Warsaw

Coffee

Ebony~

I walked down the sidewalk from the old red truck Roger drove us in, with Roger right beside me, our strides falling in time together to an easy rhythm. His tall, lanky figure seemed angled towards me, and I felt my heart pound. Before Nikolai came along and forced his feelings on to me, I had been in love with Roger. Not that Roger knew I was.

"Ladies first," Roger held open the door for me and dramatically bowed and waved me into the cafe.

"Thank you, good knight," I giggled. Roger flashed his gorgeous smiles at me, making the blood rush to my face as I scurried into the cafe. Roger smirked when he saw a few of our classmates, ones we didn't particularly like, sitting at one of the tables. They wore black jeans and variants of black tops, and had dyed hair and scary looking eyes that almost seemed to shred your soul when you looked at them.

"Stay close, don't want the hell hounds to get you," Roger mused, chuckling. I bit my lower lip as Roger took my hand, making my heart skip, and I walked with him over to the order line. I glanced over the menu, my eyes taking in the new fall blends and creations.

"Ebony, we all know you aren't really struggling to decide," Roger laughed gently. He stepped up to order. "One chai tea and a small espresso for the lady with a touch of peppermint. And whip cream." I blushed as he knew exactly what I wanted; he always did. Roger threw his heart melting smile at me, the one where his lips turned up and his white teeth seemed to shine like pearls. Roger knocked his elbow gently against mine as he handed the cashier the money for the drinks. I giggled, fixing my black hair away from my face. The chime for the store sounded as the door opened, and I turned to glance at whoever had left or entered, and I fought to keep my face straight when I saw who stood there.

With his hair messy and falling around his dark grey eyes, his masculine jaw locked as his dark pink lips split into a smile. My stomach did a flip, and I racked my eyes over his outfit, black skin fitted jeans, black combat boots, a white tank top under a grey v-neck sweater. Nikolai.

I turned to Roger, grabbing his arm.

"I have to use the restroom. Pick out a table for us?" I asked, flashing a smooth, sweet smile. Roger nodded and I hurried to the one-stalled ladies' room, locking the door behind me. I turned around, letting out a shriek of terror when I saw Nikolai standing in front of me.

"Scream if you want, I froze their minds in time, so no one can hear you." He chuckled. Then his eyes grew red and solid black, as they did when he was infuriated. "Ebony, why must you show your beauty in such tormenting ways to other men?! You are mine!" Nikolai pinned me against the door.

"I'm not yours!" I yelled. "I don't know you!"

"Ebony, you are Bartok's daughter, my wife!" Nikolai roared in desperation. My ring finger on my left hand began to burn where a silver ring would have been placed.

"I'm not your wife!" I cried in terror.

"Yes you are!" Nikolai begged. "Please, I was going to be patient with you because the Angel Irasham erased your memory of me, but... Seeing how you look at that mortal scum! I love you, not him! I'm your husband, not him!" Nikolai lifted my face and kissed me desperately, knotting his hands in my hair, his mouth hot on mine. I felt some foreign instinct take over, and I kissed him back, panting and gasping as I threw my arms around his neck.

"Oh... My love, my sweet, sweet, wife, I love you," Nikolai moaned through the kiss, wrapping his right arm around my torso and molding my body to his. His lips became hot on mine as he kissed me, our breaths mixing.

"Nikolai..." I moaned, throwing back my head as he sucked on my throat.

"Yes, my love. Moan my name. Cry out from our love." Nikolai rejoiced. He gripped me closer as I groaned and trembled, his breath on my neck making my brain hazy. Nikolai began to softly kiss on my neck, humming to me a soft, sweet love tune. I finally broke away from him, feeling something tick inside me, the rational part of my mind beginning to work again.

"Stay away from me!" I yelled at Nikolai as I bolted out of the girls' bathroom. I noticed that everyone was moving again, Roger glancing around calmly. I took a deep breath, to try and calm myself down, and I walked over to Roger, a smile on my face.

"Hey Ebs," Roger smiled at me. "That was quick."

"What can I say?" I laughed, trying to keep the nerves out of my voice. Roger winked and handed me my coffee, moving towards one of the tables near the windows of the café, our favorite place to sit and watch the people walk by. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I sat down across from Roger, angled towards the door, and my stomach flipped when I saw Nikolai eye me, an evil, confident smirk on his face, before he faded through the door and disappeared.