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Post by witch on Apr 17, 2010 16:14:55 GMT 10
The Phantom Of The Opera's
Evea & Damon's First Meeting Scared, she had never been more scared in her life not even when she had first awoken to the nightmare that was now her life. Run she kept on telling herself but even now her sixteen year old legs were starting to crump but that maybe because she had thought he had broken one of them only to luckily find out it was a bad sprain. Still with one eyes closed over and covered in blood she kept going trying to find light at the end of the tunnel of alley ways that she was still uncertain with. The blood mixed with tears, her lungs begging her to stop but Evea knew she couldn’t for if she did they’d surly find her. Her arms where still bound together behind her back her rids cage no bout home to a few broken ones and rounding a corner she felt like she had run into a brick wall only to feel hands upon her shoulders she now frozen in place though wanting to scream. |
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Post by witch on Apr 17, 2010 16:16:45 GMT 10
It was supposed to be a normal job. Keller had come to him with a favour. He was trying to take care of a problem. The Russian embassy had phoned him last week and said they were expecting a family of fugitives to be coming to Los Angeles. He'd said they had something very important that the embassy wanted and Damon was one of the only people that could get it. Damon had learned over the years that it wasn't good to ask questions, plus he didn't need to. He knew what he needed to do. It would be simple enough... he'd already met with Keller and they'd discussed their plan of attack. He would run the family into the alley and make sure that the one who had the important vase would run into his arms. Damon had never been one to wait around but there a million dollars involved... and Damon was the type that would do almost anything for money.
He lounged against the wall of the alley, whistling 'Blue Skies’ under his breath though the rainy season had recently hit the city and there hadn't been a clear day for almost a week. Damon looked thoughtfully up at the smog that many people believed to be sky, yet having grown up in Texas there were times when he missed being able to look up and see clusters and clusters of stars. Not that he would ever be able to go back to Texas. People would recognize him there and then the cops would know where he was and be able to figure out everything about him. Then he would have to go to another state, start completely over, possibly die his hair and get coloured contacts... it would all just be a pain... so he would content himself with the starless sky...
It was then that he heard footsteps. He wasn't normally one to panic so he sauntered to the middle of the alley and hid himself in the shadows. The person would come running around the corner and fall right into his arms. The footsteps grew closer and with it the mingled the sounds of sobs. The sobs of a woman... at that moment a shape came hurling around the corner and crashed right into him. Instinctively the twenty-seven year old reached up and caught her and he gazed down into her tear stained and blood streaked face. She wasn't a woman; she was a girl... a girl that was obviously frightened... Damon looked back in the direction she had come... Keller was probably lurking in the darkness and he realized that the gun Keller had given him wasn't for show.
She looked up at him as if she were afraid he was going to strangle her. Fortunately for her Damon had a hard time killing a mouse he'd once found in his art gallery... he'd fired the stable boy who had brought it into the house in his pocket and then had given it over to one of his valets to have it disposed of it, he never asked how it was done. He looked up as a movement caught his eye and for some reason he took a step forward. It was nothing that he felt for the girl that compelled him to stand between her and Keller rather it was he aversion to violence. "What are you waiting for Caffrey finish the job... the Russian will be here to pick up her corpse..." he said with his characteristic sneer and Damon looked down at the girl and then set her down."You're going to far Keller..." he said seriously, he'd admired his friend... until he found out how he worked... that was what made them different, it was what made Damon a 'good' guy.
Damon hated guns but he knew that he was going to have to use it. He took the gun out of his leather jacket and pointed it at Keller. The man laughed. "You shoot a gun?... you can't stand them... you're worse than my dog when it come to guns..." he roared and Damon pointed at the gun and pulled the trigger.”Just because I hate them doesn't mean I don’t know how to use one...now go!" Damon said lowly and Keller smirked. "Fine. Deal with the Russians... they won't be as forgiving as me... I'll see you later Caffrey..." he said and turned his back and walked away... Damon knew this was only the beginning. He threw the gun and then walked over to the girl who was whimpering. "Can you walk to the street or do you need help?" He asked indifferently... she was a girl.. though beautiful... he would not take advantage to her.. he promised himself... but to Damon.. promises were made to be broken.
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Post by witch on Apr 17, 2010 16:19:56 GMT 10
Had she hit a brick wall or had she run into someone that she just couldn’t see? For a moment Evea didn’t know it was only when she felt hands upon her shoulders that she knew she had run into someone, someone that no doubt now would end her life.
His face to her was hard and fearsome but she had always thought that about men she didn’t know and who could blame her? She didn’t say anything just looked up at him taking note of the last face she’d ever see.
It was only by chance that despite the falling tears that she heard footsteps and a voice.
“What are you waiting for Caffrey finish the job... the Russian will be here to pick up her corpse..."
The tears only grew a look of pleading entering her eyes but in her heart knew it was no use. The two men wanted her dead, she knew that they were working for ‘them’ this new guy had just proven that and Evea was too scared to move, to even try and fight back her legs crumbling even before this other man she had run into helped her down... a trick no doubt.
"You're going to far Keller..." the man said making her look up to try and see what knew surprise this guy had or if it was simply just the gun he had pointed at her before laughter filling the air. "You shoot a gun... you can't stand them... you're worse than my dog when it come to guns..."
That very word sent her into a new wave of panic, she had been shot before and lived, cut before and lived but guns... just the very word made her cringe blocking out everything else her tears now running a new her body shacking in fear and shock.
She couldn’t help but jump and scream a little as the man’s shadow feel over her.
"Can you walk to the street or do you need help?"
Finding her voice Evea merly looked up keeping her eye on the threat though backing up as much as she could before her back this time truly did hit a wall.
“P..P...please don’t hurt me.” She begged her words almost sounding chocked for only a
moment ago she was. “Please, I...I don’t even know your name. I won’t say anything please just let me go I’ll do anything just don’t kill me.”
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Post by witch on Apr 17, 2010 16:21:00 GMT 10
Damon wasn't used to things like this. He gazed down at the sobbing broken girl and wondered if he should just leave her here for the cops to find. If the cops were looking for. He doubted that her family would have involved Americans when they were probably in the country illegally under false identities anyway. He sighed. He had a feeling he was not going to get rid of her easily and a girl like this would cramp his style. Almost every night he had some kind of cocktail party or little get together with the most distinguished (in his circle) of LA. Models, con artists, a couple bartenders and people looking for a good time showed up at his multi billion party home and there was drinking, music, mostly flirting, and some business talk... his kind of business... not what most people would think would go on at a party.
Damon had decided that his conscious wouldn't leave him alone if he didn't help this girl. As a con artist Damon told himself that he shouldn't have a conscious... that he should just shrug the irritating voice in his head aside and ignore it, eventually it would go away. Yet the last time he'd ignored it someone had died... enough said. Damon supported her as he took a few steps then he had to ask her... could she walk or did he need to carry her the rest of the way. He really didn't want to wrinkle the blazer he had on, or stain it... it was dry clean only and Damon only went in for dry cleans once a month.. for some reason the cops like to check the surveillance cameras of the dry cleaners.... if he went to much it was just bad news for the con artist... better to just be careful...
The girl, who's name he couldn't remember looked up at him as if he'd pronounced a death sentence on her head. well that had already been done, with a reward for a million dollars as well... dead or alive... the incentive to give her to the Russians alive was almost overwhelming for the greedy con artist in Damon... but his honest side... the side that not even the gothem of LA could beat out of him kept him from doing so... he may break rules but when it came to the rules he made for himself he would never allow himself to cross those... if he did he was no longer a human but a cold hearted criminal.. and that was something that Damon refused to be. “P..P...please don’t hurt me.” She begged, wrestling away from him and trying to get away... fortunately for him she couldn't walk very well and she ran into the wall anyway. “Please, I...I don’t even know your name. I won’t say anything please just let me go I’ll do anything just don’t kill me.” Damon couldn't help but laugh, not at what she said but the fact that he'd finally admitted to himself that he wouldn't be able to do what he had set out to do... technically it was a job unfinished... it would be the only job Damon never followed through with.
He had reached out to grasp her forearm and pull her towards him. She reminded him of a fawn, stunned by the light her instinct was to run but she couldn't make her legs work. "Look if I wanted to kill you I would have done it already..." he said with some pity in his voice... the rest was amusement... the slight smile that played at the corner of his mouth made it seem like he was mocking her. "I'm not even armed..." he said, opening his jacket and turning in a circle so she could see that there was no gun on him. "But I suggest we get going before the people who will kill us both get here... come on... I have an apartment not far from here..." he told her... resting a hand under his arm he decided that he would take her to his apartment... then when he was certain she was asleep.. he would take her to his multi billion dollar home outside LA... but only after she wouldn't see where they were going... it was just a rule of his... a rule that he had never broken.
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Post by witch on Apr 17, 2010 17:04:00 GMT 10
Ever since that night so long ago Evea felt like she was living inside a nightmare, no from which she’d never wake up from and today, today had only proven that point.
She had gone out for a walk her father deciding she couldn’t stay behind closed doors all her days but that it would be best if she go alone but stayed close to her new home. She had only just walked a block when she thought she felt eyes upon her and thinking it was better to hide and wait things out she had turned into the alley way, only to find out that was her biggest mistake, she wasn’t about to make another.
Though this man had saved her from one killer that didn’t mean he wouldn’t kill her after all isn’t that what the guy had said was his job? Though he had thrown his gun away it didn’t mean he wouldn’t kill her some other way, a knife, a hand, drugs it had all been tried before and it was because she couldn’t run, couldn’t see that she started to beg.
She felt so scared when he laughed down at her making her cringe in on herself, fresh tears starting to fall as he reached out for her, taking hold of her forearm and pulled her forward.
"Look if I wanted to kill you I would have done it already..."
She just stood there shaking, reminding herself that killer’s often lied as did men, a lesson she had learnt all to well and even though she thought she heard a note on pity in this man’s voice she knew she couldn’t trust it. ‘Trust no one’ a rule she had made for herself long ago and one she didn’t intend to brake not when that smirk played upon his face making her pull back a little.
"I'm not even armed..."
Though blood covered eyes she watched as he opened his jacket and spun maybe trying to prove his point but while he spun Evea couldn’t help but question how many hidden weapons he might have.
"But I suggest we get going before the people who will kill us both get here... come on... I have an apartment not far from here..."
“Us?” she question in a tiny voice. “They weren’t after you, you where after me.”
She pulled back again trying to get free but her still bound arms made it hard.
“Just because you’re not armed doesn’t mean you won’t kill me, your friend didn’t need a gun to do this to me.”
Another sod another sigh, her legs beginning to fail her, her lungs starved for air.
“Just let me go, I’m not going anywhere with y...”
But before she knew it she was doubling over, a tiny scream slipping over her lips her breath harder and harder to pull in until finally she fell against him in a dead weight.
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Post by witch on Apr 17, 2010 17:05:15 GMT 10
Damon sat out on the back terrace, reading a newspaper. There was nothing about what happened to the girl who's name he discovered to be Saysha. Things that happened at night weren't always recorded and he was glad because he knew that Keller would be on the hunt for him and what was more he probably would have tipped off the Russians too. He flipped to the sports section and read with some indifference that the Colts had dominated the Saints... Moz owed him five thousand dollars... they'd placed a bet on the game... Damon always won. He viewed betting on sports events as a hobby and was infamous for betting large sums of money, sometimes losing it and then earning triple that much in the super bowl or world series or whatever the sport was...
Damon had gotten in about four and hadn't seen the point in going to sleep. He was much to wired to do so anyway and so he'd gone down to his art gallery, a place that no one was allowed and with the aid of an old painting he worked on a sculpture that was a rendition of some Italian artist. He intended to pawn it for a good some. He knew some 'clients who were very interested in this particular artist. He now whore dark blue silk pajamas, the first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned making the occasional breeze feel rather pleasant whenever it caressed his skin. He turned the page and then smiled at the woman who came out to refill his coffee. There was nothing like a lazy Sunday morning... even if there was an unconscious supposedly injured girl sleeping in one of his many guest bedrooms in the house.
When the girl had simply passed out in his arms he figured that the best plan of action was to get her out of the city as soon as possible. He was thankful that one of his valets used to be a doctor and the daughter of one of his housekeepers was a registered nurse... she was in good hands. Elena, the housekeeper's nurse of a daughter, came out and handed him a piece of paper. "My bill..." she said with a teasing smile... caressing the exposed skin of his chest with manicured fingernails... written on the paper was a simple statement: 'The pool house, tonight at eight..." Damon folded it up and slipped it under his coffee cup then smiled and turned his gaze back to his newspaper, pretending as if he hadn't noticed but many of his female staff member attempted to seek payment in that way... especially the young newer girls... but she would be disappointed when all she found in the pool house at eight was a decent check for a nice sum of money.
Damon looked up when he heard a noise from the doorway and he saw Leigha standing there with Saysha next to her. He was pleased to see the Leigha had helped her get dressed into a crisp clean yellow sundress, she'd obviously helped her bathe and brushed her hair as well. "We will bring you breakfast momentarily miss." she assured the young girl as she led her over to a chair on Damon's right. Damon turned back to his paper. "Master Damon seems to think that you'd loved to see his stable... perhaps you should go out there... he has twelve beautiful thoroughbreds... all retired race horses... as gentle as can be..." she said and Damon smiled.. dismissing her with a wave of his hand... once they were alone he said to Saysha with some amusement. "It may be some solace to you to know that I didn't murder you in your sleep hmm..." Damon said, hoping that after the sleep she'd had she had calmed down some and realized that he wasn't trying to kill her.
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Post by witch on Apr 17, 2010 17:07:56 GMT 10
Awake but her head felt heavy her rib cage however felt somehow better and then pulling back the blankets she realized they were bound but her hands where free. Had it all therefore been a dream? No it couldn’t have been, though her head often hurt with the stress her everyday life played, this was the first time her upper half had been half covered in bound white bandages.
Sitting up her blue eyes scanned around the room noting the rather lash decor that wasn’t her own room making her wonder where she was. It was only after a few passing minutes that she heard a knock of the door her nerves somewhat playing up on her but great full when she saw a women enter. The women had said her name to be Leigha and that she was glad to see that she was awake asking how she was feeling before Evea answered and asked a few questions of her own.
Somehow Evea felt relaxed maybe it was the kind smile or something inside this women that told Evea that she could trust her maybe it was the gentle way she helped Evea out of the bed and into the bathroom letting Evea bath before re entering helping her to dress and brush out her hair.
It was only after awhile of preparing that the women lead Evea down the hall ways and into a new room stopping within the dor way as her now clear from blood eyes grew wide as she saw the man from before, the man that had at least not plunged a knife into her heart.
"We will bring you breakfast momentarily miss..."
Before Evea could protest or so much as open her mouth Leigha helped her to a chair and set her in it making her feel somewhat nerves again.
"Master Damon seems to think that you'd loved to see his stable... perhaps you should go out there... he has twelve beautiful thoroughbreds... all retired race horses... as gentle as can be..."
A tiny smile appeared on Evea’s red lips, yes like any girl, she did love horses and twelve of them what she’d do just for some time in a stable... it might calm her down more so then sitting in a room with strangers having no idea where she was but again before she could say anything, even mutter a thank you the women was gone with a wave of what was it? Damon’s? Hand.
"It may be some solace to you to know that I didn't murder you in your sleep hmm..."
Finding her voice Evea stood up from the chair wanting to be ready to run if she had to be, besides, sitting still was never something she did no days.
“You still could” she said in a slow voice slight panic still within “The question is why didn’t you, isn’t that what your friend wanted you to do?”
Her eyes now ran over the man trying to plant him in her mind just in case she needed to recall his face for any reason.
“You said to Leigha that you thought I’d like horses? Why would you think that, you’re not even meant to know me, yet it’s clear you seem to think you do... you’d no doubt even know my name, wouldn’t you?”
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Post by witch on Apr 17, 2010 17:09:13 GMT 10
Damon took a sip of his coffee. Rather bitter. He poured a spoonful of sugar into it and stirred it good before he sipped again. Better. The girl looked nervous so Damon figured the best remedy for this was to simply act like she wasn't even there. He wondered what Leigha would bring the girl but didn't bother asking.. he was still waiting for his poached eggs and toast. He set down the newspaper and tossed it on the table... Andres would be in to remove all the things he hadn't touched. At the moment the table was littered with fresh fruit like strawberries, blueberries and grapes. Damon liked variety and multiple courses was just one way of adding variety to his life... that and his art gallery... in many ways it was his sanctuary... his domain... no female had ever been graced by the sight of it... and no one ever would.
Damon drained the last of his coffee and thanked the valet that came to take his mug and his empty plate. He motioned towards the girl and the valet left the fruit for Saysha to pick at. When she stood he was certain she wouldn't be eating anything. He watched her with amused blue eyes but said nothing. He was pretty sure that she thought he still wanted to kill her despite the fact that he was now making jokes about her mini harmless panic attack the previous evening. “You still could” she said seriously and he was vaguely reminded of soap operas that he'd never been fond of. He would have laughed but she went on before he could so much as chuckle. “The question is why didn’t you, isn’t that what your friend wanted you to do?” the con artist shrugged... he supposed he was guilty of that accusation... Keller had been bringing him into the whole thing in order to help kill this girl and her family... but Damon hadn't known that until the man had drawn the gun in the alley... Keller was smart.. he knew Damon would never go through with anything otherwise.
She looked like a frightened animal gazing into the face of a predator that she was certain was going to eat her. Damon would have comforted her if he was the comforting type but he never was. He was used to his women being strong and independent not caring what he said or did.. in fact most of them liked his humour and sarcastic nature... and when they took the time to get to know him they found hopelessly romantic and oddly sensual side that typically only came out with his models. Damon pushed a plate of fruit towards her but said nothing about what she'd said and the questions she'd asked of weather he knew her name. He picked a strawberry off a plate, examined it as if it needed to measure up to some unwritten standard and then Damon popped it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, savouring the unnatural sweetness of the berry.
He leaned back in his chair, balancing it on two legs and gazing at the girl. He folded his arms casually across his chest. His appearance was probably a little wild but nothing more than normal. When he was home he liked to be casual and relaxed. This was the only place that he didn't have to worry about much of anything. Damon couldn't help but laugh softly. "Well I had to do my research..." he said with an easy and charming smile."I don't ever go into a job blindly..." he said and then he let the chair fall forward so it was back on all four legs. "I wasn't called in to kill you... I was hired to steal some vase or something that was wanted by the Russian embassy.... I'm not some assassin or something... that's not what I do..." he said seriously and smiled. "So quit acting so jumpy and eat... it's not poisoned... I promise..." he told her though he wasn't sure how good his word was to her at this point.
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Post by witch on Apr 17, 2010 17:11:12 GMT 10
In this room she felt somewhat trapped at least in the allies they were open and someone might hear her scream, here though she could scream all she liked she wondered if even would care or even so much as look up. The man before her, Damon, seemed to be one that wouldn’t look up for though she had entered the room, talked to him and he talk to her he didn’t pay much heed and those men where the hardest to read.
He seemed more attached to the food and drink that lay around the room the sweet inviting smells filling her noise and making her mouth water for a taste but quickly she shook that thought for her mind as she went on to question him. He had brought her here for some reason that was still unclear and seemed to be intent on keeping her here at least for the moment and yet, he wouldn’t even look at her not even when he shrugged to her statement.
All this made it very confusing when he pushed a plate of food her way, the food that he had left uneaten but she was sure she had seen him eating and if not the berry he popped into his mouth just then seemed to clear anyway the thought that it wasn’t tampered with in any way.
For a long moment she simply looked at the food trying to decide whether to have some or not for what if this was to be her last meal in awhile and she let it slip? She was debating this very thought as Damon seemed to rock back in his chair. The one that man him look like a king even when he was laughing softly.
"Well I had to do my research..." he stated making her eyes turn to him a look of shear question written upon her face. "I don't ever go into a job blindly...”
A brow rose at this for hadn’t that been what he had done in the alley way? She decided to keep her mouth shut and let him continue as she watched him rock forward in the chair once more planting the legs back on the ground.
"I wasn't called in to kill you... I was hired to steal some vase or something that was wanted by the Russian embassy.... I'm not some assassin or something... that's not what I do..."
Again from underneath long eyelashes she glanced at him, he thought they wanted her dead over a vase? She couldn’t help but let out a breath and shake her head a tear rolling down her cheek that was luckily hidden by her still hanging loose hair.
”So quit acting so jumpy and eat... it's not poisoned... I promise..."
Sitting back down she did pick up a strawberry and took a tiny bite before once more she breathed out cringing at the pain that had now once again returned.
“Promises don’t mean much to me and I can’t help the way I act jumpy is... well it’s just the way I am now.” She stopped there and bit on her bottom lip. “If you have done your research on me and found out the truth you’d now you weren’t meant to steal anything from me but my life. There is no vase, no painting, no nothing just a price on my head because of who my father is and what he did in a war. You say you’re not an assassin, then what are you, how do you know that man who tried to kill me and why did you bring me here?”
It was then that she pulled in another breath her rids starting to course her more pain as she looked down at the sun dress she was now wearing. A black belt around her tiny waist the low cut neck line and the swooping back, it seemed to form around her every curve.
“I didn’t get the chance to thank your servant for helping me before, or, or any doctors either. Did they speak to you at all and tell you what your friend did to me?” she asked aloud while quietly adding a ‘do you even care?’ to herself.
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Post by witch on Apr 17, 2010 17:12:48 GMT 10
Damon was the type that loved to know everything about anything. Perhaps that was why when it came to his job he researched every aspect of the artwork he was going to try and steal. Most people thought the Mona Lisa was the greatest piece of art ever made but Damon had drawn different conclusions after researching pieces that weren't exactly well known. The originals were down in his art gallery while the fakes were the in art galleries of Barons, Dukes, and Princes all over the world that believed they got a painting that had been passed through their family for generations or gotten the bottle of wine that was drunk at their parents wedding. When it came to wine bottles as long as they didn't run a Cesium test things went smoothly.. but if they did Damon had to laugh it off and say that they must have got mixed up when his valet grabbed it out of his wine collection... he'd had close calls a couple of times but Damon was known for getting out of sticky situations.
Damon had the patience of a frog, waiting for a fly to flutter just close enough that he grab the pesky but with his tongue... he waited until the fly was comfortable enough to even land on his hand and then as if moved away he struck... the fly never saw it coming. He gazed at the young woman with his blue eyes amused and curious... she had lived a rather nomadic lifestyle, never staying in one place for to long. Her family, at least her father, was wanted by the Russian government and in order to get him they tried to get to his family... Damon wanted to laugh... they were doing a horrible job and to try and hire local con artist type people to capture them was probably the smartest move they'd made... except they didn't account for the fact that Damon wasn't the killing type.
He told her to sit and eat, promising her that it wasn't poisoned as a note of laughter filled his voice. She had survived almost twelve hours with him... if he'd wanted to kill her and dump her body in the ocean or whatever she thought he was going to do with it he would have done it already.. she would be fish food or better yet he would have handed her over to the Russians for the million dollar reward... but he hadn't... unlike most men of his trade he had a conscious and a heart... he was probably one of the most laid back con artist in LA and also one of the best... at least he thought so. He didn't want to brag but in the last month he'd successfully carried out six jobs without the cops or the FBI showing up... the one nice things about his profession is that others were not inclined to turn you in... if there was a problem between two con artists it was taken care of quietly and personally.... but it also made it more dangerous and uncertain.
She sat down and gingerly took a piece of fruit off one of the plates. He watched her as she picked another one at ate... the pangs of hunger would hit her now... she would eat... he had some of the best cooks in the country... he'd hired them for that reason... he had a lot of parties in his home and the guests expected gourmet food. “Promises don’t mean much to me and I can’t help the way I act jumpy is... well it’s just the way I am now.” She told him matter of factly as she chewed on her bottom lip... she looked more like a little girl when she did that. “If you have done your research on me and found out the truth you’d now you weren’t meant to steal anything from me but my life. There is no vase, no painting, no nothing just a price on my head because of who my father is and what he did in a war. You say you’re not an assassin, then what are you, how do you know that man who tried to kill me and why did you bring me here?” As someone who just saved her life he couldn't believe how many questions she asked... he smiled again, patience was a strong suit for him.. though he wished she would just realize that he wasn't going to double cross her and they could move on.
Instead of answering her he watched her look down at the dress Leigha had picked out for her. He would remember to pay her a bonus under the counter at the end of the week. The dress fitted her perfectly, showing off every womanly curve and making the youthfulness of her features only more appealing... he was not ashamed to stare at her either... she was beautiful... though maybe not model material she had a look about her that with time would allow her to blossom into a stunningly gorgeous woman. “I didn’t get the chance to thank your servant for helping me before, or, or any doctors either. Did they speak to you at all and tell you what your friend did to me?” she asked and Damon shrugged.. he hadn't asked Leigha or her daughter what was the matter with Saysha but he figured that whatever it was they were taking good care of her... he did not attempt to hide his indifference.
Damon was about to say something in reply to her previous question but Leigha and Andrew (his personal valet came out) Leigha said something to the girl and he was pretty certain she was telling her what the doctor and her daughter had said. Andrew approached him with a smile. "A Miss Tyla is here to see you..." he said and Damon nodded, getting up he walked back into the house from the outdoor patio and headed for the entry halls. He saw the beautiful woman who had been born in chile but brought to America by her parents at the age of three... she was exotic looking with her tall slender figure, her dark hair and eyes and dark, tanned skin. He reached her and kissed her full on the mouth, the excitement of a wonderful reunion filling the kiss. "I think you should throw a party tonight...' she whispered as she ran a manicured fingernail across his jaw line. Damon looked thoughtful. "Are you going to bring your friends?" he asked and she smiled. "Of course..." he kissed her again. "consider it a fiesta..." he whispered as he ran his lips down her neck and then let her go as she walked away... typical... she wanted him to throw a big party for her he would do that. He turned away from the door to see Leigha standing in the doorway with Saysha. "Leigha I suggest you find a more suitable dress for our guest... its black tie tonight..." and with that he went through a hallway, heading down to his art gallery which he kept locked weather he was in it or not... thoughts of beautiful women in short elegant dresses filling his mind as he descended into the depths of his soul.
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Post by witch on Apr 17, 2010 17:13:49 GMT 10
It was her hunger that made her finally pick up a berry and pop it into her mouth and nothing else in fact with this man Damon looking at her under watchful eye she was more inclined to reject his offer even after his words of it not being there simply to kill her a fact she made quickly clear. Promises, he had made her one but over the years promises had lost all meaning to her, they seemed made to her only to be broken and that was hardest of all otherwise... well her life would have been very different...normal. She then went on to tell him the truth about herself, for all these years she had kept quiet and for a long time she’d keep doing so however, with him seeming to know the truth, his friend wanting her dead and he now seeming to hold her in his house it wasn’t going to make much difference. Still that didn’t stop her for asking him what he was going to do now, didn’t stop her from asking why he had drought her here but once again he only smiled and said nothing Evea nodding to herself that no matter how many questions she asked this man, no matter how many of his she answered he was only going to tell her what he wanted to. It was in this moment of understanding that she tried to keep up some form of small talk feeling more relaxed with saying meaningless chatter then not saying anything at all, silence making her nervous. Her eyes had gone down to the dress she wore and remembering herself she asked him to thank the servant that had helped her while hoping he’d answer at least one of her questions with maybe only a shrug, after all, she had a right to know about her own health. He looked as though he was about to say something when she heard footsteps come in behind her, her eyes quickly turning to find the source, relaxing somewhat again when she noticed it was Leigha. The women knelt down next to her running over what the doctor had found and finally at least that question was answered and she could finally thank the women who nodded in kind. It was only by chance that she saw Damon leave the room making her question as to why for all she had seen was his man servant whispering something to him. Still she told herself not to panic, just to control her breathing and when Leigha helped her up from her chair Evea followed her into out of the room and into a hall way. Evea’s eyes couldn’t help but look at the woman whom was now walking away from Damon her hips slightly swinging after being kissed by him. The women was indeed beautiful Evea couldn’t help but note more beautiful then she could ever hope to be and maybe that was why no man had ever kissed her or told her she was in the least bit pretty. Turning her gaze to the floor Evea couldn’t help but bring a hand to her cheek a few tears running down it which she quickly whipped away feeling the scar that had formed there, maybe that was why no one cared her whole body was covered in scares the main one only the line of her neck where the first attempt on her life had been. She was snapped from her thoughts when Damon turned around and someone touched her arm gently. "Leigha I suggest you find a more suitable dress for our guest... its black tie tonight..."A look of question entered Evea’s face but she said nothing only letting herself be lead away and back to the room where she had first awoken. For an hour at least maybe two or three Leigha set to work on her making her try on dress after dress until finally she seemed to settle on one but that wasn’t it. Makeup, hair, earrings and a necklace where all fussed over until finally she stood ready. Her Golden hair pinned up in a fountain of curls the blackdress she wore flowing with her very movement as now she was allowed to eat ad eat she did waiting until this so called party would start. |
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Post by witch on Apr 17, 2010 17:15:18 GMT 10
Damon lounged against the white railing that ran along the length of the staircase leading down into the main yard. He had to admit that he'd outdone himself tonight. Lanterns hung from strings draped all around the yard casting a rather romantic glow across the entire yard. The servants had set up the dozens of arrangements of sculptures, flowers and small fountains just for the occasion. Damon held a party like this once every two weeks and he went all out. Caterers moved about the crowd supporting trays of small morsels of food and flukes of champagne and very fine wine... most of the bottles cost roughly half a million dollars but that was not a large chunk of change, not to Damon at least. He'd had extra staff hired along with a full orchestra that was now playing music that people were waltzing to... though it was rather old fashioned it was what the higher people of society called for... besides.. the Djs would come after midnight...
Damon could hear the clock ticking in the entryway... he never joined the party until midnight. That was when his friends were tipsy and the beautiful models were even tipsier... it gave him the opportunity to have a little fun and mingle.. it helped that he was completely sober as well. Damon took a fluke of champagne off a passing waiter's tray and tipped the man by dropping a couple bills into an empty glass... the man would get it later. He turned back to face the crowd. No one noticed him hovering above the party simply watching.. it was about two minutes to twelve and Damon had yet to pick out a woman deserving of his attentions. He followed a brunette through the crowd... her hips swaying with every step and the scarlet dress she wore did wonder to accentuate every tantalizing movement.
Damon watched the woman sit down at the makeshift bar and he removed to glasses from another tray. As the clock struck midnight he made his descent into the crowd smiling at people as they greeted and winking at a woman or two letting them know that he'd hook up with them later. He made his way over to the brunette and then paused when he spotted Saysha sitting alone on a bench, looking almost melancholy... Damon had plans of keeping her here until the Russians left LA and he figured out where her family had disappeared to. He wondered if they would leave without her thinking that she was dead or maybe they thought she had plans of meeting up with them somewhere... hoping that she was smart enough to make it on her own... Damon doubted it... she wasn't that kind of woman... she never would be... she needed a man to look after her... he wasn't about to be that man.
He met her eye and the moment she looked at him he turned away and moved towards the brunette in the tight scarlet dress. He kissed her cheek and inhaled the scent that he was certain she sprayed just for him. He'd had a few nights with her and they'd been pleasurable indeed. Damon talked with her for a good twenty minutes and then kissed her hand and let her go as the man she had brought with her came to escort her to the dance floor. As the orchestra filled out and the Djs began to set up at about two Damon made his way over to Saysha. He handed her a fluke of champagne. "You may be under age but that's not the only law being broken tonight so don't worry about it..." Damon said as he handed her the drink and then took a sip of his own glass. "Drink it slowly... it will come right back up if you don't..." he warned, hoping she would take his advice and not make a fool of herself and him in front of all these people.
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Post by witch on Apr 17, 2010 17:16:32 GMT 10
Around midnight, Evea was told it was time to go down to the party her heart racing as she asked just how many people would be there and just what kind of party it was. Now in truth she had no idea what a ‘party’ was, she having to live a guarded life and therefore there was never any birthday parties, Christmas parties, Proms or anything this would be her first. She heard music playing, chatter and her nerves where once again pulled tight for within this sea of people where a million eyes and at least one that many know her, her whom she truly was wishing she had asked about wearing a mask. Instead she tried to find a quiet corner where she could blend into the background and pretend that she didn’t feel like running out of the house and no doubt into trouble. As the music played and people around her talked she couldn’t help but feel out of place, knowing that she didn’t belong like she was a thorn among the roses. She had read “The Ugly Duckling” as a child but where as he had turned into a sawn she knew she’d remain the duckling and with that thought in mind she felt her bottom lip twitch as she scanned her eyes around the room. In was within this scan that her liquid blue eyes landed on Damon, he looking right at her but as soon as he court this he turned making her feel more and more like a shadow, someone forgotten and truly she was. Her family never travelled with her, she had no friends, wasn’t allowed to and more often than not she was locked away making others if they knew think she was crazy... making her wonder how she wasn’t. She knew she wasn’t normal, this implanted more and more as the night... day went on. She was just about to get up and leave the room when she heard footsteps walking up to her and lifting her head she saw a drink being handed over to her. "You may be under age but that's not the only law being broken tonight so don't worry about it..."Now, Russian’s where known to be drinkers but she had never let herself even sample a sip before. She had heard how many drank to the point where they couldn’t stand, heard how they became hooked as saw alcohol as an out but that didn’t stop her from taking it from him. "Drink it slowly... it will come right back up if you don't..."“Thanks” she said softly and followed his lead by taking a tiny sip “But wouldn’t you rather be with your friends or at least taking to some pretty girl for that seems to be what every other man is doing.” Even now she could see couples kissing, dancing and... Other things. “I don’t belong here, I never even knew what a party was, never had friends to have one with.” She couldn’t help but feel her heart braking over all the things she’d missed her head falling into her free hands before she tried to, for Damon’s sack, pull herself together. “I’m sorry, I should just leave. I’m not anything like these women sexy, desired, wanted.... I’m not even pretty and the men, men only look at me and see the money my head has and I can’t help but fear them.” Her head came up then to look Damon right in the eyes. “I don’t want to embarrass you, but I feel I would. I should just go back to the spear room, give back your clothes put on my own and leave. Besides, trouble follows me where ever I go, it’s only a matter of time and, and I don’t want you to get hurt because of me, or anyone else.” And with that she stood intending to do just that. Later that night... day He had convinced her to stay, how she still didn’t quite know maybe it was because Damon had reminded her that it was quite late/early and that more often than not this was the time that trouble lurked on the streets. It was with this very thought in mind that she had simply nodded and said she’d be gone first thing that she was tired and would turn in. An excuse and one that seemed to work for no sooner had she walked away he had turned and rejoined the party. Opening the door to the guest room she had walked in closing the door behind her and walking over to the cupboard where clothes for her had been laid out. Not wanting to search all the way through the clothes she pulled out the first night dress she saw one that to her taste was a little flash but remembering that no one would see her she slipped out of the party dress and slipped the night dress on. The white lace fabric sculptured her body well, the split in the left side just covering the parts needed while leaving enough leg to show to a wondering eye no doubt made for a princess, one of which Evea was not. She let her long hair fall down her back and climbed into the bed turning out the light that she had turned on and pretty quickly feel asleep the music from the party still playing in her ear. As the night wore on Evea’s brow started to bead with drips of sweet, the sheets that had once covered her now wrapped around her tightly from all the tossing and turning she did the nightmares all too well known playing within her head. She was standing like a ghost watching a scene play out before her, in this case her younger self whom was asleep in her bed unaware of the danger that lurked and would be coming for her. For her place in the side lines Evea tried to get her younger self to wake up knowing what would happen if she didn’t, panic rising up within her as she saw the man that had come for her younger self that night. In his hands he held a knife, the gleam from it catching the moon light as the man inched closer and closer as her younger self slept on deep sleep being able to be achieved back then where now it wasn’t. He steeped closer and closer her ghost self screaming to her younger self to wake knowing that it was useless but doing so none the less. The man covered her mouth she now jerking awake as the cold steal was brought to her throat and.... “NO” Evea shoot awake tears streaming down her face her hand going to her head the aftermath of it still in this waking moment. She looked around the room the darkness seeming to close in and every sound sounding a thousand times louder. Footsteps, she heard footsteps. “Oh god” Climbing out of the bed she knew better then to stay where she was she needed help just like she had that night and so she ran the footsteps seeming to follow her even as she got faster. Evea had no idea where she was going the darkness of Damon’s house everywhere making the shadows that much more fearful to her. Turning corners she finally spied a light and ran to it hoping first for help but if finding none a way to see what was after her. She quickened her pace and flew through the open door quickly shutting it behind her before turning and screaming her head off as she did so a man before her, his face she couldn’t see. |
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Post by witch on Apr 18, 2010 1:59:27 GMT 10
Damon always came down here after a party. It was his way of unwinding while the effects of the champagne and wine he drank wore off. He was the type of man that held his alcohol well and didn't even feel tipsy as he entered the gallery and removed his suit coat, then the vest, and finally the silk button down shirt that he'd had on underneath. He tossed them to the side. He moved over the statue he'd been sculpting for the past week and began to slowly caress the still soft clay. That was the main reason it was so hot in here, to keep the clay moist and malleable so it was easier to work with. His fingers moved across the planes of the statues face, gently massaging the bumps and slowly working out the duvets to make it smooth and connected...
The statue was the copy of a painting done by some Italian painter who's name seemed to allude him at the moment. He moved around the statue slowly, his eyes taking in every facet of his creation. It was be a piece of work that would stay in his gallery and if and when he wanted to auction it off as what it would be worth if it were made of marble... when he was finished he would spray it with a lacquer that encased in a stone like shell... no one would be able to tell the different unless the 'marble' shell was broken off... then someone might noticed but Damon had been making money this way for years and no one had ever noticed yet. He asked none of his servants to interrupt him... if someone came to the door or called they were either to take a message or have them wait.. which Damon didn't advice... quiet frequently he spent all night down here. It was just so peaceful.. no one but him and his thoughts.
Until someone started screaming. Damon had heard the door but he figured it was just Helga peeking in to check on him. She was very much like a mother figure and treated him similar to the way she treated her son though she never yelled at him for leaving his clothes strewn across the floor or his dishes at the table. She was a sweet woman and Damon had been about tell her to bring him a cold glass of water, he could feel the perspiration on his skin and it was making his hair stick to his face no matter how many times he wiped it with the cool damp cloth that sat on the edge of a stone bench... a bench he'd gotten from Italy near the Colosseum.. it hadn't been an easy piece to take but he and Alex had managed to do it... Damon reached over to grab some water in an attempt to smooth a rather rough area when the screaming started.
It took every Damon had not to tell the girl to shut up and throw her out of the gallery. At that moment Helga came bursting in and put a hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry Damon... i didn't know she'd wandered down her..." she said as she tried to shush her. "You must not scream so much child..." he heard her say as Helga slowly maneuvered both of them out the door. "Helga" he called and was glad dhse stopped to listen, "when the girl has calmed down let her come back in alright and bring me some water.... two glasses I suppose..." he said as he started to smooth out the area he'd originally intended to do before Staysha started screaming. he shook his head with a smile she was odd that was for sure... different then any other girl he'd allow stay at his place... she'd only been here two days and yet he knew that he would dread it when she left... even if she was insecure and childish half the time.
When Staysha came back in Damon was no longer working on the statue. He'd gotten tot he point where all he needed to add was the details. He'd sprayed the statue down with water and knew that it would be sprayed by a sprinkler he'd had installed just above it... it would be sprayed every half an hour once he hit the switch. He now sat on the bench, rubbing his neck and shoulders with the rag... he'd never been shy about his physique.. he knew eh had a nice body and that it appealed to women.. there was nothing to hide.. not even from this young girl. He noticed that Helga had sent her in with the glasses of water and Damon took his and muttered a soft but almost airy thank you... as if he expected nothing less of her. "It would do you some good... to not scream when you walk into a room..." Damon said with a bemused expression. "If I had been someone who wanted to kill you... you would have been dead... " he told her, which was true, screaming wasn't a good tactic for those who didn't want to be found.
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Post by witch on Apr 18, 2010 2:04:53 GMT 10
The nightmares played so heavily on her mind that in waking moments she was still trapped within the dream thinking it real. Sometimes she swore she was going crazy unable to realize what was real and what wasn’t and no one understood, not even her father.
When she had ran and seen a light she thought she had found somewhere to escape to, the light at the end of the tunnel so to speak, less she was already dead. She didn’t factor in the thought that there might be somewhere there that wasn’t a threat but a friend and when she saw a shadowed form dance before her she couldn’t help the scream that passed over her lips.
When a hand shot out and covered her mouth from behind panic truly started to set in, her mind still in the dream thinking it was one of her captors, her eyes tearing, her lungs heaving her heart a beat away from a heart attack.
When she was pulled out of the room it took quite some time before reality found her again, a maid’s voice calling in her ear. Her father knew that at times like this you just had to let her ride it out for more often than not she’d hurt herself if you didn’t.
Finally she calmed as if the nightmares finally decided they had, had their fun for the night and so blinking several times having been forced to drink some water she now realized that the only person before her was a female and that she was in Damon’s house.
“Easy now child, no one’s going to harm you. Drink this it’ll help to calm you”
Taking hold of the glass that was once again offered her Evea began to sip from it once more her breath finally calming down.
“I’m sorry” she said in tears. “I didn’t mean to, I just... I saw him, he was in my room and then another was..”
The maid only smiled and seemed to nod in understanding.
“That was Damon, you happened to find him up late. Here, why don’t you go see for yourself and take him this?”
The maid handed her another glass of water and then let her be.
Finding her legs and courage Evea once more made her way along the halls and back to the room from where she had been pulled. Once more she saw the shadow but this time, without the tricks the nightmares played she did indeed see that it was Damon, his dare chest gleaming which in turn made her slightly blush as she handed him his water only just hearing the ‘thank you’ that passed over his lips.
"It would do you some good... to not scream when you walk into a room..."
His bemused expression only made her fall in on herself making her once again fell shy and embarrassed by her actions.
"If I had been someone who wanted to kill you... you would have been dead... "
Unable to look at him she tried to hold back the tears she felt coming to her eyes somehow forcing them back, grateful that her long golden hair hid her face from his view.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to it was just...” She stopped there already having a feeling he wouldn’t understand even if she told him her hand reaching up for her neck running along the scare there shaking her head as the images of that night once again shot into her head as soon as she closed her eyes.
“Ice tea might help and lest with the heat and a massage would help with the kinks in your... I could ask one of your...” She said suddenly trying to change the subject. “You, you seem kind of hot and ice tea...”
She stopped again this time looking toward him but before she lifted her head to meet his gaze her eyes couldn’t help but travel over his bear skin.
“I...I..I should just go y...you where down here for a reason and no doubt you don’t want me hanging around.”
Before he even had the chance to say anything she turned to leave only stopping when out of the corner of her eye she saw the sculptor he had been working on.
“Roman emperor, I take it you used the Italian painting for inspiration I think I remember something about him meaning to represent Jupiter but I’m probably wrong.”
She turned back into the room then a tiny smile on her face as finally she brushed her length of hair aside letting it fall over her shoulder and down her back where as if she thought better of it she would have swept it forward trying to cover some of her own revealed skin.
“Damon, I really am sorry I’ll try and make it up to you for interrupting.”
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