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Post by Milk on Jun 26, 2009 13:25:01 GMT -5
Corinne glanced at him then back to the moon. "I like looking at it...My brother's a werewolf. He's probably out somewhere tonight. My biological dad must have been a were too...He's probably out somewhere too..." she murmured. "What are you? I'm a plain jane human, in case you were wondering..." she said.
Alexis glanced at the door, frowning. She walked over to her side table and slid a hand gun into her pants, then went to answer the door after peering through the apartment's peephole. She opened up. "What do you want?" she asked quickly, not liking that this guy must have followed her or found out where she lived. Her face was cold and disapproving. Confusion flickered over her face for a brief second before it settled into its hardened mask again. Trent was familiar to her, but she couldn't place him.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 26, 2009 13:46:13 GMT -5
"Ahh.." he said, glad he hadn't needed to ask her. "I am of elven and human descent." he said, his jaw only slightly tensing as he spoke. He knew his origings meant nothing to her, but in the world he'd grown up in, that was all that mattered. "So how old are you?" he asked, thinking she had to be 19 or 20.
Trent swallowed, taking in the sight of her before responding. She had grown even moe beatutiful over the years then he remembered her to be, though he imagined she would look totally different with a smile on her face instead of the hardened mask she gazed at him through. "You don't remember me?" he asked, dissapointment shhinning through his voice. "I remember you...Ally." He wished he'd been able to forget her all these years, but he hadn't- ever. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a picture of her that she'd given him from when she was about 10. They'd exchanged pictures when he found out she was leaving, so that they'd each always carry a part of the other one with them. It was crumbled and torn around the edges, as if he'd pulled it out alot just to look at it. He held it up, watching her face intently to gauge her reaction.
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Post by Milk on Jun 26, 2009 14:01:25 GMT -5
"Wow," she said, surprised. "My teacher's an elf- maybe you've heard of him? Mr. Quinn Terring?" Corinne stopped as he asked her age. "I'm twenty. How old are you?" she asked, smiling that he was part elf. That was just amazing in her eyes- she loved almost all things supernatural though.
Alexis stared at the picture, her face unreadable. He'd called her Ally. No one called her that...She touched the picture and held it gently, her mind racing as recognition filled her features, along with sorrow. "Trent?" she croaked out, looking up at him. "Trent? It's...You're Trent?" She reached up to touch his face, shocked and joyous and depressed all at once. Finally though, she smiled. "You've gotten so tall..." She pulled back to let him inside her apartment. "I'm afraid I don't have your picture any more..." She whispered sadly. The men her father had sold her too had burned her clothes and anything that she had on her- which included her wallet filled with 300 dollars, and her picture of the gangly boy she'd fallen in love with, but didn't tell anyone about. She was crying with joy and sadness as memories filled her head.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 26, 2009 14:19:44 GMT -5
"Older than you.." Aaroe said, letting out a slight laugh as he imagined what her reaction might be if he told her his true age. "You have a teacher? Are you going to college?" he asked, confused. He knew by twenty she was out of high school, but he was confused as to how a human had managed to snag an elf as a teacher.
Reading the recognition on her face, Trent let out a sigh of relief. When he looked up and saw her smile, it took his breath away. It was as if, for a split second, they were kids again, and she hadn't had all her innocence robbed of her....it was as if she were that same girl. Stepping inside the house he drew her towards him, gathering her in his arms in an embrace and whispering to her the same soothing words he had so many years ago to console her when her father had abused her. It felt nice, her in his arms again. She felt just the same in his arms, although they'd both grown- she fit perfectly, just as she always had. He was glad for that, glad for the fact that despite the hard mask she wore, she was still the same person deep down inside, even if she didn't realize it.
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Post by Milk on Jun 26, 2009 15:38:35 GMT -5
"I'm in school to become a quester- the librarians of the underworld..." She flushed. "Quinn is supposed to be one of the oldest teachers...I'm very lucky to have merited admittance to his class." Corinne grinned. "What do you do for a living, Aaroe?" she asked. Quinn, her teacher, also happened to be on of the royal's advisors and the head librarian of the elf kingdom. He only taught very few humans. Corinne was very lucky.
Alexis hugged him back, her arms hardly fitting all the way around him. She smiled more and nuzzled his head against his chest, which was where it fell since he was so tall now. "You're so big now too!" Geeze, he was so huge now, and handsome...Even more handsome than she remembered. "I've missed you so much," she whimpered and moved from his embrace, wiping her eyes. "Um...I can't make coffee, but would you like a cold pre-made beverage? We have Coronas..." She smiled at him and inwardly wished she wasn't in her nearly see-through camisole. "Or some uh...I guess whatever..." She flushed and also wished she could cook, and clean, and be a housewife or something. "I could call someone..." She wanted him to stay, and she knew offering food usually meant that they were supposed to stay for awhile. "Was that you at the party?"
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 26, 2009 17:32:31 GMT -5
"Ahh..." he said, laughing nervously. Occupation was not a good topic for him- definately not a good topic. "Its a little complicated." he said, knowing that this was probably the only truth about his occupationt that he could reveal to her. "I preform a service to the underworld as you do." he said, shrugging it off as if it wasn't a big deal. "Nothing much, just your average 8 to 5 job." He bit down on his lower lip, wishing he didn't have to lie to her like this. He knew that a relationship that was based on lies, especially at the start, was doomed to fail. "What are your hobbies?" he asked, wanting to change the subject.
"Yeah, sorry for the gawking." he said, flushing slightly. "When you first left, I saw you everywhere- in the streets, at the grocery store, in my dreams. Eventually, as I got older, I saw you less and less. On occassion, though, I would still think I saw you, and it would always turn out to be some other girl......selective thinking, I gues.." he paused for a second, as if in thought, before continuing. "Tonight, when I first saw you at the party, I thought I was just imagining you were there again. Thats why I was acting so odd." he explained, remorseful for his behavior. Remembering she had asked him a question about something to drink, he tried not to stare at her as he refocuse his thoughts. "Water's fine. Don't worry about calling anybody or anything. If its okay, we could just sit here and talk." he said hopefully. "Or, if you don't want to talk, we could just sit here." he offered, wanting nothing more than to be in her presence, even if it was in silence.
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Post by Milk on Jun 26, 2009 17:52:12 GMT -5
Corinne blinked at his answer. "OKay," she said with a shrug, wondering how complicated his job could possibly be. Hers was fairly complex since it was often one that was involved in many important historical- underground historical- events. "I read a lot, study...Household stuff...I don't really have many hobbies," she answered. "And yours?"
Alexis gaped at him with a soft expression. She looked at her feet, cheeks pink. "I...dreamed of you too...Very often," she said. She was unconscious often in her time in Hell. "Water, okay, I'll be right back with that...Please, make yourself at home," she said and disappeared into the kitchen and got him a water bottle and a glass filled with ice- if he wanted it. She had gotten herself a soda. She took a seat on the couch and turned the television off.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 26, 2009 18:01:15 GMT -5
"Pretty much the same as yours.." he said, shrugging. He hated that he had to be so secretive with her- that he couldn't tell her the truth. But if she knew about him, she definately wouldn't be standing beside him by her own free will. *Yes, of course, because if she knew, she would do what any sane person would and run. * the same familiar voice that he had grown to both fear and welcome said in his mind. *I wonder what her blood tastes like, or what she sounds like when she screams. I bet we could find out, if we jus-* AAroe cut the voice in his head off with his own, knowing he had waited to long again. "It's getting late, why don't I walk you to your car."
His face flushed red as she confessed that she had dreamt of him too. It wasn't that he was embarrassed that they had dreamt of eachother, it was just that he was almost positive that her dreams of him were nothing like the ones he had where the two of them were kissing and doing...well, things she probably didn't picture them doing. "So, where have you been all this time?" he asked, his eyes never leaving hers. "I tried to look for you, but it always turned up as a dead end. " he said, his expressions turning sober.
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Post by Milk on Jun 26, 2009 18:16:25 GMT -5
Corinne nodded. "Um, that'd be nice, thank you...do you need a ride home or anything?" she asked, unsure if he drove or if he got a ride to the party, or if he walked. Maybe he teleported or something. She smiled at him, memorizing the texture of his hand while she could. The evening had been very nice.
Alexis looked away from him. It was dead quiet for a few moments until she opened up her soda and started. "That day we...exchanged pictures? I thought when my dad said 'leaving' it meant 'moving.'" She paused. "He...He wasn't my biological father...and when he found that out...he...." Her hair moved to hide her face- something he should remember. She would do that often when she was upset or ashamed. She whispered the rest, "He raped me and sold me to some men who trafficed me to creatures condemned to death...as a last fuck...or beating...or drink..." She swallowed and stayed still. "When I was fifteen, some...some better people of the same job as these men arrested and executed most of them. All...of us there were sent across the countries to receive help...I bounced around therapists for awhile...ended up killing my last one, and got a job as an assassin shortly afterwards. I've been here ever since." Tears were trailing down her face. "What have you been up to?" she asked, wiping her eyes and taking a big swig of her Coke.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 26, 2009 18:41:50 GMT -5
*Only if we get to go back to your place* the voice in his head snickered, its desire for her bleeding onto his own emotinos. He hated the voice in his head- hated the way it always controled a part of him- and how it sometimes took over him completely if he didn't take care of it. "No, I have my own car. Do you think I could have your number before I go though." he asked, wishing he had time to voice it more eloquently but wanting to seperate himself from her before he pulled a jack-the-ripper on the poor girl.
Trents breath caught in his throat as his chest burned like he'd been injected with Cobra venom. Gently lifting his hand up to her face, he softly whiped the cheeks from her face, cradling her face in his hands. "Christ, Ally..." he said, his voice soft and hoarse with the pain he felt for her. He hadn't been able to save her- hadn't been able to protect her. She'd had her innocence robbed from her, left with nothing, and it was his fault. Pulling her into him, he held her in an embrace again. He knew words couldn't fix the hurt or ease the pain she felt- just as it hadn't been able to after all the beatings from her father. All he could do was hold her, hold her until the pain went away. He wouldn't cheapen her pain by assuming it could be eased by words or soothing noises- he could see in her eyes that it ran so much deeper than that. He held her in his arms until she stopped crying, and even longer because he wanted her in his arms- he wanted her there, where he could protect her from everything that had hurt her, protect her from the evils of the world.
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Post by Milk on Jun 26, 2009 18:54:22 GMT -5
"Sure," she answered. "It's 613-4459." Corinne thought for a moment. "do you need the area code?" She wasn't sure if he'd need it or not. It depended on where he lived in the city. "When...When should I expect a call from you?" she asked, smiling timidly.
She cried for a long time, and that was it. She didn't really make noises, but she shook a lot. Finally, after she couldn't cry no more, she just felt numb. She had always hated that part, but she hated her breakdowns even worse- her fits of rage and violence. "I missed you," she whimpered again. She shook slightly, then mumbled, "When I was alseep or unconscious, I saw you almost every time..." She chuckled suddenly. "You always had wings- sometimes angel wings, sometimes dragon ones...." SHe chuckled again. "And you'd say things that didn't make sense either- things you'd said to me when we were little." She pulled away from him, wiping her eyes and sniffling. Her cheeks were flushed. It had been over a decade since they'd embraced, and she'd cried, and he'd protected her. "What...What have you been up to, Trent?" she asked, sipping her drink while trying to bury the upsetting emotions. "Please tell me your life has been much more pleasant." She half-smiled at him.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 26, 2009 19:58:19 GMT -5
He laughed, not expecting her to ask a question like that. "Is it okay if I call you tomorrow?" he asked, smiling gently. "And don't worry about the area code thing, I live pretty close, only a few blocks down." He could feel himself loosing control, feel it taking over. "Look, I've got to go, but let me walk you to your car." he said, shifting from foot to foot anxiously. He couldn't bear leaving her here to walk back to the car in the dark alone, but he knew he could be more dangerous than anything that might be lurking in the shadows of the dark.
He couldn't bear to smile or even feel anything but pain and remorse after hearing what all she had been through. All he could picture was the little girl he'd known 15 years ago being forced to pull the trigger on innocents and watched them die...an assassin.... how had it come to this. Her life had been filled with rape and pain. He hadn't lived a pleasant life either, and he was glad for it- it wouldn't have felt right if he'd gone on to lead a happy life while she'd been forced to suffer through more than a decade of hell. "I promise you.." he said, his tone completely serious as he held her gaze, "as long as i breath, I will never let any harm come to you." he vowed. Pulling up the sleeve of his shirt, he gave her a closer look of the tatto on his lower right forearm. "It's your name, in latin." he explained. "I had it tattoed on my arm so I'd never forget you." he explained, his eyes filled with the sorrow of all the years he'd wondered if she had been dead and had only been able to pray that she had fallen into the hands of some good foster parents. Some fuckin' god- he'd done exactly the opposite. He'd never been a strong believer in the man upstairs after he witnessed the hell Alexis's parents had put her through. "I'm never going to let them take you away from me again, Ally. Your safe now. Everything's okay now." he said, more of a promise to her than anything else.
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Post by Milk on Jun 26, 2009 20:05:55 GMT -5
Corinne nodded and smiled. "Thank you," she said and started to lead the way back to Alexis's car. Thank god she'd left it with her, because she would hate to hail a cab at this hour. Cabs were expensive, and after today's grocery store incident, she couldn't afford too many emergency cab rides.
Alexis stared at him, shocked again. She looked at the tattoo and her hand came up, tracing the contours of his arm and his muscles, then finally the shapes of the letters. "They can't take me away..." She looked down, shame crossing her features. He was the only one she could ever feel shameful around- the only one who made her feel bad for feeling bit of her sanity returning with each life she took. "Dad killed mom shortly after I was out of the picture, and I killed dad..." She licked her lips and kept her eyes averted, cheeks hot. "You...You don't hate me, do you?" she asked, looking up at him. "For...what I've become, you don't...hate me, do you?"
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 26, 2009 20:21:27 GMT -5
Aaroe was silent as he escorted her to the car, making sure she was safely inside with the doors locked before heading back to his own car. Once he was inside the car, he was so shaky he could barely hold the needle to his skin as he injected himself with heroine. Once the drugs were inside of him, he let out a sigh of releif, his body instantly relaxing. It had been a fight the whole night just to stop it from getting violent, especially around Corinne.
Trent recoiled as if he been physically punched in the face. His eyes bore more pain than anything else as he slowly said, "Ally, how could you...how could you even think that." Gently sliding his hand under her chin, he tilted her face upward so that her eyes met his. "I could never hate you. You've been the only reason I've kept on living for....the hope that you'd still be alive...that one day I'd find you again." he said, voice low. "You think your so different from the girl you used to be so many years ago?" he asked, a small smile creeping across his lips. "I still see that girl inside of you, Ally- maybe not in your face, or your body, but in your eyes. You could never do anything to make me hate you." he said, honest to god.
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Post by Milk on Jun 26, 2009 20:34:31 GMT -5
Corinne drove home quietly. It only took a few minutes. She parked the car in the lot and started for the stairs- she seldom took the elevator. No one else was in the lot with the rest of the cars, and the security officer was fast asleep. She yawned and in that split second some men took their chance and were quick to knock her out using a chemical that makes you sleepy if inhaled- that whole tissue maneuver. Her body was stashed in the trunk of a car, and the men made a very casual looking escape, both talking about the graveyard shift and even chatting it up with the security guard after waking him. The two human traffickers lived in the same complex and watched for beautiful women who dropped their guard. Then they left to go to the warehouse where their items were stored until sale.
Alexis felt relief at that. She didn't want to explain why she'd thought that- her reasoning coming from the time she'd spent being a forced-whore and her unstable tendencies afterward. She hugged him again, letting out a sigh of relief, then pure joy and nuzzled him. She pulled away after a moment. "You haven't told me what you've been up too since...that time," she said, looking at him curiously.
Harley sat up in her room, suddenly panicked. The three ghosts, one floating and two smaller ones pacing, met her gaze. The smallest ghost- one of a rabbit- met her eyes. SHe looked around the room and slowly stood. She'd had a vibe, that something bad had just happened. She pressed her ear to the door and listened to Alexis, the woman who had sparred her an extended life of misery, and the big man speak. There was one man yelling violently, and he'd woken her- that man was the ghost of Alexis's father. It was a malevolent ghost, and she hadn't learned how to send these things to the other side. The biggest ghost- her teacher, who was a floating fluff with a frightening mask- floated beside her and whispered things in a language that would make a normal human go insane. She exhaled and turned on her mini-radio by the bed, and then went back to sleep.
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