"Come on Isabelle, just a little further, we can make it," Simon said, as he carried Isabelle in his arms. Even as the words slipped past his lips he knew he was a liar. Finally succumbing to his injuries, Simon collapsed to the ground. It was almost peaceful, despite the war raging around them, that he was laying side by side the girl he loved. He refused to accept the fact she was dead. Isabelle couldn't be- she burnt so fiercely, with so much fire that there was no possible way her flame could be smothered out. But it was. And there was nothing he could do to save her, not now, not ever. One thing was clear in Simon's mind, however, one thing that he believed with complete conviction. He would find Maureen and Sebastian and whoever had even been the slightest bit involved in her death. And he would kill them.
I woke to the sound of birds chirping jovially outside the window of Simon's bedroom. I snuggled my head further down into the pillow, relishing the homely warmth of being embraced by the covers. I blinked the bleariness clouding my vision away and spent some time taking in the room around me. It had a sleek, modern flair to it from the pearly white walls to the glossy wooden flooring. Various posters were stuck onto the walls, referencing all kinds of different geeky games, like a large map of Skyrim and a diverse collection of World of Warcraft banners. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth and I was reminded of my brother who was also a hardcore nerd. After our parents had died I had to move in with our Aunt in America but Tristan had been able to remain in England, as he was eighteen by that time. The main reason he had stayed there was probably due to the fact it was too painful to leave the home we had grown up in. And yet I was ripped away from that against my own free will, and brought to some alien country. I guess it made sense that everything was becoming entirely surreal in my life now on top of losing everything I had once known. I really ought to try and stay more positive... At least I had made friends at school- but even then, it didn't feel the same as it did with my English friends. Change is good, I understood that. But with change things will never be quite as they were before. There was a sudden, persistent rapping at the door and I begrudgingly went to open it, using the time to tear myself out of my reverie. When I opened it I was shocked to not see Simon at the door, who I had originally expected it to be, but yet another handsome looking young man. I internally rolled my eyes, and couldn't help but think my life was increasingly becoming more and more like one of those Supernatural dramas that you would see so frequently on TV that were always stuffed full of equally beautiful and elegant actors and actresses. The boy in front of me was tall, tanned and had twinkling hazel-green eyes with perfectly styled golden brown hair to top it all off. It felt like recently my heart was fluttering so much that it was something I was just going to have to become accustomed to.
"Yes?" I asked failing to disguise the aggravation in my voice- it wasn't this person's fault that they had knocked at a bad time.
"I'm Jordan," the boy said indifferently, despite my aggressive tone- his voice had a lovely melodious sound to it.
"Sorry if I sounded rude, you just caught me at a bad time," I said hesitantly, as if I was worried he was about to strike out at me. This Jordan had a strange, almost animal, aura about him.
"Nah, dude, its fine we all have those days," Jordan said, nodding his head up and down with empathy.
"Dude?" I inquired amusedly. Jordan simply gave me a wry wink and pushed off from the door frame he had been leaning on and strolled away, back to his bedroom I assumed. Instead of sitting back down and moping around I took off down the hall of the apartment, my mind prickling with curiosity as to what the rest of it looked like. Last night, when me and Simon had arrived, all the lights had been off and it had been too dark to pick out many details of the apartment. I padded across the wooden floor surfacing that appeared to cover the whole of the apartment's floor into what I guessed was the main living area. To the western side of the room there was a polished looking kitchen, with a separate counter opposite it that acted as a table to eat on, that had a nice, stylish decor. Towards the eastern side, that I guessed acted as the living room of the apartment, there was a clump of plush looking furniture like a futon sofa and mismatched arm chair. Attached to the wall was an expensive looking flat screen TV. Randomly placed around the room were many different bookshelves and surfer posters- there was also, unsurprisingly, a massive collection of video games on the coffee table. After having had a fitful and unpleasant night's sleep, I headed over to the kitchen, my veins yearning for some caffeine- in the form of tea, of course. I suppressed a smile, laughing silently over my obsession for it- I must look so typically English. After attacking the kitchen cupboards I was disappointed to find only instant latte sachets- I had always found any form of coffee to be too bitter for my taste. Regardless, I still made some and resentfully choked it down my throat, sat on one of the stools by the counter facing the living room as I did so. Halfway through my internal struggle with drinking the coffee Simon walked in looking thoroughly dishevelled yet still smouldering as usual. I punished myself for this thought by taking another lungful of piping hot latte down my already scorched throat. Simon looked up when he noticed me sat on one of the stools and gave me a crooked smile where one corner of his mouth went up before the other. His normally thick, curly hair had different tufts of it sticking out randomly and the droop to his eyes told me he had just woken up. As he scooted down to sit next to me, I surreptitiously stole glances at him, wanting to know every inch of his face with clarity, knowing that eventually I'd have to leave his side.
"So what are we doing today then?" I burst out with false verve, wanting to steer my mind off of any troubling topics "Another action packed day where at least once during the process we end up down an alleyway?" I asked him, a light-hearted smile curving my lips.
"Well, hopefully not," Simon replied, in turn flashing me a small smile of his own "We're going to see the Seelie Queen"