RockStar

Chapter Seventeen: A Lost Love

Zimri could feel the heated gaze boring into the back of his head. He didn't have to turn to know who, or rather what it was. It had been the same gaze that had been on him since the night of their gig at Fireflies. Zaman, he'd call himself. Onyx didn't know it, but more worrying was that Sorin didn't know who this being was. The only consolation he had was that Onyx was safe in Shamira.

"That guy is back," Milo said as he sipped his café au lait to wash down the bite of beignet in his mouth. "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing," Zimri said while keeping his back to the scorching gaze. The one time he looked back to confirm that it was the self proclaimed deity, Zimri swears the man's eyes were a burning fiery red. "He's keeping his distance. I'll keep mine."

Milo peeked over his shoulder to see that the golden man hadn't moved nor taken his eyes off Zimri. When he felt the stare of someone else on him, he turned that burning glare onto Milo, who felt scorched, and turned his eyes away. "Why is he after Onyx?" When he didn't get an answer, Milo sighed and kicked Zimri under the table. "Hey. Candidness, remember?"

Since the night of the gig, Milo had been trying to pry information out of Zimri. He knew things were weirder than usual about Onyx's circumstances, but she couldn't very well tell him what was going on. She'd left with her sister and her less than human companion to go to her father's "estate". AS far as Milo was concerned, she'd gone to a different planet. With Zimri not telling him anything, all he had was his imagination to go on.

"I don't know," The keyboardist answered. When Milo started to scowl, he raised a hand in defense. "I honestly don't know. I'm not even sure if it's really Onyx he's after."

"You think he's after her sister?"

Now that was something to consider. Opal seemed to have a magnet like draw to the bizarre man. She'd wanted nothing more than to go to him but was restrained at every turn. Fortunately for her, he never saw her. He'd only had eyes for Onyx. It was debatable if that was a good thing or a bad. "Is he still there?"

Sparing a cautious glance over his roommate's shoulder, Milo was relieved to see only empty space where the man on fire once stood. He shook his head and watched as Zimri visibly relaxed in his seat. "Why doesn't he just do what he's going to do and get it over with?"

"You want him to approach?"

"I don't want to get fried to a crisp, but all this waiting is making me nervous," the drummer admitted while reaching for his half eaten pastry and taking a large bite. "I mean, what's he waiting for?"

Now that was the question of the hour. What was Zaman waiting for? There was no question as to what he wanted. It was the how and even the why that was worrying. His constant surveillance of Zimri proved that the keyboardist was but a pawn lying in wait. For a brief second, Zimri wished that Onyx had never told him all that had happened with her. He wished he didn't know about her newfound heritage and birthright. Whatever blissful ignorance he could've been entitled to vanished from the very moment he followed after he into her mother's broken into home. As he lamented over that, he realized that there was no other way for things to have happened. There was no way in hell he was going to let her go charging into her mother's darkened home with the door broken down by herself. Zimri loved her and knew he'd do anything for her. Even take on and incur the wrath of a so called god, so it seemed.

Thinking of his feelings for the purple haired guitarist made him remember his last moment with her. Like a complete cliché, he'd kissed her as a parting send off. As expected, she was shocked but that was all the reaction he allowed himself to see before he went to stall for time. Anyone else, it would be killing them to wonder what their once secret love thought of them after making a move. He'd be lying if he said he didn't wonder what she thought, but he was currently content knowing she was safe from the unknown deity.