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Chapter 7
2011.11.13. 09:52
Recommended song: Emily Browning – Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)
Chapter 7
He was left alone in the spacious room as the sun was setting slowly behind the houses, bathing the furniture in purple and red colors. David had to go and talk to someone and it gave Martin some time to digest his revelation. He didn’t want to believe it. It all sounded so crazy to him, but still there was that damned doubt whispering into his ear. He needed answers and proof that David wasn’t some crazy lunatic, who was just messing with his head.
“Explain” he whispered with a cold look when his host has returned into the half-lit silent room.
“A long time ago my Clan got the task to come to Earth and keep the fragile balance in the human world that was endangered by religions and blind faith that was a gift from above as well. And before you would ask, no, we are not at war with angels. We keep ourselves to the rules that were set thousands of years ago, stopping those who want to break them. In a nutshell, we don’t want war or take over the world, we just want to live in peace, keep the balance and spread our teachings that surround humans in books and poetry and innovations. Some humans are able to recognize these. But this is much more complex than you could understand right now and we’ll have time later to talk about this. The most important thing is that there are sleeping demons that were already born on Earth. Some stay in that dormant state and live a human life – some of them relying on their instincts more – and are not ready to be awakened. But in their next life maybe they will be ready to know about their true nature. It all serves the growing of their souls with living through experiences.”
“So it’s like a learning process for the soul?”
“Yes, exactly. With every lifetime it gains more and more, takes a step closer to perfection. So as you can see, we are not bloodthirsty creatures in the Catholic meaning. We have our enemies, like witches and other creatures that try to judge over us. We fight them when they attack us.”
“And what made you think that I’m one of you?”
“Martin…” he said and a dreamy smile slowly spread on his face “Have you ever heard the expression soul mates?”
“Yes, I guess.”
“Good. There’s a reason it’s called like that. You see, our souls sometimes get split down there and the pieces born in different individuals. And when these pieces meet, they recognize each other. I felt that way when I first met you. I felt your soul resonate with mine. Haven’t you felt it?” he looked at the confused blond man for a long moment then went on “These pieces are drawn to each other when they meet in a life time – which they sometimes doesn’t do for centuries. One can have more soul mates, it depends on how many pieces the soul was split. When you are close to such a soul mate, you often feel like being at home. You feel good and sometimes you don’t have to talk at all to understand each other. Soul mates can come in different forms. Friends, relatives or lovers. It depends on how much experience did the soul gather in its previous lives. During that night you visited me and let yourself go for the first time it became clear to me that our role will be lovers in this life time. You’ve felt it too, don’t you?”
“I… I don’t know” Martin mumbled and suddenly felt at a loss as he watched Dave come closer.
“Nah, don’t say that. Don’t you feel it when I touch you?” he whispered gently stroking along Martin’s slightly flushed face and smiled seeing him close his eyes and shudder. “Don’t you feel your soul cry out for mine… don’t you feel the warmth that spreads inside you when I’m close to you?” he whispered into his ear. “The first time you’ve set your eyes on me, I seemed familiar to you, haven’t I? You felt that you knew me from somewhere and felt my energies, right?”
“Yes… it was burning me… like now” he whispered back, feeling as if thousands of needles were warmly prodding his skin.
“Exactly. You’ve met me before on another plane in your dreams… in our kind’s collective conscious.”
“Collective what?” he opened his eyes and looked at David with a dreamy face, not really minding his closeness anymore.
“Collective conscious. It’s a plane that’s for our kind to communicate even from great distances” he shrugged “That way we can keep track of the others and help each other, for example through séances.”
“I think I get it…” he said as some things clicked into place in his mind. “I can feel your power…” he mumbled from the nice and somehow exciting feeling. In the dying sun’s light he thought he saw a dark and gold glow around Dave’s body, swirling warmly and flowing onto his skin. It was like a cloud or a warm blanket of energy that surrounded both of them now, calling for him. He could hear it in his mind. It was as if a veil was ripped off his eyes and he understood himself better now. “So… me being a… demon was the cause that I’ve been always an outsider? Mostly observing the world from a distance? Feeling not really part of it?”
“Yes. You couldn’t find your place. Not really. I know…” Dave said on a low tone as he watched the burning red sunbeams paint Martin’s face, glistening in his eyes “there’s always been a thin glass wall between them and you. They could never really understand you or make you feel at home. You were constantly searching for something you couldn’t name… Just like me…”
“Yes…” Martin breathed, letting Dave hold his face between his hands. The magic of the moment carried him away and he felt a lump in his throat.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you, Martin… You know what you are to me, don’t you?” he whispered on his lips then looked deep into the glowing green irises.
“Your male pair…” he said quietly without thinking and these three words seemed to lighten up Dave’s face. It was obvious that the dark-haired man was relieved, because Martin seemed to finally understand what he was trying to explain to him.
“Yes, you are…” he breathed then softly kissed the other man’s trembling lips and it felt like magic for Martin, as if a wall crumbled down deep inside of him, flooding his soul with long forgotten emotions, making his head spin and let a wonderful warmness spread in his heart. He arrived home.
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A few days have passed since Martin talked to David and they’ve spent a hot and passionate night together. The blond man still couldn’t process all the information David shared with him. He felt like drifting away from reality and finding himself in a strangely familiar land, not wanting to come back at all. And somehow he didn’t find it repelling anymore that he got this close to another man. All the voices calmed down and he found inner peace when he was near David. He didn’t see him threateningly mysterious like before, now he understood him more, although there were still a lot of things he had to learn about him and their world. Yes, their world. In some moments his rational brain tried to protest about this whole situation, but he tended to care less and less.
Suddenly in his dream he sensed something and he opened his eyes and looked up lying in bed. David was standing there watching him in his dark clothes.
“Get dressed and come with me” his unexpected visitor said quickly and Martin sensed some excitement behind his words.
“What happened? Where are we going?” he asked sleepily, holding his head for a moment from the strong drinks he had before going to bed.
“I want you to meet someone special and very important. So get yourself together, please” he said quickly lighting a lamp and throwing some nicer clothes on Martin’s bed.
Within a few minutes he was ready and presentable, sitting next to Dave in an elegant carriage. His head cleared up from the cold night air. His mate seemed quite tense and didn’t say a word until they’ve arrived back to Dave’s place. When they entered the house Martin felt it immediately that it was buzzing, although he didn’t really see many people around. It was more about energies. As he concentrated the way David had taught him he saw that the taller man’s dark energies were swirling so-to-say excited around him as they quickly headed upstairs and along some corridors. Martin nearly forgot how big this house was.
“Just go with your instincts, Martin…” he whispered stopping in front of a door.
“Why are you saying this?” he asked, but got no answer since David opened the door and hurried into the rather dark room, which was lit only by a few candles. Martin followed a little bit unsure.
The power was huge even for his newly awakened senses and his muscles stiffened when he felt it swirl around him, as if its owner wanted to size him up. That corner of the room which he faced was too dark for him to see who was there, but he noticed that short long-haired man, Brian move closer from the wall and carry a candelabra to the table which Martin couldn’t see before thanks to the shadows. As the other male put down the light-source on the shiny tabletop, it illuminated a pair of green eyes glowing from a heart-shaped beautiful face, framed by soft locks of brown hair.
“My queen, I present you Mr. Martin Gore…” Dave said quietly and both he and Brian sank on one knee in front of the sitting figure and her enormous power that flew around them like a warm swirling river.
The beautiful woman stood up and instinctively Martin fell on his knees too, staring up into the enigmatic emerald eyes, completely forgetting to breathe.
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