Maria lay looking into the dark, the moon casting silver shadows on the ceiling. She couldn't sleep, still after all this time, it was hard to close her eyes at night. Her eyes made patterns with the shadows, her mind wandering, trying to block out everything.
She heard a rustling in the room, like wind through curtains. Someone had come in, she could feel thir presence. Her eyes strained to see through the darkness, head turning towards the figure. Maria reached over to turn on the light but was stopped by a hand over her mouth. Maria froze and tried to collect her head. So many childhood memories flashed through her brain, immobilizing her further. Was he back?
"Shhh," she heard a voice say. A tall figure loomed beside her bed. Maria struggled and screamed against the person's hand. "Shhh," she heard again. "I'm not going to hurt you." The voice was a threat. Maria relaxed, but gave one last scream.
Suddenly her voice filled the room, the hand had pulled away. Maria cut her scream short and flicked on the light. There stood Michael. He was staring at his hand as if she had burned him with her voice. When he looked up their eyes met and for a fleeting moment Maria saw fear and pain reflected in his eyes. But the moment passed and his eyes turned to stone, closing out all emotion, a mask hiding everything. She glared up at him, there was no way he was going to get away with this.
"What are you doing here?" she spat. Michael shook his head, like a dog trying to shake off water. Something had happened to him when she screamed. He was an enigma. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" she said slowly trying to wake him.
"Nothing," he said nonchalantly. He began picking up things on her dresser.
"Put that down," Maria hissed, scared she could wake her mother. She had wanted Maria to go out with boys, not have sleepovers. "And what do you mean nothing? Obviously you're here for something."
"Just checking up on you. Making sure…"
"I won't say anything. I promise," Maria cut him off. He didn't trust her. "But you had to wake me up in the middle of the night to do this."
"Yes," he said simply, still going through stuff.
"You're a bastard," she said.
"What?" he said dropping the mirror he had in his hand. Michael walked over to the bed and stared at her, his eyes challenged her, and she met his gaze with the same challenge.
Maria sat up, pulling herself off the pillows she had been leaning against. "Bastard," she hissed inches from his face. "First, you're the rudest boy I've ever met, and then you come and try and rape me in the middle of the night, not to mention…"
Maria stopped when she saw Michael's eyes moving up and down her body, his cheeks were red. When he heard her stop he looked at her face and then quickly glanced away. Maria looked down at herself. She was wearing nothing but a bra and underwear.
The room was enveloped in an embarrassed silence. Maria smiled wryly. She didn't mind that he had seen her, she didn't really wear much more for clothing anyway. But it kind of ruined the whole mood.
"Um…I guess I'll go now," Michael said. Maria could see he was fighting hard not to look at her, the front of his pants already told her she had affected him.
"Not until you tell me why you're here." Maria knew why he was there, it was that stupid alien thing but she really didn't want him to leave. Insomnia was a lonely disease.
"You know why I'm here and you promised, so there is no more reason for me to stay." Michael walked towards the door. Maria bolted from her bed and wedged herself between Michael and the door. There was less space then she realized.
"You can't go that way, my mother will hear you," she whispered.
"Fine," he said indignantly. "I'll go through the window." Maria grabbed his arm.
"No, I want to know why you came here tonight. Why you couldn't at least trust me until morning," Maria was desperate. She didn't really care who he was, or what planet he was from she needed company. And she was beginning to think his might be pleasant, might.
"I came to see if you would tell anyone about our secret. It's obvious you won't. Now I'm going to go sleep." Maria gripped his arm a little tighter but he pulled away. Again he looked pained, as if touching her did something to him, something more than physical, like how she felt when their skin touched. All she felt was heat, intense and melting heat. He looked like she had stabbed him.
Maria watched him as he climbed out her window. She crawled back between her covers and closed her eyes.
*dream sequence*
A strong hand reached out and grabbed her. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" a voice threatened. It came from the throat, low and raspy, sexy.
"Is that a warning?" she teased. He didn't look amused. His face was like a mask, always guarded, even in dreams. "What's wrong with you? Why are you always so secret?" She knew the he was hiding something, that other galaxies aside there was something that had hurt him, someone.
"And why are you always so talkative?" he snapped back. She pouted and pulled against his arm.
"Well I've had enough of you," she said trying to gain back her dignity.
"You have, have you?" He leaned in closer to her. Heat seared through her body. There was intensity in his eyes that she had only seen in one other man's eyes before. It excited her, but in turn scared her too. She backed away from him, but he advanced. She watched the muscles in his body move with him, gracefully. He was beautiful, and she felt connected to him, she felt one with him.
But he twisted, his sculpted face melting away, dripping to the floor beneath him to reveal….
*end*
Maria awoke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest and blood rushing through her ears. If she was to have dreams like this every time she fell asleep, she simply wouldn't do it. But then daytime was no worse. She simply could not shake the memories of New York, of her father.
She heard a rustling in the room, like wind through curtains. Someone had come in, she could feel thir presence. Her eyes strained to see through the darkness, head turning towards the figure. Maria reached over to turn on the light but was stopped by a hand over her mouth. Maria froze and tried to collect her head. So many childhood memories flashed through her brain, immobilizing her further. Was he back?
"Shhh," she heard a voice say. A tall figure loomed beside her bed. Maria struggled and screamed against the person's hand. "Shhh," she heard again. "I'm not going to hurt you." The voice was a threat. Maria relaxed, but gave one last scream.
Suddenly her voice filled the room, the hand had pulled away. Maria cut her scream short and flicked on the light. There stood Michael. He was staring at his hand as if she had burned him with her voice. When he looked up their eyes met and for a fleeting moment Maria saw fear and pain reflected in his eyes. But the moment passed and his eyes turned to stone, closing out all emotion, a mask hiding everything. She glared up at him, there was no way he was going to get away with this.
"What are you doing here?" she spat. Michael shook his head, like a dog trying to shake off water. Something had happened to him when she screamed. He was an enigma. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" she said slowly trying to wake him.
"Nothing," he said nonchalantly. He began picking up things on her dresser.
"Put that down," Maria hissed, scared she could wake her mother. She had wanted Maria to go out with boys, not have sleepovers. "And what do you mean nothing? Obviously you're here for something."
"Just checking up on you. Making sure…"
"I won't say anything. I promise," Maria cut him off. He didn't trust her. "But you had to wake me up in the middle of the night to do this."
"Yes," he said simply, still going through stuff.
"You're a bastard," she said.
"What?" he said dropping the mirror he had in his hand. Michael walked over to the bed and stared at her, his eyes challenged her, and she met his gaze with the same challenge.
Maria sat up, pulling herself off the pillows she had been leaning against. "Bastard," she hissed inches from his face. "First, you're the rudest boy I've ever met, and then you come and try and rape me in the middle of the night, not to mention…"
Maria stopped when she saw Michael's eyes moving up and down her body, his cheeks were red. When he heard her stop he looked at her face and then quickly glanced away. Maria looked down at herself. She was wearing nothing but a bra and underwear.
The room was enveloped in an embarrassed silence. Maria smiled wryly. She didn't mind that he had seen her, she didn't really wear much more for clothing anyway. But it kind of ruined the whole mood.
"Um…I guess I'll go now," Michael said. Maria could see he was fighting hard not to look at her, the front of his pants already told her she had affected him.
"Not until you tell me why you're here." Maria knew why he was there, it was that stupid alien thing but she really didn't want him to leave. Insomnia was a lonely disease.
"You know why I'm here and you promised, so there is no more reason for me to stay." Michael walked towards the door. Maria bolted from her bed and wedged herself between Michael and the door. There was less space then she realized.
"You can't go that way, my mother will hear you," she whispered.
"Fine," he said indignantly. "I'll go through the window." Maria grabbed his arm.
"No, I want to know why you came here tonight. Why you couldn't at least trust me until morning," Maria was desperate. She didn't really care who he was, or what planet he was from she needed company. And she was beginning to think his might be pleasant, might.
"I came to see if you would tell anyone about our secret. It's obvious you won't. Now I'm going to go sleep." Maria gripped his arm a little tighter but he pulled away. Again he looked pained, as if touching her did something to him, something more than physical, like how she felt when their skin touched. All she felt was heat, intense and melting heat. He looked like she had stabbed him.
Maria watched him as he climbed out her window. She crawled back between her covers and closed her eyes.
*dream sequence*
A strong hand reached out and grabbed her. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" a voice threatened. It came from the throat, low and raspy, sexy.
"Is that a warning?" she teased. He didn't look amused. His face was like a mask, always guarded, even in dreams. "What's wrong with you? Why are you always so secret?" She knew the he was hiding something, that other galaxies aside there was something that had hurt him, someone.
"And why are you always so talkative?" he snapped back. She pouted and pulled against his arm.
"Well I've had enough of you," she said trying to gain back her dignity.
"You have, have you?" He leaned in closer to her. Heat seared through her body. There was intensity in his eyes that she had only seen in one other man's eyes before. It excited her, but in turn scared her too. She backed away from him, but he advanced. She watched the muscles in his body move with him, gracefully. He was beautiful, and she felt connected to him, she felt one with him.
But he twisted, his sculpted face melting away, dripping to the floor beneath him to reveal….
*end*
Maria awoke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest and blood rushing through her ears. If she was to have dreams like this every time she fell asleep, she simply wouldn't do it. But then daytime was no worse. She simply could not shake the memories of New York, of her father.