"Endya" - Andreas's Diary

"Endya"

Chapter II : Andreas’s Diary...

She was that kind of being you cannot tell whether they are human or not. Perhaps angelic, rather demoniac. She had dark hair with light in it. Her skin was the colour of mother-of-pearl and her lips were bloodless. She looked like those antic statues at the entrance of temples. Her demeanour was that of a tiger, there was something feline about it. Strange. I was fascinated by each of her gestures. I could have watched her move for hours.

However, there was something unusual about her eyes. They were black, totally black. Their blackness seemed to veil a dark secret. It seems some flames were dancing on them. Endlessly. They expressed things you cannot tell with simple words. It seems her eyes had seen things they should not have. It seems they were far from reality, far from humanity. Other spaces. It seems they had reached a concept, they had seized it, impossible though it may seem. I could guess the soul behind these eyes. There was a kind of superiority in them. Close to the Divine.

It was a cold night. I had followed her until Eden Street. It was a small dark street. Skinny rats were running on the dusty pavement. She was magnificent under the light of the moon. She was wearing a black dress and part of it was made of embroidered veil. I could guess her breast under the veil. She was absolutely gorgeous. And threatening. She walked silently. There was no hesitation in her movements. I could not detach my eyes from her. Suddenly, she stopped and turned back. Had she felt my presence ? She studied quietly the area. I stopped breathing. Then, she stepped back and said in an icy voice :

“Predators without discretion become preys.”

I was petrified. I could not move. She quickly discovered I was hiding under a porch. She came close to me and her black eyes scrutinized me. It was like being scanned. She entered my soul.

“No name ?”, she asked in an arrogant way.
“Andreas.”, I whispered.

She said nothing during what seemed an eternity to me. About thirty seconds. I was paralysed, in a kind of trance-like state, without knowing why. Then, she broke silence :

“I am sure you have been taught this place is no Garden of Eden.”
She smiled cruelly and added : “I know it is not the first time you observe me. Many nights have passed and you still follow me like a dog would follow his master. It becomes pathetic. Why are you following me ?”
“I… I don’t know… I… I… just…”
“Why are you following me ?” she said again icily, her eyes lit with a strange fire.

No words came through the threshold of my lips. My eyes were devouring her image. Her perfection made me shiver. She noticed it :

“Cold ? Or fear, I presume…”

I stood silent. She added :

“Men are not supposed to be afraid of women. It is your society code. You should know that.”

“I am not afraid.”

“Male pride.”

Her words were like blades caressing the skin. They were cold. They were painful. While she was speaking, she walked around me as if following an invisible circle. I felt ill at ease. She clearly enjoyed the situation and made it last.

“If I were you, I would go away… It is not a place for the perfect gentleman you seem to be.”

She turned her heels and started walking in the opposite direction.

“May I know your name ?” The words had escaped from my mouth.

She stopped and turned her head. She seemed surprised and she smiled strangely.

“Endya.”, she whispered.

And she went away serenely, without looking over her shoulder. From that moment, I knew I would never forget her name, I knew it would be branded in my memory forever.


M.