Torn

Enchanted

A few hours later, when the sun has set halfway into the room and shines onto the bed, I wake up. I wipe my mouth and look dazed around me. The old wooden furniture is the same as it was the evening before. The closet is neatly closed and in front of the small table is Mark, feasting on some magnificent colored fruit. His hair is wet and his appearance looks refreshed and very relaxed, his shoulders hang loose and his expression is neutral.


I crawl to the rim of the bed, he turns to smile at me. 'Good morning, dear.' he wishes. I glance at the floor and nod. Mark hums, 'Ian told me about your nightmare... We had to, we're sor--' he says, his expression tensioning. I hush him and shake my head as I step out of the bed and wander to him. I stand behind him, leaning my arms gently on his shoulders  before I rest my hands  in an embrace on his unbuttoned blouse. His bare chest and playful ginger chest hairs peek out underneath the fabric. I walk around him while I glance at the bare skin, and then into his blue eyes. 'Like what you see?' he says with a smirk.

I raise my eyebrows and then nod unconsciously. 'Don't you put a spell on me, sir.' I reply. 'My apologies, but we have put each other under one, I'm afraid.' Mark mentions. I chuckle and kiss his cheek. 'Maybe it wasn't our fault, that incubi has a part in this too.' I state as I look around me.

'Where is..' I ask before I notice Mark pointing at the bathroom door. I turn around and knock on the door, it instantly creaks open. In the small opening, I see a yellow hue flowing out of Andrew and entering Ian's skin as they kiss. Andrew opens one eye, notices me, and breaks the kiss. The hue fades away, Ian glances at me with yellow eyes.

 'Goodmorning. I'm sorry... Am I interrupting?'I ask kindly. Andrew shakes his head. 'I'm just the dessert.' He mentions. I frown then notice Ian's wet hair, the towels, and night clothing on the floor. 'I see. Mark was the main course, as usual?' I say.

'Oh well, you know what they say... stick with the meal you like most.' Ian states then walks over to me. 'Yet sometimes, it's nice to try something new...'He adds as he kisses my forehead. I roll my eyes and chuckle. 'You already had your dessert, you must have had enough, right?'I ask. He shakes his head. 'You can never have enough love.' He says as he walks back into the bedroom. I nod in agreement.


Andrew takes the towels off the floor and hangs them up before he scoots out of the bathroom. 'I will send a cleaner later so the room would be tidy when you guys return.'He says as he stares at Mark. Mark nods with a kind smile. 'That would be appreciated' mark replies. Andrew nods and leaves the room taking the towels with him. I wander into the bathroom and take a new bamboo toothbrush and some toothpaste out of the small mirrored cabinet. I brush my teeth thoroughly, trying to ignore my grown, sharp fangs. I sigh and spit into the white sink. Blood clots and red saliva crawls slowly into the hole. I turn the tap on, rinsing away the red stains while glancing into the mirror, where Ian inspects my sad demeanor.

'I thought that we could visit the school today, and see how the young wizards are doing.'Mark mentions. I hang my mouth underneath the sink to catch some water. With a full mouth, I hum an answer. I rinse my mouth before I spit out the water, red water flows out in a steady stream. 'Sounds good..'I mention. a high-pitched squeak from a chair being pushed back echoes across the room. Quick, light steps approach me.


Mark checks my body language for a moment, then stares at Ian before giving me a small smile.'Good. Then let's get ready quickly." he says mysteriously. He snaps his fingers, The pajama pieces fly up and into the bedroom, fold up and rest on our pillow. My pajamas slide off me, and my daywear flies over to me and hugs me. Mark moves his fingers over my head, my hair untangles and gains volume. My tousled bed haircut transforms into my playful curls in a matter of seconds.


"Show-off.' I chuckle as I say as a perfume bottle floats towards me. It sprays a few times and then flies back to the small mirror cabinet. Mark shrugs and then glances at Ian. 'He just loves to enchant you, dear, I thought you did know by now.' Ian mentions as he wanders to the bedroom, grabbing his small bag before standing in the doorway.

'I know, I know, but we don't mind it at all... Do we?'I state, entering the small pub hallway. 'That's right.'Ian answers. Mark closes and locks the door behind him with a smirk. 'Good to know...'He states, a naughty gloss over his eyes. We walk through the hallway, out of the pub, and through the woods until we reach an old chapel that is barely visible through the ivory that covers it.