Chapter Two
Shining brightly, panes of windows cracked. Streaming, hitting each particle of dust. Entrancing. A new dance with each breath of air. Falling, Falling...
"Travis!"
"Damn it," muttered the young boy.
"DuPont!"
"What," saying the word more like a statement.
"Travis Orion!"
"What!" came the yell, more out of frustration.
"Do not speak like that! It's rude," a mocking tone was evident in the voice.
Travis sighed and looked up to the ceiling. An old ceiling. Cracks formed on its surface. Bits and pieces flaked off now and then. People would call it an abandoned or "haunted" house. He and one other knew about this place.
"Where are you?"
In a bored tone, he answered. "In here, next to the living room." Travis could hear shuffling here and there as the person moved some objects around. After a minute, a head popped through the door. "There you are," she stated happily.
Travis was lying on the floor and it took only a couple of seconds before the other was lying next to him. "You're not afraid to get dirty?" she asked.
Travis rolled his eyes. "Don't be naive, Droiress."
"I'm just asking a question."
"An ignorant one."
"It is not!"
"Yes, it is. You know it is." Travis turned his head to the left so he could face her. She was about a foot away, if less.
"What?"
"Nothing," he grinned.
"Travis, I'm not going to play your damned mind games. Spit it out!"
The seventeen year old DuPont merely smiled and turned his head around to face the ceiling again. "You're so annoying," said Ellen Droiress, then sixteen years old.
"Kiss me."
Hearing this, Ellen raised her body into a sitting position and stared down at Travis. His eyes were closed and his arms were behind his head, supporting it from touching the ground. "What?"
In a soft, yet somewhat metallic tone, he whispered, "I'm not going to repeat myself, Ellen."
She thought Travis was being childish, but he seemed dead serious. Ellen took in a quick breath and let it out slowly. I can do this, I've known him for a long time. Besides he's very cute. No, handsome. I like him, alright. I can do it. Looking at his face, her pulse quickened. I can do it
Travis must've had great patience, because time probably past five minutes. He still looked calm, unchanged, serene. Ellen shook her head, closed her eyes, and leaned down. When she was close enough to feel his heat, she opened her eyes, only to have deep blue-green was staring back at her. Ellen reared back slightly, but Travis was faster. In less than five seconds, when Ellen was on top, Travis used his strength to hoist Ellen up and gently turn her on her back. This rollover ended with Travis on top, grinning triumphantly. "Did you honestly thinking I would let you be upon me?" Ellen was too shocked to answer; instead she nodded. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," said he, "we'll just have to see now won't we?"
"Mmhmm," was all she could manage. It felt different being suppressed by Travis's weight. Ellen never knew he felt so warm and...solid. Her mind was neither functioning nor dead. It was as if her brain just decided to shift into neutral. Shift into neutral and let his actions decide the next direction of course.
A/N: Chapter two. Going into the memories. ooo.. Well, I guess I shove a disclaimer on here...I do not own the character Vice-Counsel DuPont. :)
