| Eternally Yours by destiny Lance looked around. He swore he heard a voice, a soft tinkly one that curled around his neck like a warm scarf in winter. He cocked his head, straining to hear it again. It was hypnotic, like the rain pattering on the roof in the middle of the night. Nothing. He heard nothing. Silence reigned over the lake and he sighed, starting up his jet ski once more. Zipping around the lake gave him peace, lent him useless time to let his mind wander far from the tasks he needed to attend to. He didn't care how many messages he had waiting in his office, nor did he care what time the guys were coming to discuss plans for the new tour. This was his time, time he craved, time he needed so desperately. His jet ski skimmed the water easily, and Lance leaned into it, letting the tiny waves splash about his ankles. His newest tattoo still stung, and he leaned down to give it a gentle rub. "Can you feel me, Lance? Can you smell me now? I'm here, right next to you baby." Lance froze. He cut the engine off again, his pulse racing out of control, his heart hammering at a death defying pace. He heard her again. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and gooseflesh prickled along his body. "What the fuck?" he stammered, looking around. "Hey loser!" Lance groaned as he heard Chris' voice across the water. "Stop fucking around on that thing and get your ass inside." "Fuck you," Lance screamed back with a grin. He started the engine again and headed for the dock. The voice was gone, again, lost in the depths of the lake. He simply didn't believe in ghosts or spirits that talked to humans, so he dismissed the words immediately. Once inside, he stripped off his wet suit and toweled off, noticing the refrigerator door wide open. "Who left this open?" he yelled, slamming it shut. "Trying to cool the house down or what?" "Hmm?" JC asked, entering the kitchen. "The fridge door. It was wide open." JC shrugged. "We haven't been in here yet," he said, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and taking a healthy bite. "That's dumb, of course one of you opened it." Lance got chills again and shuddered. "Didn't you?" "Now, Lance. Why the hell would I say I didn't if I did?" JC raised an eyebrow to puncutate his point. It was Lance's turn to shrug. Justin slid into the kitchen clad in his socks, slipping on the waxed floor and into the table. "Woah. Who the hell does this to your floor?" He was laughing as he regained his composure, but Lance was lost, still encompassed by chills and thinking about the voice. "Earth to Lance? Anyone home?" Justin flicked him in the middle of the forehead. "Hey, you all right?" "Hmm?" Lance blinked, rubbing his head absently. "Man, what's with you?" Justin headed toward the fridge and grabbed two beers. "You ready to talk shop cuz I got me a hot date and I want to get the hell outta here early." Lance blinked again. "Yeah, gimme five to change." He chewed on his lower lip, trying to figure out what this crazy feeling was he had inside of him. It was as if his heart was stuck on pause and his body was not his own. Once inside the sanctity of his bedroom, he stripped off his bathing suit and looked around. A heavy gaze burned on his body and instinctively he covered his groin area with his tee shirt. "Who's there?" he called out. "You are my beautiful boy. So very beautiful. I miss you so much." Lance's eyes grew wide as he backed up. "Stop fucking with me," he yelled out, falling backward onto his bed. "I mean it." "I'm not fucking with you, baby. I just want you to remember me. I need you to set me free." "Lance, who you talking to?" Joey knocked on the door having heard the frantic cries. "You okay?" He jiggled the knob to find it stuck. The lights flickered briefly before going out. Lance held his hands out in front of him, searching for the door. He headed toward Joey's voice. "Joe, keep talking man. Don't stop talking." His palms were sweaty and his feet tingled. "Joe?" From outside the door, Joey saw the light extinguish. He turned the knob again, and again it refused to open. "Lance?" Chris bounded up the steps for the bathroom and caught Joey banging on Lance's door. "Damn, give the guy a minute," he laughed. His laugh died as Joey turned to face him. "What?" "Door's stuck and the lights went out. Lance was screaming at someone in there." Chris shoved his hands in his pockets. "He's just messing with ya," he said confidently. "Lemme try." Chris knocked on the door with his knuckles. "Hey, we're ready down there. JC's gonna kick your ass if you ain't out here right now." He smiled at Joey with his cocky look, the one that said 'Im the master at shit like this'. Lance heard Chris' voice and called out to him. "Chris? Don't leave." He was starting to panic. No matter where he walked in his room, he couldn't find a wall. The air grew icy and a faint blue light glowed from the closet. "Fuck me," he whispered, his feet frozen to the carpet. "It's me baby. I'm here for you. Don't be scared. You know I would never hurt you." "Who are you?" he called out, keeping his tone even and steady. "I just want to know who you are. Please." "I'm your love. I'm the giver of life. I'm the one who holds your heart. You don't feel it, do you? It's not beating inside you is it?" Lance placed his hand over his heart. There was no beat. It was gone. His body shook fiercely as he dropped to his knees. His voice was gone, ripped from his throat. He crumpled into a ball with his knees pressed up to his chest. "I am here to take part of you back. You made a promise to me, Lance, one you couldn't recall in this life. But I remember it well. I gave you this chance back here on earth in the hopes you would return to me. But you didn't. You couldn't." Chris and Joey stood on the other side of the door, ears pressed against the wood. "Do you hear that?" Joey asked, straining to get a better listen. "It's a chick. He's in there with a chick." Chris scoffed. "Fuck that shit. So what the hell are we doing? Trying to save him from some sexual pleasure?" He shoved Joey to the side. "You ass. Leave him alone." Joey chuckled and walked away. "You'd think he'd wait til we were gone at least." The apparition descended from the blue light, dancing lightly over the fog that wafted through his room. He stared in wide eyed wonder at the stunning woman before him. She was what he imagined angels to look like with long, flowing blonde hair and big blue eyes. She wore a white gown which clung to her shapley body and Lance felt his breath depart his body with a jerk. He couldn't help the erection that started to grow between his legs even as tears filled his eyes in fear. "That's it Lance. You know it's me. You understand why I'm here." She moved like the wind across the ocean, her feet never touching the floor. In seconds she stood over him, smiling down. Lance uncurled, his face unable to look away as she lifted the gown from her body. Her hands felt like feathers across his body and he could not help but tremble under the feeling. His trepidation rose and fell with each move she made. Naked she laid over him, guiding him into her. Lance gasped. It didn't feel real. He felt a suction motion, but no wetness or warmth. He opened his mouth to scream, to cry out in horor. All that escaped was a tiny cry, like the sound of a newborn kitten. "Shh, don't be afraid. You'll give me what I need. You'll give me your seed while I'm fertile and then I'll leave. In the afterlife we shall meet again and be one." Lance bucked his hips in an attempt to roll her off him. His arms were flat at his side and his legs were pin straight. They felt too heavy to move, though he tried. The spirit quickened her pace, her porcelin face glowing peacefully. Lance's mind was blank. He could no longer think for himself. Her voice invaded his brain with lightning speed, erasing all time and space surrounding him. The feeling rose so powerfully inside him. The orgasm ripped through his body with alarming intensity. His elation was pure, his soul in a heightened sense of ectasy. A single nail mark appeared on his chest. He whimpered as it bled and she smiled sweetly. "I'm done. Thank you Lance. You will remember nothing until you leave this world and come back to me. I did this for you. I gave up my chance at another life so that you could be here with fame and fortune." She lifted off him and returned to her blue light. A wave of her hand and she was gone, the blue glow slowly disappating and the lights in his room flickering back on. Lance wiped the tears from his eyes and struggled to stand. He was tired, and confused, and wanted to crawl into bed for a week. "Lance! I'm not waiting any more. Get that ho out of your room and fucking get out here now!" JC rapped on the door furiously. He tugged at the door and it swung open. JC poked his head in. "Lance?" Lance waved his hand in the air as his throat stung with the return of his voice. "I'm here," he gasped, finally standing. "Where's the girl?" JC asked, looking around. "Gone," Lance answered, collapsing onto his bed. His teeth chattered and he wrapped the comforter around his nakedness. JC frowned. "What'd she bail out the window or something?" "Something." "Are you coming downstairs now?" "Yes." "Okay, well Chris and Justin are drinking all the beer and.....hey, you sure you're all right?" Lance nodded, rubbing at his head. "I'm okay," he whispered. "I'll be right there." When JC closed the door he touched the scratch on his chest. It was real, the blood stained his fingertips. "I'm crazy," he cried, sniffling loudly. Grabbing his jeans he pulled them on slowly, checking his body for tell tale signs of sex. It was there, the sticky white residue pooling around his pubic hair, the post orgasmic tingle, and finally the return of his heartbeat. He didn't understand. His mortal mind wouldn't allow it. He pulled a shirt over his head and stepped out into the hallway. His mind fuzzed immediately and he took a cleansing breath. Heading down the stairs he heard the chatter coming from his living room and smiled. The memory was already escaping his thoughts, and he plopped down on the couch next to Justin, swiping his beer. "These the stage plans?" he asked, grabbing a blue print. From the blue light in the heavens, the woman clutched her stomach. Lance was her eternal love, the one she'd been with lifetime after lifetime. She'd allowed him to return to earth without her this time to acheive a life of opportunities and gifts that he'd never experienced. One thing she couldn't exsist without was his child, and she'd been granted that present. She watched over him, his seed planted deep inside her, waiting patiently for a time that may never come. |