Shadows of the Night; Chapter 4
"So Willow, what are you doing in Los Angeles?" I had found out that her parents had died a few months ago so she moved from England to live with her father's sister.
"Oh, I don't really know. I wish I knew why my aunt would want to live in such an on-going city. It 'tis- isn't like her." I pondered that. That did seem a little odd.
"But enough about me, tell me about yourself." She stared me down with those silver-blue, mysterious, enchanting eyes. I couldn't help but bend at her will.
"Well, my parents are very loving, I'm into a lot of different sports, I love to play instruments," I paused. "Let's see, I have a whole lot of friends. Like you saw at lunch," we laughed. I chuckled while her laugh was almost musical, light and charming. "I have really good grades, and have never had a girlfriend." I finished. Why did I have to say that?
"You've never had a girlfriend?" there was her slight accent again.
"Nope. Surprised?"
"Yes. I am. I figured a guy like you would've had a hundred girlfriends by now!" she looked over out towards the beach we were walking by. She checked her watch and froze.
"Non d'Oh ! Je suis si stupide!" I looked at her and I was just about to ask what she said when she interrupted me.
"I'm sorry, but I have to leave. See you tomorrow!" and with that she ran off, a little too fast, without a backwards glance.
Later that night as I lie in bed thinking, Willow's laughing image crossed my mind. I've never thought about a girl this much before! In fact I've never thought about a girl like this at all before. I really liked this feeling. And she was on my mind as I drifted asleep….
That night I dreamt. Whereas I haven't in a few years. And I dreamed of Willow. Willow Jackson. Her with her auburn-brown hair, mysterious silver-blue eyes, charming laugh, graceful walk. How it was like she was almost floating or bouncing.
Then the dream took a wrong turn. She was in a flowing white dress, I felt as if I was standing across from her. I noticed she was almost glowing. As I looked into her eyes, preparing to be enchanted, but all I saw was black eyes. She looked sinister. I started backing away noticing that the thing making her glow was a full moon. I felt the darkness closing in, I tried to fight it. Then all of a sudden I was staring into a bright light. I opened my eyes and found myself sitting upright in my own bed, sweating like crazy and shaking a little.
And that's when I realized something about Willow Jackson.
She was Dangerous. And I was in love with her.
That morning as I took my seat in first period, I looked around the room for Willow. Afraid that when I saw her, her eyes would be as black and empty as the pits of Hades. But when she walked in, holding her books carefully as if not to drop them, she caught my eye as I saw that her eyes were in fact, her usual silver-blue. As she smiled and waved at me, forgetting she needed both her hands to carry her books, her face turning from glee to surprise in an instant, and her books fell out of her arms with a crash around her feet. I got up to go help her. We bent down to retrieve the books and as we reached out our hands touch. And my earlier dreams' image raced across my mind once again.