----Disclaimer: I don't owned X-men Evolution, I only own Damia aka Venus.
Notes~ (Aussie Translation), ^^Thoughts^^, Telepathic Speaking -----
Chapter Five: Bring Me to Life
On the way back home from the fight, Venus and Cyclops both stood in silence, not a word spoken, not even a look at anyone else. Both were mad at the other, Damia at Scott for not letting her see John, and Scott at Damia for wanting to be with John and arguing with him. None of the other members thought it was neither a good idea nor a safe one to confront the two about the tiff. When they had landed at the mansion both went straight to their rooms and shut the door, keeping the others out.
Damia changed into some sweats and a white beater, and lay on her bed to think. She wasn't quite sure what to do about Scott but she did know what to do about John. She knew that they were enemies, but not by choice. She wished she could explain that to Scott but he had a one track mind. Damia got off the bed to turn on some music. She picked out a cd, and put it into the player and pressed play. It was her favorite American band, Rogue had introduced them to her, and they were called Evanescence. She liked the song 'Bring Me to Life'; she thought it matched her situation perfectly. She listened to the words each one going strait to her heart. Especially the part 'how can you see into my eyes like open doors, leading you down into my core.' That's the way she felt when she was with John. He knew what she wanted, and how she felt. That's why she couldn't poison him, because she knew he wanted her to kiss him even if it was just to get him out of her way so she could help her other team mates. She suddenly remembered she had a meeting with the boy at the park at ten. She didn't know if he would be there, but she would go just in case. She had to see him, she wanted him, needed him.
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John was talking to Lance about the fight. He was a bit confused as to why Venus and One eye had been fighting. It had both surprised him that she was even acting in such a manner; she didn't seem like the type of person to get angry. He hadn't heard the whole argument; he had entered in on the ending of it. Lance had been there from almost the beginning, because they were to busy fighting than to pay attention to their assignment. Lance had told him that Damia was telling Summers off intensely. Also he told him that the conversation was about John and his association with Magneto, and him and Damia. John was shocked that Damia had even stood up for him. He knew that he had to talk with her. He remembered their battle, and he cringed at the memory. He felt horrible for hurting her, and wanted to see if she was alright. He would later tonight, Damia had asked him to meet her later, and he prayed that she would be there.
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There was a light tap on Rogue's bedroom door, and she got up sense her room mate didn't awaken to the sound. She glanced at her clock, it was nine thirty ^^Who would be knocking this late? ^^ She opened the door quietly and saw Damia standing there in her sweat pants, and white beater, with a rain jacket around her.
Rogue looked at her curiously "What are ya doin here?"
Damia walked entered the room looking at Rogue, her eyes pleading "Can you help me get out of here?"
Rogue was startled by her question "Why?"
"I told John to meet me at the park at ten." She replied. "Can you help me get out of the mansion?"
Rogue was the expert at escaping from the mansion unnoticed; a small smile crossed the Goths lips. "Sure sugah."
Rogue explained how the camera's worked and the best route to take. Damia listened intently thankful that Rogue had decided to help her. When Rogue had finished explaining on how to exit the mansion without trouble; Damia jumped out of Rogue's window, and to the tree next to it. She landed silently and then leaped to the ground. She waited for a second, and then ran at a pace that would've put Quicksilver in the dust. Finally she was out of the confines.
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John waited silently sitting on the top of the picnic table, watching for any movement in the area around him. It was still raining hard, but he had brought a jacket. Suddenly he saw a shadow in the distance; it seemed to be moving quickly. When the figure got closer he could she the shape. It was a female, and she was headed straight to him. He knew who it was; Damia. As she came closer John leaped off the table top and ran to the figure. When they were close, they just stared at one another, not speaking.
Damia broke the silence "Hello." She had no clue what to say.
He looked at her, she looked alright. A thought tugged at his mind so he voiced it "How's your arm, love?"
She looked at it for a moment, it was hurting they had left quickly and she hadn't had time to put some water on it. She decided that sense it was raining that she should take off he coat. She winced as the coat slid off her arm. The burn felt like thousands of needles poking at her skin, when it was touched. She let the water drop on her arm, it felt good against her skin, and it she could feel the wound healing.
"Bloody hell!" John said when he saw the burn. He reached out to touch it, but she pulled away. "I'm sorry." He muttered.
"Yeah, what did we expect? It would eventually happen." She told him.
He knew what she meant but, he still felt bad. "It seems the Adam's ale (water) is helping." He pointed out.
She nodded. "That's why I asked for it to rain."
He looked confused "You mean Storm? Why?"
"Because I knew that it would disable you, and that you would have to fight me, so I was prepared." She told him.
"I never wanted." He trailed off.
"Are you alright?" she asked, gesturing to his shoulder where her whip cut him, she reached for the shoulder, but he took her hand in his.
"She'll be apples." (It will be okay.) He caressed her hand with his.
"Will it?" She asked tears came to her eyes.
He nodded; he never wanted to have to fight her again. He knew that she didn't either. "I've wanted to ask," He began.
She knew this was coming. Why hadn't she poisoned him? "I just couldn't, you were already down. Why make you unconscious?"
"But you still made it pash." (Made the kiss passionate) He smiled at her.
She blushed, it was dark but he could still tell. The moon gave enough light, even with the water from the rain dropping on his face trying to blur his vision.
They just stared at each other for a moment. He leaned in, putting his lips to hers for the fourth time. She accepted the gesture, all the thoughts that were running through her head suddenly stopped with his action. All she thought of was him, and how much she cared for him.
When he broke the kiss, he looked around then back to her, and led her to the picnic table. He wanted her, she wanted him, and that meant one thing. But somehow this was different. John had been with many women before, but he had never felt like this for a female. When she was with him, even in a non sexual way he felt happiness fill his soul, and he loved it. It was like life was heightened when he was with her.
She lay back on the table, his body covering hers. He kissed her passionately, caressed her skin, played with her hair. She felt him inside her, and she remembered the song she was listening to earlier. She suddenly realized why she cared for him so much because every time she was with him she felt alive, more than before. He brought her to life, and she loved him for it.
----- Please Review. Thanks! ~Alana ------
Chapter Five: Bring Me to Life
On the way back home from the fight, Venus and Cyclops both stood in silence, not a word spoken, not even a look at anyone else. Both were mad at the other, Damia at Scott for not letting her see John, and Scott at Damia for wanting to be with John and arguing with him. None of the other members thought it was neither a good idea nor a safe one to confront the two about the tiff. When they had landed at the mansion both went straight to their rooms and shut the door, keeping the others out.
Damia changed into some sweats and a white beater, and lay on her bed to think. She wasn't quite sure what to do about Scott but she did know what to do about John. She knew that they were enemies, but not by choice. She wished she could explain that to Scott but he had a one track mind. Damia got off the bed to turn on some music. She picked out a cd, and put it into the player and pressed play. It was her favorite American band, Rogue had introduced them to her, and they were called Evanescence. She liked the song 'Bring Me to Life'; she thought it matched her situation perfectly. She listened to the words each one going strait to her heart. Especially the part 'how can you see into my eyes like open doors, leading you down into my core.' That's the way she felt when she was with John. He knew what she wanted, and how she felt. That's why she couldn't poison him, because she knew he wanted her to kiss him even if it was just to get him out of her way so she could help her other team mates. She suddenly remembered she had a meeting with the boy at the park at ten. She didn't know if he would be there, but she would go just in case. She had to see him, she wanted him, needed him.
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John was talking to Lance about the fight. He was a bit confused as to why Venus and One eye had been fighting. It had both surprised him that she was even acting in such a manner; she didn't seem like the type of person to get angry. He hadn't heard the whole argument; he had entered in on the ending of it. Lance had been there from almost the beginning, because they were to busy fighting than to pay attention to their assignment. Lance had told him that Damia was telling Summers off intensely. Also he told him that the conversation was about John and his association with Magneto, and him and Damia. John was shocked that Damia had even stood up for him. He knew that he had to talk with her. He remembered their battle, and he cringed at the memory. He felt horrible for hurting her, and wanted to see if she was alright. He would later tonight, Damia had asked him to meet her later, and he prayed that she would be there.
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There was a light tap on Rogue's bedroom door, and she got up sense her room mate didn't awaken to the sound. She glanced at her clock, it was nine thirty ^^Who would be knocking this late? ^^ She opened the door quietly and saw Damia standing there in her sweat pants, and white beater, with a rain jacket around her.
Rogue looked at her curiously "What are ya doin here?"
Damia walked entered the room looking at Rogue, her eyes pleading "Can you help me get out of here?"
Rogue was startled by her question "Why?"
"I told John to meet me at the park at ten." She replied. "Can you help me get out of the mansion?"
Rogue was the expert at escaping from the mansion unnoticed; a small smile crossed the Goths lips. "Sure sugah."
Rogue explained how the camera's worked and the best route to take. Damia listened intently thankful that Rogue had decided to help her. When Rogue had finished explaining on how to exit the mansion without trouble; Damia jumped out of Rogue's window, and to the tree next to it. She landed silently and then leaped to the ground. She waited for a second, and then ran at a pace that would've put Quicksilver in the dust. Finally she was out of the confines.
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
John waited silently sitting on the top of the picnic table, watching for any movement in the area around him. It was still raining hard, but he had brought a jacket. Suddenly he saw a shadow in the distance; it seemed to be moving quickly. When the figure got closer he could she the shape. It was a female, and she was headed straight to him. He knew who it was; Damia. As she came closer John leaped off the table top and ran to the figure. When they were close, they just stared at one another, not speaking.
Damia broke the silence "Hello." She had no clue what to say.
He looked at her, she looked alright. A thought tugged at his mind so he voiced it "How's your arm, love?"
She looked at it for a moment, it was hurting they had left quickly and she hadn't had time to put some water on it. She decided that sense it was raining that she should take off he coat. She winced as the coat slid off her arm. The burn felt like thousands of needles poking at her skin, when it was touched. She let the water drop on her arm, it felt good against her skin, and it she could feel the wound healing.
"Bloody hell!" John said when he saw the burn. He reached out to touch it, but she pulled away. "I'm sorry." He muttered.
"Yeah, what did we expect? It would eventually happen." She told him.
He knew what she meant but, he still felt bad. "It seems the Adam's ale (water) is helping." He pointed out.
She nodded. "That's why I asked for it to rain."
He looked confused "You mean Storm? Why?"
"Because I knew that it would disable you, and that you would have to fight me, so I was prepared." She told him.
"I never wanted." He trailed off.
"Are you alright?" she asked, gesturing to his shoulder where her whip cut him, she reached for the shoulder, but he took her hand in his.
"She'll be apples." (It will be okay.) He caressed her hand with his.
"Will it?" She asked tears came to her eyes.
He nodded; he never wanted to have to fight her again. He knew that she didn't either. "I've wanted to ask," He began.
She knew this was coming. Why hadn't she poisoned him? "I just couldn't, you were already down. Why make you unconscious?"
"But you still made it pash." (Made the kiss passionate) He smiled at her.
She blushed, it was dark but he could still tell. The moon gave enough light, even with the water from the rain dropping on his face trying to blur his vision.
They just stared at each other for a moment. He leaned in, putting his lips to hers for the fourth time. She accepted the gesture, all the thoughts that were running through her head suddenly stopped with his action. All she thought of was him, and how much she cared for him.
When he broke the kiss, he looked around then back to her, and led her to the picnic table. He wanted her, she wanted him, and that meant one thing. But somehow this was different. John had been with many women before, but he had never felt like this for a female. When she was with him, even in a non sexual way he felt happiness fill his soul, and he loved it. It was like life was heightened when he was with her.
She lay back on the table, his body covering hers. He kissed her passionately, caressed her skin, played with her hair. She felt him inside her, and she remembered the song she was listening to earlier. She suddenly realized why she cared for him so much because every time she was with him she felt alive, more than before. He brought her to life, and she loved him for it.
----- Please Review. Thanks! ~Alana ------