“Jezebel! Jezebel! Are you okay? Please don’t die! Please... I love you so much...” Who is that? Who is speaking? They know my name... How? I do not recognize this voice...Darkness. Darkness all around me. Wait. My eyes are closed. But if I open them, will it make much of a difference? I am blind after all...
“Jezebel! Jezebel!” The unrecognizable voice kept yelling my name over and over more frantically now.
How do they know me? I don’t know them. I’m afraid... My eyelids begin to flutter. Why though? I did not want to open my eyes to more darkness... My left eyelid opened a crack.
“Jezebel?”
A tiny amount of light flooded into my eye. Light? That’s not right. I’m blind how can there be light? Am I dying?
“Jezebel open your eyes I beg of you!” The voice...Nostalgia began flowing through me. I recognize it!
My eyes flew open...
The color brown... My mother had described the color brown to me once. She told me that it was a warm, inviting color that, although a dark shade, could make anyone feel right at home. I stared up at the brown ceiling in this home and I... Wait a moment. I’m staring at a ceiling? I can see the ceiling? I can tell that it’s brown? What...what’s going on?
I sat upright, eyes wide. I shrieked in surprise. My hands... I can see them in front of me! They are a pale color and they are quite tiny just like how my parents described them. I can see the sleeves of the over sized shirt that I am wearing. What colors are on the sleeves? The patten was plaid. I could tell by the way my parents had described plaid to me: square checkers.
The colors though... What are they? I can’t remember. It’s been so long since my mother taught me about colors. I can’t remember... Oh well. I want to look at the rest of surroundings. I can see the wool blanket that covered my body. I figured that’s what a blanket would look like. I giggled softly, bouncing up and down on the bed. And this is what a bed looks like. It’s huge! King-sized as my father would say.
In front of me was a brown wall. To my right, a brown wall and nightstand with an empty tray resting on it. I whipped my head around. Another brown wall. I looked forward again. Tears began falling out of my eyes. I can see... At long last...
“I can see!” I cheered at the top of my lungs.
“Jezebel!” I froze. The voice again... I recognize it but I cannot seem to put a name to it.
“Jezebel the remedy worked! You can see!” the voice cheered as excitedly as me.
Who does this voice belong to? Who?! Come Jezebel you know this! It’s on the tip of my tongue! Tongue? The feeling of a man’s tongue suddenly started swimming around in my mouth. Why? When has a man kissed me like that? The feeling is so familiar though... Like a passionate kiss such as that happened to me recently...
“Jezebel are you okay?” The voice was filled to the brim with worry.
Who else has worried for me like this? I know who it is. I know! Ouch... My brain hurts...
“Jezebel please say something else! I love you Jezebel! I love you...” The voice started sobbing.
“I love you Jezebel Sinclair...” I gasped! I remember now...
“Kai Noir...” I murmured.
An inhuman noise resounded from my left. “Yes Jezebel it’s me Kai! I’m so glad you said something I was beginning to become really worried for a moment there,” Kai breathed in relief.
“Kai...Kai!” More tears streamed down my face. “Kai I remember you! I remember everything now. I forgot for a few minutes but now I remember. Silly huh?” I hiccuped as I stifled a laugh.
“But now I’ll be able to see you Kai. I’ll be able to see the man who loves me and tell him my true feelings. My deepest wish has come true thanks to you Kai...”
I turned to my left where Kai’s voice was coming from.
I had to clasp a hand over my mouth to prevent myself from screaming. My eyes widened in sudden fear. I could feel the color drain from my face. What is standing beside the bed is Kai? It can’t be... That thing can’t be Kai! But it had Kai’s chest. Kai’s voice. Kai’s lips...
It’s arms were not human male arms though. Its arms were covered in a thick, dark brown fur like that of a bear’s, at least what from people told me about bears, along with large bear-like paws for hands and five claws for five fingers. So he lied about wearing “bath mitts...” Clearly there was no "dog" either...
It was not wearing any pants. I blushed slightly at this. Its “manhood” I guess I can call it that, was sticking straight out from in between its long, perfect legs covered in what people had described to me as reptile scales. The scales were a certain color too. A gloomy color...
“Gray is the gloomiest color Jezebel....” My mother’s words came back into my mind. The scales, which started just below his bell button, were gray, sickly looking.
I stared down at where its feet should be but there were no feet. I do not even know what to call them. I remember my father telling me about this movie called Jurassic Park about dinosaurs and how there were these dinosaurs called velociraptors. He described to me their anatomy in the movie and its“feet” matched my father’s velociraptor feet description. Five long, deadly dagger-sharp claws replaced where its toes should be. That explains the skittering noises on the hard wood floor.
My newly opened eyes traveled upward. I now knew what long, slimy thing has brushed against me in the bathroom. What I had learned to be a tail, flicked back and forth behind him. It was unruly long, thin and the darker shade of gray my mother had told me about. What is it called... Black! That’s it it’s black!
My eyes traveled higher to its face. Its face was normal, like a regular human’s. Its face was well-shapen, thin and an ill pale color. Its nose seemed normal like mine and rich brown hair lay on the top of its head in a tousled mess.Except, two curved black horns popped out from his head. I shuddered.
Its eyes disturbed me the most, however. Its eyes were the color of the ocean which my mother told me is blue, a sad yet alluring color. But its pupils were demonic vertical black slits. They looked absolutely menacing.
My frightened heart pounded against my chest. Is this really Kai? Is this why he didn’t want me to see him? Is this why he called himself hideous? Because he is a... I gasped into my hand. Oh my. He is the...
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Blind Beauty
Romance"Some say that the monster is still there today and waits for a beautiful woman to come to his demonic chantey so that he can steal her soul..." Jezebel Sinclair is blind. She has been blind for as long as she can remember, never being able to view...
