Death by Love- chapter 4

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If you don't go after what you want.

You'll never have it.

If you don't ask.

The answer is always NO.

If you don't step forward.

You're always in the same place.

 

      Nyx closed the door as softly as she could. Turning, she immediatly looked at her bed. Borris was perched on the edge, his tail wrapped around his toes, his yellow eyes staring through her. They continued to stare at each other, the light outside slowly fading to a dusky purple-gray. Shadows danced across the blue bedroom walls, there shapes twisting and twirling to a dance only they knew.

      "What are you?" Nyx repeated, her voice soft with the tension of discovering something out of the ordinary. She wanted to know what he was, but at the same  time she didn't. She didn't know if her mentality could handle it.

      Borris stared back, the corners of his mouth twitching, almost as if suppressing a smile. Stretching he flopped onto his side, elongating himself, then clawed his way up the comforter to Nyx's pillow. Promptly showing her his back and feigning sleep.

      "That was sufficiently rude." Nyx said, flinging the covers back and covering him with the heavy duvet. Crawling into bed, she set the drawing book down on her bedside table, instantly distinguishing the warm tingly feeling that had assaulted her body. Pulling the covers up to her chin, she immediately felt the sensation of unconsciouness start to pull her under.

      What the hell, She thought, her face twisting to look at Borris. Somehow, he'd been able to turn without her noticing and he stared at her out of one eye.

      "Thhhbbbpptt...."

      Nyx tried again, but her words were so uncoherent she could hardly form a logical thought, let alone voice it. Borris continued to stare at her, giving off the aura of being calm even though Nyx was starting to lose her head. He continued to watch her try to understand what was happening, but failing.

       A dense fog clouded Nyx's mind, making her eyelids droop then close completely. The darkness welcomed her.

 

 

 

      "I've been waiting for you." A voice said, smooth as velvet.

      Nyx opened her eyes. She was lying on what appeared to be the ground, there was a lack of grass but the dirt was hard and compacted. It's composty smell filled her senses, along with a wayward ant. Snorting it out, she slowly sat up. A thin layer of mist surrounded her, silhouetes of rounded objects protruding from the ground were spaced sporadically around. The place was absolutely silent, apart from a crow cawing in the distance.

      Nyx sat still, not understanding what was happening, but waiting for something to happen. Turning she suppressed a shriek of surprise. Beside her was a person, sitting on one of the rounded objects thrusted up from the ground. Their legs dangling a couple inches from the earth. Their arms stiff by their sides, hands curled comfortably along the lip of the object the person was sitting on. Leaning slightly forward, the individual seemed to be looking at her.

      "Borris did a good job of getting you here." The voice said, seeming to come from the silhouetted individual. The mist started to thin, allowing visibility of a couple feet around her. The rounded objects were gravestones. The individual was sitting on a gravestone and was, apparently, a boy. He looked to be about seventeen. Just as she suspected, the boy was staring  at her with an expression that she'd seen only once before on one boy's face. Love.

      A shiver ran up her spine at the thought. How could this boy 'love' her when he didn't even know her? Ignoring his stare she continued to look at him. His eyes, a luminescent yellow was ringed in black, accentuating his pale skin that glimmered in the dull moonlight. A shock of black hair lay in disaray atop his head, giving him the look of just waking up. His perfectly straight nose suited his high forehead and chiseled jaw, giving him  the look of being physically mature for his assumed age. His lips were full, an almost delicate air about them. Broad shoulders slanted down to a narrow waist and long legs encased entirely in black. A black long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows clung to his chest, hinting at a muscle underneath.

      Nyx blushed as he smiled knowingly at her, taking her in at the same time. For the first time, Nyx was suddenly self conscious and wanted to impress him as much as what he did her. Trying to be sly, she glanced down at herself, passing it off as standing up. She was still in her sleep shirt but her sleep shorts were gone, making the shirt seem shorter than what it was.

      "Um-where am I?" Nyx asked, blushing furiously as the boy appraised her short sleep shirt. His gaze flicked up to meet hers, a ghost of a smile playing along his lips.

      "You are in the world of Possibilities." He replied. The voice Nyx had heard earlier was clearly his, since it had the same smooth velvet note to it.

      And what is that supposed to mean? She thought, avoiding the boy's gaze.

      "It means, what could happen will happen," He said, trying to will her gaze up to his again. "What you believe in becomes a priority and what you want becomes a reality."

      Nyx stared at him, shocked he could read her mind, but at the same time intrigued by what he said. "What's your name?"

      The boy smiled. "What do you think my name is?"

      Nyx thought for a moment, a little confused then said, "Aaron."

       He smiled, seeming to be happy that Nyx was able to think and put the puzzle together. "How did you know?"

      She shrugged, not really knowing herself. Turning she sat down on a tombstone, same as Aaron. He continued to watch her, memorising the way that she moved and the expressions her face was capable of showing. Her eyes were a lovely shade of emerald green with different hues flecked around the iris. The dark brown of her hair looked soft and he had to suppress his want to touch it and let it slide between his fingers.

      She was finally here. And finally his. 

Reviews

[.Bunnie.]

Ahhhh romances are always the best! The plot thickens! I'm curious to find out who our mysterious young man is, how he knows Nyx (awesome name, btw), and why he adores her and has been waiting for her. Next chapter!

[Anthony]

Great work.

[The Wave]

I like what you said in orange. It's very true and even though its rather simple things to do, people always seem to have a hard time following through.