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1 Bloodlight Ch2: A New Shadow
I rested in the same spot on the grass. At 8 o'clock Quatre entered the park. I smiled when he sat on the park bench. He wouldn't look at me. I knew he was trying to hide his bruise. I approached the bench and sat beside him. I touched his face. The bruise was just underneath his left eye. "What happened Quatre.?" He didn't answer me right away. "You can tell me."
"I fell last night." He smiled nervously.
I looked him in the eyes. "You're a terrible liar Quatre. Tell me the truth."
He sighed. "It's my father. He hurts me. I was late home last night and this was my punishment."
I ran my hand through Quatre's hair. "Let me help you. Come and stay with me. I'll keep you safe."
"But.."
I stopped him. "No but's we'll go get your things now. Does your dad work?"
"Yes. He gets home at nine."
I looked at my watch 8 o' clock. "We have an hour to gather you belongings and leave. That is plenty of time." I leaned over and planted a light kiss on Quatre's cheek. "Don't worry. We'll be fine."
The plan went smoothly. We were long gone with twenty minutes to spare. Quatre carried a suitcase as I led him to my apartment. His face lit up as I showed him around.
"Your apartment's nice. Are you sure I'm not imposing?"
"Quatre." I sighed and showed him into his room. "I live by myself in a two bedroom apartment you're not imposing." I chuckled. "Just get comfortable. My home is now our home." I walked to the kitchen pretty sure Quatre was hungry.
* * *
I looked up as a delicious scent lured me from unpacking. Relena stood at the stove simmering some chicken and vegetables. I breathed deeply taking in the smells. I thought about my current situation. I had just run away from home and moved in with a girl who I've known for only a day. But that thought didn't disturb me like it should have. I was calm and continue as I watched Relena cook. She turned to find me staring.
"Hungry?"
My stomach answered for me growling as if in complaint. She smiled. "Thought so. Go ahead and sit down." She pointed to the table.
Thoughts flittered through my head as I ate. How does a girl my age afford an apartment this size? Why was Relena living alone? Why do I trust her so? I shook my head. None of that matters now.
As I was finishing Relena yawned. "I'm tired. I'm going to go sleep. Just put your dishes in the sink. I'll wash them tomorrow. If you need anything my room is beside yours. Don't hesitate to ask."
I smiled as she kissed me on the cheek. I walked to my room and finished unpacking before crawling into bed. My eyes remained open for a large amount of time before I glanced at the clock. Midnight. I groaned. Was I ever going to fall asleep? My mind jumped to attention when I noticed a creaking noise.
I peeked through the crack in my doorway to see Relena creeping past my door. I watched as she exited the apartment.
* * *
I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that I didn't wake Quatre. My heart pounded. It's kind of funny. I haven't felt fear since my first transformation and that was over one hundred years ago. I laughed. Yes but I fear for Quatre's sanity. I feared his reaction if he ever found me out. He would feel horror, disgust. What really made my heart waver was the thought of his leaving.
My stomach growled as I entered my favorite bar. This bar produced the most interesting characters. They made easy prey. I seated myself at the bar. "Bloody Mary." The bartender didn't even give me a second glance as he set my drink down.
As I sipped my drink I glanced around the room I was just in time to witness the last customer leave. I sighed. It must not be my night. I turned to watch the ice cubes melt in my glass. I slugged down the rest and left. I didn't have time to wait.
* * *
A lone green eye followed Relena as she left the building. The bartender set down the glass he was cleaning and reached for a book and pen.
Entry: January 6th, 2002. She arrived at 12:10 A.M. drank with no incident until leaving at 12:20 A.M.
The bartender quickly yanked on his coat. He stuffed the writing supplies in his pocket and departed.
By now the man knew her routine well. If she couldn't lure someone from the bar into the alley she would head for the park. He always stayed at a safe distance behind as to not accidentally become on of her victims.
I watched as she seduced a lone man in the park. She persuaded him to follow her into the trees. I didn't dare get closer. Besides I knew what she was going to do.
Never interfere that was our one rule as a chronicler. Follow and write but never interfere. I don't understand how my ancestors did this. It is such dangerous work following a werewolf. My own father died when I was thirteen. He got too close and paid the price. But I do not despise the wolves because of it. It was my father's own judgment that brought about his misfortune. Yes very dangerous work but so alluring, so exhilarating.
I followed Relena all the way to her apartment. It was strange. She didn't seem as violent lately. I wonder what could've happened to calm her so much. I shrugged my shoulders. Didn't look like I was going to find out tonight.
Relena seems to be losing some of her more violent tendencies. The reasons for this change are so far unknown. End entry.
The chronicler closed his journal and headed for bed. Just as he was falling asleep the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Are you coming to the meeting Barton?"
"Yeah."
"Day after tomorrow. Don't forget."
"I won't."
Trowa grumbled to himself as he rolled over to continue sleeping.
* * *
I closed he door and crept into the bathroom. Luckily Quatre didn't seem to hear. I stood in front of the mirror. My clothes were splattered with blood. What would Quatre have done if I'd been caught. I quickly shed the offensive garments in change for a flannel nightgown. I slid into bed sleepy from my meal.
The next morning I awoke to the smell of eggs. I stumbled into the kitchen confused. Quatre stood at the table holding two plates. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and juice. I smiled. It was so nice of him even though I was nowhere near hungry. I sat down.
"You didn't have to do this Quatre."
"Yes I know but you've been so kind to me I have repay you somehow."
I shook my head and stuffed some egg in my mouth. The food was excellent. "Now you know that isn't true. I'm just glad." I would've finished my sentence if there hadn't been a knock at the door.
* * *
Relena mumbled something about to being to early for visitors and stood. I glanced aver at the clock. It was noon. I turned to see Relena reaching for the doorknob. I chuckled. She was brave to answer the door in her nightgown. She reentered the kitchen holding a stack of mail.
"Junk, junk, junk, bill, bill, rent… wait. What? I already paid rent. I swear he's asking for it. I paid him last week face to face. Quatre I have to take care of this. You don't mind a running across town with me do you."
* *
Later that evening
* *
I waited by the apartment door as Relena searched for her key. I chuckled as she grumbled something about her super being a chikan. She finally found the key and we entered the darkened living room. It was quite late when we arrived.
"Stupid light switch has to be all the way…"
Just as I shut the door Relena stopped.
"What's wrong? I was concerned no one usually just stops talking like that.
"Stay where you are Quatre." I could see Relena's body stiffen. "How did you get in here?"
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I saw what had caused Relena to stop. My father sat in a chair a bottle of whisky in his hand. My heart jumped into my throat. I didn't think I would ever see him again. I was sure we were free.
He stood up anger gleaming in his eyes. I gulped you never knew what he could do when he was like this. He staggered over to Relena. She didn't back down.
"So this is the slut that talked you into leaving huh Quatre." He grabbed a lock of her hair. "Tramp!" He spit at Relena. She didn't' even blink.
I walked up to stand beside her. "Relena." I whispered. "It isn't safe." I gently pushed her aside. She must not have expected this because she gasped slightly. I was about to say more when a searing pain erupted on my head and face I laid on the floor in a daze. Blood was running freely down the left side of my face. Relena shouted something but I was too dizzy to take notice.
* * *
"Bastard!" I screamed as Quatre fell to the floor. I mentally cursed myself. I let my guard down and Quatre was hurt because of it. That man broke the whiskey bottle on Quatre's head. My temper exploded.
I grabbed Quatre's father by the shirt lifting him from the floor. My rage blinded me to everything except him. I shook him a savage grin crawling across my face. I could sense his fear. He deserved to be afraid. "Why can't you just leave him alone?"
He mumbled something and I shook him again harder this time. "What?!"
Suddenly his hand flew up. "Devil child!" He and shoved what was left of the bottle into my shoulder. I roared and sent him flying across the room. I watched as he got up and scrambled to the door, faster than any drunk I'd ever seen. Normally I would find this quite comical but not tonight. I roared again and approached him as he fumbled with the door. I just watched as he tore down the hall.
I shut the door and turned to Quatre who sat on the floor in a daze. I removed the glass shard from my shoulder and kneeled beside Quatre. I knew I would be all right.
"Quatre. Quatre." I took off my over shirt and held it to his temple. Luckily his cuts weren't too deep and the bleeding slowed and eventually stopped. Quatre started babbling something about his father. He tried to stand up.
"Shh. Don't worry Quatre. He's gone now. It'll be ok." I picked him up and laid him on the couch. "Don't get up. Just hold this to your head and rest."
I stood and walked to the bathroom and grabbed the bandages and the antiseptics. I worked my way back to Quatre. I began to wash his cuts. "This is going to sting."
His eyes remained closed. He barely winced as I cleaned and bandaged his head. I had thought he passed out until he spoke.
"I'm sorry Relena. This shouldn't have happened. I feel horrible."
I smiled at him. "Hush. It wasn't your fault." I brushed the hair from his eyes. "Everything will be all right. As long as you're fine."
I gathered up the supplies and headed back to the bathroom. I grabbed a change of clothing and stood in front of the mirror once more.
1 Bloodlight Ch2: A New Shadow
I rested in the same spot on the grass. At 8 o'clock Quatre entered the park. I smiled when he sat on the park bench. He wouldn't look at me. I knew he was trying to hide his bruise. I approached the bench and sat beside him. I touched his face. The bruise was just underneath his left eye. "What happened Quatre.?" He didn't answer me right away. "You can tell me."
"I fell last night." He smiled nervously.
I looked him in the eyes. "You're a terrible liar Quatre. Tell me the truth."
He sighed. "It's my father. He hurts me. I was late home last night and this was my punishment."
I ran my hand through Quatre's hair. "Let me help you. Come and stay with me. I'll keep you safe."
"But.."
I stopped him. "No but's we'll go get your things now. Does your dad work?"
"Yes. He gets home at nine."
I looked at my watch 8 o' clock. "We have an hour to gather you belongings and leave. That is plenty of time." I leaned over and planted a light kiss on Quatre's cheek. "Don't worry. We'll be fine."
The plan went smoothly. We were long gone with twenty minutes to spare. Quatre carried a suitcase as I led him to my apartment. His face lit up as I showed him around.
"Your apartment's nice. Are you sure I'm not imposing?"
"Quatre." I sighed and showed him into his room. "I live by myself in a two bedroom apartment you're not imposing." I chuckled. "Just get comfortable. My home is now our home." I walked to the kitchen pretty sure Quatre was hungry.
* * *
I looked up as a delicious scent lured me from unpacking. Relena stood at the stove simmering some chicken and vegetables. I breathed deeply taking in the smells. I thought about my current situation. I had just run away from home and moved in with a girl who I've known for only a day. But that thought didn't disturb me like it should have. I was calm and continue as I watched Relena cook. She turned to find me staring.
"Hungry?"
My stomach answered for me growling as if in complaint. She smiled. "Thought so. Go ahead and sit down." She pointed to the table.
Thoughts flittered through my head as I ate. How does a girl my age afford an apartment this size? Why was Relena living alone? Why do I trust her so? I shook my head. None of that matters now.
As I was finishing Relena yawned. "I'm tired. I'm going to go sleep. Just put your dishes in the sink. I'll wash them tomorrow. If you need anything my room is beside yours. Don't hesitate to ask."
I smiled as she kissed me on the cheek. I walked to my room and finished unpacking before crawling into bed. My eyes remained open for a large amount of time before I glanced at the clock. Midnight. I groaned. Was I ever going to fall asleep? My mind jumped to attention when I noticed a creaking noise.
I peeked through the crack in my doorway to see Relena creeping past my door. I watched as she exited the apartment.
* * *
I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that I didn't wake Quatre. My heart pounded. It's kind of funny. I haven't felt fear since my first transformation and that was over one hundred years ago. I laughed. Yes but I fear for Quatre's sanity. I feared his reaction if he ever found me out. He would feel horror, disgust. What really made my heart waver was the thought of his leaving.
My stomach growled as I entered my favorite bar. This bar produced the most interesting characters. They made easy prey. I seated myself at the bar. "Bloody Mary." The bartender didn't even give me a second glance as he set my drink down.
As I sipped my drink I glanced around the room I was just in time to witness the last customer leave. I sighed. It must not be my night. I turned to watch the ice cubes melt in my glass. I slugged down the rest and left. I didn't have time to wait.
* * *
A lone green eye followed Relena as she left the building. The bartender set down the glass he was cleaning and reached for a book and pen.
Entry: January 6th, 2002. She arrived at 12:10 A.M. drank with no incident until leaving at 12:20 A.M.
The bartender quickly yanked on his coat. He stuffed the writing supplies in his pocket and departed.
By now the man knew her routine well. If she couldn't lure someone from the bar into the alley she would head for the park. He always stayed at a safe distance behind as to not accidentally become on of her victims.
I watched as she seduced a lone man in the park. She persuaded him to follow her into the trees. I didn't dare get closer. Besides I knew what she was going to do.
Never interfere that was our one rule as a chronicler. Follow and write but never interfere. I don't understand how my ancestors did this. It is such dangerous work following a werewolf. My own father died when I was thirteen. He got too close and paid the price. But I do not despise the wolves because of it. It was my father's own judgment that brought about his misfortune. Yes very dangerous work but so alluring, so exhilarating.
I followed Relena all the way to her apartment. It was strange. She didn't seem as violent lately. I wonder what could've happened to calm her so much. I shrugged my shoulders. Didn't look like I was going to find out tonight.
Relena seems to be losing some of her more violent tendencies. The reasons for this change are so far unknown. End entry.
The chronicler closed his journal and headed for bed. Just as he was falling asleep the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Are you coming to the meeting Barton?"
"Yeah."
"Day after tomorrow. Don't forget."
"I won't."
Trowa grumbled to himself as he rolled over to continue sleeping.
* * *
I closed he door and crept into the bathroom. Luckily Quatre didn't seem to hear. I stood in front of the mirror. My clothes were splattered with blood. What would Quatre have done if I'd been caught. I quickly shed the offensive garments in change for a flannel nightgown. I slid into bed sleepy from my meal.
The next morning I awoke to the smell of eggs. I stumbled into the kitchen confused. Quatre stood at the table holding two plates. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and juice. I smiled. It was so nice of him even though I was nowhere near hungry. I sat down.
"You didn't have to do this Quatre."
"Yes I know but you've been so kind to me I have repay you somehow."
I shook my head and stuffed some egg in my mouth. The food was excellent. "Now you know that isn't true. I'm just glad." I would've finished my sentence if there hadn't been a knock at the door.
* * *
Relena mumbled something about to being to early for visitors and stood. I glanced aver at the clock. It was noon. I turned to see Relena reaching for the doorknob. I chuckled. She was brave to answer the door in her nightgown. She reentered the kitchen holding a stack of mail.
"Junk, junk, junk, bill, bill, rent… wait. What? I already paid rent. I swear he's asking for it. I paid him last week face to face. Quatre I have to take care of this. You don't mind a running across town with me do you."
* *
Later that evening
* *
I waited by the apartment door as Relena searched for her key. I chuckled as she grumbled something about her super being a chikan. She finally found the key and we entered the darkened living room. It was quite late when we arrived.
"Stupid light switch has to be all the way…"
Just as I shut the door Relena stopped.
"What's wrong? I was concerned no one usually just stops talking like that.
"Stay where you are Quatre." I could see Relena's body stiffen. "How did you get in here?"
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I saw what had caused Relena to stop. My father sat in a chair a bottle of whisky in his hand. My heart jumped into my throat. I didn't think I would ever see him again. I was sure we were free.
He stood up anger gleaming in his eyes. I gulped you never knew what he could do when he was like this. He staggered over to Relena. She didn't back down.
"So this is the slut that talked you into leaving huh Quatre." He grabbed a lock of her hair. "Tramp!" He spit at Relena. She didn't' even blink.
I walked up to stand beside her. "Relena." I whispered. "It isn't safe." I gently pushed her aside. She must not have expected this because she gasped slightly. I was about to say more when a searing pain erupted on my head and face I laid on the floor in a daze. Blood was running freely down the left side of my face. Relena shouted something but I was too dizzy to take notice.
* * *
"Bastard!" I screamed as Quatre fell to the floor. I mentally cursed myself. I let my guard down and Quatre was hurt because of it. That man broke the whiskey bottle on Quatre's head. My temper exploded.
I grabbed Quatre's father by the shirt lifting him from the floor. My rage blinded me to everything except him. I shook him a savage grin crawling across my face. I could sense his fear. He deserved to be afraid. "Why can't you just leave him alone?"
He mumbled something and I shook him again harder this time. "What?!"
Suddenly his hand flew up. "Devil child!" He and shoved what was left of the bottle into my shoulder. I roared and sent him flying across the room. I watched as he got up and scrambled to the door, faster than any drunk I'd ever seen. Normally I would find this quite comical but not tonight. I roared again and approached him as he fumbled with the door. I just watched as he tore down the hall.
I shut the door and turned to Quatre who sat on the floor in a daze. I removed the glass shard from my shoulder and kneeled beside Quatre. I knew I would be all right.
"Quatre. Quatre." I took off my over shirt and held it to his temple. Luckily his cuts weren't too deep and the bleeding slowed and eventually stopped. Quatre started babbling something about his father. He tried to stand up.
"Shh. Don't worry Quatre. He's gone now. It'll be ok." I picked him up and laid him on the couch. "Don't get up. Just hold this to your head and rest."
I stood and walked to the bathroom and grabbed the bandages and the antiseptics. I worked my way back to Quatre. I began to wash his cuts. "This is going to sting."
His eyes remained closed. He barely winced as I cleaned and bandaged his head. I had thought he passed out until he spoke.
"I'm sorry Relena. This shouldn't have happened. I feel horrible."
I smiled at him. "Hush. It wasn't your fault." I brushed the hair from his eyes. "Everything will be all right. As long as you're fine."
I gathered up the supplies and headed back to the bathroom. I grabbed a change of clothing and stood in front of the mirror once more.
