Part 43 (1/2)
”I can hear so many questions running wild in your mind, I'm surprised you're not exhausted!” He said, trying to get my mind off it all.
”There is still so much I don't know and sometimes my mind runs away with me.”
”So I can see.” He mocked playfully but I could tell he was just happy that he had distracted me for the moment. To be fair, with Draven around, that was never difficult to achieve.
For the moment we both remained silent as we continued on throughout his home and it seemed to be endless. Of course from the outside it didn't seem half as big as it actually was. This was due to most of it being engulfed by the forest and cliff's edge. It was blanketed from outsiders and it was understandable why, for one it was a lot older than everyone presumed it to be. It would be pretty hard to understand how once an old monastery, over a thousand years old ended up on the outskirts of a small New England town. Not when the place itself was only established in the sixteen hundreds.
I remember Draven telling me once that it was brought over here stone by stone because of the positioning and importance the land holds. Something about where the Temple lay was directly on top of a gateway to the other sides. Of course, I was fascinated by it all but the more questions I asked, the more resigned Draven became to talking about it. I think he worried that my head might explode if told too much all at once. I can't really blame him, it must get very annoying and childlike to be asking so many questions about anything and everything. I mean it was like having my very own Wikipedia man!
”And what is a Wikipedia man?” He asked me and I mentally slapped myself. I needed to put a stop to this reading mind lark! It was becoming very frustrating and I was just thankful it didn't happen all the time.
”You really need to stop reading my mind!”
”Why? I'm thinking seriously about making you an alcoholic.” He laughed at his own joke and I couldn't help but follow him. Draven was such a serious character by nature, it was always infectious to hear the sound of his laughter.
”Hey, so that's why you let me drink all that I did, you wanted access to my mind?” I didn't think about it at the time but now it was clear. I mean if Draven knew about every drink I had, then why hadn't he stopped me earlier, before I had gone too far....of course now that answer was clear. He had wanted me drunk all along, just enough so that I didn't have any mental walls to prevent him from hearing my guilt.
”You are your own person Keira, you do as you please. I did not force you into drinking your bodyweight in Coronas and tequila shots.”
”Ummf, but you liked the outcome sure enough! And if that is the case why did you stop me at all?” I folded my arms instead of clinging onto him, that I had been.
”I must confess I did, but I knew if I didn't stop you when I did then we wouldn't be having this conversation now.”
”And why is that?!” I was a little miffed at the idea of him getting his own way at my expense.
”Because, if you had drank any more, then I would be carrying a pa.s.sed out Keira instead of a p.i.s.sed off one.” He tried to control his smirk but was doing a lousy job at it.
It wasn't until I looked away from him that I realised I knew where we were. It was the main hallway that led down to his room door that was now facing us. I had to smile at the sight of 'our' bedchamber, making me forget that I was a little mad at him.
”Home,” I said under my breath, but of course he heard it, because he lifted the whole of my body up to his face. I really don't know how he did it considering he had been holding me now for quite some time. Talk about superhuman powers or what! He leaned his head to my face and said, ”Yes, you are.” His voice was covered with happy emotions as he said this. He walked us inside and placed me gently down on the couch as though I was made of fine china. Of course I laughed out loud when he handed me a steaming, hot mug.
”I think you need this.” He said, smirking down at me. I looked down to see the thick dark liquid and one smell had me wrinkling my nose as the bitter taste of coffee invaded my nostrils. Draven frowned at me.
”Keira it will help sober you up.” He tried to reason with me but there was nothing he could say to get me to drink that horrible stuff!
”I think being sick helped with that thanks. But I wouldn't say no to a nice cuppa?” He rolled his eyes at me.
”I thought that cla.s.sified as a ”Cuppa”” He tried to mimic my accent but I don't think the mild Liverpudlian accent was his forte!
”Oh no, see a Cuppa means a cup of tea, see I'm somewhat of an expert on this.”
”Oh really, then please educated me so that I never make such a grave mistake again.” He moved to sit next to me and instead of lounging out I moved my legs to give him room. I actually got excited about teaching him something, even if it was all just playful banter. I mean I know I was drunk but I hadn't completely lost all my marbles!
”Well ok, but you have to understand... 'We', as in the English people....well, we take drinking tea as a very serious business. See it can't be any old s.h.i.+t!” At this he laughed at me, which I relished.
”No, but of course.” He said as if obviously he was in agreement.
”See, some of the posher lot of us like something called 'Twinning's Breakfast Tea' but this is not your everyday stuff, more like the stuff you get out when you're rich Aunt comes to stay, and your mother wants to impress your father's sister.” I explained all of this like Draven understood which I doubted...I mean it's not like he had anyone in his family richer than himself...If anything he was the rich Aunt!
”Ok, so I prefer something called PG tips which has a monkey and a comedian do the adverts or there's a brand called Tetley and they have little funny characters that I used to collect as a child with little teapots and...” I took one look at Draven's face to find him looking highly entertained at my drunken ramblings that I blushed before continuing, ”Anyway that's not important...where was I...Oh yeah, well either one brand is nice but you can't buy the stuff here, so I get my mum to send me a monthly supply.... you still with me?” I asked raising my eyebrow and looking to the side. I knew I was babbling on a bit so I wasn't surprised to find Draven sat there with a half hidden smile. Half hidden because he had one hand covering his chin. Like this, he reminded me of some s.e.xy professor! At this I slapped my forehead as I remembered one vital bit of information...He could hear me!
”Should I purchase some gla.s.ses, tweed jacket and a school room for this fantasy of yours?”
”Draven! You need to stop doing that! It's not fair to pry into my secret thoughts, not when I can't hear yours anyway.” I said pus.h.i.+ng him but he just grabbed my chin to pull me in for a fierce kiss, which I stopped.
”Keira!” He pleaded, but I had my reasons and considering I had not long ago puked up there wasn't a chance I was letting that happen.
”You have to try and control yourself,” I warned making him growl in return.
”But I don't want to, in fact I want to strip you naked and bathe in your scent.” At hearing this I shouted out in shock. Because, of course, he never actually spoke the words, I just heard them being said in his mind...he was letting me in.
”I heard you!”
”And did you like what you heard?” He asked like a true bad a.r.s.e.
” Maybe. Ok yes but I still want my cup of tea...besides this is cold now,” I said handing him the mug I still had hold of.
”We can't have that now, can we?” He then reached across and dipped his finger in the liquid. I watched over the brim like a child would have. I couldn't keep the grin from my lips when the liquid started to move round before turning a lighter shade of brown. Once he'd finished he pulled his finger out and popped into his mouth and sucked it clean. I looked on like it was the s.e.xiest thing I had ever seen.
”Umm... I still have to say I prefer coffee.”
”That's because you're not English. Which makes me wonder what are you?”
”I'm a Demon/ Angel half breed King of the supernatural world.” He said it as though he had been doing everyday of his life but then again I couldn't really see Draven saying this to himself every morning in front of the mirror. This thought once again had him laughing.
”I'm Persian!” He then said proudly as if it was common knowledge.
”Oh...so no tea then?” I said taking the first sip of my very own bee's nectar.
”So is that like the Prince of Persia?” I continued but he just stared back at me blankly.
”Sorry?” He obviously didn't understand the joke. Not a game fan clearly.
”It's a video game.” Once again he was frowning.
”There is a game people play called this?”
”Yeah, us people play stuff like that. It was cool but I was hopeless...I kept dying, falling off walls and such but my ex was really good at it.” As soon as I mentioned an ex I realised my flaw. Note to self, never mention the ex's and what's more never praise them! Draven's eyes turned darker and his frown made them look lost in a deeper rage.
”Oh come on don't go all Demonic on me, it's not like you ever have to meet them like I do!”
”Lucky for them.” He said coldly and when he saw my face, only then did he start to unclench his fists. We sat in silence for a bit while I finished my tea because in truth I didn't know what to say next. It seemed everything out of my mouth was just going to anger him or seem very childish in his ancient eyes.
”That's not true, I love to hear about what your life was like before I met you. It fascinates me to hear you speak. But feel free to leave out past lovers won't you.”
”Deal. What do you want to know?” I said turning more to face him after placing my empty mug on the floor.
”What was your childhood like, was it a happy one?” I laughed at the thought of me as a child, all tomboy and sc.r.a.ped knees. Messy, wild, golden hair that grew more upwards than it did downwards. Dirty finger nails from digging worms in the garden and racing snails up my mum's clean windows. Running into the wooded area near our house just after it rained because I loved the smell of wet earth and dripping leaves. Climbing trees and crying one day when my favourite one was ripped from the ground to make way for a new development of houses.
Making marble runs and our own board games out of crisp boxes, finished toilet rolls and sticky tape with my sister. Spending time with my best friend on the school wall talking about boys we fancied. Going to the school disco and having my first real kiss by the Maths room, from a boy I fell hard for..... Yes... apart from seeing Demons and Angels walking the earth with me, yes it was a happy one indeed. Of course I didn't need to voice my answer, I had just shown him everything by accessing my own memories.