Saving langdon

Ignite

I stood in front of the steamed up mirror. Ringing out the water from my long hair. So many questions were unanswered where had Constance gone? And why? I began to trace back to the memories that lingered in this bathroom. The pentagram on the mirror, the shadow figure my mind tried to connect the dots. Off course my rational mind disguised it as distress, but part of me wanted to believe there was something more.

Hiding underneath the cracks of the apparent signs, dreams. I began to question what did Michael know? Why does he ask about my nature? What am I?
A knocking on the door disturbed the silence.

"Lill are you okay in there?" Michael asked neediness dripping off his voice.
"Yes I won't be long" I hummed. I rushed to get the day started and shoved on some clean clothes.

When I came out the bathroom Michael sat on the bed fiddling with his hands. He looked so young and innocent. "Michael did Constance tell you where she was going?" I asked catching his attention. I noticed his glare up at me it was filled with sorrow.

"Next door. She's dead" when the words fell out of his mouth my heart stopped. My first accusation seemed to fall on Michael she was terrified of him was that why? I backed up against the door. My face filling with fright. I flinched as Michael stood up.

"She took a bunch of pills I found her with a glass still in her hand." He says voice almost trembling.
"W-why the house next door?" I whisper barely able to speak. "I'll show you why." He spoke.

My mind was heavy with doubt I was uneasy. At this moment I didn't trust Michael something was so wrong about this whole situation. I tried to play it cool and put his mind at ease, but I was transparent my terror was prominent. "I need to feed midnight and I-" he stopped me. "I already did Lill. You said you'd help me." His voice grew louder more stern as if he could smell my doubt in him.

"Forget it. I'll go." He turned away and walked out of the bedroom. I wanted to follow, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just sat on my bed helpless and remorseful. I'm already involved. It's too late to back out now. I need answers if I can help him I will. I guess this means I'm going to the house.

Slowly but surely I stroll up the street. The coldness had returned to my body. I pass Michaels house. It looked vacant. My heart ached a little knowing the loss of Constance's soul. It wasn't hard to believe she had ended her own life. Her eyes told a tragic story but her false smile and jolly facade told me something else.

As I approach the house next door it also looks vacant. The tall house had big gates leading to the front door. I push the gate which opens with ease. I could tell no one lived here judging by the neighbours opposite with their jaws on the ground at the sight of me walking in. What's the deal with this house?

I reach out about to knock to make sure, but the door slowly creeps open. Hmm. I take my first step inside, swarmed with buzzing and ringing my body submerges in what I can only describe as energy. It was liberating. I knew there was something to be found in this house.

The house was quiet but at the same time so noisy internally. The atmosphere quite literally had a life of its own. The sound of a glass clinking down on to a table caught my attention. Constance.

I swivelled round following the noise followed by a familiar laugh. There sat Constance at the table. She looked well a real smile sat upon her face. "It's come to my attention dear that I was wrong." She spoke.

I stood in awe. She's alive? "You are doomed. Destined for evil. You won't escape my grandson." She spoke again. I made my way closer to her ignoring her words. "Constance I thought you were-"
"Dead yes. I'm a kindered soul. My spirit will live on this house. It's where I want to be. God rid me of that boy. I couldn't take it. But apparently there's plans for you missy. Plans you don't even know about." Her words didn't entirely make sense to me. A spirit? I was talking to an entity rather than a person?

The idea wasn't too far out of my reach id always known there was more to this world than meets the eye. "My advice? Leave." She spoke her face turning sour, lighting a cigarette.
"Don't listen to her." A male voice spoke behind me.
"I'm Ben Harmon. I've heard about you, im a friend of Michaels."

My eyes grew wider. "Are you Aliv-"
I'm cut short once again. "No, none of us here are alive. This house is a home for people like us. Our souls will live on." I nod while listening hearing Constance sigh behind me. "Give up girl your going down the wrong path." She says whilst walking further into the kitchen.

"Lill? Right? Come with me." Ben spoke I followed him up the enchanting staircase. I was taken back by my willingness their presence did not phase me.

"It's actually Aphra but I guess Michael prefers Lill." We teach a room with two inviting chairs. Ben sits down gesturing for me to take the chair opposite.
"Why does Michael bring so much pain to Constance?" I ask bravely taking my seat.

"I guess his birth was complicated. It killed my wife. He was born in a tragic way it bought great pain to us. Constance took him in, he's troubled yes. But is he evil like she says I would disagree." He was talking sense which I appreciated in these manic times.

"Your his farther?" I gasped.
He smiled looking down. "No but I try to treat him as if I were. I want to help. And me being here I can't always be there. I know he's fond of you. Says your special." As he spoke I shifted in my seat I could feel my cheeks getting flustered.

"I believe him. He's going to stay here but I want you to be friends. He needs it you can come here anytime you like to talk I'm not going anywhere." He laughs. I smiled politely .

"I can do that. I want to help." The sound of the front door swinging open caused my eyes to open jumping slightly. Ben smiled gesturing for me to go. As I walked out I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Lill I thought you didn't want to come?" Michael asked shocked by my presence but his face soon turned into a big grin.
"I'm here for you." I spoke Looking back to see Ben smiling.

Michael pleasantly smiled. "How about we go make some lunch? I have lots of food that needs to get eaten and I'm sure as hell you haven't had anything to day." My suggestion only makes him beam more. "Let's go." I grab his hand sending a warm imprint through my arm which I was almost thankful For.