I stared into Erik's violet eyes and walked something flicker in them as a devilish grin came across his face. "Eno." His deep voice echoed in my ears. I stared transfixed as Erik pulled me into his arms, holding me close to him. I saw something in his gaze flash. -I was in a room filled with rich silk. So red, red as blood, crimson in every turn I took. The soft breeze making the silk billow softly. I looked down at the most beautiful silk gown I've ever seen, gasping at how intimately it hugged my every curve. I drew my hands down the gown feeling the smoothness of the silk. I looked up just in time to see Erik appear...
Erik was wearing a low slung sheer cloth that many Egyptian kings wore. He was tan against it's pristine white. He had short hair with a Super man curl, he had the angles and chin of a Greek god. He had the muscle of a roman god. With every movement his body would ripple with his every move. His chest was covered with dark curls lining down to the deep 'V' between his hips. Letting my gaze wander downward... *gulp*
I shook my head. And thought I have to be imagining this. I was back in Erik's arms and he was looking at me like I was a puzzle. "What were you saying?" I asked hoping I sounded more steady than I felt. "Waiting for your answer." Erik replied silkily. "Oh, well. Umm, I don't know. I have to think about it." I answered tearing myself out of his arms and stepping a couple steps back. "Alright. How about a date Friday. I'll pick you up. Dinner in dancing?" He asked frowning. "Dinner and a date?" I asked. "Yes, I'll bring you straight home afterward." He said solemnly. "Alright." I said wondering if I'd made a mistake. "Great." Erik missed my forehead and stride away. I stood there watching as he strode down the hall humming. What was today?
At home helping grandma fix supper, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. I set the table while grandma shut the stove off and pulled out the bread. "So, What have you been thinking about Eno-tsi-zumi?" She used the Wise Peoples language calling me daughter. "Nothing Grandma." I said as I finished setting the table. "Eno, you know you can't fool this old lady. Who's the boy? What is he?" Grandma said bring g the beef stew dish to the center if the table. "His names Erik." I said as I grabbed the buttered bread and placed it around the beef stew dish. "Erik who Eno?" Grandma pressed as she ladled beef stew into our bowls, placing a piece of bread in each plate. "Erik Wolfgang, the fallen angel." I told her as we took our seat. I looked at Grandma. She didn't look old. She didn't even look a day over 30. But shed been alive for 7 centuries. And she was strong, wise, beautiful with gray eyes and bright red hair. I'd gotten my black hair from my father a demon. Aligrith Thornsten.
"So, you have someone who's finally caught your eye?" Grandma asked soaking her bread in the stew. "No, more like I caught his eye." I said slurping the stew. "Eno, what does Erik want of you?" Grandma mused. "To be his date to the winter solstice. I said no, so he asked a date and dinner, I agreed to Friday." I said stabbing my bread beneath the soup of the stew. "So, a fallen angel wants to date you?" Grandma asked curious. "I'm not sure what he wants. His ex is the Oracle Aphrodite, of the Mioze Clan."