Darkness To The Kore

Chapter 1

Chapter One

"If looks could kill," I think to myself as his familiar coal-like eyes penetrate my hazel ones. I feel paralyzed for a moment as his cool hand creeps up my arm while the other reaches for my chin but I shrug it away. 

Feeling captivated by his gaze, I try to look away from him by focusing on his arms which are long and slender yet muscular, and his hands, hard but gentle. But he cups my chin again more firmly and brings my gaze back up to him.

"You will be mine," he whispers. Goosebumps seem to crawl down my spine as I take in his eyes once more. I want to run, but I can't. There is something drawing me to him...perhaps it's his piercing eyes compelling me to stay or his modelesque features...whatever it was it felt magnetic.

His hands suddenly search for my arms, sliding them around his neck.

As much as I want to get away from him as he is a complete stranger, there was something alluring keeping me to him. It is as if my mind is disconnected to my body and someone else is taking over. I am just in the passenger seat along for the ride.

"No, you are not being compelled. You are free to do whatever you please in this realm," he says, reading my thoughts.

I suddenly look down at my feet and back up at him, trying to move but still can't.

"Then why can't I move," I ask him at last.

He moves even closer to me, taking up what little space we have between us and I feel his solid abs against my stomach. His lips become so close to mine that I can practically feel his cool breath and I think he is going to kiss me at that very moment, so I close my eyes in anticipation but instead his lips glide to my left ear.

"Because you don't want to," he whispers, the closeness of his melodic dark voice sending my body into a frenzy.

Before I can even think of what to say next, everything goes completely dark like the ending of a scene in a movie and I wake up to the sound of my mother screaming in my ear.

"Kore it's time to wake up now," she barks.

I groan, rolling over in my bed, desperately trying to hang on to the dream, but she begins to push me back and forth so I will have to get up.

"Fine I'm up, I'm up," I say to her, pushing the covers back and looking at the clock to see that it is barely 5 am.

With a growl, I run into the bathroom and get ready for what I know is going to be another long, uneventful day. I don't even understand why I have to wake up so early when all I will be doing is hanging under my mother's nose all day.

To say my mother is a bit overprotective is an understatement. When I was younger, I thought it was great. She was my superhero, and she was just showing how much she loves me but now that I am older, I know that it is so much more than that.

Like this morning after I am done in the bathroom for instance, I tell her I am only going to pick flowers in the meadow and I will be right back. She knows how much I love to pick flowers especially when they are full and in bloom. My favorites to pick out are the pink orchids. They only come out one time a year and that's in the early spring. Their scent is just so lovely, and it makes my nose tingle a bit but in a good way.

My mother, being the overbearing worrywart that she is, has to come along. She claims it is only because she wants to pick some daffodils to post in her kitchen window, but I know it is just to keep a close watch on me. She doesn't like picking flowers as much as I do and I think she even hates it because most of them make her sneeze excessively.

She likes planting and growing produce more than anything else. She actually grows plants and produce for a living and makes quite a few bucks doing it. We live on a farm, a very secluded and desolate farm, but a prosperous one nonetheless. In fact, we haven't had a season yet where our crops have never grown or dried out. Even in winter, we manage to do alright.