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Post by Vespyr on Aug 29, 2009 14:06:45 GMT -8
Vespyr jumped at the sound of the male's voice, and whirled to catch his eye with a slightly angered look in hers. The violet orbs glistened with heated inner turmoil and frustration as they locked with his, her shoulders becoming tense.
"What? You have a problem?"
The femme's teeth were gritted and she looked down at her hands nervously, unable to maintain his gaze... it intimidated her in a way, making her feel trapped like a caged animal. An awkward silence penetrated the air as she searched desperately for something to say, some way to explain what she was feeling. Which was hard to do, since Vespyr herself didn't even know what she was feeling. Rage built up inside her with every moment that she did not speak, and it didn't help that the male was so nonchaleant, offering no console to her troubles. It hit her at once, that this had been just another trick, just another instance where she was the naive little girl and fell for the man's trap... She had believed his words, drawn in by the allure of the mysterious mask he wore, the way his voice seemed to draw out the truth from her like a sponge.
"I don't even know your name.." she said through clenched teeth, still fidgeting her hands nervously, trying to appear like she was just fine. Something told her that her disguise of casual acceptance would fail as she felt his stare boring into still. But still, she proudly remained quiet while the inside of her felt like crying like an angry little child.
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Post by Scene on Aug 29, 2009 14:22:56 GMT -8
Scenes eybrows lifted a little as he stared at her. She was....nervous? This was a strange revelation for him- he hadn't seen how a girl acted after sex, but this apparently was it. Nervous, awkward, scared. He continued to watch as her breathing quickened slightly, almost like she meant to slap him. He honestly didn't care- physical pain to him was like a drug, worse than heroine, like the meth of the his world. If she hit him, he would only laugh and ask for more. However, hitting him was apparently not on her agenda. She seemed frustrated at herself, almost like she hated and reviled in what she did. He wasn't the same- he loved every minute of it. Of course, part of her inner assumtion was right- he had no seeded feelings of longing for her. He loved her body and thought her mind was something totally fucked up that he could learn to enjoy.
She spoke, finally, her voice the strangled cry of someone reaching out to the heart in him.
Unfortunately, he had no heart.
"Stop being a child."
Then again, he was not without compassion.
"What happened between us happened. I enjoyed it, and so did you. If your regreting the act because you don't know my name, or because you feel somehow dirty-" He stopped, midsentence. What was this strange...tingle?
"-Then dont. I..." He tilted his head, trying to find a word that in his life he only used once, maybe twice. "..Like you? Yes, thats the word. I find you interesting, a true rose among the weeds." He didn't divert his gaze- he was not ashamed of this. He wasn't confessing base, human feelings for her, merely stating in obvious words why he acted the way he did, and took care of her.
"My name is-" Did he seriously almost give her his real name? "-Scene. Any other questions and concerns you need to complain about?" He moved out the door, walking slowly so she could get the hint to follow. He wasn't trying to be an asshole- but how he spoke was how he spoke. She was frightened at her situation. Fine, then she should admit that instead of wallowing in doubt and caging herself inside. He smirked. Let see how she responds to that.
"You know, you seem like a very withdrawn individual. However, around me, if you want any answers or serious responses, stop acting like at any moment im going to beat you, or like im going to suddenly rape you." He went into the kitchen, his plate of food- from last night- suddenly steaming as though it heated from nowhere. "And say whats on your mind- don't place a cage around your expressions and inner feelings out of fear. Fear only makes you weaker."
He set the place down, then held up a peice of meat.
"Sausage?"
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 29, 2009 15:13:36 GMT -8
Vespyr bit back a retort at the male when he began to speak again, following him out the door a few moments later to find him offering the meat... It was just too much for her, and she was reminded again of last night, wondering if this was some sick joke he was playing on her.
"Dirty? No, I don't feel dirty. You know how I feel? Honestly?" she said, her voice tight with a mixture of pain and anger, trying to swallow the obvious lump in her throat and maintin her remaining composure. Her eyes, now filled with pain, looked to him desperately, like the victim of a car accident waiting to be rescued; they glistened with a new wetness now, one that had not been there in a long time... years...
"I'm scared. I have these feelings... I don't know how to explain... but I've never felt this way before. I'm afraid of meself-- I wake to find you on the floor looking like death, and you tell me you've freed something inside of me? Hell, how is that supposed to make me feel?" her voice had begun to shake, a tear running down her pale cheek. She placed a feeble arm against the doorway and suddenly felt very weak... Very weak indeed. As she looked at Scene, at the wounds she had placed on him, more tears spilled from her orbs and she slid down against the doorway to the floor, mimicking the way she sat only days before when she had first met him in the alley... She had no idea then, did she? Of the horrorshow that would take place here...her sudden shift of emotions, all of the confusion and pain that would flow like blood from the walls of this place...
"I'm so scared... I don't know what to do..." she sobbed quietly, burying her head between her chest and knees like a child. That was how she felt now; like a child. Scene would probably chastise her and tell her to stop behaving like a baby... But at least he appeared to have some ounce of control. The girl felt lost, without a grip on herself or her emotions. It was a most horrible feeling.
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Post by Scene on Aug 29, 2009 15:43:31 GMT -8
Alright, now this shit was mega-confusing.
First, she comes off like she doesnt want anything to do with him, like the mere sight of him being near her is the most repulsive thing that could possibly grace her path. Then, within several hours, they fuck. Okay, not a real problem so far. She sleeps on his chest like a girlfriend he has never had, then acts as though everything up to that point was his fault. She was the one wallowing in the alley, he only offered her a chance at redemption- she didn't have to take his offer. Well, by take he meant grab his neck then pass out. Still, he watched her. He bandaged her up, took care of her, and she acted like-
"We need to fix your bandages."
He would scoop her up, arm under her knee and her back, carrying her like a husband over the threshold. He set her down, turning her face upwards so she could look him in the eyes. He, while holding her gaze softly, would remove the shirt slowly. His gaze would never waiver from hers as he wrapped the bandage around her thin, flat stomach, and up over her breasts, his gentle fingers brushing and touching them, but without a purpose of thier use. He kept staring at her- why? It was like a statement. He did NOT just have her here for his sexual enjoyment. She wasn't JUST a tool, something to get him by. She was sitting there, tears on her face...confiding in him. Scene. The freak. The mask wearer.
Murderer.
After wrapping her, he picked up the shirt from the table and put it on over her head, then he spoke again.
"Listen to me, girl. You have inside of you a power, an Ability. I have one too, and so do most of the individuals you may see on the street." He placed his hands on her shoulders, helping her down from the table.
Then, in an act never before done by him, he hugged her.
"You need to understand things about yourself, address them, and you can have anything. Money. Fame. Power. Anything."
He picked up her clothes from last night which, again strangely, were folded on the table.
"If you think, even a little, that i am holding you captive or as a prisoner, then leave." He dropped keys on the counter. "Theres a car out front, i won't stop you."
And with that, he left the room, smiling. If she left, it was no real harm done, and he could move on with his life. If she stayed...
If she stayed, then perhaps they could work through these matters, and he could help her better understand herself.
Though he didn't get his hopes up.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 29, 2009 16:16:28 GMT -8
Vespyr's brow furrowed slightly as Scene brought her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her, her face staining his shirt with her tears. She had never been hugged before; not once in her life. There had never been anyone there for her to nestle against, to breathe in their scent and be comforted by it. She had witnessed it on the television occasionally when she had the time to stop and look through the windows of nice houses, but never realized that it would feel so... good.
When the embrace was over, Vespyr glanced regrettably at the keys that lay on the table, proffering an escape, but she knew that in the end she would never be able to escape from this-- from herself. Besides... the object was of no use to her. She had never learned to drive. In fact, similar to the issue of hugs, she could never recall having been in a vehicle before; excluding the train that left her stranded, parentless, in San Francisco when she was but a young child... But even that memory had begun to fade from the dark recesses of her mind. There was no use in clinging to it.
Shaking her head and wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, Vespyr realized that she in fact wanted to stay. Something about Scene made her feel safe... when she could not trust herself to keep her out of danger. He had, indeed, brought her here out of the kindness of his heart, and although the statement was quite wrong in one way or another, that was the only thing that mattered currently. All her life Vespyr refused help from anyone, relying on herself; but she never thought about when the time came that she would be incapable of doing so.
Though she was certainly capable, something in the back of her mind refused to let her walk away from him. However, she could not bring herself to come any closer. Principles were principles, and they were hard to let go of, especially when she had been living by them since she could remember, they being the only thing keeping her sane. Her principles were also what made her such a bitch most of the time... A side that Scene had not encountered fully yet, for her sharp tongue hadn't whipped him to shreds yet, only her claws and teeth had done that.
The violet eyes, now dry and flushed of any hint of her brief meltdown, glanced up at Scene's momentarily, studying him, unsure of what to do next. If she were to stay here, surely they would have to speak to eachother occasionally. But that could wait. Vespyr turned to leave the room, but paused two steps later and looked back at him.
"What are you going to do about the gashes?" she inquired, less worried, more curious. He told her she had to rest; yet she had apparently given him the time of his life and his body was now more torn than hers... Surely he wouldn't attempt to wave it off like nothing happened?
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Post by Scene on Aug 29, 2009 16:27:30 GMT -8
Yes, actually, he would attempt to do just that.
"Don't worry about it, It's nothing i can't handle."
In a sense, this was truth, but it was also a lie. His body had been racking and fighting him all morning, giving him random muscle spasms and causing shapr twists of pain every time he flexed or moved. When he picked her up? It hurt. when he bandaged her? It hurt. When he hugged her. That shit DEFINITELY hurt. Still, they were all things that only continued a profain and tragic hunger for more of it. Through his tee the light blood could be seen, but he acted as though it wasn't there. He sat, and watched her with a curious eye. She hadn't taken the keys. Interesting, though not unwelcome. She professed a driving need to run, to make her escape from his clutches, yet she stood in front of him asking about his well being. Perhaps not because of her own interest in the matter,and for this reason he spoke rather bluntly.
"Besides, does it really matter to you?" He grinned. "You should take a look around the house, get familiar with it. I'd show you, but since last nights...activities i can't move much- Not from pain, but for lack of....How do you say..." He grinned wider. "Release."
Yeah...Blue balls. About that....
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 29, 2009 17:00:08 GMT -8
Vespyr wasn't an idiot; she made this apparent as she turned to face him, eyeing the blood beneath the shirt speculatively. The pain in his eyes was blatantly obvious, and whether he was enjoying the sensation or not, it bothered her slightly that he would let this slide. Not that she was worried... But what good was a doctor who couldn't even take care of himself? Not that she felt the least bit guilty, or anything. Of course she didn't care.
"Yeah, sure, release... Have fun with that." she said sarcastically, shooting him a glare that said, "You're so full of shit." She turned to leave again, snatching up her long black trenchcoat and the torn corset, tsk tsking at the repair that would have to be done on the latter. She fluidly slipped her arms into the black folds of the coat, pulling it to her body and feeling comforted by it. Not a day had gone by she was without this... her most prized posession that reeked of old blood and soot, yet the girl sported it lovingly nonetheless.
Vespyr made her way silently down the hall, the cat seeming to pop out of nowhere and skip along at her heels like a toy dangling on a string that dragged behind her, popping up from the ground every so often as it hit a rut. "You seem to be enjoying all this, it seems..." she spoke to him in a voice that she hadn't used in the presence of Scene; it was the tone she had when she was alone, or with her small acquaintence, and it came naturally that way... not that she deliberately changed her tone when speaking to others, but rather, she was no longer in the nervous presence of another and so spoke truly. She carried herself like a dark queen; a regal air about the tone that was commanding, yet charming, and very mysterious, like she were going to tell a grave secret at any moment.
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Post by Scene on Aug 29, 2009 17:42:08 GMT -8
Scene sighed as she left the room. It had taken far too much strength for him to remain strong outwardly like that- he slumped, sitting in his chair and gasping a little. He loved pain, but his body couldn't take so much at one time without breaking permanently. If he kept it up, he would damage himself irrevocably and then- well, he just couldnt be having that.
Today he would rest, let her explore the home and in the meantime he would wrap himself and gather his will.
Tomorrow, well, who could say what the new day would bring?
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