Cursed Truth, Shining Silk Part 4
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Cursed Truth, Shining Silk Part 4
Blinking repeatedly, I looked to the wall, my heart racing, the pulse resounding in my ears. As I opened my eyes, I saw nothing. I didn't need to. I heard a voice, as if floating across the wind, calling my name.
Amara.
I turned frantically from side to side, but saw nothing. There was no one there. Nothing but the darkness surrounded me, that darkness from which I could not escape. I felt my adrenaline rush as fear overtook me, the instincts battling themselves, pulling me in different directions. A part of me wanted to run, to scream for Nora, but the rest was curious, wanting to find the lips that murmured my name, that shaped that voice, so soft, yet strong.
Finally, I spun around slowly in my chair to see a solid shadow standing before the open French doors, blocking the moonlight that normally shined in so delicately. I never saw him move, but with each passing moment, he grew closer. I watched him, but no matter how hard I tried to peer through the darkness, his face was still hidden to me.
Amara.
"Who are you?" I asked, staring at this figure, noticing from the silhouette that he was wearing a cloak, ancient in its makings.
He walked closer to me, his eyes shining now in the darkness surrounding us. I saw them sparkle, striking green, like fires burning within the purest emeralds.
"You're not as eloquent as I had hoped, Amara."
Not only did I have a large figure looming over me, his eyes captivating me, but I was being insulted. "Oh, dear sir who flies into my humble abode on wings of midnight satin, please tell me your name, let the sound grace my ears, let it flow from my lips. Tell me, I beg you," I said, my heart pounding in my chest. He wanted eloquence. I wanted a name.
"That was well done, my dark darling."
His words sent a shiver through my spine. No way. This wasn't possible.
"Yes, it is."
"What is?"
"It is possible."
"I say again, who are you, sir?" I felt my heart rising into my throat as something akin to fear tried to break through the sheer excitement I felt.
"I am hurt that you have forgotten me so easily," he said sincerely, laying his hand against his heart. "My dear, dear Scarlet Lace...You have forgotten The Immortal One?"
I couldn't help but laugh as I heard this voice breach the distance between us. It had to be some kind of joke. Nora, she had done this. She had set this up to freak me out. That had to be it.
"This has nothing to do with your room mate, Amara," said the masculine voice, sternly, yet quietly, as if he were whispering in my ear though I saw him clearly in front of me.
So, scratch that idea. He stood there and I heard the rustling of fabric. He was crossing his arms, waiting for an answer- an answer from me. Had I forgotten him? Hardly. He lingered in all my thoughts, or at least, his words did.
"It is difficult to forget that which we have never seen, and even harder so to remember. Let me see you and I will tell you if I have forgotten you, or simply failed to remember," I said, knowing he loved these word games we played.
He stepped closer to me as a soft light began to glow from the corner.
"But what is the difference in forgetting and failing to remember?" he asked, taking one step at a time toward me.
"Forgetting is involuntary....you cannot help that which you forget. Failing to remember is a product of freewill. I did not want to remember, so I failed to do so. Understand?" I said, my tone measured, still unsure of what this shadow before me might do.
"Perfectly," he hissed, stepping closer and flinging away his cloak. As he did so, another lamp came on, showering him with soft fluorescent light.
Mon Dieu. It was him.
Enjoy lovelies!
Hugs from DW.
So, here is the next part to the story:
Cursed Truth, Shining Silk Part 4
Blinking repeatedly, I looked to the wall, my heart racing, the pulse resounding in my ears. As I opened my eyes, I saw nothing. I didn't need to. I heard a voice, as if floating across the wind, calling my name.
Amara.
I turned frantically from side to side, but saw nothing. There was no one there. Nothing but the darkness surrounded me, that darkness from which I could not escape. I felt my adrenaline rush as fear overtook me, the instincts battling themselves, pulling me in different directions. A part of me wanted to run, to scream for Nora, but the rest was curious, wanting to find the lips that murmured my name, that shaped that voice, so soft, yet strong.
Finally, I spun around slowly in my chair to see a solid shadow standing before the open French doors, blocking the moonlight that normally shined in so delicately. I never saw him move, but with each passing moment, he grew closer. I watched him, but no matter how hard I tried to peer through the darkness, his face was still hidden to me.
Amara.
"Who are you?" I asked, staring at this figure, noticing from the silhouette that he was wearing a cloak, ancient in its makings.
He walked closer to me, his eyes shining now in the darkness surrounding us. I saw them sparkle, striking green, like fires burning within the purest emeralds.
"You're not as eloquent as I had hoped, Amara."
Not only did I have a large figure looming over me, his eyes captivating me, but I was being insulted. "Oh, dear sir who flies into my humble abode on wings of midnight satin, please tell me your name, let the sound grace my ears, let it flow from my lips. Tell me, I beg you," I said, my heart pounding in my chest. He wanted eloquence. I wanted a name.
"That was well done, my dark darling."
His words sent a shiver through my spine. No way. This wasn't possible.
"Yes, it is."
"What is?"
"It is possible."
"I say again, who are you, sir?" I felt my heart rising into my throat as something akin to fear tried to break through the sheer excitement I felt.
"I am hurt that you have forgotten me so easily," he said sincerely, laying his hand against his heart. "My dear, dear Scarlet Lace...You have forgotten The Immortal One?"
I couldn't help but laugh as I heard this voice breach the distance between us. It had to be some kind of joke. Nora, she had done this. She had set this up to freak me out. That had to be it.
"This has nothing to do with your room mate, Amara," said the masculine voice, sternly, yet quietly, as if he were whispering in my ear though I saw him clearly in front of me.
So, scratch that idea. He stood there and I heard the rustling of fabric. He was crossing his arms, waiting for an answer- an answer from me. Had I forgotten him? Hardly. He lingered in all my thoughts, or at least, his words did.
"It is difficult to forget that which we have never seen, and even harder so to remember. Let me see you and I will tell you if I have forgotten you, or simply failed to remember," I said, knowing he loved these word games we played.
He stepped closer to me as a soft light began to glow from the corner.
"But what is the difference in forgetting and failing to remember?" he asked, taking one step at a time toward me.
"Forgetting is involuntary....you cannot help that which you forget. Failing to remember is a product of freewill. I did not want to remember, so I failed to do so. Understand?" I said, my tone measured, still unsure of what this shadow before me might do.
"Perfectly," he hissed, stepping closer and flinging away his cloak. As he did so, another lamp came on, showering him with soft fluorescent light.
Mon Dieu. It was him.
Enjoy lovelies!
Hugs from DW.