Timeshifters

“Faster, Jezebel, faster!” he hollered pulling her along. Her hand clasped tightly in Filipe’s. The sharp stones cut into the sensitive souls of her feet. How had she gotten here? No time to think about that. The dark night clouded their vision, only they didn’t not need their sense of sight to see.

Weaving in and out of the trees, dodging stray brances, they hurried along. The branches reached out to strike Kyra on the cheek, but still she ran, hardly noticing the sting. “Oh gods, Filipe, what will we do?”

“I don’t know, but for now, just run,” he said going this way and that. When they came to a cabin, Filipe pulled her inside. “We’ll be safe in here, Kyra.”

Once inside, Kyra filled her lungs with great gobs of air, their running from the last fifteen minutes finally catching up with her. She was in shape, but this was ridiculous. Filipe pulled her to the bedroom there, pulling her against the wall. Oh Filipe...”What is going on?” One moment we were…well, indisposed—“

“You mean making love?” Even through the turmoil of the events of the last few minutes, he still looked at her lovingly and longingly.

“Yes,” she said blushing slightly for she still wasn’t used to it all. “Making love, and the next, you were yanking me out of bed, demanding that I put my clothes on and run. What is all this? Why are we running?”

“I can’t tell you exactly, but…just trust me. We were in danger…you were in danger.”

“Alright,” she agreed. He pulled her close and she allowed it, resting her head on his massive chest. “How long do you think we will be safe here? How long until they find us?”

“They shouldn’t find us at all, if I masked our scent well enough.”

“You can do that?” she asked, pulling away from him and looking up into his eyes.

“Yes. Magically,” was his simple response.

“I see. Well…” there was much she did not know of her new…fiance. Fiance, the word sounded strange on her tongue.

“I won’t let anything happen to—“

Kyra’s eye’s grew wide as Filipe’s grip relaxed and he slowly began to sink to the ground. “Filipe…? Filipe! Filipe! Answer me!”

Yes as she slowly lowered him to the ground, she looked down and saw what his problem was. He had been shot. Kyra reached out a shaky hand and gently moved aside the cloth that covered the wound. Oh dear gods! No! he was shot through the heart! This couldn’t be happening! Why? Why her?

But even through her despair, she heard a voice of comfort. You can change things. No. I mustn’t. But why? The voice answered her. Because, you know why. She must be going crazy. It was the grief. The grief of losing Filipe when they just found each other. He had just admitted to her that he loved her and asked her to marry him. It had been the happiest day of her life.

Do it.

No, I mustn’t. If I do, I cannot ever do it again.

She sat there, indecision warring in her mind. Kyra!

“Fine.” She took a deep breath and hollered at the top of her lungs. “Rewind…! Re-e-ewi-i-ind! RE-E-EWI-I-IND!”

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The wetness of a tongue licking her face woke Jezebel. A hand came up and wiped the hair from her face. A moan escaped her lips and she struggled to sit up. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was…oh no! She couldn’t remember anything. Not…no, she knew her name, but nothing else. She couldn’t remember where she was, or what she was doing here. She couldn’t remember…her age, her family…did she even have family? She looked down and noticed she was nude. Nude. Did that mean she slept in the nude or…a pair of men’s boxer shorts and jeans clued her in that she was not here alone. Yet, did she love this man? Was he good looking? Was she attractive? Was he young, old, tal, fat, skinny?

As if some deity read her mind, in walked the owner of the pants and boxers. Jezebel’s jaw dropped to the ground. Oh my God! He was gorgeous. He had to be at least…six foot , possibly six foot one or two. Dreamy blue eyes gazed back at her, raking her naked body. Long dark hair that came just past his shoulders, was held back with a pony tail holder.

“Hey babe! Good morning!” and the Greek god look alike came over and planted a big smooch on her lips. His mouth had her reeling! She could taste his mouthwash and his lips were soft and warm. Moisture gathered between her thighs and she knew what that was. His kiss and his body turned her on. Oh dear! She sure hoped they were a couple and he wasn’t someone’s husband or something.

When he released her mouth, she realized that she had dropped the coverlet that she had held up to cover her nakedness. Embarassed, she snatched it up, covering her nakedness. Oh dear!

“What’s up, Jez? What’s with the coy little school girl routine? It isn’t like we haven’t seen each other naked?” he said shaking his head. He walked over to the dresser, pulled out a clean pair of boxers, and sauntered into the bathroom