The Creator's Past | AnotherWorld: Original

Chapter 20 - Consolation of Being

"Why are you so tense?" The creator asked, her hands now clutching at her waist. Squinting her golden eyes in confusion.

"Oh, nothing...I-I... don't know...." He stuttered.

Felicia noticed that he was being cautious, every word was chosen carefully. Unlike how he always lets out what was on his mind despite it being too daring for him. She bit her cheek, figuring out why the premature attitude.

The immortal made her way and sat beside the mortal on the couch. Surprisingly Mocha recoiled backward, as if she were to harm him. Felicia paused at the sudden reaction.

 Mocha's face implated nervousness and cautiousness as she looked at him. He soon relaxed his joints realizing he had been taking it far overly obvious.

Moments of silence passed, and the two only looked into each other's eyes.

"Are you feeling scared or frightened?" Felicia asked, her eyes softened.

"What? Scared of what?" Mocha asked back, placing a fake smug grin on his face as he chuckled. His ears draw rearward slowly. Felicia noticed his body language, the feline-like one. She knew he was apprehensive at her presence.

Felicia eyed him, she knew he was lying to her face. Mocha felt even more tense, afraid that his acting didn't pay off.

"Of me."

Mocha shook his head rapidly "No, No I don't..." He let out a laugh, "Why should I?"

The creator wasn't satisfied with the answer and knew it was a noticeable lie. She had to figure it out herself, giving him a once-over. She swiftly and abruptly lifted her arms up to her neck and rubbed them in a pretend gesture, Purposefully testing the lying traveler.

 Mocha flinched as expected.

"Sure." She scoffed as she rolled her eyes. Turning her gaze to the fireplace, which the fire was scorching the woods, danced with destructively beautifulness. "You really think I was going to hit you."

"You're really a monster after all."  The voice echoed in Felicia's mind.

Mocha felt exposed, he looked at Felicia who was staring at the fireplace. A face loomed with remorse and melancholy, which made the traveler feel the same. Mocha positioned himself sitting legs folded, his body facing directly at Felicia. His small hand was placed on her thigh, noticing how rigid she got as she felt the contact, angry towards herself.

Felicia was dismissed from her mind as she felt a warm sensation on her hand. She looked to her side and saw Mocha placing his hand on hers. With his cute bright eyes, he tried to reassure her.

"I'm sorry." The traveler murmured.

"Do not be guilty, It is not your fault." Felicia said. Still not relieved nor loosened up.

Mocha began to caress her bulky arm, he rested his head on her shoulder. Felicia could not help but feel butterflies in her stomach at the moment. A blush spread across her face as she glanced to the side, hiding it from Mocha. She bit her bottom lip, trying to restrain herself.

"You still haven't answered my question..." Mocha said, lifting his head off from Felicia, facing her with determination. His feline ears stood tall. Felicia felt a relief in her heart as he got up, breaking the proximity.

"Which one? You've asked too many." Felicia faced him, she darted her eyes away then she looked into him over and over. She felt like a lump in her throat that forbade her to answer him. 

"Are you a monster?" Mocha repeated, waiting for an answer.

Felicia bowed her head low, lost in her own thoughts. The polished floor stood a reflection of her pulsating hypnotic eyes, staring back at her with a grin, displaying razor-sharp fangs. The distorted mind of hers remembered how she turned out, with a face so evil, with a dragon's horn standing menacingly, with a leopard pattern all over her skin, and with wings stood tall bathed in the color of blood.

"I am a monster." She muttered.

As the traveler listened to Felicia's response, he felt a chill run down his spine. Despite his expectations, her words sent a shiver down his spine, his fear and anxiety rising with each passing moment. The struggle to control himself was evident, trying to keep his emotions at bay, but the fear and tension were too strong.

"Happy now?" Felicia teased.

 Then the werecat pouted. His eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Not funny, Felic." He expressed. "So you can transform into a monster then? You're a bad immortal aren't you?" He crossed his arms, his cute pouty face remaining unchanged.

Felicia raised her eyebrows, confused at his sudden attitude. "Shouldn't he be afraid?" 

For a second he was scared and then he was suddenly touchy, and now he was angrily irritated. His mood swings made the creator realize how ironic a cat's mood constantly changes compared to the man who sat beside her.

"I am not a bad one." Felicia corrected him. 

"But you have the corruption power, you have the dark energy in you!" Mocha exclaimed as his fingers curled. His brown long tail swatted the arm of the sofa behind him.

Felicia let out a deep sigh, "I didn't go murder and destroy anything for now, right ?" She trailed off, her voice was low and lamentable. She crossed her legs and interlaced her fingers together with a scoff, "I restrained myself for 500 years."

Mocha halted himself, reconsidering the words. "Yeah, I guess." He grumbled.

Moments of silence passed again, Felicia only looked straight to the fireplace, staring ceaselessly. Mocha couldn't help but let himself fall to the sofa, and with crossed arms he lay down. Felicia only could think of how this matter would always be ongoing, as the werecat always asking and uncovering her dark side. Deep down she was afraid it would turn bad enough for him to leave her eventually.

Afterward, Felicia recalled a place in her mind. A place to reassure and a place to rechoice. Consider it as a final, getting-to-know-each-other session. She looked at the man beside her, eyes wandering around to the twitching ears.

"Do you want to know what type of monster I am?" Felicia asked, her mouth contorted with a smirk.

Mocha cringed at the word but was astounded at her sudden pretentious, indecent manner. "Why? is there any difference?" Mocha asked. His ears twitched, alerting him of the upcoming new knowledge. 

"Certainly. In the meantime, we can figure out what you are."