[The following dialogue is from The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina: Part 2, Ep. 2. I claim that the dialogue is only an excerpt from the writers, and by no means are creatively mine. I use them solely as inspiration for a storyline]
"Lillith, why do you lie so far away from me. Come closer."
"I will not lie beneath you, but only by your side."
"Is that what you said to your husband, Adam? Aren't you cold, woman?"
"Yes. I've been cold since the garden."
"Come closer, then...and I'll keep you warm."
…
"You're shivering...what are you so a'freightened of?
As Nicholas' right arm extends out to Sabrina's shoulder, Flashes of her being with Harvey zoom through her mind."You should really be doing this with Dorkus."
Nick looks down and lets out a quick snigger. "Sabrina."
"Sorry Nick, but I should go."
This dialogue kept running through Nicholas' mind. He really liked Sabrina, even though warlock he is, sometimes did not understand all of her half-mortal ways. Why must she be so aloof and unavailing to my gestures and words, he thought to himself. But still, he knew that he had a task at hand, something that he could not fully know what exactly at times, but...something was affecting his interaction with her.
Before Sabrina got away from Nick, he grabbed hold of her arm, looking so passionately in her sparkly, hopeful eyes.
"Sabrina, do you not like me? Am I not as good as that mortal friend of yours?" said he, almost automatically.
"You mean, Harvey?" She stepped back, almost suspicious. Could Nick read her thoughts, now?
"Yes. Please, Sabrina, I really like you...more than a friend." Nick confessed. His look still seemed a bit curious, his face white, his eyes large and dark-much darker than normal.
Sabrina's heart thumped, and she seemed slightly terrified.
"Look, Nick...Nicholas...it's-there is a lot going on right now, with this play and the Lupercalia happening soon and all." Sabrina did not actually know what Lupercalia was at the moment, for she had only seen posters advertising the event around the Academy of Unseen Arts premises.
"Lupercalia?" Nick rephrased, and continued on to Sabrina's relief. "That is actually what I wanted to talk to you about." He reached down in his pockets and pulled out what seemed to be a card decorated with hearts. He handed it to Sabrina, while he caressed the tops of her hands.
"Aw, a Valentine's?" Sabrina responded, but almost instantly upset with herself for letting that word slip.
Before Nick could think of a response, he got up from the pew, quickly wrapped his arms around Sabrina and gave her a sensual kiss on her delicate, cherry-like lips.
Sabrina did not find herself slipping away. She allowed the sensations to take over her, even if briefly. She knew that if she did not make a move to stop this interruption, that she might regret the events to follow in continuation.
"Nick, I don't really feel comfortable doing this with you here. I mean, Dorkus is right over there looking at her lines. I'm sure she caught a glimpse of us." Sabrina decided to sit down again and study Nicholas' face, flushed with a rosy hue.
"Sabrina, I love you. I need to tell you something before-"
But suddenly, Nick's words stopped and he seemed to freeze on the spot! Sabrina instantly noticed, and also looked around to see if anything else was in motion. No.
Pop!Out of thin air, Sabrina's Auntie Hilda came into view, yellow-faced and poorly made-over as usual, but always so sweet.
"Sabrina," she whispered. "Luckily I have been watching this fellow warlock of yours-handsome devil." She began.
But Sabrina grew more troubled. "Aunt Hilda, aren't you not allowed here? Didn't Father Blackwood and the Council expel you from the premises?" She touched her cheeks with both hands, noticing how cold they felt, even after such an intimate bind with Nick.
"Yes, well, you know about astro-projectin' and all. Listen, don't say I didn't warn you, but I think there might be something going on with your friend Roz. You see, Harvey came over-"
"He did?" Sabrina almost startled at the sound of his name.
"Well, yes. He came over, but he said that he wanted to talk to you about some school dance at Baxter High."
Aunt Hilda had a way of belaboring a point, let alone not being direct with her words. But Sabrina appreciated the time and care that she would put into making sure Sabrina was always safe and happy.
Just then, one of those chirping, fidgety warning finches came down on Sabrina's shoulder, indicative of Hilda's lack of time projecting.
"Aunt Hilda, this is what you came to tell me?"
"No, Sabrina. This Nick kid," she indicated with her eyes, "is not trustworthy in his affections for you. For the moment, try and break apart from him whenever you find an excuse."
And that was all Aunt Hilda would be able to say, for her image evaporated, and everything settled back into real time-Nick knowing what happened.
But before Nick could speak to reveal the fact of what took place, Sabrina chimed in, per usual.
"Nick, I really have got to go work on memorizing some more of Lillith's lines...I am the understudy after all, and I just don't feel like I would be ready to step in out of nowhere, you know. I'll see you later." Sabrina allowed herself to leap out of the scene that she thought seemed to linger a little too much.
She did really find Nick intriguing, strikingly dark, mysterious, and handsome if any other word would do him justice. But maybe he seemed a bit too dark and mysterious for her to get over at the present. What had come over him, she thought. He seemed to be overtaken by some unearthly energy she kept thinking.
Wait...no-it couldn't be.Was Nick really possessed by someone, or something? It seemed rational enough for Sabrina, being half-witch and all. It was a coincidence, after all, that the play about the Dark Lord was happening, and that she would be understudy. And why would Hilda, dear Auntie Hilda, waste such a visit (Sabrina knew that "waste" would be a good word for it, because Aunt Hilda would rather entertain her time with something before her) to only warn her?
Sabrina thought that maybe she should talk to Harvey, to see what he wanted to talk to Sabrina about. That was the only thing that seemed to make any sense right now, and it would be the only thing with which Sabrina had the mind to resolve. She knew she could not think about practical things at the time. There was so much captivating her energies, that she just could not bring herself back to "reality"-which was a word that had no meaning for her anymore. What was real? What was an illusion? What was altogether just not even there, and maybe she was so delusional and crazy that her mind had gotten the best of her.
No. I am a witch. This is normal.
Yes, she would have to redefine what normal would be to her, so that she could face things head-on, instead of allowing other people to overextend their energies to help her, which is how she felt about Aunt Hilda's visit after thinking about it. Nick's attitude and demeanor was not like him, yes, but she also knew that he was getting into character for the play. A play about...she didn't want to say. As much as she loved her powers and new intrigue, she hated admitting sometimes that her life was sort of demonic, just by default, and she could not really change that, much as she wanted. What was, is.She would play it out as something already written. She was what she would read about in those current on-trend books about Vampires, Witches, and the occult altogether. She was just a character, just like Nicholas, that had to carry out her role. And that was what helped her get through the rest of that day, and also grant her some sort of hope in fulfilling what at the moment seemed uncertain.
I am a witch, a half-witch. But I am also half-mortal. Deal with it. Make it your own. Determine what suits you, and what is just a distraction-an unnecessity. I like Nick, but I also have feelings for Harvey...and if what Aunt Hilda says is true, then I should heed to her counsel and act accordingly. Period.
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(The story will now turn to Nicholas's perspective on the scenes just played out.)
"You're shivering...what are you so a'freightened of?" said I, seductively.
Those eyes of hers are so piercing, so sexy, and those lips are so fragile-looking and eager for attention. Yet, she seems taken aback in the most uncomfortable way. Why can't she see that we'd be perfect together? Am I not handsome enough for her? No, that can't be. I want her to see me as I want her to see me. I am damn sexy, so that can't be it. She seems reserved and distant, even after all my attempts to make her feel easy; Open.
I keep my arm extended out to her to show commitment to not only this dialogue, but to my affections for her, also. Can't she feel it? What I feel? What a curse-ed life she must live to not want affection from such a fine specimen. I am not vain or narcissist, just speaking of my own physical truths. I am honest. I am diligent. Does Sabrina not admire these qualities of a man? For a man? For a warlock as myself? I must convince her otherwise. Here. Now. Time must not slip away from me, from this moment, from us in this intensely romantic moment. I am a romantic, and for that I want her to see. Perhaps that is what she desires: a mysterious, romantic, spellbinding warlock. What better words are there? Maybe a bit sinister? Perhaps. But as I am a warlock, and by the Book of the Beast, I am encouraged, obliged by the Dark Lord to follow thru my impulsive nature; 'Let the ways of the Dark Lord urge you to find exultation and delight in one's misdoings. Let not what others around you influence the fulfillment of those desires.'
Alas, I retire. She looks tired and tried. She thinks of something, of someone of whom I know. A mortal beast. How could she even fathom the idea?"You should really be doing this with Dorkus."
I look down and sort of chuckle-no, snigger is the best way to describe it.
"Sabrina."
"Sorry Nick, but I should go."
She looks ill. Is there something behind me?
Before she gets away, let me act on said impulse. I instinctively grab hold of her feminine arm, and yes, I gaze-no, I speak of my passions thru my eyes to hers.
"Sabrina, do you not like me?" I say, almost mesmerized. "Am I not as good as that mortal friend of yours?" I let these words flow freely and in perfect time. Should I have not mentioned him? It does not matter…
"You mean, Harvey?" she answers. So young and innocent-looking, with that bleachy, doll-like hair. Why must she tempt me so. Though, the sound of his name irks me. That mortal. Am I not more than mortal for her? I caress that same hair of which I detail, and continue my dark, boyish charm. I command her attention.
"Yes. Please, Sabrina, I really like you...more than a friend."
It is here I confess the inner-workings of my desires. She intrigues me. I feel pale, my eyes must be large for her to see me better with. Am I not anymore luxurious? She cannot evade this hellishness.
I see her half-mortal heart working very hard. Pitter-patter...thump...ba-dump...bah. She looks at me as if she hath seen the Dark Lord himself. Terrified.
"Look, Nick...Nicholas...it's-there is a lot going on right now, with this play and the Lupercalia happening soon and all."
Ah, she speaks of Lupercalia. A change of topic, but one that follows my innermost requests.
"Lupercalia?" I interject, with a much lighter tone of which relief strikes that cute face. "That is actually what I wanted to talk to you about."
I search the pockets of my favorite Dockers dress pants, and relinquish my will on construction paper. Let me feel those soft, supple hands as I extend this favor.
"Aw, a Valentine's?" were her words. Mortals are so funny that way. Instead of a simple, but necessary thank-you, they express themselves with morsels of evadable questions. But still, she seems the most sincere, here and now. Here and now. I must.
Let me enwrap those strawberry, pencil-like lips with my delicious, sumptuous ones. I take what is thou in front of me, and I savor every mortal second, as they speak.
She does not disavow to my trespasses. I must continue my dark thoughts, my lusty appraisal.
"Nick, I don't really feel comfortable doing this with you here. I mean, Dorkus is right over there looking at her lines. I'm sure she caught a glimpse of us."
She withdraws from me. Oh how I wish Dorkus would break her leg, as they say, so that my faithful Sabrina could be my leading Lillith.
"Sabrina, I love you. I need to tell you something before-"
I am frozen, and am quite attentive to the fact. I know a spell when I feel one. I cannot move, but I do still see, unblinkingly, the scenes that materialize before me:
Pop!
"Sabrina...luckily I have been watching this fellow warlock of yours-handsome devil.""Aunt Hilda, aren't you not allowed here? Didn't Father Blackwood and the Council expel you from the premises?""Yes, well, you know about astro-projectin' and all. Listen, don't say I didn't warn you, but I think there might be something going on with your friend Roz. You see, Harvey came over-""He did?"
"Well, yes. He came over, but he said that he wanted to talk to you about some school dance at Baxter High." ...
As I gain consciousness to movement, I must explain-but she is quick! That half-mortal.
"Nick, I really have got to go work on memorizing some more of Lillith's lines...I am the understudy after all, and I just don't feel like I would be ready to step in out of nowhere, you know. I'll see you later."
And just like that, my lustful love, you destroy my senses. She leaves me here, with me to overanalyze her thoughts. Why must mortals do as such? What a senseless, useless endeavor.