tonight. You like?" He asked, as the door lifted up.
“It’s gorgeous,
Christian!" She sat, pulling her dress inside around her ankles, and
watched the door come back down.
He got in on his
side and laughed at her shocked expression. “Welcome to my life.”
She watched his
strong hands taking the steering wheel and pull out of the long circular
driveway, just gazing at his profile. A face she could stare at forever. Her
fingers entwined in his other hand and realized this was her life, too.
Anywhere Christian was, she would be, that she felt for certain. The smell of
his cologne and aftershave intoxicated her, smelling of leather and spice.
He pulled up to
the gates and waited for them to open, inclining over to give her a sweet kiss,
a kiss she wanted to turn into something more and tried.
“Why do you
have to kiss me like that now?” he groaned. He returned to driving, shaking his
head.
“Sorry, you do
that to me." She smiled, leaning her head back to the seat.
He smiled back
and squeezed her hand.
The outside
world whizzed past her window…trees, houses, and other sporty cars. She
remembered where they were going, and acid gnawed at her stomach. She rubbed it
to take the ache away, but it remained. Her neck felt naked without her cross.
Tears coated her eyes.
“You okay,
Daze?" Concern wrinkled his face.
She forced a
smile. “Yeah, just a little nervous.”
“I’ll be right
there with you, don’t you worry. I love you, Daisy. Please remember that.”
“I know and I
do. I love you too, Christian.”
“Good. You had
me worried there.”
They drove for
what seemed like an hour, but was really only ten minutes. The church, painted
in black, was nestled in the back of the forest, a familiar place from her
dream of Bessie.
Extravagant
cars filled the lot, some cars from the 1920s, and people dressed in black
cloaks with hoods, stepping out, carrying an excitement with them, laughing at
some unheard jokes.
And all to meet
her.
They appeared
like normal, happy people except for one thing; they worshipped something
darker.
The full moon
glowed in the dark, starless space of sky, as a witness to a new beginning in
this ancient town of immortal life.
As Christian
parked, she did the sign of the cross and prayed for forgiveness. A howling
song of sorrow, as if in response to her prayer, radiated from the blowing
trees.
“Are those
coyotes or wolves?” she asked.
“Jackals.”
“Oh,” she said,
glancing out to the forest of hidden golden eyes.
“I have a cloak
for you to wear until we get inside, just for dramatic purposes. I’ll wear one,
too. Okay?”
She shrugged.
“We’re just pretending for tonight, right?”
He nodded.
“Just pretending. It could be a preview of our life together here if we go that
way,” he said, smiling into her eyes.
She sighed.
“I’ll wear it for you.”
He got out and
grabbed something from the back, carrying it to her side after the door lifted
up. He pulled his satin black cloak on and handed a satin sapphire one to her.
She pulled it on and with his help pulled her hood up to hide her face, her
hair hanging out in waves.
“You look
mysterious as well as beautiful, and you’re mine." He dipped his face
inside the hood and kissed her, this time giving her what she wanted earlier.
Her legs weakened under her weight. They were hidden in the shadows of an Oak
tree that stood by his car. The lot emptied out and looked eerie. Too quiet.
“I love you,
Daisy,” he whispered against her lips.
She nodded in
agreement against his lips. Just meeting some people, no big deal she told herself.
Then a soft
voice spoke in her mind, a voice not hers. “Daisy, there’s a power in you that
feeds them fear, so don’t be scared. I also wore that cloak once. You’re the
strong one, not them." Mom? She only saw videos of her mother, but never
actually heard her voice.
“Ready?” he
asked, wrapping her arm through his with that breathtaking smile of
“It’s gorgeous,
Christian!" She sat, pulling her dress inside around her ankles, and
watched the door come back down.
He got in on his
side and laughed at her shocked expression. “Welcome to my life.”
She watched his
strong hands taking the steering wheel and pull out of the long circular
driveway, just gazing at his profile. A face she could stare at forever. Her
fingers entwined in his other hand and realized this was her life, too.
Anywhere Christian was, she would be, that she felt for certain. The smell of
his cologne and aftershave intoxicated her, smelling of leather and spice.
He pulled up to
the gates and waited for them to open, inclining over to give her a sweet kiss,
a kiss she wanted to turn into something more and tried.
“Why do you
have to kiss me like that now?” he groaned. He returned to driving, shaking his
head.
“Sorry, you do
that to me." She smiled, leaning her head back to the seat.
He smiled back
and squeezed her hand.
The outside
world whizzed past her window…trees, houses, and other sporty cars. She
remembered where they were going, and acid gnawed at her stomach. She rubbed it
to take the ache away, but it remained. Her neck felt naked without her cross.
Tears coated her eyes.
“You okay,
Daze?" Concern wrinkled his face.
She forced a
smile. “Yeah, just a little nervous.”
“I’ll be right
there with you, don’t you worry. I love you, Daisy. Please remember that.”
“I know and I
do. I love you too, Christian.”
“Good. You had
me worried there.”
They drove for
what seemed like an hour, but was really only ten minutes. The church, painted
in black, was nestled in the back of the forest, a familiar place from her
dream of Bessie.
Extravagant
cars filled the lot, some cars from the 1920s, and people dressed in black
cloaks with hoods, stepping out, carrying an excitement with them, laughing at
some unheard jokes.
And all to meet
her.
They appeared
like normal, happy people except for one thing; they worshipped something
darker.
The full moon
glowed in the dark, starless space of sky, as a witness to a new beginning in
this ancient town of immortal life.
As Christian
parked, she did the sign of the cross and prayed for forgiveness. A howling
song of sorrow, as if in response to her prayer, radiated from the blowing
trees.
“Are those
coyotes or wolves?” she asked.
“Jackals.”
“Oh,” she said,
glancing out to the forest of hidden golden eyes.
“I have a cloak
for you to wear until we get inside, just for dramatic purposes. I’ll wear one,
too. Okay?”
She shrugged.
“We’re just pretending for tonight, right?”
He nodded.
“Just pretending. It could be a preview of our life together here if we go that
way,” he said, smiling into her eyes.
She sighed.
“I’ll wear it for you.”
He got out and
grabbed something from the back, carrying it to her side after the door lifted
up. He pulled his satin black cloak on and handed a satin sapphire one to her.
She pulled it on and with his help pulled her hood up to hide her face, her
hair hanging out in waves.
“You look
mysterious as well as beautiful, and you’re mine." He dipped his face
inside the hood and kissed her, this time giving her what she wanted earlier.
Her legs weakened under her weight. They were hidden in the shadows of an Oak
tree that stood by his car. The lot emptied out and looked eerie. Too quiet.
“I love you,
Daisy,” he whispered against her lips.
She nodded in
agreement against his lips. Just meeting some people, no big deal she told herself.
Then a soft
voice spoke in her mind, a voice not hers. “Daisy, there’s a power in you that
feeds them fear, so don’t be scared. I also wore that cloak once. You’re the
strong one, not them." Mom? She only saw videos of her mother, but never
actually heard her voice.
“Ready?” he
asked, wrapping her arm through his with that breathtaking smile of
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