Dream's Seller - Part III

One step at a time, jumping higher and higher, the little girl, with golden strings of hair, follows her destiny's path, singing:
'Butterfly, piece of my dreams. Am I human? Am I a butterfly? Am I both? at the same time. Golden butterfly. Myth of legends... Will you show me the way?'
Her peer, the chrysalis, flies away, showing the lead. The rays of light reflecting the various silver tones of the chrysalis' wings show her the 'Earth's creeper'. She stands still, observing its behaviour.
It's a guy in his early thirties, wearing jeans and an unbuttoned shirt, that partly shows some of his chest hair and leather cord with a hanging-shaped shark tooth. It's a blue-eyed fella with black curly fluffy hair playing a tradicional C-30 guitar.
A little five year-old girl gives him a few coins for the marvellous songs he played and sang simultaneously.
When he picks up his hat from the ground, the sweet girl puts the coins inside it, giggling at his charming smile.
Definitely enchanting, but is he my other half? the blonde girl thought.
The nice girl is pulled by her mom's hand, and the hypnotic spell between her and him breaks.
Time to step in! the blonde girl decides.
The charming pal returns to his spot under the magnolia tree, where the leaves keep falling, spreading tons of pollen through the air. He started to play 'Caravan' of Passenger and began to sing alongside his guitar chords.
"Ohai young mate, what brings you here on such a lovely evening?" he greets the blond haired girl, speeding up and down the rhythm to emphasize his words.
"Caravan of Passenger" Molly replies.
"Spot on, deary!" he replies and begins to play another song.
After a couple of chords, Molly answers again "'Sleepy little town', from The White Buffalo."
"Indeed! You know? You remind me of someone..." he leaves the thought unsaid to increase the tension between them as he starts up another tune.
"Oh yah?" Molly hums indifferently, "American Pie", it's performed by Don McLean.
"Right again."
He pushes the guitar to his back and kneels in front of Molly, with their gazes at the same height.
"This is my fiancée." he says, revealing a picture and holding it up like a card.
Molly never leaves his gaze and questions him "Do I look like her?"
He puts a hand on Molly's heart "Your essence is like her."
Molly's eye pupils dilates, and seconds later she lays her left hand on his, pinching it immediately.
He folds both hands, complaining.
"Don't touch me..." Molly whispers with a serious look in her eyes, almost predatory.
Ignoring the supposed threat, he grabs her small hand and pulls her towards his bike.
"Judging by the pendant that you have on your neck, I bet there's a picture of your father inside." he begins to say, setting the bike for a ride "And for a girl like you to be outside here, without any adult, it's because you either ran away or you went out to clear up your head." he now looks straight at her, "I'm willing to learn more about you, if that's the case." he says as he puts the bike into motion.
During the ride, neither of them spoke. Molly merely sustain her weight against his chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeats. Albert only focused on the road, the night becoming darker and darker as a storm prepared to strike.
"Turn right, and that house over there, it's mine." The girl told him.
Albert nods.
Molly jumps off the bike and waves good-bye, "Thank you for the ride, Albert." she smiles sweetly at him.
His face shifts from daring and amused, to scandal and fear (that, gives place to courage). At the sound of a thunderclap Albert jumps off the bike and puts himself between Molly and the hooded stranger, while shouting "He's armed!"
... a trigger is pulled, an agonizing scream is released and a crying prayer is hummed towards the sky.

*

Under the magnolia tree, there is a grave covered with orchid petals. Inscribed on the stone are the words "Beloved lover and dad, you'll always be in our hearts."
Molly kneels in front of her saviour's grave and whispers a haiku about the other life.
"My Earth's creeper, dad, my Guardian!" Molly prays and leaves her pendent on the grave.
A massive sphere enfolds Molly and a wild winds start blowing, washing away the slight layer of pollen on top of the grave, opening the golden heart-shaped pendent that lay upon the stone.
Inside it, there's a picture of Albert!... Her Earth's creeper, the reason why fallen angels want to redeem themselves.
But Molly had already fallen...
Heaven wouldn't take her back. Nevertheless she is redeemed now.
She wasn't born to live among humans, due to that fact , after the massive sphere had already sucked all of her being, she fades to grey, leaving behind a demon's legacy, destabilizing the whole balance of this fragile world.
In her place, right next to Albert's decomposing body buried underground, there is Jo's dream catcher, the source of Power.