Count Down To Love

III~Beginning of a New Relationship~

~You have to beat the king to be the king. No one is going to hand you a gold medal. (Donovan Bailey)~

        "Here I'll show you to a room." I follow the man as I watch my soulmate leave. I don't think we made it obvious but maybe the way she reacted to me must have given it away because the man walking in front of me speaks words that hit hard. "Give her time."

        Why does she need time? I'm the one that was chosen as a perfect match for her and she is acting like it means nothing. "Why did she storm off?" Most women are joyous when they find their mate but she doesn't seem to be interested at all.

        "She needed to get home so she could rest and get ready for work, I'm sure she called in and told them she needed something to do tonight."

       "I meant..."

        The man nods and lets out a sigh, "I know what you meant and that's something you must find out for yourself. It is not my place to say." Slowly I nod my head as I think about the different possibilities but none come to mind. I'm sure she has a perfectly rational reason for it but I suppose I'll just have to wait and see. "I'll tell you what, I can give you the address of her work and the shift she picked up. Go there to visit her. She will be more willing to talk with you there. She has to be nice to her customers..."

        Silently we walk a little further before he stops in front of a room and writes something on a small piece of paper. As he hands it to me I glance at it before placing it in my pocket, "Thank you."

        "Remember you know nothing about her and you will know even less from what you see tonight. She is a master of disguises and a wonderful actress. She hides in the shadows so do yourself a favor and do not assume what you see tonight is the real her."

        Thinking back on it perhaps I should have listened to him more, he was right. What I saw was not the real her. I saw what I wanted and what she wanted me to see. I can't tell you how long I was blinded by what she showed me.

       As I sit at the bar I watch my sweet Evie as she smiles and serves the customers. She speaks to everyone and laughs with the other girl that is out on the floor as she stays behind the bar. I have to give her time so my stay here will last longer than anticipated. Finally Evie walks over to the side of the bar I am sitting on and her smile becomes visibly strained. "What are you doing here?"

        "I wanted to see where you ran off to and perhaps walk you home tonight."

        She sighs and shakes her head, "You'll be sitting here for a long time if that is your plan. I close tonight."

        "I don't mind waiting." With a smile I watch her walk off to the other side whilst I drink my water.

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        My brother has, once again, run off to the human world in an attempt to show us that the humans can live alongside us in peace. Out of pure boredom and curiosity I follow him. As he walks through the streets I notice him glancing at his wrist so I take a peek. The tattooed numbers are counting down and only minutes and seconds remain.

        He's going to find his other half soon... I look down to my own blank, wrist. Nothing has changed since the day I was brought into existence. I will never find love, yet my brother will in less than an hour. I will never hold the throne but my brother will hold it until his death. It's cruel what the Fates have done but I'll fix that soon.

        Later on I follow my brother to a tavern and not long after he enters he comes running out, headed for home. I let the glamour that is hiding me drop. I might as well have some fun while I'm here. Within seconds of walking into the dimly lit tavern my eyes lock onto a woman with electrifying blue hair that falls just passed her hips. Her toned, yet slender, legs are covered in ink and clothed in shorts that barely cover her rather large backside. As the woman turns around I find that her flat stomach is out on display because the small tank top she is wearing just barely stretches enough to cover her bountiful chest. Her slender arms are out and up as she carries trays of drink and I find that they too are covered in ink. I follow her thin neck to her face. Plump, pink lips are parted slightly as she listens to the customers and her beautiful purple eyes are rimmed with thick, black lashes.