The Star who Blocks the Sun

Chapter 3

"Sanjna! You were nearly late today!" Vincent cried, about to lecture me on how irresponsible I was lately as I came out of the locker rooms in a black tee and jeans that were mandatory when working.

"I know Vin, I'm sorry." I groaned, sliding my sign-in card on the small machine on the wall. "I overslept."

The black-haired man raised his brows and leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed. "You. Oversleep? Is the world at its end already?" He gasped, comically striking a dramatic pose.

I giggled and shook my head at him. "It was just one small messup, I'm not Miss Perfect anyway." I sighed, thinking about the person in my dream. . . Nuada was he called? Now he was perfect.

"Oh, by the way," Vincent dug for something in his pocket and took out a slip of paper, holding it out for me. "Your monthly pay." He grinned as I took the check in my hands as if it were gold.

I almost fainted, it seemed like it was ages since I last got my last paycheck. I threw my arms around his neck and gave him repeated kisses on his cheek. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" I almost squealed as I pulled away.

Vincent chuckled weakly, recovering from my sudden "hug attack" as he called it. "No problem, kiddo. You've earned it. Give me another month of hard work and I might give you a raise." He winked.

Grinning from ear to ear, I tended to the customers located within my perimeter for the afternoon meal. I noticed that no one had went to assist the table where a pale stranger sat so I bounced over with a bright smile, totally forgetting about my timidness. "Hello, welcome to Vincent's, may I take your order. . ." I trailed off as he looked up.

I took in a sharp breath. This man had the same hair, eyes, and complexion as me. His golden eyes widened slightly as they focused on me, the hardness resting there melting away into a softness that almost drowned me. "Sanjna. . ." He breathed.

His voice sounded familiar, though I couldn't recall where I had heard it before. "I'm sorry. . ." I whispered, swallowing the nervousness down. "Do I know you. . .?"

The man closed his eyes and looked away. "I will take a glass of water." He said, answering my first question. Nodding quite numbly, I turned and fled behind the counter to get his drink.

Throughout my entire shift, I felt eyes on my back. It wasn't one of those relaxing lover-type things. No, it was the feeling that you get when you get all tingly. But when the sun started falling down from the sky, Vincent said I was good to go and I almost collapsed in relief. The adrenaline in my body had faded, leaving me weary.

Changing out of my uniform quickly and signing out, I slowly peeked over the corner of the scanned the restaurant's current patrons. The stranger wasn't at his spot so I scurried out of the building, wondering if I've finished my school assignments yet. As I passed the dark alleyway where several gangs meet up to do bad things, someone wrapped his or her arm around my waist and clamped a hand over my mouth. My reflexes kicked in and I started struggling as he or she dragged me deeper into the darkness. No please! God, save me! I prayed feverently as I shut my eyes and tried wiggling out, tried crying for help. . . but both my movements and sounds were restrained and muffled.

"Don't scream." A familiar voice hissed in my ear. It reminded me of someone. . . but who? Nevertheless, my erratic movements ceased and I relucantly reclined against his muscular chest. This person had no boobs so I knew immediately that this was a man.

My back throbbed with pain as I was shoved against an alleyway wall. Is this the end. . .? Oh God help me. I mentally slapped myself. I shouldn't be too paranoid. "Will you scream once I release you?" 

I shook my head no as best as I could with my head crushed against the brick. Slowly, my assaulter removed his hand, but he kept the arm around my waist in place. The contact made me shiver not in disgust. . . but something else. Pleasure? I'm going insane. "Do you know me?"

I raised my eyes and saw the pale stranger from earlier. I took in his silk hair tinged with gold at the ends, his alluring golden eyes. . .  Although I thought as hard as I could, I couldn't place his face with anyone I knew. "N-No. . ." I stammered after a while, my heart pounding with fear. 

I heard him sigh in disappointment as he turned away. The remaining light of the sun shone over the stranger's face and I gasped. He didn't seem to notice my gasp and continued to speak.

"I am Prince Nuada Silverlance of the Bethmoora Clan, the last of the Warriors." Nuada he exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "You resemble someone I once knew so I thought. . ." He trailed off, suddenly whirling around to throw a punch at the wall on the opposite side. He muttered something under his breath, but I couldn't hear what he said.

Then something clicked in my head as an image of Nuada and Terra sleeping together under the sun flashed in front of my mind's eye.

"Nuada. . .? Terra the wolf. . ?" I muttered in shock as I pieced together the information.

Apparently, he heard what I said and swiveled toward me, eyes wide with hope. "Do you remember me?" He crossed the distance between us in two long strides and cupped my face in his calloused hands. "Sanjna?"

I took a deep breath, deciding that this man should know that I wasn't his friend or whatever he thought I was. "No. . . yes. . .? Sorta." I winced as I finished lamely, pulling away. I brushed my hair behind my ear to play with the rounded tips. Whenever I felt cornered or stressed, I would fiddle with my ears but everytime I did, I would feel a sense of loss as if something that was supposed to be there, wasn't.

Nuada's eyes hardened as he glared at my ear. What's wrong with my ear? "Did the humans do that to you?" He hissed vehemently, unknowingly switching to the ancient language in his fury. With a shaking hand, he traced the rim of my other ear and the action was strangely comforting.

"No. . ." I whispered, releasing my ear to rub my hands together. It was cold tonight. 

"You understand me?" His eyes widened slightly as he withdrew his hand. Something within me wilted when his warm touch faded away.

I bit my lip, nervously shifting my weight from one feet to another. "Yes."

"Then—" Nuada paused in his sentence as he looked into the darkness, his eyes hardening into dangerous slits. "You should go. It is late and I am sure you have plenty of other matters to attend to." Slowly, he drew a short spear with a mysterious symbol. My blood ran cold at the weapon. I've always disliked violence and seeing a weapon—sharpened and polished until it was nearly sparkling—in front of me caused me to feel lightheaded. 

Wearily rubbing my forehead, I flinched as an image of Nuada and I laughing in a beautiful forest came into view. Shaking my head, I nodded numbly. "See you, Nuada." The name fell off of my lips in the most pleasurable way and I nearly shivered.

Without waiting for a reaction, I quickly walked away from the otherworldly prince, thinking about how warm his eyes were. Other than mother, father and Terra, no one has ever looked at me that way. . .

Sorry it's so short/crappy. I've totally forgotten about this story and Wattpad altogether. Hopefully the next one will be better @.@