Morning. TTM # 59. PG. Alana & Sarah.
Fandom: Only my own. :p
Prompt: #59-Desolate
Warnings: Talk of blood and some black thoughts.
Rating: PG
Summary: It's the day after and the girls have a little chat.
A/N: Credits for the photos and font are here: Click ME! except the cross which is found here: Click Me!. I have no idea what that brush is called which I used for Sarah's wings, but if you know then let me know and I'll credit. :)
Former parts (Recommended reading):
Falling
Biting
Evening
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It's 10 in the morning when Alana comes down for breakfast the next day. She only finds Sarah in the sun filled kitchen enjoying a bowl of plain old cheerios with some sliced down bananas and milk. You could call the place otherwise desolate and that Alana had the relative of the hangover visiting this morning. Hardly the first time though.
"Where is Mary?" Alana asked her, as she sat down across from Sarah and groaned at the radio playing. It wasn't even loud music, just some light morning tunes at a moderate setting.
"She left around 9 this morning. I don't know where she went off to, I never know. Are you okay, Alana?" Sarah asked her because of course Alana looked like hell. Alana just gave her the evil red eye. Sarah can't understand how Alana can stand those contact lenses at all. All the time, she's never without them.
But she doesn't voice that out loud, only hands her red-eyed friend a glass of water and two pills that had been hiding behind this ceramic bowl full of fruit. Alana accepted it and mumbled a thanks, before she knocked them back swiftly with a gulp of water then leaving the room with only a crisp red apple as her breakfast.
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When Sarah was washing her bowl in the sink later on in came Alana with the apple core to throw away and had also dressed for the day. She watched quietly as Alana threw it away and noticed the bruised part of Alana's neck with the bite marks there for all the world to see. Sarah wondered if she should mention it or just ignore it. But it's pretty damn hard to ignore something like that when it's not covered up.
"Why do you let him do that to you?" She finally blurted out of herself, which made Alana look up from where she had started to read the paper.
"It's non of your business." Alana just told her, as she put down the paper and walked out of the kitchen into the living room but Sarah followed her.
"I'm worried about you. I mean, just look at your neck. It's a mess. What would Mary say?" Sarah asked her and pointed at her neck which she had put her hands over. At first Alana just glared at her, but Sarah doesn't falter and in the end Alana just sat down on the living room couch and sighed.
"Because I like it. It makes me feel numb and happy for a bit." Alana told her, which made Sarah sit down next to her looking all very worried and weirdly maternal looking which is just stupid because Alana might be older than her when it comes down to it.
"Why do you need that? I thought you were happy already." Sarah told her, all with warm eyes and soft looking light-magenta colored hair framing her hair.
"Most of the time I'm fine, but there's always this blackness hanging over me and waiting to pour itself over me. That's where Sam comes in." Alana told her, as she stood up and walked over to some bookshelves.
"Aren't you afraid that one day he might just drain you dry?" Sarah asked from where she was still sitting on the couch and watched Alana fix the fallen books. Heh, fallen books.
"No, I'm not." Alana simply stated, simple and to the point. No doubt about it at all in her voice.
"Why? Why do you trust him? I thought you said they were evil, bloodthirsty things. Yeah, yeah. You said he was diffrent but how do you know that?" Sarah asked her without stopping for breath and got Alana's attention back from the bookshelves.
"I trust him and I always have a handy little cross on me if he gets carried away." Alana told her, and tugged from her pocket a silver chain which had on the end a small cross formed by little black semi-precious stones on the end.
"He didn't get carried away last night?" Sarah asked her friend with a frown on her face while she glanced at Alana's bruised neck.
"Not at all. We were just getting to the best part." Alana dreamily told Sarah, as she let herself fall back on the couch and sighed to herself.
"Well, it looked bad to me. Why is he scared of a cross anyways?" Sarah muttered, but Alana heard her anyways and rolled her eyes. She really was clueless about most things, even things she should know about. She can't have been a good angel at all.
"Sarah, what do you know? Do you know anything at all? Sam is a child of Lilith. So, off course he's going to be scared of a cross. He's not exactly someone who's going to to heaven, now is he?" Alana told her and it got a little like she was talking to a kid in the end. Sarah really disliked that because she might not know all the things Alana knows, but she's no kid.
"Neither am I, so why don't they burn me?" Sarah practically whispered, feeling all bad for herself. At least she knew that. Though she thinks that this punishment is a little harsh for one practical joke!
"That's diffrent." Alana just told her, as she stood up and left the room. Leaving behind her one sad fallen angel with light magenta-ish colored hair.
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Sarah was in a cleaning mood later that day after her little talk with Alana. It really worried her. One day she was going to get herself really hurt. She got to a window that faced their garden (where she had been found by Mary asleep in her rose shrub) and was about to close it when she snatched back her hand.
A spider had setup shop in the open gap and Sarah hated spiders. Sure they have their place in the world and all, but they just creep her out. For a moment she thinks about going to get Alana to deal with it but she'd probably think she was a totally wimp or something.
Mary wouldn't be home for a while so she would have to deal with this on her own. So she decided to go the humane way and grab the gross insect with some paper towels and released into the wild AKA the backyard. But the closer she got to it, the less she wanted to do it and just wanted to slam the window shut on the damn thing. Which is what she does in the end, just slams the windows shut and smushes the spider with it. Problem solved.
After her little cleaning spree she went up to her room and was reading her book (bio of Bette Davis, this really famous American actress and apparently had a nutjob for a daughter.) when there was a knock on her door and Alana stepped into the bedroom.
"I've been thinking about this all day and did you say that it looked bad to you when you saw us last night?" Alana asked her, while just kind of looking at Sarah which was a bit uncomfortable. "When... What were you doing in my room?" Sarah put away her book and looked up to where Alana was standing again.
"Well, it was after midnight and you were playing music loudly. I asked you to turn it down but it just got louder. So, I pushed the door open and Sam freaked out. Let's not even start on my cross." Sarah told her and shrugged her shoulders. Probably thinking that's enough.
"What cross?" Alana asked her, because the last she recalled Sarah didn't have one.
Sarah grabbed the medium sized white box of her bedside table where it had been next to her Bette Davis book. She opened it and took off the pink cotton candy looking cover. There lay the diamonds over metal cross with a silver chain and its lobster claw. Quite old fashioned actually.
"Wow. Where did you get it?" Alana asked her while she brushed her fingers over the beautiful cross.
"Mary gave it to me last night. I like the pink cotton thing in the box but I'm glad it's not cotton candy since that would make the cross all sticky." Sarah told her, while she took the cross from its box and put it on.
"You say the weirdest things. She gave you that? Nice. But back to Sam. You kicked him out, is that what you were getting to?" Alana asked Sarah with her hands on her hips and looked mildly annoyed.
"Yup." Sarah says along with a nod and the look of someone 100 percent sure that they had been doing the right thing.
"Why did you do that? Who said you could throw out my friends? Seriously." Alana asked her, while throwing her hands in the air in frustration.
"But he was all weirded out and you looked really bad, all bloody laying in your bed. What was I supposed to do?" Sarah almost yelled and threw the box that normally held the cross on her bed.
"Umh, maybe leave us alone? Keep your nose out of other people's business?" Alana threw at her questions and then left in a huff. Sarah was going to follow her, but she turned around and gave her a good old glare with those freaky red eyes.
So Sarah just got back to her her book about Bette Davis but she really hoped Mary would be home soon. They need to have a serious little chat about Alana. She likes to get hurt? Ouch.
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To Be Continued...
08.09.2007