For some reason in my Vampire chapter, this site has reverted to an elder version. So for anybody wondering, Storm was Valleera's (yes, I am named after her) draft name. I have no idea how some times she is called Valleera and others Storm. Answers on a postcard please!
Joining Forces
Chapter 11 – Pride Up In Smoke (Interlude)
Raven paced up and down the living area of his and Valleera's flat. It was modern, with chrome and glass furniture, leather sofas and wooden floors. It was part of an expensive converted warehouse, with harbor views. He walked over to one of the industrial floor to ceiling windows and lent on it with one hand, bringing a cigarette to his lips with the other. The bathroom door clicked open and his beautiful wife emerged in a white toweling robe, her long blonde hair dangling wet down her back. Her brilliant blue eyes focused on Raven. She walked over to the breakfast bar to the opened bottle of wine, and poured herself a glass of deep crimson liquid. Valleera picked up Raven's glass in the other hand and walked over to him. He noticed that she limped slightly due to the cut she had received at the hands of Deliira, but he accepted the glass gratefully and met her gaze.
'That bad huh?' She nodded to the cigarette. 'I told you before, it's a dirty habit.'
Raven smiled back. 'Yeah, that bad. I just can't get my head around Deliira.'
'Glory makes us do stupid things. It's pride that's stopping me from ripping that fag from your hands and smoking it myself.'
'Ah, you know you don't have to pretend in front of me.' No sooner had the words tumbled from his mouth, had she snatched up the cigarette and inhaled deeply. 'Better?' He grinned.
'Damn. Now my head is fine but my conscience is screwed up.' She flicked the cig out of the open part of the window.
'Hey, that was my last one!'
'Good.' She dragged him over to the sofa, where they sat huddled together, the news on TV, flickering silently away. 'Don't smoke.' She drained her wine glass. 'It dulls the drink.'
Joining Forces
Chapter 11 – Pride Up In Smoke (Interlude)
Raven paced up and down the living area of his and Valleera's flat. It was modern, with chrome and glass furniture, leather sofas and wooden floors. It was part of an expensive converted warehouse, with harbor views. He walked over to one of the industrial floor to ceiling windows and lent on it with one hand, bringing a cigarette to his lips with the other. The bathroom door clicked open and his beautiful wife emerged in a white toweling robe, her long blonde hair dangling wet down her back. Her brilliant blue eyes focused on Raven. She walked over to the breakfast bar to the opened bottle of wine, and poured herself a glass of deep crimson liquid. Valleera picked up Raven's glass in the other hand and walked over to him. He noticed that she limped slightly due to the cut she had received at the hands of Deliira, but he accepted the glass gratefully and met her gaze.
'That bad huh?' She nodded to the cigarette. 'I told you before, it's a dirty habit.'
Raven smiled back. 'Yeah, that bad. I just can't get my head around Deliira.'
'Glory makes us do stupid things. It's pride that's stopping me from ripping that fag from your hands and smoking it myself.'
'Ah, you know you don't have to pretend in front of me.' No sooner had the words tumbled from his mouth, had she snatched up the cigarette and inhaled deeply. 'Better?' He grinned.
'Damn. Now my head is fine but my conscience is screwed up.' She flicked the cig out of the open part of the window.
'Hey, that was my last one!'
'Good.' She dragged him over to the sofa, where they sat huddled together, the news on TV, flickering silently away. 'Don't smoke.' She drained her wine glass. 'It dulls the drink.'