𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞

77. Kiss Of The Devil

"You know, I should really get dressed.." I smiled and lightly pushed him away.

"Yes, sure. A great day awaits us." he said and walked out of my room.

I gazed into his soul, his eyes of liquid amber scrutinizing things inside of which he could only dream of seeing in himself. I was a mystery. A dangerously beautiful mystery, and he was ensnared in the trap which I had set. Longingly, he devoured my face with his eyes, wishing with all his being that he could reach out and brush his hand against my perfectly shaped cheekbones, or under the feathers of my thick, dark lashes.

My breath toppled out of my soft lips like a ball of tumble weed softly blowing through the sky. I was a fallen angel to him. A princess of darkness. A twilight queen. I was a mystery. A dangerously beautiful mystery. And he was in love with me. In the end, he had fell into my trap as easy as a mouse is caught in its trap.

My eyes, pierced through his soul, going through his lies, his secrets and his memories. The way I looked at him was very observant. As if I was studying every single bit of him, until I had a picture of him wherever I went. I had a photographic memory. Never forgetting a single thing. After all that was Derange's first rule, observe your target as much as you can, everything can be and will be used against him.

I quickly got dressed and finished my breakfast with James, shortly after that we got out of his house. It was the perfect time of day, I mused for a view such as this. The mountains rose up before us in the west, haloed in the bright light of the sun. I wondered why James had brought me here, but he stared out at the mountain range ahead of us without showing any signs of speaking, so I followed his gaze and watched the sun.

The water of the nearby river reflected the bright light of the sun, though with more shades of blue, due to the sun's influence. I lost my breath. While utterly captivated by the scene in front of my eyes, I couldn't help but become aware of James who was standing beside me. His arms were behind his back, his figure straight yet somehow relaxed, and there was an expression of total peace on his face as he watched around him.

When I was younger, whenever we went in Snowshill with Victoria she always got scared of the mountains. Little Victoria would describe the mountains as a heard of great gray dinosaurs, that had lain down in the noon sun on some sunny prehistoric afternoon for a nap and never woken up. To her young eyes the mountain range were giant beasts, giant beasts that could one day stir and walk the earth with ground shaking strides. That thought made a hot tear roll down my left cheek, I quickly wiped it away.

"I could never have a normal conversation with my dad, let's say he had...a very peculiar personality. When I came here for the first time, I understood what inner peace meant." he said as if he was out of breath. "I don't know you that well but from the first time I saw you...I felt peace, peace I had never felt before." he whispered.

I didn't know how to feel about James, he was talking so freely about his feelings and all I could do was watch him making a fool out of himself. Coming to me, to be healed by me, would break him. For to come to me was forbidden, yet to stay away was pain. He would remain locked in love that would only bring him sorrow, he didn't really know that but I did.

"You know...you don't have to say anything. I am not asking you to say things you don't feel." he sighed.

His words rocked my mine, leaving it moving in foreign ways, ways I had become unaccustomed. He was an echo, but one with the power to tear down walls I had built high and deep. That was what he did best, making me feeling conflicted but the hatred I was feeling was bigger than his fake words.

I was conflicted, lost between what was right and what wrong. Anything I would choose in the end would probably end in a disastrous way. Everything would burn into chaos if my heart was to declare war with my brain.

"I feel the same way James." I whispered and gently kissed his cheek.

"Our program starts with a hike until the waterfall. How does that sounds?" he smiled.

"Sounds perfect." I replied.

The road was so long that by the time we got to the other end the air was so fresh, no highway fumes at all. James said that sometimes there were ducks, mallards mostly, with their iridescent green heads, swimming and turning tail up, beautiful. Near the waterfall there was a small lake but we saw no ducks.

As soon as we were on the edge of the waterfall, I turned and looked down. It was a war between the waterfall and the water bed, attacking one another with all their might. Almost as if each drop of water was competing in a race to get there first or to make the loudest sound, as it was the only thing any of us could hear.

A force of nature, both beautiful and brutal. Tranquil from a distance but deafening up close. It was as if the cascades of water conjured cascades of equally powerful emotions in my brain and it quite took my breath away. It was simply spectacular, the most magnificent sight I had ever beheld. Suddenly I had an urge to do something crazy so I slowly approached the edge of the waterfall and turned facing James.

"See you." I said and I let my body fall.

I closed my eyes at first but then opened them again. My perception of time distorted, everything slowed down until there was nothing, only me and the sky above, the sky that seemed to swallow me whole. My hand reached out, kissing the sky, grasping the endless crevasse of blue. Everything was a blur, a blur that swirled out of existence. Suspended in the air, I closed my eyes once again and surrendered myself into the infinite sky above.

Then splashdown, right under the cold water before rising with hair plastered to my face, spitting water like some lame water feature. The water moved softly around my outstretched fingers, caressing cooly, eddying in their wake. I pulled my hand out and watched the drips, both transparent and opaque at the same time. In the breeze my hand was cold, yet my back was warmed by the early summer sun.

Soon after me another big splash sounded behind me as water jumped on my face. James. The water was so clear. It looked like tiny little glass pieces were encrusted with different types of fishes and shiny diamond flowers reflecting the rising sun.

"Are you crazy?" James shouted with no breath left.

"Maybe I am." I replied and chuckled at the same time.

He didn't know that I didn't love him back, but he couldn't resist. He leaned in a little closer, our foreheads touching. Dear god, he couldn't fight against the thoughts that were going through him. Mu very smell was flooding his senses now...his lips brushed mine. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding.

"Inanna" he whispered slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them.

I smiled, my heart fluttering at his voice as I clasped my hands on either side of his face. Never before had my fake name ever felt so wonderful. I hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips and, at my grant of access, delved inside my mouth.

He was being destroyed...slowly...exactly as I wanted him to.