My Precious Darkling

Chapter 9

A knock on the door startled me out of my thoughts. I got up from the floor and quickly jumped onto the bed; I turned towards the door that was now ajar and noticed someone was in the doorway. It wasn't Terry. Thank god. Even though I thought that, I felt a tinge of sadness in my heart but I ignored the feeling. The person that was at the door was a tall, lean, young looking guy, his eyes were a vivacious blue-green which stood out from his white skin; his hair was dirty blonde and was long enough to curl behind his ears, his face had no creases or crevices of any kind, not even acne marks. His jawline was tight and looked to have little to no stubble protruding from his statue like face; his lips were a soft rose bud pink which stayed a thin line across his face, further investigation of his body, I could see he had a fine build - strong enough to do manual labor but not enough where his muscles protruded awkwardly from behind his shirt. He wore a gray v-neck shirt and blue jeans with a black belt.

"So you're the one she's been rambling on about?" He voice was hard like stone, and extremely masculine. His question unnerved me as I looked back into his eyes and saw no spark of amusement - or anything else for that matter - inside of them. He took a step towards me and I stiffened when he reached the side of the bed. His hand shot out like a coiled rattlesnake and put a vice grip on my chin; he pulled me closer to him and turned my head from side to side as if he was scanning me. I tried not to look him in the eyes as he observed my features but I was drawn to them like steel to a magnet. He caught me looking but made no facial change that meant he acknowledged it, but my cheeks flared from embarrassment.

"What are you doing to my pet?" The man in front of me released my chin and turned to Terry.

"I'm examining him. Don't get your panties in a twist." The man huffed and walked out the door, but not before throwing Terry a not-so-friendly glare as he passed her. She scoffed and walked inside the room while closing the door. Her frown turned into a huge grin when she saw me.

"Hey baby! I'm so sorry about Langston. He's a real asshole." Her eyes scanned my body for any physical markings Langston could've left. When she was satisfied with her check, she sat on the bed and pulled me into a warm embrace. "I've missed you my little pet." She purred into my heart while running a hand through my hair; as scared as I was on the inside, it felt so good to feel her running her fingers through my hair. Unintentionally I leaned into her body and my eyelids grew heavy with sleep but I fought it off, I couldn't let my guard down around her, or any of her friends. She seemed to sense my weakening and pulled my body down onto the bed beside her. All this time I didn't speak because I really didn't know what to say, I wasn't even sure if this was real. My body was still tensed but I was slowly losing the battle over sleep. I gotta stay awake. I listened to her breathing and noticed it was getting slower and much deeper, I risked moving and moved my gaze up to her face and saw that her eyelids were shut. Her grip didn't tighten when I moved the first time, so I grabbed her arm and pushed it to her side. The whole time I felt my heart racing like a drum and I could've swore that anyone close enough could hear it, but luckily she didn't and I was in the clear, which made me slightly relax. When I rolled off the bed, I walked to the other side of the room and sat down; the only reason I moved was so I wouldn't be next to her, it was confusing enough as it was to see her alive but to actually have her still love me after all that time is a little unbelievable. Even if she lived this whole time, its been 5 years - almost 6 - that she was gone and in that time she could have found someone new. The time I knew Terry, I never figured her to be an obsessive type of person. We had been friends before we started dating, and I watched her date and let guys go like they meant nothing to her. Why did I date her? I thought that I could be the one person in her life that would make her feel like she was special, I didn't want her to 'need' me but I wanted her to want me enough that she'd do enough on her part to keep me happy too.

As I sat there on the wall, I watched her sleeping form mechanically. I didn't search for anything specific in her form, but subconsciously I was scrutinizing every inch of her body, trying desperately to see if there was something different and could debunk this myth that she somehow survived what happened. I noticed her womanly curves and the way her clothes nicely showed them off. Her shirt was pushed up, revealing her stomach and toned abs which made me lick my lips; and the way she was breathing made me see her breasts rise and fall smoothly, again I licked my lips at the sight. My examining eyes found her lips - they were slightly parted and she had wore a peach colored lip gloss that made her lips look cute and enticing. My mind rolled over the sight and I couldn't help my raging hormones that were released at my not-so-innocent thoughts. My pants got a little shorter and my cheeks burned up which made me get extremely nervous so I looked around for something to cover my bulge, but the only thing around was the pillows that were on my bed. Fuck my luck... I slowly rose from the floor and tiptoed towards the occupied bed, stopping whenever she moved even an inch. My eyes were glued to her unmoving body and my feet were like lead as I hesitated to reach over for a pillow - honestly at this point my boner probably went away but it was now for the purpose of sleeping on the floor. When she softly snored I made my quick retrieval of a nearby pillow and retracted my prize with no further hesitation and the quickness of the Flash. I froze solid when she mumbled and turned over, She's a heavy sleeper. I smiled softly at the thought, she even looked really cute and innocent while she slept. I admired her again, but this time, with a genuine and caring approach - I even wanted to pluck the hair from her face and push it behind her ears; its a really cliché thing to do but it's still cute! I shook myself from my awed stupor and found a comfortable spot in the corner of the room and settled myself down on the floor with my pillow. Aw shit. I forgot another important thing. I didn't grab a blanket! This room, unfortunately, didn't have a heater so I was newly aware that this room got a little chilly later in the day so I needed a blanket to be comfortable. Looking back at the bed with the unwanted body occupying it, I decided to not risk another trip over there and date to sleep without a blanket to cover myself with. Right now the temperature in the room was comfortable enough that I could sleep soundly, so my logic was that if I fell asleep now, I'd be able to sleep through the cold temperature ad when I do wake up she'll be long gone. I placed my pillow below my hand and I laid down. I curled myself into a little ball and closed my eyes and focused on trying to sleep - but like all things so far, I can't get my way - it had to happen at this time that someone noticed that Terry was missing and the obvious place she would be is in my room.

A young woman walked into my room without even a warning sign that she was approaching or that she even had the thought of entering. These people are so goddamn rude! Nobody knocks. I watched the young woman bounce over to Terry and nudge her awake.

"Terry, its time to get up. The grand master is waiting for you!" The young girl had a soft velvety voice that would put someone in a deep sleep if she continued on. Her voice was completely mesmerizing, there was just something about it, as if it had some weight fused with it that weighed on a person's eyelids and persuaded the listener to stick to her every word and give up their alertness and rest easy. I was still laying down on the floor, my head still rested on my soft pillow as my eyes carefully watched the two young girls interact. Terry slowly opened her eyes to see that the young girl was trying to awaken her; when the newcomer said 'grand master' Terry's eyes shot open quicker and with a sudden eagerness, she leapt from her prone position to a state of complete attentiveness. The young woman spoke to Terry again in a hushed tone and although I could not make out what she was saying, I still caught the wave of her voice that slipped through the air like a snake and slithered into my ears and hissed sweet lullabies. My eyes could no longer stay open and I felt total relief when I finally shut them and saw blackness; almost as soon as I shut my eyes I had been put to sleep, but not before I heard Terry speak to the young woman.

"Isn't he so innocent looking like that?" The young woman grunted in agreement before Terry said, "it'll be a shame he won't be like that after the ceremony." My body gave in to the lure of sleep and I fell unconscious.