Dual Trial (Vespyr)

[Scene]

OOC(( This is a continuation from several mini posts via IM, so dont feel lost if your reading this since you havnt seen the rest of the story.))

"Satisfaction only comes with the reaching of a goal."

He pushed off the wall, stepping closer to her. He knew she had something for him more than that- perhaps she wasnt in love with him, perhaps she didnt like him in that fashion at all. But she knew she must enjoy him, or be intrigued by him. Why else allow him to even come near her? He leaned in close, his lips inches away.

"Can you honestly tell me, Vespyr, that you only suffer through my presence." His lips brushed her chin. "I know i mean more than that...Dig deep and see if i dont speak the truth."

He would wait, either for her to hit him or walk away. Either way he would smile- she was predictable, after a fashion, and he just wanted a little more pain, either from an emotional rejection or from a physical assualt.

OOC((s.h.i.t.t.y post))

[Vespyr]

Her eyes indifferently drifted away from the subject, meandering across the room like a dazed stoner. He was so confusing... These little mood swings had her on her toes for the past few days and she could barely keep up. Yet, she was guilty of the same thing in retrospect.

She ignored the touch of his lips on her cold skin, her mind picking his words apart like crows with rancid remains, inspecting them before ingesting, her finicky mind becoming frustrated whence she realized that she couldn't deny the truth in what he assumed. Mood swings... came with their share of varying pleasant thoughts. Vespyr had to admit, she did enjoy his company at times. He was very alluring, the way he carried himself, in the way he spoke, in all sorts of other little things that floated around like particles in her mind.

Vespyr emitted a long and drawn out sigh, the sound saying enough to answer his question, if he really were so tuned into how she felt as he thought he was.

She felt dreary. He exhausted her, and she exhausted herself... Would it never end? She turned away, not in disgust, not with any other energy that couldn't be described as tired and docile, and sat by the fire. Another cigarette. Her eyelids hung lazily half-open as her orbs gazed placidly at the dwindling flames.

"If I said I li-" she began, the latter word catching like a fishhook on her tongue for a moment. "If I said I liked your company, what difference would it make?"

Oh, she never failed to surprise herself.

[Scene]

She continued to blatantly misread his intent. Everything he did, told, said touched he was constantly trying to show he the difference between thier lives. He liked her company, the feel of her skin, the invisble touch of her eyes on his body. He liked these things so he didnt try to deny them, he tried to indulge them. He crouched down next to her, eyes looking over her shoulder as he spoke, his words soft.

"Because it shows you can accept what is inside of you without constantly denying truth." He sat. "If you want to touch me, look at me, hit me or fuck me why deny these feelings? If your body and mind enjoys something then it is your right to reach out and grasp it. Thats what im trying to tell you- life is far to short to go through it not enjoying every second." He shrugged. "I enjoy your company and i think you are beautiful- the only reason i don't rape you is because i believe in seeing the person whose body and mind i enjoy find pleasure too. Its not about morals or ethics- your enjoyment is my enjoyment. Your pleasure is my pleasure. I wouldnt rape you- it would lessen my enjoyment."

He hooked his arms around his knees.

"My point is directly that- you want something, you like something, take it and make it yours. I want the world-" He shrugged. "So i will take it."

[Vespyr]

Vespyr glanced over at him with narrowed eyes at his mention of raping her, and she found his bluntness slightly unnerving... But she understood what he meant about holding back. It was true, she did often hold back her wants and needs because she was afraid... of what? Even she didn't know. But stepping outside her comfort zone of hate made her feel vulnerable and weak.

"But you don't get it. I don't always feel like touching you or looking at you or fucking you, yet I don't always hate you or want to hurt you or tell you to fuck off. I honestly can't make up my mind." she said in a low tone, her eyes locked into his gently, but not in a friendly way. Tenderness was out of her reach at the moment.

"Like right now-- I'm thinking it was awfully stupid of you to go and burn your arm like that. I wish you hadn't done that. In a non-literal sense, I just want to kiss it better. Mind you, that's a non-literal sense. But just ten minutes ago, I swear I wanted to light your whole fucking body on fire. See my frustration? I act out of honesty." She explained quietly, looking back at the fire that had nearly died. It cast fleeting shadows on her face, little curls of light reflected in her eyes that had begun to glaze over in her seriousness.

[Scene]

Scenes smile returned.

"The point of indulging yourself is to think logically and know what can you get the most pleasure from." He looked at his arm. "My burning my arm is nothing when compared to the pleasure i get from seeing you at peace while reading a book." He returned his eyes to hers. "You see- you must simply decide what you believe to bring the greatest plasure and indulge it." He shrugged. "Perhaps its not for everyone, but certain aspects of yourself arent healthy to constantly subdue. Others are okay to indulge- such as sex, or killing somone who means nothing."

He scooted closer.

"I think, deep down, you actually want something different in your life, a change in which you can truly take control of whatever suits your fancy. We are alike in this. I know it, and so do you."

He would take her chin and turn it toward him, his eyes looking deep into hers.

"You can do these things without hard to yourself. Try it sometime."

[Vespyr]

With a tired sigh, Vespyr allowed him to move closer and turn her head to face him, her eyes twinkling with a sort of excitement as he did so. Suddenly, upon seeing his light green eyes peering so gently out from the darkness, she had a sudden urge to kiss him. Not like she had the other night, no... There were no sultry thoughts slipping and sliding through her head now, but only a kind of... relaxed sweetness that settled in. Goddamn it.

She leaned in, placing a quick kiss on his lips before sinking back, frozen, her eyes wide with shock- at herself. After a few moments, she shrugged off the tension and looked away, the small smile shrinking away into nothing. He had told her to sieze her desires, right? So she would do it... even if it contradicted her behavior at other times, because well.. That's how she was. A bipolar little wretch.

"I guess I have always wanted some sort of change. I just never saw the point of chasing after it, because I could never put a finger on what it was, exactly. But perhaps its not one big thing that I want, its a bunch of little things. Not all at once, either." she said , picking up a stick and poking around at the smoldering embers, causing the fire to flare back to life again for a few moments.

"I've never really been good at judging what it is I want. I always have mixed feelings. I guess its easier not to plan it out and grab a hold of them on a whim, though. There's less thinking behind that. Thinking hurts sometimes."

[Scene]

Scene stared at her for long moments before his lips, tenderly, were clasped in hers, a tingle crawling up his back as the rotation of the world seemed to slow. The softness of it surprised him, like she was thanking him yet at the same time giving in to a small, carnal desire for something good. He closed his eyes after she pulled away, a small smile coming to his lips. He opened them, his orbs tranquil and...caring. It was a very odd and exotic feelings, an he held it momentariy, cradled it.

"That wasn't so hard now was it?"

He listened as she explained things out, rationalized points in her head.

"You think i grab everything on a whim? No, sometimes you have to use your head or you wont get what you want. Other times, like just now when you kissed me, can be claimed on a whim. You just have to know when to think and when to act." He heard a noise coming from the doorway, and his eyes shot there, a small look of satisfaction having come to his face at her giving in to a small desire, at her taking his advice.

Something was here....

He waited.

[Vespyr]

Vespyr's eyes flitted upward, focusing on a dark shape that loomed in the doorway, her heart beginning to beat faster. She could see two faintly glimmering eyes in the shadows, and the sound of panting reached her keen ears. Dervish?

With such swift speed that it nearly went unseen, the girl picked up the flaming stick and threw it fiercly at the creature, and with a yelp, she heard it bound away.

"Just a dog," she said in disgust, getting up to retrieve the torch before it set the dusty trash-ridden ground aflame. Wouldn't do much for secrecy, now would it? She stooped and turned back, looking at Scene blankly. "So, will you be staying here? I can tidy up the guest room if you like." A joke. There really wasn't a guest room and Vespyr wasn't very enthusiastic about having him here, but if he wanted to, she would let him. Closing up the gap, as she mentally descibed her newfound civility.

[Scene]

Scene watched in amusement as she showed a harsh retalitation to the dogs presence. It bewildered him, her sudden ferocity at the presence of nothing more than a mutt. She turned and asked if he would be staying in the guest room, and he tilted his head a little to the left, his frown apparent.

"No, if figured your bed would suffice, if you don't mind sharing it with me."

He didnt mention the times he shared his with hers, or how he stayed with her when she was tired and scared. He didnt feel he needed to. She had the memories just as well as he did. He would stand and hold out a hand for her to make her way to the bed first, before he would lay down next to her, arms actually not around her. He would see if she would do it, if she would act on her own for something she wanted, such as caring arms and the warmth of his body. Would she turn and nuzzle?

Likely not.

Still, he would be here just in case.

[Vespyr]

Vespyr raised her eyebrows slightly, and pondered the thought of sleeping in the same bed with the male, her heart doing gymnastics of sorts and making her chest feel tight suddenly. The first thought on her mind was, of course, er... But she pushed it away, sensing the sincere tone in his voice. Besides, as she hated to admit, she didn't really mind it.

With a slight nod, she shut the door and motioned with her hand over to a room behind the counter, which back in the day, would have been the manager's office. Vespyr, being the only management in this place, had made it her bedroom. If Scene were to follow, the two would enter into a dark, twisted sort of fantasy place... The candle lit walls were covered from floor to cieling with morbid and surreal drawings of strange creatures and disturbing depictions of gore, all done in charcoal by Vespyr's artistic hand. Shelf after shelf of books loomed precariously on every wall, ranging from stolen textbooks to philosophy or art or history, some of them so loved and worn they could barely be called books anymore. Between which, every foot or so, a mound of melted substance served as a makeshift candle, flickering ever so slightly as they entereth in. They gave off an eerie scent, somewhat akin to the smell of raw flesh and blood...

Hanging from the ceiling lamp which was no longer operable was a sort of wire framing, on which were tied all sorts of dangling momentos; old bones, shards of glass, knives, all hanging ominously like they would fall and impale someone unlucky enough to be underneath at any second. Against the far right wall was the bed; simply an old matress, beside which were a pile of towels and sheets for when the nights got cold, which they rarely did this season.

Vespyr removed her coat, setting it on the manager's desk in the center of the room beneath the macabre chandelier, it too being etched with strange carvings and such. She removed her boots and set them at the foot of the matress, lying back on it as she did so. At once, her tired muscles seemed to sigh and she closed her eyes... Oh. They opened again, and she rolled over so that she'd be taking up only half of the space.

"I didn't have a guestroom anyhow.."

[Scene]

Scene grinned at the look in her eye- not evily, but with a michief, and he knew what she thought of as her face turned a small shade of red for the thoughts were on his mind as well. He got up, brushing himself off before heading into her room, an instant gleam of wonder and jealousy coming to his mind at the total outlook of it. He instantly, that moment, decided that out of his and her house this room was his favorite. When she rolled over, she would see him without a shirt, his back toward her. He shook it a moment, then whipped it through the air, the shirt turning into a large black blanket with her eyes in the center of it, a fingers coming from the darkness dripping with blood.

He turned around, walking over and laying down, putting the blanket over them as a deep cold came in through the room. Tonight he felt that it would be freezing, below freezing, that they would need this. He placed it over her and rolled to his side, staring up at her body, his eyes pools of liquid lust.

"I know." He placed an hand on her hip, not blinking in order to make sure she was okay with it. "It will be cold tonight- you may wish to stay close, though the choice is yours."

He waited as the night grew slowly colder, his face a blank and unreadble mask of silence.

[Vespyr]

Her eyes slyly followed the path of his body across the room, and settled in to sternly match his as he lie down and pulled the blanket over them.

"Are you crazy? Its summerti-" she whispered, ceasing abruptly as a shiver ran hurdles up her spine and down again, correcting her in an instant. Okay, so it was summer. But now it was also Antarctica... She sighed, gripping the edge of the blanket tightly between her fingers, fluidly sliding her body closer to his. Close, but not touching; a sort of static heat buzzed between them, becoming nearly unbearable to resist until Scene placed his hand on her hip. The warmth coursed from his skin into hers, sending more shivers and making Vespyr's teeth grind a bit from the contrasting heat of the room and the barely touching halfcircles of their bodies. Fuck it.

She closed the gap finally, without a word, nestling her head against his bare chest with her arms pressed to her own, and her knees bent, her body curled like a newborn baby. She breathed in his scent, which had become oddly familiar to her, the mingling aromas of warm skin and blood and something else arousing carnal comforts in her mind. He seemed to surround her, and she let his heat flow over her like the rolling steam from a hot bath. When her ice-cold skin met his he might flinch, but she would stay stone still against him as the life crept back into her body, lulling her into a state of deep sleep, a thing she had not found in months.

As the frigid air in the room grew more impenetrable, the candles died with each their own trailing wisp of smoke, leaving them in complete darkness.

[Scene]

Scene smiled as she shivered, his eyes calm and collected. Something about this girl- what was it? He felt so at peace around her, felt no need to act out in anger or to kill. He thought about it, curling the process through his mind. What about her attracted him so? Was it her obstinate resistance to him? Was it her anger or her strange way of changing her attitude? WHY didnt he want to kill her? He snapped his mind back, watching as she moved closer. The blanket, seemingly of its own accord, would tuck under her slightly, wrapping her in a strange warmth. His arm that was on her hip went over and behind, holding her in the middle of her back, the heat seeming to roll from his body as the room grew colder and colder.

He didn't shiver when she touched him- on the contrary. He smiled and sighed. Why? He didnt know. He wasnt going to think about it right now. He felt her face against his chest, heard her breathe him in, take in his scent. He did the same- rolling his eyes back into his head at the exotic aroma. His skin developed goosebumps, and he couldnt help the feeling in his pants, which grew larger by the second chest, his heart picking up in beat quickly before resuming its steady melody.

He didn't sleep, he just stared, the word spiralling through his mind like a drain.

'Why?'

[Vespyr]

----------12 hours later, around noon..-----------

Vespyr awoke, her eyes opening to warm, dry air, blinking in the darkness several times. It was still dark now, but it was warm. Had it been a dream, the cold night? She shifted on the matress slightly, her hand brushing against something soft, and then felt skin... Her fingers grasped the blanket and pulled it off, and the dim reflected light of the room caught her eyes. No, it had not been a dream. The light seeping through the crack in the door told her that it was sometime in the afternoon, and Scene was here beside her still. She glanced at him for a moment before rising quietly from the bed, slithering with ease from his embrace with a barely noticeable smile, and walking over to the door. She opened it, and covered her eyes with her hands at the sudden rush of light.

In a moment or two she was adjusted, and she entered the kitchen to retrieve the vodka and medical supplies once more, setting them on the counter along with a can of tuna, some condensed milk, and a frying pan. She lit a fire, scraping away the ashes from last night, and mixed the milk and tuna with some spices in the pan, heating it over her makeshift stove until it bubbled and gave off a deliciously pleasant aroma. She spread it over the toast and set two portions on the counter; one for her and one for either Scene or Fleesh, if her guest refused and the cat made an appearance at all... He had been off wandering in the past night, but the delightful fishy aroma would be sure to lure him home for breakfast. Er, lunch. Whatever. She had recently in her boredom begun to expiriment with cooking, and was enthralled by her delicious and strange creations.

If Scene were to leave the bedroom, she would quietly offer him the plate of tuna toast and collect the vodka and medical supplies to suggest a changing of his bandage.

[Scene]

Scene awoke, this time without the usual pranks or methods, without a thought of death or pain. No grin, just a strange calm. he assessed his mind- there was no Andrew. The boy was repressed for now, and Scene had full control. This calm and peace was just him. He frowned. He didnt understand. What made her better than any other individual he had killed? He sat up, watching the doorway where he heard rustling. He stood, the blanket sliding off his body as he felt the warmth seep back into his body. He would look out at Vespyr as she got things out, and as she lifted things onto the counter he would speak, a smile coming to his lips.

"Well, you slept all night with a man you actually care about and he didnt betray your trust or try and have sex with you." he rolled his shoulders. "Imagine that."

He grabbed a leaf and cumpled it up, then opened his hand to reveal a black tee shirt. He threw it on over his chest, taking a deep breath before walking over and resting his forarms on the counter, putting off the aura that he wanted a kiss, staring at her eyes as she moved. If she gave it to him or resisted he would still ask in a sultry sweet voice-

"What are you making?"