Who: Poseidon and Melanie What: Stalking Poseidon is stalking Where: Subway/Coffee shop When: Tuesday late afternoon, March 15, 2011 after Poseidon gets off work Warnings: Being a creeper
Melanie sat on the tattered subway seat, the last one she saw open as she raced to catch it in time before she missed it again. She spent two years in Japan she should have been used to this, but for some reason she was dragging her feet these days. Just yesterday she'd missed the train on her way home twice from work and had to call Celano to come get her because walking that late wasn't very safe. Not on the side of town she'd managed to get into. She was lost in New York. She knew her way around Tokyo, but New York confused her at the moment.
Breathing a sigh of relief she put on her headphones, starting to rock out to the music when she felt eyes on her. That wasn't an uncommon thing. In Japan she'd been the oddball, and most people kept to themselves though there were some subway middle-aged lurks there too. When she looked up she met a face that made her mouth drop wide. She dropped her Ipod to the floor, hands shaky. He was the spitting image Celano down to his nose, the way his eyes set, jawline and build. The only thing that threw it was there was a darkness in those eyes and heavy brow. He stared straight through her with that glare and she felt her heart stop in her throat.
When the train came to a stop she couldn't get up fast enough or out into the streets. She bustled through the crowd of people coming on the train and getting off hoping she could lose him. Something there gave her a cold chill. While she could brave it and ask she just had the flight reflex. She had to get away. If he was the brother Celano mentioned he sounded a little crazy talking about earthquakes as if it were something to laugh at. It unsettled her.
That gaze it was as if he was an old man with binoculars.
Poseidon followed.
Like a bulldog forcing it's way through a crowd, he made his way through catching up a lot quicker than she thought possible. With each step he only seemed to gain step, closing the space between them and it set her into a panic. With a sharp turn she stepped down a small ally hoping he'd pass. She saw him go by and waited before taking a step out into the street again.
He'd been watching her for a few days, figuring out who she was, what she was to Triton. With him out of a car he had to use public means for transportation. After seeing her pass by accident the other day, he'd taken the long route home. He wasn't in the mood for breaking her, but he wanted to scare her. After work she often headed to the coffee shop, he had a hunch she would be stopping now considering he'd gotten under her skin already.
When she was about to open the door she ran right into him in line. Her heart stopped in her throat, a gasp releasing as her scared eyes looked around frantically. "I'm sorry," she said putting her hand to her chest thankful the barista asked her for her order just then. She stumbled over her words in her order. She waited patiently but felt the man's eyes on her the whole time as she took a seat close to the door. Almost instantly as she sat down he was in the seat in front of her.
Holding her cup close she looked over finally getting the courage to speak.
"Do I know you?" she asked. He was well put together. Suit, tie, groomed nice, he had to be wealthy. His whole demeanor was different than that of Celano who was calm, kind and not invasive. This guy felt like he was breaking all the rules of personal space.
"Nope," he said casually propping his feet up in the chair to the side as if he he was kicking back in his own home.
"Are--" she paused voice shaky again, "are you related to Celano Tridos?" Poseidon paused for a minute realizing she meant Triton as he wasn't used to calling the kid by his mortal name.
"You could say that," was his low reply. Something in his voice made her panic again. She wasn't sure why she just had to get out of there. She looked around to the barista again, but he was too busy with a small line of customers to notice. No one noticed.
"You're his brother?" A question that made him laugh out loud which finally drew eyes over towards them for her to feel safer.
"Not quite." His arms crossed over his chest. He could be nice and not tell her a thing, or he could be a bastard and confuse her further. "Your boyfriend isn't who he says he is."
"What do you mean?" She took a sip of her coffee though it did nothing to calm her down.
"He's lying to you if you think he's this picture perfect guy," oh it was pathetic really. Triton had a mean streak, Poseidon was fishing for it. To remind the kid of whose he was. He smiled with an evil smirk. Oh, this was fun. She looked confused. "Brush up on your mythology girlie, particularly Greek if you want a better clue."
Pause.
"I'm his father." He stood then getting up, pushing the chair away from where it was and gripping the back of hers on either side of her head. "I'm Poseidon," he whispered in her ear, which made her stop cold.
"I have somewhere I need to be," she said quickly pulling out her phone from her purse. Police? Celano? Who did she call?
"Don't think so. I'm not through with you yet."
For some reason that made her feel like he had every intention of dragging her to some remote location and burying her body.