Madness or Purpose

by Megan Perry

  I ask over and over. His eyes blink open and he groans. “What the hell did you do to me Zoe?” He questions me. “Holy hell, I didn’t kill you! I was so scared.

  I don’t know what I did. I am so sorry Gavin.” “I’m ok Zoe, except for that.”

  He points to his still erect penis. “What am I supposed to do about that Zoe?”

  I grin at him sheepishly. “Oh, I can think of something.” I climb over his body running my tongue down his chest, abs, and over his tip. “Fuck ZZ, don’t torture me, please.” He begs me. “Gav, shut up and let me finish you off as my apology.” “Apologize away ZZ!” He tells me. I make sure to stop over him with my knees at his shoulders giving him a nice view.

  I drag my hard nipples down his torso and try to block out all the things he is telling me to do in his mind. “If you don’t stop I’ll bite!” I threaten. His voice quiets and that’s when I give him what he doesn’t even know he wants. I gently rub him between my breasts and run my tongue along the base. Gently I suck and mouth each of his boys and he gasps and moans all at once. He grabs my thighs and pulls me down on top of him. He licks and sucks and shoves his tongue inside me distracting me from my own task. All I can think is he is finally touching me and I never want him to stop. Not to be out done I quickly take his entire length in and moan at the same time. His hips rise up and he pulls away from me. Gavin’s hands still grasp my thighs in a grip so strong I am liable to have bruises but I don’t care. His chest rumbles beneath me with his deep moaning. His entire body convulses over and over again. I pin his body down with my legs as I feel him release and run down my throat. His body goes lax beneath me as I slowly with draw him and crawl over to the bed exhausted. I flop down with my legs hanging over the edge and even though my sight is back and I long to look at him my eyes shut.

  I hear shuffling from the floor and without looking I know he is staring at me. When I open my eyes and lift my head I see Gavin’s messed up blonde mop of hair and his classic grin between my knees. I shake my head at him and lay my head back down and close my eyes. “Is someone tired?” He mocks me. “Would you like to go get some breakfast?” He asks. “Are you buying?” I question. “Sure, anything for ZZ.” I know he is grinning but I don’t give him the satisfaction of looking. All of a sudden his hand comes down hard on the bed sending me a foot in the air. “Wake up!” He yells. “You can’t go eat breakfast naked. Get dressed.” He orders. “Fine, I’ll get dressed.” “Oh, here.” I feel something square and cold land on my stomach. “Ugh. What the hell Gavin?” I grunt opening my eyes to see a book with a worn leather cover. “What’s this?” I ask holding it up. As he leaves the room he grins over his shoulder and says, “answers ZZ, answers.” I hear him rummaging around under his futon and decide I should get my butt moving. I really don’t want him deciding to dress me if he gets ready first.

  The book makes me curious but unless I want to be wearing just my shoes I better get moving. So I chuck the book into one of my messenger bags and gather up some clothes.

  Everything that’s been happening in the past two days is spinning around in my head. I keep getting flashes from Gavin’s mind and it makes it really difficult to even pick out my clothes. When I look down I am wearing a dark blue band t-shirt and a pair of old jeans with real holes in the knees, not the pre-fabricated kind people pay through the nose for now days. Did I put on panties? Hmm…oh well commando it is. I am just a millisecond faster than Gavin as he enters the room fully dressed grinning from ear to ear. Dashing past him with my bag and a hoodie in hand I squeal, “I’ll be back in a flash!”

  I run to the bathroom and quick brush my teeth and pull my hair up in a messy ponytail. When I emerge from the bathroom he is leaning against the door of my bedroom yawning. “Ready!” I announce.

  Gavin shakes his unruly head of hair at me. “No you’re not!” I look myself over for some sort of horrible wardrobe malfunction and find nothing. I look Gavin up and down. He just keeps staring at me. It finally hits me as he bats his eyes at me. His eyes are hazel, not gold. “How am I supposed to be able to do that?

  Besides my eyes have always been messed up! Who’s going to care?”I ask him.

  “I guess you’re right about that, but you better not take off your hoodie” He nods to my arms. Looking down I can see my mark has continued to spread down my arms and has a faint blue glow to it. I guess it will be similar to Gavin’s since we are one soul. I shrug at him and pull my hoodie on. As we head out the door I slip on some shoes and snag my wallet from my open purse tucking it in my bag.

  Gavin and I race each other down the three flights of stairs to the lobby laughing the entire way. I miss this sense of pure bliss. Moments like these remind me why he and I are best friends and I guess now fated lovers with some type of epic journey and greater purpose. I’ll be sure to bring that up after I get some food and caffeine in my body. I am alone in my mind for now. Unless I touch him, I guess. I know he is wondering what I’m thinking about because whether or not he is in contact with me I seem to be able to hear him. “Could you please put up some sort of walls, your brain is going to give me a headache!” I groan at him. Gavin stops and spins around to face me cocking an eyebrow. “You can still hear me?”

  He questions. “Yes, I guess at some level I have always picked up on some thoughts, when you were really concentrating, but after last night and this morning I can’t get you out.” I answer rubbing my temples and clamping my eyes closed. We are now at the truck so I climb in and close the door. Gavin is still standing outside the truck staring at me with a weird look on his face.

  It’s a mixture of surprise, confusion, and concentration. He is trying to put up barriers and ease my throbbing head.

  A few moments later he joins me in the truck and to my relief I hear nothing. I sigh and lay my head back against the seat. Gavin turns the key and the truck roars to life. He presses a few buttons and the heat kicks on along with the radio. As we drive he drums his fingers on the wheel as always and sings along. I close my eyes and listen as I always do, something about his presence sooths all my worries for now. He is my family. I really have never felt close to anyone, except Gavin.

  Maybe all of this is the sharing of one soul, maybe it’s a girl falling in love? I don’t want to really think about anything but the baritone of his voice. I don’t realize that we have stopped or that he has turned the truck off until I feel his warm breath on my cheek right before he kisses me. My eyes shoot open at the shock I feel run through my body and the “boo!” I hear in my head. “Snot,” I yell at him. “We’re here ZZ. Get your butt out. I’m starving.”

  Gavin whispers in my ear.

  Guardians Good or Evil

  Gavin drags me through the door of our favorite diner because my legs just aren’t fast enough for his growling stomach. The diner is just your average place to grab a bite 24 seven in New York. As we sit down I hear my stomach growl and Gavin snicker. Our waitress saunters over to our booth swinging her hips and batting her eyes. I can feel my eyes flashing and I have to fight to hide it. She positions herself right in front of Gavin so I get to stare at her ass which her altered waitress skirt barely covers. “Good morning, my name is Carrie. What can I get for you today sugar?” She purrs while batting her obviously fake lashes and being sure to lean down just enough to expose her fake cleavage. In turn I get a glimpse of her barely there thong and ass cheeks! Gavin has one eye on me and one on the bimbo in front of him. I reach out and flick her in the ass she has so generously shoved in my face. This chick has got to go! She yips and spins around. Gavin starts shaking his head at me and his eyes are bugging out of his head. He touches my leg with his. “Don’t be stupid ZZ!” He scolds me mentally.

  Bimbo Carrie flips me off as she takes in my face. She gulps and backs away slowly. “Excuse me whore, but could you please stop drooling all over my man and send over a new waitress? Or do I need to make you?” I hiss at her. “S-s-sorry misses. I um...I’ll send someone over.” The waitress mumble
s and keeps backing away. She trips over a chair and mumbles something under her breath. I can feel the heat burning in my face and my eyes feel like they are on fire. The bimbo waitress stumbles into another girl carrying a tray full of milk shakes and is covered from head to toe. A grin spreads across my face as I turn back to Gavin. His eyes are the size of dinner plates and then they narrow into a disapproving glare.

  “What?” I grin sheepishly. “ZZ, you can’t go around tormenting women that hit on me no matter how whorish they might be. You don’t see me flashing blood red eyes and smashing guy’s faces in when they look at you now do you?” Gavin scolded me. “My eyes are red? I so did not hit her, but if she would have moved any closer I might have.” I defended. “Your eyes are back to normal now, but here comes a different waitress. Behave or we are leaving!” “You did not just yell at me!” I retort.

  Our new waitress is a tall heavy set middle aged woman. Her graying brunette hair is pulled up on top of her head in a messy bun. She carries a little extra weight around her hips and mid section a sign of a mother with a few kids and I can read her mind. I wasn’t trying but she is screaming in her head about some phone call she had received from her fighting kids. This is really starting to annoy me.

  Before I realize it Gavin and the middle aged woman are staring at me.

  “ZZ, are you going to order?” “Oh, um, yeah. I’m sorry. I just spaced out.” I order and the waitress leaves. “So my eyes really turned red?” I ask Gavin. “Uh yeah, are you jealous or angry?” He questions with a smirk. “Both. She was so fake and falling all over you. I mean what am I?

  Chopped liver?” “Until the other day to everyone else you kind of were…not that I ever felt that way, but that is what everyone here saw every time we came to eat.” Gavin explained. I could feel my cheeks redden and I looked down at my hands under the table. I felt Gavin’s leg touch mine. “Don’t be like that Zoe, it’s really ok. I just have to teach you a few things and don’t forget you’re the only one for me.” He flashes images from earlier through our connection. It only makes me redder. I am not a bold person, at least not usually, but lately I’ve had my moments. “I’m really the only one?” I question. “The only one ever,” He reassures me.

  Our waitress, Marissa, I notice from her name badge, returns with two cups of steaming coffee.

  “Creamer,” she asks. “Yes, please. Thank you.” I flash a sweet smile at her. I know she saw the show with the first waitress and she is rather hesitant to address me directly. She seems to relax a bit and I’ll be sure we give her a good tip just to prove I’m not a total jerk. Marissa quickly checks on her other tables and I feel the burning glare from the bimbo whore on the other side of the diner. Anger starts to bubble up and Gavin interrupts my thoughts of how to punish the chick with the fake everything. “You have got to get that under control. You know there is a fine line between good and evil in people like us.

  You have got to be more careful baby.” “Yeah, about that, what exactly are we?” I question him. “I’ll tell you the most important details, but that is one reason I gave you the book. It’s everything I know combined with what is believed to be a collective history of our kind.” “Ok, I can accept that for now.”I tell him.

  Marissa returns with our breakfast and my chocolate milk. That’s right I’m almost 21 and I still love my chocolate milk so deal with it! I am sure to thank the waitress and smile politely. She seems at ease and reminds us to just wave her down if we need anything further. We both dig into our food and I stretch my foot out to touch Gavin. “The stage is all yours Gav. Give me the low down.” “What are we? Well, we are not angels. We are not demons. We are not humans, and we are not entirely immortal. We have earned the name guardians. We are not good or evil per say at birth. Our kind chooses based upon the events we experience in life just like any human would. I guess you could categorize us as super natural. As you can tell we tend to have some gifts and some of us possess more ability than others. For instance some of us are very fast.

  Some of us can read minds telepathically.” He nods at me. “Some of us can see the future and others know the past. Some of us can influence energy and so on. All abilities and the manner in which they function are different from one individual to another.” Gavin explains while crunching on some bacon and taking another swig of his coffee. The caffeine from my own cup is waking me up and I am more mentally aware than I have been all morning, well since leaving the apartment.

  Savoring the taste of my hash browns my mind kicks into over drive. “I guess there is more time to get into those types of details, but where do we come from? I mean how are we born? I mean did my mom actually give birth to me like a human or was a created? Why am I just now figuring out what I am? Why have you known like forever and why are you so comfortable with it all?” Just as I finish asking we both look up to see our waitress Marissa returning to check on us. “Hold that thought.” Gavin answers. “Can I get you anything else?” “Could we have some more coffee?” I ask with a smile. She nods and fills up both our cups leaving just enough space for some creamer in my cup. I thank her and she hurries off again. “Get to answering me, snap, snap.” I demand. “You sure are feisty today! Hmmm…we are born just like humans and our souls are created in the same manner. However, we don’t all get a whole soul. For instance you and I each possess half. The theory behind some of our kind receiving only half is that our purpose in life cannot be obtained or completed alone and by placing half of our essence in another we will be driven to find the other and thus be able to succeed. We are genetically designed to crave success in whatever our life’s purpose is. If we do not find our other half for those of us that have one, or are unable to succeed in our purpose we go mad. Some of us in such a situation become self destructive and take down any and all who get in our way. Some turn into power hungry monsters and torment anyone who fancies them and still others end their lives.”

  My eyes start bugging out of my head and I am faintly aware that all the lights are flashing like strobes in the diner. “Zoe, you have to calm down and concentrate on something or you might just blow up the diner. Close your eyes they are solid sapphire and focus on my heart beat.” Gavin instructs. I close my eyes and try to slow my breathing. Gavin concentrates on his own heart beat to help me focus. I have never really noticed how beautiful the simple beating of a heart really was until now. I can feel my heart rate slow and my breathing returns to normal. I swear I even feel my eyes return to normal. I slowly open my eyes and see him smiling back at me with a look of satisfaction on his face. “Should I continue? Can you chill out until I finish your questions?” He inquires mentally. I nod. “Just focus on me and close your eyes and remind yourself to breath if it happens again.” I nod again. “Many of us are born knowing because one or both of our parents are just like we are. But not all of us are so lucky.” Gavin begins. “Like me, I didn’t know.” I interject. “You aren’t the only one.” He responds looking down at his hands.

  “Tell me Gav.” “Ok, my parents aren’t my parents ZZ.” I know my eyes are wide and I start to concentrate on breathing. “Please look at me.” “My parents are not my biological parents.” Gavin finishes rising his eyes back up to meet mine. “I was an orphan. I do not know who my parents are. However Gill and Shelly are very smart and noticed I was different. They did a lot of research and found Dean.” “Your boss, how long have you known him?” “My parents introduced me to him the day after I met you. I knew a small amount myself before I met you, but even my parents could tell I was going to need a mentor that was like me. Dean was 29 at the time and he was born into our kind with a full support system if you will and has many connections to other guardians.” Gavin continues to explain.

  “So, Dean knows about me then? What about my father?” I ask. “Yes, Dean knows about you and he has helped me to be able to help you and take care of you after your father died. We believe that your father knew you were different, but he did not have the resources my parents had at t
heir disposal. He took me aside on more than one occasion and told me to take care of you before we would go out. He seems to have known your mother was not human, but he didn’t ever share anything that private with me or my parents. He let me stay around you because it seems he knew on some level that even though I was a teenage boy I had more respect for you and patience than anyone else would ever have.” Gavin sighs out loud and motions to the incoming waitress with his head. “Hold on a second. Let’s leave here and I’ll keep explaining on the way.” “On the way to where,” I ask. “You’ll see.” He smiles and winks at me. Gavin thanks our waitress and we leave a nice tip along with enough to cover the bill.

  As I slide out of the booth Gavin takes my hand and grins. “See we can always talk this way. I like it!”

  “I do too!” I respond sticking my tongue out at him and ignoring the surprise on the whore bimbo from earlier as Gavin kisses my forehead. “So, where was I? Hmm…oh yeah, the reason you have been unaware of who and what you are, is because, now this is only a theory, we think your mother put a time released vale over you. A vale is a type of magic if you will. We think it is time released because as you have gotten older more of your true nature has developed and you seem to be able to unlock your abilities as well as reveal your mark.”

  We are now standing at the truck and Gavin is still holding my hand tightly. He keeps staring at me with a look I don’t understand. Desperation, no it’s fear. Wait…Gavin presses me up against the truck and bends his face down to mine. “Tell me I’m not going to lose you Zoe, tell me you love me.” My voice catches in my throat. I swallow hard. How can he not know this? He has been in my head for like two days now. “Of course I love you Gav, where would I g…” I try to answer but his lips cut me off. I am still confused, but I can’t resist him, every touch from him is like fire licking my skin. It should burn but it doesn’t. Just as quickly as he began he stops. Gavin pulls away a few inches and grins as his cheeks redden. “I’m sorry. I just, this is a lot of information and all I see in your head is fear and confusion. I get this feeling you are about to run off and never come back. I…I just couldn’t handle that.” “Don’t worry Gav. I’m not going anywhere. You are my family. Now, where are we going?” We jump in the truck and Gavin grins at me. “It’s a secret ZZ.”