[MamiSah]: 355.Misty Past - Ch01

Copyright 2006 - MamiSah

Chapter 1

It was very windy. Everybody was in the class, in silence, the stripped branches of the tree hitting the window beside the blackboard. Irene was sitting down on her table, writing, concentrated in her exam. She could listen to the teacher’s soft steps between the desks. It seemed that nothing could interrupt that moment of concentration. The bell was near ringing when her classmates started giving up their tests. Nobody went out. She stood up with her exam when the door suddenly opened. A tall man, long black haired, dressed in black and with a jet black coat down to his ankles entered in the class and stared at Irene. She was stunned and her mates were looking each others. The man looked absent and the teacher approached to him asking what happened. He slightly raised a hand and the teacher went to his table and sat down.

- Are you who I am looking for? -he asked.

Certainly, Irene did not know what to say and she was out of breath. He repeated the question:

- Are you who I am looking for?

Now she was really nervous. He started to approach to her looking directly to her eyes. Those eyes disturbed Irene for some reason and she removed them and looked to her friend’s desk. She looked at her. Then to the rest. Nobody was looking at him, as if he had never entered in the class, as if she were not standing up. But their expressions were not normal. The soft hand of that man touched her chin and made Irene turn her head. She looked at his eyes. She thought that if she breathed she will faint. Those grey eyes scrutinized her interior; they went deep into her soul.

- Yes... It is you...

Her breath accelerated immediately. He moved his pale hand from her chin to her cheek and reduced the distance between them.

- Now you will come with me... -he said. His voice caused Irene a gentle shiver.

She was looking at his eyes, like charmed, as the rest of the class seemed to be.

- Don’t you desire to come?

Their bodies were near. A peculiar perfume could be perceived. Roses? This was probably the last ingredient of the spell because Irene nodded slowly and he went behind her.

- I hope you don’t mind what I am going to do -he whispered.

She could listen how he moved away the long coat and a metallic sound sounded clear in that strange silence. In front of Irene, and from her right side, appeared a long sword, whose edge approached to her neck. She moved her head, leaning against his shoulder, and she could smell again his characteristic fragrance. She closed her eyes without knowing if desire having that sword far from her neck and put him away, or stay like that, he near her, because in some way she felt protected and powerful at the same time.

- Keep your eyes closed -his voice, still gentle, now was ruling.

He held her left hand and surrounded Irene’s waist. She put her right hand in the arm holding the sword and, without warning, a hard wind got up. She felt his soft straight hair over her face.