Free Snowscape Trilogy by Jessie Lyn Pizanias Page A

had the drunken melt down an hour
ago.
    I had just lit a cigarette out of my
emergency stress stash when a short red head walked up to me. She
wore cute square boxed glasses and had a pixie haircut that framed
her face well. She was dressed simply in jeans and an old Beatles
T-shirt. Her short stature and bright red hair made her seem
younger than me, but there was something about her eyes that gave
the telltale sign of an old soul. She reached out her palm and
asked, “Can I bum one of those?”
    I could smell a brief hint of sulphur in the
air and my heart began rapidly beating in unknown fear. This girl
was not who she was pretending to be. I looked into her bright blue
eyes and she knew it too.
    I managed a hint of a smile before I pushed
my lit cigarette into her palm and tried to run back into the house
through the back door where I could hear the mumbles of the party
start to wind down. When had I become the only person outside? She
grabbed my arm as I tried to dash by and quickly twisted it behind
my back as I struggled. She had my right arm secure but I reached
up and smashed the cheap, heavy wine glass into the side of her
face knocking off her glasses. She let go of me and I ran out
towards the wood that cradled the back of Kayla’s house. I could
feel her coming up behind me before I saw her and suddenly I was on
the ground. The wind ripped out of my lungs with the force of her
body heaving into mine and pressing me against the ground. I kicked
and screamed and squirmed and managed to turn myself around so I
could see her straddling me. She no longer was using her arms to
pin me down but she had both of her palms out towards me and some
unknown force was keeping me immobile. It was then that I saw her
eyes. When I had seen them before I noticed their brilliance. They
were bright blue. But where once was just blue iris now there was
blue fire. I could see the flames in her pupils’ flicker and burn
and as I struggled more she fought against me. The fire burn
brighter as she held my arms tighter and I could feel the intensity
of her power grow over me as he face contorted in jovial
possession. She was ecstatic to have caught her prey.
    Despite the struggle and my lack of breath I
tried to remain calm. I had learned something today and if I lived
through this experience it was necessary information. Although
every fiber of my being wanted to thrash and panic I forced myself
to remain calm and still as she reached down and wrapped her hands
around my throat. The power that she possessed was still holding me
immobile against the cold dirt. I could feel the blackness creeping
over me and see white spots in the corner of my eyes, but knew
logically that fighting was not the answer. Maybe if I blacked out
Nathaniel could help me. But here, with the chilled ground pressing
up against every inch of my back, I knew I would lose. My only hope
was that I could get help before the blackout turned to into an
eternal version. Instinct took over and I screamed with such force
with every emotion that I had. Suddenly, the hands were gone and I
could breaths. Time slowed down and I could see that the pixie girl
had been thrown off of me with such power I could hear the tree she
landed against crack in half.
    I laid back, momentarily confused, exhausted,
but also relieved. I could see that the air had a chill in it by
the white plumes of breathe coming from my mouth. I watched the
puffs rise up out of me and dissipate into nothingness. My life had
almost done the same, but the all too familiar sensation that this
was not the first time that had happened passed through my head. I
carefully sat up. There, in front of me stood
Samandiriel. 
    I was not shocked. I had called to him,
hadn’t I? “You heard me.”
    It was more of a statement than a question
but he nodded anyway.
    He was a clear five feet away from me, boring
down on me with scrutiny, his lips parted in question and although
it was clear he had just thrown the girl off