Heart-To-Heart Talk With Hecate Gone Wrong
"Hey, wake up!" Blake heard a familiar voice while he was wandering in the dreamland.
"No, Mom. Let me sleep a little," Blake mumbled incoherently without waking up.
"Who wants to be your mom!" Hecate's roar made him jump off the bed in fright.
He scanned the room for any abnormalities but found nothing noteworthy.
"Why did you wake me?" Blake asked angrily when he found out it was just 5:30 A.M.
"You might have a big problem," Hecate said with a grin that made Blake feel uneasy.
"What's the problem?" Blake asked solemnly. Every time Hecate mentioned problems, it came to pass.
*A knock jolted him the moment he finished his question. He stared at the smiling Hecate suspiciously, before unsheathing his sword. He walked to the door slowly and vigilantly.*
He looked through the door monitor. It was connected to a camera outside.
He saw a short, pot-bellied man in a blue suit, which made him turn to Hecate in confusion.
He kept his sword and unlocked the door, only to be greeted by the amicable smiling face of the man, but he dropped a piece of bad news.
"Good morning, Master Blake. I am Ezra, the manager of this hotel. I'm sorry to inform you that we are unable to accommodate your stay here any longer. You should leave now," the man said with a smile still plastered on his fat, short, round face.
"But it's not yet twenty-four hours?" Blake questioned with a nasty grimace.
"Nobody would want to accommodate a devil," the man said amicably.
"A devil? Fine, give me my refund," Blake said with raised eyebrows.
"Refund? If you don't scram out of this hotel peacefully, you might not live to see the next day," the man said sternly, throwing away his fake smile.
"Fine. Allow me a second to pack my things." Blake suddenly smiled sweetly. Their roles were reversed. But the manager felt a sudden chill, and he couldn't pinpoint its origin.
Blake closed the door and started arranging his bag.
"Why do you always smile?" Hecate asked while swinging her legs as she sat on the table.
"Maybe it's because I've been a celebrity for a while. You know, I had to smile at my fans even when I'm angry or frustrated. But not every smile is a happy one," Blake said without looking at her.
'True. If I didn't know the level of hatred, I would have thought you were smiling at a friend a moment ago,' Hecate thought.
Blake carried his bag and walked out of the hotel. Ezra escorted him to the door.
"See you!" Blake waved at Ezra when he got to the gate.
Ezra felt weird because Blake behaved like a lunatic. Who happily waves at his enemy?
"At least he's gone," Ezra muttered to himself. He couldn't use force because he was informed that Blake had an unclear relationship with the Davis family.
"Where are you going?" Hecate asked while walking beside Blake. There were few cars on the road because it was still early. As he walked down the street, the streetlight cast a stretched shadow of his figure but missed Hecate.
"I will go to Brooke Main Street to rent a house," Blake said while walking with a bag strapped to his back. After walking in silence for a while, Hecate initiated a conversation.
"From your memories, you were tortured in the prison for a while, that's why you have such a staunch will. You got caught in a scheme that landed you in prison. Your friends left you. But what baffles me is that you're not a cold-blooded, psychopathic fellow," Hecate said as she waved her hand playfully in the air.
"You read my memories?" Blake asked in shock.
"The psychic transfer of the skill is a two-way process. It filled me with your memories," Hecate said lightly without sparing Blake a glance, still busy making strange signs with her hand.
"Why didn't I get yours?" Blake asked with a frown.
"Your meager nineteen years of memory is nothing. But if you suddenly get too much memory, you might become mad. So, I blocked it. I performed a selected transfer. You haven't answered my question," Hecate turned to Blake and said with a mesmerizing smile.
Blake had to turn his face aside, to avoid doing something stupid. Her beauty and charms were on another level. He also resisted the urge to ask her age, since his nineteen years of memory is meager.
He said, after much thought and brainstorming, "I had no reason to be cold-blooded. My friends left me when I needed them, that's an error in my judgment of people. I got schemed against by some people in the dark, I was unlucky. I got tortured into admitting my crimes, that is what molded me into who I am today. Losing everybody I know to time, including my mom, is something I have no control over even if I was present,"
"What an optimistic fellow," Hecate mumbled to herself.
"What did you say?" Blake asked as he walked to the first door with a virtual screen that had 'vacancy' written on it.
"I said, if you get very powerful, you can bring back the dead," Hecate said with a smile.
Her words made Blake halt his steps. Plans started forming in his mind. He had already accepted the fact that she is very powerful and not from Earth. Moreover, there is no reason to lie to him. However, what she told him was sick. Something only God can do.
However, a thought with no connection to their present discussion sprang up in his mind.
'F**k me upside down! After she read my memory, she must have gotten the part where I plan to burn her soul if I ever get a chance,' Blake thought with a scowl.
He turned to her and asked nonchalantly, "Did you read all my memories? Including my thoughts?"
"Yes," Hecate said lightly.
"That means you know…" Blake's voice trailed off.
"Know what?" Hecate asked in confusion.
'Phew! Seems like she doesn't know,' Blake thought in relief.
"Do you mean the part where you plan to burn my soul?" Hecate abruptly asked with an innocent smile.
'Oh, sh*t!' Blake's heart raced until it nearly scrambled out of his chest.