Okay here's the chapter many of you were waiting for! Enjoy and Review!
This chapter would not be here this quickly if it weren't for Stelmaria who was such a doll and gave me some ideas to make my brain start working again.
Chapter 13
Cora watched through the rear view mirror as her house grew smaller on the horizon. It felt like her tears would never cease.
"Why did you do it Knives? Why did you destroy all those peoples lives? Why couldn't you just be normal?" she yelled outloud, slamming her hand on the steering wheel.
She drove until she reached a steep ravine. She got out of the truck, slamming the door as hard as she could. Cora stumbled for a moment; too upset to even walk straight. She sat down by the truck, bringing her knees to her chest.
It just didn't make sense. Knives; the one she knew at least, couldn't have killed all those people. It just couldn't be the same person. He was so? So? What was he? She honestly didn't know. He was caring, but in a weird twisted way. He was affectionate, but again in a way that was all his own. And he showed this part of himself only to her.
Why? Why did he choose her of all people?!
What would she do with him? She laid her head on her knees, breathing deeply. Her thoughts drifted to the night before.
He had been so gentle, so tender. She could still feel his strong arms around her and the silkiness of his hair on her fingertips. New tears welled in her eyes, just thinking of the night before made her feel worse. Just when she thought she was getting close to him this had to happen!
She sat there on the edge of the ravine for hours, silently thinking of the strange man that had entered her life.
He had tried to kill her, but turned around saved her when she was in trouble.
He had pushed her away countless times, and then all of a sudden wanted her near.
She leaned her head back on the truck, staring up at the evening sky. She didn't want to go home, then she's have to face him.
She understood his hate for humans, but the destruction of whole towns? She couldn't understand it, and didn't even want to try to.
It was getting late; the stars already beginning to twinkle in the sky. A chill ran through her as the cold night air set in.
She'd have to go home eventually. Hopefully Knives would be asleep, and she could go unnoticed.
She got back in her truck, and sat there staring at the steering wheel. She had to force herself to drive back home. Wondering what she would say to Knives when she got back.
She was surprised to see the house dark and quiet.
"Good, he's gone to bed." she thought to herself.
She trudged upstairs, tired and achy. She stopped at the top of the stairs; there was something different. Knives, door was open.
"He never keeps his door open." She thought to herself.
She peeked her head in, the bed was still unmade form this morning, and Knives was no where to be found.
Her heart twisted, and a lump formed in her throat. He was gone.
She walked into her room in a daze, not wanting to believe that he had actually left. She dropped her keys on the nightstand and noticed a small letter.
"Oh great, he skips out, and leaves me nothing but a damn note." She almost tore it up, not wanting to read it, but her curiosity got the better of her.
In neat straight penmanship were the words: "went to town"
She breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't left; she hadn't driven him away. She looked at the clock, it was almost midnight. She was curious to see what he'd have to do in town this late at night?
She stopped herself in mid thought, "what if he's gone back to his old ways? What if he was out kil-"
She grabbed her keys and ran to her truck tearing through the dirt filled road towards town.
The town was quiet as she entered. Most of the inhabitant had long since gone to sleep. Walking through the dark town, the only light that could be seen was the soft orangy glow from the bar at the end of town.
"Oh no. Please don't let him be in there." she whispered.
The door of the bar had been propped open, letting the cool night air flow through the bar. It was empty save for a few men quietly hunched over beers. She scanned the room and recognized a familiar face sitting at the far end of the bar, where the light was dimmer.
He was downing whiskey like there was no tomorrow, immediately refilling the bottle after every shot. He looked distant, his face void of emotion.
Cora stepped towards him, but Knives was too interested in emptying the large bottle beside him.
"Knives.." she said quietly.
He looked over at her, and gave her a wobbly smirk, "Hhhlo Cora...swhat er you doin here?" he slurred. His head slightly wavered, as he tried to keep his balance on the barstool.
"You're drunk."
"Yyyep, Imdrunk, drunk drunk drunk." he downed another shot.
"Come on lets go, you shouldn't be here." she took his arm trying to hoist him out of his chair. He pushed her away.
"I don't have a home...hiccup, member Imakiller!" he slurred angrily, "now leemy alone..let me drink in peace." he abandoned the shot glass and started taking generous pulls from the bottle itself.
Cora grabbed the bottle away from him, Knives being too drunk to evade her.
"Knives I'm not joking I've come to take you home. Get up now!" she raised her voice just to make sure she was getting through to him.
"NO...Go home Cora...fergetabout me..just go."
She pulled him up out of the chair, ignoring his ranting.
She threw some money at the bartender and hauled him out of the bar. Cora opened the truck door, waiting for him to get in.
"I'm..hic..not going with you." he said, slowly wavering back and forth, trying to keep himself upright.
"Shut up Knives and get in the damn truck." she yelled.
Knives hiccuped a few more times and half sat, half fell into the truck.
They were silent most of the ride home. Cora not knowing what to say, and Knives too drunk to say anything.
She parked the car outside the house and went around to the passenger side to help Knives out.
He sat there unwilling to move. He was hunched over with his arms crossed, staring at the dashboard.
"Come on let's go." Cora said. Waiting for him to give her his hand.
Except for the occasional hiccup Knives was unwavering. She wasn't going to give in to him that easily.
"Fine have it your way I can stand out here all damn night if you want!" she said sternly, she leaned next to the open door of the truck.
"You know I thought you had left for good." she said quietly, not really sure if he was sober enough to understand what she was saying. "I was out by the ravine all day today, thinking about what to do," she breathed a heavy sigh, "and honestly I have know idea." She kicked the dirt at her feet, watching the dust swirl in the cool night air.
"And then I came home and saw that you were gone. And-- I felt angry that you had left before we could even talk about it. I don't think I could ever understand why you did what you did. And I don't think I could really ever forgive you for destroying all those people's lives. But what I do know is that, in the short time that you've been here you've changed."
She waited to see if he would say anything, nothing but he still stared at the dashboard, "you still hate my kind I know, and I know you always will. I can't change that. You can keep hating us, I can deal with that. I had just hoped that maybe you had changed your mind on obliterating us all."
Still nothing, she was wasting her breath. He was so stubborn, he would never change. She thought he might consider living peacefully with her, but now she knew he wouldn't change for her, or anyone.
"I can see I'm probably wasting my time. I had hoped you'd be capable of showing some mercy, but you're going to do what you want. You can leave whenever you want. Actually, it's probably best that you go soon."
She didn't look at him when she said this. She couldn't look into those eyes of his, it was too much. She was kicking herself for reaching out to him. For being so foolish as to think she could change him. She started to walk slowly to the house.
Cora was a few yards away when she felt him grab her hand. She spun around and looked into his gorgeous blue eyes. He wasn't drunk anymore; in fact he had never looked so sober. The drunken haze had long since disappeared, what remained could only be explained as deep determination.
"Kni-" she didn't get a chance to finish. He pulled her into his embrace and claimed her mouth. She tried to take a step back, but he refused to loosen his grip, in fact it only made him bring her closer to him.
"Oh god..." she thought to herself. She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his golden hair. She wanted to stop him, and ask him what this all meant, but she couldn't. His lips were too soft, his kiss too deep.
His tongue ran across hers in slow lazy motions.
Her stomach dropped, and her knees began to quiver. She was starting to loose the ability to stand. He gathered her up, one strong arm encircling her waste, keeping her close to him, not letting her collapse. The other hand snaked into her dark hair, letting the soft silky tendrils entwine his fingers. He did all this without breaking their kiss.
Knives was dizzy with the sensations that overwhelmed him.
The heat of her body so close to his....
The smell of her hair......
Her salty-sweet taste.......
It was all too much and yet it would never be enough.
He kissed her deeply, taking his time, relishing every second. Memorizing every part of her mouth in his head.
She was kissing him in return now, each of them exploring, tasting, searching.
Knives finally broke their kiss, instantly missing the feel of her lips on his.
They locked eyes, both gasping as precious air filled their empty lungs. They stood embraced in silence reveling in the moment. A breeze flew past them cooling their perspiring bodies making Cora shiver; Knives drew her closer to him.
"So warm." she thought to herself.
"I-I" Knives gulped, the ability to speak evading him, "want to stay," he breathed heavily for a moment, "but only if you'll let me. I want to be with you."
Cora stilled herself. He had heard every word she had said by the truck. She rose on her tiptoes, and kissed his lips once more.
"I want you to stay. "
That was all he needed to hear. He enveloped her in his embrace, glad to be tasting her lips again.
Oh yeah Knives way OOC, but that's the point. I hope you all liked it. It was a tough thing to write.
This chapter would not be here this quickly if it weren't for Stelmaria who was such a doll and gave me some ideas to make my brain start working again.
Chapter 13
Cora watched through the rear view mirror as her house grew smaller on the horizon. It felt like her tears would never cease.
"Why did you do it Knives? Why did you destroy all those peoples lives? Why couldn't you just be normal?" she yelled outloud, slamming her hand on the steering wheel.
She drove until she reached a steep ravine. She got out of the truck, slamming the door as hard as she could. Cora stumbled for a moment; too upset to even walk straight. She sat down by the truck, bringing her knees to her chest.
It just didn't make sense. Knives; the one she knew at least, couldn't have killed all those people. It just couldn't be the same person. He was so? So? What was he? She honestly didn't know. He was caring, but in a weird twisted way. He was affectionate, but again in a way that was all his own. And he showed this part of himself only to her.
Why? Why did he choose her of all people?!
What would she do with him? She laid her head on her knees, breathing deeply. Her thoughts drifted to the night before.
He had been so gentle, so tender. She could still feel his strong arms around her and the silkiness of his hair on her fingertips. New tears welled in her eyes, just thinking of the night before made her feel worse. Just when she thought she was getting close to him this had to happen!
She sat there on the edge of the ravine for hours, silently thinking of the strange man that had entered her life.
He had tried to kill her, but turned around saved her when she was in trouble.
He had pushed her away countless times, and then all of a sudden wanted her near.
She leaned her head back on the truck, staring up at the evening sky. She didn't want to go home, then she's have to face him.
She understood his hate for humans, but the destruction of whole towns? She couldn't understand it, and didn't even want to try to.
It was getting late; the stars already beginning to twinkle in the sky. A chill ran through her as the cold night air set in.
She'd have to go home eventually. Hopefully Knives would be asleep, and she could go unnoticed.
She got back in her truck, and sat there staring at the steering wheel. She had to force herself to drive back home. Wondering what she would say to Knives when she got back.
She was surprised to see the house dark and quiet.
"Good, he's gone to bed." she thought to herself.
She trudged upstairs, tired and achy. She stopped at the top of the stairs; there was something different. Knives, door was open.
"He never keeps his door open." She thought to herself.
She peeked her head in, the bed was still unmade form this morning, and Knives was no where to be found.
Her heart twisted, and a lump formed in her throat. He was gone.
She walked into her room in a daze, not wanting to believe that he had actually left. She dropped her keys on the nightstand and noticed a small letter.
"Oh great, he skips out, and leaves me nothing but a damn note." She almost tore it up, not wanting to read it, but her curiosity got the better of her.
In neat straight penmanship were the words: "went to town"
She breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't left; she hadn't driven him away. She looked at the clock, it was almost midnight. She was curious to see what he'd have to do in town this late at night?
She stopped herself in mid thought, "what if he's gone back to his old ways? What if he was out kil-"
She grabbed her keys and ran to her truck tearing through the dirt filled road towards town.
The town was quiet as she entered. Most of the inhabitant had long since gone to sleep. Walking through the dark town, the only light that could be seen was the soft orangy glow from the bar at the end of town.
"Oh no. Please don't let him be in there." she whispered.
The door of the bar had been propped open, letting the cool night air flow through the bar. It was empty save for a few men quietly hunched over beers. She scanned the room and recognized a familiar face sitting at the far end of the bar, where the light was dimmer.
He was downing whiskey like there was no tomorrow, immediately refilling the bottle after every shot. He looked distant, his face void of emotion.
Cora stepped towards him, but Knives was too interested in emptying the large bottle beside him.
"Knives.." she said quietly.
He looked over at her, and gave her a wobbly smirk, "Hhhlo Cora...swhat er you doin here?" he slurred. His head slightly wavered, as he tried to keep his balance on the barstool.
"You're drunk."
"Yyyep, Imdrunk, drunk drunk drunk." he downed another shot.
"Come on lets go, you shouldn't be here." she took his arm trying to hoist him out of his chair. He pushed her away.
"I don't have a home...hiccup, member Imakiller!" he slurred angrily, "now leemy alone..let me drink in peace." he abandoned the shot glass and started taking generous pulls from the bottle itself.
Cora grabbed the bottle away from him, Knives being too drunk to evade her.
"Knives I'm not joking I've come to take you home. Get up now!" she raised her voice just to make sure she was getting through to him.
"NO...Go home Cora...fergetabout me..just go."
She pulled him up out of the chair, ignoring his ranting.
She threw some money at the bartender and hauled him out of the bar. Cora opened the truck door, waiting for him to get in.
"I'm..hic..not going with you." he said, slowly wavering back and forth, trying to keep himself upright.
"Shut up Knives and get in the damn truck." she yelled.
Knives hiccuped a few more times and half sat, half fell into the truck.
They were silent most of the ride home. Cora not knowing what to say, and Knives too drunk to say anything.
She parked the car outside the house and went around to the passenger side to help Knives out.
He sat there unwilling to move. He was hunched over with his arms crossed, staring at the dashboard.
"Come on let's go." Cora said. Waiting for him to give her his hand.
Except for the occasional hiccup Knives was unwavering. She wasn't going to give in to him that easily.
"Fine have it your way I can stand out here all damn night if you want!" she said sternly, she leaned next to the open door of the truck.
"You know I thought you had left for good." she said quietly, not really sure if he was sober enough to understand what she was saying. "I was out by the ravine all day today, thinking about what to do," she breathed a heavy sigh, "and honestly I have know idea." She kicked the dirt at her feet, watching the dust swirl in the cool night air.
"And then I came home and saw that you were gone. And-- I felt angry that you had left before we could even talk about it. I don't think I could ever understand why you did what you did. And I don't think I could really ever forgive you for destroying all those people's lives. But what I do know is that, in the short time that you've been here you've changed."
She waited to see if he would say anything, nothing but he still stared at the dashboard, "you still hate my kind I know, and I know you always will. I can't change that. You can keep hating us, I can deal with that. I had just hoped that maybe you had changed your mind on obliterating us all."
Still nothing, she was wasting her breath. He was so stubborn, he would never change. She thought he might consider living peacefully with her, but now she knew he wouldn't change for her, or anyone.
"I can see I'm probably wasting my time. I had hoped you'd be capable of showing some mercy, but you're going to do what you want. You can leave whenever you want. Actually, it's probably best that you go soon."
She didn't look at him when she said this. She couldn't look into those eyes of his, it was too much. She was kicking herself for reaching out to him. For being so foolish as to think she could change him. She started to walk slowly to the house.
Cora was a few yards away when she felt him grab her hand. She spun around and looked into his gorgeous blue eyes. He wasn't drunk anymore; in fact he had never looked so sober. The drunken haze had long since disappeared, what remained could only be explained as deep determination.
"Kni-" she didn't get a chance to finish. He pulled her into his embrace and claimed her mouth. She tried to take a step back, but he refused to loosen his grip, in fact it only made him bring her closer to him.
"Oh god..." she thought to herself. She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his golden hair. She wanted to stop him, and ask him what this all meant, but she couldn't. His lips were too soft, his kiss too deep.
His tongue ran across hers in slow lazy motions.
Her stomach dropped, and her knees began to quiver. She was starting to loose the ability to stand. He gathered her up, one strong arm encircling her waste, keeping her close to him, not letting her collapse. The other hand snaked into her dark hair, letting the soft silky tendrils entwine his fingers. He did all this without breaking their kiss.
Knives was dizzy with the sensations that overwhelmed him.
The heat of her body so close to his....
The smell of her hair......
Her salty-sweet taste.......
It was all too much and yet it would never be enough.
He kissed her deeply, taking his time, relishing every second. Memorizing every part of her mouth in his head.
She was kissing him in return now, each of them exploring, tasting, searching.
Knives finally broke their kiss, instantly missing the feel of her lips on his.
They locked eyes, both gasping as precious air filled their empty lungs. They stood embraced in silence reveling in the moment. A breeze flew past them cooling their perspiring bodies making Cora shiver; Knives drew her closer to him.
"So warm." she thought to herself.
"I-I" Knives gulped, the ability to speak evading him, "want to stay," he breathed heavily for a moment, "but only if you'll let me. I want to be with you."
Cora stilled herself. He had heard every word she had said by the truck. She rose on her tiptoes, and kissed his lips once more.
"I want you to stay. "
That was all he needed to hear. He enveloped her in his embrace, glad to be tasting her lips again.
Oh yeah Knives way OOC, but that's the point. I hope you all liked it. It was a tough thing to write.