A/N: OKAY SO i KNOW THAT i HAVE TOLD sOME OF YOU THAT I WOULDN'T BE STARTING ANYTHING NEW UNTILL i HAVE FINISHED SOME OF MY OTHER STORIES, BUT THIS ONE HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR A MONTH AND IT WONT LEAVE ME ALONE. SO I HAVE TO GET IT OUT SO I MIGHT BE ABLE TO HAVE SOME PEACE. ALSO THIS STARTS OUT KINDA SLOW, BUT IT PICKS UP I PROMISE, I JUST NEEDED TO GET SOME FACTS ABOUT Abriellel, WHO IS HOUMA NATIVE AMERICAN and speaks french (which is written the way that it is pronounced) as well as asl which she will mostly use with Criss, mabey others, but I don't really know yet., OUT THERE. ALSO ANY GREEK THAT IS BEING USED, IS NOT WRITTEN IN GREEK IT IS WRITTEN AS IT IS PRONOUNCED and all translations will be made in the bottom A/N. SO WITH OUT FARTHER ADUE...
OKAY MABEY ONE MORE ADUE
DISCLAIMER: I, IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM, OWN CRISS ANGEL OR ANY ONE INVOLVED WITHOR CLOSE TO HIM. NOR AM I ASSOCIATED WITH OR KNOW ANYONE FROM SWAMP PEOPLE. I AM MAKING NOTHING OFF OF THIS, I'M DOING THIS FOR MY OWN ENJOYMENT.
It was her first night being in Las Vegas and Abrielle Molinere couldn't wait to get out to see some of the sights. She had come to Vegas with her boyfriend, Blake, and a small group of their friends. Which consisted of her two friends Dana Richard and Kara LaComb, and his two friends David Brandon and Derek Drake.
All of them were wanting to go to a casino (that she probably wont be able to get into due to her age of 19), before they headed over to the Luxor to watch some illusionist that Blake and his frieinds idolized over and that her friends drooled over...and probably did more than that if she were being honest.
So here she was trying to sort through her clothing to find something to wear. They had told her that he had a show on t.v., but she never watched it. She never had the time for T.v. mostly due to her hectic practice schedule. Some times she was surprised to find that she had time for a relationship.
Abrielle and Blake have been together for about two years. However, recently it was starting to seem as though he's only interested in getting into her pants. Which is something that is not going to happen. It was something that they have talked about many times over. Unfortunately for Blake, Abrielle wasn't interested in a sexual relationship untill she gets married. Call her old fashioned if you want, but that's just how she was raised. Her parents believe in the same thing. She wants her first time to be with some one that she absolutely knew that she would hopefully be spending the rest of her life with. Not because she thinks herself better than or above every one else. She just didn't want to give away something so precious and special that she would one day want to give to her husband.
It was also why she had insisted on a room with two beds. Why couldn't we all have stayed in the same hotel? Maybe taking this trip with Blake was a bad idea.
Her parents had been warning her for a weeks before the trip to be careful around Blake and to not let herself be alone with him. Advice she was intending to follow, until they had all arrived and the rest of their friends had coupled off and went in search of different hotels. That was when Abrielle had started to get a little nervous and, if she were being honest, quit worried.
Something just doesn't feel right. Yet, she knew that she could be over reacting, it was after all the farthest away from home that she had ever been on her own with out her parents. Yeah that's got to be it, I'm just home sick... I hope. At least that's what she had thought, until she had felt the presence of some one behind her, the hot breathe on the back of her neck and the hand that grabbed her rear and squeezed just before it retreated to pop her on the butt.
Abrielle spun around to see Blake standing there behind her. She put a hand to her chest. "Blake you scared me!" He reached up and brushed her bangs out of her face. "I'm sorry baby. You just looked so hot bent over the bed with your ass sticking out like that. I couldn't help, but to get a closer look."
Abrielle gave him an exhasperated look. "Blake don't be gross." He roughly pulled her up against him. "I'm not being gross, I was just letting you know what kind off effect you have on me."
He started kissing from her cheek along the length of her neck down to her shoulder."Besides we still have a few hours until we need to meet up with the others. I know how we can occupy ourselve to pass the time." Abrielle's eyes shot open. "Blake we've been through this, I'm not having sex with you much less anyone unless-"
Blake spun her around so that her back was to him." I know, I know, unless we get married first. Well what if I don't ever want to get married?" Abrielle was starting to get a little queezy, she wasn't sure where he was going with all of this. "Then I don't really see any point in us being together."
He shoved her hard down onto his bed, face first. "That's the wrong answer. Why are you being such a tease? Huh? You know you want me. So why not just give in?" Panic set in very quickly for her as she felt him press his hips into her backside, thankfully, her instincts kicked in and she started scrambling to the other side of the bed and away from him.
As she darted for the hotel room door, he was right behind her. Instead of just grabbing her arm, Blake shoved her hard towards the door, causing her to slam into the door just before he pressed up against her holding her in place. "Where do you think you're going?"
Fear causing her cajun accent to become really heavy and apparent, she answered. "Away from you." Abrielle started kicking and wiggling as hard as she could, when that didn't work she did the next thing that popped into her head. It was something that she had seen her brother Jay Paul do. She leaned her head as far foward as she could and the threw it back into his face against his nose. "You Bitch!" Which didn't make her head feel any better, or make him loosen his hold at all. He just turned her around quickly and then back handed her across the face, not caring where his hand struck.
Blake picked her up and, quit literily, threw her onto his bed. He climbed on top of her and started unbuckling his jeans. Abrielle started fighting and kicking. "Blake de me lacher! Maintenant!" He slammed his hand down over her mouth."If you don't shut up, I'm going to make sure that you know your place. Which is when you CAN and when you CAN'T speak."
All that she was capable off at this point was nodding. He finished undoing his pants and started on hers. Abrielle closed her eyes tightly and tried to go to a happy place, to transport herself through her mind, so she could be anywhere. Anywhere except here.
After Blake had gotten done, he had simply told her to get dressed and to go to the bathroom and clean up. While he went to the bar in the hotel for a few drinks. Which is exactly what she planned to do.
Looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she entered, Abrielle's hand flew up to her mouth in utter shock. "Mon Dieu!"
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Criss just couldn't seem to get the phone call with his mother out of his mind. She had called while himself and his crew were all headed down to the strip to get some fotage of Criss doing some illusions on the street for the new season.
She was very adamant about him getting remarried. Which was something that he didn't want to do unless he had a damn good reason. He didn't know if he even believed in love anymore. She had apparently had a dream, in which he was married to a young woman and they were very, very happy together.
He had actually tuned her out until she switched over to speaking greek. Which caused his brothers to turn their attention to his phone conversation."Criss, Thelo mono na eisai eftychismenos kai pali. Den tha sas skefteite na xanapantreftei?"
Wow, this must really be bothering her. "I know you do Ma. As for the thinking about it, I'm not to sure. You remember how my last marriage turned out."
Criss heard his mother on her end of the phone. "Den tha sas toulachiston sketfo?" Waving away the looks that J.D. was giving him he answered her. "I'll tell you what Mom, I will think about."
Apparently pleased with his answer, she highed happily. There was silence on her end of the line for about a quarter of a minute. "Are your brothers with you?"
He couldn't stop himself, he rolled his eyes. "You know they are Ma. Why?" She switched back over to using Greek. "Tha to skeftó tin epómeni forá pou tha milísei se mia elkystikí nearí kopéla pou piánei to máti sas?" He could just see her talking into the phone with her eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.
"No promises, but I'll try." He could practically hear the smile in her voice. "That's all that I ask of you. Oh and be safe." With that she hung up. No goodbye, no I love you, she just hung up. Well apparently that conversation is over. "She's right you kow?"
Criss turned his head to look in his oldest brother's direction. "What are you talking about?" JD gave him a droll stare. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."
When the younger man rolled his eyes, he continued." Criss we all want to see you happy. Just because you're all smiles on the outside andin the eye of the public, doesn't mean that you aren't unhappy. It just means that you make it apoint to try not to show it, but those closest to you can still see it. That light that used to be there. That light when you'd smile or laugh. Well that light is gone. It's gone Criss and we would all like to see you get it back somehow. No amount of perfectly good steamrollers running over you, and impaling your self, pulling needles and shit out of your body, or suspending your self from a helicopter is going to do that."
Criss looked out he window as they pulled up to the strip. "Look Bro. All I can tell you is what I told Mom. I'll think about it." With that Criss got out of the car and was quickly followed by the rest of them.
A/N: OKAY SO I HOPE THAT YOU LIKE IT SO FAR. THIS IS MY FIRST CRISS ANGEL FIC, SO BE NICE! AS PROMISED HERE IS THE TRANSLATIONS IN THE ORDER IN WHICH THEY ARE USED.
"Blake de me lacher! Maintenant!" - "Blake get off of me! Now!"
"Mon Dieu!" - "My God!"
"Criss, Thelo mono na eisai eftychismenos kai pali. Den tha sas skefteite na xanapantreftei?" - "Criss, I just want to see you happy again. Wont you think about getting remarried?"
"Den tha sas toulachiston sketfo?" - "Wont you at least think about it?"
"Tha to skeftó tin epómeni forá pou tha milísei se mia elkystikí nearí kopéla pou piánei to máti sas?" - "Will you think about it the next time you talk to a attractive young lady that catches your eye?"
ALL TRANSLATIONS ARE MADE USING GOOGLE TRANSLATE