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Oh my God! She thought in frustration. If she had to listen to One – More – Asshole yell at her about matters that were utterly out of her control, matters that they were too stupid to understand in even the simplest language, she was going to rip her hair out a fistful at a time. It wouldn’t be as painful. She sat in her car at the end of her shift at the bank and just took several deep breaths, her feeble attempt at calming herself before she tried to tackle the fun house ride that was the drive home. Traffic was even more wretched than usual tonight. It figured. It was the perfect shitty end, to a perfectly shitty day. Why did she have to have such an aptitude for a career that she utterly despised? It was the cruelest irony that she happened to have a talent for, but an absolute loathing of the most mind numbing (and sex life killing) career ever. She was an accountant. And just her luck, it was tax season. It wasn’t bad enough that when most men learned what she did for a living, two things happened: Their eyes glazed over in sheer boredom, and the intimidation level of being with a woman with such an analytical intelligence sent them running for the nearest exit. She stewed for the forty minute commute back to her small, economic little one bedroom apartment. On the way, she’d thought idly about picking up some Chinese to go, but then thought better of it seeing as she didn’t have much in the way of an appetite. She figured if she got hungry she’d simply toss a Healthy Choice meal into the microwave and drown her sorrows in a good glass of Pino` Noir. Unlocking her door, she flipped on the light switch, illuminating the depressing altar to spinsterhood before her. In an effort to be frugal, she’d gone rather Spartan with the decor. It looked more like a bachelor pad then the safe haven of a single woman. 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Good thing for her it was required coursework in college for her masters. Too many laws were based in Latin origin. She was about to close the book and set it aside when something caught her attention. It was a passage labeled Decens, The Becoming. Intrigued, she began to read. It was more of a lyric than anything else. And as she sat there reading it, a song began to form in her mind. It was old, familiar, but in a way that stayed elusively out of the reach of true memory. She began to hum it softly to herself. If she could pride herself on anything other than her mathematical prowess, it was her voice. She’d been singing her entire life. And what was music but notes put to mathematical rhythm? As she hummed, the words on the page drifted into her consciousness and she started singing them to the tune in her head. She felt strange, like a live wire and been threaded through her body making her come alive. She was singing the passage over and over, louder and louder, each time with increased urgency. She didn’t know why she was doing it and she couldn’t stop. It was compulsive now. Finally, she reached the last crescendo on her latest verse and her voice took on an otherworldly cadence that reverberated off of every wall in her apartment. Suddenly exhausted, she collapsed back onto the couch. She hadn’t even been aware of standing up, or of her arms being raised to the ceiling with palms outstretched, fingers splayed in open welcome. She must have dozed. For the next thing she knew, the clock was striking three a.m. But as she sat up and knuckled the sleep Escort bayan Ankara from her eyes, she realized that it hadn’t been the chiming of the clock that had woken her. She sensed a presence in the room. Instantly alarmed, she scanned her surroundings, looking for the intruder. Initially finding none, she slowly stood up and padded silently to the bar and her purse. 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It was short, only about three and a half feet tall, with greenish skin peppered with wiry mossy hair, great yellow orbs for eyes, a smashed in nose, like that of a prize fighter that had been broken one too many times, and a wide mouth with thick cracked lips stretched over flat grey teeth. And it was standing there completely nude! Its squat body was being balanced by a long, thick member that hung from the junction of his stubby legs nearly to the floor. She screamed and flew off the bed. Even as she turned toward it, her bedroom door slammed shut. She backed herself up against the wall and stared at the creature in sheer panic. “What the HELL are YOU? What are you doing in my room?” she demanded of it. It smiled placating her, “You summoned me my lady. I’ve been waiting more than eight hundred years to hear your sweet voice sing my call. I had begun to despair, thinking we’d never find each other again. But alas, tonight, I finally heard our song!” “What? What are you talking about? I didn’t call for you. I don’t even know what you are. Hell, you’re not even real! This is just a bad dream. A drunken hallucination brought about by too much wine and a bad day.” His thick wiry brows drew together over his bulbous eyes in sad disappointment. “My queen, you do not remember me.” “What? I’m not a queen! My name is Nalia and I’m just an accountant,” she stammered. God, what was she DOING? She was arguing with a figment of her Bayan escort Ankara imagination. He held out his arm imploringly. On his ring finger, the light sparked and flashed in the signet he wore. It was a brilliant gold with a deep scarlet gem in the middle and Cris-crossed on top of it was a delicate scroll-work design in gold filament. “My love, it has been too many generations we have been separated and it’s time for you to reclaim your place at my side.” Her breathing was still somewhat labored as she stared at this being in both fear and wonder. And that ring. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. She was transfixed by it. Shaking her head no, she edged a little further from him. “No, you’ve made a mistake. This isn’t real. I’m not who you’re looking for. I’m going to close my eyes, count to ten and when I open them, you’ll be gone and I’ll go to sleep. Or wake up, whichever comes first.” The effort it took to pry her eyes from that ring was monumental. But she did it. She closed her eyes, and slowly counted, “One, one thousand; two, one thousand; three…”. When she finally reached ten, she slowly opened her eyes. Immediately she squealed in shocked surprise. Not only hadn’t the creature disappeared, it’d taken the time she’d been counting to move to stand right in front of her. Her heart galloped in her chest, the air in her lungs whooshed out of her in one breath. Everything seemed to stop for one interminable suspended moment. Then the world came rushing back in and he knelt before her with pleading in his eyes. “My lady, please, I beg you. Don’t make me wait another near millennium for our reuniting. Take my hand.” He held his hand out to her. His gaze was hypnotic. She couldn’t look away. And without even knowing what she was doing, she took his outstretched hand. He kissed the back of it tenderly. Then he held out the hand adorned with the ring and even as she watched, a small gold antenna extended from the middle of it. Looking up at her he asked, “Let me touch you with my ring and return you to your full glory.” Mesmerized, she nodded slowly. He touched the back of her hand with the ring. A soft chime sounded from it, and a strange heated energy surged up her arm and through her body. Her feet collapsed from beneath her then. Her body convulsed and twitched. Suddenly, it was like she was on fire. There was no pain, just intense heat. She couldn’t feel anything else but the heat. She had no idea what was happening to her. She’d gone momentarily blind and deaf. The only sense she had was touch. And even that was interrupted by this damned overpowering heat. What was happening to her? Her panic surged again and she struggled to keep her wits about her. Whatever was happening, she was going to need them when it was over if she was to survive. But even as she had that thought, the intense burning began to subside. She calmed along with it. After a little while, it seemed she was suspended in some kind of sedate stasis and she allowed herself to just go with it.
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