05-09-2014, 09:52 AM
Aria watched as Dane pawed at the woman who was now dead. Aria smiled, her big story turned out bigger than she thought it would. She'd made the news, if anyone ever found out about it. But Aria's thought was fleeting as jealous took over, he touched the dead body like a lover and that was not what she wanted. He laid down on top of her and smeared the once clean lines that gravity and her heart had produced. The blood and the entails caressed his skin and Aria moved to make him pay attention to her, but the moment never came. Dane looked up at her, Aria saw indecision in his eyes before he flung her to the bed. She gasped at the action and could barely catch her breath as he sat on her.
The jealousy flew away to be replaced with adulation. She was his. Every fiber, everything that made Aria her was his. It flowed through her skin to his like a sieve. Every moment he touched her was blissful. Aria's gaze followed up from where their bodies met, over the blood smeared on his body to the knife he held precariously above her body. Fear drifted from her as quickly as it had formed, passing from her to him with little control. Aria closed her eyes and waited, death was near. She fought the world from crashing in on the both of them. She knew in that moment she could kill him, that too floated away on the currents between them.
Aria waited for the distinct feeling of the knife cutting into her body as she had before, but it never happened. Dane grabbed her and pressed his lips to hers so hard that Aria could taste blood. Aria returned the kiss and gasped with the pain and pleasure of a man entering her body. The carnal act of sex was lost upon Aria. The mere minutes it took before Dane collapsed on top of Aria spent was an eternity to her. Every touch of their bodies sent sparks through her body.
Dane's collapsed form pined her to the bed. Minutes, hours, Aria didn't know passed before she actually became aware of what had just happened. Aria saw blood everywhere she looked. It covered Dane's body. Her hands were sticky with congealing blood. Aria noticed for the first time the mark on Dane's neck. It was hard to see from her vantage point, pined another underneath him as she was. Aria pushed him off carefully, she didn't want to wake him. Aria wondered if that was how her neighbors ended their trysts. Once free of his touch, the world returned to her but was still muffled from her through the guise of the alcohol still running through her veins.
Aria saw for the first time what she had done. The guilt and pain of her actions floated across her mind with little affect. It washed away with the suffering of the world. The suffering she endured day in and day out. The day she feared had come. Aria sank to the floor at the end of the bed, but the guilt, and sadness rolled over her. The tears that should have fallen did not, the haze of the beer muffling even her own feelings. To have felt anything at all proved to her how much of a danger she was to the world, to anyone near her.
Aria saw the knife that had been the implement of her destruction. The day she knew would come, the day that her sanity left her. The day Father Dimitri had feared. He was right.
But there was still the mission. The entire reason she was here in the first place. To keep the Atharim safe, to keep the world from knowing what monsters existed in this word. The irony of it all was lost upon Aria as was everything else.
Aria crawled across the floor and grabed the knife. She looked back at Dane, it would be such an easy kill. He slept. She knew the calm of his presence again, it had been missing through the entire thing. Aria stood up and slowly walked to the bed, he slept with the dead. The images before their affair were seared into her brain. He had alwys wanted her dead. He had killed the dranaika. Dane was the monster who could kill something that she could not. He had defeated the foresight and he lay such an easy target. Aria looked at Dane. She could kill him, she should kill him. But this, this was not his fault, this was hers.
The knife in her hand was sticky with blood. It felt like it ate at her skin. Aria turned away from Dane. She couldn't kill him. Her heart sank at the possibility, what little control she had was due to him. He was the calm center in the world that raged outside. She wasn't ready to lose that, not yet, maybe not ever.
Aria searched for the woman's coat and purse. The wallet was somewhere. It had been the whole reason for the entire escapade, but Dane had changed the way it was supposed to go. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Aria let out a sigh of relief as she found the top of the wallet sticking out of the reporters coat. Aria tried to open the view screen but it was password locked. Frustration poured over her but not through her. The alcohol skewed everything Aria had come to know and to hate. But she was not herself with out her emotions. The bare thread of humanity she had clung to had been severed by the foul tasting substance despite the blonde's insistence it would get better. Aria glared at the tipped over bottle of beer that had emptied it's contents onto her coat. Aria slipped the wallet into her own pocket, she'd deal with it later.
Aria could remember the scene clearing, and she remembered not caring, as if this whole thing had been a set up from the beginning. That this was the way it was supposed to be, Aria would have clung to the hope that it was not fate, not the will of God, but nothing stayed inside, nothing. Without the connection to another being she was cut off from herself. She could only hope it returned once the haze of the alcohol returned.
Aria took two wash clothes from the bathroom rack, they were clean, she hoped, they didn't look nearly as bad as the rest of the apartment. Aria would have taken a shower, but it was too disgusting to want to step into. How could anyone live like this?
Aria cleaned all visible parts of her body. The rest would be hidden, and Aria didn't want to spend another moment in this god forsake place. It had truly been god forsaken. She should never have come, but the allure of the human touch was too much for Aria. She watched the rise and fall of Dane's chest as she rinsed the blood from the cut on her hand. It stung, the pain floated away. Aria cleaned the knife with care. She didn't know why it mattered, but it did to her. Aria left the hot water running.
There was nothing. Aria grasped for Dane's calm, to feel at least something. He was dangerous, deadly but she couldn't help but be drawn to him like some alien magnet drawing her body, her feelings toward him. It took all her effort not to go to him, to touch him. She was angry, but not at him. He hadn't made the choice. It all came down to that one word... choice.
Aria pulled on her clothes, and shifted to find Dane's and set them upon a fairly clean chair. Aria belted on the sword and put the gun back at the small of her back. Memories flooded her mind as her hand grazed her shirt. Aria knew that the report was going to die that night, and it would probably have been gentler than what she had actually done. But neither way would have been pleasant for her.
Aria pulled a single candle from her pocket. She hadn't needed it ages, but the flame would serve her for another purpose this night. The emptiness of her protection would do nothing against the haze of alcohol. And there was no battle to be one with sword or gun this night. The battle would rage on in the morning, and there would be no clear victor. Aria knew the morning was going to be painful. She begged it to be so.
Aria put the candle on the table and her zippo lighter next to it. She was thankful that there was a gas oven in the apartment, accidents were so easy to cause. Aria put an empty disgusting pot on the burner, just in case. Aria walked back into the bathroom and wet the last clothe until it was warm and soaking wet. The water ran cold and Aria turned it off. She rang the dingy white clothe until it was damp.
Dane shifted in his sleep and Aria really didn't want to wake the monster that he was. But she'd had enough death for the night. It would be just as easy to leave him to the flames she was about to set. But she touched Dane's shoulder and shook softly. "Dane we have to go."
The jealousy flew away to be replaced with adulation. She was his. Every fiber, everything that made Aria her was his. It flowed through her skin to his like a sieve. Every moment he touched her was blissful. Aria's gaze followed up from where their bodies met, over the blood smeared on his body to the knife he held precariously above her body. Fear drifted from her as quickly as it had formed, passing from her to him with little control. Aria closed her eyes and waited, death was near. She fought the world from crashing in on the both of them. She knew in that moment she could kill him, that too floated away on the currents between them.
Aria waited for the distinct feeling of the knife cutting into her body as she had before, but it never happened. Dane grabbed her and pressed his lips to hers so hard that Aria could taste blood. Aria returned the kiss and gasped with the pain and pleasure of a man entering her body. The carnal act of sex was lost upon Aria. The mere minutes it took before Dane collapsed on top of Aria spent was an eternity to her. Every touch of their bodies sent sparks through her body.
Dane's collapsed form pined her to the bed. Minutes, hours, Aria didn't know passed before she actually became aware of what had just happened. Aria saw blood everywhere she looked. It covered Dane's body. Her hands were sticky with congealing blood. Aria noticed for the first time the mark on Dane's neck. It was hard to see from her vantage point, pined another underneath him as she was. Aria pushed him off carefully, she didn't want to wake him. Aria wondered if that was how her neighbors ended their trysts. Once free of his touch, the world returned to her but was still muffled from her through the guise of the alcohol still running through her veins.
Aria saw for the first time what she had done. The guilt and pain of her actions floated across her mind with little affect. It washed away with the suffering of the world. The suffering she endured day in and day out. The day she feared had come. Aria sank to the floor at the end of the bed, but the guilt, and sadness rolled over her. The tears that should have fallen did not, the haze of the beer muffling even her own feelings. To have felt anything at all proved to her how much of a danger she was to the world, to anyone near her.
Aria saw the knife that had been the implement of her destruction. The day she knew would come, the day that her sanity left her. The day Father Dimitri had feared. He was right.
But there was still the mission. The entire reason she was here in the first place. To keep the Atharim safe, to keep the world from knowing what monsters existed in this word. The irony of it all was lost upon Aria as was everything else.
Aria crawled across the floor and grabed the knife. She looked back at Dane, it would be such an easy kill. He slept. She knew the calm of his presence again, it had been missing through the entire thing. Aria stood up and slowly walked to the bed, he slept with the dead. The images before their affair were seared into her brain. He had alwys wanted her dead. He had killed the dranaika. Dane was the monster who could kill something that she could not. He had defeated the foresight and he lay such an easy target. Aria looked at Dane. She could kill him, she should kill him. But this, this was not his fault, this was hers.
The knife in her hand was sticky with blood. It felt like it ate at her skin. Aria turned away from Dane. She couldn't kill him. Her heart sank at the possibility, what little control she had was due to him. He was the calm center in the world that raged outside. She wasn't ready to lose that, not yet, maybe not ever.
Aria searched for the woman's coat and purse. The wallet was somewhere. It had been the whole reason for the entire escapade, but Dane had changed the way it was supposed to go. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Aria let out a sigh of relief as she found the top of the wallet sticking out of the reporters coat. Aria tried to open the view screen but it was password locked. Frustration poured over her but not through her. The alcohol skewed everything Aria had come to know and to hate. But she was not herself with out her emotions. The bare thread of humanity she had clung to had been severed by the foul tasting substance despite the blonde's insistence it would get better. Aria glared at the tipped over bottle of beer that had emptied it's contents onto her coat. Aria slipped the wallet into her own pocket, she'd deal with it later.
Aria could remember the scene clearing, and she remembered not caring, as if this whole thing had been a set up from the beginning. That this was the way it was supposed to be, Aria would have clung to the hope that it was not fate, not the will of God, but nothing stayed inside, nothing. Without the connection to another being she was cut off from herself. She could only hope it returned once the haze of the alcohol returned.
Aria took two wash clothes from the bathroom rack, they were clean, she hoped, they didn't look nearly as bad as the rest of the apartment. Aria would have taken a shower, but it was too disgusting to want to step into. How could anyone live like this?
Aria cleaned all visible parts of her body. The rest would be hidden, and Aria didn't want to spend another moment in this god forsake place. It had truly been god forsaken. She should never have come, but the allure of the human touch was too much for Aria. She watched the rise and fall of Dane's chest as she rinsed the blood from the cut on her hand. It stung, the pain floated away. Aria cleaned the knife with care. She didn't know why it mattered, but it did to her. Aria left the hot water running.
There was nothing. Aria grasped for Dane's calm, to feel at least something. He was dangerous, deadly but she couldn't help but be drawn to him like some alien magnet drawing her body, her feelings toward him. It took all her effort not to go to him, to touch him. She was angry, but not at him. He hadn't made the choice. It all came down to that one word... choice.
Aria pulled on her clothes, and shifted to find Dane's and set them upon a fairly clean chair. Aria belted on the sword and put the gun back at the small of her back. Memories flooded her mind as her hand grazed her shirt. Aria knew that the report was going to die that night, and it would probably have been gentler than what she had actually done. But neither way would have been pleasant for her.
Aria pulled a single candle from her pocket. She hadn't needed it ages, but the flame would serve her for another purpose this night. The emptiness of her protection would do nothing against the haze of alcohol. And there was no battle to be one with sword or gun this night. The battle would rage on in the morning, and there would be no clear victor. Aria knew the morning was going to be painful. She begged it to be so.
Aria put the candle on the table and her zippo lighter next to it. She was thankful that there was a gas oven in the apartment, accidents were so easy to cause. Aria put an empty disgusting pot on the burner, just in case. Aria walked back into the bathroom and wet the last clothe until it was warm and soaking wet. The water ran cold and Aria turned it off. She rang the dingy white clothe until it was damp.
Dane shifted in his sleep and Aria really didn't want to wake the monster that he was. But she'd had enough death for the night. It would be just as easy to leave him to the flames she was about to set. But she touched Dane's shoulder and shook softly. "Dane we have to go."