Light Bearer Guardians -- Prologue
Lena is a part of an ancient order that is sworn to protect and guide humanity. When one of her wards is murdered, she begins to question if she is really meant to be a guardian. A war is waging between the Light and the Dark and Lena must battle with her own inner demons.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Lena just stood, staring at the corpse of a woman curled up in a fetal position. Grotesque bruises marred her skin. Blood smeared over deep gashes. Fresh rivulets of crimson made meandering paths down her skin to the pool about her on the pavement. Lena pressed a hand to her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut. Tears escaped through the corners, dripping down her cheeks.
She had felt Matteo's presence before hearing him. She took a deep breath, turning to meet her mentor's eyes. She could see the pity in them. It was pity she didn't want nor would she allow him to comfort her.
"Don't," she rasped, shaking her head. "I don't want to hear it."
"She made her own choice, Lena. There was nothing you could do."
She let out a scream as she sunk to her knees in front of her deceased ward. She leaned over, gazing into the dead eyes of the young lady. Her hands fisted into the material of her gown. She felt the warmth of Matteo's body radiate off him as he drew closer to her. She could feel him lower himself beside her and she waited for the pressure of his hand on her back.
"Why?" she murmured, turning her head to look into his kind grey eyes. "Why does this happen?"
"Lena, we are here to help guide them. We can't always reach them. They will still choose whatever path they wish to."
"Then what is the point of this?" she gasped, once again eyeing the slain body in front of. "We sit back and watch as they walk into danger. Is that all we're capable of doing?"
Matteo grabbed her chin, forcing her eye to look him in the eye. "You know we can't interfere. That is our way and you know it."
Furiously, Lena pushed him away, stumbling to her feet. She wanted to get away from her ward and from her mentor. She wanted to forget this ever happened. She wanted the pain stop splintering her into pieces, but it wouldn't let her. Sometimes, she hated this gift of empathy. She could feel her ward's pain. She felt how she died. It was all too much and she didn't want to be seen like this. She was still processing everything.
She felt a hand grab her elbow and pull her back. She fought against Matteo as he wrapped his arms around her, cradling her into his chest. She struggled until she couldn't fight the warmth of his presence. He offered comfort and strength. He always did and that's why she resented how her body, mind, heart, and soul clung to him like it did. She couldn't stop it when she reached up, pressing her lips up against his. She felt him still in shock before slowly melting against her. She enjoyed the feel of him, kissing her back. His memories pumped through her mind and his presence overwhelmed her until he came back to his senses. Yes, he always came back to his sense. When he started to pull away from her, she shoved him back and just shook her head.
"I don't want to hear that either," she told him, already knowing his usual denial. "Don't you have others to tend to and teach not console the screw up who can't even keep her ward alive?"
Before he could respond, she disappeared, cloaking herself in invisibility. She heard him growl in frustration. She knew he could still feel her presence, but he just didn't know where she was. He shook his head as he looked around.
"We will talk about this, Lena."
She watched him disappear in a shimmer of bright light. Once again, she was left alone with her deceased ward. She walked back over, crouching down next to the body.
"Why couldn't you have followed the signs, Miriam?"
A couple tears once again escaped down her cheeks before Lena forced herself to get up. She heard the police sirens in the distance and knew that it was time for her to leave. She did have other wards to protect and guide, but with this on her mind, she wondered if she was even cut out for being a guardian.
© 2014 MaeMG