(A/N: This chapter is dedicated to the wonderful, talented, outstanding, skilled (i could go on) author Chameleon who has flattered me to no end by dedicating her story to me. Her pen name is Chameleon302 and if you haven't read her story i suggest you do it right away! She gave me the advice and the inspiration to keep pushing ahead with this story, my baby. Also, much thanks to Nanci, my kindest and most faithful reviewer.)
Chapter Eleven: Manipulation of Love
~"Every mind was made for growth, for knowledge, and its nature is sinned against when it is doomed to ignorance." William Ellery Channing~
"You don't know me" She said in a quiet, determined voice, entering the cabin.
His gaze seemed to hum as he fixed his eyes on her.
"Oh Alissa, you are not brave, you are reckless." he scolded.
"I don't care" She said quietly.
"Don't you? Don't you long to be the woman you were once?" He asked.
"That isn't possible"
"It is," he said. "Clarise is dead, not you"
"Why must you fuck with my world?" She screamed, finally snapping.
"I am showing you what truly exists in hopes to re-introduce you to life. I am hardly 'fucking with your world' He said, bemused.
"I was happy with my ignorance!" She cried.
"No, Alissa, you're certainly not happy. You are a faded image of what you once were. The Sistine Chappell was grand in the years of it's youth. People marveled at it's depth and beauty. People now marvel at the shell left over. Recently, a team of architects from New York, lead by Mr.. Noelemahc, set about restoring it. Would you like to be restored, Alissa?"
"I am not a building you can re-build or tear down as you please! I am a person, and i do not belong to you." She said slowly, pronouncing each word with rising volume.
"Others have already succeeded in tearing you down. What i am offering is a chance to see the world as i see it. I can immerse you in beauty and colors and senses. Who is to say if it is dream or true reality? You belong to me more then you know. In that letter, Clarise left you in my care, like a possession. I inherited you, that was her intention."
"No... that wasn't it..."
"You know very well that *is* the part you play in this. You can resign yourself to your set role or not - it matters little to me, but i think we both know what Clarise would want.." His eyes gleamed an unholy crimson as he spoke.
"Leave me in peace" She pleaded.
" What you ask is to be left in your allusions." He corrected. "I never loose my belongings to careless handling."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
It was almost midnight when she crept into the small kitchen. Her throat was clogged and her mouth sour from the taste of tears. Car fully, she poured a glass of water. She held it to her lips and tilted her head back.
And heard breathing.
One word registered in her mind: Intruder.
She spun around and dealt a mighty kick to his chest. He slammed backwards into the refrigerator. She found it odd the person wasn't catching their breath from the attack. He flicked the switch and a harsh light flooded the kitchen. (A/N Maybe most cabins don't have electricity, but my cabin is special, so i say it does!) Standing before her was a cannibal in pajama pants.
"You?- oh God, i could have killed you!" She panted from shock.
She did not see the corner of his mouth curl at the statement.
Realizing the absurdity of what she had said a nervous lamovementaped her throat.
'Well i could have!" She defended with a smile.
"It is very late to be roaming around the house" He stated.
"I wanted water. And you?"
"I had an urge for - a midnight snack-" He said, eyes shining in the too-bright lights. His small, white teeth shone from his smiling mouth, a generous mouth, she noticed.
"Well- ah- help yourself" She said meekly, stepping out of his way.
He followed her movment though. He was close, she could feel a rush of heat radiating from him, poised for the kill. She saw the deadly gleam in his eyes. He leaned tward her, reached out-
and plucked the frying pan hanging behind her.
"Care to join me?" He asked, mockery apperent in his tone.
"Sure"
He frowned at her. "Don't say 'sure'"
"It would be my pleasure" She ammended.
~"What the lion cannot manage to do the fox can." German Proverb~
Chapter Eleven: Manipulation of Love
~"Every mind was made for growth, for knowledge, and its nature is sinned against when it is doomed to ignorance." William Ellery Channing~
"You don't know me" She said in a quiet, determined voice, entering the cabin.
His gaze seemed to hum as he fixed his eyes on her.
"Oh Alissa, you are not brave, you are reckless." he scolded.
"I don't care" She said quietly.
"Don't you? Don't you long to be the woman you were once?" He asked.
"That isn't possible"
"It is," he said. "Clarise is dead, not you"
"Why must you fuck with my world?" She screamed, finally snapping.
"I am showing you what truly exists in hopes to re-introduce you to life. I am hardly 'fucking with your world' He said, bemused.
"I was happy with my ignorance!" She cried.
"No, Alissa, you're certainly not happy. You are a faded image of what you once were. The Sistine Chappell was grand in the years of it's youth. People marveled at it's depth and beauty. People now marvel at the shell left over. Recently, a team of architects from New York, lead by Mr.. Noelemahc, set about restoring it. Would you like to be restored, Alissa?"
"I am not a building you can re-build or tear down as you please! I am a person, and i do not belong to you." She said slowly, pronouncing each word with rising volume.
"Others have already succeeded in tearing you down. What i am offering is a chance to see the world as i see it. I can immerse you in beauty and colors and senses. Who is to say if it is dream or true reality? You belong to me more then you know. In that letter, Clarise left you in my care, like a possession. I inherited you, that was her intention."
"No... that wasn't it..."
"You know very well that *is* the part you play in this. You can resign yourself to your set role or not - it matters little to me, but i think we both know what Clarise would want.." His eyes gleamed an unholy crimson as he spoke.
"Leave me in peace" She pleaded.
" What you ask is to be left in your allusions." He corrected. "I never loose my belongings to careless handling."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
It was almost midnight when she crept into the small kitchen. Her throat was clogged and her mouth sour from the taste of tears. Car fully, she poured a glass of water. She held it to her lips and tilted her head back.
And heard breathing.
One word registered in her mind: Intruder.
She spun around and dealt a mighty kick to his chest. He slammed backwards into the refrigerator. She found it odd the person wasn't catching their breath from the attack. He flicked the switch and a harsh light flooded the kitchen. (A/N Maybe most cabins don't have electricity, but my cabin is special, so i say it does!) Standing before her was a cannibal in pajama pants.
"You?- oh God, i could have killed you!" She panted from shock.
She did not see the corner of his mouth curl at the statement.
Realizing the absurdity of what she had said a nervous lamovementaped her throat.
'Well i could have!" She defended with a smile.
"It is very late to be roaming around the house" He stated.
"I wanted water. And you?"
"I had an urge for - a midnight snack-" He said, eyes shining in the too-bright lights. His small, white teeth shone from his smiling mouth, a generous mouth, she noticed.
"Well- ah- help yourself" She said meekly, stepping out of his way.
He followed her movment though. He was close, she could feel a rush of heat radiating from him, poised for the kill. She saw the deadly gleam in his eyes. He leaned tward her, reached out-
and plucked the frying pan hanging behind her.
"Care to join me?" He asked, mockery apperent in his tone.
"Sure"
He frowned at her. "Don't say 'sure'"
"It would be my pleasure" She ammended.
~"What the lion cannot manage to do the fox can." German Proverb~