Ok Dokie- sorry for the late update but this chapter has to be just right. There will be SEXUAL CONTENT I repeat SEXUAL CONTENT! You've been warned so if anyone flames me they'll get an angry email back from me. Lol but to my loyal reviews who I adore so much I hope you appreciate this chapter as sad and beautiful not smutty of trashy.

Ok well on with the show!

P.S I apologize sincerely for not properly thanking my reviewers in the last chapter but I'm in a huge rush, but I love them all and love you all for taking the time to read and review and scouts honour I'll thank every one of you in the next chapter! Much love Bex

Chapter five

Being alone with only her memory

Audrey Rose was an artist. She worked on commission and sold at seedy galleries in New York City, was tall and well built although her face was as delicate as a pixie's. She was eccentric and alternative as any cliché artist was and she had the ability to make you cry with a mere sweep of her paint brush.

On this day however Audrey was questioning the very talent that had helped her survive in the big apple. Her canvas was bare save for the ugly black blob which was supposed to conjure up the image of sweet agony it didn't however and that made Audrey, ironically, want to weep.

It was an amazing day to paint something melancholy and bitter as the weather outside grew more horrendous and the rain began to smash against her window she felt only emptiness.

"Oh god… give me something to work with." She begged, feeling the weight of the brush. It was funny how out of habit she asked for help from God when in reality she was a casual Pagan; flicking through books like 'New Age Witch' and 'Pagan for Dummies' whenever she felt some divine spiritual wanting.

Who ever was watching over her light up her dim studio "Not what I was quite looking….

As if to prove their worth a gust of wind tore away at her front door and sent it flying open, scattering the papers adorning her entrance table and smashing at least three of her photos.

Dropping the paint brush into the pot of water, Audrey scurried over to pick up the documents and set them firmly underneath a paper weight which was actually her work shoes.

Next she made to pick up the three pictures which lay sad and broken on the pine wood floors "Oh shit, look at this mess" she sighed, picking away at the glass of the picture frame and setting it delicately in the bin.

The photos were all of one person, her beautiful amber eyes smiling back lovingly. Audrey sighed, easing the pictures out and throwing away the rest of the frame "If this is a sign; mother nature, Isis, or God it doesn't seem like a good one." She whispered.

Bending down to retrieve her mobile phone from her bag she found the device already glowing and vibrating with a foreign number, ignoring the nagging feeling of foreboding, she flicked the top up and calmly answered.

"Hey, Audrey speaking-

"Audrey, Audrey Rose; this is Bobby Mercer, Jack's-

"No, I know who you are, what can I do you for?-

A sigh came in the form of an answer, like a whisper or a warning of events to come"She's dead."

Audrey felt her knees buckle and tried not to vomit "Don't say it, don't you say those words to me-

Audrey heard a slight hiccup or choke of cry "Please, she's gone… can you fly down to Detroit, for the funeral she'd wanted to be buried there-

She grimaced, the thought of going back to Detroit made her sick "Tell her dad-

"Yeh we already have, what about yours would he like to know?-

"No, they were step family, after our mum died they didn't exactly leave on good terms- Audrey was finding it hard to stop from breaking "-they hated each other."

"I'm so sorry I couldn't save her-

"Oh no, it's ok I'll be there by tomorrow, I still know where you guys live-

"Right, good bye, Audrey-

"she was my best friend and now I'm nothing" Audrey whispered, before calming closing the phone and hurling throw the closed window, watching hypnotically as the glass broke like her heart.

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She didn't come the next day, nor the next, the weekend past and still know Audrey. Jack was discharged from the hospital a week later and still she never came, finally the funeral couldn't be put of any longer and on a cold Saturday afternoon, Katie Lilly Thompson was put into the ground, beside her mother, a place she had always wanted to be.

Jack broke down soon after, falling onto the snow beside the alabaster headstone, screaming her name and dying all over again.

Angel and Jerry picked him up and took him home, leaving only Bobby there alone and solitary the way he had always been, until she ventured out from the thickets of the trees and stood beside him.

"Wondered when you'd show?" he whispered.

Audrey looked a bit taken aback "You look exactly like her, y'know even if you were only half sisters"

She smiled slightly, envisioning the mirror image of herself.

"Wanna get a drink, my hotel room has a mini bar?"

Bobby turned to stare at her, his eyes misted with tears that would never fall "yeh, I could with a stiff one"

"I'll drive" he said, leading her to his car "what hotel?"

"Park view."

This rest of the drive was filled with comfortable silence, there were no red lights and they reached the Hotel in under 10 minutes.

Audrey stepped into her large room, leaving the door open for him and heading over to the bar.

"What do you want?" she asked, pouring herself glass of bourbon.

"Ah, give me a whiskey."

She nodded, not really knowing how they had ended up alone together, just knowing it was far better than being alone with only memories.

Audrey felt him coming in close, the mix of aftershave and grief stinging her nostrils-

His strong arm brushed against her as he reached for the filled glass "Thanks."

She motioned for him to take a seat on the bed, he obliged and she sat awkwardly beside him sipping quietly on the potent liquid.

"So, what happened with you- I left for the city and when I came back you were gone?"

Audrey ran her hands through the roots of her ebony stained hair "Ah, well when our mum died things kinda went to shit- Dad never got on well with Katie, he never got on well with anyone actually. He organized for Katie to go live with her dad who still lived in Detroit…I think he must've bought the house from us because she said she never left."

Audrey paused to gulp down the dregs of the alcohol "So I moved to New York and she stayed behind-

I remember I cried so much on that day, I couldn't even get dressed properly, Katie came in with her ten years of wisdom and dabbed my tears saying that a eight year old was much too mature to cry, she put me in Jeans and Barbie top and her long red jacket which she loved so much and carried me to the car-

She told me just as the car was starting that the jacket was magic and if I ever needed her I should just hold on tight to the coat and I'd be able to feel her love for me"

Audrey leaned onto the bed and stuffed her hand underneath the pillows retrieving a slightly tattered bright red jacket –" only now…. She said, gulping and letting a solitary tear fall "I can't feel her anymore."

Bobby blinked back at her, feeling a growing pain spread throughout him.

"She loved you so much…I only know you from stories but I reckon from what I've heard you're an amazing person" Bobby said, a little uncomfortable.

"You look so much like her…." He trailed off, gently bringing his hand up to wipe away the tear which caressed her cheek bone.

His touch was warm, and to her surprise soft "will you stay…tonight…I can't be alone, not ever again." She whispered, hunching over her empty glass and weeping silently into it.

"You're her other half…For her…For you I'd do anything" Bobby replied, snaking an arm around her shoulder and gently lying her quaking form onto the bed. He brought an arm up to cradle her chin the other resting lightly on her chest. It was poetic and it was beautiful, his face was soft and loving the glitter of melancholy lacing his brown eyes.

"Oh." Audrey whispered, stroking his stubbled cheek "I forgot this face."

He cracked a grin at this comment "Of course you forgot, you were only eight when I left"

She shook her head, "No but I should've remembered you."

He kissed her hand, taking it away from his face and held it in his hand "Make me remember you." She begged "I need to feel home again."

He only nodded, with one hand twirling the familiar strand of coal coloured hair around his fingers and with the other gently peeling her top away from her torso. To his surprises her body began to convulse with tears, pitiful moans escaping her lips.

"Oh, Audrey." He murmured, heaving himself upwards encasing the sides of her stomach with his arms and kissing tentatively the concave of her ribs. Through her tears she looked at him, doe eyed and somber "Don't be gentle with me, I want to feel everything" she said, grabbing at his top and ripping it off.

Suddenly what started as an innocent gesture erupted into a passionate embrace of two mournful human beings.

Bobby pulled the girl onto his lap, kissing her so hard that at times she cried out when his teeth grazed her tender skin. He unhooked her bra skillfully, taking a moment to look upon her near naked form. Her chest heaved with longing for breath, her skin blotches of red raw skin; and yet still she as beautiful and as innocent as a porcelain doll.

Audrey tore away at the buckle of his pants, struggling to get them down "help me" she whispered, cradling his neck as he pulled himself upwards, Audrey still wrapped around him. He threw her onto the bed, grabbing at her pants and sliding them off.

"Audrey…tell me you want this, because I'll never be able to stop after this moment." He stated, out of breath.

"Just be with me." She replied, hooking her thumbs under the rims of her under garments and with out shame pulling them away from her bear skin, "I need to feel anything other than her memory."

Bobby raked a hand throw his head, a common gesture of his "Ok..Ok, just let me go get, y'know a.." he trailed of a tad abashed. She shook her head, "No, I need to feel everything" she pleaded, tears like tiny tendrils of liquid pearl trickled from her almond eyes.

How was she doing this to him? Making him feel something he'd sworn he'd never fell ever again; Oh, but she was so much like her and he wondered sadly if the only reason he felt connected to Audrey was the mere fact that he thought of her as her sister.

"What more do you want from me?" he heard her beg. Bobby Mercer with this comment was sent to his knees; grabbing her feet he yanked her from the bed and back onto his lap leaving nothing between them but the bitter sweet aura of lust.

He kissed her deeply, clawing at her muscular back her salty tears intertwining with the saliva of his mouth. All was quiet but for his deep groans and her light cries.

"I need to be with you know" he said into her ears, feeling her nod beside.

"Please." Was all she uttered as he lifted her up onto the bed rearing over her and in one solid action poured himself into her.

Audrey bit back a yelp of surprise then felt him mould to form of her body, letting herself be carried away by him. She wasn't Audrey anymore and she felt no pain all there was now was the ecstasy of intimacy.