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Only My Silhouette

By Candice Williams

“In the dark of night I awaken to see my quest through. The darkness I seek continues to send its evil minions to this world of the living. They dwell on the pain, terror, and madness existing everywhere. My past being shrouded in mystery, I do not know what I am now. A search for answers and a fight for life will start. With the help of allies I will begin to hunt these creatures and eventually send them straight back to hell. Their end has just begun. “

Chapter 1
“Only a whisper of a silhouette could I see.
With fragments of a surreal like quality.”

It all happened when I was walking to the bus-stop from my pottery class. I had about one street left to go tell I reached the oil soaked wood thingy, one of those lights that hang down over the streets that resemble an upside down golf stick. Okay, so if I actually took the time to play golf I’d probably know what that was called. Luckily, I’m one of those people who enjoy the ‘stop and smell the roses’ approach. Class A lazy, so me participating in a sporting game was as likely as me eating an onion. Dreadful, plant, vile, disgusting, placed on this Earth just to wreck havoc with my stomach. Yuck.
A few more steps to go, man I’m out of shape. I made a mental note to visit a local ‘working out’ place before I gained even more weight. A swift breeze whipped my short multi-dyed, an auburn color that frankly resembled a knockoff Raggady Ann joining with Curly Sue, un-ruly hair.
A shiver of unease crept up my spine, and I sneezed. Yep, someone was talking about me and walking over a grave, or something equally disconcerting. The night was unbearably cold outside, my yellow (grossly yellow) ceramic coated jacket offered little comfort from the wind. I tugged it closer around me and rubbed my arms. Why is it so quiet? Or is that just my imagination, the dark playing tricks with my overworked mind?
Trying to reassure myself that I wasn’t going crazy, I resisted the urge to start running towards the R.T.A pole. Sitting on a bench waiting for the bus to come, wasn’t something I looked forward to any more than walking there. But at least if I walk there then I wouldn’t have to wait in one place for too long. Not that Cleveland is rampant with rapists, murders, muggers, and other equal creeps but it was always better to be a little cautious.
‘That place is not safe for young woman; I don’t want you going there in the dark.’ Dad and his warning struck a chord with my good sense. At the time he’d said that, I had justified taking this class at night to prove him wrong, judging one city on the actions of others was just lumping it together with out-dated prejudiced views, and I knew better. Or at least I thought I did. But now, I wish I had re-thought the rash action of proving him wrong.
It felt like someone was watching me, hiding in the gloomy darkness eyes gazing intently at my back. Looking behind me, another shiver ran up my spine as I saw someone move in the shadows. I hoped it was someone. A decent someone with no intention of hurting me. That same feeling of unease rose in my mind as the person crept, walked, same thing, towards me. For some strange reason I felt as if my feet were suddenly rooted to this spot and I just couldn’t move, instead I waited for the person to pass me. When the person got close enough I could tell by the width of shoulders that he was a man, or a really Amazonian woman.
His face was still shrouded by the night shadows, which seemed to be getting darker with each passing second. Slowly as if coming out of a trance I started to feel a little foolish waiting for this complete stranger to catch up to me. But when he stepped out of the shadows and into the light, cast off by the streetlight where I was standing, I gasped in shock. I felt as if I had known this person before... the first tell-tale sign of the start of a migraine instantaneously gripped my mind and I couldn’t finish my train of thought.
The ruggedly intense, for lack of a better word, manliness features of his face struck me at first as ‘hot’, and then I changed that to Exceedingly ‘HOT’. Knowing that I was being down right rude, I never the less watched him with eyes of a hawk. I could tell that his hair was a light color but the eye color was too indiscernible, just inky dark and I longed to see them in a better position, something that would allow me access to his chest.
I reprimanded myself with a stiff reminder that the closest I would ever get to someone like him would be through the delightful romance books, and a part of me just wanted to say to hell with that, who ever heard of a twenty four years old virgin anyway? My other sensible self squashed that rebel induced thought, one bad experience with an ex-boyfriend had showed me that the love I wished for did not happen in the real world. No, the true love I dreamed of was only for the ‘happily ever after’ stories.
Jogged back to the present I realized that he was scrutinizing me just like I had studied him. I stepped back a little off the sidewalk, and he grinned. Ignoring the echoing sigh of pleasure in my head, I blushed and immediately started to feel a little foolish. Its night for heavens sake, there’s no reason to read more into that grin than just a passing acknowledgement, the all knowing voice of reason piped up another reprimand.
He continued to look at me. What? Did I have a stamp of ‘desperate’ on my forehead or something?
“Hello”
I said in a whisper as I returned his stare with wide eyes.
He replied in a deep silky voice that had a pleasant sounding lilt, Irish, Scottish, or was he from some other foreign country that I’ve never visited except in words only?
“Do you remember?” His words wrapped around my thoughts, and I blinked. Huh? Wait a minute, what is he talking about? I tried to discern if may be I had met him before, damn I hoped that I hadn’t let someone that good-looking be forgotten, but that pounding in my head increased.
Not thinking of anything to reply I shook my head with hair falling in my eyes with a mind of its own. I tried to brush it back but the lock slid right back down my face.
He took a few steps closer to where I stood with one foot on the grass and the other in the crack of the cement sidewalk. He lifted his eyes to mine, a fleeting look of sadness crossing his face before he could stop it. An awkward moment, at least for me, settled around us, as I tried to remember. Nothing, bounced helpfully to the surface of my mind. So to break the silence I cleared my throat.
“I feel as if I know you. But…Have we met before? “
I looked at his eyes again, almost like I was drawn to them. His face…So familiar…yet…
the throb increased in my head again as I tried to dredge up some unreachable memory in my mind.
He moved his hand and gently brushed that way-ward curl and tucked it behind my ear. My heart stopped beating and I held my breath. Stock-still I waited, for him to say something, anything, to get my mind off my mutinous thoughts of acting on my desire for this very, very, very, hot stranger.
You don’t even know him for all you know he could be some hooligan wanting to convince you that…I blocked out the annoying voice of reason, caution can go jump off a cliff for all I care. This man felt right somehow and if I would I’d leap into his arms and…I sighed inwardly, yeah like that would happen he’d probably push me away in distain.
His hand crept up to my face just a hair breath away from my tanned skin and he lightly touched my lips with a simple touch of his thumb. Don’t you think he’s being a little too friendly? Nope, he could be as friendly as he wanted with me I happily told that voice. What happened to you fear? I tried to reason with that voice of reason but had to admit that it did make sense, so I took a couple more long steps back.
“I’ve waited so long…” His whispered words feathered over my skin with an answering awareness. One second he was, well where he was standing in the middle of the sidewalk and the next second he was tipping my head back pulling me with one hand smoothly against his hard chest. He must work out a lot to be that strong, and the voice of reason put in some choice words, he’s touching you! What about your box? No one gets in, no one gets too close, no one can hurt you?
He smiled a lovely smile full of promise and naughty thoughts filtered creatively in my mind. I couldn’t suppress a shiver of delight as he held me even closer. How could he make me tingle all over like this? Evelyn Renae you can’t seriously want this… this stranger to act on those naught thoughts! I smiled back, rebellion fully in progress against the voice.
“Eve,” another entrancing whisper as he lowered his head and gave me a enticing view of his lips…Oh and what yummy lips he had. Is he going to kiss you? The voice stated the obvious, because at that his lips graced mine with a full out mind-blowing kiss.
I opened my mouth with a half-hearted protest and he took advantage of that to sweep his tongue across my lower lip. I bunched my fists with his shirt and threw caution to the wind and let him have better access.
His tongue brushed mine and… Oh god, he tasted like a good really good red wine. Like wild berry or… One of my secret pleasures, wine and chocolate. I lost that train of thought as his tongue stroked mine. Bliss, heavenly bliss.
But it wasn’t enough I wanted more, so I moved my hands over his chest and felt the rippling muscles underneath. He rubbed my back pulling the back of my ugly jacket up to move one hand up to rub the vee of my back. His touch there gave me more shivers of delight.
And then just as quickly as he had moved to over to me, he touch was gone and he was once again standing on the sidewalk, one hand in his pocket and a devilish grin on his face.
I gawked and sputtered as I tried to rationalize how he had moved so quickly, that wasn’t possible. Did I just imagine all that? No, I’ve never had such a vivid day-dream or night-dream… or…
Ack! He’s still grinning with a bemused look, and I swear if I could see his eyes I’d bet that they were twinkling with laughter. Oh, he was just too, too perky! He had to have done something to me and God… he looked like he even knew that I was getting really mad. How dare he kiss me? That voice agreed.
“Do you remember now?” His voice broke through my outraged thoughts. I gathered my scrambled senses together.
“No, I Don’t have any idea what you are talking about!” I almost shouted the last part, still unnerved by the lingering desire that he’d made me feel. Where is my box now? I can’t tell if I’m mad at him for not continuing the kiss or for starting the kiss.
His grin dropped, and he ran a hand through his thick lustrous long hair. My fingers itched to run through his hair just like that. But I shook the longing away. The voice is right, I barely know the guy and even if that wasn’t reason enough, he made me feel too many confusing emotions.
He took a step closer and I backed away warily, that old feeling of unease creeping up my spine. “You’re not ready to accept...” His voice vibrated as if from a distance. And I shook my head again, Ready to accept what?
He started to fade around the edges of his body. I blinked a bunch of times trying to see if I was going blind but, nope, definitely, he was fading.
I felt a force of wind blow around and I closed my eyes at the stinging wind. Feeling a brush of his hand against my face I opened my eyes. And blinked again.
He was gone. I looked rapidly back and forth down the street and across the street and he was no where in sight.
People can’t just disappear. The voice of reason was right. But where did he go?

Chapter 2
“Yet, my mind could not portray,
How translucent the sketch of it may be.”

I sat down heavily onto the chair feeling the blood rush to my face. I felt for sure that everyone had to have heard my gasped intake of breath when I saw who was here. I glanced at the other board coordinators in front of me and questioned briefly what possible business the Museum of Unnatural studies would have with him. I hope that he hadn’t just followed me because I wouldn’t let him finish that last confusing conversation on the street the other day. That had consisted of me trying to rack my brain for some memory of him and then finally ending with a splitting migraine and bottle of ibprophen.
I wonder why I’m the only one here who thought that his black cloak and long hair with a silver edged claw tying it behind his back were a tad odd. Okay, freaky, he belonged at a costume party not at a business gathering. I looked around at the other co-workers and various work related people and rubbed my head. May be with it being a style they just took it for granted that he was a Goth but there was something more pressing to his appearance as if he really belonged to those old style clothes and even the design of his pendant looked spookily old fashioned.
With that thought I shook my head and then looked for a way to make her escape unnoticed by him, who still hadn’t looked over in her direction. Secretly I kind of hoped that I could look into his eyes again but I squelched that feeling. You don’t even know his name. There wasn’t any room in my life for his questions and all any other crazy questions that he came up with.
Looking at the rest of the people I speculated if I could slip away unnoticed by them. If presuming that he or they would even care what I did. Carol leaned over next to me smirking. “If noise is something we hear, then if a tree falls in the woods and no one is around does it make noise?” Carol could always make me laugh with little odd sayings like that.
Feeling guilty, for thinking no one would miss me, I shared an amused grin with my friend for a moment and then tried to concentrate on the meeting.
Then the hunk looked up at my wary glance and I quickly ducked down wondering if I could hide somewhere.
I wished fretfully that I had made my escape sooner.
With a knowing grin he sauntered over to where I sat by the end of the table. My heart pounding in my ears, I looked up in to his face, seeing the full color of his golden eyes for the first time.
Not just the shadow of them.
“Thought about what I said?” He asked tilting his head.

Moistening my lower lip, I shook my head warily again. And with forced bravery told him exactly what I thought.

“I’m sorry but I truly don’t believe that I could have lost my memory or something.
And the part about having false memories implanted sounds too much like a tacky X-files rip-off.”
He laughed a rusty sound of someone who doesn’t really laugh that much.
I flashed my eyes; if only I had the power of lighting bolts I’d get him squarely in his laughing face, and glared angrily at him.

“Who said you could follow me. I could bring you up on stalking charges.” I went on with my protests but they started to sound a little weak, he was muddling my thoughts with his close proximity. They should put a “BEWARE” sign around his head for women.
“Its illegal …stalking, and you should really sto..”
But I was interrupted with the touch off his hand stalling all words coming out of my yapping mouth. His finger stroked the side of my face; he leaned down bringing his body close, more intimately closer.
“Evelyn… think about it… Try to remember and if by the end of the week you still are adamant on not believing…”
He moved his hands in a sweeping gesture towards my co-workers chatting enthusiastically about the recent archeological find they’d brought in yesterday.
I should really be concentrating on the upcoming meeting and not dwelling on this stranger even if he did say her full name, in such a way that it made parts of me quiver with anticipation.
“Then I will leave you alone’
I gave him an ‘I really don’t believe you’ look and nodded in exasperation.

With his face still close to mine I pushed at his chest and stood up.
“I don’t know who you are. I don’t even understand what you want from me! All I know is that I get disoriented and confused every time you are here. And why do you dress so odd and why am I babbling…”
I felt a soft kiss on my lips as he said in a sad reminiscent tone.
“Eve, dear eve... I have missed you so much.”
Then in a more controlled tone he said
“When you remember something I will explain everything to you but until then ... IF you need me just say my name.”
He lowered his head once more and lightly kissed my forehead.
He whispered, “Kain.”
And then he kissed me on the lips more forcefully this time.
With my eyes closed from the breathtaking kiss comprehension dawned and I weakly said
“But why are you here? And how do I ….?
I felt the air-conditioned air on my moist lips and opened my eyes.
‘Reach you really.”
Gasping I drifted off talking because I suddenly realized he was gone. I jerked up and looked around. Did he just vanish in this air? I looked around again and asked someone close by if they had seen where the man in the cloak had went off to.
But he just stared at me with a bewildered face.
Moving back down into the chair, I brushed my fingers messing up my hair. Was I the only one who had seen him here? Even though I had seen him talking with them earlier, her coworkers acted now like he never existed.
Hell, where did he go? Like a shadow he had just disappeared. I stared blindly at the book of a recent archaeological find in Kenya open on the table. I worriedly tried to piece the missing memories; I supposedly had and could not remember, together.

Kain shook his head sadly as he watched her bite her lip, silently studying his love in the darkness of shadows.

The intense burning of the sun made it increasingly difficult to get out of bed the following morning.```````````````````````
Feeling that something wasn’t quite right kept getting stronger. With a heavy heart she walked to the bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror.
What am I really? The mirror remained the same but she didn’t really expect it to change.
All she needed was a little guidance at the moment. Who is Kain really, why is he following her around with such ludicrous stories. A vampire? Hah surely that is just a myth . Pure fantasy. Yet, why do I feel the sensation that I am being watched. She stared harder at the mirror trying to come up with an answer to all the nagging questions inside her head. The only thing she figured out was that the mirror was no help at all.
Splashing some water on her face she felt a little better more focused. Reaching for the towel she again looked at the mirror. Then jerking back as she saw a message written in what appeared to be blood.
Don’t you remember me> I m still here.
Throwing the towel at the mirror Eve gasped for breath and tried to calm the fear racing in her veins.
Was that... It was that message from earlier at the diner. What did it mean>? Taking in a shaky breath, Eve knew that her answers were not going to be found standing dumbfounded in her bathroom. So she made the decision to meet that Steven guy, even though Kain had told her not to, he said he knew what was happening to her and at the moment just a little information was better than nothing. .
She left without undue haste grabbing her bag and a heavier jacket even though it was a bright sunny day out side.
Kain felt the wind blow furiously against the rafters of the old mansion that he was using as his place of residence. Sunlight. The only thing he missed about the day was the feeling of the sun warm on his skin.
The chill in the air seem to grow thicker with a sense of restlessness as Kain paced back in forth. He couldn’t seem to get the meaning of the latest threat. What did it mean by the word evanescent? The definition meant to tend to vanish like vapor but what did that have to do with anything.
The dread rose in him as he looked at the clock on the window , almost six in the evening. Soon the sun should be down enough for him to leave but what of Evie, what has she been doing while he stays here to gather his strength *sun light weakens him… ?

11:23 p.m. - 2004-10-24

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