Fall From Grace(100)

I blinked at the falling flakes of ice as they blanketed my face and eyes.  I tried to move my body, but their seemed to be an excessive weight pressing down around me.  That’s when my eyes focused on him.  Blake.

He had pinned my arms underneath me, straddled my body and crouched over me.  His mouth was a mere inch from mine.  I stared into his ancient cold remorseless eyes.

He slowly lifted his left hand to my face, exposing the long sharp blade of a knife.  I could hear myself moan in panic.  The sound made his lips turn up in a smile.

“Go ahead and kill me,” I whispered.

He lifted the knife from in front of my eyes and slid it slowly down my torso to my waist.  I was so numb from the ice and snow that I couldn’t even feel if he had cut me yet.

“I didn’t really want to kill you, Selah, I wanted to love you.  Wanted you to be mine and take over the heavens. Think about it, because I won’t stop until you’re mine.  Until everything is mine.”

He placed his lips on mine as he pierced the knife into my skin.

I tried to speak, I tried to scream, but his mouth stifled any noise I could have made.

He pressed the knife through my side as if I was warm butter and leaned away to assess his work.

Calmness covered my body, as I floated away from the pain and stared into his eyes.

“Never.  Never will I be anything but his,” I whispered.

The world unfocused and everything became darker.  After the heaviness of Blake on my body lessened, I could hear only the voices of angels, and the warmth of someone’s arms.

I could hear someone yell for 911.  Background noises of screams and curses melted into the blowing winds.  But louder than anything, I could hear a whispered voice near my ear; warm and pure.  “Don’t be scared...heaven is breathtaking.”

I tried to move my lips to smile, but I could no longer feel my body.  I’d never get to see heaven, but at least I got to feel it once in a kiss.




Chapter 16

A moment after the world went black; I was suddenly standing in an old Victorian style coffee shop.  The walls were pale green and decorated with antique framed etchings. Thick bitter smells of coffee and cinnamon drifted through the air.

Gabriel sat at a table in the middle of the empty room.  He cradled a large cup in both his elegant hands and leaned his head over the steam that eerily rose from it.  His eyes were closed as he blew gently over the dark surface of the caramel colored liquid.

I gingerly walked towards the dark wooden table and sat in the empty chair opposite him.

His broad shoulders rose slightly as he inhaled the aroma and slowly sipped a tiny bit through pursed lips.

Before me, out of nowhere, appeared a large mug covered with frothy white whipped cream; strands of sweet caramel crisscrossed the top.  I cupped my hands around it and shivered at the warmth. Even though I wasn’t in the snow any longer, I could still remember the iciness in my bones.

I lifted the heavy mug to my lips and tasted the creamy sweetness.  Across from me, Gabriel opened his eyes. We stared at each other through the rising steam of our coffees without speaking.

Coming somewhere from out of the dark silence, hummed a low hissing sound and the all too familiar beeps of a life support machine.  The faint sounds surrounded us and set a morbid mood against the beauty of the lovely soft Victorian style ambience.

I looked down to notice my fists were clenched tightly around my coffee mug.  This was different. Much different from any other time I’d died.  “Are you going to tell me what’s going on or are you still playing your cruel games with my soul?”