The Darkness Of Ian

The Darkness Of Ian 1

(Introduction)2

It was the year of 1975, and the world had hardened in time, quickened its pace. The stony, steep, fields of Southern Europe cast an eerie, dark shadow on all the lives in Andorra. The people were simple, even then. Most turned to religion, more than that turned political, neither knowing that they were closely allied.3

He sat in the city, watching the streets below him begin their nightlife. High upon his dark perch, he could see the town. All the lamps being extinguished, the white washed houses becoming a dingy grey.4

His eyes set in a dead glare, his mind racing, planning tonight’s happenings. A wry and rather twisted smirk slowly appeared on his all too pale face...5

" I shall enjoy some company tonight."6

Chapter 17

(The Meeting)8

As he walked along the black slate street, memories screamed at him. He got a chill, feeling colder than ever. All those he loved...gone. His memories were blurred; he could no longer remember specific names, all the people of his past were just blank faces of a dream.9

He made his way down the sidewalk and noticed there was a gala being held. A crowd was gathered, and people, mostly dressed in elegant, colorful clothing, were filling the sidewalks and streets. Ian looked down at his favorite black suit, and followed the silver trim over the pocket with his finger, and shrugged, thinking to himself,  “This must be planned by a young and prosperous millionaire,” he smirked. “His father must be so proud, I think I’ll fit in just fine.”10

He strolled through the ever-chattering crowd, and whilst everyone else was carelessly vying for space, he never seemed to even brush someone’s side. It was as if they weren’t even there at all. He saw many people laughing and couldn’t help but smell their fear. He smelled their fears of rejection from their quiet little friends, Fears of solitude in this little mountain town. All their insignificant and empty thoughts and feelings. He truly felt sorry for the innocent children that they beat into submission everyday of their lives. They no longer lived for themselves; they were turning these children into images of what they thought they themselves were. 11

Then, very suddenly in front of him there was a dark red mass of curls…12

“Pardon Me,” He said with a faint French accent.  “I did not see you there.” He paused, wondering whether he should get ready to defend himself or run, and took the chance to look her over. There stood a delicate, beautiful, young woman, dressed in a stunning, dark gown, though he couldn’t tell what color it was in this light, with a black corset that laced tightly up the front. He noticed a small garnet pendent lay across her breast drawing attention to her fine china-doll skin. She turned her head to face him and replied, as she brushed her hair from her view,13

“Oh its alright, no harm done, with all these people here it was bound to happen sometime.” She grinned, and then got a good look at this handsome dark figure that stood before her. He was only a little taller than she, just the right height to look up into his eyes…and what gorgeous eyes they were, like the golden sun fading to grey, his skin was pale, pale as the moon, he had a strong face, one you could tell saw many more days than first perceived.14

She noticed he was dressed rather well, the silver lining in his suit made her eyes ache and she blinked back to reality, realizing that she had been studying him intently and nothing had been said in quite some time. He seemed as if he read this very thought and begun to smile slightly at her.15

“So, what brings you here this evening?” She asked as politely as she could.16

“Oh I just thought I should get out of the house for a bit, maybe even get a bite to eat, how about yourself?” He inquired, still smiling.17

“Basically the same, forgive me but I didn’t seem to catch your name.” She said feeling a little embarrassed.18

“My deepest apologies, my lady,” He replied, extending his right hand.19

“My name is Ian, Ian Versil, may I ask of yours as well?”20

“You have a very interesting name, nice to meet you Ian, I’m Ayana Cypris.” She said as she took his hand.21

“Thank you, and the pleasure is all mine I’m sure of it” He said and slowly brought her soft hand to his lips, whispering, “beautiful flower” before placing a small, sweet kiss upon it. He caught the scent of her, it reminded him of something, something important, but he couldn’t remember what it was…22

He hadn’t smelled anything as sweet for decades. He penetrated her soul with his eyes as he spoke,23

“How would you like to accompany me at this little party?”24