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First Kiss

“And how do I kiss”, she stammered out.

He leaned in ever so slightly, bringing with him a waft of chocolate as his lips twitched and he murmured, “You kiss as if you’ve never been kissed before.” She blushed and averted his eyes, refusing to admit he’d hit the nail on the head.

Another whiff of chocolate had her glancing up and meeting his knowing gaze. Mischief sparkled in his eyes. His lips curved into an evil smile as he replied, “Perhaps I should give you a real kiss then.”

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A Mirage

“I knew I couldn’t keep you.” Unshed tears filled her eyes.

She thought back to a conversation they’d had not too long ago, that in hindsight should have been a sign of the end.

“What do you want?” He asked with concern in his eyes.

“You”, she replied.

A quizzical expression crossed his face. “What do you mean? I’m right here.”

She wanted to say, “No, you’re not. You’re here physically but in actuality you’re a million miles away.” She held tongue. He wouldn’t get it, just like he didn’t get it then.

But sometimes, she thought, he was there with her. He’d look at her as if seeing her after a long seperation. He’d see her, truly. And it felt so good to be seen. It seemed as if everyone but him looked right through, as if she was made of air.

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Preying

“Ooomphf”

Her knees buckled and gave out beneath her. Tears filled her eyes as her lungs struggled to regain the breath that had been knocked out of them. The fallen that towered over her cackled gleefully as he unsheathed a dagger out of thin air. Firelight twinkled in his eyes as he leaned toward her, bringing with him the scent of pine needles.

“Say a prayer, Nephilim, but I doubt anybody will be listening”, he whispered as his fetid breath caressed her face.

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A Novel Idea

Sorry for the hiatus. I knew I wouldn’t keep up with the two day deadline. Oh, well. It’s not like I’ve stopped writing or having ideas. Just hadn’t the time to type them out. Anyways, here’s something I found on my old computer

 

 

 

How could this happen? I kept wondering that same question as I gazed into my lukewarm Cappuccino. The incessant buzz of the voices around me became background noise. My life literally flashed before my eyes. I saw my epitaph and the engraving left me feeling as if I’d been dunked with cold water. 

AVIVA WINTERS 

JUNE 13, 1992 – APRIL 4, 2016 

BELOVED DAUGHTER. SHE LIVED. 

 

How the hell could I die at the age of 24 in this day and age of advanced technology? I’ll tell you why. Because my soul was not my own. It belonged to the devil. The devil doesn’t exist, you say. Well, I can assure you he does. And he’s as handsome as sin. Smooth olive skin. Jet black hair that cascades down his back, almost as if it acted independently of the air around it. Amber eyes that seemed to sear into your soul. Perhaps they did. In the year of 2016, the devil’s current alias is Luke Brown. How unassuming. He’s a 40-something private contractor. A friend of my father’s, or so I’d been led to believe my entire life. 

I loved it when he came to visit. The skin around his eyes would crinkle when he smiled, his eyes always seemed to hold a spark of mischief, and his laughter would boom out of his chest, almost as if it was unaccustomed to the function. He always wore neutral colors, now that I think about it. Light seemed to shine everywhere but on him. My cat Simon was always weary in his presence. Perhaps animals do know more than humans. 

 

“Do you go to NYU?” 

I glanced up quizzically. I found myself staring into warm hazel eyes. “Huh?”, I said articulately. A flash of teeth. “Sorry. I saw the copy of Dante’s Inferno sitting next to your coffee and you appear to be around my age so I assumed you were reading it for Modern Epic Lit class. I’m sorry if I’m bothering you or anything.” The brunette with warm hazel eyes and an easy smile blushed cutely. I found myself smiling despite the severity of my situation. I found my voice and managed to say something a bit more coherent. 

“It’s no bother and you’re right. I do go to NYU. I actually haven’t cracked the book open.” I made a sparring glance at the people in the sixth circle of hell on the cover. “I had something else on my mind. Kind of starring off into space.” 

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Epitaph of an Angel

Leaves crunched underfoot and the wind bit at her face. She tried to huddle more into her jacket. As she turned her face to avoid another powerful gust of wind, the beautiful rendition of an angel caught her gaze. She frowned as she tried to remember if she’d ever seen the carved gravestone before. She’d been visiting this cemetery every year for the past three years and took the same path. Surely she’d remember something of it’s like. It was so large and lifelike that it must have cost the family a fortune. And it seemed somehow out of place, as if it belonged in a museum somewhere, not in a cemetery that was nearly overrun with undergrowth.

Movement in her peripheral had her tearing her gaze from the gravestone to the man that was quickly approaching and soon kneeling before it. Raven hair fell forward like a shroud and shielded the man’s face from sight. She gasped and the hair fell away as he turned to look at her. Eyes the color of liquid gold bore into hers. Something about him, about those eyes, had her backing away and turning in the opposite direction. Once the man and the angel was out of sight, she broke into a run.

She soon found herself panting before the reason she’d come to the cemetery that day, in spite of the weather and the fact that she was due for work thirty minutes ago. She’d had to come. Today was her “birthday”, or at least the day her foster parents had found her on their door step. She was their miracle, their Moses. And in front of her stood the grave of the woman that had pushed her out into the river. Her biological mother.

“Isabeau Darling”, a smooth voice rumbled behind her. She stiffened and turned to lock eyes with the man that had been kneeling before the angel headstone. He’d followed her and his eyes seemed even brighter up close, as if backlit by some inner light. She shook the errant thought away. He was a man, nothing more, worse, a grieving man and she’d intruded on a clearly private moment.

“I’m sorry – “, she began.

“No need”, he interrupted. “My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.”

She sighed with relief. So, he wasn’t crazy. She forced her lips into a semblance of a smile and attempted to start over. “No, I startled you first. I’m sorry. I was just so taken aback by the headstone. It’s very beautiful.”

“Thank you”, he replied smoothly. “Lilith was her name, and I think she would have liked it.”

What an odd name, she thought. Odder still was his accent that she still couldn’t place. She forged on. “I’m sure she would have. It’s quite the tribute.” She frowned as she found herself saying, “Isabeau was my mother. My biological mother. I’m adopted and I only found out about her 3 years ago but she’s been gone for sometime. Her death certificate says she died only a few days after my parents discovered me.”

Some internal voice told her to quit talking and to walk away from the very strange stranger. He was dangerous, the voice seemed to scream. But try as she might to move her feet, they seemed to be glued to the ground.

The stranger seemed oblivious to her inner turmoil and smiled. Her heart stuttered to a stop. His whole face seemed transformed. Laugh lines made his eyes crinkle and his eyes appeared a darker shade of gold, a more normal shade. The unease melted away and she found herself staring. He didn’t seem to mind. His lips were moving, he was talking.

“-to God”, he finished. He noted her quizzical expression and repeated himself, “Isabeau means pledged to God. It’s a beautiful name. What’s yours?”

That voice came back, only more forceful this time. It told her not to give him her name, to walk away while she still could. She frowned and glanced down at her feet. With her eyes no longer on him, she found that she could move them and that they responded to her commands.

With that newfound knowledge, she kept her gaze on her feet and responded, “I should be going. I’m late for work.”

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Lead Me Not Into Temptation

A lazy smile lifted the corners of his mouth. The shape of his lips was downright sinful. Deft fingers flicked the first button on his shirt and revealed a small patch of smooth olive skin. She licked her lips and his eyes darkened as they caught the motion. Another button followed suit and revealed even more skin. As her cheeks flushed, she caught the obvious challenge in his eyes, a dare. Something in her was quaking. A third button revealed a small sprinkling of dark hair. Her lips trembled, a protest on the tip of her tongue. He fingered the fourth button, his brow lifted in question.

“Stop”, she gasped.

His hands dropped to his side and she watched as a mask fell over his face, blanketing his emotions from her. She hated when he did that.

With the mask firmly in place, he began to stalk towards her. She held herself still, as any prey would in the presence of a dangerous predator. Hot air fanned her face as he stopped a breath away from her. 

 

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Love Me, Need Me

He grasped her hips and pulled her against him. With his arm wrapped securely around her waist, he swayed them from side to side as his lips trailed kisses down her neck. She felt trapped and safe at the same time. In this moment, he needed her as much as she needed him. She lifted her hands up from where they rested on his chest and threaded them through his hair. Why he kept it long, she never asked and didn’t particularly care. She liked the hair and the man just as they were.

Amber eyes lifted to meet hers. There was so much emotion in them that she couldn’t single one out. Long lashes lowered and shielded his eyes from her as his lips descended to meet hers. There was a question in his kiss and she answered it eagerly. Yes, she said without speaking, I am yours.