It all happened too fast. One moment life was happy. . .the next he was gone.
Arielle, a bohemian woman in her late twenties with a tattoo of a fish on her left forearm, lived in an apartment not far from the beach on the American West coast. A place handed over to her from a relative. The woman had long blonde wind-blown hair. She was the same height as your average woman and her eyes were a deep brown, some would even argue they were reddish brown. She had a nice job as an interior designer for the local home magazine, working on commissions from people who paid her to design whole beach side homes and flats. The apartment she had inherited had been owned and all paid for by her now dead relative.
Although she designed rooms and houses herself, she preferred a style completely different from the people she worked for. Her home had a nice 70's hippy thing going, though not as flamboyant, the style and flow a bit more mellow. She liked the homey feel of older designs. The night she stayed in her new place she refused to sleep, she turned on the old T.V. she brought with her move-in. Channel after channel would run late night shows that no one liked, until she came to a movie channel that never played any good movies. It was an old title that she recognized as something from her childhood; HIGHLANDER. She sighed and with a tilt of her head she clicked play, lucky for her it had just started.
She smiled as the movie went on, it had been so long that she was now playing a game with herself to see just how much of the movie she remembered. She remembered the Highlander, Sean Connery Hotness by his name and not character, Heather, Brenda, and last of all The Kurgan. For some reason she kind of liked The Kurgan, the anti her. Maybe it was just the power he exerted, the masculinity. She always liked the weird characters that you weren't supposed to like anyways, she liked a number of heroes but sometimes she did the opposite of the intended. Although in this case she liked MacLeod and thought that the villain was 'totally gross'. She ended up falling asleep half way to the end. The movie, combined with smoking a bowl of weed, helped her finally sleep peacefully for the first time in weeks.
Her dreams were sad and filled with pain, so she didn't exactly sleep on a good note. She hoped the morning would bring a better day.
The sunlight streamed in through the windows, brightly lighting up the walls and ceiling with white light. She sighed as she opened her eyes and flung the blanket back over her middle, sighing heavily as she did.
"The day's gonna be hot," she thought to herself. Already the bed was warm from the sunlight. Looking around at her vintage décor she sighed again. "Charlie would have liked the way I decorated the place," she thought with tears stinging her eyes. She sniffled and then began crying softly, rubbing her nose and tears with the corner of her blanket.
When she let out one gentle sob by accident she felt something, or someone, move around next to her on the bed. "Why the tears pretty?" A deep voice asked.
Arielle sniffled a few more times as she slowly turned around in bed to look at the mysterious voice. A black haired, blue eyed, giant of a man with a horrifying scar across his neck, dressed entirely in black was staring right back at her with a strange grin on his face. She opened her mouth and did something he was familiar with when it came to women, she screamed, loud. She scrambled away from him, pulling the blanket with her, and stumbled away to the opposite wall. Her chest heaved quickly with dramatic breaths.
