Christmas Present

by Lauren Wood

  Some of his friends came and sat, and they told stories that he found very funny. After one of these he leaned over to Nera and said,

  “I will grant you your wish tonight, but then you must keep your end of the bargain tonight. No tricks or any more stalling.”

  “Thank you,” she said nodding in agreement to his terms. His eyes sparkled as he looked at her, and she saw that it made him happy to please her.

  It was late when he cleared the room on this night, and that was exactly what she had wanted. The drink had dulled him and made time go by ever faster. It also gave him, as it did with all men, a heightened sense of what he could achieve. She knew how far away her home was, and no matter how fast he flew she felt there was no way he would be able to get back here by sunup.

  The Prince took her hand and gave her a shawl to put on over her clothes.

  “We don’t want you getting cold,” he smiled. They walked out to the balcony and looked out over the land. It was such a clear night, and everything was bathed in moonlight and looked magical. He had a look of pride on his face, as though he had made this landscape himself and was not just part of a dynasty that controlled it.

  Nera was nervous about flying; though she knew it was her one chance of escape, she also had no idea what it would be like to be soaring unnaturally high above the ground. What if she fell? Would he try to save her, or would he be content to see her fall? She looked to him again, and the look in his eyes said that he would save her if she fell. A pang of regret poured through her. She had never met anyone who had made her feel the way she did in his presence, but she just couldn’t sacrifice her life to those feelings.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she nodded nervously.

  “Don’t be afraid,” he said, “I will make sure you are safe. Take my hand.” She did as she was bid. “This is the start of a new life for you and I. I have found in you something I never thought possible,” he said looking into her eyes and stroking her hand. She trembled with anticipation before him. He lifted her in his strong arms and then eased gently from the ledge.

  She shut her eyes against her expectation that she would plummet to the world, but the easy feeling of the light wind on her skin had her open them again and she wondered at the feeling and the things she was seeing. He flew so fast and yet it was so smooth. He held her in front of his chest like she weighed nothing at all. Down below the mountains soon gave way to flat lands and then to the sea. She recalled some of the places from her forced march to this strange country and she pondered if those same men were in some other part of the Kingdom now rounding up women in same way to take to be part of the Royal house.

  They hit landfall in her home territory about an hour after they left, and she guided him to the small village she had called home for the last ten years. Though she had never liked the place and had planned to leave, she found that she was stung by fondness and nostalgia for this place on seeing it and being there once more. There was no one about, but she knew who lived in every dwelling and what they must have been up to her absence. She pointed out her own house and said to the Prince,

  “Can we go inside?”

  “Won’t there be someone there?” he asked.

  “No, I lived alone.” He swooped down and landed at the doorway and set her on her feet on the ground.

  “Thank you,” she said to him. She pushed open the door and looked inside. She knew there wouldn’t be anyone there, but there was always the chance that someone knew what had happened to her and had usurped her home and would be sleeping there right now. But instead all was quiet and as she had left it. He stepped in behind and she watched as he took the place in. She saw his eyes settle on her bed, and he smiled at her. She smiled back and kissed him and led him to it.

  This was the first time she had ever made love in her own bed, and again it was so amazing with him and she lost herself so deeply in his presence that she almost gave up her plan and was willing to settle for his offer. But, she managed to hold her resolve, and it was with a heavy heart that his final thrusts against her spent him, and he flopped down panting on top of her.

  The alcohol had tired him and with the exertion of the flight and then the lovemaking he soon drifted into a light slumber beside her. Nera lay there as quiet as she could be and let the minutes tick by. She closed her own eyes in the vain hope that she too would fall asleep, but she was so scared that the pounding of her heart would wake him that she couldn’t relax. She looked out at the sky, and she was sure that she could see the first hints of a change of light in the heavens. He stirred suddenly and looked about the room.

  “Where am I?” he asked groggily.

  “My home,” Nera said. He looked at her and saw who it was that he shared a bed with smiled at her and kissed her on the shoulders.

  “We better get going,” he said as he rose,”How long did I sleep for?”

  “Only a moment,” she lied. He nodded but didn’t seem to think anything of it. They dressed, and he took her back outside.

  “You will be able to come back here any night you want to, now that you know the way,” he said with a smile.

  “Thank you for bringing me here,” she said.

  They retook to the skies and not a single person that she was aware of had known that she had been back home, and with the Crown Prince no less. They were only in the air a few minutes when she thought she saw the first looks of concern on his face as she looked at the horizon.

  “Hold on, I’m going to go a little faster this time,” he said. If he was worried his voice didn’t betray it, but why else would he be speeding up if not to get home before the sun rose? She clasped her hands around his neck, and he set off much faster than before. The raging sea below then became a blur, and she had to close her watering eyes to the sharp wind that greeted them from time to time. When she could open them, she was sure that there was a change in the light in the sky. She looked at his face, and now she was sure she could see panic and fear in him. His body sweated and his breaths were more laboured.

  “I shouldn’t have taken you out so late!” he scolded himself.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked playing the innocent. He didn’t answer, and she thought it was because he didn’t have the breath to say anything more.

  Nera looked ahead, and it soon became clear to her that they were flying easy. There was an unmistakable sheen of light that rounded the horizon and was the dawn trying to rise up over the land. She saw that he saw it too, and he steeled himself to a renewed effort to get home before that happened. He flew lower as the approached the higher lands so as to remain in their shadows but on this morning the dawn seemed to come at a rate she had never experienced before and the land lit up around them as the sun showed her the world.

  He was in a full panic now, but they were in sight of the tower. The rays of the sun came over her, and she heard him cry out in pain as they struck him also. He used the high mountains and the building of the palace for cover but there was no avoiding the light at places and each time he would scream in pain as he crossed the shafts of light.

  Nera looked, and the hole that was the balcony of the tower zoomed at them and they both went flipping to the ground as he landed with speed. She sat up dazed and saw that the women from the night before were all back sitting around the room. Each of them rose at the spectacle, and she saw some run to the howling Prince. She stood up and looked in his direction. This was not what she had hoped for; she wanted to be out over land when he faltered so that she could escape.

  The women were huddled around him in concern, but Nera could not see him.

  “You!” his voice suddenly roared out as he sprang from their envelopment. “You tried to kill me?” he said snarling at her and pointing an accusing finger. The skin on his body looked very badly burned, and his eyes were black with anger.

  “Me?” she said, “What did I do?” she asked playing her role again.

  “You know what you tried to do. I should have
gone with my gut and said no when you first asked me this evening!”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about Your Majesty,” she said backing away towards the balcony. The other women flocked around her in a wide circle now, some of them going behind her blocking her from the outside.

  Nera knew that she was cornered now and that he probably only wanted to kill her outright now instead of making her like the rest of the women here. She took one last look at him, sad at what might have been had he not been the creature he was.

  “I can’t give up my life for the one you want me to live” she called out to him as she turned and ran for the balcony. There were a few women there who were poised to stop here; she shoe the smallest one and crashed into her with all her might, force enough that it sent both of them tumbling to the light outside and falling rapidly to the earth below. Her only hope was that this crying and burning creature would be able to arrest both of their falls before the ground, and the body of Saleem rose up to finish them both. They spiralled and fell in the morning sunlight down and down and down.

  THE END

  DESIRED BY BIKER

  Derrick Jonas slowed down as the figure grew closer in the distance. It was a nasty night out, hell if he wasn’t trying to get away so badly he wouldn’t even be out on a night like this. The rain was coming down in folds, as if the skies had opened up and a bucket was being poured down to earth. Why was this person out on the side of the road on a night like this? Derrick wasn’t positive until he was almost stopped and about 20 feet from the figure that it was actually a person and not simply a figment of his imagination.

  “What are you doing out here?” He said, looking at the soaked figure in front of him. Her hair was long and brown; it was wet, hanging over her eyes. Derrick looked closer at her, he barely could make out her dark brown eyes, but he saw fear in them.

  “Hey, are you okay?” He asked her, walking towards her now that he had parked his bike.

  She looked up finally, realizing there was another person with her now. Derrick saw a small spark of fear in her eyes, and she began to back up.

  “I’m not going to hurt you. It’s okay. Come on; let’s get out of this weather.” He waited to move toward her though.

  It took a few minutes before she seemed to decide he was okay. But she didn’t move towards him, instead her shoulders slumped in and she began to fall forward. Derrick moved quickly to make sure she didn’t fall, grabbing her a second before she sunk into the wet floor of the waiting ground. He picked her up and carried her to his bike.

  “Look I’m going to need you to hang onto me so you don’t fall off.” He looked into her eyes, waiting for some kind of response that she understood. She shook her head, but he wasn’t sure, so instead of putting her behind him, he placed her in front of him.

  Derrick started up the bike, hoping that there was some shelter coming up soon. This girl looked soaked to death, and scared along with it. There was a little part of his mind screaming out, don’t take her anywhere, leave her there, let whatever will happen, happen.

  It was the good guy in him that won out in the end though, the one that had been hidden for many years now. But there was no way he would be able to continue down the road, leaving this helpless young woman there, without help, or shelter.

  As he drove his mind kicked into overdrive, and he began to wonder. The questions came at him with a force so great; he almost had to yell out for them to stop. Who is she? Why is she out there near the forest, on the side of the road? What is she so scared about? Too many questions and no time to ask them, at least not right now, maybe later.

  He saw the hotel come out of the tapestry of rain as he got a few miles up the road. Derrick began to pull over and felt the girl tense up a bit. “I have to stop; it is too dangerous to drive right now.” The rain had begun to come down even harder in the past few seconds. Derrick knew his bike well enough, and his skills to know that there was no way that what he was doing was safe.

  The girl shook her head in response. Derrick pulled in and got off the bike, then lifted her, setting her on the ground. She stood on her own, though a bit precariously. He wrapped his arm around her slight frame and felt her body tremble.

  “Come on; let’s get out of the rain and cold.” He pulled her towards the restaurant that was beside the hotel. Even though he really wanted a bed and some much needed sleep, he knew this girl would think he was trying to do something bad to her.

  The waitress placed them near the back of the restaurant, which was perfect for Derrick. He loved being out of the way, away from where he could easily be spotted. When the waitress came back for their order, Derrick got them both some coffee. The girl looked like she needed something to help warm up her body, and Derrick knew that and the caffeine were something he would be able to handle as well.

  “So you want to tell me what you were doing out there?” Derrick said looking into the dark brown eyes of his unknown guest.

  As she sat there, he studied her more closely. Her face was nice, but she wasn’t striking, however, there was a strange pull in his body. Her mouth was small and pleasant; it was also a bit crooked. There were many contradictions to her. A mixture of beauty, and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on. At least that was the only thing Derrick could compare how she looked.

  Maybe she had been hit in the past, and those were old scars that had healed, leaving a permanent mark on her skin, and her soul. But Derrick still waited for her to answer, until that point it was all just guesses.

  Her voice was so low when she started talking Derrick almost missed it. Thought it was the music playing from the juke box, or anything else, except her voice.

  “He left me there. He said he was done with me once and for all, that I would never see him again.” Tears began to stream down her face. She stopped talking and just looked as the tears rolled; there was no sound with the tears though.

  Derrick knew that state, it was one where you had cried so much about an event that you had no emotion left, but the tears just wouldn’t stop. He wished he could hug her, comfort her even, but knew it would be too forward.

  Instead Derrick looked down at the table and allowed his mind to float back to the time in his life that had been normal. It seemed like a lifetime ago, even though it had only been a few years. Those years he had been happy, living a normal life, one that had him smiling each and every morning he woke up. He would gladly go back to those days, but they were too far away now.

  It hit him like it did every time he would think back, the pain and anguish was always quick to replace the feeling of happiness he would first feel when he thought back. Now it was a mixture of shame, anger, grief, depression, and a bit more anger in the mix.

  Had he done it differently, would he be where he was right now? It was part of the overall process of his grieving during this memory. He thought he had considered every option there was in this situation, but maybe the right one hadn’t come to his mind yet. So he would scour every recess of his mind to think of the other things that he might have done all those years ago.

  What would he do with that new plan though? It wasn’t like he could turn back time and go to that one fatal night. No so why did he do it each and every time? Derrick often chastised himself about this type of thinking, but he would never change the pattern. Each time he would do this to himself, each and every step was the same, however, that didn’t mean he ever stopped it.

  If he sat long enough he could see her long brown hair flowing behind her as they rode in the car. She was so beautiful, so much of his heart belonged to her, that after all this time just the memory of her would make it ache. Tears threatened to escape from his eyes, but he would stop them. It had been too long; he shouldn’t even waste his time on this. But he had to do it.

  She had turned to smile at him and say something; he had looked over at her too. Taken his eyes off the road, only for a split second, but that had been long enough. Derrick tried to turn the memory off,
stop it; he didn’t want to see anymore.

  He cleared his mind, and looked up at the girl sitting across from him. He wondered what her story was, why had this guy simply left her on the side of the road.

  Derrick took a deep breath in, trying to stop the memory that was trying to push the way to the front of his mind. He couldn’t do it right now, there was no way. He wasn’t ready to live the rest of that night, not right here, not now. It took him several minutes to compose himself enough that he could look up at her once again.

  He looked up and saw her brown eyes, shinning, and staring right at him. She was studying him, he felt raw and open, like she could see into his inner core. He felt a blast of quick shame, and looked down to shake his head once again.

  There weren’t many people who would ever see that part of him, in fact he couldn’t think of one. But he had not been paying attention. Had wanted to give her the time she needed to think of her pain, relive her past. Derrick had taken too long in his own past though, and she had finished hers. After all it was much fresher for her, it had happened recently, today even.

  I know how this feels, Derrick thought to himself. Maybe I can help her. But he knew he shouldn’t do it. Instead he should simply pay for her coffee, give her a few dollars and leave her there. She would eventually find her way back to wherever she was from. It really wasn’t his problem, and he should just stay out of it.

  But he looked back up at her, and saw the flash of pain in her eyes. Was it for him or for her? He wasn’t sure. But he saw the compassion that also came across her eyes. It had been so long since he had seen that look. It made him tingle inside. The good guy in him won the battle at that very moment. He wouldn’t be able to walk away and ever live with himself. It would be too much on what already weighed deeply on his soul.

  “What is your name?” He asked her. Finally bringing his mind around enough that he could focus on the reality of what was in front of him.