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Post by Allura Hall I on Nov 16, 2006 9:22:35 GMT 1
Allura had wanted to go out for once...most of her time running, she hadn't done much for relaxing and having fun. She had been more worried about making sure that her family didn't find her and then dodging a few creatures here and there. The whole thing still frightened her at times. She was still new to the paranormal scene and when she saw things out of the ordinary, it usually nearly frightened her out of her skin. But she was slowly getting adjusted. Or at least she had been trying to.
Tonight, she wore a long dark grey silk skirt that hung down to her ankles, but was slitted up her left thigh. For once, she was being a little bold and not as conservative as she was taught to be. Her family had been fairly strict about teaching her how to be a lady, and how to become a good wife. That was all they cared about, was getting her hitched to a proper man that could take care of her. She had hated it, but lessons were drilled into her head and habits were hard to break.
With the skirt, she wore a simply spagetti strapped black top and dressy black heeled sandles graced her feet. Upon looking at her, she was tiny and almost doll like...her height only being 5'0 and her limps petite, making her look rather fragile. Pale blue grey eyes peeked through thick black lashes set against pale porcelin like flesh. Long onyx waves hung down well past her waist and when she curled up , her hair could almost hide her small frame, as it was as thick as it was long.
She had found herself wandering this night and had come upon the slightly crowded bar, music thrumming with bass from within it, sending out the beat into the night air. She was only eighteen, and she tended to look far younger, so when she pulled out her ID for the man in the front, he frowned at her, as if unsure as to weither or not to believe her. BUt the ID was proof, so he let her by.
She let her eyes wander over the crowds and soon, the throbbing mass of bodies were shoving her about, almost making her lose her footing. She struggled to stay standing, to keep her balance and she finally made her way to the bar, her hands reaching out to steady herself against the counter top. Her small frame had more than one disadvantage and sometimes she despised it. She climbed up unto the barstool, her legs swinging gently above the floor as she stared intently at the bartender, waiting patiently until they came over to her. When they finally did, it took her a few tries to tell them that she wanted a coke, for she was rather soft spoken and the club was rather loud. Finally, they got the order and slide it to her. She pulled out a few bills and slid it to the bartender, adding in a couple of bucks for the trouble they had had just trying to hear her order. Slender fingers pulled the coke to her and she leaned in, hair shifting forward around her pale face as she took in the cool liquid, thankful for the carbonation, because it helped to settle her stomach, which was in knots. She wasn't used to crowds and she started to wonder if coming in here was such a good idea.
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Post by Enkril Hall on Nov 20, 2006 5:14:26 GMT 1
He was getting closer. He could feel it. All this time spent searching for her, asking strangers if they spotted her, following unconfident hints, prowling the streets for a sign, any sign…all of it would finally pay off. Enkril had tracked down a woman in clothing store who claimed to have sold a skirt to a young girl (“a child,” the woman had called her, apparently the woman had only gotten a passing glance and made assumptions from her height and delicate build. “Child”.) with the longest black hair she said she ever saw. And so Enkril had been haunting the area all day, but came up empty handed. Patience. If there was one thing he knew he could count on, one thing he could pride himself on, it was his immense patience. Because with patience, he knew, came rewards. And he’d be damned if he didn’t get what he had earned.
But, every once in a while, his patience ran thin. Every once in a while, his patience cruelly abandoned him and left him scrambling for a foothold. (Like that time with the boy who Allura killed moments later. Like that time like that time—) And then…
He had come to this bar for two reasons. One, it was one of the last places he hadn’t searched yet. Two, he didn’t want patience to leave him. He needed to soothe his fraying nerves. All this difference was getting to his head. Different places, different people, different voices, different words—everything was different. This certainly wasn’t France, and although he caught some familiar words here and there, these people certainly were not speaking French. He had learned English while in school and considered himself excellent at it (after all, what was the point in learning something if you didn’t aim to perfect it?), but these people weren’t speaking English either. At least, they were not speaking English as he knew it. They could understand his English, but he had to struggle to make head or tail of theirs. (Patience)
The loud, thudding music, however, did very little to sooth him. As did the swarm of sweaty bodies spilling over the dance floor and knocking into him. He made his way through the crowd and to the bar table. Perhaps if he could get a seat and from there be able to get a clear view of—
Long, thick black hair hanging down nearly past the barstool. Long, thick, unmistakable black hair. Clinging to the soft curves of her back, falling over her small face, embracing her like a lover. It was her. It was Allura. And yet…at the same time it wasn’t her. Long skirt, yes, but no one said anything about the slit that ran up the entire length of her leg, exposing a line of creamy white thigh. A black top with thin straps that hugged her tiny shoulders and showed off her arms. The Allura he had grown older with was too shy to show even a patch of skin. And here she was, miles from home and dressed like…that. It occurred to him then how easy it would be for one of these stumbling bodies to slip a hand under that cut in her skirt and he felt a burning need to take her away from here and protect her (“child”).
But first thing was first. He had to approach her for the first time in nearly two years.
Enkril slowly walked up behind her and sat down at the free bar stool next to her where he could catch those flashing blue eyes which remained intense when the rest of her body appeared fragile.
“Allura,” he said softly, and oh, how good it felt to say that word. Yes, his reward for his patience. That one word. Allura. So satisfying that he felt the urge to say nothing else. Just leave it at that word. He nearly smiled without moving his lips. Not so much smug as amused. Not so much gloating as curious. “You look…different.”
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Post by Allura Hall I on Nov 20, 2006 20:51:59 GMT 1
Allura was curled into herself, trying to keep herself from being bumped into, or otherwise recieve a wandering hand, when she heard that voice. At first, she thought that it was her imagination, because she could have recognized that voice anywhere, even if she hadn't heard it in nearly two years. But when she turned those pale blue grey eyes towards the voice, her heart, she swore, stopped beating for a moment. Her breath caught in her throat and she sat there petrified for a moment. There was no way that her brother was sitting there, right next to her on the barstool. There was no way that he was staring at her, those same intense blue eyes into her own.
She found herself near stumbling off off the barstool, eyes wide, heart pounding inside her chest. He had definately...matured physically a bit more since she last seen him and from her 5'0 height, even him sitting, his stature was intimidating. The first thought was that her father had sent him to retrieve her. It seemed like something her father would do. But she was eighteen now, and in the US...but that wouldn't matter to him, if for some reason he wanted her back home. His and her mother's idea was to marry her off to some wealthy well to do man. Her family had always been old fashioned in thier beliefs and veiws. She had hated it...had hated the thought of just marrying some man that she didn't even really know. But that hadn't even been the reason why she had left. It was the magik...she knew they would find out eventually if she stayed and then what would they do with her? Had they found out anyway? Had James told them, even though he had said he wouldn't?
Fear overwelmed her...rushed her, making her chest tighten. She couldn't go back, she wouldn't. Suddenly, she was running, ducking underneath bodies, her small frame moving rather easily through the spaces between bodies. When she got outside, the cool air rushed her like a brick in the face. Had it been that warm in the club? Or maybe it was just her. She began to run again, though the sandals she wore didn't make it any easier. At lease maybe the mass of bodies might have slowed him down more than it did her. That at least, was what she hoped for. At first, she thought that she was running blindly, her feet slapping against pavement, but as her senses and logic came back, she could see that some things were familiar and she was unconciously heading towards her apartment. She was glad that her instincts had taken over...and she let them move her feet, her long onyx hair flying behind her as she ran, even as her mind, her thoughts were in chaos, wondering how her brother had found her, how he was there, what he wanted.
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Post by Enkril Hall on Nov 26, 2006 6:28:14 GMT 1
She had jumped from her barstool like a stricken dog and bolted out of the bar. And, just like that, in a moment of mere seconds, any chance at a decent reunion was shot. He hadn't really expected much of it anyway, come to think of it. Hadn't expected anything at all. Up until now, his entire being had been focused on the act of finding Allura, and now that he had her all he needed to do was keep her.
Which, as it turned out, he wasn't doing a very good job of.
She was small, but she was also quick, and in the crowded bar her height suddenly became an advantage as she slipped effortlessly through the sea of bodies. Enkril darted after her but had a harder time escaping the confines of the bar as the crowd threatened to trap him in. His eyes caught the flash of black hair threaded through the empty patches between moving bodies and he struggled to retrieve her. He hadn't come so far, searched for so long, and been so patient just to lose her again.
She left through the door and Enkril stumbled behind. Finally he burst our of the bar and the cold air rushed to meet him, stunning him at first but then soothing his hot skin and burning mind. The sound of quick feet caught his ears and he swerved around just in time to catch his sister’s fleeting figure.
She had had a good head start but her short legs betrayed her. She was quick. He was quicker. Enkril started after her at a steady clip and made sure to stay a distance so she would think she had lost him. It would be foolish on her part to think he had admitted defeat, however.
He waited until she looked more comfortable in her surroundings and slowed her pace slightly before he came up behind her. Years of sneaking around taught him how to be quick and quiet, strike like a mute snake. He grabbed her arm gently but firmly and turned her to face him. There. Now she couldn’t run. And she would be irrational to fight back. If there was one thing he knew about his Allura, it was that she was rational.
“No more running,” He said, his face close to hers, his voice like his touch. Gentle, but firm. “I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to help you. I want to talk to you now without forcing you to listen. Can I trust you not to run if I let you go?”
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Post by Allura Hall I on Nov 26, 2006 9:08:42 GMT 1
As she neared her apartment, she was fairly sure she had lost him. She was slowing her pace, because she wasn't sure if she could hold out that long on running. She was a healthy girl, but she was no athlete. She could feel her breath coming out hard from her lungs and it kind of hurt her ribs. Those pale blue grey eyes could see that she was near her apartment, that she was close. Suddenly, she felt strong fingers coil around her tiny arm firmly, turning her around and her eyes found Enkril's looming figure there before her and her heart hammered in her chest as her pale eyes widened underneath thick lashes. She could feel her breath catching in her throat before growing rapid, causing her chest to fall and rise with it, her body rigid and paralyzed like a deer in headlights. She couldn't run, he had her in his grip and she knew that he was stronger than her. She felt his face close to her own and a tremble of fear passed through her, even though his words seemed gentle, even though they promised to pain, instead help, she did not trust it. Her voice came out as small as she felt compared to him.
"In all truth, dear brother...you can not...I have ran far away from my family for a reason...did Father send you to find me, James? How did you find me here?"
She asked, the dread and fear growing thick knots into her stomach, making her chest tighten and her muscles stiffen. She wanted to be anywhere but here at the moment...she wished that instead of the powers of resurrection and death, that she had the powers to disappear. That would have been lovely at the moment...then she could have escaped him and kept herself hidden from her family, hidden from every one who had known her, with the ability to start a new life. But not her past was rushing up to get her and she was in it's grip with no where to go, literally. What good would it do to fight him, even if every fiber in her being told her to run. It wasn't only that she feared he might have been sent by thier father...but...what she had seen in his eyes all those years. There was something dark within him, something that had changed all those years ago. She could not put her finger on it...but she knew that he was capable of so many dark things, bad things. Even if she had never seen him do so. Something in her gut knew, knew that something was wrong. And it was that same gut feeling that wanted her to fight, to flee, even as her logical mind told her it was no use.
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Post by Enkril Hall on Nov 28, 2006 23:15:41 GMT 1
He couldn't help but admire her, frozen in his grasp. The way her wide blue eyes flashed with something akin to fear, the way her small chest rose and fell under the thin fabric of her shirt, the way stands of inky black hair had gone astray from her run and now drew soft lines down the milky skin of her face and neck. A little butterfly fluttering silently on a pin, beautiful in its last moments.
And then she spoke and all was lost. Her voice, that familiar sound which his ears had been too long empty of, had remained small but graceful, untouched by time. But as soothing as her voice, she had to ruin it, didn't she? Ruin it with her cold words. Sent by Father! It was enough to make him cringe inwardly. Was she really so blind? Had she truly not figured it out yet, that his life and hers had nothing to do with Father or Mother or any of them? They might as well have never existed. It was only Enkril and Allura who mattered now, only them who had always mattered.
And then she had to put salt in the wound, didn't she? With that name. The name which was no more a part of him than the family he had left behind. James was someone unfamiliar to him, someone who was weak and ignorant and trapped in that hell house. It was almost too easy to wonder if she didn't have access to his mind, if there wasn't a hidden flicker of cruelty under her sweet China doll's face...
Enkril drew her closer to him slightly rougher than he intended to, misjudging his own strength, though he kept his face and voice free from ill will.
"Father has nothing to do with my presence here,” he said. “I left them as you did and came here in search of you, my dear sister. Am I not your very brother? Must my appearance have some ulterior motive?” His eyes scanned her face and as though the answer to his questions had been found there he loosened his grip a bit but hardened his voice. “How I found you is not your concern. Just know that I have been searching for you ever since you abandoned our parent’s house. And I do not go by that name anymore, I respond to Enkril now.”
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Post by Allura Hall I on Nov 29, 2006 19:56:10 GMT 1
Could feel his gaze traveling down the length of her and it sent a small chill to crawl down her spine...it wasn't exactly brotherly, not really. Then something in his expression changed and the fear deepened. She could never tell what was going on his his head, not for a moment...though the things it seemed he thought...if to judge by his face...she shook the thoughts from her head. She gasped sharply, those pale blue grey eyes widening in fear as he suddenly drew her closer to him roughly, her body almost stumbling with it. "Yes..you could have other motives....and it is my buisness how you found me, I went through great lengthes to hide myself..." She hissed to him, her eyes still wide in fear. "Enkril? Why would you change your name, James?" She whispered, her eyes searching his face as if looking for an anwser that she could not find. Those long onyx locks fluttered about her pale porcelin doll like face as the wind whipped it up around her eyes, her long dark grey skirt rippling around her legs. She suddenly felt cold now, with so much of her skin abnormally bared this night. Why of all nights did it have to be cold on this one? Or maybe it was just her imagination. This had to be a trick..and even if he was not sent by her family, did she really want to be alone with him? Not really...not after seeing the look on his face those times...how he so calmly told her that he would help her bury the body, like it had been no big deal. The thought of that night sent another chill down her spine and in a moment of panic, she tried to jerk her arm from his grip, her muscles tense to run again.
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Post by Enkril Hall on Dec 1, 2006 2:50:52 GMT 1
She was struggling too much for his liking. Enkril wanted to be out of sight, wanted to able to sit with her, wanted her to trust him. But he couldn’t let go of her. He couldn’t trust her to trust him. She suddenly jerked roughly away from him as though to break for a run and he pulled her back quickly. This wasn’t working, this game of give-and-take.
"Allura," he said, setting his jaw. "I am not going to stop searching for you, so what is the point in running? And despite the great lengths you may have taken to hide yourself, I took great lengths to finds you. I have no connections with Father any longer. I am as separated from the family as you are."
Enkril paused for a moment to look at his sister's face. It reminded him then of that time when she had sucked the life from that boy's body. It held the same confusing and fear, but the same striking vulnerability was diluted this time with a spark of independence. He began speaking again, this time his voice held a softer tone.
"I changed my name because I could no longer associate myself with them. I wanted to be completely free of their world, as you did. You of all people should understand that. And now, we both have run away, dear sister. So why should we have to be lost and alone when we can be together and help each other? This place isn't like home. There are strange things you don't understand, dangerous things. I can protect you from them. We can learn from one another."
And then, against his better judgment, he released her arm from his grasp. But some dogs needed to feel dirt under their feet before the leash could be pulled in tighter.
"Go on then, if you still wish to run. But if you don't want to hide anymore and live in fear of those around you and of our family, you will lead me to your house where we can continue our conversation."
Then he let his arm fall to his waist and looked her directly into those deep blue eyes.
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Post by Allura Hall I on Dec 2, 2006 5:29:47 GMT 1
Let out a sharp cry as she felt him yank her arm back and she stumbled a little, but caught herself quickly. Wide pal blue grey eyes peered up at him as he spoke and she was shaking her head slowly before she even realized it. She knew what she had seen and heard that night...that coldness there, that darkness. She didn't want to be alone with her brother, not for a moment. She had just begun to start her new life, she wanted nothing to do with her family now, especially him...he scared her.
When his voice softened, she knew what he said, but to her, something about it seemed wrong about them, although she could not put her finger on it. That night, he had shown apart of himself that she hadn't wanted to see, hadn't wanted to know. She knew it was there, even though his words seemed so gentle and made her hesitate. Then suddenly, he let her arm go and she nearly stumbled again with the surprising lift of pressure on her arm. She was stunned into petrified silence for a few long moments, his words echoing in her head. Lead him to her house? The very thought of it unsettled her. Then he would know how to find her and she'd have to move again. No....no she couldn't do that, she didn't trust her family and she didn't trust him, even though his words were meant to be comforting. Her chest rose and fell in rapid breathes, her heart thumping hard in her ears and she sore that he could hear it as well. Suddenly, she whirled around and started running again. Her apartment was close....could she lose him? She would try. If worse came to worse and things got out of hand, she could always call the police, couldn't she? She continued through the streets, darting in and out of the shadows, sharp around corners. Finally, her apartment...or rather, it was a rented house came into veiw and she darted into the darkness of her back yard and her fingers were fumbling for her keys. She didn't even know if she had lost him or not, but she hoped she had. Her hands were shaking as she pulled the house keep out and slipped it into the backdoor and slipped inside, shutting and locking the door behind her, then rushing through the house towards the front door to lock it.
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Post by Enkril Hall on Dec 9, 2006 23:19:41 GMT 1
She had disappointed him. Perhaps he had overestimated her intelligence. Perhaps she had lost too much of herself in the fear and paranoia which must have plagued her for the past few years. Nevertheless, he was disappointed in the choice she had made. Oh...dear sister...is that your answer, then? Very well.
Enkril's eyes followed her as she quickly ran around the corner and out of sight. He followed close behind, but not close enough to be spotted. She was trying to lose him, winding through the dark streets and taking sharp turns. He often was only able to catch the sight of her long black hair as it stole away into another shadow or down another crooked street. Every so often he would turn down an alley to find nothing but emptiness and panic would burn like acid in his blood. (Patience patience patience). But then...the sound of her sandals slapping would reach his ears and like a bloodhound hot on the fox's trail he shot off after her.
Finally she came to a halt in front of a dark house and hurried to the door. Enkril stepped back into the shadows and watched her frantically open the door and rush inside.
At least now he knew where she lived. But he wasn't satisfied. Tonight hadn't gone well at all. It had gone dreadfully, in fact. He may not have expected much from her, but he certainly had expected more that this. He was a fool, a fool. Now he would never be able to approach her without her running away. For all he knew, she could be in there packing her bags and getting ready to run away again and he could have to start once more from scratch. How many more years would he lose? Two more? Three? Ten? Now that she knew he was behind her she would be more cautious, she would find new ways of avoiding him. How long would he keep on her trail? He wanted this searching and sneaking around to be over. He had found her, after two years, he had found her. And now he wanted it to be over. He wanted what he had spent all this time looking for. He was tired of (patience) waiting.
And then...he saw the one thing that could make this night worth its trouble. A neighbor had been sitting on her porch and had seen Allura rush inside, and now she stood from her chair and looked concerned.
If Allura wouldn't willingly trust him, he would have to find someone she might trust. All he had to fear now was that she may have lost the ability to trust all together. And maybe it was better that way. But he had seen the helplessness that lay behind the determination in her eyes. She was not as strong as she wanted to be.
Enkril would have to resort to doing something he very often tried to refrain from doing because it cost him so much energy. But he'd be damned if he didn't take the chance.
The neighbor was a young woman with dark hair to match her skin and soft brown eyes. Most importantly, someone who looked like she could be trusted.
Enkril, despite his tall frame, was excellent at making himself silent and invisible. The end of the neighbor's cigarette burned red once more before it fell to her feet and she grinded her heel into it. Just at that moment Enkril came up from behind without a sound, one strong arm around her waist and his free hand covered her mouth.
"Shhh," he cooed softly into her ear as he felt her body struggle against his own (butterfly). Long strands of her black hair brushed his face and she attempted to speak through his fingers. But she was so fragile, like Allura, he didn't even need to draw a weapon, and it was not as though he would have anyway. Instead he opened the neighbor's door and pulled her inside her own house, never once loosening his hold. The neighbor's home was warm and the smell of tea was alive in the air. Enkril couldn't recall a moment when the house he had left in France was fragranced with tea. He wondered absently if the smell of tea was the difference between a house and a home.
The neighbor had stopped trying to speak and now simply trembled in his arms. "I'm not here to harm you," he said softly in the same voice he had used with Allura moments ago and he slowly took his hand from the neighbor's mouth and turned her around to face him. Her eyes were wide but free of tears. She was filled with fear but nevertheless looked him in the eyes.
"Sit down," he told her, motioning to her couch. She did so without a word and kept her shaking hands in her lap. He sat next to her and looked into the wide brown eyes. And then...he felt that rushing in his body...his own eyes fell shut...
A certain disconnectedness, like being split in two but only conscious of one half. One lives, the other becomes indifferent, dies. Muscles becoming weak, useless, and then...like being cut from a falling sunken ship and rising to the surface, gasping for the first breath of air. He rose from his body and felt an indescribable freedom; true, untainted freedom, as though he could go anywhere, do anything. But this was not about freedom. This was about the neighbor. He felt her soul and nudged it hard, loosening and unhinging it, pushing it aside. And then he fit himself into her, filling out her body, pouring into her fingers, her toes. She was smaller than him and he felt cramped, claustrophobic. Shake it off, adjust to the feeling, adjust to the body.
He opened her eyes. His own body sat on the couch with a bowed head as though asleep. Enkril stood on her legs and took a few steps to get comfortable with being closer to the ground. Her skin was soft, her lips were chapped slightly from the cold and now burned where his own fingers had been. Her breasts were small and so not entirely hard to cope with. Her long skirt brushed her legs and tickled him. He shifted through her mind and found her name was Nastasia. She was twenty-five, lived her occasionally alone and occasionally with her lover, and had recently been wondering whether she could work an extra shift and make enough money to pay next weeks rent. She hated dogs, loved God, wanted to be a better gardener, craved her lover's tongue between her thighs above all, and thought the color yellow was tacky for her living room and she needed to change it to a pumpkin orange.
But Enkril had more important things to do than to get comfortable with sensation of her body and her mind. He went over to his body and kneeled down, taking off his shoe and pulling out a small knife that rested inside his sock. He slid it in Nastasia's sock and felt safer with the cold blade against her skin. He stood and was about to leave when he heard a loud screeching from the other room. Enkril started and recoiled immediately into a crouching position. The screech dragged on like an opera singer for nearly an entire minute until Enkril realized it was only the tea kettle. He straightened up and went into the kitchen, watching the thin stream of smoke rise into the air. He turned off the stove and the screech slowly died into a soft hiss. If only every temper was so easily quelled.
Enkril left the home and checked Nastasia's watch. It had been not even ten minutes since he had seen Allura run into her house, and yet it seemed as though it had been hours ago. He walked up to Allura's door and melted Nastasia's face into an expression of concern as he knocked on the door.
"Hello?" Nastasia's voice was tender and each sound flowed softly into the next. "It's Nastasia from next door, I was sitting on the porch and...I just wanted to make sure…are you alright?"
Yes, he was the concerned neighbor. I just want to talk, Allura. I just want to speak with you.
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Post by Allura Hall I on Dec 24, 2006 8:42:15 GMT 1
Lock them all...all of the windows...all of the doors....She kept thinking frantically and when she was done, she stood in the middle of her living room silently, trying to organize her chaotic thoughts, trying to figure out what to do. What did she need to do next? She tried to calm her trembling hands, wrapping her arms tightly around herself as she tried to calm down. No matter how much she tried, she could not calm herself. She tried to think of what she could do to calm herself....then she remembered she had wine in the kitchen. She hurriedly slipped into the kitchen, hands shaking as she pulled open a cupboard and coiled her fingers around a glass.
Setting it down, she moved quickly across the floor and grabbed the bottle of wine and nearly spilled it over the edge of the glass as she poured with shaking hands. After setting the bottle down, she leaned agianst the counter and took a long sip of the wine, letting it warm her throat. She closed her eyes and leaned heavily against the counter, trying to think clearly. Ok...ok....she was going to have to pack everything up...no...no...just the essentials....wait...no....if she leaves anything behind, it might give him something to help find her again....She lifted a hand up to her temple and rubbed it gently, closing her eyes. Think...she had to think....the fear was clutching her stomach tightly, creating a knot there, causing her heart to thump widely in her chest. She felt a slight hum within her, as if her powers had awakened and were stirring softly within her and she shook her head, the glass falling from her hands, shattering upon the floor, sending shattered peices to dart every which way. She let out a soft cry as and shook her head again, clamping her fingers down on the counter top tightly, knuckles turning white.
Calm...she needed to calm herself...even if just a little. She drew in a breath and let it out slowly before finally uncoiling her fingers from the counter and making a decision to began to pack. She needed to move quickly...she couldn't be completely sure that he did not know where she lived. She darted from the kitchen towards the living room and froze as she heard a knock on the door that was probably not nearly as loud as it seemed. Every muscle tensed and she was petrified to the spot. Slowly, eyes lifted to the door and she could hear Nastasia's voice come out and she closed her eyes, relaxing a little, though her heart still pumped hard in her chest.
She finally opened them and slowly made her way to the door, pressing herself to it. Wait...what if Enkril were holding her hostage or something? She felt another pang of fear wash through her and she trembled softly as she moved to the peeking hole on the door and a flood of relief washed through her as she saw Nastasia's slender body there and it was only her, that concerned expression upon her face. She sighed softly and moved to the edge of the door, fingers gripping the knob and her other hand unbolted all the other locks carefully. She moved to the edge of the door and opened it up a crack, her small doll like face peered up at Nastasia from the crack in the dor, her eyes wide and she could not get the look of fear off her face, no matter how hard she tried. "I....I'm alright....just...." She tried to peer out past Nastasia, in attempts to see is she could see her brother anywhere and then her eyes flitter back to Nastasia's face. "Just come inside, quickly..." She said in a small voice, motioning for her to come in as she opened up the door a little more, eyes fluttering about wildly to try and see if she could spot Enkril anywhere.
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Post by Enkril Hall on Jan 30, 2007 18:26:24 GMT 1
He saw Allura's face, lit like a crescent moon, peak through the small crack in the door. Her eyes flashed about like a frightened rabbit and she looked as tense as a coiled spring. Enkril couldn't help noticing how primal humans suddenly become in the grasp of fear. And desire. Fear and desire never failed to burn humanity so quickly one could almost hear it hiss as it evaporated into thin air.
Allura stammered and opened the door just wide enough for him to squeeze inside. He slipped past Allura and quickly scanned her dark house. They were standing in the living room and he could into the kitchen. On the kitchen floor there were tiny shards of glass sprinkled around of pool of red. His first thought was blood, but it was of a more violet shade and Enkril soon realized it was only wine. His eyes quickly flickered back to Allura before she could notice his swift inspection of her house and he flashed her a gentle smile. Or at least he hoped it was gentle. His own face was unfamiliar to gentle expressions but he hoped the innate tender air this body gave was enough to pull it off. He put Nastasia’s hand on Allura’s small shoulder. Nastasia had a small build, and how odd it was to be able to see Allura nearly eye-to-eye.
“Darling (the word slipped from his lips without thinking. His mind was still somewhat Nastasia’s and he had adapted some of her speech patterns), are you sure you’re alright? You look frightened…”
He moved his eyes to the kitchen and faked a gasp of surprise. “Oh my, what happened here?”
Enkril moved to the kitchen as carefully as he could but almost stumbled a couple times as he was still adjusting to the feel of the awkward body. He stood outside the entrance of the kitchen and squatted down, resting on his haunches. “There is glass everywhere; do you know how dangerous this is?” He heard Nastasia’s voice chiding Allura but his mind was whirling in attempt to come up with a solution to get Allura out of this house and into his own. He picked up the large shards of glass one by one and put them in a small pile, wishing that Nastasia had the sense to wear a shirt with long sleeves so that he would be able to hide one of the shards up a sleeve. One could never be too prepared. As he went about cleaning up the shards of glass, he scanned the kitchen with Nastasia’s eyes. He felt a strange sense of relief when he realized he couldn’t see a teapot anywhere.
“Get a dustpan so I can get rid of this glass,” he said, his back to Allura, “and then tell me all about what is going on here.”
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Post by Allura Hall I on Mar 23, 2007 6:46:08 GMT 1
Her knuckles were white, they gripped the door so hard. She had to damn near pry them off when she watched Nastasia slip inside. She quickly closed the door and locked all the bolts on the door after her and turned to look at her. She could see that smile and as much as it should have been assuring, it barely eased the tension in her chest and stomach. Her eyes flickered to the mess on the floor as she heard her words and she stampered a little, trying to think of something, anything to tell her.
"I...it..it was nothing, I was just startled...by the door...is all..."
She said softly, hoping that her voice was even loud enough to hear. Even to her, the words sounded ridicluous...but it was all she could think of. She watched her as she moved to the kitchen and she could only stand there as Nastasia began to pick up the peices. What was she going to do? What would she tell her? As if readig her mind, Nastasia's next words caught her off guard and she was at a loss for words for a few moments before she moved towards the kitchen, her eyes searching around it as if she could not remember where she had kept it. She finally got her thoughts together and pulled the dustpan from the pantry door near the floor and turned, extending her hand out with the dustpan, unable to pry the look of utter fear from her eyes, even though she tried.
"I...It's just...my...my brother...I...I ran into him....and...You see..."
She couldn't very well explain to her WHY she had run, why she had fled the sight of her brother and she struggled with her words.
"I've been trying to avoid them for some time now...and....it just..shook me up...is all....I...I don't want him knowing...where I am...I...I just can't deal with that..."
She said, her words shaky and she tried to keep from her own body shaking itself, though her hands were trembling softly. She bit her bottom lip and clasped her hands tightly together to hide the shaking, after Nastasia had taken the dustpan. She didn't want the woman to see how fearful she was, though she was sure that it was obvious. She never had been a good liar, though it was never really in her nature to be.
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Post by Enkril Hall on Jun 23, 2007 2:14:08 GMT 1
Allura’s small hand appeared next to his face, shaking lightly and clutching a dustpan. Her fear was so thick it was like the second uninvited guest in the house, hovering over them both, watching them. He could almost taste it. Fear was something Enkril was not foreign to. He knew it on Nastasia’s face, in the eyes of the boy whose life Allura took, etcetera, etcetera.
He gently took the dustpan from Allura and began to brush up the small pieces of glass off the floor. Carefully, methodically. He watched almost fascinated as Nastasia’s delicate hand swept with even strokes. The tinkling of glass on glass added layers to the silence between them.
“Running from your brother?” He didn’t turn to Allura, instead he kept his eyes planted on Nastasia’s hand and the tiny shards of glass. “How odd. Has he done something to hurt you? What a shame that you would be running from your own sibling. I’ve always thought the bond between siblings to be something of an innate, deep connection.”
Enkril was never much of a storyteller. He was, in fact, a very bad storyteller. He didn’t understand the magic of the imagination or why anyone would get so tangled in what was not real when reality was so much more intricate and enthralling. However, what he lacked in creative skills he made up for with his keen desperation for this to work .
“I had a quarrel with my brother once too,” he attempted to thicken Nastasia’s voice with emotion. “It wasn’t actually him I was in dispute with. It was my family in general. And so I left my family and consequently left him too. He grew despondent, depressed, thinking I had abandoned him.”
He looked up at Allura’s face now to catch her reaction to the story. “I met up with him about a month later. Without me, it turned out, he was a shell of a being. And I then realized how incomplete I had been without him as well. Perhaps you should talk this over with your brother. You may need him more than you think.”
With that, he stood, still surprised at how much closer to Allura’s eyelevel he was in this body. He held the dustpan filled with glass in one hand and motioned to it, keeping his eyes on Allura. “Do you have anyplace I can put this?”((OCC: So terribly sorry it took me so long to write this! I was going through an extreme block with this character. Won’t happen again, I swear. ))
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