Author's note: So here is chapter two! I know it's short, but at least it's something. I think what I'm going to do is just keep this story as Subject 4091's/Elle's POV. I'll probably start Aria's story after this story is finished, that way I can update a little faster. Anyways, here it is. I hope you like. Please tell me what you think.
"Welcome to Afterlife, Elle." Aria said, glancing at me. It was a little dark, but you could still see from the dim lighting. The music was upbeat, dancers dancing to it, seeming like they were enjoying themselves. The atmosphere seemed so relaxed, yet exciting at the same time.
"It's beautiful." I said looking at Aria. She smiled at me.
"There are spare rooms. You can stay in one. Here," she hands me a card, "give that to one of my guards and they will show you where to go. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to." Aria said, before making her way up to her lounge.
I looked around again, deciding to have a drink or two before I go to my room. The nearest bartender was a turian. He looked like one of the less suspicious ones also so I ordered a drink from him.
"You're new here aren't you?" He asks, making small talk.
"Yeah, is it that obvious?" I asked. He chuckled.
"Oh yeah. It definitely is."
"How so?" I ask, genuinely curious.
"Humans don't normally order drinks from aliens here. Poison and what not." He states completely serious.
I froze. Poison? Did he poison me? The turian noticed my small panic attack and began laughing.
"Calm down, kid, I didn't poison you. If I had, you'd probably already be dead. Although, if I were you, I wouldn't trust the other bartenders as easily. Just a little advice for you."
Calming down, I thanked him and found one of Aria's guards to show me my room.
When I entered the room, the effects of that drink I had was kicking in. My mind began to drift. Staying focused on something was pretty much impossible. On wobbly legs, I made my way to the bed and fell into it.
"Mmm..." I groaned, getting a little sick. The sound of a door opening made me jump, upsetting my stomach even more.
"I see you've found your room." A familiar voice stated. Blinking my eyes, I raised my head up a little to see Aria with that infuriating smirk upon her beautiful purple lips. If only I could kiss them... wait, what?
"It washn't sho eashy..." I slurred, frowning after I realized I had messed up that sentence. "I mean hard... not eashy... wait..." I paused confused.
"You had one drink and you're already drunk?" Aria laughed, her eyes full of mirth. My heart fluttered. Her laugh was beautiful. She was beautiful. Maybe I did drink a little too much. But I'll never admit that to her.
"I'ham not drunth... jusht a lil tipshy." I slur, trying to stand up. Only to succeed in falling forward, but before I hit the floor Aria had caught me and pulled me back up. I leaned into her, resting my head on her shoulder and giggled a little. Her scent wrapped itself around me, it was so intoxicating, but the only thing I could really think about and make sense of was how perfect we fit together against each other.
"You're such a fucking lightweight." She stated sounding a little annoyed. There was a small silence between us before I lifted my head to look at her properly.
"Yeah, well... you're such an infuriatingly beautiful specimen, so..." I began, before abruptly pushing away from Aria, then turning to find the bathroom to empty my stomach into the toilet. In the distance, Aria sighed, walking into the bathroom with me. She sits beside me pulling my silky hair out of my face. I emptied my stomach again.
"I normally don't do this for people, just so you know." Aria stated lightly, rubbing my back. I groaned and lifted my head to look at her.
"Then why are you now?" I asked. Aria looked away for a moment. I would have gave a hundred credits to know what she was really thinking at that moment.
"I don't know..." She trails off. "You intrigue me."
"That's wonderful I suppose." I say, giving her a small smile. Aria snorted.
"It's frustrating." She whispered. "Come here." She helped me up to the sink so I could wash my mouth. I tried to make my way out of the bathroom by myself with little success so Aria just swept me up into her arms with ease, making me gasp.
"Please don't drop me." I wrapped my arms tightly around her neck.
"Tch. Please... you weigh hardly anything. I won't drop you." She states, carrying me to my bed and sitting me down, she then sat down next to me.
"Thank you." I said beginning to feel self-conscious.
"For what?" Aria asked looking at me.
"For saving me. I don't know how I would have escaped Cerberus if you wouldn't have saved me." Tears began to fill my eyes. Aria looked at me for a minute, searching for something. A moment later a satisfied look crossed her face.
"Don't mention it." She stands up. "I'm gonna go. You should get some sleep." She says as she walks out of my room.
"Okay." I whisper. Laying down, I curled up and pulled a blanket over me.
That night my heart ached for something that seemed like could never happen. No matter how bad I wanted to be with Aria, she'd probably never let it happen. I'm not even real, so how could my love be real? Why do I feel these things towards Aria? I certainly had no clue, but what I did know is that every second I'm with her, I fall even deeper in love and it feels like I'm about to drown in it. What scares me the most though is that I'd probably let it happen.