Vivian Quinn Roth-Laurent (creed_of_flight) wrote in halcyon_houses, @ 2008-05-07 02:19:00 |
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Week Nine: Thursday- Narrative
Who: Vivian
Where: Her dorm
When: Early Morning, before classes
What: The past manages to seep into her dreams
He had been quiet that night... not to say he was usually the talkative type, but he always had something to say when conversation had began. A quality, which she had immediately found attractive. His intelligence, and wit had been something few men carried in such a way, that it did not scream of undeserved self confidence. No, he had always been charming, and when they spoke, her attention rested completely with him. Something that more often than not, found her boss less than happy to see the man return, no matter how much money he spent in the pub. Many an evening, she had to be pulled away from him, for a talk, a reminder that there were other customers that needed tending to. Other people who might be interested in having a kind ear at their disposal. That was where the difference had been. Her's was not the ear being used, but rather his. At a time when she was trying to regain normalcy in her life, he'd been willing to listen to her. Vivian spoke many a night to him, about her family, school, what she hoped to do with her life, once her education was complete. He'd even shared his own loss with her, a wife, and twin daughters... lost long ago, he had said. The hurt had been evident in his beautiful green eyes. They had both lost their families, that had been an instant connection for them. An attraction, she felt had been there as well. Maybe it had just been the way he looked at her, could he look at any woman that way, and have them not melt at his feet?
"It's really a shame, that we only see one another here, in a business setting." She had said, as the bar began to empty for the night, leaning against the top of the bar, her fingers curled around his wrist. Now, she recalled finding it odd, how cold his skin was, but she had simply dismissed it. "You should take me home with you, make me a drink for a change." Her lips had curled teasingly following her words. Vivian had never been subtle, she wanted him, and was not the least bit shy in making this known. He had pulled his hand away from her own then, and her smile faded. Henry wished her a good evening, paid his tab, and departed. Not all men appreciated direct women. Maybe he was old fashioned. Hell, maybe he was gay, or simply not interested in her. As it was, she hadn't expected to see him return the following night. Acting as if their goodbye the previous night, had not been at all awkward. This had gone on for two years. The heavy flirting, leading up to a night when she would again ask that he take her home with him, and again, he would wish her a good night, and leave. After a time, she simply stopped asking, and settled for this strange friendship that the two developed. Vivian did consider him a friend, he knew so much about her, always wished to be kept up to date on the changes in her life. If that wasn't a friend, she didn't know what was.
But that night, it had been different. Henry had arrived at the bar later than usual, and he had not immediately drawn out her attention for service. Granted, Friday was always a business night, so she had not thought much of it. Once the bar began to clear, she approached him, questioning why he seemed so out of sorts. Henry had just smiled, before presenting the invitation of a night on the town. Vivian had been so surprised by this, that it took her a moment to answer him. There might have even been a moment, where she considered turning him down. It was odd... after all this time, and now he wished to see her outside of the bar? He'd been illusive, the man she couldn't have... there was no way in hell, that she wasn't going to take her chance, when it was finally available to her. Ignite had been their destination, where drinks, and dancing on the beach had been enjoyed for a short time. The wonderful thing about Vivian was that she was easy... well, easy enough. It had been a nice touch, but not at all necessary. It was less than an hour later, that the two shared a taxi ride back to his flat.
It had been an impressive home. Old, and in a good area of the city. Obviously he had money, if he called such a place home. It had been dark, very dark, and the bare. Bare for even a mans home, as if it wasn't often used. Only a few pieces of furniture littered the expansion of the place, the walls were bare, only thick, heavy curtains covered the windows. There was no way the sun would ever creep into the rooms through them. Vivian hadn't been interested in his home, maybe the short looking over had been foolish... perhaps if she had been coy, and admired his home, she might have bought herself some time. Only a few words had passed between them, before the door had been locked, and her lips were on his. That long lithe form of hers, pressed securely against the front of his body, while her fingers buried themselves into his curly, black hair. The tips of her toes supported her weight, while she took charge of the kiss from the start. Vivian had always been an aggressive, dominate person, and it was her every intention, to be the progressing factor in their exchange that night.
How she had underestimated him. The man could kiss, a fact she to this day, could not dispute. He was strong, that became evident quite quickly, the way he had held her, as if he feared she might float away from him, if his grasp were slightly more weak. There had been a reason for it, of course. When his lips trailed away from her own, swollen, and pink from their efforts, she had been desperate for air, and not at all bothered when his own moved to her throat. With her head thrown back, she presented her long neck to him, invitingly. The kisses hadn't been gentle, they burned, ached, fuck... she had loved it. Until that white hot pain, and crackling sound of fleshing being torn into, struck her. Everything that followed had been a blur... the question, to live, or die. Live, she wanted to live, she agreed that she wanted help. The metallic taste filled her mouth then, and he told her to drink. When she awake some time later, it was upon an unfamiliar bed, with the desire to drink so powerful, that she felt quite panicked from it. He had spoke then... not outload, but within her mind. Henry explained what had happened, what she was, what she must do now, to satisy that thirst. Vivian refused. It was insane, everything he said was completely insane. There was no way it was true, she was not... a vampire.
Before she even reached the bedroom door, his arms were around her waist, her feet off the floor. His strength was startling, and her attempts to resist him were pointless. Everything became black once more... what had happened? How much time had passed, before she woke up again? Vivian would never forget the feeling of that heavy, cold metal, wrapped around each ankle. Never would she forget the sound the chains made, every time she moved. There was just enough length to them, that she could move about the room. Her bedroom door, just out of reach, not that it would have made a difference. Each visit was announced by the sound of several locks being seen to. At first, days would pass, before he came to her. Allowing the thirst to build, until she lunged at even him. It was no matter, it didn't seem to phase him. A pair of handcuffs would be used then, to secure her to the bed, so that he could force her to drink. Finally, he began to come every night, still she did not cooperate. It would be months before she stopped fighting him. Still the restraints remained. She became a caged bird, with only a single set of eyes, peering in at her.
Six months... six months in that bedroom. The only time the metal wasn't against her flesh, was when she bathed. Even then, he sat only a few feet away, never allowing her the smallest chance of escape. Always watching, always in control. It was only when she stopped resisting him, that he began to give her time away from the restraints. It built up, until he seemed to trust that she wouldn't flee, that the two had left Africa, and made the journey to Ireland. Days there had been worse. An unfamiliar place, that she had no knowledge of, no where to go, if she was able to flee. His estate was impressive, she wasn't even aware of it's boundaries. When it came time to rest, they slept together, the only room without a window. Vivian didn't sleep at all that first week. Too broken to fight back, too scared to seek escape. This was going to be her life from then on. All hope was lost, every time that baritone voice met her ears.
The room was still dark, when she awoke, a feeling of panic set deep into her bones. Finding herself in the comfort of her dorm at Halcyon should put her at ease, but it didn't. Given the recent changes, she knew that this room could easily become a prison as well. Losing your freedom, next to losing her family, had been the worst tragedy of her existence. A person was not made to be kept in such a small space.. isolated from long periods of time. It was no wonder that some many people, coming out of prison had no idea what to do with themselves. You grow used to someone else directing your life, you lose the ability to do so yourself. She had been lucky, she had been able to find some direction for her life once more.. now it was threatened again. No, she could not stand for this. Pulling her legs to her chest, she rested her chin atop her knee, starring into the darkness of her room. She had to think of something... there had to be a solution to this problem. Vivian refused to be his.