Hey kids. Sorry it's been so long. Had trouble picking up. ( Here's a
little chapter for you. I'm getting right to work on the next one, so
hopefully it won't be too far from coming. (
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With slightly shaky legs I wobbled over to the table and sat in the seat the man was holding for me. Leaning close to my cheek as he pushed my chair in, he whispered in a deep, husky voice, "Are you feeling well, my dear?"
Feeling tremors run up and down my body as he spoke, and my eyes fluttering half shut, I barely managed a nod. I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye, and felt his breath on my hair as he slowly pulled away.
I looked up to see Kathy looking at me with a knowing smirk on her face. I glared at her and sat up straighter, clearing my throat. I briskly shot at the man, "So, you still haven't told us who you are. I would like to know at least your name."
He just smiled at me. "Of course, darling. Anything for you." He smiled wider. "My name is Jareth O'Roarke. I hail from Britain, though my family is Irish. Now, I believe we should order and not let these fine people go to waste." He turned to a waiter who had appeared without my notice, and said, "I would like the 10 oz. bacon wrapped filet mignon with baked potato and red wine." The waiter nodded and turned to me.
"Uh, same thing I guess." I had no idea what their food was like, and I was a little preoccupied with the shock and all that I didn't feel like any large mental process. I saw Kathy nod to the same as well, and then we both turned expectantly towards our host.
"I suppose you would like to know how exactly I know who you are and why I have bothered to contact you in such a way," he said in a smooth, silky stream. "I saw you many, many years ago Sarah," he reached out and ran his finger tips through a lock of my hair. "When your hair was so much longer." He paused for a moment, smiling softly, then straightened himself. "You would act out books in the park where I would go to draw. You wore the most beautiful dresses and you always spoke so confidently that I couldn't help watching you." He looked me in the eyes and there was a soft affection there that for some reason made me blush and look away. He laughed. "I doubt you ever saw me though, darling. You were far too involved in your stories." I looked up for a second as he raised his glass of red wine and toasted me, then took a sip, his eyes never leaving mine. "Well, lately I've found myself bored with life and missing all those days in the park watching you, so I decided to look you up, meet you proper, and try to talk you into playing in the park again." He grinned that mischievous wide smile, teeth flashing, which sent my heartbeat into overdrive.
I felt the world spinning away as the room blurred and went bright. I felt myself getting lighter until a loud beeping broke its way through the cloud surrounding me and let the world come back with a burst of colour and the feeling of a man's hand holding me steady.
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With slightly shaky legs I wobbled over to the table and sat in the seat the man was holding for me. Leaning close to my cheek as he pushed my chair in, he whispered in a deep, husky voice, "Are you feeling well, my dear?"
Feeling tremors run up and down my body as he spoke, and my eyes fluttering half shut, I barely managed a nod. I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye, and felt his breath on my hair as he slowly pulled away.
I looked up to see Kathy looking at me with a knowing smirk on her face. I glared at her and sat up straighter, clearing my throat. I briskly shot at the man, "So, you still haven't told us who you are. I would like to know at least your name."
He just smiled at me. "Of course, darling. Anything for you." He smiled wider. "My name is Jareth O'Roarke. I hail from Britain, though my family is Irish. Now, I believe we should order and not let these fine people go to waste." He turned to a waiter who had appeared without my notice, and said, "I would like the 10 oz. bacon wrapped filet mignon with baked potato and red wine." The waiter nodded and turned to me.
"Uh, same thing I guess." I had no idea what their food was like, and I was a little preoccupied with the shock and all that I didn't feel like any large mental process. I saw Kathy nod to the same as well, and then we both turned expectantly towards our host.
"I suppose you would like to know how exactly I know who you are and why I have bothered to contact you in such a way," he said in a smooth, silky stream. "I saw you many, many years ago Sarah," he reached out and ran his finger tips through a lock of my hair. "When your hair was so much longer." He paused for a moment, smiling softly, then straightened himself. "You would act out books in the park where I would go to draw. You wore the most beautiful dresses and you always spoke so confidently that I couldn't help watching you." He looked me in the eyes and there was a soft affection there that for some reason made me blush and look away. He laughed. "I doubt you ever saw me though, darling. You were far too involved in your stories." I looked up for a second as he raised his glass of red wine and toasted me, then took a sip, his eyes never leaving mine. "Well, lately I've found myself bored with life and missing all those days in the park watching you, so I decided to look you up, meet you proper, and try to talk you into playing in the park again." He grinned that mischievous wide smile, teeth flashing, which sent my heartbeat into overdrive.
I felt the world spinning away as the room blurred and went bright. I felt myself getting lighter until a loud beeping broke its way through the cloud surrounding me and let the world come back with a burst of colour and the feeling of a man's hand holding me steady.