The Tribe

Into The Darkness Called Life

"What if, you didn't know who you loved?" Ebony glared at Trudy angrily. She flicked back her braids and considered the question, her fingers tapping her knee slowly. Trudy watched her sceptically, maybe she shouldn't have told this leather-clad deamoness, it would only cause her trouble to have the other girl know of Trudy's confusion.

Ebony ran her tongue along her perfect white teeth thoughtfully, and grinned.

"I'd have both of them,"

Trudy frowned, "Why, would I not put that past you?"

The brunette ran her hands though her hair angrily, Ebony continued to smile at the elder girl.

"Because, you know that's what you do too. If you could," Secretly, Ebony knew Trudy was too much of a wimp. It made her blood boil, why dither? Especially, when she had Martin – and Ebony, had Bray.

The problem was, she wanted it to be the other way around. The other brother.

Trudy chuckled helplessly at Ebony, "No, I'm not a slut." She stood up, leaving the room quickly – better not to let her fear of the dark skinned girl show. Much better, because Trudy was terrified. Ebony simply smiled, and threw a lamp with a lazy anger forcefully at the heavy, metal door Trudy had just closed.

The lamp shattered into five large chunks.

"Stupid bitch," she muttered to herself.

**

"Bray..." He looked up absently, and smiled.

"Yes, Ebony?" she felt her excitement upon seeing him and wondered why. After all, she didn't even like him, well, she smiled Martin more. Much more.

It wasn't that she didn't like Bray, she did, a lot, but there was something weak and fragile about the sixteen-year-old. He was kind and considerate, but had his own good intentions which Ebony could never understand why he wanted to help everyone, because, after all, no one ever helped him.

"Nothing – I just came to see you..."

He raised an eyebrow, "That's nice of you." she stayed where she was in the doorway, waiting. Bray didn't move from where he sat on his bed with a book in his hand, and looking at her with confusion. Ebony crossed her arms in front of her huffily, moving her weight to the other foot and pouting.

"Is that it?" she asked, unhappily. Bray's brow furrowed with yet more confusion.

"Yes/" Ebony wandered over to him, shedding her leather bomber jacket as she went, because his room was hotter than the rest of the warehouse. Bray didn't look up from the book, he'd read it time and time again, and Ebony couldn't see why. He's read it once, he liked it – but, surely he should have been more interested in her?

She knelt on the bed next to him, looking over his shoulder at the book, now torn and bent, and generally battered but loved. The words meant nothing to her, sounded like a foreign language. She reached over his shoulder and took the book, closing it and letting it drop to the floor with a light thud.

Bray turned to protest, but Ebony placed a finger to his lips carefully.

"If you're more interested in the book, Bray – I'll go." he frowned, indecisively. Honestly, what did she have to do to get his attention away from that darned book?! Ebony chewed her bottom lip then grabbed his shirt in her fist, pulling him forward roughly. "Choose."

Before he could say a word her lips were on his, pressured, urgent. Pulling him closer, and twisting her long fingers demandingly into his hair.

Breathlessly, they parted, staring at each other.

"Well?"

"The book can wait..." he sighed, she smiled triumphantly, and her lips met his again dizzyingly.

**

Trudy stood outside the warehouse, a little angrily. It was cold, and the wind biting, she huddled in her cardigan with her cigarette. This wasn't fun. She didn't even like smoking, but it was calming her nerves for now. What would her mother think now? Her precious little girl smoking and living in a warehouse?