Deliver Me
By Zyris De'Lat
Chapter Five:
Kimber arrived back to room 289 with some order out Chinese for her and Jerrica to share. When she approached the doorway she couldn't help but notice a bouquet of roses lying on the ground. Kimber bent down and picked up the roses. After pondering for a moment about how the roses arrived there, she then carried them into the room for Jerrica to see.
"Jerrica, did anyone stop by while I was out?" Kimber asked while carrying the containers of Chinese food in one hand and the bouquet of roses in the other hand.
"No, not that I was aware of…" Jerrica started to reply while turning around to look at her sister, but was caught in mid-sentence when her eyes fell upon the bouquet of roses. All together there were twelve fresh, cut roses wrapped in gold tissue, which shimmered when the light hit it at the correct angle. Jerrica stared in awe, never before had she seen such beauty come from a bouquet of roses. They seemed so perfect…
Jerrica managed to pull her gaze from the roses to look up at Kimber. "Who gave you those exquisite flowers?" Jerrica asked Kimber while making a gesture with her hand towards the roses.
Kimber looked up with a puzzled look on her face, "I was going to ask you the same question, Jerrica. I found these resting on the floor right outside the doorway," Kimber said while motioning towards the door.
Kimber walked over to the table to set the Chinese food on, and then handed the bouquet of roses to Jerrica. Jerrica searched for a card or a note within the bouquet to identify where they came from, but failed to find one. "That is odd," Jerrica said with a puzzled look on her face. "Who would send such a beautiful arrangement of flowers without a card?"
Rory Llewelyn had been driving all day in his new foreign sports car, which he had specially ordered from Germany. Rory never cared much for the American cars. They never have the class or the feel that Rory liked with the German cars.
Rory Llewelyn, Phoebe Ashe, and Ingrid Krueger, or better known as Riot, Rapture, and Minx, are the members of a German band called the Stingers who arrived to Los Angeles, America, a little over a year ago. There success in America was instant, there fame spread like a wild fire. They were famous and well known over in Germany from there prior years of performing there, but they never dreamt in a million years that America would love them instantly.
The Stinger's published two albums during there first year at Los Angeles. There band was signed to Eric Raymond, who also owned the band the Misfits and the music studio Misfits Music. When Rory Llewelyn signed on with Eric Raymond, he was offered the position as business partner to Eric Raymond and was given half control over Stinger's Sound, the new music studio that was formerly known as Misfits Music. Rory Llewelyn could not pass up the offer, it was a once in a lifetime deal. The great benefit for having control over half of the company, Rory had say in what would happen with the Stinger's band. After there second number one hit album in the rock charts, the Stinger's decided to make some modifications to their band. The Stingers noticed that the music style was changing with the new decade approaching within a year to the 1990's, so they decided to make a few changes to the band to incorporate a few new sounds.
Riot, or Rory Llewelyn, is the lead singer and treble guitarist for the band. He used to just be the main vocals but decided to brush up on his guitar skills. Riot is very conceited and tends to be a very compulsive perfectionist. Riot has a perfect European body sculpted of muscles that glows a deep tan with no tan lines. He has long wavy shoulder length blond hair that is claimed to be all natural. His face consists of full lips, and stunning deep brown eyes. His nose is thin and long with a tall bridge. It adds the right angle of contrast to the perfection of his face. He is the perfect male for every woman's fantasy dreams. Who could resist him? Riot's only flaw is he tends to be very shallow, he only puts himself first. The term riot can stand for a profuse or unrestrained outpouring display of emotions. Yes, the name Riot fits him well.
Rapture, or Phoebe Ashe, is a tall, moderately built female. She wears her bleached blond hair short and spiked, which brings out her ivory toned skin and the color of her eyes. Rapture's eyes are the color of autumn, when the leaves change colors to burnt orangish red. Rapture plays the bass guitar, she used to play the treble guitar. Rapture is a very good con artist. If she wasn't with the Stingers, Rapture would probably take it up as her main business. Rapture does bring in a good salary bonus to the Stingers every month of high priced possessions and cash. Minx and Riot never complain, they are just baffled that Rapture finds the time to con. Rapture is a very bold character herself. She also finds ecstatic joy and delight in conning others, the name Rapture fits her quite well.
Minx is a unique character herself. She is the shortest of the three in the band, standing at 5'5", but that does not stop her. Minx's bleached blond, straight hair, which rests against her thighs, is very stunning and attractive to the eye. Her bangs frame her sky blue eyes nicely, and even enhance them. Minx is more toned than built in muscle. She has more of a feminine figure than Rapture. Minx also has very smooth, ivory skin. Minx really enjoys exaggerating her stunning curves to the male viewers, especially when she knows she looks good. This really annoys Rapture, which makes Minx push it even farther. Minx loves to make others feel jealous. Minx has a tendency to be too much of a pert and to be too flirtatious. Then, if she wasn't, the name Minx would not fit her character. Minx plays the drums in the band. She used to play the keyboard. The Stingers were lucky and fortunate that Minx used to play the drums in a low key garage band during her years in Senior High.
The newest addition to the Stingers is Aten. Aten is a male in his late 20's who specializes in sound technology. Aten's features are a dark tan. His hair is short and black. Basically, his features are very Egyptian oriented with his tall nose bridge and slanted eyes. Aten is taking the task of performing the special sound effects on a sound board behind the scenes of the concerts that Minx used to incorporate with her electronic keyboard. Aten has a kind heart and thinks well of others. Some could say that he doesn't fit in the picture with the other three because his hair isn't blond, his features aren't European, or his attitude is to kind. The Stingers don't care about that, they are more concerned about his talent with the band. That is where the money lies.
Rory rolled his thoughts over in his mind and couldn't believe it has been a little over a year. So much has changed since then, or maybe it was just him. Or, was it just what he had heard in the hospital this afternoon?
The sun finally fell behind the western hills, and Rory decided to turn in for the night. It was almost eight-thirty according to Rory's watch. 'Where had the time gone?' Rory wondered, staring off in the distance.
'I just can't get her out of my mind. Jem, are you really Jerrica Benton? At times it makes perfect sense, like the missing piece to the master puzzle was found. But then another piece was lost amidst it all. They are complete opposites, like the sun and the moon. But then they compliment each other so well, like the dark does with the light….'
Rory shook his head in distress. He just did not want to accept that all this time his perfect match was really Jerrica Benton. Jem was just a disguise. Everything was going so well with Jem, how could Jerrica Benton ruin it for him. Jem was so perfect in Rory's eyes, and Jerrica was not. Jerrica was very moody, she never seemed happy, her face always wore a frown, and she was very inconsiderate of other people's feelings. Jem was the complete opposite of that. With the thought of only Jem in his mind, Rory managed to drive the rest of the way home with a smile on his face.
Rory pulled up the long, curving path to his grand house. It lit up like a shining star at night. He was proud of it, of his accomplishment. This smooth stone object, this castle of a house, that stood in front of him was the first thing in his life that was truly his. Rory couldn't help but marvel at his house. Sometimes he still couldn't believe his dreams were finally coming true. He at least managed to make something out of his life so far.
As Rory parked his car in the garage in the back of the house, he noticed that Phoebe's and Ingrid's vehicles were there also. Rory gave a deep sigh. He just wanted to be alone tonight, to have some more time to think. He really didn't look forward to a night with the ladies. Especially Ingrid, she just had a bad habit of clinging to men like a leach. At times, the name Minx fit Ingrid all to well. Tonight she would probably cling to him when they would watch movies. Sometimes, Rory found it cute, but he knew he would not tonight.
Rory slowly picked himself up out of the car and forced himself to enter the back door to the house. 'Here it goes…' Rory thought to himself.
Rory started to turn the handle to the back door when it suddenly flew open out of his hand.
"Rory, where have you been? I was so worried about you!" Ingrid cried out to Rory while she lunged towards him. Ingrid jumped into Rory's strong arms and gave him a passionate kiss on his soft lips. Ingrid then looked into Rory's deep brown eyes with her ecstatic blue eyes. Ingrid seductively brushed her lips lightly against Rory's right ear while she calmly whispered into his ear, "Darling, I have the bath running already with candles lit."
Rory rolled his eyes with annoyance at Ingrid, clearly giving her the sign to drop the act tonight. He then released his grip on her, letting her fall to the floor by his feet. Ingrid's mouth dropped open in shock. Ingrid placed her hands on her hips with an annoyed look on her face.
Phoebe then approached the back door to see what all the commotion was about. Phoebe's eyes grew wide with surprise when she saw the grumpy and annoyed Ingrid on the ground by Rory's feet. Phoebe could not help but laugh at the site displayed before her. She ran her hand through her short blonde hair and managed to wipe away the tears from her Amber colored eyes while laughing hysterically.
Rory let out a long, deep sigh and shook his head helplessly. He then stepped over the angered Ingrid on the floor in front of him. "Excuse me, ladies, while I retire to my quarter for the night," Rory said in a soothing but agitated voice.
Once Rory disappeared out of earshot, Ingrid pushed herself up off the floor and gave Phoebe a disappointed look. "What is up with him tonight?" Ingrid questioned. Phoebe's response was a helpless shrug of the shoulders. Then, the two women retired back to the living room to finish watching their rented movie, Original Sin.
Jem gently pushed Rory backwards onto his bed. She held up her hand in protest to Rory's gesture to get up. Then, she started to seductively drag her finger down Rory's exposed chest to the top of his fastened, but slightly bulging, pants.
Jem slowly pulled Rory up to a sitting position on the edge of his bed. She slid his unbuttoned shirt of his shoulders and let it fall onto his royal purple satin sheets. Jem smiled seductively at Rory and took a step backwards from him. She then turned around, having her back face him.
Jem unloosened the weaving strings that traveled from the nape of her neck to the small of her back. A grin formed on Rory's lips as Jem seductively moved her hips from side to side while letting the sleek, wine colored dress slip off of her body and fall to the ground around her feet.
The dimly lit room accented the naked, exposed curves of Jem's beautiful beige, flawlessly smooth skin that formed her body. Rory could still make out the glow of her soft, cotton candy pink hair that fell in multiple layers around her head and framed her face.
She then slowly turned around to face Rory, exposing her perfect, feminine form for him to see. She lucidly stepped forward towards Rory and slid onto the bed, straddling his now tight, bulging pants.
She leaned forward, letting her face and piercing purple eyes rest an inch away from Rory's face. Rory deeply inhaled Jem's intoxicating aroma, she always smelled like cinnamon. Jem then brushed her lips against Rory's and heavily cooed, "Don't you wish you could take me now?"
Rory jolted upright in bed, panting heavily while trying to catch his breath. His silk nightshirt was damp, and sticking to his body from sweat. Rory pulled his shirt off of his body and threw it across the room. Rory climbed out of his bed and walked to the wooden, stain glassed, French doors that led to his personal balcony at the back of the house. He pushed the cool, glass doors open and stared at the not so distant ocean. He walked up to the railing and breathed in the crisp, salty air. He closed his eyes and let himself fall into the hypnotic trance of the night breeze caressing his half naked body.
"How come I keep having these haunting dreams of her?" Rory muttered to himself. "She plagues my mind day and night. I can't keep living like this. How come the dreams won't disappear?"
Rory started to pace back and forth on the balcony, still deep in thought about his dreams while talking to himself. "I finally found her, the one of my dreams. After three years of touring, of singing my songs and searching for her, I finally found her. And the dreams still plague my mind. I just don't understand why?" Rory cried out in half frustration and half confusion.
Rory dropped down on his knees, defeated by another haunted, restless sleep. "There has to be a solution for this. I need to talk to someone. I don't know how much longer I can last like this. It is slowly killing me…"
Rory let that last sentence fall from his lips to be carried away by the cool, salty night breeze.
An eerie song with a female voice started to play in the background.
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there
Watching me wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you loving you
I know I'll find you some how
Hunting you I can smell you - alive
Your heart pounding in my head
Watching me wanting me
I won't let you pull me down
Saving me r#ping me
Watching me
Here is chapter five. Please enjoy.
The song is "Haunted" by Evanescence
Jem, and everyone within it, is owned by Hasbro. Except Aten, I created him.