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Post by Desert on Nov 17, 2009 0:28:32 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hearing her comment the young man closed his eyes. He was a monster, too. His anger had taken over his entire exsistance. "I'm sorry." he whispered in mid air when he struggled to leap out of the way of the gun which Dimitri was now holding. Sawyer's acute hearing enabled him to hear the trigger be pulled before the bullet emerged. Just a small click.
Sadly he was moving too fast to put on the brakes. He heard the gunshot. He felt the bullet enter his chest and fly out his back. He felt no pain, though. He could no longer feel pain. That's what ruled his life, now. Crimson regret escaped freely from his body. He could hear his heart speed up. The shot had made him loose all feeling in his torso.
That didn't matter, now. His legs still worked. But he lost his balance and he fell backward with a gasp. He landed on his side, gasping. Laying a pool not only of his own bood, but Roxxy's. No! He couldn't die now! He'd already died. He new what heaven was like. He had seen it with blind eyes.
It was the most boring place...ever. He was going to follow Dimitri to hell. Butnot until every drop of blood in his body was gone! With new strength, an angry snarl escaped and he got to his feet. "Bastard!" he snapped hearing Roxxy call his name and Dimitri see his brother.
Then another shot...Nathen. He heard the silver bullet touch flesh, and then a wail in agony. but it did not come from Nathen.
He had been in the hayloft the whole time. He had seen Dimitri shoot Sawyer. He had seen the silver of the bullet go right through his body. He had seen Sawyer fall. Alex had been shot many times, but those wounds had healed. Each bullet struck his heart. And he was always the one who pulled the trigger. Alex had killed so many innocent people.
It was time to protect them. He saw Dimitri point the gu at Nathen. Before the shot was fired, a warm breeze blew past. The air filling with the scent of honeysuckle. She was here. Closing his eyes the young man smiled "My dearest sister....I'll be with you soon." then he jumped.
Sticking his arms out to catch his fall, Alex landed on all fours so to say, just as the second shot was fired. He stood directly in its path. Then he felt it. It went to his ribs, through his body, but didn't come back out. He let out a cry in pain but then felt very numb. Warmth crept through his body.
His vision grew blurry and he fell to the ground. "ALEX!" Nathen cried running to him, dragging his body away. The young man was taking deep breaths. "N-Nathen? Are you there? I-I can't see you." Alex whispered, his voice weak and cracked. Blood spilled from his side and mouth. Still he felt warm. Even comfortable.
"I'm right here Alex. You have to get up! Please!" Nathen's voice shook. Alex opened his eyes and looked up, seeing nothing. "No, my job is done." he said with what he could form of a smile. His last few moments. Always those last few moments, do people realise what they always did with their life. And how they could've made it better. Alex wished for so many things that could've gone differently. He showed everyone that he was a different person. He had no wish to live.
"DON'T THROW AWAY YOUR LIFE NEEDLESSLY!!!" Sawyer's twin cried, a fat tear landing on Alex's cheek. He could hear them calling. All those people, waiting for hm to join them. His heart was torn, Nathen was like his brother,"I'm not. I took t-that bullet for you....That's w-w-what I was meant to do...I guess." he closed his eyes again. His own tears faling from them.
Nathen was silent. Alex was running out of time. He then thought about his love, Leelyn. She needed to know his last wishes to her. His last words to her...I love you..."N-Nathen. I want you to..do me a.....a favour. W-when you see Leelyn....Tell her that I---I love her.. And that I died....like a real man." then his body went limp and Alexander O'Heir was silent.
"Alex? Alex! ALEX!!!" Nathen cried, tears streamed down his face nonstop. No! He couldn't die! Angre and sadness filled his broken heart. He touched Alex's face, his skin was growing colder and colder as his soul was being sent to heaven. "A strong man, stands up for himself. A stronger man stands up for others. You are a real man."
Then he stood up, not realising that Black had escaped his stall. Sawyer was getting kicked over and over as he tried to jump onto Dimitri's chest. Nathen began to tremble, his eyes narrowed, anger filling their dark depths. This was all his fault. He could've moved away before Dimitri pulled the trigger. But, seeing Sawyer get shot, he froze. He couldn't have moved. Seeing his brother start to bleed like that, seeing the torn muscle fly out of his body with that bullet. It scared him so much. And now his best friend was leaving! Forever... Alex..Lend me your strength.
And with only one arm, he charged Dimitri and latched on tightly. His hands around his neck, fingernails digging through skin. Sawyer had just been thrown against the nearest wall. His breath knocked out of his already struggling lungs.
"N-Nathen! Get away!" Sawyer ordered, his voice was weak and blood covered his entire body. Nathen held on so tightly that he was etting the same treatment Dimitri was. He was being pounded into dirt by Black's hooves. Then he let go and backed off quickly. Tears of blood streaming down his face.
Sawyer was just a broken mass of human flesh laying on the ground when Black went down. Nathen collapsed beside his twin bother. Both boys bleeding and breathing heavily. Still, they both held a small smile of triumph on their faces, despite of Alex's death. It was over, it was finally over.
"I hear a heartbeat...The heartbeat of someone who's about to die. Could it be me?" Sawyer whispered so faintly, his chest rising and falling slowly. "I hear a song." then Sawyer was silent, his eyes open, focused on Roxxy.
"Black" Nathen closed his eyes and sent the mighty stallion a silent prayer. "He's gone..Black's gone." Sawyer whispered, slowly picking himself off the ground, dragging himself to Roxxy.
He moved his bloody frame toward her. Every muscle in his broken body searing with pain. He left a trail of the crimson liquid as he drug hmself forward Panting heavily. Sweat and blood making his hair stick to his forehead. His shoulder had shattered along with two ribs. when the bullet past through his body. His lung was ready to fall off. He could barely breath.
Alex was gone, now. Tears stained Sawyer's cheeks as that thought came to mind. He grunted when he collapsed beside his Roxxy, his love. Lifting a hand, his wrist had broken and he no longer had feeling there. He let his fingers trail down her cheek, taking her tears with him.
"Oh...Roxxy." his voice was faint, croaked. He stuggled to sit up. His bare chest looked like it had been torn right off. His tan skin could barely be seen beneath the blanket of blood that covered him.
He put his arms around her, wincing in pain. "My love. I have failed you, now." he whispered kissing her cheek, salty tears touching his lips as he kissed them away. He had her in a warm embrace. He held her the way he did at night when they were together. His strong arms around her, like an iron cage. No one could hurt her when he was there. Now he had failed. He pulled his body close. This had been the first time he held her in four months.
Kissing away another tear, he spoke. "I told you that I'd take care of him...Protect him but..." his breath was growing slower and slower. He blew warm air onto her neck and cheeks. "I...tried...Roxxy...I tried to save him...And I failed."
He closed his eyes "I'm so so-or---ry." His arms unwrapped themselves from around her. His body slid away all together. There he lay, beside the love of his life. Taking deep breaths. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult.
He had returned to Alex's side. He had closed the younger man's eyes. He looked...peaceful. Maybe he really was in a better place. His skin had dulled to a lifeless ivory colour. His lips had paled. Nathen sat beside him, tears falling. He thought about when he first met Alex. Those first few days together. He remembered the hidden life that his eyes had held.
The first time he had heard Alex play the piano...Their fisrt ride! Those nights sitting under the stars...Waiting for Sawyer to return home. His jokes......That life was over now.
The moon shone in the centre of the sky. Ready to whisper its good night, ready to whisper its good-bye and wait until tomorrow night. "Dad? Mum?" Nathen looked up seeing his parents appear. Mum took one look at the damage and her hand covered her mouth. She stumbled forward with Dimonte at her heels, his eyes wide.
She fell to her knees beside Alex's body. "He's gone.." Nathen closed his eyes and tried to fight back tears but failed anyway. He would always blame himself for what happened. Always."How?" Dimonte asked quietly sitting down beside Maysa.
"He took a bullet for me...He---He saved my life. It's all my fault." he began to tremble again. His heart felt like stopping. "I" he began to cry again then he yelled out, his voice filled with such pain. "I SHOULD BE THE ONE LYING THERE AND NOT HIM!" he he broke down in sobs. Crying like a lost little boy who had just lost his most precious posesion.
Maysa took her son into her arms and gently rocked him. Like she did when he was still a baby. Nathen was bawling into her shoulder. Holding on for dear life. Dimonte stood and began to walk toward Sawyer, who was lying on the ground beside Roxxy."Do not come here...This isn't your place." the blind man demanded with a groan. Appearently the wise doctor saw the bullet wound in Sawyer's back.
"He shot you! Sawyer! Nathen! We need to get you both to the hospital. We already lost Alex..I don't want to loose you." he said. Sawyer lifted his head and shook it slowly. "This is my punishment for what I've done. All those people I killed. Take Nathen. But leave me here." he said before lowering his head back down. He deserved this pain, death was close for Sawyer and he might as well follow Dimitri. Hell was probably more fun than heaven.
The place he went to only a month before was not a place of joy, or comfort, or love. It could not be called heaven because it had no balance of misery, nor pain, nor death. Alex was being torn between two worlds. As if God himself couldn't choose where to send him. Alex had caused a lot of people to die, but his risked his own life for that of Nathen. He wasn't afraid to die. And neither was Sawyer.
Nathen looked back at Alex then was helped up by Mum. Dad picked up Alex and they all left.Not looking back. Though their footsteps were slow, stuggling to leave. Nathen's cries for forgiveness filled the air. They vanished into the forsets of Shady Lane. Leaving Sawyer alone with Roxxy. He tried to force himself up again with no luck. He wanted to hold her, kiss her. Frail arms managed to lift, winding around her waist. His lung had been punctured by the bullet and he was fading fast.
Roxxy had lost so many important to her. It seemed that Sawyer managed to survive...But for how long? If Sawyer was to fall, he could at least spend his final moments with her. The only person he would ever want to be with.
No, he wouldn't die but, he was suffering. Death seemed like a day at the beach. Yet, even in death he'd want to be with her. There was no way he was leaving now! He couldn't! He wouldn't! He'd live through this pain. He'd do anything to survive. He was young, strong. A single bullet wouldn't be able to kill him.
His heart began to beat faster and faster. The pain remained though, but he found the strength to get to his knees. His right armwas lifted off the ground, his shoulder felt like mush. His wrist felt the same. He lifted his gaze from the blood stained floor. He may have been blind but he looked right at Roxxy. His eyes boring into hers.
"Forgive me, Roxxy..." he said quietly, his voice a soothing purr. He didn't want her to think of him as a monster, even through what he'd done. His left shoulder touched hers as he leaned against her in a comforting way. He knew she was heartbroken. He felt her sadness as well as his own. He lay his lips against her cheek. His face buried in her long dark hair. He moved into a sitting position, his broken wrist and hand lay on top of hers. His left hand wound around her waist. Holding her close, he did not speak.He didn't have to.
I will not leave you...
This is what I deserve...
After years of combat....
For what I've done...
Can you hear me..?
Must be some way..
I have never seen something so awful
Yet my heart still beats..
Alex...
Why am I still here? I'm coming to you.
Go home Alex. You must go back....
We can fix this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Dimitri, Roxxy, Sawyer, Nathen, Alex, Dimonte,
Word Count ~' Don't care.
Muse ~' Couldn't care less
Music ~' Mad World---Tears for Fears
Notes ~' That was the saddest thing I've ever written
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence |
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Nov 19, 2009 21:24:43 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ he was gone. and there was nothing that she could do to bring him back. she had spent all those years and months saving him, and he finally let her know he understood. he had to give his own life in the process. it was what he was meant to do. it had never been roxxy's job to save black. it had alwasy been his job to save her. and now the young woman couldn't move. she had witnessed one of the most wanted men in all the world, especially the u.s., die before her very eyes, a man who had loved her was shot and killed, and now her very best friend, and a body who was like her other half, was murdered. and she had lost yet another baby. all within the last week. most of it comprised in a single hour.
so, she couldn't feel. couldn't move. and the hot tears were streaming down her face until they ran cold. she never made motion, but now she became wary of the things around her. her blue eyes gazed cloudily at the pefectly shaped head of black, whose body was getting downright cold at this point. she was still holding it. she wouldn't let go. she didn't have the bravery or strength to let go of her beloved stallion. "hell..." another thump grew in her throat. "alex..." she bowed her head and the tears came again freely. so did the little sobs. but then sawyer's arms wrapped around her torso and she turned her body into his, her frail, bony form curling into his.
"don't be sorry! you're all i have left!" she buried her face into his dirty clothes, but it didn't matter. that's when she seemed to realize he was still hurt; it finally clicked because she was in a shocked, dazed trance. well, she wasn't anymore. she tenderly let go of black's head with a last whimper and then looked at sawyer. there was blood on his front, where the hole was. the bullet had went all the way through. there were broken bones too. she knew this by the irregular way they hung about his body. she covered her mouth up to keep from sobbing so loud. but it didn't seem to matter. she did anyways. as his frail arms slipped from her, she whispered hoarsely, "sawyer! sawyer, no! i can't lose you! i've lost everyone else."
he went into a laying position and she nearly choked. she was losing everyone. whenever he tried to say something else, she would put up a finger and just smile at him, adoration and all the love in the world in her blue eyes. "sawyer...i love you." she swallowed the tears that wanted to rise again. she couldn't let herself cry anymore. then, dimonte and maysa came. they took alex away and the twin of her boyfriend and they left, though hesitantly. meanwhile, sawyer was dying. he was bleeding to death. "sawyer! please don't do this! go get some help...go with your dad and mom. i don't need you to die either." she hurried to wipe the coming wetness from her eyes. damn tears.
it was easy to feel she was weak. when sawyer picked himself off the ground to hold her, it was easy to tell. she had lost a baby and under direct duress, had to keep a fast pace going. no rest. also, she couldn't really eat. all that had shaved off necessary pounds that she had needed. and sawyer was feeling her spine and ribs, things that had never been noticable or touchable before. but she didn't move away, yet. she embraced him whole-heartedly. she was careful with his wrist and hands and she pulled her arms around his neck, her head laying below his chin. her tiny body was shaking. she had a wound in her thigh that was still bleeding, aching, and sawyer had a bulletwound as well.
"sawyer...go with your father. you did nothing wrong! so there's no need to ask for forgiveness! i'll still be here." it came out in an unordered rush. she was so worried about her love. but that last sentence was a bald-faced lie. she wouldn't be here. she'd have left with russia, departing for someplace where she couldn't be hurt anymore.
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Post by Desert on Nov 20, 2009 0:54:47 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Struggling to keep his current position, Sawyer wiggled his way aroung his love's frail body. He could feel her bones as his shoulder brushed against her spine. His arm trailed her ribs. How? How could've he let this happen? She was hurting! She felt sick, her skin felt tender to the touch. And cold, her skin was cold and unhealthy! He ignored his own pain and focused on hers.
Then she said that he was the only one she had left. A feeling of pride swelled up in his chest, he knew he had to stay alive, now. But he faced her and smiled "Roxxy...I'm not the only one. There are so many people here who love you. People who would fight for you until the very end." he thought of Alex and closed his eyes. Then he thought of Black.
What she said next honestly surprised him. She had lost so many! Black, their baby, her other baby (don't think that he didn't know about that), Alex....He paused then looked up. Those words, she just told him that she loved him. Those were the most beautiful words he'd heard in such a long time. If ever. He couldn't help but smile, a small and loving smile. Caressing her cheek.
"'I love you, too. I love you more than anything in this world. That's why I won't die Roxxy. I won't! Not after I just got you back." he stared into her watery blue eyes. He listened as his parents' footsteps vanished into the night. Nathen's yowla echoing in his ears. "My mum and dad understand, Roxxy. I am no different from Dimitri. I found myself enjoying taking the lives of others. Despite their sins.." he whispered, his voice growing weaker and weaker. But Roxxy was right, he was dying. Suffering. He deserved that...This pain that gnawed his body. This was the third time in four months that he had faced death. Everytime he laughed in its face. This time would be no different. He'd laugh at God! He'd laugh at Satan. He'd laugh at anyone who tried to kill him! Why? Sawyer was like a cockroach! No matter how much you tried to kill him, he just wouldn't die!
"Please understand, Roxxy." then he was quiet once more. The next few moments, he simply held her close. His fingers weaving with her hair. Feeling her breath on his collar bone and neck. He almost forgot he pain and pictured himself with her. During those many nights they shared together. Surrounding eachother with their warmth, love filling their eyes when they glanced at eachother. They way they she held him, always making every nerve ending tingle, making him warm and happy. The feel of her skin beneath his fingertips. The happiest time in the young Contaro's life.
Then she spoke once more. This time he had to pause for a moment. Really focusing on the sound of her beautiful voice. What she had said was a lie! She was lying to him! That wasn't to be toleated on his point. Sawyer didn't like to be lied to so, usually he would've exploded. But he knew why she was lying. He pulled away slightly.
"You're lying to me, Roxxy. I can hear it in your voice. I can't imagine leaving you, and coming back just to find you gone. I can't loose you again, Roxxy." his eyes were pleading. He needed her so much now. There was no way he would loose her. He loved her too much to let her go again. Now, he couldn't imagine a world without his Roxxy. "You're the only reason why I'm still alive."
Then he looked away, not daring to look at her when he said the next thing he did. "I should be dead...I've seen heaven. I've seen hell. I've already died, I went to heaven just to find my hell. You weren't there! Plus, they kicked me out..."
"I'm staying right here with you." his arms tightened their grip only slightly. His lips touched down on her forehead, then her cheek and jawline. His lips planted tender kisses on her face, his arms wound tightly around her waist. Then he kissed her lips to lips. His broken hand lifting to stroke her cheek. Comfort her with touch and voice.
"Dr. Contaro! You left your son out there! What kind of father would do that!?" the nurse following Dimonte snapped angrily as they rolled Nathen into the ER. Dr. Contaro pushed his son into the room and faced the older woman. She had been bugging him since he arrived with Nathen and Alex. Eveyone in Shady Lane thought of Alex as Dimonte's adopted son. And they all went berserk when he walked in with a half dead Nathen and a dead Alex. They had alread taken Alex's body away for an autopsy. Nathen went crazy and attacked the nearest doctor. Sawyer must've tought his twin how to cut easily. That doctor was going home with only one eye.
Nathen was that angry. The nurse had asked what happened so Dimonte gave her the whole story. It then took six doctors to hold the crazy man down. They knocked him out the old fashioned way, just a hard hit on the head. It really was their only option. Finally the desperate father blew up.
"SHUT UP! DON'T YOU DARE TEL ME HOW TO RAISE MY CHILDREN!" he yelled, everyone nearby turned and watched as the stout woman cowered away from the large man. "Sawyer's an adult, now. I must respect his jugement even when I don't agree with it! I didn't want to leave him there." he said, softer now. Knowing that his anger wouldn't help anything. "Leave me.." then the doctor turned and walked off with long strides back to the room where Nathen was.
His son lay there looking all broken. His face and chest covered with scratches and bruises. He had a black eye and a torn lip. "No major injuries, doctor. He should stay here for a few days, though." the man behind him said softly. Dimonte shook his head "I want to treat my children where they are comfortable. At home." he said. "When we get Sawyer, he needs to stay here."
He opened his mouth to speak but he was interupted with a frantic call. "DR. CONTARO! COME QUICK!" he turned and followed the three doctors', whose names he did not know, to the place they held Alex. Dimonte peered at his adopted son and gasped. There he saw his heart.
"How? He's dead!" Dimonte looked closer and there, he saw the smallest silver object only inches from Alex's still beating heart. Alex was alive! It was unbelievable! He was alive! "Get that bullet out and put him on life support now!" he quickly left the room to go tell Nathen.
"He's alive! How's that possible?" Nathen asked looking up at Dimonte who sat at his bedside with a smile on his face. But, he knew that Alex could last for years...or minutes. He had to get to work soon, but he also had to get Sawyer. He knew that his son would be too stubborn to come by himself. "The bullet didn't quite reach his heart.Luckily he landed the way he did. And inch to the left and it would've killed him." the doctor touched his son's hand. Nathen smiled, looking exhausted.
"He's alive...I'm glad." he said then laying his head back and falling asleep within minutes. Maysa was asleep in a chair, herdark hair covering her face. Smiling, Dimonte went to her, kissing her forehead, when she looked up. Her lips. "I'm going to go get Sawyer. I know he'll try to fight me. So if I'm not back in an hour. Come find us." his wife nodded.
Then the doctor stood and left. Leaving the warm hospital and into the cold air. His breath swirling in a mist around his face. The moon, big and round, looking down on him. He then ran to his car and sped off down the road. On a mission to find Sawyer, and bring him home alive...Let alone stay alive himself.
Sawyer would cut, cut, and keep cutting until the very end.
He slept for about a half hour, Dad still hadn't come back with Sawyer and Roxxy. The young man was eager to meet the woman who made his twin so happy. Mum was sitting at his bedside, her beautiful brown eyes filled with love and concern. A small smile painted on her lips. But, she looked tired. Nathen blinked a few times and sighed, reaching up to touch his mother "You should sleep, Mum. You look so tired." he whispered softly, his voice stained with pain as he winced when he struggled to move.
Mum took his hand "I'm alright, Nathen. I'm alright. You shoud be the one who's sleeping." she leaned down and kissed his forehead. Nathen smiled a guilty smile "I can't sleep. Knowing that Sawyer's out there in the cold. Bleeding the way he is." thinking about his twin brother pained him to no end. He felt a severe pain in his chest and back. The same place where Sawyer was shot. People think that twins can feel eachother's pain, and hear eachother's thoughts. It's true, Nathen felt Sawyer's pain as much as his own. The twins could easily read eachother's thoughts aswell. They were always thinking the same thing!
Sawyer could read Nathen's mind so much easier, though. Nathen didn't quite understand Sawyer's gift. It must come with the blindness. How his twin could easily map out objects in his head. How he could sense the movement of others. That's how he was able to fight so well. With a mind's eye. Lucky bastard he was. Now, instead of pain, Nathen felt warmth, happiness, and love.
He closed his eyes and groaned "Mum, when will I get out of here?" he asked calmly looking up at the woman who looked so much like himself. "A few days, don't worry, Nate. Your father will take care of you." she stroked his hair then sat back in her chair and closed her eyes, falling asleep quickly. Nathen stayed awake, studying the ceiling tiles, every curve and dip. There was nothing better to do.
He could hear his heart beat as he sank further and further into his own mind. He couldn't control his body anymore. He couldn't feel pain, he couldn't feel comfort. He didn't feel warm, or cold. Happy, nor sad. He felt nothing. Just content. You that feeling you get when you're underwater? That feeling of freedom, like you're flying. That was the feeling he had. Here, in the deep corners of his mind, he could think about anything. Seeing anything.
His eyes were closed and there he saw her....The most beautiful creature to ever walk the planet. And she belonged to him, and he belonged to her and that wouldn't change. Her hair was a lovely blond, tumbling down her back in waves. Her brown eyes were soft and loving, a smile so gorgeous, it made him hold his breath.
If only he could remember her name...
"Who are you!? Tell me who you are!" he called, his voice echoing in the darkness around him. There was no response, she only vanished into a mist. Then a new face came to his mind, another woman, one with dark hair and honey coloured eyes.
Her smile was soft and kind. "Alex..." she whispered, reaching out to touch his face. Deep inside his mind, he could move. A pale hand reached out to touch her own face. Their eyes closed when they touched. Her skin was smooth and cold. Her skin was ivory white, so beautiful. His skin was the same, cold and white.
"Am I dead, sister?" he asked quietly, their fingers knotting together. Was this heaven?
"No..You're asleep, now. You're dreaming of me, and her. But soon, you'll wake up. and you'll be with her...She's the reason you're alive...." then the beautiful girl slid close to Alex, laying her head on his chest. "Until the day you wake up...I'll be here with you."
"Why are you so cold?" he asked touching the back of her neck. Last time her held her like this, her skin was still warm. "My body may be cold, but my spirit is still warm." she whispered with a smile. Her ghostly frame pulling in closer, to where she was almost becoming a part of him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Roxxy, Sawyer, Nathen, Dimonte, Alex's mind....
Word Count ~' ^^
Muse ~' Good
Music ~' Nothing at the moment
Notes ~' He'll come back, soon. Don't worry
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence |
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Nov 22, 2009 22:40:37 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ roxxy wanted to shout to for him to leave. that she wasn't lying and that he could go and take care of himself. but truth was, he knew her so well and she couldn't even walk. her shot thigh was completely useless; the quad couldn't support that leg anymore. she looked at the man who held her so close. her voice was soft, naught but a whisper. "sawyer....i think i want to die. i'm so tired of being hurt. i'm tired of my life. i juss wanna give up. for once." roxxy took sawyer's hand from her face and pulled it down over between her breasts where her slow beating heart was. her voice broke. "saw-yer. i'm so tired."
then, she took the same hand and ran them down her ribs, which were able to be felt. taking his hand, she laid her bony cheek down on it, the tears from her eyes seeping down into his palm. "so so tired." she gave out a heavy sigh after which, her body went suddenly very still and very silent. her body didn't expand and contract. she wasn't breathing. this went on for several moments. and suddenly, a snide remark was heard from the open door of the barn. "agents do not acknowledge their pain or fatigue." roxxy's tiny, malnourished body took in a deep breath and she rose her head to look at the even shorter woman who was definitely older by at least 5 decades.
"g?" roxxy's blue eyes found her boss's deeper blue ones. g took steps towards one of her youngest and most successful agents. she had a spark in her navy blue eyes that gave away her emotions. she was stricken with grief that roxanna had to go through so much. but here, she could see that jason was dead, another great agent gone, and dimitri was finally dead as well. and beside roxxy was a massive stallion, dead from several bullet wounds to his chest, neck, and lungs. it was a bloody, catastrophic scene. coming a few feet away from roxxy and the man she so obviously recognized as the infamous sawyer, g sighed. "so, i guess that means you're no longer an agent." a small smile became apparent on her lightly wrinkled face.
"you have a pardon for your treason. and i give you dismissal. roxanna. you're retired." the smile became just a little bit bigger. but just a little bit. roxxy looked at her former boss with her mouth ajar. she was done. she was out of the military, out of secrecy. she didn't have to worry about that anymore. the air of relief came to her lungs and she looked up at g. "what about leelyn and all my other siblings?" "they will be dropped. you're all emancipated so to speak." roxxy's eyes glimmered wet. but then, she hardened and looked at g. "why did you tell jason to rape me?" g replied simply, "maternity leave. that or you'd run because you'd go into temporary insanity. you took the latter." she raised an eyebrow, as if daring roxxy to say anything else. "i wanted you to get out."
that shocked her. it left her stunned. roxxy opened her mouth to speak, but she closed it. g stood there and looked at her for the longest time, then she spoke in low tones. "i suspect leelyn will be here soon. it is best i leave. good life to you....roxanna holis. and sawyer contaro." with that, g strode her way out of the barn and vanished, leaving roxxy alone once again with sawyer. roxxy didn't say anything. she just laid her head on sawyer's chest, closed her eyes, and then held him back tightly. "i love you.
leelyn woke up in a cold sweat and to a incessantly vibrating phone. at first she thought it was possessed but then, there was a box that repetitively popped up and said one word: barn. unhesitantly, leelyn jumped out of bed, rapidly put on some clothes and then headed out the door and raced down her driveway and then towards the barn. by then, g had left roxxy for about 10 minutes. but leelyn didn't know that.
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Post by Desert on Nov 23, 2009 0:35:58 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The air was starting to get colder and colder, just enough for one to see their breath. The blood that rested on Sawyer's body seemed to freeze to his body. Still, he felt warm. Having his Roxxy so close. His red eyes were shut, the cold making them sting even more than they were. There was silence for a moment before Roxxy spoke again.
His words were not a surprise, he felt the same way she did. Then, he felt her beating heart, that wonderful feeling. This heartbeat was slowing. Along with his own. He offered her a gentle smile "I undestand Roxxy. If you die. So will I.We'll die together, Roxxy. That seems like a good way to go." his voice a comforting whisper. And he meant it. As long as Roxxy's heart was still beating, his would too. If she died...Sawyer Contaro would follow.
He cupped his warm hand over her cheek and held her closer, wanting her to be as warm as possible. He'd shield her from the cold the best he could. The tips of his fingers were tangled with her hair. Then he lay his cheek on the top of her head, his eyes closed. Yeah...This was a good way to go. Then her body went still, and her breathing stopped, but he could still feel her heart beating. He took slow breaths.
Then there was a voice, one that belonged to an elderly woman. She sounded a zillion years older than Sawyer and Roxxy He could only guess. Normally, Sawyer would've gone into a major temper tantrum and attacked but now, he was warm and content and didn't plan on moving. He only listened. If this ancient woman---G--said anything that would offend his Roxxy, then he'd attack her with all he had (which wasn't much, but it'll work to kill). When she said that Roxxy was retired, he couldn't help but smile.
Then his mind wandered. G...where had he heard of her before? He knew her name, he knew who she was. But where? Then it clicked. Mum. Mum knew G somehow. Probably from being in the military. Still, he had heard her mention that name earlier in his life. Then Roxxy asked her why Jason raped her. Now, THAT made Sawyer furious. He lifted his head and gave G an animal look that said "I'll kill you..Right now." and that look meant it. He was ready to show her what a pissed off Contaro could do.
Every muscle in his weakened body tensed up, his angry look never left his face until she turned and left. Wishing them a good life. He snorted in response then looked down at the woman he loved so much. His angry gaze gone, replaced by a look a sadness, and love. She held him tightly, and he returned the favour with a warm embrace of his own. Warmth crept over his cold frame. He closed his eyes and kissed her head "I love you" he said softly, all his attention on her. He didn't even hear his father walk through the door.
His stride was even and quiet as he approached his son, he had seen the elderly woman leave. Finding it safer to enter the barn when she left. Sawyer and Roxxy reminded him so much of himself and Maysa in the early days of their love. He knew that, after being separated for so long, his son and Roxanna would be tied to the hip. He could tell by Sawyer's tensed muscles that he wouldn't trust anything that had something between their legs.
That meant his brothers aswell. Dimonte respected that, knowing that he'd have to be careful around Sawyer unless he wanted to be castrated. Any man would be wise enough to stay away from Sawyer. He crept toward his son slowly, trying not to make himself sound calm and nonthreatening.
"Sawyer....Roxxy." he said quietly kneeling down a good five feet away. Sawyer looked up and gave Dimonte a menacing glare. One that said "Don't come here unless you want your balls ripped off." taking the warning, Dr. Contaro took a step back. Knowing that Sawyer would respond to Roxxy's jugement before acting., he just waited for her to say something.
Sawyer's red gaze never left the doctor's face, and Dimonte was startng to get irritated. Any Contaro man that was stared down was sure to get into a big fight. Didn't matter if it was between a father and son. They'd fight until a pecking order was established. And Sawyer was the top dog at the ranch, even Dimonte was ordered around somtimes.
His body was just aching for a fight, Sawyer's blind eyes stared into his heart. Mocking him. Now Dimonte Contaro was getting pissed. Now the two men were just spitting vemon at eachother. Eyes narrowed, low growls escaping both their throats. Sawyer had a very dominent look to his figure. Showing his father that he meant business and would attack without hesitation if he dared touch Roxxy, even for medical reasons.
A heavy distrust hung between father and son. Dimonte only wanted to heal the couple, while Sawyer wanted Dimonte to keep his nose out of the whole thing. Finally the doctor had to speak. He tried to keep his voice calm but, it had an angry edge. "Sawyer, I just want..."
"Save your breath, I already know what you want." his son snarled. Dimonte had to claw at the ground to keep his mind straight. He no longer saw Sawyer in front of him. He saw a man who was readyto fight. Then Sawyer seemed to hear something coming that made him release his grip on Roxxy.
That's when Sawyer bolted towards Dimonte who didn't hesitate, he stepped to the side when he side went past him. Just in time the older man grabbed the back of Sawyer's neck and jumped on his son's back. Sawyer rolled over and lashed out at his father's face. If Sawyer wanted to fight, then he would get on hell of a fight.
The stakes were already made. If Dimonte won, he'd take Sawyer and Roxxy back with him. If Sawyer won,well he'd get all the glory. Now father and son were at war. Rollin over eachother, punching, and kicking, biting anfd clawing. Dimonte once felt Sawyer's heel meet his groin at full force. With a yowl of pain and anger, the doctor slid backwards about five feet. He had to admit Sawyer was strong, even at such a weakened state.
Grabbing his son's ankle, Dimonte dragged a struggling Sawyer and forced him up onto his feet. Sawyer threw all his weight forward and had the doctor pinning. Finally, they both stood, facing eachother. Standing bot fifteen feet apart. Time to see who was sharper. They crouched and lunged, Running past eachother, one hand snapped out and let their nails claw at whatever skin they got.
Dimonte felt pain...Pain in his eye, no under, not over. They stopped, Sawyer had a nice cut across his arm, bleeding freely. He staggered then grunted in pain. Dimonte felt around his eye, Sawyer had struck him from the bridge of his nose, across his lower lid and to his ear.
Damnit that hurt. His vision was blurred. "How long are you gonna fight, Sawyer?" he hissed, furious now. The boy didn't seem to understand what his real intentions were. Sawyer turned and looked right into Dimonte's eyes "What is it you want?" he asked, and before he had a chance to respond, Sawyer charged.
"I want my son back...That's all I want." Dimonte said quietly. That made Sawyer stop dead in his tracks. He put on the brakes and stood a few inches away. His body trembling. They just stared at echother for a few moments. Then Dimonte reached out and grabbed Sawyer by the neck, lifting his son off the ground.
"You....YOU BASTARD!" Sawyer cried as Dimonte began to squeeze. The father cinged away but didn't release his grip. "No mercy, Sawyer." those words hurt him. Having your own son spit words of hatred in your face was the worst pain that any father could ever feel.
Sawyer was kicking and struggling, Dimonte lifted Sawyer's chin with one finger. With his eyes closed, he jerked Sawyer's neck to the side. Hearing a pop, Dimonte let go and Sawyer's fell limp at his feet. He opened his eyes and looke down at his broken son.
"When you wake up...You better be yourself." he whispered, shaking his hed. The only thing he wanted was for Sawyer to be himself. And now, he may ha finally gotton the lesson he needed. Dr. Contaro picked up his son and gently tossed him over his shoulder. Of course, having to carry a two hundered pound Sawyer wasn't easy, but he would do it. Lookin back at Roxxy. He gave her an apologetic look. Wishing that she hadn't had to see that.
Of course, the father and son have gotton into fights even worse than the one that had just happened, Dimonte couldn't help but fee guilty. But, it had to be done. Sawyer would wake up in a matter of minutes, he knew that for sure.
And like magic....Sawyer's eyes flew open and he bit the fabric of Dimonte's shirt, pulling and twisting. His blindness probably telling him that he was biting and tearing at skin, not clothing. The doctor touched Sawyer's back. "Oh yeah...This kid is definantly my son...Stubborn as ever, just like dear old Dad." Dr. Contaro laughed quietly as he struggled to loosen Sawyer's grip. Impossible!
That kid's bark was worse than his bite. But..He had a serious jaw lock. When he bit, he wouldn't let go, no matter how much it hurt his jaw. Another one on the "Sawyer's bad habits" list. After another three minutes of trying to get him to let go...He woudn't. Sawyer was comfused, that's all. He would bite anything! And Dimonte happened to be his target.
Now he had to pull on Sawyer's legs! The boy let out a quiet whine, his arms wrapping around his father's torso, making it even harder to make him let go. Well, maybe it was a good thing he refused to let go. It would be less of a fight to get him to the hospital. Just by looking at Saywer he saw plenty of broken bones and torn muscle, and a punctured lung. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Roxxy, Sawyer, Dimonte, G, Leelyn
Word Count ~' ^^
Muse ~' Good
Music ~' Nothing at the moment
Notes ~' Hehe....Poor Sawyer. Got beat up by his dad! -laughs-
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Nov 24, 2009 23:53:46 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ it felt good to hear him say it. it made her want to shout and dance with elation. it made her heartbeat faster and her spirits lift. "i love you too." she voiced her last thought with a warm smile. she nuzzled his chest and then gave it a brief kiss, not minding the dirt that was on his shirt and stuck to her lips. maybe she did want to live. she had something to look forward to now. she closed her eyes and heaved a heavy sigh, but then her brilliant blue eyes snapped back open and she turned her head to gaze at dimonte. a warm, happy smile that brought tears to her face illuminated her features. "hey, mr. contaro." sawyer may have been extremely animalistic, but roxxy was softer and had more of a reasonability about her at the moment.
she was in pain. so much pain. but she was smiling because she was finally seeing people she loved and missed. her voice was a weak whisper. "you've come to help us?" she closed her eyes looking incredibly relieved, but a flicker of emotion that showed the extreme pain she was in came across her profile. she opened her eyes again and looked up at sawyer's face. he was glaring at his father. roxxy's tiny whisper came into the freezing air. "sawyer...calm down! he just wants to help-" she was cut off by dimonte's words and then sawyer's harsh reply. and then a second later, sawyer took off away from her with a speed she didn't quite understand in his current state.
her frazzled mind delved her into focus and then out of focus, her vision becoming blurry and then black at random times. but she was grasping the concept of what was happening. dimonte and sawyer were fighting. before she knew what had happened, she had gradually slumped sideways to lay down on the dirt, her already frigid body even more quickly losing heat. she raised a tired hand to stroke black's head which was nearby. "i wish sawyer understood that his father is just trying to help him!" her vocals were almost nonexistant. she watched with drooping eyes that dimonte was holding sawyer by his neck, and hearing his last few words, she heard a small pop. "no!" it was so weak, her protest!
"you hurt my sawyer! why?" when he gave her an apologetic expression, roxxy only closed her eyes, the two tears leaking sideways across the bridge of her nose and her right cheek. it was a few minutes, roxxy stirred with her fuzzy vision to see sawyer awake and chomping down on dimonte's shirt. roxxy's speech was seriously impaired with her slurrs. "jusstake shlawyer wivyou. i'llstay...he-er." then, she bowed her head back on the ground. the entrance wound of the bullet was clotted, so it no longer bled. but still. that didn't stop the cold, bone-deep ache she felt whenever she moved period. it was then, that she vaguely felt something furry collide with her chest and neck.
she knew the yowling and the familiar scent. the cub was rubbing and licking and crooning against roxxy. "ru-shuh. not 'posed tobe he-er." there was a furrow between her brows but then her facade relaxed and she fell into a cold drowsiness again. the frigid air making hypothermia rapid and inevitable. as it were, the freezing circulating air had gotten most of the bloody scent out, but the few horses within the barn were still in an upstart. some where whinnying and frantically kicking or snorting. trying to get away. melody was one of the few horses that was trying to get to her mistress. she nickered repetitively, yearning for her long lost owner's attention, but also trying to encourage her to keep awake. roxxy couldn't die now! she'd come to far!
"buh-bye shlawyer. luh you...." there was a numb 1/4 of a yawn effort and then she went still again. by that time, leelyn came running in the barn. forgetting that fact and feeling that all she wanted to do was sob and cry and hug her little sister, who looked so completely malnourished and sickly it was terrifying, leelyn went down to her knees, looking at the ferocious looking cub curled against roxxy's chest. russia was hissing and with claws extended, swatted at leelyn's probing hands. she was guarding her mother! she didn't seem to understand that this was her mother's littermate who was trying to help. however, leelyn, so very ungently, snatched roxxy up and away from the cub, having a very furious cub growling furiously at her, the deep gutteral sounds threatening.
holding her like a groom held his bride, an arm under her knees and the other under her shoulders, leelyn picked up roxanna and said sternly, "nope! you're not saying good-bye to anyone! especially me." she took off in a dead run, the cub running fast behind her. "meet you at the hospital, dimonte!" to anyone watching, it seemed leelyn had no emotions like sadness or happiness....for she didn't even shed a tear for seeing her sister like that. nor did she for the giant black stallion in the aisle, nor the two dead man, one a shot unknown, and another which appeared to be a fileted dimitri. but once in her air, they surged up around her, these emotions.
but she suppressed them. they had to time in her life at the moment. she could cry later. she had shut the door after the cub hopped in and made herself residence on roxxy's chest, trying to warm the heart there. flooring it, she headed for the hospital. she withdrew her phone from the dashboard cubbie and then dialed the twins' numbers. "hey, i need you to go to the barn. and clean something up for me. bring the trailer. put the appropriate subject in there and bring it back to the house." that's exactly what she told both of them and she knew without a doubt that her orders would be obeyed. and she also knew, without a doubt, that they would realize something: roxxy was home.
it took her about 5 minutes with no traffic to get to the hospital where she needed to be. parking with a screech, leelyn jumped out and went to the back door to open it and tenderly pull her dark-haired sister out. russia barely had time to jump out before the door was kicked shut. and once again taking off in a dead run, leelyn headed for the hospital's automatic doors. roxxy was completely unconscious and when the bright, white lights illuminated her sister's dark skin, she found herself gasping for breath. not because of the exercise she had just performed but because just about every inch of roxxy's visible skin was covered in scars. no exaggeration. the only part of her body that seemed eluded from the blemishes would be her face. there was some small gashes and long scratches there now though, but there seemed to be hardly any, if any, scars on her facials.
"I need a doctor! and i need him NOW!" the blonde didn't scream or yell, but the urgency in her voice was unmistakable and the nurse that happened to be there took on look at the over all scene, blood and cougar cub and all, and went a most ungodly shade of white. "hurry up. we don't have all day, she's dying!" it was about that time when she gave up on hope for the nurse and looked around for a familiar shock of black hair or an equally familiar one of bronze.
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Post by Desert on Nov 25, 2009 14:54:37 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He didn't let go, he wouldn't let go. He listened as Leelyn took Roxxy away. Even though he never wanted to be separated from his love....ever. He knew that Leelyn would take her somewhere safe and warm. Dimonte was close behind. Giving up on trying to pull Sawyer away. The yong man was angry, though. And he wanted everyone to know that, his mind was so messed up that he didn't know that he wasn't tearing at human flesh.
Dad, like all good Contaros', drove like a maniac. They were in the hospital parking lot within three minutes. Sawyer had long let go and now lay in the backseat, his eyes closed. His mind ran wild, he wanted to be with his Roxxy now. He could only think about the pain now. He could feel Roxxy, hurting, dying! NO! She had to keep her heart beating! She had to live!
They found Roxxy and Leelyn by the front desk when they walked through the door. Sawyer instantly began to limp toward her. Only to be caught by the arm by a stranger. A doctor. Now, Sawyer held a grudge against all doctors beside his father. And ecause he was pissed off. Just being here put everyone's lives at risk. He had to stay calm. If he got jumpy again then he'd slaughter everyone in sight. That could include his own family.
He glared at the doctor, spitting venom. "If you value your life then you'll let me go!" he hissed, the stranger took the warning and backed away quickly. Sawyer was large and very threatening. His aura just screamed "Dangerous! Stay faaaaaar away." He was completely broken. Except his legs. His legs still worked. He'd go with Roxxy, not giving a damn about what happened to him. If Roxxy was well.
"Sawyer, go with them, you can't risk loosing anymore blood." his father said while giving Roxxy the once over. Quickly. "No need for an X-ray. He has three broken ribs on his right side, two on his left. Those might not be broken but check. His lung is punctured, shoulder shattered. Wrist broken. Oh, and you know his blood type right?" he spoke fast, Sawyer was alreadsy lost on what he was saying. He was dizzy and tired and grumpy. He didn't trust these people, and there was no way they were touching him in any way!
"Well, he needs blood. If you can, fit an MRI in there somewhere, check his brain, and spine. Also, make someone look at those eyes of his." Dad barked commands like it was his job. And these people actually listened to him, interesting. But Sawyer would have none of this crap happen to him.
"Dad! I don't trust these people...I will not let them come near me." he snapped, eyes narrowed. Dr. Contaro came over and touched Sawyer's cheek "They won't hurt you Sawyer. I need to treat Roxxy. Please cooperate with them." his father said, there was something in his voice that made Sawyer upset. He didn't know quite was it was. "They're not you.." he said, quietly now. Sawyer loathed all.
"No, they aren't. But, I trust them. If they hurt you then I'll take it an rip their throats out myself." Dad touched foreheads with Sawyer and smiled. Sawyer blinked and nodded.
"Good! Just don't rip anyone's heads off. It won't take long." then the doctor left Sawyer and turned back to the two woman. While Sawyer was led to the OR. He moved half willingly. Wanting so much to be with Roxxy. He looked over his shoulder more than once, trying to get a better hearing range.
He heard his dad speak then his voice was gone, just a muble then he could here clearly again. "If we--------She may never be able to walk again" that's when the panic started.
When the door was closed, he was lited up and then was suddenly on his back. "Alright, we're gonna give you a shot so you----" that all he needed to hear. Shot...Shots mean needles...Then he fainted.
As Sawyer left, Dimonte took a look at Roxxy's thigh and groaned "If we don't get that bullet out soon. It'll get infected and she may never be able to walk again." he mused, seeing where the bullet was. Luckily they had good time. Standing erect, he gently slid Roxxy into his own arms. Being able to carry her weight better than Leelyn. Even though it felt like she weighed next to nothing.
He took off down the hall to the ER where Nathen and Maysa were. Once he entered the room, his sonsat up and Maysa opened her eyes. Nathen's left eye had a nice shiner. His cheeks were dotted with black and blue. He took one look at Roxxy then struggled to get up. "Sweetie, don't move." Maysa whispered. Nathen lay back down as Dimonte carried Roxxy to the other bed and laying her on her side. Able to get to her thigh. He put on his gloves and grabbed the tools he needed.
"Where's Sawyer? He's in pain...He's........scared?" Nathen mumbled. Dimonte didn't even look up and he started to clean around the wound. "He's in surgery. And, you can tell how he feels. Even when you're not with him? Interesting." he mumbled, again, mostly to himself.
"Yeah well he can read my mind..It's very irritating." Nathen grunted. Dimonte couldn't help but chuckle once. "Sawyer can read everyone's mind. And yes, it can be irritating..How he does it, I do not know." he took a small needle and began to pick out the dirt inside the wound. Luckily it was completely painless.
"How bad is he?" he hadn't heard his wife come up and sit beside him. He could feel her warm breath on his neck. His heart started to slow. Stress was wearing him out, be calm. Maysa in the room helped. "He's got a punctured lung, the bullet went right through. That's the worst. Just a few breaks. He should be getting and MRI, check to see if he hurt his head again."
His wife heaved a sigh and leaned her head on his back while he was leaning over Roxxy. He got the bullet out in no time and dropped the small piece of silver into a pan. Then he had to clean the wound again. It could heal on its own now. "Well, that should do it. She may not be able to walk for at least two days. " he lifted his head and smiled. "When she wakes up she'll need plenty of food and water. She's malnurished but it's not life threatening." he touched her cheek and forehead with the back of his hand. "Maysa, keep her warm. I'm going to go work on Sawyer."
But then a doctor and nurse came in with Alex.
If you don't know what the undead looked like, take a good look at the boy laying very still. Alex's chest did not rise or fall. He was breathing through a tube (yippie). His skin was pale while and ice cold. His eyes were closed and he looked peaceful. His lips were a chalky colour, and his hair didn't look as healthy and shiny as it usually was. He could so easily be mistaken as dead. The two rolled him in to find Dr. C. Try to reason with him that trying to save Alex was a terrible idea. And that there was no way he would survive. And Alexander O'Heir was in plain view of his love. Leelyn Holis.
"Dr. Contaro, this is useless. There's nothing we can do to save him!" the nurse said quietly to the tall man sitting beside his wife. Dimonte's eyes showed kindness but impatience. "His heart is still beating, right?" he asked, no emotion in his voice. "Well yeah but---"
"Then we have to try! He was willing to survive a bullet that was near fatal." the doctor now stood and walked over to Alex, letting his tan fingers trace the cold skin on Alex's hand. "Is it even worth it?" the nurse mumbled, knowing about Alex's reputation outside of Shady Lane..
"He's as much as my son as Sawyer or Nathen. I will never give up and just turn it off." he looked over to the blond girl, Leelyn. "I know Alex won't give up that easily, either." with that, they all left, Dimonte and his comrades with Alex the undead.
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Everyting was silent in the endless ocean of thought. They drifted along, not talking. Hand in hand, smiling. Brother and sister were just...there. Every moment he was with her, he forgot more and more about what happened when he moved to shady Lane. The blond beauty never left his mind though, he always struggled to remember her. Who was she? What was her name? Her beautiful smile was always there.
Sometimes it felt that he could reach out and touch her. "They want you to come with me...The people keeping you alive. They want you to come wth me." she broke the silence, he was now used to her new voice. It sounded like a quiet whisper, like a summer breeze. Her voice seemed to echo around him. He knew that he believed in the paranormal. Here he was, all happy with his dead sister.
"That's good. I want to come with you. Be with you. Like I promised. I told you that I'd always be there." he whispered touching her cold arm. "There's one, a man with warm brown eyes. Wanting to keep you alive. There's a woman. She's blond..Her expression scares me." she opened her eyes for the first time in many minutes.
Could it be her? His beautiful blond mystery woman? Could a woman so beautiful actually be real? "Why does it scare you?" he asked softly leaning over her ghostly frame. "I cannot explain." then she closed her eyes again and Alex fell back to her side. Once again in silence, they floated off into nothing...Many questions sparked into his head. Too many to say..Or even remember.
"Are you sure you want to come with me?" she broke the silence yet again. With a smile, the young man shrugged. "I'm actually not sure." he said quietly. And of course, his wise sister knew his true feelings. "Your heart is torn two ways. You want me...and you want her." she seemed too calm.
"Yeah."
No wonder Sawyer loved her. Just by looking at her, he knew that she had such a big heart. How could someone not love her? He opened his mouth to say something then Dimonte's favourite nurse and doctor came in to argue with him. And even better, they had Alex with them. Guilt washed over Nathen like a giant wave. His breath caught in his throat and he just wanted to start bawling again. Begging for forgiveness.
He admired the way his father stood up for Alex, especially when he said that Alex was his son, too. Indeed he was. He remembered Alex telling him that his real father was never really a father to him. And that Dad seemed to fill in that blank. The skeptical pair exchanged glances before finally giving into Dimonte, then they all left. Nathen wanted so much to follow them. Maysa was holding his hand, stroking his palm with her thumb. Her touch was so gentle, loving. Calm. It was so..Different. His mother...His other mother was so different then Maysa. Tough love was her way.
Sawyer said that when Mum meant business, and punished her children. She would make a drill seregant go hide in a corner. Nathen didn't believe that at first. Then Evean, Sawyer, and Alex began to exchange stories about how they were punished when they were kids and teens. And how Sawyer (The one who seemed to get into the most trouble...Shocking, right?) was still grounded for something he did when he was sixteen. Now, Nathen found that amusing! His twin never told him what he did that was so bad but, he quoted Mum quite easily. Something about ho she said that he was grounded until he died.
No wonder Sawyer kept staring death in the face! Laughing, might I add. Still, Mum had to be one of the sweetest women on Earth. When she wanted to be. He snapped out of his train of thought and looked over at Roxxy again.
She was gorgeous, that's for sure. Sawyer kew how to pick the ladies. And he was...BLIND! Lucky bastard. He studied her face, her lips, the shape of her eyes. He remembered that they were a brilliant blue. Too bad she had to belong to Sawyer! Not that he would mind a little competition with his brother. At least it was something to do instead of sitting around all day.
Still, he had seen how protective Sawyer was when it came to the younger woman. And Nathen, well, he felt like living. Sawyer would probably tear Nathen's arm off if he went within three feet of her. He saw what happened to Dad's eye. He didn't want the same thing happen to him. He still felt proud of himself for taking out that one doctor's eye. Now he just had to walk around with an empty socket.
Sawyer would be so proud! He looked to his mum, who was a statue and looked as if she wouldn't move until Dad came walking through the door. Everything was so silent at the moment. He glanced over at Leelyn but didn't say anything. He could only imagine what was going through her head.
He never really lost all feeling. He was numb when they cut into his body to work on his lung. After a few minutes he began to feel pain. So much pain. He squeezed his eyes shut even tighter. He could feel them touch his bones. His insides! It was like something out of a horror film. If he dared open his mouth, he would let out a scream. He couldn't let that happen!
This people were torturing him! He knew this would happen again! He suddenly wanted revenge, he wanted to kill. To show them the pain he was going through. But, the more logic half of his brain told him that these people didn't know that he was feeling so much pain, that they were just trying to help him! Screw logic! He wanted to kill! But, he couldn't move. All he could do was endure it, unless they noticed that he had woken up too early.
The thing about Sawyer, drugs didn't effect him as easily as it did to people who could see. With his sense of touch, he could feel pain even through the most efective of pain killers. His father was he only one who knew this. These three people digging through his insides did not.
If only it could be over sooner! Seems that they were bickering over something. Typical for this hospital. He took a deep breath and that ruined everything. The air rushing through his lungs hurt like hell. A scream caught itself in his throat. Now he knew that he couldn't open his eyes. Couldn't they just stick some sticky gum in he hole and call it a day?
That's all they were doing right? WRONG! They were poking at his bones too. Putting those back together...Have these people ever heard of superglue? Or duct tape? Appearently not. OK, lets try the magical way out.
Bibbity bobbity boo?
Damnit! He raked his brain for any more options. Maybe he should just talk. Or even better...Start screaming bloody murder. That would scare the crap out of them, for sure! Maybe when they stitched him up...He would start singing. Naw, he was too good a singing to do that. Or he'd play dead! He'd get a kick out of that.
All he knew was that he could get back to Roxxy. And if that meant running around with his body cut open then fine. He just wanted out of here. Lost in thought, Sawyer hadn't realised that they were done and rolling him into another room. They stuck something in his arm then he heard and annoying beepig sound. Crap, that thing was gonna drive him nuts.
He must find a way to break it! Fake a heart attack? Naw, that wouldn't work. Maybe he could eat it! Ok, that had to be one of the stupidest ideas he'd ever thought of. With that monster beeping in his ear, he couldn't focus. He tried to listen around him for anything. but all he heard was:
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
It was very annoying. Was that his heart? Well he new he was pissed off now because the beeping grew even more annoying, faster. He couldn't hear much more than that. He didn't know where inm blood hell he was, or if Roxxy was in the same room.
Then his mother came up and touched his arm. And spoke. Of course the beeping ruined it all.
"How do--BEEP--feel?" ok, she said what now? He opened his eyes and blinked. "What?" Oh yeah! He could hear his own voice. "I---BEEP BEEP. How do you feel?" she said again. Blinking, he tried to sit up...Epic fail. He felt something poking into his left arm and he didnt like it but felt that he could ignore it. "I feel ok, just that beeping is going to get on my nerves...Where's Roxxy?" he asked, not caring how he felt.
"Roxxy's in this room. She's still unconsious but, she's fine. Your dad gave her some pain killers so she should be comfortable." she said squeezing his left hand. Suddenly, he felt very tired. Very very tired. Drop dead tired! "That's good, as long as she's safe." he yawned, big and wide. Mum kissed his forehead.
"You must be very tired. Sleep for a while." she cooed, and like it was a demand, Sawyer fell asleep. And he would be like that for a few days. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Aliens!
Word Count ~' Word Count
Muse ~' Awesome!
Music ~' That scary song that won't get out of my head!
Notes ~' I tried to not Americanize this post but...EPIC FAIL! I'll keep trying though.
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Nov 26, 2009 2:38:39 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ she couldn't feel anything. all she had were the thoughts in her head. and they were swimming in this never ending pool called her mind. she was just replaying the last two hours..... she thought she was going to be raped by yet another person and then killed, a finality she had come to terms with at the moment. and then, her savior. or should she say her saviors. her mind swirled around the new and old faces. she loved sawyer. loved with all her heart, but that didn't mean he didn't scare her. and back there, he was completely animalistic. what if he was like that with her when he got mad? the mere thought made her retreat away from him, the idea that he could touch her with hands that turned into claws...
she mentally shook herself. sawyer wouldn't dare touch her that way! and if he did, he would meet the backside of her hand, sure enough. no! she mustn't think like that! but then again, when she thought about it and being frank with herself, she felt the dire need to avoid any contact from any man. even sawyer. she didn't wanna be touched. the realization of that simple fact hit her hard. she didn't like physical contact when it wasn't motivated by herself. and she wouldn't. she always realized that she felt like crying all the time; she was scared. all these events...they had weakened her enormously. and the thing was, she wasn't ready to face reality. that alex was dead. he may have took the bullet for nathen, but it was truly all her fault.
if she hadn't went to shady lane, then she wouldn't have fallen in love. and dimitri would've never come to this innocent little town. and if dimitri never came and she had never fallen in love, then sawyer and alex and nathen would've never had to come and risk their lives. it was all her fault. and she felt that deep in her heart. and as dr. dimonte was pulling out the bullet, her body went numb and silent and her mind continued to spin things out of porportion. leelyn watched from the very beginning, little russia following her mother, the yowls were loud and clear, "what are you doing to her?! save her!" the cougar was surrounded by blood, but yet, she seemed to have almost no reaction. there was a gurney that went by with a blood person, and she eagerly followed, but then, after a quick reconnoitering of the mission, she whirled and followed leelyn who was, in turn, following the father of the contaros who held her sister. going into the hospital room, she watched with fiercely sad eyes as the single bullet came out of her thigh. she listened to dimonte talk, an explanation for the things he was doing.
she finally let the tears slide down her once flawless face, the mascara now running down her cheeks. "i'm sorry roxxy...i'm sorry i couldn't protect you like i should've been able to. i'm sorry that we had to live in the military. and i'm sorry...for everything, sweetie. i wish it was me in your place but yanno, sayin' much don't help." when dimonte had left her, leelyn went to touch roxxy's emotionless, blank face. her features perfectly symmetrical, the goddess looks of a model. but with the scars riding all over her body. she knew roxxy would never want anyone to see them. probably not even sawyer....especially not even sawyer.
that's when she heard someone roll in a gurney. the nurses were loud and leelyn whirled around to tell them to shut the hell up before she lit them on fire, but she totally froze. glassy eyed and motionless, leelyn saw alex's body. she didn't hear or see anyone else at the moment. just his pale, colorless body. "alex...." leelyn's brown eyes grew huge as the tears just streamed down her face. "ALEX!!" she ran from roxxy's bed to alex, a pain so horrifying taking over her motions and expressions. it hit her and it hit her hard. she hadn't heard dimonte's conversation with his staff. she just saw her love, alex, and the facade which clearly told he was dead.
she came to his side and she felt her heart rip open and bleed. she couldn't breathe. she couldn't even hold air nor thought. her vocals made a disbelieving exhalation as her hands went to caress the lifeless face. her warm golden hands held his face and she found herself kissing this seemingly dead man's lips over and over again, her tears falling freely onto his features, cleansing his handsome face in the salty rain. she tried to wipe the wetness away, but all the drops were just replaced by two new ones. so she found herself kissing him all over his face and then landed repeating short kisses to his face. behind her, they had wheeled in sawyer and sawyer was falling asleep.
she stopped with the frantic kisses, because her brain finally deduced that they weren't working. she looked down at him, her face only a short distance from his, her brown eyes abnormally glossy and wide. "alex! i know i didn't say it much, but i didn't think you'd go and die on me! but i'll say it now! i love you, alexander jordyn o'heir! i love you like i've never loved a man!" and sawyer fell asleep behind her. leelyn gave up and just stood to the side of his bed, her back bent so that her head was on his chest. and she didn't make sense of the faintly beating heart, because she thought it was her own. and the silent tears withdrew from her eyes, seeping into the cloth and eventually coming to his white skin.
roxxy came back into consciousness with a stark front of what was going on around her. it was just a few minutes after leelyn had lain her head down on alex's chest and after sawyer had already went to sleep. but roxxy didn't know that. they were both the same. and she was still in a daze; she didn't know who was wearing which clothes! but roxxy sat straight up and looked at nathen, thinking he was sawyer. the love in her blue eyes was unmistakable and it gave her a glow even though she was horribly skinny and weak looking. she didn't say anything, she just picked up the leg that didn't function and then, she hobbled over to nathen and let him have it.
now you have to understand...roxxy was wearing a paper-thin piece of clothing for a dress which was short as it was. and she had absolutely nothing under it. she couldn't as it had either been torn or it got carried off, lost. but roxxy laid herself on top of nathen and she kissed him, all her passion and love and fire communicated into that one kiss. and then another...and then another....and then she did something she would only do with sawyer. she played with her tongue. but then, she pulled away and then looked at him. and her face went bloodless. this twin wasn't sawyer. this twin was nathen.
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Post by Desert on Nov 27, 2009 14:54:26 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's not common, but it happens. It is common in the tempermental Contaro family. Sawyer wasn't thie first, and wouldn't be the last. The insane urge to kill, the time you feel more animal than human. Where your vision is blocked by a red haze, only focusing on your prey. Such anger and adrenaline would keep anyone going for hours. Didn't matter how hurt they were. Just the animal bloodlust. One couldn't be calm until the one they hated the most was slaughtered.
The anger had happened to Sawyer Uncle Jay on his father's side. He got so pissed off that he couldn't help himself. He just exploded in anger. He killed everyone in sight. Including his wife, his two children and best friend. Now he's been living under a rock for the last three decades. The animal within took over his life, and ruined it. That's what a pissed off Contaro could do. Kill without relent. Not care. This wasn't Sawyer's first explosion, when he was fifteen, anger and pain was all he could feel. He got mad and his sister Claire was a little too close. The blond woman was a little too close and she was nearly killed. Sawyer still hadn't forgiven himself, even though Claire, had forgiven him.
Everytime he touched his sister's right arm, he was reminded for what he had done, and how dangerous he was. That had been the first time vanished out of nowhere. He ran off onto the ranch property until he calmed down. Dimonte was once angry like that. He just ran away instantly. The next day, the family found him close to the body of a killed mustang. Slaughtered by human hands. He looked like a monster for sure. The doctor lay in silence for a week before everything was normal. And he gave his word that they would never see him that way again. Now it was Sawyer's turn. He'd promise Roxxy, he'd promise his family. If he ever got that angry again, he would just vanish. Run of into the woods until he was calm. Roxxy would never experiance that again. He didn't want to put her in any danger.
Here he slept, deep in thought. He thought about Roxxy, feeling that she would fear him for a while. Fear any man. He would try to understand, he wouldn't touch her until he knew that he was under control. Even though it'd be hard. He could just not touch her, that's how he saw her. That's how he was able to look.
Would she even want him near her? Would he be able to hold her? Protect her? He wanted to show her that he was calm, that he loved her and would never hurt her. But how? He wouldn't blame her if she never wanted to see him again, but. The anger was all part of his family. Call it a mutated gene if you want. No one has every really been able to explain it. Everyone just knew it happened with the guys, mostly.
That's why he learned to fight the way he did. No human weapons, just nature and the will to survive. Cutting was the major. That's how Dimonte had protected himself back at the barn. If he hadn't, then Sawyer would've killed him...So much regret filled Sawyer's heart that moment. Such pain and agony. Perhaps, he could sleep it off. But the burning in his throat would still be there when he woke up...
He could still feel, and now he felt warm and happy. But, not because of the woman next to him. Her eyes closed in thought as she gazed at the world outside his mind. Tears streamed down her face. He lay with a small smile, his face and lips were oddly warm. It made Layra's skin so much colder. He looked over and saw those tears. Spirits could cry too? Interesting.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked, sitting up looking down at her with tender concern. "She's crying, mourning over you. She wants you back Alex." she said and he instantly knew who she was talking about. The blond girl. She was there, did she love him, too?
Then his sister quoted her: "She said: 'Alex! I know I didn't say it much, but I didn't think you'd go and die on me! But I'll say it now! I love you, Alexander Jordyn O'Heir! I love you like I've never loved a man!'" she shook her head and sighed and he just sat there with his mouth ajar. She actually said that to him?
"I...."
"You can't stay here much longer, Alex. She needs you." she said quietly before sighing "But you're not ready yet. You still need to heal." she looked up into the blackness. "How long do I have...Until I wake up?" he asked, curious now. He wanted to meet this beauty. He wanted to hold her and love her. Yet, he still didn't know her name.
"At least a month. Your heart still beats but you still cannot breathe on your own. You must wait."
He walked back into the large room, looking half dead. He was so tired it wasn't funny. His beautiful wife lifted her head and looked at him with such worry. He smiled at her and mouthed "I'm alright." she didn't buy it. He walked over to Sawyer, he was asleep as expected. His heart rate was back to normal. Vital signs were good. He seemed calm. But when he woke up, he'd be restained until they all knew for sure.
He wouldn't be allowed to go anywhere near anyone until was under control. Maybe a few days sleep would do him some good but, he was so angry that you never know. He'd probably be pissed when he got the news that he'd be stuck in a hospital for a while. Nathen was just laying there with his eyes open. Breathing normaly.
Maysa, silent as ever, came up beside him and wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head on his arm. "You look tired, hon. When was the last time you slept?" she asked, her voice soothing and quiet. Ok, now the doctor had to think about this for a while. He pursed his lips and frowned. "Huh. I'm not completely sure."
She raised an eyebrow and held him closer "You need to sleep Dimonte. And don't you dare tell me that your fine! Go take a nap." she said looking into his dark brown eyes. The wife knows all...He groaned a moved slowly to a chair. He sat down and was out like a light withing two minutes. First time sleeping in how long? Five days? Yeah, something like that
Her poor Dimonte. Working too hard, he needed a good night's rest. She looked out the large room before seeing Leelyn leaning over Alex, crying. Her heart sank then, of how hard it must be to loose love. Luckily Alex was lost for good. Leelyn didn't seem to know that. She came up beside her and knelt down, with a sigh.
"He took a bullet to the side for Nathen. Using his own body as a shield. He should've died. But Leelyn, he's still alive!" she couldn't help but tear up then, gently touching Leelyn's shoulder. "Alex wouldn't be stupid enough to die from a single bullet. It would take many more than that." she half smiled reaching out to stroke her adopted son's cheek. His skin was so cold. Lifeless. There she stayed, the room was silent. The only sound was her husban's soft snoring, and her sons' breathing.
He just lay there, staring into space, trying to focus on Sawyer's feelings. Now that his brother was closer, it was easier to feel him. Nathen felt regret and pain. Agonizing pain. Why was Sawyer hurting so bad. Nathen wanted the pain to go away. But the twin bond was so strong that it just wouldn't. He looked over at Roxxy for maybe the millionth time and found her looking at him.
Her blue eyes stared right into him and he couldn't help but smile kindly. Then she was coming towards him! This had to be a dream when he saw the love in her eyes. It was just there! His heart skipped many beats then as the beat accelerated to a zillion miles an hour.
He was completely frozen when her body slid onto his. She felt so unhealthy! Oh god, he wanted to help her so much then. A burning fire erupted inside of him, making his skin warm, his heart beating quickly now. He gazed into her eyes, which were closer now. Mesmerized by what he saw, he couldn't move. Couldn't think. Then, all he could feel were her lips against his. So much passion and love. His eyes were wide and unseeing. All he could see was her all he could feel was her.
His mood then became lust. He found that he loved this, that he wanted her. Hold her and kiss her, still he didn't move. Then she kissed him again and again. He need for her and her only grew to new heights. Her scent washed over him. Her touch. Then he felt her tongue. Finally he was about to break and have his own fun but, she pulled back. Looking at him, her colour left her face quickly. While Nathen's tan cheeks were a bright red, his lips fuller with anticipation. His eyes were wide and cat-like as he stared back with an expression of shock.
He just stared into her eyes and she stared into his. And that was the moment that Nathen Wolff Contaro fell in love with Roxxy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Yes, anyone you want
Word Count ~' Word Count
Muse ~' Awesome!
Music ~' It's called the Nom nom song....It's catchy, and kinda creepy.
Notes ~' Let the competition begin. Twins fighting over Roxxy WHOO HOO!
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Nov 27, 2009 17:00:19 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ roxxy felt something erupt in her chest. all of a sudden, she felt warm and clumsy and naive, and just the 18 year old girl, not the 18 year old woman, she was. her breathing came fast, like she'd just run a marathon and her heart was pumping the new found adrenaline into her veins. she was still straddled on top of him, her left leg hanging limply off the bed, the other bent so that she was laying on her calf, knee touching the sheets. she stared at him and when something clicked in his eyes, her hand instinctively trailed up his stomach...
leelyn looked up at maysa to hear her soft spoke words. she heard them, but she was also thinking just how much maysa reminded her of her father. her father, though she looked nothing like him, gave her his eyes. her dad, roxxy's dad, rhys's dad, the twins' dad, and her youngest brother's dad was cherokee/latino, more latino. and seeing maysa up so close again reminded her of victor, her late father. and she missed vivian, her step-mom, but roxxy's mom. so, maysa reminded her of two people. and in her current emotional condition, she missed her parents and her lover. she looked at maysa and hugged her hard, wrapping shaking arms around the taller woman's neck.
"maysa! i can't live without him! i can't! i love him so much and do you know how much that means?" she squeezed the mother and then withdrew to look at her precious alex. she held his hand, her fingers tracing the scars and cracks in his hands. then, she kissed his hand. "wake up, alex. for your leelyn, please wake up." she pulled up his hand and put her cheek into it, her brown eyes so sad....
...and her body laid flat against his again, the wild, sweet smell of her intoxicating him. her hands stroked his chest, her naked thighs surrounding his. she hated this, and a part of her was screaming that this wasn't sawyer. this was NOT sawyer and that she should back away. but it was like a person watching a horror movie; they tell themselves to look away, but yet they are locked into that same activity. her core muscles dragged her pelvis across his tantalizingly as she made her way closer to his face and his eyes. her own blue eyes were this light, exotically bright blue now and she never discontinued eye contact as the long, long dark hair shrouded around them in a current of what appeared to be midnight. her lips went down to ear and to secure herself from falling over, she squeezed her thighs together, well, as best as she could. she had a hand on his chest and the other on the bed beside him.
the rose pink lips moved and the soft whisper was said, "you're not sawyer. why didn't you stop me? nathen..." when she said it, it was breathy, like she was making love to him with her voice.....
leelyn looked at his face, which she still thought was the most handsome one in the world even though it was chalk white. she touched his face and her vocals were so soft that not even a person on the other side of the room could hear what she was singing. but she was singing so softly and her voice had a beauty all its own.
Baby, why'd you leave me? Why'd you have to go?
I was countin' on forever, now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm lookin' from a distance, standin' in the background
Everybody's sayin?, he's not comin' home now
This can't be happenin' to me, this is just a dream
Ooh, baby, why'd you leave me? Why'd you have to go?
I was countin' on forever, now I'll never know
Oh, I'll never know
It's like I'm lookin' from a distance, standin' in the background
Everybody's sayin', he's not comin' home now
This can't be happenin' to me, this is just a dream
Oh, this is just a dream
It's just a dream...
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Post by Desert on Nov 27, 2009 18:38:37 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He may have been asleep, but he wasn't clueless on what was happening with his twin brother. Sawyer, laying dormant now, could hear his brother's heart beat faster and faster. He could hear his breathing become slower and rougher. Like when a man was ready for love. NO!
His intellegant mind did the math very quickly. He could hear her. Eagerness in her breathing. What was she doing!? NATHEN STOP! he cried through thought. Such pain swelling in his chest as he listened. He wanted to scream now, but he was lost in his mind.
Please stop! STOP PLEASE! he wailed knowing that Nathen would fell uneasy.
Heat radiated off his body as he allowed her to touch him. He could feel what she was thinking in her touch. But his mind was screaming to stop. Across the room, Sawyer's heart began to beat faster. Like he was watching all of this unfold. Dad's eyes snapped open and he went to Sawyer. Trying to find out what's wrong. He checked everything.
Nathen felt helpless, he could feel so much pain coming off of Sawyer. He looked back up at Roxxy with pleading eyes. He wanted her to stop! He wanted to stop her so much! BUT HE COULDN'T. He couldn't find himself to stop her. He wasn't Sawyer! And Sawyer was screaming mentally. He could feel it! Everything was so confusing! Roxxy would be able to feel how eager his body was.
He couldn't help but have a quiet moan escape his throat.
His heart was beating so fast now, close to bursting. He was in so much pain. His Roxxy was getting too close to Nathen, and Sawyer could feel Nathen's lust and read his mind. He wasn't going to stop. Sawyer wanted to wake up now. Wake up and get his grilfriend back! Why was she doing this to him!? How could she!?
Nathen was so dead! But he could also feel his brother's need to stop this, too. He knew this. But his twin's body wasn't agreeing with him. He didn't know how to stop! Not many men would have the control to do so. Especially with a girl like Roxxy. Dimonte was trying so desperatly to slow his heart but it seemed inpossible
He didn't have the self control to stop, he felt warm. Now he lifted his hands to stroke her cheeks out of impulse. Sawyer mental wailing didn't stop. He could hear him in the back of his mind. He could help Sawyer's suffering. He moaned again when Roxxy's thighs tightened. Feeling everything! Her hair surrounded both of them, shielding them away from Sawyer. But he could still hear him!
Then she whispered in his ear and he couldn't help the wave of heat that ran down his spine. "I don't know, Roxxy. But you must stop! Please. He knows what's happening. I can hear him, as strange as that is! He's hurting, he feels abandoned."
There was a whine from across the room, like the sound a kid make when they're having a very bad nightmare. His hand went around her waist and he pulled them both into a sitting position. His hands were in hers. He stared into her eyes, his need for her showing through. After a moment, he broke the gaze and looked over at Sawyer who was trembling. His eyes squinted shut and heart beating fast.
"Nathen, I've had my theories about twin telepathy. What's he thinking?" Dad said, after not figuring out what was wrong with his son. Nathen closed his eyes for a moment and sighed "He's suffering." he whispered before holding Roxxy closer. He'd just have to edure it, because Nathen wouldn't let go until he got what he wanted. Unless of course, Sawyer woke up.
Nathen was hurting him! Roxxy was hurting him. The two people he loved the most were putting him through torture and he just wanted it to stop! He could feel his body shaking.Why was this happening to him? Roxxy wasn't with him but Nathen. She was with Nathen! He knew that his twin would probably be a better match for Roxxy. Why was he so angry? No, not angry. Jealous! He wanted to be held, loved. He was still suffering from lovesickness. Even though his love was here, but touching another man. HIS TWIN BROTHER!
The drugs that he was givin didn't matter now. He didn't want to sleep! His heart still beating fast. Adrenaline pumped through his body. And dark borw eyes opened. His father gasped and mumbled "How?" Sawyer was indeed a medical mystery but, he too had strong feelings. He painfully managed a sitting postition. He looked over to his brother and his love.
Then he heard a groan from Sawyer. All his attention was on Roxxy, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sawyer sitting up. Looking at them. He looked away from Roxxy and stared at Sawyer, his heart instantly fell to the floor.
What he saw was a man with a look so agonizing it wasn't fair. Like he was on fire, his eyes were big and wide, so much pain filling their watery depths. Tears streaming down the chalky face that had a olive tint to it, looking as if he was going to puke. "Why?" he asked, his voice just as bad as his face, a silent croak.
Nathen now mirrored his brother. He couldn't touch Roxxy anymore. No matter how much he wanted to. His hands slid away, crossing themselves tightly over his chest. "Sawyer I'm---"
"I'm not talking to you, Nathen. Roxxy. Why?" Sawyer asked quietly, showing no anger, just pain. Nathen turned to face her then back at Sawyer. "It's not her fault! It's mine." he said, trying not to make his voice shake.
"I understand that, Nathen. But I want to hear her speak." Sawyer didn't even look away from Roxxy when he spoke.
Anyone would be able to see it in his eyes, even though those annoying tears kept flowing. He felt cheated on now. And he wanted to know why. He wanted to be near her but, he was afraid that he'd hurt her. So he didn't mov away. He just looked at her. His dark brown eyes were so clouded that they looked grey.
She held the young blond like she would hold any of her children. "I know, sweetheart." she whispered calmly before moving away to see what was going on with Sawyer.
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Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Forgot
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Nov 27, 2009 23:22:13 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ roxxy could feel his body respond. his eyes and his voice might've been saying something different, but his body...oh his body was most definitely responding. she heard his moans, the flustery tones floating in the air. there was so much in her mind! the lust, the indescribable lust she felt for this man she had literally just met. but the lust wasn't just lust. it had meaning, feelings, behind it. she could consciously explain it, only guess. perhaps it was the way he looked at her and the way he held her, just like the way sawyer held her. perhaps it was the way he looked, just like sawyer. perhaps it was the personality she knew he contained within himself. whatever it was, she found herself in love with nathen. and just as in love with nathen as much as she was with sawyer. and that was hard to admit to herself.
and then he told her to stop. she immediately backed off, trying to pick herself up. he can hear him. the single thought sung through her mind like a deafening echo. then, the scream of pain. I HURT HIM!! I HURT MY SAWYER!! and before she remotely felt herself being sat up, she heard his defenseless whimper. and she took it like a slap in the face, her torso and head reeling back. the shock on her own face. she turned her head to meet nathen; he was holding her hands and looking in his eyes, the want for her there. she immediately broke his gaze and looked at sawyer who was breathing heavily and his eyes were shut tight. she heard dimonte speak and she took in a loud gasp at nathen's words. "he's suffering!" she let loose a wail. she couldn't help it! she was trapped! damn the two of them! for being twins!
she wouldn't look at nathen as he held her closer. sawyer was getting stronger with his restlessness. her blue eyes were like facets of glass, shining, bright, gleaming. she had silent tears streaming down her face. she didn't want this to happen. she didn't. but she could've stopped it. she should've had more self control. and then he sat up, despite all that pain medication. she looked at him and gave a small whimper. she was hurting too. she didn't want to harm nathen's feelings, nor did she want to hurt sawyer's. and then his brown eyes. they burned her before everyone; they crucified her. she wanted to scream, and she wanted to run away. but she was handicapped. she could only drag her leg and not even very far. the distance between her bed and nathen's bed had been at most 6 feet. she could do that.
but she could run now, couldn't escape the burning, peircing, agonizing gaze. she looked at her left leg, and picked it up, bending the knee, feeling her quads screech in pain, making tears of physical hurt come out in a sob. but she backed away from nathen, sliding her bottom down his legs so that she could made her small legs fit through the space between herself and him. and she let go of her leg, her legs were hanging on the side of the bed, body facing sawyer, and nathen sitting perpendicular to her on the bed behind her. there were falling tears, her voice was so soft. "i love you sawyer. you fight for me and this is what i do to you. i hurt you! but i can't help it! i'm in love with nathen too and i can't lie to you about it. I DON'T WANT IT!!! but it's there!"
she was looking at sawyer with so much self-hate in her bright blue eyes. "so tell me you hate me! tell me you hate me, so that i can't hurt you anymore. i've hurt you so much and you don't deserve it! you don't deserve someone like me! do it sawyer! TELL ME YOU HATE ME!" blame on herself, the angry tears fell, her fists clenched at self-pinioned anger. she hated herself because she was hurting the man who had fought for her, waited all this time on her, was endlessly faithful to her. and here she was, kissing and rubbing herself on his twin brother. what kind of sick love was that? what kind of sick person was she. not only that, but she was in physical pain, sharp physical pain. she was sitting on the back of her thigh, where the bullet had went in and severed several bands of muscle.
roxxy pushed herself off the bed and landed on the floor, her right leg doing fine, but her left leg collapsing. she stumbled and fell forwards onto her stomach. getting up shakily, her motions were like that of an old woman, shaking and unstable before your very eyes. but when she was up, she made her way to sawyer. she was beside him at his bed when she cupped his hands in her face and looked him in the eyes, her big blue eyes wet, the dark lashes making little triangles from the touch of liquid. "tell me you hate me so i can't hurt you anymore." it was a quiet sob. the selfish hatred and pain and anguish palpable in her tones.
leelyn was so caught up in her silent moments with alex that she didn't even hear roxxy...she was deaf to the world. "alex...come back to your leelyn 0'heir. at least let me know you hear me..."
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Post by Desert on Nov 28, 2009 0:49:57 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The twins stared at eachother, hurt expressions on both their faces. They looked as if they were having a conversation. Neither boy moved. Nor did their parents who stood paralized behind them, he could hear their breathing. Their hearts. They were concerned, mostly Dad. Mum was thinking something like that this was much better than reality TV. The kind of thoughts you get from Maysa Contaro.
So, here they were. In their happy little love triangle! Twin boys in love with the same woman. And Sawyer wasn't eager to share. And Nathen was ready to fight for her. He could hear his mental pleas almost aswell as he could whn they were speaking to eachother.
I'm so sorry! But I love her, too.
Sawyer's agonizing gaze became even more filled with pain. His brother was willing to fight him for Roxxy. Then his love spoke. The twins' broke away and ended their mental conversation. He looked over at Roxxy. So, she still loved him but, she loved Nathen, too. But she didn't want it. Was that normal? Really, all he wanted to hear was that she loved him. All the signs of anger were gone. She could love Nathen. But not make love to him. That was his only wish. And his eyes said that. She could love him until the twins faught it out, or she chose which one she wanted to be with.
He just stared at her, his old habit of not blinking returning. He hadn't blinked once in five minutes. It was rather uncomfortable but tolerable. His breath literally caught in his throat when she requested him to tell her that he hated her! WHAT THE HELL? He couldn't, he loved her with all his heart. He loved her with everything he had. And he wuld give up anything if it meant being with her. Now matter how bad the pain was, he would always love her!
Completely speechless, his mouth hung open and so did Nathen's, Dimonte's and Maysa's. Sawyer looked worse, like he was slowly going into shock. He didn't hear hercome to him. The few members of the Contaro family that were in the room were just statues. None of them moved a milimetre!
Then he could feel he skin, and her voice as so much closer now. She wanted so much for him to tell her that he hated her. Even though he knew that she hated herself now. That wouldn't work with him! Ever. He took his hands away from her face and wound them around her waist. Moving their bodies closer together. His lips trail her jaw. Then he kissed her mouth. Passion, love, and forgiveness in that one kiss. "No, love. I don't hate you. I never will. I love you more than anything in this world, and I do deserve to be with someone like you. I've earned your love and it's not going to end now. Roxxy, you are most definantly the most important person in my life. I'm nothing without you and I want to be at your side forever. And I certainly don't want you to hate yourself." he whispered softly into her ear all the while stroking her long dark hair. Holding her close.
He wiped away her tears and offered a loving smile. He wasn't hurting anymore. Now that she was here. But he felt Nathen's pain like a wreaking ball. His twin brother then retreated to his pillow. Not mking eye contact with anyone. Making sure no one but Sawyer knew of his own pain. They both wanted to be comforted by Roxxy. But Nathen also understood that Sawyer needed her more.
Then she started laughing and crying at once. The young man, who had not spoken for so long turned his head, curiousity sparked in his eyes. "Has she said anything?" he asked, his voice filling the darkness.
"Yes." she sobbed taking his hand, she said something! What could it possibly be. "She added our last name to her name. Has a nice ring to it. She wants to know that you can hear her."
"What's her name!? Please tell me!" he begged lounging over her. Her young features that hadn't changed for two years changed from sad to happy within a milisecond. "Leelyn...Leelyn Holis. She just now called herself Leelyn O'Heir." she said and his breath caught. It did have a nice ring to it. Leelyn. His Leelyn, his love. He had to show her that he knew. Well, he was getting all the info from his dead sister...
"Try to move your body, even the smallest bit."
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His body was very still. His heart sounded a little stronger now, still. His chest did not move. Nor did anything else. His senses barely worked. There was a ghostly feeling in his aura. As if his sister was holding his lifeless body, instead of just his mind. She could've been naked to the human eye. Maybe the air had the thinest scent of honeysuckle.
Then, the smallest movment came. Yet it seemed like it could be doing a backflip against the stillness. His lips pulled back every so slightly into a smile. Just a kind, gentle smile. The message was there. It was Alex's way of saying: "I'm here." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Nov 28, 2009 17:07:52 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ leelyn's tears fled from her eyes in a describable pattern: slow, but steady. she was about to turn away from him when she saw the corners twitch ever so slightly into a smile. leelyn answered her with her own bright smile, a smile so light it could've lit up the room. she held his hand. "i love you, alex." he heard her and she knew that now! alex was alive. and alex could hear her.
it was tearing her open, splitting herself apart. she was in love with sawyer and she'd been through so much with him. she didn't want to harm him. then there was nathen who she was in love with and she love him because she knew what lurked within his personality. he was just like sawyer. sawyer was endlessly loyal and god, was he a good lover. and roxxy knew all that same protectiveness and love was in nathen now. she just knew him! like she knew sawyer! and the way she wanted to love them...she was tearing herself apart. she wished that sawyer would quit being so loving, because maybe then he'd say it. or maybe nathen would!
but sawyer just held her close and whispered in her ear how much he loved her. the silent tears ran down her face in a slow river. she didn't deserve him or nathen. she melted in his arms, a sigh coming from her mouth as she put her face in the corner where his throat met his head. "i'm so wrong for you sawyer..." she breathed in his scent. he had wiped her tears away, just like he always did when she was sad and crying. she closed her eyes and then opened them, her bright blue eyes the most brilliant of shades. she kissed his throat and then his chin. "but i guess i'm just too damn selfish to run away from you." it was the god given truth. she held him tight, her leg relaxing, dropping so to speak, the right leg taking all her weight.
she thought to herself, the remenesce of flashes passing by her mind. ever wandered why she wanted sawyer to say he hated her and why she could never just do it herself? it was because she didn't have the strength nor the heart to do it. plus, if she did it, she would just hurt him, hurt them even more. she'd much rather she'd have the heartbreak than them. she couldn't live with it. speaking of which, she didn't want to cause more damage, mental or phsyical. and as it was, she could feel nathen's hurt. she backed away from sawyer, gently gripping her thigh. "go to sleep! you've been through a lot." she cut herself off from saying more as she kissed him lightly on the lips and made her way around nathen's bed to look at him.
she did the same for nathen. she gently took his head in her hands and looked at him in the eyes, for once seeing clear brown eyes, eyes that could see her. they took her breath away. and that was easy to see as she quickly inhaled to cover it up. "you go to sleep too, mr. nathen." she gave him a kiss on his lips and then pulled away, feeling hurt. it was all her fault. but she couldn't leave at the moment. the thigh was killing her. she turned away to see wide, deep blue eyes peering at her from under her bed. she smiled as russia, who suddenly emitted a very feral sounding yowl, aching for attention. roxxy picked up her, put her on the bed and then climbing in, her face going bone white with the pain of having to move her leg.
during the sleep, she had many nightmares. at times, she would sob, cry. and then at others, she would have shakes and let out heart-wrenching screams of fright. she cried out for black multiple times during the night. and she screamed out sawyer's and nathen's night during her sleep. russia, poor russia, didn't get much sleep. she was trying her best to help her mother calm. leelyn had left a little after he smiled at her. she left him with a kiss to the lips and then when roxxy fell asleep, she hugged her, getting scratched in the process, and kissed her on the forehead and left.
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Post by Desert on Nov 28, 2009 18:35:46 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What did he have to do to make her realize that this wasn't her fault? She was overreacting in his opinion. Nathen's, too. He just held her, trying so hard to comfort her. What could he do? Nathen may have been hiding the best he could. But he was thinking the same thing.
What she said next tore his heart out. He didn't breathe for the longest moment. "Roxxy...No. You're everything I could ever want!" he whined, his eyes filing with pain again. He loved her so much it hurt, and this heartbreak was hurting more! "You're not selfish." he said quietly, pleading. He gently ran his hands down her back, feeling her spine, her skin seemed paper-thin. It wasn't fair!
He wanted so much to love her, comfort her. He didn't hear what she said last, only that she kissed him then left. He collapsed, so tired and in so much pain. His shoulder was screaming, his wrist, too. He faced his love, hearing her speak to Nathen.
His parents were long gone. They left, not wanting to interfere. The room was silent for a while. The twins stared at eachother and Roxxy. They had to do something to stop her hurt. Sawyer felt lost as he searched his brother's mind. He felt as if Nathen was trying to hide something.
Then, their love fell asleep and began to have nightmares. It was too much. The boys' were frozen, unsure. Leelyn left soon after. Leaving the love triangle alone. Soon the pain meds in Sawyer's body took over and he was out...\
He waited until Sawyer was asleep before he made his move. He knew wat he had to do. When she kissed him, he couldn't help but feel guilty, getting in the way in Roxxy and Sawyer's relationship. He loved Roxxy so much, he couldn't explain it. But, she belonged with Sawyer! He had to get away.
Feeling better, he stood up, streatching. His back popping. The time was around two in the morning. He crept to Roxxy's bed and lay down beside her. I was a mment when she was calm. Instead of screaming. He kissed the back of her neck a few times. Then he leaned over and whispered into her ear.
"I love you, Roxxy. But you belong with Sawyer. I'm getting in the way. That's why I must leave. But, I'll be back. And I'll be like a brother to you. Nothing more. When I get back, you and Sawyer better be happy together. When I get back. I want to see you smile." his sighed and kissed her cheek, "Get well, love." then he rolled away, back on his feet. He grabbed a random set of keys off the counter and looked down at Sawyer. "Make her happy, brother. Call me when she is." he whispered before bolting out the door, down the hall and into the cold Kentucky air
The moon hid behind clouds, as he walked toward the black car. He grabbed the keys to...Sawyer's Guard? A car he was forbidden to drive? He hit unlock and got into the car. He knew that the Mercedes Guardian was missle proof, so he wouldn't care if he drove at full speed. He was behind the wheel of some, 500 horsepower. He tok a breath and turned the key.
The car roared to life before going into a soft purr. This car would've made Nathen drool any other day! But now, he had something to do. He called up the hidden craxy driving instinct and hit the gas. He shoud try to keep it under 200. NOT!
He was out of Kentucky within an hour and heading to the place he was raised. Far away to the state of Montana. There he would stay with his parents...But just for a little bit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Don't care honestly
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Nov 29, 2009 17:15:50 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ she never really felt him, but in the morning she woke up to find that her second love was gone. worried, she got up and immediately felt her leg pull...but it was a good kind of pull. putting more weight on her leg than before her sleep, she walked slowly to nathen's bed. it was cold. he had been gone for a while now. a single tear drop fell from her eye and landed on his pillow. "i love you too, nathen." she knew what he'd done. he'd left because she truly belonged to sawyer and only sawyer. but she couldn't fight or force away the ache that clung to her heart, her chest. and then she looked at the next bed and all her ache went away.
walking so slowly, but having a noticable limp, she made her way to sawyer. she could hear the quiet padding of small paws on the tiled hospital floor. russia had just jumped off the bed. roxanna holis looked down upon the handsome face of her boyfriend and smiled softly. she was undoubtably in love with him. that was for certain. here, in his sleep, he looked peaceful and serene. like he wasn't dealing with a heartless girlfriend, like he wasn't trying to heal, like he hadn't just lost his friend, like he hadn't just lost a brother, no matter how temporary the loss. she sighed and turned away from him, because she looked up to see leelyn standing in front of her, always fashionable and flawless.
the shorter blonde looked at her sister. it was hard to see her there. to see her little sister to forlorn and skinny. roxxy had always been slim, but her current appearance scared her. her arms were too small, her legs were too small, her waist was definitely too small, and her features were gaunt. in that soft, country-drawled voice of hers, she whispered, "roxxy...grab your cub and let's go. i have you discharged from the hospital. we'll get you fed, and clean, and then some clothes." leelyn gave sawyer a kiss on the forehead. he was just like her brothers. she smiled and then looked at roxxy. "i'll be waiting outside. i have corbin's hummer." with a wicked smile, she turned and waltzed out.
hearing her sister's words, roxxy's eyes went wide. CORBIN WAS HERE?? that meant that clayton was too! she smiled brightly at the prospect. she hadn't seen her oldest siblings several years. she looked down at sawyer and then said in her light voice, "i'll come back...but i have to take care of myself." and for once, she noticed how hungry she was. she hadn't eaten in almost nine days. she looked down at russia. she looked like she was in a bad temper. probably hungry too. sighing, roxxy bent over and gave sawyer a long kiss on the lips. when she pulled away, she picked up the cougar cub and went out the door smiling. sawyer was gonna be pissed when he found out nathen took his car.
piling into the big, black hummer, the two women headed towards home. stroking russia's tensed little body, roxxy said quietly, "i don't wanna see everyone at the moment." leelyn sighed and then loosened her grip on the steering wheel. "i know. that's why i had corbin and clayton take them out of town. they went to aunt analise's....you know ricky's with her." at the mention of her little brother's name, her blue eyes softened. "that's cool...i've not seen aunt lise in a while." then, she looked at leelyn. "so what all are we going to do." at her younger's question, leelyn just sneered. "it's be a while since you've eaten, bathed, and....had a wax."
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after 5 hours of intense "therapy", roxxy walked out of her room looking stunning. like oh-my-gosh-you-can't-breathe-stunning. her face was done flawless, her blue eyes looking even more intensely azure with the deep black liner around her lids. her lashes were thick and fuller and she already looked healthier from eating and drinking and just not having to watch out for herself all the time. letting her air froth around her shoulders and down her back, she made her way down the spiral staircase to her sister. "i wanna go see sawyer. it's been way too long without him." leelyn looked up from her pictures of alex to see her sister. and she instantly felt the breath leave her. roxanna was such a beautiful woman. she took so much after her father in her dark, sultry looks. the only think she seemed to have gained from her mother would be the impossibly blue eyes.
"roxxy, baby, you're so beautiful. you look just like daddy...with momma's eyes." roxxy's already blushed cheeks took on a deep color. "thanks...you look like just like momma." this made them smile in memory of their late parents. "alright, sweetie, let's go." getting up, they got in the car, russia, sleeping soundly on roxxy's bed. it didn't take them long, but as the sisters stepped out of the hummer, roxxy got double takes, triple takes, and there was open appreciation in just about every male face. she walked with a sway in her hips and a smile on her lips and her head held high. it didn't take long for her to make it to sawyer's room.
and when she entered the room, she took in a deep breath, inhaling her own signature rose scent. she loved him. she loved him so much it scared her sometimes. her silver stilettos clicked against the tile as she walked her way to him, the wound in her thigh long forgotten. she was used to pain by now. and it no longer bothered her when she was with sawyer. she came to sit down on his bed, her arms finding his body to hold him close. "missed you." in the corset top, which binded her waist and highlighted her chest, showed off just how incredibly tiny her waist was. it couldn't be anymore than 17 inches. tiny. and that only happened because she hadn't eaten and he knew that.
leelyn left the hummer, but went on a different search. she was hunting alex down. she asked one of the doctors, who all seemed to be incredibly busy. when he was elusive, she sighed and snapped, "where's dimonte?"
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Post by Desert on Nov 29, 2009 19:37:03 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As he sped through Illinois, he could feel his connection with Sawyer fade. Like loosing signal with a cell phone. He could no longer feel Sawyer's feelings, he could no longer hear his thughts. They were too far apart. His mind felt empty, all the little voices were gone. Now, as his hit the gas once more. The connected twins were now individuals.
It's like someone was talking to him. Telling him to call Nathen when Roxxy was happy. That he would do. Then, he felt those thoughts get further and further away until they vanished completely. The rst of the night was peaceful. When morning came, he was still sleeping like the dead. He did not dream. He did not think. He could still feel, though. He felt movement then a kiss on his forehead, and a kiss on his lips. Then nothing.
Doctors ran in and out all day and none off them felt like they were in danger as they checked his eyes. He even slept through a two hour MRI! It was around two in the afternoon when he woke up for the first time. Only to be staring into the eys of Burness Black. Dad's cat, and the hospital's cat. She mewed and rubbed her face on Sawyer's cheek. The young man found peace in all animals.
He stroked her sleek black fur for a few minutes before crashing again. The cat seemed to get bored soon after. Jumping off the bed, she trotted and dissapeared in the hallway.
He woke up at around noon. Feeling a warm body curled into his, he didn't feel like getting up. Besides, Maysa had him in a death grip! Her head lay on his chest, her arms wound tightly around his torso,and her legs around his waist. He groaned and stuggled to get free from his wife. Once their limbs were untangled, he got to his feet. Maysa slept like a rock. She simply grabbed his pillow ad held that.
He chuckled, letting his ring slide down his finger. He went to his closet to find a shirt. The search didn't take long. He grabbed whatever and put it on. Leaving the room, he heard his wife groan in her sleep. Whatever she was dreamin about. He didn't want to know.
The Contaro parents' room was right next to Alex's so, he found himself walking into the smallest bedroom. Which was still pretty large compared to bedrooms in regular two story homes. This was really his first time in here. On the north wall was a small flat screen, facing the queen size bed where Alex's guitar rested. Near the window, facing the Contaro property. Leaving a beautiful veiw of the multi colourd trees. The hills in the far off distance. Alex's keyboard was close by, covered in different pieces of music.
There, on his nightstand was Alex's journal. A smooth black leather book. In that book was all his thoughts before he went under. He grabbed the book and the small necklace, tucking them under his arm. He also grabbed Alex's laptop. Before heading out of the room. Closing the door behind him. The girls were all sitting on the couch, quiet. After hearing what happened to their brothers. Andre was texting someone.
Being a man, Andre seemed to understand that they were all still alive and that's what matters. "Bye, kids. Tell your mum where I am." he called, not waiting for a response. He left and hopped into his ferrari and sped off.
It was around two when he pulled into the parking lot. And yes, Dimonte was the only doctor with a nice car! He had the laptop under his arm, his journal in the other hand. He scurried down the hallway, almost tripping over people and he headed for Alex's room.
When he was halfway there, he saw Leelyn and one of his employees. Guessing she was going the same place he was, he came up beside her, just to hear her quesion. "Well, looks like I got here in time. We had to move him to a new room. He started to have breathing problems during the night." he sighed and shook his head, nodding to the other doctor, teelling him that he could leave and continue working.
He nodded to Leelyn, and led the way to life support where they had Alex. Once in the room, he couldn;'t help but heave a sigh. There was Alex, his adopted son laying there on life support. Breating through a tube. His heart rate was slow, but steady. He set down the leather book on the table near by. He looked at Leelyn before sitting down. Opening Alex's laptop, knowing it had his parents' email.
Finding the address, he bgan to type. Quickly. Dimonte never lied. But, he had a reason to, now. He owed Alex something terrible. It was time for him to ell the world that Alexander O'Heir was dead...for good. He would be Shady Lane's little secret. Snorting at the thought, his fingers continued to fly across the keys.
The figure leaned over him before taking him into tight arms. Then she spoke, his eyes opened. They didn't seem so tired or hurt anymore. They were bright and alert. Foggy orbs darting this way and that, even though he couldn't see. His left hand lifted easily to touch this angel that held him. His right arm was slow and stiff. Didn't move quite as well. Now, he could feel her.
"Missed you, too. Even though I didn't know that you left." he grinned, glad to hear her happy tones. While he was in lala land. She must've had a good day.He now held her with both arms. Smiling, his nose was close by and a shiver went down his spine. She smelled so good! She felt so sexy! Except that she was thinner than normal. So...Roxxy! He couldn't explain how much he missed her!
"Roxxy...Do you even know how beautiful you look?" he asked with a grin as his hands traveled around her body out of habit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Bleh
Word Count ~' Word Count
Muse ~' GREAT!
Music ~' Beautiful, Dirty, Rich---Lady Gaga
Notes ~' Didn't let all my muse out!
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Nov 29, 2009 20:52:48 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ with a solid smile, leelyn breathed a sigh of relief towards dimonte. and without hesitation, she followed him. "well...gosh, i hope he's okay now." what a vague, plain statement. she prayed and would sacrifice her soul to make sure he was better. when she entered the room, she had to keep herself from screaming. instead, she curled up beside him, her petite form not taking even a 1/4 of the bed.roxxy heard his reply and a white smile played across her pink glossed lips. "well, baby...you were sleepin'! she kissed him on the forehead, her lips leaving a perfect kiss print on his face. she giggled, but left it there. it was a public claim so to speak. then, she laid her head on his and just listened to him breathe and his hands roaming her body was a total turn on. she bit her lip and then shut her eyes tight, willing away the hormones. she chuckled aloud to herself. hearing his query, her whole body heated up and her voice became low, like a purr. "no...maybe you should tell me.....pack mule." at this, she tossed her head back and let loose full-throated laughter.
after several moment, she calmed down and her blue eyes were glittering like diamonds. she was just sitting on the edge of his bed, but with one fluid motion, she let him go, turned around on her butt to jump on him, their pelvis's meeting. her lace clad legs on either side of him, the stilettos drawn up to sit on the bed too. she was in the sitting position, but she slowly let weight on him. her breasts rested on his chest, slightly coming out of the bounds of the corset top. her legs were spread wide so the skirt was much higher than normal. her hair was a midnight cloud around them as she pulled his shirt away, revealing the muscled body.
she licked her lips and they pursed, then the top white teeth slipped out and bit into the plump bottom lip. a single finger ran from his chest down the middle crease of his abs and landed just in front of where she sat. she a devious look in her eye and then her lips landed on his bare skin, the scars there catching her mouth. she let her warm breath out, her smell intoxicating. and lower and lower she trailed until she had to slide herself back, her private parts always touching parts of his legs. her lips went down his stomach until they came to rest where she had just been sitting. there, she used her mouth and teeth to grip the cloth there and whatever else happened to be there, and gently slid the fabric aside. she nuzzled sawyer's happy place and her lips met there several times before she trailed them back up, her body grinding against his.
she was at his neck again, and her mouth moved against the same place, tongue reaching out to touch his neck. she sucked on the skin for a moment or two, then, kissed her way around his neck, then back to that same place. after a solid minute....mission hickey complete. her voice was a seductive purr, "i'm such a tease." she chuckled, a shiver of desire running through her body. holding her body, her hips rubbed up and down against his...
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Post by Desert on Nov 29, 2009 22:12:35 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Mr. & Mrs. O'Heir,
Just writing to tell you that your son, Alex, was found in Shady Lane, Kentucky, last night with his horses. He was in the barn when he was shot. A bullet wound to the side, punctured most of his internal organs, including his heart. The hospital staff here at Shady Lane did our best to save your son. Sadly, he died this morning at 6:00. I'm deathly sorry. He will be cremated later today and the ashes will be sent to you ASAP.
I send to you my best wishes and regards.
Your friend,
Dr. Dimonte Contaro
"Pack mule" he repeated with a groan and a smile. Instantly knowing what was on her mind. He only hoped that the right half of his still broken body would cooperate. He felt her pull away and felt like wailing in protest. He wanted her why was she leaving. Then he felt her weight on his pelvis (which was bruised) he grunted then moaned. Happy to have her back! His left around started its search until it found her back.
Sometimes, Sawyer's sense of feeling came at a disadvantage, like when he was feeling pain. But, when it came to love with Roxxy. He could feel her every movement. His right hand was of course, slow. It lifted and touched her chest. His fingers trailing the skin there. Then he could feel his shirt being pulled away! Oh yes! This was amazing. Warmth crept up his spine and stung his hips. It just started and he was already breathing heavily.
His hands moved around her body once again. But, all these clothes were in the way. He wanted them off! NOW! No, patience. He had to play the game. Win! He bit his lip when she started to trail down his body with kisses. He lifted one knee to gently nudge her own private parts. Even though she wasn't anywhere near her face. He grinned a very cocky grin. The burning in the inside of his thighs increased dramaticly. His spine was on fire, so was his stomach and neck. Everything was just so hot!
Then...OH DAMN! While she was playing around...downstairs. He banged his head on his pillow, moaning. When was the last time he had felt this good!? But, he couldn't give in. BUT, he was Dimonte's son and the Contaro men were known to fall apart during foreplay. Roxxy knew this, that's why she was making this so hard on him!? Crap. He cursed under his breath and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to resist.
Didn't work. His whole body stiffened, muscles rolling with the quick movement. Her still clothed body moved against his on her way back up. He'd have to fix that. His eyes were wide and cat-like when she began to kiss and bite on his neck. During that time, he picked at her clothes. Keeping his head perfectly still. His heart beating so fast.
This is what he'd been waiting for. Just to be with her, to love her! Now he could. In a hospital! That thought made him burst out laughing. Maybe, just maybe he'd stay here for a while to heal. Just as long as he got his daily dose of Roxxy!
When she spoke, and her hips moved against his, he wouldn't have time for words. Taking her face in his hands, his lips met hers. Moving hungrily against the satin smooth lips of his girlfriend. His body was an open flame, and from what he could feel of Roxxy's skin. He needed to warm her up a little bit.
His tongue slipped into her mouh for a moment before sliding back out. He'd been waiting so long for her! All he wanted was her. He knew how risky this was, but he didn't care. He'd try not to get too naughty. Now he tore at any clothes that were in his way. His lips never parted from hers.
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Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' hahahaha Just a pair of lovers
Word Count ~' Word Count
Muse ~' GREAT!
Music ~' nothing
Notes ~' Didn't let all my muse out...again. But I will.
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Nov 29, 2009 22:58:12 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ leelyn looked at doctor contaro and then up at alex. it was pain full for her to see her love like this. it would've made her go insane, had she not known that he was listening to her. that he heard her. she closed her eyes and dozed off for a minute or two before the brown eyes shot open. "dimonte...if you don't mind me asking...what are you doing with alex's journal? and his laptop?" there was a hint of defense in her voice. she knew those were alex's private things. and it could only be expected that she worry about the things people saw and took of his. she wouldn't even dare touch it. so, why was the doctor? her brown eyes were curious and open.
she gave a breathless moan, her chest heaving. there was a light chuckle that trailed her last vocal. she could feel him and she wanted him. desire hit her like a tidal wave. "yes, sawyer...yes..." she said between the kisses, when there was time. she got so feverish that she actually bit his lip, by accident. she knew it didn't really hurt him. she'd been rougher with him. she could feel his prying hands tearing at her top, her skirt, her thigh-length leggings (that's right...they didn't go all the way to her waist). she kicked her shoes off, one going one way, the other going and hitting the bed nathen had been sleeping in. roxxy's lips stayed with his, while her own hands made claws and ripped at his pants. they were coming off.
she could feel the perfection of his body. the scars were just sexy, a nice addition to an already perfect man. when the pants and undergarment were down to a decent low, roxxy took sawyers hands and helped the fingers under the skirt and around her hidden places, the warm heat between her thighs and the darker, smooth skin touchable, kissable. suddenly, her hips, which had been in a slow, gentle rocking, pushed fast and hard against sawyer's groin. her breathing went heavy, her kisses so hot, she could feel fever on her own lips. or maybe that was sawyers. the latina's lips away from his mouth and then made a straight down to make it down his throat and around his collar bone, where she playfully nipped at the skin.
she slid her lips, not kissing, each of his pecs and ran her tongue over the most sensitive parts there. moving down even lower, she had this insane smile on her face. she was about to let him have it. she gave him little light, butterfly kisses on each little muscle that stood up on his stomach, tongue occasionally coming out to say hello. she was still rubbing against him when she suddenly had to stop and slide back, her lips keeping to his belly all the while so that they slid down too. where she had been rubbing against, her mouth stopped and her little nose nuzzled, poke, prodded, the lips covering the inside of his thighs in sensual little kisses. sometimes her crafty little tongue would dart out to touch the hot skin. she stayed down, but her hands sought for sawyer's and she worked to place them on her own chest. he was about to lose.
the pupils were so huge she had almost no iris now, high on sexual play. she arched her back into him, her face moving oh so close.
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Post by Desert on Nov 30, 2009 19:09:21 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He hit send with a sigh. He really didn't like to lie. But this was for Alex. He wouldn't have to feel guilty anymore. Everytime his parents came on TV to talk about him. He left the internet and looked at Alex's desktop for the second time. he picture was of him and his sister both sitting on Storm, laughing and grinning. This was before the O'Heir family left Nevada. It had been the last time he had ever seen young Layra O'Heir.
Her honey eyes were smiling, too. She held onto a younger Alex, he head on his back. Alex looked different too. Younger, for he was only fourteen in the picture. But he looked brighter, and open. The Alex that was living in Shady Lane was way more different than the kid in the picture. He seemed to always have a shadow in his eyes. Guilt, knowing what he had done was wrong. He placed the computer on the counter beside him. The screen facing himself and Leelyn. Now he could onl wait for a reply from Alex's parents.
He heard the young blonde speak. He hadn't payed much attention to what she was doing until now, seeing her beside her love, it broke his heart. He could only imagine what pain she was feeling. If Maysa was ever hurt so bad. Dimonte would do anything to make her well again. Noticing the defensive edge in her tones, he could only smile kindly. "As dramatic as this case is, I can guarentee you that he's forgotten most of the events that happened here in Shady Lane. So, his journal will help him regain his memory. I would never read it. I needed his laptop to email his parents." he said with a smile looking back at the computer screen. As if waiting for the parents' response.
Just having her bite his lip turned him on. She was so close and her scent clouded his thoughts. No eyesight, so touch, smell, and hearing would do the trick. Even though he couldn't hear much but the blood in his ears and his thundering heart. He couldn't lose! Not this time. Three times the charm, he would win. See if he could get her to crack first. But, his body wouldn't move the way he wanted it to. He was just a frozen sack of bones and muscle.
He could feel heer claw off his pants, and he wanted them off too. So, when they were low enough he just kicked them off himself. Oh it felt good to be free! A moan rumbled low in his throat but never escaped. When her lips touched his collar bone, all thirteen of his broken bones screamed inpain. It was a good pain! Still, he couldn't move his right arm well. So, his left side was working extra hard. He could feel her kissing his chest and stomach now. Gradually getting lower and lower. He bit his lip when her tongue touched skin. Sensitive parts too!
This was the best he'd felt in a long time...if ever. His stiff, tight body twitched when she touched those extra tender parts. He moaned and his right hand decided to work again. When she was off his chest he sat up. Able to feel her chest now. His fingertips touching hot skin.
His inner thighs could've been an erupting volcano. Heat just radiated off his skin. His need for her growing so much stronger by the second. His hands became a little rougher. He struggled to control his breathing but failed. He was working his lung a little too hard, but he didn't care.
He was getting ready to give up, but he couldn't. Somehow, he got himself free and now had Roxxy in his grip. His arms were tight around her tiny waist, his head laying on her chest. Lips and tounge moving around that area. His hands crept to her thighs. He forced his body forward. Pressing against hers in a teasing way. His hips circled hers as his lips moved to her neck, licking her jugular seductivly.
Well, she gave him one...Time to return the favour. His lips engulfed the skin, teeth and tongue moving around there for a moment. His hands moved up her stomach. Every nerve ending in his body was on fire. Feeling the heat. Loving it. Sucking on her neck for a moment longer, his hands had to have scaled every inch of her body. He finally left her neck and went to her ear. He nibbled on the lobe for a moment before he spoke. His voice huskier and darker than normal "I've beed waiting for you for so long." he smiled, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Treatening to never let go.
Now, Sawyer was a man who had gone without love for months! He had found himself craving female attention but kept those feelings in. Now he could let them all out. Sawyer was bound to go through a serious sex drive. He wouldn't leave Roxxy's side for a while. Well, after he got out of this place.
With all the changes that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. He would give her anything her heart desired. He'd protect her with his life. No man would be allowed within a three mile radius of Roxxy when he was around. Most of the men in Shady Lane already knew that Sawyer meant business. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Same people
Word Count ~' Word Count
Muse ~' This is getting interesting
Music ~' nothing
Notes ~' OH YEAH! This is gettin' hot
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Nov 30, 2009 22:40:32 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ leelyn's jaw dropped some and her already fair features went paler than normal. he won't remember me or my family, or anything that happened between us all? she frowned visibly, her pink lips tugging downwards at the corners. she looked at dimonte and past him, she could see a beautiful girl and a boy that looked just like alex...but so much more open and wonderful. alex was shy here, and he looked like he was always hiding something dark from herself and everyone else. she looked at this young girl beside him. maybe a sister or someone....it clicked. it was the only logical reason he acted the way he did and never talked about her. she had died. probably horribly.
leelyn shivered. who could have the insanity to touch her in a molesting fashion? anger surged through the blonde's veins. just like it did when she thought of someone hurting roxxy or ricky or any of her other siblings. she looked back at alex and a thin finger reached up to stroke his cheek. "i love you. i'm not going anywhere for a while." leelyn sighed. she turned to looked at dimonte and then asked so softly he might've not heard it, "have you told anyone he's related to that he's alive and going to pull through? leelyn was in the dark about everything. she had absolutely no idea about the whole story. "when do you think he'll wake up?" at the last question, leelyn was looking at alex.
roxxy moaned and the goosebump-giving sound was made right in his ear. blood and hormones flooded her breasts, making them bigger and her incredibly flustered. she let out a sinful bout of melodic laughter and laid herself against him, whatever the position. it was funny to her to have his lower parts bare before her and she was still basically wearing her skirt, which was pushed up, and her lace down. but she was wearing them nonetheless. perhaps it was because if she needed to leave, she had to do it fast. but, she held sawyer close in his own embrace. suddenly, the lust turned into love and it shown clearly in her blue eyes. and then it showed in the newly turned gentle motions. she didn't really want sex. she wanted love. she wanted sawyer's love and all he had to give her.
that's why she gave up, gave in. she went limp in his strong hold, her body crushed up against his mostly naked body. no more teasing. she just wanted him and there were little tears in her eyes from it and they fell down her face. perhaps it was because from her past abuse. that's all she felt anymore. she was scared of sex. the prospect frightened her because she'd been raped over and over again that one night. but, here, in sawyer's arms, she felt safe and happy. and she wanted love with him. it's all she wanted. some of the stray locks of dark hair tickled her cheek and then stuck to her wet cheek. she loosened her legs so that he could have her, her arms holding him tightly. "i love you. i've been waiting for you for a while too."
her lips went gentle and then harder against his. tongue played with his lips and his own tongue. she was enjoying herself again. that's when the footsteps sounded. they were in the room and right behind the curtain. without warning, the man entered the space and his eyes went wide, and then his face flushed. he was a younger doctor. so, he looked at roxanna with a meaningful glint in his eyes. he cleared his voice and then straightened his eye. he fingered for roxanna to come with him, "ma'am, i think you need to come with me."
roxxy was incredibly red. she looked like a tomato on the blushing scale. she tried as best as she could to hide from his only too open gaze. she gave a small whimper, "sawyer..." perhaps he couldn't help it, but it bothered her. the way he looked at her. she quickly tried to pull up the panty, the leggings, and pull down with the skirt but what had seen had already been seen.
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Post by Desert on Nov 30, 2009 23:44:16 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There was silence in the room for a long moment. Dimonte became a living statue. He didn't dare move, he didnt have to. Not even when his sleek black cat jumped up onto his lap, curling up for a nap. He didn't look at Leelyn when she spke. He only responded, then looking over at the young blond. "I told his parents that he died. Alex deserves to get those people off his case." he sighed then he thought about Ashley. He'd tell her that he was alive. At his quick glance in Alex's inbox, he noticed a lot of emails from her. He lifted a hand and stroked his cat mindlessly. She purred in her sleep, tail twitching.
"I'm not sure Leelyn. It could be months until we see any progress." he shook his head "Only more to forget. But not of that one night." he whispered, not caring if Leelyn heard him or not.
As soon as her touch became gentle, so did his. He smiled lovingly down at her. His arms around her waist, holding her in a calm embrace. Giving her freedom to move her body if she so wished. He knew that she had been raped, and he respected what she must've been feeling. Fear probably. His eyes became soft, yet they were so wide and dark that they looked black. His heart was still racing. He would give her all the love in the world. She was his everything.
He brushed the hair off her cheek, tucking the strands behind her ear, his hand stayed there. Caressing her gently, lovingly. He leaned down and kissed her, sweetly and tenderly. Pulling her in close, he moved his body closer. This is what they both wanted. Eachother. He'd make sure the main event was what she wanted. All his love. His lips moved with hers, as he moaned quietly, feeling warm.
Then a doctor he didn't know just walked in. He was too busy to hear him walk in, but he heard him now. He looked up and...BAM! Good feelings gone. Soft eyes became a hard glare towards the man. Adrenaline pumped through his blood. Within three seconds his pants were back on and he was on his feet. Standing protectivly in front of Roxxy. Hearing the emotion in this man's voice. It ticked him off to no end.
He was just rudely interupted. And even worse, by a male! EVEN WORSE! By a male DOCTOR! And a young one. A growl rose in Sawyer's throat. Hands became claws, and teeth became fangs. Angry Sawyer...MUST KILL! He took a step toward this man.
"You have three seconds to leave before I claw your face off." he hissed, voice dark and angry. Of course, not as bad as it had been last night. He ad seen his Roxxy. His love's body. Now he knew that this man wanted that body. He didn't have the right to see. He looked over at Roxxy then shoved this man away out into the hall. Sawyer following. All in his shirtless wonder, too. Oh great.
He'd heard what Nathen had done last night. He tore a doctor's eye right out. Well, it was this guy's turn. He took one step forward then he hand shot up in an upper cut. But not to the chin, or the cut. With a hard nail he clipped this man's left eye. Then jerked his hand away.
He didn't take the eye out, but he wouldn't be able to see well out of that eye anymore. Before anyone could react. Sawyer was back in his room, the door closed and locked. He went to the sink to wash the bloody mess off the tips of his fingers. Grumbling angrily. He actually went easy on this guy. Bastard got what he deserved.
He walked back to Roxxy and sat beside her, taking her in his arms. He was actually greatful in a way. If he had loved Roxxy the way he wanted to....It was too hard to think about it. He calmed the anger and sighed. He really needed therapy or something. His good mood had been crashed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' ^^ People
Word Count ~' Word Count
Muse ~' Good
Music ~' nothing
Notes ~' This was fun!
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Dec 1, 2009 21:45:02 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ leelyn's facials fused together in something that seemed like denial, or rather, confusion. she didn't understand the words that came out of dimonte's mouth. "dead? case? what?" her brown eyes fogged over as she mindlessly gazed at the beautiful black cat in his lap. "....what happened?" she snapped out of herself just to hear him answer her second question. looking at him, her brow furrowed. 'what do you mean? which night?" leelyn was becoming and more worried. as if to assure herself he wasn't just going to disappear, she kept her brown eyes on her lover.
"yanno, it's hard to watch someone you love die and you know that for once, you don't have the skills necessary to save him. what i can do is pathetic: watch him here and just pray he doesn't decide to die on me." her words were bitter. "all of us holis's have had it bad. roxxy just acts like she's okay...but she's not. i know for a fact. she hides her emotions, letting out ones that keep people from asking questions. but she's hurting. she missed sawyer, black, and everyone..." leelyn trailed off, her long, dark lashes catching and collecting the stray tears that came to her eyes. she took a quick finger and wiped under her eye. "she's changed. we all have." at that, she layed her head on alex's chest, her finger tenderly stroking his face.
when sawyer put back on his pants, roxxy curled up into a tight fetal position. she shouldn't've come here. she could feel sawyer's anger and she looked at him with huge blue eyes. he looked her way and then pushed the doctor out into the hallway. she heard the doctor's cry of agony and she flinched. sawyer had hurt him, she knew. when he came back in to wash the blood off of his finger tips, her tan face paled. she buried her head in between her knees. when he came back to sit on the be, she peeked between her legs to look at him. when he held her, she unfurled herself, and held him gently back. but she couldn't help the trembling that took over her little body.
she opened her mouth to speak, but then it closed. and then it opened again. her voice sounded astonished, shocked, like she couldn't believe the own words that came out of her mouth. "sawyer...i have to tell you something... i'm a monster. just like dimitri. that reminded. the blood did. i killed all those that worked for me...they were innocent and i killed them. out of anger." she buried her sad face in his chest, closing her eyes tightly. she didn't want to believe the truth that came out of her own mouth. she was twisted. she was a deranged individual whose moods shifted because she was never happy with herself. she felt dirty and horrid. all the same.
she looked at sawyer, her blue eyes opening largely. "sawyer. i wish you could see me. i wish you could see yourself. you're perfect and i..." she cut herself off and looked away "i don't know what's wrong with me. i'm changing. i feel unsafe, all the time." alright, so she wasn't insane. because she recognized there was something wrong with her. and insane people are always in denial, correct? her frame shook even harder as she just laid next to him, her warm, thick hair surrounding her. the next words were a small whisper. an intone. "is black really dead?" roxanna looked to her boyfriend, her lake blue eyes brimming with unshed tears, as if he alone could correct this horrible event.
a deep kind of loneliness set in her very soul. she lost black. her best friend. she felt a void open in her chest. she hugged sawyer hard, which really wasn't hard at all. sawyer was as important to her as black was. at least she had him! she was glad and blessed she did, don't get me wrong, but having a stallion who loved you unconditionally die for you...that tended to tear people apart for a while. roxxy seemed to be no exception. she'd been through so much. not only that, but she'd lost two babies, consecutively. how much hurt could one heart hold. that's why she changed so suddenly. from seduction to fright to sadness, sorrow.
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Post by Desert on Dec 2, 2009 0:30:16 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, she didn't know. Alex hadn't told her about that night in Virginia. Why did that surprise him? It seemed that Alex would tell Leelyn anything. Of course, Alex's definition of "Everything" was probably different than everyone else's. Alex was one to run away from the truth. He just looked at that pale man laying there. This man could've easily been his son. He was. The doctor sighed, thinking about Leelyn's words. She loved a man she knew so little about.
"See that woman in this picture. She was his younger sister" he said motioning to the screen which had not yet went to the screen saver. The middle O'Heir child smiling. "I don't know all the details. Alex wouldn't tell me. I just know that she was aped and killed right in front of him. He couldn't do anything about it. He blamed himself. Thinking he led her to her death." he shook her head. Of course, he agreed with Alex up to a point. Dr. Contaro's wise brown eyes lifted to look at Leelyn. "His parents thought he killed her and they kicked him out. He wasn't even allowed to go to her funeral. So, he left. I don't know if they're true but, his parents started rumours about how he killed the innocent out of pain and anger." shaking his head again, he looke down. Feeling Burness move her weight around.
Listening to Leelyn, his eyes were forever calm, gentle, and undertanding. He frowned when she finished. "Leelyn. I think you're the one keeping him alive. There's no better medicine than love." he smiled, big and full. "I wouldn't let anything happen to him. Never, no matter how hopeless the situation could turn out. Or how negitive my employees are." he opened his mouth to speak when the new guy walked in, hand covering his left eye. Blood seeping through his fingers.
"Sawyer." he groaned under his breath. He stood up and took his hand away. Seeing the bloody mess that was his eye. Yep, the work of a Contaro. He couldn't help but chuckle "He got you good! Didn't he? Now, tell me how this happened." the doctor said sitting him in a chair to clean up his eye while the new guy told him what happened. Nt going into too much detail.
"Your son needs to get out of here! He's a danger to everyone!" the doctor complained. Dimonte narrowed his eyes. "My son has every right be here. If you walked in on me and my wife. I would've done the same. Looks like he just gave you a warning. Next time you cross his path, he won't hesitate. He'll blind you for sure." he said "There, that should do it....How well can you see?"
"Not well. My right eye is fine. Thanks. I don't like being around blood." he shuddered before standing up and walking out, cursing Sawyer's name. Dimonte raised a brow and went to was his hands. "A doctor that doesn't like being around blood. That's new." he laughed. The doctor always so positive. Thinking on the bright side.
Her tremblig body shook against hisand his grip tightened. His cheek laying on her head. She had changed so much! She wasn't the same Roxxy he had fallen in love with. But, she was still Roxxy and he would do anything to keep her safe and happy. He would fight for her until the end, protect her with his life. And love her with all he had.
He kissed her head many times. his fingers trailing down her back. His touch so gentle and light as he listened closely to what she had to say. Sighing, he pulled away to look at her. His brown eyes soft, comforting. "You felt just an uncontrolable rage. You felt blood thirsty, like all logic was gone? I know how that feels. I''ve killed people too because of it. People with families, and homes, and lives. I took them away." he wrapped his arms tightly around her, knowing what she was feeling. He had to comfort her! He kissed her forehead and her cheeks. Tender and loving.
"I can see you, love. Just not through my eyes. I see you better than anyone else could ever dream of. I don't give a damn about what I look like. Just as long as I look good." he gave her his famous crooked grin. Putting a little humour in the situation. Running his fingers through her hair, he lay beside her, arms like a protective shield. He would let nothing pass. Her warm body was pressed closer to her own.
"There's nothing wrong with you. as you said. You're changing. We all are, but it's something we can handle. And, you don't need to feel unsafe anymore, I'm here to protect you from all danger." he whispered, saying nothing but the truth. He'd try and save her from the end of the world if he had to. Brown eyes sincere as he kept his gaze locked on her trembling frame.
Silence crept into the room as they lay still, Sawyer's back was facing the world. His whole life revolved around Roxxy, in his weird and twisted way. He could never be...Sawyer without her. She's what made him who he was. He didn't move, his eyes left her face and now stared at the door, as if daring anyone to come in.
His heart stopped when she asked about Black. The truth was so painful, he had failed his promise to Roxxy, he had failed his promise to Black. This was all his fault. All he could do was look at her. "Yes, love. He is. I failed you both and I wish that I could go back and fix everything." he closed his eyes and sighed. He now held a new promise to Black. He would protect her and love her the way he did. He would make sure she was happy so that Black, wherever his soul went, would be able to fel peace knowing that his Roxxy was safe and happy.
"He'll always be here, though." he mused holding his lover close. Eyes unblinking. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' ^_^
Word Count ~' Word Count
Muse ~' Great
Music ~' nothing
Notes ~' That's good!
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence |
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