Indignation (3 page)

He stares at her with a fake dazing smile. Interest clearly showing in his eyes. “Not interested.” His smile drops to his frustrated one. He dislikes humans with no common knowledge. Does she not notice I’m not in the best mood?
He thinks to himself. Clearly she doesn’t. Women have no respect for themselves when under the influence of alcohol. It will be the only way a woman might near him. He is a very danger being that everyone clearly notices. Women like bad men, but his version is more like a killer. Other than fear they feel the attraction of him and the need to please him. They ignore the darkness that comes along with it when intoxicated. He’s worse than the best incubus. They might suck the life energy of a woman, but he can easily give an order to have them commit suicide.

Women have passed him in his long life, but none of them spiked his interest, except one. One he decides not to acknowledge at all. He’s five countries away from where she must be. Lucky for him, she could be dead. It would save him a lot of trouble, but he wouldn’t want that. As much as he once thought that killing her would be best, he wouldn’t go through with it. It’s the life he’s chosen to live through. One lifetime after the other.

The woman, Libby, analyzes his features. His short raven black hair compliments his pure black eyes. His eyes are like pools of darkness that many are too scared to gaze upon. He’s a little too pale, but that’s the way it’s meant to be since he’s supposed to be dead by now. He notices her admiring his hardness body that shows through his tight black shirt. The dark leather jacket that he has on just delights her more. Just the feel of her eyes on him are disgusting. He wants nothing to do with the human population at all unless it’s for his benefit. Only then would he accept them looking at him like raw meat in front of a wolf.

The woman runs her fingers around his neck. The gesture reminds him of her. The one woman he loves and hates all at the same time. The woman who has destroyed him and killed the little bit of humanity he had. “You could be.” Libby lays her hand on his upper arm and leans closer to whisper in his ear. “Some things you just can’t turn down.” She tries to be seductive.

The Elim has had enough. No human will ever disrespect his rejection. It is unheard of to his world to disrespect him and live. Only one man has done so and still walks and that is the God of all the Gods.

He stands to face her. His rage and impatience showing in his black pools that is his eyes. His eyes turn all black with no whiteness surrounding them. Libby steps backward frightened. She may not know who he is, but she can feel the power and danger radiating off of him. His eyes give her a fear that runs to her bone. “Understand this, human. I am not interested.” He gulps the last shot. He crushes it with his hands and the glass breaks between his fingers, but he doesn’t scar. He’s an Immortal. His eyes brighten at the fear that now drives the woman to run. He likes that. The fear of those that don’t even know who he really is. It’s his enjoyment to do it. To drive someone into a fear that they will never forget. It amuses him to no end.

He exits the bar with a knowing look. His thoughts are back to all the times he would purposely torment humans to rid himself of the ache in his being at having him be betrayed once again. No more will he let one woman control him and his being. He was born for greatness all those centuries ago and now he is destined to live by his mistakes. Like a true man he will take his punishment as it is set in stone. He jumps on his black motorcycle. He starts it when he senses something wrong. He races off and speeds up as he senses the fear from the twelve year old girl he guards. He’s going to get hell from his superiors if something happens to Anna. But then again, he’s already in hell.

Nightmares

Alyssa awakes from the sounds of a beautiful melody. Her face is facing the ceiling. She stands slowly. She walks out the living room and carefully walks to her bedroom, not making a single sound. Each step is taken with caution and perfect timing. Like a horror movie waiting for its climax.

She closes her eyes just outside her room. She can hear the notes reach to their fullest. The melody is so calming, so loving. It can tell a story by just hearing closely to the change in notes. The passions that reveal in each note as it rises to a chorus that many tend to ignore. She takes a deep breath and opens her bedroom door. Her eyes open and her room is the same as it’s always been. It’s pale with hints of purple and modern vintage styled furniture. She narrows her eyes when she notices the intruder and the instrument that she has left behind so long ago.

She sees a clone of herself playing the Harp. The clone closes its eyes and plays for love. Playing for a make believe fairy tale being created with many inspirations. The sound is so beautiful that she sits right next to her clone self on the long white bench. It’s been so long since she was able to see the instrument she considered priceless. Staring between herself and the instrument, she runs her fingers against it without interrupting the clone. Just feeling the smooth surface that her fingers longingly awaited is much more than what she thought it would be. She misses it so much. Memories are what kept her from playing it all these years. If she ever played again, she would have to struggle with maintaining her memories away. Especially her nightmares.

She could try to play again, but it would just be a past riding up to her present. Some things you have to let go. She has learned that first hand.

“It is quite beautiful, is it not?” Alyssa reopens her eyes and turns to the voice that she knows are not of her clone or herself.

On the far wall a woman stands staring at her with her arms crossed. Her strawberry blonde hair falls straight on her shoulders. Her eyes are icy blue that can penetrate a hole with the intensity. “Who are you?” Alyssa questions the blonde beauty.

The woman uncrosses her arms to sit next to her. “My name is Miranda.” She smiles lightly. “Alyssa.”

“I know.” Alyssa turns back around to face her clone, but the clone has vanished into thin air, it has disappeared. Only the instrument is left behind. “So you didn’t answer my question.” She turns back around to face the blonde haired woman. “This is a dream, right? Who are you?”

Miranda nods. “You could say that.” She stretches her arms in front of her to relax. “Since I am somehow a fragment of your imagination, do spill out your heart to me.” Alyssa stares at her uncertain if she should trust her. “Come on, I saw you look at the harp with longing.” She points at the instrument. “Do not hold anything back.” She encourages.

Alyssa glances at the instrument. “I do miss it, but I can’t play anymore.” She fights the urge to cry. This is not the time to breakdown as much as she would like to finally let all her painful tears out.

“Why not?” Miranda questions her with much interest.

“My heart isn’t into it anymore.” She sheepishly confesses.

“Oh, I understand. You are one of those, ‘need-inspiration-to-do-something’ type of girl.” Miranda concludes.

“No. Not really. It’s a long story.” One she will not ever discuss. Memories are too painfully to unbury. She’s worked too hard to leave it hidden. A nightmare that is far long to ever bring itself back into her life willingly. The concert was enough.

Miranda shakes her head. “Long? I have all the time in the world. Do tell.” She pushes.

“I rather not.” Alyssa narrows her eyes at her with suspicion. “Weird… I never had a dream like this before. It’s unusual.”

Miranda whips her long, straight blonde hair. “Of course not. I will probably get in deep hell for this, but I guess I am already in it, right?” She laughs at her own inside joke leaving Alyssa slightly confused.

“What?”

“Never mind.”

Silence passes them both awkwardly. Alyssa is figuring out who the strange blonde woman is and Miranda is finding out how much the purple eyed woman knows about her own past.

Miranda sighs. So far she is finding nothing. “I am not good with talking about girl based conversations. Kill me if that is how life is run today.” She looks up to nothing. “I want a damn vacation!” She yells to the ceiling. The yelling makes her seem mentally unstable.

“Who are you talking to?” Alyssa is feeling uncomfortable. How could she make up someone like this in her dream? She would have thought she’d be in a dream with Brandon, not make up someone like Miranda.

Miranda turns to her. “I am most definitely talking to the man upstairs. The God? He is commonly referred to as Zeus, even if it’s not a name he likes. That is who. You could only imagine how he makes me work. I have not had a vacation for over a century. It is always. Do this. Do that. Such selfish man if I may say so myself.” She whines.

Alyssa laughs in confusion. “You talk like you’re from a different century and then you talk like a cheerleader on too much caffeine. It’s confusing.”

“Excuse me if I am still trying to adapt of this modern life you call a century. Dreams are easier, but not that easy.” She laughs again. “Oh, you want to laugh? Last weekend he,” Miranda points at the ceiling, “decides to set me up on this fate-date with Mr. Charming.” She pretends to vomit. “It was the worst night of my existence.”

“Why? It couldn’t have been that bad.” Surprisingly Alyssa finds herself interested in her dream-made-up friend.

“Not that bad?” Miranda lets out a weak laugh. “The guy thinks he’s Hercules himself. He’s all ‘We can’t do this. It’s too sinful or not honorable’. Oh, and I air quote sinful. When the doors are closed this guy gets so wild you would think he was an Incubus. Is my spoken language better now?”

“Getting better. What’s an incubus?” she moves closer to the entertaining blonde. She’s very interested.

“It is a demon that sleeps with women and steals their life energy. Man whore who can kill you, in other words. Maybe I should call Gabriel a man whore. I like the sound of that.” Miranda explains.

“Oh.” She laughs nervously.

She smiles at Alyssa’s confusion. “Let’s stop talking about me. How are you?” She tries to push the young woman into a conversation. She knows it must be hard for Alyssa to cope after everything she has been through after his departure. It’s something she knows that she has to fix even if her guess is incorrect.

“Great.” Alyssa interrupts her thoughts.

“You are not much of a talker are you?”

“Not really.”

Miranda analyzes at her. She notices her long light brown hair and her pale complexion. What amaze her about her are her fascinating purple eyes. You could see how unnatural it is, but you can tell they are real. Her eyes are what bring out her beauty. Not only is she talented, and beautiful, but Miranda can sense that she has a heart. Something she almost never encounters because of desire, jealousy, and power in the world today. She final sees what he saw in her. The final encounter was more of a tragedy, but there’s always room for hope if she uncovers the mystery from the past. Miranda stands up sensing her name being called. It’s time to leave the human world and tend her world that seeks her. “I need to leave, but I will come again.” Her old language escapes her lips.

“Okay.”

Miranda remembers what exactly she has come for. How could she forget her propose to expose herself to Alyssa? “Alyssa, if you ever find yourself to choose to go to a certain place, do not go. Understand?”

“Don’t go where? What are you talking about?”

“You will. Just-I cannot explain any further. This is for your safety. You may someday know what this is about, but for now just stay safe. You have to.” Miranda disappears into nothing. She finds herself in a narrow road with no surroundings. It’s time to find how much chaos is in the world.

“I guess.” Alyssa whispers to the spot that Miranda once stood. She is clearly confused. No one could make up a dream like that. She stares with longing at the instrument that’s left behind. Only a memory is left for her just as it’s always been. Her fingers run on the smooth surface until it reaches the gold cords. She puts more pressure on the strings. A soft sound explodes around her. She jumps back at the sound she has just created. She lets her tears silently fall to the floor. She blinks and finds another intruder. Now she knows this dream has turned into a nightmare. His broad shoulders, and his dark attire shows, but his hair covers his face. He’s hidden in the small shadow that is just behind the harp. This is too much for her to handle. She turns away from the awful sight. All her emotions bottled up again.

Alyssa sits up with a start. She presses her fist to her mouth to stop herself from screaming in the agony the ending of the dream has brought her. She looks around to find Brandon sleeping peacefully on the twin bed next to her. She remembers that after the concert they check into the local hotel.

She lies back down and clears her head of everything and everyone. Her eyes look vacant as she stares out the small gap of the window. She can feel eyes on her, but she ignores it. Her eyes remain open with unshed tears. She doesn’t know that Miranda, the Adviser Elim, is real.

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“Miranda!” The Oracle of Delphi calls her forth in a rush. Miranda walks forward with caution. The Oracle is kneeling with a sword in hand. She bows her head to the old sword. The Elim can tell that the Oracle is having a vision. It’s rare to have the Oracle call upon you for a vision.

Miranda stops just a few feet away from her. The road looks so pale in the middle of nowhere. The full moon is high up, shining with vibrant glory. That is how the Forbidden Lands in the Immortal world are unknown to the creatures from beyond. It’s a territory of nothing, but filled with everything. It is an ancient territory where not many can go far into. The ruins of the Immortal’s past is located at the end of the road, but a shield blocks entrance to the marvelous grounds. Her curiosity has led her to try to find a way into those grounds, but only the ones that are meant to be will be able to enter.

She moves closer to the kneeling woman. The Oracle wouldn’t have called her unless it was something important. She notices a Keeper stand behind the Oracle.