[Roxy] Lesson One, Over.....[Part V]
Time slows and still she waits.
It seems like an eternity in the dark, still depths of the water.
Something moves beside her. Something large. It frees her anchored feet from the weights, holding her down and pulling her to the surface.
The burlap sack is removed, and light shifts the darkness. Her wrists and hands are next.
Then the stake.
She has mobility, and in a blur of motion and precious vitae she is one her feet, fingers curling into sharp claws. She clenches her fists, willing them away.
When she looks up he is sitting in a chair close-by. A bag with her dry clothing, two towels, and a thermos of blood.
Smoke wafts from his cigarette and the smellt tantalizes her senses.
She strips out of her water logged clothes. Her movements are stiff with cold and untended wounds, and lacking her usual shyness. She rapidly dries off and redresses. Another pair of threadbare jeans. Warm, dry socks, and a beat up Metallica tshirt.
She lights a cigarette and inhales deeply, then looks at him. Forest green eyes meeting slate grey.
"So...what did you learn?"
Her voice is hoarse from disuse, but she can't help but smile. She gulps just enough of the blood in the thermos to keep the hunger at bay. She was going home tonight. She would feed then.
"That trust isn't something to give lightly. And that there is no such thing as trust among predators. You could have killed me. You could have left me there forever. And I let you."
A slight smile curves his lips. He'd be pretty if he wasn't such a civilized monster.
"Yes you did. And yes I could have. You asked me to teach you fear. And that's exactly what I did."
He turns his back on her and it's then she realizes he no longer feels the superior predator. And he continues, "If you want a second lesson, you know how to find me."
She can't stop the slow curl of her lips, and gives in to the bright grin, she steps next to him and offers her hand. "Thank you Alder Cassio. I'll be back, that you can count on."
It seems like an eternity in the dark, still depths of the water.
Something moves beside her. Something large. It frees her anchored feet from the weights, holding her down and pulling her to the surface.
The burlap sack is removed, and light shifts the darkness. Her wrists and hands are next.
Then the stake.
She has mobility, and in a blur of motion and precious vitae she is one her feet, fingers curling into sharp claws. She clenches her fists, willing them away.
When she looks up he is sitting in a chair close-by. A bag with her dry clothing, two towels, and a thermos of blood.
Smoke wafts from his cigarette and the smellt tantalizes her senses.
She strips out of her water logged clothes. Her movements are stiff with cold and untended wounds, and lacking her usual shyness. She rapidly dries off and redresses. Another pair of threadbare jeans. Warm, dry socks, and a beat up Metallica tshirt.
She lights a cigarette and inhales deeply, then looks at him. Forest green eyes meeting slate grey.
"So...what did you learn?"
Her voice is hoarse from disuse, but she can't help but smile. She gulps just enough of the blood in the thermos to keep the hunger at bay. She was going home tonight. She would feed then.
"That trust isn't something to give lightly. And that there is no such thing as trust among predators. You could have killed me. You could have left me there forever. And I let you."
A slight smile curves his lips. He'd be pretty if he wasn't such a civilized monster.
"Yes you did. And yes I could have. You asked me to teach you fear. And that's exactly what I did."
He turns his back on her and it's then she realizes he no longer feels the superior predator. And he continues, "If you want a second lesson, you know how to find me."
She can't stop the slow curl of her lips, and gives in to the bright grin, she steps next to him and offers her hand. "Thank you Alder Cassio. I'll be back, that you can count on."