Angel's of Sacrament

thirteen

from the moment i saw the high rise buildings, and the taxis my head went somewhere else, as Vane spoke about the rain, the people, the unwritten places he wanted to show me, to distract me, 

we parked the car somewhere in a ally, he said that walking helped circulate the blood to the brain, allowing it to cool down, and give a break to the intencity of working. as we strode away, into the wet sidewalks, i saw more than a city, people stared at you, people noticed, you were different. but it was something odd that made me halt in the middle of crossing the street, and Vane running backwards to carry me away from the beeping cars. 

"what is wrong with you, Talk to me"

his voice shook his eyes wild as he stared at me, no more manipulative talks about trust, he stared as he knew. this time i will speak 

"i don't like this place, its too.." i stopped them, the words, they were crowded too. making my head burn, and my chest inflate, Vane in the other hand tried to stay calm, he had me in his warm hands, until we reached a park. it was quiet, the silent noices of the birds not even chanting echoes, the trees danced before my eyes, the flowers adorning the sidewalks, blossoming, it was nice. spring, not hot or so cold, it was humid, but my skin felt fire, even though it did not come from Vane. his were as ice rooting in his veins, i didn't know why, but this time, we all both knew  i would talk

"people die everyday, and i don't have  a problem with that, but in here, is every hour, every second, they come fast, i'am the interception of death, itself, and i'm not fine, we all have breaking points, mines is rushing to get to me" he nodded, the brute nodded, as if i just told him i broke up with the boyfriend i had three years ago, the thing he did next was not expected, hell, everything he did was not expected, he took my hands in his first, squeezing them tight, then his other hand reached my neck, and pulled me closer, i knew my face contradicted my mind, somehow he knew, he swam in my eyes as a shark, looking for a lost sailor, he knew the blood trailed food, and he swam in them as if the current was his GPS. " now i have it don't i?, now let me share mine, i been waiting for this" he crushed his lips to mine as a sinking ship, swelling them big masses, of  waters for no breaths, his tongue swivel, as a paint brush, i used to paint, but he knew how to use his, i let them carry me away, i let him take me to another heaven, he was right, everything was odd about him, some aura he spelled, but when we were this close, nothing seemed to matter, nothing seemed to come rushing to me, but his future, everytime i saw it, i smiled, i saw me, i senced how his breath cought, how his hand kept rubbing my neck, once and again, the kiss became more fervent, violent, desperate, and i had to stop, cause he cought me dead, i caught myself dead, in his arms, i rather not breath, than break it, i kept gasping as his hand rushed to my cheeks, and made me face him, his eyes dilatated, his mouth open, those lips swollen, his mane of golden locks oily brushing my forehead, 

"there is something wrong" is all i had to say, but then all my toughts were scattered as a taxi driver beeped his horn, and a bus came rushing our way. i didn't see this coming.