A Night To Taste

Chapter 32: The Sinner

I am seriously going to kill all of them.

I will make them beg me for their death and will still deprive them of that privilege. I will make their lives hell before I torture them for days and still bring them back to life in case they die. I am sure I am going to make them repay for what they are trying to do.

Whatever this rivalry or hatred is, they should have never brought Katerine in between all this mess.

But since it is already done, I have to go with the flow. I can still change it but it will cost me something I can never afford to lose. Black magic is like that.

You can do anything- within your power- to anyone and may have to make someone a bait if it is very difficult situation. Like burning a large piece of land- almost as big as Russia or the entire Asia, erasing memories- if you have mastered it you don't need anything, exchanging souls and so on. But bringing someone back to life is the hardest to exist.

And as per the fucked up ancient rules if you are using magic on someone else then you may have to pay a small price. But if its anything related to the magician himself, then the cost for those spells are much more big compared to the magic being done on others. This is why I am intended to keep Katerine out of all of this.

Its better for her to be oblivious to everything in my life except for the fact that she is mine. And no one dares to take her away from me. But I am afraid that I could be the person to take her away from myself.

Sounds like it isn't possible. But the fact that all of this is related to Magnus, then I should kill myself right now to keep her safe. But I am a little selfish and wouldn't do it. Also if I die, there will be a part of Katerine too which will be buried with my grave.

I wonder if I would even have a grave. I am the person who is destined to disappear into thin air and I am pretty sure that will exactly happen if...

A mewl comes from the back and I sit up straight on my bed. I look at myself and ensure that everything is fine.

Lying naked in bed is one of my habits. But letting Midnight see me like this and get traumatized is not one of them. After all, I am more comfortable in wearing nothing than to be packed in a shirt and pants. I even spare my cloak for any day when I feel like wearing comfy clothes. Again, I don't know what comfort is but as per my mouse, I tried to think about the feeling very deeply and finally came to a conclusion- I feel comfortable when naked. When I don't wear nothing.

But I am not that shameful to roam around the house like that and have the sense to cover myself with sheet. I think about my cat and will never ever let her see me that way. Hey, even animals do get traumatized- of what we do. Some humans just don't get that fact in their heads. And as per the consequences, I certainly killed them. Those poor animals got better homes and those ugly humans got a better world to live- hell. I am honored to do that favor.

Right now, Midnight stands near the door and peeks in. I tilt my head to side indicating her to sit beside me. She jumps and rushes towards me and hop into my lap.

Thank devil Katerine is not here. I definitely would have been hard.

I pick the chaotic Midnight in my arms and she purrs before playfully clawing at my arms and then at my neck. She stops suddenly when she notices something at my collarbone.

I drift my eyes to the spot and I laugh at the reaction of my cat to such a trivial thing. My mouse left that mark on me two days ago. Midnight is not used to seeing me bitten by a crazy mouse.

When she doesn't lift her claw again, I forcefully take her small claw and scratch myself lightly with it. She retreats her claw and bow her head.

"Hey, its not you. You did not do this to me so stop feeling guilty." I pat her head gently and she frees herself from my grip and walks out of the door. No doubt I melt so easily for this cat. She pisses me off but at the same time is the nicest to me. No one has ever been so humble to me in my whole life. Everyone else loathes me. She is the first creature who was ever with me willingly. Followed by my mouse.

I call Midnight a few times but she stays out of the room. She thinks that she left this mark. And feels guilty about it. And I have never been sad when anyone else do this to me. I ignore most of them. But if my own cat is like this- feels sad for something she did not do, then I am the one who feels worse than her.

When after so many calls she stays outside the room, I wrap the sheet around my waist like a towel and leave the room to take my cat back into it.

I find Midnight sitting near a flowerpot. I bought it for her when she always went into the deep forest for playing. And I used to freak out when I didn't find her in the house. She was always at least ten kilometers away from the house. Its then I bought the flowerpot. The garden of roses followed afterwards. It is all for her.

She sits there quietly and I sneak into her so-called personal space and pick her up by surprise. Despite being a cat she squeals like a mouse and I take her back into the room giggling.

I slam her on the bed and follow after her but keep her in place with my hands. She meows and I smile at the shine in her eyes. Its the shine which kept me alive for all these years. 

I take her little claws in my hands and pretend as if we are fighting. I bring her claw to my face and tilt my head sideways pretending she just punched me. It takes her just a small action to get into the play.

I free her claws of my grip and she jumps excitingly. We wrestle for a few minutes and then in no time she is on top of me with me being defeated. I count to three and she finally runs in circles on my torso.

After that we play who punches whom. Our own gameplay. She throws her claw at my cheek and I tilt my head. Then I poke her face with my finger and she dramatically falls on the bed with a pained mewl. Pretty good at acting.

She gets up and prepares to punch me again but I pretend to take out a gun and point my two fingers at her. She shakes her head frantically and I shoot her. She falls on the bed without any noise and closes her eyes.

I laugh at the act. I call her a few times but she doesn't respond. I lay beside her and bring my hand near her but she opens her eyes and meows loudly trying to scare me.

I gasp. "Whoa. I got so scared. Good job, Midnight." I slide her to my side and she purrs with so much proud dripping from her tone. I love when she easily believes in my lies. But what I love more is the fact that she feels proud whenever she does something new. Like right now- scaring me.

I pet her head and she snuggles to my side more. I smile and bury my nose in her back. She meows and my smile widens. A thought comes to my mind suddenly.

"Midnight?" I ask with so much gentleness I never knew I had.

"Meow."

I smirk. I am certainly going to do something stupid tonight.

"I think if I could bring your mum here. Will you be happy to meet her?"

She meows excitingly and I tip my head back in relief. I am glad Midnight likes Katerine. It would have been a lot difficult for me if it were the opposite.

After some patting, Midnight fell asleep. Its been almost an hour with me patting a sleeping cat. But I simply don't stop. Patting her while she is asleep is one of the parts I love when I am with her. I even do enjoy it, but right now I couldn't help thinking about my mouse.

Maybe its time she comes to know about me. Maybe its the time I show my real side to her. After all, I can't remain hidden in the shadows entire time. But one thing's sure- once she gets to know who I am, she will never be able to leave me. That's fucking sure.

But how do I do this, without getting her scared. I will definitely kill those motherfuckers but before that I need to keep my mouse safe. And I will do anything to keep her with me and that too, all good.

The point is, that I will not be able to do that without getting her stained in blood. To avoid that, I must be there in time. But how do I reach there in time?

After so many strategies I find the best way to kill them and keep Katerine with me at the same time. I don't care if she gets bloodied while doing this. There is no way she is not going to get dirty so there is no need to try keeping her out of it.

I will have to just do as I planned and everything will be fine. But for doing this I will have to resist my urge to kill her. And I will try my best.

Sorry Katerine, this is the day you'll wish you never met me but there is no going back after this. And I will do everything today you wish I never did including...