The Mistletoe Dare

Mistletoe kisses & a voice from nowhere

“I dare you.”

Damn it. I practically feel my competitiveness clicking into position. It’s like a loosening and then tightening of my muscles like I sometimes do when I wake up in the morning except that I’m already awake. I’m kind of a sucker for a dare despite not being a huge risk taker most of the time. I think that’s why. It’s also not fair. Naia has said, ever since we met freshmen year, that when I’m feeling competitive, or when she dares me to do something I normally wouldn’t do that it was like seeing a completely different person. It’s accurate too because I feel like a different person in those moments like I have an extra set of emotions spurring me into action. Do you know how confusing it is to feel like there are two set of emotions and personalities guiding you sometimes? I still remember when she dared me to try out for track that year after seeing me staring at the track longingly according to her. I remember how aggressive, but also weirdly confident and free I felt competing in an athletic capacity. We were surprised with how well I did. I’d never done any sports before and with my slim but curvy body neither of us really thought I had any athleticism to speak of. However, not only did I leave the others in my dust but I jumped over the hurtles with height to spare. Suffice to say I continued through high school getting progressively better and eventually even got a partial scholarship to go here.

Nonetheless, even though my body was already preparing to take on the dare with this weird impulsive extra set of emotions I still didn’t really feel like it. I know that getting out of my box sometimes has good outcomes but… I’m hurting. Maybe not as much as I thought I would be thank god. I think that has something to do with fraternal twins I met tonight and the accompanying tingles but still. I go to tell Naia no when I feel my body being drawn to the doorway on it’s own accord. What the actual f***?!

I look back at Naia and wave while saying, “ Fine you win,” to make it feel or at least look like I’m in control. I feel the pull relax a bit as if it knew I wasn’t going to fight it now. This night is only getting more effed up and weird it seems. As I reach the mistletoe I feel this weird wriggling excitement and I really wish I understood what was going on with me. How could I possibly feel excitement right now. I don’t want to kiss anyone… do I? The only reason I could think of why I would is to get back at Jackson which only works if he sees it happen and I’m just not that petty. He does deserve it though.

I watch the clock across the room as I stand there feeling like a moron. I see Naia smiling staring at something across the room and notice that Jackson has apparently managed to drag his pants back up long enough to rejoin the party. As I look at him I feel my fists clench and I want to hurt him. He hasn’t seen me yet. I wonder if maybe I should just make a break for it and get out here before I do something I regret when I feel a hand reach out to hold mine. I’m still for moment as I feel electric tingles running up my arm like I touched a live wire except holy f*** is it pleasant. As I turn around I’m stunned to see yet another version of those gorgeous green eyes. This time with flecks of blue so dark they’re almost black and his dark black hair is in sexy wavy curls reaching just below his ears. I feel strength coming off him in waves and I swear I feel my toes curl in my shoes. The same intense attraction and tingles I felt from the others are running over my body and I realize they must in fact be fraternal triplets. I almost pull away. This is all beyond anything I’m ready to deal with or try to understand. Then I see Jackson heading my way and turn my face back towards this stranger and lean in. He moves even faster and then we’re kissing. His tongue nipping at my lips asking for access and I grant it because I’ve never felt anything like this in my whole life. Like a piece of a puzzle clicked into place to reveal a picture of something that I’d never seen coming. I feel this presence wriggling in happiness.

Then somewhere inside me I hear a sensuous lilting voice, ‘ Finally, I’ve been waiting for you.’

I tear myself away terrified. I look at the man in front of me and see a shift in his eyes that I can’t quite pinpoint. They are darker but almost glowing somehow.

“Who are you?” I ask afraid of the answer. Knowing somewhere inside I really meant to ask what are you but didn’t understand my own question.

“I’m Amadeus. I believe you may have already met my brothers Alex and Ace tonight. We’ve been waiting for you,” he replies as if it isn’t one of the craziest things I’ve ever heard. Except, it doesn’t feel as crazy as it should.

That voice from nowhere replies, ‘I’ve been looking for you for a while. I’ve just been too far buried to do much. I’m Calypsa.’ I’m losing it. There are voices in my head and crazy people around me. I hear another voice pop in my head and somehow know it didn’t come from my own mind. ‘ Hello Calypsa, I’m Lowen, Amadeus’ better half. I’ve been looking forward to meeting my mate.’ This is voice is strong and confident and sounds similar to Amadeus yet somewhat changed. More wild maybe? ‘Forgive me if this isn’t my place Calypsa but your human seems to be having some kind of a breakdown?’ Lowen asks. ‘That’s because she has no idea who she really is.’ Calypsa answers. With that final horrifying sentence sounding in mind I run.

I feel someone grab and smell the distinct overpowering body spray Jackson always wears and I try to pull away but can’t shake him. I turn to yell at him but in his eyes is a vicious looking reddish glow the freezes me in place. Why the hell did I come to this party?! I finally manage to look away and feel myself able to move again and I shove him hard. He stares at me in amazement as he is flung back into the Christmas tree and I set off at a sprint reaching speeds I’ve never hit before.

Everything around me starts to blur and before I know what’s going on I’m back in my apartment. It’s too much. I feel myself shaking and thankfully that presence in my head is being silent but it’s still too much. How can I have the worst night of my life, the best night of my life and the craziest night of my life all in one? I don’t know what this was but as I strip off my fairy outfit and tug on my pjs I don’t care. Before I forget i shoot a quick text to Naia letting her know that I left and made it home safe and that I’m fine so she won’t feel the need to check on me for a while. I wash my face and unpin my hair and finally look in the mirror in my bathroom. I don’t recognize the strange otherworldly luminous glow in my otherwise blue-green eyes.

I head to my bed to lay down and try to forget this day. One thing I can’t let go of as I close my eyes though. The voice, Calypsa, said I don’t have any idea who I am. So who am I?