Danse Macabre

Epilogue

            Dr. Marla Young was a tall, slender, brown skinned woman with an amazing smile. But she had a way of watching me when my eyes danced around her office that made me feel uncomfortable. I had been to see her a handful of times since Aleksi and I split up, and every time she advised that I should ask him to sit in on a session, because she thought some of my issues needed to be addressed with him. I acquiesced because that is what I do, and so there we were, the three of us sitting in her shade darkened office shifting uncomfortably while I watched the snow fall through the small slit still visible between the heavy curtain and the wall.

    “Aleksi, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’d ask you here at all,” she started as she flashed him a charming smile and I was left blissfully alone.

    “No, I know why I’m here. You think that Autumn needs me because I’m her Master still. In spite of what she may have lead you to believe I have not cut her out of my life entirely. She is still coming to visit me when our touring begins. I even want her there as moral support when I deal with my own…issues in February,” Aleksi exposited as he tried his hardest to keep his gaze on anything but me.

    “I can feel the bond between you two, and its very strong. Usually the bonds aren’t this strong until the third or fourth mark. Has Autumn told you about her strongest premonition?”

    “No, we don’t talk about what she sees. Our relationship is strictly tied to her duty to me as a servant, she feeds me at functions and relays my messages. I’ve actually started seeing someone else already.”

     “Autumn, tell him.”

     “Ar-are you sure? I…I don’t…don’t think anything can be gained b-b-by… by telling him,” my voice stayed small and I didn’t turn my full attention to them as I spoke. I knew about Aleksi’s new girlfriend, he was fast to put someone on his arm after we broke up. Colette wasn’t pleased about it, she had let me know on several occasions that he and I were meant to be together.

     “Tell me,” he clipped out to me, my head whipped around to stare at him.

     “I keep seeing you, C-C-Colette and Elizabeta standing by my fresh grave while a four year old b-boy… with your eyes and hair… and m-my lips, plays on top of th-the barely grass covered mound.” I smoothed my skirt and crossed my legs before turning my gaze back to the window. “It w-was one of the first p-premonitions I saw, and I’ve seen it a-about once a week to once a m-month since.” I could feel him shifting beside me, since being separated for almost weeks at a time I found myself hyper aware of him, almost like I was before when the mark was fresh.

     “Autumn finally understands that the shooting wasn’t her fault, and that her visions can’t always be stopped. I believe you need to accept that as well, the universe wills what it wills, Aleksi. Abstaining from her will only weaken both of you in the end. I’m not saying you have to be a couple again, I’m saying you need to be a part of her life, try to be a friend if nothing else.”

     “I’ll take it under advisement,” he growled out. I could actually feel his annoyance. “Have you started on her telekinesis yet?” What?

 

Author's note: Thank you to everyone whose read Danse Macabre! And an extra special thank you to everyone whose reviewed. On the forum here there is a thread if you want to share your grief/rage/joy/apathy over the story's end. However, Autumn's story isn't completely over, look for chapter one of part two either next week or the week after! Also if you have title ideas for part 2 I'd love to hear them :)