“Great.” I muttered slipping in the last hairclip over my bangs. How painful.
Fine, they could pamper me with all the ‘you look decent’ or ‘dressing like a high schooler makes you look less like a whore’ blah, blahblah.
To even agree on leaving this prettifying dwelling, you’d think they’d give me a little more dignity. With a hesitant face, I placed the first mossy green contact over the end of my fingertip and stationed it over my eye. A benefit in being immortal was the fact that physical pain didn’t revolve around my world. But that didn’t help in being able to see myself in the mirror.
I knew I had that doubtful gleam edging over my eyes; I faced the perfect stranger that stood before me. Ok, not too bad. The stranger thought, though already longing for the fiery brown shade around my iris.
Now, as far as I was concerned, Fern was planning on taking me wherever Andy was staying, and where Andy was, that meant a new opportunity to ruin a life. I wouldn’t let her off so easily if we were to live under the same roof.
“There you are.”
I jumped; startled that I had jumped. That voice.
Of the purest of all memories, this was the one thing I was allowed to remember. What had seemed to be and evening stroll in a park, instantly changed to a walk through the dark. No light, no images, just sound. Andy’s eminent voice . . . and masculine melodies that always sent an infamous joint of curiosity; yearning to see the subject of its voice.
I couldn’t blink for a sec; my eyes facing my reflection in the mirror. Instantaneously, arms were around me. I didn’t move.
“I ran as fast as I could to get here.” He said. “Fern said it was urgent. She didn’t tell me why.” He sighed hesitantly. “Andy, mind telling me what’s going on?”
I saw myself wince in the mirror.
“Don’t worry.” He said. “Things can’t be that bad.”
I wanted to speak, to say his name and when I attempted in doing so, my voice cracked for the first time in a century. “Ian?”
He leaned his mouth to the side of my face; his chest pressed lightly against my back. “Shhh,” he whispered. “Its fine, you’ll tell me later.”
He spun me around; I didn’t make an effort to easily restrain. He looked into me with what occurred to me to be the most dazzling gray eyes I’d ever laid my eyes upon. He gave me a tender smile, and I couldn’t help but to return one as well.
Now this was something unexpected. Even when our lips were seconds apart, my brain couldn’t register what would happen next.
Push him off. My conscious would holler at. Kick him, bite him—anything.
My body gave no response. I was lost—consumed would be a better word. How I had longed for his face, anything that could give me a description of who he was. Now I began to comprehend that my body longed for his body as well. Could this be the reason Andy kept him away from me? Could she have sensed that this person would particularly appeal to me?
The kiss grew penetrating; from penetrating it distorted to intense. Now, as my fingers tangled into his thick bronze hair, my throat was burning into a passionate crave that would alter my breaths to gasps.
His lips came to a sudden stop and I saw from the reflection of his iris that he was gazing at something in the doorway.
“Ian.” She wheezed; her voice half swollen.
“Andy?” although he wasn’t particularly staring at her. He was looking at me; expecting me to give him an answer of anything.
I tilted my head up a bit. It was without shock that I understood at what he was glancing. I knew Andy would be standing there, eyes crossed and mouth hanging open. Now I knew why Fern had given me contacts identical to Andy’s eye color, she wanted us to look identical. I had her eyes, she had my hair.
I would have sighed if I were alone in this room. I would eventually have to spill the soup. “Ian,” I finally spoke softening my palm over his right cheek, Andy literally snarled at me. “I’m not Andy, my name is January Vagrant. “
He seemed stable for a second. He released my waist and a little stunned, he moved towards Andy. I couldn’t get a good view at what he was doing, though it seemed his hand was laid upon her cheek.
“It’s me.” She whispered.
He hesitated once and tuned his head at my direction. “Look, I never met you in my life. So I’m sorry I kissed you.” He muttered out the last t phrase. “That was wrong.”
I couldn’t help but to sculpt my mischievous smile over my cold lips. “Was it?” I sulked. “Andy, you intentionally hid Ian from me for that reason. Don’t deny it. How hard it must be for him to tell us apart, hmm?” I nodded my head back and forth. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.”
“His name is Caspian, FYI. You are no one to address him otherwise. You hear me?”
I gave her a mocking look. “Yeah, I hear you.”
“Ann, what’s up with you?” Caspian urged; his palm cupped under her chin.
She threw him a cold look. “And you? How could you allow yourself to be trick by a fox?” she glared at me. “Or in your case a vixen.”
“Ann, you look exactly like her I thought—”
“I was her?” she snapped.
“You have the same face.” He noted, like trying to tame his dog.
“And the hair? I dyed it not five minutes ago.”
He paused, looking one way then the other. “I was getting to that.”
“After or before she caressed who knows what?”
I scoffed; one eyebrow now an arc. “I was getting to that.” I echoed Caspian’s words.
His mouth clicked then. “See, you’ve pissed her off.”
“Good.” She muttered.
For a second she seemed to me like a small dog who was trying to act brave. It was amusing in some ways and hilarious in others. I think a better word would be a tantrum.
His eyes tightened. He was about to say something, but I interrupted, shutting his mouth back up.
“Save it.” I said. “You can both get out of my room. Your girlfriend here can throw a fit for all I care.”
He wrapped her arms around her waist and then moved to action.
“Excuse us.” He apologized.
“Chao cariño.” I waved bye-bye.
I waited patiently until I was sure they were all in the southern part of the house.
Now, peace and liberty at last. I let my body fall as it may over the bed.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Ugh, now what?” I grunted; smashing the pillow into the frame of my face.
The door opened. I didn’t give a care to look.
“That was rather interesting.”
I exhaled and pulled the pillow off my face. “Alec.”
He chuckled.
“Go on hit me, I heal fast anyway.”
“Hmm, I’ve been debating on that. I’m looking forward in meeting your cousin.”
“Confident, aren’t you?” I half mouthed.
“I’ll have my way.” He reassured me.
“Well I’m not spilling.” I threw the pillow over my face and kicked of my shoes.
I felt the mattress shift under me and then Alec patted my thigh as if to give me a breath.
“You won’t keep her in the shadows forever.”
I shook my head. “She’s not going to let me if that’s what you’re referring to. But I haven’t decided for myself if she’s ready for something like this.” I sighed. “What am I going to do? Decisions, decisions . . .”
He scoffed. “You know what I do when I can’t make up my mind, I sleep on it.”
He slipped of my pillow.
I grinned. “That sounds ’bout right.”
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