Forbidden Blood 11
CHAPTER 3
Page 11
Isinia couldn't believe what she was seeing, falling to her knees as
her eyes started to let out tears once more. Her grandmother lay dead on the
hardwood floor, stabbed to death by some sort of dagger which had gone
through her heart. A pool of blood had formed below the body and it seemed to
be growing. Apparently this had just happened as a tiny note card was left
behind on her body with just one word or name, "Murdoc."
Tears and cries came from her as she finally gained the ability to move
again, hugging her grandmother one last time before she got up. She ran to
her bedroom and looked herself in the mirror, her eyes looking at an unknown
person who was covered in mixed blood from that of an enemy and her
grandparents as she screamed, "Wha... what have I done?!
Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Her hands grabbed the nearest thing she could get
and smashed the mirror to pieces, not wanting to believe that this was
herself.
For a final time, she ran out of the building, running down the street,
heading towards a specific building which had one being she deemed a close
friend. The toy maker Wulffrith. Upon reaching the front doors of the toy
shop, she desperately knocked and banged on the doors, trying to wake him up
from the second floor. It took a little while as her cries were finally heard
by Wulffrith.
When Wulffrith had opened the door for her, he was shocked to see the
condition she was in and immediately rushed her inside and closed the door.
"Isinia, child, what has happened," he asked with great concern as he looked
to her in the eyes. The only response Isinia could give was a silent stare
with tears in her eyes that only told a rather sad regretful story. Wulffrith
took his shirt off, which was large enough for her to wear and to keep her
decent as he said, "Here, take this and get rid of the bloody dress. We'll
figure out something for you to wear later. Stay here and don't go anywhere.
I'll be right back." Isinia took the shirt and nodded gently as a broken
voice came from her, "I... promise not to go outside again." Wulffrith tilted
his head to her wondering what that meant before heading out the door to
check on Isinia's once peaceful home.
While Wulffrith had left, Isinia began to take off her dress, looking
at it for a moment as she remembered it was given to her by her grandmother.
Now it was just a useless blood stained dress that was ripped in half on the
front part of it. When she threw it in the trashcan, she could've sworn she
felt her heart tear apart. Once she put on the large shirt that Wulffrith had
given her, she looked around at the toys he had made throughout the years.
Quietly she promised to herself that she would never to go outside again
except only for what Mr. Wulffrith needed, not wanting to anything like that
happen ever again.
Wulffrith had finally returned with a few blood stains on his fur just
before the sun had started to rise. Isinia had simply been sitting on the
floor staring at the toys that were on shelves with some tears left in her
eyes. Wulffrith walked up to her and knelt down in front of her, "I'm so
sorry about your grandparents Isinia." Her head turned slowly towards him,
again those sad eyes that told a rather sad story on what had happened.
Isinia slowly leaned over to him, hugging him. Wulffrith returned the hug
since it was the best he could do to comfort a heartbroken girl.
While Isinia was by herself at the time, Wulffrith had figured out
easily what had happened in her home but when he had followed the blood
stains on the sidewalk that lead to that alley, he was shocked to see what
had happened, only guessing what went on in this dark alley. He managed to
get Isinia's grandfather's dead body into Isinia's home, placing it right
next to Isinia's grandmother. It took him a great deal of time that there
wasn't much he could do by the time dawn was nearing, deciding to lock the
door and wait until the end of the day to come back.
During the morning Wulffrith had given Isinia the spare room he had,
complete with bed and desk. The room was rarely used as most of the time he
only used it whenever family members would come to visit him. Throughout the
day, Isinia simply kept to herself, never responding to Wulffrith's calls to
come and eat breakfast, lunch, and lastly, dinner. Wulffrith worried sigh as
she looked at her, sitting in the corner with her head buried in the pillows.
As the day came and left, Wulffrith took the opportunity to head for
Isinia's home once more, this time taking his small truck with him. He placed
anything that may seem of value and delivered it straight to Isinia's new
home with Wulffrith. There really wasn't much of value to speak of since it
was mostly just small items. The rest were just clothes and a few items that
belonged to her.
Wulffrith had managed to bring Isinia with him but to stay in the
vehicle and not see anything until told to do so. He had managed to place
Isinia's dead grandparents into the truck and headed off towards outside the
city limits, right into the forest. As he came to stop, he grabbed a shovel
and began to dig a grave near two big trees that seemed to be intertwined
with each other. Isinia still sat in the truck with her eyes closed, not
wanting to disobey what Wulffrith said, afraid that if she disobeyed,
something bad would happen to her or Wulffrith.
By the time dawn had arrived, Wulffrith had managed bury the bodies and
brought Isinia out of the truck to join him in prayer. Wulffrith uttered a
prayer while Isinia stood and stared at the grave where her grandparents now
rested. Tears soon began to flow once more from her eyes but kept herself
silent except for an occasional sniffling. Wulffrith had finished praying and
decided to leave Isinia be for a bit with her grandparents one final time
before heading home.
Isinia just stood there, continuing to stare at the gravesite, hearing
her grandfather's last words repeat over and over in her mind, "I-Isinia...
lovely... daughter of my son... be... good girl..." She raised her head and
looked to sky whispering, "I promise grandfather." Just before turning to
head back with Wulffrith, she whispered, "Goodbye grandfather... Goodbye
grandmother..." Wulffrith opened the door for her to get in, and started to
drive away from the gravesite. Isinia held onto Wulffrith once more as she
began to cry from her heart.
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