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Alex Millar is now free to look how she wants (stucklikethis) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-05-09 21:09:00

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alex millar, hal yorke

WHO: Alex Millar and ~~Hal Yorke~~ Lord Harry
WHAT: He's been poking at her feels online, now they're in person, he gets to do it more. He is a bad, bad man.
WHEN: Post Lilu rescue.
WHERE: Their forest place
RATING: TBD, but it's him and his evils, and her and her foul language.
STATUS: In Progress
[Cut lyrics: My Immortal by Evanescence]

The plan had been....

Well, it had been flawed. At best. But Alex could understand why, and she couldn't say that she would have done any differently. Love, be it between parents and children, or between lovers, or any other form, it could chase away rational thoughts and leave people vulnerable. Even dead people like her.

The focus had been to get Lily Potter out, and that had happened. The young redhead was back with her family, though Alex hadn't missed the stricken look she had given her father at the use of one particular curse, and even though Lord Harry had laughed it off, Alex wondered what the longer term issues would be with that. But that was between them and in front of her was a more immediate issue.

She had known that the wizards, skilled though they were, would not have been able to take on the Old One with such disorganization. Lord Harry required planning, strategy, and without those things casualties were a very real possibility. And even though Alex had seen first hand the kinds of things he could do, she still froze when she saw him grabbing Lydia. Fangs out. Eyes black. That smirk on his face, and Alex had no doubt in her mind that he was seconds from tearing her friends' throat out. So she did the only thing she could do, she had rentaghosted across the room to his side and yanked him, yanked him away from Lydia and away from everyone, away from that entire place in fact, as she did another rentaghost. She couldn't do it with any living thing.

But a vampire was not living.

She hadn't even really thought about it, just gone with her instinct, and had reappeared with him in the place she was beginning to think of as her and Hal's place, that forest where they had had one heart breaking conversation, and where she had nearly torn it apart when she had found out about Katherine. The area still looked as though a small tornado had hit it, but Alex's focus was on the vampire in front of her. She hadn't exactly thought all of this through, and now the two of them were there, at least an hours walk from any people, she had absolutely no clue what to do.

Though there was a lot of wood around.

She held out a hand and a broken branch flew into it and she held it warily at her side.

"So. Here we are."

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needstheroutine
2013-05-09 08:42 pm UTC (link)

He still had blood on his lips when she rentaghosted him. Lily's blood. He could taste the innocent off her and that was of course why he'd kept taking more, every time she got speechy, every time she told him she'd find a way to save him. Did they really still make them so fucking naive. But the father that looked younger than the daughter had caught him off guard, the redhead man talked him down from the curse that actually caused him more pain than he'd known in a long time. Told him they should get out of there, and in the confusion he'd gone to Lydia. He wanted nothing more than to tear her throat out and he'd have done it too if Alex hadn't brought him here.

Hadn't even gotten to taste her blood. Still, there was time yet. Even if the bitch did have a stake in her hand. He wasn't worried she'd use it. Love was a funny thing.

"Here we are indeed. Though really, I wasn't finished. I had a children's book at a classical whore to kill. You ruin my fun Alex." he told her, the drawl that was so very not Hal, ever present. As if she needed any more convincing that her boyfriend was gone. He moved in closer to her, for now simply ignoring the stake held to her side and stepping in beyond the bounds of personal space. Eyes still black and the ever present smirk showing her just how dead and gone Hal was. "You're going to have to make up for what I've missed. You do realise that. You owe me now, and I can't see how a little ghost girl is going to repay that kind of debt. I was going to paint the city with them. And you....you thought you'd get me out of the way, get me to safety and then what, stake me. Is that what this is? Go on then, stake me. If you can of course."

A ghost of a kiss brushed her neck and Harry's hand slid along Alex's arm toward the hand carrying the stake. She called him predictable? He knew exactly what buttons to push.

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stucklikethis
2013-05-09 08:58 pm UTC (link)

She should have just done it. Should have just lifted the stake before even talking because fucking damn him. Damn him to fucking hell and back. Words and tone that were so very not Hal, but the closeness, the teasing hint of a kiss, things that could make even a dead girl draw a shuddering breath, those were him. Him when he was in one of his teasing moods anyway.

Still, her grip tightened around the stake, refusing to let it go, even as she stumbled backwards, just a little, before a tree stopped her going further.

"Oh boo hoo, I stopped you killing some more people, however will I get past that fact?" But her tone was more shaky than she liked to admit.

"Fine, I owe you. What do you want?"

Fuck herself to hell, why was she still talking? It was simple, lift her hand, ram the stake home, do what she had promised and it would be over.

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needstheroutine
2013-05-10 06:21 am UTC (link)

Backed up against a tree, how very convenient. One arm still sliding to finally grab the stake from her and the other leaning on the tree keeping her from getting past him easily, Hal watched her for a moment, still amused that she was so unable to do what she'd promised she would. She would never hurt him, never kill him, she wasn't capable of it. Love was hilarious really. But owing him, that was still decidedly relevant and he hadn't quite worked out just what it was he wanted from her yet.

"What do I want, well really, there's a lot. Blood, power, sex the usual. Its a messy world out there and frankly it saddens me that I can't be as prolific as I can at home. You helped Lily escape, you saved Lydia from me. At some point you are going to have to back off, or we'll keep winding back up here won't we. You threatening to stake me, never quite having the guts to. Cute as it is, I'm busy."

Finally getting a grip on the branch she'd decided was a stake he wrenched it from her grasp and threw it away. Oh he knew what ghosts were capable of, she could have it, or another in seconds. But she didn't want one. If she'd wanted to stake him, she'd have tried already. Her hands now free his own moved to pin her at the tree, eyes no longer black but still with no humanity behind them. There was nothing of the man she had loved.

"I'm going to kill more people, recruit more people and you, you're going to watch, because if they get me, if you stake me, or if you let them do it, you'll fade too, won't you? I'm keeping you here, have they even asked? Have any of them even worried about you enough? Potter didn't, too busy welling up enough hate to shatter his daughters opinion of him forever, Lydia, its not you she cares about its the attack dog. Who would miss you, if you were gone. I would." he added almost tauntingly.

"You reacted, when I kissed you, don't deny it. Promise to be good, promise to play things my way, and maybe I'll give you that again."

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stucklikethis
2013-05-10 02:44 pm UTC (link)

Inwardly, she hated herself more than a bit for letting him pull the branch away. Yes, there were others, yes it would take mere seconds for her to pull one to herself. Maybe even just slam in into him without her even needing to hold it.

But she didn't.

At least not yet.

"God, you're a fucking cliche." She practically snarled at him, even as he had her pinned down. "Blood, power, sex, talk about Bond villain. Get a new tune, that one's been over played already, sweetheart." Though once again, her mind wandered to her Hal, her love, and what might be happening to him wherever he was. With hot women throwing themselves at him with blood and sex, vampires tending to his every need, the Lord of the Old Ones, most powerful vampire of all. Would he be able to resist all of that? Would he ever be able to come back from it?

Though she did have to laugh, a bitter and almost choking sound. "No, they haven't figured it out, but you really think I'm going to let you get away with it to save myself? I'd rather fade away to nothing than let you do this. And if you knew a damn thing about me, you'd understand that."

Her eyes flashed angrily as she glared at him, her neck stretching slightly even as he pinned her down. "Tone down the ego there, your kiss wasn't that good. Believe me, you've got nothing on him."

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needstheroutine
2013-05-10 03:50 pm UTC (link)

Hal mearly shrugged, "Maybe I am, but you're the one who has had ample chance to rid the world of me and never quite taken it. Talk about cliches. Besides you underestimate the appeal of blood, power and sex. I mean I understand why, they're all squarely out of your reach. Though Alex, really, lets not pretend here. It's fairly obvious you were a lot more into that kiss than I was. No offense and all but you just can't really quite get there with a ghost. Now Katherine, Katherine I could take my time with, and I bet she could really give it back. In so many ways you never could."

Hitting where it hurt. It was what he did, what he always had done, she could call it cliche if she wanted but those were the ways that worked, that had always worked.

"You're letting me get away with it now. Because you're not going to stake me. You're going to eventually rentaghost off in a wave of angry ghost angst and I'm going to do worse than just kidnap a witch. You know it, I know it and we also both know you'll sit and cry because you couldn't do it. Because you look in my eyes and you wonder maybe. Maybe I can get him back where Sylvie and Mary and Catherine and who knows how many other simpering fuckwits have failed. Because you're different. Because your love is special and real. And because maybe...gosh, maybe if you kill me, he'll die! Or maybe he's already taken that step too far in my world and maybe you'll lose us both and wouldn't that just devestate you."

His tone was more mocking than anything else. He was playing with her now and the likelyhood was that they both knew it. And yet he was still on top. As usual.

His grip tightened at her wrists.

"The kiss, was as close as you're ever going to get to him again and you know it. You may be dead and cold but there's still a woman under all that tomboy. He dreams about proving it you know, dreams about what it would be like with you. Dreams about real kisses, real shivers down your spine, he thinks about all the ways he would have you. And then he remembers. Shame really. Still, there's always Katherine."

He leaned in, close enough to touch now and raised an eyebrow almost bored.

"Now are you going to hurry up and fade away or am I at least going to get something out of this?"

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stucklikethis
2013-05-10 04:03 pm UTC (link)

That son of a bitch. Alex had forgotten, probably on purpose, just how much his words could hurt. Sure, they'd been bad over the internet, but in person, oh in person it was so much worse. With that mocking tone and sneering look and making her hurt. Poking at her fears for her Hal and what he might have done, and digging, just digging at her own insecurities and how really even her Hal might want Katherine more. Sexy, gorgeous Katherine.

It was ridiculous really, how the tight grip on her wrists could actually cause pain to someone already dead. Even though Alex did everything she could to hide that reaction.

"I believe in him." Her voice was low, angry, and her gaze defiant. "I keep telling you, he'll win against you. And believe me, I won't shed a tear over losing you. Not a one." Even if it was his face, his voice, it wasn't him. Even if he was as close as Alex could get to the man she loved right then. "I will end you, you son of a bitch, I swear to god, I'll do it."

And his words did make her shiver, and she had to fight to suppress a whimper because how fucking dare him, saying things that Hal himself had said to her. Whispers in the night of all the ways he wanted to make her feel, all that experience being put to good use, words that had made her almost feel alive again. And now here he was, saying those same lines, reminding her of all of it, that same low tone that made her gaze flick to his lips without even realizing it.

"I'm far far too stubborn to fade away, or have you not grasped that fact yet?"

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needstheroutine
2013-05-10 04:12 pm UTC (link)

It was actually almost as irritating as Lily's ridiculous speech. Though he suspected she was less fond of the words she'd used now. Maybe he'd make Alex repeat her words too. Maybe it would come to that. Because really, her stubbornness was starting to annoy him. Oh he knew he was getting to her, but she'd never admit it. Not verbally anyway.

"You know, if your body wasn't betraying you so completely right now I'd maybe consider buying that." he told her, laughing and languidly letting one hand loose to trail along her neck and down to the curve of her chest.

"If you didn't shiver, if you didn't look at me like you are, maybe I'd think you believed what you were saying and maybe I'd actually be worried I wouldn't leave this little glade, but I'm going to, aren't I? I'm going to walk away from this because powerful as you are, you're weak where it counts. I'm him with no restrictions, nothing holding me back and there's just a little part of you that wonders if I could make you feel something where he couldn't. If maybe if you juuust close your eyes and think of bonny Scotland that maybe it would be worth and maybe...oh maybe I'd be too distracted to kill. But how could I say something so vile, after all you believe in him! He'll win!"

She would end him. What an adorable thought.

"You can drop the whole stubborn thing, it demeans us both. Mostly you of course but I can try to be nice. Now are we going to keep going round in circles or will I just go and find Katherine, I'm sure human her will be just as feisty."

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stucklikethis
2013-05-10 04:23 pm UTC (link)

If she could breathe, then her breath would have hitched at the touch of his hand. As it was, after a moment's pause, she practically snarled at him.

"You don't have what it takes to make me feel anything. Good for you, you don't hold back, no restrictions, blah blah blah, you really think that's going to be enough to make me feel? You think you're that impressive?"

He was right though. A small part of her wondered, wondered if maybe he was capable of doing anything, if maybe she could be enough of a distraction to stop him killing anyone else, and maybe he'd be able to make her feel something in the process.

"What do you want? You talk about not going around in circles, what do you fucking want from me? Come on, you were talking to Potter about trading for me, now you've got me, what are you going to do about it?" A wind picked up, a wind driven by her anger and frustration, hating herself for still seeing Hal in him, just hints of, yes, but enough to make her hurt. Leaves fluttered around the pair of them as she glared at him so much that he would have burst into flames if that was a ghost power.

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needstheroutine
2013-05-10 11:35 pm UTC (link)

He was arrogant to a fault but then, was it really a fault if he could back it up? He didn't think so but then Alex could sometimes be so focused on the past. On the Hal that was already likely to have slipped in his world. She'd detox him, have a few months of secrets and lies and then the Him trapped the veneer of 'good intentions' would push free. So while he was here, why not give her and the city at large a taste of the future.

"What do I want? I want to break you. Its fairly obvious isn't it. This isn't about any remnants of love or feeling, every time I touch you, every kiss. I want you to want it and yet to know that its a betrayal of your love. To know that you'll still beg for it because its real and its now and because you know he'll never touch you quite like I will. Oh you'll see similarities, of course you will, we share a history, we share so much. But the man you loved in me is long dead and the man you love in the other. Well, he'll die a slow death right in front of you and you'll see it coming. Which frankly I'm sad I'm going to miss."

He could say all he wanted to her, be as cruel and vicious as he was able to be. And yet she wouldn't leave.

"And what you want from me, girl, is to feel. Its so glaringly obvious, because all I have to do is..."

His lips found her neck at the same moment his fingers caressed along her breasts sliding down to her stomach through the jacket she could never remove. He stepped in closer, only one hand now tightly gripping her wrist. Though he doubted very much he needed to anymore.

"You look good in that outfit you know? Special occasion?" he added mockingly, his breath hot with every word.

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stucklikethis
2013-05-11 03:24 pm UTC (link)

Fucking bastard. The worse thing about it all was that he was telling the truth. She hated him and she wanted him and she hated herself for that. He was so close to being her Hal, at least until that cruel sneer appeared on his face and the words cut right through her. But with the possibility of never seeing her Hal again, there was that masochistic side of her that couldn't quite let go.

Not to mention that this was a Hal who was unafraid to really touch her, who didn't have that shadow of guilt in his eyes when he looked at her. A Hal with no limits, and she couldn't deny to herself that a part of her found that incredibly sexy.

"I hate you," her voice was barely above a whisper as she shifted her body against his touch, not meaning to, but seeking more, before she growled slightly. And grabbed him with her free hand, fingers twisted in his hair and pulling harshly as she yanked him forward to kiss him desperately. All heat and anger, longing and hating herself for it. She could almost taste his lips beneath hers, almost feel what it was like.

Though, just behind Hal, a branch floated up. Sharp edges turning in the air, until the point pressed against Hal's back. One more mental push from her and it would all be over. Just a bit more, an inch or two forwards and it would pierce the heart. It would be done. But Alex hesitated, only the slightest pressure against the leather jacket he was wearing showing through.

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needstheroutine
2013-05-12 04:51 pm UTC (link)

Oh she did, he knew she hated him and that just made it all the sweeter watching her so desperate for him. He returned the kiss, getting far more out of it than he knew she was. To him she was tangible, touchable, cold yes, but he didn't care about that. He pulled her closer to him, the kiss rough and unfeeling more about victory over her than anything else. He didn't love her, he didn't care about her. The ghost was nothing to him but a challenge, an annoyance he would soon see fade into nothing.

"Hate really is very powerful don't you think." he told her, "All those feelings you have for him twisting inside you because I look like him, because I sound like him and oh how you wish I didn't. But that kiss, it was the closest you felt to human since your death, wasn't it?"

The stake pressing at his back probably should have phased him, he should most definitely should not have found it a turn on. As it was he growled into the kiss, hands sliding along her back with little real regard for what she might or might not have wanted anymore. She'd hesitated too many times for him to worry that this time she might actually do it. He broke the kiss, cold eyes gazing down at hers and a laugh just as cold followed. "You're not going to do it, you'd have done it already. And you won't do it because part of you desperately wants me to follow through what I've started, part of you wants to stay here with me and forget the things you know I've done. Alex, if you were going to stake me you would have done it, so tell me, were you trying to kill me or turn me on, you know you just had to ask?".

More laughter followed, he couldn't help it, she really was pathetic.

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stucklikethis
2013-05-15 11:06 am UTC (link)

It was mostly a memory that made her feel anything. Kissing him, touching him, it stirred up those memories, bringing them freshly to the surface, mixed with a faint brush of a feeling now.

A feeling that made her feel sick to her stomach.

"No." It was the truth. "Being with him makes me feel human. Though being with you makes me feel ill inside, and I suppose that's human too." It was the darker side of being human. It was the those dark urges and needs that no one liked to talk about, the sinister side that everyone had, but especially those who had experienced the things she had. She had died, she had wanted revenge, and it was having her Hal by her side that had stopped that. This one though, this one would have led her to Rook and laughed as she tore him apart. And there was just the tiniest part of her that wished he had.

"Should have known you'd find something like this a turn on," she sounded as disgusted as she felt, even as the stake wavered at his back. "You know what? Fuck you."

With her mind she drew back the stake again before slamming it forward. It was aimed at his heart, should have hit it, but in her weakness, at that last split second, she hesitated. And the stake buried itself into his back, a mere inch from the cold heart, twisting a little as the tip just missed.

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needstheroutine
2013-05-16 08:40 am UTC (link)

For a split second he thought he'd miscalculated. His eyes widened in pain and shock and he really did think that was it. That was the end and the little ghost bitch had done it. But of course she'd just missed the heart. Still hurt like nothing else though. He fell to the ground almost growling with the pain of it and let forth a stream of expletives some of which he suspected weren't even in common use anymore. She deserved every one of them though.

"You're going to wish you'd killed me Alex. I promise you, you are truly going to wish you'd finished it." he ranted, all the while trying to remove the stake, but it seemed she still had a grip on it. Perhaps arrogance wasn't the way to surrvive this meeting. But he'd seen that look in her eyes, she'd wanted him. Of course she had, he was the stronger of the two personalities warring in his head. He was what she truly wanted.

"Fine. Fine, throw away your only chance at feeling. Because when he does come back, he'll be closer to me than you'd like to imagine. We both know it. You've already lost Alex. Its only a matter of time."

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stucklikethis
2013-05-17 08:09 pm UTC (link)

She did hold the stake there. He was strong, but a ghost's will was stronger, and she forced the stake to remain where it was, as much as the wood trembled against the combined pressure from both of them.

Not that the expletives actually bothered her. She was, as even her Hal had said, insufferable, crude and Scottish, she had heard far worse on a Saturday night in Edinburgh. So Alex just stood there, frozen to the spot and unable to move as she watched him writhe in pain on the floor.

"Maybe I have lost," she finally said, her voice shaky. "But really, which one of us is on the floor right now." It would be so quick, so simple, to just push the stake a little deeper in, a tiny bit. She even did it a little bit, the very tip of the deadly weapon lightly scraping against his heart. She should do it, she should finish it. But Alex couldn't tear her eyes away from his, even as dark and furious as they were.

"Goddamn you," she finally muttered, tears welling up in her eyes, as she teleported away, leaving him on the floor even as her hold on the stake vanished along with her.

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