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A Mid Autumn’s Nightmare
The night air bit cold at my skin. White vapor like swirling mist
puffed erratically with each breath I took. I pulled the woolen coat
tighter around me. A harvest moon hung full in the ebony sky.
Black feathery clouds drifted temporarily blocking the moonlight.
I don’t know where he came from. He just appeared right smack
in front of me, up close and personal, blocking my path.
“What do you want, Darius?” I was feeling grumpy.
He smiled that slow, sexy, smile. His chocolate eyes lit on me and
he tilted his head, slightly. “What no warm embrace? Did you
not miss me, mo duinne?”
His voice sluiced over me like warm maple syrup poured over hot
cakes. I suppressed the urge to stomp my foot.
Damn, damn, damn. All it took were those eyes and that voice
and my body went all traitorous. “Don’t call me that and no, I
didn’t miss you. I was hoping against all odds that you were gone
from my life.”
“Ahhh…mo duinne. Why must you cut me to the very heart?”
He pursed those full lips into a pout that came across oh so sexy
as opposed to pathetic. I wanted to kick him. Then his hand was
beneath my chin pushing my face up so I would have to meet his
eyes. I tried to avoid it but…damn, he was not having it. A girl
could drown in those eyes.
Momentarily stunned, I stood like a deer startled in headlights.
Luckily, reason returned pretty quickly.
“Stop that!” I stepped backward out of reach. “And I told you to
stop calling me that.” I turned and started to walk away.
“You torture me, mo…I mean, Aliese.”
Double Damn! I hate when he does that. God, now he’s all
cooperative. Damn!
I know I’m in trouble when Darius gets agreeable. Besides, he
has a way with my name that just makes me go all mushy inside.
“Please just leave me alone.” That’ll work. I said the ‘p’ word.
That’s the magic word, isn’t it? Yeah, right.
I took another step away and bumped smack into his chest.
“Damn, Darius. You did it again. I hate when you do that.” No
sound, no movement of air, he was just there. “I wish you’d stop
doing that.”
He smiled again, this time showing the tiniest bit of fang.
Damn. When would I learn? The dead make no noise.
I threw my hands in the air. “I give up. What do you want from
me?”
He sighed and placed a hand over his heart. “Why, Aliese. I only
want you.”
Damn! I knew that. Ask a stupid question….
©2004 Copyright by Sharon L Connors writing as Dayana Knight
The night air bit cold at my skin. White vapor like swirling mist
puffed erratically with each breath I took. I pulled the woolen coat
tighter around me. A harvest moon hung full in the ebony sky.
Black feathery clouds drifted temporarily blocking the moonlight.
I don’t know where he came from. He just appeared right smack
in front of me, up close and personal, blocking my path.
“What do you want, Darius?” I was feeling grumpy.
He smiled that slow, sexy, smile. His chocolate eyes lit on me and
he tilted his head, slightly. “What no warm embrace? Did you
not miss me, mo duinne?”
His voice sluiced over me like warm maple syrup poured over hot
cakes. I suppressed the urge to stomp my foot.
Damn, damn, damn. All it took were those eyes and that voice
and my body went all traitorous. “Don’t call me that and no, I
didn’t miss you. I was hoping against all odds that you were gone
from my life.”
“Ahhh…mo duinne. Why must you cut me to the very heart?”
He pursed those full lips into a pout that came across oh so sexy
as opposed to pathetic. I wanted to kick him. Then his hand was
beneath my chin pushing my face up so I would have to meet his
eyes. I tried to avoid it but…damn, he was not having it. A girl
could drown in those eyes.
Momentarily stunned, I stood like a deer startled in headlights.
Luckily, reason returned pretty quickly.
“Stop that!” I stepped backward out of reach. “And I told you to
stop calling me that.” I turned and started to walk away.
“You torture me, mo…I mean, Aliese.”
Double Damn! I hate when he does that. God, now he’s all
cooperative. Damn!
I know I’m in trouble when Darius gets agreeable. Besides, he
has a way with my name that just makes me go all mushy inside.
“Please just leave me alone.” That’ll work. I said the ‘p’ word.
That’s the magic word, isn’t it? Yeah, right.
I took another step away and bumped smack into his chest.
“Damn, Darius. You did it again. I hate when you do that.” No
sound, no movement of air, he was just there. “I wish you’d stop
doing that.”
He smiled again, this time showing the tiniest bit of fang.
Damn. When would I learn? The dead make no noise.
I threw my hands in the air. “I give up. What do you want from
me?”
He sighed and placed a hand over his heart. “Why, Aliese. I only
want you.”
Damn! I knew that. Ask a stupid question….
©2004 Copyright by Sharon L Connors writing as Dayana Knight