“So what are we going to do now?” Vivian asked throwing her hands up in the air. The four of us are currently back in the hotel, in me and master’s suite.
“We can start by reading the book, the old woman gave to us.” Daniel suggested shrugging his shoulders lightly.
I brought out the shiny book from my hand bag, then started reading.
It only took me about a minute to go through the book, then took me about a minute to find the page that talks about the pen. Apparently the book isn’t just about the pen only but about many other magical artifacts.
“Wow, this is a lot to take in.” I breath out, throwing the book back on the center table.
“Okay…. Care to enlighten us.” Master Ethan said, sitting up on the bed fully concentrated on me, clearly interested in whatever knowledge I have derived from the book about the pen.
“Well, according to the book. The pen was created by a magician in the year 1915. His name is Henry jones. And his stage name was Elvis the elf. He looked a lot like an elf, so he kind of got the name from his high school.” I paused.
“So, you’re saying this man is the original owner of the pen.” Daniel asked. I’m pretty sure everything I just said was clear enough.
“Yeah, according to the book, he is.” I answered dryly.
“I think we should check him online.” Vivian suggested.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Daniel concurs with her idea. I brought out my phone then searched for the guy, *elvis the elf* on it.
I was able to find an article on the men, saying he communes with spirit and ghost. It also says Elvis had a magic pen, in which he used in performing magic, unlike every other magician who would normally use a wand. According to the write up, it says here that whatever Elvis draws or write with his pen, always comes to life. I guess that explains my characters coming to life. I went on to explain what I read to the others.
“Is it mentioned anywhere in the blog, on how to bring everything back to the way it was or how to at least solve the problem.” Daniel questions.
“Nope. It doesn’t.”
“I’m guessing for that, we can check the old book the old lady gave to us.” Master suggested.
Daniel brought out the old book from inside of his jacket, then threw at the center table. I picked it up and then went through it. I was mostly looking for the solution we needed, so all I did was skip through stuffs I felt was useless.
“Found something!” I yelled excitedly. Everyone paid attention to me.
“So… it says here, that to return things back to the way it was.. all the person has to do is, burn the book where the wishes was written in the first place.” I stared at my master as I said the words out loud. As we held each other gaze, I believe he knew what exactly was going through my mind at the moment.
If we indeed burn the book, everything.. including him would go back to normal, he will seize to exist.
“Okay, now that we know this… I guess our next step is heading back to Janice house, then we can burn the book.” Daniel said standing up, heading to the hotel room door.
“Do we really have to burn the book. I just got use to being alive or should I say living. At least, don’t we get to enjoy this.” Vivian said stopping Daniel in his tracks.
“We have to put an end to whoever holds the pen now, and the only way is destroying the book. We don’t know what this person is capable of, after all… the old woman did say.. he who holds the pen is evil.”
“So… what if this character doesn’t exist in our book. What if this character is from a different book.. do we get to stay?” Vivian asked daniel, looking so emotional.
I kind of get her, I guess… I don’t want my master leaving me. Daniel kept quiet for a little while, thinking about what Vivian just said.
“I don’t think it would be right for us to do that. We do not belong in this world.” Daniel said. I could tell he is really having a hard time saying those words.
“We should probably leave this discussion for another day. Let’s try going back to Janice’s house first. We leave first thing in the morning” My master mutters loud, laying on the bed.
Vivian sighed loudly, then walked out the door… Daniel followed her.
Both me and my master remained in silent, both of us in our thoughts.
“What are you thinking of, slave.” My master asked. I turned to face him on the bed.
“I don’t think I can bare loosing you.” I whispered.
His hands envelope my waist, then he pulls me closer to his body, lowered his lips on mine.
The kiss wasn’t like anything we have ever shared. It was different. Through his kiss, I could sense sadness, I could sense anger… anger for not being able to control the future. I could sense helplessness, we both don’t have choice, this is matter of doing what is right.
As we kissed, I felt his hands crawling up my legs… to the middle of my leg… he grazed the opening of my cunt, at the same time stroking his tongue deeply into my mouth.
He thrust a finger into my cunt, thrusting it really deep into me… “Fucckkkk.” I moaned into the kiss.
He went in really deep till his finger was all buried deep in me, then he added another finger… and then another finger, I couldn’t breathe… at the moment I was divided between returning my master’s kiss, or lay back and revel in his torturous fingers.
“I want you.” He whispered huskily in my ear, licking the back of my ear sensually. Fuck!
“Then please have me master. For I am yours alone.” I groaned.
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Waking up in my masters arms felt so wonderful, I just wish I could stay in his arms forever, I don’t want to ever let go of him.
I sluggishly stood up from the bed, went to the bathroom and bath, then prepared a bath for my master. I woke him up, and while he was bathing, I got ready and also packed our stuffs.
Once master was done getting ready, together we went down to the lobby in silence. Vivian and Daniel was already at the lobby waiting for us, so.. after me and master returned our key to the receptionist, we then left the hotel and in no time we were on a plane heading back to Florida, where I live.
We arrived at Florida safely, took a taxi back to my house… and the first thing I did was to go in search of my book. The book where I wrote Vivian story, and also the other story of that girl I attended her burial. But to my surprise, the book wasn’t there anymore.
“So… where is the book?” Daniel questioned as I came out of the basement back to the living room empty-handed.
I stared at him speechless… “The.. the.. book.. book is no longer there.” I stuttered, pointing toward the basement.
“What do you mean is no longer there, we saw the book when we were searching for the pen.” Vivian exclaimed, giving me the *are you going crazy* look.
“Yes, but it is no longer there. For some reason I can’t find it.” I am scared, I am so freaking scared at the possibility that the one with the magic pen has taken it.
My thoughts got proven right, when we all heard footsteps coming down the steps… We all looked in the direction of the steps, I can’t talk for the others… But I couldn’t breathe well. I was in fear.
“Looking for this?” The owner of the footsteps asked, as he reveals his self, having a smirk on his face… showing of my book.
I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me, he is the *One who holds the pen*