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The Bitch Wolf


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Date: May 20, 2008
Room 1714
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Fingertips pressed to the cool glass of the balcony door.  Amber colored eyes watched the fading darkness and the rising sun with something akin to awe or marvel.  There truely was no place in the world like Hawaii for beautiful sunsets and sunrises.  Leaving heated fingerprints behind on the streak free glass, the bitch wolf turned sliding the thick heavy curtain across the door shutting the room in darkness.  The only light coming from the bathroom doorway. 

The jean jacket was still near the blood slicked grass when she had went back in search of her things.  Shreds of clothing picked up and jacket pulled on the way to small tank top that Evie had given her.  Flips flops where broken, the shift having snapped the thongs on both.  Barefeet moved over the plush carpet as she headed back to the bathroom.  The air was still hot and moist despite the force of the air conditioning trying to bring down the temperature.  Fingers move to spread over the fog that covered the large mirror over the skin.  A swipe of hand showed her face among the foggy reflection, water creeping down the mirror from the path of her hand as she stared at her self. 

Marcus...  Fist connected with her glass reflection, causing the mirror to spiderweb in a myriad of cracks.  Crimson leaking out from between her knuckles and the glass.  Hand dropped almost lifeless as she flicked the light off leaving her in darkness.  Why was it that those spider webbed reflections showed Marcus and Evie instead of herself?

She shouldn't have returned to Hawaii, once Ulfric, now solitary rogue.  Knuckles where brought to her lips and the blood licked off, leaving her knuckles bare and healing as the soft comforter enveloped her body that flopped uncerimoniously into it's embrace.  Naked as she had been earlier that night after the shift she lay there, staring up at the ceiling.  Wet hair clung to her still damp skin, the bath had helped ease the ache in her body from the Snake.  But nothing helped the feeling of loss.  Evie, her Evie, one of the two people to fill the void left by an abandoned family.  She had found her again, and the pain was very real.  It hurt to even think about her, knowing this whole time, that she stayed at Marcus' side after had Loke abandoned them. 

Head tilted toward the boxes and crates of canvas' and scultures she had done in her travelling.  She never went anywhere without them, hoping to unload some to the closest galleries.  But now, knowing HE was here, she wanted to burn them.  His eyes, his face, his body, memorized with each painstaking detail in oil, arylic and clay.  It was her own brand of self-torture.  Laughter lines that wrinkled up the courner of the eyes, those sparkling loving eyes of Evie, everything was done as a reminder to her, who she really loved in this life.  No one could take there place, even as she had tried to forget them.  No one.  Amber eyes disappeared behind lashes as a tortured breath was released.

"God, I hope tomorrow is a better day."

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The Bitch Wolf


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Date: May 21, 2008
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The next day, was anything but good.

Balls of her thumb pressed into the plyable damp clay as she added more to the bust.  She couldn't get Him out of her head.  Fingers moved to dip into the bowl of water beside the table as she smoothed over the cracks of clay, creating the illusion of smooth skin on the surface.  For the last four hours she had been working, non-stop, fingers moving.  Adding and removing clay, stepping back to look and then moving back in to touch up here and there.  It was only when her stomach was gnawing at her back bone did she stop realizing that seven hours had gone by since when she started.  Already the sun was slipping past the surface of the horizon and darkness was creeping into the sky.

Wiping her hands on the smock, she reached for the phone dialing room service.  A meal was ordered, she really didn't pay attention to  what or how long.  Bare feet moved her toward the door unlocking it and setting the metal pole lock in the door so the bell hop could bring it in when he arrived.  She left a twenty on the table, moving to the bathroom to clean up.  A quick shower, she heard the bell hop come and go, leaving the platter of steaming good food. Towel wrapped around her hair, she strolled out of the shower nude, choosing to find her robe.

It took a few minutes of stealthy search before she found it rolled up under the bed, not sure how it got there.    The platter of food was taken to the coffee table as she settled with her back to the couch, eyes on the bust of Him on the dining table.  Even from the distance that gray clay looked like him. 

The steak had no flavor, well it probably did, but she didn't taste it.  Eatting was automatic, she finished off the whole plateful before downing the two bottles of beer with it. 

And yet still the eyes of Him in her sad clay replica where watching her.  The eyes she so wanted to see on her, they shone with such love.  That was how she wanted him to look at her.

The day before she had met him, he had been at Evie's when she had turned up after hunting her address down.  It was like sticking needles in her veins, and injecting herself with silver.  It was pure torture to be near his shining beauty and not be able to touch it for fear of pain or fear of giving pain.  She stood and moved closer to the table staring at that beautiful face, it was such a sad replica of the true thing.

"Ke Aloha Nou No Ka `I`ini Mau Loa"

Those words, even in the room seemed dreadfully loud.  Wolf eyes lifted to the balcony door and the dark world outside.  He was awake, she didn't have to be bound to him to know he was.  A hand flicked the lock open and the door was pushed open letting the gust of air come ripping through the room, fluttering the robe about her body as she stepped outside.  Head was lifted and an all too mournful howl rose from her human throat.  She held it till her breath ran out and her voice died.  Hands had tightened to white knuckled fists on the railing.  Voices told her other people where peeking there heads out of there rooms.  Retreating back into the safety of her room, door closed again she spoke to the silence.

"Beloved, I desire you forever."

Curtain was drawn across the door and the lights where shut off.  Body crawling into the plush bed, kicking off her robe in aggitation since it tangled her up.  That's probably how it ended up under the bed in the first place.  TV remote was snagged as a few pillows where jammed under her head and finger began to flick helplessly through the channels.  It wasn't until she had fallen asleep some time later, the TV still on, but on mute that the dreams started.  Nightmares, screaming and blood, His blood, His body, His voice.

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