Disclaimer: The Nightworld belongs to LJS, um I'm just using it to put the
story into some kind of.I dunno perspective.
Rating: PG ish. Coarse language mainly.
Summary: she hates him, he hates her and they both hate their link or
something to that effect. (I hope)
Him & Her 1/2
She couldn't figure out this feeling in her guts. It was the same feeling she had when she was mesmerised by those horrific images on her TV screen just over a year ago, no matter what channel she turned to they were there, like some kind of sick movie. It was similar to the feeling she had felt when she heard about Bali that lonely weekend at a family friend's. It was that same distinct falling feeling in her stomach. It was. She thought. Disgust and fear mingled inseparably together. But there was no reason for it now. She had called her friends, where she lived with her otherworldly Aunty and her cat freak show and they and their homes were safe for now from that hell-on-earth bush fire that had left unrecognisable wreckage in its charcoaled wake.
Still it was there. That churning loss of appetite that was worse than the butterflies of nervousness that floated uneasily in her stomach when she was anxious. If it was a version of butterflies, they sure as hell didn't float. They sunk like lead, heavily to the metaphoric bottom of her stomach. And kept on sinking.
Her crazed illogical grumpiness was just another symptom of the unreasonable sinking feeling. Her amazing chirpy family eluded her as she had snapped at her mother that was waving some vegetable she despised in front of her face. The heaviness in her stomach had made her brain connect her mother's image of the waving vegetable to someone else. And who did that waving vegetable remind her of?
Indirectly of Him.
His brother. There was never denying that they were related they had the same shape face and the same dusty blonde hair, but this memory had occurred before his sleazy brother had turned up in this shit-hole of a town where her mother had wisely sent her away from to live with her batty Aunty.
Now she was back. And the memories haunted her.
His brother waving a long piece of dowel in front of her eyes during a Tech. Studies class. She had always been so.distant towards her fellow classmates, all twelve of them.
But His brother still made a few attempts of flirting with her. She had never really had the skill of flirting. Her overtures were always covert and they annoyed the hell out of most of the male species, as she had learnt this year, because they never knew where they stood with her.
His brother waved the dowel in front of her face and she had stopped her fake pretence of sanding the wood in front of her and very cautiously looked up at His brother.
His brother was better looking than Him no doubt, but his height had always disappointed her, although he had promise. His brother was short. A short stocky vampire was waving wood in front of her face. Was anything more stupid? She already knew the answer, as she looked up at the sky above, livid with promises of a storm. Only she was more stupid.
She didn't know that he was a vampire but then why would she?
She had reached out she remembered to grab that stick from the boy's hands but he whisked it out of her reach. She glared at him and he smiled playfully back. Dancing the dowel in front of her face again. Damn he was fine, she had thought, and damn he was short.
As shallow as it was, height was always something any man she was interested had to have, and because of her height, well, it was one of the reason she had never had a boyfriend. She wanted a boyfriend that would be able to talk to her face, not her chest though she admitted that a tall guy would probably look down.
She sighed out in the backyard with her thoughts, the purplish and grey storm clouds rolled in almost gently, as if that was in their nature, she huffed mentally. Obscuring the thousands of stars that normally looked down on this pitiable earth. Maybe this was the reason for her foul mood and her sinking stomach. But she doubted it. Storms relaxed her as if they were letting out her bottled up rage for her. She never let rage out, except on those incidents where she had stilled lived here full time. When people were pressing her about her quiet ways and saying she was a nothing person.
Maybe that's why He took an interest in her: because she was nothing.
She wondered why her mother's cheerfulness at the table had triggered off this line of thought she looked into the kitchen window where her own brother was doing dishes. Did He watch His own sister do dishes through their kitchen window? After all they were supposedly meant to have parallel lives. Same but different, she heard His mental voice caress the syllables in the confusion of when they had first realised what He meant to her. What she had meant to Him.
After months of trying to find dirt on her. Trying to persuade her to.agree to a relationship was a good as term as any. Trying to get her. All He had to do was touch her. Skin to skin contact and she had melted.
Sure, they had touched before. His unwanted hand resting almost possessively on her thigh, feeling His body-heat through the denim fabric of her jeans before she promptly stood up, his hand dropping away as she moved as far away as possible from him without being in another classroom or the pressure of His stray hand on her rear through the thick warm material of her best tracky-dacks or the attempted massages at recess of her warm windcheater clad shoulders where she shrugged Him off and told Him as forcible as she could without getting violent to piss off.
Although she hated His attentions, His not so discreet relations with the other girls of this tiny hick town in the middle of the country and she would hate to admit it to anyone; She was flattered.
She snorted at herself, being flattered by that insensitive-self-absorbed- jerk's attentions, but she had nonetheless been flattered and it pained her to admit it. Even to herself.
He had brought out the worse in her, her temper, her snappiness towards anyone and everyone and that lead-sinking feeling in her stomach. And He was suppose to be her other half. He was meant to complete her.
Instead He had left two months after their 'awakening'. She had never liked Him. Never. He was gorgeous and could melt her heart. After all, it was almost like it was his right. One smile from those serpentine lips, a flash of those sharp strong teeth and she was like butter in His sensuously rough hands. But she had never willingly went to those caressing arms. He had used their 'link' to enthral her to His embrace, to His soft tender lips and even occasionally to His bed. Resistance had been futile. Always futile.
She was just another toy to Him. She knew about His toys. She knew He was a vampire and that she; a human was just a toy. Something to break when He got bored and then replace with a new one. For some reason she thought it would be different with her but it didn't matter at all that she was a part of Him.
She remembered the last time she had saw Him. It had been the only public display of affection. Her arms leaning more on His shoulders than holding Him around the neck , she looked down on him. He had been short, like his older brother. Her soulmate was not only younger than her but also shorter. Fates had a weird sense of humour. His blonde hair shined faintly in the tall streetlight, the nighttime sky scattered with twinkling diamonds, a nighttime farewell for her night world soulmate. He looked up at her, is icy-blue eyes somewhat more alert than usually as He pulled her closer and she pulled away.
~Resistance is futile,~
His mind voice penetrated the carefully built fortress that He helped create, in a fleeting moment of charity.
She knew inwardly that He was right; He was so much stronger than her, but still she pulled away from His arms. He let out a quiet chuckle as He snaked his arms up from her hips under her windcheater and shirt, His rough hands gliding up her supple skin sending the tingling connection deep in to her consciousness pulling her closer and closer to Him by her waist. She breathed deeply; trying flush that annoying connection away as He ran one finger along her spine, it sent shivers through her that sent her flying into His glacier-like mind.
~Stop it!~ she demanded, a fiery rage burning up inside her, burning and burning. She would stop Him one day, she promised herself. He would no longer be able to manipulate everything she did to suit Him.
~Admit it. It feels so good~ He purred seductively. ~No. It's time for this to stop. You're leaving tomorrow, and it's time for this to stop~
She felt His anger at her insubordination. How dare she disobey Him? She was vermin.
~I'm your godsdamn fucking soulmate you arse. If anything you're the damned vermin you gutless parasite~ she raged at Him mentally shrieking.
His mind froze over and she forgot how much of a desolate place it was, and the glacier-like mindscape didn't just look like a frozen wasteland, it felt like one.
Then He let go physically dropping her to the ground, tearing her free of His merciless coldness.
She was glad this was goodbye, and hoped it was goodbye forever.
He looked down at her, towering above Her while she sat in a crumpled heap on the ground. The anger in His Antarctic gaze boiled clashing with the icy-blue colour.
"Adios, Senorita." He said in mocking tones as her turned His back
She remembered that she glared with anger at His back, that language was the only thing she had that was sacred to her. That He had never touched.
Now this sinking feeling made her wonder if He had come back. She would know somehow if He had decided to visit this desolate shit-hole that her mother called home and she called the worse year of her life. She remembered now, He had always made her feel like this. She looked around her garden and quickly slipped back inside the house.
Him & Her 1/2
She couldn't figure out this feeling in her guts. It was the same feeling she had when she was mesmerised by those horrific images on her TV screen just over a year ago, no matter what channel she turned to they were there, like some kind of sick movie. It was similar to the feeling she had felt when she heard about Bali that lonely weekend at a family friend's. It was that same distinct falling feeling in her stomach. It was. She thought. Disgust and fear mingled inseparably together. But there was no reason for it now. She had called her friends, where she lived with her otherworldly Aunty and her cat freak show and they and their homes were safe for now from that hell-on-earth bush fire that had left unrecognisable wreckage in its charcoaled wake.
Still it was there. That churning loss of appetite that was worse than the butterflies of nervousness that floated uneasily in her stomach when she was anxious. If it was a version of butterflies, they sure as hell didn't float. They sunk like lead, heavily to the metaphoric bottom of her stomach. And kept on sinking.
Her crazed illogical grumpiness was just another symptom of the unreasonable sinking feeling. Her amazing chirpy family eluded her as she had snapped at her mother that was waving some vegetable she despised in front of her face. The heaviness in her stomach had made her brain connect her mother's image of the waving vegetable to someone else. And who did that waving vegetable remind her of?
Indirectly of Him.
His brother. There was never denying that they were related they had the same shape face and the same dusty blonde hair, but this memory had occurred before his sleazy brother had turned up in this shit-hole of a town where her mother had wisely sent her away from to live with her batty Aunty.
Now she was back. And the memories haunted her.
His brother waving a long piece of dowel in front of her eyes during a Tech. Studies class. She had always been so.distant towards her fellow classmates, all twelve of them.
But His brother still made a few attempts of flirting with her. She had never really had the skill of flirting. Her overtures were always covert and they annoyed the hell out of most of the male species, as she had learnt this year, because they never knew where they stood with her.
His brother waved the dowel in front of her face and she had stopped her fake pretence of sanding the wood in front of her and very cautiously looked up at His brother.
His brother was better looking than Him no doubt, but his height had always disappointed her, although he had promise. His brother was short. A short stocky vampire was waving wood in front of her face. Was anything more stupid? She already knew the answer, as she looked up at the sky above, livid with promises of a storm. Only she was more stupid.
She didn't know that he was a vampire but then why would she?
She had reached out she remembered to grab that stick from the boy's hands but he whisked it out of her reach. She glared at him and he smiled playfully back. Dancing the dowel in front of her face again. Damn he was fine, she had thought, and damn he was short.
As shallow as it was, height was always something any man she was interested had to have, and because of her height, well, it was one of the reason she had never had a boyfriend. She wanted a boyfriend that would be able to talk to her face, not her chest though she admitted that a tall guy would probably look down.
She sighed out in the backyard with her thoughts, the purplish and grey storm clouds rolled in almost gently, as if that was in their nature, she huffed mentally. Obscuring the thousands of stars that normally looked down on this pitiable earth. Maybe this was the reason for her foul mood and her sinking stomach. But she doubted it. Storms relaxed her as if they were letting out her bottled up rage for her. She never let rage out, except on those incidents where she had stilled lived here full time. When people were pressing her about her quiet ways and saying she was a nothing person.
Maybe that's why He took an interest in her: because she was nothing.
She wondered why her mother's cheerfulness at the table had triggered off this line of thought she looked into the kitchen window where her own brother was doing dishes. Did He watch His own sister do dishes through their kitchen window? After all they were supposedly meant to have parallel lives. Same but different, she heard His mental voice caress the syllables in the confusion of when they had first realised what He meant to her. What she had meant to Him.
After months of trying to find dirt on her. Trying to persuade her to.agree to a relationship was a good as term as any. Trying to get her. All He had to do was touch her. Skin to skin contact and she had melted.
Sure, they had touched before. His unwanted hand resting almost possessively on her thigh, feeling His body-heat through the denim fabric of her jeans before she promptly stood up, his hand dropping away as she moved as far away as possible from him without being in another classroom or the pressure of His stray hand on her rear through the thick warm material of her best tracky-dacks or the attempted massages at recess of her warm windcheater clad shoulders where she shrugged Him off and told Him as forcible as she could without getting violent to piss off.
Although she hated His attentions, His not so discreet relations with the other girls of this tiny hick town in the middle of the country and she would hate to admit it to anyone; She was flattered.
She snorted at herself, being flattered by that insensitive-self-absorbed- jerk's attentions, but she had nonetheless been flattered and it pained her to admit it. Even to herself.
He had brought out the worse in her, her temper, her snappiness towards anyone and everyone and that lead-sinking feeling in her stomach. And He was suppose to be her other half. He was meant to complete her.
Instead He had left two months after their 'awakening'. She had never liked Him. Never. He was gorgeous and could melt her heart. After all, it was almost like it was his right. One smile from those serpentine lips, a flash of those sharp strong teeth and she was like butter in His sensuously rough hands. But she had never willingly went to those caressing arms. He had used their 'link' to enthral her to His embrace, to His soft tender lips and even occasionally to His bed. Resistance had been futile. Always futile.
She was just another toy to Him. She knew about His toys. She knew He was a vampire and that she; a human was just a toy. Something to break when He got bored and then replace with a new one. For some reason she thought it would be different with her but it didn't matter at all that she was a part of Him.
She remembered the last time she had saw Him. It had been the only public display of affection. Her arms leaning more on His shoulders than holding Him around the neck , she looked down on him. He had been short, like his older brother. Her soulmate was not only younger than her but also shorter. Fates had a weird sense of humour. His blonde hair shined faintly in the tall streetlight, the nighttime sky scattered with twinkling diamonds, a nighttime farewell for her night world soulmate. He looked up at her, is icy-blue eyes somewhat more alert than usually as He pulled her closer and she pulled away.
~Resistance is futile,~
His mind voice penetrated the carefully built fortress that He helped create, in a fleeting moment of charity.
She knew inwardly that He was right; He was so much stronger than her, but still she pulled away from His arms. He let out a quiet chuckle as He snaked his arms up from her hips under her windcheater and shirt, His rough hands gliding up her supple skin sending the tingling connection deep in to her consciousness pulling her closer and closer to Him by her waist. She breathed deeply; trying flush that annoying connection away as He ran one finger along her spine, it sent shivers through her that sent her flying into His glacier-like mind.
~Stop it!~ she demanded, a fiery rage burning up inside her, burning and burning. She would stop Him one day, she promised herself. He would no longer be able to manipulate everything she did to suit Him.
~Admit it. It feels so good~ He purred seductively. ~No. It's time for this to stop. You're leaving tomorrow, and it's time for this to stop~
She felt His anger at her insubordination. How dare she disobey Him? She was vermin.
~I'm your godsdamn fucking soulmate you arse. If anything you're the damned vermin you gutless parasite~ she raged at Him mentally shrieking.
His mind froze over and she forgot how much of a desolate place it was, and the glacier-like mindscape didn't just look like a frozen wasteland, it felt like one.
Then He let go physically dropping her to the ground, tearing her free of His merciless coldness.
She was glad this was goodbye, and hoped it was goodbye forever.
He looked down at her, towering above Her while she sat in a crumpled heap on the ground. The anger in His Antarctic gaze boiled clashing with the icy-blue colour.
"Adios, Senorita." He said in mocking tones as her turned His back
She remembered that she glared with anger at His back, that language was the only thing she had that was sacred to her. That He had never touched.
Now this sinking feeling made her wonder if He had come back. She would know somehow if He had decided to visit this desolate shit-hole that her mother called home and she called the worse year of her life. She remembered now, He had always made her feel like this. She looked around her garden and quickly slipped back inside the house.