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13. Vulnerability.
I roam through her mind, going through the moments she spent away from me. Morbid curiosity on my behalf, I just want to see what she did while away from me. How she felt. It was depressing, uneventful, so I snort the mission to focus on my task at hand.
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Acrasia 14. Barima.
She swung the door open with vigor, her eyes growing rounder as she looked down at my gifts. I couldn't help but stand taller and puff out a bit. I've never seen her look so happy. I smirk and lean on the wall behind her. I bet she'll have no problem sleeping next to me shirtless now. Her grin spreads and she cackles out loud, wiping her eyes. I actually flush, I flush, in embarrassment once more tonight. What is wrong with my gifts? If Axar told me wrong, I'll leave that kid on the curb in the morning like a stray pup."Do you not like my gifts? Read the card." I urge, a little angry now."Did you...you did...Oh God! I-I can't breathe!" She doubles over now, heaving. "You stuck that poor guy in a soup bowl!" She loses it again. I still don't get the big deal. Fish bowl. Fish. Bowl. I put the fish in a bowl. Fish bowl."He's a fish. It
Acrasia 15. The Common Denominator.
I protectively stalked my food source through the house as Barima pulled her along to a sitting area. The entire time she looked to me smugly as she pulled the awkward and humble Seraphine along. I narrowed my eyes to her in warning. She'll be sensing her own death if she tries what I think she thinking. Sera sat down beside her own the sofa, Axar flying to them to sit on the other side of his new mom. Sera introduced them both and smiled, but I could feel the suspicion flare in her as she observed this woman. "Nox, please join us." She grins mischievously as she motions me to sit on the sofa across from them. "So, might I ask what brings you all here?" "Yes. We have a little banhee here who is having some issues trying to hone his skills. I was hoping to ask for your help." "Ahh. I se
Acrasia 16. The Green Eyed Monster.
I could tell by the energy in the air that this was going to end badly. It was a combustible situation from the very start. Now she is livid, and I have a very unpredictable Seraphine in the living room standing guard over her giant adopted baby. She was suspicious of Barima from the very beginning and I am curious to see how she reacts to a furious Barima. I trail Barima while being invisible so she cannot see or hear me. Barima snatches a knife from the kitchen and hides it up her sleeve. I grin to myself. What are you planning to do with that, Barima? Barima enters the living area casually now, trying to mask her rage. Sera sensed her though before her shadow ever hit the doorway and watches her every move. Sera is already wondering where I am. Barima looks anxiously over her shoulder, then nears the couch on Axar's side.She lunges for Axar's arm and Sera slams her away. I smell blood as I se
Acrasia 17. Pawn.
Sera wobbled out, Axar hanging across her shoulder, into the bright mid day sun. The sun's rays creating dimension in her jewel colored maneuver as it captures the light with her movement. After I had disposed of the unbearable Barima, I ransacked her room for a blouse I wanted for Sera. I discarded Seraphine's bloody sweater afterwards. It took quite a bit of coercion to get Sera into the now dead woman's clothes. The idea of it making her more remorseful.As she donned her cloak of shame, and her new pouty demeanor, I worked on Axar in his dream world. Twisting thoughts and snipping things to fit just right. I need his outburst and tantrum to be perfect when he wakes. I want Sera helpless, isolated and weak. I need to break her down just enough to relent to me. I want her to want me again, to depend on me. I have to regain her trust.She lays Axar softly onto the backseat, teetering a little as his body messes with the balance of hers. I
Acrasia 18. Wings.
*Sera's POV* I don't know why I did that, or how I lived. I have no real fear of death in honesty, I never have known why. I guess living your whole life in survival mode just readies you for it. You become comfortable, dare I say, with the idea that you will eventually die. Depressing yes, but I've come to terms with it. I expected it years ago. Cars honk and strangers yell at me as my boots practically burn their rubber as I flee from the car of people who currently cause me nothing but suffering. I gave them both my heart. I gave them everything to try to get just a smidge of their love, and just like everyone else they betray me and use me. I was just a pet, a food source. I was just a temporary home and guardian. I gave Nox my virginity, my energy, my blood and tears. I gave him memories and raw bits of
Acrasia 19.No Sunshine.
Axar has remained silent and brooding since I got back in the car and we drove off. He keeps looking out the window, almost longing. Watching no doubt for Sera. I feel foolish now, knowing that I had orchestrated and created all this chaos. I have cost myself Sera for the moment. I have cost Axar his mother figure. Now I will have to take care of this damn child and scrounge for food again unless I feed from this sulking heap in the passenger's seat. I pushed too hard. Narius was right. I should have just lied the whole time, told her what she wanted to hear. I couldn't bring myself to say it though. I couldn't tell her I cared for her, or that we were together, and now I realize it was because it was true. We technically were together. In a round about way. I had taken her in and was willing to provide for her, and I have never done that bef
Acrasia 20. Yeomorah.
*Sera's POV* My mind is a barren wasteland. No decent ideas to entertain here as the horrifying man in the livingroom had reduced my brain to a blank flighty mess. I wanted to run straight out of this house, but after retreating to the guest room, I find the window protected by something invisible. Oh no. Shit! I shake my head and remember the ritual I had read earlier and I tiptoe back into Barima's room, the next over, to perform on her body. I need it pristine and wholesome as possible so she might settle into it when I am able to finish what I've started. While I do owe Barima for my actions, I am majorly uncomfortable having her in my body. It's an anxiety sufferer's nightmare. She can constantly survey me, and from inside my own being, it gives me 1984 vibes. She's my version of Big Brother. After finishing the
Acrasia 21. Speak.
"Yeomorah. Come fourth. You have something that belongs to me. I will have it back." Nothing but silence, still. I was growing impatient, losing what tact I was naturally given. I scraped the wooden floor below me with extended claws. "SPEAK!" I snarled. Muffled cries and whimpers began to pick up, bouncing softly within the walls of the house. "Who are you to call me?" The deep creaky voice of Yeomorah drowned the whines that I heard earlier. "I am Noxodius. You-" "Rhetorical. I don't care who you are. You are worthless. What do you think that you need from me?" I could detect the sneer in his voice. "You have my Seraphine. I only want her b
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