Читать книгу The Angel and His Witch - JR Martens - Страница 6

Johann was falling apart. When he woke he went for a walk and ended up on Tybee Island walking the beach. He wandered without realizing that he was at the spot where he and Rissy had been happy. There were still a man’s and woman’s footprints there and he stepped into the man’s and realized that they were his. He was a little surprised that they would still be there. He had been certain that somehow with the rain they would have been washed away. He did not see the circle because he was so focused on how at first last night was one of the most satisfying and happiest of his life until he ruined it. He had to go too far in telling her about his true love. It could have waited for another time. His thoughts went back to that time and his tears flowed more covering his face and flooding his eyes where he could barely see. He could still detect Rissy’s scent and he saw a faint circle around him and looked around but did not see her but then out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw her but when he turned his head in that direction he did not see anyone and his heart sank deeper.

Johann sat there for hours and soon it was night and the beach deserted. He screamed at the sky cursing his mother and Odin. Suddenly lightning lit up the sky. Then the thunder came. Bolts of lightning hit all around Johann and the thunder shattered his eardrums causing him to fall on the ground. Johann screamed. “Your aim is off Odin and Thor you can beat me to the ground and make me an easier target for his bolts! Just go ahead and kill me! I don’t care! It will be a better existence than what I have now. Let Hel finally take me, I deserve to be her slave.” More lightning shot down upon him but none could touch him. Freya appeared suddenly. “Stop! Odin and Thor stop now! He is mine and perhaps one of yours.” She smiled into the sky and it became clear. The stars shone bright. She turned to her son. “Are you just going to lay here and feel sorry for yourself? You have never been one to give up so easily. Look at what you have been through since the beginning of time.” Johann could see his life unfold in front of him. All of the times he had been with Rissy, Alma, and Risanne, the good times and the bad all flashed at once. “Now my son, are you going to let a little thing like this destroy you?” Johann looked at Freya for a moment and then hung his head. “This time is more difficult than all of the rest. I want Rissy’s and my destiny to come true. This is our last and final chance and I don’t want to ruin this like I have so many times in my life.” Freya cupped his face in her hands and smiled again. “Then don’t let it my son. Is her life over? She was alive a little while ago, but it’s up to you. This is your life.” Johann slowly stood before his mother. “I am tired and need to sleep, Freya.” “Then go and rest my love.” She kissed his lips softly and held him in her arms. “Be strong my son. Sometimes I wish I had never given you a human heart, but then most of the time I am amazed at the love that comes from inside it. Go my son and find your destiny.” As quickly as she had appeared, she disappeared. Johann looked around once more and this time he was able to smile when he looked into the sky. Two shooting stars went by so close to one another it looked as though they were touching.

He spread his wings and flew back to town. Landing in an alley he saw something but was not sure what at first and then he heard a pained “no” and then heard a female crying. He turned the corner and saw a young woman with her clothes ripped off and a man trying to grind himself into her. Anger swelled within Johann and before he knew it he had the man pinned against the wall. He threw his shirt to the young lady and she hurried away slipping and sliding with her bare feet. Once she was out of sight Johann turned his attention to the poor pitiful creature against the wall that had soiled himself but Johann showed this thing no mercy. Body and soul Johann flew to the poor human to the goddess Hel and left him as her present. The screams were horrifying but Johann did not care. He was tired of women being hurt and was trying to make up for his mistake years ago.

He flew straight home where Randolf, Svelta, and Charlotte were waiting for him; they had been worried since he had been gone for so long. They knew something was different. His mood though still sullen was still a little angry, so they let him pass without their normal barrage of questions. He never said a word but went upstairs to his room and closed the door. Charlotte made a move to follow him but Randolf grabbed her arm and very sternly said. “You’re staying right here Missy. Leave him be and I’m not asking but telling you.” Never having heard her father speak that way to her, tears began to stream down her face. Randolf turned to Svelta. “And you leave him be as well, Svelta. He doesn’t want you there now or he would have taken you. Now get in the kitchen and cook or something.” “Well you’re certainly not going up there either.” Svelta spat. “No I’m going to set some Absinthe outside his door and come back down here.” Randolf replied coarsely. The three of them sat in the kitchen all night wondering what to do. Randolf paced, Svelta baked and Charlotte cried wondering what to do.

Rissy’s sleep was fitful. She continued to have strange dreams about angels, vampires and witches. They were all intermingled and nothing made sense. She became so excited that she urinated all over herself and the bed. She was finally able to wake enough to get out the bed and strip off her nightgown but fell to her knees and cried. Her thoughts were racing and her heart felt dead. Never before had she felt that a part of her had truly died. She cried out. “God please help me! I don’t know what to do anymore. Please show me what I am to do.” Tears streamed down her face, she smelt of urine and began vomiting. Within a few minutes she passed out. As she lay there, she heard a voice. “Rissy to find happiness you must follow your heart and listen to it and find the truth just as you found the truth in me years ago. If you can find the faith you had centuries ago, then perhaps you will see more clearly.”

Johann was in his room and decided that it was time to shower. He heard Randolf outside of the room setting something down by the door and leave quietly. He almost smiled knowing that Randolf only brought him the best. Johann turned the water on hot and he felt the hot water burning him but could not seem to turn it off. He stayed until the water ran cold. He stepped out and went to the door without drying off and grabbed the Absinthe. As he opened the bottle he walked to the balcony and went out, sat down and began drinking. He did not care who saw him and if someone decided to disturb him, he would just give them a solemn glance that could kill if he wished. He drank the whole bottle and then passed out. He was still there when the sun rose.