goodbye_sun (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} 100daysofsorrow) wrote,@ 2008-02-28 01:28:00 |
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| Current music: | goodbye_sun=buzzcocks/vampirecow=metallica |
| Entry tags: | 24 - chapter 24 |
Chapter 24
you not a noplace
anonymous girl;
mister with his hands on you
he got his hands on
some
damn
body!
- Lucille Clifton
Warnings/Bonuses: Adult themes. Course language. Topless male sim.
57 Gorge Road, Elena Gorge. October 29, 2005. 1:57am  Daniel saw a thin line of light emanating from under the door, it carried with it a torrent of emotion. Even with the urgency of their situation he had to muster enough strength to face the deluge that waited him on the other side of the door. When he felt sufficiently focused he knocked lightly on the door before letting himself in the small room.  He tried to not notice how pungent the fear was and that her skin was slick with worry, “Katia? Good, you are awake.” “Where have you been?” Her voice cut down his spine. “There is no time for that, we need to go right now.” Her wide eyes glassed over, “Its Olivia isn’t it?” His nod was met with a raspy intake of breath. A quick gesture from his fingers to come with him pulled her from where she was sitting.  Katia picked up her bag and was met with a dark set of eyes travelling down the length of her body. Where they lingered made her feel incredibly exposed. Half laughing he asked, “Exactly what are you wearing? No, that will not do at all. We cannot go anywhere with you dressed like that. Hurry up and put on some clothes you can be seen in public in.” Daniel turned towards the door and waited.  “You expect me to get changed with you standing there?” “Katia, we do not have time for you to dawdle.” For measure he purred, “I can do it for you if you like.” He chuckled lightly as she threw the bag down on the bed and forced the zipper open.  As she pulled on a fresh t-shirt the brunette quietly stated, “I would have done it, you didn’t have to belittle me by standing there.” “I doubt there is anything that would encourage you to get clothes on faster than me being in the same room as you.” Katia swore under her breath in reply. Frances Lane, Anon. October 30, 2005. 4:13am  High Street, Baker Gully. November 1, 2005. 6:07am  Lyons Road, Ross. November 3, 2005. 4:22am  Angas Street, Woodcroft. November 5, 2005. 5:34am  He heard the soft sound of her footsteps as she slunk in the room. As quietly as she could Katia settled herself down on the floor at the foot of the bed. Her sleeping habits for the past week were intolerable enough, insisting on sleeping just outside his door, but this was more intrusion than he could bear. Daniel manoeuvred himself to the end of the bed. Once he was positioned to his satisfaction he bellowed, “Katia.” The sound punched through the darkness, making her gasp.  She bolted upright and could feel the heat growing in her cheeks, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” “What were you thinking? Why did you even come in there?” Katia let her finger swirl around a loose thread poking out of one of the seams of her pyjamas, “I just don’t want to be alone. If I’m here I know that you haven’t disappeared again like you did the other night.”  There was a guttural tone to his reply, “If you invade my privacy like this again I will assume you are interested in something other than a bit of reassurance.” He felt her shudder from the feel of his fingers running across her shoulder. She slapped his hand away and scrambled to her feet, “Don’t give me that pathetic sleazy bullshit.” He nodded towards the exit, “I presume you can find your way to the door then.”  Katia leaned into his line of sight and using her index finger for emphasis sneered, “You are supposed to be looking after me you and left me alone. You just wandered off, and Olivia was out there.” Daniel rose up in one swift movement forcing her to take several unsteady steps backward, “Do not mistake my intent of assisting you as something other than what it is. I am not here to be your friend or confidant. I am helping you because it is convenient for me to do so.”  She planted her feet and glared back at him, “You promised. You promised my Mother and my sister. Considering that they have both been taken away from me because of this stupid crusade of yours, you owe them.” “You can be so naïve girl. Some of my actions may seem benevolent, but I am in no way selfless. Testing me with silly games like sneaking in here, will only serve to make you realise that I am not a terribly honourable man.”  Daniel focused on her eyes, sending all his rage straight at her, but Katia held her ground. She stared back at him with an intensity that was unexpected; he was the first to drop his gaze. When she walked towards the door in triumph, he shivered from the blame she had forced through her system. It was a feeling that weighed deeply with him.  “Katia wait.” He pushed his bulk between her and the door, “I was not expecting you. When you came in here, I did not take the time to check myself.” “Didn’t check yourself? Is that some sort of half assed apology?”  “I can give you a full one. That night when I went out, I spent the whole time on the roof. I was never more than ten metres from you. It is just easier for me to concentrate when I have some distance from you. Everything about you blocks my senses; the roof gave me some space and clear head, but I was always close enough to you know you were out of harm's way.”  He watched the tension release from her shoulders before he continued, “The next time you do not feel like you are safe, just speak my name, I will be there in an instant.” Stepping away from the door he murmured, “Go get some sleep, we need to make time tonight.”  Daniel swallowed back the discomfort that latched on to him as she left. He closed the door and let himself fall back on to the bed. He gazed at the ceiling and softly spoke out loud, “Fuck me. It has only been two weeks old man, and you are already loosing what control you had of her.” to be continued |
