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 Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 8:16 pm
Crow bristled, suspicion turning to paranoia. She didn't want to talk. She didn't want company. Who was it? Who...
"Oh. Hey," she said, scratching a little too harshly at her head at an itch that didn't exist. Her hands trembled and she crossed her arms, drawing her legs close to her chest.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 8:18 pm
Rabid's pleasant attitude fell.
"What's wrong?"
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 8:20 pm
"Nothing," Crow said, looking up and past Rabid, as though unable to make eye contact. The paranoia was turning to anger. She was probably only here to find Julian. Her lip curled. "I don't know where he is. I don't care. He ain't here."
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 8:21 pm
"Who?" Rabid asked before realizing, "Hey! No. I just saw you an' figured I'd...what's up with you?"
Didn't know where he was? Didn't care? Uh-oh.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 8:24 pm
Crow looked down at the ground again, biting her lip harder and harder. She wanted to be away from this woman. She didn't want to be near her. She suspected something. She knew. She knew she knew she knew what was she going to do, probably hit her too, probably finish what he started and twist her neck-
"I didn't do anything," Crow said, hating him. Hating them both. "He hit me first."
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 8:27 pm
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 8:29 pm
Crow bit through her lip.
"Is that ALL you have to say?" she snapped, standing, seething. Her eyes narrowed to slits. "You'd take his side in anything, wouldn't you. He's a miserable disgusting ******** and I hope he's dead. I hope he's dead!"
She could almost feel his hands around her throat again, and she gagged. Blood from her injured lip trickled down her chin and splattered down into the hollow of her throat.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 8:32 pm
Something in Rabid's head snapped. She didn't want it to, but it ******** you!" she yelped, standing, "God, I come here to see what's wrong, so you tell me you hope my ********' boyfriend's dead? ******** you, you ********' whore." And she started away.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 8:35 pm
Crow let out a yelp of laughter.
"Whore? Whore! Ah ha! Fine, I am! And I do, I do, I hope he's dead, rotting in a ditch. Strangled me, put his hands around my throat and squeezed, I hate him!"
She laughed again, feeling tears streaking down her face. She brushed them away and accidentally cut her face with her claws, though she ignored the pain.
"I knew him first," she muttered, scratching at that nonexistent itch again as she kicked at the dirt, walking away. "I knew him first."
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 8:39 pm
Rabid wheeled suddenly, shrieking shrilly and pointing accusingly.
"YES! YES! YOU KNEW HIM FIRST! YOU LOVED HIM FIRST!"
Something'swrongwithherheadwhyamIyellingatherIshouldbefindingoutwhat'shappeningand--
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 8:43 pm
"Using someone isn't the same as love," Crow said with sudden lucidity. "I used him. Got what I wanted, moved on. Anyone'd do the same. Doesn't matter, he's gone, and no one gets to see him anymore. I chased him off, just like everyone else and I'm glad they're gone."
A laugh that was half a sob rattled out of her throat.
"You'll be gone too and I won't care," she said turning and skipping up the stairs. "And Liam, and Hellis, and everyone else, all gone and I won't even care at all."
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 8:45 pm
"What the ******** in your head?" Rabid growled, suddenly sniffling and realizing she was crying, "You know very well we're not going anywhere but...GOD DAMN IT ALL, CROW! WHAT THE ******** was so confusing. Her head was spinning.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 8:53 pm
Hand resting on the door handle, Crow swayed slightly. In her head? What was in her head? What could that woman possibly...
What was in her head.
Still sniffling, feeling that creeping cold trickling up and down her spine, Crow shook her head, eyes clearing for a moment.
"I don't know," she said, voice tiny and trembling. The lucid moment passed and she growled like a dog, looking over her shoulder with slitted eyes. Her voice was louder and held that hysterical laugh. "In my head? Only me."
She pushed the door open, her hands making the metal cloud over with cold.
"Shouldn't curse," she called, slipping inside.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 9:11 pm
__Part 28
It was too dark. She'd tried to turn on all the lights, but lights cast shadows and the shadows crept up the walls and ate the light. It was too dark. Crow sat on her bed, cross-legged and back ramrod straight, staring into the shadows.
"Come on," she whispered, looking into the pitch black shadow cast over the door. "I'm not scared of you."
Something skittered in one corner of the room and she flinched. The lucid part of her, the sane part, that dwindling hold on reality, was very afraid. The rest of her wasn't. Only awake.
What's wrong with me, the fearful part asked itself, wanting to cry. She wanted to be with her family, with her friends, the ones who would keep her safe and tell her they loved her. She was lonely, so lonely.
The rest of her was simply aware. Aware of the cold, the hunger after not eating for three days, the feeling of dirty clothes sticking to her body like a second skin.
I'm alone, the fearful voice said. I'm alone, I'm ALONE!
"Not so alone."
Crow froze. That voice was not the one she heard in her head, the one she made herself, that was just that still lucid part of herself. It was new, and cold and creaking.
"Who let you in?" she asked.
"You did. And I've been here a long time."
"Don't want you here."
"He doesn't either."
"I don't care about him!"
"You're afraid of me," the skittering thing said from its corner. Crow sat up straighter.
"Terrified," she said, eyes still fixed on the door as something gave a hoarse, creaky kind of laugh in the corner.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 9:29 pm
__Part 29
She called herself Lamia.
It was overdone, she knew. But she didn't care, for all it meant to anyone it was just a pretty, mysterious name. Her real name was Loren, but no one knew her long enough to learn that. She never let them live that long.
And so, Lamia-once-called-Loren sat in a bar in the outskirts of town, where the architecture was inexplicably Spanish-themed to counter the gray and tan landscape of the bordering desert, sipping on thin liquor and looking at the patrons. None suited her tastes, not at all. Too fat, too old, too drunk, too ugly. She was about to give up and head home, forget about the chance of dinner, when she saw the man in the corner with his head bowed down. He was young, but still decently sized. Thin without being scrawny. Her lips curved into a cat-like smile and she slid off her stool, slipping over to his table and sitting down uninvited. His head rose slowly and blue eyes met hers.
"Hello," he said, voice quiet.
"Hello yourself," Lamia said, leaning on the table. His eyes flicked over her face in distant curiosity. "I'm Lamia."
"Julian. Looking for someone?" he asked, smiling slightly. Lamia shook her head.
"What a lovely name. And...hmm...not really...awfully boring in here tonight, and you looked proficiently conscious," she said lightly, smiling. He laughed at her joke, as quietly as he spoke. "You new around here?"
"Yes and no," he said. "Yourself?"
Growing deeply bored and more than a little hungry, Lamia forced a vapid smile.
"Not really," she said, reaching out and plucking his sleeve with her fingers. He didn't move his arm away. "Come outside with me," she murmured, eyes locking with his and the psychic pull trying to bind him to her will. Her fangs tested her lips as the man rose obediently. She slipped her arm through his and she lead him with her outside and towards the back of the building.
"Don't mind me now, I'm only going to kill you," she said, smiling sweetly. "You don't mind, I'm sure."
The man said nothing, head bending willingly as she pushed it aside, ready to sink her fangs into his neck. Before she could bite down she gagged, choking, spitting up her own blood onto him. He'd stabbed his hand through her chest.
"You talk too much," the man said, twisting his hand inside her chest and touching her heart. "And your attacks are weak."
He pulled his arm back suddenly, and the heart went with it. Lamia crumpled to the ground, dead with a scream in her throat and blood dribbling out her mouth. The man dropped the heart, unimpressed.
"What does the boy see in vampires," the man asked himself, stepping over the body and heading back to a motel in the distance. "Not bright, not bright at all."
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