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Bury the Past (bury_the_past) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-04-21 19:17:00

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daren, silva

Week Six: Wednesday
When: Night
Where: Her apartment
Who: Silva and Daren

The job offer hadn’t been expected. Silva knew her diligence to the job was noticed but she never expected it to matter much. Most of the time she was reprimanded for constantly being on the clock and never able to really let any of it go. But that sort of attitude got the job done. It kept the squad alive when all possible scenarios were planned for and mapped out. She took her time, constantly seeking out information to ensure that the ensuing raid would go as smoothly as possible. As smoothly as any damned raid could at least. Work was life for her, it had been for a good number of years now and Silva didn’t see that changing any time soon. It was what kept her going; it pushed her to do better. Half the time it kept her fucking sane.

But no matter all of that, the offer had still surprised her. Called into her superior’s office he went over all her recent raids, all the work, Silva sat silently, giving only nods of her head in confirmation. She respected the older man even if she thought that he, at times, took a bit too much time to get the job done. She wasn’t sure what he was getting at but she didn’t try to rush him along. She sat patient, arms folded and back straight appearing to listen intently.

She was silent even when he finally got to the point. There was an opening in California, a higher rank and far more responsibilities. He thought she could handle it…Silva knew she could but she knew there were a damn lot of risks for her in getting higher position anywhere at all. Daren, the asshole, was the sort that would love to exploit it. The more prestige she earned, the less she wanted him anywhere fucking involved in it. The more she had to lose.

Every officer that knew believed it was a job offer she could not turn down. They all knew she didn’t have any family or anything holding her here. She had just the job and the job would be a hell of a lot better for her down in California. It appeared she should just be eagerly saying yes with no hesitation. But there was hesitation for her. There were reasons to shake her head, say thank you for the offer, and turn it down.

Reasons to stay where she was, never taking that risk of gaining more place or rising up in the ranks. Knowing Daren would just make it hell on her. Higher the job...the more people watching. The more that would notice if things weren't right.

Fuck all the reasons though. Fuck Daren and his desire to hold crap over her head for the rest of her life. He could play his bullshit games even with distance. And the rest? There wasn't really much rest. There were a few she knew but didn’t really give a shit about. There was the kid and her mom but what the fuck was Silva supposed to do about it? It wasn’t her mess to clean up. Woman should have been more careful about what dick she let play games with her. Lesson learned. Bitchy sure, but Silva had no reason to care. The kid of hers could stand on her own two feet, so Silva didn’t worry about her none.

The only one she really cared about was Mike and he was better off with her no where near him. He and his whole damned family were. Silva knew he kept trying but it wasn’t ever going to be like it used to be. The sooner he accepted that the better off he’d be.

The better off they'd all be.

“So?” her superior had urged after a few minutes without answer, he seemed agitated slightly that she hadn’t been so quick to answer. Probably thinking he’d made the wrong pick. “I’m honored and couldn’t think to say no, Sir.” Silva finally responded. That made the older man grin ear to ear. Why he was so happy she had no idea, maybe just happy to be getting rid of her. She wasn’t always a joy to work with. “Great, your transfer papers will be completed by the end of the week. It’s been great working with you Silva.” A shake of the hands to seal the deal.

Afterwards Silva didn’t go out to celebrate, she accepted the congrats from a few in the office and then headed home. A drink for her own celebration. And a pill. Then she started packing. She had a lot to do and not much time to do it.

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the_pretender
2008-04-23 05:11 am UTC (link)

Of course little Nicky was well qualified to get everything on her own. In fact, every raise, every promotion she’d gotten had been on her own merit. That had never stopped Daren from having some involvement however, no matter how small, and no matter how far away the level of his involvement.

Such as her transfer. If she’d suspected he had any involvement at all she’d have turned it down flat. But the truth was, having Silva here and in his pocket, was becoming less beneficial and more a potential problem that needed to be nipped in the bud.

Problem was, even hooked she was strong, and far too unwilling to play the game the way it should be played. Cute how she growled and humpfed a lot, but Daren knew she couldn’t be trusted. Soon she’d be finding ways to not only get out of his pocket but to possibly get him in hers. But Homie don’t play that. Daren had to make changes to the situation before the situation made changes to him.

Truthfully though, he’d be a little sad to see her go.

Which was one reason he found himself now out side her door. A soft knock… it was all that was needed. Her hearing was good, and none of the neighbors needed to know she had company. Daren waited patiently. He knew she was home.

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bury_the_past
2008-04-23 05:27 am UTC (link)

Did Silva believe every move was done because of her own actions? At times. At others she fucking knew better. Either way he knew damned well if she knew without a shadow of a doubt that he'd been involved in all of this she would have given him her pretty middle finger and stayed right where her ass was. Why? Just to fucking irritate him. Just because she knew he wanted her gone. That was reason enough for her. At times it was nearly enough to put her own job at risk. Her job was her life, but she wasn't going to have someone rule her for long. It wasn't Silva. There would come a breaking point and doubtful it would be anything pretty.

But for now, for right this second, Silva was just focused on getting the fuck out of dodge. She enjoyed the city, she'd set herself up well here. But at every turn there was Daren breathing down her fucking neck. He was right to think her a risk. She knew more then he'd like and with the right people was willing to spill what she knew. It put her at risk, but working for Daren all by its fucking self was a risk.

She knew he'd show up tonight though. She knew him too damned well sometimes. A fact that at times got under her skin. Some harsh fucking reality that she understood that mindset too well. She'd been around too many men like him. Shot men like him. Cuffed and incarcerated men like him. He was the only one of those fucks to manage to get to her though. A mistake she wasn't going to let happen twice.

He played his game and got what he wanted from her. Hell if she was still going to give a shit about him. She was too damned strong for that. Too smart. He could just keep himself to the naive little humans, get his rocks off tricking them into thinking he wasn't such a bad guy like he'd done to her. To her it just showed he couldn't fucking handle someone that knew his shit.

Silva no matter how long she'd been in a place, always seemed prepared to leave at a moments notice. Boxes were no formed and sitting in front of her. she stood staring at them, a drink in her hand nearly finished now. Yeah she was always ready to go...but would leaving change shit? Probably not. And that pissed her off. The knock sounded, Silva had been listening for it. Like he'd let her go without giving some asshole goodbye?

She sighed, downing the contents of the glass and setting it roughly to the table before walking over to the door. Didn't much matter if anyone saw him there anymore. Still maybe out of just habit she quickly opened the door and tugged him in. That was about as much of a hello as he was getting.

Turning right back around after shutting and locking the door, police habit, she was moving right back to the bottle on the table to poor herself another drink. He knew where the damned glasses were. No one said she was a good hostess.

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the_pretender
2008-04-24 04:11 am UTC (link)

Silva was sometimes a classic example of the phrase “Cut off your nose to spite your face”. She would throw away a perfect opportunity that did nothing but benefit her, if she thought it might in some way screw Daren. It was this that made her completely useless to him.

No longer did she care about what benefited her but only what would hurt him. This made her of no benefit to him. She ceased to be when she had no care anymore. Even the drugs were losing their means to sway her.

“Well Hello Darling. So good to see you.” Daren spoke to her back as she moved away. Always the smart ass. “Going somewhere?” He asked, his tone obvious that he already knew, as they both knew. Yes, of course she’d not be surprised when he showed tonight.

“Don’t mind if I do, thanks.” He said, helping himself to drink. "To new opportunities." He offered, his glass raised in a toast.

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bury_the_past
2008-04-24 04:53 am UTC (link)

What reason did she have to care only about her own shit when he was so set to fuck it all up for her? If he thought that his "help" was really only helpful then he was fucking blind. His help was nothing but a risk at every turn for her. Every. So yeah there came a point when you had to say fuck it and became focused on just pissing him off. She'd earned some damned rights to that anger. To that want to just fuck him over in return. He'd done it enough to her.

If that made her of no use to him...well fuck that was exactly what she wanted then, now wasn't it? She wasn't looking to benefit him or do him any damn favors. She'd done enough for him. More then enough to cover the shit he'd done for her.

So, sorry, she just didn't seem to care that she wasn't as useful as she had once been. Using the same threats made them start to lose their strength. Using the same treats made them fucking useless after a time. He had nothing to offer her but more games and more cons. Silva wasn't looking to play by his rules anymore. If that fucked up her job, if that fucked up her life, hell if it cost her her life, then it did.

Could only push so much before all you started to get was a fuck you.

"I'm sure" Silva responded, walking over to a bookcase and starting to toss the books from it into a box on the floor. Silva rolled her eyes when he continued "Nope" she spoke without hesitation "I just like the look of boxes." he knew, she knew, there was little need to dance around the reality of the situation. She had no reason to stay and that was pretty much fucking that.

She had her doubts that California would be all that different really. But a change of scenery was a change of scenery and maybe, just fucking maybe, at a higher position there would be enough work to actually keep her busy. To keep her mind off of everything else.

The move brought her away from everything, everyone…and in a way that was probably the best damn thing for her.

Silva gave a glance back at him as he took the drink and made his toast. She knew that look. That smug fucking look that made her want to wail on him till those damned bones were too broken to be pretty anymore. Did she want to read into it? Start wondering why he was so smug or what he’d done? Not really. Not at all. She might deny it to spite him but the truth of the matter was she wasn’t looking to say no to this opportunity.

She needed the damned change. Here or elsewhere. What she had now wasn’t near enough and she’d long ago begun to realize that staying anywhere for too long with her habits was a bad idea.

"To fucking distance." was her retorted, pouring herself another shot and downing it in a quick swallow.

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the_pretender
2008-04-24 05:23 am UTC (link)

What smug? Showed just how little love she had for him, seeing smugness even where there was none. He was just here for a bit of a visit and a goodbye before she was gone. Was that so bad? And it’s not like he’d never popped in just to say Hi before. Daren did like to keep in touch with those he was associated with. Important to do in his line of work.

He grinned to her reply and drank with her, though not as much. “Gotta say I’m gonna miss that. Such a friendly dear, you are.” He winked and took another sip before setting down his glass. “What are you going to do without all this rain?

“And more importantly, what are you going to do without me?” He winked and brought a cigar to his lips, lighting it without asking. Silva smoked, so it’s not like he was going to worry about smoking in her apartment. Any lingering smell would be for the new tenants to worry about regardless.

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bury_the_past
2008-04-24 05:38 am UTC (link)

As thought anything Daren did was really that innocent? He liked to play the game like he was. Such a good guy beneath it all, everyone else was in the wrong for not seeing it as he did. Silva could only call bullshit and go on with her day. Good guys didn't have people hate them this fucking much for no damned reason. Not like she woke up one day and simply thought that this of all things, would be too fun to miss. No he'd had his hand in twisting care into something completely else. Just like he would have his hand in doing the same with that Maggie chic. Only a matter of time. If anything it would wake that girl the fuck up already. The world wasn't filled with people looking to do the right thing.

It was filled with people looking to do whatever the fuck it took to get themselves on top. Stepping on the backs of others was a small price to pay for most.

"I'll make a recording for you then, send it back every few months. Tangent of how Daren's an ass. Could be a best seller." Silva remarked sarcastically. The words half bitter and half lacking all care. He was often seeking to get under her skin and tonight he was too focused on the task in front of her to rally give him that much sway.

Maybe that had to do with the pills. They always made his bullshit just a little easier to take.

"Survive all the damned same is my guess." she replied, pretty much saying fuck it and just running her arm down the bookcase, sending the books tumbling after each other into the box. Spines bent and pages crumbled but she didn't really mind. The books were more for display then anything else. She rarely had time for them.

"What do you think I'm going to do without you Daren?" she questioned finally, turning and resting her back against the wall with an arm crossed against her stomach but the other was too busy bringing her glass to her lips. What did he really expect her answer to be? That she’d break down and tell him how much she’d miss him? Fuck that. Time with him hadn’t been an enjoyed thing in years. When he started to twist it all that joy for seeing him turned only to scorn.

It was amazing she managed to not sneer at just the sight of him.

"Probably do a fucking little jig and then not give a shit." she shrugged carelessly, pushing away from the wall and slumping down into a chair. Looked like he planned to linger so might as well make herself comfortable.

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the_pretender
2008-04-24 06:11 am UTC (link)

And where was dear little Nicky in that mix? Was she one that would step on any backs to get to the top? She was tight in her assessment, except for one thing. She made it seem as though there were no kind hearted souls out there. When in fact there were many. There were after all, the users, and the used. Daren knew that he was one of the used. Officer Silva was also not one of the used.

What then did that make her?

He lifted his glass in toast to her offer to send back a recording. “Or you could get a one nine hundred number. Like sex on the phone but sarcasm instead. A lot of perverse men would pay big bucks to be demoralized on the phone.”

Why one who never ever entertained had anything for display made little sense to the demon. But humans did that kind of thing all the time. Very little that they did made any sense. Like now when she let his question get under her skin. It had been only words after all, designed to get under her skin yes. But only words nonetheless.

“Aw. Well I do hope it don’t take too long to get over me. Bet in two weeks time you won’t remember my name. Idn’t that so, love?”

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bury_the_past
2008-04-24 03:49 pm UTC (link)

Silva believed that when push came to shove that most in the world were going to look out for number one. It was human fucking nature. Survival. Did she think everyone was a dick like Daren willing to fuck over anyone they came across? No, but there were far more of them in the world then naïve and fucking innocent. Not that she really believed innocent was a plausible world in the world anyways. Not towards adults. Silva wasn’t willing to break the backs of others to get herself higher in the world. She was a bitch to be sure but she wasn’t as cold hearted as most believed her to be.

So what it made Silva was a survivor. Plain and fucking simple.

“I’ll keep that in mind as my next business venture.” A smooth retort with barely a look at him. Silva knew already that her demeanor wasn’t such a turn off to some. She found it damned annoying really. Getting a gathering of men that either thought they could tame her bitch side or just wanted to be dominated. Silva wasn’t interested. Entertaining men was far from her focus in life. More like putting them behind bars.

If he thought that her turning and questioning his own words meant it got under her skin he was wrong. But that was often the case Silva had come to believe. Daren’s own cockiness was often his biggest weakness. Thinking he had such fucking sway when it wasn’t him at all that did. Not anymore. Any asshole with the info he had could do the same thing he was doing to her. He wasn’t any key factor in it. Just a dick that did so love to play power games.

No she questioned in return because he knew damned well what she’d do without him. Be in a hell of a better position that was what. It was a question that was posed just to try to get under her skin. To get some sort of reaction. Did he think she’d start squirming like a worm on a hook? Silva wasn’t squirming. She was just packing. Till she gave that up already and just took a seat. Trying to actually get work done when he decided it was Daren time was pretty pointless.

“Trust me the jig won’t last long.” A second jig before she went right on with her life. Funny she just didn’t think she was going to have any trouble moving right along. “Two weeks? You give yourself way too much credit Daren.” Might take her two weeks to get over losing her favorite bar or not having all those perfect spots mapped out anymore for deals and criminals. It might take her two weeks to get her settled into her new place or sort out her shit.

But it wouldn’t take her two weeks to get over his ass. No she’d had plenty of time already to get over missing who she had thought he was.

Silva sat forward, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from a drawer and putting one to her lips, lighting it up and tossing both items back to the table. “So is there a point to all of this Daren? Hope you didn’t come here thinking you were going to get some grand tear-filled goodbye from me.”

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the_pretender
2008-04-25 01:26 am UTC (link)

“Let me know. I’ll help you set up a client base.” It was what he did, a middle man of sorts. He introduced people to other people and opportunities they could benefit from. Not even the good Officer Silva could find fault in that. Surely.

A wiggle of his brows as she denied that she’d be missing him. All a tease, a play that they both went through. Yes, he knew she’d be overjoyed not to have him looking over her shoulder. Finally she might get a chance at a real life. Might even find the strength to kick that nasty habit. Maybe in a few years she’d even thank him for giving her the chance to start all over. Doubtful though. Few like her ever did thank him. Ten years ago she might have. But then something had happened, the bit of light still in her eyes had darkened into something bitter and ugly.

Maybe a bit of time in the California sun would bring back some of that light.

“I thought you’d get on your knees and tell me goodbye proper.” He smirked and winked. He rose and put his hand inside his jacket to pull out a manilla envelope which he tossed to the table. It landed on her cigarettes with a soft thud and by the sound and bulk there was a bit more than just paper inside.

“It’s all there. Everything.” Every piece of incriminating evidence he’d ever had on her. When he cut his ties he cut them well. Usually the cut was far more severe than this but, he actually had a bit of a soft spot for the little thing. He’d thought to add something nice, like a thick wad of money or some shit, but yeah… Silva would never accept that. Proud thing that she was. Besides, not like she needed help anymore to get on her feet. She was a strong woman now. Stronger than he’d ever imagined she’d be. In a way he was sort of proud.

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bury_the_past
2008-04-25 01:47 am UTC (link)

"Yeah I'll get right on that." Note to self and all of that. The only work Silva was interested in was the kind she now had. She had never planned for this to be it for her but that’s the way shit had worked out. The job was all she had and that didn't bother her, not like it probably should have. It was more then some people had and at least she did it fucking well. She knew she'd excel in this step up if given the chance. And if she didnt have a certain fucking demon on her ass the entire time.

Long ago and fucking far away she would have missed him. Hell in a way she missed who she thought he had been. But the truth of the matter was that a guy like that sure as fuck wouldn't work with her anymore. That didn't mean one like he was would either, fucking far from it actually. So like turned to something else all together. Yeah it was bitterness. Yeah it was her being pissed the fuck off. Silva wasn't going to let him or anyone else tell her she had no right to it.

He'd given her all sorts of fucking rights.

Hate like that didn’t show up unless there had once been care. But her care was bled dry and left on the fucking curb. She knew what her damned care was worth.

"Yeah keep fucking dreaming on that one Daren." Like she got on her knees for any fucking man. Hardly. Silva was too damned tough. Too stubborn. And always willing to beat a man down a few pegs if he gave her reason. Daren had, but she wasn't stupid enough to think she could really do shit to him. Not unless she could pull the trigger faster then he could move. But she knew killing him wouldn’t be fucking worth it. The attempts weren't even bothered with anymore. She just fucking dealt with him till he got bored and left.

A brow arched when he got up and tossed the envelop down onto the table. "Pinky promise?" she mocked but still she sat forward, grabbing up the package to look inside. Did she really believe it? Not in the fucking least. But she wasn't going to say no to it either. Never fucking knew. But if he thought she was going to kiss his ass for it he was wrong. She didn't trust him enough to believe in fucking "kind" gestures.

"We done then?" She finally remarked, tucking the envelope against her side and eyeing him across from her. Maybe, years from fucking now, he'd get a thanks. When there was sign that he really had no plans to keep this shit right over her head and bring it up when it fucking suited his needs. For now she didn't trust a damned thing he did, said, or eluded to. Trusting him rarely lead to anything good.

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the_pretender
2008-04-25 03:20 am UTC (link)

“Yeah.” He puffed on his cigar, chewed the end a bit, and did not return to his seat. “Yeah, we’re done.”

Years from now she wouldn’t have much luck in finding the demon. He’d be long gone from Seattle by then after all. Daren always kept moving. In fact, his time in Seattle would likely be drawing to it’s end within the next couple of years. Already he was scouting other places, ear to the ground to determine where he would best benefit in moving to.

This time he had another to think of. For the first time. He’d ask Prissy where she’d like to go. He had a feeling the little minx had her favorite places. But she did also like new things. And surprises. So maybe a city, a country that neither had ever been to before. If that were the case he’d need to start working now to get his contacts in place.

Or maybe they’d move to California.

Daren kind of missed the sun. He’d like to see his baby’s bottom with a nice suntan. Discussion for later.

“You get into trouble, need some help, don’t look for me.” Done after all, meant done. Of course, he knew as well as she that she’d rather cut out her own tongue before ever calling him for help.

“Hasta la Vista.” He winked and moved to let himself out. Short ass meting. Should make her happy. He was full of generosity tonight it seemed. Maybe being a father was mellowing him. Yeah right.

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