entitled; How I Met You
summary; "Ow." He mocks me, "You sure do know how to hurt a guy." He laughs and I smirk, even though he can't see it. "You aren't a guy," I sass and I swear I can literally hear his eyebrows rise, "you're a haint."
rating; PG
disclaimer; I figured that until we got something on how they came to be Defiance's "power couple" or whatever, why not theorize ourselves? Probably will turn into a mulit- chapter one shots about all the way they could have met.
#1 You're a Haint.
We all stand in a big crowd outside the Mayor's hall. My dad stands across the way from me with my older brother Luke. Quinton was probably off trying to charm some girl or learn something new with the mines. Up on the stand is the mayor and Datak Tarr and his wife. His son is nowhere to be seen which is kind of strange; he's always with them on acceptance days, just like I am always with my dad when he is accepting some award or something- I don't know why I care. He's a freak- an alien. Not to be trusted and not to talk to- well, according to Luke anyway. I have never been in ones company so I could not tell if they were good or not.
I slip my hands into each other and hold them in front of me, sighing out of boredom and I let my head roll to the side, hopefully this would be over soon. "Don't tell me you are bored already." I hear in my ear, the words had an infliction on them- an accent different from mine. I don't let my curiosity get to me so I don't turn around; even though my body tenses up and I stand straighter then I was a few moments ago.
"My dad says I shouldn't talk to you." I tell the boy with the white skin who stands behind me, to the side in same crowd gathered around the mayor stand in Defiance, Ohio. He had to be a Castithan, with that accent, no doubt.
He snorts and I have to will my body to not turn and glare at him. "Do you always do what daddy says?" He whispers back in response, teasing me. I roll my eyes, what is he? Four? I feel his breath on my neck, spearmint and something else, something weird. Foreign. Alien.
"I do what I'm told, Castithan." I speak back and step forward, away from him. I feel him move with me, step in sync to me.
"Ow." He mocks me, "You sure do know how to hurt a guy." He laughs and I smirk, even though he can't see it.
"You aren't a guy," I sass and I swear and can literally hear his eyebrows rise, "you're a haint." I use Luke's word and fold my arms across my chest in defiance- which is a bit ironic considering. His voice takes on an edge when he speaks to me again. "Turn around and say that, human." I take a glance at my family and their attention is fully devoted to what the mayor is saying.
I take a breath, deep and long and then I spin on my heel- a bit too fast as I take the turn full, his hands come up to catch me, gripping my shoulders with tenderness. I take my time as I raise my eyes fully to meet his. "Not such a haint now, am I, Christie McCawley?" He asks me, his voice deep with young age- maybe that's normal with this race though. I look at him again and again; I raise my hand, my brow furrowed in curiousness, when I realize my hand is raised though I quickly let it fall back to my side. I look down, positive that a blush has spread over my cheeks but my brothers' words echo in my head and I quickly look straight back at the alien in front of me.
II am fully prepared to smart off to him and tell him to kick rocks, but something stops me. He isn't like the rest, his eyes are curious and inviting. I raise my hand again and let it drift over his hair, feeling it; the dark blue a stark contrast to the bright white that it lays upon. I let my hand weave through it, surprise he didn't pull away. It's soft and fine- like silk that I once heard about from Dad. "No, not a haint. That's what my brother calls your race. Haints because you aren't from here; not one of us." I mumble, focusing on my hand in his hair, not on what was coming out of my lips. I see him smile out of the corner of my eye and I pull my hand back, letting it drift to my side, my trance broken with that one movement.
"I'm Alak Tarr." He says and cock my head to the left. Why was he talking to me? "My dad hates your dad." I reply in return. He laughs. I like his laugh. I shouldn't be talking to him- what if Dad or Luke see? He- Alak is talking again; I refocus on him.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean we have to hate each other, does it?" I know what he's doing; he's coy and charming but he could just as well be a snake in the grass. On the other hand, my heart is skipping a beat and I let my lips curl upward in response, but my guard stays rigid. "Wanna get out of here?" He knocks his head over toward the club district.
"I'm 14." I say in response and turn back around to the ceremony. I feel him, his presence behind me unwavering.
"and I'm 16." He comes closer, and shockingly, I want him too. "Come with me." I feel his hand slip into my own and I let him grasp it. I look toward my family and I feel a thud against my chest- I let Alak Tarr of Datak and Stahma Tarr, enemy of Rafe McCawley, pull me away.
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