Chapter Four

Walking out of the water, I feel the hot sun against my toned shoulders as beads of water make their way down my body. I pull my hand up, taking the water with me as I manipulate it to create higher tides. I release as they splash high and obnoxiously close to Blaze’s house. As I make my way closer to the shore, I run my fingers through my sandy blonde hair.

“Rider!” I hear Blaze scream.  

I throw my head back and begin to chuckle. I walk a little faster and eventually find myself in front of Blaze. My 5’ll figure towering over her 5’3 self,

“Yes?” I say with a cheeky grin. She then begins consult me about getting the cushioned porch furniture wet. I can’t help but laugh as I look deeply into Blaze’s eyes.

Her eyes are the same treasure as they were when we first met.  It was nothing out of some romance movie. It was smoky, dead bodies everywhere, I probably smelled like sweat. She was upset over the loss of a friend. I thought she was pretty and swerved in with the compliment. My way of dealing with things isn’t the best, it’s usually sex. I managed to cheer her up a little, took a bit as she shot a fire ball at me and then passed out… Her last words before passing out were something about getting whatever from the hearse. So I threw her over my shoulder, took her somewhere safe, before returning and getting as much as I could from the hearse. She was thankful later on.

It was those magnificent eyes that told me she was half demon. Well that, and the fact that the first time we met she shot a ball of fire at me… She probably assumed I was half demon, but it was confirmed the first time we had sex. I had managed to accidentally manipulate water out of a glass she had in her room, she wasn’t stunned at all, even to the fact I accidentally dumped it over our naked bodies.  

The first time we slept together was nothing out of character for me. I had gone out, about a week and a bit after I had conversed with her at the mansion, I left shortly after she had woken up, didn’t think much of the situation. After grinding with two chicks on the dance floor, I had stopped to go get a drink. And alone, isolated at the bar, I saw Blaze. She wasn’t drunk off her a*s or anything, just sipping a gin and tonic. I went and took a seat next to her, she began to turn to me with a look of “are you kidding me, there’s twelve other seats why not sit in one of those” before she quickly realized who I was.

“Rider?” She asked, sounding fairly unsure (Which I don’t blame her for as she had only met me once and was only semi-conscious at the time).

“Blaze”, I smirk, “How ironic that we both show up, at the same bar, on a Thursday.” I state.

“Yes how ironic.” She replies in a monotone. I smile before turning serious.

“How are you?” I ask.

“Dandy.” She responds, taking another sip of her drink.

“Blaze-” I start before being cut off by her.

“Why don’t we go do something fun?” She asks.

“What do you have in mind?”

That night we went back to hers, drank some beer, I attempted to drunkenly shoot darts at a board, she laughed at me, we had sex. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except the fact I couldn’t stop thinking about her for whatever reason. I blame her eyes.

I went back to her after about two weeks of only Blaze on my mind. Asked her if she’d want to go out to dinner sometime, and we did… That night… And then the next.. And eventually we started dating. After about two months of being together, she asked me to move in with her, I was more than thrilled and stayed that night, said I’d get whatever I needed from mine in the morning.

It was those eyes that I wake up to every morning, the ones I know every story behind each damaged point, and each happy place her eyes will go. I know about Coral, Mark, Rippir and Fabian. I know of all of her friendships with each and every one of them. It took a while for her to go into depth  about them, but I had heard their names.

I knew about Mark the first time I met her. Well not fully, but I had heard the name. Blaze also talks in her sleep, learned that my first night over here. She kept calling for Mark, and someone else I had never heard of, Coral. I figured she’d talk when she wanted to, so I never asked about them. She told me, she cried. It was rough because Blaze is not really the crying type. Seeing her cry hurt me. That was the moment I realized I loved her.

I pulled back to reality by Blaze.

“Are you even listening to me?” She asks, boredom evident in her tone. I tuck her hair behind her ear, staring lovingly into her eyes.

“It will dry.” I say. She goes to say something else, but before she can continue, I kiss her.