The beginning is basically a re-cap from a different point of view. Enjoy! :)
-M
Chapter Two: Seeing Is Believing
Tian had never seen a more striking creature in his entire existence... which made his job
that
much harder. He didn't want to drag her into this; she seemed so innocent, happy, carefree... He heard her curse out her friend as they made their way to an apartment complex. Okay, so maybe not happy—at least, not right
now
. Still... she would hate him for bringing her into this. Regardless, orders were orders.
It had been hours, and he watched her curiously as she tottered on her heels back to her tiny, blue car. Her friend was no where in sight.
Fucking ridiculous. I shouldn't have worn these shoes . . .
Her thoughts were loud and aggravated. He didn't want to listen into her thoughts, but he was intrigued. He watched her shiver as she fumbled for her keys, and Tian fought the urge to hop down from his perch atop a near building and run over to her just to give her his jacket. As she bent over—he tried to ignore the swelling in the front of his pants from the view—he realized it was a perfect opportunity...
He leaped from the edge of the building, dropping seamlessly and soundlessly into the deep shadows. He straightened up and walked out towards her.
"Huzzah!"
He heard her exclaim from a block away, and sped to her side. He waited by her side for a small moment, indecisive. Tian really didn't want to do this... but the orders of the Elder rang in his ears. He placed one hand gently on her back and forced her to sleep, to dream. He adjusted her in the car and closed the door. Then he slipped to the driver's side and got in. She started to mumble, but he shushed her. She had better start dreaming fast.
He pulled away from the curb, intent on bringing her somewhere more comfortable. He didn't realize he was heading to his own home—separate from the rest of his people—until he pulled into his apartment complex's parking garage. He shrugged and parked near the stairs; they were quicker. He got out, glided to her side, and swooped down to pick her up. She hadn't started dreaming yet, but it was only a matter of time.
On that thought, he jetted up the stairs—almost too fast to see. The elevator was a snail in comparison. He walked into the hallway casually, as if he wasn't carrying a seemingly unconscious woman in his arms. When he reached his door, he gracefully slipped her into the crook of a single arm and unlocked the door.
She mumbled and turned her face towards his chest, fully distracting him for a moment. It was good that he had his apartment's floor plan memorized. His protective streak went on overdrive as he watched her snuggle into him. He had a hard time putting her down on his bed—her fingers clutched at his shirt, and he didn't want to let go of her either. But then she started to dream. And he wanted her to be comfortable... but she wouldn't let go. He was secretly pleased as he laid down behind her, her dreams clear in his mind.
"Mia..." he sighed. She burrowed closer to him.
He watched as she 'woke up' in her room—granted she didn't know it was her room, yet—and came face to face with Elder Caro. He cringed. Not necessarily the first face you want to see when you wake up.
Creepy.
She thought.
After seeing the Elder's supposedly welcoming smile, Tian agreed. He'd have to remember to tell Elder Caro to work on his facial expressions—
Tian watched as Elder Caro yelled at Mia in a language foreign to her. This would not go over well. He could feel her stress, but he could not intervene now. He needed to see what she was dreaming of on her own.
—and communication skills. Mia shrieked as Elder Caro dragged her out of the room. Yes, he would definitely remember to give the old man some pointers.
This was the part where Tian was made useful. He blurred anyone or anything in her dream that would distract her from getting the message. What was the message? He had no idea. He tried to follow her train of though as she viewed—what she called—the pit. The sickly, the pregnant... none of it made sense. Influencing dreams is a difficult feat. Tian tired quickly, and was relieved when the dream started to fade. He had approximately fifteen minutes before she woke up. He froze her dream in that spot, so when she did awake it wouldn't be suspicious—it would be like nothing ever happened.
It wasn't until he was parked—in the same spot as before—near the location of the party did he notice the Mark that started to spiral out of her thumb. It was moving like it had a life of its own. Shit. He'd have to tell the Elder's about this, too. It was all happening way too soon. He watched the Mark swirl to her palm until it stopped. He grumbled and rested his head on the steering wheel. Gathering his thoughts, he leant over the divider and brushed a kiss on her forehead, then her cheek. It was sudden and unexpected, but he couldn't stop from indulging himself in the feel of her soft skin underneath his. He sighed and slipped out of the car, unnoticed, into the darkness again. Then Chloe rapped on the window...
~
I sat on the floor in front of our long mirror, straightening my hair.
You'd think that by now I'd realize it's bad for my hair.
Chloe walked in with a bang as usual. "Oh!" She squeaked in surprise.
"You like?" I asked, turning off the flat press. My hair was straight and shiny... with new green and black streaks.
"Oh!" She said again, walking over. She touched my hair cautiously.
"It won't snap at you, Clo. And I'm not medusa, so I won't turn you to stone, either." We chuckled.
"No... I like it. It's super exciting..." She let her accent hang on the end of her words.
"But..."
"But..." She bit her lip—a habit she claims to have picked up from me— then rushed her words. "I feel like you're going to say 'you won't like me when I'm angry,' and tear off your shirt."
I stared at her.
"I mean," she started again, backtracking, "I totally don't mind the taking off of the shirt part..."
I stood up and stalked towards her, slowly.
"And, uhm..." he voice got higher and higher. "It looks hot on you, babe... you can pull it off... uhm... where can I get some of that?" She sounded like a British chipmunk.
And then I laughed, tackling her to my bed. She was on her back, so I straddled her legs. I huffed and pouted.
"Aw, it does look very cute." She yanked on my hair to lower me.
I didn't budge—instead I crossed my arms across my chest.
"Green and gold and black look smashing together. Really."
At that I sighed. It did look pretty cool. I grinned devilishly down at her. "How
much
do you like it?" My hands dropped down to her, traveling along the smooth expanse of her exposed skin, leaving goose bumps in my wake.
"A lot," she choked out.
"Mm, really?" I bent my head down to her collar bone and kissed it. I felt her leg twitch and I laughed against her skin.
"It's sooo sexy..." she croaked out. One of my hands slid the hem of her shirt up, revealing her pink lace bra. The other hand slid suddenly and unexpectedly under the waist of her jeans.
She gasped, pushing her lace-covered flesh closer to my mouth as I kissed and licked everywhere but where she wanted me to.
"Please," she groaned as I stroked her through her panties. The wet spot there was rapidly increasing in size...
"Please what? The Hulk doesn't understand your wimpy pleas." My voice sent vibrations across her chest. She moaned.
"T-touch me," she breathed as my lips wrapped around one nipple through her bra.
"Where, here?" My free hand stroked her hip-bone with feather-light touches.
"N-no! No—touch my pussy. Rub me, please. Oh—please, Mimi." She sounded desperate.
"Well, sure thang," I mumbled on her breast. I sat up, looking at her flushed face a smiling. I pulled her zipper down and slid her jeans down her legs, her panties followed. I gazed between her legs, her wetness was clearly visible. She lifted her hips in a silent plea. I scooted back and dove down. Her scent was intoxicating. I slipped one finger in her wet channel, and pumped it in and out. Clo always made fun of my tongue for its unusual long length, but in this instance she can't complain. I set my tongue to work, licking and lapping wherever I was able. I could tell she was on a short fuse today—she was bucking her hips like crazy, her moans got louder too. So I added another finger, and flicked my tongue back and forth across her tiny bundle of nerves. She shrieked and grabbed my hair. She pulled hard—like she wanted to take my newly dyed strands out. Then I slipped in a third finger, in and out. Her leg kicked out spastically. It was hilarious, and my laughter tickled her sensitive skin. After a few minutes of my furious three fingers and her crazy leg kicks, I let one finger travel even further south to her even smaller hole... and with the slightest touch she came all over my hand.
I let her rest for a minute, and crawled up her body, one finger already in my mouth. Delicious. "Wanna share?" I asked her. She opened her eyes slightly, still euphoric, and smiled. She opened her mouth and I put one finger on the tip of her tongue. She licked all of her own juices off. "Yum," I giggled. She giggled, too. I rolled off her to lie down on the bed.
"I should tease you for your hair more often. You certainly give me plenty of opportunities." She mumbled and combed her lean fingers through my colorful hair.
"Shut up, cunt." I laughed and punched her shoulder lightly. We rested for a moment, content. "Showers," I said in a sing-song voice.
She grumbled. I hit her with a pillow.
"Come
on
, Clo. This will be the only night for a while in which I'm
willing
to go out. So let's
go
!"
She sighed. "In that case..." she hopped off the bed and grabbed a towel, "last one in won't get any tonight!" She stuck out her tongue and darted out of the room, her short blonde hair flying. My good mood was contagious.
The club was packed. Which seemed weird to me, because it was one of thos hole-in-the-wall places that I wouldn't have expected many people to know about... but, hey, I've been wrong before. It was a good atmosphere, though, I'll give it that. The lights flashed between orange and red—so it was dark, but everything looked so much... sexier.
I smiled at Chloe—we were the same height for once. She'd chucked her shoes back at our table. She
would
. That's Chloe: dancing barefoot at a club. I'm waiting for her to jump up on a table...
