Insidious

by Synergetic Prose

(AU/Canon) Connected drabbles starting with the Dracula show: They were as different as the blue sky in the day and the inky blackness of night. And yet, she was getting under his thick skin without permission; he was plaguing her thoughts far more often than she cared to admit. It was confusing, chaotic, and completely unwanted. But for how long would they feel this way...?

17. Chapter 17

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The bat performers circled around as Dracula led the entranced Mina along the ice.

Sora wasn't as energetic as usual, but she kept up with her fellow performers. The incident with Leon earlier was still on her mind. It really shouldn't be, after all, he has yet to tell her that he acknowledged her. She had jumped to her own conclusions and she had been wrong. That wasn't anything new.

So then, why did she feel so down?

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Dracula looked around at his minions as he further entranced his victim.

His gaze stayed on Sora for a second or two longer than it should have been. He was appalled that she was not staring back with her challenging gaze like other times. Her eyes weren't even on him. His physical features stayed in character, but inside, he felt vexed.

Usually, they ran into each other in the hallway, but not today. When they were all backstage before the performance, she stayed over with her friends instead of finding some reason to walk by him and let him smell the vanilla shampoo.

She was back to ignoring him, her blasé version of the cold shoulder.

It was like the past two weeks had never occurred.

Their little quibbles, the stares, her look of determination mixed with the little half smile of amusement at some phrase or word he said that she thought was somewhat funny, none of that occurred today.

He was faintly aware that her lack of action was a result of what he said that afternoon. However, he was not the sort of person to say one thing and then a second later retract what was said. What was the use of doing that? The only thing it proves is a fickle temperament.

Say what you mean, mean what you say.

It was not his fault that she had assumed that his presence there meant that he was acknowledging her as a performer. There was potential in her; he could admit that to himself. Her skills, though, needed more refinement.

All the bats knelt down and then looked up at him. He presented Mina to them all the while looking over her head to look at Sora. Her head was slightly lower than the others and her eyes were on his skates.

His eyes hardened into stone as his vexation grew.

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