The Mortician's Daughter 6

Mika
Dark clouds rolled in clusters as if imitating the ever glorious aurora sky, but to their shame they failed miserably; as the horizon only darkened even more, it blocked the sun which was the only clear source of light.

Ahh.. Such nostalgic feeling and yet it brought some sort of excitement to an aristocratic young woman. And at her bed; there lay her lover; Or so he claimed.
"Are you going out?" he asked opening his eyes; his vision still a bit of a blur. But he could see her from where she was.

There she sat in front of a full length mirror; aptly fixing her hair. She nodded once answering his question.  But not a single word escaped her lips

His eyes tightened. "Where?" he interrogated as he sat up from the bed.  Red velvet silk sliding down his bare chest; his hair mussed from tossing and turning as he slept.

"I'm just..." she paused for a brief moment. "I'm going visit Jena and Natalie."
Her voice... her face.. Her expression never gave any hint of betrayal nor regret.

He was still in doubt but Georg couldn't do anything, he cannot restrain and keep Mika as his prisoner or detain her from the outside world. More or less... he was powerless against her. He holds nothing but trust and hope that the she loved him enough to be faithful.

She stood up; her chair pushed back emitting a low screeching sound.  Georg froze for a moment as he gazed upon her;

Her black knee high dress hung tightly around her curvaceous body, revealing more that it should; her hair fixed in a rather messy way.

"Wait.." Georg was about to stand up. He didn't want anyone to see her looking like that. He only wanted her all for himself. But he stopped; clenching his fist into a tight ball.

Mika turned; her bright brown eyes looked at him. "I'm going…" she said her voice rather cold.

'Freedom.' She thought as she walked into a familiar street; the clunking of her high heels was the only sound that can be heard on Empty Street; it echoed through the brick walls.

At last she arrived into a garden concealed coffee shop; out of the gloomy waste of that street.  She paused for a moment at the door inhaling deeply; steadily she turned the knob. The bell that hung above it rang, notifying a guest was in. Mika scanned the room. And on the Far East side, there she saw Tom; Smiling sweetly at her.

Her heart started to race, beating so loudly that everything around her seems to vanish. Swiftly she walked over to him; his hand outstretched to her. She took his hand enthusiastically; she sat beside him their bodies so close.

"I miss you.." he whispered to her ear;

"I miss you too.." she whispered back. They were lost in their own world; how they wished that moment will never end.

That night at the party; Tom had accepted Mika's proposal; to be her lover.  Even if he knew it wasn't fair to any of them. He took his chances. And thus there they were. Madly in love.

Tom sighed hopelessly. "How long do we have to stay like this?" he asked. He was in pain. He was sharing someone that was rightfully his.

Her delicate hand cradled Tom's face. Making him face her: "I'm so sorry… but it wont be long.. I assure you.." there was a hint of darkness in her voice. As if it meant something…



Bill
There they were conceived in the warm velvet covers. Their bodies tangled. And hands clinging together; her head rested on top of his chest.  While his free hand gently brushed her hair.  

His mind was still in chaos; he couldn't bear to be away from her; the moments he had spent with her seem to fill the emptiness he felt before.

He knew he had to choose, his dreams; all his hard work, everything.. or Natalie.
He had to give it all up to be with her… or to leave her and pretend that everything never happened.

But how can he forget Natalie when she had become his everything. He was in love with her beyond reason. Beyond any understanding.

He let out a sigh of defeat. How could she make him lose his self like that, he glanced at her;

The delicacy of her nose and lips were beautiful to look at, she was there when the entire world seems to have deserted him. Those moments that had bound him to Natalie; she was always there when he couldn't endure the company of any another person.

She glanced at him she was fadely startled.  "What's wrong?" her voice hoarse.

"It's nothing…" he lied closing his eyes trying to avoid her eyes that seems to see right through him.


Then she looked back at him and in a steady voice without undue emotion she said "I'll never leave you" Her beauty seems vulnerable for the first time.  

"I'll understand if you have to leave.." her voice came out as a blank void. However, there was something endearing about her putting his comfort above her own distress.

His hand held hers. "I'll always be here for you..." his voice soft like velvet. "I love you." He said it straightforwardly without complexities.



Andy
He knew it was a mistake to come to the party.  

Andy sat on the edge of his pristinely made bed and stared out the window at the black night spread before him. He could wait no longer, sitting in this room, listening to the slow and steady heartbeats echoing around him, pounding in his head like
tribal drums.

Hearts beating in the darkness. Jena's was one of them. His own heart struggled to beat in response, but it was no use. It had been too long since the organ in his chest had kept such rhythm.
He rose to his feet, clad in trousers and shirtsleeves. He could hardly sit there all night listening to the sounds of the house. Night was his time to thrive, the time when he felt the most vital and alive. He was restless and eager to burn some of the
energy inside him.

Cautiously he crept from his room and down the stairs through the house, the last thing he wanted to do was wake the mortician or that daughter of his.

The thought of her gave him pause, right in the middle of the great hall, in a ray of moonlight that slipped through one of the many windows. Jena Rain. Could she have been named any less aptly? That one had the heavy scent of nostalgia upon her.
Even now, hours later, he could recall the scent of her as she fanned herself before him.

"I must be loosing my mind" he chuckled as he lightly ran his hand through his raven black hair.

"Monsieur Sixx?"  a familiar voice came from behind him.

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I deliberately turned around, she was standing there the bright moon's light illuminated her pale skin. She looked at me, my mind shut down. I froze right there. My body was stiff and my breathing became heavy.  

I was certain she was the person from the other night. Who could ever forget hair that devoid of light and a face so beautiful it would hurt.

Her hair was as dark as the night sky beautiful, elegant, none like any other. It suited her some what alabaster skin.

She swiftly walked to me. Now we were face to face. I could feel my heart beat so fast that my chest could no longer contain it.

"Having trouble sleeping?"  Her lips curved into a light smile.

I nodded once. "And you?"  I didn't intend on gazing at her for more that a moment more. But my eyes just caught her inadvertently.

Dark clouds covered the sky. The moon failed to give light. But even to that. Her beauty radiated.

"I'm simply letting time pass by" she chuckled; it was most charming in its own way.  

"Then can I accompany you, My Lady?" I mused, as a smile painted my lips.

She started to walk down the poorly lit hall. , "Maybe another night monsieur" her voice wafted with the cold winter wind.

Strangely enough, I head back to the confines of my own room. But still her image filled my thoughts.  Her eyes, her nose, her face her every action and how her smile fascinates me.  I was developing an unhealthy obsession over her.