257 Awake- Part 3
"What's happening?" Madeline questioned.
Calhoun had told her that her father was hiding sothing, sothing that her paternal grandparents were aware of, and it made her question what was being hidden. The way her grandparents spoke, it was as if Madeline was a clumsy girl, but she wasn't.
After a first few tis, Madeline ca to understand and believe that she wasn't like her sister Beth, that she was different. After all, who went breaking glasses at the slightest touch.
All these years, she was normal. She had felt normal like any other person, but what was happening, it was far from being called normal, and humans didn't have such powers or curse did they? Madeline had heard of how so of the humans, who possessed unusual powers were often labelled as witches. And witches were never welcod in their houses or the villages because of the amount of bad luck one brought with them.
Madeline wondered if she should get a second reading from Calhoun's acquaintance. The man nad Raphael appeared to be nothing short of knowledge when it ca to a person's past and future which were twisted in riddles.
She wondered if the glass would break if she would put more pressure on it. Her body felt cold, goosebumps rising on her skin as she raised her hand for the third ti towards the window. Madeline took a deep breath. If she placed it for more than two seconds, it would break, and there would be pieces of glasses on the floor, she thought to herself.
But when she placed her hand on the window, the cracks instead of continuing to create more damage, it started to nd.
Madeline's curious eyes followed the cracked lines that started to disappear behind her palm. The windowpane which was about to break, it looked crystal clear. She had a look of surprise on her face and to test if she was dreaming, she knocked on the glass, and nothing happened. Calhoun had ntioned to her that breaking glass was considered to be a sign of an ill on, but she had fixed it back. Was it possible to consider it to be good luck?
Examining one more ti, Madeline went to knock on it with her knuckles when soone knocked on her door.
Madeline's eyes snapped at the door. Was it Calhoun? She asked herself. It was late for him to be visiting her, but Calhoun always appeared during odd hours. She doubted it was him because the man would not bother knocking or bother himself with locks. Her hand reached towards the lock of the door, hovering over when she heard another knock.
"Maddie? Are you awake?"
"Do you think I can sleep here tonight?" asked Beth who looked worried.
"Yes, of course," Madeline pushed the door wide open, and she looked at the guard to say, "Thank you." The guard gave a deep bow before leaving. Beth looked as if she was in shock and Madeline went to stand in front of her and ask, "Beth, are you alright?"
Beth looked disturbed, and she nodded her head, "I just overheard so kind of noises in the room I was sleeping in. I thought of coming here to sleep."
Madeline gave her sister a nod, "The bed is big enough. You can take the left. No, I an the right," she corrected herself. Beth didn't seem to mind it, and she moved around the right side of the bed to get inside the sheets.
She wondered what had gotten Beth worried. Surely, it was nothing big but only the rustling sound of the leaves and the forest that wasn't too far away from the castle. Madeline didn't want Beth taking the side where she and Calhoun were on the bed before.
Getting inside the sheets herself, Madeline laid her back on the surface of the bed that had turned cold as she had not occupied it before Beth had arrived at her door. The candles were still burning enough to let one see the room but not too much to hinder one's sleep.
"I was worried you would be asleep," comnted Beth, who was on her right, "I an you left my room so ti ago."
Madeline's eyes moved to the corner, looking at her sister, and then looked back up at the ceiling, "I was finding it hard to sleep," and it was the truth.
"Is it because you went to et grandma and grandpa?" Beth asked her voice barely curious who was looking at the decor of the room.
Madeline had already questioned Beth, and she had not received an answer she was looking for. "Hm," she responded to her sister, "I was wondering about Jennine's death."
"What about it? A vampire ca and killed her," Beth replied. She then turned to sleep on her side so that she could look at Madeline and Madeline did the sa.
"You said you saw the vampire?" inquired Madeline again and Beth nodded her head.
"I told you that it was a vampire. What were you expecting?" asked Beth, her eyebrows furrowing, "What's the matter, Maddie?"
"Nothing," whispered Madeline. After a minute of silence passed, she said, "I sotis worry. About things that I have never seen or felt. I feel like there's sothing missing." Whenever Madeline tried to rember what happened when they were small, a lot of it was a blur.
But there were so parts of her mories, when she was small, that she still rembered. One of it was, seeing the blood on her hands and the blood didn't belong to her but of the person who was lying on the cold, snow-covered ground. Sowhere in the back of her mind, Madeline felt the things that her grandparents and her family were trying to cover up, everything coming to point right at her.
Beth said she saw the vampire with her eyes, and being a year older to her, Madeline wanted to believe that she had nothing to do with her friend's death. That she would never do sothing so murderous.
Her elder sister placed her hand on her arm, "You simply worry about nothing, Madeline. Things are just fine. Sotis our minds like to conjure things, and when you are small, you always end up with bizarre mories. I have had them too."
"You did?" Madeline felt a sense of relief flooding her mind. To think that Beth was experiencing sothing close to what she was feeling, Madeline felt less stressed.
"Yes. I rember when we were small. Children used to not play with . I would often dream of them not talking to , where I was being ignored," Beth confessed to Madeline, who couldn't believe it. Beth was the popular child in the village where everyone wanted to be her friend, wanted to know her. Hearing this Madeline realised, Beth and her fears were two separate things.
"But everything turned well later, didn't it?" Madeline question, placing her hand on the pillow and letting her head rest on it.
Beth stared at Madeline, and a broad smile appeared on her lips, "Yes, it did. For so ti," she murmured the last words which Madeline didn't catch.
"What else do you rember about our childhood?" Madeline wanted to know everything, wanting to refresh her mory through Beth's help. She hoped she would get sothing out of it. Though the glass didn't break today and went back to looking normal, it didn't an she was not worried about the future.
She wanted to believe that nding the crack of the glass was a sign of good luck, but sothing told her otherwise. That an ominous event or presence was lurking right around the corner, waiting for her.
Beth said, "Hmm, I think we used to visit our grandparents' place a lot. There was a boy, who used to co to play but then I don't know what happened to him. It was funny how we used to play house. I rember once we went to this cetery, but grandma was quick to chase us away from there. Telling it wasn't a place for children to play."
"But we have been to so of the graveyards," Madeline's eyebrows furrowed, "I an, I rember once one of our aunts asked us to go fetch the handkerchief that she dropped in there."
"Oh, that didn't go well. Grandpa was very angry. It's not like there were ghosts in there who would abduct us," Beth laughed at the mory, "Sotis I feel our grandparents were a little too over-protective of us."
"Don't you think it is strange," questioned Madeline, trying to dig more from Beth.
"They have always been like that, Maddie. Are you eting them for the first ti?" asked Beth who tried to get in a much more comfortable position, "I an, the whole village is strange. They don't allow vampires, not a single one. But I think it's because of Jennine's death."
Madeline doubted it was because of their friend's death. There was so secrecy going on which both she and her sister weren't aware of, "Beth."
"Hm?" Beth responded back.
"Do you rember from which cetery we were chased away from?" asked Madeline.
"I don't...rember, Maddie," Beth replied with her sleepy voice, "Why do you... want to...know about...cetery?"
"I was curious," Madeline whispered when she noticed how Beth was drifting off to sleep. She decided not to disturb her sister's sleep and turned her back against the surface of the bed, staring into the dark ceiling. Sowhere between their talks, the candles had dimd, and so did the fla in the fireplace.
Madeline was curious to know about their childhood, maybe more about her. There had been monts in the past where Beth spoke about her childhood, but when it ca to Madeline's childhood, Beth didn't have much recollection about it. It was strange, Madeline thought to herself. Soone from outside would have told it was because Beth was too involved in herself for not taking note of her sister.
Beth being older to Madeline by a year, she should have rembered at least one fignt about her, but there was nothing.
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