Adrian's Return

It's 11 pm, Pixie is sitting in the bay living window of her detached house smoking a Marlboro light. She gazes upwards in awe as pure white drops begin to fall from the darkened sky. It is the first snowfall this year, she begins to feel soothed and slightly playful. Snowfall always rouses her inner child to rise again and play once more ; Soon, the whole cul-de-sac will be covered in a glowing white sheet and all cars on the street will be topped in soft crystals, slightly resembling growing afro caribbean hair in a shade of white, just like his.

She blows her smoke onto the window, and draws a little smiley face in it. 

It's then, she sees him.

The silhouette of a male is standing on the pavement across the street and facing directly into her house. It can't be. 

She shuts her eyes for a moment and opens them again, he's still there, oh my god it is him, his white afro hair is tied back now in dreadlocks,

This is no coincidence- Trust him!

He was the only vampire in his family who chose not to blend in -the vampires in his family line possessed preternatural beauty so beautiful that they had to fight to suppress it, he was the odd one out. 

She feels his presence now; the combination of raw heat mixed with tingles of icicles ,that feeling she embraced whenever he was near her, which right now, is seeping through her skin, into her body ,into her blood. 

What is he doing just standing there!?

She suddenly became conscious of her appearance; her hair was unwashed scraped too her skull in a bobble and the pink onesie she is wearing resembles a 5 year old's little girls night attire, not a 33 year old woman's, - she forgets about that instantly as she realises that she is frozen to the spot, she can move only her right hand as she takes a drag of her cigarette, she feels the adrenaline running through her veins, as her eyes stay fixed on him. It's impossible for her to look away, her love has returned, her man is here.

She embraces the intensity that's impossible to resist once again, the intensity that only he had the capability to create, which right now, even with the small distance between them, is overwhelmingly strong. This is no dream 

She was unable to accept it was true when he first left her. The first few months had been pure torture in hell; the pining for him to return had then turned into raw heart break of one that had smashed into a million shards of glass after learning he was truly gone, gone, and taken everything with him, every bit of her. 

With medical intervention forced by her mother she was diagnosed with PTSD and mild psychosis, she started her path of recovery in a mental health ward. She left the hospital 3 months later with a lifetime prescription of mirtazapine and returned to her home alone, the home she once shared with him, him, her beautiful prince of the night, her wandering warrior. Pixie took him under her wing at the age of just 28,when he was many years older.

 Her journey of a new life has only just begun, the life she has accepted that he was never going to be a part of again, she has regained her soul and her journey for happiness has started all over again; Over the past couple years he had slowly faded into a distant memory, so distant it was like he never existed.

But now, here he was, facing her in his flesh again, with just the street and window between them, as though he was holding the key which opened the box in her heart that she had thrown away many many months ago. Her mind is now fighting her body to restrain herself, and not jump right through the window pane into his arms, not caring if she is bleeding,

Now, her mind is also telling her to do it,is it playing tricks on her? No, it was him, he was goading her, entering her mind, reading her thoughts, just as he used to do, She cant see his eyes but she can feel him still, staring right into her soul that once was his, as he just remains stood there, broad as daylight, in the darkness as he always had done.

He never went out in the daylight, it was far too risky.

HIM:

I can see her platinum hair as it bounces off the moonlight. It is tied in a bun so tight that her eye lifts at the corners. 

She has seen me.

I want her to loosen that scrunchie so that I can see those gorgeous curls, I want to see that pretty face without so much tension, I want to see her smile.

Pixie was my favourite. 

Obviously She fell in love with me instantly like they all do, but she was different. I have never in my time felt the loss or gain of adrenaline that I could feel when I was in her presence. 

Pixie was strictly off bounds. My Dad warned me many years ago that she was not to be prayed on, even by me, he was completely unaware that my hunting activities on Pixie had already begun.

 First of all she was beautiful,and second of all I felt an unconditional pining for her that was so exceedingly strong that I knew I couldn't kill her, because then I would be without her. Pixie was under the protection of our enemies so even WE, the highest of the kind, could not touch her.

She's looking at me now because she's spotted my hair. I should have worn a bop cap to keep her guessing, perhaps that way she would have come out her door by now for a closer look, but I couldn't bring myself to be that cruel today, I really am a hypocrite. 

She's looking confused as she lifts her hand,I see the spark, She's smoking a cigarette, her eyes look ridiculously sexy, I want to rip that pink babyg-row off her right now! I'm undressing her with my eyes now and she knows it, I can almost taste the wetness between her thighs.

I remember one summer's evening the heat and smell of honeysuckle enhancing our desire, we made love in that exact window. It was just after dusk,with the lights shining on us, our withering naked bodies exposed in x- rated full view for all the residents of this street. She had had a few glasses of wine.

‘Sod the neighbours, let's give them a show!she had shouted, her voice was filled with passion as my hands caressed her exposed silky milk white body, and she had that golden fire in her gorgeous green eyes that turned them into hazel.

I can't go to her door, even now, I am still not invited. Jesus I must have really pulled a number on her, she’s putting up a stubborn guard with all her strength.

I turn to my right and walk towards the open park and she's still watching me from the window, I can feel her. As I enter the park I lose sight of her so I lose my control. Only my pixie has the capability of doing this to me , that's why she is so special. I'm thinking that Maybe I should turn back around but then I hear my name echoing through the wind, 'Adriann!’ , she is calling me back.

It takes a few moments before Pixie realises that he is gone.

On immediate impulse she leaps from the window bay like a cat pouncing for its prey and runs up her stairs 3 steps at a time towards the front bedroom, the bedroom window almost snaps off its hinges as she hurls it open to see a clearer view of the street and much to her horror sees that he is walking away.

She shouts his name ‘ADRIANN!’ he does not turn around.

Her heart tightens in her chest and a massive lump forms in her throat as she watches his figure disappear between the oak trees now blossomed with shiny snowflakes. She can taste the saltiness of her tears as she sets off back down the stairs fast, pulling her arms into her coat she has pulled off the banister as she dashes down the driveway with just slipper socks on her feet. She is at the entrance of the park in 3 seconds flat.

She stops still for a moment and glances around the park which is bright white and beautiful like the front of a Christmas card, then, she spots him. he is sitting on a bench between the Army memorials and Catholic church, he is smoking a cigarette, she sees the glint of spark and the smoke surrounds him thicker than the fog. 

He knew she would follow him, ‘I know his tricks,’ ‘the bastard ‘she hisses to herself, and just like a cat once again her feet take off from beneath her as she leaps towards him.

HIM:

I can smell her now, her strong scent is like spiced vanilla mixed with fresh sweetened strawberries. She's heading towards me quickly, like a wonder woman on a mission. I can see the golden flames in her eyes and her platinum hair looks brighter than the snow.

‘Aren't you going to set on f****** fire, so close to that church!?’ She’s angry, Of course that's just a myth and she knows that. 

O She is just so beautiful when she's angry, her cheeks are ruby red and her lips resemble plump budding rosebuds.

‘Hi baby’, is all I can reply…….

I feel the sting of her slap right across my face.

‘Who the f** Do you think you are!???’ she shouts.

I freeze. She is on top of me now, her legs are wrapped around my waist, she has buried her head into my right shoulder, I can smell the salt from her tears and the sound of her heart beating is louder than her cries. I do not move at all, only my left hand to drag on my cigarette, I blow a heart of smoke into the crisp night air.

My pixie is back in my arms again. If I had the capability to dream, then this would be one.

She runs towards him, her feet are numb from the cold wet snow,  

She can see his eyes which are sparkling brighter than diamonds as he watches her approaching. She slaps him hard across the face with all her strength, he shows no reaction. So, she pounces on top of him wrapping her legs tight around his athletic frame,and buries her head into his shoulder, it's impossible for her to fight the tears, her cries are so loud she could pass for a child.

HIM:

I'm standing up as she still is wrapped tightly around my body holding on for her dear life. I squeeze her so hard that her bones crunch in my claws, and I cannot hear her heartbeat or cries anymore.

I realise that I'm in the air now, I can see the shadow of my black wings on the snowy ground beneath. Her lifeless body is falling beneath my grip. I bite her neck and draw the sweet blood to savour in my taste-buds for later before i let her go. 

I know by the time she hits the ground she will have changed and Pixie's gentle little soul will no longer be hers nor will it be mine. She can't come with me right now, I need to speak with my family, they would kill her instantly if the word gets back before i do; the protection of the werewolves no longer stands, now that she is one of us and She must find guidance within herself in order to survive on her new path as a vampire; only when she finds the strength within herself to fight for us against the werewolves, and my family, only then will i come back and reclaim her, that's if she hasn't come for me first. 

Pixie awakens as the snow is melting around her , daylight now, 

Her onesie is soaking wet, her feet are bare,and her pale white body is covered in goose pimples,however she feels warm, so warm. Using all of her supernatural strength she is at the open door of her house in 1 second and as the door slams behind her a gust of wind smashes the glass. She looks at her reflection in the bay window, the window where she spent the last moments of human life as the first snowfall of the season had begun to fall. Her once dyed platinum hair now falls in soft golden curls around her face, just as he likes her and her eyes shine like diamonds, just like his. She is pining for him once all over again but knows that this time it is different, she has time to kill on her hands and time to improve herself. If or when he comes back and presents himself in her presence ever again then she will be ready, that's if she doesn't go looking for him first.