The Look: Alpha Male, Feisty Female Romance (47 page)

Freja looked at Elsa with a face that of a hurt mother, but then a writhing horror twisted itself across her features, like a snake gliding swiftly over them, and making one little pause, with all its wreathed intervolutions in open sight. Her face darkened with some powerful emotion, which, nevertheless, she so instantaneously controlled by an effort of her will that, save at a single moment, its expression might have passed for calmness. After a brief space, the convulsion grew almost imperceptible, and finally subsided into the depths of her nature. She looked at Elsa and placed a single finger on her lips. She held up her wand in Elsa's direction.

“Freja, what are you doing?” Elsa said, just as a blue electric line slithered slowly from the tip of Freja's wand and made its way in her direction. It was clear at this moment that Freja meant Elsa absolutely no good.

“Doll, I forgot to tell you what happened to Kellen, when I found my grandfather lying on the floor of his apartment bleeding to death. I found Kellen later that day and killed him.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Elsa asked, her voice shaking, while the blue line continued its way to her position.

“It has everything to do with you, doll. I told you I would never put up with bad people anymore. You're not pure of heart, otherwise this crystal would never glow. You're broken, just like the rest of them. And for that, you will pay.”

“I never did anything to you.”

“Not yet, but you will. Your kind always does. It's high time I've done something about all this, before you hurt someone else. From now on, I'll be the one who receives Theo's love, not you, because you don't deserve it. You'll take your place with the other sodomites, the other filth that does nothing but make the lives of innocent people hard.” The blue wire wrapped itself around Elsa's body, like an angry serpent catching its next meal. The place where the blue line touched her skin burned through to the very core of her spirit. Elsa's pain was unbearable, and she fainted several times from its intensity. The last thought in her mind, before the pain sent her into an interminable darkness, was that she should have originally trusted her gut when she had the chance to use the one spell a regular woman had to protect herself from pure evil, now obviously incarnated in Freja Stein. Elsa knew it was all a trick, and the spell would have worked, she was certain, because she was a decent person. She didn't know why the crystal had glowed, but it doubtless had to do with yet another of Freja's illusions to play with her mind, and, likewise, indicated nothing about the state of her soul. She was innocent, pure, and she loved Theo with all her heart. There was nothing anyone could convince her otherwise.

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Elsa awoke before she even opened her eyes. The damp ground cooled the surface of her cheek, but the air above her was hot, like the interior of an oven. Without needing a mirror, she felt the pine needles impressing themselves on her face and palms. Something told her she was being watched and she dared not let me him know she was alive. She could lie here, playing dead, for all of eternity. Part of her wanted to, because despite what she told herself, she knew she had made a grave mistake, even though exactly what form her mistake had taken remained unclear to her. Perhaps her first mistake was trusting Freja in following her to Dorien's cave dwelling, in order to trap Elsa. Or maybe it was the fact that she agreed to kiss Dorien--maybe then the crystal never would have come to life, entrapping her to her current position. But then there was no telling what Dorien had in store for her if she had disagreed. Elsa wondered to herself what ultimate goal Freja had in mind by making her kiss Dorien. Freja either needed to know Elsa's intentions, in the way a mother would require her son's potential wife to prove her love--or, more likely, the ruby crystal contained a magic that allowed Freja to get Theo's love. There was no way Theo would love an ugly hag like Freja Stein, however. Elsa lay there, utterly confused about how to solve her current predicament.

A gust of wind tossed her face a space above ground.

“Get up,” a voice said, gruff and commanding. A scaly claw nudged her in the ribs, making Elsa wince. “I said get up. I know you're alive.” Elsa opened her eyes, a saw an orange eyeball the size of a grapefruit staring back at her. Sulfur wafted into Elsa's face so that she could barely breath. A dragon's breath obviously reeked of potent chemicals. “You're in for some pain if you don't stand up and hear your options.”

“What options, Dorien? Since when do you give me options?”

“If I had the power, you'd be a sizzling pile of sticks right now. But, fortunately for you, dear Freja had different plans for you. Gotta follow boss's orders.”

Elsa stood up and surprised herself at the sheer lack of energy she had. She looked around and saw that she was standing between the edge of that familiar forest which had called to her on the way to Dorien's cave, between that and the edge of a cliff, where Dorien in all his glorious dragon form now sat on his hind legs, his eyes narrowed on Elsa like she was prey. His scarred bat-like wings expanded like the sails of a massive ship, poised for flight, should he need to. Despite his massive frame, horrifying expression, and fuming breath, the dragon seemed ever so slightly afraid of Elsa, though she didn't know why. She dusted off her dress and looked him straight in the eye, ready for her fate, which was no doubt going to involve extreme amounts of heat.

“OK, I'm here. Go ahead and light me up. Just do me a favor and make sure it's quick. I hate waiting.”

“Shut your mouth, I'm not going to torch you, although I really want to. Turn around and you'll see your fate.”

“I know what's behind me. It's a stupid forest, which you think you can scare me into getting lost in.”

“I don't need to scare you,” Dorien said. “The Forbidden Forest will do that all on its own.”

“What if I refused? I am going to find Freja and kick her ass for what she's done. Then you're going to tell me where you have taken Theo.”

“You have thirty seconds to get walking, or you won't be able to outrun the flame. I'll give you a head start.”

Elsa pretended her heart was not palpitating, but she was indeed very afraid. “Tell me where you have taken my fiancée! Think about what you have done to your own brother, Dorien! He loves you, followed you anywhere, wanted nothing but to protect you! Have some compassion.” Elsa thought she saw a glimmer of regret in Dorien's eyes, but then it was quickly replaced with furious anger. He took a deep breath, and Elsa could feel the surrounding air rush into his lungs. She knew what was coming, so she turned her back to Dorien and prayed she would reach a safe distance from his wrath before he burned her alive.

But into the darkened forest ahead, she could never go, even though there was no other choice. It was either death by fire, or the mysteries and danger of the evil Forbidden Forest, which she had been warned about her entire life. The choice was heavy and shackling to her conscience, as she knew by entering the forest, the choice destroyed any hope of finding Theo. She would choose evil and frailty to save her own life, at the expense of everything she believed in, at the cost of saving the person she loved. She would sign her name into the Devil's guest book, in blood, red as the passion she once had for Theo but was now lost forever.

So into the woods she ran, as fast as the wind. Behind her, the heat lapped at her back, singed her clothes, and filled her lungs with dusky soot. And before her, deep despair waited, a journey into nothingness. Her heart sank at the realization. But she ran on in spite of this, unsure of the future, into the spindly, swaying, intoxicating trees.

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The fire dissipated from Elsa's vision fairly quickly, after the initial blast. She knew dragons could spit fire, but this was no simple stream of heat. Dorien's anger was so intense she might as well have outrun an atomic bomb, without the explosion. Running into the forest ahead, the single bright flash behind her formed her own shadow in the leaves, and then came the heat. Even here, at least a mile into the forest, she could still feel the heat and turned to see him spraying the tree line with violent, yellow hate. She turned back to the forest, searching for a small trail she could walk along, until she was a safe distance from Dorien. There was nothing but darkness before her, and the trees seemed to come closer and closer together, making the forest more and more dense. The shock of the trauma--losing almost all hope of ever finding Theo, the sudden understanding that there might be something to the crystal's glowing she had not been initially aware of, and the sheer loneliness of being forced to willingly walk to your demise, as she had done when she entered the Forbidden Forest--all this and more made Elsa feel completely separated from her old life. In her mind and heart, she entered a vast wilderness, accessing the darkest corners of her psyche and bringing out demons and witch people she always pretended not to see or notice in her regular life. Her old self lie like a dream behind her, receding into memory with frightening pace, and the evil forest forged her new identity. The moment when she placed her lips on Dorien's, Theo's damn brother, marked her shame, the unleashing of an ignominy which would haunt her far into the future. She felt like an angel in heaven, whom God had given the only thing truly worth having, and who, through the rottenness of her own nature, consciously chose her own damnation in Hell.

She wandered through the Forbidden Forest for several hours, passing glistening streams which emitted their own sparkling light when there was no sun or moon to reflect it. The water, therefore, took on a blackened, oily quality, and Elsa used the soft blue embers growing on the mossy skin on the tree bark and rock ravines, enlivening themselves perhaps from her presence, like blue fireflies scared by human beings, to grope her way through the black forest. The trees around her were gargantuan, massive and old, like they were made from a fairy tale. Their trunks extended far up into the canopy of the forest, where Elsa could not see, and had a circumference which Elsa never saw back on earth. They were big enough to drive ten wagons through in tandem.

She continued on, vaguely aware of the information she had gleaned from the stories in childhood--something about the passing of time in the forest versus back home where she grew up. The experience was strange, as Elsa's body continued in part to respond to the horror of her situation, as if to warn her of the massive danger she was in, even if her mind shut down to prevent being overwhelmed by terror and grief. She could feel, then, a heart murmur when a black shadow passed in her peripheral vision. And her skin grew cold when she moved too far away from the soft blue hue in the ground's moss and grassy area, which lighted her way. In the distance of the blackness, two lime-green dots appeared from nowhere and then grew in size. Before long, Elsa wondered, in her soporific and somnambulant state of mind, if the pair of dots were actually a pair of eyes. As the dots grew closer, the question was finally settled, because she also saw the faint white glint of angry teeth.

A black wolf had been following her for some time and only now was making its presence known. She ducked down onto her knees, and the icy air filled her nostrils when she breathed. She hoped the wolf had not seen where she went, and after waiting several seconds for sounds that he was circling around her hiding spot, she peeked her head above the small crevice in the rock near the trail. And standing before her was the most beautiful, Satanic wolf she'd ever laid eyes on. Never before had Elsa ever encountered a vision of something so magnificent, so strange, so terrifying. A lump formed in her throat. Without saying anything, the wolf stared at her, and its eyes conveyed the most curious mixture of wild passion and horror all at the same time. Elsa wanted to move from the spot she was standing on, but the wolf's gaze transfixed her, mesmerized her, into a stone statue at its command. She had no idea what the wolf wanted, large and menacing on the mountain's edge, staring down at her. Perhaps she had walked into its territory accidentally without knowing better, or maybe her imagination conjured him up as a coping strategy for the situation in which she found herself, or worse, maybe he could smell the shame, the evil, rising within her as a result of the mistake she made with Dorien.

She looked back for a split second at the edge of the forest, a dim line in her sight, and Dorien continued setting the tree line ablaze. She wondered when he would get tired enough to give her a chance to escape, because she feared what other creatures waited for her in the deeper parts of the forest. When she looked up at the place where the enormous black wolf had been, the spot was empty. Elsa breathed a sigh of relief.

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Elsa continued walking through the darkness of the forest, using the same path lit by the blue glowing moss. For a while, as she strolled through the darkness, she got lost in her thoughts, forgetting for a moment she had been damned for the foreseeable future to the sylvan abyss in which she currently passed. Voices in the distance, shouting, broke her reverie.

“How many strippers do you think you could fit on your bed, Humby?”

“Where is this going, brother?”

Two men were walking along the path between two pine trees reaching up into the obscured sky.

“Just humor me. Are you going to answer?”

“Twelve. I could probably fit twelve strippers on my bed.”

“Why that many? I thought you only needed one, to tell you you're the father!”

“Humburt, you are truly the dumbest person I have ever met. Where in that joke was I supposed to laugh?”