Subtle Signs

1. The Jinn-3

She couldn’t explain the reason why, but it was like that.

Even if, after all, perhaps she could explain the reason why.

She pushed the heavy wooden door of their place and she entered. It was dark inside, but she turned on a candle near the entrance. You could hear the sounds from there.

Well, you could probably hear the sounds in the whole suburb. The loud and irritating moans of a woman. Almost certainly a p********e, given that Tyr didn’t care about the quality of his dinners.

‘Oh, please, continue…’ the woman moaned, so hard that even the emir in his palace could tell that she was enjoying it.

Eno was overwhelmed by rage.

With candle in hand, she brushed aside the curtains that divided the entrance from the studio and the two bedrooms.

What she stumbled upon was more or less what she imagined (and she imagined it because she had seen this scene quite a few times).

The woman was n***d on the bed. Truthfully it would be more correct to say she was on the edge of the bed, with her legs up in the air and wide open and her feet on Tyr’s shoulders. Tyr was also n***d; he was kneeling at the foot of the bed, with his head between her legs. He was drinking, and that thing that after all he had between his legs was hard and straight. The woman was moaning and groaning without holding back, clutching the bed sheets with her hands.

‘Get out of here,’ Eno said in a low tone.

Tyr lifted his head. His mouth and chin were dirty with blood and that Eno had never seen. The woman kept enjoying the moment.

‘Great actress,’ Eno commented sarcastically.

Tyr bent over her to give her one last lick and then turned back to look at Eno. ‘Don’t talk about things you know nothing about,’ he said, without any particular tone. He stood up and he leant on the woman’s private parts. He took her chin, finding her eyes. ‘Shhh…’ he whispered. She became quiet. ‘Get dressed and leave. You won’t remember me.’

He stood up and while the p********e was collecting her clothes with an engrossed air about her, he went towards the water jug. He washed his face, and then turned to look at Eno again.

He pointed to the bed, from which the other woman had just stood up from. ‘Come on then, if it’s what you want.’

Eno laughed. ‘That’s not what I want, impudent jinn.’

Tyr crossed his arms, his long white hair cascaded onto his white shoulders.

‘No? I can see inside you head, little flower.’

Eno took a step back.

‘Ah. But you are scared. Of course,’ he continued, calmly. He took his djellabah and he wrapped it around his n***d body. ‘Come, let’s go into the studio.’

Barefoot, he led her through the rooms in semi-darkness. Eno followed him with a candle in hand.

He didn’t look angry, but Tyr never looked angry. He hadn’t looked angry that evening when he had killed three robbers who had tried to steal all their belongings. He didn’t look angry the day he had massacred the emir of Córdoba’s men, who had asked a few too many questions.

‘I’m not angry, no,’ he said, sitting atop the pillows on the floor. Eno sat in front of him. ‘I’ve fed many times. And I will continue to do so. I don’t care that you interrupted me. You are the angry one.’

Eno nodded.

‘You are angry because everyone thinks that what I do with these women, I also do with you. No one comes close to you. No one gives you compliments which you crave. Some pity you, but they don’t care about the slave who warms my bed. You are envious of those women, because they feed me. You are jealous of me.’

‘Yes,’ Eno said very simply.

‘You think you know what it is like to be with a man, but you believe that with me it would be different because… because you’ve seen me.’

‘Yes,’ Eno repeated.

‘And it would be different, because I am different. But it could be different with someone else as well. You know. But you are scared. You’ve never let anyone near you, not the other way around. They don’t approach you because it is you who keeps your distance.’

Eno thought about it for a second. ‘Yes,’ she concluded.

‘And you think back to the day I healed you and you think you want to feel that again. It’s been almost three years, Eno.’

She bowed her head a little. ‘I know. But there can never be anyone else.’

‘I know that there can never be anyone else. There doesn’t have to be someone else.’

‘But I don’t have you either,’ she murmured.

‘You’ll have me. I’m waiting.’

Eno blinked. ‘What are you waiting for?’

‘That you aren’t so young anymore.’

She laughed bitterly. ‘I’m not young anymore. How old do you want me to be?’

Tyr stroked her cheek, in one of his rare affectionate moments. ‘Years? No, I am more than two thousand years old, little Eno. For me you are all young. At one point I consider you adults. I consider you adults when you are able to decide alone. Some are never able to.’

‘I’m able to decide for myself,’ she said, frowning.

‘Very well. Then you can have me when you decide that you want to have me, no?’

Eno hesitated. She thought it would be him to take her, not vice versa.

‘But I have already taken you. I picked you up off the side of the road. I healed you. I fed you and dressed you. I took you with me. I taught you. I can’t go any further without becoming another al-Badr Shan.’

In hearing that name Eno jerked back. She hadn’t spoken his name. She didn’t even know that Tyr knew him.

‘Of course I know him. I know everything. I saw it in your mind. I saw it in your body. You have some scars on your back.’

Eno bowed her head, uneasily. So he knew everything about her, every little detail…

‘You’re right, I’m scared,’ she whispered. ‘Can I have some of your blood again?’ She couldn’t have anything else of his.

Tyr stroked her cheek again. ‘If I give you my blood, you’ll want the rest of me too. You’ll want to be deflowered for a second time, the real time, and you won’t forgive me.’

‘You can stop yourself,’ she objected.

‘I can stop myself,’ he confirmed. ‘And then you will hate me.’

Eno nodded again, while a blinding light invaded her mind.

‘Yes, I’ll hate you,’ she said.

She pushed him back into the pillows. He let her do it, given that Eno knew very well how adamant he could be, if he decided to be. He fell onto his back and she lay on top of him.

‘Give me your blood,’ she ordered.

Tyr gave her a long glance. A sad glance, it seemed. ‘Even this is a decision,’ he admitted.

He opened his mouth a little and uncovered his fangs. He bit his finger delicately, and then brought it to her mouth. Eno licked every drop.

‘More,’ she whispered, while the tingling sensation began to invade her like a slow wave.

Tyr bit again, and again she licked it all away.

Heat. Heat in every part of her body. Eno felt her n****e become hard and sensitive, her back arched, her private parts opened. ‘More,’ she whispered near his ear.

Again, Tyr let her drink.

The pleasure grew and it was beginning to border on the painful. Eno felt her bodily fluids begin to drip down her thighs, while her hips were thrusting and her breathing was quickening. She felt Tyr’s body under hers.

She felt his shaft, erect, pressing against her thigh.

She rubbed herself against him, moaning under her breath.

‘More,’ she said.

Tyr bit for a fourth time. Eno licked his fingers much more than necessary, savouring them, sucking them.

The pleasure filled her completely, igniting her. She rubbed her tummy against his erection, moaning.

‘Fill me,’ she whispered.

Tyr stroked her hair. ‘No, little Eno. You want to be alone. You want to hate me and abandon me.’

Eno placed her hand between his thighs. Then she moved the djellabah to one side to feel his skin. She stroked his p***s, smooth and hard.

‘I want you,’ she mumbled.

‘No, it’s not true,’ he said calmly.

‘Give me more blood.’

Tyr bit himself and put his fingers near her mouth. Eno sucked hard, grinding her teeth. She moved on top of him, shaken by the pleasure. She rubbed herself, feeling his body against hers. She wrapped her legs around his hips and she pressed her s****l organs against his.

The pleasure crossed her like a shiver, making her emit an unrecognisable sound. She wrapped her hand around his shoulder, reaching the c****x.

‘Oh, Tyr,’ she whispered near his ear.

‘Little Eno,’ he smiled. A sad and distant smile.

She slid by his side. So he hadn’t taken her, just as he had said. He had let her contort herself on top of him. Without biting her. Without penetrating her.

‘Yes. I wonder what you taste like,’ he thought.

‘You’ll never know,’ she said, with a certain air of resentment. She moved away from him.

Tyr shrugged as is to say he didn’t care.

‘Goodbye, Eno. You told me so.’

He stood up, fixed his djellabah around his slim and white body.

‘What did I tell you?’ she shouted while he walked away.

Tyr turned a little and looked at her from his shoulder.

‘You preferred death rather than me.’