The Demon's Soul

Chapter 42 Haunting- Part 2

"Luke? What’s wrong?" I heard a man’s voice. Raising my line of sight, I saw Canrart who looked worried at me and stood with a book in his hand.

"Lillian drank the winter bottle which was in Charlie’s room and someone tried drinking her blood," Luke replied and I felt someone’s hand on my forehead.

"She doesn’t seem to have a fever so the amount of wine she drank must be pretty less but enough to give an edge," Canrart said after checking my temperature on my forehead.

"Why aren’t you asleep? It’s three in the morning," Luke stated. "Just a little trouble in getting sleep," I heard a sigh.

"You should go meet him tomorrow," I blurted without thinking what I said and saw Canrart smile.

"I will, Lilly."

"Alright, we are going up. See you in the morning Canrart," Luke said as he began walking towards the stairs.

"Goodnight, Lilly, and Luke," Canrart said behind us.

When we reached the room, Luke kicked the door open with his leg. Stepping inside he placed me on the bed and crouched down to unstrap my shoe, throwing it in one of the corners. Repeating the same with the other leg, he then got up to go to the closet for clothes. He pulled out a nightdress of mine and placed it on the bed. He then went to another closet to pull out clothes for him to wear.

"I’ll go take a shower so that in the meantime you can change your clothes, okay?" he asked me and I nodded, with that he went to the bathroom.

I heard the sound of water after a few seconds once the door was closed. Crawling on the bed, I pulled my clothes that was placed there. When I pulled my dress above my head and was wearing my shorts, I heard a tiny screech of sound. I looked around to find the source but didn’t hear it again. Maybe the wine and sleep was kicking in now. I was done wearing a shirt and was stuffing my dress in the closet not bothered to fold it neatly as I had no patience for it right now.

While closing the closet I heard the screeching sound again but this time it was louder and more prominent to hear. It was like fingernails being scraped on the board. I turned to find a man in his forties covered in blood with an ax in his hand standing near the foot of the bed.

"How did you get in?" I asked him and saw a twisted smile on his face. For an odd reason, I felt I knew him but I didn’t know how or where I had seen him.

"Wrong question," he whispered. I moved away from him, keeping a good amount of distance between us.

"LUKE!!" I called out but there was no response from the bathroom.

"Wrong words, try again," his creepy voice spoke to me.

"What do you want?" I asked him and saw him raise his long muddy fingers towards me. I went to the bathroom and banged it for it to open, revealing Luke who wasn’t wearing a shirt.

"What’s the matter, Lillian?" he asked me before I crashed into his body.

"T-there’s someone in the room," I said as my voice cracked at the end. I turned back to see the man who was holding the ax was not there anymore. Luke scanned the room with his eyes slowly and then met mine.

"There’s no one here, darling," he said as his brows furrowed. Where was the person? He was right there until Luke opened the door. Luke must think I was crazy now, "How did the person to look?" he asked me.

"He was old like in his forties, as tall as me. He was covered in blood and with a wooden ax in his hand," I explained and asked him, "Am I going crazy?"

"No, you aren’t," I heard him say as he pulled back completely, "We live in a world that has supernatural creatures roaming, if a person didn’t learn to take what you just said that would be crazy," he said with a grin and pulled me to the bed with him.

"It might be due to stress mixed with the alcohol the reason you are hallucinating," he said and I shook my head.

"I heard it clearly and I spoke to him too. When I asked what he wanted he pointed his finger to me," I said and then something clicked in my head, "Luke, do you historical records in the library here?"

"Come," he said picking up his shirt and I caught sight of a deep scar on his back before it was covered with the shirt.

"You have a scar," I stated as we walked and saw his lips curve at it, "How did you get it?"

"I received it as a memory from someone who was dear to me a long time ago," he replied and I just nodded in silence. Did he have someone he loved years back? He must have but what if he was going to marry me only to revive his lover just like Ace? "I’m not Ace, Lillian," he stated.

"Yeah," I whispered softly.

"My fifth question was if you can trust me?" he stopped to ask me. It felt more like a dejavu because Ace had asked me to trust him too and I did blindly that time without a question.

"I’m not sure...though I want to I’m scared to trust anyone," I replied to his question truthfully.

Luke had been open in his thoughts and had also saved me, he was the reason I was alive right now. Also, today when the crazy vampire wanted to drink blood from me, I was glad to find Luke and I knew he would catch me in time by just calling his name.

"It’s a yes or no question," he said seriously, his eyes bored into mine waiting for me to utter the word. After a few seconds I answered,

"Yes," and saw his eyes lit up. He surprised me as pulled me to wrap his arms around me.

"You have no idea how much that means to me, Lillian," he breathed those words above my head while his chin rested on top of my head.

"You’re being too sweet today," I confessed.

"Just until the sun rises up. Let’s head to the library," he hummed and then pulled back to look at me.

When we reached the library, I went to look through the sections while Luke sat there going through a large book. As my fingers ran through the names of the books, I found a book and pulled it out from the rack. Opening the book, I flipped the pages. I went through many pages until I caught sight of the picture of a person I saw a few minutes back in the room.

"This is the person I saw up in the room," I said taking the book towards Luke to show him. He frowned looking at it.

"That’s not possible," he murmured with his brows furrowed.

"Who is it?" I asked him curiously.

"If you read the details down there it tells how a man killed his daughter to revive his wife but something went wrong while he tried transferring the soul. Someone intervened to protect the girl’s soul but in the process, the soul was lost and called the demon’s soul," he said gauging my reaction and I gulped hearing it. My head felt it was spinning after hearing what Luke said,

"That was your father in your previous life. The one who killed you."