Chp 2: The Boys and the Girls
"Hey guys! Am I interrupting anything?" Chris asked; grinning as he swung up into the tree we were in.
I rolled my eyes from where I was, curled into Damian, lying on the biggest branch in the tree. Too late to ask that… I thought mordantly.
He sat down cross legged in front of us, and Damian pulled us up so we were sitting against the tree trunk; in a more appropriate position for company.
Chris tapped his jaw with his index finger, raising an eyebrow as he stared hard at me.
"You did quite a number on my jaw, you know. It actually popped out of place and it took forever to get it back in place."
I grimaced as he said that, and I remembered that night. Damian kissed my head lightly, and grinned at his brother.
"Well, you did kind of deserve it…"
Chris gave him a look and I laughed, kissing him on the cheek. He always knew how to distract me.
"I'm sorry Chris, but you'd have to imagine how I felt."
Chris nodded, shrugging.
"… I was only kidding anyway," He grinned. It didn't look like anything had changed besides his eyes were not as cruel as when I had last seen him. I shuddered once more, and then I nodded, remembering something.
"Are you mates with Josie?"
He looked sort of distant all of a sudden, and he smiled slightly, looking up into the branches.
"Yes. She's still at the school though…"
I regarded him seriously.
"I take it that since you haven't been together for too long… that you can't hear each other's thoughts from too far away?"
He nodded.
"Yes, unfortunately, we are too far away for me to hear her. But we're getting better every day."
I thought for a moment, before I looked up to Damian.
"So… you didn't tell me. What are you planning on doing about everyone left at the school?"
"We're going to round up some of our old friends that are basically scattered over North America… We're even trying to get in touch with a few from over seas. But we think we have enough people, and that's just to get in and take control long enough to tell everyone what's going on. I'm sure every one of those people is going to want to fight for their lives."
I thought about that for a moment. It seemed like a good plan to me, but I wasn't the one with experience.
I continued to stare up at his face, smiling, until I heard a new voice.
"Hey what are you guys up to?"
My head shot over to see Samm sitting on Chris's lap; seemingly have come out of the blue. She had a huge smile on her face as she saw me and Damian.
"Oh, we're not doing much besides just hanging out in a tree." He stated it in a slow, obvious tone as if she were mentally handicapped.
Samm turned around in Chris's lap with a weird look in her eyes; her face wiped clean of emotion before she smiled brightly and leaned in, bringing her hands up to his face to pinch his cheeks.
She puckered her lips as if she were going to kiss him and narrowed her eyes, squinting at him. She shook his face slightly as she pinched his cheeks.
"Oh that's so cute, my pookie shmookums!"
I could tell she was just retaliating sarcastically from his cheeky comment.
He grimaced and rubbed his cheeks as she let go and turned to smile at me and Damian.
"You guys are hogging Marie! Evangeline and I want to have some girl time with her,"
Damian's arms tightened around me as she said it, and I looked up to him. We both didn't want to leave each other for awhile… we were apart for far too long before.
Samm rolled her eyes.
"You two can survive a couple hours away from each other. I just want to get more acquaintedwith Marie, show her around, since after all, she is going to be living here from now on."
He looked into my eyes and sighed, leaning down to kiss me.
"Go have fun with Victor, Chris and Emery. Go play boy games while we're busy." Samm murmured, smiling.
"Fine," He muttered under his breath so only I could hear. That put a smile on my face, just how he said it –in a whiny, annoyed tone.
Samm grinned wider and practically jumped off Chris's lap, grabbing my free hand, and pulled me up and away from him.
I immediately felt a stinging loss, but Samm was soon jumping out of the tree, bringing me with her. I guess she didn't want anymore prolonging, so she was making a break for it with me.
We landed with a dull thud on our feet, surprisingly to me, and we raced off in what I presumed to be the direction of the house.
"Where are we going?" I asked as we entered the house and rushed up the stairs. Samm grinned.
"Finally I have you to myself for awhile… We'll meet up with Evangeline later, but right now you need to get cleaned up. After that I'll show you around,"
I nodded as she pulled me up yet another flight of stairs and into a room I'd never seen before.
The room was long and the roof was sort of shaped like ; this was probably the highest room in the house. There was a bed at the far end of the room, and the entire right side wall was clear windows that led out onto a balcony.
There was a walk in closet on the other wall, another door that was most likely a bathroom and the floors were wooden and a deep brownish red colour.
I looked around in wonder.
"Whose room is this?" I asked curiously; it looked mostly uninhabited.
"Well… it has been Damian's room for awhile now. But now it's his and yours."
My mouth dropped suddenly in realization, and a moment later I grinned at her. She smiled just as wide and took my hand again.
"I thought I'd show you this first; I just knew you'd be happy about it. Anyway, since we haven't been shopping for you yet –which Evangeline will probably take you out to do soon– you can borrow some of my clothes. They might be a little too big on you…" She looked me over with a frown and I rolled my eyes.
"That's fine with me –thank you."
She smiled and ran down the stairs again into another hallway, and then we sauntered all the way down the hall into another room.
This room had a flat ceiling, unlike Damian's and my room, and was sort of old fashioned and exotic… there wasn't really another way to describe it. There were some potted plants hanging from the ceiling, and it looked as if the floor was brick. The bed was black wrought iron, and the light was dim. Most of all it smelled sweet… it was a really very tranquil place, and that was probably what Samm was aiming for by setting up her room like this.
She let out a relaxed exhale and pulled me over to her closet.
"As you can see, I like my room to be relaxing. I could think of a million other ways to decorate it, but I was really stuck on this idea."
I nodded.
"How long have you been here?"
She smirked.
"What do you mean? How long have I lived here, lived with them, or been on this earth?"
I smiled.
"How about all three?"
She laughed as she pawed through hangers with beautiful clothes hanging off of them.
"Marie, you should know it's not polite to ask a woman's age! But since I'm not like every other woman, I'll tell you," She muttered jokingly. I inclined my head for her to continue; I really was very curious what age she'd come from. I couldn't really tell, and that was a surprise to me.
"For starters, we have lived in this location for about five years. And I've lived with Evangeline and Emery since I was changed; and I was changed in the 1930s."
I looked her over disbelievingly. She didn't seem that old at all to me, yet she still seemed mature.
"What!" She exclaimed, her eyes wide as she noticed my patronizing stare.
"Nothing," I laughed as she pulled out a shirt and a little black skirt. I immediately shook my head with wide, partially horrified eyes.
"Oh no. No, no, no, no, no…"
"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" She argued, pushing it at me. I opened my mouth to protest further but she cut me off.
"Come on Marie –it will look amazing on you, I know. Do you really want to continue wearing that tattered and… to put it bluntly, gross uniform? Besides, don't you want to impress Damian?" I glared at her defiantly and a triumphant smile turned up the corners of her lips in response.
She threw the stupid black, and zebra patterned tank top and black skirt at me, and ushered me over to her luxurious mostly-wooden bathroom, also dimly lit by a soft yellow light coming from the vanity slash sink.
"Feel free to have a shower and do your hair –whatever you like. Just look fabulous when you step out hun!"
I sighed, exasperated. Why did everyone insist me to do this? This was no occasion, and any other time I didn't really like dressing my best, and this was because it attracted unwanted attention for some reason, I didn't know why.
After I was all done cleaning up, I felt much better and looked way better than I remembered before. The bags under my eyes had virtually faded away, and my skin was the 'healthy' colour; that very white colour now instead of greyish.
"Done yet?" Samm called impatiently from behind the door. I rolled my eyes and applied some eyeliner before I walked over to the door and opened it.
Samm regarded me in awe and beamed at me as I came out.
"Oh you look so cute! Now come on; we're going to chit chat with Evangeline and show you everything."
Then she grabbed my hand once more and ran all the way down to what I recognized as the living room. Evangeline was sitting on the loveseat, cross legged and regarding her French manicured nails with a frown adorning her marble like brow until she noticed us walk into the room.
She smiled genially and pointed for us both to sit down on the longer couch. We sat down quickly, Samm very close to me, stretching out and relaxing.
"As you know Marie, I am Evangeline, Emery's wife… We've been together for years now. I was the one to change him way back when in the 1400s." I was immediately sucked into this conversation.
I balked at her, eyes wide and a disbelieving smile on my face.
"You changed Emery? So how old are you exactly?"
"I was only a few-year-old vampire when I changed him. I was alone, scared… My creator had dumped me in a ditch for dead, leaving me not knowing who I was or what I was. Then I found him; Emery. He seemed like the only one who accepted me, who tried to help me, protect me… and in a fit of passion, I changed him. I knew I wanted to, but this was by accident. I never wanted to ruin his life; I felt awful. But when I told him what had happened after he was reborn, he forgave me for everything."
I listened in awe. I couldn't think that that story was anything but amazing. There was no other way to describe it.
She grinned.
"And I believe I already know your story."
I looked away, feeling like I was going to blush but didn't. There was a pause as I remembered how it happened. As he ran to me, lying on the ice cold ground on the brink of death, and then how he took out the needle, drew his own blood, kneeling over me and injected it into me. How he held me and whispered the last words I would hear as a human.
"… You really do love him, don't you? I mean, you've forgiven him for more than Emery had forgiven me. You got over all the emotions, and you still forgave him after he left you the second time."
I smiled distantly, looking at the silvery white wallpaper.
"There was really nothing to forgive. I loved him all along –it just took me a long time to realize it. And there is no one I will love more."
Samm looked appalled.
"What about me!" She gasped, aghast. I knew she was kidding and I laughed, winking at her.
"Oh that reminds me Samm… do you mind telling me your story? About how you were changed?"
She froze up, looking away awkwardly, edgily.
"Umm… I'm sorry Marie, but it's very hard for her to talk about. Even with us."
I glanced quickly at Evangeline, who spoke, and then looked back at Samm. She smiled half heartedly.
"Oh, that's all right. I understand; believe me I know. Did Damian tell you exactly how I died?"
Samm shook her head, her eyes questioning under her frown.
"My mother stabbed me in the stomach and heart with a butcher knife as we were driving back home from a dance. Then after she was done, she pushed me out of the car onto a back road where no one was sure to travel for awhile. Then he saved me,"
She gaped at me and Evangeline regarded me with sadness in her eyes.
"How… why…" Samm stuttered, looking at me with the utmost shock in her expression.
On the other hand, I smiled congenially.
"I have absolutely no regrets. After all, if she hadn't done it, I wouldn't be here with you right? I would still be living as the same old Marie Alexander back in boring old Salmo British Columbia, going absolutely no where in my life."
Samm let out a little squeaky, "Aww!" and dove in to give me a hug. I merely smiled, patted her on the back and pulled away.
Samm cleared her throat and looked away.
"Well… I guess we should show you around eh?"
We sped around the house, impossibly fast, but I still remembered what every room was called and what it looked like.
The house was so vast… it actually had an under ground tunnel type thing, that looked like a regular, homey, but very, very long hallway. It led to a small house entirely made of glass, shaded by trees and looked out on a beautiful fresh water stream.
The rest of the rooms were just as elegantly and intricately decorated.
"And… here we are, back at your room!" Samm announced gleefully.
I smiled and walked slowly, uncertainly over to the bed. I still wasn't sure if this was really all existent.
I sat down and looked out the window… to see Victor in the headlock of Damian's strong arms. Victor hit Damian as hard as he could, his feet scuffling on the green grassy ground, trying to get away from him.
My eyes wide, I immediately shot up from where I was sitting and ran to the window where Victor was now struggling with Damian near the tree line. What were they doing? Had Victor done something…?
But suddenly I heard them laughing, Damian and Emery especially as Victor thrashed against his hold.
I smiled with relief. Boys fighting.
I shouldn't have been as worried as I was… but we had been apart for so long, it pained me even to be away from him for more than fifteen minutes now. I didn't want to lose him again. And I guess only time could heal me, and make the worry lessen.
Just then, Damian looked up into the window and saw me. He paused and a wide, playful grin spread across his face. I smiled wider at that as he continued in throwing Victor to the ground and pinning him there. Owned.
I laughed and Samm came up and hugged me from behind, grinning.
"Oh, the poor cuppycake lost! And your lucky bugger won," She giggled sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes and the smile remained on my lips.
x
After awhile of Evangeline and Samm bombarding me with questions, questions that varied from Damian and I to my favourite colour, they left me alone, only to lie on my bed and stare up at the ceiling in silence. I would give Damian a few more moments, but not much longer, of his own time.
I myself used this time to revel over these past events. I still expected everything to be snatched out from under my feet, and suddenly I would wake up in the school, him dead… again.
A shudder ran up my spine as I thought this. And at the same time I felt a presence at the door.
I looked up suddenly to see Damian crossing the room slowly towards me. He seemed unsure as he watched me.
I grimaced and almost instantly felt something stinging in my eyes… tears smarting. I didn't know if he was having second thoughts or if he just wasn't sure I wanted him. But I thought that was pretty improbable and the very idea was obviously completely and utterly absurd.
Suddenly he was beside me on the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around me, pressing me close to him.
"I'm sorry…" He murmured.
I felt like smirking but I didn't. He was apologizing again.
Instead I buried my face in the crook of his neck and relaxed in his arms. He squeezed me and kissed my head. I could sense his despair as he could mine.
Lifting my head to speak, I looked him in the eyes.
"If you are having second thoughts, it's better to tell me up front. I don't like being pitied…"
His eyes widened on my face; shocked and appalled… and maybe a slight bit of anger.
"I can't believe you would even think that."
I sighed, despaired.
"Then why do you look at me strange? Why did you pause before you decided lay in bed with me? I don't understand."
His moved his hands from my back to my face, his eyes gazing deep into mine.
"How could you really truly forgive me for everything that I've done to you–"
I silenced him with a kiss.
"The only thing that I wouldn't forgive you for is if you die… again." I still couldn't believe he had these doubts. He needed to know he should never think like that –I would love him no less no matter what he ever did to me.
His hands moved to my back and hair, and he kissed me fervently.
I pulled away and murmured in his ear; "I really need a night alone with you."
He pulled away and smiled slightly staring into my eyes with a loving look.
"I was thinking the same thing…" He mumbled, pressing his face against mine.
I glanced out the window, noting how low the sun was in the sky, emitting an orangey glow, leaving the rest of the sky pink, grey and black.
We could probably leave now.
I felt him smile as he pulled me on top of him, laying flat against him as his hands knotted in my hair.
"Let's go,"
I smiled as he whispered it and immediately shot up off the bed, bringing me with him. I would have had a problem with all these sharp movements with a skirt on, but I had forced Samm to let me change into jeans instead.
"Samm said you could borrow any of her clothes, so if you want, you can go get some new ones. I'll go tell them where we're going,"
I stopped him by grabbing his shirt sleeve. He regarded me curiously, a lopsided smile on my face.
"And do you mind telling me where we're going?"
He grinned hugely, mischievously.
"You can wait." He winked and leaned down to peck me on the lips before he vanished.
I sighed… maybe I should have used the excuse that I didn't know what I should wear because I needed to know how to dress wherever we were going. Oh well. I guess if I wore shorts or something in the minus range, I would just stand out a little because he didn't give me a clue as to where we were going.
I laughed at my own thinking and walked to Samm's room where she rested in a hammock, staring at the ceiling.
She grinned as she saw me enter.
"Oh no! I'm being robbed,"
I chuckled and went through her closet, picking out some skinny black shorts and a long black and white striped shirt.
"How'd you know I was coming in here for clothes?"
"I didn't… it was just a hunch. So, are you guys going out or did you just get messy?"
I smirked and sat down on a neighbouring hammock.
"Damian and I are going out… we need a night alone, if you can understand."
She nodded and smiled wider…
"Oh, I get it. Are you uncomfortable doing it here? Cause you shouldn't worry about that… we're usually doing something, not in our rooms… most of the time, we aren't even in the house, so you have all the privacy you need."
She looked at my very confused face for a reply.
"What are you talking about?" I asked slowly after a moment.
Her eyes were wide and disbelieving on me.
"You know… do it…?"
It took me one more minute to get it, and then I let out an exasperated, disgusted sound. Why did people always think this way? It was Kathy, and now it was Samm…
"No! We're not going to do… that."
She frowned, sitting up and resting her head on her hand.
"So… what are you going to do? And why wouldn't I assume that? You two obviously love each other."
"… We haven't yet."
Her eyes widened to the point where I thought they would bug out of their sockets.
"What! Why haven't you."
She demanded, rather than asked. I sighed, closing my eyes.
"I don't know… maybe we just aren't ready."
She grabbed a hold of my hand that I had supporting my face, and looked deep into my eyes.
"You guys are so ready! I can tell just by the way you two look at each other. What's holding you back?"
I bit my lip, not really knowing the answer myself.
And just then Damian appeared at the door, smiling at us.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything…" He murmured. I smiled at the sight of him and shook my head.
Then I brought Samm in for a hug and got up, stepping away from her and quickly into his arms. He kissed my head, his eyes conveniently closed as soon as Samm mouthed to me anxiously, "Do it tonight! Do it tonight!"
I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arm around him, looking up into his eyes.
"Shall we leave?"
I nodded and he mumbled a quick 'good bye' to Samm before we left.
I was surprised as we ran down the stair case, only to run out the door and not run to the garage. We weren't driving… that was for certain. So where on earth could he be taking me?
Suddenly I was in his arms once again, and for once I couldn't complain less. I wanted to be as close to him as I could.
He ran us through trees for a few more minutes –we swerved in and out of trees and shrubs. This was most likely the forest behind the house.
Suddenly he stopped.
He let me down beside him, me looking up at the huge tree… and something hanging from off of one of the highest branches up top.
He smiled as he saw my revelling look, staring up into the branches.
"Do you need help?"
I bit my lip. I don't think I'd run up a tree yet; he'd always done it for me.
"Maybe…?"
Laughing, he stepped back with me, his arm around my waist.
"Just take a running start at it."
I took a deep breath and looked at the trunk with a determined stare. His arm tightened around my form… and then we shot off, and I was almost afraid that I was going to hit it full force, but then again, what was the most I had to worry about if I did right? I would most likely go right through it or knock it down… but Damian had me if something went wrong anyhow.
But nothing bad happened and I was completely surprised to find myself suddenly on a very thick gnarly branch, high up in the tree.
I looked around, surprised at myself and Damian grinned.
"See? There's nothing to it," He murmured in my ear, pressing me to him before he began to lead me along the branch.
After that, I really had no doubts in my balance. I trailed behind him with somewhat confidence.
And then after a few metres, we were standing in the middle of the giant branch; this is where he stopped.
I still had the clothes in my hand, and he took from me only to set them down on the branch beside me. Then he sat us down, and… turned around and dropped off, hanging off of it? All I could see of him was his pale fingertips against the mossy, dark brown, almost black bark.
My eyes widened and I looked down to see him sliding down a rope, and a few metres down, finally land on something –a lighter wooden board. I sighed in relief slightly.
"Damian, what on earth are you doing?"
He laughed and held up an arm.
"Come on down!"
I looked at him incredulously.
"Are you kidding me! What is this thing anyway?"
I saw the rope tied around the branch and a little further down as well.
"It's a swing… Samm set it up many years ago. She rarely comes here anymore and she offered it up to us if we wanted to get away."
I smiled down at him, and leaned down to take his still outreached hand. I jumped off.
He took a hold of my waist then with his other hand, and without making me slide down the rope, and brought me down and set me on the large wooden board. It appeared that it could fit at least two people, maybe three. If Damian stretched his arms out almost as far as he could, that would be the length of the board beneath us and how far apart the ropes were from each other.
We sat down, him steadying me more than he had to steady himself, and as soon as we were settled he wrapped an arm around me.
I leaned into him and watched my dangling feet. He kept his arm wrapped securely around me.
For awhile we just watched as the sky between the branches got darker and darker, how the stars began to appear and a slight breeze swayed through the trees.
And then he broke the silence with his voice.
"So, I was wondering…" He mumbled into my hair.
I turned my head from where it was in his shoulder to look up into his eyes; my eyes willing him to continue.
"Wondering… what?"
He paused for one more minute, looking into my eyes.
"Chris was telling me what you can do,"
I tilted my head slightly, confused. What was he talking about –what I could do?
"Chris thinks it's your 'power'."
My mouth opened fractionally, making an o shape as everything clicked together in my head. He was talking about that scary, weird thing that I had done to Chris.
He rubbed my shoulder soothingly as he sensed my distress.
"Do you mind telling me what you think it is? Chris was very disturbed by what he told me happened."
I looked away, fairly ashamed. But he had deserved whatever had happened to him at the time.
"I don't even know what it is. I was very angry, frustrated, scared… a sort of numbness enveloped me for a moment and then suddenly Chris was on the ground, screaming at the top of his lungs things that I did not understand."
"… He said he thinks you may project the person's most prominent memories into their minds again. But he's not sure… he said he himself remembered when I died, and also when he died."
My eyed widened. That was probably why he was yelling "Damian! Leave me alone! Mother! Damian!"
"I think it may have backfired on me one day, though I wasn't trying to do it at the time. I was just walking… and something reminded me of you,"
I kind of choked slightly at the end of that sentence. His arm tightened on me.
"It was the exact day I almost killed myself. Taylor was being annoying as usual, and he put his arm around me… and then suddenly I was in the alley once again, watching you die,"
He nudged my chin up with his finger gently, but almost forcefully as his lips pressed onto mine hard.
Once he pulled away after a minute, he looked into my eyes.
"Come," He murmured, and he stood up, making me have to stand as well.
He let go of me for a moment and climbed up the rope. When he was stable on the branch I began to climb up as well, but when I was halfway up he reached down and grabbed my hand, pulling me all the way up, eliminating anymore climbing.
He held my hand tightly and paced quickly, steadily back down the branch. Once we were at the trunk, we ran up further till we almost reached the top. I could see the end of the branches, reaching for the sky.
"What are we doing?" I inquired, confusion tingeing my tone.
He said nothing, and only led me across another branch until we found a small wooden house. It was a tree house; and most likely more handy work from Samm.
I marvelled at it for a moment; it was very large, larger than most tree houses, but then again this was a huge tree…
He opened the door and we stepped through. It was just large enough for us to stand comfortably in, and it was fairly roomy. There was a futon lain on the glossy wood floor, and window above it, looking out on branches, more trees and the stars.
I closed the door, and he led me over to the futon where we sat. He seemed to have a purpose in his stance as he looked at me with worry and determinedness.
"What is it?" I whispered, bringing my hand up to his tense face. He looked away and took a deep breath before he would answer.
"I want you to try it on me."
My hand dropped from his face.
For a moment in silence, I was totally and utterly shocked and revolted. How could he ask that of me? I never wanted to have it happen again.
"D- … Damian, I can't do that to you. I never could. I don't even know how it works!"
He grabbed my shoulders and looked into my eyes intensely.
"Then this is a good time to learn –to figure it out. You shouldn't abandon this ability Marie. You can use it for good."
I shook my head violently, but he continued to look deep into my eyes, and his hands loosened on my shoulders. His vivid green eyes melted my resolution no matter how firm it was. How could I hurt him?
"Please do it for both our benefits. I want to help you, and this is just one way to figure it out."
I sighed, and didn't know what to think anymore. He was literally begging me to torture him. What a masochist. I could not believe this.
He continued to look into my eyes, waiting for an answer. I closed my eyes and sighed.
"… Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you, and know that it hurts me to do this to you."
He nodded, letting his arms drop. He then sat, anticipating.
I closed my eyes again and let out a deep breath –concentrating.
When these attacks happened, I had to admit I was very emotionally unstable. Chris had kissed me and Damian had done nothing… Damian was dead during the second time…
I exhaled exasperatedly.
"I can't do it. My emotions were out of control when each incident happened."
He suddenly looked at me, eyes hard.
"Do you want me to leave again?"
My eyes widened, and for a few moments he only sat expecting a response from me in complete, torturous silence.
"What?" I gasped. What was he saying –what was he talking about?
His eyes narrowed on me.
"Maybe I was right to leave you before. You really aren't good enough for me –hey, you can't even do this small little thing for me."
I think I may have started to hyperventilate discreetly, my eyes still wide on him. How could he say that and why was he saying it now?
He turned away from me, throwing me a look of disgust as he stood up.
"… Damian…?"
Suddenly I was overcome by that numbness again, and all I could think for a split second was oh no.
And in an instant he was on the floor, basically writhing. But all I could do, it seemed, was watch him suffer.
"Marie? … Marie! Oh my god, get away from her!"
I continued to watch as he looked as if he was having a seizure on the floor.
"Don't leave me… you can't. I love you,"
He flinched violently once more and let out a sound like a dry sob or a very loud gasp.
At that I lost the numbness, and he came out of his trance with a gasp.
I dropped to my knees, tears brimming in my eyes.
And as soon as he had opened his eyes, he grabbed my hand and pulled me down into his arms where he kissed me ardently.
His hands gripped in my hair, my hands flew around him, pressing myself closer to him, and I thought I maybe saw something that was iridescent and pearl coloured on his cheek.