Thor – 37

Thirty – Seven

Thor is a mighty man and warrior, and yes, I do have crush on him.  He is so beautiful in appearance like the Greek god Zeus; so powerful and mighty, but soft and kind.  He made my heart melt when I saw him.

Thor has long wavy brown hair, a wonderful mane like a proud lion. His body is chisel out of marble and voice is of an angel.  He is the warrior of my heart and soul. I am so in love with him, even though he can be my grandfather’s age.  Yes, I said it, my grand father’s age.

 

Thor is my grandfather’s best friend, but I don’t how they met.  As my mother told me, they met when my grandfather married my grandmother; so that was a long time ago.  I don’t know the details on their meeting, but I’m happy Thor is our family friend.  One day, he will be my husband.

I run upstairs to my room and shut the door.  I have to change for my future husband. He is my special secret in my heart and soul.  Just the thought of him, gives me chills and I want to be like him.

I need him to grab me into his arms, so I can hear his heart beat to the song in my soul.  I need him to kiss me, touch me, hold me and feel my energy enter into his body.  I need him. He is the one for me.  Only me.

I look at myself in the mirror and picture him as the warrior he is. I always wonder if I can have his curse. If I can just drink his blood, I will be whole.

“What are you doing?” Eric asks as he walks through my wall.

I look at him; he knows what I am thinking. He always does.

“Looking pretty,” I say.

“E, he is not the man for you. He’s our grandfather’s age and plus he’s not one of us,” Eric pleads.

I look at my brother with his concern expression on his face, as if I’m thinking about doing something wrong or sinful.  My brother needs to know I do care about someone other then him.  My love for Thor is real and he is the type of man I can marry when I am grown.  I believe he is my soul mate, my lover and my heart.  He brings the light to my dark soul and warmth to my mind. I am deeply in love with him.

“E, he is not for you,” Eric says.

“I don’t care,” I say.

“Do you want to be like our great grandfather?” Eric asks.

I look at him. My skin turns pale as a corpse, my eyes are hollow like death, my nails are long as an eagle and I am on the attack.  My own brother is against me and the one who I love.

What is wrong with me?

“E, he’s not a Normal. What’s your problem? Look at Max and his problems. Do you want to be like him?” Eric asks.

“Thor is not a coach roach. He’s a warrior,” I say in my mono tone voice of a demon.

“He’s a werewolf,” Eric says.

My body is soft again and I look like a Normal.

“So,” I say.

“Us and them can’t mix,” Eric says.

 

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