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Night of the dance...
Melody's eyes were locked on the strapless coral with a blue ribbon wrapped around, the one Aquilies had sewed just for her. A soft smile was plastered on her lips as she grabbed it off the hanger behind the closet door. Tonight was the dance. A dance she had been waiting for. Even more so after Aquilies had asked her to go. And now.. She'd wear a dress he made her. And he'd wear a tie she made him. Melody glanced over to the door upon hearing a knock. Her father smiling at her. “Ready to go? Your mother told me you and the other girls were getting ready at the Vendetta’s.” Melody nodded as her father took the dress, holding it in his arms.”Aquilies did a really good job.” Issac smiled, making his daughter blush. “I have no doubt he’ll take care of you tonight, bring you home safely.” Melody nodded, staying quiet for most of the ride as her father tried to talk to her about possibilities that could happen at the dance. And by the end of the ride telling her how to not let Aquilies force himself on her, but he was sure Aquilies wouldn’t do so. “No, he wouldn’t. Thank you for the ride daddy.” She pressed a small kiss on his cheek before leaving the car and entering the Vendetta house.
“You need a dress..” Jasmine smirked as her eyes stared at the brunette. Irene looked at herself in the mirror, shrugging her shoulders. Compared to everyone else in the room, Irene hadn’t shopped with her date to get a dress not she wasn’t in love with him, and she didn’t wanted to make each others clothes. No, this dress.. this plain baby blue dress would be fine.
Jasmine on the other hand, thought the dress Irene was wearing was crap. Kimmy’s dress was picked out specifically for her by Thor. And Aquilies had worked hard on Melody’s which she looked fabulous in. But Irene, no, she needed something more than what she planned to wear. The blonde walked over to her closet. Irene needed something to shock Kenneth Jr. Something jaw dropping.. She smiled as she found something perfect, pulling it out and tossing it at Irene. The color matching her eyes. Irene caught it, holding it out to herself. “No.”
Melody smiled softly. “It’s cute.”
“It’ll show your curves.” Jasmine chuckled putting on a dress for herself before looking over to Kimmy. “I’m doing your make up right?” Melody looked over to Jasmine who spoke. Wouldn’t she make it a bit… extreme? No, Jasmine knew what she was doing. Jasmine would make Kimmy look even more beautiful than she already was.
“How are you even going to the dance Jasmine? Victor never asked you. I heard he was going alone.” Irene looked over as she took off her other dress, replacing it with the one Jasmine gave her.
Jasmine shrugged her shoulders. “I’m going because I can.” Jasmine sat Kimmy down in front of her, the mirror and make up to their left. “Close your eyes. Thor won’t be able to deny his feelings once I’m done.”
Melody looked in the mirror next to Irene. “Kenneth won’t be able to keep his eyes off of you in that.” She giggled slightly. Irene rolled her eyes.
“He already never does.” She sighed,reaching back and placing her hair into her hands to tie it up in a simple ponytail.
“Leave it down.” Melody took Irene’s arm softly, lowering it down. “It looks nice like this. And if you want Kenneth to stop looking, you can just put your hair in your face. Or, smack him with it.”
Irene smiled softly. Yeah, Melody was right. That could work. Maybe. “Do you think Aquilies and you might.. kiss?”
Melody nodded her head. “Of course...We’ve kissed already.”
“Yeah, Irene you didn’t know. She’s just waiting for Aquilies to have sex with her.” Jasmine chuckled softly, focused on Kimmy’s face. “So, what happened with you and Thor that night I left?” Jasmine questioned softly, directing it only to Kimmy.
“Sex? You want to have sex with Aquilies?” Irene questioned, surprised. “Is he really that attractive to you? Do you love him like that?”
Melody blushed brightly, nodding. “When ever the time came… when we both are ready.. yes. I’m sure you wouldn’t understand.. not until you get to the point of really liking someone.” Melody looked to Irene. “It’s different. You’ll find that feeling one day with someone.”
Someone, maybe.. Irene would never admit it, but from time to time.. when Kenneth was interested in his hobbies, when they were together. Like the day of the surfing contest, Irene would enjoy seeing that happy, determined look on his face. He was handsome. Irene shook her head, no.. he was a pain, but he was her best friend. He wasn’t that someone she’d like in that sense.
“You have her thinking about Kenneth.” Jasmine chuckled making Irene shake her head.
Melody smiled softly at Irene. The young brunette was known for her denial, but Melody could see why. She was still young, unsure of everything. And with the way her parents were, she may have just not wanted to think about love and what not. “Well, you should be thinking about your date. After all, you’re spending time with him at the dance. Why not... surprise him for once. I’m sure he won’t see it coming.”
The brunette nodded, agreeing with the wise love child. She was smart after all, how could she not listen to Melody?
"Do you miss her?"
The dark gray sky seemed to project the what they all have been feeling for the past few months. Jasmine was gone. And it seemed to be affecting everyone Pandora had grown to love. She could not blame them. She too felt the agony. It was Jasmine who brought her into such a loving home... a family. A place where she had a loving, yet kind of crazy sister. And now, that sister was nowhere to be found.
Pandora glanced down at the dark haired male who kept his eyes on the ground. Yes, Victor must have missed her the most. The two had a special bond, Jasmine was his best friend. Someone who always slithered through the cracks in Victor's walls.
"It's ok to miss your best friend Victor."
He shook his head. He blamed himself. If he hadn't... his hands clenched into fists. He was angry with himself. Victor shouldn't have said what he had said... driven her away that night. Victor stood from the curb, his gray eyes resting on those bright green eyes of Pandora's. He spoke no words, but Pandora could see the hurt in his eyes.
"It's not your fault... If Jasmine were here--"
"But she's not here." He looked away. He took a few steps forward, he needed to get away. He could not stand to even think about what could be happening to Jasmine at that moment. He stopped, his head tilted towards the sky.
Pandora shook her head with a sigh. "You're right. She's not here. Maybe now you can finally be normal, without a persistent pain up your ass, even though you still have that stick up there." It was a shame, but if letting Victor wallow in his own pride was the best way for him to deal with it, so be it.
She was aware she may have only pissed him off. After all, it was Jasmine who tried to give him what he wanted, a normal life. Did he not know that such a thing wasn't possible? There wasn't a normal obstacle in any life. Pandora watched as Victor walked off, his hands clutching tighter than before.
Jasmine will help him out when she returned. And Pandora had no doubt in her mind that her sister would come back. Jasmine was a Vendetta after all, and Vendetta's were hard to get rid of.
Quiet, the dark haired girl sat quietly. Her nose deep in the pages of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. The pages of books had always helped her escape the reality she lived; stuck in a studio apartment with her parents snorting cocaine, shooting up heroin. Yes, for a six year old she was aware of those awful drugs her parents were addicted to.
"Pandora!" The girl lifted her eyes from the book. Her eyes staring straight into those of a dark haired woman, with green eyes. Her face not as youthful as it should have been. "Go to the store and get us some food." A soft sigh escaped the little girl's lips. She stood, closing the book. She held it close to her. She walked over to the table, picking up the money before leaving the studio apartment her parents could not afford.
Her eyes glanced down to papers scattered across the floor. Eviction notices. Pandora shook her head, maybe she should have found a way to get money and make sure her parents never got it. Yeah... that would be ok.
Pandora shoved the money into her pocket. The night air pecked at her skin. Shivers rushed down her body. There was nothing she could do. She had nothing but her fathers shirt on that fit like a dress. She continued to walk, down the street until she reached the corner store. She could feel the clerk staring at her as she entered the store, heading down the aisles.
Pandora glanced back, looking to the man behind the counter before looking back in front of her. She stopped short, catching a blonde girl, around her age, or possibly older, standing before her and staring right at her. A grin plastered on the blonde's face. Pandora stepped back, she wasn't scared, on the contrary, she was interested. The smile over the girls face seemed genuine, but she could see the little hint of sadness in her eyes or was that her own?
"There's blood on your shirt." The blonde spoke softly before slipping out of her clothes. Pandora tilted her head to the side, unsure of what was going on. The blonde pulled the book from Pandora's hand. The blonde was aware that Pandora, much like others were unsure of her, which was fine with the blonde.
"You can take my clothes." The grin upon her lips widened as she pulled the large shirt off Pandora replacing it with her green dress. "You can wear my shoes too, I have a lot." She slipped from it handing them to the girl.
Pandora continued to stare. She reached out, wanting to grab her book back, but instead the shoes were pushed her way. The blonde girl wouldn't give her the book unless she complied, Pandora already could see that. And so, Pandora placed the shoes on the floor and slipped her feet into them. "Thank you..." she murmured softly.
"Jasmine." The blonde handed the girl back the book.
"Nice to meet you... my name is Pandora." She smiled softly, holding the book back in place. "I should probably get going, my parents sent me to get some food."
"Yeah... their sick." Pandora glanced down at her book. She wiggles her toes, there was room in the shoes for her feet to grow. And the dress, if she ate properly... she may have fit it.
"My mom used to be sick, until my daddy helped her get better."
Jasmine was implying something in her words, Pandora could sense that. But, she refused to pay much mind to that. No, it was best to stay clear and be on her way. If not, she would be in trouble with her parents. She didn't need another beating. Pandora nodded, stepping to the side, she grabbed a few bags of snacks before heading to the clerk. Pandora glanced back a moment, Jasmine still standing with that grin over her face. What an odd girl... Pandora smiled in return waving as she left the store.
As she reached the apartment, Pandora could see the flashing blue and red lights. No, no.... please no. She dropped her bag, racing into the building, ignoring those who tried to keep her from going in. She stood there, her eyes on the men in blue who pulled her parents to their feet.
"You did this to us, you evil child!"
Pandora shook her head. No, she didn't. She would never. Life with them was better than living alone, trying to fend for herself in an orphanage like she had done a year before when they were taken away for a little. And now, now she'd have to return again. Pandora froze, her body going numb. Her eyes watching as if it were a mere scene on the tv screen.
A hand reached for her, pulling her from the apartment and into the back of a car that read 'Child services.' She sat there, her eyes out the window. Her library books, all abandoned in that apartment. Tears pricked at her eyelids, but she refused to cry. She wouldn't cry, this was bound to happen again, she should have known that. Her eyes soon caught sight of Jasmine. There was no grin over the blonde's face, simply an unreadable stare.
“Look it’s that weird girl. She never talks.”
Pandora could hear the whispers those in the orphanage tried to hide from her ears. She was aware they never wanted to get to know her, which was ok with her. She wouldn’t want to know people who didn’t want to know her.
“Pandora!” The dark haired girl looked in the direction her name was called. There stood the blonde girl she met a few months before. “I knew I’d find you here.” The blonde spoke as she walked closer to Pandora.
She noticed as the rest of the orphans around looked at Jasmine. They seemed confused to see the girl, or maybe see Jasmine taking Pandora. “Come with me.” Before Pandora could even react, she was pulled from her seat, forced to follow the girl.
“Jasmine I should go back, every time I walk away they ruin the things Mr. Xavier got me. He’s a nice man and I don’t want to...”
“Daddy’s gonna take you home with us.”
Pandora paused in her tracks. Daddy? Take her home, but... “but Jasmine I have a dad and a mom. They are just-“
“Not good for you. Daddy will take care of you and I will and Aion and mom. You can be my sister.”
Sister? No one even wanted to adopt her. Why, why would this man want to have her as a child? Everyone thought she was stupid, a mute, deaf, even mentally challenged. She just simply didn’t have much to say. And with her parents... if she didn’t do as they asked when they asked she would get hit, when they weren’t so drugged up.
Pandora glanced up from the floor, her eyes catching sight of Mr. Xavier, the owner of the establishment she was in. No one really knew that, it seemed to be some sort of secret. Or maybe they just did not think a man like him would be able to do so. Still, Pandora knew. He was like Dr Jekyll, he harbored some dark secrets, Pandora just didn’t know exactly what they were yet.
His aqua colored eyes were inviting, just as Jasmine’s. If she were any other child, she would have expected this, or hoped for this moment. But, Pandora could feel a pot of guilt in her stomach that pushed lower, weighing her down. Part of her wanted to go with them. Jasmine was nice, odd but nice. And so did Mr. Xavier. Plus it wasn’t like he didn’t know. He knew exactly what she was going through with her parents, they gave him all her information when she got to the orphanage.
“We’re going to save you before bad things happen.”
Bad things? Jasmine must of read her mind because she continued. “Mommy started the same way, only they gave moms body away for the drugs. It won’t happen to you. You’ll be a Vendetta now.”
Irene made her way passed the crowd, keeping an eye on where her family was. The brunette stayed farther behind. Her aquamarine eyes searched around for the blonde teen boy who she knew must have been around. Now that he was old enough to obtain a license, she was sure he'd try to meet her family, mainly her at the airport after their vacation.
"Looking for someone?" Startled, Irene jumped at the sound.
"What the hell Jasmine! Don't just sneak up on me like that." Irene rolled her eyes at the smirk on her blonde friends face.
"Kenneth is not around here, around, but not here." Jasmine giggled slightly. "Anticipation? I see you've changed a lot." Her eyes shifted over Irene's body, the lumps on her chest and the curve over her hips. "A season has changed, the waves have returned, seeking familiars shore but will rest on anew."
Irene shook her head, she didn't even want to try to understand what Jasmine meant. They both continued to walk, in silence for once. Irene felt a little sad, disappointed? No she was just tired...
The bright sun shined over. She was glad to be back in town. Although she enjoyed the exotic ocean around the island of Hawaii, she missed the shore in her hometown.
In almost an instant, Irene could hear the sounds of a honking, whistling. Oh god.... she hoped.. please let it not be...
"Hey look Irene your boyfriend is here to pick you up." She could hear her brother Zack Jr call out to her.
She narrowed her eyes in his direction. "He's not my boyfriend!" Her attention turned to the annoying person in the car. She could feel the eyes of others on her. Why, why did Kenneth have to be a pain? "Would you stop and shut up for once?"
Irene was going to walk, continue to follow her family, but they had gotten lost in the crowd. Somewhere, probably on purpose. Irene took a deep breath. She just wanted to scream, but she couldn't not in public. Not where they were. And... neither was Jasmine. Could she just walk home? No because he wouldn't let her, he'd follow until she finally was annoyed with him and got in the car.
The girl walked over to the car, suitcase still in hand. Her eyes stared as she watched him get out of the car. Her head following as she looked up to him. He was taller than before. His hair slicked back into a high ponytail. He was a bit skinnier than she remembered him to be. His tight shirt making her notice more than she would have.
"You're taller..." she finally spoke out as he grabbed her suitcase from her hand.
"What did you expect for me to be shorter?" He questioned, a smirk over his face.
She rolled her eyes. He really didn't have to be an ass. Or at least someone who she wanted to punch in the face. She looked at him getting into the car. "Let me guess, Vendetta's?" It wasn't really a guess. She knew it belonged to them. Kenneth... he wasn't into luxury cars. He was old school, loved the classics, fixing them himself. "She's gone, just so you know." Irene shrugged her shoulders. Her eyes shifting to the window, catching Kenneth's reflection... he was becoming much more... handsome?
Irene glanced over to him. He seemed nervous... “I thought you knew how to drive. Why do you seem so nervous, maybe scared?”
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Tired. The man was exhausted from a long days work, but he had to. Daemien wanted to provide for Kalonice and Kimmy. Regardless of if Kal wanted to be with him or not, if Kimmy was his or someone else's. He loved them both. He was growing closer to the little red head who instantly wanted him in her life, even though her mother wanted nothing more than to push him away.
Still, he strode in quietly, placing his things down, slipping from his shoes. He walked into the room. His eyes falling onto the two girls lying sound asleep in his bed, a bed he'd recently exchanged from a twin to a queen. This way if the two decided to stay over, they could. Which was rare. At most he would have Kimmy over and she well, she'd be with his father until Daemien was able to leave work.
Kal wanted her with him. He still was unsure as to why, other than the fact that Kevin was around and he wasn't exactly a good person for a child to be around. Daemien pushed that thought aside focusing on the girls. A soft smile growing on his lips. He kept the light off as he changed from his work clothes to his shorts and tee shirt.
He crawled into bed, chuckling softly as he noticed Kimmy was sprawled out on his side. In one gentle movement, he scooped the girl up and placed her into the middle of the bed before taking his spot. He took his glasses off, placing them on the nightstand.
Daemien pulled the covers over himself. The little girl snuggling beside him in her sleep. If... if only things were really like this, this calm, simple. He enjoyed this... coming home to these girls. His girl and his woman. But, Kal wouldn't give him any chance. She.... she had her own type and... that wasn't him. As much as he thought some day it would happen... he was fooling himself. But, he'd help her with the job she'd asked about. And... well his heart would still be bound to her, making sure she was happy and cared for. And he'd make sure Kimmy was cared for and loved, happy.
He needed to do something... but what? Daemien would figure it out in the morning. Maybe a talk with a few people would do him some good.
"Xavier kept asking me if I was sure Kal never had sex with anyone else..." he murmured softly.
"You're seriously still wondering if Kimmy is your child?" Questioned the blonde who kept her eyes on a little blonde boy laying on the floor. "You're really not as smart as you think you are."
"I haven't seen her in years and the last time she was around Kevin." Daemien sighed softly, yeah... he was stupid. Why would Kalonice have sex? She wasn't into doing that before they had even tried... and even still, she was more interested in women. He seemed to be the only guy she was interested in. Didn't that make him seem.... self centered, selfish... hopeful.
"She acts exactly like you."
"Because she's with me all the time, around our family."
"Ken sweetie," Jenny stood walking over to where the little boy had been placed a few moments ago. Of course the little boy was on the move or at least trying.
“Go sit back down.” Daemien pulled his sisters hand, to stop her, making his way to the baby. He reached down to pick up the little boy. "At least he's strong, like his parents, not crying when he wakes up.” He smiled at his sister.
"And he's going to be smart, lovable, and know a child is his when he sees her." She rolled her eyes. "Daemien, don't think too much, you know that's what makes you stupid. And don’t ramble on either. Daemien, do you think Kimmy is your child?”
Yeah, he did but… Daemien shook the other thoughts from his head. He could feel Ken sturring in his grasp, the little boy wanted to be on the floor, to try and crawl. . The blonde male smiling. “Yes…but…”
“There are no buts yes or no?”
“Yes.” He nodded placing the boy on the floor. “I mean I have thought she was mine from the beginning I just didn’t want her to think I was being self centered.”
"Just say the first part." Jenny nodded.
Daemien hugged his sister. "Well then, I guess I should go and tell her then."
"Yes, go." Jenny chuckled soon watching as her brother left the house.
Daemien blinked twice at the red headed girl with bright blue eyes. A soft smile coming to his lips. He must have looked like her father. "Did you get lost from your parents?" But she had shook her head and called him daddy again. "What's your name?" He questioned.
Nyx... Could that have meant, no just a coincidence. Though, soon enough he could hear that familiar voice calling out the little girl's name. Daemien crouched down to the girls level. "Sounds like your mommy is trying to find you."
"Mommy said 'oh no.' And walked the other way, she's shy." The little girl giggled. Shy, no maybe she didn't want to face him again... she had been avoiding him for years.
His eyes soon locked on to a wild head of red hair, green emerald eyes. The beating of his heart echoed through his body. What could he do, what could he say. Nothing, he didn't have to say anything, the little girl had done it for him. [i come on Daemien, don't be such a wimp.]
"It's been awhile." He smiled kindly soon looking down to the child then back at her. "She's beautiful, like her mother."
Eyes fluttered open, in a slow motion, adjusting to the empty feeling trapping her. She was no longer where she considered home for years. She was back, where... where she was able to... to do what? Be herself? She wasn't even sure what was herself anymore. She was torn in two. The part that knew this place was home, that this place was where she grew up. The people who'd surround her would be her friends... the other part... questioned everything about this place about who they said she was, what those friends would even really be, actually friends or not?
"You'll remember them Elyse." She could hear Jasmine's voice chime.
That wasn't it. She remembered, she knew exactly who they would be whenever she would see them. But would they want to even know what the hell she really went through? Jasmine still refused to accept that fact, that was the reason why she was torn in two. It was too much for Jasmine to handle, to mentally deal with on her own as her own. That was why Elyse was there, why she was created.
Her sea colored eyes glanced over to the door where a man stood, concern evident in his eyes. Her father. The man who took to long. He was supposed to be cunning, smart. Why hadn't he given a damn sooner?
A bright smile rose upon her lips as she swung her legs over the bed. "Daddy, Elyse is mad. I know you tried your best to look for her. She thinks you don't care about her as much." She shrugged, looking beside her a mirrored version of herself. Black dress stained and torn, hair covered in filth, messy, knotted. "She doesn't want to leave yet, I'm gonna stay with her."
Jasmine looking over seeing as her father had walked in and sat beside her. She felt warmth as she felt his arms wrapped around her and Elyse. "She'll be ok, I can take care of her." Her father smiled at her, that smile that never told what he was really thinking in that brain, but she knew he was worried and that was ok. Jasmine watched him leave, soon looking to the figure beside her.
"Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be gone?" That was how it had been whenever one had control, yet, Jasmine couldn't let Elyse go, not like how Elyse did. She knew how to push Jasmine out, especially from her mind.
"I won't leave you alone... Maybe Victor will cheer you up, he's the best."
"Take a shower with me Victor." It was the only words that slipped from her mouth as she set foot into his room. Her eyes trailed over him. He was growing, slowly getting taller than her. When did he get this tall? Elyse was positive it was while she was away, but Jasmine, Jasmine couldn't remember.
"Jasmine." He was concerned, he had that look in his eyes. The same one her father gave. He didn't need to be concerned with her. Elyse was fine, mad because Sylvester was gone, mad because for some reason she actually cared that his presence was absent. She was used to his presence around her...
"Tell him to undress you..." she could hear his voice daring her to disobey him. Tell another to do what he had always done to her. Undress and dress her. Shower with her... push her face against the wall... Elyse shook the memories from her head.
"Undress me..." Elyse took his hand, placing it over her shoulder. Her eyes staring at him. She knew he was fighting internally. If he should do this or not, but it wasn't like they hadn't seen each other naked before, after all, he was her first.
A soft giggle slipped her lips. Her arms wrapping around Victor as she stepped closer to him. "He made her feel like she needed him," Jasmine sighed softly. "She wants to clean herself from him, but she can't do it alone. Will you help me fix her?"
The words seemed to echo in her mind, he was taunting her... just as Sylvester had. Her eyes stared right at him, but she couldn't see him, he blurred her whole surroundings blurred. Anything he was possibly saying was not reaching her. All she could hear was Theodore's taunting laughter. She felt as if Sylvester was staring at her, judging her. Elyse trembled with anger.
Her hands extended outward with force, pushing Victor inches away from her. "And here I thought you were a friend." She turned from him, leaving the same way she came in, through his window.
He was following her. She quickened her pace, making her way back to this place she was supposed to call home. "Stop following me!" She yelled slamming the door shut. Elyse stomped towards her room, ignoring the man watching her. Once she was in her room, Elyse could head Jasmine again.
"He's a gentleman." She reminded Elyse, but the girl kept quiet. Crossing her arms, what the hell was she doing here? Jasmine really needed to let go.
"Then you deal with him from now on. I want nothing to do with him, with anyone."
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Shivers raced up and down her body. Droplets of rain poured down. She wrapped her arms around her chest. A soft sigh escaping her lips. Green eyes glazed over the red neon signs. Her safe haven. Jenicia didn't rush to the doors or maybe she had. Her pace had increased, her hand reached for the door, pulling it open.
Hot air flushed over her face. Her body wanted to melt away, slide to the ground, but she couldn't let herself do so. No, instead Jenicia pushed away from the eyes of the bartenders, bodyguards, co-workers working the floor. Yes, she was a mess. She was never supposed to walk in through the front like she had, but there was no other option.
Jenicia had been outside for days in the rain, searching for... comfort, heat. And instead, she found her mothers boyfriend who used her before throwing her back out onto the streets. Here, this place... the strip club she worked at... it was the only place she felt safe. The only place she remembered how to get to. The only other place she'd go to... she had no idea how to get there... and well, she didn't really want that guy to help her out. He was odd and expected nothing from her. He was mental, psychotic!
Though... then again wasn't she?
Still, if he really wanted her around, he'd come around would he not? No, after everything she did to escape and leave him in the dust, probably not.
"What the fuck are you doing Nici?"
Jenicia shrugged her shoulders. She honestly had no idea what she was doing -as in her plans- other than "warmth." The words managed to slip from her lips.
"Crist," The manager of grumbled through his teeth.
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“How… how would I… attract someone?” Emilia questioned, her voice in a small hushed tone. She was nervous…shy, Jasmine knew Emilia was. The young woman hadn’t even thought about sexual things before. And well,Jasmine knew that was what Emilia meant. What else could she have meant? She already attracted guys, that wasn’t her problem.
“You mean you want someone to want you, sexually.” Jasmine giggled, “Zack won’t ever admit it, you know that right? You may not have to do anything at all. Just climbed top of him, in your underwear or naked.” Jasmine smiled as she shrugged her shoulders.
But, Zack didn’t like her… or well he didn’t seem to like her much. Especially not in that sense. Maybe she was just being childish again, thinking he actually had feelings for her when the truth was he didn’t. But, the way that he looked at her… how he was when they were together. Emilia shook her head. “Zack isn’t like that.”
Jasmine gave the brunette a look. Oh, Emilia just had to fall for Zack, the wolf that would tear her innocence to shreds. And everyone thought Aion was bad for Roise. “He is exactly like that. The only head that’s going to react for Zack is his dick."
No Jasmine didn't think that was all Zack was. She knew Zack enjoyed living the fantasy life he built, filled with money, fame, girls. But she also knew deep down, he had feelings for Emilia that he wanted to keep buried. And Because he was also a Smith, he thought with his sexual organs and pride. So, if his pride was in the way he wouldn't admit anything, but oh... his organs would remind him exactly of what he really wanted.
"Maybe I shouldn't.. maybe it's wrong."
"Emilia do you want to experience something more?"
Emilia was quiet. She did, but should she really? "Then you have to seduce him and that'll catch him completely off guard. He still sees you as innocent. And once your deflowered... he may deny it verbally, but his junk don't deny it." Jasmine chuckled. "You'll be fine Emilia."
No, Emilia knew it wouldn't be fine. Even if she ever really wanted to experience such a thing Zack would say no. He wasn't into her like that.... he wouldn't want to be with her entirely like she would have wanted. It was better if she just moved on. Besides, it wasn't like he actually said he loved her or wanted to be with her.
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“Follow me..” The aqua eye colored girl whispered with a smile. Her hand reached out to his. Her slender fingers locking between his. She didn’t say a word, she never had to say a word.
He followed her with a deep sigh. “Where are we going, Jasmine? Victor was going to get in trouble again. He always found trouble with Jasmine, she was trouble. He glanced back for a moment before looking back at the blonde. He continued to follow, maybe… maybe she’d share something with him like she had before… when they were younger before everything happened.
Jasmine lead him through the abandoned sewer pipes under the city. Darkness wrapped around them but allowed the black hole to swallow her. Her hand was wrapped tightly around Victor’s. She wouldn’t lose him, they had to reach the end but she had stopped somewhere in the middle of their destination.
She turned to face him. Her hands sliding up his arm, stopping at his cheek. Her eyes, adjusted to the darkness, stared at him. “You’re always so willing.” She murmured. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his.
“Maybe that’s why Jasmine trusts you so much.” A shrug came from the girl. She crossed her arms, leaning against the metal wall of the pipe. “She got lost in the darkness."
Victor felt his chest tighten. He was angry mainly at himself. That he didn't get to her sooner. He should have known something was wrong when she didn't show up the next day to bother him. And the Vendetta's had a habit of disappearing.
“Jasmine..” Victor let her name out in a breath. His hand slipped from hers, but she had grabbed it within a split second.
“Oh come on Victor, don't be sad. Jasmine's ok... well her mind is, she remembers nothing. Sees everything as a movie, a little fantasy of 'if it happened to her'." Elyse shrugged. It wasn't her fault the other half of this body refused to accept the truth. She would later on, someday... hopefully. Though, Elyse was kind of liking this. Being the only one who knew everything.
"Want to hear what happened while I was gone? While Jasmine was away? When we were used… You know she wants to tell you, but how can she say what she doesn’t remember? I should tell her, shouldn't I?”
Did he really want to hear what they did to her? No, he didn't need to. All he needed to know was that they hurt her. They forced themselves on her. And that... he'd make things right for her. Aion had already killled those bastards... But Victor was left with the hardest task, taking care of her. Even when she didn't want to be around him, or when she was annoying as hell.
"Don't.." he said softly. His jaw clenching. "Don't let her know anything... Not yet.. When she is ready, then let her know..." He looked away. How could he possibly hide it from her? What he knew... What he could only imagine... No. He did not want to imagine. "Give...give me Jasmine back, Elyse... Please..."
He wanted Jasmine back? Oh, oh no. After it was practically his fault this happened. If they hadn't had sex, if she didn't leave his house because he made her feel unwanted there.... she wouldn't have gotten taken away. He, he had a right to feel guilty.
No, no he didn't. None of this was Victor's fault. It would of happened at some point in Jasmine's life. She was careless and trouble followed her. She had enemies who wanted to be rid of her. Victor... he just needed to stop trying to fix what he hadn't broke.
"Are you ok? Why'd you stop? Come on, we're almost at the end!" Jasmine pulled him by the hand, a bright smile over her face as they came to the end. "I found this place, it's old, but really cool."
As she pulled him from the pipes, Jasmine stared out at a room filled with books. "So this used to be a bookstore, and I found a book about these people who left a town because they feared this guy. He was said to be cruel and everything, until he meant the woman he ended up marrying. But, that's not the craziest part." Jasmine lead him into the table where she had left the book out, pointing to a picture of a tall handsome man who looked exactly like him.
"His name was Victor E Vitriol.”
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"I thought I'd never see her again...
Yet, there she was. Standing right in front of me. Her nervous smile, strawberry gold locks, those eyes. I wanted to hug her, I really did, but I couldn't. How could I hug someone I hurt for so long...
She liked me... She really always loved me. Knowing who I was. How badly of a fuck up I could be. I didn't want her to be in love with me because I knew I loved her and would only make her life miserable. I knew it since I was young... Since the first day we kissed. That's why I always had to pretend. But I only made things worse."
"So why don't you just explain that to her?" Questioned the blonde on the swing beside him.
"It's not that easy Jas."
"Oh yes, it is." She smiled that infamous Vendetta smile. "All you have to do is go up to her and say, 'I'm sorry I hurt you. I never meant to.' Kimmy would forgive you. She'd think it was her fault anyway."
"That's the problem." He groaned, frustrated he tousled his hair. "It's not her fault! Not at all." He sighed. "I just..." He couldn't tell her anything. No matter what he said to Kimmy, she'd blame herself. Maybe... maybe he shouldn't have let Aion influence him to go all the way to Germany.
"You just want to love her. And maybe eventually if she lets you, which she would fuck her. Or you can be your father and romance her."
"I'm not dad."
"Then romance and seduce her, like your mom." Jasmine chuckled.
Thor sighed. Nothing was what he was going to do. He was just going to walk into her and Jasmine's room and say hi. Maybe hug her... but that was all. And talk. But nothing more. And... he'd stay the hell away from any chocolate... that way... if.. if he did gain the courage to tell her, somehow... she wouldn't assume it was because of that. She'd know. Know for sure... that it was him being open and honest about how he felt... for once.
Xavier... who did that man think he was? Honestly! He expected nothing from her, nothing. Something was wrong really wrong with the situation she was in. He was mad, clearly mad, insane. And here she was following him to where ever the hell he wanted to take her.
She must have caught the crazy too.
Jenicia was desperate to die. She would let herself die under is terms as long as he allowed her to be free of this life. The life she no longer wanted.
Though, they had come to a stop at the middle of a road. Her eyes staring right at his odd blue-green eyes. The shade still fascinating her. His fingers brushed over her stomach. He never said a word, but his eyes glittered with happiness.
Jenicia glanced down, noticing her own stomach, bloated as if.... as if... she left a kick, her eyes shifting up to Xavier. He was disappearing. Her eyes widened. No, he wasn't going to leave her, that... that asshole! What the fuck? What the fuck did he do to her?
The blonde jolted upright in bed. Her breathing heavy. Beside her... laid no one... just as it had been for the past month. Though, the door had opened and her eyes laid upon a short blonde.
"You're awake now." It was Jenny, the girl as a relieved smile on her face. "I was beginning to worry. They found you late last night passed out." Jenny made her way over to the other blonde on the bed.
Jenicia laid back down. She knew where she was. Back at Xavier's. But, why did they have to bring her there if all places? Xavier left her. After promising he'd stay, he left. She should have known. Why... why did she actually allow herself to get close to that... that maniac?
"Why? Why did you let them bring me here?"
"Kenneth brought you here, he thought it'd be best for you and..." Jenicia could see Jenny's blue eyes shifting downward.
"Me and what?" Jenicia narrowed her eyes.
".... the baby."
"The what?" Jenny was joking right? There was no way... no fucking way....
Instantly Jenicia got out of the bed, her clothes still ripped and full of dirt from the previous night. "I'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna fucking kill him." Jenicia stormed out of the room, her eyes catching the giant close by. "I want to see him. Now." Her eyes were narrow, anger sizzled in her veins. Oh she would kill him! She would fucking kill him.
Jenicia stormed into that damn forsaken place, knife in hand. But she was chased after by Kenneth who snatched the weapon from her hand, placing it somewhere she couldn't reach, fucking giants. What ever.... she'd kill Xavier with her bare hands.
"He's waiting in there."
Jenicia scoffed waiting, in there for her. Oh please. The blonde stormed in, "You couldn't just leave me alone? You just had to implant your spawns." She was pissed so pissed. Fire raged with in her. She reached him within seconds. Her fingers wrapped around the collar of his shirt. "You left me. And now I'm stuck with your child!"
A child she didn't want. One Jenicia couldn't just get rid of. She was cruel, but not that fucking cruel. But Xavier was. He'd given her a life to care for when she didn't even want her own damn life.
“You left me. You fucking left me.” Jenicia could feel the tears swelling in her eyes. She lifted her hand, slapping him across the face before storming out.
“I found the letter.” Jenny walked into the room handing it to Kal. “Reading it to her may be the best bet… It was crumpled up when I found it… I’m more than certain she never read what he had to say to her..” Though, Jenny knew Jenicia wouldn’t want to hear it. But… maybe after these few months… and now that she’s gonna be a mom, maybe here close friend could convince her to not be so mad? Jenny could only hope Kalonice could help Jenicia out. After all, Jenicia was very trusting of Kalonice.
Daemien had seen her a few times before, sitting there silently in the library reading a book. She was usually alone when she came to the library. Books covering her table. Studying was her thing, at least that’s what he could gather from the brunette who he sat a table across from.
“Just go up to her.” Mia told him as she rolled her eyes.
No, he… he couldn’t do that. She, she was busy and… he didn’t even know her name. All he did was admire her from a far. The student body president, for the second year in a row. Back in middle school she had the highest grades and she was nominated their last year before they went to high school. And now.. now they were freshman, ninth graders.
“You’re going to have to talk to her sooner or later. Aren’t you apart of the student council?”
“Vice president.” Darse spoke as he sat down only hearing the last part of Mia’s words. “Is he being a little vagina again?” He snickered. “Just talk to her, you’re gonna have to at some point.”
Daemien shook his head, no. He couldn’t. Not… not in the way he wanted to at least. His eyes were still on her as she pulled her hair back up into a bun. Daemien liked to think she did that when she was on a mission for success. He watched her put her things away in her bag, soon getting up. The teenage boy groaned, dropping his head onto the table.
Though, he soon felt a hand tap against his shoulder. He sat up, his head turning to the side only to catch the Student body president standing right beside him. “Daemien Leo-leon-”
“Leonidos.” He blinked twice, no one could really pronounce his name right, that was fine. But, she.. she knew who he was… his name.
She smiled, a giggle escaping her lips. Daemien could feel his cheeks burn at the sight of it. "I wanted to officially welcome you to the student council. Meeting is in an hour. Every Wednesday, just to recap. Hope to see you there."
"Thanks for waiting with me for my ride." Her eyes were staring out the window of the door. "You really don't have to hold my books for for me."
"It's-it's ok, you shouldn't have to lug all of these books with you." Daemien kept his eyes down on the books. It was now or never, that's what his friends told him earlier that day when he finally noticed he liked her. "I mean... I know you can hold them yourself, but..."
"You're too nice of a guy Daemien." He glanced up at the sound of his name. Their eyes meeting for a moment. Words caught in his throat for a moment.
"I... thank you."
"Oh there's my ride." She smiled grabbing her books from him.
"I like you." He blurred out before she could stepped out of the door she pushed open.
"I like you too Daemien." She smiled kindly. But, he didn't mean it... in the way she took it.
"Do you want to go out sometime? Like... like a date?"
Daemien could see the smile on her face fading. A sigh escaping her lips. "Look Daemien... your an nice guy, really. But that's all. I like you, like... your..." she shook her head.
"I don't like guys like you."
"Like me?" He questioned, what did she mean, guys like him? He was nice... yeah, but she was a nice girl, at least... that's what he thought until her next words.
"Nerdy, geeky... too nice. Like I feel bad right now and I shouldn't. But really Damien... I mean look at me, I'm heading somewhere. My family has money, one day I'll be president and I'll have a husband who will be nice, but not your kind of nice... your too nice for me. I'm sorry. I'm gonna go. Thanks again for staying."
He tried to speak, but instead he lowered his head, nodding as she walked away. Daemien shouldn't have said anything. He should have kept his mouth shut. He shouldn't have complimented her, always letting her know what was in his mind...
The following weeks, he hardly said anything. He talked to her, because it was a sign of respect to talk when someone else spoke to him. But, he would leave once the meetings were done with Mia and Darse who waited for him outside. Yeah, he pretty much avoided her for the rest of the year. Not wanting to explain anything to her.
Maybe one day he would. But, she didn't care, she never asked. She never looked his way, even when he stepped down from the student council. Was this what it felt like to be heartbroken?
No, he just didn't understand why being a nice guy was such a bad thing... and since then he kind of just kept to those close to him. And that was fine because he didn't find anyone interesting, no one else caught his eye. And he was more than certain he didn't catch anyone else's eyes.
A year or so later....
It was her... Delilah Fairchild, the reason he stopped expressing himself. "I should have known I'd see you here. How have you been?"
"I-I'm ok. Yourself?"
"Good, good. Umm... I kind of lost someone, so.. I was wondering if maybe I could hang around you until I find him?"
Daemien looked away from her. Hang around him, but... he honestly didn't want her around. Though, he couldn't really just say no to her. He wouldn't leave someone alone... no matter who they were.
But before he could say sure, he heard his sister's voice. "Who's this?" Jenny questioned as she slid her arm around Daemien's.
"Oh, hi Jenny." She brushed Delilah off, Daemien looked down to the blonde girl, his hand already being tugged. "The superman creator has a panel this way."
"Ah, ok." He managed to get out before smiled softly towards Delilah. "Sorry."
"No it's fine, sorry I almost ruined your date." She shrugged turning and walking away.
He turned to Jenny who instantly giggled. "She's mad. What did she want want from you?"
"She didn't want to be alone, she lost who ever she was with."
"Yeah, well she shouldn't have hurt you last year. And besides, I heard she's a terrible person."
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