Eldritch [the original]

Chapter 2 ~ Avoiding the Inevitable

          I promised not to scream. I am going to keep that promise, so for the life of me, breathing isn't an option right now. I just pulled in a rigid breath before pulling my hands over my mouth to keep from freaking out from the person....the thing that was towering over me. At first, his face contorted into fear, probably scared I would scream, to such an extent that he pulled his hand away from the lamp in the corner, the one he turned on, which emitted light, but not too much. It was nice and dim, like a fireplace someone had forgotten to turn off and now it's midnight, but the fire is still blazing. Afterwards, he just sort of pulled away to looked at me with fearful and concerning eyes, he hid it well, but I could see right through him. And, man did Remmi tell the truth when she said you could get lost in his eyes. His handsome golden eyes filled with such depth and emotion, and they sparkled like a glimmering treasure was hidden behind them. "Are you okay? You're not going to scream?" he asked. She didn't lie about his voice either. It was almost as captivating as his eyes. His voice was velvet soft, soothing to an extent, but scratchy, seductive. It could have made you feel overwhelmed, it would make anyone's heart shift in desire. But I didn't like him like that, that's why I froze up. I stumbled, it caused me to take a step back but he never let go of my hand, which kept me from falling over. He knelt down to my height so his eyes were level with mine and they shimmered like the reflection of the sunset in the ocean's waters in the late hours of the day. I just couldn't get over his eyes they were so fascinating, riveting....and his voice too compelling, his touch so pleasurable...I didn't like it, but I certainly couldn't deny it.

          He placed his main hands on my cheeks and cupped my face in his hands, and he held me there, stared me down, but I didn't mind. My mind had drifted elsewhere. "Are you ready to leave, dear?" he said, a smile hinting in his voice, on his face. One side of his mouth twitched upward into a pleasant smirk. "W-where are we going?" I questioned him. "To the dream dimension, of course! Where else?" he teased, letting go of me and getting back up. This was it then? So the voices weren't just in her head? Apparently not. Now, if someone would have told me they were real, I wouldn't believe them. In fact, I'm not entirely sure i should believe my eyes for seeing something like this. But I know they're real. I only know because Vincecho is standing in front of me, what I estimated to be about 6'4 and towering over me. His purple skin light, kind of pale, and his ruffled purple hair that stuck out in all directions, almost as dark as the purple sweater he wore that slipped off his left shoulder. So much purple, but it was a lie to say it was too much because he looked just fine. It suited him. He was so tall, so handsome, so sweet, so calm...and I hated it. "Are you coming?" he cut off my thoughts. "What about Remmi?" I asked him, full of worry. "She can't know I'm here," he whispered. "Why not?" I asked, didn't he talk to her through her thoughts anyhow, she'd love to see that these people were actually real! "I'll explain on the way, just follow me," he whispered, his eyes staring at me, his grin taking a toll on my thoughts. Why'd he have to be so grudgingly interesting?! Not looking away from me, he reached over and turned the lamp off, taking my hand in his again. I liked the way his skin felt too, kind of scratchy, but soft like fabric. I guess that's the best way to describe how someone's skin felt like...I couldn't see him anymore, it was dark again, but this time, I guess it was a little more okay than before. I listened as he opened the door and led me into the other room and directed me over to the window, still open from when he came in. Couldn't he just teleport? Icy nighttime air flowed in, making Remmi's already freezing room even colder. I could see the moon, and the light it placed over the land like a blanket, not enough, but at least I could see better out there than I could in here. "We're jumping," he muttered. My eyes widened. "N-no..." I mumbled, letting go of his hand and taking a step back. I was too young to die, even if it meant seeing all these imaginary characters, I mean chances are something is wrong if they need me...and even if I didn't die I was going to break an ankle jumping from a two storey window. "Alex," how did he know my name...? "Alex, I need you to trust me." He put his foot on the window and pulled his other foot around. He turned to look at me with those lively eyes and extended a hand towards me. "Please." he asked this of me, "trust me," he said, fearful that I might turn him down. And with eyes like that, a voice like that, who was I to do so? Sure, he was crazy, but maybe I could trust him, because he was probably smarter than me, too. I took a deep breath. "Okay..." I muttered, taking his hand. "C'mon," he said, turning to look out the window. I perched my foot up on the window. "Ready?" he asked, ducking through the window and glancing down at the ground. I slowly did the same before nodding, grudgingly, though, I wasn't really that ready. But I couldn't stop him now, he took the jump, pulling me with him. I almost shrieked, but his arms just pulled around me and I could feel his lips in my hair. I could feel the frigid air brisking past me as we continued falling, far too long, the world faded, and we returned into the descending darkness of Remmi's room. We weren't back in her room, no, I kind of wish, but it was about as dark. eventually, the darkness took on more of a starry night appearance, and it was only now I realized we'd stopped falling. "V-Vincecho?" I mumbled, staring up at the sky. It was nothing like anything I had ever seen, it looked like a dream, the sky looked like the fabled images of space posted on the web, a contrast of bright colors colliding with the black, stars scattered across everything like freckles splattered and stained on the sky permanently. It was beautiful. "Isn't it astounding?" he whispered into my hair. "Yeah," I muttered in return. He held me up and pulled himself into a sitting position, placing me down in front of him. He curled his body around me, pressed my back against his chest and pulling his arms back around me. I looked up at the sky, and he rested his head on mine and star gazed with me as well. "Almost as pretty as you," he mumbled. "Don't say that," I responded. "Look, you're cool and all, but I don't like you that way." while it was a risky statement, it was true. For now, anyways. Sure, I loved his eyes, and his voice, and his smirk, and...well...everything. But just because I like someone as much as I liked him, doesn't mean I have to like them that way. Best friends, right? "You say that, but you're only avoiding the inevitable." I could hear the smile in his voice, and I can't say that I can argue.