to Dehradun’s night scene. The vampires there benefited from the packed crowds, gathered around bars and clubs. Outside behind Club Nightshade, a wandering Vitael was battered down, bloodied at the forehead. A young teen, waved around her trusty steel bat and bent its deformities back into place. She licked her fingers of blood, and waved them at the person she was meeting there.

“You really did a number on him.”

Abhay appeared into view, and kicked the unresponsive body with the side of his heel. He thought they all fled.

“Don’t go off my height. I know how to take down a creep when I see one.”

He kneeled and flipped their victim over. Heart was faintly beating, eyes rolled back into the skull, blood almost drained completely. It smelled of alcohol.

“This one tasted funny. Ruined my appetite.”

“I take it that you’ve never tasted alcohol before.”

“So that’s what that bitter taste was....”

Vishra was one of the youngest in physical age of their clan, turned at a mere 16. Actual age, she was only around 30. She hung around the Raichand-owned clubs frequently, as they were vampire-friendly and a great source of blood.

Abhay extended his palm and used his shadows to restrain the Vitael, wrapping them around his torso and arms like a cocoon. Luckily for them, there was no fuss.

“What were you going to do with him?”

“Not sure yet. I’ll take him with me for now.”

“Phew.” She dusted her hands. “Glad I don’t have to deal with it.”

He was quiet, and she saw it as an opportunity to test the waters. An angry leader was a scary leader. But apparently even he defied authority sometimes, like a rebel.

“By the way, how’s your girlfriend?”

Abhay looked up and glared at her. She stuck her palms out.

“Relax. I’m not here to make jokes like the others.”

He didn’t answer the question.

“A lot of us don’t really care, to be honest. Only the stuck-up ones and the higher-ups do. Personally I think you both would make an interesting couple. Just got to get her memory back somehow.”

He suppressed a reaction. No one else was supposed to know.

“Somehow.”

She stowed her weapon near the back door and leaned back against the wall.

“Man, I feel bad for you. Adults suck. I thought us teenagers lack maturity, but adults are no better.”

“Wait till you’re as old as I am. It only gets more disappointing.”

“There’s no going past rock bottom.”

He dragged the body by the hood of the cloak.

“Thanks for this catch. Get home safely.”

She rolled her eyes and kicked a broken beer bottle.

“You’re not my parent.”

The remark managed to break a low chuckle out of him.

“Fair enough.”

Abhay departed, unsure as to why this one was still wandering in their territory. He lacked coherence, mumbling in drunken pain. He locked him in the empty cell in their basement, passed out and weak. He planned to take him to the assembly, where the council could question directly.

He watched the spot for a few minutes, contemplating a return to his room. But a violin sounded, calling him elsewhere. He smiled and gravitated towards it.

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Piya’s sense of time was distorted, thrown atop its head. Never before was her life as eventful as it was in the past few days, and that made her feel like her violin had been neglected. She spent the whole evening after returning home shut in her living room, practicing until nightfall.

One more time with the flowers.

He arrived as the music called. Gentle footsteps and an encircling darkness flooded the forest around their hill behind him. Piya played *La Campanella*, delighted to see the flowers spread so far, reaching his feet. Abhay gifted her an endearing smile, blending in with his own shadows in all black. Piya had her eyes closed, but knowing he was there, returned the smile.

He sat nearby, and clapped on completion.

“Very nice, Ms. New Orchestra Member.” He said. She stowed the violin and sat in front of him, hands on her thighs.

“Who told you?”

“You did.” He knocked her head with his knuckle. She touched it with her palm. “Your thoughts are really loud when you’re excited or nervous, I noticed. Harder for me to ignore them.”

“I’ve been waiting all day to tell you, but you were busy so.....”

“Congrats.” He said, and pinched her puffed cheek.

“Thank you.”

She gazed around them. It was very dark between the trees, but light where they were, courtesy of the bright moon. She and Abhay lay on the ground, staring up at the stars. Her fingers reached up and splayed across the sparkling canvas, the other holding Abhay’s hand tight.

He paid the vast night sky no attention, admiring only Piya. She was the twinkle of light he wished to admire. She felt his gaze and looked at him, then smiled wide, pointing at the stars.

“Now I can tell you what I wished for.”

His brows lifted in curiosity.

“I was beginning to think I’d never get to hear it.” He rolled on his side, folding their entwined hands over her stomach. “What was it?”

“Happiness. For the both of us.”

Happiness. Many people wished for it. She was no different.

“You’d only reveal it if it came true. You really feel that way? Even with what’s going on?”

“I do. I told you that you’re one of my reasons to smile. If I didn’t remember you Abhay, and if you didn’t try to see me again, I think my smile wouldn’t be as bright, and yours would disappear.”

The one thing she loved most in his past was that smile. To see it disappear was unfathomable.

“Are you happy, Abhay?”

“I am.”

Piya relaxed and sat up, stretching her back and leaning against a tree for support. Abhay put his head in her lap and let her lovingly brush her fingers through his locks. The recorder peeked out from his pocket. She grabbed it and giggled.

“You still carry this around?”

“It’s nice to listen to on long walks. Go on, play it.”

She pressed the play button and laid it atop the violin case. It was a pleasant background noise.

“What would you do if you lost it?”

“It’s not like the sheet music is missing. We can play it together one day.”

“I really want to.”

“After I come back from the assembly, then we can.”

This assembly business didn’t make sense to her. She stared at the cut that ran down his wrist to mid-forearm, its tip peeking out from under his sleeve. It was now glowing a freakish green, but didn’t seem to bother him.

“What is this assembly?”

“The main council gathers all the leaders from all clans, covens, etcetera, for a special meeting. Often to discuss and prepare for an emergency.”

“Sounds really important, Mr. Leader.”

“Usually lengthy too. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.”

“That’s okay. It’s not like I’ll miss you or anything.”

“Practice lying in the meantime.” He teased, bearing a slap to the shoulder.

It was the end of a long day. The crickets began to sing their song, joining the symphony of natural sounds. Abhay sat up. Piya looked tired, as evident in her droopy eyes. She shook her head to wake up and looked at him, the latter knowing she needed sleep.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“But we just got here.”

He only answered with silence. She reluctantly nodded, though unhappy, and let him walk her home, hand in hand.

I wanted to talk to you more. I wish I didn’t need sleep.

She rubbed her eyes and tugged on his top at the door, looking at his shoes. They were turned away from the villa, moments away from leaving, until she pulled him back.

“....will you stay the night? I don’t want to part ways yet.”

Her voice came out as a pale whisper and her face turned pink as she put forward the proposition. It could have implied something else entirely. He didn’t mind, though the entire night wasn’t possible. There were other matters that he had to attend to. Mainly his new captive.

I’ll leave once she’s asleep.

“Alright.”

He helped her put the violin away and carried her to her bedroom. While she changed, he sat at the edge of her bed, looking through the photos she had on the nightstand. A lot of them were just her and her mother, and others of awards ceremonies at recitals with her uncle. In all of them, she flashed a toothy, confident grin.

I hope your wish remains true.

She emerged in tiptoes, wearing her nightgown, face red as a strawberry. Abhay stood up, neatly placing the photos in the drawer.

“Don’t be shy.”

His tone made her shiver, and amplified her embarrassment.

“I will be if you say it like that.” She mumbled. He laughed and picked her up.

“We’ll take that slow, and when you’re not sleepy. I promise I’ll behave tonight.”

She nodded. He tucked her in and pulled the covers over her. Then, placing his coat on the desk chair, he joined her. They curled up under the sheets together, eyes closed, scents melding. Piya shifted to lie on his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt tight in her fist. She had something important to tell him, before she fell asleep.

“Did Horatia tell you anything strange about me?”

Her voice came out hushed, but with his hearing, he had no problem understanding it.

“Define strange.”

“Like....my soul having some atypical characteristics?”

“She mentioned special, but I have no idea what that means. Did she reveal it to you?”

“Mmhm....she said something like it being blessed by the moon. That its affinity was bound to the essence of your world, and that its energy is immense.”

“The moon and night are associated with us very strongly. I have heard of this phenomena before. Some call it the Mark of Celeste. Very powerful.”

Another new term. She rolled her eyes.

“I need a dictionary at this point.” She muttered. Abhay laughed and held her close. “So many new things....”

“Why do you ask?”

She paused. Ayushmaan met her already.

Did he know about it?

“Do these...Vitael see souls?”

“Yes, with enough concentration. All wiccan can actually. And the First Family.” He felt her concern, along with the change in focus. “Why?”

“Then he should know.”

“Who?”

“Ayushmaan.”

He sat up in shock. Piya went up with him. It didn’t take even a full second to see the change in his expression. He looked angered, upset, and alarmed.

“When?” He asked, cupping her cheeks, eyes darting back and forth.

“I saw an illusion of you one night a few weeks back, and I followed it. I felt like I just had to, like a pull. I didn’t know who Ayushmaan was at the time, but he met me there. Your illusion brought me in his path. He probably knows. And I think that could be why Jeh kidnapped me. They were there too.”

Piya shuddered, thinking that his hands got colder. His eyes changed color.

“I’ll rip his limbs off his body before he even gets the chance to....,” he hissed. She flinched at the sound.

Abhay felt her unease and subsequent adrenaline rush, then calmed himself. It wasn’t her fault; she didn’t know back then. The pieces began to fit, according to Past’s words. If Piya didn’t have her memory, she definitely would’ve been more vulnerable. Because he would’ve distanced himself as a result, and even if he wanted to keep an eye on her from afar, her past traumas from Jeh and the stalking wouldn’t end well for his good intentions.

“I told Mandu about it, but I didn’t remember much detail, so it didn’t come out clearly.”

He voice calmed, and spoke gentler. He held her hands.

“We caught your scent in the area, but I saw you were home. It was confusing, but this explains why.”

“I was teleported back I think. I heard screams there, and there were wolves too.”

“They killed two of our clan. But stopped you from seeing it. When we truly die, our bodies immediately turn to dust. Not something a human would naturally see or should see at all.”

Piya pressed herself into him.

“They fled the territory for now. But if he knows, he’ll meet you again. Souls with the Mark of Celeste are too valuable to pass up. That’s how they get their power, souls, or life forces, of the living.”

“I should have told you this sooner.”

“It’s alright. At least you are with me. I won’t let him lay a single finger on you.”

She nodded and hugged him tight. This world could be out to get her, no doubt, but she was fortunate to have him as her protector. Her guardian angel.

He felt bad, having jolted her from her oncoming slumber.

“Just relax.....”

He stroked her back and calmed her rapidly beating heart, laying her down underneath him to rest. Wanting her to forget any troubles, and just focus on themselves. Time was sparse at the moment; he’d have to go soon. He shifted down, and stared into her eyes, brushing her hair aside. A deepening kiss to distract, and soothe into sleep, enticed them next. But he chose a bad time. Her blood called out to a vampire slipping slowly into thirst. This close, so close to the red nectar. The fangs were breaking through, accidentally nipping her bottom lip. He tasted it by swiping his tongue, groaning in pleasure.

I missed this taste.

Piya didn’t feel the pain of the cuts, nor did they bother her. She struggled to break their kiss because of the pleasant tingles she felt. This was a feeling she didn’t know she wanted.

Don’t stop...., she whimpered in her thoughts.

Her blood stained his lips slightly. He propped himself up on his elbows, and licked them clean. It was clear to him that his bites caused her immense, and numbing pleasure.

“Sorry.”

“It didn’t hurt.”

His breathing became raspy, and control was wasn’t becoming easier. With her, it was like starting from square one, as a vampire who just newly awoke. He looked her up and down, now wanting her in more ways than one. Wrangling the beast took some extra effort this time.

No, not now.

“Do you want more?”

“Don’t tempt me, Piya.” He replied, sternly, eyes darkening.

She touched his cheek and stared into his eyes. The tips of his fangs were visible as he breathed heavily though his mouth. He caved and brushed his nose down her cheek. The richest scent of hers. He tugged at the bedsheets with his fists.

“Won’t holding back be more dangerous?”

Her words of encouragement were dangerous. Restraining the beast took all his energy, which only made him thirstier. She smelled so tasty. His lips wandered her neck and dotted it with kisses. She writhed underneath him.

“Don’t......”

He backed away fast. She remembered reading that he needed more blood than the others. His eyes faded back, and his fangs hid themselves.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He whispered. He ran his thumb over her lip and healed it, content with the blood that remained. They touched foreheads. Abhay nervously swallowed. The burn subsided gradually. “I’m okay.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah....”

She nodded slowly, eyes closed, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Another yawn, a large one. Abhay found it cute, and laughed quietly to himself.

“You should get some sleep now.”

“I will if you come see me in my dreams. I was getting used to them.”

“What dreams?”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know.” She said. “I read that your emotions can manifest as dreams too.”

“It’s always the books....” he muttered, and curled up next to her. “I saw them too, but it only happened when I was in deep sleep. Which doesn’t happen often.”

“Bummer.....”

He peered down, and found she was already fast asleep. He stayed an hour more, keeping her company, unable to tear himself away so fast. At least the burn didn’t return in that hour. Another hunt, or consuming another blood bag was on his todo list. Once it was time to go, he transformed completely into his shadow form and phased through the walls.

There was work to be done.

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Originally posted by: chavi12345

Nice part.

thank you! 😃

Very interesting story. I like how you are coming up with new kind of “races” and their powers like vitael and horatia. Intriguing. Awaiting your next chapter eagerly. 😊

Originally posted by: Arnik1120

Very interesting story. I like how you are coming up with new kind of “races” and their powers like vitael and horatia. Intriguing. Awaiting your next chapter eagerly. 😊

Thank you! I’ve been trying to spice up the story with such elements. Hopefully I’m able to keep them interesting! 😆

Chapter 58

Voices

Abhayendra.

It repeated since dawn, every hour. For once, the sound of his name being taken didn’t sound so pleasant.

He thought others could hear her voice. Different words perhaps, but said in that same articulation. A pen snapped, spilling ink over his hand and chair. The fragments burrowed into the skin of his palm, but it was hard to tell he was bleeding.

Siddharth looked up from his file.

“What happened?”

Abhay brushed it off and shook his head, tossing the broken pen into the trash.

Just me.

It sounded just like Maithili. Only upset, with a tinge of vengefulness. Just like how he expected her to be if she ever came back in actuality. The voice he heard in the palace was different in tone, but still belonged to someone he didn’t want in his life anymore.

And someone who could certainly hurt Piya given the chance.

I know you want to come back, Maithili. But in how much time?

He pulled out a handkerchief and held it in his palm, soaking the ink and little blood. A firm knock at the door broke his chain of thought.

“Good morning.”

Mornings were never good with a Dobriyal around. Abhay couldn’t wait for this project to be over. Sameer entered the room, his father out of sight. Abhay gave him the side eye and Siddharth pretended to be happy to see him.

“Good morning, Sameer.” He greeted, looking past the door. “Mr. Dobriyal didn’t come with you?”

“Papa was feeling under the weather this morning, so he will be sitting this meeting out. I hope you understand.”

“I see. Then I hope he gets better soon.”

Sameer took a seat before them, casting a cursory glance at Abhay, who had been ignoring everything said. He held in his distaste.

“Postponing your return to Mumbai?” Siddharth continued.

“Me? Actually, I’m thinking of staying back for a little longer, to be with my family. Indefinitely, I should say.”

“Sounds wonderful. I’m sure they’ll love that.”

Abhay rubbed his forehead. Last he kept his focus this divided, he couldn’t handle it. Keeping his shadowy binds everlasting around the Vitael in their basement sapped his energy fast. The voices, Piya’s well-being, and thirst, it all piled up. As a result, Sameer was starting to look like tasty.

The beast was getting shifty, diverting his attention from business matters completely. He stared blankly at the laptop screen.

“Are you okay, Abhay?”

“I’m fine.”

The meeting went on as planned, but Abhay couldn’t concentrate. Every human in the vicinity, walking in and out, was likely to become a quick snack. He buried his face in his palm, pretending to nurse an oncoming migraine.

Stress and exhaustion was never good for a vampire; it always led to bloodlust.

Take a breather outside, little brother, Siddharth thought to him.

“Excuse me.”

Abhay stood up, and walked out, straight to his cabin and keeping himself there. This level of thirst was annoying. First his proximity to Piya, now the overuse of his powers.

If you need to go home, don’t hesitate, Siddharth continued.

No. I’m okay.

His fangs ground into his bottom teeth. After another knock, the door clicked, inviting a new human scent into the room. It was one of their managers, carrying files Abhay had requested prior to this scenario. A mistake, in hindsight.

“Abhay sir, here are the—-“

“Don’t move.”

He stared into the eyes of this manager and closed the door, inducing a drowsy state by compulsion. Then he fed. Not much, but enough to calm down. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as messy as he thought. Only a little stained his lips. He sat the unfortunate fellow down in a chair, waking him up after he had cleaned up.

Siddharth walked in.

“Oh.....well, this is awkward.”

Abhay shook his head, retracting his fangs.

“He’s fine.”

“Want me to wipe his memory? You seem tired.”

“It’s already done. But thanks.”

Abhay pulled out his handkerchief and ran it past his lower lip. The cobalt faded slowly. The manager began to awake a few minutes later. He sat up and looked around.

“What happened?”

“You came to see me about something, but you became lightheaded all of a sudden. Are you alright?”

He was handed a glass of water.

“Yes...it might just be....I might just be tired.”

“Feel free to take a half day if you need it.”

He nodded, left the files on Abhay’s desk, and hurried out of there, unsure as to what exactly happened. Abhay took a seat in his chair and leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

“I’m sure he won’t run if you let go.”

“Can’t. I don’t want to risk anything. Those scum teleport at the instant they find an opportunity to escape.”

“I don’t know. He seemed really beaten up when you dragged him home. But suit yourself.”

Sameer hadn’t left the building yet, curiously wondering about the premature end of the meeting and went towards Abhay’s cabin, knocking twice. He peeked in.

They’re always acting like they’re hiding something, he thought.

“Sorry for intruding. I just wanted to check up on you before I left.”

“I’m fine.” Abhay muttered.

His eye fell towards a frame on Abhay’s desk, a picture of Piya from the anniversary party. He laughed to himself.

That’ll be heartbreaking for you, Kabir.

Abhay shot him a look, having heard the thought.

All Dobriyals are nosy pricks.

He made eye contact with Siddharth.

Get rid of him, please.

“Well, looks like we’re done here for the time being. I’ll see you out.”

“Sure.”

Abhay groaned after they left and tapped his foot impatiently, staring at Piya’s photo. He took the frame in his hand and stroked over the glass with a careful thumb. It was the only thing that could calm him this quickly. Siddharth came back, and pat his shoulder.

“Let’s stop by the club before we go home.”

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“I can’t wait to hear your performance, ladies.”

The D’Souza School of Music always held an annual charity gala near the beginning of the year. And as tradition, all the teachers could volunteer to perform at the event. Divya suggested that the three of them, along with another teacher from the evening classes, form their own string quartet for it.

Mr. D’Souza walked the two ladies to the door, gleefully introducing Piya to the idea of the event. More funding for the arts was always the motive, especially to give scholarships to some of their older students for higher studies, and to those who couldn’t afford the school fees.

Ms. Julie waved as they went by.

“Have a nice day, you two.”

“You too, Ms. Julie.” Divya said. She and Piya stepped out, and Mr. D’ Souza waved and twirled his mustache.

“Good luck with rehearsal. I expect nothing less than the best from my teachers.”

Piya planned to spend the whole day with them tomorrow, holed up in a larger practice room on campus. Divya turned to her.

“The gala is very fun. Lots of music, some dancing and socializing. I think you’ll enjoy it a lot.”

“I hope so. And I hope the kids like it too.”

“They usually do. We’ve even had some perform if they wanted. It’s a shame Horatia won’t be there.”

“Yeah....”

“It’s nice to hear she found a home, though I never like to see any student missing from class. Breaks my heart a little.”

She really did make a convincing exit.

Piya wondered how exactly it was done, but that was lost to time. Literally.

Divya twirled her car keys, dropped them, then hurriedly picked them up and brushed her hair back.

“Do you need a ride back to your place, Piya? I’ll be more than happy to give you a lift.”

“No it’s okay. I have some errands to run here. I’ll just take a taxi later.”

“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She turned and began to walk towards the market, and felt a push against her right shoulder. For some reason, everything fell silent. But no one was around to bump into her. Empty.

What....?

Her perception of supernatural beings was new and unnerving. Though, anyone could have ulterior intentions. Human or not. But for now, it had to be someone not normally from here.

A chime and brush of silver hair passed over Piya’s eyes by grace of the wind, blinding her for a second. Before she could react, a soft hand covered her mouth and pulled her back into the back alley. Her heart took off.

“Shush. I don’t need any screaming.”

Silver hair. Bright hazel eyes.

It’s that lady who was bickering with Abhay.

Piya needed to act, literally.

Seraphina examined Piya and pressed her palm flat on the wall behind them. Her nails clicked against the brick. She was deeply curious about Abhay’s body language during their last conversation, knowing he was hiding an important detail from her.

“Who...who are you? And what do you want?”

Seraphina smirked and laughed into in the air. Piya was far too obvious. It was comical almost.

It’s a relief that I’m the one to talk to her. This girl is terrible at hiding it.

“Drop the act, sweetie. You’ve met me before.”

Piya tried to leave, but Seraphina pulled her wrist back. Her back hit the back wall hard. She winced, and her eyes narrowed.

“Let me go. I’ll call the police.”

“The police? I’m sure Abhay can be here faster than them.”

“Who?”

Piya’s own eyes betrayed her words. Anyone could see that.

“Ugh....this is annoying.”

“I don’t know who or what you’re talking about.”

All she could do is talk her way out of this.

There was nowhere to run.

But Seraphina wouldn’t let Piya leave before her curiosity was satisfied. She pressed her palm flat to Piya’s core, muttering a spell under her breath, where a blip of light emerged under it. Not only that, it was attached to a small but apparent fragment of another, of a deep purple shade.

That looks like Abhay’s...., Piya thought.

Seraphina laughed again, this time keeping it to herself.

“Two surprises in one. Your souls are bounded and yours is.....has the Mark of Celeste.”

You’re more involved in this mess of a world than I thought.

Piya broke into a nervous sweat. She knew of the latter, not the former. She didn’t know souls could do that. A little fragment of his was attached to hers. Like it was filling a gap she didn’t know was there before.

Is that a soulmate thing?

She looked up, and Seraphina stepped back. The pretense couldn’t be continued.

“Well?”

Piya sighed and stared at her straight.

“How can I trust you?”

“Fair. We’ve only just met.” She stuck out her hand. “Nice to formally meet you, Piya. I’m Seraphina. A member of The Circle’s main council.”

Piya gulped and stepped to her side, denying a shake back. These people, to her knowledge, took her memory and as a result, separated her from Abhay.

“Relax. I’m not going to wipe your memory.”

“Then?”

“I just wanted to see, if it came back, and how it came back. I’ve never seen it reversed before.”

“I don’t have to answer how.”

“You’re right. You don’t.”

She squeezed the straps of her violin case tighter, apprehensive, but needing to keep composure.

“Musician, huh? Not my thing, but an interesting hobby.”

She stuck out her hand again.

“Shall we try this again?”

Piya took it reluctantly and nodded. Her hands were shaking just a little. She didn’t want anything to happen to Abhay because of her.

“Are you going to punish him?”

“Me? I don’t have the particular need to. Nor do I have the time or energy to do so. Sounds a little cruel to punish anyone for falling in love, don’t you think?”

“It’s easier to say that if I was like you all.”

“True. No one really expects their soulmate to be human; it just doesn’t happen much. I also thought you’d be afraid of him.”

“He thought that too. I guess I’m just full of surprises.”

Her phone buzzed. Abhay was calling. Seraphina snickered and put a finger to her lips. Piya answered.

“Hello?”

“Piya? Is everything okay?”

His own voice was shaky. She could hear loud music in the background.

“....yes, why?”

She looked cautiously at Seraphina, who was doing nothing threatening, just only giving them their space.

“Nothing, I just.....never mind. I’ll talk to you later.”

He probably sensed something he didn’t like.

“That’s okay. Bye.”

Their conversation resumed.

“Never thought he could care this much for anyone, a human no less, but love can change a lot I suppose. You are one lucky girl.”

“Thanks....” she replied meekly.

Piya wondered how far back they went, based on the way she talked about him.

“How do you know him?”

“Me? We had a bit of a physical encounter some 50 years back. Oh what an exhausting week that was. But don’t worry, neither of us caught feelings.”

Week....Exhausting....?

It looked like they couldn’t stand each other.

“I did tell him back then that I’d tell his girlfriend about it whenever he got one. I was expecting....some more jealousy from you.”

Piya held it in. It was there, but she didn’t want to show it. It seemed childish.

50 years ago....

“I don’t think I’ll worry about something that happened when I didn’t even exist yet....”

Seraphina blinked twice.

“I never thought of it that way. Well, props to you for not judging.”

Piya stood quietly. Three centuries of life had to be occupied with something. But she was a little jealous. A physical encounter, coupled with her tone. She couldn’t help but show a blush. Seraphina noticed from her peripheral and bit her tongue to avoid laughing.

Not again, Piya, she shook her head to clear it of the fogs of jealousy.

“Well that was a lovely and short conversation. I should go now. And don’t worry, I won’t snitch on you two.”

At last, some relief.

“Thank you......”

And then she vanished. Poof, into thin air, replying with only a cheeky smile. Piya looked around for a minute, and swatted her hand in the air just to make sure.

She’s really gone.

The sounds came back as she turned the corner. Things were normal again, back in her world. She walked between the small crowds, and went about her day as usual. Her pantry was empty.

——————————————————————

After draining several club-goers and returning home, Abhay called Piya again. He was glad to hear, that it was just Seraphina that visited her.

“What else did she say?”

“Nothing that worries me.”

“I’m glad she didn’t do anything to you.”

Piya rolled onto her back, kicking her feet into the air. In hindsight, she didn’t seem that bad.

“Why would she? She seemed okay.”

Abhay scoffed at the notion.

“I’m serious, Abhay. Besides, she let me in on a choice secret.”

“What?”

“It’s.....”

She giggled on the other end. Abhay remembered the ‘promise’ Seraphina made him after they parted ways back then, and grumbled to himself.

It has to be that.

“She is really pretty. No wonder you stuck around a week.”

“A week I don’t want to remember. Don’t tell anyone else.”

“My lips are sealed.”

She burst into laughter, thinking of Abhay’s possible expressions. He made her promise.

“I promise. Happy?”

“Sure.”

Hearing that she was okay was enough relief for him. He wanted to see her in person, but his thirst was unpredictable at the moment that he didn’t want to risk hurting her.

“Will you play the piano for me? I can’t sleep.”

“Without practice? It won’t sound nice.”

“Like you need to practice at all.”

He chuckled, finished changing and walked into the study, keeping a door open to let the music brighten the downstairs area. The Steinway and Sons piano had company once again tonight. He sat down and tapped the keys, thinking.

What should I play for her?

She waited in bed with her phone on speaker next to her. At least with the music, they could still spend time together. Anything that could lull someone to sleep was fine for her.

“Any requests?” He asked, setting his phone atop the piano.

“Hmm....Clair de Lune?”

“Of course.” He smiled, gathering the sheet music. Piya imagined she was sitting in that armchair facing him, dozing off while he played it for her. He began the solo performance.

“Still awake?” He asked, in between.

“Mmhm....”

He played, and the melodies reached her ears through the distance. In times they couldn’t be seen together, this was the perfect pastime. She yawned, and hugged the pillow and blankets underneath her. The silence was replaced by the notes.

Her eyes softly shut. As the piece concluded, sleep began to overcome her.

“Abhay.......”

Her voice trailed, as she fell asleep before she could compliment him properly. He smiled to himself and hung up to let her sleep in peace. He stood up, grabbed a book, and walked outside. Mandu ambushed him, listening from the outside, and poked his dimples again.

“This is too much. Now there’s two of you.”

“Two? Does Piya do it as well?”

“Where do you think she got the idea from?”

Mandu snickered, and ran downstairs. Abhay shook his head and followed, pouring himself a drink, needing to abstain from fresh blood for a while.

Siddharth peeked over his shoulder, turning through some files.

“I really hope she saw the painting.”

Abhay set the glass down and rolled his eyes. Siddharth began to laugh to himself, gasping as Mandu plopped herself down into his lap.

“Not in front of the children, my love.”

Abhay smacked the back of his head with a rolled up magazine.

“You think Piya will take my side when I complain about him?”

“Don’t.”

“Or else what? Hmm?”

He couldn’t answer, and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“When are you leaving?”

“In a couple hours. Around midnight.”

“He’s been dead silent the whole day. Are you sure he’s not dead? I didn’t want to check.” Mandu asked.

“No, he’s still alive. I won’t let him die until after the council questions him.”

Abhayendra....

He paused.

“Did you both....hear something?”

“No. Why?”

Abhayendra.......I miss you, Abhayendra.....Free me, Abhayendra......

She repeated it with urgency and obsession. He hoped it wouldn’t continue past this night.

“Never mind.”

Originally posted by: Arnik1120

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Originally posted by: MS-meghasharma

Amazing update

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amazing chapter

oh god abhay start to hear maithali's voice it's not a good sign

both raichand brother r annoying with dobriyals😆

oh god abhay is thirsty hw wants blood

he drank from his staff & glad he won't remember & good sameer didn't hear sid & abhay convo😊

oops seraphina got to know pia got her memories back even tried hard to hind it

seraphina got to know abhiya is soulmate

oh god seraphina told pia she had physical exhausting week😲

pia didn't feel jealous coz that happen when she didn't born😊

abhay saw vison abt pia being with someone he was worried

glad pia told him abt seraphina & abhay was relief that pia wasn't upset abt his & seraphina past

awe pia slept hearing abhay's music❤️

loll madhu poked abhay's dimple again😆

oh god abhay once again heard maithali's voice hope abhay do something🤔

continue plz

Originally posted by: cuteariya

amazing chapter

oh god abhay start to hear maithali's voice it's not a good sign

both raichand brother r annoying with dobriyals😆

oh god abhay is thirsty hw wants blood

he drank from his staff & glad he won't remember & good sameer didn't hear sid & abhay convo😊

oops seraphina got to know pia got her memories back even tried hard to hind it

seraphina got to know abhiya is soulmate

oh god seraphina told pia she had physical exhausting week😲

pia didn't feel jealous coz that happen when she didn't born😊

abhay saw vison abt pia being with someone he was worried

glad pia told him abt seraphina & abhay was relief that pia wasn't upset abt his & seraphina past

awe pia slept hearing abhay's music❤️

loll madhu poked abhay's dimple again😆

oh god abhay once again heard maithali's voice hope abhay do something🤔

continue plz

Thanks dear 🤗 let’s see what becomes of this voice thing 😆

Chapter 59

Hear Me, One By One

At the rise of the full moon, the grand ballroom of the castle was filled with seating and dimmed of light. It resembled more of a gloomy boardroom than it once did a place to dance and make merry. The site gradually filled with supernaturals from all over the world, gazing upon the center stage set up for the main council. They would soon make their appearance.

Abhay took a brief detour, a secret entrance around the back, long before the congregation, dragging his prisoner with. The unfortunate Vitael, whose name he did not yet know, or had any interest in knowing, stared weakly in front of him as he was dragged from the cloak, cackling like a madman.

“I’ll kill you if you make another sound.” Abhay hissed, eyes blazing red in irritation.

“No, you won’t. I’m far too valuable for you and this governance.”

Abhay groaned, and dragged him with more force against the stony floor. Sharp fragments broke off at random, clawing into his back, staining a thinning trail of blood. If not death, he could at least make the journey a little more painful.

The council was in session, but expected Abhay’s visit. He knocked thrice, and stepped in slowly as the guards let him pass. The atmosphere was grim and cold. Discussion echoed about the entryway, stopping flat as he entered their vision and his scent reached some of their noses.

“Here.”

He tossed the Vitael forth and center, and undid his shadowy binds. They returned rapidly into his body, relaxing his muscles. Dragomir stared at him, somewhat pleased. Catching a single one of them was a feat in itself.

“Guards, seize the prisoner.”

“The smell has ruined my appetite.” Estelle complained, pinching her nose. Abhay really never understood those aristocratic vampires. They were pickier than him when it came to blood.

He wasn’t permitted to leave, and as customary, had his palm slit and blood cast into the flame. The two fairy twins, named Lark and Jada, that also held seats in the council, returned to normal size, and pranced around the Vitael, having never seen one before. He ignored them, and occasionally sneezed after inhaling the fairy dust.

“Where did you find him?”

“Drunk outside one of my family’s clubs. He was following someone from my clan and she took him down. I took him off her hands to bring him here.”

“Is he sober?” Seraphina walked over, leaned down and pinched his face in her hand, then dropped it in disgust. “Seems so.”

“Did he reveal anything?” Dragomir asked, tapping his index fingers together.

“He only recently regained consciousness. I thought to leave the interrogating to the council. I’m only here to deliver.”

He stood quietly, hands behind his back, waiting for more questions, or when he could leave.

“Very well. Abhay, you are dismissed.”

The oath was nullified.

Abhay nodded and left immediately, avoided all eye contact, and found the marking on his arm to also be healing. He now stood just beyond the assembly chambers. There, he saw Haseena seated towards the center dias, and sat next to her.

There was a brief wave of whispers that followed in his wake.

“Don’t pay heed. They have nothing else to run their mouths about.”

Certainly, only a sect of the vampires were aghast by what he had done. Everyone else, they didn’t know why so much drama was created over just one human, and brushed it aside as matters they didn’t want to butt their heads into. Most mentions of it fizzled out, helped along by Abhay’s indifference.

“Is everything alright at home?” Haseena asked, placing her hand on his shoulder.

“Yes, mom. And she is too.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

He peered at the open seat to Haseena’s left. Its taker arrived with more unenthused body language than Abhay had. Haseena’s better half, Eliza. They embraced, and shared a quick peck on the lips. She adjusted her bun and smiled at Abhay.

“How are you, Abhay?”

Even he could crack a small smile back now. It delightfully surprised her. He could tell. Many people here had never seen him smile even once.

“I’m doing well. Yourself?”

Eliza was not happy to be here. It wasn’t often when she could be selfish. She and Haseena already postponed their anniversary plans for the following week. It could happen again. And she hated replanning.

“Just a little upset. I have a bad feeling this assembly is going to ruin our anniversary plans completely.”

“I’m sure we’ll be able work out something, sweetheart. Let’s see.”

The candlelights dimmed, burned out, then relit again with a blue tinge. A booming, clapping sound silenced the hall. Guards opened the large doors, and spoke in elevated volume, raising their poisoned spears disguised as staffs.

“The council is arriving.”

As customary, all the attendees stood up. The doors creaked open, revealing the council on the other side, donned in their special robes. Behind them, the guards brought in the prisoner. Many wished to express their anger upon the sight of the red runes, but reverence for the council took their words.

Pin-drop silence.

“Please, be seated.” Dragomir said, waving his hand down. Abhay and Seraphina shared a look from across the room.

The history of the Vitael was privy to no one, and a negative atmosphere arose from all, but strongest from the witches and warlocks in the room. If the feud between the vampires and werewolves could be quantified, it would pale in comparison to this hatred.

“As you can see, we have a special guest. Just for show, of course.”

The Vitael’s heartbeats were fading. Close to death, but still able to laugh, heavily muffled, into the floor. Maybe spiraling towards insanity.

“Many of us present were witness to a gruesome war some centuries ago. A war conducted to seize power over all supernaturals, to be subjugated under these charlatans. Once again, there are dangers of their leader rising again. We ask that all prepare for the offensive, no matter where in the world they may try to strike. And we request of all those who reside in and around the city of her resting place, to be on watch, should the seal face risk of being broken by force.”

Seraphina cast an etching of a map to the air above them, highlighting the areas of concern. Eliza crossed her arms and groaned, and Haseena tried to comfort her. As expected, it was the areas of land surrounding the Pandher palace and Dehradun.

Abhay and Haseena, along with two more acquaintances, stood up and bowed, accepting the responsibility, for however long it may be.

“And the werewolves?” Someone asked.

“We will let breaches into their territory slide in this special circumstance. By now, their cloaking tricks are well known. Trusting even a human scent must take a little more thought.”

Abhay thought over it, wondering if any new wolves would arrive in their area. He thought to make a trip to the dungeons later, just to taunt Dipanita, and maybe get some more information out of her.

A struggled cough, and deep cackling, broke through their voices.

“Our Queen....I can hear her. She’s speaking to us.”

Every wiccan looked disgusted to be in the same room as the imprisoned Vitael, to hear his crazed ramblings.

“She’s preparing for her arrival. She’ll take all of your souls for her benefit.”

There was alarm, hidden at the onset, and ignored for the time being.

“The seal must not be broken at any cost. As our guest here has revealed to us prior to our gathering tonight, the next blood moon is when they wish to strike. Three months from now. We must be prepared.”

———————————————————————

It was hard to stop thinking about him, if he was okay. She only hoped Seraphina kept her word and didn’t reveal the truth. Abhay would fall into more trouble then.

The campus was quiet in the evening, thus leaving most of the practice rooms empty, even the bigger ones. The group was taking a small break, before running through the score one more time. They decided to perform Schubert’s String Quartet No. 7 in D Major, and spent a few hours tonight into preparing. She checked her phone.

He replied.

He said he was fine, and if she had been worrying about him. She shook her head, as if he could see through the phone screen, and texted back.

Just a little.

Piya set the phone face down, and returned to her chair. While she was excited to be in a string quartet for the first time, her focus wavered at key moments, leading to small mistakes and gaffs. Like before, she felt like she was being closely watched.

She hated it. It made her skin crawl. It made her anxious. It made her feel like she couldn’t run away, ever.

One last time, they played through the piece, discussing and marking.

“That’s should do it for tonight. It’s getting late.” Raunak said, stretching his arms.

Everyone else agreed. Piya turned to the other teacher, the violist, and tried to stop her own voice from shaking before speaking up.

“You play very well, Nikki.”

“Oh, thank you. And thanks for inviting me to play with you all.”

“It’s our pleasure. This gala is going to be our best yet!”

Spirits were high, but Piya’s didn’t quite match the levels of everyone else. There was a sound, like a wind chime, or an anklet, in the back of the room. Piya turned abruptly and stared in its direction. There was nothing.

“You good, Piya?”

She swallowed and nodded. The color drained from her face. If she had a vampire’s strength, the force she currently had in her grip on the chair would be enough to crush it to dust.

“Shall we? I think we all deserve some rest.”

Piya huddled closely to the group as they walked all the way to the parking lot. She clutched her pendants in her hand. This unease mimicked that of when she first ran into Ayushmaan. Or maybe, somehow more worse than that.

It can’t be him, right? Abhay said they all fled.

She prayed she wasn’t going insane, as she entered Divya’s car.

“Listen, Divya. Could you drop me off at a neighbor’s place instead? I have some work there.”

“Sure. Just put the address into my phone.”

“Thank you. One second.”

She put the address for the Raichand mansion into the GPS. Divya examined it and placed it on her lap.

“Wow, your houses are surrounded by forest almost.”

“There’s not that many people around there. But it’s more peaceful, in my opinion.”

“Hopefully I don’t get lost. Let’s go.”

The wheels started to roll, and hinder the oncoming panic attack for now. Piya kept a strict watch outside. Anything that was following her wouldn’t dare get closer to the Raichand mansion.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re sweating buckets.”

She touched her forehead, dotted with beads of sweat. After pressing her handkerchief to her face and neck, she managed to smile and assure Divya.

“It’s a little stuffy.”

“Why don’t you say so? I’ll turn on the AC.” Divya said, shaking her head and laughing.

The blast of cool air may have helped temporarily, but the shrill hum of the AC only made her more anxious. What if she couldn’t hear her pursuer because of it?

“Better?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

The forest began to close in and the light from the headlights seemed brighter and brighter in comparison. Soon, but not soon enough for Piya’s nerves, the gates of the mansion came into view. Divya stared awestruck after reading the nameplate.

“You personally know the Raichands?!”

Piya, now somewhat relieved to be in safer territory, nodded.

“I hear it’s not that common.”

“With the richest family in this city, it’s a little hard to believe.” She turned the car around, and let Piya step out. “Anyways, take care. Maybe invite them to the gala as well. If they donate.......” She winked. Piya rolled her eyes and giggled.

“I’ll ask.”

“Nice! Okay, see you!”

“Bye. Good night.”

Now she didn’t have to hide her apprehension. She burst into a fast walk past the gate, and knocked at the doors with a quick fist. Right as Siddharth opened them, she ran in and closed it, heaving in breaths, sinking to the floor.

Siddharth was the only one home. He looked at Piya, puzzled and worried. Something was wrong, and it bothered him to not know the cause. He kneeled and squeezed her shoulder. Piya jerked her head up, wide eyed.

“Piya, are you alright? What happened?” He asked calmly.

She shook her head. He got her a glass of water.

“Deep breaths. You’re in safe hands.”

“I think.....something is following me. Something I can’t see. I don’t know what.”

Invisible?

“You made the right decision to come here. Let me check. Stay inside and don’t move.”

She nodded.

He took her to the couch, stepped out, and covered ground in the vicinity to their house. Places where one could hide and see. Scents that didn’t belong. After minutes of searching, poised to attack, he couldn’t find the culprit. There was nothing, but even he was beginning to have a sense of foreboding. His head began to pound as he returned closer to the door, and the familiar voice, pretending to be so innocent and without crime, filled in the silence in his head.

I’m coming home soon......I promise.....