Eli: Hi. Must write while still can. High school registration day *Add
violent scream here* I decided against the Sara double thing. Thanks for
the reviews. And rouguegal, sorry you had no computer during your vacation,
glad you're back. Jessi, you sound surprised at my choice of a pretender.
(I thought everyone knew I didn't like Jake, thus I bend over backwards to
keep him out of my fics. Though I have a story line in my head involving
him. So many storylines, too little time.) Still writers block on Tale.
Enjoy the chap!
"Nottingham, Hart, this is your new case. A kid was found this morning in an abandoned building. Name: Matt Songer, age: 13. Disappeared from home last Tuesday. No suspects. Need ya to check out the crime scene."
-Later-
"Whoa."
"Read my mind, Gabe."
"This is, like, so gross. I think I'm gonna throw up." Kelly covered her mouth and rushed off. Ian and Gabriel snickered as she ran. Then they returned to the body.
"So what the hell happened to this guy?"
"Killer sliced him open from his adam's apple to his navel. Pulled open the skin and removed various organs. We found two of them in the corner, but we're still searching for the kid's lungs."
"Reasons?"
"Sacrifice."
"What?"
"Sacrifice. Notice the candles, inncense, and cult symbol drawn in blood in the backround." Ian turned and wondered how he overlooked it. It was a drawing of a sword within a circle of designs.
"Doesn't point to sacrfice. Could just be mimicking things in a horror flick."
"Nah, the way this was all done shows the person has deffinitely done some research."
"Purpose of sacrifice?"
"What else? Tribute."
"You can't give me info on a bracelet, but can inform me of ritual sacrifices?"
"Vicky is a very intresting person."
"Oh, thanks for giving me her address. She knew about the bracelet."
"What did she say?"
"She asked me to tell you to get your ass over there and pick up your junk."
"Great. I'll probably get there and she'll be making out with her girlfriend. Just what I need after a day of autopsy."
"Could be worst."
"How?"
"You could have Kelly as a partner."
"Shhhh. Don't jinx it, Ian."
"Hey, I shouldn't have to hear you complain when I have to deal with Cher from Clueless day in and day out."
"At least she likes you."
"That's the problem."
"Why? Is your mystery gothic chick getting jealous?"
"I wish."
"Not doing well?"
"She's....Where do I begin?"
"Later over lunch. We need to finish this up."
"Yeah. I'll go find the rookie and make sure she didn't break a nail."
-Lunch-
"So, explain the situation."
"What do you want to know?"
"Well, does your gothic friend have a name?"
"Sara Pezzini."
"And what is the problem?"
"Mentally/Physically abused servant. She won't even look me in the eye because she believes she's not worthy."
"She thinks YOU are too good for HER?"
"Shut up! It's not funny. She's so shut off from the rest of the world. She wears at least four layers of clothing."
"Does she need to wear all those layers?"
"No, she's fine as hell. Her eyes are like emeralds, dude. I could just stare at them for hours."
"Well, someone's got it bad."
"Yeah, tell me something I don't know."
"Does she like you?"
"I'm not sure. Her boss said she has a crush on me, but she hasn't done anything to back it up."
"Nothing?"
"Zip."
"Have you told her you like her?"
"I've done everything except flat out saying it, which I plan to do next time I see her."
"Well, I hope you're prepared, cause she's heading toward us right now." Ian turned around and Sara was standing right behind him.
"Hi Sara."
"Hello, Ian."
I hope she didn't hear any of that. Might get mad about talking about her.
"My mistress wishes for you to join her again for dinner." Ian groaned.
I do not want to deal with her again. If Sara was joining us, yes. Alone with the evil one herself, no.
"Tell her not tonight."
"I will deliever the message. Good day." She turned to leave, when Gabriel called out to her.
"Sara, why don't you have lunch with us?"
"I am sorry, Mr. Bowman, but I can not."
"How do you know my name?"
"How did you learn mine?"
"Ian said it."
"Same. I have to go."
"Wait, Ian has something to tell you." Ian hit Gabriel from under the table. Gabriel gave Ian a Get-on-with-it type of look.
"What?"
"It's nothing, Sara. I'll see you." She nodded and left. Ian punched Gabriel on the shoulder.
"What'd do that for?"
"You said you were going to tell her."
"I wasn't ready!"
"Wimp!"
"Like you could do any better."
"Is that a challenge?"
"Yeah. If I'm such a wimp, then prove your bravery. I'll point out a girl, and you go up, tell her she's cute, and ask her out."
"You're on. Point."
Let's see. The blonde in the corner? Nah, too easy. Waitress? No. Whose coming in? Winner!
"Her." He nodded to the woman who entered. Gabriel's jaw dropped.
"That's a nun!"
"So? I never said she had to say yes, so just ask her."
"You are beyond wicked! I'm gonna get sent to hell for this!"
"Go on."
Ian watched as Gabriel went up to the nun and gave her a huge fake smile. He laughed as she slapped him across the face and then rushed out. Gabriel glared at Ian.
"Hey! At least my manhood is still intact."
"Yeah, but still. You got shot down."
"It was a nun. That doesn't count as a shot down!"
"Yes, it does!"
"No!"
"Yeah, whatever." Ian's cell phone went off.
"Nottingham."
"Ian, they like, found where the symbol thingy came from. It came from a band called Le Fay. We're, like, suppose to check it out tonight."
"All right. Any thing else?"
"Uh, do you, like, think I'm cute?"
"You don't want to know my answer, Kelly. See ya ." Ian hung up.
"What did she ask you?"
"If I thought she was cute."
"Cute, yes. Any signs of intelligence, no."
"You think she's cute?"
"Yeah, don't you?"
"No."
"Oh, that's right, I'm sorry. Your type is strange, sheltered stalkers."
"What?!"
"Or did you prefer abused, gothic worshipers?"
"I know you're not thinking of Sara."
"Who else would I be teasing you about?"
"She's neither a strange stalker or a gothic worshiper. And you shouldn't be teasing her about being abused."
"Ian, I was joking!"
"You wouldn't be if you knew what she goes through."
"Sorry. Damn, you do have it bad for her."
"And you had it bad for a lesbian."
"Shut up!"
"No Sara jokes, no Vicky jokes."
"Agreed."
-Night-
"So, who are we, like here to investigate?"
"The band members." Le Fay was currently playing at the time. Ian and Kelly took seats at a table and watched the preformance.
~It's taken too long to get it right.
Could it be so wrong.
To maybe find someone.
A miracle.
Is there a trace
inside her face
of a lonely miracle?
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle.~
Sara watched from the corner. Her eyes didn't leave Ian. She wondered what he was going to tell her. She knew the two had been talking about her before she came over to them, but had not over heard any of it. It wasn't in her to envade his privacy.
He was probably just gonna tell me to back off, anyway. I shouldn't expect him to actually like me.
Sara closed her eyes and listened to the last part of the song.
Nice. Almost familliar. I understand it.
Ian got up when the band finished and announced that they were going to take a break. He approached the lead singer as Kelly went straight for the drummer.
"Excuse me."
"Yeah?"
"I'm Detective Nottingham, N.Y.P.D homicide. I need to ask you some questions."
"Oh. I'm Dominique Boucher, stage name Morgan. How can I help you?"
"A 13 year old boy, Matt Songer, was found dead this morning. Your symbol was painted in blood at the crime scene. Where were you last night?"
"I was here the whole night. We stayed after the place closed down to practice. We didn't finish till about nine this morning."
"Were all of the members of the band here?"
"All five. The owner was here, too. He can back us up." The man Kelly was interviewing came up behind Dominique and put his arms around her waist.
"No offense, but your friend there is a pushy gal."
"None taken, I understand."
"This is my Irish boyfriend and drummer for the band, John Connor, stage name Conchabar. John, this is Detective Nottingham."
"So, you think we're the killers of that kid? Sad story. I heard it was some type of sacrifice."
"We have not yet found the motive. Where did you find that symbol?"
"Our manager suggested it. The sword is my sign and the circle is John's."
"Is your manager here?"
"Nah, but I have his card on me. You want it?"
"Yes, if you don't mind." She passed him the card.
"So, Detective, how did you like our music?"
"I liked it. You guys are great. The song reminded me of someone."
"Might we ask who?"
"A friend."
"That song was about a woman in the shadows from the perspective of a suitor. If you connected this song with her, then she isn't just a friend to you."
"She's a woman who I keep running into, but can not catch."
"She sounds intresting. Could you get her over here so we could meet her?"
"I have no clue how to get her anywhere, but I wouldn't be surprised if she was here."
"Then perhaps we can help you draw her out of the shadows. We have a preformance to finish. Take care, Detective."
"You too. Thanks for your time." Dominique and John returned on stage. The other members of the band joined them and looked relieved to be away from Kelly. Kelly went over to Ian.
"They all had excuses. Total bummer. Are we, like, done? I want to go home."
"We're done. Go, I'm gonna stay for the performance."
"All right. But I can't believe you can stand this music. Please! Give me N*sync any time. See ya." Kelly left. Ian went to the back of the club and leaned against the wall, near the corner. The band began to play.
~ Broadway's dark tonight;
A little bit weaker than it use to be.
Broadway's dark tonight
See the young man sitting in the
old man's bar, waiting for his turn to die.~
Ian turned his head to the corner, which happened to be pitch black. "Sara?"
How does he know I'm here?
"Sara, I know you're there. I want to talk to you." Sara stepped out of the corner and stood before him. She kept her head down.
"What do you wish to converse about?"
~ The cowboy kills the rock star
and Friday nights gone too far.
The dim light hides the years
on all the faded girls.~
"You." Sara put her head down lower and seemed to be waiting for him to yell at her.
~ Forgotten but not gone
Your drinkin off your mind.
You talk about the world like
it's someplace that should've been.~
"Will you please look at me?" She very slowly raised her head.
"Thank you."
"What have I done?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to know if you'd like to dance with me."
"What?"
He can't be serious. But he is! Moth..Mistress wouldn't approve.
~ You see, you'd love to run home
but you know you ain't got one.
Cause you're living in a world
that your best forgotten
round here.~
"I'm sorry. I can't."
"Why not?"
"I...don't know how."
"You don't know how to dance?"
"My mistress disapproves of me doing such things."
"I'm sorry, Sara, but screw your mistress. I'm gonna teach you how to dance. If she bugs you about it, she can deal with me. All right?"
"All right."
~Broadway's dark tonight;
A little bit weaker than it use to be.
Broadway's dark tonight;
See the young man sitting
in the old man's bar.
Waiting for his turn to die.~
"Well, first you need to shed some of your layers."
"What?"
"It'll be easier if you lose the jacket and the sweater." He began to remove her jacket for her. Sara backed away from him.
"Sara, I'm not going to hurt you."
This is forbidden
~You choke down all your anger.
Forget your only son.
You put down a statue when
your brick wall heart gets undone.
Your anger don't impress me
the world slapped in your face.
It always rains like hell
on the loser's day of grace~
"Sara." Sara took off her jacket and sweater, but kept her gloves on. Ian placed her jacket and sweater on a table.
~You see you'd love to run home
but you know you ain't got one.
Cause your living in a world
that your best forgotten.
When you're thinking of a joke
and nobody's gonna listen.
To the one small point,
another been missing round here.
Round here.~
Ian pointed out to her a couple of other people dancing. She nodded. Ian put his arms around her waist. She was hesitant, but eventually put her gloved arms around his neck. They started to sway to the music.
~Broadway's dark tonight;
A little bit weaker than it use to be.
Broadway's dark tonight.
See the young man sitting
in the old man's bar
Waiting for his turn to die.~
Sara wanted to stop when the band did. She tried to pull away from him, but he kept an iron grip on her waist.
This isn't right. I'm not suppose to do this.
Why doesn't she trust me?
Dominique spotted Ian and his girl of the shadows. She whispered something to the rest of the members of Le Fay, and then went right into their next song.
~Meet me in outer space.
We could spend our night
Watch the earth come up.
I've grown tired of that place.
Won't you come with me.
We could start, uh huh.~
They originally had been inches apart, but Ian pulled her into him. Sara closed her eyes.
This must be a dream, or at least the thing a dream is made of. But what if she finds out? She'll...I'll worry about it later. Right now, I want to take in as much of this reverie as I can.
~How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do?
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
Ohhhhhhhh.
Meet me in outer space.
I will hold you close
if you're afraid of heights.
I need you to see this place.
It might be the only way
that I can show you how
it feels to be inside.~
He carefully studied every inch of her face. He wanted to remember everything.
What is it about her that makes me feel like this. It's not just her eyes, but everything.
~How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do?
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
Ohhhhhhhh.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do?~
"You're beautiful, Sara." Sara seemed to wake up and tried to back away from him. Ian grabbed her wrists. She shook her head.
"Sara, what's wrong?"
"Don't lie to me like that. You don't understand how it feels."
"I'm not lying. Why would you think I'm lying?"
"I'm not. If you knew, then you wouldn't say such things."
"I'll say what I want, and I swear I'm not lying."
I know how she probably got the idea. Damn Irons. Manipulative as hell if she could convince someone like Sara that she isn't beautiful. If she could only realize.......
"You don't know........"
"I don't care. I can prove I'm not lying if you want."
"How?"
"Like this." Ian pulled her to him and kissed her. He released her wrists and put his hands on her back. Sara felt herself instinctively put her hands on his neck.
~How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do?
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
Ohhhhhhhh.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do?
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do?
Yeah.~
As soon as the song ended, Sara realized what they were doing. She forced herself to push him back. To escape.
They stared at each other for a long time. Sara wan't looking down, for once. Her eyes were holding an assortment of fear, confusion, and love. Finally, she shut her eyes and turned her back to him.
"Sara, wait a second."
But she was gone.
Eli: Sorry the chap was so long. How do I keep the characters straight? I read the previous chapters before starting a new one. Songs were stolen. Miracle by Vertical Horizon. Broadway by The Goo Goo Dolls (only part of the song and the lyrics aren't all correct, so don't bother correcting me. Not my fault I don't have the lyrics on hand.) And Steller by Incubus. How was the chap? I'm getting paranoid that it's too long to anyone's liking. Help me out here?
"Nottingham, Hart, this is your new case. A kid was found this morning in an abandoned building. Name: Matt Songer, age: 13. Disappeared from home last Tuesday. No suspects. Need ya to check out the crime scene."
-Later-
"Whoa."
"Read my mind, Gabe."
"This is, like, so gross. I think I'm gonna throw up." Kelly covered her mouth and rushed off. Ian and Gabriel snickered as she ran. Then they returned to the body.
"So what the hell happened to this guy?"
"Killer sliced him open from his adam's apple to his navel. Pulled open the skin and removed various organs. We found two of them in the corner, but we're still searching for the kid's lungs."
"Reasons?"
"Sacrifice."
"What?"
"Sacrifice. Notice the candles, inncense, and cult symbol drawn in blood in the backround." Ian turned and wondered how he overlooked it. It was a drawing of a sword within a circle of designs.
"Doesn't point to sacrfice. Could just be mimicking things in a horror flick."
"Nah, the way this was all done shows the person has deffinitely done some research."
"Purpose of sacrifice?"
"What else? Tribute."
"You can't give me info on a bracelet, but can inform me of ritual sacrifices?"
"Vicky is a very intresting person."
"Oh, thanks for giving me her address. She knew about the bracelet."
"What did she say?"
"She asked me to tell you to get your ass over there and pick up your junk."
"Great. I'll probably get there and she'll be making out with her girlfriend. Just what I need after a day of autopsy."
"Could be worst."
"How?"
"You could have Kelly as a partner."
"Shhhh. Don't jinx it, Ian."
"Hey, I shouldn't have to hear you complain when I have to deal with Cher from Clueless day in and day out."
"At least she likes you."
"That's the problem."
"Why? Is your mystery gothic chick getting jealous?"
"I wish."
"Not doing well?"
"She's....Where do I begin?"
"Later over lunch. We need to finish this up."
"Yeah. I'll go find the rookie and make sure she didn't break a nail."
-Lunch-
"So, explain the situation."
"What do you want to know?"
"Well, does your gothic friend have a name?"
"Sara Pezzini."
"And what is the problem?"
"Mentally/Physically abused servant. She won't even look me in the eye because she believes she's not worthy."
"She thinks YOU are too good for HER?"
"Shut up! It's not funny. She's so shut off from the rest of the world. She wears at least four layers of clothing."
"Does she need to wear all those layers?"
"No, she's fine as hell. Her eyes are like emeralds, dude. I could just stare at them for hours."
"Well, someone's got it bad."
"Yeah, tell me something I don't know."
"Does she like you?"
"I'm not sure. Her boss said she has a crush on me, but she hasn't done anything to back it up."
"Nothing?"
"Zip."
"Have you told her you like her?"
"I've done everything except flat out saying it, which I plan to do next time I see her."
"Well, I hope you're prepared, cause she's heading toward us right now." Ian turned around and Sara was standing right behind him.
"Hi Sara."
"Hello, Ian."
I hope she didn't hear any of that. Might get mad about talking about her.
"My mistress wishes for you to join her again for dinner." Ian groaned.
I do not want to deal with her again. If Sara was joining us, yes. Alone with the evil one herself, no.
"Tell her not tonight."
"I will deliever the message. Good day." She turned to leave, when Gabriel called out to her.
"Sara, why don't you have lunch with us?"
"I am sorry, Mr. Bowman, but I can not."
"How do you know my name?"
"How did you learn mine?"
"Ian said it."
"Same. I have to go."
"Wait, Ian has something to tell you." Ian hit Gabriel from under the table. Gabriel gave Ian a Get-on-with-it type of look.
"What?"
"It's nothing, Sara. I'll see you." She nodded and left. Ian punched Gabriel on the shoulder.
"What'd do that for?"
"You said you were going to tell her."
"I wasn't ready!"
"Wimp!"
"Like you could do any better."
"Is that a challenge?"
"Yeah. If I'm such a wimp, then prove your bravery. I'll point out a girl, and you go up, tell her she's cute, and ask her out."
"You're on. Point."
Let's see. The blonde in the corner? Nah, too easy. Waitress? No. Whose coming in? Winner!
"Her." He nodded to the woman who entered. Gabriel's jaw dropped.
"That's a nun!"
"So? I never said she had to say yes, so just ask her."
"You are beyond wicked! I'm gonna get sent to hell for this!"
"Go on."
Ian watched as Gabriel went up to the nun and gave her a huge fake smile. He laughed as she slapped him across the face and then rushed out. Gabriel glared at Ian.
"Hey! At least my manhood is still intact."
"Yeah, but still. You got shot down."
"It was a nun. That doesn't count as a shot down!"
"Yes, it does!"
"No!"
"Yeah, whatever." Ian's cell phone went off.
"Nottingham."
"Ian, they like, found where the symbol thingy came from. It came from a band called Le Fay. We're, like, suppose to check it out tonight."
"All right. Any thing else?"
"Uh, do you, like, think I'm cute?"
"You don't want to know my answer, Kelly. See ya ." Ian hung up.
"What did she ask you?"
"If I thought she was cute."
"Cute, yes. Any signs of intelligence, no."
"You think she's cute?"
"Yeah, don't you?"
"No."
"Oh, that's right, I'm sorry. Your type is strange, sheltered stalkers."
"What?!"
"Or did you prefer abused, gothic worshipers?"
"I know you're not thinking of Sara."
"Who else would I be teasing you about?"
"She's neither a strange stalker or a gothic worshiper. And you shouldn't be teasing her about being abused."
"Ian, I was joking!"
"You wouldn't be if you knew what she goes through."
"Sorry. Damn, you do have it bad for her."
"And you had it bad for a lesbian."
"Shut up!"
"No Sara jokes, no Vicky jokes."
"Agreed."
-Night-
"So, who are we, like here to investigate?"
"The band members." Le Fay was currently playing at the time. Ian and Kelly took seats at a table and watched the preformance.
~It's taken too long to get it right.
Could it be so wrong.
To maybe find someone.
A miracle.
Is there a trace
inside her face
of a lonely miracle?
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle.~
Sara watched from the corner. Her eyes didn't leave Ian. She wondered what he was going to tell her. She knew the two had been talking about her before she came over to them, but had not over heard any of it. It wasn't in her to envade his privacy.
He was probably just gonna tell me to back off, anyway. I shouldn't expect him to actually like me.
Sara closed her eyes and listened to the last part of the song.
Nice. Almost familliar. I understand it.
Ian got up when the band finished and announced that they were going to take a break. He approached the lead singer as Kelly went straight for the drummer.
"Excuse me."
"Yeah?"
"I'm Detective Nottingham, N.Y.P.D homicide. I need to ask you some questions."
"Oh. I'm Dominique Boucher, stage name Morgan. How can I help you?"
"A 13 year old boy, Matt Songer, was found dead this morning. Your symbol was painted in blood at the crime scene. Where were you last night?"
"I was here the whole night. We stayed after the place closed down to practice. We didn't finish till about nine this morning."
"Were all of the members of the band here?"
"All five. The owner was here, too. He can back us up." The man Kelly was interviewing came up behind Dominique and put his arms around her waist.
"No offense, but your friend there is a pushy gal."
"None taken, I understand."
"This is my Irish boyfriend and drummer for the band, John Connor, stage name Conchabar. John, this is Detective Nottingham."
"So, you think we're the killers of that kid? Sad story. I heard it was some type of sacrifice."
"We have not yet found the motive. Where did you find that symbol?"
"Our manager suggested it. The sword is my sign and the circle is John's."
"Is your manager here?"
"Nah, but I have his card on me. You want it?"
"Yes, if you don't mind." She passed him the card.
"So, Detective, how did you like our music?"
"I liked it. You guys are great. The song reminded me of someone."
"Might we ask who?"
"A friend."
"That song was about a woman in the shadows from the perspective of a suitor. If you connected this song with her, then she isn't just a friend to you."
"She's a woman who I keep running into, but can not catch."
"She sounds intresting. Could you get her over here so we could meet her?"
"I have no clue how to get her anywhere, but I wouldn't be surprised if she was here."
"Then perhaps we can help you draw her out of the shadows. We have a preformance to finish. Take care, Detective."
"You too. Thanks for your time." Dominique and John returned on stage. The other members of the band joined them and looked relieved to be away from Kelly. Kelly went over to Ian.
"They all had excuses. Total bummer. Are we, like, done? I want to go home."
"We're done. Go, I'm gonna stay for the performance."
"All right. But I can't believe you can stand this music. Please! Give me N*sync any time. See ya." Kelly left. Ian went to the back of the club and leaned against the wall, near the corner. The band began to play.
~ Broadway's dark tonight;
A little bit weaker than it use to be.
Broadway's dark tonight
See the young man sitting in the
old man's bar, waiting for his turn to die.~
Ian turned his head to the corner, which happened to be pitch black. "Sara?"
How does he know I'm here?
"Sara, I know you're there. I want to talk to you." Sara stepped out of the corner and stood before him. She kept her head down.
"What do you wish to converse about?"
~ The cowboy kills the rock star
and Friday nights gone too far.
The dim light hides the years
on all the faded girls.~
"You." Sara put her head down lower and seemed to be waiting for him to yell at her.
~ Forgotten but not gone
Your drinkin off your mind.
You talk about the world like
it's someplace that should've been.~
"Will you please look at me?" She very slowly raised her head.
"Thank you."
"What have I done?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to know if you'd like to dance with me."
"What?"
He can't be serious. But he is! Moth..Mistress wouldn't approve.
~ You see, you'd love to run home
but you know you ain't got one.
Cause you're living in a world
that your best forgotten
round here.~
"I'm sorry. I can't."
"Why not?"
"I...don't know how."
"You don't know how to dance?"
"My mistress disapproves of me doing such things."
"I'm sorry, Sara, but screw your mistress. I'm gonna teach you how to dance. If she bugs you about it, she can deal with me. All right?"
"All right."
~Broadway's dark tonight;
A little bit weaker than it use to be.
Broadway's dark tonight;
See the young man sitting
in the old man's bar.
Waiting for his turn to die.~
"Well, first you need to shed some of your layers."
"What?"
"It'll be easier if you lose the jacket and the sweater." He began to remove her jacket for her. Sara backed away from him.
"Sara, I'm not going to hurt you."
This is forbidden
~You choke down all your anger.
Forget your only son.
You put down a statue when
your brick wall heart gets undone.
Your anger don't impress me
the world slapped in your face.
It always rains like hell
on the loser's day of grace~
"Sara." Sara took off her jacket and sweater, but kept her gloves on. Ian placed her jacket and sweater on a table.
~You see you'd love to run home
but you know you ain't got one.
Cause your living in a world
that your best forgotten.
When you're thinking of a joke
and nobody's gonna listen.
To the one small point,
another been missing round here.
Round here.~
Ian pointed out to her a couple of other people dancing. She nodded. Ian put his arms around her waist. She was hesitant, but eventually put her gloved arms around his neck. They started to sway to the music.
~Broadway's dark tonight;
A little bit weaker than it use to be.
Broadway's dark tonight.
See the young man sitting
in the old man's bar
Waiting for his turn to die.~
Sara wanted to stop when the band did. She tried to pull away from him, but he kept an iron grip on her waist.
This isn't right. I'm not suppose to do this.
Why doesn't she trust me?
Dominique spotted Ian and his girl of the shadows. She whispered something to the rest of the members of Le Fay, and then went right into their next song.
~Meet me in outer space.
We could spend our night
Watch the earth come up.
I've grown tired of that place.
Won't you come with me.
We could start, uh huh.~
They originally had been inches apart, but Ian pulled her into him. Sara closed her eyes.
This must be a dream, or at least the thing a dream is made of. But what if she finds out? She'll...I'll worry about it later. Right now, I want to take in as much of this reverie as I can.
~How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do?
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
Ohhhhhhhh.
Meet me in outer space.
I will hold you close
if you're afraid of heights.
I need you to see this place.
It might be the only way
that I can show you how
it feels to be inside.~
He carefully studied every inch of her face. He wanted to remember everything.
What is it about her that makes me feel like this. It's not just her eyes, but everything.
~How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do?
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
Ohhhhhhhh.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do?~
"You're beautiful, Sara." Sara seemed to wake up and tried to back away from him. Ian grabbed her wrists. She shook her head.
"Sara, what's wrong?"
"Don't lie to me like that. You don't understand how it feels."
"I'm not lying. Why would you think I'm lying?"
"I'm not. If you knew, then you wouldn't say such things."
"I'll say what I want, and I swear I'm not lying."
I know how she probably got the idea. Damn Irons. Manipulative as hell if she could convince someone like Sara that she isn't beautiful. If she could only realize.......
"You don't know........"
"I don't care. I can prove I'm not lying if you want."
"How?"
"Like this." Ian pulled her to him and kissed her. He released her wrists and put his hands on her back. Sara felt herself instinctively put her hands on his neck.
~How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do?
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
Ohhhhhhhh.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do?
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do?
Yeah.~
As soon as the song ended, Sara realized what they were doing. She forced herself to push him back. To escape.
They stared at each other for a long time. Sara wan't looking down, for once. Her eyes were holding an assortment of fear, confusion, and love. Finally, she shut her eyes and turned her back to him.
"Sara, wait a second."
But she was gone.
Eli: Sorry the chap was so long. How do I keep the characters straight? I read the previous chapters before starting a new one. Songs were stolen. Miracle by Vertical Horizon. Broadway by The Goo Goo Dolls (only part of the song and the lyrics aren't all correct, so don't bother correcting me. Not my fault I don't have the lyrics on hand.) And Steller by Incubus. How was the chap? I'm getting paranoid that it's too long to anyone's liking. Help me out here?