Sealiah

A sigh, a feeling of misplacement. Such is life, I guess. Looking back, I can see why Raven intrigued me. I mean, who wouldn’t be intrigued by such a man offering flowers, and sponsoring your dreams? Oh, did I forget to mention? He bought my theater. Let me repeat. He. Bought. My. Theater. Not only that, but he stood up to our manager, forced him to raise our pay, and went about totally refurbishing the place. Not that I wasn’t grateful… it just seemed odd to me.

Now I know why.

But at the time… oh at the time it was wonderful. The practice room was ‘my’ territory. It’s where I went to avoid the construction, the constant noise. And it was there, that he finally started to snag my ‘interest’, so to speak. The wood was smooth under my feet, and the club music coming from the stereo was fast paced. Hard. Rough. Just the way I liked it. Spinning, sashaying. I was one being of ultimate grace and movement. Every muscle stretched and tightened, every part of my body undulated and worked as if today was the last day of life.

You never knew, really. And that’s why I was good. I didn’t hold anything back. Ever. Everything I did, I did with passion, and fire. And people saw that. It attracts their eyes, their hearts. It makes them feel as if they are seeing poetry come to life, a more romantic view of the world than what people see in everyday life. I could say that’s why I danced, but I’d be lying.

I danced because to dance was to be free. And that’s what caught me. He caught me. Joined me in my practice, and I barely noticed. I only knew that there was someone beside me, someone who could move just right, who seemed to have an instinctual grasp of how to make one person two, and those two people seem more than just bodies moving to a beat. I found myself being held in two arms, breathing in a scent that was musky, male, and utterly enticing. And for that one moment, I let myself forget the world. Forget Raoul. Forget… everything.

And the music stopped. I remember looking up, and jumping away as if I’d been burned. It was him. That damned dietician, with his smug little look and that perfect hair… and a nice body. But no, I had to keep reminding myself that he was the enemy. He was the reason I kept getting pestered about my weight.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m no chunker. But I’m muscular, just a bit. Who wouldn’t be, with all the dancing I do on a regular basis? I don’t look like a man, but I don’t look wimpy either. I’m healthy, I’ve got curves. And my weight is perfect. I’m only 140lbs, and I’m about 5’’5. Does that sound fat to anyone? Well it does to a lot of my coworkers. But I think they look rather skeletal, to tell you the truth. And I could lay it all at the feet of people like him.

Try to be skinny. Try to be thin. Show that you’re still beautiful. That’s the kind of crap that comes out of mouths like his. Nice mouth… er.. now my hormones were getting to me. I excused myself, racing towards my dressing room, and blushing furiously the entire way. Why did he have to be so damned goodlooking anyways?

I didn’t see the look of surprise on his face. Though that wouldn’t have put me off guard. I didn’t see the look of amusement. Ok, odd, but still human. I didn’t see the resolute view that came across his eyes, or the way they seemed to flare up in fire for a moment. Had I, I would have run screaming, as fast as possible, for the nearest church. Unfortunately for me… I just didn’t see it.



Later that night, after finally riding the bus through dilapidated streets and broken down complexes, we’d arrived at my admittedly shitty apartment complex. Yes, you heard me. Shitty. The paint is fading in the hallways, the lights are dim, and the place has that old and rundown feeling, like a two dollar whore on Hollywood Boulevard.

Yeah, if you can’t tell, I was feeling pretty tired myself. But the complex hid my haven, my sanctuary from the world. And it hid it well. I had a soft off white paint on my walls that tinged towards green, and I had paintings up. Looking at my apartment, you’d never think it was located where it was… and that was the point. Rent was cheap here, and you only had to worry about getting shot or stabbed on the way to the bus stop.

Sounds like heaven, doesn’t it? Funny that I think of heaven now… since that’s what was sitting on my table when I walked into the kitchen. I admit… I’m a brave person…but seeing a being with a ten foot wingspan sitting on my kitchen table had me screaming. I even picked up a bat, and swung at him. Granted, my bat shattered into a million tiny pieces, and the next thing I knew he was pinning me to a wall.

But it didn’t feel… suggestive. More as if he was restraining me. And he hadn’t hurt me at all. Which I found kind of odd. He gave me a few minutes to wear myself out…and by the time I was done I was panting and glaring as if he was the bringer of all my troubles.

“You should be careful.”
“Of what?”
“Him. The guy that you danced with.”

Ok… that’s another knock to my head. How could he know about that? Was he spying on me? Had he been watching me all this time? Ok, cue the slow brain sign. “Are you an angel?” He had an amazing laugh… and now that I wasn’t panicked out of my mind, he had a nice… everything. Black hair down to his waist… usually not my thing, but hot damn it looked good on him. And eyes as black as coal… tan skin too… it was absolutely stunning. The face, the attitude… he melted my socks. Not that I’d ever admit it out loud.

“Yeah… you could say that. Look, he’s bad news.” Ok, that was odd. An angel talking mediocre street slang. Go figure.

erikestabrook

this was like a womens diary I felt in parts like it was girl talk
and like should I read this,but i did and I think you'll find
for that kind of literature hold its own following I kno wmy mom would reda it and if you do get that to that high level i'll tell her to read it.

nomadicrhymer

left us hanging again, huh? I don't know if that's good or bad!!! now I have pictures of sexy angels in my head....long hair on a man! oooohhhh, melting! that's my all time weakness, hehe! shhhh!!

Very Nice! waiting.....for....more....!!

Nomad

mangodroplet

AHHH!!! MORE MORE MORE....arg.
now i'm gonna go on reading withdrawal....dam cliffhangers....:]

PaintedDiary

Dear Sealiah,

This was a brilliant display of masterful writing. You as the craftswoman have taken this thing called writing to an ultimate level with this piece. I love the cliffhanger, because, I know you will be back to taunt us more. Brilliant Sealiah, just brilliant. Thank you for sharing this with us.


{{{~~**Dr. Rob**~~}}}

adrianming

i dont understand the last part, do i need to figure it out?? =.=

Sealiah

LOL... the angel at the end of this is... shall we say... a meddling guardian. All shall be made clear about him shortly.