Chapter 35 - Necropolis

MY POV:

The small glass cabin, which stood on one of the hills, is bathing in the gentle rain that is pacifying its thirst, and the same way, you will pacify mine. A leer on my lips, a smirk on yours is narrating a rage, as we both stand outside this cabin my feet make me walk towards you in the subtle clandestine fashion that you have always liked. The red-violet night sky above us has turned milky due to the mist and clouds as if it's trying to hide even the slightest streaks of the moonbeams coming from the heavens. Upon reaching to you, I raise my heels with my hands finding their way around your spine. My lips near yours and as my eyes close to feel that warmth, a howling, pierces the deadly silence breaking the kiss that we were both going to have. A few more howls follow the first one. They came from a distance, from the hilltop moors. Your smirk gets replaced by a smile and then after you bringing your tongue closer to my ear, you whisper "Listen to them, those wolves, they are the children of the night, hear the sweet music they make".

You push me away by my navel and the ushering your steps away from me; you begin to walk towards the cabin door. You tear down the lovenote I gave you some time ago; the note had a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, named "LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY"

Upon realizing your rejection, my eyes get wet. My tears roll down my cheeks along with the raindrops that had been rolling down my face persistently.

My body, longs for you, only you.

My wet eyelashes force themselves to meet their counterparts and therein my eyes close. As I collapse on my knees and the on the ground, you watch me with pleasure. I make an effort to crawl towards you, but something stops me. This something was an urge that came from deep inside my heart. It's an urge that warning me against you, telling me not to get tempted by your virility. But my lust is too strong to resist this attraction towards your severe hatred for me. I crawl on my hands and shin towards you that puts an end to all the inner conflicts I had been fighting with. You grab my wet hair with force and then drag my face closer to yours. You pin me to the cabin door, and sooner, your lips crush mine, in a way that was not far from violence. As we continue, you open the door and with your hands still tight around my waist, you take me inside the cabin.

Our bodies part and you close the door locking us both in, alone. The cabin is empty except for two broken black pots. As my eyes are still looking at those broken pots, I feel your palm covering my right breast. I turn myself towards you. You sulk as I look into your eyes. You tell me "I will always hate you". To hide my dejection, I turn my face away from your gaze and I walk towards the door to leave. Your hand grabs my wrist and you gently pull me towards you. Then you begin to kiss the skin near my left earlobe. Your lips trace their way down to my throat and then they find my nape. As you do so, I embrace you tightly begging you to stop this wild frenzy. My heart gives a growl followed by some more. These tokens tell me that there is no escape from the ecstasy that will follow this embracement.

You place your hands on my shoulder trying to push me away but this makes me tighten my grip around you more. I bury my face in your chest.

"I love you" was my reply to your earlier words where you expressed your loathing for me.

My eyes get teary. You force my hands off around you. Pulling my hair tightly, harder, you push me away from you again. As I try to embrace you one more time, you push me away from you again. You throw me on the floor. I land on my face side with the broken pieces of that glass pot bruising, slitting some parts of my neck and shoulders. As the slits begin to bleed, you walk towards me. Placing your knees next to me, you take hold of my neck and then begin to rub your fingers on my bruised skin.

But the bleeding continues.

You press your fingers on my bruised skin in a selfish hope that this will prove to be styptic. As I watch you and feel this wild passionate touch of yours, a queer sense of fear takes toll over me. I push you back in a fit. As I calm down, you cover me with yourself upon realizing that my skin was getting cold. As I begin to lose my consciousness, I feel your lips on the small mole present on the upper mole of my right breast, and your thumb on my clitoris…..

"Tala" I breath gently. It was just a fantasy. I look out of the window, the moonlight puts me back to sleep.