Phoebe Kings POV.
The air was cold, and dark around me. The wind blowing violently, tossing my pale blonde hair everywhere. Goose bumps rose on the fair skin of my uncovered shoulders, and neck. Where you could almost see, the thick liquid running threw my green and blue veins.
My lungs still burnt with the intensity of fire. My strength almost gone, my legs ached, from the maybe three mile sprint I had just done, in nearly fifteen minutes, although it felt like a mere few seconds had passed. And I was standing in this field it seemed like. But surrounded by a forest? Maybe.
I blinked, feeling out of place, like I was not suppose to be there, some one, made me come to this place. This unworldly place.
How can I say it’s unworldly? You ask. All it is a field surrounded by trees, and fog from a large thunderstorm, and, I was there because I got lost? Wrong, something was, odd, and rather frightening. The trees, seemed to give off, a scent, I had never breathed in before, until that moment. It was of musty wet moss, and a rose like mixture, and for some reason, the scent of rose sugar water, dripping down wards from nowhere, was what it reminded me of.
All around me was omnicent mist. I could see, my hands, face, my own self I could see, but everything around me, in front of me, behind me even above me. Was out of sight. I could not even see a leaf of a tree. In truth, I realized, I could see my feet, but no ground, and around me was the same, like a thin layer of this mist was underneath my feet also.
I then, was confused by the fact, which I knew; the wind was blowing my hair around, and trying to toss me to the unseen ground below. But I could not hear the strong moving air, not in my ears, not blowing threw the trees, not even touching the mist. I could though feel that it was freezing cold, and I was standing, in the same spot, not moving, my hands in fists by my side, arms straight, aching. Jaw set, like in my mind, I was waiting for something to happen. In truth I was, for what? I thought to my self, baffled, that no matter how much I thought about, turning around and running back, trying to find my way out of the grey room. I could not move my feet.
My hands started to shake, coming out of there tight form.
My ears started to hear something from the silence in front of me, or was it all around me, that I heard the sound, of lips moving, vastly whispering, I couldn’t understand the words, just that the voice was hushed, and yet, the lips were not even trying to be quiet.
No words would come from my own, numb, cold lips, which seemed to be planted together.
The sound got closer, but somehow not louder. Like the words were circling me, yet I always looked right in front of me, mind set, to stay there and wait for what was coming.
Normally, all of this would make me scream, and run, as fast as I could. And then I would most likely, sit in a corner of my room, for days. But then again, all I felt was nothing, but maybe slight fright, and numbness, in every inch of my body.
I did not hear footsteps, but the sound of wind now. Strong, powerful, now that I could hear it, it seemed to be angry, and I tumbled sideways, moving for the first time, in maybe minutes.
I regained standing, my head tilting downward slightly, eyes, narrow, and looking directly into the thick, grey, musty fog in front of me.
And I saw his eyes. I saw deep, emerald green, around large pitch black pupils. Long, thick black eye lashes. The eyes blinked, and though it seemed to take forever, it was only a matter of second later, when they were moving, and then, he was standing in front of me.
Tall, snow silk pale skin. Perfectly shaped face, cheek bones…
His shaggy, coal black hair, hung over his face, partly covering his emerald eyes, his lips, full, a deep, dark pink. Set, in an almost, bored manner.
He was maybe 6 foot tall. Looking down at me, but some how, I did not feel short, like I should. He was wearing, dark jeans, and a grey t-shirt, covered by a black leather jacket. On his feet, large, black boots.
What I realized next, was I knew all this, not from looking at him, and analyzing. The whole time he was standing there, I never took my eyes away from his.
I never even looked at his clothes, or looked downward.
I just knew. I also knew who he was, even though I had never seen him in my whole entire life. That is, my whole entire life, as Phoebe Kings.
"Phoebe, how nice to see you…" His voice was, deep, seductive, luring, and ancient to me. My mouth opened, for the first time, since I had been there. My head tilting back up, and you could hear my intake of air.
His lips turned upward into an amused grin, at the only thing I said, was his name. That I knew, from a distant memory.
Right at that moment, the numbness was gone, and replaced with, anger, and hate.
"What do you want!?" I almost yelled, and he did not as much as jump, at the volume of my voice. He stood still, grinning crookedly.
"Oh, so, I don’t even get a welcome? Of course, it has been a while." He said the grin gone for a second, and then replaced with another sickening one.
"How do you know me?" I asked, as my mind was faltering, and the memories slipping away. The dim, lit past, was slowly, seeping out of me. The fog was leaving, and after a few silent moment of just my heavy breathing. I realized, I was in a clearing, surrounded by deep green trees, and plants, the grass deep green, and the scent I once breathed in, was gone also.
He blinked, and some how, I saw in his eyes, he knew, I was forgetting. That the dim, grey, nasty fog, was gone, and I was just, scared, 18 year old Phoebe Kings, carrying, a not so heavy sword of bravery. My hands had started to shake again, and I was starting to realize, how, not good at all this was. I had no memory of his Nathaniel anymore. I only knew what I saw in front of me, and the word I had spoken. Nathaniel. Nathaniel.
"Well, that’s over..." He mumbled to him self.
And at that moment, I realized, before I had not thought about how he looked very much. Just what I knew he would look like. But right then, I was completely over taken by him.
He was drop dead gorgeous, and reminded me of a dark, sweet piece of man candy.
How am I thinking about this! I thought to my self, blinking. And a completely amused grin came onto his face.
He took several steps forward, eliminating the four foot distance between the two of us. I took a sharp breath inward, because, he moved in front of me, in nearly a half of a second, all I saw was him standing there, then in front of me. His face maybe 5 inches from mine.
"You were always so beautiful…" He whispered, almost like he was speaking to his own self. And I just stood there, hands shaking, lips parted slightly, as I was trying to think clearly.
" W…ww…" I tried to say what. But the word would not come out, and it also seemed out of place. And useless.
" You have never been pale blonde before…" He said, and his eyes, seemed curious, and I shuttered, when his hand reached up to touch a strand of green hair, on the right side of my head.
Something about him, was, just not good at all. I could feel, the tension in the air. Everything, felt so, wrong. So dark, and evil. What a, childish word to use. I know. But that’s just how it felt. The air, felt evil. But Nathaniel, he wasn’t evil. He was something worse. A creation, of the evil particles filling the air.
" W…what do you..want?" I breathed, quickly inward after my question. Oh, his chuckle, it made me shiver, deep inside. Not a scared, or sickening shiver, but a completely, lust filled shiver, that I had never, ever, felt in my life.
He grinned wider, and crookedly. I could feel his hot breath on my face, and he was closer.
" You…" He whispered.
" Who, are you?"
" Don’t you know, Nathaniel Thomas" His head tilted to one side.
I felt his getting closer, and I felt my space being completely over taken by this man, I did not even know. I realized then, that he looked only 19, or 20. But boy did not fit him. Man, was the only thing I could think of for him, that seemed slightly perfect.
Normally, I would, run, go call the cops. Say a stunningly handsome man, just tried to kidnap me, or what ever he was trying to do. But I just couldn’t move. At all. My heart was pumping horribly fast. And I was feeling, almost, feverish.
The wind was not as bad, just, a light breeze. My hair, had fell in front of my face. Blocking my vision just slightly. And his hand moved, to brush the hair out of my face.
His eyes then scanned me in my grey soccer shorts, and pale purple t-shirt, that was cropped to where, it didn’t cover my shoulders.
His hand set on my left shoulder, his, hand was cool, and soft, yet, had a roughness to it. His fingers tapped on the muscle there, which had tightened at his touch.
" Are you scared?"
" Yes.." I whispered, looking into his eyes.
" You shouldn’t be, I won’t hurt you, much" He whispered and grinned, and I breathed inward quickly. Tears forming in my eyes as I blinked.
" Shhh, don’t cry…" He whispered, hushing me, his hands going to my face.
" You think you ran here for nothing?"
" Why am I here? What do you want?" I asked again, feeling like I was going to hyperventilate. He looked deep into my eyes. His pupils growing larger.
" I want you Phoebe" He whispered, a deep growl coming from inside him.
I when I breathed outward, my breath hit his face, and another guttural growl came from him. He wasn’t normal. No human being was like him.
I had started to sob I realized. He wiped tears away with his thumb.
" Shhh, I can’t bare to see you cry" He said his eyes, pained. I was going to die. Or, I was going to almost die. Or I was going to be threw hell, and then be sent home, having to pretend like nothing happened.
" I don’t understand" I sobbed, trying to hold in as many tears as possible, feeling like I had a dry lump in my throat.
" You will understand, soon enough…" He said, his forehead on mine. Cold, and smooth.
It was hard to keep my eyes open, I was barely able to see him. And I felt terrified.
I couldn’t speak.
His hands moved to my neck, I felt soft, cold, lips press into the right side of my face. Then upward a little more. Then his breath on my face. My nose pressed into the wide of his neck. He just like the trees had, but the scent was stronger, and mixed with lust, and something, so, unknown, it made me dizzy.
I felt our bodies, falling to the ground below, the ground was warm, and soft. The grass smelled fresh and sweet. Like apples.
He was hovering beside me. His lips touched the side of my mouth. My nose.
I felt my body respond with, my hands moving to his shoulders. My eyes completely closed. His lips touched mine, sweet, warm somehow now, when touching mine.
Our lips started moving together, my tears gone. I felt, warm somehow. And wanted, needed. Growls came from Nathaniel.
" How I’ve missed you…" He whispered, his lips running along my jaw line.
" How I’ve missed you…"
End of Black River Falls Part One.