She rolled in the sheets, how strong his scent was. Images of the night before flooded her mind, she pulled her legs to her chest. Slowly, the tears begin to fall. It's not guilt... it's a broken heart. She's the only one in the cotton universe of threads and heat. He's gone. The sun beams down on her bleeding through white sheets and she can feel the tips of her fingers, plastic.
Alex Russo,
A young woman with power in a world where power is a method to madness. A young woman with a desire in a world where desires are snatched up by people who devour people in a game that never ends. 'Come on Alex.' She groans to herself as she rises up. 'Time to pack.' It was the end of her vacation. Time to return to the manor. Return to the house elf and the muggle slave she owned, return to her life alone in a home that felt more like a cell in the deepest crevice of the Earth.
As her legs shifted she could almost feel him between them. His lips, his skin, his own legs, his tongue, his soul. How wonderful in the moment but now it feels like mist on her face in the morning. face in the dew covered grass, clothes covered in mud, alone.
Well, maybe not entirely.
There's a noise coming from the bathroom just beside the only way in and out of this room less you count the four story leap off a balcony. Oh the balcony, how smooth his hands felt on her thighs as the sun rose little more than five hours ago. Right before he lifted her into his arms and dropped her into this hundred thread count bliss, that now only feels like emptiness.
A sudden wave of paranoia settles in the base of her chest, "Who's there?"
Another sound, only louder this time, she rises to her feet and Justin's baggy t-shirt falls down to her hips over the lace pale blue panties that clings to a tan line along her pelvis. She reached over and yanks the lamp from his socket in the wall off the nightstand before crossing over to the shelf that holds the entertainment center. All time seems to slow down as she approaches the door.
"I'm coming in!" She cries mere seconds before she rears back to swing.
As she takes her blow directed at the wood of the door it separates from the frame and instead her younger brother Max takes the hit to the face before tumbling backwards into the tub.
"Jesus Alex... What the fuck." He winces as his hand finds the red knot now swelling on his temple. The smell of scotch is on his lips and his snake hangs low in his checkered boxers which do little to hide his predicament.
"Max? How long have you been in here?" Shame flutters like butterflies in her belly and he scoffs.
"Long enough... No judgment." He shrugs, "I needed a place to crash for the evening and I felt intrusive anyway." This look appears on his face as if he had only just realized something utterly grave, "Do you... remember what happened... last night?" He asks.
Her attention draws away from his reluctance to hide his nudity and she catches the look of fear in his eyes. A feeling of pure dread washes over both of them. At the same time they whisper, "The creatures."
Like lighting, the night returns to her.
She sees his eyes as he finds her in the gleam of the moon, his smile as he whispers to her his drunken sweet nothings, then all of a sudden she hears his scream. They're scattered, the pieces of what happened, 'obliviate' such a powerful spell but not strong enough to take away the world they created together. A small fracture appears in her mind, of what it looked like. This horrifying, other worldly being that snatched her brother away in the night.
How does Max know, wouldn't they have wiped his memory too? Probably not... not even Alex knew he was in the bathroom all night.
He smiles at her, "You know just last night, as the Martin twins started to play some games with Cecee and I, there was a moment where Cody said to me 'why does this have to end? Why can't we simply... escape.' I did't know what he meant but now I do." The smile becomes a wicked grin as he rushes past her and pulls open one of the drawers. I hear him mutter something about Justin's choice of clothes but eventually he sucks it up and pulls a shirt over his head and as he's snapping shut the button on some jeans he says, "I think this could be that moment. The escape..." He grabs a bag and begins shoving random things in it and as she walk over to the other side of the bed she catch the lunacy in his expression, "We're going on an adventure."
Thrown off Alex stand there as he opens the mini fridge and takes out a series of vodka bottles to throw in the bag with him. A small tin he lifts off the counter and the smell of cannabis hits her nostrils as he throws it in too and zips the pouch, "Get dressed, meet me in the breakfast lounge in a half hour. Wear something you would if you were going hiking."
With that, he's out the door.