Love Story BY;FErnand-j

                                      Love Story BY;FErnand-j

I sit upon my perch, above the old church. My feathers ruffle as a cold wind blows over. My mind is alert, darting around the city as I search for Jake. In my minds eye I find the red pulsating of his heart and I know that he is a man in love. Tilting my head back, I let the red wash over me. Tonight was the night that changed it. Jake wanted love from me and that was what I promised him. 
Love. How I learnt to hate that word. Once, many centuries ago, in my realm, I was a goddess of love. With a shake of the head or a flick of the hips I could make men and women fall instantly in love with one another. Mortals would talk about finding 'the one', or choosing their own path, yet they never realised it was always me who decided who they would fall in love with. Love, lust, daydreams, romantic ideas, the warm feeling in the pit of your belly; that was all done by me. And as a goddess of love, I had my own following of men. Some I played games with, using them and throwing them away carelessly, while others I truly loved, the way only and immortal could love, and giving them up always broke my heart. But all this changed on the day I was stripped of my title. For reason still unbeknown to me, the upper Gods took away my status and sent me to earth to live among the mortals for the rest of time. After my fall from grace, I vowed never to love again. Although I still retained my power, after the way they had removed me, I vowed to never use the power of love again. 
I'm still not sure whether I found Jake or he found me, but somehow we ended up together. One cold rainy night I found myself wandering the streets, and there he was, sitting in a back alleyway. We both knew what the other one was. He was like me, an outcast, booted out for reasons unbeknown to him. Both of us harboured deep resentment to the gods. Sitting and talking to him felt easy. 
It wasn't until Jake talked of love to me that I began to feel edgy. The thing he wanted from me was thing I vowed neve to give again. I finally gave into him after hearing him use such words as 'engulfing passion' and 'beautiful as a goddess'. I hadn't been called a goddess since my rejection from above. 
I snap to attention as I see the red pulse of a man enter through the front door. I know straight away that it is him. Quickly, I stand and gather myself before heading downstairs. I turn into my human guise; my wings shed feathers and morph into my arms, my talons separate and grow to form feet and my body grows until it resembles a shapely human figure. 

'How pretty.' I think to myself as I stare into the small mirror I always carried. 'I can tell why Jake likes this.' 
He sits awkwardly in the front pew, waiting for me. I can tell he finds my choice of venue uncomfortable but I find it somewhat suiting for tonight. He stands as I enter and strides towards me, his hands outstretched. He embraces me and kisses me long and lovingly. I feel nothing, but for Jakes sake I kiss back as if caught up in the passion. 

"My darling Margarette, it feels like an eternity since we have been together." He says. 

I feign breathless excitement. "I count the seconds that we are apart." 

I pause and take a deep breath before I continue talking. "My dear, I asked you here tonight because there is something I wanted to tell you." He looks at me and I know he wants me to say it. The red pulse in his heart grows slightly bigger and his eyes become wider with expectation. I pause and give him a look of innocent confusion and fear. All of what I was doing was an act but as I was hoping, he didn't seem to realise. 
"Lets have some champagne." He looks confused that I changed the conversation so quickly. I flash him another look of innocence and he relaxes and smiles. 'Good.' I think. Everything had to go perfect tonight. I pull him over to the next pew where a bottle and two glasses are waiting. I pour us both one and we stand there, our glasses raised our eyes on one another. To anyone that walked in right then, it would look like we were in love, and that was the way I wanted it. 
"To us" he says and drains his glass in one. I put my glass to my lips but don't drink. I watch the expression on his face turn from happy, to shocked, to fearful. His hand suddenly goes limp and the glass drops and smashes. Tiny sharp pieces of glass fly everywhere, cutting into my ankles and bare feet. I don't feel the pain. His legs give out from underneath him and he falls. The drug worked quicker that what I remembered. "I'm sorry Richard," I say, but inside I feel no sadness or remorse. I search him with my minds eye and see the purple of the drug has infiltrated his entire body. Already, his life is ebbing away. Quickly, while I still have a chance, I reach in and pull out his red pulse. He screams in agony. Without the love pulse, Richard dies quickly. 
Jake is waiting for me back on the rooftop. 

"Is it done?" He asks. 

I hold up a small bottle. Inside is a red substance that looks like it is made of pure light. "Put this in her drink and she will instantly fall in love with you." 

He tosses me a small pouch. I hear the coins inside tinker as I catch it. "Your payment as agreed. Forty gold talents." 

I smiled slightly. And you get your mortal." 

"You think she wasn't worth it?" 

I laugh as I shake my hair out and morph from Margarette into my own human form. "Jake, mortals belong with other mortals, we are too grand for them. Margarette will never truly love you as deep as our kind love. She will never understand the eternal loving bond only we can feel. In less than a century she will be dead and you will have nobody. Why go to so much trouble?" 

"Because, Jaclyn, that small time I will spend with her will be that happiest time of my life." 

He turns into the shadows and disappears. 
I sit again on my perch, overlooking the city. I open up my mind and let the red flames of passion wash over me. Everywhere I probe, I find people in love. I search for Jakes flame and single it out, mulling over it. He and I are two of a kind in a world like this. Having him around made our exclusion easier to bear. I search again and find Margarette's flame, small and dim. She is still waiting for Richard, instead she will get Jake. I wonder how Jake could love a woman like her; so dull and mortal. He was better than she was, both of us were. Yet why did he say such words to her? Long ago I wished someone would talk to me like Jake had about 'engulfing passion'. Pity I don't believe in love anymore. 
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