Beyond the Lies
By: Arely Rodriguez


An eighteen year-old witch was supposed to be hiding from the human world, or mingling with them. That was the rule one had to follow, never get mixed up with them, never have feeling for them, or any other that might not be of your same kin. But she made that awful mistake.
As she walked through the bar the drums started playing, the guitar was softly playing in the background, she slowly walks in, wondering. Pounding inside her head, the doubt of only an adventure, she thought it was love, but turned out to be a game. The game of a childish loser who claimed to be a God, but turned out to be a fraud.
The drums playing, the words forming, dancing in her head told her that it was a lie, and just in time, looking up, she saw him.

With a gasp in her mouth, and a spell ready to be thrown at him, he looked up and smiled. Thinking back to that night when she met him, that night when life changed, she remembered the sincere-looking smile he gave her. Saying "Hi!" to her that night, seemed like the night before, even if it had been months since that happened.

The tapping of his fingers on the table, that evil looking smile, and the feeling that told her he was looking, she instantly looked down, while he sipped his drink, "Gwendolyn." He whispered, so quiet, but the name traveled through the air to her ears. Her legs instantly started to march toward him, that sway of her hips, the flow of her legs from step to step, the music, the atmosphere, everything seemed to fit into that moment. The smell of her hair traveled through the air to him, that exotic, subhuman scent of a witch, the martyr he was going through, he was in love, but would she ever believe him? Would she care what he said?
Of course not! She thought it had been an adventure, only a game, and that's what it was at the beginning, but it grew to be something else, something powerful. Love. That's what it was, though he didn't want to recognize it as such, he did. Painful admittance.
The lights dancing around everyone, their bodies spreading heat throughout the building, and music loudly playing, to an indescribable sensual rhythm, and Gwendolyn still walking, her hair shinning with all the lights, it seems as if she had a halo about her, the look she gave Adrian was that of a person full of hatred, but yet, she felt love, she wanted to kiss him, but it would be as if she'd be licking poison off of an apple.

The only thing left to do was be to talk like two civil persons that grew up to be nothing but monsters, killers in the human eye. Are they that horrible that the talking would end up as a battle instead of a peace treaty?

"Gwendy." He said as soon as she arrived at the table where he was sitting. With a raised eyebrow and a grin on her face, she sat on the table and crossed her legs.
"Seems to me that I see you even in my dreams.” He said, sarcastically
“I wonder why that would be?" She asked, not letting her self-control fail her an inch, but letting anger wrap around her like a shield.

"So much you hate me now? Is that why you decided to hide all of your emotions with anger?" Adrian stood up in front of her, her face turning pale at the sight of his face so close to hers, and the feel of his arms tight around her waist. Her body temperature quickly dropped. "Don't be scared, little angel. I promise, I won't hurt you." Neither of them letting their true emotions show to the world, only anger and hatred.
"Oh please, Adrian, I am not scared of you." She replied to his sarcastic comment. "Don't think just because you decided to play with me, I won't hurt you. I'm not as innocent as you might think, I've changed to either the good or the worse. You chose to be with that little tramp, instead of me, I was only your toy, but I guess karma hit you back. You are as lonely as a dog without someone to love, or someone to love him back. I feel pity for your pathetic life." Gwendolyn was surprised at her own words, the boldness of an eighteen year old hitting an immortal like a bucket of cold, icy water.
"Well, what do you know, little Miss Fearless decided to hit me with the coldest of words, the truth." He laughed.
"Oh please, you might fool the world with your 'insensitive' laugh, but you won't fool me, Adrian, you are as vulnerable as a pathetic little animal. You are nothing to anyone, but a pile of trash. One day you will be dying, and pleading for forgiveness, but everyone will turn their back to you. Even me!" She slammed her fist to the table, and disappeared. That had been the truth, he looked everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. She had been right all along, life had changed her, she turned into something everyone feared, a monster without feelings, but the only one she would have was the feeling of vengeance. A malevolent dictator without any mercy for anyone. She might not be as strong as she appears, but her words could kill just as easily as a knife through the heart. Heartless. That's what she was. It was not fear, what he felt, but love. Love for the bold eighteen year old that appeared in front of him. Love for the person that he had changed, the person that, while he played with her, she was wrapped in anger to protect what was left of her innocent human heart. If he only knew the thing that he was going to do before. If he could only go back in time to redeem what he had done, he would do it.
***
La crème de la crème of society always gathered in this kinds of social events. While Gwendolyn knew better than not to show up here, she always did. She always wanted to see the peoples' look on their faces. She always dressed so graceful, but at the same time exotic and sensual. But nevertheless "cheap".
"Gwendolyn. I see that we bump into each other everywhere." A voice from behind her whispered.
"Yeah, don't be so sure that it is because I want to. So you better back off, dear." She replied.
"Oh your boldness. What is it with you these days?" He asked After she closed her eyes to gather her self-control, he went to the front of her, and kissed her. The kiss was very spontaneous, but at the same time very intense. The first true kiss they shared that night. Nothing could ever compared to it, really, something out of this world.
It is hard to believe that life has gotten them into this very place, this very moment. Both of them in love but not willing to show either emotion but anger and hatred?
"Why did you kiss me?" She asked, her eyes full of tears, but not willing to be shed. Instead she turned around and left. So easy would have been to disappeared like she always does. To fly away from that place, to what she thought had been a heavenly moment, turned out to be so hellish. The dreaded voice from Adrian's throat came back to haunt her, street after street she passed, and it was weird, because she thought that each time she would forget about him, and just live her life the way it had been before she met him. The spell to turn back time, no witch would ever use it unless necessary:

"Let time redeem what it has done, for it is a foul deed,
Let this time, at this moment rewind the life of the world,
To the pacific day of the Autumn equinox."

The spell had been said, there was no turning back on it, the life that she had before, would be back, except that she would remember everything that had happened. Sad it is, the life that she had. Of course, she used to like that life, to the extreme, just being a witch, and passing in the human world as simply that, a human. They didn't know of her identity, only the ones that were able to read those auras, or those, like Adrian, could read minds.

Nothing but six weeks had passed, and no sign of him. She was sure that he had been gone back to where she met him, but of course, she wouldn't go back there for anything in the world. She wasn't stupid enough to re-live her past, or what would have been her future. The future, of course, will not happened. Not according to what she did. The spell should have erased all memory of what happened throughout six months. And just as soon as she was leaving the café where she had been at, she saw him, just walking by, in that same moment, he smiled at her, with that stupid little wink of his, as if he knew her. Of course, that wasn't possible, was it?

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