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whattingawhat) wrote2008-05-02 03:12 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-05-02 03:12 pm
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He's tearing you apart [Every every day]
"'Crush your enemy totally."- Law # 15 of "The 48 Laws of Power" by Robert Greene
She’s never felt him like she always did his counterpart so when she sees him across the street it knocks the breath from her and makes her insides ache. She can’t process anything because he’s here and it’s impossible but she ducks into an alley, following the ghost of a monster she had hoped she’d never see again. The alley is empty and she lets out a long breath, relief letting the knots in her back slip away. Laughter bubbles up inside of her and she lets it pour past her teeth and over her lips. She leans her head back, face up to a night sky that never tells her secrets. The wind is hot as it blows through the alley, sending little tornados of debris that dance around her, flirting with the skirt of her white dress. And that’s when she hears him—the whiskey smooth chuckle that will never be anyone except him. It creeps down her spine, radiating chills throughout her body. Her arms wrap around her torso, to keep herself from falling apart. She can’t feel him but she can hear silent footfalls approaching and she bows her head, bracing for the blow that will come.
Cold fingers ghost over the curve of her neck, lingering at the scar there and then over her shoulder. Unnecessary breath glides over her skin and her lungs cease to work. She’s waiting, waiting, waiting for something she knows will come.
And then it’s there:
“Buff….gonna make this so easy for me? I’m a little disappointed. Guy dreams about a moment like this, uses it for some of his more…sordid fantasies and then it all crashes down around you. I might need some consoling.”
The back of her head connects with his mouth and nose; she turns on the ball of her foot, dancing away. Her stance is defensive but she’s not ready to attack. Satisfaction trickles through her entire being when she sees the way his blood stains that perfect marble countenance.
“Far be it from me to let a good fantasy go to waste. Maybe it’ll keep you warm when you’re locked up in your cage again.”
She’s off but she’s not gone yet. She has to stay on guard because he knows all her cracks and crevices. He knows how to make her bleed and he knows every single way she breaks. He licks the blood off his lips, smirk teasing at one corner of his mouth. He takes a swaggering step toward her and she stiffens her back, willing herself not to take a step backwards. She hates that she’s vulnerable with him and it’s more than his face or the way he wears his smile.
“You’re assuming I haven’t killed the witch.” Confidence hangs around him like a second coat and she swallows hard. She can feel her heart rate speed up and she knows he can hear it. He confirms it with another cocky smirk and a step closer to her. He runs one finger along her jaw, tilting her face up so that she can see everything that’s missing in his eyes.
“You can’t. You couldn’t get close to her even if you wanted to. She’s not the red headed mouse that put the soul back that last time. She’s a goddess.”
He ignores the comment, realizing that iron walls surround her faith in Willow. He’s going to have to take a different approach to get to her this time.
“Don’t you wonder, Lover…who was perfect happiness this time? Bet you thought it was a one time deal. Makes you feel special and warm but you’re no longer one girl in all the world…”
A real smile curves her lips and the tension in her spine unwinds. If this is all he’s got she’s over that now and she’s moving on. He’s not the nightmare she remembers and he’s not the enemy he once was.
“Sorry, Lover. Haven’t you heard? I’ve moved on. I’m perfect happiness to someone else and that’s working out better for me than it ever did with you.”
There is a flicker of rage across his face, eyes going black and jaw squaring. It’s fleeting and then he’s laughing, rubbing his jaw with one hand then flexing his fist. She stiffens again just before the blow comes. She doesn’t falter, gives back as good as she gets and he’s on his back laughing, more blood on his chin.
“About your boy toy, Buff…”
She doesn’t wait for the rest, pushes off the balls of her feet and she runs, blurring past buildings and people. She’s the fastest, she’s the best but she’s afraid he was faster and he was better. Nine flights of stairs and it’s not because she doesn’t want to take the elevator. Every second counts and she’s faster than an elevator. She sees it as soon as she turns the corner into the hallway, like a drop of blood one red rose petal and all those months of red rose redemption are gone. The door shatters under her shoulder but she knows she’s too late. There are red rose petals all over the apartment. Opera music swells from the stereo and she never makes it to the bedroom.
The scream is trapped in her throat, her chest constricts and she sits up in bed gasping. The bed is empty and the nightstand is strewn with rose petals. Panic rips her apart and she can’t even get his name out. Fear drives her from the bed, one hand reaching for the stake she keeps between the mattress and the bed frame. Her fingers curl around the wood, resolve strengthens her spine and she see smoke float across the door that leads out to the balcony. Her knuckles turn white, she’s holding the stake so tightly and her steps are silent across the floor. She’s predatory now and he’s pushed her too far. The door swings open under her touch, the concrete is cold against her bare feet.
“Hey, Summers. Didn’t mean to wake you up. Couldn’t sleep.”
Her breath leaves in one rush, hollowing her out and her knees buckle. She catches herself against the papasan chair out on the balcony and quickly shoves the stake between the frame and the cushion before Danny can see it. She forces a smile, shaking her head then curls up in Danny’s lap, one hand going to rest over his heart the other over the pulse in his neck. The steady thump-thump of his heart lets her breathe again and his hand stroking up and down her spine chases all the horror away.
“You okay?” he asks and she nods against his chest.
“Just a bad dream.”
She’s never felt him like she always did his counterpart so when she sees him across the street it knocks the breath from her and makes her insides ache. She can’t process anything because he’s here and it’s impossible but she ducks into an alley, following the ghost of a monster she had hoped she’d never see again. The alley is empty and she lets out a long breath, relief letting the knots in her back slip away. Laughter bubbles up inside of her and she lets it pour past her teeth and over her lips. She leans her head back, face up to a night sky that never tells her secrets. The wind is hot as it blows through the alley, sending little tornados of debris that dance around her, flirting with the skirt of her white dress. And that’s when she hears him—the whiskey smooth chuckle that will never be anyone except him. It creeps down her spine, radiating chills throughout her body. Her arms wrap around her torso, to keep herself from falling apart. She can’t feel him but she can hear silent footfalls approaching and she bows her head, bracing for the blow that will come.
Cold fingers ghost over the curve of her neck, lingering at the scar there and then over her shoulder. Unnecessary breath glides over her skin and her lungs cease to work. She’s waiting, waiting, waiting for something she knows will come.
And then it’s there:
“Buff….gonna make this so easy for me? I’m a little disappointed. Guy dreams about a moment like this, uses it for some of his more…sordid fantasies and then it all crashes down around you. I might need some consoling.”
The back of her head connects with his mouth and nose; she turns on the ball of her foot, dancing away. Her stance is defensive but she’s not ready to attack. Satisfaction trickles through her entire being when she sees the way his blood stains that perfect marble countenance.
“Far be it from me to let a good fantasy go to waste. Maybe it’ll keep you warm when you’re locked up in your cage again.”
She’s off but she’s not gone yet. She has to stay on guard because he knows all her cracks and crevices. He knows how to make her bleed and he knows every single way she breaks. He licks the blood off his lips, smirk teasing at one corner of his mouth. He takes a swaggering step toward her and she stiffens her back, willing herself not to take a step backwards. She hates that she’s vulnerable with him and it’s more than his face or the way he wears his smile.
“You’re assuming I haven’t killed the witch.” Confidence hangs around him like a second coat and she swallows hard. She can feel her heart rate speed up and she knows he can hear it. He confirms it with another cocky smirk and a step closer to her. He runs one finger along her jaw, tilting her face up so that she can see everything that’s missing in his eyes.
“You can’t. You couldn’t get close to her even if you wanted to. She’s not the red headed mouse that put the soul back that last time. She’s a goddess.”
He ignores the comment, realizing that iron walls surround her faith in Willow. He’s going to have to take a different approach to get to her this time.
“Don’t you wonder, Lover…who was perfect happiness this time? Bet you thought it was a one time deal. Makes you feel special and warm but you’re no longer one girl in all the world…”
A real smile curves her lips and the tension in her spine unwinds. If this is all he’s got she’s over that now and she’s moving on. He’s not the nightmare she remembers and he’s not the enemy he once was.
“Sorry, Lover. Haven’t you heard? I’ve moved on. I’m perfect happiness to someone else and that’s working out better for me than it ever did with you.”
There is a flicker of rage across his face, eyes going black and jaw squaring. It’s fleeting and then he’s laughing, rubbing his jaw with one hand then flexing his fist. She stiffens again just before the blow comes. She doesn’t falter, gives back as good as she gets and he’s on his back laughing, more blood on his chin.
“About your boy toy, Buff…”
She doesn’t wait for the rest, pushes off the balls of her feet and she runs, blurring past buildings and people. She’s the fastest, she’s the best but she’s afraid he was faster and he was better. Nine flights of stairs and it’s not because she doesn’t want to take the elevator. Every second counts and she’s faster than an elevator. She sees it as soon as she turns the corner into the hallway, like a drop of blood one red rose petal and all those months of red rose redemption are gone. The door shatters under her shoulder but she knows she’s too late. There are red rose petals all over the apartment. Opera music swells from the stereo and she never makes it to the bedroom.
The scream is trapped in her throat, her chest constricts and she sits up in bed gasping. The bed is empty and the nightstand is strewn with rose petals. Panic rips her apart and she can’t even get his name out. Fear drives her from the bed, one hand reaching for the stake she keeps between the mattress and the bed frame. Her fingers curl around the wood, resolve strengthens her spine and she see smoke float across the door that leads out to the balcony. Her knuckles turn white, she’s holding the stake so tightly and her steps are silent across the floor. She’s predatory now and he’s pushed her too far. The door swings open under her touch, the concrete is cold against her bare feet.
“Hey, Summers. Didn’t mean to wake you up. Couldn’t sleep.”
Her breath leaves in one rush, hollowing her out and her knees buckle. She catches herself against the papasan chair out on the balcony and quickly shoves the stake between the frame and the cushion before Danny can see it. She forces a smile, shaking her head then curls up in Danny’s lap, one hand going to rest over his heart the other over the pulse in his neck. The steady thump-thump of his heart lets her breathe again and his hand stroking up and down her spine chases all the horror away.
“You okay?” he asks and she nods against his chest.
“Just a bad dream.”