Butterfly and Flame - Alina and Evan

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He watched her walk in the room like a dream. The first thing he noticed was her hair. It was in a high pony tail and she wore almost no makeup except for some lip balm. The next thing he noticed was that she wore loose sweats and an oversized sweatshirt. He had seen her naked on so many occasions that he had hoped she would have come wearing something more revealing, more form fitting. Instead she wore clothing that completely hit her body which made him chuckle inside. Did she really think he could ever forget what she looked like. Even now as she stood no more that eight or ten feet from him he could see her breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing, her rounded bottom moving over that man she took as a lover. He had watched them for some time and had counted on being the next man to fuck her. He would never make love to her now, she didn't deserve it. She would be fucked and that was all but he would enjoy her body as many times as he wanted. Right now all he could read on her face was a mix of anger and fear. Fear was good but the anger was new. "Alina....you're finally here. I thought you might not ever come"

Alina watched the man who sat shackled, both hand and foot, to the chair he sat in. Hearing his voice again made her skin crawl but she was determined to get through this. Somewhere in this man's mind was the definitive answer to her question but as she stood there watching him, fixated on his leering grin she knew instantly that this man was the man who attacked her the first time, he was the one that had run them down, who had crippled her brother, the one who had killed Evans cat and the one who had made her life a living hell. Her eyes scanned his face which she once thought handsome. He had somehow managed to fool her into believing he was a normal human being but in reality he was a monster. What remained to be discovered she all but knew to be true in her heart. Was he Kyle or was he Michael. Did it even matter anymore?From the notebook she had read, the scores of information dug up ohis family from Evan's CIA friends and her own history with him, she had come to conclude that he was Michael. That he had at some point murdered his twin, most probably murdered his parents and had also most likely done what he had tried to do to her to other women before. She watched as he licked his lips in front of her, trying to intimidate and throw her off. She hoped that Evan hadn't seen it or if he had that he would remain calm. She needed this time to come to a conclusion that would set her free from this man forever. She mentally shook off the remaining fear and took the seat in front of him, separated only by a small table. "When I leave here today it will be the last time I think of you, and the last time you will ever see me. I came here thinking that I needed to know something about you. That I needed to prove to myself something that would set me free of you but I have only now realized that there is nothing you can do or say to do that for me. I have to do it for myself. However I'm curious about one thing. The night at the Art museum when we first met. Who was it that saw me first, was it you or was it Kyle?" She watched him set his mouth into a frown and then smile again. He thought himself so smart but she was determined to win this last game with him.

He all but laughed at her silly words. She would never be rid of him. He would be put in an insane asylum most likely, he knew how to play that card well, and he would escape like he had done many times before. If they only knew what he had done to be free of the label they had placed on him so many years before. He had become immune to it especially with the help of his brother. Kyle was loyal to him even at his own peril and in his own way he loved his brother but not in the same way brothers typically love each other. He had learned that love had to be earned. His father had taught them that. His father had taught him many things including how to treat women. His mother had been almost his only regret. He felt love for her, but in the end she too had let him down suggesting he needed help and choosing his brother over him time and time again. He knew he could intimidate her, make her afraid and ultimately get in her head and rule her thoughts and so he responded without giving it a second thought. "I see you haven't forgotten our first meeting then. You still think of me and our first encounter. I'm flattered Alina...even now after so much time has passed and after you have let yourself be touched by someone else...but be that as it may...I'm willing to let that go. Perhaps some sexual experience was what you were missing when I tried to make love to you. Do you remember that Alina...do you remember me kissing you, touching you, do you remember that?"