So, Middie and Brittany eighty-sixed the ghost town, and Veronica is having
trouble with Legato. Not that she didn't like Legato, it was just, it
didn't seem right to her.
"What do you want me to do?" Veronica said shakily.
"Hold still," Legato pulled a small shurkien from his jacket pocket. He traced her cheekbone with his index finger and cut her just beneath it. She wasn't sure what he was trying to do, but it scared her. "There, it suits you perfectly." She felt the blood trickle down her face and onto her neck. She reached up to touch the wound, but Legato grabbed her hand on its way up. "No, don't touch it."
"What's the matter with you?"she asked, outraged.
"I like the smell of blood," he grinned, it was a chilling, cold grin.
"Really?" she asked rolling her eyes.
He grabbed her shoulder gently with one hand, and with the other, ran two fingers in the blood from her wound. He gently touched them to her lips. "I like the smell, the appearance, even the taste of it." He leaned forward to kiss her, but she pulled back.
"I-I can't," she stuttered, looking at her feet.
Legato's eyes narrowed. "I'm growing very impatient with you."
"I am my own," she said almost in a whisper.
"You don't understand, do you?" Legato said without raising his voice. "I can make you if I wanted."
"Why don't you then?"
"Takes all the fun out of it," he said cooly. By now some of the blood had fallen to the collar of Veronica's white shirt. "Do you fear me?"
"You're the mind reader..." she said lowly. Legato's eyes narrowed.
"I want to hear you say it."
"No, I only fear what you'll do to me."
"Bold words for someone in your position," he said in a low growl.
"Would you rather me lie?" she asked looking up at him. "Tell you everything you want to hear, no matter how untruthful it may be? I only aim for you to know me."
"You couldn't be scared of what I can do to you, if you speak the way you do," Legato said removing his hand from her shoulder.
"Do you want me to fear you, is that it?" she asked without raising her tone.
Legato removed his hand from her shoulder. "It would be an improvement." He slid his finger down the course of the blood down her neck. "I'm used to it. Not so much as the fear that I like, mainly respect, do you understand?" Veronica said nothing. "Answer me," he said without lifting his voice.
"I understand," she said flatly. "If that is what you want, I'll have to get used to it. Just grant me this one thing, please." Legato gave her a look of question. "Let me adapt first, then you can have what you want."
"You're not in a position to make requests, but I'll think about it." Legato looked off to the side. "Great..." he said in a low growl, "Midvalley and the bitch with the shurbert have disappeared."
"What did you enjoy more, the kiss or the shurbert," Veronica said teasingly.
"The shurbert, I actually wanted that. Where do you think they've gone off to, anyway?"
"Brittany probably took him to the house- uh- the city, that's it," Veronica said finally able to breathe right.
"There's a city around here?"
"Where else would you get two pints of ice cream?" How dense can you get?
"What was that?" he said looking her square in the eyes, eyebrows raised.
"Ice cream doesn't materialize in thin air," she said slowly and insultingly. Legato raised the back of his hand, (A/N: the right one, folks! .^_^ ----Knives!) but he caught himself and put it back down when she raised her arms in front of her face.
"Take me, then." Veronica lowered her arms and looked at his calm expression, sighing inwardly.
"Alright,"she succumbed. "Follow me, it's only a tweenty minute walk from here."
"Then why can't I see it?"
"It's underground, not too many outsiders know about it," she said as they neared the end of the road. "This way," she said turning left behind what used to be an inn. "We'll have to go into the cellar back here, the road is underground also."
"Why is the city underground?" Legato asked.
"Total slaughter... Total slaughter... I won't leave a single man alive," Veronica sang under her breath. "Because there's less heat underground, and we'll all end up there anyway."
"Is that a fact?" Leagato asked as Veronica continued humming Genisigh song. Veronica didn't really say anything until they reached the cellar doors in the ground.
"After you," she said pulling one of the doors back, revealing a staircase. He walked in, grabbing her arms in the process to make sure she came.
"What do you want me to do?" Veronica said shakily.
"Hold still," Legato pulled a small shurkien from his jacket pocket. He traced her cheekbone with his index finger and cut her just beneath it. She wasn't sure what he was trying to do, but it scared her. "There, it suits you perfectly." She felt the blood trickle down her face and onto her neck. She reached up to touch the wound, but Legato grabbed her hand on its way up. "No, don't touch it."
"What's the matter with you?"she asked, outraged.
"I like the smell of blood," he grinned, it was a chilling, cold grin.
"Really?" she asked rolling her eyes.
He grabbed her shoulder gently with one hand, and with the other, ran two fingers in the blood from her wound. He gently touched them to her lips. "I like the smell, the appearance, even the taste of it." He leaned forward to kiss her, but she pulled back.
"I-I can't," she stuttered, looking at her feet.
Legato's eyes narrowed. "I'm growing very impatient with you."
"I am my own," she said almost in a whisper.
"You don't understand, do you?" Legato said without raising his voice. "I can make you if I wanted."
"Why don't you then?"
"Takes all the fun out of it," he said cooly. By now some of the blood had fallen to the collar of Veronica's white shirt. "Do you fear me?"
"You're the mind reader..." she said lowly. Legato's eyes narrowed.
"I want to hear you say it."
"No, I only fear what you'll do to me."
"Bold words for someone in your position," he said in a low growl.
"Would you rather me lie?" she asked looking up at him. "Tell you everything you want to hear, no matter how untruthful it may be? I only aim for you to know me."
"You couldn't be scared of what I can do to you, if you speak the way you do," Legato said removing his hand from her shoulder.
"Do you want me to fear you, is that it?" she asked without raising her tone.
Legato removed his hand from her shoulder. "It would be an improvement." He slid his finger down the course of the blood down her neck. "I'm used to it. Not so much as the fear that I like, mainly respect, do you understand?" Veronica said nothing. "Answer me," he said without lifting his voice.
"I understand," she said flatly. "If that is what you want, I'll have to get used to it. Just grant me this one thing, please." Legato gave her a look of question. "Let me adapt first, then you can have what you want."
"You're not in a position to make requests, but I'll think about it." Legato looked off to the side. "Great..." he said in a low growl, "Midvalley and the bitch with the shurbert have disappeared."
"What did you enjoy more, the kiss or the shurbert," Veronica said teasingly.
"The shurbert, I actually wanted that. Where do you think they've gone off to, anyway?"
"Brittany probably took him to the house- uh- the city, that's it," Veronica said finally able to breathe right.
"There's a city around here?"
"Where else would you get two pints of ice cream?" How dense can you get?
"What was that?" he said looking her square in the eyes, eyebrows raised.
"Ice cream doesn't materialize in thin air," she said slowly and insultingly. Legato raised the back of his hand, (A/N: the right one, folks! .^_^ ----Knives!) but he caught himself and put it back down when she raised her arms in front of her face.
"Take me, then." Veronica lowered her arms and looked at his calm expression, sighing inwardly.
"Alright,"she succumbed. "Follow me, it's only a tweenty minute walk from here."
"Then why can't I see it?"
"It's underground, not too many outsiders know about it," she said as they neared the end of the road. "This way," she said turning left behind what used to be an inn. "We'll have to go into the cellar back here, the road is underground also."
"Why is the city underground?" Legato asked.
"Total slaughter... Total slaughter... I won't leave a single man alive," Veronica sang under her breath. "Because there's less heat underground, and we'll all end up there anyway."
"Is that a fact?" Leagato asked as Veronica continued humming Genisigh song. Veronica didn't really say anything until they reached the cellar doors in the ground.
"After you," she said pulling one of the doors back, revealing a staircase. He walked in, grabbing her arms in the process to make sure she came.