She downed the drink and put the bottle with the rest of the intoxicating liquid back on the table.
- I´m off.- she yawned.
But neitherher sentence nor the noise of the bottle balancing on the table seemed to have awakened her companions from some strange form of blissful letargy.
She spat out something that doubtfully was appreciation and turned around, shaking herblonde hair angrily in case anyone was looking after all.
She noticed someone standing next to the door and was just about to lash her rage out at him, when.. the sarcastic comment froze on the tip of her tongue.
Her bright green eyes, contrasting with deep black eye shadows, froze and her lips slightly opened when she focused on the stranger, whose sight was hooked deep into her.
She stood there for a while that seemed as eternity, unbelieving.
-Lucius.. - whispered she more for herself, feeling uncomfortably intimidated by her own voice.
The stranger grinned at her.
Without taking her eyes off him, she moved towards him reluctantly.
- So we finally meet.- said the stranger in a deep, echoing voice that ran through her as an electric impulse.
For the first time, she allowed herself wink.
- Who.. what are you?- inquired she, as she raised her hand and aimed it towards the stranger´s chest.
Apparently she expected it to go straight through, as if he was a ghost or some kind of abstract hallucination.
Her hand landed firmly on his shoulder.
The primar touch evoked chills running down her spine, but she didn´t move her hand.
With a puzzled look on her face, normally cold and superior, she turned her head quickly and her eyes searched for the bottle. She spotted it, it stood on the table motionless as she had left it, its contents still reaching nearly to the half. No, she has not drunk that much.. her sight flew over her mates, but none of them was watching, they wouldn´t even know she had ever been there.
Her confused eyes landed back on Lucius.
¨How is this possible?¨- questions ran chaotically through her head,- ¨What did the bastards put in my drink this time??¨
There was no way this man who she clearly saw and felt in front of her, could be there. But yet he was, his crushing presence was as real as her own.
She looked at him, hopelessly, as if waiting for saviour.
- Follow me.- said Lucius with a voice that, tho she has never heard it before in her life, comforted her.
Only now she realized that her hand still rested on his shoulder and she pulled it back quickly.
He stepped towards the door, waiting for her to do the same.
Reluctant but tempted, she did.
She didn´t see anyone as they walked through the lounge, but the place seemed to have changed too.
The stairway up which he led her seemed to be at least twice the size as she knew it, dark and winding, and the railing obtained a form of a huge serpent and she fascinated watched her own hand running over its silver and shining, nearly organic skin.
She didn´t know if it was real, or if it was just due to her astonishment and what struck her with surprise was that she didn´t care anymore.
For seeing what she was seeing, she must have been either insane or enchanted, therefore she didn´t let her mind preoccupy with it.
Surprisingly she felt no fear. It never crossed her thoughts that this man, who she looked up to as her ultimate ideal in her former fantasies, would try to do her any harm. Suddenly she felt like if Lucius´unexpected appearance in her real world was something absolutely normal, something she wouldn´t even stop to wonder about.
After a while (an hour? a day?) they reached the top of the stairway and speechless walked through a long neverending dark hall, when they finally reached a door which Lucius unlocked and held open to let her enter.
Strangely aroused, she stepped in and found herself in a place she has never seen before. It was obscure, only few cande lights trembled silently and threw weird shadows on the furniture, which tickled her curiosity even more.
She liked the darkness, she liked the strange psychodelic shadows blinking on the black walls, shel iked the statues of deamons maliciously grinning on high pillars onboth sides of a hugebed with satin sheets in the colour of blood.
Her gothic heart forgot everything and pulsed with joy, she smiled unconsciously while her eyes consumed the view.
All the questions she had on her tongue, all the uncertainty and confusion fell off her like old leaves fall from autumn trees and she felt nothing but content...
- Glorious place. - she expressed praise as she turned back to face him.
... content and thrilled...
His long blonde hair glittered in the flames of the candles and his cold blue eyes seemed warmer in this magic twilight.
She forced herself to move on. Her attention attracted a huge, ancient looking mirror that reflected everything in the room in a strange angle. Its impressive frame was created by hundreds of small silver snake - like creatures with shining esmerald eyes.
She watched him approach her.
He sensed her confusion and gently touched her arm, encouraging.
Her body reacted to his touch, and her neurons transmitted the chilling sensation all over her.She felt like she had stopped breathing with her lungs, now she inhaled and exhaled with all the surface of her body.
She watched her reflection in the mirror. Her pale skin contrasted with the dark make-up and her eyes, partly hiding behind few inobedient curls of her long hair, became nearly transparent.
- There are answers to all your questions.- whispered he quietly.
Dedicating herself to the moment of magic, she shut down her mind. She knew no one would follow her.
