Aidan O’Reilly (alwaysathief) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-08-24 12:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-08-2017, aidan, aidan and darcy, darcy |
The Stalker
Who: Darcy and Aidan
Where: Aidan's Room
When: Late
Darcy had followed Aidan as soon as he'd left his house. She'd been watching for him, waiting for him to leave and then she was after him. She knew how to follow, how to stay silent, better than most, because he'd taught her. When the got closer to Sylvia's house she slowed to a stop. watching from across the street. "Don't." She murmured it under her breath, barely there, not audible, but then he'd gone to the last house she wanted him to go to. She hadn't even thought to put the name with the weird girl from school. Because Aidan wouldn't be interested in such a strange girl. No one was interested in her. She didn't even have friends.
Against her unheard warnings, Aidan let himself into the house and Darcy followed after him. She could follow his flashlight through the house, though the windows were darker than she would have liked. She trailed behind him, watching him move slowly, looking for his lighter and silently prayed for him to move faster. Any minute now he was going to find it right. When he moved further into the house she trailed along the outside at least until she found a window she couldn't see through. It was open a little though so she could at least hear, which meant Darcy parked herself under it, listening. At first it was just Aidan and then a voice joined his, confirming the identity of his mystery girl.
Damnit Aidan was an idiot. She wasn't even sure how much of an idiot he was until he told Sylvia about what he'd dreamt about and how he said it, which was disgusting because it was Aidan and worse because it was Sylvia, and then there was talk about biting. Lots of talk about biting. Wanting to be bit. Reactions to biting. What the actual hell were they talking about? It wasn't until the noises changed that Darcy realize what was going on. Those were moans. The only thing that kept Darcy from saying something was the hand she'd clapped over her mouth.
She'd held out for a moment more then gagged twice and pulled herself out of the bushes and back towards Aidan's house. There was no way she was waiting that out, but she sure as hell wasn't letting him off the hook for that. For any of it. She let herself into his house and room, sitting on his bed to wait, stewing in her own mind, unable to get rid of that stupid memory of him groaning like he had. With Sylvia. How disgusting. Didn't he know better? Why was he into her weird shit about being bit?
There was only so long she could wait being angry though, and eventually it wore her out to the point where she couldn't keep her eyes open, curling up in a ball on Aidan's bed and falling asleep.
It was late when Aidan got home, so he was quiet coming in, not wanting to wake Eily. The last thing he needed was someone asking where he was or who he was with. He didn't know how he was going to answer those questions yet, very aware of the age difference between himself and Sylvia and not sure how other family members would take that. He often wanted to not care about their opinions, but the truth of the matter was that he did. They were family. That didn't mean he'd stop doing what he was doing, but having their disapproval would make things more difficult.
When he came into his room and found Darcy on his bed, his defenses immediately went up, even before he woke her. He'd asked her not to come along and perhaps she'd listened, but was still annoyed that he'd left her behind. Aidan sat down on the bed and began to remove his shoes, all the while wondering what she was going to ask him and how he should answer it. At least he'd gotten his lighter back.
Darcy shifted, waking at the feel of his weight on the bed. She blinked twice, not sure why he'd be in her room and it took a full minute before she realized she was in his. Sitting up a little she rubbed at her eyes. "Aidan O'Reilly, you have to stop this." Her voice was thick with sleep, but serious. "All of it." She didn't sound angry like she wanted to but she did remember that she was angry.
Aidan raised a brow as he pulled his socks off, not sure exactly to what she might be referring. Stealing things? Not likely. That had been going on far too long for him to stop. “What’re you talking about, Darce?” he asked, turning on his bed as he began to unbutton his shirt. She was mad at him about something, but he was going to need a bit more from her to understand what.
"Sylvia." Darcy sat up, not worried that he was undressing. They'd shared the same bed before but it had been a while.
Aidan’s eyes slid over to her as he dropped his shirt on the floor, leaving him in his undershirt and jeans. He wanted to finish undressing and climb into bed, but if the conversation was going to go that way, he might as well stay dressed. “You followed me,” he said, annoyance creeping into his voice. He’d followed her plenty of times in the past, but he’d never told her to stop anything she was doing. “It’s none of your business.”
Darcy nodded. "Of course I followed you. In case you needed back up." Which was legitimate in her book. Shaking her head she slipped into a far more serious look than the ginger ever had. "You know I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."
“This wasn’t a job I needed backup on,” he said, but not harshly. He appreciated that she wanted to help, and many times he would have wanted a lookout. Just not this time. When she protested Sylvia further, Aidan laid down on the bed and pulled out his lighter, flicking it to life as put a cigarette between his lips. “What’s your problem with her?”
"You broke into someone's house," Darcy pointed out. He'd needed her back up. She reached for his cigarette once it was lit, half to steal it and half to keep his attention on her. "Because she's weird Aidan. She bit you. How is that not really fucked up?"
“I’ve been breaking into people’s houses since I was fourteen,” he said, slapping her hand away so he could at least get a good drag in before handing her the cigarette. He needed the second to stall, to his blood boiling over the fact that she’d listened in on their conversation, while worried about how much she knew. “We all have our kinks,” he said, hoping she hadn’t seen anything. He felt like he would have noticed that. “Maybe I like it.”
"So have I," Darcy said, since he had taught her, her making a face at the slap. "You don't have that kink. She's too fucking weird Aidan. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." She snagged the cigarette as he finished his drag. "Don't. That's bad. Even for us."
Aidan’s eyes widened as he gave her a look, one that asked ‘are we really having this conversation?’ He was not going to discuss his kinks with his eighteen year old cousin. “I don’t think she’s weird,” he said, since that was the truth, and he had the feeling he knew Sylvia better than Darcy did. “Why do you think so? Because she bit me?” He needed to know, to better understand what she had against Sylvia, since he just didn’t see it.
"Because she is," Darcy insisted. "That's not even getting into the biting and fucking thing. Which by the way, you're lucky I didn't puke." Darcy made a face, purely it disgusted. "I get that you don't, but she is. She's weird at school and everyone is weird." That was what happened when you survived zombies. Everyone came out strange.
He wanted to argue that he hadn’t fucked her, but considering how much he wanted to, he didn’t think that would be a very valid argument. “Then maybe next time you shouldn’t follow me, ‘cause I don’t plan on taking your weak stomach into consideration any time soon.” Like ever. He hadn’t said anything when she lost her virginity in a barn, next to horse shit, so why did she feel like she had the right to speak up now? “Well, I like her, and I don’t give a damn if you don’t.”
"Maybe next time I should be more obvious in following you," Darcy wasn't backing down. "Aidan, it's me. Do you really think I would say something if I didn't mean it?" This wasn't some boy from her school; this was easily the strangest girl Darcy had ever seen.
“You might mean it, but that doesn’t mean I have to agree with you,” Aidan argued, trying to keep his voice down. He didn’t need Eily to wake up and join this conversation. “She said this would happen. That people don’t like her. That they think she’s weird. But I don’t see her that way. So while I appreciate you looking out for me, it’s not enough for me to back down on this one.”
Darcy looked at her cousin, one eyebrow raised. “Have you suffered some sort of severe head trauma lately? It’s not something that happens. It’s not that whole thing where she’s weird, but really no one understands her, how like I’m actually kinda quiet at school, it’s not like that. She’s odd, and don’t you dare try and tell me you haven’t seen it because I heard everything before you started groaning and moaning and it was all fucking weird. You know you threatened to burn someone’s house down for stealing her umbrella? Who the fuck cares? It’s an umbrella and it wasn’t even raining today. You’re sucked into her weird Twilight Zone nonsense and this is me pulling you out. You got laid, great, you probably needed that. Time to move on.” Darcy’s voice didn’t get raised, the entire conversation not coming from her temper even if that was what had originally driven her to her cousin’s room in the first place. No, now she was just laying out the facts for Aidan, reaching in and pulling him back from the depths of Sylvia’s grasp.
“This is not. your. call,” Aidan growled, biting back his temper with every word. It wasn’t worth correcting her on the details, that he hadn’t gotten laid, that it was a parasol, not an umbrella, because she didn’t see the big picture like he did. “She’s odd. Fine. I like it. You think you know everything, but you don’t.” While it would be nice and easy if she approved of the relationship, Darcy’s disapproval wasn’t enough to stop him. He cared what his family thought, but only up to a point.
“You’re weird Aidan, but you aren’t that weird…” Darcy’s voice was full of concern, pulling her feet under indian style to look at her cousin. “Aidan...I’m worried about you. She’s younger than me.” She bit her lip, not sure what else to say. This was bad. He couldn’t even see he was stuck in deep.
A part of him wanted to explain some of the weird, but he didn’t want to betray Sylvia’s trust and telling Darcy that she was a vampire would be doing just that. It might also make things worse, since right now Darcy just didn’t like Sylvia, whereas as a vampire she would be an actual threat. “Do you see any bite marks on me?” Aidan sighed, holding out his arms. “She has a sun allergy. She was seriously burned without her parasol to keep her in the shade. And I’m not going to burn down anyone’s house, though I hope you know me well enough by now to know my natural reaction to hurting anyone I care about it always over the top.” Burning down Lance’s house was extreme, but it would be so fitting. “Is that what this is about?” he asked with a sigh. “Her age?”
“A what? Oh you’re fucking kidding me,” Darcy rolled her eyes. “She does not. I go to school with her remember?” She looked at his arms, making a face at the lack of marks. “But you were talking about it?” When he said he cared about Sylvia her shoulders slumped low. “This is bad Aidan. B. A. D. Bad. No, this is not about her age, it’s just icing on a cake full of bats or newts or whatever she eats.” She shook her head. “This is going to get you in so much trouble.”
“What is wrong with you? She’s a sixteen year old girl who’s got some bizarre interests and likes stealing stuff, but she’s not a witch or some kind of monster,” Aidan said, then rubbed his hands over his face. He definitely couldn’t tell Darcy about her being a vampire, even if Sylvia was cool with it. That would just make things worse. “Look, I can’t make you like her. I wouldn’t even try to. You don’t even like your own family, for fuck’s sake. But you don’t have to like her because I do. I know she’s young. You know that bugs me. I went in there determined not to even kiss her, but decided why the fuck not?”
“She might be! You don’t know that! She’s weird. How are you not hearing me?” Darcy had an edge of pleading in her voice, staring at her cousin as he kept speaking. “Do you hear yourself? What you’re saying? You weren’t going to kiss her and you did...Actually, no, I don’t want to know. I almost puked already today.” Aidan was lost. Almost completely, wasn’t he? Darcy was going to solve this matter on her own it sounded like.
“I’m hearing you, but I’m disagreeing!” he said, voice rising just slightly. “And you know what, I’m tired of hearing that you almost puked. It’s insulting. It’s none of your fucking business, Darcy, so if your plan is to sit here and continue to lecture me, you might as well go.” He’d had a good night, a rather enjoyable one, and she was ruining it. All she’d done was prove Sylvia was right, that people didn’t like her, even if he couldn’t understand why.
Darcy bit her lip, staring at her cousin. He was completely sucked in. “Don’t think I’m letting this go, Aidan.” She wasn’t. But she would for right now. Because he wasn’t listening and she needed another tactic. Getting up from the edge of the bed, she grabbed her shoes and started towards the door, not even looking back at him.
“Let it go, Darcy,” he called out, hoping she’d think better of it after a night’s sleep. He didn’t enjoy fighting with her, but this was none of her business. She didn’t have to like Sylvia, but she had no right to tell him he couldn’t like her. As she disappeared out the door, he flopped back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He wondered if he’d dream of her again tonight. And if he did, was it because she bit him, or because he was into her. He really needed to go a few days without her biting him to figure it out.