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There was a part of him
that was embarrassed about it. However, there was also the
vulnerable part of him which desired concern and
protection.
    Gilda's eyes met his for a fleeting
moment. If there had been a glint of motherly thing there Hugh
thought he saw, it was gone like the speed of light as she told him
emphatically, "I will make it sure my dream pertains to only one
person." She proceeded to stand next to Helen.
    "What does it mean, Gilda?" Helen
demanded.
    "Rebecca could have sent them—" Gilda
announced while Helen gasped.
    "Oh, come on—" Hugh interjected. "She
can't have power over them!"
    "She's is that powerful. She can't only
heal. She can also destroy. Look at our dear boy, Xavier! It's her
doing," Gilda uttered.
    Hugh shrugged his shoulders dejectedly.
He was hoping for a different reaction from her—maybe something
that was more directed to him than her war against Rebecca
Blood.
    "I'll go eat now, I'm hungry," he
said.
    Helen kissed him soundly on the cheek.
Short from pushing him away from Gilda, she told him softly, "Go,
go! We'll be fine here."
    Hugh proceeded outside and closed the
door behind him. He stopped to pop the tablet into his mouth just
as the throbbing pain in his head started once again.
    God forbid, Gilda doesn't
kill Rebecca Blood, known to be the greatest healer,
herself… Hugh reflected. Even if she wants to. And if she does, hopefully,
she doesn't fail.
    If the stories Hugh heard about Rebecca
Blood were to be believed, she was as evil as Gilda perceived her
to be. Then, Gilda won't be left unharmed. Just like the countless,
unnamed enemies of the Bloods, Gilda will be spitting out roaches
and flies on her deathbed. If not, she may have to go into hiding
for the remaining days of her life.

Chapter 5
    Rebecca Blood
    "Are you healed?" the wind whispered in a voice that Rebecca Blood
was so familiar with. It was her own voice, only speaking from the
outside. After having lived and died all over again for the last
thousand years, the voice kept on asking, always demanding and
never satisfied. Perhaps, not once in Rebecca's many lifetimes was
she able to answer it satisfactorily, the rationale for its
recurrence every time she was on the brink of death.
    "Go, away! Don’t bother me,"
Rebecca said. I can’t think anymore…for
God’s sake! She dismissed the voice the way
she would anybody who did not matter.
    You sure, do not give people
a chance to really reflect on their lives and be thankful much
less —"…when dying can be this painful," she
finished off loudly.
    Anybody who would hear Rebecca will
certainly think she was already hallucinating and talking to
herself. But nobody was around.
    Rebecca attempted to crunch on her bed
with the help of all the propped up pillows behind her. However,
moving took so much effort and pain. She slumped back heavily and
uncomfortably, failing to rise an inch.
    How can she feel so numb yet
so painful at the same time? It entered
Rebecca's mind. It was ridiculous how she felt. Her long black mane
which she kept almost to her waist felt so heavy and hot. She felt
her muscles numb, tingly and painful. She felt tired and her body
ached all over. Breathing was also laborious that it almost felt
like she was taking in a lungful of invisible water, suffocating
her. Curled in a fetal position, her technique was to calm down and
stay immobile, just as she was, to lessen the pain. At sixty-five,
she sensed her death like it was just another clumsy step on her
part.
    "Why should I be afraid?" Rebecca
hissed in between gritted teeth. Like a mantra, she repeatedly kept
on mumbling, "Why should I be afraid?"
    As the most powerful
priestess coming from the lineage of Mary of Magdala before the seven demons were
driven out of her body, Rebecca never feared death. Indeed, death
was an ordinary experience for her and the others in the clan. She
has the priestess' blood. They all rose again after a period of
time to be reborn. There was neither room for fear nor