The rain had stopped when Eve awoke. The sky was dark and clear, dotted
with tiny diamond stars. For the first time, as Eve turned over and wrapped
the sheets that she had snuggled her way under, she missed home. Luttrell
was a narrow-minded place but it was still home for her.
Eve rolled over again, gripped the pillows against her breasts, and snuggled against it. They were warm and smelled slightly like laundry detergent and vanilla. Mustering energy, she sat up and lazily began to smooth out the clothes that she had slept in and ran her fingers through her slightly tangled hair. Doubting anyone would still be awake at 1 in the morning, Eve sensed her way down the hallway to the great flight of stairs, but only after taking off her boots at the risk of waking anybody up. The cool wood felt good under her bare feet and she quickly propped her most beloved black cowboy hat at an angle so it was slightly tilted over her right eye.
She padded down the stairs quietly and went to one of the wonderful windows she had seen before that stretched out almost the span of the whole wall. She leaned against it and sighed. The stars were beginning to fade as the lights from the city became more persistent. Eve squinted her pretty eyes against the sky and slowly the lights began to fade in the background and the stars reappeared, the half-hidden moon came from behind the clouds that were magically vanishing and if being shot by a giant sling, bright flaming stars were shooting across the sky. "Having fun kid?" A rough voice from behind her said.
Eve jumped nearly five feet in the air and spun around like a rabbit under a gun. She was faced with the man from earlier that day, she thought she remembered that Charles had called him Logan, but she wasn't sure. "Of course I am," She offered him a winning smile in attempt to cover up her nervousness, but she supposed he had seen right through it. "You know people in New York aren't exactly custom to seeing a full moon on a cloudless night along with a meteor shower." The last few stars were just flying by in the sky and Eve's smile broadened. "I guess not, but it sure is pretty huh?"
Logan slowly began to take Eve in from her head to barefoot toe. "You're from the South aren't you?" It wasn't really a question but Eve nodded anyway. "Yeah I am, Tennessee. What gave it away?" She asked with a smirking smile as she ran an elegant finger around the smooth brim of the hat. "You smell like you'd be from the South, like sunshine and wildflowers, but your hat is a dead giveaway." Eve laughed and watched him steadily from under the brim. "I'm pretty sure I've seen you somewhere else, I recognized you a little when I first got here but I couldn't put my finger on it. You didn't used to fight in cage matches did you?"
He watched her uneasily for a long while until he nodded. "Yeah I did" That was all he said and watched the sky through the window. It was calm and easy now. The clouds slowly moving back into place and the stars faded thanks to light pollution. "So what can you do?" Eve asked him casually as she leaned against the wall and watched him expectantly. "What do you mean?" She shrugged. "Well I mean that if you're in this place then you obviously must have some kick ass power or whatever, so what can you do?" He shook his head. "Not the time or place, but I'll show you some time kid, and you have classes in the morning so I would sleep as much as I can, you have Scott first thing. I'd pray if I were you."
She was about to ask him who Scott was and why she should be worried about that, but as soon as he had appeared he had turned on his heels and walked down the hall and was gone. Eve was just now aware of how cold the hallway was getting, she wrapped her arms around herself but that barely prevented the cold that seemed to seep into her bones and freeze her blood. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to imagine the dark icy hallway into a beautiful tropical beach with the sounds of seagulls and bright lapping blue water on a gold sandy beach. Even though she could feel the sand beneath her toes in the hall and the distant cry of a bird of the wind, the cold was still there in her bones.
Opening her eyes she kicked at a shell that remained on a small patch of golden sand and looked around her nervously, there was no one about and she quickly told herself that she was probably imagining things, that were her job to make things that weren't real appear to be so, she was the Illusionist. She passed her hat from hand to hand, as she went in search for the stairs again. As she touched the first bottom step with her bare feet, she yelped in pain and jumped back. It felt as if she had stepped on wintry razor blades. She looked down at her feet half expecting to see frost encrusted blood seeping from long slits in the flesh.
She headed up the stairs and stubbornly told herself that it wasn't real, that her mind was playing tricks on her, as it liked to do when it was late and she was getting tired. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms to try to ward off the unrelenting unexplainable freeze. Her room wasn't that far away now and she hurried up the stairs, no longer caring about waking anyone up, all Eve wanted was to get away from the phantom chill and under her nice warm safe blankets and snuggle with her guitar until the actual morning.
However, as she rushed up the stairs, she had the eerie sense of being watched, of being followed with someone's eyes rather then the physical person themselves and sometimes that was scarier for Eve, after a few dark instances in Luttrell. She shook her head and almost defiantly placed the hat back on her head and let the door slam shut behind her. She dived under the crimson covers and hugged the ivory plated guitar close to her, it was her one comfort that never let her down. But back down on the landing of the stairs on the first floor, a pair of bright blue eyes with long sandy brown lashes were watching her go. The man that the eyes belonged to began to quietly laugh to himself as he watched Eve turn and bolt up the stairs like she was being chased by the devil himself.
Eve rolled over again, gripped the pillows against her breasts, and snuggled against it. They were warm and smelled slightly like laundry detergent and vanilla. Mustering energy, she sat up and lazily began to smooth out the clothes that she had slept in and ran her fingers through her slightly tangled hair. Doubting anyone would still be awake at 1 in the morning, Eve sensed her way down the hallway to the great flight of stairs, but only after taking off her boots at the risk of waking anybody up. The cool wood felt good under her bare feet and she quickly propped her most beloved black cowboy hat at an angle so it was slightly tilted over her right eye.
She padded down the stairs quietly and went to one of the wonderful windows she had seen before that stretched out almost the span of the whole wall. She leaned against it and sighed. The stars were beginning to fade as the lights from the city became more persistent. Eve squinted her pretty eyes against the sky and slowly the lights began to fade in the background and the stars reappeared, the half-hidden moon came from behind the clouds that were magically vanishing and if being shot by a giant sling, bright flaming stars were shooting across the sky. "Having fun kid?" A rough voice from behind her said.
Eve jumped nearly five feet in the air and spun around like a rabbit under a gun. She was faced with the man from earlier that day, she thought she remembered that Charles had called him Logan, but she wasn't sure. "Of course I am," She offered him a winning smile in attempt to cover up her nervousness, but she supposed he had seen right through it. "You know people in New York aren't exactly custom to seeing a full moon on a cloudless night along with a meteor shower." The last few stars were just flying by in the sky and Eve's smile broadened. "I guess not, but it sure is pretty huh?"
Logan slowly began to take Eve in from her head to barefoot toe. "You're from the South aren't you?" It wasn't really a question but Eve nodded anyway. "Yeah I am, Tennessee. What gave it away?" She asked with a smirking smile as she ran an elegant finger around the smooth brim of the hat. "You smell like you'd be from the South, like sunshine and wildflowers, but your hat is a dead giveaway." Eve laughed and watched him steadily from under the brim. "I'm pretty sure I've seen you somewhere else, I recognized you a little when I first got here but I couldn't put my finger on it. You didn't used to fight in cage matches did you?"
He watched her uneasily for a long while until he nodded. "Yeah I did" That was all he said and watched the sky through the window. It was calm and easy now. The clouds slowly moving back into place and the stars faded thanks to light pollution. "So what can you do?" Eve asked him casually as she leaned against the wall and watched him expectantly. "What do you mean?" She shrugged. "Well I mean that if you're in this place then you obviously must have some kick ass power or whatever, so what can you do?" He shook his head. "Not the time or place, but I'll show you some time kid, and you have classes in the morning so I would sleep as much as I can, you have Scott first thing. I'd pray if I were you."
She was about to ask him who Scott was and why she should be worried about that, but as soon as he had appeared he had turned on his heels and walked down the hall and was gone. Eve was just now aware of how cold the hallway was getting, she wrapped her arms around herself but that barely prevented the cold that seemed to seep into her bones and freeze her blood. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to imagine the dark icy hallway into a beautiful tropical beach with the sounds of seagulls and bright lapping blue water on a gold sandy beach. Even though she could feel the sand beneath her toes in the hall and the distant cry of a bird of the wind, the cold was still there in her bones.
Opening her eyes she kicked at a shell that remained on a small patch of golden sand and looked around her nervously, there was no one about and she quickly told herself that she was probably imagining things, that were her job to make things that weren't real appear to be so, she was the Illusionist. She passed her hat from hand to hand, as she went in search for the stairs again. As she touched the first bottom step with her bare feet, she yelped in pain and jumped back. It felt as if she had stepped on wintry razor blades. She looked down at her feet half expecting to see frost encrusted blood seeping from long slits in the flesh.
She headed up the stairs and stubbornly told herself that it wasn't real, that her mind was playing tricks on her, as it liked to do when it was late and she was getting tired. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms to try to ward off the unrelenting unexplainable freeze. Her room wasn't that far away now and she hurried up the stairs, no longer caring about waking anyone up, all Eve wanted was to get away from the phantom chill and under her nice warm safe blankets and snuggle with her guitar until the actual morning.
However, as she rushed up the stairs, she had the eerie sense of being watched, of being followed with someone's eyes rather then the physical person themselves and sometimes that was scarier for Eve, after a few dark instances in Luttrell. She shook her head and almost defiantly placed the hat back on her head and let the door slam shut behind her. She dived under the crimson covers and hugged the ivory plated guitar close to her, it was her one comfort that never let her down. But back down on the landing of the stairs on the first floor, a pair of bright blue eyes with long sandy brown lashes were watching her go. The man that the eyes belonged to began to quietly laugh to himself as he watched Eve turn and bolt up the stairs like she was being chased by the devil himself.