Vic gave a start of surprise, having seen the man on her bed. The man kept silence. Victoria looked intently at him. She didn’t like his countenance, but she liked the feeling she had in the first seconds when the demon appeared.
‘Kharon…’ she whispered.
Suddenly the window opened because of unexpected mad wind. The candles were blown out one by one. The light twinkled and was gone. The scans flew up, curling into an amazing whirlwind. Pens, pencils, brushes, small objects began to turn under the unusual wind pressure, fluttering the red hair, endlessly throwing it on the eyes.
Victoria was nervous. She was scared. The boisterous weather in the flat pretty enough frightened the girl.
‘Kharon!’ she said louder, trying to get fluttering spikes away from her face.
The wind didn’t stop. The man, keeping the deadly disappointment on his face, was sitting and looking at the drawn pentacle. He didn’t see the scared girl.
‘Kharon. Please…’ panic tears ran down her cheeks.
Fear almost provoked hysteria. The girl was shacking. There was no light, but the feeble moon threw off its rays at the sad demon’s face.
Having heard “please” Kharon finally lifted his eyes and stood up sharply. The rough weather wasn’t going to calm. The wind was getting stronger, pieces of paper were flying, light twinkled sometimes.
‘What are you doing?’ he asked in a sepulchral voice and looked down into her eyes.
At that moment Victoria understood what to be feared meant. There was a real fire in the demon’s eyes, and the tongues of fire seemed to be about to break away and burn it all down the tubes. His hands, holding the girl, were deathlike cold. His lips were pale-blue-violet colour, compressed so strong to turn into a thin thread that was going to tear.
‘What are you doing?’ he asked his question again, pressing her shoulder stronger.
Victoria was staring at the flaming fire in the demon’s eyes, being afraid of looking away.
‘I…’ she stuttered.
‘You.’ The demon’s voice thundered in her ears.
‘I wanted to see you’ at least Vic lied and closed her eyes.
Kharon grinned but didn’t let the girl.
‘See me?’ he asked. ‘Do I have to trust you? A human child… full of ancient malice… You’re lying!’
Slowly the rough weather in the house was coming to rest. The mad album pages, wrinkled and torn in places, began to get down in a gentle leaf fall; the wind calmed; but there was no light still.
‘I…’
‘You’re shaking…’ the demon tucked her fluttered hair behind her ear.
‘You’ve scared me,’ Vic answered, gave a sob, trying to relax in the divine beauty arms.
‘You want to tie me to, don’t you?’
Having noticed no her complain, Kharon stared into her eyes, waiting for the answer. Vic turned away and took a sigh to calm down her animal fear swarming in the depths of her soul and consciousness.
‘No…That means, actually, yes… Kharon, I don’t know what to say…’
‘Tell me the truth. Do you know what the truth is? It is what you have here.’ The demon touched her chest. ‘And here,’ he put his finger at her temple, ‘here’s a lie…’
Victoria said nothing, was scared to look into the man’s eyes. He’d been still holding her shoulders, silently demanding her responsibility for her actions. But there was nothing of that.
‘Fine. You wanted to tie me up.’ Kharon confirmed. ‘Did I not tell you that it’s impossible? Did I not tell you that it is a very bad idea?’
