Bluehour: A Water Magic Novel Part 10

Some of the men were arguing amongst each other now. Others were retelling the story to their colleagues. They were trying to make sense of what they had seen.

"You're a lucky girl," another man said to me as I looked around trying to spot Laurent. "You must have a guardian angel on your side."

"You're lucky you didn't kill the gal," the man's friend said to him.

I couldn't pay attention to their banter. Laurent had to be somewhere nearby. Where could he be? Then I saw someone rush from behind the building through the bushes. I ran to the spot and tried to chase after the moving figure, but he was gone.

I hurried ahead to Ocean Avenue and waited on a boulder behind a dumpster. It was almost twilight by now. The sky was dimming to that eerie, spooky state of almost nighttime. A long while must have pa.s.sed and still Laurent didn't show. He wasn't coming.

As I was examining the small sc.r.a.pe on my hand, a sedan rolled past me and slowed. The car came to a stop right before me as the tinted window rolled down. Before I could get up off the boulder and run away, a creepy looking man with a goatee on his chin offered me a ride.

"No thanks," I said, uncomfortably.

"Awe, come on. You shouldn't be out alone." His voice crackled as he spoke. Cigar smoke wafted from the window.

"That's okay. I'm meeting my boyfriend and his friends here. They should be here any second."

"Suit yourself, honey." He rolled up the automatic window as he drove away.

In relief, I tried to figure out what to do next. It became apparent that I shouldn't hang around here by myself. There must be a back way to Laurent's house. Maybe if I just looked around in some more yards, I could figure out where he lived.

Digging through my backpack, I retrieved my cell phone. I wanted to know the time. My parents would be worried if I didn't get home by 7:30. But once I got the darn thing out, I noticed I received a text from Agatha. I took a look at the message. I couldn't believe it. She texted that she got Laurent's address from Danny!

Agatha was amazing! Absolutely my best friend ever. Quickly, I called her number.

"Agatha," I said in a pant when she answered. "You got it?" My voice was excited.

"I sure did," she responded in cheer. "You ready for the number?"

"You are unbelievably magnificent. I am ready." I held my backpack on my legs and unzipped it.

She giggled. "Here it is." She told me the address and I quickly wrote it down in one of my notebooks.

"I love you!" I exclaimed as I shut the cell.

Now my pulse was racing like crazy. I knew where he lived and the house was nearby and right on the beach.

In the dimming evening light, I headed down Ocean Avenue and cut through the side yards of the houses until I got to the front side of the homes that lined the boardwalk. I recognized the pretty street with lots of palm trees and tall, narrow mansions of varying styles. It surprised me that he lived in this neighborhood. I would never have looked here.

Once I found Laurent's residence, I stood before the narrow French style chateau and simply stared. How in the world could he live in such an expensive place? The house must be worth five million dollars or more. It didn't make sense that an exchange student would be housed in such a home.

The stone structure was enclosed by a tall ivy covered fence. From my view, the house appeared to be three stories with crisscross windows and a high turret like on a castle. It had a simple, elegant look.

From where I was at, I could hear the waves rolling on the sh.o.r.e. The air was salty and fresh. And occasionally, there was a balmy ocean breeze. I noticed that there were lights on in the yard which gave me the feeling that someone was outside. By now it was twilight and there was an intimidating air to the approaching night.

I heard the backdoor shut and then I heard a splash from within the yard. Shortly thereafter, the most beautiful alluring song began.

Dangerous Love The song was a soft, sensual rhythm. As I gathered my senses, I began trying to peek into the yard through the lattices on the fence. Mostly the ivy was in the way, but in a few spots I was able to gain adequate focus.

It was well lit with twinkling lights decorating some small cherry trees. Laurent was swimming in a lovely natural pool with a waterfall and places to hide with all kinds of ferns and tropical plants growing around it. The lights danced on the water.

As he sang, his silky voice mesmerized my senses. "Come to me in the blue hour..." I found it difficult to think straight. It was almost like I was in a dream, but I sensed I was more aware than I should have been.

To my surprise, I found myself opening the gate to the fence and simply walking inside. It was as if the music was drawing me uncontrollably to him. My heart beat fast. I felt electricity running through my body. My desire to be around Laurent was nearly overwhelming.

He continued in melody, "Come to me in the blue hour. When the ocean blends with the sky. Come to me in the blue hour. Your flesh is sweet. You are a dream. Come to me in the blue hour..."

He was watching me with his ocean blue eyes. The expression on his face was ambiguous and I couldn't figure out what he was thinking as much as I tried. It was my impression that he wanted me there with him. I felt as if he was calling me through his song. The vibrations of his vocals were so entrancing that I almost felt as if I could feel his breath and the sounds of his velvety voice within my own body like we were one.

I started to gain control of myself. Was he drawing me to my death the way the legends described the mers as singing enchanting songs to lure s.h.i.+pwrecked crews into the ocean only to devour them? Was I his next meal?

I stopped short in my step. Before I reached the pool, I held my ground. Pulling my thoughts back to me, I began to a.n.a.lyze the situation further. I couldn't believe I had entered his yard without invitation. My actions didn't make sense. I wasn't so stupid to just walk in so brazenly. Was I crazy? How could I lose control of all rationality? Or was Laurent controlling me?

I was about to run away. Fear overwhelmed me. My breath caught in my throat as my heart pounded in my chest.

But, then I noticed something. If I wasn't mistaken, it appeared as if he was surprised that I had stopped. He seemed frustrated though I sensed that he was trying to cover. I think he expected me to join him in the water. I think he believed he could control me through his song.

If that was the case, I wouldn't budge.

Unable to lure me into his machinations, be it that there were any, Laurent stopped singing and spoke directly to me, "What are you doing here?" His speaking voice was also beautiful, but hesitant now. Even though I tried to resist, I felt lost in the rhythms. And despite my inner struggle, I continued to hold my stance.

"I don't know," I said with trepidation. My body tensed as I looked around. The entire setting was splendorous. I glanced at the lovely greenery, rocks, and flowers. There was a small cobblestone path that wove through the yard with a quaint park bench set off and under an aromatic tree of many leaves.

He gazed at me for a long while with his arms resting on the edge of the pool. I felt embarra.s.sed and looked down at my hands, but I could feel his stare burning into me. Tingling sensations were dancing through my body. I looked back up at him and he smiled faintly.

"How was swim practice?" He asked in what seemed like a genuinely interested manner, but I sensed darkness in his tone.

"I wondered where you were," I managed to say as I tried to steady my wobbly knees.

His eyebrows knitted together. "You were right to tell me to leave you alone, Grace." I noticed that his nostrils were flared, his eyes disturbed.

"Why do you say that?"

"It would be foolish of you to have anything to do with me." He stretched and floated on his back.

I walked over to the edge of the water and sat down. Once I got into a comfortable position, I slid my sandals off and dangled my feet in the water. "I'm not afraid."

He shook his head and chuckled. "You should be." He was wading in the pool.

"And why's that?"

"I'm not an acceptable partner for you." His eyes grew dark.

"I can take my chances." I smirked now. The light was. .h.i.tting the water making it twinkle in the darkness.

He frowned and swam over to a large obsidian rock and gracefully set himself upon it in a lounged position. "I don't feel strong enough to resist you anymore," he finally said looking me in the eyes. His voice was without inflection, but I sensed that he was experiencing actual physical pain from pent up desires. "I am powerless when it comes to you. I need you to make me leave you alone."

My voice softened. "I didn't mean it when I told you to stay away from me." I felt an ache in the pit of my stomach.

"You should have meant it." His enchanting voice was colder now. He looked angry. "If you knew what I was, you would run for your life. I am warning you-run away."

"I'm not going anywhere. It's too late. And like I said, I'm not afraid of you." My head was spinning. "I know what you are, but you won't hurt me. I know that."

He nodded. "I don't want to hurt you, Grace, but I don't know if I can override my nature so completely."

"You will," I said confidently even though terror was rus.h.i.+ng through my veins. Everything inside of me warned me to flee, but I wouldn't. It wasn't even a question anymore.

"Why did you come here?" He lowered his head against his fist and scrunched up his gorgeous face.

I wasn't sure if I should be open with him. "I want to understand you. Maybe if I saw where you lived, I could figure you out." When I said that, I couldn't help but blush.

He chuckled at that. "You want to know me, Grace?" His tone was wry.

"Yes, I do." I flicked water at him with my foot, but it only splashed lightly against the obsidian rock where he lounged.

His full lips lifted into a crooked smile that made my pulse race even faster. "I think you already know me." He looked down at his feet and spread his toes.

My eyes widened and I couldn't help but gasp. For the first time, I noticed that he had webbed feet. "How well you hid that."

I wasn't sure, but it looked like he blushed. "It's easy to hide. All I have to do is keep my toes together."

It was actually difficult to concentrate on what he was saying because his voice took my breath away. I don't know how, but it seemed to resonate against the insides of my body. It was almost like an internal ma.s.sage. The sounds were physically pleasurable. "Do the webbed feet help you to swim faster?"

"Oh, yes." He smiled teasingly like he found my question amusing.

"Is that how you were able to catch up to me when I was being dragged through the water by the boat?" I tried to sound nonchalant as I implored him. I didn't want him to know how eager I was to know everything about him. Though showing up at his house probably gave him some inkling of that desire.

Now he smiled slyly, a teasing look on his face. "Did I say I was the one who rescued you?"

"I know you were." My voice was matter of fact.

"Oh, is that so," he teased.

"It is," I challenged.

"Well, let's say someone with webbed feet swam extraordinarily fast and caught up with you while you were being pulled to your death..."

I interrupted, "And that someone cut with his teeth the ski rope that was entangled in the tether that was wrapped around my ankle..."

Now he interrupted, "Whoah, woah, woah..." His eyes were wide. "...This someone must have sharp teeth. Maybe teeth like a shark. Teeth that could tear through flesh." There was a void stare in his eyes now that reminded me of an ocean predator.

I gulped. "Yes, I was wondering about that." It was hard for me to catch my breath as I spoke. "Can I see your teeth?"

He laughed now. I supposed I caught him off guard with my childlike curiosity. But then, he paused for a moment. His demeanor became serious. "You don't want to see my teeth, Grace." He shook his head lightly. "At least, not when they are like that."

Chills ran through my body. This new revelation caught me off guard. I hadn't expected to hear something so terrifying. I took my feet out of the water and pulled my legs to my chest. "I don't like that you haven't been in school," I finally said. I wanted to kick myself for being so forthcoming with my feelings. He didn't need to know how obsessed I was with him, just like every other girl.

The fierceness in his eyes lightened with my comment. "Just imagine that there is a mermaid." He stopped for a moment. "We can say that right?" He looked at me sheepishly which only made my heart race faster.

"Yes, we can say that." I was breathless. It was hard for me to speak. I felt so drawn to him and at the same time I was frightened.

He continued, fighting a slight smile that lifted at the corner of his mouth. I think he was amused with me. "This mermaid has laid claim to the merman though he doesn't want her. She kills any girl who takes an interest in the merman..."

Pascal's words from the cafeteria ran through my mind, "Grace will surely die." I held my legs closely to my chest as he spoke. The thought of my flesh being torn from my body with razor sharp teeth was unbearable.

I think Laurent saw the fear in my eyes. He held his fingers against his temples for a moment before he continued with his story. "This merman has been hunting the mermaid." He looked back at me from across the pool. He wants to kill her. He wants to stop the mermaid from killing the girl he..." He paused like he was contemplating whether he should proceed. "He doesn't want her to kill the girl he...the girl he needs." He looked at me with an ambiguous expression on his perfect face. "The problem is that if he kills this mermaid, he will be breaking mer law. He will become a fugitive of his own kind."

"So this merman ditches school to kill one of his own kind?" I tried to hide any feelings I had about this.

"Yes," he responded blankly. "But the first time the merman ditched, he had mercy on the mermaid and released her just before killing her." He shook his head in anger. "Stupid," he spouted out. His hands balled into fists for a moment before he stood up and dove into the water.

I saw him swimming toward me. So many mixed emotions rushed through my mind. I braced myself. There was no turning back at this point. I knew I had to be with Laurent, that is, if he even wanted me. I still wasn't sure if that was even a remote possibility. My feelings were too powerful to do otherwise. He had all of me for better or worse.

When he reached the side of the pool before me, he rested his arms upon the ledge and looked up at my face as I sat so near with my legs pulled up into myself. His nostrils flared at our closeness, but I sensed that he was trying to restrain himself. His lips tightened slightly as he studied my expression. I got the feeling he was scrutinizing me now, trying to figure me out just as I was him.

His close proximity sent tingling sensations through my body. I wanted to touch his smooth bronze skin, but I wouldn't dare.

"In this hypothetical scenario, has that mermaid ever killed any of the girls that liked the merman?"

At my question, his head jutted back slightly as if my imploration had thrown him off balance. "Yes," he responded firmly. The reflection of the lights twined through the trees danced in his eyes.

I tried not to reveal the fear that rushed through my mind. "How many girls could she have murdered?" I kept my voice steady.

"He cast his eyes down. "Too many."

My eyes widened and I couldn't help but laugh slightly. "Has this merman had many girlfriends?"

To my surprise, he blushed. "No... G.o.d no," he chuckled too. "After centuries of life, there is bound to be more than a few girls to take a liking to even the most unappealing soul."

He surprised me again. I folded my legs under myself. "Centuries of life?" My expression was imploring. "How old are you?"

"I'm seventeen," he whispered with a smirk on his perfectly sculpted face. His closeness intensified the vibrations of his voice inside my body.

I scrunched my eyebrows. "How old is the merman?"

Looking away, he paused for a minute. I got the feeling he was counting. "Over two hundred and eighty years."

"Wow!" I unfolded my legs and scooted slightly closer to him. "How is that?" I almost whispered.

With his attention suddenly on the sc.r.a.pe on my hand, he flinched and moved back away from me where he paddled in the water. "Let me show you around the pool now before my family gets back." His voice was unintentionally husky, just one of his many musical inflections.

"Family?" I asked feeling confused.

To my surprise, he smiled warmly which gave me the feeling he was thinking fondly of them. "My friends..." he said, "...The other exchange students and Josette. We consider each other family even though we aren't genetically related."

That sparked a whole bunch of questions in my mind, but before I could implore further, Laurent motioned to the water. "Come on."

"You want me to get in the water in my shorts and s.h.i.+rt?"