Post by silent.lullaby on Sept 29, 2010 19:56:58 GMT -5
Aerabella was growing impatient, she got up and stepped over the woman and froze for a second. There was a clasp in the woman’s hair, a sunny inspired on, all bright sunstones imbedded in silver. It was an awful lot alike to the one Calum had given her, though hers was a crescent moon with stars. Aerabella’s jaw clenched. “Just who are you to him?” She asked the unconscious body.
Continuing on her way, she grabbed two blood bags from the refrigerator before walking off down the halls to do some investigating. His office held nothing of interest to her, and she slurped her blood as she entered his bedroom. Everything was sunny, like it was inspired by the girl’s clasp. The bed frame was metal, painted black, the bed sheets were silver and metallic. She turned to leave and but she froze and shuffled over to the pictures displayed on the wall.
Pictures of Calum and one of the elders, presumably his grandfather. The woman with a group of her friends.
Pictures of the two of them together: Him in a tux. Her in a white gown. Above it was a marriage licence from over a hundred years ago, one from eighty years ago, and one from just fourteen years ago. All of them in pristine condition, kept behind the glass. She felt her stomach do a sick twist and under the anger, she just really wanted to cry.
He’d been playing her since she was little more than a child. And to vampires, she still was a child.
In the rush of sadness, of embarrassment she might have run from the house... but the promise of his blood came rushing back, blood lust locking out the marriage of Calum Asher to Olivia. She cracked her neck once to each side before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She dropped the empty blood bag before dropping back into the regal chair and biting into the second one she’d grabbed.
***
Warren had insisted that Wolfgang go home, that he had enough to deal with having a potential rogue and a vampire on a mission. Wolfgang kicked a stone and it plinged against a metal sewer grate. He could be helpful if Warren would just listen. He knew Aerabella better than pretty much anyone. She was one of his best friends after all. The only one who might know more would be that Marlowe girl or Harmony, and that’s because girls tell each other things they wouldn’t dare tell boys.
Sighing, he continued down the road having a strange feeling to head toward the lake.
***
Olivia’s vision came back slowly, it was ebbed with red and her fangs slashed out. She was ravenous, but old enough to keep it at bay. She peeked one eye open a slit, she could see legs hanging off the arm of her claw legged antique chair. The binding around her wrists was tied well and in her current state, she couldn’t break through them. A head poked around the chair and Olivia quickly shut her eye.
“Did you think I didn’t hear you trying to get out of those bindings?” The girl asked. Olivia opened her eyes, it was better to know what was coming. The girl stood and crouched in front of her. Olivia kicked up and the girl grabbed her leg with cool confidence. “Is that anyway to treat a guest?”
“Screw you.” Olivia replied. “My husband is going to kill you, he’ll be home any minute.”
“Good, because I’m sick of waiting.” The girl replied. She bit into Olivia’s neck and Olivia couldn’t even scream, she left her though with enough blood to stay conscious, but do not much more. The girl once more flopped down into the chair and all Olivia could see were her legs.
***
Calum had decided to walk home. He dreaded going home to Olivia, knowing what he knew. It wasn’t simple, it wasn’t cut clean and easy, but he knew he loved Aerabella. How was he to tell his wife of over a hundred years that he didn’t love her anymore. They’d grown old together, they’d gone back to their younger selves, they’d moved to a lovely little beach home and had little get togethers with their human neighbours. They’d slept together, and she wanted kids now, she wanted a family to be started, she wanted him to have normal hours.
What was it that he wanted? It might be wrong, but the first thing that came to his mind was Aerabella. He’d wait for her, of course, it was only proper. When she was eighteen she could decide for herself, and he’d ask for her father’s blessing. But would he give it if he found out?
Calum rubbed the back of his neck. He’d been courting Aerabella while still married. It was wrong, so wrong. He hadn’t felt the pull to Olivia like he had to Aerabella. The times were different. Olivia was young, alone and while independent for her time, she needed a man to be with, and Calum was alone. It wasn’t as if he never felt anything for her. He had loved her, perhaps not with all of his heart, but enough to make him never want to hurt her, to give him the desire to protect her.
It was probably why he hadn’t divorced her, he didn’t want to hurt her.
It was probably also why he hadn’t told Aerabella, he didn’t want to hurt her either.
In the end, he knew, if he didn’t’ to something fast, it would destroy them all.
He paused in front of the house, a feeling of dread washing over him. He sighed, Olivia had probably cooked supper, set out fancy place settings and lit candles. Probably even had some champagne on ice. She was probably dressed nicely too, a little dress that would go over her beautiful, shapely body. He was probably the only man ever to feel dread going to a home in which Olivia resided as wife. He managed to put one foot in front of the other and before opening the door he caught scent of something familiar, and yet... different.
Something was wrong. He knew that for sure. He put his briefcase down slowly and then opened the door.
The sight sickened him to the core. Olivia was tied against one of the support beams of the house, blood was dried onto an already healed head wound and her throat was still bleeding, blood rolling over her white dress. Closer and to the side Aerabella sat in Olivia’s favourite chairs, blood on her hands, down her face and still matted from earlier in her hair. She looked like a horror movie extra.
“Hello Calum,” Aerabella spoke and despite it being her voice he could tell she was gorged, blood was ruling her mind.
“Aerabella,” he whispered but knew she would hear.
They were both silent for a moment before Aerabella laughed, “really? You aren’t going to introduce me to your wife?” She stood up and looked at Olivia and then to Calum, “but then again, we’ve been spending the afternoon together. She’s alright, but she’s not that delicious.” She started to pick at dried up blood on her fingernails.
“Leave her alone, please, let her go Aerabella.”
“Aerabella? Really, not going to call me by any nicknames?” She smirked, “or just not going to call me them in front of the wife?”
“This isn’t you,” Calum moved a step closer, “this isn’t you Aries.”
“No, I’m the girl who believed you actually cared about me, when really I was just a younger model.” Aerabella’s eyes misted, but the emotion didn’t last long. “I should saw the top of her head off and drink from her cranium like a bowl.”
Calum felt sick, his stomach twisted. “You don’t want to do that.”
“You’re right, I don’t.”
Calum felt a surge of hope, “that’s right, you don’t want to hurt her. It’s wrong, you know that.”
“Wrong?” Aerabella tested the word. “Perhaps, but I was just saying no because her blood isn’t that good. It’s decent, but... I have expensive tastes.” Calum got the feeling then that it wasn’t Olivia who was in trouble. He took a step back and Aerabella tackled him down before he could realize she’d moved. Her fangs were already in his neck he pushed her back and off of him and she smashed into the china cabinet.
Slowly she emerged brushing off some glass and only succeeding in pushing others in further. She didn’t even seem to notice. “How rude.” Was all she said before they were moving quickly, Calum defensively, Aerabella offensively. Aerabella managed to pin him again, on his stomach with his arms pinned under her powerful arms her teeth sunk in again and Calum couldn’t get the advantage as he felt himself grow weaker.
“You’re delicious,” she said when she broke away, “maybe that’s why she kept you even though you’re a no good cheating bastard.” And again her teeth tore the flesh of his neck.
***
Olivia willed.
They listened.
Continuing on her way, she grabbed two blood bags from the refrigerator before walking off down the halls to do some investigating. His office held nothing of interest to her, and she slurped her blood as she entered his bedroom. Everything was sunny, like it was inspired by the girl’s clasp. The bed frame was metal, painted black, the bed sheets were silver and metallic. She turned to leave and but she froze and shuffled over to the pictures displayed on the wall.
Pictures of Calum and one of the elders, presumably his grandfather. The woman with a group of her friends.
Pictures of the two of them together: Him in a tux. Her in a white gown. Above it was a marriage licence from over a hundred years ago, one from eighty years ago, and one from just fourteen years ago. All of them in pristine condition, kept behind the glass. She felt her stomach do a sick twist and under the anger, she just really wanted to cry.
He’d been playing her since she was little more than a child. And to vampires, she still was a child.
In the rush of sadness, of embarrassment she might have run from the house... but the promise of his blood came rushing back, blood lust locking out the marriage of Calum Asher to Olivia. She cracked her neck once to each side before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She dropped the empty blood bag before dropping back into the regal chair and biting into the second one she’d grabbed.
***
Warren had insisted that Wolfgang go home, that he had enough to deal with having a potential rogue and a vampire on a mission. Wolfgang kicked a stone and it plinged against a metal sewer grate. He could be helpful if Warren would just listen. He knew Aerabella better than pretty much anyone. She was one of his best friends after all. The only one who might know more would be that Marlowe girl or Harmony, and that’s because girls tell each other things they wouldn’t dare tell boys.
Sighing, he continued down the road having a strange feeling to head toward the lake.
***
Olivia’s vision came back slowly, it was ebbed with red and her fangs slashed out. She was ravenous, but old enough to keep it at bay. She peeked one eye open a slit, she could see legs hanging off the arm of her claw legged antique chair. The binding around her wrists was tied well and in her current state, she couldn’t break through them. A head poked around the chair and Olivia quickly shut her eye.
“Did you think I didn’t hear you trying to get out of those bindings?” The girl asked. Olivia opened her eyes, it was better to know what was coming. The girl stood and crouched in front of her. Olivia kicked up and the girl grabbed her leg with cool confidence. “Is that anyway to treat a guest?”
“Screw you.” Olivia replied. “My husband is going to kill you, he’ll be home any minute.”
“Good, because I’m sick of waiting.” The girl replied. She bit into Olivia’s neck and Olivia couldn’t even scream, she left her though with enough blood to stay conscious, but do not much more. The girl once more flopped down into the chair and all Olivia could see were her legs.
***
Calum had decided to walk home. He dreaded going home to Olivia, knowing what he knew. It wasn’t simple, it wasn’t cut clean and easy, but he knew he loved Aerabella. How was he to tell his wife of over a hundred years that he didn’t love her anymore. They’d grown old together, they’d gone back to their younger selves, they’d moved to a lovely little beach home and had little get togethers with their human neighbours. They’d slept together, and she wanted kids now, she wanted a family to be started, she wanted him to have normal hours.
What was it that he wanted? It might be wrong, but the first thing that came to his mind was Aerabella. He’d wait for her, of course, it was only proper. When she was eighteen she could decide for herself, and he’d ask for her father’s blessing. But would he give it if he found out?
Calum rubbed the back of his neck. He’d been courting Aerabella while still married. It was wrong, so wrong. He hadn’t felt the pull to Olivia like he had to Aerabella. The times were different. Olivia was young, alone and while independent for her time, she needed a man to be with, and Calum was alone. It wasn’t as if he never felt anything for her. He had loved her, perhaps not with all of his heart, but enough to make him never want to hurt her, to give him the desire to protect her.
It was probably why he hadn’t divorced her, he didn’t want to hurt her.
It was probably also why he hadn’t told Aerabella, he didn’t want to hurt her either.
In the end, he knew, if he didn’t’ to something fast, it would destroy them all.
He paused in front of the house, a feeling of dread washing over him. He sighed, Olivia had probably cooked supper, set out fancy place settings and lit candles. Probably even had some champagne on ice. She was probably dressed nicely too, a little dress that would go over her beautiful, shapely body. He was probably the only man ever to feel dread going to a home in which Olivia resided as wife. He managed to put one foot in front of the other and before opening the door he caught scent of something familiar, and yet... different.
Something was wrong. He knew that for sure. He put his briefcase down slowly and then opened the door.
The sight sickened him to the core. Olivia was tied against one of the support beams of the house, blood was dried onto an already healed head wound and her throat was still bleeding, blood rolling over her white dress. Closer and to the side Aerabella sat in Olivia’s favourite chairs, blood on her hands, down her face and still matted from earlier in her hair. She looked like a horror movie extra.
“Hello Calum,” Aerabella spoke and despite it being her voice he could tell she was gorged, blood was ruling her mind.
“Aerabella,” he whispered but knew she would hear.
They were both silent for a moment before Aerabella laughed, “really? You aren’t going to introduce me to your wife?” She stood up and looked at Olivia and then to Calum, “but then again, we’ve been spending the afternoon together. She’s alright, but she’s not that delicious.” She started to pick at dried up blood on her fingernails.
“Leave her alone, please, let her go Aerabella.”
“Aerabella? Really, not going to call me by any nicknames?” She smirked, “or just not going to call me them in front of the wife?”
“This isn’t you,” Calum moved a step closer, “this isn’t you Aries.”
“No, I’m the girl who believed you actually cared about me, when really I was just a younger model.” Aerabella’s eyes misted, but the emotion didn’t last long. “I should saw the top of her head off and drink from her cranium like a bowl.”
Calum felt sick, his stomach twisted. “You don’t want to do that.”
“You’re right, I don’t.”
Calum felt a surge of hope, “that’s right, you don’t want to hurt her. It’s wrong, you know that.”
“Wrong?” Aerabella tested the word. “Perhaps, but I was just saying no because her blood isn’t that good. It’s decent, but... I have expensive tastes.” Calum got the feeling then that it wasn’t Olivia who was in trouble. He took a step back and Aerabella tackled him down before he could realize she’d moved. Her fangs were already in his neck he pushed her back and off of him and she smashed into the china cabinet.
Slowly she emerged brushing off some glass and only succeeding in pushing others in further. She didn’t even seem to notice. “How rude.” Was all she said before they were moving quickly, Calum defensively, Aerabella offensively. Aerabella managed to pin him again, on his stomach with his arms pinned under her powerful arms her teeth sunk in again and Calum couldn’t get the advantage as he felt himself grow weaker.
“You’re delicious,” she said when she broke away, “maybe that’s why she kept you even though you’re a no good cheating bastard.” And again her teeth tore the flesh of his neck.
***
Olivia willed.
They listened.