vi.
"This is LA…I'm aware of the
fact that there's bad people. Most of them are called agents."
Snickering a little, Brianna swayed back and forth a little, still trying
her best to keep her balance and not look like a drunken slob.
After all, she couldn't let someone
see her as weak and naïve.
It was a bit of a struggle to the
door, as alcohol seemed to have taken hold of her feet, causing them to
stumble, run a little ahead of the rest of her tiny frame –
Control was hard to have when deep
down, you were almost awash in misery.
And because of this, she didn't even
notice that the stranger didn't need directions to her apartment, didn't
even question the fact that he knew she kept her keys in the inside pocket
of her coat…
That he'd called the kitten she'd
just bought a couple days ago by it's name…
Oblivious.
"Where's m'kitty? I just want to hug the cat and go to sleep…"
"Don't worry, Brianna, I'll get Skylar
for you – you just lay down, okay? Don't worry about anything…"
He was awfully nice to her.
Even if he was a bit strange with the sunglasses and the fact that he knew
everything, and…
But she was tired…
-*-
Such an angel, she was – lying on
that bed, quiet as could be, still in her clothes from the party –
She smelled of booze and cigarettes,
and her furball of a kitten.
So angelic…
I could spare this one…I really could…
The thought crossed his mind, and
he shook his head. She was fragile, yes. Tiny and serene, lying
there in slumber, not suspecting in the least…
The rest of the world was a faerie
tale to her, and she was patiently waiting for her faerie godmother to
swoop down and rescue her from the twinkling lights of the smoggy city…
Fingers drifted over her cheek, tugging
back only slightly when she smiled in dreams, lashes fluttering just slightly,
as if she might wake…
No.
Such an angel…
Her lashes fluttered once more, and
slowly, dark eyes opened, peering up at him, surprised that he'd not gone
yet…
What had she done, trusting him?
"You've yet to tell me who you are…"
A tiny smirk from the girl, still delirious in dreams, caught up in stardust
and her own majick…
He'd felt it on her, this pull that
seemed to call to him, made him choose her.
It wasn't because he'd felt like
it.
Destiny was a bitch sometimes.
Slowly pulling off his sunglasses,
he leaned down, kissing her forehead gently as she fell back into her own
sparkling haze, the suns in citrine eyes having set long ago.
Sleep came easy for her, she was
young…
She didn't know the horrific things that could be. She was so innocent.
"Child, my name is Edge, and you shall see me again, even if you won't know it…"
With that, he disappeared into the night.