"Hello and welcome to..." Her mind stopped as she looked at the man who was vaguely familiar. Tasha finally dismissed the thought as coincidence as there was no way Tony could be here. Relaxing again she finished her thought. "Welcome to Mad Batters. What can I help you with?"
"Hola señora! I just to know. Did you miss me?" Tasha froze externally, as this couldn't be happening. His hand latched onto her wrist and she writhed and scrambled to avoid being dragged along with him. Unfortunately, he was strong and pulled her to his side of the counter, and gave her feather light kisses that burned against Tasha's skin. "No matter what, you belong to me and, you will follow along quietly or else.
She panicked and screeched out "Leave me alone!" or would have, if not for Toni's quick reaction and hand covering her lips. People averted their gazes and did nothing as she was pulled along towards the door. NO one was going to help her. 'Why weren't they doing something?'
"Hey let her go!" A masculine voice called at as he blocked the doors. Tasha smiled and felt elated that not only was someone going to help her, but it was Epsilon. However the grip around her tightened and she was pinned firmly against his side. "Toni, I whooped your a** once, even when the odds were stacked against me. I spared you out of kindness, but trust me I will not hesitate to show no mercy this time. So I'll say it one more time. Let. Her. Go." The look on his face was murderous, but she could see worry glimmering in his eyes.
Before anything else could be done or said, Toni practically threw Tasha at the onyx haired male. Catching her with ease, he smiled at her and pecked her lightly. "We have to stop meeting up with you in trouble." He teased.
"Oh please, you like being the hero!" She fluidly retorted. "And what sort of hero doesn't have a damsel in distress?" However, apprehension filled her. "Epsilon?" she whispered quietly.
"Yes, flower? But please, while we're in public call me Emit. Epsilon is a rather curious name you know." He muttered lowly into her ear.
"How are you here? I- I mean how is this possible? I'm here, because I died there, but you..." Tasha gaped. "And look at you! You aren't half snake anymore either!" She whispered, becoming little more than a whisper at the end of her dialogue.
"Not another word, please, let's go somewhere private to talk. I don't want people to think us crazy, you know, for talking about all of..." He paused unsure of what to call the Hellenistic based city. "That."
"Oh, of course! Please let's go to my house, we can have some coffee or something and then we can talk. Oh!" she squealed, I'm so happy you're here!"
Arriving at her home, Epsilon and Tasha, sat on the porch, watching clouds and talking idly. Going inside, Tasha retrieved snacks and two mugs of coffee, before turning and going back to the porch. Standing quietly, she couldn't help but stare at Epsilon, his silhouette on the lake of fiery oranges and crimson red and the glare of yellow as the sun disappeared and was quickly being replaced with the dark, starry-sky of night. Without a word, the two enjoyed the others presence in the comfortable silence.
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General FictionA college student named Tasha has one secret She has kept since her childhood. She can fall into books. However, she can't control it. What happens when she falls into a hefty textbook on ancient mythology?
