Hi! Me again! Another chapter to Souless whooo!
Please! be sensitive about this chapter! espically at the beginning! Be MATURE about it plz. Remember, I start to wright this because I was inspired by the book Entity. And the Entity is a TRUE STORY!
A/N: I dont own any chracters!
Night finally covered the sky. Stars were brighter than ever. Carmelita got up from her couch knwoing that she has a date with the most clever thief in the world. Sly Cooper. The vixen didn't want to go on a date with him, but he was too handsome to pass up today. Knowing that she is going on a date with a thief, she has to play her cool. What if he just wants more information about Interpol through me! Carmelita thought as she skimmed through her closet to look for a deep purple, long dress. She eventually found it and slipped it on and went over to her full body mirror in the bathroom. The dress hugged ever curve on her body, her wide but gorgeous hips, her flat stomach, and her buxom frame. She thrrew some poses in the mirror than sighed and went to the sink to put her hair up with bobby pins.
As Carmelita did so she heard the door slam loud behind her. She watched it. I don't remember closing the door, she thought to herself as she felt a cold presence in the room. She wasn't alone.
Just before she could go to the door she was slapped across the cheek. Hard. The sound of it echoed the bathroom. The vixen gasped as she was thrown back against the wall. She couldn't move! Not even a finger! Someone, or something was restricting her! She try to cry out but it was stuck in her throat. Her long dress lifted and gave enterence to the one place she doesn't want anyone to enter. Movement started to form as she tried to attempt to get away from nothing. Carmelita couldn't believe what was happening. First the attack last night, now rape! This...He is penatrating me! She never felt so much pain in her life and yet it didn't stop moving. Faster, and faster.
She heard a low growl and soon everything stopped. The presence is gone. Carmelita was left shivering in fear on what just happened to her. It felt so real...Like a real penis. But it was huge! Carmelita thought as she looked down, she was bleeding. More than the average woman bleeds during or after sex. Trying not the worry about the bleeding, she sighed trying to clear her head. The vixen finally stood up straight to what it seemed like she has been trembling for an hour. Carmelita straightened her long, sliky dress and began to part her hair. It's out of her nature to act like nothing happened, but, since she has no idea who is doing it she let it slide. Again. Miss. Fox began to put heavy duty cover up makeup on her fur where the scars and burises were at. The last thing she wanted is for Sly to ask where did they come from. God knows she can't answer that! Once Carmelita feels beautiful enough to represent herself to Sly she got out the bathroom and found her brown, cropped leather jacket and put it onso it could hide the scars and wounds on her arms from the attack the night before.
"Whoever you are,"Carmelita spoke as she walked slowly to the door, grabbing her pruse on the rack, "Whatever you are. It's our little secret. Ours."
Carmelita got out the cab and gave the man thirty dollars. He was an old man but very kind and concern. She watched as the cab pulled away and drove further and further down the dark streets on Paris. The moon was full, the stars were lit. Such a romantic night that Sly choosen. Carmelita thought as she sat down on the bench that was against a brick wall, If only these attacks weren't happening to me. Trying not the remember any of the two attacks she sighed and relaxed. She felt safe, around people who were walking by her. She knew that whoever the attacker is wouldn't attack her around other people. Right?
Afar from where Carmelita was sitting, Sly got out of the alley wearing his orginial tuxedo that he stole when he had his first dance with Carmelita at Rajan's ball. No one noticed him, he looked extremely diffirent from back than to know. When he was first that Rajan's ball he looked young, like he just got out of highschool or something. Now, he is very handsome, and grown up. His triangular frame filled in and toned. His shoulders seem more board then years ago.
Sly looked around and spot Carmelita across from where he was on Grover Street. He walked all the way down to her smiling handsome. The vixen soon noticed him when she turned her head. He was very handsome and neatly dressed. Just the way she liked guys on a formal date. They head inside the restuarant and Sly ordered a booth outside so that they can see the full moon. It felt weird being on a date with Carmelita. It's probably every guy's dream to even came close to her beauty, or to bed her. But Sly wasn't planning that at all. He, unlike most men in the world, cared about what a woman feels or her likes and dislikes. Sex to him, is another way to show someone that they trust you and love you. Sly didn't care about getting laid, that was the last thing he wanted to do right now.
Sly and Carmelita both were silent, only small talk. They soon ordered their food. Carmelita wanted to try something new, frog legs. Sly on the other hand is a fan of pasta. The thief watched Carmelita a few times as she freqently checks her makeup with a small mirror, and if somethings seems not right to her she puts on more, and more, and more, and more. Like she was hiding something. Whatever is was Sly had an interest in it, but held off the question much later.
Their food came to them and they ate silently for a moment. But Sly broke the silence, he felt like he had too.
"Carmelita how do you like your frog legs?" Sly asked with a smirk on his face.
Carmelita cracked a smile and nodded, "It's pretty good, taste kinda like chicken."
They both chuckled at the vixen's compilment to the food. Sly took a bite of his pasta and looked at the night sky. The cool breeze made cooing noises against the window of the apartment building across the restuarant. People around them outside were very loquacious,(*)talking about their wife, kids, relationships, sex, money, their jobs, and about eveything else. Hearing a tap on the table, Sly looks back at Carmelita, deep into her brown eyes.
"I thought I lost you for a moment," she lightly giggled and went back to playing with her last frog leg with her fork.
Sly smiled and sighed, thinking about his past. How he saw his father being murdered. Than he killed that murderer who dared to kill his father and took his family's most precious book. Then he finally came close to Carmelita, sure he wants to be closer, but their relationship is improving a lot. That was in number one goal. He took care of his past goals, and now he has a new goal. To marry Carmelita Fox.
After dinner, Sly and Carmelita walked down the street, side by side. Talking about random things that happen in their child life and embrassing moments. They both felt comfortable with eachother to talk about those things. Carmelita sighed and sat down on the bench, Sly sat down next to her.
The gorgeous vixen smiled at him, "Thanks, for paying for dinner. I didn't have enough money," she softly spoke little embrassed.
Sly smiled and shook his head, "No, no. It's okay. I understand. Are you going back to work tomorrow?"
The male raccoon watched the fox sighed and nods. "I'm gonna have to soon, otherwise I can't pay my rent," she answered.
Sly thought of what to say next. His words were caught, he didn't want to accidently say the worng thing and get her pissed. He sighed and looked at her and nodded, "Well I can pay for you cab if you want?"
Carmelita smiled and shook her head, 'No no, it's okay. I'll walk-"
"In those heels?" Sly barked in laughter, so did she.
"No! Silly. My apartment is just two blocks down. I'll servive, and so will my feet," the vixen said saw she got up from the bench and began to walk. She wasn't surprised by the fact Sly was right behind her. In fact, Carmelita liked the idea of him being protective of her. She heard him murmur something to himself and giggled.
"Whadda say, Slick?" she asked, raised her voice just enough for him to hear her from behind.
Sly laughed at the fact she called him Slick, she never uses that nickname. Ever! "I said that I'm coming with you. I know how preverted these men are out here. Plus, why didn't you walk to the restuarant in the first place?"
Carmelita stopped walking and turned around giving him a sly smile. "Well like you said, there are preverted men out here waiting for an attractive woman like me walk out by her lonesome self. But since I'm with a strong, handsome man to protect I have no fear," she giggled.
Sly smiled, she picks up stuff easily.
Once in front of Carmelita's apartment. Both Sly and Carmelita took a long look at eachother. Both never wanted to leave eachother. Carmelita sighed and looked down at the space between them, so close. She finally looked up at his handsome face and licked her lips.
"Well I guess I have to go then, Sly." The words. They came so softly out of her mouth.
Sly nods, not wanting to go but he steps back little, "Okay. Well I'll see you later then. Be safe Carmelita Montoya Fox."
Carmelita watched him walk away, her full name said in a whisper. Suddenly, she feels different with him. She has no idea how or why, but she does. She slowly marched up the steps to her front door and opened it with a key. Hell! I'm home!
