19. How Was Last Night For You: Talise’s Cave and John’s Nightmare


Please read Chapter 18 here.

Chapter 19: Talise’s Cave and John’s Nightmare.

John had borrowed a motor boat from his brother Jordan, who enjoyed taking the boat out fishing. He had considered asking Jordan to come with him, but he hadn’t wanted to risk his younger brother’s life. John had his sailing boat but it wasn’t inconspicuous enough for him to take out to Tia’s hallowed cave.

An immense moon hung in the night sky, as if it were a giant orb of white gold. John recalled the full moon when he had first meant Nina. He thought about Nina always, without meaning to think of her.

It had only been a week since John had last seen Nina, at his parents house,  and he missed Nina exceptionally. During her time healing from her concussion, John and Nina had been inseparable. John felt a sickening in his stomach when he recalled how he had left Nina, crying and begging him not to end their relationship.

But stronger than the misery John felt missing Nina, was the fear he perceived for Nina’s life. John had snapped when Nina was almost mowed down by a giant red pickup truck, surely Tia’s doing. He had taken the only action he could think of without exploding in rage, frustration, and  animosity concerning Tia; John left Nina hurting.

John had realized the best way for him to keep Nina safe from Tia, was for him to keep his distance from her. Especially since Tia was after Nina, and wanted her heart. Maybe now, Tia would take John’s heart. It wasn’t as if John had much of a heart left after being cursed to have horrific events occur around him for ten-years, and after letting Nina go.

On the way home from parents house,  John experienced a ‘feeling’ he hadn’t sensed it a while. A horrific event was about to occur. Two vehicles behind John’s Mercedes collided and were in a serious car accident. John had called 911 immediately and the Adare Fire Department had had to bring in the ‘jaws of life’ to cut a critically injured man out of his smashed white Corolla. John had given a witness statement and stopped to assist at the wreckage. He knew that he was the one whose curse was responsible for the severely injured people and their destroyed vehicles.

John’s curse had returned and the fact further enraged John, who was already in a dangerous  mood due to Nina’s near accident. He had gone home and worked the hell out of a punching bag and pulled out his favourite luxury vodka.

Nina was the most precious person to John, he loved her. He hadn’t admitted it to her but it was true. He knew it inside. John had asked Rianne and his family to keep on eye on Nina after his fight. Even if having his family in Nina’s life was weird when Nina and John weren’t speaking. Rianne was at Nina’s condo tonight while John was out, searching for Tia’s soul or the dagger that she carried.

Jordan’s motor boat puttered along the Sirene Lake, it wasn’t exceedingly noisy, so John had some stealth approaching Tia’s cave. The night was clear and the moonlight lit John’s path. He was guiding the boat along some stone edifices when he came to the hidden piece of white beach and cave, Tia’s sanctuary.

Tia and John had come here years ago, to make love and enjoy each other’s company. Tia had insisted John and her come here to relax and be together. Presently, in the chilly night air, the former haven of white sand seemed forbidding. John brought the motor boat as close to the beach as he could. He dropped anchor, stepping out into the freezing water, grazing his thighs. No matter, John had worn a black wetsuit for his mission.

John carried a flashlight with him, but he didn’t turn the flashlight on. He was waiting to see if Tia might be here. In the past, John knew, Tia slept in her cave. She didn’t seem to feel the cold as human’s did. She came to her secret place when she was angry or hurt, so there was a substantial chance, Tia was here.

He should stop calling her Tia, John thought. The young girl John knew as Tia no longer existed. Talise was the name of the seawitch, the horrible bitch who tried have Nina run down and had given Nina a serious concussion.

Warily, John tiptoed through the white sand in his bare feet, heading for Talise’s cave with the fantastic crystal mirror, Tia’s looking glass she called it. As he crept, John recalled the dreams he had been having of Talise lately. In these dreams he felt as if he was stuck in quicksand. He could not make his own body move. He had no control, as Talise dragged Nina out into the deepest part of the Sirene Lake where Nina was murdered.


 

” John, help me!” Nina screamed to John in his nightmare.” Why won’t you move? Talise is trying to drown me and I can’t get free. Talise’s magic has made her strong.”

In his nightmare, Talise would laugh maniacally at John, while forcing Nina into more treacherous depths.

” You can do nothing, John,” Talise would say, her voice gravely and low. “Nina your heart is mine! No one will find you in the middle of the Sirene Lake, no one can save you from my cursed dagger. Going through your heart, the dagger will be sharp and painful Nina. I will kill you slowly, to take your soul. The ritual requires me to do so. And I don’t mind at all . . .” Talise raged.

“It’s your fault Nina. You should’ve stayed far away from John. I warned you he was not for you. John’s mine. I merely wanted him to suffer before I came back to him. We are meant to be… but you changed fate. Now John loves you and I’ve been forced to bewitch him. John can only do what I order him to do — he has no free will. He’s going to watch from the shallow water, while I kill you and steal your soul.” In the nightmare, Talise was evil. She had become a depraved shadow of her former self.

John would try with all his might to move his body, to stop Talise. But always, the same event occurred in his dream. John regarded Talise in abhorrence and loathing as she stabbed his beloved through her heart. Talise took her time, drawing out Nina’s suffering. Tears flowed down John’s cheeks as Nina languished in agony, begging for Talise to kill her faster.

Then, the life would perceptibly flicker out of Nina’s pale blue eyes. John could always see this detail well. John would feel as if he was holding Nina as he cried witnessing deep red blood, Nina’s life force, seeping out of her body into the Sirene Lake.

Talise would chant an ancient language, while John wept with fury, experiencing a sharp pain in his own chest, at Nina’s death. Then a luminous glowing  orb would float above Nina’s body. Nina’s soul would arise and come to rest in a special container Talise held in her hand. John was traumatized. He could see the details of the container well. It was a clear, round, sphere, materialized of magic.

Talise would laugh maniacally watching John grieve. John remembered in his nightmare, the feeling of himself dying inside as Nina’s corpse, white and stiff , floated by Talise in the Sirene. John didn’t understand why his his nightmare felt so life-like.

Inside John experienced immense sorrow and rage against Talise. But he had no control over his free will. When Talise called for him to join her deeper in the Sirene Lake’s water, John obediently swam out to her. Talise gave John Nina’s soul, brilliant in the magic orb. In his nightmare he recalled thinking, it was his last piece of Nina. Talise smirked as John grasped the sphere and hid it in his pocket sadly.

John tred water in the Sirene Lake, while Talise appeared to float effortlessly. When Talise tried to kiss him, more tears leaked out of John’s eyes. He was crying for Nina and could not stop. But John didn’t make a sound as Talise demanded he kiss her. He did so with ardor, even though it wasn’t ardor he felt for Talise, only disgust and loathing.

John had woken every night that past week, since Nina was nearly hit by the red truck, sweating profusely with tears running down his stubbled cheeks. The nightmare drained John and he had a feeling, this dream could become reality if he did not stop Talise. Nina could die and John would be doomed to live a life, a slave to Talise’s desires. John involuntarily shivered.

Please Read Chapter 20 here.


 

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Vanity, Vanity…a Bikini Wax?


Like many girls I like to take care of myself. I love wearing makeup, trying different face creams, and eye shadows. I like to look good for myself and for others. Is this vanity? To some degree, but mostly I just enjoy my beauty routine and I think it is a necessary part of life. It is important to look good because people judge you on how you look for things such as jobs, social events, and even going to school. Beauty rituals and taking care of yourself can even make you have better self esteem.

Now people have all different kinds of beliefs when they are taking care of themselves. Some questions one may ask about beauty is how much is too much time to put into how you look? How much time is not enough? How much is just the right amount of time for your schedule and life? Some people wish they could take less time taking care of themselves and some people wish they could take more. There are also fortunate and unfortunate parts about a beauty routines. It is fun to try different make up and hairstyles but it is not so fun when it comes to hair removal and skin issues.

I guess what bothers me about beauty is when you start to judge others on why they would get different beauty products or procedures. Since taking care of yourself often makes a person feel better, I especially do not care for these judgment calls because they effect women’s self-esteem. What is important to you may not be important to other people, but you may have a perfectly valid reason for a certain way you take care of your own body. You may feel that somethings are worth your money to spend on beauty and not on others.

For instance, I have a friend who does not ‘get’ bikini waxing in any shape or form; she just thinks it’s vanity. That is her own opinion on taking care ‘down there’ and lets just say I do not agree. It is something I have been doing since high school and believe it’s not only important to making you feel good even though nobody can see it when you are walking around, but also just important because your boyfriend or husband likes it, or maybe because you just feel better, cleaner for instance with a bikini wax. But I think it is up to women in general to decide how they feel about bikini waxing and other beauty procedures and if they want to get them done. In this day and age some ‘grooming’ down there is expected but to what to degree, that depends on you and who you are with – and not just your boyfriend or husband. For instance, for wearing many swim suites you have to do at least a little waxing or shaving, Please have the courtesy to do that! But I guess what I am getting to today is: I was mad at this friend after getting my first Brazilian bikini wax and her judging me – calling me vain because of it.

It was extremely painful and I do not know that I would do it again. But the point being is it was my choice and not for my friend to judge especially since she would never get one. She was calling me judgemental for saying it was something girls do now-a-days (most I know do) and rebuking me for getting one just like those girls. It really is just the norm now these days, nothing special. Wax or shave do whatever you want but the point is take care of yourself, however – it is your choice. Just as it my choice get a bikini wax it is my friend’s choice not to get one.

But this got me to thinking, how times change, and that how we take care of ourselves differs from how people took care of themselves in the 1920’s, 1970’s etc. It’s true, beauty rituals change but I think there needs to be understanding across generations what beauty rituals people do in whatever age that they do them, and it is always a women’s choice. It is no more vain to get a bikini wax then it is to shave, then it is to use depilatory creams, or get laser treatments on that area. It is no more vain then cutting and dying the hair on your head. Like it or not some vanity is part of our society, and I think it’s a good attribute in this case, not a bad attribute.

We do not need to look perfect but we do need to love ourselves and others enough to take care of our bodies. Plus, it is not 1890, please believe me – beauty rituals are not the same and because they have changed does not make them anymore vain then any beauty ritual was in anytime throughout history.

Beauty is something I love about being a girl, I am partial to it. So I hope you do not judge anybody in there beauty rituals bad or good, and if you feel that you have to comment about it; be nice about it. You have no right to call someone vain, you do not live in their life, and you do not feel how they feel, you have not taken ‘ a walk in their heels.’ Beauty is more than skin deep, its emotional, and psychological; it is a powerful thing that does not effect us or others just physically or visually.