3UPDATE 4/26/09: Hi folks. After quite a couple years, I've decided to give this story another go. That means re-writes first, progress later. Starting with chap.1 =)
OLD: I don't know what will come of this. I just started piecing things together, and it came out into a shabby storyline. However, take it as it goes. Such the writing for this shall go.
The Meaning of Etiquette
One.
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The wind blew hard that day…that's all I can really seem to remember.
The clouds, swatches of grey painted onto the orb of sky, twirled ominously. It was overpowering, really- watching them all condense and break with the rush of a new gust.
A hand rose lazily up towards the grey, pale in itself and in its possessor. It was my hand, and it was feeling the need to grasp onto something as powerful as the scene unfolding.
Yeah, I'm weird. So shoot me.
Please?
"Evelyn…Evelyn!"
I tilted my head back, rolling it to the side and dramatically fluttering my lashes. My hand remained in the air but no longer grasping.
"Hmm?" I stared at his shoulders, his torso, and then finally his face. Now my hand fell to my side with a thump.
I wish I hadn't seen him at all.
Sympathy etched its way onto his profile. He started to shift, and his large jade eyes pained with unidentified emotion. He looked so helpless.
Somewhere not too deep in my subconscious, I snorted laughter. I was the one truly vulnerable.
Suddenly being sprawled out on a patch of grass—alone, did not seem as comforting. I threw myself forward, hugging my knees to my chest and settling my right cheek across their surface. I wasn't going to ignore the fact he was here. My heart would never let me. Even after what had been done.
"Evvy…" His voice sounded sketchy, raw.
"'Ian'…" I mocked, the spunk of my voice stifled and replaced by a hollow abyss. It was a droning atmosphere.
"Can I sit down?" He inquired with such a look that I was temporarily reminded whom I was speaking with.
"I don't know- can you?" My right cheek started to tingle, and immediately I shifted my face in the opposite direction, crooning my face harder into my stubby knees. It may have been childish, but I guess that recognition was more short-lived then I expected.
My heart didn't say anything about being stubborn.
The sound of crisp grass being rustled became an agonizing sound. Why wouldn't he just leave me alone? There was nothing stopping him before…
There sure as Hell isn't anything stopping him now.
Or perhaps I shouldn't mention Hell?
"Look at me." His voice regained its normal demur, powerful and demanding, set out to accomplish saying whatever had to be said.
"I hate you."
It's an interesting thing, when your breath hitches high but your heart drops so incredibly fast.
His gaze scorched where it lingered on my face, but I was intent to advert my gaze on the crumpled grass. I chanced tilting my face upwards once more, as if to sooth the turmoil of my mind with the turmoil in the sky. Wind caressed my hair, sent it frayed.
"What?" Why did he sound so incredulous?
"I hate you." I emphasized the meaning, more to myself. It wasn't a hard concept to understand.
He spluttered curses, pushing himself up from the ground and shoving his hands deep into his pockets. His hair settled like a shadow over his face.
I shifted away, put off.
His hand caught my shoulder, and I let out something like a groan. Thrown to my feet, at this point I'm certain it was of my own fear; he dragged me away from the grass and towards the parking lot. I clawed at his wrist and pried his fingers.
"Ian! Let go!" I didn't. I didn't. No, no!
He wordlessly pushed my back up against a car, disregarding whatever I was saying and how tight his grip was. At the moment I didn't care too much, either. I couldn't let him draw me back in.
Ian's arms perched on either side of me, his face lowered and the darkness I knew him for retracting into my mind. Everything I thought I could suppress was smacking me back in the face full force.
He rested his forehead against mine, eyes a lit with a new fire.
"What kills evil faster than anything, Sin?" His breath crept along my neck, warm yet icy cold to the wind's touch.
I shuddered.
"More evil..." He whispered, pushing himself into me with more force. The ominous clouds swirled a danger of movement up above, casting everything further into a dark silhouette. His fingertips traced across my collarbone, settling on my shaky shoulders.
"No." I whispered back. No.
"You can't live without me. As soon as I disappear- you disappear." He loosened himself against me, grabbing my chin in the process. It pained me. Everything pained me.
He lingered his eyes on my lips, daring his own touch to them before settling his grip back onto my jaw. His eyes found mine, and I was locked.
The fear, the power- the overwhelming helplessness of everything this man- this creature had put me through. The love I couldn't help but stir in my corrupted soul.
I felt weak, so suddenly drained. Jaded eyes never left mine as my mind resided into darkness, fighting it's way towards life but failing as it fell further into it's coffin- where it would never again be let out.
The last thing I remember…was the feel of rain patting against my skin.
"Where is the girl?" His voice boomed to the high ceilings, ravenous in the tone that would send one into instant fear and worthlessness.
"She's safe." Was the witty reply, and he perched himself against solid, black marble.
Sterling's grip tightened on her tray, before wordlessly it dropped to the floor. Glass shattered and sprayed in crystalline shards across the floor.
With a sharp in take of breath, she hastily began to pick up what remained. Her fingers brushed the edge, the tips bubbling with dews of blood.
The scene played out slowly, and with horror.
Transfixed on the blood and the broken glass- she realized everything was indeed real.