Disclaimer – I do not own CSI. I only own Emily Saunders, Illyana Kasdorf and other new characters. I forgot to mention in my previous disclaimer that I do not own the song. It was Der Meister and belongs to Rammstein. Also, I do not own with Every Breath I Take. It belongs to whoever wrote it.
Three Sins
"There are only three sins - causing pain, causing fear, and causing anguish. The rest is window dressing." - Roger Caras
Three – With every breath I take
Emily looked in the brightly lit mirror which was situated above a small vanity table in one of the dressing rooms in the City Blue Club. She checked to see whether her make up and hair was still as it should be. She was going on stage in ten minutes.
Today she was singing. Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays she danced downstairs. Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays she sang in the bar.
Her face was pale and her cheeks were tinged with rose blush. She had a deep red colour on her lips and her eyelids were powdered with a dusky grey.
Her chestnut hair was parted at the extreme right which left her white streak covering the left of her face. A new addition to her hair. She liked it.
It was so extreme. Pale face, bright lipstick and dark eyes. Brown hair with one, inch-thick blond streak. Extreme but nice. Tasteful.
Standing up, she checked her appearance in the full length mirror that was hanging on the wall next to the door.
She was wearing a long, tight, black, corseted dress. The skirt was split up to her thigh. Her shoes were black and had four inch heels. She looked ok. The punters would like it. They always did. The tighter the corset and the bigger the split, the more they loved it.
The City Blue Club was an upper class strip club, situated in the heart of Vegas. The performers sang or danced to erotic music. It wasn't tacky or cheap. There were no bleach blond bimbos, gyrating to dance music.
They had dancers downstairs, they performed exotically. They never stripped completely. It was more fetish, with acts. Emily and her dance partner were cats on Monday, Tuesday was belly-dance day and Wednesday they took to the poles.
Upstairs in the Bar the performers sang. They sang slow songs to entice the customers. Hopefully after a few songs, the men would be aroused enough to go downstairs to the dance floor.
Emily had been singing and dancing there for two years. It was a good break. At twenty-one she couldn't have asked to have it better. She loved her job. It paid well and there was a strict no tough policy. She didn't want to leave it. But she did want to leave.
She knew that her brother was right, they shouldn't have to run. But that did not make her any less scared. That did not keep her from peering into the shadows that night, hoping not to see the person that she least wanted to see.
On that fatal night, seventeen years ago, she had lost almost her entire family. Mamma was dead, so were little Caitlyn, David and Alice. Papa was sent to jail and she only had Greg. They were sent to live with Grandpapa Hojem. He died not long after her brother graduated. She was four years old.
All she had was Greg and she was scared that her father was going to hurt him.
She looked up as the door opened.
"Emily, Aden say you come on now. Your turn to sing."
Emily smiled at her Russian friend.
"Ok, I'm coming 'yana."
Illyana Kasdorf was practically her best friend in the world. She was even taking classes in Russian to help 'yana. There were few people who Illyana knew who spoke her native language and Emily knew that she missed speaking it. Especially as her father had passes away last winter.
Emily walked out the door and to the stage.
'There's not a
morning that I open up my eyes
And find I didn't dream of
you
Without a warning, though it's never a surprise
Soon as I
awake
Thoughts of you arise
With ev'ry breath I take
At
any time
Or place
I close my eyes and see your face
And
I'm embracing you
If only I believed that dreams come
true
Darling,
You were the one who said forever from the
start
And I've been drifting since you've gone
Out on a lonely
sea that only you can chart
I've been going on
Knowing that my
heart will break
With ev'ry breath I
take
You were the one who said forever from the start
And
I've been drifting since you've gone
Out on a lonely sea that only
you can chart
I've been going on
Knowing that my heart will
break
With ev'ry breath I take'
The first song was her favorite song in the world. It was from City of Angels. The words and tune were so sad and close. It made her think.
Did she really want to run?
She knew the answer in her heart. But was she strong enough? Could she be strong enough?
She knew that Greg was. He had protected her for so long. He had protected her, Caitlyn, David and Alice for as long as he could. When Papa was in one of his moods he would beat Mama. Then, if he was still angry – which he often was – Greg made sure that it was him that Papa took all of his anger out of.
He was protecting his younger brother and sisters. He was doing as much as he could. Although sometimes Papa was still angry after Greg had succumbed to unconsciousness
Emily knew that he still blamed himself for the deaths of Mama and the others. He thought that he had not done enough to save them. But what could he have done. He was a skinny little ten-year-old. Papa was a strong, fully grown man. He worked at the steel works. His muscles were bigger than her neck.
"Emily friend. What bothers you? You seem sad."
"Oh 'yana. Everything seems to have crumbled into dust." Emily sighed.
She knew that she needed to talk to somebody. She was ready to burst. All the pressure of hiding her past so carefully for it to just rear its ugly head was taking its toll on her. She had always been very emotional.
"You want to talk? Da?"
"You remember when we were speaking of family?"
"Da. You said your family was dead but Greg."
"Well, they are all dead but Greg and my Papa. He killed my family. Papa did. He was sick – well that's what Grandpapa Hojem said. He was Mama's Papa."
Emily hung her head in shame. She hated her blood because of her father. She hated the madness that she believed to be in her very making.
She felt a hand on her shoulders and looked up. Illyana was looking at her with her wide blue eyes.
"I sorry Emily," she said sincerely.
"No 'yana. It isn't that. He has been released. Greg won't run with me. But we have to get away. He will try to get us. Greg was the one who got him put away… I'm scared," the girl sobbed.
Illyana looked at her best friend. She looked so scared and frightened.
Wrapping her arms against the crying girl, Illyana tried to calm her.
"You will be safe. He can't get you. He won't get you. Emily you will be safe. They tried to get Papa after left Russia but they didn't. He died at old age and happy. So will you and Greg."
To be honest, the Russian had never seen Emily cry or look so utterly dejected.
Authors Note – Thank you for the reviews and positive feedback. I really appreciate it. After all the positive comments I have decided to continue it. Hope that it is not to clichéd for your liking. I live in the UK by-the-way, so I am sorry if I get things wrong to do with American terms, and places in Vegas.
I know that this chapter was bad but there was no other way to introduce Illyana and the full extent of the strife. I really don't like it but cannot see another way to do it.
Review Replies
Amgie – Sorry about not adding this response in chapter two. I had already posted it when I got the notification for your review. Thanks for the positive feedback. I really appreciate it.
GraveDigger Resurrection – I am writing, my fingers are sore… lol. I like reading the odd Greg/Sara but prefer Greg/Nick. I can't see me putting romance in here. It would complicate the already complicated plot.
Lamborga – Your wish is my command
Lins – I hope that this chapter is also to your liking
Shacky20 – Thank you. I just had the idea of them overhearing something important like that and the whole plot has stemmed from that
Em – thank you. I hope that this satisfies
