This is dedicated to SydneySinclair, who got me off my lazy ass, and inspire me to write this one with her crazy stalker comments. ;)
Hope you like,
Zoë Ariana
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Recap:
Evangeline got pissed at Carter after he interrupts her conversation with Demetrius- the mysterious hunky, slightly chauvinistic new guy. Evangeline get royally ticked off, because where does he (Carter) get off thinking that he owns her or something? And walks out of the coffee shop with an air of righteous indignation. She ignores Carter, and after he offers to shower with her, she knows she'll soon forgive him.
Even if she was totally and completely justified in her anger. ;)
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I sit on the slightly worn couch my hair dripping water down my oversized cotton tee while I flip on the television. The smooth tones of the news anchor mix with the sounds of the shower in a oddly comforting way. It was so domestic, and peaceful.
It takes me several minutes to get used to the bolstering silence. I half expect a bottle or fist to come flying at me, but when nothing happens I let myself sink back into the couch. I breathe in deeply, the masculine scent of Carter making its way into my nose, leaving a tingling sensation that brings my hand up to rub it.
I listen as the news anchor talks about a local charity event when the lights of the T.V. and lamp get ultra bright before popping and going dark in a rain of sparks.
I freeze, the once serene atmosphere giving way to one of menace. I look at a point of darkness waiting for the bright spots in my vision to clear before standing on shaking legs.
"Carter!" I call in a trembling voice, when I realize the sounds of running water have ceased.
'Quiet', the voice from earlier urges, 'listen.'
I shut my mouth and strain my ears, about to give up and call for Carter again when I hear it.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Creaaakkk.
I swallow against a suddenly dry mouth, my hands beginning to shake as thoughts from earlier flooded my mind. My head begins to shake in denial and I back away from the sound.
Thump.
I move my hand behind my back wildly, searching for something-anything- to use as a weapon.
Thump.
The darkness of the apartment feels tight and oppressive. My heart is beating frantically in my throat and with a strangled cry I lose my footing and crash to the floor.
Thump.
My back aches from the impact and bright spots spark across my vision before fading.
Creaaakkk.
I have the urge to scream and open my mouth to before the voice whispers, 'No.'
I whimper instead and mouth Carter's name when I feel the first tendrils snake their way across my skin.
"My sweet Evangeline," a dry voice whispers in my ear as a ghost limb caresses my cheek.
I turn my face away and shut my eyes, silently praying for the voice to tell me what to do.
"Who-who are y-you?" I ask hating the stutter in my voice. Hating the fact that I'm helpless once again.
"Mmm, Sweet Evangeline, I've missed you so. How many years has it been since our last rendezvous? Hmm? Sixty years? A Hundred?" the voice rasps again.
I shiver and ignore his question. "Who are you?" I ask again, thankful that my voice has stabilized once.
"Are you saying you don't remember me?" he asks as though I've dealt him a great insult.
I feel a jolt of recognition that has the voice in my head growling.
"That's exactly what I'm saying svinja," for a moment I don't recognize my voice. It's a deeper older version of my own, and is so twisted with hate that I cringe.
"Ahh, there's my Evangeline," I scream loudly as something nips at my collarbone.
A hiss fills the room as light bursts through the apartment.
"Evy!" Carter shouts before stooping down to scoop me up in his arms. I struggle for a moment before my mind and body recognize him.
Carter cradles me against his chest as he sits down on the couch.
"Evy, what happened? What's wrong?" I look up at him uncomprehendingly until some unknown force has my face turning toward the window.
I shiver as I see a face shrouded in shadows hovering outside the window. Our eyes lock for a moment before a deep chuckle reaches my ears.
Then he's gone.
Somewhere far away I feel Carter shaking me, but all I can see are those eyes: dark brown and utterly familiar.
And as I connect the pieces I feel darkness closing over my mind, and I think 'Demetrius' before I pass out.
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Sigh, and now we're getting to the goods. :)
Hope this was worth the wait, I'll try not to do such long time spans, but I'm not promising anything.
Thanks for reading,
And thanks for sticking with me.
Oh yeah, and svinja means swine.
