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Post by trecex on Jan 26, 2009 23:09:24 GMT -6
She loved guns, something he hated. Hating guns and following the way of the sword was something Trece and his brother Spero seemed to have in common, thought Trece would never admit it. She seemed the favor gun fighting rather than getting in ones face and battling like a warrior, she was definitely a modern day slayer. He saw her collapse under what seemed to be her own weight, he didn’t know what was going on.
“What’s going on??? Are you alright??” He said lowering his swords, then slowly putting them back in their sheathes.
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Post by lesliemoon on Jan 26, 2009 23:18:45 GMT -6
She shivered, her breathed shortening again. She closed her eyes, wanting the vivid pictures from invading her head. While in the force, one of the officer's had taken advantage of her and raped her. She never did tell anyone. She wimpered, shaking again. She wrapped her arms around her legs, sobbing. It hurt so much. She didn't want anything like that to happen again. She wanted to be able to get over it...
"No, no. I don't want to hurt..."
She muttered quietly, her OCD not helping with it's hatred for her being on the dirty ground. She let out a sharp breath, sobbing slightly a bit more. She let her head rest against the brick wall of the alley. She looked at Trece's with watering eyes. She blinked again, and wimpered.
"If-if-if you're here to hu-hurt me, go aw-away. I do-don't need-eed to hurt-rt an-any-more-re. I-I don't wan-nt to fe-eel th-hat w-ayy ever ag-again...."
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Post by trecex on Jan 26, 2009 23:59:47 GMT -6
Trece couldn’t tell if it was what she was really feeling or if it was just an act. He approached her slowly. If she was going to bite him all he had to do was keep at least seven inches worth of space left between them. If he had that then he could still fight back, anything less than that and he could die. He didn’t know what to do with her, she was on the alley ground sobbing her eyes out for no apparent reason. He didn’t know how to handle this situation, all he knew was what his slayer training had taught him.
“Are you alright?” he asked softly “Do you need help up?”
He offered her his hand letting her know he trusted her for now.
“You don’t seem like you are too lethal, if you wanted to kill me you would have.” He said helping her up “Where do you live so I can help you get there.” He said ready to carry her.
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Post by lesliemoon on Jan 27, 2009 0:14:05 GMT -6
"No, no, no... Don't... do that....."
She wimpered again, muttering the words she spoke when the man pulled her away that night long ago. She even remembered the way his fingers wrapped around her arms as he forcefull did all that was forbidden in her mind. He took her away into the darkness, and then the pain. All of it. She winced again, clenching her fists. She sobbed loudly, wanting to forget. She didn't want to think about it. She opened her eyes for a moment and saw Trece standing there, he's hand out. She blinked again, her eyes still watering and wide.
She took his hand, letting him pull her up. When she was on her feet, she collapsed into him. She gripped his shoulder to steady he footwork. But, she couldn't. She fell into his chest, sobbing again. She gasped for breathe again. “Where do you live so I can help you get there.” She thought for a second, still sobbing in his chest. She actually hadn't had a clue where she was staying. She had gotten on a plane and was out here by 6 hours after her decission. She just came here to hunt, and then go back home after.
"I- I don-don't live here.... I do-on't have-ve an-ny pl-place-e to st-ayy."
She gripped her hands gentle on his shirt. She didn't want him to move for the moment. She wanted to let her feelings out. But, she couldn't. He was a stranger. A stranger who could've shot her already. She let out another sob. Her clench tightened, as she tried to control her breathing. When it did even out, her grip loosened.
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Post by trecex on Jan 27, 2009 1:03:26 GMT -6
She cowered when he approached her, he didn’t want to hurt her so when he helped her up he was cautious. He didn’t want to provoke an attack from her that was the last thing on his mind. What was bothering him was what could have happened to her in the past for her to react like this. What was it that drew her into a dark past. She was crying gasping for breath, he wanted to help her heal her pain but he had no powers of a witch nor of a vampire. She told him that she didn’t have a place to stay. How could she be in a town and not have a place to stay.
He thought about taking her back to his hotel but then she would think something of it. The more he thought of it the more it came to mind that he couldn’t leave her here like this, he had to take her to some type of shelter to calm down. He couldn’t take on a vampire attack with her like this, he couldn’t protect her and himself especially in her condition. He decided to take her to his suite at the hotel, at least he could get her to calm down and tell him what happened there. He picked her up and carried her out of the alley walking toward the hotel.
“If you are wondering where I’m taking you, I’m taking you to the hotel that have reserved for my stay here in New Orleans. Don’t worry it’s just a place for you to rest your head, I have a guest room in the pent house.”
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Post by lesliemoon on Jan 27, 2009 1:18:26 GMT -6
She hated it even more that, even through the pain and suffering from her thought, she slightly enjoyed his warm touch. His touch, of course, was much warmer than hers was. To her, her own skin felt freezing, but to others, they felt a slight warmth. She gasped in for air again. Her thoughts were still drowning in that panic attack she had just had. She gripped tightly to his shirt again.
She blinked when he pulled her up in his arms. She gasped again, this time it not being for getting air but could still cover it up as such. Her rare heartbeat came, beating slightly fast. Only in times when she was scared or shocked or extremely unaware of something was when her timid heartbeat came. He spoke lightly, informing her what he was doing. She felt tiny in his arms, as such as she was the child and he were the much older one. In a way, it was kinda akward.
"Th-thank you-ou..."
That's all her gentle voice could let out before her sob caught her thoat. She then pushed her face into his chest again. She clenched his shirt again, hoping the images would disappear. She frowned, them rushing back as soon as she had banished them. She wimpered, shivering in Trece's arms. She let out another sob, trying to calm herself again.
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Post by trecex on Jan 27, 2009 20:11:29 GMT -6
She thanked him as he carried her out of the alley and onto the busy streets passing by the pedestrians looking at him wondering why he was carrying her, they must have thought he was carrying a drunk friend because no one called the police by the time he arrived at the hotel. Normally in these situations he would have called a limo, but this time was special especially because she was a vampire and if anyone from the clan knew about it he would be called out. It was risk enough walking on the streets with her, but he rather walk then be seen by one of the clan’s drivers and have word get around.
Arriving at the hotel he pressed the elevator button and put in his key for the penthouse then took it out when he got to the floor and put it in the door. Walking in he yelled for the lights to come on then walked her to the guest room and placed her in the bed, then took off her boots and her badge and guns, then put the boots by the bed and the badge and guns on the night stand. Then he tucked her in and left the room. Walking into the living room all he could think about was Leslie and what happened to her. He jumped on the couched and turned on the television and started to watch the news to see what was going down in this area.
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Post by lesliemoon on Jan 27, 2009 20:35:10 GMT -6
She lost track of the time, he thoughts still muffled with horrid images. She remembered being in his arm and then on a bed, She didn't move while he took off her boots for two reasons: one, she was afraid to, and two, she was too tired to move. Her fists clenched as he tucked er in, again making her feel like the child and him the much older adult. She heard the door close and the television gone. She was out of tears, surprisingly enough. She was also not tired at all.
She got up ever so quietly, her breaths very even. She breathed for a second, brushing her hair back. She was calmer than normal, which was odd. She took light steps and opened the door without any sound. She walked into the hallway, leading into the living room. She was about 9 steps away from the couch Trece was sitting at when she spoke with an even, gentle voice.
"Uhm, Trece..."
She looked at him, watching his head turn to her. She didn't understand the expression on his face. It was almost startled but something else she couldn't put her finger on. She stepped two steps closer to him, trying to not wobble. She was still unsteady from crying.
"Can I talk to you...?"
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Post by trecex on Jan 27, 2009 20:48:34 GMT -6
Trece turned a few channels, passing by the cartoon channels, he knew if his brother Spero was here he would have told him to turn back to the cartoons. He flipped through a few movies, at the time there was nothing that he wanted to watch so he decided to watch the news again, turning back to it. He turned around to see her inching her way to him, he wondered how she could not be tired after what she just shown him, but he shook it off and passed it off as nothing. Looking at her come further towards him he wondered what she had to tell him.
“Yea what’s wrong, I’m sorry if I took you to a strange place but you didn’t look too well, I just wanna know if you are alright?”
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Post by lesliemoon on Jan 27, 2009 21:02:16 GMT -6
"I'm fine, it's just... I haven't told anyone this. But if I keep it in any longer, I'll start having problems with Panic Attacks... As if OCD isn't enough problems....."
She blinked, muttering the OCD part. She took the remaining steps to the oppisite side of the couch, where he wasn't sitting. She sat down with a frown, wrapping her arms around her legs tightly, pressing her back against the arm of the couch. She looked at him, watching his expression closely. She sighed, and then began with a gentle voice.
"About four years ago, while I was trying to get to the top of my FBI job, one of the officers had ta-taken me away. He did very hurtful things to me. That man-an raped me.... I have never told anyone about the horrid, vivid images that rush through my head. I was scared to let anyone know. I didn't want anyone to care about me. I wanted to take care of myself. It- it hurts me- so much- to think of it...."
She clenched her fists against her legs again. She looked down, not wanting to meet Trece's gaze. She somehow trusted him with such information. She had never told anyone about her rape. It was, in complete truth, the most scariest thing that every happened to her. A lot of things have happened to her, and this one just happened to rank at the top. But, she did not cry, she was not gasping for breath. She felt..... better than she had....
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Post by trecex on Jan 27, 2009 21:28:50 GMT -6
“First of all let me say this I have OCD too but it’s not too bad, it helps me keep clean, Second let me say that you can’t let the past harm you forever, you have to move forward. I understand you had gotten raped but don’t let that hinder you from moving forward, if I were you I would get revenge, maybe even bite him, I wouldn’t be against that, honestly that’s what I think you should do. I guess you must trust me to be able to tell me that kind of information, I’m sorry to hear about what happened to you, but I can’t do anything about it, my conscious tells me to, and I want to but there is honestly nothing I can do.”
He sat there flabbergasted about the fact that she was able to tell him something so personal. He didn’t know what to think about it. He honestly wanted to help her but there was nothing he could do. He thought it was a shame what they did to her, messing with someone as nice as this. She seemed off at first but now she didn’t seem that bad to him.
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Post by lesliemoon on Jan 27, 2009 21:38:31 GMT -6
"Well, I can't exactly do anything to him since he was shot two days after he raped me. And, I understand that you think you can do nothing, but, in truth, you just helped me a lot. Just telling someone, knowing that even, you, as a stranger, could even care about such an disgrace to anything known to man, helped me a lot. So thank you."
She unclenched her fists as she spoke. She was telling the truth. She felt better now that someone knew and actually cared. Even if Trece was about to kill her when her first saw her. Even he cared, when no one else Leslie knew would ever care. SHe lived a lonely life, trying to do everything for herself... She smiled at him.
She was hesitant, at first, but then she got up off the couch. She walked slowly over to him, sitting next to him. She looked at him once before wrapping her arms around him. SHe was quite thankful for him to listen. She leaned her lips to his ear.
"Thank you for listening to me."
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Post by trecex on Jan 27, 2009 23:34:31 GMT -6
“I guess you are welcome” He said awkwardly
A hug was something he wasn’t expecting, he was wondering what she was doing when she got up off the couch and sat down next to him. He didn’t know what to say it was just awkward to him, this was the same girl that was brash not too long ago, the same woman that wanted to tick him off and push him to the edge even though that took a lot. He didn’t know if to hug her or not so he just sat there on the couch with her hugging him. Grabbing her by the arms and looking at her dead in her eyes he spoke.
“If something like this ever is about to happen just take the person out with your vampire strength don’t be afraid to use it, and if not then give me a call if you need help. I normally wouldn’t ally myself with vampires but did you chose to be one, it don’t seem like it.”
Staring in her eyes for some reason made him want to kiss her badly, but he knew that was out of the question.
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Post by lesliemoon on Jan 27, 2009 23:55:57 GMT -6
He pulled her away, gripping her wrists. “If something like this ever is about to happen just take the person out with your vampire strength don’t be afraid to use it, and if not then give me a call if you need help. I normally wouldn’t ally myself with vampires but did you chose to be one, it don’t seem like it.” Did this mean he cared? Well, it obviously meant something didn't it. Leslie raised an eyebrow as he spoke. Of course she didn't choose to be a disgrace to both the human name and vampire name (disgrace to humans for being such a vile creature, and disgrace to vampires for siding and being part of a puny weakling...). She was born this way, and she could honestly do nothing about it.
And then he looked her in the eye in a certian way that seemed almost calming and... irristible. 'No,' she said to herself, "no, I can't do that. That is wrong. So wrong.... but do I really care any longer....?' She didn't know whether it was the right wayor not, but, honestly, she no longer cared. She blinked once, looking softly at Trece with a smile.
She took her hand and softly brushed it across his cheek. She looked at him again, and then closed her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his lips softly. She knew it was wrong, but it felt good. 'Leslie,' her mind said to her, 'Do you know what your doing right now...?'
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Post by trecex on Jan 28, 2009 0:28:04 GMT -6
He knew she must have been born a vampire or was turned in some kind of way. There was no way that she was pure breed. He saw a glint in her eyes and for some reason her eyes shown their beauty. He saw her smile at him then brush her hand across his cheek. He froze up, she was touching him and for some reason he felt like a middle schooler getting their first kiss. Then she did just that when she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. He accepted it at first, his tongue brushing against her fangs then massaging her tongue. Then his mind slipped back to reality. He pulled her off him
“WHOA….. umm… what was that for? Are you sure that you want to kiss me?Arnt you older than me by how much??”
What was he thinking, a sexy seductive woman was kissing him and he stopped it. It wasn’t he style, but a lot of things were not his style, he had been doing things a lot like his brother Spero lately with benevolence and all. If he was even half the man his sister was he would have slayed this woman when she was on the ground crying.
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