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Lots of love to my lovely beta AnimeSiren.
Endless nights
Prologue
Midnight. It was the triumphant shift of a new day. I could feel the slight, salty breeze ruffle my hair, and in likeness the bronze locks, almost unnoticeable in the shadows of the beach, were ruffled on the man as well. I opened my own eyes, and inhaled all that was around me.
The soft sounds of the waves crashing on the sandy beach were the only discernable background noise. I sat mesmerized as the man, or at least that's what I assumed he was, sighed and stood up carefully and gracefully from his sitting position on the light cream-coloured sand. The moonlight gave the man's hair an unnatural golden glow and illuminated his shadowy aristocratic features.
The man glided to a small bag, abandoned higher on the beach, certainly to be safe from the salty water. In a fluid movement he opened this bag, now defined as his, and he took a small phone into his hand.
It was only then that I realised it had been silently ringing; the vibrations not loud enough to reach my ears in its soft falsetto. The phone was the only thing blatantly shining on the beach, lighting and relighting in a soft rhythm that I didn't know.
How he had known it was ringing was beyond me. Whilst the thought was unimportant my mind quivered with a peripheral need to know his mind. I wanted to know his mind deeper than a human connection could offer. I wanted to swallow his complexities entirely. I heard him sigh and immediately I felt my essence react with a deep-seated need.
But he never spoke, not a syllable was uttered from lips that I could just make out in the changing shadows of the night. He looked at the phone a little longer than necessary then answered it and softly put it next to his ear. Disappointment filled me when I realised he wouldn't answer whoever was on the other end of the line.
Ah well, I shouldn't be surprised. He was mystery after mystery after all, and it looked as if the insatiable curiosity I had for him would not be satiated in that moment. After listening for a little while, he turned off his phone and let it fall back into his bag. The sky's dim shine rebounded around his deathly pale flesh.
I was still deciphering his melancholy limp reaction when I blinked and he was suddenly gone. He had disappeared into the night. Again. I really shouldn't be surprised and I should really stop coming here every night, even I had to admit it was becoming an obsession. An obsession that I couldn't bring my self to label as either healthy or unhealthy.
I fell back from my crouched position and stretched my limbs from my core; I could barely care about the soreness that radiated from my every joint. I closed my eyes. Damn. I let my imagination drift behind my closed eyelids to see his face again. Pointed nose highlighting smooth cheekbones, and the insanely sad golden eyes imprisoned between long eyelashes and thin eyebrows. He was like a mythical creature; so beautiful it just took your breath away. He most definitely took my breath away.
He certainly couldn't be a normal muggle since he came to this particular beach. I had needed my broom to have access to it after all. It was up a cliff that was impossible to climb without the aid magic or without the appropriate equipment and I hadn't seen any equipment on him. I would know with the amount of time I spent studying him.
I silently wondered what he was exactly. He was so handsome he could turn a straight man gay, he was so silent I never heard him go even if I had been trained to never miss this kind of thing, he was so fast at times my eyes just couldn't follow his movements. He was no veela, no werewolf; no elf either since they had all disappeared. So what was he? No matter how many times I posed this question to myself, which had recently been quite frequent, I couldn't come upon and answer.
His clothes hadn't given away anything since all I'd seen him appear in were styled black jeans. Though in retrospect they looked designer, which could signify a certain amount of standing within the muggle world. The rest of his clothing was quite simple. A white button up shirt, which highlighted his lithe frame, splattered with blue designs.
Besides his clothing he was obviously rich, however it wasn't that useful as everybody in that small town was. The town had stood on unwavering tradition forever, being totally secure in its control over the population.
I was, however brought back to another question. It was a funny thing really. The man hadn't worn any shoes; he had gone absolutely bare footed. It was animalistic… Just what was he?
I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. I opened my green emerald eyes, my mother's eyes, to stare at the dark blue sky. After casting one last lingering look at where he had been standing, I pushed my glasses higher on my nose and stood up.
I was grudgingly prepared to make my way to my broom and to go back to the house I still wasn't familiar with. Who said anything would be normal for me in this secluded place, in this too sweet little town, was obviously wrong. It seemed like my best ability was turning out to be the ability to draw strange things and troubles to myself.
