Slave to The Sun- Exposed (Part One)

"So ? You?re ? you ? a ?? She couldn?t bring herself to chokeout the word. Her face had frozen into a mask of horror. She could not, would not fathom what was going on. It was like a great stone wall had been put up in her mind. As this new information was trying to break through the barrier of the wall, she started to pant heavily as she was struggling with the possibility. He watched the emotions melt onto her face ? confusion, disbelief, fear, despair, wonderment, a resentful hint of respect, hope and, finally, calm. It was then that he decided to give her confirmation. "I?m a vampire, princess.? His voice came from the other side of the room, and she looked towards the sound. He was by the window, looking out, wearing a hateful expression on his beautiful face. She wouldn?t take in the words, she couldn't understand them. She sat bolt upright in her bed, her skin still dewy from her recent release, and picked up her nightgown from the side of the bed and threw it on. "Explain it to me,? she said, lifting her chin up. He didn?t answer her. She threw her bed sheets away from her, and got out of the bed, marching over to him boldly. ?How is this all possible, how do you exist?!? She demanded an answer. ?We just do,? He looked at her, studying her face tenderly, looking for any slight sign of revulsion, or hatred. He could find none. ?We evolved, just like you humans. I was human once, of course.? ?Are there? just vampires?? She asked, hesitating, already somewhat knowing the answer. ?No, there are other things, too.? He said in a very quiet voice. ?Some pretty obvious things, now that you?ve met a vampire.? ?Like were-wolves and witches and stuff?? She asked apprehensively. ?Yes,? He looked at her, his blue eyes big and misty, and brought a pale hand up to her face, and brushed away a curly lock of hair, tucking it snugly behind one ear. ?And some things you couldn?t even think of.? She felt dazed. Everything seemed so surreal. Just two weeks ago, she had left behind what she thought was an abnormal life, in the most dysfunctional sense. Now, so far, she had met a stranger, practically gave herself to him in a car park, later almost fucked him in her own house, without her knowing he was actually in the house, and now, suddenly, vampires, were-wolves and witches galore was crashing down into her life, and then some. Already she felt changed, her old life felt a million miles away, when it was only two weeks old. She took a deep, steadying breath, and let it out slowly, blowing up her cheeks. ?How many of you are there? How many do you know?? She asked shakily, leaning against the wall next to the window. ?I don?t know for sure how many of us there are. I mean it?s not like we all hang out and share our scary stories.? He grinned his cocky grin. She glared angrily at him. ?You need to tell me more, I?m so confused!? She said breathlessly, frowning and pouting. ?I want to hear more.? He smiled at her, looked out of the window, and he stiffened as his expression changed to a look of desperation. ?I would love to tell you more, princess, but I have to be going.? He said quickly, moving away slightly from the window. ?Dawn will rise soon, and I have to be underground when she does.? He began to climb out of the window. ?Wait! Wait!? She said in a rush. ?I need to see you again, where can I find you?!? He let go of the window frame, and stared at her, suspended in mid air. She gaped, her pouty mouth forming a wide ?O?. ?How in the holy hell are you -?? ?I don?t have time to explain now, my little blackbird.? He said urgently. ?There?s a club around here that?s known for the supernatural beings that hang around there. It?s called Adder?s Tongue, it?s about five streets away from Lazy Jacks, it?s just a little out of the picture, to keep all the humans from pursuing it, and it?s on Flynn Street. You?ll find it easily. Meet me there at dusk.? She nodded, flabbergasted, eyes wide open, the pale light making the green in her eyes escort avcılar stand out prominently. He stilled, watching her, and she noticed that small beads of sweat were glistening on his pale skin. He must feel the heat, she didn?t how she knew that, but maybe it was pretty obvious. While she was pondering this in her head, he had gotten closer. Or levitated closer? She swept her tongue over her dry lips nervously, and her eyes widened, and wandered down to gaze at his sculpted mouth. He was so close? so near. Just before his lips touched hers softly, she let out a ragged breath, and let her eyes drift to a close. The kiss was sweet, and filled with a stomach-swirling passion. She opened her eyes when she felt his lips leave hers, only to find herself staring blankly out of the window. * He ran through the trees, desperately fast, having just left his dark princess. He didn?t want to leave, but dawn was fast approaching, and he needed to be underground, he could feel it was mere minutes away. He ran faster, at lightning speed, tearing off his clothes as he went. He smiled grimly. He had told her about Adder?s Tongue, but what he didn?t tell her, was that ordinary humans wouldn?t be able to enter it because of all the protective wards designed to keep humans out, and also, to keep humans safe. He reached a place that would stay out of the light, got down on his hands and knees, and started clawing up the damp, soft, brown earth. * All day Ariana had done absolutely nothing. When he?d left - she still didn?t know his name- she?d just stared out of the window and into the trees and fields beyond, watching the pale streaks of pink and gold become more pronounced in the morning sky. She was finally shaken out of her stupor around noon when a raven bird had landed on her open window sill. She started when it soared down to rest, and shooed it away, shutting the window and quickly locking it. As if that would stop all the screaming in her head. She looked around her room, seeing everything with new eyes. It all looked foreign, as if none of it belonged to her. She felt like a stranger in her own home. She sighed and made her bed routinely, and cleared away the clutter scattered across the floor. It wasn?t enough, she needed to busy herself. She stripped off her nightgown and threw it in a basket outside her room, and then she stripped off her bed sheets and threw them in the basket, too. She closed her door behind her, and walked over to her dresser. She grabbed her brush and pulled her hair into a high ponytail. When she had secured the band, she opened some of her drawers and pulled on a light blue vest top and black cotton shorts. She couldn?t be bothered with underwear. She gathered up all of the clothes that needed washing and took them out to the basket, dumping them in. She cleaned her house from top to bottom, overdoing it in an attempt to push all thought from her mind. She did three loads of laundry, and then cleaned her furniture, and her carpets. She cleaned all the surfaces in the kitchen, and polished them, vacuumed and mopped the hardwood floors, she washed the windows, she cleaned her personal bathroom and the second bathroom until they were dazzling. She put fresh bed sheets down on her bed, and vacuumed and mopped in her room, too. She washed her car, mowed her lawn, front garden and back, she trimmed her flower beds and watered and pruned her roses, and painted the fence and the bench in her back yard, with the southern sun blazing and fiery above her, making her damp with slick sweat. At long last, when she could do nothing else, she walked back into the house through the back door, aching and sweaty. She sat down at her table in the kitchen and glanced at the clock above the door. It read 5.30pm. Sundown wasn?t for another two hours, and she would purposely be at least a half hour late, just to make sure he?d be there. She made herself a cup of coffee, and sat out on her back porch to escort bahçesehir drink it, having five minutes of breathing time before she would get ready. She drank her coffee deeply, gratefully. How was this all possible? She thought about every myth she?d ever heard, every supernatural being she had read in books and fairytales. Could it all really be so? She decided to let things be, simply just accepting the truth of the world ? that nothing is what it seems. She pulled herself out of another stupor and walked back inside, shutting the door behind her and putting her cup in the chrome sink. She walked upstairs to her bedroom and shrugged out of her clothes, letting her damp hair down and brushing through it before she went into her bathroom. She took a long shower. Her muscles felt worked, and the harsh beating of the hot water against her skin made her tingle and relax. She smiled in spite of herself. She was a little excited about tonight, and a little scared. She was venturing into the unknown, the unexpected. She was looking forward to seeing him again. And she realized that he?d kind of asked her out on a date, even though she didn?t process it at the time. Her stomach curled with excitement. She shaved her legs until they were completely free of hair, and stepped out of the shower, shutting off the water and quickly towel drying. She dug through the cabinet above the sink, which was also a large mirror and found some scented oil for her legs. She applied the oil moderately and massaged the sweet scent into her legs, making them shine healthily. Quickly she washed her hands and dashed out of the bathroom, pulling on a robe and sitting down at her dresser. She had her make-up bag with her, and dug out some tweezers, tweezing away at her eyebrows, getting rid of the stray hairs. Next she dried her hair, and then put them in heated rollers, securing a cap over her head to keep them in place. She walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out a tight, red, knee length dress, going for that and not really caring what people wore at a supernatural club. She hung it outside her wardrobe and went back over to her dresser to begin her makeup. She didn?t go too hard on it, with only little foundation and blush, but decided on fierce, smoky eyes with a clear gloss on her full lips. She lacquered red varnish onto her nails. She put her dress on after, not wanting to ruin it with makeup. It accentuated all of her best features, her tiny waist, her round shapely bottom, her flat stomach, and the curving swell of her breasts. It showed only little cleavage, and it zipped up at the back. She went back to her wardrobe and found some striking red high fuck-me heels to put on before she left. Her rollers were finally cool, and she took off her cap, and pulled them out one by one, shaking out the voluptuous curls that had formed, combing through them with her fingers to loosen them up a bit. She added a little hairspray and shook her hair out behind her. It was a like soft mass of twisted bronze. She sprayed a little violet-scented perfume on her chest, and put on her heels before taking a step back to examine herself. ?Good enough to eat,? she said, indulging in a secret smile, and giggling. She grabbed a simple black clutch out of her draw, and put in her house keys, and some money. She kept her car keys in her hand and left her bedroom, walking down the stairs, and checking the time in the kitchen before stalking out the front door. It was eight now, sundown half an hour behind her. It would take her fifteen minutes to get to Lazy Jacks, and perhaps another five minutes to find this Adder?s Tongue place. She locked her front door behind her, and walked over to her car, looking around at the trees and fields to her left. She wondered if there was anything supernatural in them. Remembering that last time she had looked toward the trees, she shuddered delicately. She pushed that thought out of her mind, and got beylikdüzü escort into her car, starting the engine and zooming away. * Right. She had just passed Lazy Jacks. Now she had her full attention on this Adder?s Tongue place. She stopped for the lights and when they flashed green, she carried on straight ahead. Lazy Jacks was on Pine Street, which she was on now. It was pretty empty. Hardly any cars. She passed an old, white boarded up house. Then she passed Olive Street, there was a lot of greenery around, with small houses scattered every so often, then she came up to Breard Street and turned left, taking her up to Washington Street, then she turned right onto North 18 th Street, and drove until she found Flynn Street. It was quiet around here, with a few old buildings, and not many cars or people. It was still near the main road. And it wasn?t too quiet that she felt extremely uncomfortable, but it was still out of the way so that all the people in night clubs wouldn?t think of coming here. She knew where it was immediately, although it had no sign. It was just a blank building, with a plain metal door. She didn?t know it because of the car park out front. She knew it because she could feel it. She could feel pressure, closing in on her from all sides. She parked in the car park, got out of her car, locked it and placed the keys in her bag. It was sundown. She didn?t know how she knew this was the place. She just knew it. She could feel the magic in the air. It was thick and heavy with it. She was breathing it. It tingled against her skin; it travelled through her whole body. It fuelled her. She began walking away from her car, her heels clacking loudly against the concrete ground. She walked toward the metal door, going deeper into the magic with every stride. She was face to face with it. She raised a pale fist up to the door, and knocked. Then she noticed the small metal tray on the door. She took a step back and waited. After a few moments, the tray on the door slid away, revealing dark, almost black, beady eyes. They assessed her admiringly. The man behind the door gave a grunt. ?What d?ya want?? he asked in a gruff voice. ?I want to come in, of course,? she stated simply. The beady eyes squinted. ?D?ya know what this place is?? he asked irritably. ?It?s the Adder?s Tongue, yes?? she said in a sweet, simpering voice, smiling brightly. She heard a sigh, then the eyes disappeared, and after a few sounds of bolts being unlocked, the metal door swung open. She looked up, and up even further. Framed in the doorway was a giant of a man, with big, brawny muscles, and a face you?d find on an old Roman coin. He was tanned, with curly brown/blonde hair and shocking brown/gold eyes, and he was wearing dark blue jeans, with a faded black t-shirt with text that read ?Adder?s Tongue? on it. ?Come on in, clubs in back.? he said shortly. ?Thank you,? she said gratefully and stepped inside the dimly lit hallway. The floors were linoleum, and the walls were brick painted black. ?You human, lady?? he asked curiously. ?As far as I know,? she said. ?Why?? ?Ain?t no normal humans that come here,? he replied. ?What do you mean?? she frowned. ?I mean, no normal humans are able to come here. We have wards, they get scared off by the pressure.? He stared at her. ?Oh,? she said in a quiet tone. ?Well, I got here just fine. And as far as I know, I?m not a vampire, or a were-wolf or a witch or a fairy. I?m just plain ol? human.? He laughed, extending a big hand. ?I?m Marv,? he said, kindness crinkling his eyes. ?Ariana,? she introduced herself, shaking his hand. ?You ?ere to meet someone then, Ariana?? he asked inquiringly. ?Yes, I am as it happens, but I don?t think he?s here yet,? They started walking down the hallway, to the other door. ?What?s his name? Perhaps I know him. I know all the locals.? ?Actually, I don?t know his name, it?s a long story,? she started. ?What are you?? ?I?m a shifter, my animal is a tiger? he winked at her and grinned. She laughed, and at the same time processed the information. Wow, shifters? So they turn into animals. They had reached the end of the hallway. ?It was nice to meet?cha, Marv!? she said, genuinely. ?Good luck out there, and mind them were-wolves.