Anger Becomes Her
Little late on the update, my bad. Spring break captured all of my attention what with the family and all. Please leave me some reviews and thoughts, even if they are criticisms; I won't cry I promise ;)
"It was completely disrespectful and you had absolutely no right to keep it from her."
"I was under the impression that it was nobody's business but my own, and I had intended to keep it that way until those idiots showed up."
"Putting both you and Orella in danger! What do you not understand about having consideration for other people's feelings?"
"They weren't supposed to be here! Last time I had a run in with them was almost two and a half years ago for shits sake! But now we have a bigger problem, one of the little assholes got away and will definitely be sweeping this whole area looking for us with his buddies. Moving isn't even a question anymore; it's something we have to do if we want to live."
For almost an hour now Charlie and Slender had been exchanging harsh words, glares-or what his version of a glare was- and were now nearly nose to nose. As much as he had been fuming the entity had to admit that the human before him had guts, not many would have been able to stare directly at him when he began to get angry, mostly because of the mind shattering static he would force into their minds; but he wasn't doing that now. His presence was merely just intimidating.
"I understand that, but for us to be able to move we must first locate a suitable home, which of course has not happened."
"Then you can go and look-"
"I am not leaving the house with a threat hanging over everyone's head. It is out of the question."
Why couldn't he just see this from her point of view? Yes, she felt like a shitty person that this whole situation had happened, and not to mention the fact that they were being hunted now. But unless they got out of here things were going to end very badly very quickly; Charlie knew first hand the kind of arsenal that these people possessed and the things that they were capable of. And her being the one to kill more of their group wasn't helping at all. There was and would be no peaceful way for this to end.
"Fine. I'm going to clear my head, c'mon Bongo."
The bouncing shepard licked her hand as she walked by him hurriedly, making sure to bump her shoulder against Slender before snatching her baseball cap from the hat rack and slamming the door behind her as she walked out. The ground was still wet from the torrential downpour that had happened a few nights ago, it was as if the forest just kept moisture in, some large limbs even lay about the area; the strong winds having snapped them off easily.
Charlie needed a good distraction more now than ever. Her mind was abuzz with the conflicting emotions and thoughts that had began plaguing her the minute Orella and herself had been caught back at the town, they had kept her from getting a good nights rest and the end result was not good. So what if they had to move more quickly now? It's not like it wasn't going to happen anyways, and Orella would understand like she always did. If there was one thing that she could count on her friend for it was being logical and understanding in the end, even if they didn't see eye to eye in the beginning.
As she continued to walk aimlessly, unaware that she had reached the gravel path that lead to the road, doubts began to cross her mind. What if Orella just shut her out? It was like she hadn't seen a death before when Charlie had shot those guys, like something had just struck a nerve in her body. And the way she had sounded once they had gotten back to the cabin after running from the town...she had just sounded so hurt.
If she understood what they had done to her all that time ago, the things that she had witnessed them doing to other women; their acts were unforgivable. And no matter how it affected her current relationship with Orella and Slender she would not take back her actions nor feel regret for the acts she had committed. Had anyone ever asked the demonic entity that lived with them to repent for his sins and embrace forgiveness? Hell no; so why should she?
"A little hypocritical don't you think Bongo?"
"Rrrrrruff."
"I agree."
At least there was still one person that she could count on to be by her side for sure. Most would try to argue with her, say that her dog wasn't to be put on the same intelligence level as a human, but Charlie truly believed that Bongo really understood her. Why else would he always answer when she addressed him?
"Do you...do you think that everything happens for a reason?"
The answering grumble sounded as if he wasn't quite sure, not really a bark but not really a whine either. It was a sound that was in between.
"Well I do and I don't. A lot of things point to fate being a real thing, but then others are opposing it all along the way that I kind of lose faith ya know?"
No answer this time. That was odd. The blue eyed woman stopped walking, the stray hairs that were not pulled back blowing into her eyes and blinding her for a moment as she looked down at the white and brown canine. His own golden gaze was looking right back at her as if he could read her mind, almost seeming to accuse her of something that she hadn't even thought of yet.
Bongo never looked like that. His demeanor and attitude were always goofy and carefree like he hadn't a problem in the world, but now it was as if he were truly sharing the burden that she herself carried. What a truly astounding animal she had by her side, but sometimes she couldn't help but feel that he was too smart for his own good. She smirked down at him whilst scratching behind his ears, earning a now content pant from the smug looking creature.
"You're a pain in the ass you know that right?"
"Woof!"
Tiny arms flailed around happily while a high pitched squeal made Orella wince. Lily had been up early today and had immediately wanted attention, crying and making a fuss until she had gotten a warm bottle and then been cradled against Orella's chest. Of course the woman knew that this was something that would have to be broken in the future, with it being a mere attention seeking act that was just to make it seem like she was in distress. And she was sure that Slender would never see that as acceptable behavior.
"You're too greedy you know that? Always wanting to be snuggled up or handled; independence could be equally as satisfying."
"Eh."
Of course she would say that. One word answers had become her favorite, mostly because it would always make Orella laugh at their simplicity and Lily always seemed to get a kick out of it. Even though it had only been about almost two months life was unimaginable without this baby, she had changed all of them in such a wonderful way, brought them all together. A smile worked its way onto Orella's face as baby Lily reached up and began to press her little fingers against her lips; trying to push her fingers inside but ended up giggling when Orella acted like she was munching on them.
"Yaaahhh!"
"Oh those fingers are so good! Yum yum yum!"
"Gahhha yaaa!"
With a chuckle Orella began to pepper Lily's face with light kisses while inhaling her sweet baby scent. They always smelled so nice and felt so soft that it was envious, and they way that they could just love life without having to worry. Always being taken care of, loved, fed, and everything else that was needed to flourish and grow.
"How about we try walking again hm?"
Baby garble was all the response she got but Orella was going to take that as a yes considering a real 'yes' probably wasn't going to happen. Walking over to the edge of her bed she sat down before setting the little baby on her wobbly feet, watching with affection gleaming in her eyes as she was unsteady. Little hands took fistfuls of the comforter as she slowly began to step along, hesitating for about a minute before each one, as if she were calculating her chances of succeeding. It was so fascinating to watch. Even though each step could end in failure this little creature wasn't going to stop, even in the face of defeat; but of course it wasn't like Orella wanted her to fail, it was just a part of life.
Not paying attention to anything else as she watched her practically adopted child teeter along the bedside it didn't come as a surprise when she jumped as Slender walked up to her, though it usually was difficult to tell when he entered a room. He was about to ask how she was doing until a pressure on his leg made him look down, brow ridges rising in obvious surprise at what he saw.
"Yaaayaaah."
"Lily..."
The little one year old had successfully managed to move from the edge of the bed to his leg without falling down, a triumphant look on her face. It was something that Orella had completely missed and now felt terrible that she did.
"I missed it! Oh I was so far off in wonderland that I missed her walking to you!"
"She walked to me."
His voice was full of wonder as he looked down to the little girl that clung to his pants leg, a toothy smile on her face as she bounced happily and squealed. It was probably the cutest sight that Orella had ever witnessed between the two, and it was with great grief that she wished she had a camera handy at that moment. Even though last night had been shitty, and she meant really shitty, shitty to the point that she had awoken with red puffy eyes and a sore throat; moments like these made it all worth it. Pushing down the rest of her depressing and somber thoughts she stood and walked the few steps over to the adorable pair, hefting Lily up into her arms as she did so and sighing as Slender's arms wound around her waist; pulling them both against his chest.
"She'll be walking around without any help soon, we must be diligent in watching her."
"I know. We'll probably also want to lock our door in case of uh...unwanted nightly visits were she to get out of the crib."
He chuckled and planted a soft kiss on the yawning baby's head, the soft strands of her hair tickling his nose as he did so.
"I agree. Though it couldn't hurt for me to find a baby monitor and batteries."
"That would be fantastic, thank you."
She accented the 'thank you' with a sweet yet chaste kiss, pulling away all too soon for her lovers liking and causing him to make some odd sort of low grunt. His frustration with Charlie had left him aching for a distraction, and her kiss had merely left him wanting more. With the grace of a snake he scooped the baby easily out of Orella's arms and gave her a kiss on the cheek before heading to the door, throwing a few words over his shoulders as he did so.
"I'm going to lay her down for a nap...don't move while I'm away."
His tone was suggestive, and Orella felt one of her brows raise in response while she watched him disappear. He really knew how to make a moment that was clear, and at times he was all too subtle while other times he was so blatant that she could practically feel the sexual tension rolling off of him in waves. But as soon as the two had left the room a layer of stress and worry lay over the room and her mind, completely blocking out thoughts of anything else.
How was she supposed to fix this? The tension between her and Charlie was so palpable that being in the same room had become difficult, and not because they didn't trust one another, no, it was because neither one wanted to face the fact that they were in immediate danger.
So badly did Orella want to just pretend that the past few days hadn't happened and just sink into the ministrations that she was sure were coming her way...but she knew that wasn't going to happen. It was then that she had realized her body had begun to feel cold and clammy, almost as if she were about to be sick; it felt as if a stone had been dropped into her gut. Sweat began to bead up on her forehead and cheeks as she laid onto the bed, the comforter feeling cool and almost making her eyes close.
They had too move now...but she didn't want to. Almost refused to. Was that considered selfish to think that way? It would be putting everyone's life in danger as well as her own, it could end up in the destruction of this cabin, and it would most definitely, without a doubt, end up in a death of one if not all of them. Of course it was a selfish thought along with being utterly and irrevocably stupid. As she continued to lay there and run the thought of moving her life out of what she had grown to love, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes and her breathing becoming raspy, the opening of the door and the quiet sound of light footsteps fell upon deaf ears.
"I apologize for taking so long, Lily simply did not wish to go down without a fight it seems. Although she did remind of you in that moment."
She wanted to respond and smile just to let him know that she was there, but the words just wouldn't come out. Her lips parted slightly while a shaky breath slipped out, the tears now flowing freely and slipping down her face as she sat up to face him; her expression having contorted into a mask of pain and sadness, having come to the realization that she was slipping, falling ever so slowly into that dark and foreboding pit of despair. Nothing could stop her mind from racing now.
"Slender, I can't do it. I can't put everyone's life on the line for my own stupid, selfish, obsessive reason! No I don't want to move but if it means that I can keep my family then...then we can move to the other side of the state if that's what it takes!"
Her outburst had been very unexpected, seeing as she had been perfectly composed, possibly even content when he had left. His feet were glued to his spot at the foot of the bed as his eyeless stare bore into her own, golden eyes shimmering with tears and filled with conflict. The last time he had seen her like this had been when the whole situation with John had transpired...it made her look broken. What passed as a heart for him felt like it was being squeezed in a vice that would not let up while the love of his life began to cry, much like the other night; but this time it was different.
She had been crying out of anguish and betrayal during the storm, tears hot with anger and rage. These were full of nothing but pure sadness and pain from her own conflicting decisions about life; and for that he felt his hands shake. They needed to touch her and comfort her, his fingers ached to wipe away the tears that fell from those beautiful eyes and run through her silken hair-loving how it was now down to her elbows- as he held her close.
Her next sob had been louder than the rest and as soon as he was shocked out of his own thoughts he was immediately at her side. She must not have been expecting him to react so quickly because he heard her gasp as both his hands cradled her face, caressing the skin as if it were the most delicate of flower petals. It was certainly soft enough to be.
"My love, my dear heart."
That was all that he could think to do for her at this point, to just whisper terms of endearment to her to convey what she meant to him. But this seemed to only upset her further much to his dismay. Cold hands clasped his own and moved them away from her face while her head turned away.
"Please don't...I don't want to hear those right now. It's not as if I deserve high praise for what I've been thinking about doing."
"Of course you do. It's because of you that we have something akin to a family here-"
"Don't you dare placate me with that! It's not just because of me it was because of us, all of us, that this had become possible. And here I am taking fate into my own hands and deciding what everyone was going to do; It's sick and disgusting!"
Now as her head whipped around to glare at him, eyes narrowed and brows drawn down in anger while tears still continued to fall, he decided right then and there that she had never looked more fierce. While something primal stirred deep within him he realized that now was not the time, nor did he think that she would appreciate him complimenting how enticing she looked when angry; instead the Slenderman went for a more intelligent approach and decided to appeal to her anger instead. If anyone understood what it was like to hold a deep feeling of regret and hatred towards oneself, it was him.
Ignoring her warning growl he took both of her hands in his own, grasping them like it was the only thing tying them together.
"My love, if there's one thing that I do not do it is placate the one I care for. But having you berate yourself over something that was necessary is not acceptable, you are doing what you need to so that we can survive and you can still keep your morals and there is nothing wrong with that. And this anger you have...I am afraid that I know it all too well. You could say that anger and I have become good friends over the course of my life, it had been what fueled my actions for so long that I...it's just so easy too lose yourself...to become something that you never wanted to be."
The more he spoke the quieter his voice had become, and the more Orella listened to him talk the harder it was to stay angry; damn him for making her so soft hearted. But it was that same reason that she also adored and loved him so much, even if it meant that she would sometimes be stressed because of it. She knew that he was mostly talking about himself towards the end, the way he looked down and tightened his hold on her was a clear and definite signal; even now at this point in their relationship he still saw himself as unworthy, as a monster. Suddenly the need to self loathe just left her body completely and flew out the window.
Desperation was practically dripping off of the both of them as their bodies collided almost violently with one another, the sound of tearing fabric barely registering to either of them in their haste. Nothing else mattered in this moment, here and now, there was only two tortured souls lighting each others bodies on fire with every touch and every breath. Fingers grabbing and caressing, lips running over every inch of exposed skin, moans mingling to create a symphony of sounds that were loud enough for the other to hear yet they never made it past the walls of the room.
Slender let out a soft growl as he felt Orella buck against his body with want, her soft hands grasping at his back firmly. He could still taste the salt of her tears as he trailed a line of kisses from her neck up to her cheek and it only made his feelings for her grow, to think that she had shed tears because of anger about keeping them all safe; he would never get over how lucky he was. His tongue snaked out to caress the shell of her ear as he leaned close to whisper, his heated breath making her body shiver in response.
"I did not want to enrage you further earlier, but I cannot deny that anger makes you simply...delectable."
Oh how the primal hunger in his voice drove her insane and over the edge, just that short sentence made her body respond eagerly. And it was in that moment that Orella realized...she could never be with anybody else as long as she lived. No matter what the cost was, she would stay by his side until the day she died.
