Chapter Black Out
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Rory was about to tap Kathy on the shoulder, when suddenly the power went out. Screams filled the air, people started pushing, panicking. 'What the hell was happening?'
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The pushing, shoving, crying and screaming were getting on Rory's last nervous, as she wandered around in the darkness. Something needed to be done about all of this fuss. As if her mind was read, a small light arose to the room. On a table, stood Megan Hofner, the party's host, asking everyone for attention. She lit numerous candles in the room and was holding a large flashlight. She wasn't exactly one to know how to get attention and she began getting frustrated.
Walking over and joining Megan on the table, he screamed. "Yo!"
Everyone swung his or her attention toward the table in surrender.
"Listen up!" Tristan ordered, taking over for Megan's inability to be in charge. "There's a black out in the whole city. Everybody must stay calm and stay in the building. The black out should only last a couple days." Sighs and cries were heard among the people. "I know, I know." Tristan said with an exaggerated sigh. "There's plenty of food, sleeping space upstairs, and we'll all be fine. That's if everyone's willing to cooperate. If you aren't willing to cooperate, see your way out, or answer to me. Everyone clear?" Confidently, he arched his eyebrow, waiting for some answers. Respectful nods and mumbles filled the room. "In case you don't know me I'm Tristan."
All the girls in the room giggled.
"Of course everybody knows you man!" A guys voice spoke up.
Tristan smirked, that signature 'I'm the best you've ever laid eyes on' smirk. Causing Rory's knees to go weak, she missed his confidence. He would always be the egotistical, fun loving, adventurous, king of all women that she'd known for a long time. Except now, she found that he has a heart and works very mysterious upon using it.
"Well in that case." He grinned wildly. "Gentle men have fun, ladies line up." With that he chuckled and jumped off the table, leaving a very satisfied Megan on radar. She looked at his retreating figure and smiled deviously. This was going to be one hell of a time.
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He turned to stare into her green eyes. She was utterly worded beautiful and often he would sit, staring at her wondering why god created such an angel. The look in her eyes burned with sympathy or apology. He couldn't tell what she was thinking. Her brow scrunched up and her auroras darkened. She took his breath away when she smiled and caused the butterflies that he hadn't felt for a while. The butterflies that could only be caused by 'the one and only' Rory-now were being caused by her. Jennifer-Lee Ventura. She flat out contained the word essence and her grace was overwhelming.
Snapping out of his present state of tranquility he looked in her eyes. They were pleading for him to understand. "Can - can we talk?" She asked again, this time letting Tristan actually hear her.
His words were caught in his throat and he wanted to decline-to tell her she was right and she should move on. But he wouldn't let go; he couldn't- not of someone that caused such a feeling.
Simply he just gave a nod and followed her upstairs. Upon entering the dimly lit room, she sat down on the bed, gesturing for him to follow. Awkward silence filled the air, clammy sticky hands and frustrated faces.
"What is it?" he spoke, trying to reduce his attitude.
She gave a light warm-hearted smile. "Tristan, I don't want you to be scared. I know how you feel and I also know how I feel." She sighed, not the least hint of aggravation in her voice, just a for-fitting tone. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I yelled, called you names and -- I'm just sorry." Looking down, as if her feet were suddenly interesting. "I know that it wasn't the greatest thing in the world-causing a scene in front of everyone. But I just - I just didn't understand."
He burrowed his eyebrow, lightly picking up her hand, entwining their fingers. Lifting up her chin, to look in her eyes and reassure her that everything's fine. He kissed her gently, on the cheek, not motioning for any kind of sexual activities, just pure acknowledgment and forgiveness.
"There's no reason to say sorry."
"But-." She started
Bringing a finger up to her lip, stopping her from going any further. "Sh." Tristan gently smiled, low tone and comforting gesture.
"Can you just hold me?" Uneasily she asked, as if it would be a big mistake even thinking it.
He looked in her eyes, searching for something, anything, an emotion he's never seen. What was happening? He shook it off, laying her down on the bed and positioning beside her. He put his arms around her, staring her straight in the eyes, her back at him. They didn't have to say another word, just relax. He didn't have to search any longer; he knew exactly what she was feeling. What she was doing. Why? Why would she want to do such a thing? Why would she let him breathe?
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She searched everywhere, high and low. Where could he possibly be? She needed to talk to him, really look into his eyes and tell him. She needed him to be there, she wanted him there. But-she couldn't find him. The dark didn't help at all, not to mention the mansion was huge.
Opening the door, she slowly walked inside, what would be almost the last room in the mansion. In her conquest, she discovered him, doing whatever he was doing to-her. Rory gasped lightly, causing the two lovers to turn in surprise.
His heart raced, all the circulation in his body stopped, the veins failed to move blood and he ran out of air. He quickly looked in Rory's eyes, searching for emotion. Looking back at Jenny, who was sitting up now, uncomfortable?
Rory choked out the words, "I'm sorry." Muttering something like 'didn't know you both were in here' and quickly evacuated the room.
Tristan looked at the door, still imagining her standing in that spot, looking devastated, even after she already disappeared into the darkness. Looking back at Jenny, who avoided his eyes, sighing, he laid back down. Grabbing her hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it lightly. She backed away from his touch, squeezing her hand with her other. He tried to look into her fragile, hopeless eyes, trying to question her gesture. Her cold touch, her lack of tenderness.
She finally met his gaze, whispering apologizes for her lack of sweet nothings. Telling him a story with her auroras. Painfully gesturing him to leave, to walk way and never look back. Right at that moment she lost it. Lost the essence that filled her body, the essence that kept her strong. Right then he knew, what she wanted from him, what she wanted of him. Right then he knew she truly cared about him.
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Dun Dun Dun
Sort of cliff hanger ish??? Huh?
I know there wasn't barely any dialog but hey sue me! Lol! I enjoyed writing this chapter. Don't worry the bitter sarcasm will return ladies and gents. but for now keep in tune.
Authors note: Enjoy! Review please!
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Rory was about to tap Kathy on the shoulder, when suddenly the power went out. Screams filled the air, people started pushing, panicking. 'What the hell was happening?'
* * * *
The pushing, shoving, crying and screaming were getting on Rory's last nervous, as she wandered around in the darkness. Something needed to be done about all of this fuss. As if her mind was read, a small light arose to the room. On a table, stood Megan Hofner, the party's host, asking everyone for attention. She lit numerous candles in the room and was holding a large flashlight. She wasn't exactly one to know how to get attention and she began getting frustrated.
Walking over and joining Megan on the table, he screamed. "Yo!"
Everyone swung his or her attention toward the table in surrender.
"Listen up!" Tristan ordered, taking over for Megan's inability to be in charge. "There's a black out in the whole city. Everybody must stay calm and stay in the building. The black out should only last a couple days." Sighs and cries were heard among the people. "I know, I know." Tristan said with an exaggerated sigh. "There's plenty of food, sleeping space upstairs, and we'll all be fine. That's if everyone's willing to cooperate. If you aren't willing to cooperate, see your way out, or answer to me. Everyone clear?" Confidently, he arched his eyebrow, waiting for some answers. Respectful nods and mumbles filled the room. "In case you don't know me I'm Tristan."
All the girls in the room giggled.
"Of course everybody knows you man!" A guys voice spoke up.
Tristan smirked, that signature 'I'm the best you've ever laid eyes on' smirk. Causing Rory's knees to go weak, she missed his confidence. He would always be the egotistical, fun loving, adventurous, king of all women that she'd known for a long time. Except now, she found that he has a heart and works very mysterious upon using it.
"Well in that case." He grinned wildly. "Gentle men have fun, ladies line up." With that he chuckled and jumped off the table, leaving a very satisfied Megan on radar. She looked at his retreating figure and smiled deviously. This was going to be one hell of a time.
* * * * * * *
He turned to stare into her green eyes. She was utterly worded beautiful and often he would sit, staring at her wondering why god created such an angel. The look in her eyes burned with sympathy or apology. He couldn't tell what she was thinking. Her brow scrunched up and her auroras darkened. She took his breath away when she smiled and caused the butterflies that he hadn't felt for a while. The butterflies that could only be caused by 'the one and only' Rory-now were being caused by her. Jennifer-Lee Ventura. She flat out contained the word essence and her grace was overwhelming.
Snapping out of his present state of tranquility he looked in her eyes. They were pleading for him to understand. "Can - can we talk?" She asked again, this time letting Tristan actually hear her.
His words were caught in his throat and he wanted to decline-to tell her she was right and she should move on. But he wouldn't let go; he couldn't- not of someone that caused such a feeling.
Simply he just gave a nod and followed her upstairs. Upon entering the dimly lit room, she sat down on the bed, gesturing for him to follow. Awkward silence filled the air, clammy sticky hands and frustrated faces.
"What is it?" he spoke, trying to reduce his attitude.
She gave a light warm-hearted smile. "Tristan, I don't want you to be scared. I know how you feel and I also know how I feel." She sighed, not the least hint of aggravation in her voice, just a for-fitting tone. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I yelled, called you names and -- I'm just sorry." Looking down, as if her feet were suddenly interesting. "I know that it wasn't the greatest thing in the world-causing a scene in front of everyone. But I just - I just didn't understand."
He burrowed his eyebrow, lightly picking up her hand, entwining their fingers. Lifting up her chin, to look in her eyes and reassure her that everything's fine. He kissed her gently, on the cheek, not motioning for any kind of sexual activities, just pure acknowledgment and forgiveness.
"There's no reason to say sorry."
"But-." She started
Bringing a finger up to her lip, stopping her from going any further. "Sh." Tristan gently smiled, low tone and comforting gesture.
"Can you just hold me?" Uneasily she asked, as if it would be a big mistake even thinking it.
He looked in her eyes, searching for something, anything, an emotion he's never seen. What was happening? He shook it off, laying her down on the bed and positioning beside her. He put his arms around her, staring her straight in the eyes, her back at him. They didn't have to say another word, just relax. He didn't have to search any longer; he knew exactly what she was feeling. What she was doing. Why? Why would she want to do such a thing? Why would she let him breathe?
* * * * * *
She searched everywhere, high and low. Where could he possibly be? She needed to talk to him, really look into his eyes and tell him. She needed him to be there, she wanted him there. But-she couldn't find him. The dark didn't help at all, not to mention the mansion was huge.
Opening the door, she slowly walked inside, what would be almost the last room in the mansion. In her conquest, she discovered him, doing whatever he was doing to-her. Rory gasped lightly, causing the two lovers to turn in surprise.
His heart raced, all the circulation in his body stopped, the veins failed to move blood and he ran out of air. He quickly looked in Rory's eyes, searching for emotion. Looking back at Jenny, who was sitting up now, uncomfortable?
Rory choked out the words, "I'm sorry." Muttering something like 'didn't know you both were in here' and quickly evacuated the room.
Tristan looked at the door, still imagining her standing in that spot, looking devastated, even after she already disappeared into the darkness. Looking back at Jenny, who avoided his eyes, sighing, he laid back down. Grabbing her hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it lightly. She backed away from his touch, squeezing her hand with her other. He tried to look into her fragile, hopeless eyes, trying to question her gesture. Her cold touch, her lack of tenderness.
She finally met his gaze, whispering apologizes for her lack of sweet nothings. Telling him a story with her auroras. Painfully gesturing him to leave, to walk way and never look back. Right at that moment she lost it. Lost the essence that filled her body, the essence that kept her strong. Right then he knew, what she wanted from him, what she wanted of him. Right then he knew she truly cared about him.
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Dun Dun Dun
Sort of cliff hanger ish??? Huh?
I know there wasn't barely any dialog but hey sue me! Lol! I enjoyed writing this chapter. Don't worry the bitter sarcasm will return ladies and gents. but for now keep in tune.