Det var to unge menn som spiller
de gikk langs stranden
når de ser søsters lik
brakt opp på den hvite sanden
Av bein og hennes gylne hår
de gjorde en harpe - vakker som våren
Gentle music slowly pulls me from sleep. I open my eyes to find Alex staring down at me. My head lies in his lap, and he is stroking my hair. He sings softly, giving each sound it's own moment. His blue eyes shine brightly, voice thick with emotion and hidden meaning. I get the feeling he is once again offering up a challenge, one I intended to accept.
Reaching up, I run my fingers through his hair. It's soft, softer than I expected given how spiky it is. For a moment he looks surprised, then his eyes darken and his voice deepens. The song changes. Suddenly, the music wraps around me, pulling me closer to him, or perhaps I'm pulling him to me. The unfamiliar words brush against my mind. Tempting, taunting, seductive.
Harpe brakt til bonde gård
og kan bli kjent med sin sang
"Min søster tok mitt unge liv
men aldri gjør hun ta min mann
På kvelden sitter hun på brudebenk
I morgen vil hun være på bålet brant for
- Ingen bør glemme meg
Når harpe begynner å synge "
We lock eyes once again, and I'm drowning. My lungs burn but I don't fight it. I want this, I need this. I need him. He is the sea and I want to drown. I pull him closer to me as my hands explore his face. He leans down, his lips traveling across my neck, burning my skin.
No, I must see his eyes.
I push him over, nearly straddling him now. I stare into his eyes, overwhelmed by my need to drown in them. My lungs fill with water and my body begins to sink. I'm falling deeper and deeper into the darkness. I feel a tug at my heart, my body loses feeling. I'm floating, drifting, dying.
Alex jerks away suddenly, and I'm thrown back into reason. "What the hell!" He nearly looks guilty.
"You, we, can't do that Lilith. Not yet. It's too dangerous." But even as he says it, he moves closer to me, reaching for my hair.
"That's not what I'm concerned about. What I want to know is why touching you suddenly made me suicidal," I nearly shout, pushing him away. "Did you, what, drug me while I was asleep or something? What the hell is wrong with you?"
He's about to say something but I interrupt. " No, save it. I don't wanna know. I almost forgot you're some psycho stalker. I must be so stupid, I almost felt I could trust you. I'm not sure why really since you break into my house at any hour of the night and watch me sleep apparently." I shake my head. How could I be so stupid. I'm not naive and I'm certainly not gullible, yet I was never once alarmed by Alex's presence. It almost felt... natural.
"I'm calling the police," I say, reaching for my phone.
"No your not, " he replies looking slightly amused.
"Yes, I am." I dial 911, but the line is dead. No signal. "What the hell is so funny?"
"It's all part of the deal, Lilith. Your trust for me, your desire to drown, the fact that no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to wake up your brother while I'm here. Even some of the emotional attraction you feel for me, it's all nature's way of seeing the deal through."
"What fucking deal!?" For the first time ever, Alex was scaring me. Not because of his actions, but because of the truth in his eyes, the sureness his voice held. He knew exactly what he was talking about, and he believed it completely.
"You're asking the wrong questions, Lilith." His eyes are pleading.
"Get out," I say softly.
"Lili-"
"Get out." My voice has gone cold and deadly quiet. His eyes widen a fraction before he nods.
Grabbing his boots, he leaves my room. I listen until the door to shut downstairs. I touch the place he kissed on my neck, surprised to find tears of anger and disappointment coating my face.
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As promised, quick update.
The plot thickens. By now I'm guessing you have ideas as to what's happening, although perhaps not the details. (I love how I'm writing this like I have readers even though I have, like, zero. Haha. ) But even so I'm pretty happy with how the story is going. As always, feedback is appreciated.
Thanks for reading,
DreamingNikol
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