Chapter 4:
Intuition
The dark cloudy night shadows dance through the woods, making it appear to be darker through the trees than it actually is. The fall leaves crunch under Margret’s feet as she stops for a moment and stares through the darkness. She slowly turns her head to a row of trees in a straight line, their roots over lapping one another, entwining into the ground.
“One. Two. Three. Four.” She counts to herself following the trees down the line with her index finger. She drags her feet past the drooping limbs and stops at the fourth tree, pulling out her phone and text, I’m here, but before she can slide her fingers to the SEND key the ground rumbles from beneath her feet and slowly begins lowering her beneath its surface. Margret gazes up to the clouded moon through the trees before it disappears, the circular door sliding closed above her.
She is lowered into a silver room with remotes systems lining the wall. She steps off the moving deck as it descends into the floor giving a bump against the ground. “Hello?” she calls out.
A tall male figure appears from the shadows. He glides towards Margret, faintly smiling at her. “It’s Colm. Zulima is with Onofre and Chesna at the PPT meeting in Washington D.C.”
“Oh,” Margret slightly squirms uncomfortable with the new face; However, Colm was the most beautiful man she had ever witnessed. His sandy locks were pushed away from his heart shaped face, except the lock that drooped in front of his piercing sapphire eyes. His lips were luscious as his bottom lip slightly perched from above his chin, extending his perfect jawline. Margret met only a few, from Cepae Planet, and though they are extraordinary beautiful she had never met anyone from appearing close in her age.
“I uh….” Margret begins losing her words.
Colm burst out into an uncomfortable laughter, gazing toward Margret, who is confused by his sudden light heart manner.
Colm approaches her, standing inches from her. She can feel his breath on her neck. “I feel it too.” He whispers past her ear, leaning back to capture the expression on her face. “Now let’s get to business.” his eyebrow slightly raises.
Margret’s face flushes as she feels her body temperature elevate. “I uh…what do you…um...” she continues struggling for words.
Colm softly speaks, “Margret, I’m a Cepaean. Follow me, I need to heal you. Your body needs some water and food too.”
Margret, still feeling confused by his reaction to her, hesitantly follows him to the other room. She doesn't have the best history with men, quite clumsy and not the most graceful for someone who is supposed to be part Cepae. Cepaens were elegant, graceful, and enchanting. She knows she isn’t 'ugly' but she doesn't consider herself beautiful either. Definitely not enchanting. She is confident in herself, and her brain, until she gets around a man she has a crush on, that is a situation that doesn't present itself often. She always has other things to focus on, such as most recently, staying alive. This beautiful man, that guides her to the dining area, acts as though he has a secret about her, that even she doesn't not know. “What did he mean, ‘it’s okay he feels it too.’”
Colm pulls out a chair for her where water sits in a fancy wine glass accompanied cubes of cheese, “Cheese your favorite.” He assures as he motions for her to sit down.
Margret glares at him suspiciously. She isn’t sure Zulima even knew cheese was her snack of choice; Of course Margret usually has her cheese snack with a glass of red wine that follows a long day of work and school. This set up is okay, considering she has a bullet wound, the last thing she needs is alcohol.
“I have some wine in the kitchen. I’ll grab us glass after I heal you.” He says as if it is a passing thought.
Margret tilts her head in confusion, surprised by his revelation but feels she can't speak at this moment. It feels as though she is in an episode of the Twilight Zone, even weirder than the first time she had met Zulima, two years ago.
“May I?” Colm politely ask as he gestures to lifting up the bottom of her shirt.
“Um, yes, okay.” Margret agrees as she lifts the bottom of her shirt, exposing the gun wound. “I stuck my apron against it to help with the bleeding.”
Colm gazes at Margret intently and slowly pulls her shirt up to her chest. “Let’s take it off. You need a new one anyway.”
Margret stares at him for a moment and then hesitatingly lifts her arms up, allowing him to pull the
t-shirt over her head, squirming for a moment as she sits in her pink laced bra feeling exposed.
t-shirt over her head, squirming for a moment as she sits in her pink laced bra feeling exposed.
Colm gently removes her apron from around her, staring into Margret’s caramel eyes. She winces, the apron had formed a small seal of dry blood to the fabric. “Sorry,” he whispers. “I’m trying to be gentle.”
Margret nods, “It’s okay.”
“I’m going to place my hands on you now. I assume you know how this works from watching Zulima?” Colm questions.
“I’ve seen her in action a few times.” Margret tries to grin through the pain as the wound oozes.
Colm nods seriously, placing both his hands over the wound. His hands glow a faint yellow, the brightness covering her abs, and her skin slowly begins to heal under his palms. Colm continues to hold her gaze until the energy in his hands become faint.
“All better.” He grins as he pulls his hands away. “Souvenir?” he jokes opening his hands, revealing the shell to the bullet in his palm.
Margret relieved, returns the smile, “No, thank you.” taking a drink of water.
Colm stands up and walks toward the kitchen. “I will go grab those glasses of wine and a shirt,” then pauses catching her eyes for a moment, “though... I do like you without one.”
Margret feels her cheeks flush and she can’t help but to quickly turn away from his hungry eyes. “Are we the only ones here?” she ask searching the bunker with her wondering eyeballs.
“Yes, we are.” Calls Colm from the other room. “Why? Were you hoping to take advantage of me?” he smirks, returning in the door way, teasing as he reenters with two crystal wine glasses, a bottle of wine and a white tank thrown over his arm.
“Well, aren’t you a bit forward and obviously not humble?” Margret manages to blurt out sounding more confident than what she feels.
Colm smirks with his crooked smile and perfect white teeth. “Only a tank. It will do?”
“Yes. Thank you.” Margret pouts taking the tank quickly and sliding it over her head, continuing to study Colm as he uncorks the red wine. He slides the glass toward her and with perfection pours the wine into the glasses. He then pulls the chair out from behind him and perches into it as he takes a drink of his wine.
Margret follows his suit, taking a sip of hers and setting it on the table. She fumbles with the base between her fingers as she locks eyes with him. Leaning into the table, he posts his strong chin on his fist and gives a boyish grin, “Margret.” He sighs as though her name has taken refuge in his heart.
Margret is taken back, suddenly sitting up straight, prepping herself as she once again finds her cheeks flushed. “Colm.” She pauses staring up at him, his grin wider as he catches her undivided attention. Without hesitation she finds herself blurting out, “Okay, why are you acting so weird?” quickly to cutting to the chase. “I have a thousand questions and you are acting like a school boy with a first crush.”
Margret follows his suit, taking a sip of hers and setting it on the table. She fumbles with the base between her fingers as she locks eyes with him. Leaning into the table, he posts his strong chin on his fist and gives a boyish grin, “Margret.” He sighs as though her name has taken refuge in his heart.
Margret is taken back, suddenly sitting up straight, prepping herself as she once again finds her cheeks flushed. “Colm.” She pauses staring up at him, his grin wider as he catches her undivided attention. Without hesitation she finds herself blurting out, “Okay, why are you acting so weird?” quickly to cutting to the chase. “I have a thousand questions and you are acting like a school boy with a first crush.”
Colm rapidly sits up and straightens himself. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” he ask sincerely.
Margret hesitates for a moment and then decides to be honest, “Yes, you are.”
Colm studies her for a moment and then gives a slight grin as if he holds a secret no one else knows. “Ask.” He suggests.
“Well...” Margret hesitates once again. “Why didn’t I know he was coming? You know...”
“Zulima tried to contact you. There was no way she could get there in time. You weren’t answering your phone.”
“But,” Margret begins, then softly ask, “But why didn’t I know? I could have stopped him. I could have stopped it.” She began to mumble as her voice trails off. “I failed. I don’ even know if the girls made it.”
Colm takes a deep breath as he sees Margret’s distress. “First, the girls did make it. They are unharmed and safe.”
Margret gives a sigh of relief as Colm continues, “Margret you are losing your intuition. As soon as it has come to you, it is fading, and will continue to fade the longer you live on your planet.”
Margret bites her lip in confusion, “But why?”
Colm leans in to her and touches her lips. She jerks back without anticipation and he grins at her.
Margret gazes at him annoyed, “Please stop. I have a lot of questions that need to be answered. And, well, frankly I just met you, Colm. You have to be one the ballsiest guys I have ever met.”
He smirks as he leans back into his chair and fixes on her eyes.
Margret grumbles, “And stop looking at me like that.”
“And how is that?” Colm patronizes.
Margret rolls her eyes, “Can you just answer my questions, please?”
“You gained your full intuition at puberty and now the longer you stay here on this Earth the more it is going to fade; it can become obsolete. Zulima wants you to come to our planet and strengthen your energy. She wants you to re-energize your light, if you are able to embrace it, you will raise your intuition levels and perhaps some other ‘gifts’ our species practice.”
“Go to your planet?” Margret gasps. “What about the girls? I have been through too much with the Darkleac to just leave.” Margret rises to her feet.
Colm stops her with his hand. “Margret. Listen. Zulima has sent someone else from our planet to currently keep watch of those girls. They are too valuable to the future. Our planets future. Your intuition and light source can’t protect them at this point. It is too week. Both their parents died today,” Margret gasp as Colm continues, “It is only a matter of time before Darkleac figures out who his targets actually were and that they made it out alive. It is only a matter of time that he finds out you have made it out alive.”
Margret considers Colm’s words and slides back into her chair. She takes a long drink of her wine and Colm decides to continue talking, “You will come back with me, you are my soul mate.” He beams at her with a hint of sarcasm.
Margret uncontrollably spits out her wine and then chokes on what made it down the wrong pipe. He pats her on the back and hands her a napkin. She quickly wipes her face and nose. When she is sure she is presentable she snaps her head to his grinning face.
“We’ll go in the morning.” He smirks.
“Excuse me?” Margret questions in disbelief. “I need to talk to Zulima before I leave my planet.”
“Zulima's busy with the mother and father of our lands; In Washington D.C., remember,” he patronizes once again. “Would you like to go ahead and sleep in my bed with me?”
Margret’s mouth drops open and Colm laughs as he closes it with his two index fingers.
“Have you lost your mind?” Margret gasps.
“No, but you lost your intuition and you will never know if I’m patronizing you or completely serious unless you come back to my planet. With me. Tomorrow.”
Margret grunts with her arms folded, “Well, if I do come tomorrow, it will be so I can return to my planet to watch over those girls and protect them from Darkleac, not to have some rendezvous with you, Colm.”
He leans in closely to her, “It is truly amazing to see someone, with Cepae blood, to have such a hot temper so quickly. Keepers of peace don’t fight with one another. They just accept what is.” He leans in closer to her and stops inches away from her lips. Margret goes to pull back but the force of energy she feels in her heart, beating into her stomach, freezes her in place. He stares into her eyes intently and she feels as though he has literally left his body and peering into her soul. Her body feels full and heavy for a moment as her breathing increases. Colm then quickly breaks the bond by leaning in, kisses her on the cheek and then stands up from his chair. “Good night Margret.”
She raises her head to look at him, embarrassed that the lust in her eyes is transparent. He chuckles as he strolls through the kitchen and almost out of sight but then pauses and turns back at her. “Would you like me to walk you to your room?” he raises his eyebrows.
“Um, no I’ve got it.” Margret sputters out while trying to sound stern. She quickly pushes herself up from the chair and hurries in the opposite direction, “Good night.” She calls back as she scurries for her bedroom before her body takes control and clutches onto him.
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