New SS: Starlight Express CLOSED Indefinitely - Page 76

She didn't move and felt the ticking of time take her back to a similar setting in her life, arresting and vivid in its recollection - precisely the kind she was ignoring ever since she came back. But with the nearness to the same people and energy, she felt tied and helpless with it's taking over in a sweeping force - which perhaps may not have been the case had she not resisted them all these days. However, they came and the unfurling seared its presence across all of her being.

She felt the anger of those early days come alive, like the wind in the kitchen she was standing in, uncoiling itself from the pit of her stomach. Arrogant bas***d that he was at the time. He was nothing like Maan, in his easy charm, free and over succulent words as if he was at odds with his own gorgeous magnificience. And what with the six foot frame stuffed with mass of bulk and flesh, running around in nothing but jeans proceeding the times he didn't show up for the meet and greet with her. It was like he wanted to announce visually all that she would be missing in life, if their alliance didn't come through, physically bringing into existence a strong friction between them from then on.

She knew about all the women who pined for him, from the uninvited tell tales of his free-love days from Aashi. To think that she was up against the skimpy clothed, stiletto wearing, hair in a wild up-do like those of paris models, was much a laughable matter, with her too conventional methods of dressing and yet she oddly couldn't pull back from the game when he practically behaved like he was a silent bully.

With the in-exhaustive persistence that their moms had, she was forced to show up at his house almost all weekends, excepting the ones he wasn't going to be around. Coming to think of it, she couldn't entirely agree she'd gone there for their mothers so much as to see for herself, how long he could keep up with his deft ways of tuning her presence out. "Don't mind Geet'He is opposing this proposal. So it's only obvious that he is going to act like you are not there. Even last night'" She could picture his mom moving with an awkward step between the stove and island, as she talked, "He behaved as if I wasn't in the room when I asked him his decision'You american kids'I have no hope for you stiff lipped children"

Another six months passed, each dancing to their shy tunes of avoidance, until the one day Aashi devoutly insisted on catching up with that vampire crazy movie that had the entire teen population of the world in its hooks. Although, what she hadn't known was that he was joining them at the theater until the picture started. He showed up next to her seat and froze with white horror, glancing back and forth between the ticket, Aashi and the empty seat that was next to her. Unable to back out now that he'd traversed to the middle of the row, stamping a few feet along the way and with his tall frame obstructing the view to the viewers behind, he sat down beside her. He must have had his tickets handed to him much earlier, conveniently schemed to keep their arrivals a secret from each other, she turned and cast an evil look at Aashi, which she turned a blind eye to and shrugged still looking at the screen.

She shuffled uncomfortable and suddenly she didn't know how or where to rest her elbows. A thin sheen of sweat laced her palms and she rubbed it against her jean. A whiff of very male perfume blew up against her face and she couldn't breath for another second or two, not knowing if they were pheromones that would do vicious things to her control which were already threatening to break under pressure.

It took her a while before she could busy herself with the scenes that were another drab of high school angst. All until Bella showed up at the biology lab and Edward's abysmal chalk face gave up and oozed color wanting to either throw up or run like the wind as her scent wafted into the room. The scene struck a strange familiarity as she continued to watch Edward convulse and collapse under his skin, the hardening of his jaw, the eyes that turned dark as fiery molten lava and the mountainous effort he put into taming the beastly desire to keep himself from punching holes in the crook of Bella's neck.

Without her knowing, her eyes flicked down to where he was clutching the arm rest and she saw the white of his knuckles. Her eyes drifted fixedly to his wrist and then his arms, visible from the roll of his shirt, and what she had always remembered seeing but only recognized then, made her heart drum up a frenzy of beats.

Just then Aashi's phone rang and she ran out to take the call as if she was being sought by the UN for world peace. He heard him cuss mildly and from the corner of her eyes noticed him raise his hand and rub his temples. Dammit, now she could hear the thud of his heart too, the theater swamped with a humming silence and her body attuned to his every suffering that made her want to run like Edward. Her chest stiffened with the knowledge of how affected he was almost to the point that it appeared frighteningly abnormal with his show of resistance that had gone a little too long.

It can't be, she told herself as she felt the dousing power of being desired by a man take over her senses. In that forgetful moment, she gave up all pretenses and turned fully to take in his face that was trying to achieve a balance between pained and bored. To her surprise, he closed his eyes, grabbing the arm rest more vehemently and she felt a cold tingle permeate her being with an unseen rush. His eyes flicked open shortly and his face drew nearer with a hard conviction that hadn't been there a second ago. She could almost see a smile break his thinned lips as she heard him say, "Shit'" and rake his fingers through his hair quickly.

He got up and bending low with his hands on either side of the arm rest, caged her to the seat making her sink deeper into the cushion. Without losing another instant, he kissed her smack on the lips and pulled back with a grin. She didn't move for an overblown paralysis had taken siege of her body with the exception of her eyes...It was fearfully wide and hazy from the current of sensations she was caught in. "If I were you...I wouldn't tell anyone about that'" She heard him whisper upon coming close to her ears and the next instant she watched him walk away leaving her as a tangled mess of cluelessness.

Her feet drew up to the seat in the dark and cold of the theater, her eyes unseeingly glued to the ground. She sat there absently in a strange mix of relief and alarm gripping her wildly, her mind free of every thought and action.

Aashi came back a few minutes after and jumped into place, "Where is he? Where did he disappear'?"

She was silent unable to muster a response back to Aashi. "Hey!" Aashi shook her shoulder, "What happened to you'"

"I don't know'" Was all she managed to say and for the rest of the evening, every time Aashi asked her if she was coming down with something.

That night she had the strangest feverish dreams making her sweat and scream. Sometimes from panic and at other times owing to a seeping pleasure from the blood being drawn out of her veins; a silver pain, whole and coarse emptying her of all feeling within her.

There was hardly anything left to guess when she woke up to find her hands instantly flying to touch her neck and lips. And that she'd been his prey and he the hunter...