Embrace The Night

Into the Night

Soren pushed at the small window in the basement, of which she had claimed as her bedroom. She had painted the walls a deep, rich purple. The ceiling, however, was black with little holographic stars and moons glued to it. The comforter on her king-sized bed matched the ceiling but her silk sheets and pillows matched the walls.

 Soren had set her small alarm clock for midnight so that she could get up and go to the co-ed party that her parents had forbidden her to go to. She had dressed in her usual clothes; combat boots, ripped fishnets, torn black skirt, a black tank-top, and a long-sleeved mesh shirt to top it all off. 

The window she had been wasting precious energy on finally gave way with a loud screech; Soren froze to listen for her parents.  When no one came down, she squeezed her small frame through the window and set off for the party. 

Nathaniel, the host, had given every Goth in a one-mile radius of Madina High school an invite via email, with the exception of her. Nathaniel had given Soren her invite personally as well as telling her, 

"It would upset me very much if you didn't show, Soren. I really hope you come," his voice dropped an octave as he gently lifted her chin to look him in the eyes. "Please, Soren." He leaned close enough for her to taste his warm, cinnamon-scented breath. Her heart nearly stopped. "I can't wait to see you at my house." He stepped back suddenly, looking slightly off-kilter. After a moment he smiled at her, Nathaniel tilted his head slightly and walked away. 

Soren got chills just thinking of that moment. Of course, those chills may have been from the cool, spring, night air. 

 "Sweet Tefnut. I should have grabbed my jacket," she shivered. 

It was just two more blocks to Nathaniel's house, thankfully. The wind pushed her short blue and black hair into her green/yellow eyes causing her to stop and part it. Although her feet had stopped following footsteps resounded behind her. Soren turned to see if someone was following her. She didn't see anyone but as she turned back towards Nathaniel's she ran face-first into the chest of a very tall, black-clad, delicious smelling guy. As Soren stumbled backward his hand snatched out faster than her eyes could follow and grabbed her arm, stopping her fall. As she regained her balance, Soren looked into the eyes of her "savior". Into bright yellow eyes specked with flecks of green and brown. 

Soren fell into these eyes. She lost all sense of time. Mesmerized. In these eyes, she saw not only intelligence but also wit and pain. So much pain. She also saw lust. A lust so strong it made her knees weak, made her eyes cloud over with desire. She had seen these eyes before. In her dreams. Soren reached up a hand and ran it along his smooth, square jaw. Her thumb feathering over his cheek. 

"I know you," she whispered. Her thumb traced a path over his broad lips. She closed her eyes.

"Gabriel," she sighed. 

He opened his mouth slightly, breathing arm, moist air onto her thumb. His voice came out in a dark, melodic bass. 

"Open your eyes, Sorinave." He used the hand, which was still gripping her arm to chafe some warmth through the mesh. 

"We have to talk, Sorinave. It is important we discuss this now rather than later."

Soren opened her eyes reluctantly, wishing this were one of her dreams so she could taste the lips upon which her thumb played. She sighed and lowered her hand to the front of his worn black hoodie. 

 "What are we supposed to discuss? Can you tell me why it is I keep seeing you in my dreams? Wait, scratch that. How about we start with who you are exactly? Or maybe you can tell me—" 

"SOREN!"

This was a new voice. This was the voice of her foster brother. 

This was Damian.