LJ Idol - Week 2 - "What I "Should" Care About - But Don’t."
When reading this topic, a character of mine decided he wanted to speak. So this entry is being written in his voice, and hopefully he at least managed to connect this to the topic.
Character: Pietro Seville
Novel: Blood Lust Trilogy
It was in the warehouse district that she woke up. The only area of light that shone down was from the single light bulb, a black shade on top forming a circle of light in which she was laying. Outside the circle was pure blackness, and the girl pulled her legs under herself as she sat up.
“Hello?” she called, rubbing her bare arms. “Is anyone there?”
There was a sound from her left - like a chair sliding along the ground. She whipped her head towards the sound, her eyes searching for it's origin. “Hello?!”
“Are you afraid, my dear?” The gentle voice called from the darkness, almost behind her. There was a deep accent to the words; French, or something similar. She gasped and shifted to keep herself in the light. “Because fear... fear is the most delicious of emotions.”
“Who... who are you?”
“Don't you sometimes wonder what people think of you? Walking down the street dressed like that. You're barely hiding a thing. The place is called Victoria's Secret for a reason, child.”
“Please don't hurt me...”
“But maybe you like that.” The edge of a shoe walked into the light. Black as night, squared off tip. “Maybe you were on the way to meet someone who would punish you. Tie you down and hurt you. So much flesh to bruise, and you wait until it heals again before going back. Would he worry about you? Find someone new to play with?”
“No... I wouldn't do that...”
“No, no that's not it. Maybe you're an actress... no, a runway model. The latest fashions fill your days and at night you put them on to go to the clubs down in Paris.” He was kneeling know, a knee coming into the ring of light. A pale white hand accompanied it, and the girl scooted further away.
“You can have your choice of the men but do they really respect you, or just want to see what those legs look like in other places?”
“I was just walking home.” Tears were streaming down her face. “I want to go home.”
The man stood up, disappearing back into the black. “Home, now that's an interesting place. Have they realized that you haven't come back yet? What will Daddy think about his little girl being gone? Or is he too drunk to care? And mama, is she worried sick, or cursing the slut of her daughter that would stay out all night and not even have the decency to call and say she's not coming home.”
“I'm not like that.”
“Of course you aren't. They all say they aren't, but...” There was a hand on her forehead and it tiled her head back against a firm shoulder. A face appeared in the edges of her vision. A man, pale face with long blonde hair and blue eyes. He smiled at her as the other hand ran along her cheek. “...in the end you always give in to it.”
“Please let me go... I have a husband and a child...”
“Shhh, don't lie to me sweetling. You have no ring. You don't have a husband, and a mother would not leave her child alone this late. You have no one waiting up for you, and we both know this.
“And maybe... just maybe I should care about who you are, and not imagine what I want you to be for me. But in the end, it doesn't matter.”
The girl watched in horror as two fangs slid down from his upper jaw, and the man gave her a deadly smile. “In the end, I don't care who you are. To me, all you are is food.”
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This post was written in response to the Week 2 Challenge of therealljidol. Feedback is appreciated, and if you liked it, please remember to vote for me when the polls go up Friday. Thank you.
Character: Pietro Seville
Novel: Blood Lust Trilogy
It was in the warehouse district that she woke up. The only area of light that shone down was from the single light bulb, a black shade on top forming a circle of light in which she was laying. Outside the circle was pure blackness, and the girl pulled her legs under herself as she sat up.
“Hello?” she called, rubbing her bare arms. “Is anyone there?”
There was a sound from her left - like a chair sliding along the ground. She whipped her head towards the sound, her eyes searching for it's origin. “Hello?!”
“Are you afraid, my dear?” The gentle voice called from the darkness, almost behind her. There was a deep accent to the words; French, or something similar. She gasped and shifted to keep herself in the light. “Because fear... fear is the most delicious of emotions.”
“Who... who are you?”
“Don't you sometimes wonder what people think of you? Walking down the street dressed like that. You're barely hiding a thing. The place is called Victoria's Secret for a reason, child.”
“Please don't hurt me...”
“But maybe you like that.” The edge of a shoe walked into the light. Black as night, squared off tip. “Maybe you were on the way to meet someone who would punish you. Tie you down and hurt you. So much flesh to bruise, and you wait until it heals again before going back. Would he worry about you? Find someone new to play with?”
“No... I wouldn't do that...”
“No, no that's not it. Maybe you're an actress... no, a runway model. The latest fashions fill your days and at night you put them on to go to the clubs down in Paris.” He was kneeling know, a knee coming into the ring of light. A pale white hand accompanied it, and the girl scooted further away.
“You can have your choice of the men but do they really respect you, or just want to see what those legs look like in other places?”
“I was just walking home.” Tears were streaming down her face. “I want to go home.”
The man stood up, disappearing back into the black. “Home, now that's an interesting place. Have they realized that you haven't come back yet? What will Daddy think about his little girl being gone? Or is he too drunk to care? And mama, is she worried sick, or cursing the slut of her daughter that would stay out all night and not even have the decency to call and say she's not coming home.”
“I'm not like that.”
“Of course you aren't. They all say they aren't, but...” There was a hand on her forehead and it tiled her head back against a firm shoulder. A face appeared in the edges of her vision. A man, pale face with long blonde hair and blue eyes. He smiled at her as the other hand ran along her cheek. “...in the end you always give in to it.”
“Please let me go... I have a husband and a child...”
“Shhh, don't lie to me sweetling. You have no ring. You don't have a husband, and a mother would not leave her child alone this late. You have no one waiting up for you, and we both know this.
“And maybe... just maybe I should care about who you are, and not imagine what I want you to be for me. But in the end, it doesn't matter.”
The girl watched in horror as two fangs slid down from his upper jaw, and the man gave her a deadly smile. “In the end, I don't care who you are. To me, all you are is food.”
*~*
This post was written in response to the Week 2 Challenge of therealljidol. Feedback is appreciated, and if you liked it, please remember to vote for me when the polls go up Friday. Thank you.