003 : The Tomb
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Cyra's Pov
Last night's rest was surprisingly the best.
I slept well.
It felt as if though I was on cloud nine.
After many sleepless days, I guess exhaustion caught up to me.
Though my eyes still feel a little sore from all the crying I did prior to today.
Rays of golden sun pierces through the open window to hover the space of my room.
The duvet falls to rest above my lap when I sit up, stretching.
A glance at the clock sitting on the wall reveals that it's one in the afternoon. That explains why I probably had a nice sleep.
I look around, glancing at the hue of sun entering my bed room. Then at the bed. I grab the duvet and bring at my eye level, thinking.
Its strange though.
I don't recall putting myself in bed.
There's suddenly a noise coming from my bathroom, causing me to flinching.
Like the crash of water hitting the tiles when someone's taking a shower.
Pulling myself up, I saunter towards the source of the strange sound, pressing my ear against the solid door.
Then jerk back like I've been electrocuted.
My shower's on.
Did I leave it on last night?
No. I don't even remember taking a shower.
The only thing I can recall is returning back from the funeral drained and sore, and the man who had somehow magically appeared-
Wait.
Hold a god damn minute.
I murmur something under my breath.
And as if on cue, the door to my bathroom swings open to reveal a luminescent figure with sapphire hair.
The light from the background makes it impossible for me to catch a glimpse of his face.
And it's not until he takes a step forward, a towel around his waist that's temptingly shifting down with every movement he makes, that I begin to familiarize his features.
At the sight of those purple eyes, all memories from last night sinks in and I take in a big gulp.
What. The. Heck?
It was real.
It wasn't a dream.
I really did see someone materialize from nothing but smoke last night.
I jump back, getting into a fighting position as I register the presence of this strange man.
I grab the nearest object next to me, which happens to be a pillow, and use it as a weak excuse for a defense.
"W-who are you?"
He's the same person from last night.
The blue-haired boy smiles, eyes dissapearing beneath the puff of his cheeks.
He looks like an adorable chipmunk.
If you ignore the awfully detailed, toned body he has.
Water's dripping from his hair, cascading down the valleys of his figure. The towel's flirtatiously revealing a good about of his V bone.
I push myself back to reality, shaking my head before glaring at him.
"I go by many names. "Flutters the man with a wink. " The son of Venus, god of love, s*x, beauty, and fertility. I've been cursed to never taste death. I believe the word 'mortal' would be more appropriate. The genie of the locket. But you can call me Alistair."
At just the mention of his name, my body turns stiff.
Something in the back of my head shifts my focus towards the door.
Telling me to leave. And fast. But I can't.
Because then he works his way around me to reach my bed, picking up the locket.
A lump forms between my throat.
I can't leave without Grandmother's locket.
Just as I'm about to say something, a snap of his fingers shifts the appearance of my room.
Suddenly I don't see my bed or my desk.
Everything around us turns dark. I don't have time to register what's going on because, with just another blink of an eye, I'm suddenly in an open vast green field.
My heart accelerates as I look around frantically.
The place's familiar.
We're in the cemetery.
Alistair, finally dressed, walks over to my grandmother's tomb with a bouquet of roses.
Her favorite flowers.
"H-how?"
He turns to face me, gradually pulling out the locket from his pocket.
The item swings in the air as his eyes observe its every notion. "You're a smart girl Cyra. You should be able to figure it out yourself."
I don't take a step back when he approaches me. Instead, I bear my teeth at him in a snarl, narrowing my eyes down. "I wouldn't be asking If I already knew."
Alistair isn't a tad bit convinced, shaking his head almost in exasperation.
"You already know but you're just pretending, I know Mira's told you about me. And I bet she even warned you to stay away from anyone named Alistair" He sneers playfully into the sky before scanning my figure up and down slowly." Enlighten me, my lady. Apart from saying how dangerous I am, what else did my lovely Mira say?"
I grit my teeth together.
A smug smile coats the outline of his lips as he slowly advances forward, stretching those long legs towards my direction.
Then he leisurely takes a strand of my hair and begins twirling it around his fingers with his violet eyes set on me. "Not going to say anything, sweetheart?"
I want to say something, but that would only show he's already gotten under my skin.
My defeat.
I choose to keep my mouth shut, turning my heel only to be yanked back by the wrist to clash into a broad chest.
Alistair's grip tightens around my wrist as I squirm for him to release me but to no avail.
"Let go of me."
He simply tsks. But the detectable fire in his eyes only shows so much.
If I'm annoyed, he's feeling it ten times more worse.
"You're gonna have to try harder than that sweetheart."
And with that, he lifts his fingers in the air and breaks out a snap.
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