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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 20, 2012 3:53:05 GMT -5
It was a good thing it was Spring Break. Maxi had been up a good portion of Sunday night with August. Dinner, wine, and sex had defined most of the evening, but for the strange and mysterious confrontation between August and another gargoyle, whose name she still didn't know. It had all been about a ring, whose significance she still didn't understand. And while that was a large part of what she remembered from the evening, it wasn't what ran in her mind all day. "Yours." It was such a simple word, but it held so much meaning to Maxi. Not only did she belong to August now; he belonged to her. At random times throughout the day, she could hear him saying it against her lips again, and it sent shivers down her spine and set her heart to fluttering. It was a mystery to her how she had gained that power over him, but she wouldn't spoil it with questions. August was Maxi's.
After a visit to the Jack Kit earlier in the evening while the sun was still up with Becky, she returned home and quickly went to shower to get the smell of alcohol and smoke off her. As she washed the smell off, she tried not to think of all the questions Becky had provoked during the course of their conversation. Becky already didn't like him. Maxi supposed that was the nature of the beast when you were with a man who literally claimed you, but she couldn't help being a little disappointed. She knew Becky meant well. Of course she did, they were like sisters. Yet Maxi still wanted her to like him, if only because he made her happy. And he did make her happy.
Once she was dried off she threw her long red hair into a ponytail and put on a pair of jeans and a white tank top. There was no need to dress up tonight, and she was glad for it. Her feet still hurt from the heels she wore the night before. She flipped on the porch light as she passed the front door, waiting for August to show up. He would be there soon, she knew, since the sun had set about thirty minutes ago. She went to the refrigerator and took a long drink from the carton of orange juice she had. Why bother with a glass when you lived alone? As she was putting the cap on, she heard a knock at the door. Her face immediately broke out in a smile and she made her way to the door.
When she opened it, she found exactly the face she'd been waiting to see all day. Handsome as always, August stood on her front porch with almost an air of anxiety around him. She knew he was still nervous about the confrontation the night before, but she smiled wide to see him. "Good evening, Mr. Witt," she greeted cheerfully, stepping out onto the porch, the wood still warm beneath her bare feet from the sun beating down on it for the better part of the day. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she kissed him once more, hoping to calm him. As for herself, she was perfectly content.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 20, 2012 23:03:04 GMT -5
August's night with Maxine had been tenser than he would have liked for it to have been. He found he enjoyed having her there in his apartment, and when she fell asleep in his arms he couldn't deny how nice it felt. She was as delicate as he was solid, and the contrast contented him.
When the sun began to rise, he felt his internal clock begin to tick. He knew how long he had, almost to the second, before he became solid. He was gentle as he pulled away, his lips finding her temple before leaving her in his bed. No need for a note; she knew why he'd gone, even if he denied what he was to her, and would continue to do so. He knew she was intelligent enough to see through his pathetic guise, but he didn't care to discuss what he was, even with her.
She stirred lightly with a whimper of a groan, but turned over and was asleep once more. He moved easily from his bedroom and to his office. He locked the door using a key and moved towards the window, sighing, as the last sparkle of night faded. As the sun rose, his skin hardened and his eyes closed. His body slowly contorted, and in a matter of seconds, he was once again imprisoned in his stone tomb.
The wonderful thing about being stone was that the day simply disappeared. It seemed like seconds until he was awake once more, cracking his joints which felt oddly stiff, the sun setting in the sky, hazy purple with an orange tint. It was hard to even imagine that time had passed at all. Ah, what a mystery it was to be human.
August called a cab and then cleaned himself off and then got ready to see Maxine as promised. By the time he got downstairs his cab was pulling up and he climbed inside. sure, he could have just hailed one, but what was the point? Why wait? He offered the cabbie her address and soon they were pulling up to her house. August looked around cautiously when he got out, slipping the man maybe too much money. He didn't like the thought he could have been followed, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He was soon at her door, rapping lightly and looking over his shoulder, trying not to be paranoid. Sebastian wouldn't have followed him there! Would he? It seemed idiotic, which was precisely why August felt concerned. Sebastian was idiotic.
"Good evening, Mr. Witt," she greeted, her tone content as she stepped onto her porch and wrapped her arms around him, her lips finding his. The way it all happened made him feel as though they were more than what he wanted them to be, and he felt uncomfortable with it. Not so much because the act made him uncomfortable, but the sheer fact that Sebastian could be watching made him uneasy. He turned his head away from her affection, his hands reaching up and pulling her arms free from him. He knew she wouldn't understand his cold shoulder, but he found it necessary.
"No." Came his stern voice as he turned back to her, his eyes pained as they found hers despite his cool posture. "Inside." He growled softly. "Now." He ushered her in and slammed the door, easing up immediately.
"The man who visited last night.." He started softly, trying to keep the edge out of his tone, "Wants something that I don't have, but have some information on. I don't know of its whereabouts, but he seems to think that I do. He's not exactly reasonable, and until further notice I need you to be cautious. You are not to display affection towards me in public. In fact, I think it might be in your best interest if I stay low for a while." He didn't like the idea of that. He'd become used to seeing Maxine most evenings and found he was looking forward to being with her from the moment he left. "I don't need him to think he can get to me through you." He tried to read her face to see what she was feeling.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 20, 2012 23:58:31 GMT -5
Maxi was a little confused when August's hands came to her arms, pulling her away. "No." The way he said it made any happiness in her face dissolve. She could see the pain in his eyes, though, so she knew he didn't really mean it. It eased her fear somewhat, but his tone still bothered her. "Inside. Now." She wasn't a dog, but she obeyed like one. It left a bitter taste in her mouth as she stepped into her house once more, uncertain why he was acting this way. He had been so sweet last night, so perfect in what he said and did, but that August was gone now. Was Becky right? Was he just using her?
Once inside, she turned back to him, expecting an explanation. And he gave one. It was the ring again. Apparently she could read August well; she knew he knew more than he was letting on! "You are not to display affection towards me in public. In fact, I think it might be in your best interest if I stay low for a while." In my best interest or in yours, she almost replied, feeling irrationally angry. She wanted to believe he was doing this for her, to keep her from getting involved, but she couldn't help feeling he was just too scared to let himself feel anything for her. He needed to separate himself from her to keep from feeling what he wanted to feel for her. It made her want to scream.
"I don't need him to think he can get to me through you." That stung. Had that one word last night meant nothing? Yours. Didn't that mean the man from last night could get to him through her? Wasn't she special enough for that? "Can't he?" she asked, her deep blue eyes filled with apprehension. Everything Becky said at the bar was rushing over her now, making her so afraid she was going to get hurt again. She fell, but she was afraid there was no one at the bottom to catch her. His answer scared her too much and she had to look away from him. Her stomach was on the floor.
"I understand," she said almost in a whisper, her hands wringing in front of her. Her eyes were burning. She needed to get away from him before he could see her eyes glistening. "Um...your keys are in the kitchen," she said quietly, afraid if she spoke to loud, her throat would catch. She made her way to the kitchen, still not looking at him, too afraid to do so. She was afraid to see the lack of caring she was afraid was there. Then she would know for sure there was no one there to catch her, and she was falling all alone.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 21, 2012 8:25:53 GMT -5
"Can't he?" She asked apprehensively, and August felt his lips tighten into a thin line, his brows lowering. She was obviously misunderstanding what he was saying to her. "I understand,". She was easy to read. She looked upset and the tone she used was obviously one reserved for when she was unsure. She didn't understand like she claimed. August didn't like her turning away from him, even if it was to get his keys.
The man felt angry with their situation. He didn't want her the way he did. He didn't like that as she moved away, disappointed and confused, he wanted nothing more than to tell her she had it wrong, that Sebastian could get to him through her, but he couldn't let his guard down. He was incapable of it.
His body moved anyway, following her. He needed to do something. He could let her go if he wanted, couldn't he? Even August knew he wasn't quite ready for that. He craved her like a crack addict craved his fix. He gently reached for her chin as he got to her, and lifted it with his thumb and pointer so that he could gaze into her sapphires. "This was never meant to be complicated." He admitted, his thumb grazing over her bottom lip as his own stormy eyes blazed. "My intention had been to lure you someplace and fuck you. It was meant to be simple and carnal, but sometimes things aren't what we plan for them to be, hm?" He searched her eyes, his thumb tugging down on her bottom lip, making him gulp with desire as his eyes flared with hunger. How could he always want her?
"Can't you see what you do to me?" He asked, his voice gentle as his brows lowered. He looked pained as though it had taken a great deal of effort to say that. His hand hesitated as it pulled away from her chin, hovering close for a moment as if second guessing the decision to stop touching her before ending at his side.
"Some people," He breathed, "Will do anything to get what they want. They do not care, Maxine, who they hurt as long as they get it. You need to understand I don't want you to be the one to get hurt. I'm taking precautions, because if you get hurt, I..." He gulped and his eyes slid shut, his lips contorting in such a way that it seemed he had a bad taste in his mouth. Why was it so difficult to say he cared? "I need for you to understand." He grumbled, his eyes opening though hey refused to look up at her. He couldn't leave until he knew she truly understood.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 21, 2012 14:26:14 GMT -5
Maxi stopped at the table, rifling through her purse for his keys, trying desperately to distract herself. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, she chanted silently. But as she was pawing through her purse, she felt his hand come to her chin. Her hands stopped and she sighed, closing her eyes and turning to face him. When she opened them again, he was watching her, those storm-colored eyes of his burning into her. She was melting again.
"This was never meant to be complicated. My intention had been to lure you someplace and fuck you. It was meant to be simple and carnal, but sometimes things aren't what we plan for them to be, hm?"
She could feel her heart aching when he began. All she was to him was a good fuck. It was all she could do to not cry. But he continued, and she felt the aching in her chest turned to warmth. His thumb brushed across her lip, pulling it down, and she saw the hunger there. Her heart jumped. She didn't understand why just that simple action was enough to make them both hunger. What he said next put her more at ease.
"Can't you see what you do to me?"
She could, but she always second-guessed herself. She questioned her judgement, wondering if what she saw was only what she wanted to see. And when Becky planted those thoughts in her head, about him just using her, about the feelings being one-sided, it only made her distrust her judgement more. Right now, though, she could see how hard it was for him to just say that...that's how she knew he meant it, how she knew how deep she really had penetrated him. His hand fell away, and she wanted to grab it, put it back on her face, force him to tell her what she did to him.
"You need to understand I don't want you to be the one to get hurt. I'm taking precautions, because if you get hurt, I..." Her heart stopped, waiting to hear him say it, hanging on his words. "I need for you to understand."
Disappointed, but knowing he was giving her all her could manage to give, she let out her breath, not realizing until then that she was holding it. It was enough for now. He wouldn't look at her, but she couldn't tell whether it was from embarrassment or anger, or perhaps a little of both. She reached up, making him look at her this time. Her eyes caught his stepping closer to him. "I do understand," she said softly. "I know it's not easy for you, but sometimes I need you to tell me, not show me. How can I be sure if you can't even tell me?" Her hands slipped back into his hair, this time making it clear she wouldn't let him turn away. They weren't in public. They were in her kitchen, safe in her house, and there was no one around to see them. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him, her lips soft and passionate. Maybe he couldn't say how he felt about her, but she could make him feel what he felt for her to the point he might be encouraged to say it.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 21, 2012 14:49:42 GMT -5
It was her turn to force him to look at her, and reluctantly his eyes bore down into hers. "I do understand." He breathed a sigh of relief, but his brows were still knit tightly together as he looked deep into her eyes, comforted by the familiar feeling of her hands slipping into his hair, forcing him to watch her. "I know it's not easy for you, but sometimes I need you to tell me, not show me. How can I be sure if you can't even tell me?"
Why? Why did she need him to open his mouth? He pursed his lips, unsure what to say, unsure how to express himself. He didn't like to; it was the ultimate way to give up power. Hadn't he given enough? He had told her he was hers. What more did she want from him! She was being selfish and cruel and he was becoming cold again until her lips were on his, bringing him back down from the anger that had begun to fill him. In an instant he felt warm once more
His palms grew sweaty and he slid them to her waist, pulling her into him as he finally began to kiss her back. "I did tell you." He breathed into her mouth as he continued to kiss her. "Last night." He reminded before deepening the kiss and wrapping his arms around her and hoisting her onto the counter so that they could be level. He wrapped her legs around his waist so he could hold her closer, showing her how much he not only wanted her, but needed her.
He was wasting time!
All too quickly he regained his self control and pulled away, grabbing her shoulders and keeping her lips from finding and distracting him once more. "No.." He gulped, reaching and pulling her hands free of his mop of dark, copper hair. "I can't be here, Maxine." He shouldn't be there. He was putting her in danger by being there! He pulled away looking hurt. "I want you to stay in tonight. That's not a request." He backed away again, as if standing to close would prevent him from ever leaving her. "Put the chain on your door. Don't answer it if not necessary, and if a man comes with sickly pale eyes and dark hair, don't trust him and don't let him in." He was talking to her like an errant child, a stern look on his face. "Is that clear?" He sounded almost angry, but that was just how August was. It was how he showed he cared.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 21, 2012 15:35:59 GMT -5
Maxi felt a surge of desire as August's hands came to her waist, pulling her to him. "I did tell you. Last night." That was true. Yours. So he wasn't just saying it. Her heart was in his teeth just saying those words, and he didn't even know. A moan left her as he deepened the kiss and she was swept off her feet. She was on the counter before she knew it, his hands wrapping her legs around his waist. The need was mutual, and she whimpered into his mouth. How was it that he always set her on fire?
But just as she thought maybe he would take her there on the counter, show her how he felt, he pulled away, grabbing her shoulders. "No..." It wasn't what she wanted to hear. He forced her fingers to unlace from his hair. "I can't be here, Maxine." She looked pouty, wanting nothing more than to pull him to her, make him stay and take her on the counter. He sparked a lust in her that no other man had ever done. But the hurt look in his eyes told her not to pursue it, to let him do what he felt he needed to do. "I want you to stay in tonight. That's not a request." Maxi nodded, not much of a fan for going outside at night anyway. She loved to look at the moon and the stars, but her eyesight was so bad at night. "Put the chain on your door. Don't answer it if not necessary, and if a man comes with sickly pale eyes and dark hair, don't trust him and don't let him in. Is that clear?" Maxi almost smiled at how concerned he was. Any doubt she had about him was gone. Becky would never understand because she would never see them like this. But Maxi just nodded, taking what he said to heart.
She hopped down off the counter with a sigh, this being the first night she saw August and didn't get any. It was disappointing, but once this died down, they could go back to their old routine. A break would be good for them anyway. She didn't want the passion to burn out too quickly from oversating their desires. She padded over to her purse on the table again, finding his keys quickly. She placed them in his hand but before he could pull away, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him one more time. "Yours," she whispered against his lips before she brought hers against his. It was a brief kiss, but warm, and when she pulled away she smiled at him. "And mine," she whispered again, a little gleam in her eye. The statement was playful and perhaps a little gloating, loving that she could say that now, if only in a whisper.
She walked him to the door, and once she reached it, she turned back to him, standing away from the window. "When will I see you again?" she asked, her large blue eyes fixated on him. It actually hurt to know it might be some time before he would be back in her home with her.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 21, 2012 20:28:52 GMT -5
August was glad she wasn't making this any more difficult than it needed to be. Yes, she was pouting, but pouting he could handle. Whining he could not. He was more grateful she wasn't clinging, trying to get him to stay, trying to seduce him. He feared she might actually succeed, but fortunately she was making her way to her purse, and in a moment she had fished his keys out.
When she found them she placed them in his hand but held him there, her lips finding his once more. He didn't even attempt to stop her, wanting her touch. "Yours," she whispered against his lips, and he was feeling himself unravel a little. He smiled just a little until she spoke again. "And mine," she whispered. There was a gleam in her eye, but he blanched slightly, not finding her words quite so endearing. It was one thing for him to say it to her, but another for her to openly admit it. he frowned a little but she was already walking him to the door.
"When will I see you again?" she asked, her eyes large. He didn't know what to say. August wasn't entirely sure when he would come back, or when it would be okay for her to come over.
"Give it a day." He finally said, deciding that perhaps a night apart would be okay until he could figure something out. What he needed to do was go to the council after he left Maxine and find out what was going on with the ring so he could get Sebastian off his trail for a bit. "Wednesday evening, before night falls, come over. I'll leave a key in an envelope at the front desk. You'll only need to ask for it. I'll be there when I can. You will spend the evening." He offered, though he said it in a way that didn't leave it up for debate.
August slid his hands over her shoulder and then up through her hair, clenching them into fists around her red tendrils. He kissed her hard, but briefly knowing if he touched her any more he would never get out that door. "Until then, baby." he kissed her once more and pulled away from her, hearing his heart pound in his ears as he opened the door and shut it behind him.
Wednesday seemed like forever.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 21, 2012 21:47:51 GMT -5
"Give it a day. Wednesday evening, before night falls, come over. I'll leave the key in an envelope at the front desk. You'll only need to ask for it. I'll be there when I can. You will spend the evening."
Maxi didn't argue. It wasn't like she saw August every night, but it was different this time. She would be just as anxious about him getting hurt, being threatened. A whole two days and a night would be an eternity, but she understood his reasons. She hoped he was just being paranoid. All she did was nod in response, knowing the second he walked in the door on Wednesday, she would all but tackle him in relief. Maxi couldn't help it. She worried constantly about the ones closest to her. If only August would just stay with her and guard her, then she wouldn't have to worry. Not that she needed guarding she felt she was perfectly capable of disappearing from a sticky situation, quite literally.
When those perfect hands slid over her shoulders and into her hair, she closed her eyes. Her own hands came to his slightly stubbled cheeks as he kissed her, hard and brief. But the way it made her heart pound wasn't the way it usually did. It felt like fear. Why did she have such a bad feeling about this? Was his paranoia rubbing off on her? She didn't want him to go. "Until then, baby." His lips came to hers one more time and then he was pulling away. "Until then," she agreed softly, watching him walk to the door. When he shut it behind him, she went to the window, watching him go with an anxious frown. It took all she had not to run after him and insist on living in his house for the week. Her heart was pounding so hard, it ached. There was no way she could shake this bad feeling.
As his car pulled away, she went to the door and locked it tight, as August instructed. Really, she was more afraid for him than she was for herself. Of course she could be used as a bargaining chip, she supposed, but wouldn't it make more sense to just get it directly from the source, torture information out of him? The thought made Maxi lean against the door with fear. She couldn't stand the thought of him being hurt. She was head over heels for him and his suffering made her suffer too. And knowing August, it would take a lot of torture to make him talk. Possibly...
No, she couldn't think like that. Wouldn't the guy just move on? August knew something, but he couldn't know a lot. It was still a rumor after all, this ring...She couldn't help but think of the One Ring from the Lord of the Rings trilogy she read fervently when she was younger. Would this ring have the same power over gargoyles that the One Ring had over humans? The thought was ridiculous, but she had a feeling there were some real similarities there.
To take her mind off things, she turned on her TV and forced herself to watch a show about ghosts and ghost stories. Those sorts of shows usually caught Maxi's attention pretty well. It even relaxed her to the point she felt her eyes growing heavy. Shouldn't she stay awake, be vigilant? But she felt so tired. Curled up on the couch beneath a warm blanket, her half damp ponytail sprawled out on the pillow behind her, she fell asleep, trying to remember the man's description that August gave her. Dark hair, pale eyes. That couldn't be hard to remember. But when she slipped into her dream world, she was back in August's tub, safe in his arms. It was such a nice dream.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on May 22, 2012 14:04:04 GMT -5
It was almost too easy for Sebastian to come up with a plan to get August to tell him all that he knew about the ring. All he had to do was watch and follow the other gargoyle, keeping an eye on him from afar. August had lead him straight to the little lamb that he seemed so fond of. He never recalled August the relationship type but it had been a long time since he'd been with Eponine himself. And since he didn't have any reason to be around August he just didn't.
Until now.
Since the little redheaded lamb lived in her own house it made things even easier for him. He simply perched himself up on one of the rooftops of a house not too far and waited. He didn't know if August was going to stay all night or not and figured he had plenty of time. He could wait every night if he had to. But he didn't have to wait long. He was thrilled to see August leaving the house and decided to wait just a little longer. He didn't know if August was planning on coming back. Did he have to run to the store for the little lamb?
After almost two hours passed he was confident that August wasn't going to be back. And if he was.. well, Sebastian would deal with that when the time came. He always made the situation work out the best way he could. Sliding down off the roof of a house with a pink flamingo in the front yard he strolled to the right house. It was time to make his move.
Arriving at the doorstep Sebastian stopped and stood there, tilting his head from side to side to make his neck crack and loosen himself up a bit more. He was probably going to be in for a night of struggling. He leaned back to force his back to crack right up his jagged spine and then he was ready. Without any further hesitation he knocked on the door firmly in case she was asleep.
It was time to bring the lamb to the lion's den.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 22, 2012 15:20:39 GMT -5
Maxi was in a deep sleep. She was having a lovely dream. Her sister was having dinner with her and August, grilling him in the way big sisters do, but it was all in good fun. They were laughing and August was holding her hand under the table. Maureen was as beautiful as she had been in life. When a loud knocking made her jump awake, she thought she could still feel August's hand wrapped around hers. The TV was still on, and the sight of a bright pink flamingo dancing in some movie ad made her look away in irritation. Who was knocking? At that moment she thought it would be August at the door, and she quickly got to her feet.
She wanted to see him so bad and she was so excited he came back, even though she was sleepy. Her hands adjusted her ponytail, sweeping any stray hairs away from her face, and she pulled her tank top down a little, since it had ridden up in her sleep. She padded quietly to the door, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Would she be able to stay awake for him? She figured she might just flop into his arms and fall asleep on his chest. It was such a nice thought. At least then she would know he was safe.
Her hands unlocked the door automatically, swinging it open to find...not August. She was confused seeing the man standing on her doorstep. He was striking and handsome, with black hair and pale eyes...Her deep blue eyes got wide as her stomach fell to the floor. That was the description August gave her of the man who wanted the ring. The color drained out of her and her first reaction was to slam the door shut, keep him out. Why hadn't August stayed?! But somehow the door wouldn't close and she felt her heart racing, panicking. Why did she open the door?
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on May 22, 2012 20:18:50 GMT -5
When the door opened and he saw that it was the girl he was looking for he started to think that maybe she lived alone. He hadn't seen anyone else moving around or coming or going so it was very likely that she was there alone. And the look on her face..
She clearly knew who he was.
When she tried to shut the door he stuck his hand out and flattened his palm against the door. His lips curled into a sinister smile as he pushed against the door to try and get it to open even more.
"I guess we can skip the introductions then." He said sarcastically and watched her.
He tilted his head to the side and gave her a long look, taking in every detail of the female. He didn't know her name or a thing about her except that August held a certain interest in her and that was good enough for him. In fact he didn't care about this girl. Not one bit. "So little lamb, are you going to invite me in or do I have to do it myself?"
He didn't know what she was going to do next but Sebastian had his eyes on her. He was ready for whatever move she tried to make. And after she made it? He was going to snatch her up and take her home to make his new little plaything.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 22, 2012 20:38:24 GMT -5
"I guess we can skip the introductions then."
Maxi felt her heart stop in fear at that sinister smile on his face. What would she do now? What could she do now? She was frozen like a deer in the headlights.
"So little lamb, are you going to invite me in or do I have to do it myself?"
Why was she always the prey? What could she do to escape? As if by instinct, she blurred out. Her heart was racing, but she had disappeared. Not that she could get away yet. But she could get to a phone. She could tell August. He would be so mad that she opened the door. Ten seconds after she vanished, she sprinted for her kitchen, she may have been invisible, but she wasn't silent. She thought she heard him, felt him at her back, so she dodged out of the way as soon as she could. Silently, she avoided him, light-headed with the effort to calm her breathing, make him not hear her. Without a sound, she crept to her purse, needing to get to her phone.
She knew he would catch her; phones didn't just float in thin air. But if she could get a couple seconds, long enough to open her contacts, he was the first one on her list. Thank God it was right on top. She snatched it up, unlocking the screen with a single swipe and opening her contacts. Just as her finger pushed the button to call August, her phone flew out of her hand, skittering across the wood floor. She couldn't be sure if it dialed or not, but she tried. The adrenaline made it impossible to focus on whether she was blurred or not, and she was trembling as she faded back into view. "Please, just let me go," she pleaded in a small voice. She had never felt so terrified in her life.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on May 22, 2012 23:24:54 GMT -5
She was there and then she was not!
Sebastian growled under his breath when the realized what this little tart was. A Blurr. He hated Blurrs! Everything about them from how happy they were to their sun touched skin. He hated that there was a species out there that thrived in the sun during the day when he was trapped, encased in his stone tomb. And when she went invisible although he couldn't see her he could hear her rushing around trying to get away.
As she ran away Sebastian shoved the door out of his way and heard it bang as it hit the stopper and probably bounce off. "Come out come out where ever you are!" He called out in a playful sing song voice but kept listening attentively for any kind of noise. He heard the foot steps and trailed after. He didn't need to run but walking would have not only made the whole thing take longer, it might have given her the chance to actually get away.
And just like that the noise stopped. He stood there and listened, waiting for the sound of an old creaking floor board or even the sound of her feet against the ground. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw what something that he failed to hear; the cell phone appeared to be floating in the air. Except Sebastian knew better and as quick as possible he went charging towards it and backhanded the damn thing out of her invisible little fingers!
That's when he grabbed her. He might not have been able to see her but he didn't have to see her to grab the mass that was her body. His hand might have accidentally grazed against her chest but it wasn't until his arm was wrapping around her neck that he knew he had her. At least for the moment he did. Attempting to get her neck into the crook of his arm he found he was going to have some difficulty. This little lamb wasn't going to submit to him easily. But then again when did they ever?
"Shh.." He said in a soft sort of coo to try and get her to not tense up and just relax. "The less you struggle the gentler I'll be.." Sebastian told her and smirked to himself. He thought he could almost see her now as the struggle went on. He just hoped he wouldn't have to kill her if she gave him too much trouble. He'd like to have a living bargaining chip this time.
"You're more valuable alive."
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 22, 2012 23:58:07 GMT -5
Maxi came back into full view, no longer invisible. She couldn't say she didn't try. Her eyes found her phone on the floor as she struggled against his arm around her neck. Her whole body was trembling as she tried to writhe out of his grasp. He was too strong. But the screen on the floor was lit up. August had picked up his phone. She hoped the man holding her wouldn't notice. "Shh...The less you struggle the gentler I'll be...You're more valuable alive." Her hands were gripping his arm, trying to keep him from cutting off her airway too much. He could kill her. The thought terrified her and it made her tremble more, her eyes glistening.
"I'm not valuable at all," she said in a small voice, her fear betrayed in the way it wavered. She knew what she said wasn't true, but maybe she could convince this guy it was. "It's just...just sex. Nothing more. I don't mean anything to him." Maxi was a terrible liar, but mostly because it hurt just to say those words. Why had she opened the door? Her fear was turning into tears in her big, blue eyes, and she was struggling to breathe in this headlock. She lifted her face, hoping that would help some. It didn't help that her heart was racing.
As her face lifted, she turned her eyes to him, the tears threatening to slip down her pale cheeks. Seeing his eyes, she knew he didn't care. He was cold as the stone he turned into. Fear was swallowing her, and though she knew no amount of pleading would save her, she had to try. August had to hear how scared she was so he would know it was real. "Please, just let me go. I can't help you and I don't think August can either." The tears were obvious in her voice. But it was useless. She knew it would be. Every muscle in her body was tense, knowing what would happen to her. She wouldn't be in her home for a long time. At this point, maybe never again. Her tears slipped down her cheeks and she wished that August were there. She wasn't mad at him. It wasn't his fault. She just wanted to see him again.
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