My Guardian Stalker

Chapter 6

Later that day they were sitting out on the back porch of her house, her dad still hadn't returned from business but she thought maybe he'd stayed an extra day for pleasure, he did it quite often enough. They had been playing catch with her dads old football and now they sat on the edge of the deck, her toes barely brushed the sand below. He leaned back against the side of the deck next to her. She had showered earlier after their talk and loosely curled her hair, she wore a tan kind of sand colored three quarter sleeved sweater and some blue jean shorts. Daniel was still in the same clothes from the day before.

"So do you remember every time we fell in love, all the way back to the first one?"

Pain filled his eyes, "Of course I remember them all. This will be the twenty-seventh year. The first year was the worst because I knew nothing of it happening. You were sixteen, so you had two years left, and I was walking out of this store in London. You were out with your mother when you dropped your glove on the ground and your mother was scolding you when I walked up and picked it up for you, this was back before like Palace of Versailles and stuff. You died on the way to our wedding on your birthday. David Akai was on the horse that ran into your carriage and killed you and ever since he's always the reason you die or he's the master mind behind your dying. Its in my top twenty six worst days of my life." He chuckled.

"When was I the most beautiful?" Her curiosity was unwavering, "And be truthful one-hundred percent."

He was silent for a long period of time and then he spoke, "Probably the fifteenth time I believe it was, you looked like, well this, just you were a little shorter, because back then most people weren't a hundred feet tall like now. You had this huge collection of dresses, because you were practically royalty and man did you love me so much. It was one of the years that you actually loved me so much more than I was able to love you. It was probably our second date and you were talking about marriage and kids and everything and because I was of lower class than you...well your father objected when you brought it up to him but man did you fight. I remember you coming to me in the middle of the night in my home because your father had slapped you across the face and told you if you tried to argue with him again then you'd get worse than a slap across the face but even though you'd been in tears you'd told me the whole story about how you continued to argue with him and he finally gave. I believe you were fifteen at the time so we were married by time you were sixteen, and when you died you..." But he cut off.

"Come on! You can't leave it off at that! How do I die!" But she hadn't realized yet why he'd cut off and when he said it, she wished she could take the whole question back of wanting to know.

"You were five months pregnant with our first kid and David broke into the house while I'd been away picking up a gift on your birthday to bring home for you. It was a blanket I'd had personally made for you and the baby. I wasn't the richest man and I had told you several times that I wouldn't be able to give you everything you'd ever want but before we'd married you'd insisted that as long as you were with me than it was all you could ever ask for. You'd been so good to me and all I'd been able to do was have a stupid blanket made for you." He was breathing heavily, out of anger or something else she wasn't sure.

"Do you still have the blanket?" She touched his shoulder lightly.

"Of course I do, I've kept everything I've ever given you or was going to give you." He looked over at her and his eyes got soft when they met hers.

"Can I see them again?" When his eyes hardened and his shoulders grew tight she laughed, "Please, just one more time then I maybe won't ask again." She laughed even more and he began to relax a little. Soon enough though his wings were out and she was reaching out to touch them.

When her fingertips barely brushed over them he flinched away, "Sorry, you've just never been this fascinated with them before is all so I'm not used to the touch."

She ran her hands across the tips of the feathers and a hum began to rise from his chest. She smiled and began tracing outlines of the bone structures and the hum got louder. She giggled a little and wrapped her legs around his waist so her feet were on his stomach and pulled his back closer to her. She laid her head in the spot right between where the wings met his back and drew figures on his wings. His hum got soft and his whole body seemed to relax a ton. She kissed his spin and along the skin between his wings and his hum got heavier but his body was still relaxed and when she lightly ran her nails over one of his wings, he let out a gasp. Then quickly his wings pulled in behind him and disappeared, almost smacking her in the face.

"Enough." His voice had a tone of finality to it. "Don't touch them again.

"Fine, then I get to ask another question. Why were you almost dead washed up on the shore last time I was here as Isabel?" She was determined to find out the answer to her question.

"Can I take you to Colorado and show you what your old life looked like first and then explain it?" He turned around and smiled.

"Fine but how will we get there, not like we can take a plane and fly there."

"No... but somebody here has a wonderful set of wings and can fly you to Colorado faster than a jet," and excitement filled his eyes.