Week Ten: Friday When: After Sunset Where: In the city Who: Asya and Diarmad What: Confession time
So much to talk about, so much Asya didn’t want to say. So much she had no desire to face. She just wanted all of this to be over. To leave and never look back. There was so much she feared now, fears that she’d never held before but now nearly crippled her. She feared the demon, of course, Sergio. She feared what he would do to her, and what he might do to others. But most of all she feared what he would do to Diarmad. She was a fool, such a fool to risk telling him anything. Diarmad was already in such danger. This would only make it worse.
And of course, Sergio was not all she feared. In fact, he, and what he might do, was not even the worst of her fears. No. More than anything else she feared Diarmad knowing the truth. She feared the disappointment in his eyes. She feared the hate she knew he would hold for he.
Where once she had expected it, and been accustomed to it, now she feared it. The memory of that loathing was so fresh, and the hint of it’s opposite… so inviting. Asya clung to the truth, keeping it buried deep away, hidden so that Diarmad might never see the truth. Maybe then he might look beyond all she once had been, and see only what she now wished to be. If he knew all the truth he might only hate her even more than ever.
Then again, on the plus side, maybe he’d then actually take that freedom she had given. Maybe then he’d accept it. He’d be safe then, wouldn’t he? Maybe it would all be for the best.
Funny… that thought did nothing to hasten the vampiress’ uncharacteristically heavy steps as she found her seat in the back of the dimly lit bar. With a glass of wine in her hand, she waited, knowing he would be right behind her. Feeling him near already. With a shaky, unneeded breath, she took a drink, and steeled herself for what she must do.