Sympathy For The Devil (On Hold)

iv) Fuzzy Blue Lights

-Adam’s P.O.V.-

I lift my head off my chest, with a soreness in my neck, evidence that I must've slept for a couple hours. I turn my head to look out the window again to see the sky painted pink, purple and orange, all elegantly blended together.

My hands twitch, as they try to snake out of their bonds. You would think living up here in the woods, a girl would learn how to tie a knot. After a few more moments of wiggling around, the rope falls into a heap behind me on the ground. I bring my hands to my lap and massage my wrists, they don’t really hurt but it’s more out of comfort.

Now what do I do? I guess I could call the cops on the girl, but if I do that the cops and paparazzi are going to know I'm here and that’ll ruin the entire purpose of my hiatus. Well not really, I guess I could ask to keep the case under wraps, yet I can’t help but remember how electric we were together earlier.

I get up from the table and walk to the wall phone, but something keeps me from picking it up. If I call the police they'll come and take her away, but, it's not like she's done anything bad, she's just been putting the house to good use, and I kind of see the reasoning behind tying me up. I guess I'd do the same if I was a girl and a man just walked into my house.

I let out a sigh of indifferance as I turn and stroll over to the stairs, and head to my room. As I get to the top, I pass her room's closed door with a variety of lights shining out from the edges. 

I'm going to figure her out, one way or another, but first I have to find my guitar.

-Artemis' P.O.V.-

I'm seated cross legged on my bed, letting the fumes from my blunt fill the air as I scour a book for information on Doll's Eyes, while different colored lights flash about my room, casting rainbows on the cieling and walls. I have a feeling this is going to be the hardest job I've ever done. 

I drop the blunt onto a plate and let my hands massage my face for a bit, before glancing at my IPod next the open book, with the screen showing all the camera feed within house. My hands stop, and reach for the device, bringing it closer for me to examine one of the screens. Huh. 

Adam is staring at the wall phone, reaches for it but his hand suddenly stops mid-air, then he turns and goes up the stairs and I scroll over to the guest bedroom camera. I see him go into his closet, but I put the phone down before I see anything else. 

Well, at least he passed the test.

Aretmis, I still think you're a fool for letting him stay, even IF he passed your stupid test.

Hey, if he isn't going to call the cops on me, then he should be able to stay.

The grandfather clock down the hall, chimes six times, reminding me I have to eat dinner. I hop off my bed, slip my gun in my waist band and dash out of the smoke filled room and down the stairs. As I get to the bottom of the stairs I hear the gentle strumming of an acoustic guitar coming from the living room. I decide to ignore it and slip into the kitchen, pulling a can of beans out of the cabinet and setting them to cook in a pot. 

It falls silent aside from the flames on the stove.

"Is that enough for both of us?" Adam asks from behind me. His voice isn't deep, like many of the men I've met, but strangely, it was enchanting.

My hand flies to my hip as I turn around,"I only buy food for one."

He's leaning on the wall, still in the same clothes as earlier, but he looks rested.

I turn back around to stir the beans and I hear him advance towards me.

"So I take it you're not going to make me anything," He whispers in my ear.