What will come shall come. (Vespyr)

[Scene]

His feet crunched on the path, his eyes in constant movement. He was wary, yet excited- this was the first time he had ever really stepped out of his element and into anothers. She was in control, she held the reigns. It gave him a boner thrill to know that he knew not what was not come next. He carried with him the momentoes she had left behind, clenched in his fists. He couldnt help but stow away the words on the paper- those he would never forget. He remembered them clear as day, a picture imprinted in his mind as he burned it. Wouldn't do to have random people discover her hiding spot now would it? He stopped, turning right at the pathway and coming to a large stone structure. He grinned.

Knocking rather pointlessly on the outside, he took his first step into the dark building, eyes glazing over the dark as he wondered where the little she devil had gone to. He had many things to discuss with her....many things.

Things involving their....future.

[Vespyr]

Vespyr's eyes watched eagerly as Scene stepped into the darkness of her abode... for once, the tide had turned and here she was, sitting unseen, waiting to make the first move. It felt odd, knowing that she could very well decide the fate of tonight's encounter... but she was in a relatively good mood, and decided to let it play out naturally.

The girl, seated comfortably on the restaurant counter with an unlit cigarette in her mouth, pulled a pack of matches from her pocket and struck, lighting first the cigarette, and then throwing the match casually over to a well-prepared pile of papers and debris on the floor. It caught beautifully, flames blazing vigorously into life, casting a warm, dancing glow on the walls. Now visible, removing the cigarette from her mouth with nimble fingers, Vespyr smiled welcomingly at her visitor.

"Find your way alright?" she asked lightly, her voice smooth and regal, similar in manner to the way it was when she was all by her lonesome.

[Scene]

Scenes head turned slowly as the light flickered a little in front of him. He stood stone still, staring and watching the girl who had called him from his abode. It was like a paranormal connection, a sense that transcended space and time. He was home, working, and he felt the violent urge to come here. It was no thought of his own, but like an image or a sense inprinted into his mind, causing a torrent of sights and smells to cascade and rumble through his body. He tilted his head a little, the violent habit to do so having made his head itch slightly. He watched as the papers ignited, the conflaguration of fuel and flame casting an initial plume of acrid ash into the air before it stabilized and simply became heat. Her voice rang, like the song of a bird, Scenes eyes flickering slightly as she spoke.

"Yes."

His voice was simple, easy, and calm. He was sweating under his mask, a feat which no matter the weather had never before taken place. He didn't know, technically, if it was any doing of his own but more of an inner sense of anxious wants and needs floating to the surface. He stared for a moment longer, walking into the darkness and indulging on his urge without thought of the consequence. He walked over to her, almost calmly, placing what he brought with him to her neck. A blade. He held it there, staring hard into her eyes.

This may be her abode, but he would be in control of this.

"Do you trust me, girl?"

This would test her...see exactly how far she had forgiven him, and how deeply her trust was now in his hands. If she fought him, rejected him, told him to leave, then he would know. He would know that she had trusted him, but not as deeply as he...

As he trusted her.

Life was a commodity.

Could she place it in his hands? After what he had done?

Not likely.

At least, not likely in his mind.

For if she passed this test, he would make a vow.

A vow he never thought would be uttered from his lips.

[Vespyr]

Before she had a chance to react, Vespyr felt the cutting edge of the blade on her neck and she froze, an interesting sensation creeping into her eyes. She was halfway between disappointed and angry; she wasn't scared, not furious, but merely... she felt let down. But it didn't surprise her that he would do such a thing, for hadn't he thrown her off a building days earlier?

Perhaps she had given her trust a little too lightly... but she was unsure. And to answer his question; no, she didn't trust him completely. But she was getting there. Anyone could have seen justification in her reasons for feeling this way; how could someone, who never trusted anyone in her life, suddenly give it away, and to someone who had tried to murder her? Hell to the no. But that wasn't to say she didn't believe in him at all... No, she held meager faith in him yet, and though he stood ready to end her life with one blow, she knew somehow that he wouldn't do it.

She saw it in his eyes as she stared back, stern and unafraid. She read them like pages in the books she loved so dearly, taking note of the anxiety and desperate grasp for dominance... The tension was coming off of him in vibes which she soaked up gloriously, unaffected. The femme had an uncanny and eerie knack for seeing through people and their petty disguises.

With a sigh that released grey tendrils of smoke diffusing into the air, she put out the remains of the cigarette on his blade, the reaction between hot and cold emitting a faint hiss as the thing smothered and died. She flicked it to the floor, her face grave and her eyes dark, one of which cast in black shadow behind the bridge of her nose from the brilliant firelight.

"You're pushing it, kiddo."

Something in her voice was unfamiliar... deep and intimidating, fearless... but it would go unnoticed to Scene, who knew nothing of the slumbering persona she kept beneath her, the one that was waking at this very instant.

[Scene]

Scene leaned lean closer, putting his face next to hers. His other hand came from his pocket to make sure no grip or nails would shoot for his neck. It wouldn't do to have a deathlock now would it? He spoke slowly, his face tilted downward so his eyes would become invisible behind the hood.

"Admit it girl- you are afraid."

He would speak confidently, though his pressure on the blade would relax slightly against her neck. Did she not fear him? Was she not afraid of death? He was the servant, the deliverer of death. It was his master and his tool. He could not make her bend. Now, he could see it, tell in her eyes that she was scared, but it wasn't replacing the trust. the trust was still there, and she treated his actions now like they were worthless, they were simply threats.

Was he really that transparent to this girl?

It felt so strange to meet with someone, look into the eyes of a human being and know that they were just like you, a replica, yet different in another light.

In his minds eye, he was Unstoppable and she was immovable, and though both struggled with the other they could not break the mold. She was, in a sense, broken earlier, but now she seemed so much stronger. He knew, right then, they were meant to rule the world.

As one.

[Vespyr]

A dark grin crept across Vespyr's black cherry lips at his words, his doubt becoming apparent as the tension between the knife and her neck weakened. To any other fearful human being, he would have struck fear still, but no... To Vespyr, his ego was backed by nothing. It amused her, the way his confidence seemed to crumble before her, yet she knew he would never admit it. His pride- like hers- would not allow him to.

Though, she was still disappointed at him for strolling in here and holding a blade to her neck; she had invited him here on neutral terms, yet he still insisted on hurling his bravado around like a small child wearing a cape. She spat at him, the smile gone from her face. "Fuck fear." she hissed sinisterly with a tone that would have crept into any hardened ears and weaken them with their deep disregard for consequence, their darkness penetrating even the blackest of hearts, like the one that beat only a foot away from hers.

Her eyes bored into his almost daringly, one of which glittered with the firelight and her inner heated madness. The other, still cast in black shadow, was placid and haunting, glowing with a dancing inner light and intriguing by its eerie silent depth.

She could stare forever.

[Scene]

He turned his face, the brunt of her saliva colliding with the side of his mask. She had literally faced death and spat at it. Now she had done it- she had pushed her mental limits beyond the weak and frail strength they had been when they first met in that alley. He lowered the knife, his fear and anger gone. He reached up, touching the spit and wiping his fingers through it, licking it from the tips with a deranged grin. He dropped the blade, the knife turning to sand before it hit the ground. He turned to look at her, his hands in his pockets as he kept the smile plastered to his skull. She thought he crumbled- it was true. A wall had crumbled. A brilliant mountain he had set them both up to climb, a sheer face of emotion and plot he had locked away so long ago. He spoke.

"Look. At. You. So confident, so crisp and strong. Do you see it now?" Previously, the writer of this outline spoke of all the things Scene did, the thoughts that torrented through his head at the sudden strength she held. What now must be explained is something most would not understand- Scene was a mental terrorist, yet a strategist beyond all reckoning. He could take an idea and wrap it clean into his mind so fully that it even ensnared him. And thats exactly what this was- a culmination of a promise and a plan, a direct result of an oath he had given at the very beginning.

He smiled confidently.

"You, my child, have become something you could never have imagined. Your power, your thoughts. Everything about your life has shifted, except for minor details. You have spoken with people civilly, you have a new respect for your existance." He chucked up his chin. "When i first met you, sitting like a drowned rat in an alleyway, i told you that if you came with me i would show you things you have only dreamed about." He laughed. "My work there is done."

He shrugged.

"So. You are here, no longer a child frightened and alone. You are Vespyr, Goddess of the night." He faced her fully, the strange feel of her name on his tongue coming with his first use of it.

"So what now? I assume you wish to talk to me about things other than who is more terrifying than who?"

[Vespyr]

The girl narrowed her eyes, taken aback somewhat by his claim. Looking at him in this way, raising her head slightly, she fished another cigarette from her pocket and lit it against the fire, taking a drag in silence before pointing at him with a long, bony finger.

"You think you did this? You think you turned me into what I am?" she said, almost accusingly, hopping down off the countertop and taking a step toward him. "You know who did this?" she said viciously, continuing past him in a ghostly fashion toward the window, which had been done in and shattered long ago. She peered out, looming like a wicked hag watching children trespassing on her lawn, taking another drag with a dark and angry glint in her eyes. Her face fell into shadow as she did so, the hand that was perched on the window sill clenching and releasing in silent fury. The other hand removed the cigarette from her red lips and motioned out the opening, where a vast stretch of city lights were visible, since they were located atop a large and steep bank, akin to the hills of Hollywood.

"They did this." she hissed. "My entire life spent alone on the streets, living in fear... Hiding in the shadows... That's how I became your lovely Goddess of the Night. By myself."

She turned back to him, leaning against the wall beside the window, but she did not look at him. Her eyes were still locked on the view, taking it all in with a fake smile on her face. "You merely helped." she finished somberly, a definite sadness resting in her eyes now. Queens were often lonely, depressed creatures.

[Scene]

Scene laughed.

"You misunderstand. I said i changed you in a large way- i have removed your fear of death, while at the same time giving you a reason to live. Whether it be for your pet, for your self, for me, it doesnt matter." He shifted in the shadows, making his entire face invisible. "You were weak when i met you. Scared. Alone. Disjointed from society." He grinned, through she wouldnt see it. "Now, though you still feel withdrawn from people, you have lost your terror in the face of possible death. You have learned to love what little you have and grow to something better. "He looked around. "You didn't have any of this before i met you. You have realized you are wanted, attractive, and personable." He looked to the sand.

"You needed something to show that life can be well lived while enjoying things such as bloodshed and death. I know i do. I love to kill- its interesting and thrilling. However, i would not willingly give into fear or death. You must think- what was the feelings you held before i found you and what are your feelings now. You seemed like such a coward- shivering and trembling at me. Now, not seconds ago, you spat in my face." He chuckled. "You can't just assume that thats a coincidence. I have changed you. You trust me. You have forgiven me what should be unforgivable."

"Don't try to cover up your change with things that are still in your life. I didn't say that i made you accepting and a goody goody. But i have given you new insight and revolutionized the way you think, if in certain major aspects."

He would suddenly be behind her.

"And now you realize- our fates are forever intertwined. You can feel this too, i know."

[Vespyr]

Vespyr looked across to him standing by the window, smiling dimly, without turning her head. He was right, in a way, but less than he thought. When he had met her, she had been ill, delirious, and near death. However, she said nothing on the subject; it was pointless, really. Hadn't they already made their arguments and won?

As the femme took a sideways glance at him, an unfamiliar tingle crept into her heart-- yes, it would appear that she had one, and it fluttered like it was waking up from a long slumber, one that had lasted for far too long in the darkness. He was too proud. Yet, somehow against her will, she admired the trait to an extent; she was the exact same way. Was that why she had invited him here? She didn't exactly remember... it had been a spur-of-the-moment action... But she wasn't regretting it at all, for when all was said and done they would both part with a new enlightenment that niether had ever known.

"Sure," she spoke quietly in reply to the latter part of his speech, feeling that it was indeed, very true.

[Scene]

He smiled, not evilly, this time calmly and lightly. Her answer was what he suspected- she had only to come to realize these things and accept it. He wrapped his arms around her, leaning in a little so his face would be next to her ear, whispering.

"I have changed you, claimed you." He kissed her ear. "But you have done the same to me, Vespyr. You have caught me in my own web." He sighed. "So you have earned a perfect answer and Request. To be asked or used at any time."

He looked out the window.

"What now, Vespyr? Whats next?"

[Vespyr]

Vespyr dropped the cigaratte in slight shock as Scene's arms enveloped her, the first thought coming to her head being, Jeez, this guy sure likes to hug a lot. Her smile disappeared, replaced by a slight frown of uncertainty... was this what she wanted? She still wasn't sure. This display of emotion felt so foriegn and... wierd, and she pondered rejecting the experience completely. She did so, for now, tilting her head a bit as he kissed her, staring blankly into the fire.

In response to his question, well... the girl only shrugged. "I thought you were the one with all the ideas." she spoke plainly, not joking, but not being smug either; it was merely what she had observed in the short time she had spent with him.

"There's a fire. I suppose we should burn things. Entire cities, perhaps. Let's watch the world burn, you and me. What do you say?"

[Scene]

Scene grinned at her proposal.

"Yes. Lets."

-End-