Hi everyone! So, my name's Jackson (I know lol) and this is my first fanfic - and let me just say that unfortunately it's not really a "fanfic" because it's almost an adaptation of a great book I've just finished reading a few months ago. I've always been into the whole "reincarnation" idea, and I've actually read a few Wilson (greatest couple on TV. Ever.) fanfics around reincarnation, so I just put three and three together, and this is the result. I'll be updating every now and then, because it's (I guess) easier to do than an original story. For those interested, the original book's name is "The Eternal Ones". Thank you :)
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Will was back. He started to glance at the already familiar bedroom. Silver clouds floated over the skylight above a wrinkled bed. A candle in the edge of the nightstand waited for the last remaining sunbeams to fade away. His sight turned to the mirror in front of him. He fixed some of his short blonde hair. The reflection in the mirror was not his, but he knew it as well as his own. The big blue eyes looked like an entire ocean against delicate crystal. The smiling lips were making a red cupid arch. Once again he saw a strong hand make its way to his shoulder. Will felt it like silk grazing his body.
The young man in the mirror was waiting. A clock on top of a chimney had stopped at five to six. Time had reduced to nothing.
Outside, the fall wind growled. Trees creaked in the park, the one which, for some reason, he knew was not more than a block away. The crackling fire had lessened the cold of the night. But the young man didn't need its heat.
He heard the sounds coming from downstairs – women's heels stepping on the frozen floor. With his heart beating loudly, he ran towards the balcony. He looked through the velvet curtains. A floor below him, through a narrow and charming path, two women dressed in fur coats were walking by, arm in arm. The shape of their hats and the style of their shoes hadn't been in style for over almost a hundred years. They didn't stop, and the boy sighed in relief when they finally got out of sight. The last thing he needed was his mother visiting him on their first night alone, together.
His eyes flew to the structure of a skyscraper that was being built on the horizon, then they turned back again, to the street. A mysterious figure had drown itself on the path. The young man's breathing had accelerated when the figure stopped in front of his door and looked shyly to both sides of the street. He heard a key fit inside the keyhole downstairs, and then, low footsteps going up to the second story.
In just an instance, he was in his room, coat and hat in his hands. Disheveled brown hair. Sparkling brown eyes. An old-fashioned suit with slightly worn out cuffs. He received him at the door and put his arms around his neck. He let the suit drop to the floor so his cold hands could meet the base of his warm back. Then, their moist lips met each other. He pressed against him, feeling the heat raise under all the layers of wool and cotton.
–I've waited an eternity – Will said.
–I'm here now – he whispered, running his hands through the other's body.
–Jackson – he whispered, while the room filled with a blinding glow.
Will Horton was standing in front of a blank canvas while trying to look through an open window in front of him. He could see the winter in the horizon, expectation had built inside of him. But once he weather calmed down, he was unable to sleep or stay still. It looked like every single cell in his body was dancing.
Something else was waiting for him outside of Salem, and his impatience had turned almost unbearable. He felt like jumping through the window, confident in the air holding him over the trees and placing him just where he was supposed to be. The only thing that was keeping him bound to earth was Chad's hand, handing him the missing paints.
–Will, come and find the remote control!
The squeaky voice of his grandmother shattered his concentration. Will tumbled for a moment and then went downstairs.
–Wow, Will! Since when are you so clumsy?
He heard something hit the floor and he saw some newly splattered pain on Chad's converse sneakers.
–Oh! Your new sneaks, I told you to change out of them. Too bad. –he ruffled his friend's longish brown hair– I'll be right back. Marlena always sits on the remote. Most likely it's already buried in her butt cheeks.
–Want me to get the shovel? – Chad joked. He rose to his full six feet four and offered Will a wicked smile, unaware of the fact that he was only a few inches away from the ceiling fan.
–Keep it down! – Will commanded laughing, while he opened his room's door–. Do you want them to permanently forbid your entry?
His bare feet hitting the floor as he walked. He liked to put all his weight in each step, making his grandmother annoyed at the loud sound. After coming down the stairs and approaching the kitchen, his mother got out of the kitchen, swapping her hands in her apron, and shaking her head at him in signal of a quiet plea for him to not make that noise. Will lightened his steps so his feet stepped more softly. Annoying his grandmother was one of the pleasures he'd had to forget. Four months of good behavior are a small price to pay for his freedom. In September he would get into Columbia University in New York and mayor in Art, besides he would be a few hundred thousand miles away from Salem.
The living room's curtains were shut, and even the flowery wallpaper looked grey in the shade. Marlena Evans was sitting in a couch lined with silk, rigid at the back and legs crossed at the ankles. Just out of the beauty parlor, she was wearing a puffed up look in her silver-colored hair that was now floating a few various inches over her head. Will stood in the hallway where he let his eyes wander through the room, looking for anything out-of-place. A dead flower hidden in a rose bouquet, or a now low pantyhose in his grandma's leg. He saw the stain that he had left in the mirror above the chimney –a perfectly shaped fingerprint in the upper-right corner–, and he barely laughed. It was a game between them, and this time, Will was winning.
–Any news? – the old lady asked, with the melodious voice she would use to set up her traps.
–No, grandma.
–Is that boy still here?
–Chad – Will corrected.
–Excuse me?
The delicate hands of his grandmother reached the glasses on the little table next to her.
–His name is Chad.
–I know… – putting her glasses on, the old lady looked at the young man–. What the hell do you have on, Will?
Will turned around to look at his low V-shaped, stained-with-paint shirt.
–Do you not like my new shirt? I was thinking about wearing it for church tomorrow.
Marlena Evans' eyes almost popped with outrage.
–No grandson of mine will ever present himself to the Lord wearing…!
–Relax, Marlena, it was a joke. It's just something I threw on while I'm working on a new painting for Mrs. Greene. – Will sighed and stuck his hand under the cushion that held the little and uptight woman. He pulled the remote out and turned on the TV–. Channel?
–Smartypants –castigated his grandmother–. Five o'clock newsflash.
Will pressed a couple of buttons and a well-known entertainment show host popped up on the screen.
–I think it's a bit early for news –he said –. Is that OK?
–Everything nowadays is that trash! –the old lady clucked–. Well, if there's nothing else, leave it, and turn up the volume.
Will watched as the volume bar raised.
"… and nineteen year old playboy came back to New York after just a few hours from the start of his father's funeral. Even though their relationship had estranged in the last few years, confidential sources tell us that…"
Will set his eyes on the screen. A handsome and tanned young man got out of a black Mercedes when a series of camera flashes began to crowd the car's windshield. For a moment, he held his eyes to the paparazzis, with an enigmatic face. Then, one of the sides of his lips curved into a smile.
–Jackson – Will babbled. A flame began to spread in the tip of his feet. While the fire began to spread, he felt his knees begin to bend.
A tornado of images turned into smoke when Will woke up. His eyes were still shut, and one of his legs was uncomfortably twisted beneath his body. He heard his mother and his grandmother whisper around her.
–We cannot let your son leave. – Marlena insisted.
–But this hasn't happened in years!
His mother sounded scared.
–You were not there, Sami. You didn't hear what he said. It's all starting over again.
To be continued...