As Crimson entered the roomshe could feel all eyes on her. She only had her heart set on one man. The man that could make her cold heart melt in a matter of seconds. She had longed for him for months now. Every chance she got to be in the same room as him, she took it. He was like a strange addiction she couldn’t break. Her heart would pound and the butterflies in her stomach never seemed to release themselves.
Why did she even bother to go to such lengths, when she knew he would never look her way? She was classic beauty; long flowing blonde hair, with sea foam green eyes, high cheekbones, and a chiseled nose. Crimson, as the classic beauty, had a minor flaw in her otherwise perfection. Crimson was short of stature at only 5 foot. Most overlooked her for the taller of the fairer sex.
Race was where the world would end if they happened to even get together she knew this yet she needed to feel something. He was more than a classic male, with a tall frame that filled a room. His smile gave the feel of instant warmth. The heart was surely drawn to a man such as this. The energy in the room was electrified. She had to get a hold of her emotions, deep calming breaths is what she needed to take now.
Race could sense in every fiber of his being the feeling of being stalked. He could smell the scent on the air, so deeply entrancing. The smell of hot, sizzling, and burning passion is what he would call it. After almost 300 years he was used to that raw sensuality that he could now smell thick on the air.
Race turned his head towards the smell and saw her immediately. Crimson Westbrook, everyone knew of her. She was the spoiled little up tight daddy's girl that every one hated to hate and loved to love. He had been noticing her for a while, from afar. It's a good thing she was so unattainable, he reminded himself. There was something else charging in the air, something that required his immediate attention. Yet, where Crimson was concerned he couldn't tear his eyes away from her soft smile; the way her hair caught in the moonlight; the way her hips gently swayed to the music as she walked.
As Race was telling himself to pull it together, another, far more ominous source, was beginning to make his move. Naite, as most called him, flexed himself; it was now or never. He had watched her for days, and knew her routine and what would make her go with him willingly. As she passed him by, he grabbed her wrist causing it to give off a slight tingle.
He looked deep into her green eyes without ever uttering a word and she was lost to him. Just as he knew she would be. None could resist Naite, and they had been at this game for centuries now. She put up a slight struggle as he grabbed her more tightly, whispering softly into her ear, “Crimson, come with me now. This is not what you want to do.” Naite began to walk her slowly to the balcony so; they might have a moment’s peace from the noise around them. He had to make her understand the mistake that she would be making. As they reached the balcony Crimson shot one look of longing back to Race, whom caught her eye and winked at her. She knew she would never forget that single wink that said I know you want me. “Naite, what is it that you think you are doing?” They had long ago put aside their differences, and long ago chosen they were not meant for each other. Crimson knew that was not what bothered him.
Naite let out a shallow breath as he spoke, “Crimson, you know that it is forbidden. An angel is not permitted to have relations with a demon. Race is of the worse possible source and you know this. He has destroyed so many lives that you have had to pick up.”
“Naite, he isn’t that person any more, he has changed. He has even saved some people, why is that you can’t see that? What makes you think that I don’t know what is going on? Forget the consequences of my actions Naite, he is my destiny.”
Naite laughed a harsh laugh as he responded, “Destiny, really Crimson have you lost your senses? You are an angel of the highest order. You are pure and innocent. Don’t let your emotions control what is not and should not be or come to pass. The consequences are nothing compared to what will happen should you continue to proceed with this nonsense.” Crimson grimaced knowing that this would be an argument that neither would give into willingly. “Naite, I am not going to argue this with you. I know that it would be bad but, the heart always wants what it can’t have.”
Crimson turned to leave and threw over her shoulder one final word, “And, Naite, who are you to talk by the way? Did you not also fall in love with the forbidden?”
Knowing is not always seeing they say. So, what was it about Crimson that made Race want to throw everything away and get lost in her touch. He couldn’t put his finger on it and it angered him when he saw her going to the balcony with Naite. His eyes smoldered and flashed red as he began to think on what their heated disagreement was about. What had made her flash a shot of anger towards Naite?
His breath hastened as he saw her coming his way. Race felt like a school boy fresh in the world. He could sense recklessness in her. He could sense her strong emotional attachment to the world. A whisper on the wind he could hear her calling to him. Speaking to his sense of need and wanting. What was this crazy odd sense of abandonment? Always in control and now he couldn’t even control his thoughts let alone what needed to be done.
That’s all I have I promised Freck’s my child something so, maybe I will turn it into a series or something who knows lol ;)
