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Victoria felt fear which she had long since forgotten. For a long time Kharon hadn’t changed his intonation towards her, he had been always kind and polite as well as delicate and tolerant. Generally, he was like a gentleman. The girl had had time even to forget that he was a demon. Whatever had come over him during the dialog that the sound of his voice got covered with dryness and darkness, that his look got gloomy and his hands became cold. Vic didn’t understand.
‘Kharon, I…’ Vic took a step back, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t really mean to insult you…’
‘Insult?’ the demon smirked. ‘To insult a demon? Do you know, love, what I like about you most of all? No one can be angry with you for a long time. Even if he or she wants to, you’ll fix it!’
‘I’m sorry,’ the girl glanced down. ‘I do really believe that it wasn’t dream! How can it be explained then?’
‘Impossible!’ Kharon grabbed the girl. ‘I’ll prove that we’re speaking about oblivion!’
‘How?’
‘Confirm these: the spirit, help, language? Is that right?’
‘Yes, that is.’
‘You remember it as you remember yourself all your life?’
‘Yes.’
‘Ok then. Call the spirit now.’ Kharon folded his arms. ‘Come on, love, say the spell and make it come out. Now.’
Victoria was silent. Suddenly she became ashamed and awkward feeling caught her. If Kharon was right then how stupid and awkwardly she would look like after she said the spell, waiting for someone to appear.
The girl shook her head. Kharon started slowly calming down as he understood that he sounded more convincing than her.
‘Why do you refuse? It’s the best way to check if it was a dream. Say the spell.’ The demon’s voice insisted.
‘Spiritus inferior,’ Victoria whispered.
‘Keep on’ the demon said.
‘Loco, protinus.’ Vic looked at his amber eyes. ‘Spiritus inferior, loco, momentaneus. Spiritus inferior fatis huc te poscentibus affers.’
‘Where’s the spirit?’ Kharon asked the girl who wasn’t so confident.
‘I… I don’t know.’ Vic looked asides seeking for the creature.
‘Doesn’t it prove that you were in oblivion?’ the demon finally smiled, holding the girl tighter.
None of them noticed the old dog behind them.
With a heavy heart Victoria came into the ward. It was silent. The smell of medicine. The support with the dropping-bottle. A woman lay with closed eyes, the mouth was half-opened. There was no move.
Vic sat on the edge of the bed. The grandma hardly could move her fingers. One leg was totally paralyzed, the second moved somehow. The granny was silent: she couldn’t speak anymore. A half of her face stopped obeying to the brain orders.
Kharon stayed in the doorframe. He was idly interested in looking at what would happen. Victoria’s confusion of feelings and experiences were transferred to him like through some wires. It was just a flurry, the heavy, surprising one of emotions.
Vic said nothing but kept on siting. She looked at the paralyzed old woman and didn’t understand why it had happened to her. She was thinking over it for a long time but didn’t find any answer. It often happened what happened, no one was insured, no one had delays. It just happened for some reasons and unexpectedly. No one was ready to be ill.
The demon was still in the door looking up at the girl and chewed gum. He had no thoughts. He didn’t know and face such grief. He wasn’t neither a sympathizer nor pitiful. Actually, he didn’t care. Despite his power of passion and lust, love mortification he was thick skin.
Victoria touched her granny’s hand and got pierced like by lightning. The girl felt the same feelings and emotions she had had when something had paralyzed her after she had left the bookshop… Then she realized and drew the parallel between what happened and her own feelings. Of course! She might have known it!
‘Kharon!’ the girl ran up to him and took him by the hand. ‘Let’s go!’
‘Is that all? We’re leaving?’ the demon understood nothing, following the girl with fast steps.
‘I’ve got it!’
‘What?’ he shouted after her. ‘What’ve you got? I wanna get it too! Vic!’
She ran to the coatroom. Vic quickly put on seeing no one around.
‘Hey, hey,’ Kharon had caught the girl before she left. ‘Wait. Stop. I’ve got 2 questions. The first one is where you’re running. The second: what did you get?’
‘I felt the thing happening to my granny! Remember? When we were at the bookshop? Then my mum called. Do you remember? I felt the same what my granny felt! But I didn’t understand then…’
‘What idiotic ideas come into your head, Victoria! Why don’t you believe in coincidence?’
‘Kharon!’ Vic frowned. ‘Why are you so sceptical? You’re the brightest representative of what doesn’t exist for people! How can you know anything about scepticism definition?’
‘It’s not scepticism, love, it’s realism. How did you get it and what made you think like this?’
‘When I touched her hand, I understood it. Everything I was getting through after the bookshop, came back to my mind in the shape of recollections.’
Kharon kept cool-headed apparently. But inside he didn’t know what to do. Vic was obviously suspicious of her secret gift and the task for the demon was to remove all her suspicions.
‘Come with me, I’ll show you something that does exist really.’
‘Where?’
‘Give me your hand.’
‘Where’re we going, Kharon?’
‘You told me once that you trust me… Give me your hand!’ Kharon insisted, embracing her tightly. ‘Come closer. You do know why you have to do it, love?’ the man smiled. ‘Close your eyes.’