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Post by shinigami on Jul 21, 2008 0:12:24 GMT -8
And but a few moments later, Darren -- not even winded -- approaches the window. He'd watched in something akin to disbelief as she dived through the window, and then -- well. He'd heard the sound her head made.
"Insane," he murmured, cruel mouth curving into a half-smile. "And also stupid. Well, no wonder, if she pulls that little move very often."
Then, because Darren is thoughtful, he goes in through the front door. Locked? Not for long. He doesn't pick the lock, but he's strong, and locks -- they can't hold him. Very little can, as many have found to their detriment. He hardly remembers their faces.
He's not sure whether or not he's going to kill her now -- or whether he's going to continue with this charade -- or wait until she wakes up again, see what happens -- or -- well.
He's not sure. Which is kind of exciting. Darren is usually sure.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 21, 2008 0:21:28 GMT -8
Eve made a little groaning noise, slightly in pain, but mostly in disorientation, and rolled over onto her side, her back facing Darren. Consciousness slowly returned, and as her eyes opened, she showed no sign of surprise, just irritation.
"Ah, f*ck me sideways with a chainsaw," she muttered, wincing as the sound went straight to the knot in her head, "I've done it again!"
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Post by shinigami on Jul 21, 2008 0:23:47 GMT -8
"You know," Darren deadpans, from behind. "That first part could be arranged." Beat. His eyes narrow, and he smiles: that thin, cruel smile of his, touched as it is by the illusion of boyishness. "Are you okay?" The last question isn't asked, of course, if she suddenly attacks him -- or perhaps it is, with more irony than care.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 21, 2008 0:39:01 GMT -8
Eve rolled onto her back, arms spread out, and glared at him. She did not scream upon finding out he was there, but her heart rate did kick up quite a few notches. "Do I look like I'm okay?" she said snappishly. "I hit my head, which it now hurts. Of course, I can deal with that. The blackout is another matter. And I'm all sweaty! And I don't know why! I just... I just.... AAARGH!!"
At the point of yelling, she sat up suddenly and kicked one of the end tables, sending it flying into a wall. The room spun for a moment, but she diligently ignored it and stood, beginning to pace the room, every so often grabbing something and throwing it as hard as she could against the wall. A few times she threw some vases and tables at Darren, too.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 21, 2008 0:48:03 GMT -8
He decides to go without drink for a week. Make himself thirsty, so thirsty he can only just control himself. Then he'll come and visit Eve.
But for now, there's blood in her hair, and she has -- well. He can't even say "gone crazy" in his head, since, after all, she's already been there for a while, it seems. He raises both eyebrows when she begins tossing things, and then as soon as something gets tossed his way? He gets up. Fast, yes.
Very fast.
And then he gets behind her. Fast, too. Very, very fast. And he grabs her arms, and holds them still. Keeps her pressed tight against him. Says, "Calm. Down. Now."
Touching her was a bad (...good..) idea.
"I can tell you what happened this time; I remember everything. So just calm down, okay?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 21, 2008 1:03:44 GMT -8
Eve struggled uselessly against him for a long moment. A moment where she doesn't notice the strange feeling she gets at the skin to skin contact. She doesn't know what it is, but it startles her enough to make her freeze.
She stands there for a moment, staring at a broken vase on the floor, before she tilts her head back and glares as best as she can up at him. "Fine. Speak, then. Unless you feel like getting kicked in the jewels."
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Post by shinigami on Jul 21, 2008 1:09:50 GMT -8
Darren smiles down at her. As if he knew how to be warm. As if he had a heart. As if. Well, of course he has a heart. It takes up space in his chest cavity, and occasionally he can make it beat. Pretend to beat. Toy.
Then his brow furrows, a blank sort of concern. His gaze looks distant, and although she can't know it, it's a look usually seen on his twin brother's face, and it highlights the similarities between them -- they who are so similar already, in appearance.
"I was in the waiting room. You didn't give me very much to go on, you know." He quirks an eyebrow, as if chastising her. And hey, he hasn't let her go, although he's not holding her tight enough to hurt. "And then you came out of an elevator and went to the candy machine but it ate your dollar. You started kicking it. Then -- well," and if he could blush, he'd have the good grace to fake it right now. "You tried to take off my pants. I didn't let you, although you got my belt, and then you started beating the plastic plant with my belt. I tried to stop you, again, and you... Uh."
Why, Darren actually looks abashed.
"Well, then ... You ran away from the security guards, and I... Fixed my pants, and followed you... Made sure you got home, but... When I asked you for your keys, you just jumped through the window, hit your head... And I hope you remember the rest."
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 21, 2008 1:14:56 GMT -8
Eve's glare dropped about halfway through the retelling, only for her mouth to drop a bit, and she looked downright disbelieving. Eve wasn't THAT stupid.
"You're a very good liar," she said. "Now, is that how you wished it had happened, or did you perhaps hit your head?"
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Post by shinigami on Jul 21, 2008 1:17:37 GMT -8
He laughs. The laughter? Rich, chocolatey; low, husk. But not warm. Darren is not warm, not even a little bit, not at all. He rests his head, very briefly, against hers -- and it's probably a blessing, for her, that she can't see the way his canines (visible, when he laughs) have sharpened, because they want.
He lets her go, too. Steps back, again: quick. He's prepared! For defense! Of his jewels, among other things. He has a feeling that they'll be attacked at some point by this woman. That's what all women go for, after all.
"Don't you feel better knowing that you've eliminated one possibility?" Mock, mock. "But -- really, my story's close enough to the truth. You should probably go to the doctor. Gonna have a nasty bump."
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 21, 2008 1:25:00 GMT -8
"I've had enough of doctors, and I certainly can't show my face there again if security was involved," Eve said following each of his movements. She found herself irritated, and yet slightly enthralled by him, which only irritated her more. And not giving one iota about her personal safety, she marched right up into his personal bubble, fisted her hands in his shirt, and yanked him down to eye level. "Now, what would be really lovely, is if you would tell me what did happen? Unless you can think of another lovely way for me to find out what's going on."
She really wasn't all that threatening, not as much as she wanted to be. The cuteness killed it all. Sure, her eyes may have had the same hard quality as Hunter's but the hunter part of her knew how to use everything to her advantage. Eve was just.... a smart ass, you could say. And desperate. And still a bit enthralled.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 21, 2008 1:36:34 GMT -8
His pupils dilate when she comes close. Oh, close, close, close. And so snackable. Her hair? smells spiced with blood. And her body? with sweat, from running. She's lucky indeed that he usually feeds well.
This close, he can see her eyes, and how beautiful they are. And she can see his eyes, see how there are different colours in them, how there's Nile-green smoke and a muddy implausible blue, semi-precious stones in sludge.
"I find it interesting, kitten..." he says, flicking a strand of her hair out of her eyes.
"...that you don't trust me to be tellin' the truth about what I saw, but you trust me to tell the truth that I saw it. And I think you should let go of my shirt."
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 21, 2008 1:41:09 GMT -8
"Call it an instinct," Eve hissed, taking another step closer. "And my instincts are pretty good usually." She yanked on his shirt for good measure. "What're ya gonna do if I don't let go, huh?" She smiled, half angelic, half taunting. Only she could do something so contradictory.
A part of her was quite terrified. It was screaming at her to run, get the hell away from him. However, she wasn't listening. She just didn't want to. It was much funner to see how far she could push him.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 21, 2008 1:49:16 GMT -8
He tilts his head to the side. Just so. As if he were listening to something. Then he smiles, oh yes, and it is not a comforting smile at all. The cruelty is, perhaps, emphasized; so, too, the beauty of his mouth, its shape.
"Good instincts? I think an outside observer of this little scene would argue differently, ma bete. What'll you give me if I tell you what 'really happened'?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 21, 2008 1:51:46 GMT -8
Eve pursed her lips, narrowed her gaze to show just how much he was irritating her. "And what would YOU want? To reenact your rendition of what happened during my blackout?" She made a scoffing noise in the back of her throat, though she just could not help the pale blush that crept up her neck, and flared across her cheeks.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 21, 2008 1:59:56 GMT -8
"I'm not wearing a belt," he says, with a smirk -- a smirk that, mind you, widens juuuuust slightly if her gaze flicks down at all after he said that. "So that's out."
Then he touches her. See, he hadn't been before, even though she was grabbing his shirt. But now? Now he runs a finger along her jaw, down the line of her throat. "But what do I want?"
And he can't think of a single damned thing. That's what happens when you get old. Jaded. Even this, this is automatic, even when there's something essentially joyous about touching her at all. Grr, it pisses him off, infuriates him, makes his eyes a predator's eyes, a killer's eyes.
"I'd like it if you stopped attacking me. You do, you know. And for no reason at all. I've been nothing but kind to you."
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