Blood Dawn: The uncontrollable bond

I'm not a psychopath or a madwoman

The brothers were a mirror, but now I realized that they weren't just duplicates of the same image. Still speechless, I realized that I wasn't just seeing the same duplicate figure, but two identical individuals. It was an almost surreal sight, testing my perception of reality.

I was surprised to be facing such remarkable and similar men. They were more than attractive, as if the beauty of one was reflected in the other, creating an impressive duality.

The conversation abruptly brought me back to the real world, interrupting my momentary admiration.

"Cat got your tongue?" one of them teased. His voice was firm, conveying confidence and a certain playfulness in that unusual situation.

"Don't be rude, Christopher. We'll help you, okay?" replied the other, who was kinder and more helpful. It was as if one balanced the other's personality.

The two of them approached, passed me and the car and advanced towards the tree trunk. It was a huge obstacle, something that two men, although they looked so extraordinary, might not be able to tackle easily.

"What are you going to do? It's heavy, you'll get hurt," I warned, worried that they would try to move that huge barrier.

The two of them looked at each other, exchanged a complicit glance and, in a synchronized movement, moved away from the trunk. They stood in front of the fallen tree, watching it as if they were planning some elaborate strategy that only they understood. The perfection of its symmetry seemed to defy even the gravity of the situation.

Goodness gracious.

The two brothers, with their intense, synchronized gazes, conveyed a strange sensation, as if their attentions weren't just limited to my face, but also covered every part of my being. This combined gaze, although not threatening, aroused an uncomfortable fear in me.

Instinctively, I shrugged and looked away. It was unusual to find two shirtless men, especially twins with an almost divine appearance, in the middle of the forest, in the middle of a storm. They were like gods immersed in the world of mortals.

I, a young woman about to turn twenty-five, with dark, straight hair, didn't want to be the center of attention in a sensationalist tabloid the next day. I didn't want to be in the news, I didn't want my life to be described as a good teacher or an excellent student. I didn't want to be an article of public curiosity, especially because of the unusual beauty of two strangers.

I took a deep breath to keep my composure. I couldn't allow the apparent beauty of these men to blind me. My instincts warned me about the importance of keeping my guard up and being rational, especially in such a bizarre situation. Despite all the strangeness surrounding me, I needed to keep my mind clear and focused on reality.

I stared at the ground, trying to ignore the tempting presence of the twins. The storm continued to dump rain, but the air seemed charged with a strange electricity, something that went beyond the mere sensation of being trapped in an unusual situation.

I felt a slight shock when I heard their voices.

"Okay, Michael," said one of them.

"You're still asking, Christopher," replied the other, setting off a scene that left me without any reaction.

The two brothers assumed concentrated expressions and, with surprising synchrony, raised their trunks.

The spectacle before my eyes seemed unreal. As if by magic, the huge object rose in defiance of gravity. Watching the twins in action, I could see their muscles standing out clearly, the rain seeming to have a harder time slipping off their skins. Each movement outlined every part of their bodies, contracted by the force they exerted.

My mouth dropped open involuntarily, almost in disbelief. However, I soon realized that it wasn't just curiosity about what they were doing that kept me there, watching the scene. There was an inexplicable desire, a newly awakened fantasy inside me, something unexpected and surprising. My eyes were not only witnessing the twins' feat, but they were also imbued with an admiration that escaped rational control.

In a mixture of fascination and embarrassment, I closed my mouth and, looking away, tried to divert my attention from the scene. The sensation of witnessing something intimate and powerful, shared by two such extraordinary men, was almost disturbing. It was as if, for an instant, my mind had allowed itself to be transported into an unexpected fantasy, an alternative reality that hovered between curiosity and enchantment.

When they had finished, they moved without showing any effort. Nothing at all. They were neutral. Something that transcended the ordinary.

"How did you do that?"

"We helped you, miss, what more do you need?"

I took a deep breath in a futile attempt to open the car door.

"I just need to open the car door now," I said out loud, expressing my momentary frustration.

One of the brothers approached, forcing me to look at his face. Looking at his perfect, masculine features was almost disconcerting. The twins' stunning beauty seemed almost transcendental, something that was hard to ignore.

"We're going to have to break the glass, right..." he started to say. Before I could respond or decide what to do. Before I could intervene, the other man simply used his elbow to break the glass, flashing a cold, sarcastic smile. "Well, you can," I added in a mixture of relief and surprise, as I watched this unexpected action.

"Sorry about my brother, he's not having a good day," commented the other brother in a gesture of apology for his companion's rash attitude, who just rolled his eyes.

I took the opportunity to open the car door, looking for a bag to cover the broken window. I felt a mixture of relief and concern, relieved to finally have access to the vehicle, but worried about the mess the rain had caused inside. The cleaning that would have to be done later would be an arduous task.

I turned to face the two men, still side by side. Their presence intrigued me, as if my experience with mysteries and the supernatural had led me to question unusual aspects. Dealing with enigmas triggered a series of questions about strength, beauty and everything else.

This moment, although marked by the practical solution to the immediate problem, left me with a strange feeling. As well as dealing with the practical issue of the rain and the damaged car, the twins made me question and analyze deeper aspects.

What were the men in that town up to?

"Thanks for your help. I need to leave."

"Where did you come from?"

I stared at one of them, observing imperceptible minutiae. A tiny dot on the neck of the man next to me, so subtle and almost unnoticed. That was Christopher's distinguishing feature.

Next to him, the other brother had two spots, one next to the other. He was the livelier and more helpful one. I identified him as Michael, relating the small physical feature to their distinct personalities.

"I'm coming from London," I began, trying to establish a connection and explain my unexpected presence.

"What are you doing here? Your face is no stranger to me," replied Christopher bluntly, showing discomfort with my presence there.

"Our city is in trouble. I want to know if we can let you through," he continued, maintaining a suspicious posture, questioning my presence in the city.

"He's joking. You'd better go," Michael interjected, trying to defuse the situation.

"I'm serious. Who are you?" Christopher asked again, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

I sighed deeply, determined to face him seriously, without showing weakness or intimidation.

"My name is Eliza, Eliza Colin. I'm a history lecturer at the University of London, with a degree in literature and history. I'm here because of the attacks taking place in the city. I'm not a psychopath or a madwoman."