What would Love smell like?

It is the smell that hits you first. It penetrates the air, making it thicker and fuller. The fragrance is sweet, as though blood has been drawn. But this rich smell isn’t blood, it is sweat. The odor of Human sweat when it is dripping in fear. Our scent is our calling to all other animals. Right now, I am the Lion and although I do not eat my victims; they satisfy my appetite. My dinner this evening exhaust himself with pleas of a different fate. I make no mistake in thinking I am God. However I am aware, believer or not; I am one of His messengers. So my fate is as set as this Gentleman.

On occasion I play the game of Cat and Mouse but this can’t be the case tonight. I must move with precise celerity. Our fates are sealed as I silence his cries. Once fed, I glide out the main door with the presence of a Phantom, more felt than seen. More sensed than heard. Like a ghost I travel through the busy streets, alive yet so dead I go undetected.

It is not my usual manner to rush. Nor my usual manner to combine work and non- work in the same evening. But again fate takes the lead as my current situation plays out.

The change occurred when my new neighbor interrupted my reading hour to introduce herself. Not often I am taken by surprise; However Delilah Wilson did just that. I face her in amazement. What does this young lady want? Why is she telling me so much of her information? Does she believe I care? Her big blue eyes look deep into mine and reveal how a new job at the local radio station brings her to the area.

Upon closing the door to her, I continue my book on Operation Danube. It is not long before I become frustrated at my neighbours behavior. Her alien behavior. Is Delilah known for being so open? My annoyance was her ability to trust. I decide an early night is suitable and proceed to bed. Delilah Wilson comes with me and awakes with me the following morning. In her disturbance, she requested I let her know my favourite song so she may play it on the radio for me. What was my favourite song? Before now it never entered my mind. Throughout the day, this question takes occupation in my head.

I knock at her apartment door which sits directly across from mine and inform her that I have made my decision. She looks at me as I did her the past evening; Delilah is in shock to see me. She begins to laugh when I tell her that the Musical work by Thomas of Celano “Dies Irae: A Melody of Doom” is what I wish to be played over the radio. Apparently this was the exact song she herself would have chosen for me. Does she perceive to know me so well already? Out of politeness I accept her offer of a hot drink and take a seat in her living space. Delilah’s home reminds me being under water. A sense of tranquil with the experience of drowning.

As the weeks pass, Delilah and I play a game of Cat and Mouse. She asks me questions and I produce an answer the following evening in her apartment. We always drink fresh mint tea and over time I began to accept her offer of one brown sugar cube to go in it.

The particular question which lead to my circumstance was, May I accompany her to a tap dance rehearsal Thursday evening? I did not wish to do this. However, I had feelings of not wanting to say no. So I said yes. I am no good at doing things that I do not want; to refuse her would be impossible. Another dilemma appeared, the same Thursday a contract involving my work had been agreed. My contracts reflect my reputation, for this I do not re-arrange jobs. My Fate was set. I would complete both tasks in the same evening.

Upon completing my first task, I return home to clean up and then move swiftly to meet Delilah at the Miles Theatre. As I enter the dance hall I sense my invisibility veil lift as the eyes of the room notice me. I don’t enjoy it. Her smile is unmissable and brings joy. I walk towards it. Delilah greets me as she always does and informs me the class will begin shortly. After a few moments she asks if I am scared? As I question why she asks, Delilah smiles and moves in close to me. She whispers that she can smell the fragrance of my sweet scent.