Authors: Theresa Jones
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #romance, #Paranormal, #Teen & Young Adult, #Science Fiction & Fantasy, #Fantasy, #Angels, #Paranormal & Urban
The thought of that brought me up short. If she didn’t need my help, would that mean I wouldn’t spend the days with her anymore? There had been a time I actually had a life outside of Allison Stevens, though it was hard to remember now. It seemed like all I could think about lately was her. How smart she was. How fast she learned. How great her potential was. How funny she was. The way her eyes light up when she says good morning.
I think about the way she laughs, and how her entire body shakes when she does. And the tiny wrinkles she gets at the sides of her eyes. I think about the way she holds her daughter and sings her to sleep at night, the way she talks to her mother and tries to appear strong so she won’t worry about them here. I think about helping her, talking to her, being near her, touching her and holding her in my arms…
And then I feel the guilt at those thoughts. She just lost her fiancé. Could I be her friend, her confidant, her teacher, and protector? Yes. But could I be more than that? Could I hold her in my arms late at night and touch her soft skin? No, she wouldn’t be ready for love for a long time.
And it was at that moment I realized that I loved her, more than my own life; I would die to save her. I would figure out what to do about Damien and the Rising. We would stop the horsemen and not let another Seal be opened. I would not expect her to save the world alone. I knew many here expected her to do just that. They believed her to be the one, the one spoken of in the prophesy. But I didn’t believe it. How could she be, she had Samantha.
Chapter 11
Artists
***Allison***
Sharon was in my room waiting for me to return when I finally got back into the Compound that night. Sam had run right up to me and given me a big hug; she had already showered and eaten dinner and was ready for bed. I let her sit on my lap, cuddling in my arms, as I spoke with Sharon.
“So… how did it go? Mark told me he didn’t see you in the Hall or the cafeteria today,” she asked.
I smiled as I spoke, “It was amazing, Sharon. We went outside to this meadow with a pond and a gazebo. It was gorgeous!” I knew I would never be able to explain how gorgeous it had been, or how wonderful everything had felt.
“Yes, I heard you uprooted a whole rose bush!” Her features changed to mock horror and then we laughed together.
“I did, it was so empowering. It was like… I just stopped worrying and could feel my power so completely. I felt so in control of it like it was just an extension of my body! It was easier somehow once I was outside since I didn’t feel so weighed down… ya know?” I paused, hoping I didn’t have to explain the heavy feeling I had while in the Compound. Everyone knew that it was hard to be in here with so much power held captive inside these walls. She nodded though, showing she understood.
“Yeah, once I walked outside, I felt like I could fly!” I chuckled again, because I remembered asking David if that was an ability that we might have. Unfortunately he said no. I had been pretty bummed about that. “Anyways, we started practicing, and almost instantly I just…
got
it! I mean, I could hear him, when he wasn’t speaking. I could hear what he was thinking! I could move things, and both my shields were strong and did not falter at all! It was so amazing!” I was gushing, and I knew it. But I didn’t care. Today had been one of the coolest days of my life. I finally felt strong again. I felt hope that I might actually be able to do this. I didn’t believe I was the one, the Descendant as David had called it, but I did believe I would be able to kill Damien eventually. I had to.
“I’m so happy, Allison! I knew you would be able to. I’m so glad you convinced him to take you out.” You could tell just by looking at her face, her genuine smile and her deep eyes, she meant it. She really was happy for me. I knew that she wanted me to be successful here. She knew how badly I wanted it, and she was one of those truly good people that really wanted everyone to be happy. “And I cannot believe you did so well!” she was still saying. “You were able to maintain your shield the entire time you practiced?”
“Sharon, I did it instinctively as soon as we were outside. It was amazing; I didn’t even have to think about keeping it up – it was effortless!”
“That’s so good, dear!” We hugged, which was a little awkward with Sam squished and tangled between us but I just couldn’t contain myself. I was so excited I had to get up, to move. She continued, “When Mark and I were training, it took us 6 months before we were able to maintain our shields outside the Compound!”
Mark was Sharon’s older brother. We often ate together in the Cafeteria. He was almost as easy to get along with as Sharon. It must be something in them genetically that just made people feel comfortable around them. I would often talk to Mark about my practices. He and David seemed to get along well, so it was easy for us to all sit and chat together.
After chatting over her drooping head for some time, Sam fell asleep and I took her to her room and tucked her in bed. I had been thinking for several days now about what I wanted to ask Sharon next. I just wasn’t exactly sure how. So as I walked into the living room where she was still waiting for me, I decided to just come right out and ask. The confidence I had been feeling all day was still strong.
“Sharon, I was wondering if you would mind me watching some of the practices tomorrow? My lessons shouldn’t take too long after a day like today, and I wanted to see if I might be able to learn some dances myself.” It felt strange asking the question. No matter how close I felt to Sharon, I still had an uneasiness and self-consciousness about the rules here. I didn’t know if joining the dancers was allowed since I already had a teacher, and I was already in the middle of taking classes, but I craved that experience after watching my own daughter dance so beautifully. I wanted to be able to dance with her, side by side. So I had to ask, even if she might say no. I went to sit next to her to await her answer.
“Allison, dear, you shouldn’t even need to ask. You are always welcome in our studio!” The genuine smile that accompanied that statement was gorgeous; I could not help but smile back. Sharon always had a way of making me feel at ease. “Anyways, Samantha is already dancing so gracefully, I cannot wait to see how beautifully you will!” she said, flashing a hopeful grin in my direction as she grabbed my hand and patted it.
The next morning I woke up the same as I always did. But for some reason, I felt different. I knew today would be different. I had finally opened my eyes to all the power I really did have and to everything that I could do with it. I knew what I was capable of and that despite where I was or what was happening, I would be able to control my power.
I would never again panic feeling my power grow inside me, worried it would take control and overwhelm me. I would never again feel it hurt and burn me. No, now when I called upon my power, and allowed it to grow from within, I would be controlled. I would let it flow to my fingertips and down to my toes, fill me entirely, but it would always be at my command. I had that control now. I had the strength, the understanding, the
focus
to keep it controlled and make it do my bidding. I no longer feared it. I loved it!
I hopped out of bed ready to start the day. Finally I was able to wake at my normal time, a yawn-inducing 6am. I had been plagued with nightmares for weeks before I arrived, and since getting here, was haunted by thoughts of my power being too powerful for me. I was going to make breakfast, wait for Sharon to come to take Sam to her studio, and then go to meet with David. Today I would not practice with him though. Today I would go to spend the day with the Dancers!
***Lilith***
“Lilly? What a beautiful name,” he said after I introduced myself. I was already feeling around in his head and, of course, he thought I was gorgeous. But he was also suspicious since he was not anything special to look at and beautiful women rarely approached him.
“Thank you… Mr?” I batted my eyelashes, and tried to seem shy. Ugh. Though it had always been easy for me to intrigue men and women, it didn’t mean I enjoyed it. At times I did, if it was anyone worth my time. But this one was so weak and meaningless. His existence didn’t matter. Me being here talking to him would at least give him some amount of purpose; as long as he could give me something useful. I would not allow this worm to ruin my good standing with Damien. I would never allow anyone to ruin that.
“Mr..? You can just call me Mark.” He smiled, already feeling more comfortable with me. I allowed my power to flow over him, calming him. And just like that, I could see the look in his eyes change from one of suspicion to one of awe. How easy it was to take control over the male mind.
***David***
I have always been a morning person and usually I love it. I love being able to get up to start the day before the sun does. The earlier you rise, the more time you have to accomplish all the things you have to do on a daily basis. Until Allison arrived. She always claimed she was a morning person, though I had yet to witness that. Each morning I came to the hall and waited for her to arrive, counting the minutes until I could see her. It was sad how utterly taken with her I had become.
Yesterday had been incredible. Seeing her transform from a trainee to a fully trained woman with confidence and strength was a memory I would keep with me forever. It brought me such joy to see her so happy, so proud of herself. Looking into her brown and purple eyes, seeing my own reflection there, I never wanted to look away. It was like I finally found what I had been lacking for so long.
Allison continually made me want her in ways I had never allowed myself to want a woman before. She ignited a passion in me. I had been waiting for her for what felt like forever, but I also felt young again. Though I looked like I was in my late 20’s or early 30’s, I had actually already been here for 30 years and was 21 years old when I got here. I recalled the conversation I’d had with Allison just two days ago,
“We all are much older than we appear, because we age so slowly. All the members of the Council are far beyond the young age of 100 years. The youngest, I believe, is 140 years old, and the oldest is already almost 200 years old. This is probably what gives us our hope for success. Rising members are usually killed off too quickly to see how long they could last, though we assume they would live as long as we do merely because they too have power. We don’t know for sure though, their power, seeing as it is rooted in evil, could kill them from the inside, just as ours helps us to live.”
She asked me then, “How old are you, David?” I cringed away from the question and looked down, I couldn’t tell her. She would think me too old for her, and despite my better judgment, I hoped that one day she might see me as I saw her.
“Ha!” I said out loud, not really to anyone specific. How could she ever see me as I saw her? Why would she? If she knew how I felt, or what I was thinking, or how she occupied every thought I had, she would think me disgusting. What other conclusion could she come to? What kind of man would hope for a woman’s affection so soon after she lost a man she loved, a man she promised her hand to in marriage?
“What’s so funny?” Allison asked, walking up from behind me. Because it was much earlier than she normally turned up, I hadn’t noticed her arrival.
Today she was wearing a blue short sleeved top, with black pants that fit her perfectly. She had a body most women would kill for, and blue always complimented her rosy skin perfectly. I made myself focus on our present conversation and would not allow myself to contemplate her feelings or the feelings she aroused in me anymore.
I smiled, “Nothing, just an errant thought. How was your night? I assume it was better since you are early this morning.” I did not want to tell her what I had been thinking about. I could not allow her to know how I really felt about her and what I secretly wished for.
“It was amazing!” She was beaming as she spoke. “I haven’t slept that well in ages. And, this
is
normal for me, David. Now that I feel more confident and am getting better sleep, I plan on always getting here at this time. So don’t you start getting lazy on me!” She smiled wide as she said that; trying to prove that she really was a morning person. She was happy, and well rested, and every fiber of my being wanted to touch her, to reach out to her, to bring her to me, and hold her close.
I felt the joy surge through me. It was nearly an hour before she usually got here, that would mean an extra hour with her every day. I tried, unsuccessfully, to extinguish that joy as soon as I felt it… but I couldn’t. I was thrilled. I felt my smile widen as I said, “That’s good to hear! I’m glad you slept well.”
I was going to start to lead her to our spot, but she paused again, just like yesterday. She couldn’t be ready to go outside again. I knew yesterday had to have been exhausting for her. Even if she was not consciously holding her shield the whole time, that amount of control and power takes a toll on your body. I stopped and looked at her, waiting to see what she would request today. Knowing her, I was sure I would be surprised.
“David, I thank you so much for taking me outside, but…” she looked down. I noticed a subtle pink tint in her cheeks. She was blushing! She was gorgeous when she blushed.
I knew that once again, no matter her request, I would not deny her. She could have asked for the moon and I would have never stopped trying to bring it to her. Is this what it felt like to be in love?
“I am exhausted!” she said. This I had known. I waited for her to continue, but she didn’t. She just looked down, then at me, then down again. I assumed she was trying to figure out what to say.
The suspense was killing me, “Allison, please tell me what’s on your mind!” Woman, don’t you know I would never refuse you anything?
***Allison***
I felt so dumb. All I did yesterday was actually use my power, but I was just too tired. I so badly wanted to spend the day with him. I loved being around him. But today I also wanted to go to watch the dancers. I didn’t want to tell him how weak I felt, but I didn’t think I would make it through any training. I felt myself blush, ugh how I hated that! I must look like an idiot.
“David, I don’t want to practice today.” I almost whispered it. Were you allowed a day off? I didn’t even know. And honestly I didn’t want a day off, so to speak, I just wanted to shift my focus to something different today. I felt even worse because this is the second day in a row I was asking him to change his plans. I didn’t want to upset him, and I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t capable, but I also didn’t want to make him feel like I didn’t want to spend time with him. How confused and jumbled my thoughts were when I was around him. Normally I could think in a straight line, in a complete sentence, but around him, everything turned upside down and inside out.
I saw his lips twitch the slightest bit down. He was upset. I could see it even though he quickly tried to hide it with an apologetic smile. He asked, “Is that what was so hard for you to say? You haven’t had a break since you got here. Yesterday you did so much, and worked so hard, of course you can have a day off.” When he said it, he sounded genuine, so I let out a sigh of relief. I couldn’t help it. I could tell he meant what he said. And he didn’t sound upset. But there had been something there; I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
I hugged him, I couldn’t help it. We hugged every morning, and I wouldn’t let this morning be an exception.
However, today
was
different. I woke up different. I felt different. I would be doing something different today, and that hug was very different. I felt his arms go around my back, but it wasn’t just the slight touch it normally was. He really hugged me. He pulled me to him and my head rested on his chest. I could feel his muscles through his cotton shirt under my face, under my hands on his back, and around me. I had noticed shortly after I arrived that everything and everyone smelled so beautiful and potent here. I ended up asking Sharon if everyone had some special perfume or cologne, but she said it’s our power. It makes us smell, for lack of a better word, good. So, as I leaned my head against his chest, and he pulled me closer still, I held on too tight for a regular hug and I smelled him. I inhaled sharply through my nose and let his scent cling to my insides.