DISCLAIMER: I don't know Sonny's real last name so I made one up. In any case he and all the others belong to the Kindred series. Ophelia and Regan are my own characters.
NOTE TO READERS: I wrote this under the influence of a very bad cold that I think is becoming a flu. So don't flame me unless it's major.
WARNING: This story involves an abusive relationship, if this bothers you, don't read it.
To Cry Ophelia
Part One
Lilly took her usual table and cast a glance around her domain. She spotted Cash and his people near the bar and he nodded to her. Returning the greeting she cast her eyes to the rest of the club. She saw another familiar face appear from the staircase. Although the girl had no name, she had been coming to the club for the last two weeks. Always taking the same table and leaving just before close, she never ordered anything but water and never spoke to anyone. It was as if she wanted to disappear from sight and stay hidden. The girl had caught the Toreador's attention a couple days ago. There was no outward reason as to why she had, just a feeling. Lilly never got a close look at her face, just a hint of it. Just as the vampire was about to get a good look at her, one of the waitresses stepped in the way.
"Can I get you anything?" The waitress asked.
Her voice stirred the girl from her thoughts, " Just water." Came the soft reply.
The woman departed, making her way over to the bar that sat under the stairs. A song by Enya floated through the posh club. The girl recognized it as Pax Deorum from the Memory of Trees album. It was haunting and sad with a hint of joyful. Dim lighting detracted from anyone being able to see very well. But it didn't keep the beauty of the club or it's patrons from being noticed. Not looking too closely at anyone in the club she sighed and leaned back into her little corner. Here she was hard to see and very easy to miss. No one too much notice of corners these days. So she could sit back and for awhile forget the reality that was her life.
**
At closing the girl huddled into her coat and stepped out into the street. Lifting her face to the slowly lightening sky, she pulled in a breath. Her chest hurt and reminded her of what she was returning to. Pale blue washed over the dark ink of the night as she headed toward her home.
The stairs were chipped and needed to be fixed, a new coat of paint was needed on the exterior of the house. Opening and closing the door as softly as she could, the girl shrugged off her coat and hung it up. It was as she crossed the kitchen to the stairs that she caught sight of the living room. Weak sunlight spilled in from the bay window and lit up the destruction of last night. The coffee table had been overturned again and the couch was a mess. Broken glass glittered in the sunlight as the fingers of light crossed the worn carpet. The light crossed a huddled form on the floor and the girl let out a sigh.
She crouched next tot he form and pulled back the blanket. Her sisters face was three different shades of red and dark purple. Her clothes were ripped away and hung off her in tatters.
"Regan." The girl whispered and received no answer.
Shaking her she stood up and went to the kitchen. There were signs of dinner and she could only guess what had caused this fight. The phone was against the wall, near the door and she dialed a number from memory.
"Jason," She said softly, "This is Ophelia, I need a ride to the hospital....No I am fine, it's Regan....Yes, thanks."
Hanging up she went back to the living room and found the afghan for the couch. Shaking loose the bits of glass she knelt and wrapped her sister in it. The front door opened just as she was in the kitchen getting a cloth to wipe off the blood.
"Where?" Jason asked as he took one look at her.
"Living room." Ophelia gazed too hard at the sink and it's dishes as Jason went in and got Regan. She followed him silently to the front door and out to his car. " Should I come with you?"
Jason shut the car door and shook his head. " No. Someone should be here incase the police come."
"The fight was hours ago, surely they would have come by now." Just as she spoke her ears detected the wail of sirens. They sounded to be coming in her direction and she could cross her arms. " Best get going."
Jason reached up a hand and brushed back a strand of her hair. "I'll get her to safety."
Ophelia backed up a step, " Just go."
She watched as Jason drove away and the sun rose over the city. It was another day and nothing was any different from yesterday. Turning to the house she saw the police cars approaching.
"Here we go." She muttered as the unmarked car pulled up and two men got out.
NOTE TO READERS: I wrote this under the influence of a very bad cold that I think is becoming a flu. So don't flame me unless it's major.
WARNING: This story involves an abusive relationship, if this bothers you, don't read it.
To Cry Ophelia
Part One
Lilly took her usual table and cast a glance around her domain. She spotted Cash and his people near the bar and he nodded to her. Returning the greeting she cast her eyes to the rest of the club. She saw another familiar face appear from the staircase. Although the girl had no name, she had been coming to the club for the last two weeks. Always taking the same table and leaving just before close, she never ordered anything but water and never spoke to anyone. It was as if she wanted to disappear from sight and stay hidden. The girl had caught the Toreador's attention a couple days ago. There was no outward reason as to why she had, just a feeling. Lilly never got a close look at her face, just a hint of it. Just as the vampire was about to get a good look at her, one of the waitresses stepped in the way.
"Can I get you anything?" The waitress asked.
Her voice stirred the girl from her thoughts, " Just water." Came the soft reply.
The woman departed, making her way over to the bar that sat under the stairs. A song by Enya floated through the posh club. The girl recognized it as Pax Deorum from the Memory of Trees album. It was haunting and sad with a hint of joyful. Dim lighting detracted from anyone being able to see very well. But it didn't keep the beauty of the club or it's patrons from being noticed. Not looking too closely at anyone in the club she sighed and leaned back into her little corner. Here she was hard to see and very easy to miss. No one too much notice of corners these days. So she could sit back and for awhile forget the reality that was her life.
**
At closing the girl huddled into her coat and stepped out into the street. Lifting her face to the slowly lightening sky, she pulled in a breath. Her chest hurt and reminded her of what she was returning to. Pale blue washed over the dark ink of the night as she headed toward her home.
The stairs were chipped and needed to be fixed, a new coat of paint was needed on the exterior of the house. Opening and closing the door as softly as she could, the girl shrugged off her coat and hung it up. It was as she crossed the kitchen to the stairs that she caught sight of the living room. Weak sunlight spilled in from the bay window and lit up the destruction of last night. The coffee table had been overturned again and the couch was a mess. Broken glass glittered in the sunlight as the fingers of light crossed the worn carpet. The light crossed a huddled form on the floor and the girl let out a sigh.
She crouched next tot he form and pulled back the blanket. Her sisters face was three different shades of red and dark purple. Her clothes were ripped away and hung off her in tatters.
"Regan." The girl whispered and received no answer.
Shaking her she stood up and went to the kitchen. There were signs of dinner and she could only guess what had caused this fight. The phone was against the wall, near the door and she dialed a number from memory.
"Jason," She said softly, "This is Ophelia, I need a ride to the hospital....No I am fine, it's Regan....Yes, thanks."
Hanging up she went back to the living room and found the afghan for the couch. Shaking loose the bits of glass she knelt and wrapped her sister in it. The front door opened just as she was in the kitchen getting a cloth to wipe off the blood.
"Where?" Jason asked as he took one look at her.
"Living room." Ophelia gazed too hard at the sink and it's dishes as Jason went in and got Regan. She followed him silently to the front door and out to his car. " Should I come with you?"
Jason shut the car door and shook his head. " No. Someone should be here incase the police come."
"The fight was hours ago, surely they would have come by now." Just as she spoke her ears detected the wail of sirens. They sounded to be coming in her direction and she could cross her arms. " Best get going."
Jason reached up a hand and brushed back a strand of her hair. "I'll get her to safety."
Ophelia backed up a step, " Just go."
She watched as Jason drove away and the sun rose over the city. It was another day and nothing was any different from yesterday. Turning to the house she saw the police cars approaching.
"Here we go." She muttered as the unmarked car pulled up and two men got out.