Adventure Between the Line
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Loki smiled. She had explained the plan of ingenius to her father, and much to her happiness, he praised it. Placing the top half of her hair into a ponytail, she let the longer raven-almost bottoms underneath the thick mat she lifted, Curls of brunette flowed down her back and onto her shoulders. Smiling quite widely, she looked exactly like the owner of the body.
"He is to be mine." She promised to herself silently, underneath a bidden breath.
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Chapter 8: Trust And A Change of Address
He turned towards the amnsiac. His eyes blinking with unseen light and what was even worse was that his sword agreed with this woman about the other one. Malkovich closed her eyes with effort. It took a lot for her to finally decide to say something.
"Just trust me. Don't go." It was too bad that she couldn't be more open on her opinion of him going to the girl. Her fists were clenched as she turned on her heel to face him and his questions.
"Why?" The dreaded one out of them all. Her face was contorted into anger and she was obviously pissed that he questioned her.
"Because....if you got a good damn look, you'd notice she looks too much like me. I just have this feeling, okay?! The only difference there is between us is that she has black hair and looks an awful lot like her!!!" Malkovich started but then noticed she had walked on a tabooed subject. Turning around in anger, she went to the cabinents, getting some tea and making it, guiltily.
"Who is she?" He asked her. Did Malkovich know about his wife? Staring at the woman whom he had shared a house with, she answered in silence. Her voice not needing to speak. "You've looked through my stuff."
"Yes. I did." She whispered hoarsly. "I needed to know if I could trust you." He blinked. SHE needed to know?!! He stared in disbelief. He would be the one who needed to do that.
"Why did you think you needed to trust me when I already let you live in my house and share my food and everything else?!!" He growled in his anger. The woman did not look up to see him. She didn't need to. Calmly, she walked over to him.
"All I asked was that you trust me on this one. I know when I am right and this girl sounds fishy." She told him passively. She was trying so hard to remain cold and collected. Trying her best to remain sane.
"TRUST?! You want my trust?!!? You've stomped upon my own!!! WHY should I trust you?!" He yelled at her obviously pissed off. Malkovich expected this.
"Okay. Go ahead. Go to that girl that looks too much for comfort like your dead wife and I. Go to her damnit!! Cause if you cannot trust me when I ask, then I will not trust you and your sword." She told him calmly, while her eyes betrayed her ever so much. She wanted him to trust her yet she knew that she had trampled her chance of him ever trusting her.
"You'd better be out when I get back." He whispered to her, his voice a mix of rage and pain. His wife was a still a sensitive subject and not meant to be brought up as a tool against him. She nodded.
"But when something fishy happens, I'm going to say it now since I won't be here later, 'I told you so.'" She stood there and he walked past her and out of the door. Once he closed it, Malkovich fell down. Tears encased her face and she was sobbing. It was so unlike her to do that. So unlike her.
How did she know this? She just did. She knew that she wasn't the type to cry easily. One to let nothing to get to her, but he had. His distrust in her was enough. It was true. She would be gone before he came back.
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Keith growled under his breath. How dare she!!! He couldn't barely believe that she didn't trust him when he had gained it easily. Damnit. He cursed silently to himself as he tried to calm his mood down. Soon enough the café came into view.
The girl he had met earlier, Lucia sat down with an elderly man and was drinking a warm bevereage. She wore an all around red and black sweater with a pair of long tight black jeans going into a pair of black boots.
The man wore a black sweater and black slacks with a cane. His hair was blonde, slicked back off of his face. Apparently the girl was having a small argrument with the man. He approached the table to be instantly greeted by Lucia.
"Bonjour, Monseir Keith!! It is so nice to see you again!! Papa wanted to talk to you!!" She exclaimed and smiled widely at him. Her paleness in contrast with the black chair.
"Bonjour, Mademoiselle Lucia, and monseir?" He waited for an introduction. The elderly chap smirked and looked over to the girl.
"Lucia, dear, go get this man a nice warm cup of tea and get me a coffee, sil vous' plait." She nodded eagerly and went over inside the café. The man waited until she was out of sight. "It's been a long time, Keith. In fact, do you like the life of your wife. I revived her after all." He grinned at the surprised expression on Keith.
"Albert Simon." He said the name as if it were posion, his mouth dripping with such hate. "That is not my wife!!" he growled at the man. His anger taking over a little. Albert didn't look to be angry in a matter of speaking he was enjoying the look of horror upon the vampire's face.
"Lucia is Lucrezia. After all don't you think I'd bring her back if I could? I'm going to make this short and quick. You give me Malkovich and I give you your wife back full of memory." He told the boy, smiling so evilly as Lucia came back to sight.
"I..." He started but didn't understand. Why would Albert want Malkovich? He needed to understand his motives for once. "Why would you want Malkovich?" The old man smiled gingerly.
"She's been a pain in the neck for me for awhile now and I really want her dead, but only at my hands. Keith stared aghast. Would he do that? No, the question rather was, Was she safe from him doing it? After all, she had easily thrown his trust in her back in his face and he did not take that very lightly.
"All right. When will Lucia gain her memories back?" The gentleman smiled and nodded.
"As soon as I can get Malkovich."
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The blonde woman growled, getting up. She had packing to do. Sorting through his apartment, Malkovich found a suitcase underneath his bed. It was the very same one he had stored his items from his life before her. Putting almost everything in there out, she placed the stuff under the bed once more. The only thing that didn't go was a pendant she found.
The pendant was beautiful and in the shape of Tryving. Its handle blazed with the same engravements as the jewels glowed brightly. The funny thing of it all was she could not leave it. So decidingly, she took it and placed it on an old chain she had found early on.
Putting her little amount of items, she put in some food and got ready to set off. She made sure she had her gun and ammo in the hostler and pocket of her coat before exiting the building. Taking one last glance at the only place she had memories for, the woman almost broke in tears. Somehow this didn't seem unusual for her.
Walking out of the door, she walked down the stairs to see Sharon, Joshua, and Chris playing. Halley was somewhere with his mother, probably. The three stopped what they had been doing and turned to her and saw the suitcase.
"Miss Ma'am!! Where are going?!" Joshua bursted to her. Smiling sadly, Malkovich bent down to his level and scruffed his black hair and withdrew before he could get her wallet. She had learned how he had done it.
"I'm going away, far away." She whispered her goodbyes tot thetearing up children and left them behind her. Her head exploding with anger. Why'd she have to do that? Their faces reappeared in her mind, however, she would listen to Keith. He was the only one who she had trusted.
Maybe she still trusted him. Stepping over the curb she walked onto the bus that was conveintly there. The man looked at her for her destination as she put the required money in the slot.
"Airport." She told the greasy bus driver. Looking for somewhere to sit, she noticed no one else on the bus. It looked a little fishy but she shrugged it off.
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Keith had stayed and talked with the lady Lucrezia/Lucia and Albert for over an hour and was ready to leave. Getting up he looked over to Albert.
"I will meet you in two hours time, Monseir Simon." He told the man. Albert nodded with a grin that was fit for a jaguar. Walking out of the café to the streets, he immediately went home. Opening the door, he looked around for Malkovich when he heard Joshua behind him.
"Mr. Valentine? Why'd you make her leave?" He asked, tears came down his already red face. "We liked her!! Why is she going far away?!" the boy asked through tears as Halley saw him at Mr. Valentne's door.
"....." The vampire didn't say anything and nodded to the boy as he left. Far away. Where would she have gone? He wanted his wife back dearly and she would be the bargaining chip if he had to do it. It hit him in a flash!! The Airport!!
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Lucrezia Winter's soul looked down in anger. Her husband had to be such a dolt!! She growled from where she was watching. The mother of that little wench sat beside her, ready to leave to claim her body.
"Lucrezia, Contact me if there is any new news." She commanded the other woman. The brunette nodded as the other disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
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Waking up, for what seemed to be the first time in a millenia, Albert stared at the ghost of his dead wife. Her face and body was paler than should be. Her once dark black and blue slightly wavy hair was now a pale blue/white and her dress flowed to the floor.
He couldn't take his eyes from her pitless golden ones.
Katarina Louise Varuna-Simon was in front of him.
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Okay that was like a really short chapter? Hmm...Anyway, I'm getting back on my feet and out of my depression. I mainly told my teacher to ummm*go blow* something...-_-''''' Umm.....Anyway, Hope you like this chapter!!!
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Loki smiled. She had explained the plan of ingenius to her father, and much to her happiness, he praised it. Placing the top half of her hair into a ponytail, she let the longer raven-almost bottoms underneath the thick mat she lifted, Curls of brunette flowed down her back and onto her shoulders. Smiling quite widely, she looked exactly like the owner of the body.
"He is to be mine." She promised to herself silently, underneath a bidden breath.
~~
Chapter 8: Trust And A Change of Address
He turned towards the amnsiac. His eyes blinking with unseen light and what was even worse was that his sword agreed with this woman about the other one. Malkovich closed her eyes with effort. It took a lot for her to finally decide to say something.
"Just trust me. Don't go." It was too bad that she couldn't be more open on her opinion of him going to the girl. Her fists were clenched as she turned on her heel to face him and his questions.
"Why?" The dreaded one out of them all. Her face was contorted into anger and she was obviously pissed that he questioned her.
"Because....if you got a good damn look, you'd notice she looks too much like me. I just have this feeling, okay?! The only difference there is between us is that she has black hair and looks an awful lot like her!!!" Malkovich started but then noticed she had walked on a tabooed subject. Turning around in anger, she went to the cabinents, getting some tea and making it, guiltily.
"Who is she?" He asked her. Did Malkovich know about his wife? Staring at the woman whom he had shared a house with, she answered in silence. Her voice not needing to speak. "You've looked through my stuff."
"Yes. I did." She whispered hoarsly. "I needed to know if I could trust you." He blinked. SHE needed to know?!! He stared in disbelief. He would be the one who needed to do that.
"Why did you think you needed to trust me when I already let you live in my house and share my food and everything else?!!" He growled in his anger. The woman did not look up to see him. She didn't need to. Calmly, she walked over to him.
"All I asked was that you trust me on this one. I know when I am right and this girl sounds fishy." She told him passively. She was trying so hard to remain cold and collected. Trying her best to remain sane.
"TRUST?! You want my trust?!!? You've stomped upon my own!!! WHY should I trust you?!" He yelled at her obviously pissed off. Malkovich expected this.
"Okay. Go ahead. Go to that girl that looks too much for comfort like your dead wife and I. Go to her damnit!! Cause if you cannot trust me when I ask, then I will not trust you and your sword." She told him calmly, while her eyes betrayed her ever so much. She wanted him to trust her yet she knew that she had trampled her chance of him ever trusting her.
"You'd better be out when I get back." He whispered to her, his voice a mix of rage and pain. His wife was a still a sensitive subject and not meant to be brought up as a tool against him. She nodded.
"But when something fishy happens, I'm going to say it now since I won't be here later, 'I told you so.'" She stood there and he walked past her and out of the door. Once he closed it, Malkovich fell down. Tears encased her face and she was sobbing. It was so unlike her to do that. So unlike her.
How did she know this? She just did. She knew that she wasn't the type to cry easily. One to let nothing to get to her, but he had. His distrust in her was enough. It was true. She would be gone before he came back.
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Keith growled under his breath. How dare she!!! He couldn't barely believe that she didn't trust him when he had gained it easily. Damnit. He cursed silently to himself as he tried to calm his mood down. Soon enough the café came into view.
The girl he had met earlier, Lucia sat down with an elderly man and was drinking a warm bevereage. She wore an all around red and black sweater with a pair of long tight black jeans going into a pair of black boots.
The man wore a black sweater and black slacks with a cane. His hair was blonde, slicked back off of his face. Apparently the girl was having a small argrument with the man. He approached the table to be instantly greeted by Lucia.
"Bonjour, Monseir Keith!! It is so nice to see you again!! Papa wanted to talk to you!!" She exclaimed and smiled widely at him. Her paleness in contrast with the black chair.
"Bonjour, Mademoiselle Lucia, and monseir?" He waited for an introduction. The elderly chap smirked and looked over to the girl.
"Lucia, dear, go get this man a nice warm cup of tea and get me a coffee, sil vous' plait." She nodded eagerly and went over inside the café. The man waited until she was out of sight. "It's been a long time, Keith. In fact, do you like the life of your wife. I revived her after all." He grinned at the surprised expression on Keith.
"Albert Simon." He said the name as if it were posion, his mouth dripping with such hate. "That is not my wife!!" he growled at the man. His anger taking over a little. Albert didn't look to be angry in a matter of speaking he was enjoying the look of horror upon the vampire's face.
"Lucia is Lucrezia. After all don't you think I'd bring her back if I could? I'm going to make this short and quick. You give me Malkovich and I give you your wife back full of memory." He told the boy, smiling so evilly as Lucia came back to sight.
"I..." He started but didn't understand. Why would Albert want Malkovich? He needed to understand his motives for once. "Why would you want Malkovich?" The old man smiled gingerly.
"She's been a pain in the neck for me for awhile now and I really want her dead, but only at my hands. Keith stared aghast. Would he do that? No, the question rather was, Was she safe from him doing it? After all, she had easily thrown his trust in her back in his face and he did not take that very lightly.
"All right. When will Lucia gain her memories back?" The gentleman smiled and nodded.
"As soon as I can get Malkovich."
~~
The blonde woman growled, getting up. She had packing to do. Sorting through his apartment, Malkovich found a suitcase underneath his bed. It was the very same one he had stored his items from his life before her. Putting almost everything in there out, she placed the stuff under the bed once more. The only thing that didn't go was a pendant she found.
The pendant was beautiful and in the shape of Tryving. Its handle blazed with the same engravements as the jewels glowed brightly. The funny thing of it all was she could not leave it. So decidingly, she took it and placed it on an old chain she had found early on.
Putting her little amount of items, she put in some food and got ready to set off. She made sure she had her gun and ammo in the hostler and pocket of her coat before exiting the building. Taking one last glance at the only place she had memories for, the woman almost broke in tears. Somehow this didn't seem unusual for her.
Walking out of the door, she walked down the stairs to see Sharon, Joshua, and Chris playing. Halley was somewhere with his mother, probably. The three stopped what they had been doing and turned to her and saw the suitcase.
"Miss Ma'am!! Where are going?!" Joshua bursted to her. Smiling sadly, Malkovich bent down to his level and scruffed his black hair and withdrew before he could get her wallet. She had learned how he had done it.
"I'm going away, far away." She whispered her goodbyes tot thetearing up children and left them behind her. Her head exploding with anger. Why'd she have to do that? Their faces reappeared in her mind, however, she would listen to Keith. He was the only one who she had trusted.
Maybe she still trusted him. Stepping over the curb she walked onto the bus that was conveintly there. The man looked at her for her destination as she put the required money in the slot.
"Airport." She told the greasy bus driver. Looking for somewhere to sit, she noticed no one else on the bus. It looked a little fishy but she shrugged it off.
~~
Keith had stayed and talked with the lady Lucrezia/Lucia and Albert for over an hour and was ready to leave. Getting up he looked over to Albert.
"I will meet you in two hours time, Monseir Simon." He told the man. Albert nodded with a grin that was fit for a jaguar. Walking out of the café to the streets, he immediately went home. Opening the door, he looked around for Malkovich when he heard Joshua behind him.
"Mr. Valentine? Why'd you make her leave?" He asked, tears came down his already red face. "We liked her!! Why is she going far away?!" the boy asked through tears as Halley saw him at Mr. Valentne's door.
"....." The vampire didn't say anything and nodded to the boy as he left. Far away. Where would she have gone? He wanted his wife back dearly and she would be the bargaining chip if he had to do it. It hit him in a flash!! The Airport!!
~~
Lucrezia Winter's soul looked down in anger. Her husband had to be such a dolt!! She growled from where she was watching. The mother of that little wench sat beside her, ready to leave to claim her body.
"Lucrezia, Contact me if there is any new news." She commanded the other woman. The brunette nodded as the other disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
~~
Waking up, for what seemed to be the first time in a millenia, Albert stared at the ghost of his dead wife. Her face and body was paler than should be. Her once dark black and blue slightly wavy hair was now a pale blue/white and her dress flowed to the floor.
He couldn't take his eyes from her pitless golden ones.
Katarina Louise Varuna-Simon was in front of him.
~~
Okay that was like a really short chapter? Hmm...Anyway, I'm getting back on my feet and out of my depression. I mainly told my teacher to ummm*go blow* something...-_-''''' Umm.....Anyway, Hope you like this chapter!!!