Haunted Roads

"Crier plus bruyant, maintenant! Que? Louder, woman. I want you to scream for me, louder. Do you fucking Americans, know nothing beyond your own brutally spoken language? No, no, don't talk... just scream." The contents of his office were scattered upon the large, antique, floor rug. They had been misplaced, when the two moved their very heated exchange, from the paneled wall, to the top of his desk. Vallis knew that he shouldn't be messing about with humans, but there was something within them, that he admired so. Himself. Unlike some of the younger supernaturals, he could control his urge to bite during sex.

Granted, the girl would not be the same when she left, but not being able to walk properly, with the mixture of burning thigh muscles, was far more tolerable, than lacking blood. He didn't wish to have her as a pet. A pretty face, and a rather voluptuous physic were all that she could offer him. Her personality had not been amusing, nor flattering. In truth, he found her voice to be extremely irritating. The constant prattle about her job, whom she represented in the music world... it all bored him. Vallis knew there were better uses for such a mouth, and he'd been more than willing to show her. Even that, she could not do properly. Do women know nothing about pleasing men, in this day, and age?

There was another advantage to fucking this little marche in his home. He knew that any sound the two happened to make, would annoy his pet beyond belief. Such a sensitive little thing, she was. Vallis enjoyed seeing that scowl of hers. It was ever present, when they two were together. Adian found the sight of him to be intolerable. He knew why, of course. They had left Australia together, with her believing that he was a....nice man. An ami, whom would gladly help in the search, for their beloved. Suggestion had helped greatly in this task. She was much younger than him, so making her believe that he was a good sort, was simple enough.

The suggestion stopped once they reached America, and she had quickly discovered that he was, what he was. Vallis. He'd been making some attempt to keep their home peaceful, because he found her to be so amusing. A beautiful face, with an amazing talent. He understood why his sister had loved her so. Though, the temptation of it all had won him over. He had to try her. It was that little event, which had left the greatest disruption between them.

Vallis swore not to take her again, and thus far, he had every intention to keep that promise. Until boredom won him over again, then his true nature would arise. He was not an honorable man, so why should he bother trying to remain so, when it had done him no favors in the past? Honor was for humans, and those who did not have the luxury of true enjoyment. Though, it was likely that even most supernaturals, didn't enjoy the sort of things he did. Few could say that murder, and rape could present one with a high. It was that moment of overpowering another life, knowing that their fate rested in your hands, which made him feel like God. Even though it only lasted a moment, the feeling was over powering, and well worth it.

Strong hands gripped the sides of her fleshy waist, before his bodies movement stopped. "Baise..." His voice broke through the air, before his hands fell, and he stepped away from the sweaty, flushed figure, resting upon the wooden top of his desk. "Leave now." He ordered, not bothering to look at the women, before strolling to the office door, and pulling it open. He left his clothes were they had originally fallen, the slight chill of the apartment air against his heated skin, was quite refreshing. "Adian, ma petite beauté charmante. Dress, I wish for us to dine out this evening." He called, making his way through their new home, towards the rest room. "Wear the blue dress, which I bought you. And, if the whore hasn't left in five minutes, see that she does, won't you?"

WHO; ALPHONSINE & FUA
WHEN; Wednesday, in the early evening hours
WHERE: The Underwater Dome Exhibit, Seattle Aquarium
WHAT; One of Ally's nights off leads her to take in the peace of the underwater life
RATING; G, can be changed if necessary

It was so quiet here; she wondered what it would be like to really be at the bottom of the ocean or even suspended in the middle of it. The looming darkness below, the haunting unknowns of creatures and places that had yet to be discovered--the only uncharted waters left in this world. Here, she could be at the bottom and be safe from harms, but she wanted to feel the quiet against her ears. Maybe, just maybe, one day she would have to make arraignments for one of the private dives into the aquarium. There was always tomorrow, and the next day, and the next...

The Underwater Dome Exhibit was her favorite in the whole of the Seattle Aquarium. The regular hours had ended some time ago, but on particular nights when no other events were scheduled, and if one knew the right persons, people like her could have all the time that might like to wander through. Some nights, she would buy her ticket and stand against the glass at her favorite patch of reef and watch the fish live their lives. They darted in and out of the many holes as if in play, in their own backyard, until they felt the desire to rest as all living creatures do. Other nights, like tonight, she was content to lie on the floor in the middle of the room and just look up, very much as she would when the skies were especially clear and revealed the stars.

She wondered what other creatures might move like sharks--snakes, perhaps, but it was difficult to say. There was something in the way they glided through the water that reminded her of how quickly snakes could slither across the ground. It was their grace that made her take notice. Even the especially large sturgeon was a beautiful swimmer. Ally imagined that human bodies looked terribly uncoordinated to these creatures, if they had the capacity to make judgments.

Hands folded on her stomach, legs stretched out before her, Ally was fine to lie on the floor. It was carpeted and they did vacuum it often, so it was not as if it were a filthy practice. Her blonde curls had softened and began to lose their shape, splayed out a bit around her head and above the collar of her leather trench coat. She looked like any other stylish, young woman that cared to venture out on this Seattle evening, save for the fact that perhaps others would be a bit more reserved with where they laid their head. The only real differences were, of course, that as she laid there, her chest did not rise and fall as another's would; and when she grinned, which Ally did from time to time when the fish did something that amused her, she was careful of how much tooth she bared, as two were a bit longer than usual.

A shark gave a short chase to a smaller group of the salmon and they darted over the glass and past Ally's head. She tilted some to see where they had veered off, but she knew they would be fine. They traveled in a great quantity and must be able to avoid predators. Ah, the shark, though; she wondered how solitary their lives truly were. People came and went behind her, or rather above and behind her head, but she paid no mind. Times like these, she wondered if there really were mere-creatures and if Ariel had been a real creature before Disney stole her identity for profit.