Completely unaware of the danger she`s been in, Olivia sits on the floor
listening to the voice inside, listening to the beat of her heart. But it
can`t be. She can`t have fallen in love with Judas Iscariot. She is
supposed to love Jesus, the messiah, the one all nuns are engaged to, her
inner voice throws in sarcastically. However, she`s supposed to love Jesus,
no matter what she feels right now. Would she learn to love him again?
Would she learn to love life in heaven without...? A big lump grows in her
throat and she swallows hard trying to push the thought away. What use is
it to think about possibilities she`ll never have? What use is it to dream
dreams that can never be? She`ll return to Stephen, she`ll marry him and
live with him, and after that she`ll return to Jesus, she`ll grow to love
him, and hopefully after some time the memory of two dark sparkling eyes
will fade away.
YET IF HE SAID HE LOVED ME
I`D BE LOST I`D BE FRIGHTENED
I COULDN`T COPE; JUST COULDN`T COPE
I`D TURN MY HEAD I`D BACK AWAY
I WOULDN`T WANT TO KNOW
HE SCARES ME SO
I WANT HIM SO
I LOVE HIM SO
Tears glisten in her eyes as she slowly lifts her head, but the sad
expression gives immediately place to startled astonishment, when she
realizes that Judas is squatting beside her; chin rested on his left hand
he watches her with an enigmatic smile.
Her eyes wide open Olivia stares at him like a canin would stare at the
snake, knowing he has heard every word and more important that he knows
whom it was directed to. He gets up and circles her slowly, not taking his
eyes from her for a single moment. She closes her eyes almost hoping she
would awake in her bed at home, but when she opens them again, she`s still
sitting on the floor of the stage having one of the most embarrassing
moments in her life. If he only said a word! But Judas just kneels down
beside her and pierces her with his dark expressive eyes for, what seems to
be an eternity.
"Judas," she clears her throat searching a way out of this situation. "You know it`s jsut acting. It`s just a play, you know the song, It doesn`t mean anything." She runs her hands nervously through her lightbrown hair. "Just a play, you say?" Smiling knowingly Judas takes her hand in his and traces the lines inside her palm with his finger, before he pulls the hand to his lips kissing it softly. Unable to say anything Olivia looks at her hand not believing it`s really a part of her body; shyly she lifts her head and her questioning eyes meet his inscrutable glance. Is he teasing her? Wanting her to do something stupid, admit something illconsidered? Nervously she withdraws her hand and turns head away, hectically scrutinzing the wall, as if the graffiti-writings were expensive pictures exposited at the Louvre. Judas watches her silently letting his eyes travel over the line of her neck, her cheeks that are covered with a light flush, down to her shoulders, when she suddenly turns to him. "You know, Judas, it`s just make believe, it`s nothing." She tries to give her voice a carefree tone, but it shivers too clearly to sound lightly. "Nothing." An amused sparkgle glittering in his eyes Jduas leans closer to her. Feeling his breath brush her face shivers race down her spine; inhaling his masculine scent she fears her drumming heart would break her breast as he leans yet closer to her. Caressing her with the look of his warm glowing eyes his lips touch hers just barely. "What was that?" she asks confused. "That?" he smiles cheekily. "Nothing." She lifts her finger to her lips staring unbelievingly at him. "Why? I mean why did you kiss me?" A huge grin illuminates his face giving him the look of a playful goblin. "You call that a kiss?" He smirks running his fingers lightly through her hair, then grasps her head gently with both hands and pulls her face towards him capturing her lips in an intense kiss full of warmth and sensuality. "What do you say now?" Seeing the mischievious gleam in his brown eyes, a huge grin spreads over her face. "Was that your best?" she asks teasingly. He raises one eyebrow. "What could be better?" Still grinning Olivia lifts her hand and traces the contoure of his face. "Anything you can do I can do better." "Prove it!" Judas demands hoarsely; entwining her body with his muscular arms he pulls her closer, his eyes looking longingly at her smiling lips; feeling the warmth of his body pressed against hers, she can`t keep up the teasing anylonger; wrapping her arms around his neck Olivia pulls him into a hungry kiss, feeling his arms hold her even tighter than before. But suddenly she pulls away and jumps up her face getting as white as a sheet. "No," she gets out her whole body shaking. "You and me, it`s wrong." She swings round and runs head over heels towards the exit disappearing in the nowwhere behind stage. "Olivia!" Judas jumps up to run after her, but something hits his chin with the violence of an ironbar and throws him backwards to the ground.
"Judas," she clears her throat searching a way out of this situation. "You know it`s jsut acting. It`s just a play, you know the song, It doesn`t mean anything." She runs her hands nervously through her lightbrown hair. "Just a play, you say?" Smiling knowingly Judas takes her hand in his and traces the lines inside her palm with his finger, before he pulls the hand to his lips kissing it softly. Unable to say anything Olivia looks at her hand not believing it`s really a part of her body; shyly she lifts her head and her questioning eyes meet his inscrutable glance. Is he teasing her? Wanting her to do something stupid, admit something illconsidered? Nervously she withdraws her hand and turns head away, hectically scrutinzing the wall, as if the graffiti-writings were expensive pictures exposited at the Louvre. Judas watches her silently letting his eyes travel over the line of her neck, her cheeks that are covered with a light flush, down to her shoulders, when she suddenly turns to him. "You know, Judas, it`s just make believe, it`s nothing." She tries to give her voice a carefree tone, but it shivers too clearly to sound lightly. "Nothing." An amused sparkgle glittering in his eyes Jduas leans closer to her. Feeling his breath brush her face shivers race down her spine; inhaling his masculine scent she fears her drumming heart would break her breast as he leans yet closer to her. Caressing her with the look of his warm glowing eyes his lips touch hers just barely. "What was that?" she asks confused. "That?" he smiles cheekily. "Nothing." She lifts her finger to her lips staring unbelievingly at him. "Why? I mean why did you kiss me?" A huge grin illuminates his face giving him the look of a playful goblin. "You call that a kiss?" He smirks running his fingers lightly through her hair, then grasps her head gently with both hands and pulls her face towards him capturing her lips in an intense kiss full of warmth and sensuality. "What do you say now?" Seeing the mischievious gleam in his brown eyes, a huge grin spreads over her face. "Was that your best?" she asks teasingly. He raises one eyebrow. "What could be better?" Still grinning Olivia lifts her hand and traces the contoure of his face. "Anything you can do I can do better." "Prove it!" Judas demands hoarsely; entwining her body with his muscular arms he pulls her closer, his eyes looking longingly at her smiling lips; feeling the warmth of his body pressed against hers, she can`t keep up the teasing anylonger; wrapping her arms around his neck Olivia pulls him into a hungry kiss, feeling his arms hold her even tighter than before. But suddenly she pulls away and jumps up her face getting as white as a sheet. "No," she gets out her whole body shaking. "You and me, it`s wrong." She swings round and runs head over heels towards the exit disappearing in the nowwhere behind stage. "Olivia!" Judas jumps up to run after her, but something hits his chin with the violence of an ironbar and throws him backwards to the ground.