ArynMae20A smile pranced wickedly across Lisette’s dark features as she noticed Mila’s eyes unwillingly trail down her body. She suppressed the urge to make a sarcastic comment, and instead made a noise of encouragement. “Come on now, you could at least try to control yourself.” So obviously her attempts to keep her sharp tongue at bay were futile. She shivered slightly as Mila’s hand closed around her hip while the other caught hold of the dress zipper.
“Hold still then,”
Lisette did as she was told, standing still as marble as Mila pulled her just slightly closer. Her grin didn’t faltered as the zipper was slowly pulled downwards with a quiet noise. There was just a moment, with Mila hesitating behind her, that Lisette wondered if she should be fearful, or at least a little cautious. She was the impulsive one, yet she had also pushed Mila pretty far that night and she couldn’t be sure how much longer she’d keep her cool. She let out an inaudible sigh of relief when the older woman pulled away leaving her to slip out of the dress.
“You can pick something,”
She let her dress drop to the ground, the action taking Lissette just long enough to miss Mila’s inconspicuous display with the scarf, but not to notice the obvious change in demeanor from her companion. She gave her a curious look as she walked towards the closet and began sorting through the clothes, almost like she were browsing through a shop. She didn’t exactly rush to pick out something to wear that would cover her almost completely naked body, and instead took her time to asses each article before dismissing it and moving on. “My, you have quite the collection here.” She murmured casually, thinking about her measly few clothes back at the house. She usually just “borrowed” what she needed and disregarded it after she finished.
“You’re a little smaller than I am, aren’t you. Hopefully you can find something that works.”
Lisette made a mumbling noise, only half listening to Mila.
“Be a doll and toss me something too while you’re at it,”
Her head bobbed slightly as she pulled out a random pair of jeans and a plain shirt, thrusting the objects towards the woman without much care. “There you go, darling.” She studied Mila for just a second longer then she needed to, suspicion written in her gaze as she watched her shift uncomfortably in her perch. “I’m sure that will do...”
“I’ll be right back..”
A curious furrow in Lisette’s brow made the otherwise smooth skin crease. “Don’t be too long!” Her voice was mocking, despite the uncertain look on her face. “I’d miss you.” Bitterly laughing, she turned back to the closet and pulled out a second pair of dark jeans and a navy t-shirt. She quickly pulled the clothing on over her under garments. Mila had been right, the jeans fit snuggly around her waist yet ran long lengthwise, sitting on the bed she cuffed the bottoms. Despite the casualness of the outfit, Lisette still looked stunningly dangerous and callous as she gazed towards the bathroom where Mila had disappeared.
What the hell would she need in there? It wasn’t like either of them had much need for personal hygiene, unnatural cleanliness was a trademark of their curse. “Not hiding anymore pets in there are you, love?” She called, not very loud, she knew that Mila would hear her. “My! Wouldn’t Charlie be jealous.” She laughed, thinking about how pathetically ignorant the human was. There hadn’t been much exchange of talk between the two, but she could see it in her body language. The girl didn’t know what the hell she had gotten herself into. Lisette could understand that, human emotion got in the way of thinking clearly. Yet another reason why she did not miss humanity at all.
“Remember that pet you kept in the ‘50s? Wasn’t she a looker!” Lisette was casual running her hand along the ugly quilt, it was rough against her palm. Not that she noticed much, her mind was in an entirely different era. “And so tasty, oh my! Remember her?” Lisette’s eyes snapped towards the closed bathroom door, they burned darkly with the compulsive need to know just what Mila was doing. “But she was just so needy. You really shouldn’t indulge them so much, Mi. I mean if you’re going to keep pets, at least teach them the proper way to act towards their master.” She loathed disrespectful humans like a school teacher did children.
“I bet Booker will help you out with that one.” Her voice was malicious as she said it, imagining the small, blonde girl who had been cowering behind Mila, compliant to Booker’s whim. It was an amusing thought, and as much as she hated the thought of keeping pets, she couldn’t say that she wouldn’t highly enjoy seeing Mila’s human so enthralled by another. “Tell me, though, what’s the attraction? Wouldn’t you much rather take it all and then not have to deal with such trivial things like their needs?” Eating, sleeping, relieving themselves. Humans really weren’t much different from children in that regard.
Sitting on the bed, Lisette went silent for a moment. She resisted the ever growing need to get up and walk into the bathroom. Obviously she was hiding something, and that controlling, domineering creature inside of Lisette ached to know just exactly what that was. She wet her lips and narrowed her eyes towards the door. “Would you hurry it up in there! My, you’re acting ever so mysterious.” Her gut clenched with her compulsion as she balled the fabric in her vice-like fist. “I would think that you were hiding something, if I didn’t know you.”
“Can you speak up a little, darling? Did I just hear you say you do want it…?”
Her face was ashen as she stared past him and realized how big of a mistake she had just made. “Wait... No! I-I didn’t mean.. Don’t!” But it was too late and, like always, she had been instrumental in her own destruction. “Please!” Her gasping plea went unheard, she’d made her choice and he wasn’t going to just un-hear it. “Booker...” His name tasted like acid on her tongue, which had once again betrayed her. The feeling of his sharp teeth against her earlobe, however, distracted her from what she had been going to say as his voice came, low and sultry, in her ear.
“Is this how she did it too?”
Charlie’s lips gaped slightly as his hand crept up her side to cup her cheek. She wanted to pull away, but there was something in the way that his canines glistened and her stomach throbbed that kept her locked firmly in place, tears trickling down her cheeks. “You don’t know any-”
“She had you on your back, whimpering pathetically, craving release?”
Her eyes shut tightly and she shook her head just a bit, hardly noticeable as his fingers brushed gently against her cheek, the touch almost promising and kind. If it hadn’t of been for his grating teeth against the thin flesh on her ear, Charlie could have almost believed that. “Stop,” but they could both tell that she really didn’t mean that. “You can imagine her if you like, I don’t mind. Say her name even. I’m sure she would love that if she could see us now.” Charlie’s eyes blinked open and she gazed at the ceiling with a complicated expression. “Stop talking about her.” This time there was no hesitation in her voice, no conflict or covert meaning.
Charlie’s hard eyes softened a bit as Booker pulled away, her eyebrows furrowed as if to ask what he was doing. “You know I’m still a little full from earlier, now that I really think about it.” She didn’t enjoy the feeling of disappointment in her chest, she almost hated herself for it actually. “Oh...” Her lips turned down in a frown as another shiver of pain through her body made her jerk. There wasn’t any kind of pain medication that would really help her now, not anything a doctor could prescribe at least. She watched his tongue run along his teeth almost sensuously, the action was inviting. “B-but...” There she was, doing it again. She clamped her mouth shut, biting down on her lip until she could taste metallic blood in her mouth.
His hand pressed against her stomach, sending a vibration of agony through her body. She cried out softly, not a full cry of pain but a whimper that was cut off when his teeth pressed into her soft skin. Her eyes widened in shock, her lips parted in a squeak and then she relaxed. Melting into his touch unconsciously as the warm sensation numbed her toes and she moaned in response. Despite the fact that she could still feel his hands against the bruises on her midsection, Charlie didn’t feel any pain. It was blissful, even when he pulled away. She could move slightly, enough to get herself in a sitting position and look him in the eyes.
For A few moments, Char couldn’t find the words to say what she wanted to and instead sat there like an idiot, staring at him. “I-I... That... it can’t happen again.” She sounded more assertive than before, yet still apprehensive, as if she unconsciously knew the words were a lie.
“I’ll come back again later.”
She grimaced and didn’t respond, feeling the bed sink a little as he moved swiftly towards the door, closing it with an audible click. She was all alone, sitting on the rickety old bed in the middle of the city, bruised and feeling the euphoric aftermath of a vampire bite. She laughed aloud manically, it was like one of those tragic teen love stories that were all the rage now. Her life, which had always been precariously on the edge of spinning out of control, really had spun off a cliff. To the point where she almost didn’t believe it anymore, maybe she was suffering from some kind of weird trip, or perhaps she was dead and this was her hell.
It was just all so trivial. The mundane actions that seemed so worthwhile at the time, were absolutely pointless when it came right down to it. She saw her life, then, as it had been. Safe, causal, disappointing, and then compared this life to the bold, adventurous one she should have lived. A life where she didn’t settle for a minimum wage job and shitty gigs at a run down bar. A life where she thrived, instead of barely getting by in a world that seemed to completely overlook her. Once, Charlie had heard it said that the definition of hell was the person you had become meeting the person you could have been and now she could see just how accurate that actually was. So maybe she wasn’t dead, and she wasn’t actually in hell, but this had to be close enough.
And it wasn’t like she was going to sit here and let the devil have her. Charlie pursed her lips, tugging down her t-shirt that was still uncovering her mess of bruises, and slowly set her feet on the ground. She had lost her shoes and some point and now just wore her bare feet, which felt cool against the old wooden panels. It took her a moment to get her footing enough so that she was able to shuffle along, holding the wall for support. It didn’t hurt, necessarily, her head was still reeling, but the dull ache in her body, threatening to be even worse later on, did make it harder for her to reach the door and slowly pull it open. For such an old house, the door hinges were well oiled, it was easy enough for her to slip out of the room and into the long upstairs hallway without much hassle.
Assessing the situation, Charlie pursed her lips. She couldn’t run, she was in no shape to do that, but she could sneak away and hope that no one would see her. Pray that “Soon” meant at least an hour so that she could get a good heads start.
Or you could stay here.
She flinched. Yes, she could do that too. But how long until she became just as bad as any of the other humans here. It had only been twice, and already she could feel a need in her bones that was almost inexplicable. Like a part of her was missing. She slowly let out a breath and leaned against the shut door. What could she possibly be thinking, she couldn’t stay here. No, she had to go home and leave all of this a memory, like some bad dream that eventually she would forget. Yet despite the fact that she knew this is what she wanted to do, she couldn’t bring herself to walk any further than the top of the stairs and gaze down at the front door. She could tell that soon enough her stomach would be in knots again and she might not get another opportunity, but something inside of her refused to take it. She hesitated, biting her lip and wondering what in the hell she should do next.
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Lisette watched as Mila’s entire demeanor changed, a look of conceited pride written across her dark, marble features. The older woman sauntered forward, an air of dominance and intrigue about her as she approached the struggling woman with a charm that impressed even Lisette. A few hundred years of practice could do that for a person. Watching with growing fascination, she found herself leaning forward, hands placed imperiously on her hips. She was a woman of culture, despite her more sardonic pass times, and she could appreciate fine art when she noticed it. There was no doubt in her methodical mind that Mila’s enchanting performance was anything less then fine artistry at work. You’re going to have trouble on your hands... The thought crossed her mind briefly, causing a sly smirk to creep onto her lips. She lived for trouble.
She laughed aloud at the human’s compliancy. They were all so supine, so easily coaxed and prodded. Like toys, complacent, weak and rather amusing. “Do you own this store?” Lisette could see past the cursory act that Mila played, to the blood lust deep in her eyes. It was positively endearing, and made Lisette feel a sting of disdain and jealousy. “Y-Yes,” She couldn’t help but notice how cool Mila kept herself, her self control was rather impressive as she pushed the woman against the door and gently pressed her lips to the thin skin of the lady’s neck. Lisette shuddered a bit at the thought of it, as Mila swiftly turned with the woman in her arms and caught her eye.
Smirking, Lisette indolently waved. Yet the pleasure mixed with smug preeminence in Mila’s face made her stomach clench. Especially when Mila’s teeth finally pierced the surface of the woman’s slender neck. With the right eye, it was a beautiful thing to watch. Enjoyable, even. Her lips parted unconsciously as her head tilted slightly upwards, her gaze drifting over her nose. In her eyes was a look of eager anticipation and morbid desire, Lisette looked like a person, completely engrossed in a fascinating television show, lost in a world of fantasy and make believe. And when Mila finally drew away, letting the woman’s body drop to the ground, Lisette began to clap.
“Admit that you missed seeing performances like that one,”
The gliding older vampire threw her hand lethargically over Lisette’s shoulders, who widened her eyes in response. “And boost your ego even more? I think not.” She winked devilishly, only feeling slightly over-powered by Mila’s arm, which was heavy against her shoulders. “I know how to bring out the flavor.” Lisette laughed aloud at this one, her eyes sparkling with sinister delight. “Oh do you n-” She was interrupted by the feel of Mila’s lips on hers. Not gentle or teasing, but harsh and almost sensual. She could taste the human’s blood on her tongue and a lazy smile grew on her lips as she embraced the kiss, one hand unconsciously cupping Mila’s hip. “See?” Lisette chose to ignore the taunting look in Mila’s eyes as she pulled away. “I suppose so.” It wasn’t exactly a compliment.
Against her will, Lisette was pulled forward by her dress. It was a proprieting action on Mila’s part, that made Lisette grit her teeth although her dark eyes gleamed with beguilement. “Well hello there...” Her giggling voice held a vicious hint, yet she didn’t dare pull away. She wasn’t going to show Mila how much she hated being dominated, at least not anymore than she already knew.
“Come on, let’s go before the streets get too crowded.”
In a swift motion, Lisette pulled away from Mila’s imperious hold on her dress and instead stood next to her so that their shoulders brushed gently. She grasped the other woman’s hand, a little too tightly for it to be a friendly gesture. “I agree, darling.” Her voice drawled out the last word as her grip on Mila’s hand tightened. “Why don’t you lead the way.” She gestured with her free hand, not taking her eyes off of Mila’s features. “No detours either, please. I am rather tired. It’s been a full night, don’t you think?” She paused for a moment, letting Mila lead them down them down the street. “I wonder how Booker and Charlie are doing.” Her voice was teasing as her thumb lightly caressed Mila’s hand. “I must say, I’m curious! I wonder if they are having as much fun as you and that shopkeep did.” She was still studying Mila’s face as she said it, testing the woman’s limits.
Although she valued control so very much, the younger vampire enjoyed the exhilaration of playing with that power. Measuring how far she could push a person before they snapped, and this game had always been played best with her current opponent.
They neared a small hotel, it was a very discreet place set in a less dense part of the city. Only a few cars filled the parking lot as the two bare-footed women walked quickly towards the main doors and into a simple lobby. It was comfortable, far from the best place that Lisette had ever been in yet even farther from the worse. “Quaint.” She murmured, finally breaking her fierce gaze at Mila to take in her surroundings. “Quiet.” Her murmurs were conversationally as they meandered through the hall, still gripping hands with bone breaking strength. The two stopped before a door with slightly chipped paint and an old, metal number nailed into it.
“Aw! Perfect,” as the door was pushed open, Lisette abruptly let go of Mila’s hand and hurried into the room. She flopped onto one of the double beds that were neatly made, most certainly never used by the room’s current occupant. “My, to sleep again.” Lisette murmured, lying flat on her back and looking up at the yellowing ceiling. “That is mayhap the only thing about humanity I miss. To just be oblivious for a couple hours, unaware of the world. It’s a true gift, taken so for granted.” She rambled, uncharacteristically sentimental. “But then again, I could never miss the weakness of it all. Human’s are so frail. It’s pitiful.” She had never made it a secret to her spiteful hatred for humanity. She was no better than the common slave master, back in her day, looking down on humans like a lesser to her, the only difference? She actually was the more powerful being.
Lisette pulled herself lethargically into a sitting position and settled her almost sensuous gaze on Mila. “So tell me, darling, do you miss humanity?” Her fingers drummed against the ugly comforter while she let herself relax for just one second longer.
Languorously, she slid off the bed. Standing so that she could survey the small room that was crowded with two double beds both comforted with ugly, patchwork sheets. A small dresser was pushed against the opposing wall and several tacky pictures hung on the walls. There was even the luxury of a small television in the corner, playing a late night comedy show softly. She only glanced at the small box before turning her face away in disgust. “I never did understand the excitement over those things, they only serve to make people drooling idiots.” She sighed and shook her head turning to do one last once-over of the place before turning her attention to Mila. “I’m assuming those aren’t the only clothes you own.” She murmured, gesturing to the outfit that Mila was wearing. “I’d like to change, it feels like I’ve been in this gown forever.” She turned pulling her dark hair over her shoulder and peeking at her companion. “Unzip me, love...” It wasn’t a question, but an expectation as she grinned wickedly and winked.
“You poor thing,”
She tried not to stiffen when his cold fingers brushed the hair from her face, halfly because she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she was absolutely terrified and also because every time she moved, her body flared up painfully and it was hard for her to breath.
“What was it that you whispered to me while I carried you just now? Take me home? You know, I think I could do that, if that’s what you really want. But first, you should rest for a bit. They really did a number on you, didn’t they..”
Her sarcastic laugh faded into a round of soft moans as she looked up into his concerned face. She could almost believe it, she wanted to believe it. There was a part of Charlie that made sure, no matter how many times she got hurt, that she was still a willingly trusting person. And this case was no different as she gazed up at him, her eyes pleading and pathetic. “Take me to a hospital, I can rest there.” Her cracking voice murmured hopefully. “I want a doctor..” Yet she wasn’t sure if he heard that, or perhaps it was that he just didn’t care as his own gaze flickered to Char’s midsection.
“May I?”
She didn’t try and protest, mostly because it hurt too badly to move, when his hand started to drag the hem of her shirt upwards, exposing the mess of bruises. They were like a map across her belly, giving chaotic directions to nowhere. She was repulsed yet intrigued as his icy hands brushed over top of the mosaic bruising, making her shiver. It did feel good, and she murmured a low “Yes,” in response as she let her head fall back against the pillow and closed her eyes, trying to regulate her unsteady breaths. A small reverberation of pain through her body jolted her back to awareness, though, and she realized that she was falling right into his trap. Her thick voice squeaked out a pathetic, half-hearted attempt at defiance. “You know, she’ll come for you.” To which she was loath to notice the small jerk of his lips into a grin as he continued to ceaselessly caress her stomach. She gasped in surprise when his fingers brushed over the sensitive skin of her hip.
“Are you sure about that?”
No, not at all. But she didn’t say that aloud, just stared at him with glowering eyes. “You don’t know her like I do. You don’t know her very well at all, actually. Well, you know that she almost killed you.” Charlie flinched, her breath catching as she looked away from Booker and at the wall. “That was an accident...” She didn’t know why, exactly, she was defending her. Booker was right, she didn’t really know Mila, not like he did at least, and she had almost killed her. It was morally wrong for her to be coming to her defence right then, yet Charlie did anyways. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“She gets obsessive about certain people, certain pets, but it’s always short lived. Trust me. The stories I could tell you about some of her exploits. She’s very good.”
Charlie shuddered and shut her eyes tightly, trying to keep the quiver from her lip. He was right, more than right. Charlie had the tendency to attach herself to people, to concoct ideas in her head that were very loosely based off reality. There was no way that Mila was coming to save her, nobody saved her. She wasn’t a beautiful damsel in distress, and there was no hero coming to her rescue. She was all she had. These sour feelings boiled in her stomach, yet she was still reluctant to believe them.
“You really think she’s coming for you don’t you?”
She looked at him then, catching the look of pity in his eyes. It made her blush hard, her face burning a bright, hot red, she didn’t want anyone's pity, especially his. Booker’s hand was laying flat against her bruised, swollen stomach now, and he was pressing on the marks lightly. Enough to make her chest jerk upwards as she cried out in pain. “Stop it! Stop!” Tears formed in her irises as agony flashed through her body. “Maybe this will speed things up then,” another protesting cry as she tried to twist away from him, only causing herself more gut wrenching pain. “Am I hurting you?” Her breathless moan was answer enough as tears slipped onto her cheeks. Her entire body felt like it had been dunked in a pot of boiling water, and was slowly melting from the inside out. “How about now? This will make her come running.” Charlie was crying then, pitiful sobs that racked her body as she tried to push his arms away. He was pinching her skin in a way that was painful enough without the bruises.
“You’ve made your point!” She blurted, pushing against his python like arm with her hands. “Just, please stop...” This was a pathetic murmur that turned into a sigh of relief as his fingers finally released her skin and went back to gently stroking her stomach. She tried to control her sobs. “The best thing you could do right now is relax. And forget about her because she’s already forgotten about you.” Booker spoke as if they were having just a casual, everyday conversation despite the words that came out of his mouth and the fact that he was capable of inflicting unimaginable pain with just the flick of his fingers. “No big surprise there...” She hiccuped, tears streaking down her cheeks. “In fact, she has a thing for Lisette. It’s so obvious!” Charlie nodded sadly, lifting her fist to her face so that she could attempt to dry her tears. She didn’t try to talk anymore as he continued to strip away any last remnants of hope she had in her.
“A little presumptuous of you to think she would throw herself at the feet of a mortal, don’t you think? Not when she has everything. What can you offer her?”
She felt his fingers against her neck, where her pulse thudded quickly.
“Besides this? And for how long?”
Charlie looked away, pursuing her lips. “You don’t have to keep talking, I get it.” She murmured, feeling her heart break just a small bit in her chest. She just wanted to sleep then, to forget about the world for at least a little while. Glancing up at his lips, she realized that there was another way to do that. An easier way... a weaker way. Her dry lips parted slightly when a quiet knock on the door shook her from her musings. She head twisted to the side to watch a young man, just as ill looking as all of the other pets, rush towards a beckoning Booker and press a pitcher of water into his hand. Without waiting for her to respond to his ever-so-polite offering of water, Booker pressed the container of cool liquid to her lips, it felt blessed against her dry mouth.
“Now, now, don’t be reserved. I promise there are no strings attached to this. Just my way of apologizing on behalf of my guests. If I had known they would do this to you…”
She mostly ignored him as she lapped up the water eagerly, before he pulled the jug away and set it on the nearby night table. “You know, if you really are in pain…” He flashed his teeth at her, making Charlie’s gut clench because she knew exactly what was coming.
“I could make you feel a lot better. And fast.”
She shuddered slightly at the thought. Yes, she knew that he could. It was getting tiresome, fighting him off, resisting the urge to just give in and feel that ecstasy that she had so craved since that night with Mila. His voice was deep in her ear, making promises that she wanted so badly for him to fulfil. Her eyes closed instinctively and her weak hand fluttered unconsciously to gently place itself on his cool forearm, before she realized what she was doing and pulled away quickly. Her eyes shot open to stare into his dark ones. “No...” Her moaning voice was pleading with him to stop, because she didn’t trust herself anymore.
“You know how good could it feels. Imagine it.”
With another whimpering moan, Charlie tried to press herself deeper into the mattress, farther away from him. Yet there wasn’t much space for her to retreat to, and the feeling of his cold breath against her neck made her toes feel numb. She really could imagine it, especially when the throbbing in her stomach flared again for no reason. Yes, he could take her away from all of this, from both the physical and emotional pain that boiled inside of her. She could remember little bits of the way it felt, like floating and dying all at the same time. The perfect mixture of morbidity and ecstasy that made her legs shake and her heart clench in anticipation. She could almost feel Booker’s canines against the nape of her neck, pressing against her skin, breaking the surface -
No.
“All you have to do is ask me.”
She gazed up at him with wide, conflicted eyes that sparkled with tears yet at the same time told of her yearning. She wanted so badly to say the words that would most certainly give her the relief she desperately needed. “I don’t want...” But even she knew now that the words were worthless, she was going to give in eventually. Her humanity, selfish and pathetic, would force her to give in and let him bite her like the parasite he was. The worse part about it was, even though she knew just how wrong it was, she wouldn’t dislike the intoxicating feeling, in fact she would love it. Later on she would regret her decision, but now she couldn’t fight anymore. She was too tired. Her eyes fluttered shut for a few moments and a look of complex confliction made her facial features twitch before she let out a shallow breath.
“Just... do it.”
She laughed aloud at the human’s compliancy. They were all so supine, so easily coaxed and prodded. Like toys, complacent, weak and rather amusing. “Do you own this store?” Lisette could see past the cursory act that Mila played, to the blood lust deep in her eyes. It was positively endearing, and made Lisette feel a sting of disdain and jealousy. “Y-Yes,” She couldn’t help but notice how cool Mila kept herself, her self control was rather impressive as she pushed the woman against the door and gently pressed her lips to the thin skin of the lady’s neck. Lisette shuddered a bit at the thought of it, as Mila swiftly turned with the woman in her arms and caught her eye.
Smirking, Lisette indolently waved. Yet the pleasure mixed with smug preeminence in Mila’s face made her stomach clench. Especially when Mila’s teeth finally pierced the surface of the woman’s slender neck. With the right eye, it was a beautiful thing to watch. Enjoyable, even. Her lips parted unconsciously as her head tilted slightly upwards, her gaze drifting over her nose. In her eyes was a look of eager anticipation and morbid desire, Lisette looked like a person, completely engrossed in a fascinating television show, lost in a world of fantasy and make believe. And when Mila finally drew away, letting the woman’s body drop to the ground, Lisette began to clap.
“Admit that you missed seeing performances like that one,”
The gliding older vampire threw her hand lethargically over Lisette’s shoulders, who widened her eyes in response. “And boost your ego even more? I think not.” She winked devilishly, only feeling slightly over-powered by Mila’s arm, which was heavy against her shoulders. “I know how to bring out the flavor.” Lisette laughed aloud at this one, her eyes sparkling with sinister delight. “Oh do you n-” She was interrupted by the feel of Mila’s lips on hers. Not gentle or teasing, but harsh and almost sensual. She could taste the human’s blood on her tongue and a lazy smile grew on her lips as she embraced the kiss, one hand unconsciously cupping Mila’s hip. “See?” Lisette chose to ignore the taunting look in Mila’s eyes as she pulled away. “I suppose so.” It wasn’t exactly a compliment.
Against her will, Lisette was pulled forward by her dress. It was a proprieting action on Mila’s part, that made Lisette grit her teeth although her dark eyes gleamed with beguilement. “Well hello there...” Her giggling voice held a vicious hint, yet she didn’t dare pull away. She wasn’t going to show Mila how much she hated being dominated, at least not anymore than she already knew.
“Come on, let’s go before the streets get too crowded.”
In a swift motion, Lisette pulled away from Mila’s imperious hold on her dress and instead stood next to her so that their shoulders brushed gently. She grasped the other woman’s hand, a little too tightly for it to be a friendly gesture. “I agree, darling.” Her voice drawled out the last word as her grip on Mila’s hand tightened. “Why don’t you lead the way.” She gestured with her free hand, not taking her eyes off of Mila’s features. “No detours either, please. I am rather tired. It’s been a full night, don’t you think?” She paused for a moment, letting Mila lead them down them down the street. “I wonder how Booker and Charlie are doing.” Her voice was teasing as her thumb lightly caressed Mila’s hand. “I must say, I’m curious! I wonder if they are having as much fun as you and that shopkeep did.” She was still studying Mila’s face as she said it, testing the woman’s limits.
Although she valued control so very much, the younger vampire enjoyed the exhilaration of playing with that power. Measuring how far she could push a person before they snapped, and this game had always been played best with her current opponent.
They neared a small hotel, it was a very discreet place set in a less dense part of the city. Only a few cars filled the parking lot as the two bare-footed women walked quickly towards the main doors and into a simple lobby. It was comfortable, far from the best place that Lisette had ever been in yet even farther from the worse. “Quaint.” She murmured, finally breaking her fierce gaze at Mila to take in her surroundings. “Quiet.” Her murmurs were conversationally as they meandered through the hall, still gripping hands with bone breaking strength. The two stopped before a door with slightly chipped paint and an old, metal number nailed into it.
“Aw! Perfect,” as the door was pushed open, Lisette abruptly let go of Mila’s hand and hurried into the room. She flopped onto one of the double beds that were neatly made, most certainly never used by the room’s current occupant. “My, to sleep again.” Lisette murmured, lying flat on her back and looking up at the yellowing ceiling. “That is mayhap the only thing about humanity I miss. To just be oblivious for a couple hours, unaware of the world. It’s a true gift, taken so for granted.” She rambled, uncharacteristically sentimental. “But then again, I could never miss the weakness of it all. Human’s are so frail. It’s pitiful.” She had never made it a secret to her spiteful hatred for humanity. She was no better than the common slave master, back in her day, looking down on humans like a lesser to her, the only difference? She actually was the more powerful being.
Lisette pulled herself lethargically into a sitting position and settled her almost sensuous gaze on Mila. “So tell me, darling, do you miss humanity?” Her fingers drummed against the ugly comforter while she let herself relax for just one second longer.
Languorously, she slid off the bed. Standing so that she could survey the small room that was crowded with two double beds both comforted with ugly, patchwork sheets. A small dresser was pushed against the opposing wall and several tacky pictures hung on the walls. There was even the luxury of a small television in the corner, playing a late night comedy show softly. She only glanced at the small box before turning her face away in disgust. “I never did understand the excitement over those things, they only serve to make people drooling idiots.” She sighed and shook her head turning to do one last once-over of the place before turning her attention to Mila. “I’m assuming those aren’t the only clothes you own.” She murmured, gesturing to the outfit that Mila was wearing. “I’d like to change, it feels like I’ve been in this gown forever.” She turned pulling her dark hair over her shoulder and peeking at her companion. “Unzip me, love...” It wasn’t a question, but an expectation as she grinned wickedly and winked.
“You poor thing,”
She tried not to stiffen when his cold fingers brushed the hair from her face, halfly because she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she was absolutely terrified and also because every time she moved, her body flared up painfully and it was hard for her to breath.
“What was it that you whispered to me while I carried you just now? Take me home? You know, I think I could do that, if that’s what you really want. But first, you should rest for a bit. They really did a number on you, didn’t they..”
Her sarcastic laugh faded into a round of soft moans as she looked up into his concerned face. She could almost believe it, she wanted to believe it. There was a part of Charlie that made sure, no matter how many times she got hurt, that she was still a willingly trusting person. And this case was no different as she gazed up at him, her eyes pleading and pathetic. “Take me to a hospital, I can rest there.” Her cracking voice murmured hopefully. “I want a doctor..” Yet she wasn’t sure if he heard that, or perhaps it was that he just didn’t care as his own gaze flickered to Char’s midsection.
“May I?”
She didn’t try and protest, mostly because it hurt too badly to move, when his hand started to drag the hem of her shirt upwards, exposing the mess of bruises. They were like a map across her belly, giving chaotic directions to nowhere. She was repulsed yet intrigued as his icy hands brushed over top of the mosaic bruising, making her shiver. It did feel good, and she murmured a low “Yes,” in response as she let her head fall back against the pillow and closed her eyes, trying to regulate her unsteady breaths. A small reverberation of pain through her body jolted her back to awareness, though, and she realized that she was falling right into his trap. Her thick voice squeaked out a pathetic, half-hearted attempt at defiance. “You know, she’ll come for you.” To which she was loath to notice the small jerk of his lips into a grin as he continued to ceaselessly caress her stomach. She gasped in surprise when his fingers brushed over the sensitive skin of her hip.
“Are you sure about that?”
No, not at all. But she didn’t say that aloud, just stared at him with glowering eyes. “You don’t know her like I do. You don’t know her very well at all, actually. Well, you know that she almost killed you.” Charlie flinched, her breath catching as she looked away from Booker and at the wall. “That was an accident...” She didn’t know why, exactly, she was defending her. Booker was right, she didn’t really know Mila, not like he did at least, and she had almost killed her. It was morally wrong for her to be coming to her defence right then, yet Charlie did anyways. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“She gets obsessive about certain people, certain pets, but it’s always short lived. Trust me. The stories I could tell you about some of her exploits. She’s very good.”
Charlie shuddered and shut her eyes tightly, trying to keep the quiver from her lip. He was right, more than right. Charlie had the tendency to attach herself to people, to concoct ideas in her head that were very loosely based off reality. There was no way that Mila was coming to save her, nobody saved her. She wasn’t a beautiful damsel in distress, and there was no hero coming to her rescue. She was all she had. These sour feelings boiled in her stomach, yet she was still reluctant to believe them.
“You really think she’s coming for you don’t you?”
She looked at him then, catching the look of pity in his eyes. It made her blush hard, her face burning a bright, hot red, she didn’t want anyone's pity, especially his. Booker’s hand was laying flat against her bruised, swollen stomach now, and he was pressing on the marks lightly. Enough to make her chest jerk upwards as she cried out in pain. “Stop it! Stop!” Tears formed in her irises as agony flashed through her body. “Maybe this will speed things up then,” another protesting cry as she tried to twist away from him, only causing herself more gut wrenching pain. “Am I hurting you?” Her breathless moan was answer enough as tears slipped onto her cheeks. Her entire body felt like it had been dunked in a pot of boiling water, and was slowly melting from the inside out. “How about now? This will make her come running.” Charlie was crying then, pitiful sobs that racked her body as she tried to push his arms away. He was pinching her skin in a way that was painful enough without the bruises.
“You’ve made your point!” She blurted, pushing against his python like arm with her hands. “Just, please stop...” This was a pathetic murmur that turned into a sigh of relief as his fingers finally released her skin and went back to gently stroking her stomach. She tried to control her sobs. “The best thing you could do right now is relax. And forget about her because she’s already forgotten about you.” Booker spoke as if they were having just a casual, everyday conversation despite the words that came out of his mouth and the fact that he was capable of inflicting unimaginable pain with just the flick of his fingers. “No big surprise there...” She hiccuped, tears streaking down her cheeks. “In fact, she has a thing for Lisette. It’s so obvious!” Charlie nodded sadly, lifting her fist to her face so that she could attempt to dry her tears. She didn’t try to talk anymore as he continued to strip away any last remnants of hope she had in her.
“A little presumptuous of you to think she would throw herself at the feet of a mortal, don’t you think? Not when she has everything. What can you offer her?”
She felt his fingers against her neck, where her pulse thudded quickly.
“Besides this? And for how long?”
Charlie looked away, pursuing her lips. “You don’t have to keep talking, I get it.” She murmured, feeling her heart break just a small bit in her chest. She just wanted to sleep then, to forget about the world for at least a little while. Glancing up at his lips, she realized that there was another way to do that. An easier way... a weaker way. Her dry lips parted slightly when a quiet knock on the door shook her from her musings. She head twisted to the side to watch a young man, just as ill looking as all of the other pets, rush towards a beckoning Booker and press a pitcher of water into his hand. Without waiting for her to respond to his ever-so-polite offering of water, Booker pressed the container of cool liquid to her lips, it felt blessed against her dry mouth.
“Now, now, don’t be reserved. I promise there are no strings attached to this. Just my way of apologizing on behalf of my guests. If I had known they would do this to you…”
She mostly ignored him as she lapped up the water eagerly, before he pulled the jug away and set it on the nearby night table. “You know, if you really are in pain…” He flashed his teeth at her, making Charlie’s gut clench because she knew exactly what was coming.
“I could make you feel a lot better. And fast.”
She shuddered slightly at the thought. Yes, she knew that he could. It was getting tiresome, fighting him off, resisting the urge to just give in and feel that ecstasy that she had so craved since that night with Mila. His voice was deep in her ear, making promises that she wanted so badly for him to fulfil. Her eyes closed instinctively and her weak hand fluttered unconsciously to gently place itself on his cool forearm, before she realized what she was doing and pulled away quickly. Her eyes shot open to stare into his dark ones. “No...” Her moaning voice was pleading with him to stop, because she didn’t trust herself anymore.
“You know how good could it feels. Imagine it.”
With another whimpering moan, Charlie tried to press herself deeper into the mattress, farther away from him. Yet there wasn’t much space for her to retreat to, and the feeling of his cold breath against her neck made her toes feel numb. She really could imagine it, especially when the throbbing in her stomach flared again for no reason. Yes, he could take her away from all of this, from both the physical and emotional pain that boiled inside of her. She could remember little bits of the way it felt, like floating and dying all at the same time. The perfect mixture of morbidity and ecstasy that made her legs shake and her heart clench in anticipation. She could almost feel Booker’s canines against the nape of her neck, pressing against her skin, breaking the surface -
No.
“All you have to do is ask me.”
She gazed up at him with wide, conflicted eyes that sparkled with tears yet at the same time told of her yearning. She wanted so badly to say the words that would most certainly give her the relief she desperately needed. “I don’t want...” But even she knew now that the words were worthless, she was going to give in eventually. Her humanity, selfish and pathetic, would force her to give in and let him bite her like the parasite he was. The worse part about it was, even though she knew just how wrong it was, she wouldn’t dislike the intoxicating feeling, in fact she would love it. Later on she would regret her decision, but now she couldn’t fight anymore. She was too tired. Her eyes fluttered shut for a few moments and a look of complex confliction made her facial features twitch before she let out a shallow breath.
“Just... do it.”
I've always like the Hound, I don't know why I just think he's really misunderstood #rooting for the underdog XD
Oh, I honestly never noticed that. I don't even really notice in american shows that they have different accents, maybe it's because I hear people talking in my real life everyday and then most of the shows I watch are american made? That makes sense to me... Anyways! Yes, omg Bo <3 Kenzi reminds me of a character from a book series I read so that adds to my love for her, and she is just super sassy! I love it.
*Packs bags immediately* When does the next train for university land leave because I want to be there, now. Hah, in other words: Flashmobs are so fun! I did one in Hali a couple years ago to promote bullying awareness and all of that stuff and this year we were suppose to do an engagement one for this guy who lived in like Ontario or something but then him and his girlfriend broke up so that was kinda awkie.
Man, you're making me wish I could get into it more! Maybe if I had somewhere interesting to run... y'know what! My summer goal will be to pick up running, so that when I graduate high school I will have something to turn to so that I do not gain a bunch of weight and then I can get hip dermals... yes this is a good plan. Oh my god snakes? Big snakes? Oh my god, fucking kill me now, I can't deal with those slimy abominations DX We don't have any big/poisonous snakes in Nova Scotia, so I don't really have to worry about them, but when I was a kid I watched a documentary on these huge pythons and that scarred me. I would probably be in tears. Wait.. he started taking pictures? Okay, if I had been that girl I would have just left him there like, nope you go ahead with your weird ass snake worshiping shit while I go back to safety. Ew, I can't stand spiders either. We have spiders in my backyard and they use to live in my playhouse so we could never go up into the attic just in case there were huge ass spiders in there.
I feel like I am so missing out, okay! I have decided. I am putting Stephen King on hold for now and going to the library and picking up a book by either of those authors. Suggestions?
No accidentally hitting on people and them being like, what the hell are you doing I'm straight. That's a biggie. Oh my goodness speaking of telling people, I was doing laundry today (yay me) and my blog was open on my laptop and I was listening to music. My dad walked into the room and like the first picture on my blog was of two girls kissing and he looked at it and then walked away and I was like well shit... But I don't think he actually noticed/thought anything of it. I had a bit of a panic attack for a minute though. Hmm, that's interesting. I don't really know all that much about don't ask don't tell, my family isn't a military family and it was just something that I was never taught, just because it didn't really come up at all, so that is actually really cool to know. As for your dad having to tell people about their family members... wow. That takes a special kind of person and a special kind of compassion. I can only imagine how hard it would be. Exactly, I mean sometimes I am super tempted to tell people but then I think about it and I don't know how okay I am with it myself. There is some people who I know would actually try and talk me out of being gay, as if they could actually do that. It's just taken me a long time to be okay with myself in a sense of the person that I am and fitting in with people etc., and the reason it took me so long was because I had to listen to everyones thoughts on who I should be, defining me before I had a chance to define myself. Then I was stuck in their definition, which wasn't a very positive one, and it lead me to making bad choices and seeing myself as an awful person. Now that I am at that good point and ready to move on, I don't want to open myself up to that happening again. So yes, basically what you said.
Haha, but what's life without a little mess once in a while? I feel like beer pong is something you have to do at least once in your life, just to say you did!
It honestly scares the crap out of me, partially because I know I'll suck, and also because I won't trust other people on the road. DX Ahh! That is so cool, that your mom lived in Germany. If you could speak german that would give you like a hundred million more cool points but you don't so, y'know *shrugs* what can ya do. XD Yeah, I mean I'm pretty sure people over there speak English too... I'd get by. Honestly I am seriously taking this into consideration right now, hah. And omg she is so cute, but I think she's straight... think. Most likely, anyways I may or may not flirt with her because I mean her english is good, but my subtle flirtations are better so yeah, it may make me an awful person but ftw >.<
That is the most amazing thing ever, british accents, above all accents, are the best. Hands down, no exceptions. XD
Edit: Aha, that's great XD Gotta love tumblr!
Oh, I honestly never noticed that. I don't even really notice in american shows that they have different accents, maybe it's because I hear people talking in my real life everyday and then most of the shows I watch are american made? That makes sense to me... Anyways! Yes, omg Bo <3 Kenzi reminds me of a character from a book series I read so that adds to my love for her, and she is just super sassy! I love it.
*Packs bags immediately* When does the next train for university land leave because I want to be there, now. Hah, in other words: Flashmobs are so fun! I did one in Hali a couple years ago to promote bullying awareness and all of that stuff and this year we were suppose to do an engagement one for this guy who lived in like Ontario or something but then him and his girlfriend broke up so that was kinda awkie.
Man, you're making me wish I could get into it more! Maybe if I had somewhere interesting to run... y'know what! My summer goal will be to pick up running, so that when I graduate high school I will have something to turn to so that I do not gain a bunch of weight and then I can get hip dermals... yes this is a good plan. Oh my god snakes? Big snakes? Oh my god, fucking kill me now, I can't deal with those slimy abominations DX We don't have any big/poisonous snakes in Nova Scotia, so I don't really have to worry about them, but when I was a kid I watched a documentary on these huge pythons and that scarred me. I would probably be in tears. Wait.. he started taking pictures? Okay, if I had been that girl I would have just left him there like, nope you go ahead with your weird ass snake worshiping shit while I go back to safety. Ew, I can't stand spiders either. We have spiders in my backyard and they use to live in my playhouse so we could never go up into the attic just in case there were huge ass spiders in there.
I feel like I am so missing out, okay! I have decided. I am putting Stephen King on hold for now and going to the library and picking up a book by either of those authors. Suggestions?
No accidentally hitting on people and them being like, what the hell are you doing I'm straight. That's a biggie. Oh my goodness speaking of telling people, I was doing laundry today (yay me) and my blog was open on my laptop and I was listening to music. My dad walked into the room and like the first picture on my blog was of two girls kissing and he looked at it and then walked away and I was like well shit... But I don't think he actually noticed/thought anything of it. I had a bit of a panic attack for a minute though. Hmm, that's interesting. I don't really know all that much about don't ask don't tell, my family isn't a military family and it was just something that I was never taught, just because it didn't really come up at all, so that is actually really cool to know. As for your dad having to tell people about their family members... wow. That takes a special kind of person and a special kind of compassion. I can only imagine how hard it would be. Exactly, I mean sometimes I am super tempted to tell people but then I think about it and I don't know how okay I am with it myself. There is some people who I know would actually try and talk me out of being gay, as if they could actually do that. It's just taken me a long time to be okay with myself in a sense of the person that I am and fitting in with people etc., and the reason it took me so long was because I had to listen to everyones thoughts on who I should be, defining me before I had a chance to define myself. Then I was stuck in their definition, which wasn't a very positive one, and it lead me to making bad choices and seeing myself as an awful person. Now that I am at that good point and ready to move on, I don't want to open myself up to that happening again. So yes, basically what you said.
Haha, but what's life without a little mess once in a while? I feel like beer pong is something you have to do at least once in your life, just to say you did!
It honestly scares the crap out of me, partially because I know I'll suck, and also because I won't trust other people on the road. DX Ahh! That is so cool, that your mom lived in Germany. If you could speak german that would give you like a hundred million more cool points but you don't so, y'know *shrugs* what can ya do. XD Yeah, I mean I'm pretty sure people over there speak English too... I'd get by. Honestly I am seriously taking this into consideration right now, hah. And omg she is so cute, but I think she's straight... think. Most likely, anyways I may or may not flirt with her because I mean her english is good, but my subtle flirtations are better so yeah, it may make me an awful person but ftw >.<
That is the most amazing thing ever, british accents, above all accents, are the best. Hands down, no exceptions. XD
Edit: Aha, that's great XD Gotta love tumblr!
I know! Grr, he makes me so angry! I can't decide if Sansa was safer in the capital or with him. I mean at least in Kings Landing she had Tyrion sort of looking out for her. Oh, oh! As for Dany, I can't even explain my love for her. Like, she is so perfect <3 Her and Jon are my favourite characters by far. But oh man, Oberyn! He takes a close second, that's for sure. That part made me incredibly happy! Man, I could probably go on forever, it is just such a perfect show.
Hmm, maybe I'll get my dad to download it and then we'll watch it, or I'll just watch it myself on the computer. Ah! I love Lost Girl! I've only seen an episode here and there when my mom was watching it, but I've always wanted to go back and watch all the episodes. I just really like Faeries, heh XD I didn't know it was canadian, though, so that's kinda cool! Can't say I've seen that other one though...
Please tell me you broke into High School Musical and had an epic flash mob afterwards? :D
Yeah, it hurts but I don't consider stretching (other then the log sit, eesh) to be unbearable pain. It's kinda like the good pain that makes you feel better even though it's a little uncomfortable. I can't run/jog for shit though, that is the type of thing I can't deal with. I get really bored and really tired, although I really wish I could keep it up for longer then fifteen minutes. Do you jog a lot? I know people who use running the same way I use dance, like an outlet for all their negativity, which I think is great.
Yeah, totally read it! V.C Andrews is great. Oh, right! I remember you mentioning that. That's the one by Charles Dickens, correct?
Hear Me is good, but my favourite would have to be Who Needs Who. It was on Hemlock Grove, so that's how I found the band! :D Okay, let me remind you that I have a serious god-complex, I am god. And with that title, comes a magical gay-dar <3 Aha, but in all seriousness, she was just joking around and trying to be witty or something. I usually can't tell either, unless it is like super blatant. Hahaha, oh man, moms are great XD I never totally understood don't ask don't tell, it's a little discouraging that it ever existing to begin with, but I suppose society's kind of evolved from that hasn't it? I talked with my guidance counsellor the other day and we discussed how much more open our society has become to people of different sexualities and such. Being gay now isn't something that people are ashamed, which is so wonderful. Go your dad go! Haha, that is really great of him. I feel like bing a psychologist would be really hard, especially to people who have been in combat. You'd hear some pretty scary stuff. Eh, I think you'll just know when it's right to tell them. My biggest thing is I don't like feeling out of control, I am such an introvert/control freak and on the inside I may be fully accepting and cool with everything but I like to keep that acceptance in my own little bubble, because once you share your stuff with the world it's hard to control anymore, y'know?
Hehe ;) Oh man, you sound like my kind of peoples, werk it! Ahaha, I feel like beer pong would be really messy. Especially if you weren't overly coordinated to begin with..
I don't know if that is true or not! I don't usually wonder how old I have to be to rent a car, since I am physically refusing to get my license because that is scary and no. Hmm, if I had to chose it would definitely be somewhere in Europe! There is this cute girl in my drama class who is from Germany and we were talking today about what it was like to study in a different country. She told me that I should go study over there, so that would be neat. I've always found Germany to be a really interesting country, plus I really like German accents, heh. Problem is, I don't really speak the language. XD
You are very welcome! And yes, tumblr descriptors and pretty great, although the technical definitions don't always match what you're trying to describe...
Hmm, maybe I'll get my dad to download it and then we'll watch it, or I'll just watch it myself on the computer. Ah! I love Lost Girl! I've only seen an episode here and there when my mom was watching it, but I've always wanted to go back and watch all the episodes. I just really like Faeries, heh XD I didn't know it was canadian, though, so that's kinda cool! Can't say I've seen that other one though...
Please tell me you broke into High School Musical and had an epic flash mob afterwards? :D
Yeah, it hurts but I don't consider stretching (other then the log sit, eesh) to be unbearable pain. It's kinda like the good pain that makes you feel better even though it's a little uncomfortable. I can't run/jog for shit though, that is the type of thing I can't deal with. I get really bored and really tired, although I really wish I could keep it up for longer then fifteen minutes. Do you jog a lot? I know people who use running the same way I use dance, like an outlet for all their negativity, which I think is great.
Yeah, totally read it! V.C Andrews is great. Oh, right! I remember you mentioning that. That's the one by Charles Dickens, correct?
Hear Me is good, but my favourite would have to be Who Needs Who. It was on Hemlock Grove, so that's how I found the band! :D Okay, let me remind you that I have a serious god-complex, I am god. And with that title, comes a magical gay-dar <3 Aha, but in all seriousness, she was just joking around and trying to be witty or something. I usually can't tell either, unless it is like super blatant. Hahaha, oh man, moms are great XD I never totally understood don't ask don't tell, it's a little discouraging that it ever existing to begin with, but I suppose society's kind of evolved from that hasn't it? I talked with my guidance counsellor the other day and we discussed how much more open our society has become to people of different sexualities and such. Being gay now isn't something that people are ashamed, which is so wonderful. Go your dad go! Haha, that is really great of him. I feel like bing a psychologist would be really hard, especially to people who have been in combat. You'd hear some pretty scary stuff. Eh, I think you'll just know when it's right to tell them. My biggest thing is I don't like feeling out of control, I am such an introvert/control freak and on the inside I may be fully accepting and cool with everything but I like to keep that acceptance in my own little bubble, because once you share your stuff with the world it's hard to control anymore, y'know?
Hehe ;) Oh man, you sound like my kind of peoples, werk it! Ahaha, I feel like beer pong would be really messy. Especially if you weren't overly coordinated to begin with..
I don't know if that is true or not! I don't usually wonder how old I have to be to rent a car, since I am physically refusing to get my license because that is scary and no. Hmm, if I had to chose it would definitely be somewhere in Europe! There is this cute girl in my drama class who is from Germany and we were talking today about what it was like to study in a different country. She told me that I should go study over there, so that would be neat. I've always found Germany to be a really interesting country, plus I really like German accents, heh. Problem is, I don't really speak the language. XD
You are very welcome! And yes, tumblr descriptors and pretty great, although the technical definitions don't always match what you're trying to describe...
I JUST FUCKING WATCHED IT AND I CAN'T COMPREHEND MY LIFE. "I've only ever loved one woman in my life... your sister" God fucking damn, kill yourself little finger you murderous perv DX And then, when Sansa was like standing in the snow, I started crying... like it was pathetic. But can we just talk about Dany and super-hot-guy-who-kills-people for a minute, omg yes. And then Jon, I hate that he is such an underdog. God I love him <3 Okay, Imma stop now. *zips lips* (But the part with the Melisandre... like stop GoT, just stop pls I am crying) *actually zips lips* XD
Okay, I will certainly have to watch that one! Is it on netflix? Honestly I like unsettling/creepy, rather then just full out gory horror. Ahh, you better watch that or I will be thoroughly disappointed! :p Oh, I actually was thinking the other day that I had to tell you about a movie to watch! It came out a couple of years ago. It's called "Splice" and it has a really cool story line and isn't too scary, although there is a bunch of pop up moments. Oh! And it's Canadian made, so that is kind of cool!
Heh, yeah... she thinks I don't appreciate her but honestly I really do. I have really great parents <3 Oh, boys! Always acting all tough and stuff XD I'm sure he'll appreciate you being there! Gotta love siblings! Oh my goodness, that sounds like such a perfect, cliche moment I love it, hehe. That must have been really great, I am literally praying for graduation. Ahhh! That's not a bad thing! I'm 16 and tbh I want tupperware and I always pick out the dish towels for our kitchen and stuff. :) Besides, futons suck so you probably need a real couch... ;p But y'know...forever 21 git cards are cool too, just as a suggestion :D
I sit in my splits for 2 minutes and thirty seconds each day! That's a lie, a huge lie. I never stretch.. oops. But I've started stretching everyday. I also warm up really well before I do any kind of hardcore stretching. Oh, and there is this painful stretch called the log sit where you sit with your legs stacked on one another, and where I have no hip/glute flexibility that one really hurts. But in my audition today, my teachers told me that my flexibility had greatly improved!! I was happy :)
Those sound really good, actually. I feel the need-to-read. :p You would probably really like V.C Andrews, have you ever heard of the book/movie (don't ever watch the movie if you haven't already, oh my god it doesn't do the book any justice) Flowers in the Attic? Her novels are really risque, especially for how old they are. Like there is a lot of really bold themes, incest being the biggest one in Flowers in the Attic. That sounds awful but the series is actual really good, and a lot of her other novels are really great.
Yes, definitely check them out! They aren't as dark and dreary as the name suggests. And Lana, oh my god. I can't even comprehend her beautiful-ness. I understand every and all persons addiction to her. She is a goddess. Aha, you can just tell, huh? No I get that, there are some people and you're just like yeah... you be gay my friend. Oh my goodness, the other day I was talking to my mom about how I wouldn't of thought my friend Skylar was gay at all and she told me my "Gay-dar" must be off, I kind of giggled. Ahaha, in it for the Grace gifs, huh? I'm in it for the fame... I am royalty like let's get real XD No, I'm kidding, I don't really want to be tumblr famous, I don't really care to have anon hate. But actually, 16... I gained a new follower!! *happy dances* Six followers actually isn't bad... I had mine for a while before I actually started using it and I was at a solid four for a couple of months :D Murrrr, good, and ahh... yeah. Maybe that is a tad bit weird. It probably isn't any of the stuff you would like anyways! Also, I think you mentioned putting your own stuff on there? Like your japan pictures and all that? I say: Good idea! :)
*bows* Yeah, I know I am ;) Ahaha, I feel like that is exactly the type of thing I would say, and then people would be like "Da Fuq?" Sorry if they can't handle the awesomeness..
I get that, sometimes I worry that I'm going to be in school my whole life and I won't ever get to see the world, but I mean med-school will be a really great experience in itself and I've already traveled quite a bit. I just really want to spend a summer backpacking across Europe, or building homes in a third world country or something exciting like that. 18 is everything else, actually. You can vote (which I probably won't do because who has time for politics, I would be happy with an anarchy tbh), legally consent, rent cars, I think, and your basically just considered an adult and you're held accountable or your own actions and stuff (so like you're tried as an adult in court, etc.). Honestly, though, it never made sense to me how you have to wait a whole other year to be aloud to buy alcohol or go to bars when they trust you with everything else, that is slightly confusing. Hmm, study abroad? Yes and no. I want to go to Dalhousie, it's a university in Halifax and it is really great school, but I think it would be cool to study somewhere else in the world. I'm going to keep my options open, that's for sure. Ahahahaha, that made me giggle!
Edit: OMG! THANK YOU <3 That means a lot.. Yours isn't too shabby, I suppose ;) Really though, I actually like it a lot. I've said it before but it just has such a boho, vintage, organic feel to it, where as mine borders on b&w depression blog and like boho/vintage. I couldn't decide which I liked better, they're both so me!
Actually another Edit: I meant to say that your post was really great... I loved it!
Okay, I will certainly have to watch that one! Is it on netflix? Honestly I like unsettling/creepy, rather then just full out gory horror. Ahh, you better watch that or I will be thoroughly disappointed! :p Oh, I actually was thinking the other day that I had to tell you about a movie to watch! It came out a couple of years ago. It's called "Splice" and it has a really cool story line and isn't too scary, although there is a bunch of pop up moments. Oh! And it's Canadian made, so that is kind of cool!
Heh, yeah... she thinks I don't appreciate her but honestly I really do. I have really great parents <3 Oh, boys! Always acting all tough and stuff XD I'm sure he'll appreciate you being there! Gotta love siblings! Oh my goodness, that sounds like such a perfect, cliche moment I love it, hehe. That must have been really great, I am literally praying for graduation. Ahhh! That's not a bad thing! I'm 16 and tbh I want tupperware and I always pick out the dish towels for our kitchen and stuff. :) Besides, futons suck so you probably need a real couch... ;p But y'know...forever 21 git cards are cool too, just as a suggestion :D
I sit in my splits for 2 minutes and thirty seconds each day! That's a lie, a huge lie. I never stretch.. oops. But I've started stretching everyday. I also warm up really well before I do any kind of hardcore stretching. Oh, and there is this painful stretch called the log sit where you sit with your legs stacked on one another, and where I have no hip/glute flexibility that one really hurts. But in my audition today, my teachers told me that my flexibility had greatly improved!! I was happy :)
Those sound really good, actually. I feel the need-to-read. :p You would probably really like V.C Andrews, have you ever heard of the book/movie (don't ever watch the movie if you haven't already, oh my god it doesn't do the book any justice) Flowers in the Attic? Her novels are really risque, especially for how old they are. Like there is a lot of really bold themes, incest being the biggest one in Flowers in the Attic. That sounds awful but the series is actual really good, and a lot of her other novels are really great.
Yes, definitely check them out! They aren't as dark and dreary as the name suggests. And Lana, oh my god. I can't even comprehend her beautiful-ness. I understand every and all persons addiction to her. She is a goddess. Aha, you can just tell, huh? No I get that, there are some people and you're just like yeah... you be gay my friend. Oh my goodness, the other day I was talking to my mom about how I wouldn't of thought my friend Skylar was gay at all and she told me my "Gay-dar" must be off, I kind of giggled. Ahaha, in it for the Grace gifs, huh? I'm in it for the fame... I am royalty like let's get real XD No, I'm kidding, I don't really want to be tumblr famous, I don't really care to have anon hate. But actually, 16... I gained a new follower!! *happy dances* Six followers actually isn't bad... I had mine for a while before I actually started using it and I was at a solid four for a couple of months :D Murrrr, good, and ahh... yeah. Maybe that is a tad bit weird. It probably isn't any of the stuff you would like anyways! Also, I think you mentioned putting your own stuff on there? Like your japan pictures and all that? I say: Good idea! :)
*bows* Yeah, I know I am ;) Ahaha, I feel like that is exactly the type of thing I would say, and then people would be like "Da Fuq?" Sorry if they can't handle the awesomeness..
I get that, sometimes I worry that I'm going to be in school my whole life and I won't ever get to see the world, but I mean med-school will be a really great experience in itself and I've already traveled quite a bit. I just really want to spend a summer backpacking across Europe, or building homes in a third world country or something exciting like that. 18 is everything else, actually. You can vote (which I probably won't do because who has time for politics, I would be happy with an anarchy tbh), legally consent, rent cars, I think, and your basically just considered an adult and you're held accountable or your own actions and stuff (so like you're tried as an adult in court, etc.). Honestly, though, it never made sense to me how you have to wait a whole other year to be aloud to buy alcohol or go to bars when they trust you with everything else, that is slightly confusing. Hmm, study abroad? Yes and no. I want to go to Dalhousie, it's a university in Halifax and it is really great school, but I think it would be cool to study somewhere else in the world. I'm going to keep my options open, that's for sure. Ahahahaha, that made me giggle!
Edit: OMG! THANK YOU <3 That means a lot.. Yours isn't too shabby, I suppose ;) Really though, I actually like it a lot. I've said it before but it just has such a boho, vintage, organic feel to it, where as mine borders on b&w depression blog and like boho/vintage. I couldn't decide which I liked better, they're both so me!
Actually another Edit: I meant to say that your post was really great... I loved it!
Kinda sorta, it's more of a mystery, sci fi, investigation-y mix. It's cool! And aha, oh.. that is somewhat awkward. Oops XD More chances of me watching it now, though. I've heard that breaking bad was good! Maybe that'll be my new binge.. And yes, up until the latest episode because my stupid dad didn't illegally download it for me. DX Hahaha Was it good?? No spoilers!
Haha, yeah my parents pressure me to actually get a job xD So I get that one, heh. Honestly, I don't think there is a such thing as "too clean", except in the case of people with serious OCD or something. The only reason my room isn't clean is because I am super lazy and busy. I just don't have the time or energy. But when I move out on my own I will totally be super organized, clean and probably super crafty and decorative. Or I hope I will at least... Ahahaha, my mom does my laundry! I mean, I could but I don't.. :p #ohmygodImlazy Ooh, have fun at that one, don't get bored to death.. hah. No, I'm sure it'll be great to see your little brother graduate, I'd probably cry but I'm over emotional when it comes to those things, so yeah. Heh, a new couch? That's a sensible birthday present! I love couches so much... XD
Ehh, a couple of times. There is a couple things about yoga that I like, I use to meditate and I love shavasana, but you hold the positions for so long and it stiffens your hips and makes you lose flexibility, which is kinda bad for a dancer.
I recognize her name... hmmm. What does she write about? Oh, and start with Cujo! :)
I'm obsessing over this band called Dark Dark Dark right now. And Lana <3 She is literally so beautiful I don't understand.. *swoon*. Ahaha, and yeah by the way, I can tell already. My feed is kind of overwhelmed by gifs of her, thanks for that XD Then again you'll have to deal with all my dumb, sad stuff so I'll hush up now. It really is isn't? How many followers do you have? I only have 15 *angry face* but whatever, I don't really follow a lot of people either. My biggest pet peeve, though, is when people reblog a bunch of stuff from you and then don't follow you!! Like obviously you were on my blog and obviously you liked it so stop being a self-righteous bum. How did tumblr know? Must be psychic or something... Wouldn't surprise me that site is majestic XD
Yeah, I am very mature.. >.< Heh. But I watched a video and it was hilarious and I was like, do that, I want! Going all yoda on that shit and then yeah. It didn't happen. I cried. :p Never Have I Ever, yes... that game would be fun if I wasn't me and actually did stupid stuff. It'd have to be like 'Never have I ever done homework' and I'd be like 'Oh, I got that one!" XD
Exactly, I just want to get through the next two years peacefully and then finally go to uni, that is the goal: Survive high school. To be honest, getting older doesn't scare me so much. I can picture myself at 30 and 50 and 80 and none of that necessarily freaks me out. It's actually kind of exciting, to imagine what I could accomplish by that time. Haha, that's funny! Can't say I feel the same way though, nineteenth birthday you can come any day now, thanks XD
Mhmm, maybe! I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens! I don't think I need a relationship right now anyways, I'm too distracted with everything else as it is. Thanks for that, though. Thanks for everything really. :)
Haha, yeah my parents pressure me to actually get a job xD So I get that one, heh. Honestly, I don't think there is a such thing as "too clean", except in the case of people with serious OCD or something. The only reason my room isn't clean is because I am super lazy and busy. I just don't have the time or energy. But when I move out on my own I will totally be super organized, clean and probably super crafty and decorative. Or I hope I will at least... Ahahaha, my mom does my laundry! I mean, I could but I don't.. :p #ohmygodImlazy Ooh, have fun at that one, don't get bored to death.. hah. No, I'm sure it'll be great to see your little brother graduate, I'd probably cry but I'm over emotional when it comes to those things, so yeah. Heh, a new couch? That's a sensible birthday present! I love couches so much... XD
Ehh, a couple of times. There is a couple things about yoga that I like, I use to meditate and I love shavasana, but you hold the positions for so long and it stiffens your hips and makes you lose flexibility, which is kinda bad for a dancer.
I recognize her name... hmmm. What does she write about? Oh, and start with Cujo! :)
I'm obsessing over this band called Dark Dark Dark right now. And Lana <3 She is literally so beautiful I don't understand.. *swoon*. Ahaha, and yeah by the way, I can tell already. My feed is kind of overwhelmed by gifs of her, thanks for that XD Then again you'll have to deal with all my dumb, sad stuff so I'll hush up now. It really is isn't? How many followers do you have? I only have 15 *angry face* but whatever, I don't really follow a lot of people either. My biggest pet peeve, though, is when people reblog a bunch of stuff from you and then don't follow you!! Like obviously you were on my blog and obviously you liked it so stop being a self-righteous bum. How did tumblr know? Must be psychic or something... Wouldn't surprise me that site is majestic XD
Yeah, I am very mature.. >.< Heh. But I watched a video and it was hilarious and I was like, do that, I want! Going all yoda on that shit and then yeah. It didn't happen. I cried. :p Never Have I Ever, yes... that game would be fun if I wasn't me and actually did stupid stuff. It'd have to be like 'Never have I ever done homework' and I'd be like 'Oh, I got that one!" XD
Exactly, I just want to get through the next two years peacefully and then finally go to uni, that is the goal: Survive high school. To be honest, getting older doesn't scare me so much. I can picture myself at 30 and 50 and 80 and none of that necessarily freaks me out. It's actually kind of exciting, to imagine what I could accomplish by that time. Haha, that's funny! Can't say I feel the same way though, nineteenth birthday you can come any day now, thanks XD
Mhmm, maybe! I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens! I don't think I need a relationship right now anyways, I'm too distracted with everything else as it is. Thanks for that, though. Thanks for everything really. :)
“You both underestimate her. She won’t be seduced by his tricks…just like I won’t be by yours,”
With widened eyes, Lisette chuckled softly. “She’s human, Mila! There is nothing to underestimate.. Are you really so blind to that?” Her voice twanged slightly as she leaned her head exasperatedly against the brick wall. “You would do so much better with someone of your own kind, don’t you think.” She sent a sarcastic wink and laughed a little at Mila’s groaned response. “Don’t flatter yourself,” A look of fictitious shock and hurt masked Lisette’s unnatural featured. “Oh, Mila!” She was ready to fling yet another satirical comment when Mila spoke up again.
“Don’t you think I could have had you by now, if I’d wanted? You were still so impulsive when I met you and Booker. Just like a fledgling. You’re still impulsive now, aren’t you. Pathetic. ”
Her smile faltered a tiny bit as her cold heart thudded with resentment. Pathetic? She really had the audacity to call her pathetic? Lisette’s jaw tightened briefly and her eyes flashed with something more sinister and deadly than her previous sardonic demeanor, before she regained her composure, just as quickly as she had lost it, and a smile pulled back over her sharpened fangs. That possessive, greedy creature that lived inside of her beautiful skin was brewing with anger, even as she tilted her head back slowly, eyebrows raised suggestively. “Do your worse, if you really think that you could of had me.” It only occurred to her for a moment that perhaps this was a bad idea, Mila was pathetically hungry. Yet, what was life without a couple risks? Besides, she was curious about whether or not she would actually attempt it. Standing there for several quiet moments, Lisette nodded and brought er head back into a normal position. “I see.” Her voice was an amused whisper as she pulled her companion closer, so that her own lips were pressed lightly against the nape of Mila’s neck. “By the way, you’d do well to remember not to call me pathetic, love.”
She pulled away then, yet still uncomfortably close. Her self-righteous heart was still clenched with enmity as her gaze swept Mila’s features. The woman was speaking again, and Lisette had to suppress a groan “As for his junkies..” It wasn’t hard to miss the slight hesitation in the older woman’s voice, it made her eyes widen, arrogantly questioning. “I’ll…I’ll get to her before they can-..”
“You’ve always wanted to be the hero.” It wasn’t a question, or even a derisive sneer this time. It was more of a pathetic comment, almost sad and disappointed. And perhaps even a hint of jealousy, not that she would ever admit it. “We really should get going.” Lisette was mentally kicking herself for losing her demeanor not once, but twice already. If she kept up, she really would be the pathetic, impulsive monster that Mila accused her of being.
“Fine,” Lisette attempted a smile, her sharp teeth pressing wickedly against her bottom lip. It didn’t take much for her to reassume her sardonic role and gaze wickedly at Mila. “We’ll eat first.”
“Oh good! Then we’ll have to find some place to bunk for the day, won’t we?” She mused slightly about this, keeping her grip tightly on Mila’s shoulders. “Will you let go of me.” She ignored the look of contempt in Mila’s eyes and instead reflected quietly, looking thoughtful and incredibly presumptuous. “Well....” She was taking that moment to reassure herself that she wasn’t weak or pathetic.
“Please.”
Lisette grinned manically, tightening her grip on Mila’s shoulders for a split second before abruptly letting her go and pushing her backwards, giving herself enough space to walk away from the wall and start down the street. “Only because you asked so nicely, love.” Her sugary voice drifted through the air as she began an eerie glide down the street. “Hurry up, now, we don’t have forever.” Lisette didn’t look behind herself to see if Mila was following, if she knew what was good for her little pet she would keep up. “Now what we were talking about? Right! I remember!” She stopped for a second and let Mila catch up with her, interlocking her arm through the other woman’s. “We need a place to stay! My, my.... I’d take you back to the house but you’d probably just cause Book and I problems, wouldn’t you?” With a mocking sigh, she continued. “Besides, I’m sure that he is enjoying himself. Oh and Charlie as well! I’m sure she isn’t too opposed. Oh!” Looking over at Mila, her dark eyes glistened. “I know! Her apartment must be close by? We’ll go there.”
By now she was just rambling, filling the space with pointless banter that she knew would get under Mila’s skin. It gave her an unnatural delight to see others squirm, especially Mila. “Now, that’s settled...” She lifted her face into the air and breathed in deeply. “Let’s find you-”
“Aha! Here that? The early bird catches the worm.” She sent a wink towards Mila as her arm slowly raised to point across the road where a middle aged woman was unlocking a small convenience store. The woman was juggling the keys to the store in one hand, and a coffee in the other. Under her arm she balanced a thick brown folder. It was pathetically amusing to watch her struggle to open the shop, especially when the keys dropped to the ground and a sharp curse wafted through towards the two lethal women. “Oh, how awful!” Lisette sighed feigning sympathy. She had moved to stand behind Mila, uncomfortably close, with her hands placed domineeringly on the woman’s hips and her lips pressed against her ear.
“Why don’t you go help her? And remember what I said before: Don’t hold back.”
She slowly pulled her face away, letting her hands slide up Mila’s sides and to her back, where she gave a small, encouraging push. “Go on, darling, do your worst... I’ve been waiting for this.” With a maniac giggle and a small, mocking wave she shooed Mila away. “And be quick about it!”
The wind against her cheeks was exhilarating and wildly rejuvenating. She'd done it, she'd actually made it out of the house! She hadn't even expected to make it to the door and now she felt her feet smacking against the gravel on the road and her heart thudding painfully in her chest. She didn't look behind herself and kept her gaze forwards towards the sun that was peeking over the horizon and giving her that little extra drive to move forward and get away. She would go home, and once she was there she would lock her door, shut her windows and hide in her room until she could sum up the courage to face the real world, if this could even be considered real anymore. Her heavy breaths shuddered out of her weak body as she continued at an increasing rate, accelerating away from the house and to her salvation... until a face flashed across her mind.
Mila.
Her feet stopped and she slowed. Standing in the middle of the street with a pathetic look on her face. What about Mila? She'd been left behind with that other one. Keep going, it doesn't matter now. Her inner thoughts chided her as she stumbled a couple steps forward. But it did matter, deep in her gut she knew it mattered. In her sleepless nights plagued with thoughts and memories, in her tireless musings she knew that it mattered. “Keep going..” she murmured to herself. “You can deal with this lat-” She stopped mid sentence when the sound of a person drove her forward unconsciously. How dumb had she’d been to stop in the middle of the street like that? The pounding footsteps behind her were like ice in her already stony heart.
“You’re mine!”
She thundered forward, her mind momentarily clear from all of it’s toil. Charlie could feel the entity at her back, yet it was taking them effort to catch up. She could tell in the back of her mind, as the breath from this person warmed the nape of her neck, that they were human. Human. That made her feel even more ill as the unknown person threw themself at her, hands wrapping around her midsection as the two tumbled painfully to the ground. “Get the fuck off me!” Her hands reached up to grasp a fistful of nappy hair. She felt nails scraping against her face and was momentarily taken back to high school, the memory didn’t last long, though, when she felt her own hair being tugged at painfully. “Stupid bitch, what the-” Grunting she tried to push the woman off of her in an attempt that was half efficient. Yet in her moment of conceited triumph, she hadn’t noticed the two other people who had stumblingly caught up to them.
“Hold her down! Get her arms!”
Her head whipped around, blond, matted hair hitting her face as she did so. “Shit.” She felt their grips on her upper arms, pulling her onto her knees with strength that ultimately surprised her, in their state. “Shit!” She repeated, watching with narrowed eyes as the blonde one rubbed her hands manically.. “I got you, I got you,”
“We got her.” Charlie barked out a sound that was half a laugh and half a groan. “You didn’t get shit, you stupid, stupid pets.” She muttered, her voice dripping with contempt as she struggled against the abnormally strong hands that gripped her. She met the woman’s icy glare with derision.
“Shut up,” Her voice was sharp, bitter and even a little despondent, it made Charlie ireful to say the least. She once again tried to pull out of her captor’s grasp, to no avail. “It used to be only me, you know. I had him all to myself. And then he brought more, and more, and now he’s got you, hasn’t he.” Shaking her head Charlie sighed. “No one has me. Listen, if you just let me go then you can have him to yourself again. I’ll leave, I promise.” Yet it seemed her words fell on deaf ears as the woman began to pitifully rub at her eyes.
“And you’re so pretty.”
Charlie’s gut wrenched at how pathetic that sounded. She must have been beautiful once, why else would Booker have picked her? Her life had been taken just as much as Charlie’s, probably even more, and it was sad. Sad, right up to the point when her booted foot connected with Charlie’s midsection, causing her body to double over and spit to fly from her lips. “What the he-”
“Beautiful.” Another kick in the gut would have sent her sprawling if not for the two hands that kept her firmly in place. The breath was knocked out of her and she was fighting for air, struggling like a mad man as her mind repeated a phrase that she was all too familiar with. She’s going to kill me, she’s going to kill me, she’s going to kill me.
“Young. Don’t let her squirm away!”
A third kick in her gut had Charlie’s eyes blurring, black spots in her vision that wouldn’t clear no matter how many times she blinked. “S-stop.” Her rasping voice pleaded gently. “Please...”
“How about instead of bringing you back, we just kill you. And then instead of ‘you’re next,’ it will be ‘you’re first!’.”
Charlie exhaled slowly and shut her eyes, trying to coware away from the hovering foot that threatened a fourth kick, that would certainly send her into full unconsciousness. Her lips formed words that her voice couldn’t speak. Stop... She kept her eyes firmly shut, ready to be sent into darkness at any given minute and preparing herself for the fact that she might never wake up again, until the people that held her up abruptly let her fall into a heap on the ground. Her eyelids lethargically blinked open to see Booker, standing with the woman’s arm in his hand and sneering something at her. She couldn’t hear him though, not over the sound of rushing water in her ears. But he was mad, she could tell that much.
She shut her eyes tightly when he came to hover over her, her rasping breaths fighting for life. It felt like eternity as she lie there in the cold, sodden ground with the sun slowing shying upwards, before his hands scooped her into his stony embrace. She was too tired to fight him as his voice murmured in her ear.
“Who could have guessed they would do something like that to you?”
And that hurt little girl inside of her, the one who always sought the best in people, wanted so badly to believe his innocent charade. “Home..” She murmured gently as her head lazily fell against his chest. “Take me.. home.”
She shifted in and out of consciousness as his smooth steps, this time walking at a normal human pace and not speeding blindly down the road, took them back in the direction that she had just escaped from. So they weren’t going home, she wasn’t surprised. Her chest ached like she’d been flattened by a truck. Her entire body was like lead in his arms, and she knew that even if she could find the effort to stand, there wouldn’t be any kind of chance of escape again. She was done for. This was it. A small sob came from her nearly inert body as they crossed the threshold, back into the aging house. She felt herself being carried upwards and finally being placed in an uncomfortable bed with scratchy sheets, the end of the bed sagged slightly with the weight of another person... although ‘person’ was probably a stretch.
“Can you hear me, Charlie?”
Her eyes fluttered open slowly and she licked her parched lips. “Sadly..” She rasped, the attempt to talk sending her into a coughing fit. She took a couple of moments, sitting powerlessly on the bed, to let herself come to terms with what was happening. With a couple calming breaths, that didn’t really help the growing ball of angst in the pit of her probably injured stomach, she finally spoke. “You know, she’ll come for you,” she wasn’t sure if what she was saying was a lie or not. She didn’t technically know if Mila cared enough to come looking for her... to come save her, but Charlie hoped. “If you hurt me, you’re done for. So I wouldn’t if I were you.” She could hear the bullshit in her own voice just as much as she was sure he could, but it didn’t stop her from sneering up at him.
With widened eyes, Lisette chuckled softly. “She’s human, Mila! There is nothing to underestimate.. Are you really so blind to that?” Her voice twanged slightly as she leaned her head exasperatedly against the brick wall. “You would do so much better with someone of your own kind, don’t you think.” She sent a sarcastic wink and laughed a little at Mila’s groaned response. “Don’t flatter yourself,” A look of fictitious shock and hurt masked Lisette’s unnatural featured. “Oh, Mila!” She was ready to fling yet another satirical comment when Mila spoke up again.
“Don’t you think I could have had you by now, if I’d wanted? You were still so impulsive when I met you and Booker. Just like a fledgling. You’re still impulsive now, aren’t you. Pathetic. ”
Her smile faltered a tiny bit as her cold heart thudded with resentment. Pathetic? She really had the audacity to call her pathetic? Lisette’s jaw tightened briefly and her eyes flashed with something more sinister and deadly than her previous sardonic demeanor, before she regained her composure, just as quickly as she had lost it, and a smile pulled back over her sharpened fangs. That possessive, greedy creature that lived inside of her beautiful skin was brewing with anger, even as she tilted her head back slowly, eyebrows raised suggestively. “Do your worse, if you really think that you could of had me.” It only occurred to her for a moment that perhaps this was a bad idea, Mila was pathetically hungry. Yet, what was life without a couple risks? Besides, she was curious about whether or not she would actually attempt it. Standing there for several quiet moments, Lisette nodded and brought er head back into a normal position. “I see.” Her voice was an amused whisper as she pulled her companion closer, so that her own lips were pressed lightly against the nape of Mila’s neck. “By the way, you’d do well to remember not to call me pathetic, love.”
She pulled away then, yet still uncomfortably close. Her self-righteous heart was still clenched with enmity as her gaze swept Mila’s features. The woman was speaking again, and Lisette had to suppress a groan “As for his junkies..” It wasn’t hard to miss the slight hesitation in the older woman’s voice, it made her eyes widen, arrogantly questioning. “I’ll…I’ll get to her before they can-..”
“You’ve always wanted to be the hero.” It wasn’t a question, or even a derisive sneer this time. It was more of a pathetic comment, almost sad and disappointed. And perhaps even a hint of jealousy, not that she would ever admit it. “We really should get going.” Lisette was mentally kicking herself for losing her demeanor not once, but twice already. If she kept up, she really would be the pathetic, impulsive monster that Mila accused her of being.
“Fine,” Lisette attempted a smile, her sharp teeth pressing wickedly against her bottom lip. It didn’t take much for her to reassume her sardonic role and gaze wickedly at Mila. “We’ll eat first.”
“Oh good! Then we’ll have to find some place to bunk for the day, won’t we?” She mused slightly about this, keeping her grip tightly on Mila’s shoulders. “Will you let go of me.” She ignored the look of contempt in Mila’s eyes and instead reflected quietly, looking thoughtful and incredibly presumptuous. “Well....” She was taking that moment to reassure herself that she wasn’t weak or pathetic.
“Please.”
Lisette grinned manically, tightening her grip on Mila’s shoulders for a split second before abruptly letting her go and pushing her backwards, giving herself enough space to walk away from the wall and start down the street. “Only because you asked so nicely, love.” Her sugary voice drifted through the air as she began an eerie glide down the street. “Hurry up, now, we don’t have forever.” Lisette didn’t look behind herself to see if Mila was following, if she knew what was good for her little pet she would keep up. “Now what we were talking about? Right! I remember!” She stopped for a second and let Mila catch up with her, interlocking her arm through the other woman’s. “We need a place to stay! My, my.... I’d take you back to the house but you’d probably just cause Book and I problems, wouldn’t you?” With a mocking sigh, she continued. “Besides, I’m sure that he is enjoying himself. Oh and Charlie as well! I’m sure she isn’t too opposed. Oh!” Looking over at Mila, her dark eyes glistened. “I know! Her apartment must be close by? We’ll go there.”
By now she was just rambling, filling the space with pointless banter that she knew would get under Mila’s skin. It gave her an unnatural delight to see others squirm, especially Mila. “Now, that’s settled...” She lifted her face into the air and breathed in deeply. “Let’s find you-”
“Aha! Here that? The early bird catches the worm.” She sent a wink towards Mila as her arm slowly raised to point across the road where a middle aged woman was unlocking a small convenience store. The woman was juggling the keys to the store in one hand, and a coffee in the other. Under her arm she balanced a thick brown folder. It was pathetically amusing to watch her struggle to open the shop, especially when the keys dropped to the ground and a sharp curse wafted through towards the two lethal women. “Oh, how awful!” Lisette sighed feigning sympathy. She had moved to stand behind Mila, uncomfortably close, with her hands placed domineeringly on the woman’s hips and her lips pressed against her ear.
“Why don’t you go help her? And remember what I said before: Don’t hold back.”
She slowly pulled her face away, letting her hands slide up Mila’s sides and to her back, where she gave a small, encouraging push. “Go on, darling, do your worst... I’ve been waiting for this.” With a maniac giggle and a small, mocking wave she shooed Mila away. “And be quick about it!”
The wind against her cheeks was exhilarating and wildly rejuvenating. She'd done it, she'd actually made it out of the house! She hadn't even expected to make it to the door and now she felt her feet smacking against the gravel on the road and her heart thudding painfully in her chest. She didn't look behind herself and kept her gaze forwards towards the sun that was peeking over the horizon and giving her that little extra drive to move forward and get away. She would go home, and once she was there she would lock her door, shut her windows and hide in her room until she could sum up the courage to face the real world, if this could even be considered real anymore. Her heavy breaths shuddered out of her weak body as she continued at an increasing rate, accelerating away from the house and to her salvation... until a face flashed across her mind.
Mila.
Her feet stopped and she slowed. Standing in the middle of the street with a pathetic look on her face. What about Mila? She'd been left behind with that other one. Keep going, it doesn't matter now. Her inner thoughts chided her as she stumbled a couple steps forward. But it did matter, deep in her gut she knew it mattered. In her sleepless nights plagued with thoughts and memories, in her tireless musings she knew that it mattered. “Keep going..” she murmured to herself. “You can deal with this lat-” She stopped mid sentence when the sound of a person drove her forward unconsciously. How dumb had she’d been to stop in the middle of the street like that? The pounding footsteps behind her were like ice in her already stony heart.
“You’re mine!”
She thundered forward, her mind momentarily clear from all of it’s toil. Charlie could feel the entity at her back, yet it was taking them effort to catch up. She could tell in the back of her mind, as the breath from this person warmed the nape of her neck, that they were human. Human. That made her feel even more ill as the unknown person threw themself at her, hands wrapping around her midsection as the two tumbled painfully to the ground. “Get the fuck off me!” Her hands reached up to grasp a fistful of nappy hair. She felt nails scraping against her face and was momentarily taken back to high school, the memory didn’t last long, though, when she felt her own hair being tugged at painfully. “Stupid bitch, what the-” Grunting she tried to push the woman off of her in an attempt that was half efficient. Yet in her moment of conceited triumph, she hadn’t noticed the two other people who had stumblingly caught up to them.
“Hold her down! Get her arms!”
Her head whipped around, blond, matted hair hitting her face as she did so. “Shit.” She felt their grips on her upper arms, pulling her onto her knees with strength that ultimately surprised her, in their state. “Shit!” She repeated, watching with narrowed eyes as the blonde one rubbed her hands manically.. “I got you, I got you,”
“We got her.” Charlie barked out a sound that was half a laugh and half a groan. “You didn’t get shit, you stupid, stupid pets.” She muttered, her voice dripping with contempt as she struggled against the abnormally strong hands that gripped her. She met the woman’s icy glare with derision.
“Shut up,” Her voice was sharp, bitter and even a little despondent, it made Charlie ireful to say the least. She once again tried to pull out of her captor’s grasp, to no avail. “It used to be only me, you know. I had him all to myself. And then he brought more, and more, and now he’s got you, hasn’t he.” Shaking her head Charlie sighed. “No one has me. Listen, if you just let me go then you can have him to yourself again. I’ll leave, I promise.” Yet it seemed her words fell on deaf ears as the woman began to pitifully rub at her eyes.
“And you’re so pretty.”
Charlie’s gut wrenched at how pathetic that sounded. She must have been beautiful once, why else would Booker have picked her? Her life had been taken just as much as Charlie’s, probably even more, and it was sad. Sad, right up to the point when her booted foot connected with Charlie’s midsection, causing her body to double over and spit to fly from her lips. “What the he-”
“Beautiful.” Another kick in the gut would have sent her sprawling if not for the two hands that kept her firmly in place. The breath was knocked out of her and she was fighting for air, struggling like a mad man as her mind repeated a phrase that she was all too familiar with. She’s going to kill me, she’s going to kill me, she’s going to kill me.
“Young. Don’t let her squirm away!”
A third kick in her gut had Charlie’s eyes blurring, black spots in her vision that wouldn’t clear no matter how many times she blinked. “S-stop.” Her rasping voice pleaded gently. “Please...”
“How about instead of bringing you back, we just kill you. And then instead of ‘you’re next,’ it will be ‘you’re first!’.”
Charlie exhaled slowly and shut her eyes, trying to coware away from the hovering foot that threatened a fourth kick, that would certainly send her into full unconsciousness. Her lips formed words that her voice couldn’t speak. Stop... She kept her eyes firmly shut, ready to be sent into darkness at any given minute and preparing herself for the fact that she might never wake up again, until the people that held her up abruptly let her fall into a heap on the ground. Her eyelids lethargically blinked open to see Booker, standing with the woman’s arm in his hand and sneering something at her. She couldn’t hear him though, not over the sound of rushing water in her ears. But he was mad, she could tell that much.
She shut her eyes tightly when he came to hover over her, her rasping breaths fighting for life. It felt like eternity as she lie there in the cold, sodden ground with the sun slowing shying upwards, before his hands scooped her into his stony embrace. She was too tired to fight him as his voice murmured in her ear.
“Who could have guessed they would do something like that to you?”
And that hurt little girl inside of her, the one who always sought the best in people, wanted so badly to believe his innocent charade. “Home..” She murmured gently as her head lazily fell against his chest. “Take me.. home.”
She shifted in and out of consciousness as his smooth steps, this time walking at a normal human pace and not speeding blindly down the road, took them back in the direction that she had just escaped from. So they weren’t going home, she wasn’t surprised. Her chest ached like she’d been flattened by a truck. Her entire body was like lead in his arms, and she knew that even if she could find the effort to stand, there wouldn’t be any kind of chance of escape again. She was done for. This was it. A small sob came from her nearly inert body as they crossed the threshold, back into the aging house. She felt herself being carried upwards and finally being placed in an uncomfortable bed with scratchy sheets, the end of the bed sagged slightly with the weight of another person... although ‘person’ was probably a stretch.
“Can you hear me, Charlie?”
Her eyes fluttered open slowly and she licked her parched lips. “Sadly..” She rasped, the attempt to talk sending her into a coughing fit. She took a couple of moments, sitting powerlessly on the bed, to let herself come to terms with what was happening. With a couple calming breaths, that didn’t really help the growing ball of angst in the pit of her probably injured stomach, she finally spoke. “You know, she’ll come for you,” she wasn’t sure if what she was saying was a lie or not. She didn’t technically know if Mila cared enough to come looking for her... to come save her, but Charlie hoped. “If you hurt me, you’re done for. So I wouldn’t if I were you.” She could hear the bullshit in her own voice just as much as she was sure he could, but it didn’t stop her from sneering up at him.
It is really good! You should totally watch it, but it is also super weird and kinda confusing so just be warned about that. As for The Village... I've heard of it I think but I've never seen it.. should I? Is it any good? Tbh I am looking for a new show to binge on..
Pfft, that is so totally what my parents think xD No, I'm kidding. I think they're proud of me. I mean, I'm basically a straight A student, the lowest I got on a test this year was an 80, I don't screw around with drugs or alcohol and I'm not pregnant, so that is also a bonus :p Well, considering the school I go to it really is a bonus, hah. But yeah, the only thing that they ever freak about is the fact that my bedroom is a toxic waste dump and even I agree that it's getting a little excessive. But otherwise, I'm a good kid! XD As for the whole 'grandkids' thing. Yup, definitely too young for that one... I only like babies when I can give them back. Ew husbands are gross, who needs em? Aha
I like the hammock idea... XD But actually I think I will try and find some classes, there has to be one in Halifax somewhere. Aww, a prayer doesn't sound odd at all! I know this girl and every time before she goes on stage she crosses herself and she kind of wins everything, so there ya go! ;) Before we go backstage to compete in like the competitions final showcase, if we get in, we always do the same little huddle thing and are like "One, two, three *name of the routine*" People usually look at us funny but that's okay xD I think it's good to have little pre-performance/game rituals. Stretching and meditating... or meditative stretching I suppose, sounds like a good one. Getting into the right mindset and all. Have you ever done yoga before?
I was suppose to read the book for the routine (there is actually a lot of work that does into character building for a routine), but I didn't. I mean, I really wanted to but I just never got the chance. You're making this authors work sound really good, though, so maybe I'll eventually read something by him. Whenever I finish reading this Stephen King series which might be never... >.<
I actually really like your blog! I know some of the music, like Team (because who doesn't know that song?), and I've heard some music of The Shins before and I adore The xx! Their song Angels is so beautiful. And Intro, we use that one for contemp improve and stuff, and I think there might have been a duet to it a couple years ago. But anyways, yes! Your blog is really great :) You get my stamp of approval! Go follow these blogs: fuckour-lives (you may not reblog her shit but some of it is hilarious and... she's my best friend :p), jonathon, virginity, heartbreakur, and breakinq. Those are a few that I really like. Oh.. I kinda dug myself into a hole there, didn't I? Damn.. okay fine. XD As for the personal posts, yeah I was like that at first too. Especially with things about depression and self harm and all that, but you get over that. I like it 'cause it's kind of an indirect way to get all your feelings out there. Ahahahaha, If you don't get addicted I will be seriously unimpressed and probably cry. Just saying. But oh my goodness!! The email I got from tumblr when you followed me was like "I---christine is following you! Swoon <3" I laughed so hard XD
If I were to go drinking, it would be with my best friend. We had a plan to go over to her boyfriends and play disney drinking games all night while his parents were away but if my parents ever found out that I had spent the night at a guys house, especially one with no parents and alcohol on the premises, I would be literally dead, like in the ground in my backyard. So that didn't happen. I was sad, we were gonna play board games and everything too. DX Woah, that seriously sucks that he lost his job. Laws like that are so picky, but I mean I kind of get it. Ahaha, I am finding this quite amusing, honestly. That sounds like something that I would do 100%. A little ego boost once in a while never hurts!
Fuck being a teenager. Oops, did I say that out loud? XD Honestly, and if you say don't wish away your life I will punch a wall, I just wish that high school was over with already. Kids are really mean. Like, I've always been the underdog friend that people poked fun of and I didn't mind that, I could take it and laugh about it but then it just got super out of hand, I've been in situations where I couldn't even look at someone because I was scared they would call me out on something. I hate eating in front of people and am constantly obsessing over how I look, it's a shame because 9/10 I think that I look super ugly and gross because that's how people made me feel. It's better now, and I have some really great people in my life who make me feel beautiful, wonderful and happy. But like you said, it still stings a lot to think about some of the things that people have done to me. I honestly hope that I've never made anyone feel the way that I've felt in the past.
That is actually a good thing because without my nerd-ness I have nothing.
Yeah she just sent that, and it was in all capitals right after I texted her (okay no judgements the conversation was weird) "What kind of something *obnoxious winking*". And earlier yesterday, when she was freaking out because Josh was being super pissy at her, we were talking and I said "Just date a girl, they are so much less complicated" and she was like "If I could find someone to date me I would" and I said "Uh.. Me!" It was sarcastic, but y'know, and then she said "But would you actually?" And then that conversation happened so I was already a little bit like 'woah what?' It does feel cruel some of the time, but I am perfectly fine with it. I do the same thing in a way. Besides if we actually dated or something it wouldn't at all be fair to her because I wouldn't want certain people that are predominant in both of our lives to know and she would be a lot more open about it. So there is that. I just don't think I'm there yet, but it's still so fucking confusing half the time I am with her. But there is a part of me that wonders if maybe she feels the same, there have been times that I've thought that she definitely does. Anyways, fuck, I just don't know. Oh, and he broke up with her! Apparently they don't communicate very well or something. It was a super dumb reason and you probably don't wanna hear some of the names I wish I could call him XD
Pfft, that is so totally what my parents think xD No, I'm kidding. I think they're proud of me. I mean, I'm basically a straight A student, the lowest I got on a test this year was an 80, I don't screw around with drugs or alcohol and I'm not pregnant, so that is also a bonus :p Well, considering the school I go to it really is a bonus, hah. But yeah, the only thing that they ever freak about is the fact that my bedroom is a toxic waste dump and even I agree that it's getting a little excessive. But otherwise, I'm a good kid! XD As for the whole 'grandkids' thing. Yup, definitely too young for that one... I only like babies when I can give them back. Ew husbands are gross, who needs em? Aha
I like the hammock idea... XD But actually I think I will try and find some classes, there has to be one in Halifax somewhere. Aww, a prayer doesn't sound odd at all! I know this girl and every time before she goes on stage she crosses herself and she kind of wins everything, so there ya go! ;) Before we go backstage to compete in like the competitions final showcase, if we get in, we always do the same little huddle thing and are like "One, two, three *name of the routine*" People usually look at us funny but that's okay xD I think it's good to have little pre-performance/game rituals. Stretching and meditating... or meditative stretching I suppose, sounds like a good one. Getting into the right mindset and all. Have you ever done yoga before?
I was suppose to read the book for the routine (there is actually a lot of work that does into character building for a routine), but I didn't. I mean, I really wanted to but I just never got the chance. You're making this authors work sound really good, though, so maybe I'll eventually read something by him. Whenever I finish reading this Stephen King series which might be never... >.<
I actually really like your blog! I know some of the music, like Team (because who doesn't know that song?), and I've heard some music of The Shins before and I adore The xx! Their song Angels is so beautiful. And Intro, we use that one for contemp improve and stuff, and I think there might have been a duet to it a couple years ago. But anyways, yes! Your blog is really great :) You get my stamp of approval! Go follow these blogs: fuckour-lives (you may not reblog her shit but some of it is hilarious and... she's my best friend :p), jonathon, virginity, heartbreakur, and breakinq. Those are a few that I really like. Oh.. I kinda dug myself into a hole there, didn't I? Damn.. okay fine. XD As for the personal posts, yeah I was like that at first too. Especially with things about depression and self harm and all that, but you get over that. I like it 'cause it's kind of an indirect way to get all your feelings out there. Ahahahaha, If you don't get addicted I will be seriously unimpressed and probably cry. Just saying. But oh my goodness!! The email I got from tumblr when you followed me was like "I---christine is following you! Swoon <3" I laughed so hard XD
If I were to go drinking, it would be with my best friend. We had a plan to go over to her boyfriends and play disney drinking games all night while his parents were away but if my parents ever found out that I had spent the night at a guys house, especially one with no parents and alcohol on the premises, I would be literally dead, like in the ground in my backyard. So that didn't happen. I was sad, we were gonna play board games and everything too. DX Woah, that seriously sucks that he lost his job. Laws like that are so picky, but I mean I kind of get it. Ahaha, I am finding this quite amusing, honestly. That sounds like something that I would do 100%. A little ego boost once in a while never hurts!
Fuck being a teenager. Oops, did I say that out loud? XD Honestly, and if you say don't wish away your life I will punch a wall, I just wish that high school was over with already. Kids are really mean. Like, I've always been the underdog friend that people poked fun of and I didn't mind that, I could take it and laugh about it but then it just got super out of hand, I've been in situations where I couldn't even look at someone because I was scared they would call me out on something. I hate eating in front of people and am constantly obsessing over how I look, it's a shame because 9/10 I think that I look super ugly and gross because that's how people made me feel. It's better now, and I have some really great people in my life who make me feel beautiful, wonderful and happy. But like you said, it still stings a lot to think about some of the things that people have done to me. I honestly hope that I've never made anyone feel the way that I've felt in the past.
That is actually a good thing because without my nerd-ness I have nothing.
Yeah she just sent that, and it was in all capitals right after I texted her (okay no judgements the conversation was weird) "What kind of something *obnoxious winking*". And earlier yesterday, when she was freaking out because Josh was being super pissy at her, we were talking and I said "Just date a girl, they are so much less complicated" and she was like "If I could find someone to date me I would" and I said "Uh.. Me!" It was sarcastic, but y'know, and then she said "But would you actually?" And then that conversation happened so I was already a little bit like 'woah what?' It does feel cruel some of the time, but I am perfectly fine with it. I do the same thing in a way. Besides if we actually dated or something it wouldn't at all be fair to her because I wouldn't want certain people that are predominant in both of our lives to know and she would be a lot more open about it. So there is that. I just don't think I'm there yet, but it's still so fucking confusing half the time I am with her. But there is a part of me that wonders if maybe she feels the same, there have been times that I've thought that she definitely does. Anyways, fuck, I just don't know. Oh, and he broke up with her! Apparently they don't communicate very well or something. It was a super dumb reason and you probably don't wanna hear some of the names I wish I could call him XD
I know I googled it!! Ahaha, I'm so pumped :p Have you seen other netflix originals? Like Hemlock Grove? That one is weird but actually super good.
Cable bills are for dummies! #werk ;P Horse and bugging racing = scandalous. Hahaha, I'm sure it actually is but thinking about that from in front of my large mac desktop in my house filled with lights and televisions and phones and stoves it's a little bit funny XD
My dad picked out my first name, which is original btw! And then my middle name is the same as my Mom's. It's weird to think about though, like obviously our parents thought about what their kids would like when they were younger.. sometimes I wonder if I lived up to their expectations.
The thing with the four dancers and the hanging ribbon is called "Ribbon Dancing" oh so original, right? >.< It's up there with pole dancing for being super hard I haven't tried it, but I want to so badly! Haha, the first Cirque I ever saw was in Halifax and they got people from the audience to do this comedy skit too, it had something to do with boxes and clowns and it was hilarious XD When we were in Montreal for The Dance World Cup, three girls from my team were selected to audition for Cirque! It was so cool for them!! That's cool, how you guys communicate on the field and stuff. I guess communication is key to having a really good, well functioning team! Do you guys do like team pep up stuff, like before a game or team building activities? Every time before we go on stage we stand in a hugging circle and tell everyone what we need to focus on for that specific routine and the we stick each of our feet in the middle, shake our toes and make the weirdest noise ever (it kind of sounds like "Neeee".. heh) and we never go onstage without doing it.
I think I probably underestimated my timeline a bit there >.< Heh, oops. But OMG speaking of The Great Gatsby, I did a routine this year based off of that movie :p It was to Over the Love by Florence and the Machine but anyways that doesn't matter... (it did really well cough) But yeah, oh my god, that actually sounds like my dream life.. XD Haha
DO IT JUST F-ING DO IT THAT WILL GIVE ME 14 FOLLOWERS JUST DO IT OMG PLEASE I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER. K thanks, bye... Oh and btw there is a picture of me on my tumblr now... just so you're warned. It isn't too direct I don't think, I'm doing my make up so I think you can kind of see my face in the mirror. *shurgs* If other random interweb people can see it I don't really see the difference. One thing you'll quickly learn about tumblr is that people are wayyyy to open then they should be for being complete strangers.
That is certainly an upside! :) The legal drinking age is 19.. if it was fourteen half of my school would probably be raging alcoholics by now, most of them are anyways. >.< I may be exaggerating a wee bit. I've never technically been "drunk" before, I think we talked about how lowered inhibitions freak me out a lot. I don't like not being in total control of myself. That is dumb, that people would do that, I mean obviously you aren't dumb and you know what they're trying to do. I don't think we have a law here about buying alcohol when you're with minors, at least not at any of the NSCCs I've ever been in. He lost his job? How old was the person he was IDing? Like don't they have to look a certain age or something? You are flirtatious! I knew it, haha. That is such a flirtatious thing to do XD "Yesss, score" Haha, I laughed forever at that.
Exactly!! I take things way too seriously, like someone doesn't text me back right away, oh they must be mad at me. Or someone starts laughing, they're laughing at me. It does feel conceited but it's just that natural insecurity, really. Everyone feels it, or at least I hope everyone does. As for the party thing, no it hasn't, but I have been to some where I was the centre of every single joke the entire night and I had to actually call my parents to come and get me because it got so bad. That was a really awful night. Actually, that happened twice and then another time at my birthday party... so three times. Fuck. This is getting sad. #thisiswhyihatepeople
#unnerdalert I've only seen a little bit of the first Captain America movie, awks. :p
4687fjbr[29034uy2b5kjbrgeoi Oh. Fucking. No. I did a dumb thing, A reallllllllly dumb thing. Oh fuck. Oh my god... *sobs* Okay, so my friend, the one I have a crush on, just broke up with her boyfriend and I have been comforting her all night and I've been assing around sending her stupid pick up lines and telling her how much she means to me, normal friend stuff, and she said to me: "I wish we could see if we could be something" and my heart was like oh you fucking just didn't do that to me. So I said "You have no idea how wonderful that would be" and then she said "it's song lyrics..." It's safe to say I am punching myself in the face right now, how could I be so dumb? Luckily I say stuff like that all the time so it was kind of easy to blow off but I know that she knows I was serious. Dammit.
Cable bills are for dummies! #werk ;P Horse and bugging racing = scandalous. Hahaha, I'm sure it actually is but thinking about that from in front of my large mac desktop in my house filled with lights and televisions and phones and stoves it's a little bit funny XD
My dad picked out my first name, which is original btw! And then my middle name is the same as my Mom's. It's weird to think about though, like obviously our parents thought about what their kids would like when they were younger.. sometimes I wonder if I lived up to their expectations.
The thing with the four dancers and the hanging ribbon is called "Ribbon Dancing" oh so original, right? >.< It's up there with pole dancing for being super hard I haven't tried it, but I want to so badly! Haha, the first Cirque I ever saw was in Halifax and they got people from the audience to do this comedy skit too, it had something to do with boxes and clowns and it was hilarious XD When we were in Montreal for The Dance World Cup, three girls from my team were selected to audition for Cirque! It was so cool for them!! That's cool, how you guys communicate on the field and stuff. I guess communication is key to having a really good, well functioning team! Do you guys do like team pep up stuff, like before a game or team building activities? Every time before we go on stage we stand in a hugging circle and tell everyone what we need to focus on for that specific routine and the we stick each of our feet in the middle, shake our toes and make the weirdest noise ever (it kind of sounds like "Neeee".. heh) and we never go onstage without doing it.
I think I probably underestimated my timeline a bit there >.< Heh, oops. But OMG speaking of The Great Gatsby, I did a routine this year based off of that movie :p It was to Over the Love by Florence and the Machine but anyways that doesn't matter... (it did really well cough) But yeah, oh my god, that actually sounds like my dream life.. XD Haha
DO IT JUST F-ING DO IT THAT WILL GIVE ME 14 FOLLOWERS JUST DO IT OMG PLEASE I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER. K thanks, bye... Oh and btw there is a picture of me on my tumblr now... just so you're warned. It isn't too direct I don't think, I'm doing my make up so I think you can kind of see my face in the mirror. *shurgs* If other random interweb people can see it I don't really see the difference. One thing you'll quickly learn about tumblr is that people are wayyyy to open then they should be for being complete strangers.
That is certainly an upside! :) The legal drinking age is 19.. if it was fourteen half of my school would probably be raging alcoholics by now, most of them are anyways. >.< I may be exaggerating a wee bit. I've never technically been "drunk" before, I think we talked about how lowered inhibitions freak me out a lot. I don't like not being in total control of myself. That is dumb, that people would do that, I mean obviously you aren't dumb and you know what they're trying to do. I don't think we have a law here about buying alcohol when you're with minors, at least not at any of the NSCCs I've ever been in. He lost his job? How old was the person he was IDing? Like don't they have to look a certain age or something? You are flirtatious! I knew it, haha. That is such a flirtatious thing to do XD "Yesss, score" Haha, I laughed forever at that.
Exactly!! I take things way too seriously, like someone doesn't text me back right away, oh they must be mad at me. Or someone starts laughing, they're laughing at me. It does feel conceited but it's just that natural insecurity, really. Everyone feels it, or at least I hope everyone does. As for the party thing, no it hasn't, but I have been to some where I was the centre of every single joke the entire night and I had to actually call my parents to come and get me because it got so bad. That was a really awful night. Actually, that happened twice and then another time at my birthday party... so three times. Fuck. This is getting sad. #thisiswhyihatepeople
#unnerdalert I've only seen a little bit of the first Captain America movie, awks. :p
4687fjbr[29034uy2b5kjbrgeoi Oh. Fucking. No. I did a dumb thing, A reallllllllly dumb thing. Oh fuck. Oh my god... *sobs* Okay, so my friend, the one I have a crush on, just broke up with her boyfriend and I have been comforting her all night and I've been assing around sending her stupid pick up lines and telling her how much she means to me, normal friend stuff, and she said to me: "I wish we could see if we could be something" and my heart was like oh you fucking just didn't do that to me. So I said "You have no idea how wonderful that would be" and then she said "it's song lyrics..." It's safe to say I am punching myself in the face right now, how could I be so dumb? Luckily I say stuff like that all the time so it was kind of easy to blow off but I know that she knows I was serious. Dammit.
Yeah, mission accomplished is right. Seriously though, it's a really good show!
Amish Mafia... I think I've heard of it. I don't have cable. We illegal download shows watch netflix. XD Haha, but it sounds like it would be an interesting combination. Is it like a reality show (like breaking Amish or whatever) or made up?
I know my mom did! When she was little she wanted to name her daughter Amanda but then her older brother named his daughter that first. She still talks about how mad it made her XD Lol, oh the family drama.
Pfft yeah I would! Hahaha but honestly no, not a lot of it. There would be some moves that I would know, but for the most part I would recognize the move but not be able to name it. Ooh, Cirque! I <3 Cirque. I've seen three, not counting the movie one on netflix, and my favorite of them all would have to be the Michael Jackson themed one. There was this dancer who danced on a pole that nearly touched the top of the stadium (and I'm sure you know how high stadium ceilings are) it was so amazing, like pole dancing is actually so hard. I took a lesson once and it takes a lot of core strength. What was the one that you saw called?? Yup, okay, you see that is not at all what I would have thought those meant :p Is there a lot of soccer lingo and, like, how is it used?
Heh, thanks! For the compliment and for not thinking of me as a kid.. It's slightly annoying when people do that (my cousin does... you know the one *evil glare*). I mean if we lived a hundred years ago I would probably already have like five kids. XD Haha, oh thank god we don't live a hundred years ago..
Oh, wow :) Hah, it's not too forward of you at all! Thanks! I can see myself doing that because I would probably feel like too much of a nag but it's super nice to have that option there :) Same goes for you, by the way! If you ever need to talk.. no promises that I'll have any data to answer right away (stupid ass Samsung phone with no data package... DX) but I'm usually at home or in the studio anyways :p My username is EmilyAnneMc. Anyways, thanks :) That's really nice of you, I appreciate it!
Ahahahaha! That is hilarious, oh my god, That is exactly why I don't want to work in retail XD Some people are stupid and think the world revolves around them. But seriously? Defrosted pizza woman is dumb and she needs to be smacked. And damn those rascally children trying to buy booze! Don't they know that underage drinking is illegal *looks around awkwardly* XD
That's exactly how I feel! It's like, if someone is having an off day and they say something in a snarky way or they aren't talking to me for some completely personal reason that I don't know about I assume it is my fault. I over think and question peoples motives all of the time. I've gone to parties and wondered if I only got invited as a gag or something and no one was actually going to be there. It is a horrible, horrible talent to have, really. ):
Ahaha, maybe more grocery shoppers should have compassion :p Thanks :)
To be honest you seem really self assured :) I mean, I probably come off that way to some people too. I guess it's all in how you present yourself! But I think you're right, most of that comes with maturity. Hah, as for flirting! I don't mind it, I am such a shameless flirt towards everyone all of the time. But I get what you mean about guys obnoxiously flirting to get attention. That’s super annoying. Aww, I guess all of those nice people would make up for those who are just rude and annoying :) We could be inconspicuous good guys! Like Robin Hood or Spiderman or Catwoman.. #nerdalert
Thank youuu! I was honestly really proud of that, I knew it would click at some point. I didn't expect her to be so obsessed with Mila either, it just kind of happened :p Ditto for the whole spoiling thing.. sometimes I have to remind myself that this RP is a lot more advanced then what I will probably get with other people so I need to lower my standards some, that sounds kind of mean but I think it's mostly because we have such similar writing styles and we've gotten to know each other really well (: I find that not many people make an attempt to really get past the surface stuff in ooc chat. As for Char, I do not write push overs!! Haha I've done it before, and I've read things where the characters were really passive and whiny, and it's just not fun at all.
Amish Mafia... I think I've heard of it. I don't have cable. We illegal download shows watch netflix. XD Haha, but it sounds like it would be an interesting combination. Is it like a reality show (like breaking Amish or whatever) or made up?
I know my mom did! When she was little she wanted to name her daughter Amanda but then her older brother named his daughter that first. She still talks about how mad it made her XD Lol, oh the family drama.
Pfft yeah I would! Hahaha but honestly no, not a lot of it. There would be some moves that I would know, but for the most part I would recognize the move but not be able to name it. Ooh, Cirque! I <3 Cirque. I've seen three, not counting the movie one on netflix, and my favorite of them all would have to be the Michael Jackson themed one. There was this dancer who danced on a pole that nearly touched the top of the stadium (and I'm sure you know how high stadium ceilings are) it was so amazing, like pole dancing is actually so hard. I took a lesson once and it takes a lot of core strength. What was the one that you saw called?? Yup, okay, you see that is not at all what I would have thought those meant :p Is there a lot of soccer lingo and, like, how is it used?
Heh, thanks! For the compliment and for not thinking of me as a kid.. It's slightly annoying when people do that (my cousin does... you know the one *evil glare*). I mean if we lived a hundred years ago I would probably already have like five kids. XD Haha, oh thank god we don't live a hundred years ago..
Oh, wow :) Hah, it's not too forward of you at all! Thanks! I can see myself doing that because I would probably feel like too much of a nag but it's super nice to have that option there :) Same goes for you, by the way! If you ever need to talk.. no promises that I'll have any data to answer right away (stupid ass Samsung phone with no data package... DX) but I'm usually at home or in the studio anyways :p My username is EmilyAnneMc. Anyways, thanks :) That's really nice of you, I appreciate it!
Ahahahaha! That is hilarious, oh my god, That is exactly why I don't want to work in retail XD Some people are stupid and think the world revolves around them. But seriously? Defrosted pizza woman is dumb and she needs to be smacked. And damn those rascally children trying to buy booze! Don't they know that underage drinking is illegal *looks around awkwardly* XD
That's exactly how I feel! It's like, if someone is having an off day and they say something in a snarky way or they aren't talking to me for some completely personal reason that I don't know about I assume it is my fault. I over think and question peoples motives all of the time. I've gone to parties and wondered if I only got invited as a gag or something and no one was actually going to be there. It is a horrible, horrible talent to have, really. ):
Ahaha, maybe more grocery shoppers should have compassion :p Thanks :)
To be honest you seem really self assured :) I mean, I probably come off that way to some people too. I guess it's all in how you present yourself! But I think you're right, most of that comes with maturity. Hah, as for flirting! I don't mind it, I am such a shameless flirt towards everyone all of the time. But I get what you mean about guys obnoxiously flirting to get attention. That’s super annoying. Aww, I guess all of those nice people would make up for those who are just rude and annoying :) We could be inconspicuous good guys! Like Robin Hood or Spiderman or Catwoman.. #nerdalert
Thank youuu! I was honestly really proud of that, I knew it would click at some point. I didn't expect her to be so obsessed with Mila either, it just kind of happened :p Ditto for the whole spoiling thing.. sometimes I have to remind myself that this RP is a lot more advanced then what I will probably get with other people so I need to lower my standards some, that sounds kind of mean but I think it's mostly because we have such similar writing styles and we've gotten to know each other really well (: I find that not many people make an attempt to really get past the surface stuff in ooc chat. As for Char, I do not write push overs!! Haha I've done it before, and I've read things where the characters were really passive and whiny, and it's just not fun at all.
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