Selene (dealing_death) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-09-17 11:09:00 |
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Current music: | Cypress Hill & Ron Size: Child of the West |
Who: Selene & Sabretooth
Where: From Logan’s place to St. Vibiana’s
Why: ???
When: 8:00pm-ish
Status: Narrative, complete
Rating: PG-13
After speaking with the young girl named Jin, Selene took a seat on the stairs. Holding her head in her hands a shaky breath slipped past parted lips. Logan’s sudden disappearance made her ache as the reality of the situation sank in. Every word she spoke to him last echoed in her head. Her foolish and rushed emotions had chased him from his home. The place where he had found peace. Every time she closed her eyes he was there waiting for her, that confused pained expression painting his eyes.
Something had to be done to remedy the mess she had created.
Jin was quite obliging, gathering Selene a pen and paper. On the thick leaf of rice parchment written in elegant calligraphy was a single declaration. ‘Fate.’ Folding the straightforward message in half she popped a ticket to the aquarium inside. There was no particular day or time for it to be used, when he was ready he could call and she would meet him there. The letter was sealed with an unseen kiss before she slid it beneath the entry. Her lips may not have discolored the paper, but her scent would linger, woven into the threads of the material as an authentic signature.
Leaving the note behind her, Selene stepped out in to the heavy flow of pedestrian traffic. Though she made in not more then a few paces. Selene stumbled when she ran into what felt like a brick wall. Only this wall was not made of mortar and stone. Flesh and muscle stacked upon a towering skeleton composed her obstacle. Hidden in shadow the giant towered over her, blotting out the little light from the moon. As the aroma washed over her Selene stepped away from the hulking beast who wore the skin of a man. Fear briefly touched her now white eyes.
”Guessin’ the runt told ya ‘bout me.”
From left to right her dark eyes wandered. This was one promise she would be keeping. If she crossed his path Selene was supposed to run. When nature took over and the dilemma of fight or flight took over she had always chosen fight. Going against the warrior beating in her chest she disappeared into the crowd running like the wind.
Bodies of innocent bystanders were thrown to the way side as she darted in and out of the crowded sidewalk. He was not far behind. Each foot fall sounded like a car crash and was felt in the sheet of pavement. Selene pushed harder, ran faster. Never looking back. The church was not much further….
Determined eyes stared dead ahead, locked on her safe haven, the light at the end of the tunnel. A clawed hand caught the tail end of her coat as it floated behind her in the breeze created by the fast pace of her run. He tightened his grip and pulled hard on the sheet of flapping leather. Her heart beat faster as she struggled to get out of the coat. Falling to the ground, her hands skidding across the rough ground, she successfully removed herself from the fabric. Popping back up with little room left between the vampire and her stalker Selene picked up her furious pace.
You can make it….. She growled in her head as the monster growled at her back. There was no elegance left in her run. No grace in her movements. For the first time she understood what it felt like to be the gazelle on the open plains of Africa. Selene was the prey. Keep moving. Do not stop….
The weight of her small body was thrown into the thick wood doors guarding the church. With a thud and a gasp of air she hit the ground, rolling further away from the entrance as she skidded to a stop. Pushing herself up from the ground she glared at the pacing beast outside her door. Like a child with a blanket he held her coat, the fabric dangling from his hand as it drug across the ground. Teeth snapped and gnashed at her, his black eyes wild with rage. Getting up from the wooden floor of the church Selene stood defiantly in the arch way, arms folded across her heaving chest. “I will be wanting that back.” She snapped at him before slamming the now rickety doors of the church shut.