Darkened Light

She has no idea

His body emanated a dark pulse as he crossed the bar leaving an empty path in his wake. Hollow drunkards and those scandalously dressed alike moved from him as if he were parting the red sea.

"She has no idea." He growled angrily to himself. The transcendent colorful strobing lights flashing across his chiseled frustratingly beautiful features. "She didn't even recognize me."

A tall muscular man with God like details to him materialized at his side. Golden blonde hair that was pulled into a neat lower ponytail, and blue eyes that even the color of a morning ocean could not compete with. His muscles rippled power. Looking across the bar at Thorne as the two watched her like wolves stalking their prey awaiting the prefect time to pounce upon her.

"She isn't of age yet, her memories will return in time." The golden man of perfection, looked to him, trying to calm his nerves.

"She comes of age within a week, I've been watching her for over a month! Are you sure she is the right one?!" He practically growled the lights above him extinguishing their neon glow.

"Yes I'm positive she's the right one." He said glaring up on the dark angel. "Maybe she is a late bloomer. Ivy didn't come into her visions until the day..."

A commotion came from across the bar Thorne collapsing to the ground. The heavyset girl and the thin nerdy boy swarming her as her limp body lay on the beer soaked floor.

Yami stepped to move but the golden God's arm stopped him. Shaking his head silently telling him not to get involved. The security and bouncers came from all directions of the intoxicated facility and the emergency assistance soon had arrived.

"Seems you spoke too soon brother." He said smiling watching as the young woman was loaded unconscious onto a gurney and removed from the premises.

"Keep her in tow, " he said cautiously vanishing into a fine mist, leaving Yami in the inquiring crowd. He growled a bit shaking his head. And a swirl of black smoke enveloped his toned body making him vanish among the crowds.

Hiding inside the shadows he traveled with the ambulance to the hospital where he maintained his human appearance and stood outside the room listening to Cassy ramble, as Thorne's parents arrived.

The discussion of her having slipped something to her drinking in general, to her not being allowed to the bar anymore, seemed to blossom from her over protective mother.

He shook his head laughing a bit, listening to the mortals rants, things that were so trivial often amused him. Now came the part he loathed most. Waiting.

He waited hours in the hall Cassy and Luke finally went home, and her mother agreed to stay the night with her. The doctors ran tests and said there was nothing wrong, all blood tests and scans came up normal, however they decided to keep her overnight for observations.

Yami opened the door very carefully, the lights dimmed allowing him the  shadows to step into if anyone were to disturb their meeting. But her mother was down in the cafeteria, getting a drink and her nurse had just left the room.

His eyes laid across her sleeping figure. Even in the crisp hospital gown and placid thick white cotton blankets she still looked like heaven to his love sick soul.

Her hair cascaded across the cotton covered plastic pillow, her skin still glittering from her apple scented shimmer spray, her makeup he could now see was a soft green and a thin line of black beneath her thick dark lashes.

"My beacon of light." He whispered the back of his hand brushing her cheek, cool against her warm skin. "Soon Ailia."

"Mmm?... Yami?" Thorne mumbled in her sleep. Her saying his name stunned him, freezing him entirely. The sound of the metal clicking as the door to her room opened slowly stored him from his loving trance, and forced him into the shadows once more to stalk his beloved unnoticed.

"She said my name" he whispered watching her mother cross the room to Thorne's bedside, growling low in his chest wanting to smite her mother where she stood, just to be by her side once again.

Thorne's mother sighed kissing her forehead lovingly stroking her hair and a bit of jealousy overcame him. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her. Soon, but not soon enough echoed his every thought, as he watched his sleeping beauty well into the early morning, not once leaving her rooms shadows until they were forced from existence by the harsh pulsing lights