Circe – The Reawakening
Love isn't brains…
Its blood
Screaming Inside of you
To work its will
-Spike
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She dreams of burning fire and screams of terror and some nights very rare she dreams of crimson colored hair and eyes the color of jade…
In those dreams she pictures his face. She pictures the feel of his skin under her fingertips. Her heart clenches so close, she thinks. The back of her mind urges her to remember. If she can only remember his name she can find her way. Then every time she is close to letting his name leave her lips the image fades like sand in an hourglass.
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The sound of the microphone being set rings throughout the assembly hall. Everyone is buzzing it is the signal of the end of the year and the beginning of summer. The graduating class are perhaps the most excited this is the end of a chapter in their life and the beginning of another.
The announcer quiets the bustling students. "I know many of you are excited to enter a new stage in your life. Seeing all the faces of our graduating class brings me joy. I know all of you will do great things. Please remember the good memories, never forget the lessons you have learned and never regret. It is through hardship and the mistakes that we make that help us become the adults that we are. The choices you make are yours. You hold the future in your hands. With that said congratulations class of 2007."
Her final words are the only signal needed for the people to begin dispersing. Everyone excited to leave. Friends family gathering with their most recent graduates.
A small group in the second row in the far right slowly stand.
"Well what do you say Sasori? Should we get the fuck out of here of what?"
He turns to see Sasori transfixed on a point far off to the left of the auditorium. Clearly not hearing him he huffs in irritation. Already used to the melodramatics of his friend he decides to intervene. Heck not like there is anything else to do. After all, annoying his friend has always been one of the few things he has enjoyed.
"So, you gonna stare at her like some creep or are you gonna go do something about it?" He gives his friend a good shove for good measure. His friend's stumbles forwarded but nonetheless follows his advice.
Sasori has always prided himself in being a perfectionist. An artist of his caliber must produce the best work. His work cannot have any flaws. To ensure there are no flaws an artist must have attention to detail. It is because of this many would question why he didn't recognize her since the first meeting. While her quiet demeanor was a complete contrast to the vixen he had come to know he should have seen. He should have noticed by the look of her eyes, by the sight of her cream-colored skin or even her distinct smell as she passed him in the hallway. Truth be told perhaps he had known from the start. Perhaps he liked the intrigue and the mystery she presented. Like a dream or fantasy.
He knew, he had heard about the accident. He heard the rumors. Poor girl, they said. She lost her memory, they whispered. He knew she did not recognize him. In fact, she didn't recognize herself.
Yet, he could still see glimpses of her, of Circe hidden deep inside. He always wondered what she was thinking when they locked eyes. He would catch something in her eyes that told him she was there even if she didn't see it.
Even now as he stared at her, he weighed the decision in his head. Should he try to remind her or should he wait?
As he thought through his decision he watched her turn away.
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The assembly was over. She had come to the graduation. Her cousin had said that it was for her own good. He wanted her to get out. He said to help her get some fresh air. It was obvious he was hoping she would remember something. The only thing that came to mind was red hair and green eyes.
She always found her eyes wondering to him. Sasori, that's what they said his name was. She knew he wasn't the one she dreamt of the name didn't sound quite right. More importantly his eyes are not the same.
She didn't shy away when his eyes turned to hers. They felt familiar perhaps they had been friends before the accident. The memories slipped from her. She couldn't remember. Yet something in his eyes made her look. Her gut told her to go, something inside her whispered that her answers laid with him but she is a coward. So, she turns and walks away.
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The dreams are back. There is screaming. There is blood. She cannot move she is paralyzed. The feeling suffocates her. She feels it. Deep inside the need the desire is there. Its begging her. She needs it now.
She awakens to a pitch-black room. It takes her a moment to realize it is her bedroom. She is shaking. The shaking won't stop. Her mind runs wild. The pounding in her head is increasing. Her legs urge her to leave, she can't stay. She grabs a jacket and walks out. Everyone is fast asleep and no one notices her leave.
The night is cold. The streets are bare but she doesn't stop she lets her feet lead. Doesn't stop to think just continues to walk with no destination in mind.
The pounding has stopped to a bearable throb but it's enough to distract her from her surroundings. In hindsight leaving her home late at night in her state is not the best idea but it's too late to think about that.
They see her before she sees them. Its three guys hanging outside some local bar.
"Hey babe looking for a good time." The man who approached her first was clearly intoxicated.
"I think she is. Why else would she be hanging around here," says the second guy. He reeks of cheap scotch.
"Excuse me," she says. She tried to go around them with no luck. The third blocks her way.
"what's the hurry little pussy cat?" He tries to make a grab for her. She turns and runs. The buildings become a blur. She can hear their footsteps in hot pursuit.
The buildings pass her. The further she goes the less she recognizes. Her heart pulses with fear. The next corner she makes a sharp turn and quickly realizes her mistake. It's too late she's boxed in. The men advance.
Her mind tells her to scream but she feels mute. The scream refuses to leave her throat. She can't run, can't escape but that's not what scares her the most. What scares her the most is the desire in the pit of her stomach. The desire to stay. The fear claws its way down her throat. The desire to stay is unbearable. It's in uncontrollable desire that chokes her.
"Here you little cunt," calls one of the men.
She makes one last ditch effort to run but the man on the left laughs before pulling her back and slamming her against the pavement wall.
Beads of sweat run down her temple. Adrenaline pushes through her veins and she punches the one of the left. The surprise is evident but not enough. The other grabs her and holds her arms above her head. Her kicks are futile.
One of the men gets close to her face, "relax beautiful you'll enjoy this."
The smell of alcohol reaches her nostrils. Her eyes prick with unshed tears. The same man begins to kiss her neck. His hand reaches inside her shirt. The feel of his hand on her skin causes a whimper.
No! her mind screams.
"Shit! Do you hear that," says the one she had punched.
"Not, now Michael," says the man currently holding her.
"Kevin's right. I think it might be the cops." The third pulls him off her.
"Fuck! What the fuck are you waiting for then? Let's get the fuck out of here," he says as he releases her. She drops to the ground.
They run but she doesn't bother to check. Her heart is still hammering. She is panting, she brings her knees up and wraps her arms around. Time passes by hours perhaps minutes pass but she doesn't move. She even fails to notice new set of footsteps.
She doesn't notice until he is right in front of her.
"Hey," he calls out gently. Slowly she raises her head. Her eyes clash with brown. "You okay?" He asks. She sees familiar red hair and reacts. She throws her arms around and lets the tears fall.
He pats her back gently trying to sooth. "Hey, it's okay." He repeats over and over until her tears subside. Slowly she pulls away. He asses her to see if she is hurt. His eyes look at her with such concern and familiarity that it makes her want to cry again.
"Help me," she begs as she buries her face into his shirt.
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He takes her to his apartment. He gives a hot chocolate to soothe her nerves.
"What happened?" he asks. He waits patiently for her answer.
"I-uh-I," she stutters trying desperately to form the words.
He places his cup down and closes their distance. "It's okay you don't have to. When you are ready to talk I'll be here. Would you like me to take you back to your place?"
"NO!" the word leaves her mouth faster then she can register. "I mean can I stay."
His eyes soften. "Of course."
He turns to lead her to the only bed in his place. "I'll show you to the bed." He walks her the bed located on the top floor or his loft. "You can take the bed." He motions to the king size bed. "I'll take the couch." He turns to go downstairs but is stopped.
The small tug on his sleeve stops him. He turns to find her holding onto his sleeve. "Stay with me please." She says.
He wants to ask her if she is sure but then she looks at him with those eyes and the words die in his throat. He simply nods and lets her lead.
As he holds her she dreams of a man with red hair and green eyes. There is no fire and screams to disturb her slumber.
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The nights become more frequent. The first two nights he is surprised by the third he gives her a key. Every night is the same. She comes when her nightmares refuse to leave her. He holds her and he does this because he can never say no to her.
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It doesn't last. The desire is still there and it plagues her at night. She is missing something but can't figure out what it is she is missing. So, her body does what it does best. It protects itself by filling to void with something more primal. This night when she arrives at his doorstep she is different.
He leads her to the bed like every night. He goes under the covers fully dressed but this time she doesn't join him. He notices her hesitation and wonders what is wrong. He sits up and is about to ask when she climbs on top and crawls towards him. Her face hovers over his and stops. Her insecurity is clear as day. Her resolve wavers. He sees this and decides to act. He pulls her towards him and rolls on top.
"What do you want?" he asks. He looks her in the eyes searching. Whether he is searching for his Circe or for something else is unknown.
She stares back into those familiar brown eyes. Hesitantly, she reaches for his face and he lets her do what she wants. "Kiss me," she says so he does.
He kisses her gently. "Touch me," she says. He slowly trails his hand down her form never breaking eye contact. "Make me remember," she says. So, he does.
He reminds her with his kisses and gentle touches. Her body craves his touch. His lips lightly graze her neck and her breath hitches. With his hands he pulls her shirt up and over her head. She kisses him back. At first her kisses are unsure and then she kisses him like her life depends on it. She weaves her fingers through his hair desperately bringing him closer. His lips lay soft kisses leading to her covered breasts. He takes of her bra and lets his hands caress her breasts. Her breath hitches with desire. A moan leaves her swollen lips when his tongue touches the tip of her nipple.
He lets his hands slip down the front until they reach inside the waist band of her sweats. He savors the moan that leaves her as he touches her there. He slowly slips one finger inside her underwear. He caresses her bundle of nerves at the tip. Her hips arch in response. "What do you want?" he asks.
"I-ah," she gasps.
"Yes," her urges as he draws lazy swirls with his fingers.
"want-uhm," she can't think.
"Tell me what you want," he says. Without further response he pulls away and she is quick to react. She grabs his wrist. He tilts his head to the side and asks again. "What do you want?" the teasing smile is there. The smile stirs something insider her.
She lets him go and stands on his bed. He wonders if he has pushed too far and she will run but she surprises him instead. She removes her pants and pushes him on the bed. She kisses him and he kisses her back. She rubs herself on his covered member. He is now the one unable to hold his response. He matches her thrusts and grabs her hips to grind himself further.
"I-ah-want-you-ah-inside," her command come in between moans and gasps. He sits up with her still straddling him. He kisses her fiercely before he pulls down his pants. He pulls her panties aside. She has her hands on his shoulders before he lets her slam down on his member. The feeling is amazing. He lets her set the pace. He kisses her neck, her lips, her breasts anything his lips can reach. She pulls his hand down her body to where their bodies meet. She urges him to caress as her hands go through his hair and she kisses him. He can feel her muscles clenching. She is close and he can feel it. He helps her move her hips.
Just as she reaches her peak her nails dig into his shoulders the it causes him to go deeper and she groans. She holds tighter as she rides her orgasm. He lets her walls help him climax. He feels it and lets himself fall back.
As they come down from their high she slowly caresses his hair away from his eyes and kisses him softly. That night she falls asleep and doesn't dream.
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I will help you remember
I will help you find your way
With every kiss
With every touch
You will remember
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AN: Sorry everyone for being MIA for so long. I promise to update soon. I hope you like it. This is part 1 out of three in Circe the reawakening.