Circles within circles.
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Chapter 6: Surrounded by the Shadows
Terra sat on the edge of the stage, alone in the theatre.
She'd just finished her main solo that she was going to be performing in that weekend. She had one more day till the dress rehearsal.
She folded her legs underneath her, curling into a ball as she rested her chin on her knees.
She hadn't seen the Count since two nights before, and she almost missed him.
Almost.
(A/N she met Brett on a friday, then broke up with him the next friday, then on monday went to the dance club, and now its Wednesday)
Terra picked at her ballet shoes laces, bound tightly around her slim calves.
She bent her knees, lying back on the stage as she thought.
Why on earth did he want her?
Was he just interested in her as food? No, she told herself, he would have killed her by now if he'd wanted to. Or maybe he wanted her as a bride. Eternally by his side, forever caught in his web of icy seduction.
Her body tensed, and she wanted to run; run away from the thought of being bound. She hated the thought of being caged.
That was why she didn't have any lasting relationships.
She sighed, burying her face into her knees as her back ached. She rubbed half-heartedly at the spot for a minute.The ache continued, and she pulled her hands through her curly hair in exasperation.
"Need help?" The whisper shocked her, sending waves of fear and desire through her. She didn't answer.
Cool fingers slid over her back, fingering her smooth skin, exposed by the plunging backline of her practice suit.
She leaned back, and found herself propped against a solid wall of cold muscle, rising and falling with each breath he took.
After several minutes, Terra pulled free, surprised that he let her go.
She turned to face him, searching his face. His blue eyes flickered, and she could sense the longing in him. Restrained.
Then he smiled, dark fog gathering around his form. Then he was gone.
She shook her head, curly strands whipping her face as she cleared her head. Was it a dream? How was it he always managed to come up on her so stealthily?
Why on earth had he rubbed her back?
She put all her thoughts aside, leaning forward as she pulled her foot up behind her body in a long stretch.
Walking across the stage, she flicked on the stereo, flooding the theatre with music as she let the familiar beat wash over her.
Letting her leg slide forward, she brushed her pointed foot forward, arms forming a halo over her head as she let them drop, floating at her sides.
She spun, leg lifted out, then curving in to touch her opposite thigh, and she touched the floor.
She piroutted, adding a small side step and jump-stop from her hip hop training.
Her arms outstretched as she leaned back, tilting crazily with one knee bent beneath her.
Hands clasped her upper arms, lifting her, then switching to her waist, tilting her to the side as she automatically lifted her leg, bending it as she chanced a look behind her.
Her world shattered as Dracula kissed her, hands still binding her waist.
Her hand travelled up, cupping his cheek as he continued to kiss her from behind.
They broke apart and Terra broke free, pivoting and staring at him, her eyes grown dark.
He looked back at her, unfazed.
"What do you want?" She finally asked, her voice was strong, and she felt a little better at its steadiness.
"You know what I want. It is almost mine," he growled, materializing beside her, reaching to pull her to him again.
She stiffened, pulling back. "I will never be yours!" Her words echoed through the theatre, and her fists clenched.
His eyes darkened and rage flamed in his eyes as he started towards her.
Terra fled, her slippers making soft clacks on the floor as she raced to the changerooms.
After a long while of standing with her back against the door, Terra relaxed, knowing that he would not follow her again.
She didn't know how much longer she'd be able to resist; this endless game of cat and mouse tired her.
She almost wanted to give in.
Terra frowned, smacking that thought away. Curse it, she'd die before letting that man- that vampire, take her.
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Brett killed his engine, smiling as he discarded his helmet, ruffling his sandy hair free from the helmet's encasing.
It was almost eight o'clock, and she'd been practicing since five. He was definetely going to take her for dinner.
He strode towards the theatre, knowing that Terra had gone there to practice by herself.
So he'd brought her a gift, something he knew she'd been wanting for a while. Her old ballet shoes were getting worn, and she desperately needed new ones.
Tucked safely into the crook of his arm was the reason of his visit. He hoped she liked black as much as she gave off.
He pushed through the door, walking through the enormous lobby.
"Terra?" His voice echoed around him, played back a thousand times.
The shadows at the edges of the room seemed to move, and he glanced at them nervously.
He shifted his grip on the box, calling again. "Terra!"
The sun was suddenly blocked, the room plunged into darkness as the sound of a horrified shriek of pain filled the wide lobby.
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Terra smiled at the mirror, pursing her lips. Maybe dark pink wasn't her colour. She decided against further primping.
Brett had promised to come by, and she didn't want to miss him.
Suddenly, filtering down through the vents from above, a stomach-curdling scream echoed through the changeroom, and she sprang to her feet, raising her fists instinctively.
After a minute, nothing pounced on her, she slowly stood. Terra did not feel safe in the theatre anymore.
Grabbing her bag, and glancing regrettably at the spot where her helmet normally lay - the bike was at the mechanics, where it was diagnosed as a heavy expense for fixing the horrible damage done to the side and front. She practically charged out of the changeroom, racing up the stairs to the lobby as she panted.
The room was dim, as it normally was in the evening. The huge sky-dome above showed the sky to be barely light.
Terra looked around the hall, eyebrows dipping as she frowned.
What on earth had screamed?
She felt unease... cold prickles lined her stomach, and she looked towards the balcony staircase.
She screamed as something cold and sharp closed around her arm, and she kicked backwards with all her might.
"Terra- I - agh-" She turned, hands flying to her mouth as she struggled not to cry, but her terror faded rapidly as she saw Brett bent double, arms shielding his groin as he gasped in pain.
"Oh- god, Brett, sorry. You scared the shit out of me!" He shook his head, eyes closed as she looped one of his arms over her shoulder, supporting him.
Terra looked at him strangely, surprised. His normally fiery body was oddly cool.
"Are you okay Brett? I heard someone scream." She watched his face, her eyes suspicious.
"I'm fine, fine," he chuckled, standing properly now. "Here," he placed a box in her hands, smiling. "I brought you a gift."
Her suspicion melted away as she stared at the white ribbon bound black box. "For me?" She asked stupidly, a smile tugging her lips.
She unwrapped it, missing the hungry look on Brett's face as she swept her hair from her face, over her shoulders.
"Oh my god! Brett! They're beautiful," she sighed, fingering the long black ribbons trailing from the shoe.
"You're welcome." She looked up, and he was smiling, but his eyes seemed ... strange.
"Do you need a ride?" She dismissed her suspicions. It must just have been the shadows in the lobby.
"Yeah, thanks." They left the building, and Terra walked towards his bike, picking up a spare helmet and slipping it over her curls.
The sun had vanished from the horizon now, and the sky glittered with stars, the moon hidden, its face dark.
Brett stole a glance at the theatre, feeling the cold fingers wrap around his mind, urging him to act normally.
He felt his stomach wrench in hunger as he watched Terra rub her shoulders, bared by her tank top.
"Coming?" Her voice startled him out of his reverie, and he slipped his helmet on, turning his eyes away from her skin.
"Yeah, let's go."
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Dracula smiled as he released the boy's mind.
Now he had an insider. Terra didn't stand a chance against him now.
He laughed, the sound echoing across the wide room, feeling the victory pour through his body as he walked into the night.
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AGH WHAT HAS HE DONE??!
Dracula: Hehe. I got to -
Hadasah: shut up!!! -whispers- they're supposed to figure it out on their own...
Dracula: Another part of your master plan. -rolls eyes-
Hadasah: -retorts- you know it.
Review!!! I want to see at LEAST three!!
