Mother of Darkwaters: Book one of the Vessel series by Tony C. Skye Read Free Book Online Page B

for that mistake. We are still paying. And the debt is not yet collected in full. Most of what we did was because of the humans. As a result, some of us are punished to live among them. We have been forced to watch, listen, and to wait.”
       The man turns and examines the girl writing. She writes fast and is good at what she does. He holds his words until her pen stops. When she looks up he smiles his approval. With a nod, he turns and continues his speech.
       “We watch the humans evolve. We listen to them whine and argue over their existence. And we must wait for the time to come for our final payment to be made. Yes, we grow tired of them.”
       “The human existence has become our playground. Our very punishment places us within this scenario. But even with this, we grow tired of their insistent groaning. They argue and deny the true nature of their makeup because they do not understand those parts which are unmeasurable by their limited understanding of measures. And for some, they just don't want to know.”
       “We, however, are very aware of the human's complete makeup. While they waste their short-lived lives arguing over and over again, we interact with them each and every day. We speak to them, but they believe it to be their own ideas. We influence them, but they call it a hidden desire – a feeling. The more they deny our existence, the easier it is for us to affect them. It is quite entertaining when I truly think about the irony.”
       “While I, myself, enjoy the challenges of subtlety, there are some of us that do not. I believe the label the humans use today is haters.” The man pauses. He turns and looks at Caroline.
       “Haters?”, he questions, “Is this correct?”
      
       Caroline looks up and smiles with a single nod of acceptance. The man ignores her amused facial expression and turns back around.
       He continues, “Those who are haters wish to torment the humans. They enjoy such things tremendously. They will scratch them, burn them, and make objects move in the human realm in order to heighten their fear. The haters will manipulate dream cycles. Nightmares, I believe they are referred to.”
       “Needless to say, we are far superior to humans. We interact with them persistently. But they deny their own existence to the point they cannot see the truth within our existence. To our benefit, I assure you. This denial is our strength. It gives us the ultimate advantage. And we aim to keep it this way. The more they deny – the more we can play.”
     
       beep. beep. beep.
       Caroline faintly hears what seems to be a noise made by some type of electronic device. It is familiar, but is too muffled to distinguish its true nature.
     
       beep. beep. beep.
       The seventeen-year-old feels the presence of the tall being in front of her. She looks up to meet his inviting gaze. The girl imagines falling into those brown dove’s eyes. She could lose herself in him without any care left in the world. Her hands sweat in anticipation as the mystical being offers her his own large hands for the taking. He smiles his boyish grin while he helps her stand.
      
       beep. beep. beep.
       Caroline's eyes drift toward the thickening sounds of repetitious electronic pulses coming from her left. Her attention focuses back onto the being when he places one of his hands upon her chest. His warmth covers her heart. The sudden surge of power causes Caroline's legs to turn weak. She has a strong desire to faint. The girl fights to stand upright, but the option is not there. She collapses into his strong arms. He gently lays her on the cool marble floor.
       Before Caroline's eyelids force themselves shut, the gorgeous man nears his lips close to her right ear. As her eyes close, she embraces his words,
       “You are mine, earthly-one. I feel your desire. I know your heart. And you have intrigued me, Recorder.”
     
     
       beep. Beep. Beep.
       Caroline sits