Those Who Are Unwilling

"Judecca," said the lady clad in a dark Victorian era dress. She called the name as one would call a lover. Yet she wasn't given any responce from the beautiful fair-skinned, blue-eyed girl sitting while hugging her legs.

This silence would continue until finally the blue-eyed girl speaks. Her voice was so tiny that anyone who hasn't have the slightest idea that she will speak, will surely wouldn't be able to heard her.

"Why?" she asked the lady, still staring into nothing. There was a slight bitterness in her tone, like the mere act of talking disgusts her.

The lady smiled. "Still harboring a deep hatred towards me, eh? Judecca my dear, if it wouldn't because of me you will not even exist at all!" Walking slowly to the girl, her dress billowed elegantly as she moved.

The girl didn't say anything. Nor did her offer any gesture of confirmation that she acknowledge what the lady had said. She continued to sit motionless, the only movement from her was the batting of her eyelids at certain times. Regardless of anything, she didn't budge. Not even when the lady put her long, thin arms around her, hugging her closely that she seemed to be engulfed in the lady's dress.

"Judecca," the lady said, her lips were not far from the girl's right ear. "Please don't be like this. You of all people should understand the pain of being unwanted." She pressed against the girl's cheek, tasting her and breathing in her scent. "You know that I always have my eyes on you, do you? Ever since the first time I saw you, so frail and tiny a human could be, cradling the mangled remains of that man, I knew I wouldn't be able to forget you. I have put my mark on you so no matter where you are..." The lady purposely breathed into her ear, hoping she would show any sign.

She smiled when she felt the girl trembled lightly. The ears were her weak spots, the lady thought. How irresistablingly cute. Continuing her advances while watching the girl closely, she couldn't help but slowly caressing the fair-skinned neck, tracing the smoothness of it with her own soft fingertips, imagining the sensation of kissing it would bring to both of them. This time, the lady was the one who shuddered.

Out of the sudden, the girl turned her head, staring sharply into the lady's eyes, her own burned with hatred, seething with undescribable anger. She pushed the lady away and kept on gazing coldly at her.

"Don't touch me."

Three simple words, complimented by the tone she used while uttering them. It was clear that she was indeed dead serious.

Tears rolled down the lady's cheeks. She was denied the chance to earn the warmth of this very attractive girl and that was what she had been looking forward for many days. "Judecca, please..." she moaned.

"Leave me alone. Your presence irks me," the girl replied. Then she went back hugging her legs, burying her face into her arms. Her hair fell forward, shielding her from the lady's sight.

The lady didn't say anything more. She wasn't prepared for this as she thought the girl would fall for her so easily due to her charms that could seduce both men and women alike. Being rejected by someone she really wanted was something new to her.

"I see. So you won't even allow me to be next to you, aren't you? Do you know to what extend I suffer with you not being next to me? Do you know how much I wished that you would be mine even for a brief moment? I have given you a new life, and this is how you repay me? That perfect petite body, it was I who gave it to you and by right, I am able to claim it anytime I want!"

The lady breathed heavily, awaiting the sweet girl's reply. Wiping her tears and letting some fell onto her lap so to better display her emotion.

The girl raised her head. "I didn't ask you to revive me. I didn't even want to live once again, no matter in what form I returned into. I had enough with this sick world, a world of perpetual conflict. I wanted to escape, do you understand? Yet you came waltzing along, pulling me into your embrace, asking me to graze on your lips. That time, I thought you are an angel of Death, came to claim my soul, to ferry me into the afterlife," the girl said in a voice devoid of sympathy. "I was wrong. You did not come to put me out of my misery. You instead bound me to the world I wanted to escape so much. Do you realise what you have done? This new life you granted me, it's not a blessing. Of all thing, it is a curse."

"But dear Judecca, you are too beautiful a girl to be left dead. You do not deserve the fate that befell others. You do not deserve to be put underground, to be fouled by the stench of decay. The putridness of such smell will rob you of purity you possessed when you were alive. That is why I forged a new body for you and put you there. You are too lovely to be dead," the lady interjected. Her tears flowed even more as every single word she said felt like a thorn spat out from her mouth.

The girl was visibly upset by the revelation, evident by her chewing her lips and the way she casted down her head. "Then please, just kill me now. You brought me back, you must know how to send me to where I am supposed to belong."

The lady smiled weakly. "This is where you belong, Judecca. Forget about your mortal life, and live here with me. I... I have been so lonely without anyone so I created you to be my companion."

The girl, disappointed with the answer, once again buried her face into her arms.

"Dear, please don't be like that. I need you so much." The lady moved closer, her voice became a whisper to made the girl lower her defenses so she would be able to claim her.

The girl, perhaps sensing the movement, again raised her head. Casting a violent look at the lady, she said "I thought I told you to leave. Can't you hear? Your presence irks me."

That was all it took. The lady couldn't take it anymore. She slowly rose to her feet and then made her way to exit of the vast white room.

"Be the one I love, dear Judecca. I will not give up on you. Not yet," said the lady before closing the door.

Finally alone, the girl pulled out an old, crumpled photograph of a family of five. Four of them had their faces marked with an 'X'. The girl bit on her finger hard until she tasted blood, then drew a red circle around the remaining person's face.

"Mother, forgive me," she sobbed. "I am unable to meet you now that I am bound to walk on this wretched land for eternity."

She put the photograph close to her heart and silently cried.