Chapter 9:
Secrets
Bruinen scans the room of the all the leaders that still linger in the city of Earth called Washington Dc. Many human Earthlings have returned back to their own Earth Countries, while still communicating with those who stay. Most Planeteers have also returned to their planets, waiting to hear final word from Father Onfre and Mother Chesna on how to proceed. The only Planeteers to remain were Bruinen and Nawfar, Onfre and Chesna, (Zulima returned home) Chilam and Yas, Umberto and Herminia and the Ceniathiancs; which the Planeteers did not claim. The Ceniathiancs had five rulers and three had returned home. The other Planeteers suspect they did this to appear more as most the light planets do, with a Father and Mother unity of balance. They may be able to try to fool the Earthlings but the other Planeteers knew they could not be fully trusted.
The meeting was closing and three secret portals have been revealed, including the one where Atlantis had fallen. The only portal left to hand over to the Earthlings was Queen Sultana’s main transportation to Earth.
President Cromwell wraps up his final speech and then asks the last question which is going to introduce commotion against the room. “Before we depart, does anyone else have anything to bring the table?”
Umberto clears his throat and Bruinen watches as Herminia gives him her final approval. “The Planeteers do have one last gateway we are aware of. However, disclosing it may have more harm than good.”
Commotion slowly stirs the room and President Cromwell blurts out, “It has been brought to the table. Please inform us.”
Umberto swallows hard as Bruinen and the others naturally feel the grey cloud hovering over their light. “The…” he begins but then pauses, turning to the rest of the Planeteers, questioning their decision. It is no longer in their hands, it is no longer their's to question, and the wheel has already started to turn, forcing the uncertain fate in motion. They were following a destiny they had little control of.
“Please continue,” The president of the United States encourages along with a couple of other Earth Leaders.
Umberto stands to make the announcement, as though he would be able to stand above the grey that looms over him. “We do know the realm gateway in which Queen Sultana uses to enter your planet’s atmosphere…”
He has more to say but is immediately interrupted by the upscale commotion crossing the room.
“This is a revelation. We can now terminate the vampires.” Suggest President Kurt Voigt with his thick German accent.
A Ceniathianc, their appearance is not immediate evident of their gender, curves its’ head towards the Planeteers. The other Ceniathianc follows suit and their black eyes narrow in disapproval of the Planeteers revelation.
“We can hold guards at the gateway and execute any vampire that tries to enter.” Marina Rocha agrees with her distorted English dialect.
“There is more…” Umberto tries to slice the conversation with his consequences.
“Please everyone, the Planeteer has more to say.” President Cromwell stands up trying to hush the room. As everyone quiets he sits allowing Umberto to have the floor.
“You must understand that an attack on Queen Sultana or any of her warriors would almost definitely be a beginning to a war. Human against vampire. On any planet.”
“Almost…” President Rocha affirms. “Not definitely.”
Umberto hesitates at her comment but decides to continue, “Though vampires are not able to step foot on most of the Planeteers’ grounds, for the light energy force of our planet is too powerful….”
A Ceniathianc interrupts in his deep mumming voice, “Like Earth, we do not have that energy light. Attacking the vampires will leave our planet vulnerable. We are not equipped to assist Earth and protect our planet against vampire attacks… ”
Quiet this whole time, Euguen hesitantly stands and finds his voice, “I have information that I was going to disclose privately to our world Leaders, but under the circumstances this may, perhaps, be an appropriate time.”
All eyes in the room lay heavily on him. “Queen Sultana secretly called upon me. In the visit she actively persuaded me to join forces with her.”
Bruinen gazes around the room as shock blazes the Earthlings faces. “Join her for what?” Father Onfre boldly demands.
Euguen mutters, “It isn’t relevant. I speculated my demise. Obviously I refused and yet she still left me among the living.”
“Did she intend to transform you to one of her kind?” Andre` Roux questions.
“I assume not.” Euguen answers, “However, it is evident she is conspiring.”
“Why she choose you?” President Seo-Jun Quon inquires thoughtfully.
“I do not have those answers,” Euguen shrugs, “Romania’s history? After I tried to flee, she made a threat on my life, then disappeared.”
“What do you make of this information, Planeteers?” President Cromwell intercepts.
All eyes turn toward Onfre, Chesna and the other six Planeteers. Somehow in the darkness of the Ceniathianc’s eyes there is fear. Bruinen realizes how often the Queen Sultana and her vampire clan must have ravaged the Ceniathianc’s planet as a food source. His heart twists with grievances as the imagery haunts his thoughts. Acquavado’s energy source wasn’t as strong as the Cepae planet and they have had darkness break through their barriers. Attacks have ended with many lost lives, their people kidnapped and sold as slaves to other dark planets. He sympathized with the Ceniathianc's worry.
Father Onfre shakes his head and gazes at Chesna who lowers her eyes to the ground. “With the information provided,” Father Onfre announces as all eyes are on him intuitively, “Earth must do what brings their people safety. It is the Earth leaders who must decide. That being said,” He stands to his feet as Mother Chesna follows him, “The Planeteers and I would like to return to our homes. President Cromwell, you know how to contact me. We will anxiously await word.”
“Understandable Father Onfre and Mother Chesna. I will contact you soon. Safe flights as you return home.” President Cromwell graciously excuses them.
Bruinen and Nawfar rise to their feet and follow the others. They all nod as they follow Onfre and Chesna toward the door and exit. The door shuts behind them and Onfre and Chesna immediately turn to the Planeteers behind them.
“I felt it.” Yas announces to Onfre and Chesna as they gaze at their fellow alliances.
The energy shift feels grimmer as the realization, for all the Planeteers, slowly invades their souls. “President Euguen is lying about Sultana,” Father Onfre discloses in words.
Nawfar grabs Bruinen’s hand tightly and squeezes. He wraps his fingers between hers and pulls her hand to his stomach, grasping tightly.
“He told her he’d join forces among her.” Umberto confirms.
“I’ll speak with the Earth’s US President confidentially and he will orchestrate the other countries. Earth’s population is more than any planet I’ve visited; with the entire planet’s people united the Queen Sultana should have no opportunity to follow through with her conquest.” Onfre announces confidently.
Bruinen feels at ease with the confidence in Onfre’s voice. With his energy and intuition he is most suited to predict an outcome.
“What about the Earthlings that are surrounded with darkness? They are not a planet of all light energy. What if Sultana has recruited more Earthlings for her army?” Nawfar openly voices concern with her soft whispery voice.
“Most definitely all the Romania people could not follow President Euguen’s decision in supporting her. I don’t believe his choice represents his country in an entirety.” Herminia concludes.
“It certainly does not,” Onfre agrees “However, Nawfar’s concern is legit. Earth is more than Euguen’s country. We do not know what angles Sultana is working.”
“Perhaps while you contact President Cromwell, Father Onfre, Nawfar and I can travel to Romania and find allies.” Bruinen suggest.
Onfre gazes toward Chesna and they stare at one another as though they are reaching inside each other with information, as it processes. Chesna nods to Onfre as the Planeteers anxiously await their epiphany.
“Speak to no one yet. President Euguen is a trusted individual within his government. If he is confronted of the situation he will be able to warn Queen Sultana. We first must urgently find out her plans.”
Just then the conference door swings open as the Earth’s world leaders begin to exit. The first few that exit are in surprise that the Planeteers still linger outside the doorway.
“Planeteers,” President Marina Rocha acknowledges “To what pleasure do we owe your continued presences?”
Father Onfre reaches for her hand and she smiles warmly grasping his. Bruinen watches as her aura suddenly feels strikingly brighter. His thoughts travel as he gazes at the interaction between the species. The elder earthlings’ age much differently than the people he has met on other planets. Their skin tends to increasingly sag and shrivel for such short years, and their bodies wear quicker, causing their years of life to be brief. The life expectancy on other planets are a great deal lengthier, and their souls decide to leave their tired bodies, unless trauma is imposed. Earthlings are considered lucky to make it to one century, and when they do, their bodies slow down and cripple; So much so, that they stop living lengths of quality life. However, due to Earth souls’ many trials on this planet, they are able to express, feel, and conquer such an array of emotion, leaving their souls quickly to freedom from their tired bodies. The toxic planet is a hastened educator for inquiring souls of light. What they can be taught and experience within a year on the Planet Earth, the Planeteers’ planets may never experience in a life time. For light planets to educate themselves to understand evils, of such grandeur, takes centuries, especially for the Cepaeian people. They hold massive amounts of light energy and their people often live a few millenniums during peaceful eras.
As Bruinen's thoughts trail he is brought back to the conversation when Nawfar pushes her tiny body further against him.
As Bruinen's thoughts trail he is brought back to the conversation when Nawfar pushes her tiny body further against him.
“We actually have some additional news we would like to share with yourself and President Cromwell, if you wouldn’t mind? Mother Chesna and I will accompany you after everyone has departed.” Father Onfre informs the exquisite woman from Brazil.
“Most certainly,” she agrees with flattery, heavy in her voice.
It is difficult for all the Planeteers not to feel the presence of Euguen exit from the room. Unconsciously all their eyes shift upon him as he peers toward them with a forced smile and takes off down the hall toward the elevator.
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Euguen stumbles into the darkness of his hotel room fumbling for a light. A small lamp from across the room flicks on and Sultana slinks from behind him. She is dressed like an Earthling, with a small black skirt fitted tightly to her thighs and sultry black boots hugging her calves. Her short sleeve red sweater hugs her neck and introduces a v-line to her cleavage, allowing her voluptuous breast to almost peak. Sultana wears her dark tresses long against her back and her white streak is twisted and fastened to the side of her head. “You’re late.” She announces.
“I did not know I was on a schedule.” He ignores dropping his card key to the table and pouring himself a glass of his preferred Tuica. “I need to leave to catch my flight soon. What do you propose I do next?”
She wickedly gazes at him from across the room with a slight tilt of her head as she steals his thoughts. He quickly turns toward her feeling the intrusion. He scoffs, “Find you no humor in asking how my announcement silenced the room? Instead it suits you to pry in one’s thoughts? Little respect toward me, would you not agree?”
“I trust no one.” She boast, “If you shut me out it would be a challenge, but you open the doors wide for my prying mind.” She circles around Euguen as if she is a predator seeking prey. Placing her index finger on his shoulder, it rotates, allowing the tips to slowly climb his neck. She leans in and licks him with her thick, red tongue, inviting goose bumps to rise against his olive skin. Her tongue hides behind his ear as her fingers press against his neck’s pulsing vein. His eyes flutter as he contains to keep them open. Quickly, his body falls to temptation and he becomes aroused to her touch. “I’m going home to speak among my people. I then have recruit on another planet I must persuade. I will revisit you soon.” She seductively chants in his ear.
She slinks toward the door and his body gravitates towards her as his eyes follow her dancing frame. She slowly turns her neck as if she mindlessly guides him and he pauses. She smirks after reading his thoughts while turning her head toward her destination of the hotel door. “Joining me on my planet would be your demise. You’d be a snack.” She sneers with pleasure of the thought while reaching out for the door handle.
He hastily moves his body toward her reaching to wrap his arms around her. She grabs them before they can conquer her and turns around facing his hungry eyes.
“When will you transform me? When do I indulge in the passions of your planet?” he begs.
“Don’t be pathetic.” She spits, “I’ll transform you when I know you are worthy of living for eternity.”
He backs away insulted by her answer. “And what is in it for me until then?”
As on cue Sultana opens the hotel door and beautiful woman stands on the other side. The woman’s hour glass body fits a sleek scarlet dress that drapes off her behind and settles shortly above her thighs. The sides hang from her toned arms allowing them to peek through and it slides down to the center of her back. She has blonde locks that are free to spiral over her shoulders and kiss her perky breast. Euguen’s mouth slightly pops open, witnessing the magnitude of her beauty.
Sultana bops his chin shut and almost sulks “Yes, she’s enchanting isn’t she?” Sultana boasts and then with a wink she pulls the woman, by her dainty waist, through the door and they embrace with their backs pressed against the panel. Sultana’s lips thrust locking hers and then they subtly part inviting a vivid view of their tongues coiling one another. Euguen’s throbbing body plunges toward them but Sultana halts him with her hand pushing against his chest as she continues her conquest. Sultana finally releases her lips from the woman though the woman is hungry for more. They both turn toward Euguen as he stands erect and immersed with his semen oozing from his gentiles, damping his dark grey cotton pants.
“Your incentive for the evening.” Sultana announces. “I introduce you to Chayse, one of my many lovers and confidants. Take care of her, Euguen.” She then turns to Chayse, “Don’t kill him. We need him.” They share grins as they eye Euguen.
Euguen finds his apple stuck in his throat at the possibility but quickly forgets he can become a snack as he witnesses Chayse intertwining her thighs between Sultanas. They again begin to passionately make out as their wondering hands fondle one another. Their scarlet lips finally part and Chayse sultry teases, “I’ll save him for later.” And then gives a wink from under her lushes, dark lashes that guard her amber eyes.
Chayse slinks towards Euguen, grabbing him by his belt buckle and pulling him deep into the dimly lit bedroom. His body mindlessly droops forward following her into the darkness.
Sultana gives them one last glance with a wicked grin and shuts the door behind her.
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Susan paces back and forth as she chatters to her Aunt Donna over the small mobile device. “Where else should I look?”
“I’m thinking.” Her Aunt anxiously answers. “The years you were in that house, I would think you know better than I.”
“Mother and I think nothing alike.” Susan confirms, “I have to be out of here before she gets back.”
“Come over to my place. We can always sneak in after we made a list of places to look.” Her Aunt conjures the plan.
Susan sighs with defeat, “Okay, I’ll be on my way. Let me grab one of her extra keys.”
“See ya soon!” Donna exclaims.
“Be there shortly.” Susan agrees.
Susan hastily enters the den and grabs a set of spare keys from the cherry, wooden, desk drawer. She sticks them in her pocket and scurries to the front door grabbing her suitcase and reaching for the knob. She suddenly pauses for a moment. Her eyes lose focus as a memory quickly floods to her mind, taking her back to when she was a young teen about the age of twelve.
The imagery of her mother fumbling through her deceased father’s paperwork that is sprawled out over the canopy bed becomes sharp in her mind. Susan can see her small feminine hands as she gazes down at her own, leaving the moment and falling into the doorway of her mother’s bedroom. Her mom’s long blue chiffon robe flowed from her body that was hugged by a small matching nightgown. Her usually neatly placed dark tresses were in disarray, falling to her shoulders. She was frazzled and a sudden burst of thunder, from outside, flung her head toward the large bedroom window. Window draped in floral curtains, she cursed the storm that weeks early had produced the lightning to take her husband’s life. As she raged the storm seem to rage back at her. She banged her fist against the window sill, her head fell in defeat and she had sobbed heavily. Susan’s heart twisted in pain and she found the tremble in her voice to call out, “Mother.” Her voice broke against the storm as her mother slowly turned towards her, tears drenching her rosy cheeks.
“What are you doing here?” she mumbled exasperated to Susan from under her breathe.
“I just thought…” Susan began.
Her mother’s body flung toward the mess of paper quickly gathering them off the bed. “Get out. You should knock. You know better to not disturb my room without knocking.” She gritted her teeth as the words spit out from her lips.
Susan’s heart thumped heavily against her chest pounding harder, splitting into tiny splinters every time it beat. “Mother I just…” she tried to explain that she wanted to be there for her. She wanted to know what she could do to help. She hurt so bad inside too, but her mother continued to shut her out.
“You should knock!” her mother turned toward her screaming, her eyes torched with flames and her face red with anger.
Susan backed away as her mother stuffed the papers in the night stand drawer shutting it and locking it. She then turned back to Susan, “Get out! Go to bed now!”
Her screams tore through Susan’s chest shooting the splinter fragments to her lungs and she fell to her knees to catch her breath. Her angry mom grabbed her by her arm and dragged her from the room until she was on the other side of the door and then slammed it shut behind her. Susan struggled to catch her breath while trying to stand, bracing her small teenage self against the knob.
Susan stood in the hallway remembering the moment, finding her own breath becoming heavier. She shook her head from the vivid imagery and then grinned and softly whispered, “The night stand drawer.”
Without thinking she tore up the wide staircase with her luggage in hand. She drops it at the doorway as she gains sight of the same small night stand that stands next to the canopy bed. She tugs on the tiny bronze handle with a quick jerk but it does not budge. “Locked.” She bites her lip thinking of her next move. “The jewelry box.” She suggest to herself. She opens the lid to the white box lifting up the maroon velvet organizer and widely grinning as tiny antique key glistens.
She grabs the key and runs to the nightstand placing it into its perfect fit. With a slight turn of the antique object, the tiny drawer peeks open, Susan helping it the rest of the way. She goes to grab from the drawer but pauses at the sight of only a small flashlight and reading glasses staring back at her. “What the?” she ask herself with confusion. She pauses for a moment and then stares at the open drawer sizing the depth. Susan rubs her hand against the wooden panel and continues against the sides. It subtly gravitates upward slightly as her finger scoots across. Her tongue presses against the roof of her mouth as her lips widen wickedly in victory and she instantaneously loosens the rest of the board by pushing up. There in the depths lay vanilla file folders, strategically placed upon one another.
Susan promptly pulls them out and guides them to the bed shuffling through them. “There is so much here.” She gasps to herself. “How am I…” she takes a huge anxious sigh and pulls her cell phone from her pocket. “Dad’s stuff.” She says moving it aside for the time being and opening the next folder. “Grandma’s. Is this entire file grandma’s?” She tries to fumble through the other folders but stops herself. “Just start taking pictures, Susan. Just start taking…” she instructs herself pulling her cell phone to each paper as she quickly tries to snap photos and flip them over in the same order. As she moves quickly she pauses for a moment when she hears the echo of the front door hit against the wall stopper. She realizes instantly that her mom has arrived home and quickly begins trying to proceed faster through the papers. “I’ll never get through this in time…” she begins to panic.
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Her mother shuts door behind her and removes her coat hanging it on the wooden coat rack that decorates the hallway entrance. She notices the sleeve has crept up itself and stops to fix it. She then travels to the dining room and fills the tea kettle with tap water from the faucet; Pausing for a moment when she hears a faint creek of the floor above her. Thoughtfully, she sets the tea kettle down and walks to the living room peering through the sheer chocolate curtain and gazing out into the street at the blue Honda rental parked against the curb. She pauses for another moment and then calls out, “Susan! Susan?”
The walls are filling with silence and she decides to make her way up the ruby, oriental rugged steps. Her feet stop at Susan’s old room and her eyes gaze through the door. It appears empty as she sticks her face deeper inside. She pauses again as she hears rustling coming from her bedroom and quickly tenses up, veering toward her new destination. She commands the doorway as she surveys her daughter figure in front of her tall, skinny, chocolate nightstand.
Susan quickly turns around. “Mother.” She addresses formally while holding up her toothbrush. “Toothpaste. I could only find some in your bathroom.”
Her mother’s eyes narrow and she murmurs, “Yes, I did not buy extra.”
“No problem. I’ll be on my way and out of your hair.” Susan grabs her suitcase and slides open the front zipper sticking her toothbrush in the luggage. She then forces a faint smile and passes her mother on her way to the door. “Until next time, Mother,” she nods.
Her mother remains silent studding her daughter’s suspicious behavior. Susan chooses to say nothing more and heads down the hallway.
Her mother observes the noise of the front door opening and swiftly makes way to her wooden jewelry box, hastily grabs the small key from its spot and lines straight for her nightstand drawer, inserting the key, unlocking and jerking the drawer toward her. While almost in a single motion, she lifts the hidden wood panel from the drawer. She gives a slight sigh of relief as her vanilla file folders stare back at her. As she is about to shut the panel a few strayed papers hanging from the second file folder catch her eye. She narrows her eyes in suspicion as she straightens them back into the folder. She feels anxious for a moment of the thought that her daughter could have been looking through her well kept secrets. She closes the drawer firmly and locks it, sliding the key safely in her pocket. Her feet slowly wisp her to the bay window, that hangs from second floor bedroom, and she stares with curiosity as her daughter climbs into the sapphire vehicle, angry with the notion that that she had been had.
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Susan quickly climbs in her rental and starts the engine. She takes a deep breath as she looks up to focus on the road and sees lightning flashing through the clouds with a bright imperial yellow illuminating. Drops of rain slowly begin to beat down on the windshield as she pulls the car into drive. She can’t help to take a look at the house feeling her mother’s eyes bearing into her. Her figure is stiff in the bay window staring out, as crashing thunder follows another flash of lightning, giving her mother a grim appearance; in the shadows of the old Victorian home, which lingered under the grey sky.
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