Two weeks passed with his mind in turmoil, constantly going back to the night beside the river. His days were long, and his nights were longer. the feel of her skin, the moonlight dappled across her, her scent- her taste- her fight; they haunted his dreams. Restless nights where he'd wake with his dick throbbing painfully in his pants.
my private channel is 13. Her voice ringing through his head. A siren song he wanted to give in to. give me a call if you want to do this again.
Jacob growled deep in his throat, his hands clenching on the thin mattress. quietly, he rolled to his feet; heading to the other side of the room. sitting on a file cabinet, the green of his radio the only light in the dark. the question was whether or not he dared to call her?
his fingers went to the dial, scrolling through the channels until he paused on twelve. Was Jacob going to betray Joseph again? Bring himself to the harlot that was working against Joseph's-Their, it was their vision?
would he even go through fucking her again, or simply shoot her where she stood?
there was a click as he turned it the final notch to thirteen. an unholy number if he'd ever known one, yet somehow it seemed appropriate.
He clicked on the mic. " Deputy. Sun Tzu once said, Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first, and seek victory. I'll meet you at the spot in.." he paused, glancing at the clock to see the time. Jacob smirked. " three hours." He clicked off the channel, turning the dial back to Joseph's channel 7. Jacob stared for a few moments; the irony of his actions not lost on him.
During his time in the service, Jacob had made himself the friend of a religious corporal in his company. He hadn't been Christian, but something else. Jacob had never asked, amd the corporal had never told. The guy was a wiz at numbers, though. He could figure out the hardest mathematical equations- he was also versed in the meanings of numbers.
13 is symbolized as the betrayer. He had told Jacob one time, pointing at the number. 7 is the exact opposite. It is the symbol of spiritual protection. The corporal had smirked then. However the only way to seal a spirit is by locking them into something with 13 locks/nails/keys whatever. So isnt it the question of what really is the holiest number? The one that contains the spirit, or the one that wishes to give protection from it? wouldnt they go hand in hand? why can't they be the same?
It was an interesting talk to say the least. One that Jacob thought over as he walked the few miles to the river side. it was a conundrum. Something that bothered him to no end. His thoughts continuing in the endless spiral even after he arrived. His body ached for movement, like an involuntary twitch under the skin. To relieve it, Jacob gathered a few sticks and made a small fire. his mind going in circles as he waited. to kill on sight or let her live? to put a bullet in her brain, or let her walk away unharmed?
He wasnt sure how long it was before the crack of a stick brought his gaze to the forest edge. The Deputy stood there, staring at him with those pretty eyes of hers. carefully, like fearing Jacob was going to attack her again, she walked to the side of the fire and moved to sit beside him.
They didn't touch each other, the space between them like a chasm as she sat down. The thoughts of the previous confrontation beckoned to the forefront of his mind. Just as they were beckoned to hers. the vision of him above her, face a tight mask as he dominated her.
" you know, i never expected that from you." Rook's voice was low in the flickering light, gaze interested as she turned to look at him. " I honestly thought you would kill me and report back to Joseph that the thorn in his side was gone."
" The Father still has plans for you." the reply was short- the air still tense. It was true though, she was part of Joseph's Vision whether she wanted to be or not. Her reaction to the words took him by surprise. He would have expected her to laugh, deny it, make a mockery of those words.
" Is that why you didn't kill me? I saw it in your face- in your eyes. You wanted to kill me then, and I'm not too proud to admit that i thought this was a trap so you could try again." her eyes fell shut for a moment, and she took a deep breath before turning to him. " I'm also not too proud to wonder about what happened right after..."
her gaze fell for a moment, then turned back up to meet his. there was obvious worry, and for a moment, he was sure she was about to bolt. Jacob watched her lip get caught and worried between her teeth.
Rook leaned slowly closer, one hand moving to lay on his arm- steadying her as they drew closer. neither eyes closed as her lips barely brushed agains his. it took a few more before one finally lasted longer than a second, and sparked something. her hand slipping up to rest on his shoulders as the residual sparks from the last time began to reignite as his arms finally moved to wrap around her. pulling her into his lap as his eyes fluttered shut, Jacob let himself go for the time being.