I hear the music of the whiskey filling up my glass as I think how to begin my story. I'm gonna have to strip it down to the bare facts like some of the girls strip away those tiny details that don't interest the punters. "How do I know.. well it started with a couple of them visiting the club a bit too often for my taste. They weren't there for the girls or the music..they were asking questions about whether we had anyone 'special' working there. They had a fairly good description of who they wanted; mostly my 'talents' though rather than what I looked like thankfully...." I trail off as I collect the thoughts that've fallen into my glass an
The time has come. After days of consideration and planning and then more days of getting our affairs together it's time. Tonight Anastasia and I will merge and wake up better than new. I've been waiting for this moment for years, the moment when I can just peacefully go to sleep and know that everything that matters will carry on just fine without me. I clean the house, I make the bed and I settle on top of the sheets. With a gentle nudge I go to sleep and with just a whisper of effort I set events going.
I fall asleep into empty space where I find 'Stasia.
It's almost like taking our music collections on our outdated and corrupted piles
It takes more than a bath by thunder-kitten, literature
Literature
It takes more than a bath
I slowly relax as the scalding water unbunches my muscles and washes away all the aches. I soak until the water's merely warm and the room gets darker. I know there's something lurking at the back of my mind, some tiny doubt or fear.. if I was a normal girl it would probably be embarassment that vaughan had had to help me undress but I've never been shy. Whatever it is I ignore it, this bath would be such a waste if I didn't relax completely. As the water cools II know I have to get out again and call softly for Vaughan. He probably wasn't far away because he's there almost immediately.
"Did it help?" he asks
I nod, "it at least helps to re
Confession- it's always the quiet ones.... by thunder-kitten, literature
Literature
Confession- it's always the quiet ones....
I creep into Vaughan's room, his door isn't properly closed in case he wants to get out so I don't feel as much like I'm intruding. When I look in he's back to being human again just as I dreamt. That might make things more awkward but right now I just want to be close to someone...him? I don't want to lose anyone else and he's one of the few people from before who's still here. I shiver and consider putting more clothes on..this gets dismissed instantly- he's never minded nudity before. I'm asleep almost as soon as my head touches his chest.
I wake up slowly. The feeling of warmth and safety, body heat.. whose? It doesn't seem like somethin
As I walk into the house I feel numb. Not happy to be out, being in there wasn't so bad- I didn't have time to feel the true horror of my position while I was there. I look around and everything looks familiar and at the same time wrong. I smile faintly to Vaughan as he helps me..I help him.. helping is going on anyway. We struggle to a chair and I slump and try to remember so that I can forget. I know it hasn't hit me yet and may not for a while so I'm going to clear things in my head while I can.
I was in the umbra and I went to those guys in jumpsuits for help.. they got me across then the avatar storm hurt me and they put me to sleep