Torment Me

'Alvos' and Other Problems

I arrive at the airport about an hour after waking and my back is flipping killing me.

Forget plushy seats, those things are lies covered in polyester.

I make my way to the small building in front of me to see if my ride is here, the agency said they would have a partner waiting for me when I landed.

My boots make a soft click against the laminated floors, my all black ensemble makes me feel like some sexy spy.

I look around the beige area and see a guy who most definitely doesn't fit the look of any partner I've had before.

He's tall, like super freaking tall. I stand at around 5'5 with my three inch heeled boots, and I'd take a wild guess that this guy is at least 6'3.

His hair is dark and messy looking but in a hot way. His jaw is sharp and looks cleanly shaved. He has a dimple in his left cheek, crystalline green eyes and a soft smile.

Oh, and he's walking straight for me.

"Hello, you must be Victori-"

"And you must be my partner," I cut him off mid sentence, "Let's just get one thing straight pretty boy. You're the partner here, okay? You are the Robin to my Batman in the sense that you will not get in my way or question me. Understood?"

I can't give pretty boy the idea that he's the boss around here. I am a strong, independent, mixed witch, and I'll gag myself with a spoon before I let some demigod give me the rundown.

"Understood..." he shoots me a deadly smile, "So since you're here, are you ready for me to take you?"

"What? Take me? Now?" Does he realize we're in a freaking airport???

"Yes of course. We have to make it to the cabin before dark, unless there's something else you had in mind." He smirks. Oh shit, I gotta save myself.

"I mean yea, that's good. I'm just hungry you big idiot." I can feel the blush creeping across my face and turn, hopefully before he catches it.

"Already taken care of. I have a salad and some waters waiting for you in the car." He smiles again and I swear there's a twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, I'm sorry... do you have a pet rabbit you're bringing with us?" I turn and walk to the small deli near the entrance after I see his smile slowly fade.

This is gonna be such a fun trip, messing with people is the highlight of my life.

After getting an order of just about every kind of potatoes and chicken they had to offer, I walk back to... Oh shit, I didn't even get his name. "So, do you want some chicken Mr..."

"Alvos, you can call me Alvos. And no, I had a little something earlier." He seems more sober now, looks like this little pageant queen isn't used to being played with.

"Perfect. Take me to the car then, Alvos." His eyes seem to light up again when I say his name. How odd. What an odd guy. A HOT odd guy. Okay I really need to stop myself.

I look over and see him wince a bit before turning and walking out of the airport. I follow him, doing a short happy dance while his back is turned. Nothing makes me happier than the scent of chicken and potatoes.

He walks me to my actual dream car and I swear, mama's getting ready to either cry or get a boner.

The kpcg10, otherwise known as the Nissan Skyline 2000 GTR, is in absolute pristine condition.

I feel the tears start to well up as Alvy opens the passenger door. I look up at him, my voice unintentionally cracking, "Are you fucking shitting me?" With that, my tears perform a freefall and I can tell that I must look like a wailing baby.

He looks like a combination of confusion and disturbance have slammed into his face.

"Um. Yes? No? This is the car I'm taking you in, but I'm not currently... shitting."

My tears let up enough for me to start laughing, but now I'm laughing and crying. Is this what a mental break feels like?

He takes my hand and does an awkward pat/rub on my shoulder, giving me the vibes that this dude is shit at comforting other people. He slowly tries to get me into the passenger seat, almost like a zoo animal.

Then he grabs the bag my food was in and starts waving it in front of my face.

"What the actual frick. I'm okay! Just overwhelmed." He looks a little subdued, the bag of deli food plops in my lap as he closes my door. I try to stop my tears, the smell of the potatoes does help a little.

He slides into the driver's seat and looks at me with a kind of weird curiosity, "Are you sure you're okay now?"

"Yes male slave," I say teasingly, "Now, take me to HQ!" I finish my command by jabbing him in the ribs.

This guy really needs to lighten up.

His shoulders look a little less tense and his bedroom smile graces his face again.

Shit! He only has two modes, tense and awkward or dirty and charming. What a weirdo.

He gives me a once over before putting the car into drive, "You gonna eat that?"

"Huh?" Oh! He must mean the deli food, "As a matter of fact, I am. Why, do you want some?" I ask quickly, tearing the plastic sticker from the top of my bag.

"No. I'm hungry for a little something else..."