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