I woke up with the birds singing and the sun shining. As I was stretching I reached over to the nightstand for my phone. I picked up a piece of paper instead and read it.
Ugh. It was the stalkers creepy note. I laid it back down and got my phone this time. Nobody had texted or called so I just got up to get ready.
It was 9 am and I had until 12 when most people will be trying to make their way to the Abbey. The sun has never been a friend of mine. It always wakes me up too early for my taste. Its all my mothers fault. She would wake me up for school by opening my door and turning on the light to wake me up and ever since then any kind of light wakes me up.
I hopped in the shower and washed the trip off of me. I felt a little nasty considering it was profusely hot in my room. I need to turn it down.
I considered the clothes I would wear it would be breezy and a little colder at the top. So jeans and a tee shirt. I wouldn't need a jacket since I was only going to be staying for an hour or so. And tennis shoes, definitely tennis shoes!
After getting dressed I got my shoulder bag with all my essentials and locked the door on my way out.
When I reached the bottom I walked out of the hotel for the first time to find one of those famous waffle shops they have. I walked up and down the streets kind of getting lost in the beauty of the place and shear size of the little town. It surprised me since I was thinking in my head that if it looks small it is small, but there were so many streets I could easily get lost.
The waffle was the best I'd ever had considering it took me and hour to find the place that sells them. It was 11 by the time I finally made it to the staring point.
I regretted eating such heavy food about 50 ft later. It was such a steep climb I couldn't believe anybody had been able to build such a monument on top. I mean it was in the 11th century not the 21st century.
I was almost about to pass out and hope someone else would pick me up and carry me to the top when I saw him. He was walking the same way. He must be a visitor like I am. Though he was walking extremely fast without actually breaking into a sprint. Maybe he would carry me.
Ha it's a nice thought but I don't know him and I certainly don't want him touching me just yet. If ever.
When I made it to the top I was leaking copious amounts of sweat. It was quite nasty.
I didn't want a tour guide so I didn't have to be constricted like some, by walking and following another person. Who will drone on and on about things that don't even relate to the Abbey. I knew what I needed to know I just wanted to see it. I wanted it out of my mind and my dreams at night.
Those haunting dreams where I'm holding someone's hand while frolicking in the forest. Both of us are in peasant type clothes, but happy as ever. Then we run into this meadow and fall down kissing each other chastely. We hear something and turn our heads only to find a beautiful blonde over the body of a dear carcass. There is blood everywhere and I scream. Then it ends.
I made my way toward the abbey door realizing I was toward the back of the crowd and the door was shut. Then as I got closer someone passed me and opened the door for me. I walked right in and said thank you. I didn't want to raise suspicion about the fact that I knew it was him. His hair was almost orange it was so bright.
"Thank you" I said to him while looking down. It would be to hard not to stare at if I looked straight at him.
"Your welcome." Recognition hit me when he spoke. I knew it was his voice in my dreams. He is the one that says my name so sad like. Though he didn't sound like it now so much.
His voice drew my attention. I loved it but I also hated it. This is just like my fairytale thought and conceptions I have learned from movies and literature. My romanticized version of love. His voice drew me closer towards him. I stopped breathing for a second and my heartbeat sped up monumentally. I'm sure he could hear it the way he was chuckling again at me like the night before.
I also hated it because I knew it wasn't real. I have been so caught up in the magic of this place that I have thought too much about it. I sure I was interpreting my feeling differently than I should. I probably feel scared and I'm fascinated with it. Its part of my dark side that makes me feel the way I do sometimes. I have no self survivals skills at all.
After my little internal battle I was thinking about him so much I just looked up at him without a thought. Though it was the back of his head it was still enough to pull me toward him and speed up my steps. When I was a few feet behind him staring at his unruly hair and the muscles in his arms he turned around.
"How much do you know about this place?" He said. I couldn't think.
"Some." That's all I could give him at the moment. My cheeks were on fire. I must be so red.
He looked at me so strangely for a second and then turned back around. He walked a little faster and then called to me. "Do you wanna hear a story about this place?"
I knew things about the orgin of this place. I heard about the angel that burned a hole in the monks head because he didn't listen to him and build it when the angel said. I knew that it was destroyed then built again. It was used at a monastery and then became a prison during the French revolution. It now has been restored and people we living on the little island. But I didn't know any stories about this place.
"Sure. What's is about if you don't mind me asking?" I wanted to make sure it wasn't something boring but he could read the phonebook and I would listen on the edge of my seat.
"It's a love story. Its kind of long but I think you would like it." He winked . . . Swoon. "Its not in your little pamphlet or on the internet. Its an original and it started here in France."
I couldn't wait.
This story is going to take forever . . .
Im just not motivated. :(
Oh well I would feel bad if I didn't eventually.
Plus I love the story but nobody else does since no one leaves me any reviews!
;) Im just hungry and cranky sorry readers . . . who ever you are.
Now should I make him evil or should I make all lovey dovey??
I know it doesnt make since now but it will when I write it.