Reaper's Girl

The tables turn... The Dark Prince...(edited)

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   Daren picked up the limp body of Alice. She was light, as if she weighed less than ninety pounds. That made him frown. Was she starving herself? She was tall, and he could see lean muscle on her arms, but he also took in her extremely thin wrists and waist and slightly dipped in cheeks. He saw her eating, but now that he thought about it there was not much in her plate, and she was eating without need, as if going through motions, keeping her body alive. Or maybe pushing it to its limits?

   He shook his head sadly, he really knew nothing of this woman and here he is playing a worried Daddy. Damn. He would have killed for a smoke.

   He carried her to her bed, laying her down gently. Whoever sent this...warning? Message?...Was really messing her up. She seemed strong and cold when she was angry at him and even if the message did came with a rather strange package, it was not that horrible. It was gristly, but not the thing that pushed her over the edge. It was the words. "I have found you, princess." He shivered self-consciously, whoever stalked her wanted her just to themselves. Could he really help her? He looked around the room and the corner of his mouth quirked in a half-smile.

   - Bingo, - he sniggered to himself. - I was sure that I smelled it on you this evening.

   He grabbed the pack of smokes she laid on her night table, popped one in his mouth and lit it up with her scull-covered lighter. The room was rather dark, there were some posters of heavy-metal groups, some rather disturbing ill-colored paintings and more of the esoteric stuff he already saw in the living-room. Could it be a daemon that haunted her? What was the chances of that? He scowled, thinking of the implications and the thought that he will probably have to tell his father. He sighed unhappily and watched the young woman laying calmly on the bed.

   All of the sudden she sat up with a violent screaming and wailing strong enough it seemed that it made tremble the walls of the room. It made Daren jump from her bed as if she spilled boiling water on him. Her eyes were wide open, but her gaze was dim, as if lost in some inner torture. Daren dropped the cigarette in the ashtray and went to comfort her. He hugged her to him, her endless wail still piercing his ears, but he toughed it out and held her stronger, closer. At some moment she snapped out of her dazed wail and clung to him violently.

   - I'm doomed, - she whispered with tears in her eyes. - He found me again, but this time I'm doomed....

   - Hey, - he whispered softly. - You're not alone, Alice. Whatever is that person, I'll help you deal with him. OK?

   She looked at him silently, the calculating look back in her eyes, but this time she couldn't hold it for long. She was just too tired of running and being scared. Alice sniffed dismissively and nodded. And then looked at him sharply.

   - Can you pass one to me? - She asked more calm now. Daren looked at her confusedly until she gestured to the pack of smokes laying on the ground, where he accidently dropped it. He smiled and passed her the pack with the lighter, and regretted it almost instantly. Her hands were shaking violently, as if she was being electrocuted. So he took it away from her and lit one for her. Alice eyed the cigarette cautiously, but a need for a smoke was stronger than the fear to take a cigarette lit by another person, and a man at that. She dragged a good one and her hands calmed down almost instantly. She was a twenty a day smoker, and didn't gave a flying fuck of who knew it. To her, it seemed that she was entitled to at least some kind of stress reliever, considering all the terrorizing aspects that stressed her dry.