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 Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 5:44 pm
CHAPTER FOUR
I was in the dark. Back in the place I had thought I escaped forever. My heart was broken, as were my bones. All I had was my prayer that somehow, he’d get me out of here. The ring on my finger fed that prayer.
I could hear someone calling me, his name for me. “Willow…!” Distant but growing ever closer. He was coming!
“Simon!” I tried to scream, but I couldn’t get my voice to work. He kept calling me, getting further away. A sharp pain pierced my chest, straight into my heart. The pang of loss filled me to my very brow. I wanted to cry, to scream, but I couldn’t. I was lost, alone. And trapped.
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Doug had given her some medication to help she sleep. He said she’d be sound but she was just the opposite. She cried out, twisting in ways that would cause most people pain, calling out a name every so often. But it was too mumbled for me to understand, it almost sounded like Simon. Simon?
I dozed on the other sofa, just to help calm her down quicker if needed. The folder still rested on the floor, forgotten. The sun, behind the thick, closed curtains, adding no light to the room.
I wanted to rest my eyes, but I couldn’t. I was way too wound up from the event of this week catching up to me. There was no doubt in my mind that Willow felt the same, if not worse.
I notice her stirring sometime in the afternoon. Her eyes jerked around under her eyelids. She started panting, gasping for air. Her eyes shot open and darted around the room. She noticed me for a moment before shutting her eyes and whispering something comforting to herself. After she felt comfortable and calm, she attempted to sit up, only earning a hiss from the pain.
“Stay down.” I said quietly. “You should try not to move for a few hours.” I stood and knelt on the floor next to her. “Why didn’t you say something? You must’ve known about it…?”
She shrugged. “I forgot about it. I honestly didn’t realize how bad it was. I would’ve said something; I thought it was just sore.”
“When’s the last time you fed?” I asked, earning myself a look of much confusion. “I’ll take you out after the sun sets.”
“Why?” She asked.
“Fresh blood keeps us strong. Keeps any injury from getting too far out of hand. And it can help you fight for yourself.”
“Ladies don’t fight.”
“Now they do.”
“Well then they aren’t proper ladies. Proper ladies do not engage in pointless violence.”
“You sound like my mother…”
“Your mother was a smart woman.”
“Yea…It makes me wonder why I never listened to her.” I said quietly. All she did was smile softly. God, I loved her smile… “Who’s Simon?” I asked, daringly. I didn’t even know if that was really his name. But by the look on her face, it was. She looked at me in shock, before her eyes darkened with unnatural hate.
“Where did you hear that name?” She demanded.
“You said it…in your sleep.”
“None of your concern.” She said sternly. “He’s been dead for over a hundred years.”
“Were you and your father arguing about him?”
“He has nothing to do with any of this. Let it go.”
“By nature, I can’t.” I said, shaking my head slightly. “May I take a guess?”
“You’ll never give up, will you?” She commented; her voice straining against itself.
“One of the reasons I’m good at my job.”
“If you must, you may. I’m curious as to what you think anyhow.”
“I think Simon was your lover. And that you two were going to get married. But you couldn’t because your father wanted better for you. That’s probably what you and your father were arguing about…”
“Why, or do you not have the part figured out yet.”
“Most likely, Simon was not of your class; a townsperson. How wrong am I?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 5:50 pm
I couldn’t believe my ears. In a matter of moments, he had figured out my whole life. My entire relationship with Simon. It shouldn’t have been possible… but he did it. What else could he know…?
“H…how did you know?” I asked in disbelief.
“It’s not all that difficult to read you. Your face is like an open book to me.” He stated with a chuckle. “How do you feel?”
“Tired. Weak.” She resolved, sighing. “The normal…”
“Try to get some more rest. It’ll help you heal.” I said softly, pushing her hair out of her face. She cringed slightly before smiling and lying back down. Her eyes closed with exhaustion. I stood and turned away from her, heading towards the kitchen.
“Dom?” She called, wearily.
“Yea?” I responded, turning to face her.
“Thank you, for everything.” She expressed as she slipped into a peaceful-looking unconsciousness.
As soon as I knew she wasn’t waking up any time soon, I walked over to the refrigerator and yanked out a bag of A+, ripped it open, and drank the damn thing dry. The feeding and everything that’s happened in the past few days has left me ravenous. And the pint of blood of blood didn’t quench it.
I didn’t know how long I could take it. As awful as it was and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I’ve yearned for her since the moment I saw her elegant blue eyes. God, I felt awful… She’s been through so much and all I can think about is how intensely I wanted to be with her. I was such a fool.
I messed up in this chapter... I'll fix it another day. The first few lines are in Willow's POV but it ends in Dom's. Just go with it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 5:56 pm
CHAPTER FIVE
As soon as the sun went down, I was being put into odd clothing that felt too short to be appropriate. As I changed, Dom opened the curtains in the Foyer, filling it in dim lighting. As I stepped out of the bedroom, I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the stars, even just through the glass. I had to resist the urge to run outside and spin beneath them with my head back.
Dom had said nothing as he watched me; I could feel his stares as I watched the stars. He was probably surprised by the awkward length of the skirt he had me put on. It barely touched my knees, the stockings stopping mid-calf. The shirt was tight and had no sleeves, but I loved the colors. Dark reds and blues within a black base. In my previous life, I was forbidden to wear such dreary colors as they were not becoming of a young lady.
Beneath my top, my chest still ached but I couldn’t complain, I could move around freely. Unfortunately, Dom was taking my newly healed self and, my nonexistent feeding habits, out for a little teaching on how to properly feed from humans. Also unfortunate, because of my unique fledgling qualities, stored blood wouldn’t sustain me for more than a few hours.
Back in the care, he put me, taking me back to the “club” Gina and I had visited the other night. This time, there was a lot more people and the music was so loud, it looked as though it pulsed through the air. Everything was moving to the beat; I was even considering it. But Dom had said, “After you feed, you can dance.” which gave me move of a reason to finish this feeding thing quickly.
He led me to a back corner table and sat me down. I didn’t know what I was doing, so I just sat there with him standing next to me. I watched the people move about, the blood within them filling the air with its sweet scent. As beautiful as it was to watch, I felt extremely out of place. People kept staring at me, some with hungry eyes, but then moved away quickly. Dom probably scared them; I couldn’t blame them. I felt exposed and vulnerable, threatened. It took everything in me to stay sitting and not run out the door.
One male came over and didn’t move, just stood there, transfixed on something, mesmerized. Dom took my arm and led me out, with the man on our heels, into an alleyway behind the club. It was dark and dirty, there were no lights. Not even the moon shone in here. The man stood quietly against a wall, not moving a muscle. “Take his vein. Once you do, your instincts will take over.” Dom spoke in a quiet tone, as not to disturb the hypnotized man. “You’ll know what to do.” He promised.
I back away slowly from the man and away from Dom; to stop with my back against the dead end. “No…”
“You must. It’s never easy the first time and I’m here to help you get through it. But you need fresh blood.”
“I can’t…. I can’t hurt him.”
“He won’t feel it until he wakes up tomorrow morning. And even then, it will only feel like a stiff muscle.”
“I’ll remember it, though.” I said firmly. “I’ll remember everything he doesn’t.
“Willow… don’t do this right now. Just take his vein.” He said with a pleading tone.
“No.”
Dom stalked forward, an angry look on his face. The look was enough to almost physically back me into a corner. With a hand on the walls beside me, I was boxed in, trapped, with no escape. Terror nearly consumed me. “You need blood, or you’ll die, plain and simple.” He stated harshly, before his face and tone softened. “I know you’re scared about this. About everything. It’s all so new to you. I get that. And I’m sorry about everything that’s happened to you. But this has to be done. Until your system matures to the point where it should be by now, there’s no choice.”
“I can’t hurt him, Dom. I really can’t.”
“He won’t be hurt. He won’t even feel it until tomorrow. I promise”
“No… Can’t I just feed off of you for awhile?” His eyes widened slightly, his body grew rigid. “I remember feeding last night. Vaguely, but the memory’s there. I remember the blood; it was so sweet, like honey.”
“That was an emergency situation. It shouldn’t have happened.” I felt a pang in my heart that appeared from unknown origins. Perhaps my chest wasn’t as healed as we both thought. “You don’t need vampire blood, Willow. You need untainted human blood and his is the cleanest in the club.”
“I… no.”
“You life in important right now. And it’s my job to protect you life in any way I can. If I let him go back into the club as is, I wouldn’t be doing my job. If I have to, I’ll slice his vein for you. But that gets messy.” He dropped his arms and stepped away from me, pulling a small flip-blade-thingy out of his pocket.
I gasped my hands over my mouth. “Don’t…” I whispered.
“Then feed.”
I took a deep breath and took many small, shaky steps towards the guy, until I was in front of him. With on hand on my shoulder and on his bicep, to balance myself, I stood on my tiptoes. A minor pause later, I opened my mouth and sank my fangs into his neck.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 5:59 pm
Watching her feed was like watching a porno. You may have seen it all before, but you still get the same rush from it.
For a vampire, feeding was an arousing necessity; you really couldn’t help but feel the intimacy from the whole damn thing. This is part of the reason I chose to live on blood bags.
It was hard to look away but, at the same time, it was hard to watch. The guy was getting off on the exhilarating rush feed always gave. That should be me… A voice in my head claimed. Oh wait, it was my voice. That should be me! I thought as my fist clenched, my teeth ground, fangs elongated, and feeling ready to kill something. Oh yea… I had it bad. Something in my head decided she was mine.
Willow moved away from the guy after a few agonizing minutes, blood covering her mouth and her cheeks were flushed. “I… I don’t know how to stop the bleeding.” She said quietly, gesturing to the guy’s still bleeding neck. “Please…”
Against my will, I moved over to the guy and lowered my face to his neck. To heal a vampire bite, you need vampire saliva, or else it will continue to bleed until one runs out of blood. Can you think of which I wanted for this human? Still, I licked the human’s neck (another reason to drink out of blood bags) and sealed the wound. He dropped like a stone on to a mound of garbage.
Willow, the angel she is, attempted to aid him but made herself so dizzy that she practically landed with him in the trash.
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When the man fell, it was a natural instinct to try and help him. But, sadly, my body had other plans for my. All in an instant, everything became fuzzy before going black. When I came about, I was on the ground, curled in Dom’s arms. What happened? I thought, lifting my head slightly.
“You passed out. Moving too quickly after feeding will do that.” Dom stated quietly. I felt him shift under me. "We should get moving. Sunrise is in an hour. Can you walk?"
I nodded slowly, glancing at the garbage. “Where did he go?” I asked as Dom helped me up. I didn’t even see him stand.
“He woke up, saw us, and left. Didn’t wonder about why we were on the ground.” He replied, shaking his head. “Humans,” He spat. “They never see past their own needs. Come on,” He said, changing the subject, “Let’s get out of her before we both fry.” He wrapped his arm around my waist, supporting my weight, and helped me to his car.
“Do you ever miss being human?” I inquired as he got onto the road and headed back to his apartment.
“Not really.”He remarked. “I barely remember my human life anymore.”
Was that the life in store for me? To forget my upbringing as a normal person? I hoped not; those memories were all I had left of my mother and my father. And of Simon.
Oh god, I ached to be with him. Even though it was impossible, he was dead; I wanted to see him one last time. My heart broke each and every time I remember he was gone. Perhaps my heart died with him. It was truly his, after all.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 6:04 pm
I could see her falling apart beside me, though there was nothing I could do to ease her pain. I knew who she was thinking about. She was thinking about the scumbag, Simon. Damnit, I hated that name. I hated the agony he cause her, the lies he told her. I hate that she believe them. And as much as I didn’t want to, I knew I had to be the one to inform her of his lies. I smothered a sigh, knowing it was going to be a long day.
Once we got back to the house, I helped her inside and went around, shutting all the blinds. The sun was moments from rising over the horizon. I could feel its burning rays on my skin as I closed the last blind. But I didn’t focus on pain from that; I focused more on the task at hand.
“Willow, can I talk to you for a minute?” I implored. She nodded and sat on the edge of the couch, her hands in her lap. She looked stunningly delicate, with her large, crystalline eyes. “I need to tell you something…” I started, running my hands through my hair, not meeting her gaze. “About 75 years ago, before I was even born, Gina met with someone who had known you. Gina met with Simon.”
Her eyes widened with joy at his name and I hid my curse. “He was alive? I thought he died long before. What did he say? Did he miss me?” She asked, her voice was full of excitement and sorrow at the same time.
“He was dying, so I don’t know how accurate his account is. But she asked him about you and he refused to even look at her. She persisted and he broke down, begging for forgiveness. He told her that he never looked for you, never intended to.” I admitted softly, sitting beside her and grasping her hand gently. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I could feel her heart breaking.
“No… No, he looked. He had to have looked. He loved me!” She shouted, standing abruptly, wrenching her hand from mind.
“Willow…” I sighed. “There’s more to the story, if you want to hear it.”
“There’s nothing more. You’re lying… You’re lying to me!” She screamed at me, backing from where I sat, tears running down her face.
“I wish I was. I really do. I wish I could say that none of this was true, but I can’t.” I had known this wasn’t going to be easy. But I never imagined… it dawned on me that, for her to accept that he never looked for her, it would mean accepting that he didn’t care for her.
And he hadn’t. He admitted to Gina that he was using her to raise his class status. He admitted that he never truly cared about her the way she loved him. And he knew that she loved him. It was part of his plan. He didn’t care.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 6:16 pm
CHAPTER SIX
Many hours after the news that I hadn’t been searched for, I lay on the bed in the chamber. My eyes had run dry from all the tears. My chest ached more than I ever thought possible. I was a wreck, I hated it.
God help me, I was lost, so lost. I wanted to believe that Simon loved me, that Dom was lying to me. But looking back, I saw the only lies were Simon’s. There was proof of it throughout our affair. The argument with my parents, the past 100+ years; it could’ve all been prevented if I had looked past his charming exterior and seen the real jerk he was.
After who-knows-how-long, I sat up. My head spun wild and my vision fuzzed for a moment before clearing. I looked at the clock on the bedside table, admiring that it showed me the time, seeing 2:30pm. The sun was still up.
I opened the door to the hall and stepped out, stealthily making my way down the hall. It was a straight shot from there to the front door. Dom was resting on the couch with his arm over his eyes. Not wanting to waste any time, I ran for the door.
“Willow?” Dom mumbled, moving his arm slightly. “Willow!” He shouted, bolting up from the couch and in my path, holding me inches from the door. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Let me go!” I expressed, struggling against his hold on me.
“Why? So you can go outside and kill yourself? Sorry, but I’m not about to let that happen.” He said, pushing me backwards slightly.
“Let. Me. Go.” I whispered, my voice sounding horse and darker than anything I thought I could manage.
“No.” Dom crossed his arms in front of his chest, not only looking fierce, but trying to change my mind, something my father always did. It wasn’t going to work, though; his stance enraged me. I ran at him, smashing into him and sent us both toppling over. I ended up sprawled on top of him and before I have a chance to get up and continue, Dom flipped us both over, his knees beside my hips and his hands on my shoulders, pinning me. “If you really wanted to kill yourself, you should’ve walked. Running always makes noise.” He whispered, his voice was cold, as her his eyes. It made my shiver. “You have a second chance at life here. Are you really going to throw it away because some guy got greedy?”
I stayed silent as he shifted, sitting beside me now. I was staring up at the ceiling, refusing to look at him. “If you’re truly bound and determined to step out into that sunlight, I can’t stop you.” Sorrow penetrated his voice, causing it to break. I stood slowly, heading for the door, feeling his eyes on me. My hand was outstretched, barely touching the doorknob, when my knees gave out. I sank onto my knees, grasping the knob, sobbing. Dom came over and knelt beside me, pealing my hand off the knob. “I can’t do it…It hurts so badly.” I sobbed as he gently pulled me close to him, letting me cry on his chest. “I can’t handle this. Everything hurts…”
“I know.” He cooed, rocking me back and forth softly. “Give yourself time. You heart will heal. All pain fades if you let it.” He promised, rubbing my shoulder. I didn’t realize till then that I was shaking.
After some time, my tears stopped, along with the shaking. “Willow, look at me.” Dom said. I lifted my head slowly, suddenly exhausted, and rested it on his shoulder. “There is strength inside of you that you haven’t touched yet. But you’re so close…and when you do finally touch it, you’ll be unstoppable. Nothing and no one will dare try to hold you down. It’s there. And until you find it, I’ll help you in any possible way I can. You have to hang in there, though. I’m willing to help keep you strong. Just hang on…”
“For how long?” I asked, sounding small and mousy. How long would he help me? Would he give up on me?
“How ever long it takes.” He whispered.
I love this part! Every time I read it, I cry. It's so beautiful!
Ignore me, I'm love cheesy stuff. This is the end of what I've got typed...and written.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:13 pm
As Willow smiled her soft, sweet smile, I know my heart would’ve been racing if it still beat. And she would’ve been able to feel it, no doubts about that. And it took everything I had not to lean down and kiss her right then and there. She didn’t need that though; not with this mess she’s been handed. Which reminded me… “Willow, I have to ask you something. And you can say no. It’s not something you have to go along with, this time.” I knew I was stalling but I didn’t want to ask. And I was very confused when she began giggling. “What?” I asked, surprised.
“Just ask, Dom. No need for theatrics.” She said simply. It was like looking at a completely different girl. Her eyes were still red, being the only sign of the suicidal rampage that had just taken place. It was incredible.
“The Order wants someone to talk to you, to get an account of the events that took place…” My voice failed me. I cleared my throat and tried again. “They’ve asked me to bring you down to the California branch.” I said, finding a lovely piece of carpet to look at.
“I have the feeling that them asking means they ordered. It’s not my choice, is it?” Her voice wavered slightly.
“I’m making it your choice.” I commented sternly, sounding surer than I felt. “I’m not going to let them make you do anything you aren’t ready to do.”
“And what will they do if I refuse?” She asked, her body growing very tense.
I just shook my head, smiling. “Then I’ll deal with them. Relax.” I told her, stroking her hair away from her eyes.
“Dom…Can I ask you something?” She asked, resting her head on my shoulder. She looked tired, but she always seemed to be exhausted
“Anything.”
“Why do you do so much for me?” She asked, her tone grew serious.
“It’s my job.” I wanted to tell her that I cared. Hell, I wanted to scream it to the clouds. And it killed to see that moment of hurt cross her face.
She shook her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine. “If it were just a job, you wouldn’t still be holding me right now.” And she got me. My eyes widened, and I felt completely out in the open, vulnerable. It was an odd turn of events. “If you tell me I’m wrong, I’ll know you’re lying.” She said, smiling at me. She kissed my cheeks and I completely froze. The ‘I can’t feel my limbs.’ sort of froze. She laughed and stood up, helping me up as well. “I’ll go see them. Talk to them. Tell them everything I’ve told you.” She said, reminding me of that whole situation.
I nodded, smiling at her. I was in a daze from the simple kiss to my cheek. She smiled back before turning and walking down the hall, into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on as I slumped down on the couch. Pulling out my phone, I called and left a message at the branch saying we were going to head down after the sun set.
Just typed this up, It kind of sucks... but it's something.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 11:47 pm
My mind was spinning so fast, that by the time I was out of the water and in a towel, I couldn’t see straight. I had to sit on the ground, my back against the bathtub for a few moments. The blood was rushing to my head so fast, my eardrums were blaring. And for the normal occurrence of my new life, I was clueless. I got myself into a situation that I couldn’t handle…story of my life.
Dom was right, I couldn’t give up. I was brought up better than that. I just had to keep going, not matter how hard it got. Taking a deep breath, I stood. Every muscle hurt, but I made my way to the chamber. Slowly but I still made it and I still got dressed. I was very proud that I could do it alone and without him telling me what went where. I was learning. That alone gave me reason to smile and want to keep going.
Still, leaving the room made me hesitate. I didn’t know what to do when I saw Dom. I practically made him admit he cared for me. And now I was confused and still hurting from Simon. But I was happy I didn’t have to deal with him in the midst of this mess. Even though he broke my heart, and got me into all of this, I still loved him.
As I stepped out of the room, I heard a voice coming from the living room. Dom was on the phone-thingy with someone.
“I don’t think you understand….No, sir. But…. She’s extremely unstable, sir. It doesn’t take much to trigger a breakdown in her…. A few mild ones and one that was enough to raise some pretty big alarms…. Crystal clear, sir.” There was a snap, a soft thud, a groin and silence. I walked down the hall and sat beside him on the couch. “At least you aren’t trying to run out the door again.” He commented, playing with my wet hair. “We still have a while before we can head to the branch. What do you want to do?” He asked me.
I shrugged, ignoring what I'd just heard him say about me to someone he called 'Sir'. “What are my options?”
“Very limited, I’m afraid. We could watch TV… and that’s pretty much it for entertainment around here.”He said, his voice sounding very apologetic.
“What’s TV?” I asked, curious and confused by the letters becoming a word and activity. He picked up a black rectangle from the table and hit a button. The box a few feet away lit up and pictures played across the screen. “Is it magic?” I asked, leaning closer to it, my eyes wide with wonder.
“Not exactly. It’s just a box that you can watch stuff on.” He said, scratching his head. “I don’t know how to explain it, actually.”
“It’s incredible!” I exclaimed, “This is, I believe, the best thing I’ve seen since I was found.” Dom handed me the black rectangle and told me which buttons to hit to change the channel. Looking at the thing he called a remote, I hit the button that read ‘Guide’ and a screen appeared with a lot of words I didn’t quite understand.
My last update for tonight. For some reason, this one just keeps me wanting to write. I haven't stopped. Sorry RPF, I like this one more >.< I'll work on The Edge more tomorrow.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 11:21 am
Watching her with the remote was entertainment enough, I forgot about the TV completely. I’ll admit it was fun watching her struggle with the buttons and commands. She found something after a five-minute war with the remote, which had us both laughing. It was some weird scifi movie. Aliens, I think. I wasn’t really paying attention. Not long after, she laid herself on the couch; her head resting on my leg. I couldn’t tell if she stayed awake or not but, personally, I was perfectly ok with this situation. And I wished time would freeze.
But it never does. Looking at my watch, I could tell the sun was setting. Which meant we had to leave for the branch once the rays were below the horizon. “Willow? You still awake?” I asked softly, shaking her gently. She moaned and rolled onto her back. Her eyes were still closed but she was smiling. Either it was a very good dream, or she was awake. “Wake up.” I said, taking the remote from her hand and turning off the TV.
“No.” She protested, opening one eye slightly.
“Well, you kind of have to.” I commented, smiling.
“Who says?” She challenged, opening both eyes.
“The clock says.”
“Nope, clocks don’t talk.” She commented, sitting up.
I stood and held out my hand, “You are a very silly woman. Do you know that?”
“I do now.” Taking my hand, she stood and tripped over her own feet, falling into me. “Sorry…My foot is still asleep.” She said, looking down.
“It’s quite alright.” I assured her. “If you don’t mind me asking, while we wait for your foot to awake up, why did you pick the name Willow?”
“It was a nickname I grew up with. Everything thought I looked like a Weeping Willow with my hair over my face. And I guess I always seemed sad.” She responded, shrugging slightly. “And I always liked Willow more.” She smiled, her mind clearly back in her past. In a way, I thought she was lucky. She could still remember being human. True, the memories weren’t the greatest. But they were there. “It’s awake.” She said, drawing me out of my thought process.
“We should go, then. They’re waiting.”
A short filler section. Nothing special. Enjoy! Six whole chapters!
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 10:51 pm
CHAPTER SEVEN
With Gina driving and Dom seated beside her, I sat staring out the window, watching the world go by. We were outside the city now, surrounded by trees. It was nice, being in the quiet and the dark. Not the same type of dark and quiet I lived in before; that was shrouded in fear and foreboding. This is peaceful and safe, a relaxing reminder that the danger was behind me, for the time being.
Everyone in the car was silent for the whole ride. Dom looked lost in though and very worried. I couldn’t see Gina’s face but her body was tense. Neither of them wanted me to go, that much I could tell. But I couldn’t understand why and they didn’t respond when I questioned them.
We arrived at a large, stone building with very few windows, for understandable reasons. It was covered in vines and surrounded by large oak trees. It had a menacing presence to me, it sent chills through my bones.
Gina stopped the car and turned it off. The moon was being the building, leaving us no light. No one moved a muscle. Gina’s looked frozen, her hands were still gripping the wheel with bleach white knuckles. Dom has his eyes closed with his hand pinching the bridge of his nose. “Are we waiting for something?” I asked, leaning forward slightly.
“No.” Dom snapped, turning to look at me, sharply. He visibly softened, smiling his charming half smile that made me feel butterflies in my stomach. “No, we’re not waiting.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 9:38 am
I didn’t want her to go inside. There was no damn reason for her to, considering I’d given them everything she told me. They seemed to only want to torture her and she didn’t seem to know or care about it.
“Let’s go, Dom.” Gina said, opening her door and climbing out. Willow followed, as did I and, in silence, we walked inside the building.
The inside was as lavishly decorated as a five-star hotel. The high ceiling resembled a dark version of the Sistine Chapel with demons in the place of angels and a fiery background of hell. Cast iron chandeliers hung, creating an interesting atmosphere. The walls were a bronze color, covering elegant molding. It was like a demonic fortress, only less impressive. “Good evening, sir and madams. Can I be of service to you?” A secretary asked, standing and bowing her head respectively. Willow curtsied in response, confusing the woman.
“We have a meeting.” Gina said, placing a hand on Willow’s shoulder. Her tone was serious, all business now.
“Of course, madam.” The secretary is a button on her desk, unlocking a door across the room. The door itself gave a soft click and opened slightly. “Through that door, if you will. They’re waiting for you, Willow.”
Gina removed her hand and took a step back. “You must go alone, my dear.” She mumbled, grabbing my arm and holding me in place. Willow nodded and walked toward the door.
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