I opened my eyes, wondering why I was awake, and there he was, blocking me
from seeing anything but his ghostly face.
“Scoria!” I yelped. ‘Don’t do
that!” he grinned and gave a soundless chuckle, pulling laughter from somewhere
in my brain. He drifted down to sit on the edge of the bed, and the bed refused
to acknowledge his presence as usual.
I stared at the clock across the
room. “One…. Scoria, what in the name of my vampire teddy bear did you wake me
up for at one in the morning?!” I
put as much emotion into this as I could while whispering. My almost parents
were next door, and they didn’t know. They didn’t know anything.
He patted the bed next to him
with a semi-transparent hand and I swung my legs around to sit, shivering
slightly from the cold. I turned to face him and wondered why on earth he had
woken me so early.
Scoria reached up a hand that was
more solid than not and slid the eye patch off my face. I had fallen asleep
with it on again. He looked at my once again damaged eye, and a hand that was
once again insubstantial cupped my cheek.
I felt him steeling himself for
something before he cut the link. I wondered why he had done so, but then all
thoughts were blown from my head as he leaned forward.
A ghostly touch against my lips,
like a soft wind playing across them. I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened
them again, and Scoria was still there, filling my vision. I saw gray lids
hiding the eyes that, more than anything else, made him different. I saw the
pale hair, felt the form next to me grow more solid, felt the bed sag ever so
slightly. It was then that I realized the moment for what it was.
The kiss, for indeed it was a
kiss, no matter how strange, seemed to last for an eternity. But it was little
more than a minute, as I could see the clock through Scoria’s head
occasionally.
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