elaine rollins (ex_deplorabl194) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-12-10 22:25:00 |
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Who Elaine Rollins and Jadis.
What Late-night dangers keep Elaine awake.
When 12/10/10, 1 AM.
Where The Rollins penthouse.
Warnings There are general dark themes. Non-explicit violence, sex, and suicide are mentioned.
There it was, pounding in her head again, relentless as a pulse.
You could always kill him.
The knife rack beckoned, the rat poison in the back cupboard called her name. Elaine turned away from them and left the kitchen. Left her water glass behind, too. She could break it and cut Arthur with the shards.
Having her eyes shut wasn't the same as when she'd been blind, but she shut them anyway, let her hand find her place on the wall. She'd memorized every inch of their home, and had been surprised when she saw it for the first time that it matched up well to the blueprint of it in her head. Now she consulted that blueprint, followed its lines to take her away from the kitchen, and her feet found their familiar way back to the bathroom, then the guest bedroom. The bedroom where she slept at night when she knew the voice in her head was too loud to ignore.
It wasn't that she'd ever do what that bitch told her to do. She'd never hurt him. The day she hurt him was the day she left forever. Maybe she'd walk into traffic with her cane, make it look like an accident so he could get the insurance money. She could do anything - step off the edge of the balcony, rent a car and run a red light. She'd do whatever it took to keep him safe.
For now, it just meant slipping out of bed once in a while and sleeping in the guest bedroom. She made sure to come back in the early morning before he got up, so he wouldn't worry. She knew he didn't like how she never told him anything, how she kept it all locked down, bottled up. What else was she going to do, though? She could never tell him about this. Never.
She washed her face in the bathroom, not turning on the light so she wouldn't have to think about breaking the mirror and taking up a big broken piece and... She cupped the water in her hands, drank enough to ease the dryness in her mouth, and dried off.
She and the bed were familiar with each other now, and the comforter settled around her, still a little warm from her body heat. She drew in a deep breath, let it out in a sigh, and let the onslaught come, the barrage of thoughts and orders and demands that came in every unguarded moment from the monster living in her head.
Kill him. You could do it and make it look like an accident. Kill him, damn you, kill him, what is he to you, he's nothing. You could live without him. You don't need him. Think of what you could do with him out of the way. You could live your life, you could do whatever you want. You have your sight again. You will develop my powers and together - together we will be glorious. You will never age. You will be immortal. Think, human, think. We could rule this world.
It would keep going in that vein, growing in volume and intensity, riddled with curses and exhortations and half-pleas. It always did. Elaine shut her eyes again, feeling Jadis beating on the barriers of her mind from the inside, trying to find a way out, to find control. She knew that if Jadis got out, if she had control for an instant, Arthur would be dead. She would not let that happen.
But Jadis was gaining ground, centimeter by centimeter. Even the fact that Elaine had to walk away from any murder weapons, that she had to hide in the guest room, were signs that she was losing the battle. Jadis' awareness was seeping into hers, meshing with it, and where Elaine might only have seen the pleasing gleam of light on metal, Jadis saw a blade that would be bettered with a tasteful spray of arterial blood.
Elaine wasn't without weapons of her own, though, and she let her memories flood her mind, drowning out the circular demands of the woman in her head. Shaking Arthur's hand the first time when he agreed to take her case, feeling the warmth of it, the calluses and firm grip. Touching his face to read his smile and looks, tracing her fingertips over every inch, then letting her lips follow the same trail. Standing in a wedding dress she couldn't see, feeling him slip onto her finger the cool band of the ring she had chosen by touch. Making love on their wedding night, the richness of it, every moment a new sensation.
Memory was truly her greatest weapon against Jadis, with the devastation of a nuclear bomb, and the keening in her head subsided, stifled by the witch's disgust and dim awareness of her rant's futility. Elaine opened her eyes again, reaching over to the alarm clock on the bedside table; she set it for 4 AM.
Now she shut her eyes and settled deep into the mattress and pillows, knees tucked to her chest under the protection of the duvet, waiting for when she could return to the arms of her arch-enemy, the person who loved her best.