Soul Mate - Original Fic

[paulsdoll]

Title: Soul Mate
Author: paulsdoll
Rating: Adult situations
Summary: What if your only soulmate in this world...is dead? What if he is in hell, and still loves you?
Warnings: No warings...just read
Disclaimers: I own everything! Yeah,baby! 
Additional notes: This is an original fic by moi. I did it some time ago, and I haven't read it, beacause I'm sure I would like to change something, but I want to publish it the way it's supposed to be.

Once I saw a beautiful bird. He was dark green. His dark eyes running around black circles under them. Big long wings, like a Pegasus, with hundreds of shining feathers. His face was enlightened by an orange beak, minuscule at comparison with his head. He sang songs I’ve never heard in my life, with only a voice I could hear coming from an angel. The thing was only I could se him. Nobody, not even one person could see the fantastic beast. I thought I was crazy, or in the less, being part of a sick joke. But the little green bird did visit me everyday, without fault. And I knew that I was not crazy; I was just special. So I enjoyed those moments, not caring people think I was crazy. This thing was like no other. When there was sun the wings of the bird changed color, staying in different tones of green. When it was dark the bird sang his celestial song, so I knew he was here. My fears went off as the darkness in the dawn. Sadness never was in my heart those days. I didn’t feel any type of physical pain. That was it for several months.
But then the bird didn’t show up one day. I waited for him at evening, until twilight. Then I fell asleep.

I found him in my dreams, but he was not a bird. He presented as a boy, pale, with a greenish tone to his skin. His eyes, dark green, and as the bird’s wings, changed color with light. His hair looked as soft as the bird’s feathers. This boy was beautiful in everyway, in a rare angelic way. My heart felt like crazy, and I just wanted to look more and more. My pupils fell out of their orbits. He started talking, and it was the voice of an angel.

- “ They called me Lucca. I‘ve been waiting for you.” he said, with that singing voice. His green eyes shimmering in the light that came from above us.

- “ Hi. What? Why are you here?” I asked.

- “ It’s a long story” he said, looking at a floor that was not there.

- “ I have time” I said, waiting for the angel to tell a story.

It looked like it was not easy for him. He fidgeted with his hands, greenish pale.

- “ I once was a boy. A normal boy, with no problems. But I took some bad decisions. I was in love with a girl, but she didn’t love me”

His green eyes started little crystal clear shedding tears.

-“ I wanted to meet the love of my life. Everybody said that takes time, but I had no time. I wanted it now. Now that I was young and I could be happy the rest of my life with her...so I sold my soul to the devil”

He looked at me maybe waiting to see if I was afraid. I was perplex, but I didn’t let it show. He continued.

- “ I wanted to be able to find her that easy, to be happy with someone made for me. I was tired of girls that didn’t like me. I was tired of girls wanting me only for my body and not my soul. So I changed my soul, and made it his when I died for only meeting the girl. I was sure I was going to be at last happy with my life and love. But then the devil slashed my wrist with something like a fire knife to seal the treaty with my own blood. I let the blood paint the page of the contract. He left me bleeding there, not bothering to cure me”

His eyes where as dark as the bird’s colour. Tears shined across his whole face and bare chest. Looked like crystals, swimming softly in the contours of the chest. He looked at me. His eyes showing an agony I could see.

- “ I died...But he had to show me my soul mate, because of the contract.”

Now he was smiling sadly. His face now gleaming again with new light.

- “ So he turned me to a bird, that only the girl could see and hear, and he left me here, to see her”

Now I was really scared. The guy that was talking to me was the little green bird I saw. The beautiful bird that visited me every day. And he was saying I was his soul mate. I was...the soul mate of a dead boy?

- “ You are the girl. You’re my soul mate. You’re the girl I’ve always wanted for me” He said, crying.

- “At last I see you.” he said slowly, looking at my eyes.

Then his face turned that mask of horror and agony again. His face, greenish pale was full authentic sorrow. His hair moving with the wind, blonde, like the feathers of the bird he was represented in. I felt horrible for him.

- “ But I’m dead. Now I could never be with you”

Was this guy telling me my future love was dead? Does that mean I won’t feel real love in this life? Was this beautiful guy the love of my life? What was I going to do? I had problems concentrating. This dream was so vivid I could feel my heart, now crazy. I had problems swallowing. I had to tell him something.

- “ I’m sorry for hearing that. I didn’t know you were the little bird. That’s fantastic. I thought I was crazy, but you helped me, because I was miserable when you appeared. I wish I could have known you. You seem like a beautiful soul...”

- “ My soul is not beautiful now. It’s sold to the devil. I sold my soul to the devil for you and I just get to see you one time in person!”

His eyes were drowned by tears. His voice raised. He threw himself to the invisible floor. He started crying again. I could feel his agony, I could feel his sorrow. I could feel how tremendously bad he felt. So I walked across the short distance that was between us, and I touched his bare back. He was soft, like a baby’s skin. Softer that anything I’ve touched before. Cold like the skin of a dead. He looked up, his green eyes shimmering and glowing like emeralds in the dark.

He stood up, and I helped him. As much as he was crying his face was not red, nor his eyes were puffed-up. I thought that was all because the ‘dead’ thing.

He started to balance in my direction, with his eyes well open. He took me in his arms around the waist, and I put my arms around his neck. Then, the beautiful boy kissed me. His mouth was as sweet as sugar, but not like that. It tasted like some kind of sugar alcohol, that drove my heart of the cliff of my chest. I felt his hands moving, from my waist to my neck, his fingers soft as cotton. His heart wasn’t there, but in the middle of his chest there was something tying me to him. Something that told me never to let go. And I was not going to do it. Ever.

- “Beautiful. This story is captivating” said a man’s voice.

It was a dull voice, coming from beneath me. I didn’t want to stop, but the second I heard that I looked beneath me. I saw a man, so tall he could be a Basketball player. His skin was reddish dark. His hair was long, black as a raven’s. His eyes small, coloured crimson.

- “Sorry to interrupt, but I need my friend Lucca here for a moment...well...maybe for all eternity”

The man said, and his eyes glowed red. His smile was evil. I was sure I was seeing the devil right now. Lucca looked sad and nervous, but then, he lifted his eyes proudly and spoke.

- “I’m not going. You killed me. That wasn’t part of the deal!” he said, and his eyes were glowing a fierce dark green.

- “I’m sorry you’re not happy, but you just can’t stay here like a ghost in her dreams, little brat. She can’t just love a boy who just appears in her sleep!...Funny. People think she’s crazy just because the stupid bird. And your soul is mine” he said with a little smile.

- “No! I love her!” Lucca cried out.

- “ I seriously don’t care. Sorry mate, you made a deal, and it’s still on foot”

Then the dark haired man, the devil, turned to me. He had a sly smile.

- “So bad this didn’t work out” said the devil, looking at me.

In all this I felt almost dead. This boy, my soul mate that I just found was leaving me. True, I didn’t know If he really existed, but it all looked so real to be a simple dream. The devil just could not make him leave. I wanted to stay with the beautiful boy. I felt like two stabs went trough my heart.

I felt horrible for not doing anything, but I didn’t know what to. The cold hands left me alone. He looked at me, his eyes still between the batting blonde eyelashes. He touched my face and then he spoke. Soft, like a low crying, but clear, like the voice of the angel or like the little voice of the green bird.

- “ I did this just to...”

But then he was gone. The air turned colder, like a freezer’s. Breathing turned downhill, and I just saw two emeralds in the dark.

I woke up, and it was still night. My breathing turned normal again, and I was not cold. I started to remember the dream. I didn’t know if it was real or just my imagination. But then I was thinking. If the dream was real, then I didn’t have a soul mate. He, the boy with green eyes was dead, and dead with him my bird. That was rare. And sad. But anyway, time will tell the truth. I was sure it was just a really realistic dream.

Then, out of the nothingness of dark, a little piece of paper appeared in my lap. I turned on my lamp to see what it was. The paper was really white, with the corners burned. I opened it and it said:

-See You-