This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?
However, beneath this surface, beneath the layers of illusion, Ivy was far from ordinary. It wasn’t that she had magical powers or anything of that sort, at least, not in the traditional sense. She just had a mysterious affinity for art, painting and drawing in particular. She had a way of making sense of the world through her paints and pencils. She never seemed able to leave her canvases and papers empty, she always filled them in – filling in every empty space from top to bottom and left to right. Her creations were always so filled with life that the images appeared as though they were in danger of spilling off the pages. What was most extraordinary about her creations however was that something unknown always seemed to reveal itself amidst the multitude of images that she could never quite comprehend with the complex rationality of her conscious mind. Though the images that revealed themselves were always of her own creation, she was never able to recall creating them. She was always, without exception, surprised upon viewing her finished work. She drew things that she did not know, secrets that had yet to be discovered, faded memories of her long forgotten past, and dreams that would never dare to be uttered. These images did not merely pertain to herself, but to all of her subjects - people, nature, and the universe itself. Whenever people gazed upon her artwork, they never failed to peer upon them in awe, in fascination and delight. They would ask her what these strange images meant, but she never seemed able to answer. Though she could draw the images, she could not explain them - people had to face their own secrets, their own hidden desires and yearnings, their own demons and fears. Everything was always up to the subject, never the revealers. Apart from this mysterious talent of hers, she appeared, as it has mentioned, the same as any other. She was rather small and fair of skin that was sprinkled with slight freckles, with luminescent emerald eyes – that her Nana Izzy often said could steal the soul of all who were pierced by them, and deep auburn locks of hair. Though she was strikingly beautiful to all those who beheld her, she appeared, apart from this unnatural beauty, to be normal in every sense of the word. The only abnormal thing about her appearance was a small, intricately designed, daisy tattooed on the underside of her wrist. When she’d asked Nana Izzy, her adopted mother who she loved and valued above all others, she replied that she’d had it since she was a baby
and found on the doorstep in front of St. Agnes’ Orphanage for children. What was most unusual about this particular tattoo was not the mere fact that she’d had it since near birth, but was that sometimes, out of the corner of her eye, she could swear she’d see it move, flutter, and breathe. She knew this was ridiculous and, whenever she saw such strange occurrences, pushed the thoughts out of her mind immediately. Because, after all, she constantly reminded herself, tattoos did not breathe. What was more, apart from these witnesses, her tattoo, upon pressing her nose up against it, actually smelled of a live, fresh daisy that had just been plucked from the wilderness itself. This too, she knew, was an impossibility. Even if it were made from some sort of scented ink, it surely could not have lasted this long; it surely would have faded by now. No matter however, by this point, Ivy had grown so accustomed to this strange tattoo of hers that she rarely gave it a moment’s thought. Nevertheless, there were times, however, usually just before sleep, where she imagined it meant something more, something magical – like it belonged to another world. Of course, she would never dream of admitting to such foolish thoughts of child-like fancy. It was a night like any other; Ivy sat at her mahogany desk in front of her bedroom window, overlooking the night sky and fields of flowers in front of her cottage-like house, painting the distant memories of her past. At least she thought they were of her past. Of course, as was usual, she couldn’t explain why she knew this, it was just a feeling she had that seemed to awaken itself from amidst her bones. She painted a woman, at least, what she thought was a woman – it was hard to tell for she was so hidden in the shadows that her figure could scarcely be discerned. From what she could tell, the woman was so beautiful that, upon gazing at her, caused her breathing to momentarily suspend itself. Despite her beauty, however, it was not a happy image. The woman lay in a soft bed encircled by decayed flowers and plants, all of which were nearly completely engulfed by the encroaching shadows. Her face was naive and peaceful. The shadows were murderous. The only redeeming quality of this particular image, the only semblance of hope, presented itself in the top most corner of the page. There, stood a woman with a baby cradled in her arms. She was the only source of light in the entire painting, which only reinforced the blinding quality of her luminescence. Ivy put down her brush to ponder the image before her. What did
it mean? Who were these intoxicatingly beautiful women and who was the baby in the luminescent woman’s arms? She did not know why, but she had a nagging suspicion that the baby was her. This was, of course, ludicrous – the image was so fantastical, so magical, that she could not possibly be a part of it. For, as she was constantly reminded by her once best friend, Elsie, magic was not real. Of course her current best friend, Adam, and her Nana Izzy, always insisted that there was no reason why magic should not be real. Ivy, however, knew that they were wrong. Most likely, they were merely trying to encourage her trust and belief in the power of imagination. But imagination, she knew, was not magic. Frustrated, she tossed her brushes into the cup of water she used for rinsing them and prepared for bed. She was rather tired after all. Upon waking, Ivy slipped her delicate feet into her purple fuzzy slippers, pulled on her velvet robe of lilac over her silky black slip and headed towards the bathroom to shower, brush her teeth, and prepare for the long day of work that lay ahead of her. She walked across her soft violet carpet – for, if you haven’t been able to tell by this point, purple, in every shade, was her absolute favourite color – and made her way towards her bathroom. The only color that could come near competition was green, which was spread, in a vibrant shade of emerald, much like her eyes, across her bedroom and bathroom walls. She could not explain her affinity for these colors, but they seemed to stir something inside of her, to awaken something in the deepest-most pit of her soul. Upon entering the bathroom, she grabbed her purple tooth-brush, rinsed it, and spread a small pea-size drop of tooth paste onto it. She never liked to look at herself as she did this, for, despite her ethereal beauty, she always felt uncomfortable looking at herself for too long. She brushed her teeth until they felt smooth and clean and turned on her bathtub faucet to warm the water for her shower. If she had not turned back to grab her comb on her bathroom counter this particular morning, she may not have noticed the most striking change about her. She dropped the comb she had just picked up onto the floor as she gazed up at her reflection in the mirror. What she saw was startling. In the place of her usual auburn locks, were long black waves, so dark that they seemed to contain the shadows themselves within them. The eyes that stared back at her were not the usual emerald eyes, but were speckled with shades of violet and jade. Her mouth hung open. She could not explain, for the life of her, what
brought on this strange shift in her appearance. While most teenagers might, upon discovering such strangeness, run to their mothers for coalescence, Ivy did not. She was unusually independent for her age – not the kind of independence that adolescents demanded when they reached a certain age, but a true independence that reflected a need to take care of everything herself. She did not want to bother her Nana Izzy with such strangeness; she planned to tell her that her coworker and friend, Liza, had dyed her hair after work. And that, she decided, was that. She chose not to puzzle over the matter anymore than was necessary; for, she could not change what had already occurred. Such thoughts were a mark of her unnatural maturity and acceptance of strangeness in the world she lived in. So, just as she would have any other day, she showered, dressed herself in her in her high-rise greens shorts and black collared shirt – which, along with a green apron and roller skates, were part of her work attire at the ‘60s diner, California Dreamin’, where she worked – and headed, before her Nana Izzy could wake, out the door for work. Ivy walked through the doors of California Dreamin’ with a forced air of confidence that she did not feel. She knew she would be greeted with an abundance of “what did you do to your hair’s?”, and she didn’t much feel like dealing with them. You see, even though she could lie – in fact she could do it rather well if she needed to – she really didn’t like having to do it. Whenever she lied, she felt as though something wasn’t right inside of her – it was a similar feeling to the way she felt whenever the urge to vomit took hold of her. Regardless, despite any aversions to lying she might feel, she knew, in this particular instance, that she must. It wasn’t as if she could just march into work saying, “Oh, yeah, I just woke up with a different hair color,” and be taken seriously. No, she would have to lie. It was really the only way. Sure enough, the first thing she heard upon entering the door was Liza’s, her very best friend at work who she fortunately worked alone with on Saturday’s, shrieks of, “Ivy! What on earth did you do to your hair?” When Ivy looked up at her with a look of annoyance she added, “Not that it doesn’t look amazing! I love it!” And, just like that, Ivy believed her. That was the thing about Liza, every word that was uttered out of her mouth was spoken with such a level of utmost sincerity that she
You look gaaawgeous. Minutes later. that she often thought of herself in such ways. a feeling that told them that they could trust the other and know that their intentions were good. When first meeting Lucius. even. The two seemed to understand each other on some level that no one else had ever been able to. For a moment.” Ivy laughed in what felt like the first time in a long time.” Liza screamed. indicating the arrival of a customer. Liza seemed to see right into the pit of her soul. her ex-boyfriend that she had been foolish enough to date on the mere premise of illusions. in a mock version of what she called her grandmother’s “Jewish voice.” as their manager liked to put it – Ivy heard the bell on the front door. after putting on her skates and apron – for. because of this. He was just like every other adolescent young male in Sunnybrook – . if they didn’t care about them in return.” Ivy murmured as she greeted her in the diner’s entryway. she soon learned that this illusion of his. an illusion.couldn’t possibly help but trust her whole-heartedly. I’m thinking about changing it back though. “It’s so snow white. all the waitresses were required to serve their customers’ on roller skates for an extra “touch of ambience. You see. this image of perfection. what Nana Izzy liked to call. it was only Lucius. as her best friend Adam liked point out. “I did it last night. she felt a curious sensation grasp hold of her – a sensation that seemed to shout from within that the world as she knew it was about to change. She skated over to the door to greet the customer and escort them to their seat. But alas. respectable boy who she could trust and let down her rigid guard with. Ivy had become wary of whether or not any human being had as soft a heart of hers – not. nor lies spoken. always treated everyone else in such a way as to ensure that no feelings were hurt. “sensitives” – they saw the world through their emotions and.” she squealed. It was just a feeling.” “Nonsense. She suspected that was part of the reason why she liked her so much. they understood each other on such a deep level. for one fleeting moment. was just that. prior to meeting Liza. They truly cared about everyone they met. “Thanks Liza. he seemed a kind. To her dismay however. that there really weren’t any words to explain it away. She began to feel as though everything would be okay. as though everything was normal again. The two girls were both.
a tall slender frame that nevertheless showed evidence of definition. and a tight black T-Shirt. she did not know. Her breath caught in her throat. “I’m hurt you won’t serve us yourself. What she saw was sheer. Why they insisted on eating at California Dreamin’ every Saturday.consumed by the incessant drive for sex. large black skater shoes. Moments later she heard the loud bing of the door. What’s the matter. her heart skipped a beat as she reached out her arm to catch the apparent stranger’s attention. “Ivy dear. and skated over to greet the next customer. It was. For some reason. as she grabbed three menus for him and his friends and lead them towards the furthermost table. Liza immediately hopped up off her counter stool and skated over to Lucius’s table to take their no doubt complicated orders. They thought it highly amusing. She’d have to think up a way to pay her back for her constant kindness. And all his pretences.” she heard Lucius call out. as conquests or games with which they sought to emerge victorious. so she shut her book. She would not be serving them. most likely. quite suddenly. When she reached him. dumped him in front of the whole school after he had tried to publically put his hand down her shirt to grab hold of her breasts. She could just see a wild bush of shaggy ink black hair. she couldn’t quite explain. They always liked to make things difficult for them. all his acts good intentions. The Birth of Tragedy. she knew Liza would understand and take up the task good-naturedly. he turned around. Irritated. raw beauty in . were nothing but illusory lies held onto in order to acquire a sexual conquest.” he said. due to the humiliation she had inflicted on Lucius when she. by Freidrich Nietzsche which she was currently reading. hopped up from the stool she had been seated on. that was all he cared about. as it had become painfully obvious after just a week of dating. Ivy grabbed her book. and prepared to read until the arrival of the next customer. “Hey baby. before she could reach him. Sure enough. upon revealing her predicament to Liza. But. laughing so hard he could barely get the words out. For. his back was facing away from her. and a pair of faded dark jeans. For that was how the males of Sunnybrook saw women. don’t like me?” He teased.
Prior to today. “why don’t you glance over the menu and I’ll be right with you. “I’ll just be a minute. “get you a table?” He grinned at her. she had never once encountered a soul who could rival her in the paleness department. but because in a town the size of Sunnybrook. velvety voice that grabbed hold of her heart and shook it out of balance. a slant. What was she saying. She felt electric currents pulsate through her body.its essence. Which was odd because. froze somehow. amidst all this. she knew not simply because of the strange manner in which he spoke.” She was trying. maybe a little bit older. A beautiful boy.” she stuttered after catching her breath. Which. “Sure. Why should this stranger make her so uncomfortable? He was just a boy after all. she knew every one of its inhabitants.” she informed him. “Right this way. although she’d experienced this ill-at-ease when first working at California Dreamin’. who looked to be about her age. of course it wasn’t her soul his eyes were reflecting. She set down his menu and beckoned for him to be seated. rather fruitlessly to redeem some semblance of the professionalism she had allowed to momentarily slip. “Can I. with him trailing behind her.” she managed. after another moment’s hesitation. And. And when he touched her it was if time stood still. The boy.” he murmured. she heard a faint. If you would be so obliged? Who on earth talked like that these days? He obviously wasn’t from around here.” he said in a smooth. which was so small you could walk to the other side of town and back. grabbing hold of her hand before she could skate off. She grabbed a menu and skated over to the table where he would be seated. beautiful rhythmic melody inside the . She gazed into his beautiful black eyes and saw her soul reflected back in them. She suddenly felt strange on her roller-skates. “If you would be so obliged. she had been working there for so long by now that she had more than gotten used to it. she had clearly been reading too many fantasy books. she reminded herself. sideways grin that revealed his perfect white teeth. had jet black eyes to match his scruffy hair and paper white skin.
work wonders. as she exited the bathroom stall. but a smile so big that it caused her heart to skip a beat.” “Thank you. “Okay. “Oh nothing. upon finally regaining control of her bodily functions. “Gotta get back to ass boy. but he looked just as taken aback as she felt. “It’ll be up in just a minute.” he replied. placing his hand on her wrist again before . You can’t let yourself get swept away by looks alone.” Liza continued as she swung the bathroom door shut behind her.” “Here. “Not at all.” she managed. “I’m just feeling a little off color is all.” she replied. She looked up at him to see if he was the source of this. she always knew when to immediately hate someone who’d wronged one of her friends. “They’re Oxycottons.” And then he smiled again. “What can I get for you?” she asked. “I’ll just have a chocolate shake if it’s not too much trouble.” “Thanks.” she heard Liza bellow from a nearby stall. always putting her friends above anyone else. popping one of the small white pills into her mouth and swallowing. see you out there.” Liza said. okay get a hold of yourself. mirroring eyes of his. Ivy gathered up her courage and headed out the bathroom door to wait on this mysterious stranger.” Ivy managed.” “What’s that.” she said. this time not just a smirk.” she managed. “I’ll be right back. I take them all the time. That was another thing she liked about Liza. just like any other. She had gotten lost in those deep. “Don’t mention it. She was just sweet like that.pit of her own head.” she muttered to herself as she entered the diner’s bathroom. He smirked up at her. handing her a bottle of pills.” sang Liza as she washed her hands. after what felt like an eternity. as she reached his table. “He’s just a boy. “Take one of these. startled back to reality.
though she did not know how. to get far away from him. the lights overhead flickered and sparks fell from the ceiling all around her. She felt the easing of her nerves as the oxygen made its way from her lungs into her brain. perhaps too eagerly. She picked it up and skated. She remembered the words of her psychiatrist. She took several deep breaths. she felt something else. And something. it nevertheless eased the speed at which her thoughts flew out at her. So long as you allowed oxygen to travel freely throughout your body. something more. Along with this urge to be near him. a strange fear emitting from within herself that seemed to scream warnings of danger – telling her to run. And now. And this time. it did work to some extent. Oh yes. She was just imagining things. Then. . What was going on these days? First. for she knew. she heard the bell from the kitchen. It was a feeling that spoke to her through her bones.she could leave. easing her nerves back to some semblance of a normalacy. indicating the customer’s order being ready. when he touched her. truth be told. whom her Nana Izzy had forced her to see in order to “deal” with the trials of adoption and the loss of her blood family. the strange image she had created from her past. Whatever refief this allowed her. And. she told herself repeatedly. once whatever strange connection between the two of them had broken. Bing. She skated over to the counter and pinned the strange customer’s order above the kitchen entrance. Ivy slipped her hand away from beneath Ian’s grasp.” she managed. Breathe. that it had something to do with her past. Breathe. it was that nothing could ever take control of your body so long as you remembered to breathe properly. “I’ll be right back. however. She grabbed the chocolate shake from the Lazy Susan between the kitchen and the counter where she stood. Surely it was coincidence. though she tried to pretend as if this mysterious stranger meant nothing to her. What was it she’d always told her? She screwed her brain up trying to remember. she could nevertheless not quell the longing she felt to run back to him and basque in his presence. over to the customer’s table. there was the strange change in the coloring of her hair and eyes that she had woken up with this morning. trying to break whatever spell she was under. Flow. this… For.
he spat in her face.” he continued. And then. with a false note of enthusiasm and calm that she did not feel.” continued the boy. to her utter disbelief. Her breathing. “For your troubles. “My pleasure. “she’s a tease. “sorry. “I’d be careful if I were you. But he was already back at his table and. the strange customer was right in front of Lucius’s cocky face. laughing. “Thanks. She’d never put out. Lucius merely grinned back at him.” to the ground and him and his cronies backed out of the diner’s door. to her astonishment. Oh no. Perhaps Lucius sensed danger in the boy’s tone for the next thing she knew. mocking tone.” Ivy could feel the uneven beats of her heart growing faster. in the direction of the customer’s table. before leaving. more money than she had ever seen. “Be careful boy. “I said apoligize. Lucius’s mouth was twisted into a malicious grin. In an instant. “Apologize.” he ordered in a voice so commanding that it didn’t sound right coming out of a boy his age’s mouth. trying to laugh off the whole situation. The two merely looked into each other’s eyes for a long time until she heard Lucius’s laughter from behind her. was finishing the milkshake that she couldn’t fathom how he had had time to drink. unsteadied itself. which she had worked so hard to control. nothing more than a little tease.” she stuttered into the direction where the boy had just been.“Here you go. “Ivy here likes to lure men into her grasp and then drop them the moment they’re hooked. noticing the stunned .” This last bit was dripping with a sarcasm so heavy that it was really much meaner than anything he had said before.” he remarked. he murmured.” he said in a ruthless. She turned around.” she chimed. melodic voice.”he bellowed in his smooth. Then he thrust a large wad of bills into her hand. to yell at Lucius to leave them alone if he had finished. she’s far to good for that. grasping at his collar and holding him up in the air.
“Oh. “What was that about?” She heard Liza asking from behind. in an amuzing tone. Ivy. “Stir-fried tofu and vegetables. “I don’t know. Clang. “He left me a massive tip!” And she reached her hand into her apron pocket only to pull out a large pile of leaves and stones that seemed to have replaced the wad of bills the boy had given her. hopelessly independent and determined to manage everything herself. trying to force her mind back to happier thoughts. already tired of having to answer such questions. Though she no doubt felt gratitude towards the strange boy. “What did you do to your hair?” She finally managed after several moments silence. She had dropped the pan she had been washing as she took in Ivy’s changed appearance. turning around from the kitchen sink to face Ivy. And furthermore. in utter bewilderment. And Ivy’s mouth fell open… II. “I. She had always been that way.look on her face. Like it?” . But these were not normal circumstances. she would have shared the same amusement in Lucius’s fear.” she finally said. setting down her heavy bag of books that she always carried everywhere with her.. she felt just as much fear herself as she did gratitude.” Ivy began. She clearly found Lucius’s weakness in the presence of this strange customer highly amusing. under normal circumstances.” “I’ve never seen Lucius back down to anyone in all my life. shoved the wad of bills into her apron pocket as she stared at the boy now exiting. “Liza dyed it after work. “What’s for dinner?” Ivy asked her Nana Izzy as she walked through the kitchen door. he left the way he had entered. just like that. And then.” she replied.” continued Liza. Ivy could not blame her for.” she stammered. “Look at this. she nevertheless liked to fight her own battles herself.
smooth.” Izzy began after several moments. though she could explain away her hair by pigments and dyes. But tonight. as she reached a hand up to her own flaming red hair.“Well you know how partial I am to red. I just thought. At first. Painting always calmed her somehow. “They were just like that when I woke up. The velvet voice contained such an element of sadness within it that.” “Thanks Nana. what she hoped. at smoothing out the rough edges and re-establishing a semblance of normalacy. who was always so good at easing her worries. And Ivy loved her for it. she was too exhausted even for that. nothing to be worried about. Suddenly she could not understand why she had feared Izzy’s reaction. in all its beauty. would be a long peaceful night of slumber. “what on earth happened to your eyes?” This was the question Ivy was dreading. crawled into bed.” stammered Ivy. chasing .” she admitted.” she repeated. It came from somewhere in the distance. She pulled on her purple paisly pajamas. she could not quite explain away the flecks of violet and jade that had materialized in her eyes overnight.” That was Izzy’s way. “But if you like it. “Yeah. Ivy went to bed early that night without even bothering to begin her ritual nightly painting. For.” began Izzy.” “Well. I’m thinking about changing it back. of course.” “Well you know you always look beautiful no matter what. and stretched out her thin limbs to prepare for. That night. soothed her nerves. A soft. it was so faint she could scarcely hear it. Ivy heard a voice in her dreams. made her yearn to seek it out – to somehow soothe its pain. she always responded to change unnervingly well in the face of everything. How very wrong she was.” Ivy replied in relief. velvety voice that lulled her deep into submission. “Thanks. But what on earth…” continued Izzy as she got a closer look at Ivy’s altered appearance. “I don’t know. then I like it. “I guess its just one of those things that was bound to happen with puberty. “I just thought… it was time for a change. that she always did before nightfall. Izzy. They’re beautiful. She ran into the woods she presently found herself in.
she had slept so poorly that she felt as if her dreams were not mere dreams. Before she could regain control of herself. She’d never known anything so absolutely in her entire life. She ran until it seemed her lungs would explode. Finally. for the life of her. truly felt. She ran until she grew so weak that she quite literally collapsed. The more she ran. She called out to no one. She called to it. beautiful voice – the voice of the boy she’d met that day in the diner. it was something more – more than mere coincidence. and tight black leggings and black. This time it was loud. praying for a response. her surroundings shifted from the darkness of the woods to the heavenly light of the sky. fuzzy boots. violet mini skirt. She couldn’t remember. it called out to her. She dressed herself in a sheer black shirt. and combed her long. desperate to find its owner. what she’d been dreaming about. To her surprise. Ivy woke in a state of complete exhaustion. on the contrary. . She brushed her teeth. the beautiful. the velvety voice enveloped her in its embrace. but actual events that she partook in.the voice. but all she could remember was a voice. She squeezed her eyelids shut. she could feel her whole body quivering from head to toe. demanding its presence. was it something more? For some unknown reason that she couldn’t even voice out loud in the privacy of her own bedroom she felt. peaceful sleep she had yearned for. however. searching for something too beautiful to present itself. Her pajamas were soaked through with a cold sweat that pervaded her entire body. trying desperately to cling onto to the fading images. All she knew was that it was important. it dissipated into nothingness. She hadn’t gotten that long. velvet voice called back to her. now black hair out so as to smooth out all the tangles. Ivy awoke in a sudden fright. The velvety voice did not reply for a long time. an eerily familiar. exhausting her more every minute. She ran into the darkness. What did it mean? Was it mere coincidence? Was it simply her unconscious mind stringing together images of the day before? Or. The next morning. This was her favorite outfit – it comforted her somehow when days were hard. the farther it seemed to get. But. singing her name. not appearing to be holding on to anything for support. She ran until the muscles in her limbs burned. just as it started to feel more tangible. She found herself floating in mid-air. washed her face.
“almost .” Ivy managed.” retorted Izzy. not pushing – just putting the offering out there. to quote Mean Girls.” Then.” said her Nana. and then. I hope you’ll be feeling better soon. And Elsie.” muttered Ivy as she poured herself a bowl of cereal and seated herself at the kitchen table. She always left her to her own devices. who was so desperate to become one of them. she kissed the top of Ivy’s head and said.” “I know. she added. “All right.” “That’s an understatement. “I can see that. She hated the lot of them for their “higher than thou” superiority complex. she was alarmingly level-headed in the presence of hardship. and her fellow minions to Stacey Anne’s posse. “I had a rough night. She passed Elsie. rising and rinsing her mug of coffee. You know I’m always here. feeling as though she might be acting too distant to not raise further suspicion. and Adam because he was. noticing Ivy’s outfit upon her entrance into the kitchen. not prying. “you’re looking a bit off color. through a large mouthful of cereal. That was another thing Ivy loved about her Nany Izzy. allowing her to at as she chose. “I’ll be in my bedroom should you need me. “Just had bad dreams.” Ivy walked into Buffalo High School that morning not expecting anything unusual to transpire. she always knew when not to pry.” Ivy replied. All of them gave her glaring looks as she passed by. not much in the mood for her Nana’s questioning. “Thanks. Ivy.” And she truly felt it. That was what they had done to Elsie two years ago. They thought they were such royalty that they could actually dictate who was an acceptable friend to have.” Nana Izzy said. “have a nice first day of school my dear.“Someone’s anticipating a hard day ahead of her. Ivy glared back. because she was too beautiful to be tolerated – and they were all too jealous to want to give her the time of day. complied with little to no hesitation when they told her she would have to ditch Ivy and her now best friend Adam. her once best friend who had sold her soul to the popular two years ago. she never let strange occurences get the better of her. “Not really.” she replied. “Want to talk about it?” Asked her Nana. nothing a long day won’t wash out.
and god-like hair. “Close enough. It . every morning before the first bell rang. slipping her hands over his eyes. the two would. her and Adam were far better off without their approval. She never quite shared his obsession with gazing at male beauty. Cher was his all time idol. “Oh is that all?” She teased. “Only the most gorgeos guy ever to walk the earth has enrolled here and is in OUR grade. Umm “Cher?” he squeeled. in his hopelessly idealistic voice. And he was.” he sang.” No matter. effervescent skin. share a cup of coffee and. where she knew Adam would be waiting for her. with an air of forced nonchalence.” She ran up to him from behind.too gay to function. “Guess who?”She murmured into his ear. when she reached the cafeteria she spotted Adam’s mop of shaggy blonde hair almost immediately. describing his beautiful lashes. She walked down the halls until she reached the school cafeteria. if they were feeling up to it. that enhanced what he liked to call his “perfect arse.” she said as she slunk herself down in the seat next to him. He was wearing his favorite green hoodie and tight black jeans. a lemon poppyseed muffin.” she managed. forcing a little bit of enthusiasm to pour through her voice. “Oh my goddesses Ivy you should see him. in a would-be-casual tone. “So what’s today’s gossip. he adored every thing about her right down to her odd eccentricities.” she asked as she took a sip of the coffee he had in front of him. It had become a kind of ritual of sorts. finally allowing the enthusiasm that had clearly been building up in him all morning to pour out. she told herself as she passed their ruthless clique. Not that she wasn’t interested in boys. she was – just not in an obssessive way like Adam was. She could always count on Adam to know the most intriguing information in the school. Sure enough.” he said. She nevertheless enjoyed the gossip-like banter the two partook in. “Sounds intriguing.
made her feel normal somehow. greatful for his choosing to not make a big deal about the change. “By the way. she did. which. the boy from her dream. she was. shoving off any weirdness and nudging him in the ribs. it didn’t always work. “Woah. Ivy walked to English class. “There he is. when she managed to accept this strange reappearance of the black haired boy. striding in such a way so as to make his hair flow with a breeze in his wake. Somehow.” that Adam always voiced when she was upset about Elsie’s ease at becoming turn-coat.” he added in. before any more weirdness could emerge. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a good student.” she murmured. Adam shoved her so hard she nearly fell off her chair. pointing in the direction of the cafeteria’s entryway. was a relief. He looked at her then. “Dig the hair. She couldn’t explain her antisocial tendencies.”she said.” “Shutup. She walked through the doorway. “Weird he said.” “They’re not contacts. As Ivy had arrived several minutes before the first bell. or didn’t care. she’d just grown up seeing more bad in the student body than good. alone. and took the seat in the backmost corner. Mr. Then. Ivy sucked in her breath. “her loss. “Always knew you were special Ivy. indicating . Rogers.” Ivy laughed at this. walking through the doorway was the door from the diner. only letting it out when she managed to regain her composure.” he finally said. great contacts too. in an offhand sort of way. And there. really looked at her. trying not to absorb the harsh stares of Elsie and Stacey Anne. given the strange occurences that had been happening to her as of late. she merely liked sitting in the back – away from all the stares of the other students. who she had always liked.” his eyes growing a little wider. What was Elsie’s problem? How could she so easily pretend that the two hadn’t been in diapers together? She tried to repeat the wisdom. greeted her teacher. hoping he would continue with this casual indifference.
pulled the hood up over her head. Her mind began to wander. But. more importantly why was in her in dream and why. “What brings you to this lovely town?” “My grandfather. who has recently moved here out of sheer restlessness. It was just her luck that. Great. Who was this boy? And. He smiled at her tentatively. black haired boy sliding into the seat next to her. whom I had been living with. “Your name is?” He prompted. They weren’t all bad. the first time any student had chosen to sit next to her in she couldn’t remember how long. I never got the chance to formally introduce myself to you the other day.” Ivy just stared up at him in disbelief. She slipped on her black hoodie. almost as though this pleasure was just as much a surprise to him as it was to her. “it was terribly rude of me. She didn’t want him to get the wrong impression of the people of Sunnybrooke. easing towards the brink of unconsciousness. allowing his outstreched hand to fall to his side. . “Ivy.” he added as an afterthought. rather rudely she feared.” he continued. at Ivy’s prolonged silence.” he said. she allowed the wave of exhaustion she had been feeling all morning wash over her.” he whispered.” “He’s a bit of a nomad. feeling she ought to at least attempt at polite conversation.” she finally managed after quite some time. She looked up and saw. would be him. tired of me and sent me here to live with my uncle. “What about your parents?” She asked. the ashen faced. reached out his hand and said. not taking his hand. why. Cole. before sleep took hold of her she was suddenly shaken awake.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you Ivy. did the mother he had given to her turn to bits of leaves and stones? “I guess I can understand you reluctance. I regretted it of course.the commencement of the school day. “Ivy. and rested her head on her folded across her desk.” she began. chuckling everso-slightly. “I’m Ian. to her great irritation and mounting anxiety. “So.
endless amounts of trashy magazines and gossip about all the phonies at school.” She had. Ivy went to the local bookstore with Adam to peruse. A voice inside her head seemed to warn her of some emmanent danger about him. growing more irritated by the second. in a strikingly matter-of-fact tone. the short. as well as the magnetic pull she felt. She knew this.” And then. beared and slightly chubby English teacher chimed in. after a pause. “I hadn’t really noticed. Rogers.” she managed. she shared the truth that she rarely spoke of to anyone. noticing the blush in her cheeks. It frightened her. “I’m sorry.“Both dead. as was their custom on the first of every month. “I heard you had English with him. there was a resounding fear. truly looking sorry. was sheer foolishness and thus. amidst this strange desire for him. before the conversation could progress any further. “I never told you that.” she began. noticing Ivy’s foul mood.” he chortled. no doubt tactfully slipped in.” And then. Partly because she was not used to such feelings and partly because. the stronger the pull to get closer felt. to her astonishment. “Oh. handing out syllabi and introducing the aims of the class.” Which was odd. both . tried to ignore them as much as possible. “Dish. he added. Ivy bolted from her seat and hurried out the door before Ian had a chance to say anything more to her. the bell rang and Mr. Adam. That afternoon. And then. The further she tried to situate herself from him.” he said. Finally. As soon as the bell rang. brown-haired. feeling guilty.” he said.” “How did you know I had english with him?” She asked. after a very prolonged silence he said. “So how bout that new kid? Is he a god or what?” “I.” “Give it up. Perhaps this was due to the magnetic pull she felt between her and Ian. given his usual proneness to burst out in fits of laughter. “both my parents are dead too. remained startlingly silent during their investigation of this month’s “100 ways to pleasure your man.” “I’m sorry to hear it. The class seemed to endure for an eternity.
her breath coming up short.”she said. but magical? Really? Let’s not get carried away here. “What were you two doing talking about me anyhow?” “He just asked me about you is all.” “Oh. told me. his voice casual and unaffected. “he was asking about me?” What was he doing asking about her? And why was he so interested? No one took any interest in Ivy.” Adam began.” he retorted.” At this. “Oh Ivy you should hear him! He’s simply amazing! He can play practically every intstrument beautiful and the music well.” “What.” Adam replied. Stacey Anne would soon put an end to it. “Just that you worked a lot and really dug art. “What did he ask?” “He just said you seemed interesting is all and wanted to know more about you.” “You’ll just have to hear it yourself if you don’t believe me.” he replied. with mounting enthusiasm.” “And you told him what?” Ivy probed. still laughing. “Yeah we had music together. so you two have been talking?” She asked. Ivy finally laughed. neglected to mention any interaction between Ian and her to anyone. “He uh. makes you forget all your worries and troubles so that you and his music is the only thing in the world. “Oh.” Ivy stammered. it wasn’t as though she had any claim over either of them. “it sort of carries you away with it. “Yeah.” . It was magical. umm. hesitantly.” he paused for a second in thought.because she wanted to and because she felt it was right in her bones. get a grip on yourself would you? I mean I know you’ve had your crushes before. really. “Oh Adam. “Whatever. She didn’t know why this irritated her so much. or if they did. and then added. I told him you kicked its ass. an air of defiance in his voice.
” “How did you know about that?” “He told me that’s where you two met the other day.” And then she added.” “I know Ivy. I just have a headache.” he added. I know. now more curious than ever.” trying not to feel too irritated at his kind words. more to soothe Adam’s feelings than anything else.” “Thanks Adam. it seems he travelled a lot with his grandfather. growing more and more curious. I thought we shared everything. defensively.” he continued.” “I just can’t get over how beautiful he is.” he continued. I guess I hadn’t really noticed much. “why did you tell him that?” “Because you do. “Must have slipped my mind I guess. “Oh all around. “Yeah.” she pressed. hoping he’d soon drop the subject.” “Which is?” Ivy asked. “He seemed really interested in your art. “Really. “Everyone knows you’re the baddest chick around when it comes to art. “why didn’t you tell me you two had already met.“And why. “Yeah. “You know I tell you everything important. Why should he be interested in anything like that? While it is true that people used to be very interested in her strange drawings. “I told him about your strange prophetic drawings and he seemed to know something about it. looking hurt. Am I boring you with my Ian talk?” He asked. clinging to this excuse as a .” Said Ivy.” asked Ivy. “No. all the hype surrounded them had pretty much died out. She guessed it just had to do with him being new was all. But I think he considers California his home. That reminds me.” Adam insisted.” Adam pressed. Maybe that’s why he weant to California Dreamin’ the other day. Said that kind of thing was more common from where he’s from.” she said. “You seem bored.” he continued.
” “Ok . towards her car. and did not love Damien. and balance above all else. It was the balanced. however. birth and re-birth. They carried out their duties harmoniously. unchanging land – it emphasized order. the very heart of the Faery Realm and the center point for all of its magic. Then. came Damien. He quite emphatically agreed. in harmonious cooperation – Faerie never needed to exist. who had the power to make all in her presence feel like Kings and Queens themselves. chaos and order. He was prophecized to be the Faeries’ King. his whole of existence had been spent in this new world. and destruction.” he said. order. “Call me later okay?” “Sure. a world that necessitated the existence of Faerie. confident that one day her love would be returned to him. Etienne. who oversaw all things and all was peaceful. sobriety and intoxication. Ian’s lovely grandfather. the Fey never needed the existence of Faerie – that court which oversees all things and ensures the maintenance of balance and order in the world. they lived together harmoniously. The Queen. Determined. The Fey used to live together. Certain faeries had affinities towards creation. For all of nature is a process of creation and destruction. life and death. I’m just not feeling so great. In the past. however.reason to leave. Etienne. He found it irritating beyond belief that the only entryway between the Faery Realm and the mortal one was through and in Faerie. logic. Faerie was the capital of the Faery Realm and ultimately had command over everything that went on within it. the perfect match for Etienne as rulers of the Otherworld. Damien asked Etienne what it would take to become her king. the indivual and the community.” said Ivy as she swung her bag over her shoulder and headed out of the bookstore. He. “I think I’m gonna bail. Ian: Ian walked through the border that lead from Faerie to the Mortal Realm. He had never known the world that way. taken aback. Sorry Adam. Etienne pondered for a near fortnight and returned with the decision that he could be her King under the condition that they neither married nor became lovers. fell instantly in love with her and decided he would not be content lest he could have her. upon meeting the beautiful Etienne. . There was one Queen. and all was balanced. had a heart for another.
Damien walked up to the small cottage where he knew the mortal girl to live. into the mortal realm. and capture the girl. first to observe. and for this reason. Damien murdered him in the hopes that someday Etienne could learn to love him instead. All of his court’s magic had been employed to find her. Ian went – to find. Seeing no other choice. He passed through the waterfall that divided the two realms and ventured out into the mortal world. and then to bring back with him to his land. The Dionysian. When she discovered Damien’s hand in the murder of her love. but all had been fruitless. music and dance. with Damien. Half felt their loyalty to the Queen. captured the new Queen and seduced her into a state of permanent slumber. She gave birth to a beautiful girl. with Etienne. where Damien would no doubt destroy her. art and poetry. However. devasted by unrequited love and the death of his beloved. Damien’s court. Etienne lived in misery for what felt an eternity. to the King. the other. He set out now to find her. desperate for his grandfather’s approval. seduce. whom they cherished above all others. the birth and creation of all things. that court which oversees all things and demands order and balance between the other two courts. Damien. became the court of beatiful images and creativity. then to interact and seduce. And it was here. Thus arose the creation of the two courts – the Dionysian. and the Apollonian. Hence arose Faerie. lest she replace her mother in her throne. All had been going well until the discovery of Roslyn’s daughter. he could not find her until now. Her love for the poor solitary fey that so held her heart remained strong and unbreaking. They now new where she was taken. The courts became so divided that they threatened to overtake each other. The Apollonian court. and sexual passion. remained defiant. The Dionysian court was relishing in their new power. Seventeen years had past and all was going well. Damien never knew she had birthed a child and. set out to find the girl to destroy her. What Damien did not know was that Etienne was pregnant with the solitary fey’s child. Damien had given Ian his orders to do so and Ian. destruction. The courts were named after their gods Dionysus and Apollo. agreed to the task in earnest. upon discovering this. until now. where she was no longer fit to rule. she grew furious and all of Faery grew divided. Etienne however was weak. whom she named Roslyn. she soon died of a broken heart and left her court to her daughter.however. The cottage was small and encircled by a rather large field of . chaos. grew to be the court of intoxication. Etienne’s.
was different. She looked soft and peaceful. taking in its surroundings. he thought to himself. so fair that he. up the stairs – where he could smell the mortal girl’s living quarters – and through he bedroom door. more orderly. a drawing – a beautifully intoxicating drawing. He walked over to the desk in the furthermost left corner of the room. that her life should have to end. and a strange beacon of light which took the shape of a woman in the top-right corner. however. He shunned at this inclination of his towards order. It was odd. He walked around her room. Purple was everywhere – her lamp shade. Amidst this abundance of purple was a myriad of different drawings and paintings she had. Everything else was chaos. nearly risking waking the girl. He gazed down at the image and nearly let out a gasp of shock. It was no surprise that this mortal girl should have the gift of creating beauty. that she should be involved in anything to do with the fey. She was sleeping. was no longer a child. he should not find it so easing. after all. She had passed through the intagible barrier between childhood and adolescence. No matter. the color purple. He had always felt out of place in his court. Maybe she belonged with him. He was. Daisies were responsible for his court’s inability to find her.daisies. It was fitting that the next air to the Apollonian court should have a propensity towards the arts. Ian grinned to himself. etc. the soft carpet. the small lit lanterns around the borders of the walls. in his court. throught the wooden walls. how angelic and innocent. the plastic god after all – the god of beauty and image. It was merely better this way. This mortal girl. Daisies were the culprit. were scatters of paints and pencils and. that she’d be able to see him if she awoke. Her skin was fair. however. How delicate she looked lying there. he chortled as he passed through the white picket fence. Not. done herself. He could see that she quite liked to draw and paint and. It had become common knowledge among all who knew of the faery folk that daisies would protect a child from capture by the fey. On it. like an outsider somehow. Ian. after all. could see blue veins shining through her skin. after all. As Ian gazed down at the image he saw a beautiful woman resting in slumber. a member of the Dionysian court and should thus always opt for chaos. that wouldn’t work anymore. her long auburn locks spread out across her pillow. it was in her blood after all. with his faery sight. It was as they had suspected – daisies. It was a pity. so pleasant – he was. no doubt. enveloped .
He had expected to be in control of the situation. or near mortal. He had not expected the mortal. Did she know? Could she know that her mother was in a state of permanent slumber over in his court? It wasn’t possible. not teach her the ways of faery – not become a friend to her. his job was to seduce and capture her. perhaps it would soon become necessary for her to learn the power of how to weave a glamour. Maybe she was more faery than human. deciding to visit her at her work place the day. who had really been a parent to him his whole life. eyes that held within them the sheer essence of nature. and left the way he had entered. Perhaps she really was more fey than mortal. was currently reside – all on the pretense of their mortality. He thought back to the change in her eye and hair color and attributed these changes to her faery blood. he was now a solid mass. He wondered at what it could mean. it read. he was rather disconcerted by the whole exchange. as he shook his head fervently. He felt strange and unnerved. he decided as he shook himself out. Ian walked out the doors of California Dreamin’. which gave him both the appearance and physical composition of a mortal – rather than being fluid energy. “Work Schedule for California Dreamin’” He pocketed the piece of paper. Maybe she had prophetic skill as well as artistic impulses. What was he saying. he said to himself as he made his way over to the home his uncle Cole. he would have to teach her. he thought as he looked upon the sleeping girl. he thought. She was already beginning to shape-shift. He was more frazzled than he would like to admit. having to walk out them rather than through him due to his mortal glamor. Ian was awoken from his thoughts as he heard the girl moving in her sleep. Clearly she had a lot to learn. He had not expected to feel some strange connection upon meeting her and gazing into her beautiful emerald eyes that were speckled with jade and violet. She should be waking soon. It must mean something else.in darkness. She looked human enough however. He laughed out loud at the sheer foolishness . He looked down at a crinkled paper that lay on the corner of her desk. not felt as though she had some sort of power over him. a product of her faery blood – no mortal could have eyes such as those. No matter. girl to have had such an effect on him. so as to disguise such changes from the human world. No. he would have to play the part well – leave no open edges. He suspected those were. no doubt. If he was to be acting a mortal.
He nuzzled his face into his pillow. he thought. if he felt for her this way. Cole was at the kitchen table.” he replied.to want nothing more than to be the one person who could indubitably be there for her and be the source of . he felt. He grabbed a rather squishy green comforter and a clumpy old pillow and headed back to Ivy’s room. He situated himself between the green comforter. do what he had been ordered of him to do. where she was now sleeping. he was starting to love Ivy . and troubles . How was he too. where Ivy had assured him he’d find spare blankets and pillows. What he must do. of being with her. of caring for her. and allowed his mind to wander towards forbidden. concerns. lying on his side.” Ian replied. her well-being.he thought about her at all hours of the day. “I’ll have her hooked by tomorrow morning. about her thoughts. unspeakable thoughts. waiting for his news. where he set up his temporary bed at the base of Ivy’s. He walked through the door to the old victorian house in which he and Cole had taken up residence. He allowed his mind to wander towards the idea of protecting Ivy. he added. “Did you converse with her?” “A bit. nestling himself into it like a caterpillar in a cocoon. truly felt. “Indeed Cole.of such a thought.” he stated. His heart ached out to her and yearned to protect her from pain. Ian strode through the hallways of Ivy’s cottage and towards to door leading to the pantry. to soothe his own doubts as much as Cole’s.” INSERT SCENE HERE OF IAN THINKING ABOUT THE EFFICIENCY OF THE PLAN. she needs to sleep the night off. “I trust everything went according to plan. it did. Good. and then. matter-offactly – it was an assumption. What would such a ludicrous outburst mean for him? Did it really come down to a choice between Ivy and his court? On the one hand. intentions. not a question.
What was he thinking. now black.her happiness. he would never be able to think of her as an object. The world needed her. On the other. waves of hair falling over the sides of her bed. he would have to. Ian shuddered at these thoughts.his grandfather. the daughter of his only love. What would it mean for him if he turned his back on him and his court? He would undoubtedly never acquire the approval from his grandfather that he had so longed for. to separate himself from her and the task that needed to be done. into a state of endless sleep rather than destroy her. it was as if all the horror of the world couldn’t touch her there. whatever the cost. her long. He would have to be there for her. To allow her safety and happiness to be held above his own and his courts. Maybe he would offer the same kindness towards Ivy. She . As Ian walked home from school.she was at peace. He should have revealed everything. Ivy shoved her new schedule into her messenger bag and headed down to the basement. he had decided now. he should have revealed more hidden truths to her. No. but. unable to calm his mind enough for sleep. shifting the tapestry of the future in ways he could not know. how could he allow Ivy to stop consciously living . he should not have told her anything. If he was approaching the matter from his faery side and the side of his court. for he had taken to walking since living in the mortal realm. whether he actually wanted the approval of a man who he. He glanced up at Ivy. sometimes despised. he thought about what he had told Ivy and the reasons behind his telling her. not his court. For his propensity towards darkness and terror. At least in sleep. He allowed himself to become too involved. Perhaps this was why his grandfather had chosen to put Roslyn. nothing could touch her . She was so beautiful when she slept. He was starting to loathe the old man for his inclination towards maliciousness and cruelty. where the drama room was located. He needed her. he had his court to think about . in the privacy of his own thoughts. he was starting to question whether this longing was grounded. He had chosen. if he was approaching it from his tie to Ivy. After tonight.to stop being an active part of the world. he wondered. To allow her presence to touch him too much. maybe he wouldn’t be able to destroy her after all. protect Ivy now. He had decided.
the role of the supportive best friend who never judges. the happy daughter who doesn't mind that she doesn’t know anything of her biological parents.couldn't believe she got stuck with drama.” “All right. lost teenager. he added: “Come on everyone. always playing a part. She played the part of the strong girl who never lets anything touch her. you missed my best re-enactments. in a loud. “Sorry Jay. but she was just like the rest of them – a pathetic. thinking themselves to be hilarious. desperately searching for somewhere she belonged. “I'm dividing you all up into . She hated acting. Jay.” “Oh but Ivy. she wasn't exactly true. slightly chubby drama teacher with short sandy hasher. mocking voice. listen up. “Well what do we have here?” Jay asked. she would be if she didn’t care about fitting it. she was late. don't expect me to be so nice.” She nodded and then took the closest empty seat to the door. Maybe there wasn't really much of a difference. She may talk a lot of smack about the people at school. was already re-enacting various different characters in front of the class. join me in welcoming Ivy – since we all know she wanted to make an entrance. She was constantly acting. if she was being honest with herself. until she reached room 68 – the dreaded drama room. and the self she would be.” Jay began. Well. She walked down the stashers and through the hall. the tall. she could scarcely distinguish between the selves she pretended to be in front of others. turning to the class. “It’s Ivy!” And then. I’ll let you off the hook this tie.” The class laughed and droned out choruses of “welcome Ivy”.” “Sorry Jay. they only just put me in this class and I was held up in the main office. She was in for a long semester. “All right everyone. But next time. Great. I won't happen again – I promise. Now that she thought about it. Maybe she was who she pretended to be.
unrolled it.” he added. she should have known they'd be doing them first thing in this class.” He motioned to the black top hat he held in his hands. she would definitely have fun in this class. you'd all partner up with a friend that you already trust. “Hey!” he said. whiny voice. “Okay. “Drama is a highly personal art form. and read the name “Ian Landry” in .” he continued.” Great. “Don't mock the exercise.” “Can't we choose our own partners?” Cristi Tinkerton asked in her high-pitched.groups of two for those trust exercises that I know you guys love so much. not so much for an answer. “No Cristi. Not.” Jay replied. “That wouldn't be any fun now would it?” The class groaned. We need to be able to trust one another.” The hat slowly began to make its way over to Ivy. You know. How are any of us supposed to be able to act in front of one another if we can't even trust each other?” He paused after this. but for dramatic effect. “I've put half your names on a piece of paper and thrown them into this hat. She picked a piece of paper out of the hat. “I want the other half of you to pick a name out of the hat and then divvy yourselves up. raising his voice for emphasis. “That would kind of defeat the purpose of the trust exercises wouldn't it? If I let you pick your own partners. it’s extremely important. imitating her squeaky voice. Jay had become known throughout the school for waltzing into various different classrooms to conduct his trust exercises. one that requires us to open up every inch of ourselves to the public. She never even opened up to Adam. how was she to be expected to open up in front of a whole class. Of course. the one where you're supposed to stand in front of someone else and fall into their arms – just trusting that they'll catch you.” “And.
She expected him to look away. resisting the magnetic pull between them. And even if he was. She couldn't let this happen. She stared back.. Stop looking at him. what if. It seemed just her luck that. this was getting really creepy.” he finally managed. no one else was. This seemed unlikely though. falling into his lap. She wanted to fall into him.bold black letters. looking down at her feet. he was sitting all the way in the back. his eyes intense. He just kept staring at her with an expression she couldn't quite read. Get a hold of yourself. She had to strain her body to stay away from him. pulling the seat as far away from him as she possibly could. suddenly self-conscious. He couldn't be the voice from her dream. Oh well. it did. She hadn't even noticed he was in this class yet. she wanted to fill the distance between them. He swallowed and she could see his Adam's apple rise up and down as he did so. She got up from my seat and my feet started moving in his direction on their own accord. What was going on? She forced her eyes away from his as she reached him. a feat that was near impossible. “Hey. all the while not tearing her gaze away from his. And never let go. Super. and just as intense. He was already looking at her. She was in charge of my own body. she would be moved into his class AND partnered with him. but he didn't. It took her a while to find him. She finally sat down next to him.. She walked over to him. It couldn't mean anything.. She looked around the room to find him. after the dreams of the nights before. She looked around to see where Ian was seated. She .” she said.. the way most people do when they realize they've been caught staring at someone. it didn't mean anything. It was almost identical to the voice in her dream. “Hi. blocked by his friend Cole's head. As he spoke. But what if. He didn't say anything to her for a long time. Okay. at least she would finally get a chance to prove to herself that the dreams weren't the cause of some mysterious connection between the two of them. velvety voice reverberated through her bones. Maybe he'd figured out that she was his partner. His smooth. given that no one in the class had moved yet. She couldn't tear my eyes away from his.
“Sucks to be us. “You're Ivy. “How'd you know?” “Lucky guess. trying to sound nonchalant.” he said. “They changed your schedule too?” “Yeah.” he finally said.” he retorted.. “Huh. struggling to control herself. She inhaled deeply.. “Don't hold back.” she replied.. Like there was something he wasn't telling her. both looking for the other one to take the lead.” she managed.” They stood up rather awkwardly. “All right. but it sounded like his breathing was just as uneven as hers was. She wasn't sure if she was imagining it or not. Why did he have to move closer? Why did he have to be her partner? Why was this happening to her? He moved his hand dangerously close to hers. . right?” “Yeah. after a long pause. “I dunno. She feigned attentiveness as he outlined the procedure of the “trust game” – like there was anyone at this school who didn't know the rules by this point. with a peculiar expression of bewilderment on his face. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. trying desperately to calm her nerves. Luckily Jay's loud voice echoed across the room at that moment.. It seemed like he was holding something back.” she muttered.” she admitted. Are you dreading it as much as I am?” “Probably more. “I wonder why we haven't started yet. “So. after clearing his throat. He pulled his chair closer to hers.” he said. causing her heart to skip a beat. take it away guys.” he concluded.didn't belong to anyone. trying to distract herself from the strange sensations taking place inside her body.
His eyes locked on to hers as he tried to regain his composure. She half expected to put her foot out behind her. “Um. She didn't know how she was going to resist or if it was even possible. She felt a knot in her throat. However she had imagined her reaction to be.” he said. bracing herself for the fall. She looked into his face to see if he was somehow responsible for this. She hated having to rely on someone else to catch me.” She guessed now was as good a time as any. She hated the sensation of falling.. The moment she stepped in front of him. A rush of heat pulsated through her body. Especially Ian. “You promise to catch me?” “I promise. but he looked just as confused as she did. her body took over. Sure. She couldn't fall fast enough. “You want to go first? I promise I won't drop you. . “My turn?” Ivy grabbed her keys and ran out the door. so that her back was facing him.” he said finally.“I guess we might as well get this over with. But she didn't. She let go of her center of gravity. after what felt like decades. it paled in comparison to this. the way she usually did. strapping her to his body. “Okay.” he added. sounding completely sincere. But she needed to. She could never let him bring danger to her and her Nana Izzy and Adam. She never wanted him to let go. she twisted out of his arms. making light of the situation. All she knew was that she could never let Ian have her.” she said when she had situated herself. When she finally managed to regain control of her body. to stop her fall. having a mind of its own. She turned around.” he finally said. Finally. She didn't know what she was going to do or if there was even anything she could do. She hated this game. Her head was spinning. in his arms. He held her there. for several moments longer. She would never succumb to him. his perfect lips curling up into a slight smile. “That was interesting. she felt his arms loop through hers. desperate to break whatever spell she was under..
driving faster than she'd ever driven in her life. To succumb. she saw Ian sitting on the bench in front of the building. The fear. or if she was racing to fall into his arms. “No!” she finally managed. She had to console him. Did he really think he would win her over that easily? His eyes seemed to go on forever. She forced herself to focus on the words of Luna’s warning. which greatly irritated her. Ian looked surprised. Her body yearned to step closer.” she interrupted. . The fear. they were completely glossed over. “I came here to tell you that it's never going to happen with me and you. As she pulled into the school. Her body ached all over with longing as she reached him. “Don't you dare get up!” He looked puzzled. To take everything back. and. She didn't know whether she was racing to tell him she would never be with him. No. on the grave and frightened look in her eyes.The minute she got in the car and started the engine she raced out of her neighbourhood. No. Never. reading a book. To kiss his soft. She would never walk into danger willingly. wine colored lips. She couldn't allow myself to think such thoughts. “No don't. it would only make it more difficult. Focus on the fear. Running to him on a mixture of fear and desire. He closed his book and started to rise. She shut the engine off. He looked so sad. Never. irritatingly. You can never have me Ian. not when she had been given fair warning. Running faster than she'd ever run before. got up and slammed the door shut. Ian glanced up from his book. looking more nervous than she'd seen him before. “I.. To press her head against his chest. sad.” he began. Be strong.” She couldn't believe how much strength it took just to stand two feet away from him.
no matter how badly she wanted to. It's just that.. with striking subtlety. She needed to soothe his worries. For a while she thought he would continue standing there forever. A load of shit. But then.. she turned and walked away from him. “If that's what you. he nodded once. “ Okay Ivy.” he began. hoping that reading something – anything – could take her mind of Ian. But just as she thought this. Please. to tell him that she needed him. This is already taking all my strength and it only makes it harder when you speak. looking for anything to distract her thoughts from wandering towards Ian. but she could never let that happen. With what little strength she had left. It was painfully difficult for her to remain firm. She drove without any idea of where she was going. “Please. interrupting.” he finally said. his eyes kept darting up and down from her face to the ground. She pulled out the first piece of paper she could find. looking utterly shocked.” As she said the words.. she immediately wished she could take them back. I don't know that! It's a lie Ian. she needed to regroup. you know that. Please leave me alone. She pulled over into the nearest parking lot.. She couldn't read anything in the expression on Ian's face. as if she hadn't said anything. She opened the dash-board in front of the passenger seat.” “No. Please Ian. “Of course. Off the horrible . Like he was afraid that maybe she didn't feel for him what he felt for her. “Just don't Ian!” She said. That she loved him. It was unnaturally blank. Like he was nervous. The only place she wanted to go was back to Ian.No.” His face remained composed as she said this. don't say anything. As he spoke. I would never make you do anything you didn't want to. This helped her work up her second wind. She needed to calm down. his face rearranged into its previous blank expression.
looking positively giddy. Anything. “Thought I'd check it out. locked the doors behind her. least.” she stammered. “Ivy!” a voice called out to her as she approached Lucius's front door. What was she expecting? Whatever. Anything to get her mind of Ian. She parked in front of an old Victorian looking house that seemed eerily out of place. she had my engine on and was pulling the car into reverse. She turned and found Libby Sovaire waving to her. She used to go to parties with Elsie all the time. Lucius is only the richest guy in school. drink. cars she recognized from school. she thought they were from school. and headed over to the party. hook up with some random guy. This party must be pretty big. “We're going to have so much fun. or. She unfolded the crinkled sheet of paper and read: Are you ready to Party?? Then stop by Lucius's 18th birthday party for a wild time. Before she could even finish reading the invitation. Yes. out of the parking lot.” Libby squealed with excitement. What was she saying? Of course it is. “I'm so glad you came!” “Yeah. a party was exactly what she needed to get Ian off her mind. You know. furniture. The whole street was filled with cars. and in the direction of Lucius's house. The house was . the more people the better – the more distractions. She should go.” Lucius's house was anything but modest.pain she felt in her chest. I pulled out her keys. Address: 650 Branton Road. RSVP not necessary. be social. and everything else you'd expect to find in a rich person's house. It was completely decked out with all the finest technology. the usual. When she pulled up in front of Lucius's house she couldn't find any place to park.
Finally she spotted Ricky Herrer over by the drinks. “Oh I've already had five or six shots baby. and maybe I'll warm up.” “Sure. It was totally meaningless. “a couple right?” She laughed. but his personality pretty much ruined anything he had going for him in the looks department. which only reinforced just how many people were at this party. Who were all these people? She didn't recognize anyone.” He laughed. she really didn't care who she hooked up with. “Come to get some sugar from your boy Ricky?” Ricky always acted like he was some kind of gangster or something. “As if.” After all.” “Of course you will.packed.” she replied. why you gotta be so cold?” “Get a couple drinks in me. “I think I'm gonna like this game.” she retorted.” she snorted. “more like ten. “Let's play a game. She thought one of them was for him. smacking her ass as she approached. grabbing his hand and dragging him into the nearest bedroom. Ricky grinned and poured her two shots of gin. “Hey baby. Not that he wasn’t cute with his blue eyes and brown curly hair. suddenly confident with the abundance . I may have to take a few to catch up with you. which was really hilarious given what white trash he was.” she said. “Everyone knows you can't hold your liquor. “Come on.” “Damn girl.” she said. but then he said.” he said. She just needed to get her mind of Ian. “You're standing right in front of the drinks. sarcastically.” “Aw come on babe.” He grinned.” “Please. She downed as many shots as she could before her throat burned too badly to continue. a notorious womanizer at school.
Her head started spinning and she felt like she was going to pass out. She ran out of the bedroom as fast as she could. unable to control herself. Great. “Some one's hungry for some Ricky. Every inch of her body screamed in protest. She headed over to the drinks table again. What was she doing? This wasn’t who she wanted to be – the kind of person she was ashamed of. But it didn't. Ricky rolled on top of her. trying to trick her body into wanting this. It wasn't as easy as she thought. Don't ruin this by talking.of alcohol in her system. She couldn't catch a breath. All she could think about was Ian. “Shhh. She feigned a low moan. Tears streamed from her eyes in a never- .” She snapped back. She started trembling all over. hoping to punish my body for defying her. She pinned him down.” At first he looked offended. she was talking to herself now. shoving him off. She pushed him down onto the bed. covering his mouth. He let out a low moan and started fiddling with her bra strap.” he groaned. but then he quickly readjusted as she pressed her hips into his. Her body burned with pain. one after the other. “Get off me!” She finally screamed. Her heart froze. reaching his hands up her shirt. messing around with Ricky. She threw back four shots of cinnamon schnapps. For making everything so difficult. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she do this? It's not like she hadn't done this before. trying to take the lead. ignoring the burn. slipping her tongue into his mouth. hook up with someone she didn't want to. She’d completely lost it. “Shut up. She pressed her mouth over his. running her fingers through his hair. What was different now? “Ian!” Her body screamed. The shot glass fell out of her hand and she slid to the floor.
her angel. Except this time. She couldn't seem to get close enough to him.” a voice said. “Listen Ivy. Until it throbbed so hard that she honestly thought it might combust. Back to the room where this whole mess began. She didn't care what happened to her.” he soothed. why was he helping her? After she'd been so cruel. Shelooked up at Ian's beautiful pale face. “Don't look at me!” She wailed. the only thing she could ever imagine wanting was him. the room felt peaceful. But it wasn't there. because if you feel anywhere close to the way I feel around you. “Let's get you out of this crowd. she needed more. afraid to see his disgust.” He paused for a second before continuing. She pushed him onto the bed. Her heart pounded so heavily it felt as if it was visible from the outside. His eyes were filled with concern and sincerity. I'm going to try to make this as easy for you as possible. His arms wrapped around me as we kissed. looking up into his eyes. She looked up into his eyes. Nothing had ever felt so right. “I'm a mess.” “Shhh. then my presence must be unbearable. That I really will try to stay away. serene. I've been thinking a lot about what you said before and you're right. Her own personal savior. completely embarrassed. She cried until my head ached. She looked at him through tear-filled eyes. The only emotion she could discern was sadness. It couldn't be worse than what she was without him. wrapping his arm around her to help her stand.” He pulled her up by both hands. .ending flow. pulling his face to hers. It was the voice of an angel. it can't be helping.” What? He couldn't stay away from her. He hadn't really done anything to deserve it. but now. She knew it was what she wanted. She ran up to him. “I just wanted to tell you that I understand. He lead her into the bedroom she had just left. “Ivy. from my head to my toes. shaking her eyes open. Her whole body began tingling.
until he pushed her away from him again. “I want this. breathing heavily. I can't do this. I can't take advantage of you..” “You sensed me?” she asked. pressing against hers. “To stay away from me? Yeah. He gave in for a while. “No Ivy. some job you're doing with that.” she said. and stood up. “I can't do this Ivy.” he paused. looking as though he was trying to gage what her reaction would be. I've never had to resist anything like this before.” “Shut up. “What does that have to do with you sensing me? With you knowing I was in trouble?” He stared into her eyes.” he said. I'm trying Ivy.” she said. I.” His eyes grew intense as he drew in a breath.” He pushed her off completely now. His tongue plunged into her mouth. pushing her away.” “Then why did you come?” She asked. She ran my hands up his shirt. “I sensed you were in trouble and I couldn't stay away. trying to climb back on top of him.. I couldn't just ignore your pain. suddenly hurt. Not really. He ran his fingers through her hair with a mixture of gentleness and passion.never tearing her lips away from his. trying to stay firm. “You're not Ian. it's hard for me. “I live next door. .” he said. tracing the contours of his abdomen.saw you arrive. calling attention to his beautiful Adam's apple. “Wait. I'm trying.” He struggled with himself.” “And?” She asked. suddenly curious.. “Ivy you're drunk. I've wanted this for so long. “I didn't come here for this. “I know Ivy. You don't want this. “What are you talking about?” He swallowed. in that old Victorian house and I. nibbling on his ear.
“You have an energy unlike anything I've ever encountered. lonely. “that's how I knew. “How come. Most people just aren't sensitive enough to recognize it as energy. what you're saying is. It's essential make up stays the same.” “And so. and so on. but I'm just as lost as you are. I needed to come. to let you handle it on your own like you wanted it. “Everything has an energy – colors. objects. But how did you know how I was feeling?” He smiled slightly. suddenly hurt for some reason she couldn’t understand.. it's even more over-powering than it would be normally. sarcastically.. It changes with our emotions – when we're happy. I sensed it vibrating within my body. To see you. And with this... “because Ivy. “I don't know Ivy. To make sure you were okay.this bond between us. “I have an energy?” “Yes. I think.“I. it's just our energy that draws us to each other?” She asked.” “But what does that have to do with you sensing I was in trouble? I mean so yeah. but it fluctuates every minute.” he continued. “how come I can't feel when your energy .” “So. It feels like something more.” “So.” She didn't know what to say to this. matter-of-factly. I don't think it's just that.” he began..” he said.” “You feel energies?” She asked..” I started finally. Unlike anything I could have imagined. people. It was too much to bear. stopping before he completed the thought. As. He inhaled deeply before continuing. Energies or something like that. “Yeah?” “I – I can feel things.And every energy is different. sad. I tried to ignore it. Everything about your energy draws me in.” She began. But I couldn't. It didn't make any sense. It takes enormous effort on my part to resist it – to stay away. you knew I was here. mine does to you. unique. energy changes all the time.
He wrapped his arms around her tighter and drew in a deep breath. anticipating her fall.” he began. and she dodged out of his grasp to throw up on the floor. How much did you drink anyway?” She pressed my head against his chest. breathing in his scent. resting his chin on the top of her head. “Me too.” he said. but you would think with this. Like she needed to take it away.. I wish this moment didn't ever have to end. The way she felt every time he was pained – like she wanted to take it away. you don't know what you're feeling. suddenly. “This might be a little much for you to handle right now. “I think maybe you can. He must have noticed her sudden understanding because. he smiled. She'd never seen him smile like this before – it was a smile that reached all the way to his eyes. The way she felt when I was around him. Relief swelled through her. But as soon as she said it she remembered the way she felt in my dreams.” She began. You just haven't developed it well enough yet.” He was silent for a while. “Me too.” she said.” She didn’t know how long they stood there. his eyes twinkling in the light. “I – I wish it could stay like this forever. Ian was on his feet with his arms around her.. she felt her stomach flip. I might be able to pick up on something. She only knew that it could never be long enough. Was this what he was talking about? Was this her response to his shift in energy? He looked at her for a long time. She looked up at him to find his eyes fixated on her. She got lost in his eyes. as her body's way a punishing her. . thinking things over..” “I don't know about that. never wanting to find her way out. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen before. in each others’ arms. her insides were charging upwards. “I wish.shifts? I mean I know you say we aren't sensitive enough to it.this bond. Her heart beat faster and her head started to feel light. “I think. before she could even begin. But. And. The next thing she knew.
Something felt horribly wrong. but the next thing she knew she heard footsteps coming through the door.” She sighed. Her heart fluttered in response to his kiss. scooped her into his arms and brought her over to the bed. “I'm sorry.” She replied. His face took on a mixture of sadness and joy.” he said as he stood up. with absolutely no intention of going anywhere. I guess I didn't think that one through.” she breathed. She didn’t know if I fell asleep or was just bordering on unconsciousness. grabbing the cuff of his pants. “Oh. But something wasn't right. “No.” she said “No!” “Stop!” “Please. She opened my eyes and saw that it wasn't Ian at all.” He smiled again. but paused before reaching the door. rolling on top of her. He lay beside her on the bed and she turned to kiss him. okay?” “Okay. making her forget to breathe. “I'm just going to go get you some water. looking at her on the floor. He kissed the top of her head and placed his cool lips against her forehead. struggling to restrain him.” he breathed. . “Don't leave me”.” He turned to walk away. “I'll be right back. but Lucius.” he started.” she cried.He vanished and was by her side again in an instant. Then he walked back over to her. “I think I'm alright now.” “No it's okay. “I knew you wanted me too. “I promise. “No. He twined her hair around his fingers as she continued throwing up. He held a wastebasket in front of her face and pulled back my hair. She made a silent promise to myself never to drink again. “Rest here for me. She was so embarrassed. I'll be right back. Her heart fluttered with relief that Ian was back.” he said.
” he said. to pretend it was all in good fun. “Okay. Lucius ran out the door. fuming.His hand ran up her torso. His nostrils flared out and his breathing was heavy. No Lucius get off of me!” She tried to push him off but he was too heavy. Or she was too weak. I wasn't thinking. Finally. “Ivy I'm so sorry. he turned to look at her and his expression softened. “I will personally see to it that your death is a slow and painful one. His breathing was so heavy. blood streaming from his nose.” he began. Ian stood there for several more moments. She thought he was about to let him go. I never should have left you like this. “If you ever touch her again. But she didn't need to. “No. completely ignoring her commands. he was pulled off of me before she could understand what was happening. Sure. “Stop! Lucius. looking more serious than I'd ever seen him. looking so angry that it frightened her. unbuttoning the buttons one by one. “Okay.Get off!” She said putting all her force into getting out from under him. . You know you want it. “Ivy.” he threatened.” At first Lucius tried to laugh it off.” he moaned.” he said glaring at him as he released him. His fingers froze at the top of the collar on her shirt. “Don't fight it Ivy. But something about the look on Ian's face must have registered in his thoughts because he suddenly went very still. She looked up to see Ian holding him up in the air by his collar. “Get out of here. but suddenly his fist jammed into his face. Just let me go!” Ian set him down on his feet.” He looked as though he would never forgive himself... yeah.
suddenly. She must have fallen asleep because. Good thing she’d decided to wear a bra today. His breathing never steadied. because it didn't feel sincere. He looked at her for a moment. “It's okay Ian. She handed them to him without a moment’s hesitation. to avoid the big crowd in the front of the house.” He took her out the back exit. where she told him her bedroom was.” she tried to assure him.” He smiled slightly. It was that or Earl Grey. She thought more to comfort her than anything else. “Come on. scooping her into them. He carried her upstairs. and gently lowered her into the seat. he asked her for her keys. Her red bra was showing. She didn't know what he was thinking.” he said.” He was out of her room before she could object. “I'll drive you home. opened the door. “I'm so sorry I let this happen to you Ivy.” . “Nothing happened. but came over to the bed and slid his arms under her. He brought her around to the passenger side of the car.” he breathed.” He didn't relax. “It's lemon tea. they drove in silence the entire way to her house. and lowered her down onto my bed.“It's okay. He got out of the car and hurried over to her side. With the exception of asking for directions. As he pulled into her driveway. I'll bring your car back over in the morning. you must feel awful. He lifted her up and brought her inside. and then down at her opened shirt. I'd probably be far worse off if it weren't for you. but you probably shouldn't have the caffeine. He closed the passenger door on her and walked around to his side of the car. she was jolted awake as Ian lowered a mug of tea and a plate onto her bedside table. He looked painfully sad and angry as he slowly started buttoning up her shirt. “I'll go make you some tea okay? And maybe something to eat.
Finally. I remember it used to make me feel better when I was sick. “And some cinnamon raison toast. he kissed the top of her forehead and made his way to leave. “don't go.” He looked at her for a moment and then resigned. I’ll be here if you need anything. “I'll come by tomorrow to bring over your car.“Oh.” .” he added. “Alright.” “No!” I started.” She stared up at him and he stared back. Please don't go. as she examined the plate. but I'll sleep on the floor.
This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?