~ Tears: Drops of clear salty fluid. Are often shed as a result of grief or other emotions. ~
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The fear held her captive. She couldn't move nor was she able to think. Emma didn't understand why, it simply happened.
Her heart almost stopped when a strong hand took her wrist in a painful grip, causing her to squirm in agony. Her head snapped around and immediately she was engulfed in the green fire blazing from his eyes. He was smiling but it did nothing to lessen her fear. On the contrary, she nearly fainted from the pure madness displayed on the scarred face.
She didn't. Instead, the tears that rushed down her face were a release for her overwhelming emotions, running like cool liquid down her cheeks.
Emma felt her hand slip out of Shalimar's and with it the hope the touch of her fingers held. She saw her friend get attacked; the kick that sent her flying against the broad trunk of the tree and the way her body went limp.
For a second before she was pulled away, Emma saw a little girl standing beside the place of action. Those sad, blue eyes met hers before she'd been cruelly pulled away. Her lips didn't move but still, she heard the words the girl said.
"Don't fear. And don't bow."
The purity of the voice and the earnest way the words were spoken brought new tears to her eyes, making it impossible to fight the man who was pulling her away.
The crowd stepped aside, silenced by what they'd seen and the man's dark aura. Petrified eyes watched as Emma was quickly directed away from all the people towards a parking lot. The shadows of the early evening and the few old willows surrounding the lot embraced the unlikely couple and shielded them from the view of any curious bystanders.
The sight of a trunk opening brought Emma back to her senses. With her eyes clouded it looked like the mouth of hell, dark and deadly, inviting her to step away from real life. Her free hand formed into a fist and started hammering with what little strength she had left on the back of the man, who still held her in his iron grip.
It was no use. He just laughed and easily lifted her into his arms before he dropped her carelessly into the trunk, pushing her kicking legs inside to close the lid over her.
Her soft cries were all that could be heard in the still of the night. Her tears were the only thing that moved inside the trunk of the black BMW because fear had taken over her, making her forget the encouraging words spoken to her earlier.
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'Do something, something smart.' Jesse took a deep breath and got up from his chair. Facing the beautiful girl born in the depth of a fairy tale, he put his best smile on his face. The one that left his eyes gleaming like stars and came from the heart.
Light shades of pink started to colour the pretty face when she saw it. Her lashes lowered only for a moment in embarrassment before her full attention returned to Jesse.
He could hardly believe it but the smile brought to her lips by his own, made her even more beautiful than she already was in his eyes. Shy for the moment he stopped beside her, an awkward silence forming between them before they started to speak at the same time.
The laughter, which it caused, destroyed the silence and soon they were involved in a deep conversation.
The beautiful eyes watched him with an intensity, which made his blood boil with desire, spellbound Jesse.
She seemed to be captivated by his youthful charm and the laughter, which showed around his mouth but never left his eyes.
They sat at the corner of the bar, he on the long side and she around the corner, comfortable with the space between them and the closeness it still provided.
Both of them didn't care about the people surrounding them.
They didn't see the piercing green eyes of the man stepping inside the bar.
Fear crept on silent feet into the hearts of the people and sealed their joy and happiness behind closed lips.
Jesse's laughter sounded like a fragment from another universe in the sudden silence, sharpening his senses. He felt a deadly cold run down his spine. He heard the light footsteps stopping behind his back.
His eyes found those of the girl. He saw the emotion in them, the frightened _expression the man behind his back had caused. He wanted to turn around when he heard him speak.
"Now you die."
Jesse inhaled deeply, pushing his own fear aside and preparing for his next move. He expected the man to attack him, hit him or use a knife or something and made the one mistake, he would regret for a long time.
He vanished into thin air to appear quickly behind the back of his attacker.
But this was no mere man. He was a Mutant, evil down to the deepest parts of his soul and without mercy.
Death spilled in form of blazing fire from his hands and dropped like a blanket over the place where Jesse had sat a minute ago. It also covered the entire area nearby, the flames licking at everything in its path.
The rush of heat reached for Jesse when he appeared, making him stumble back in panic. He stumbled over a chair and fell to his knees; his arms rose high in front of his face, protecting it from the flames.
A scream from a hundred voices filled his ears, making him groan in agony. He wasn't even sure if the scream was human or caused by the raging fire, finding the perfect food in the wooden furniture.
Isaiah was gone, when he looked up again.
The heavy smoke blinded his eyes but thoughts about the woman made him put one foot in front of the other. He could hardly see through the flames, his skin crawled under the pain of the intense heat when he managed to look around the corner of the bar.
The sight was too much for his stomach and he lost the fight to keep inside what needed to get out. There was no woman left just something his mind would never let him forget for the rest of his life.
Bitter tears started to run down his cheeks when strong hands caught him and pulled him out of the place, where her beauty was lost forever.
'Brennan, where is Brennan?' His mind screamed out to the people, who put him on the ground and pushed an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. They didn't answer.
The last thought crossing his mind was that he needed to call Adam, before the lack of air forced him into unconsciousness.
Tbc
~ Why do you weep, what are these tears upon your face? ~