Who IS Valeria Diablos?

[Emmelin]

Drink after drink. Three years ago she had been freed and yet.. she didn't feel free. The memories were chains that caged her like a beast. Inhuman, not alive. The woman she had been when she was born, was no longer there. That young girl she was born as had been incinerated by a life's fire and in its place was a hellion. A fallen archangel who strove to help only one person accomplish their goals and that one person was Satan. Since he was not there, she settled for what she believed he wanted instead. The death of humanity, the cleansing of this world for one without so much sin, so much disgust. The world was a pathetic place and humankind was not worth a bat of her eyelashes.

Drink after drink. Was that a buzz? She couldn't tell. Between her hate and her exhaustion, she was so unfamiliar with these feelings. Anniversaries were a time for partying? Solo.. alone.. by herself. Oh how lonely and yet, she couldn't show this inner pain. Valeria.. was human. A crystal shine falling from her fair skin to hit her wrist. Warmth, the salty water sinking into her skin. The flavor of it passing over her red lips, the paint faded while her make up all together was beginning to wash away. A wince, a grimace and a shudder, another swallow of the alcohol.

Her vision blurred and her balance was a bit of a sway. Oh how bittersweet. She loved to see others cry and yet when given the option she'd rather.. SMASH. There went the mirror. Cracked pieces, seven years of bad luck. Valeria couldn't really care less. Her reddened eyes, her annoyed look. Brown hair falling to her shoulders and past. She was a mess and even more-so as her blood was coloring her face, wrist and now even her drink. Small crimson droplets looking like and abstract painting before the color was complete. She didn't care, instead, she tossed it back with the irony taste mingled.

Another glass. Gulp! There went a third bottle for the night. Might as well go for her liver dying. It didn't matter, the more she drank the less she cared and the more she wanted to not care. She could barely remember how much she had. Her mind a blur, her face rather blank. She wasn't even her regular clothes. No, she was in her white button up blouse and the black skirt, that was it. Underneath would be her undergarments, but they were not visible.

Pulling back her wrist, she realized just how wonderful a pain killer alcohol was. The shards all in her wrist barely felt like a feathery wind. For now, she was in a nightmare of remembrance. The pain of her past. She wanted to null it. Drinking herself to death? Perhaps it was unintentional. Where was that next bottle? Perking up, red cheeks and bit of a flushed face, she would use her hands to search it out. That bottle.. the next dose, where was it? Not in arm's reach, that was obvious. She wasn't even outside her home, how could she have lost the alcohol. A groan, a hiccup of a momentary gag and she was fine. Her mind nagged her to stop, but her body disobeyed.

The walls were spinning and for a moment she thought she'd hurl, but concentration oddly enough helped her that time. Let's mix in some painkillers shall we? Her mind cooed to herself as she grabbed the remainder of her pain meds. After all, she didn't use them often. Tonight was a night of oddity. Having reached a new bottle of whatever she had left on the counter that day, she tossed it back and then threw in a couple pills before letting them fall down her throat. The most sarcastic comment about how wonderful cheap beer tasted floated through her mind, but alcohol was alcohol and though she'd prefer a more savory taste, she'd deal with the rat's ass of what she kept around for emergencies. Usually all the alcohol was for the boys she occasionally she had over. In sympathetic moments, she drenched their stomachs in it before killing them. Pity.. she rarely had it for this filthy world.

Then hit a drowsiness, a new level of alcohol achieved, far over the allowed limit probably daring a damn near lucky edge. Kill it... A gun on the counter.. should she reach for it? Her hand twitched. What did a bullet feel like when it pierced a brain? What had it felt like in her side? Death.. was she dancing with him tonight? She couldn't really tell in her groggy state of mind. Her stare was intent upon the nectar of her line, the light.. yet.. where was that bastard? Maybe her Hell would be living with him.. them all of them. Click.. why was she setting the gun? What was she doing? Her hand moved on its own with her feeling cold steel on her ear. How fascinating... Curious..

[Guest]

Ringring......ringring......Click please leave your message at the beep......BEEEEEEP"Okay so this is the fifth message I've left...if you dont call me back right away im coming over and there will be hell to pay!" Adryion put his phone away then and let out an exasperated sighs. This was always the case with Val, she hardly ever took his calls, saying she was to busy, or indisposed or some other excuse that honestly made no sense. He knew why she did it, to play with him, to show him who was boss..and that of course would be her. Most days he could stand these peaty slights,hell sometimes he even enjoyed this little game they played, the constant tug and pull...the constant struggle for supremacy that was never truly over. But on nights like this, when he was supposed to be sleeping well...It irritated him to say the least.

He looked at his watch 2:37 AM "Fuck it..." He stood then and walked out his door with only one thought in his mind. "That bitch is gonna pay...." Most nights he wouldn't have given her the satisfaction of baiting him like this...But enough was enough he would not be ignored, he would not be set aside on tonight of all nights. He moved at a brisk walk, down side street after side street, his coat left unbuttoned and flapping in the wind and rain. He didn't feel the cold...Not then, not in his anger.

It had been three years sense he had first met his little devil, three long, arduous and enjoyable years. In that time he had come to know her well...as well as any living person could hope to know her at least, as a lover, co-worker, task manager and any number of other roles. Yet her past remained a mystery to him, just as much as his remained and mystery to her.....It was an odd thought that, for as well as they knew each other they barley knew anything at all. He shook his head then clearing the thoughts from his mind..."People....are odd...."

Finlay, after what seemed like a small life time he reached her home. With out knocking, he slipped a key into the door and stepped inside.He didn't want her to know he was there just yet...he wanted to sneak up on her...frighten her, pay her back some for making him walk all this way. He left the door slightly open and glanced around at....His eyes snapped to the broken mirror, the blood dripping from its shattered glass...and the trail of blood that lead from this room. He let out a hiss....What had happened here....He took in the air tasting it, and was over whelmed with the scent of alcohol...cheap booze...and blood, HIS DEVILS BLOOD!

Rage clouded his vision and he moved swiftly, fallowing the trail of blood. His movements stealthy, his foot steps barley making a sound. He found her in the kitchen, blood dripping from her up raised arm...a gun pressed firmly to her head. It took a heart beat to register what was happening, and then he was on her, his hand wrapping around hers, forcing the weapon from her grip. He watched it fall....slowly to the ground. Then his eyes locked on hers, his blue orbs turning to a ghastly crimson. HOW DARE SHE!....How could she....With out thinking his hand was at her throat nearly chocking the remaining life from her.

He could smell the cheap beer on her shallow breaths, the reek of self loathing clung to her like a perfume. Who was this woman? What had she done to the one who had marked him?"Just what do you think your doing here...killing your self? No...No that's not fair....You don't have the right to take that...Its owed to me..." And it was...He had sparred her life when he could have taken it...She was his in that way...just as he was hers, how dare she try to cheat him, how dare she try and steal the one thing that was promised him.

He shook her then his eyes boring holes into her."Answer me Valeria! Tell me what possessed you to try and cheat me! ME of all people!" Her name felt odd on his tong...He had never before used it...Not once before this time, she had always been duckling to him, or val, or his little devil...Calling her by her full name seemed almost perverse. It was good that it had rained on the way there...it helped hid the tears that where forming in his eyes. He let her down some then and his voice softened" Tell me Val.....why?"

[Emmelin]

As Val debated upon a teeter of whether death was a good option or not, she could almost feel a nagging at the back of her head. Something wasn't right.. there was no feeling, shouldn't she feel remorse on the action? No.. she simply felt curiosity and anger. Why was she still here? What good was taking vengeance on them? How was this even working? Their bodies were long gone and there was nothing left. There was no challenge, no one to fight. No.. now all she had was this pitiful house and a handful of others that she had led to Satan. In her grogginess she began to wonder if she was even alive. The feeling so gone it wouldn't matter if she were dead or not. Perhaps that was why she felt no remorse to pull a trigger and end her own life and the lies weaved around it. Not a soul knew her despite knowing her. The past of hers hidden so well, there should be a new one. Unfortunately she was weaved into a web upon her own circles. Repetition.. slaughter after slaughter and it all started again before it would all reconcile.

Would her death bring her mind peace? A person could only hold so much inside before their mental walls broke and everything flooded out. Her past was eating her alive and she was going to silence the last clue until she heard a voice. A scream in her head; a hiss and sudden pressure and pain in her hand. In her drunken stupor she could barely respond. Her hand was captured and just as she had registered, the gun was upon the floor. Life was almost in slow motion for her. As her head turned to see the fingers holding hers and then another action occurred.

Her throat was gripped, nails scraping and a hiss again. Red orbs, two of them making her soul almost an open book, if she knew how to translate it. How did one translate turmoil? Her flesh could feel the burn of rage while her eyes saw the formations of it. Anger.. who was this familiar presence so angry with her? Satan..? Did she pull the trigger already? She couldn't think straight or even at all. Her breathing cut off and her eyes half closed as she let out a pained gasp.

The words cut in and out at first until the grip loosened. As if someone was constantly adjusting the volume, the pitch wavered. Loud to soft, it still reached her as she could hear her name. Valeria.. who called her that? A voice as familiar as her calls to the grave. Something sensual, something so angry. Realization hit her when she finally could think.. Her voice cracked through her slightly parted lips. Like a blind woman, her eyes straight ahead and unfocused. "Adry..?" She seemed to squeak in a confused tone and then.. it all began pouring out. The tears.. once started wouldn't stop. A faucet left on behind her eyes while her body simply fell limp whether it was into his arms or onto the floor. Hallucinations were a strong drug after all.

Her body felt wobbly as he shook her. The off balance girl simply didn't resist nor try to sit back up after being shaken. Where had Valeria gone? What was this skin shed that had a gun once in its hands. Sobbing.. it didn't stop. The crystal rivers would drip and run their own paths until she clung onto him like her remaining life depended on it. She needed him. How odd, but one sociopath could relate well with another. His warmth helped her feel.. alive.

So many questions and yet no answers. Her face traced upon his body, rubbing gently while gasping softly in between cries. Incoherent words spoken in Esparian, her home language. "I hate them. I strive to make them suffer but they're gone." Her words fluttered in a strong accent she couldn't help but slur in her native tongue. At that time she had no common sense. "Adry.." Of course was a word untranslated while her hands moved to loop up to his back, nails digging in with a panicked frenzy of Esparian words. Like a small child crying in gibberish. Her eyes vaguely closing as the drugs began to mix and her body refused to even stand. Dead weight hitting her knees and making her practically fall on her ass. "Make it go away.." Her mouth formed in a half consciousness.

[Guest]

She fell then, like an angel falling from heaven, he caught her, cradled her in his arms as the tears ran like a river down her face. It was an odd site, seeing her cry, in all there time together, he had never once seen them grace her face, it was a touching scary sight. To see this angel laid so low...The way she had spoken his name as if she was scared, as if she was confused...It seemed like this was a night of first...because he heard fear creep into her ravings...

He scooped Val up and held her close to his chest...Letting his beating heart serve as a source of comfort and warmth. He didn't understand a word that escaped her mouth...But what he did understand was that she had called out for him, that she needed him.

He did something then that he hadn't done in years...He sang his voice melodic and soothing."Peace like a river ran through the city,Long past the midnight curfew,We sat starry-eyed,We were satisfied,And I remember,Misinformation followed us like a plague,Nobody knew from time to time,If the plans were changed,If the plans were changed." IT was a song his mother used to sing to him before he was old enough to understand it. It had a sweet simple melody that even a child could fallow. He would rock back and forth then, his arms covering her protectively.

"Four in the morning,I woke up from out of my dreams,Nowhere to go but back to sleep,But I'm reconciled,Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to be up for awhile" His voice wavered at the end of the song and he looked down at the woman who he had made it his life's mission to annoy and placed a gentle kiss on her brow...not the usual aggressive needing kiss....but a tender almost loving one.

He stood up then, holding her close to his body and carried her easily from the room. She felt so light then...almost insubstantial...He hated it. This woman who was full of life, twisted violent life but still life, she felt as weak in his arms as a new born babe. "Youl be fine my duckling....i swear it..."

[Emmelin]

Valeria was but a husk of herself at that time. The girl long ago who had begged for help silently. While memories flashed, faces, judgmental glares and accused names. How cruel of fate to make her this shattered woman on the floor before them. A song filled her mind. It sounded so wonderful, a voice of an angel almost in her breaking mind. She couldn't help but sigh softly.

Though he spoke in a language she knew, she could barely understand his words anymore. The song was a tune in a foreign language as only her homeland was familiar and understandable. She love it though. The soothing voice, vaguely recognizable and set in her memory like a story book's words. There was no changing it that she cared enough for this man he could hod her and she was not mad. She didn't mind his touch. The feel of his hands were wrapped around her. His heartbeat was echoing in her head and the feel of his chest was sublime.

Her mouth was slightly open as she soon was passed out. Her head lulled into his chest and her breathing soft and feathery. She was asleep. Limp in his arms and unconscious. The drugs and alcohol knocked her out. She was out like a light and softly she would moan a call of his name.

-the next morning-

Val woke with a start and looked around. Why did her head hurt so much? Where was she? How did she get in her bed? Teleportation was one thing she never expected. Her eyes would browse around curious, trying to piece together the night before. What HAD happened?

[Guest]

He took care of her then, cleaning her wounds, changing her cloths, bathing her gently with a wash cloth, taking care of hurts, washing away the smell of desperation and sadness. She was above this....so he would not let it linger any longer then he could manage.

After he was done seeing to her, he laid her in bed, tucked the blankets around her and just watched her sleep for a while. It was sweet actually, the way she curled up, the tiny twitch of her nose, the soft sighs of her breath. All of it was music to his ears and candy to his eyes. She was always so peaceful in her sleep, so relaxed....unless she had the nightmares..He hoped she would sleep soundly that night...he really really did.

He pulled a chair to her bed side and sat down, then rested his head gently on the side of the bed. He fell asleep quickly, knowing,hoping his presence would help her sleep deeply,and dream sweet sweet dreams. As for him...well his dreams where troubled but that was nothing new, still his hand grasped hers in there sleep. Seeking some sort of companionship or maybe just wanting a comforting touch.

[Emmelin]

Valeria found her hand locked with someone's. A sort of familiar sense in her mind. That feel, that general energy and the touch. It was all ringing a bell. It would of course take a few minutes to piece it all together. The hangover was killer and Valeria could barely breathe without a pain running through her pounding head. Her hand moved to her head and the bandage was there. Why had she been bleeding? Her clothes were her pajamas to top things off. What on earth had happened.

It took a moment for her to sit up and with that a lunge of her 'lunch' hit her throat. A migraine ensued and Val couldn't help but whimper a bit and grit her teeth until it passed. Her mouth tasted like blood and slowly she could see Adryion there. Had she fought him? No.. he looked okay. A sleeping beast.. it was adorable. She couldn't resist, leaning over and kissing the top of his head lightly. It seemed her pet had taken care of her. How sweet. Her eyes closed as she grimaced and the pieces fell in place. Oh right that night.

Trying to get out of bed, she found out quickly it was a terrible idea. Her body half rolled and sort of fell out of bed. A loud thump and a groan. Damn she felt awful, hopefully she had some left over from the night. It would be good to cure some of the hangover. However depression clung to her and she could barely even move. Oh.. what an awful night and how embarrassing to look like this in front of her minion.

[Guest]

His dreams where odd....Not the usual riot of color and sound that usually greeted him in his sleep, no this time it was something indescribable lovely and horrifying at the same time. In all honesty....he wished he hadn't dreamed this...this wild land scape...it would have mad his rest more...enjoyable...

He awoke with a start, his eyes flying wide and his hand reaching for his weapon. Where was he? Where......He remembered then, his walk through the storm and the panic and anger that had fallowed it. HE looked down and saw val on the floor and sighed. Of course she was the one to bring him from his slumber.

He looked at her shaking form for a few seconds before bending over and gathering her into his arms yet again before seting her firmly onto the bed."You will stay there." It wasn't a question, it wasn't a suggestion, it was in fact a command and his voice would tell her not to argue. "What do you need val, ill fetch it for you but i swear to god if you try to get up from that bed ill tie you in place and put a bell around your neck so i know when your awake and moving."

IT wasn't an empty threat that, he knew he should be treating the injured woman more tenderly, but Val never responded to tender, she responded to force of will and power. So thats how he would treat her right then and there no matter what future consequences this brought down on him.

He took another deep breath and looked Val in the eyes, his own features set in rigid determination. He would have his answers. She would not dance around them. Not this time."What exactly do you think you where doing last night? What braught it on?" There he said it and neather of them would leave this house tell she had answered...no matter how much she screamed threatened or begged.

[Emmelin]

Val looked a bit confused. Her mind boggled from the jostled thoughts of her panics. What had she been freaking out about? The replay was like slow motion and all the pain hit at once. She felt.. violated, foul and dirty. An overall filthy touch upon her body and the memory of the scrambling.. the tears and the blood shed. the faces that looked the ones that didn't. They're dead now.. they're dead now. She kept repeating to herself as a requiem and yet she only wanted it more. That pain they should be feeling, not her. Internally it almost felt as if she were ripping apart. The whole of her world shaken at its roots and the images replayed.

Helplessness.. cries that reached un-phased ears then the tape. Nothing she said would even register on the scales. Instead they were just foreign gasps of air. Her brothers... even they simply looked away. Her old brothers had been watching the whole time and yet they did nothing. Not even horror was on their face. The laughter at her screams.. the smiles at her tears. Her expense of her sanity for their pleasure. Red and white all mixed upon her and she could do nothing.

Years would pass and no one said anything. It became so ritual Valeria had felt dead inside. At least for a little while. Then they got what they deserved. Yet their mangled bodies brought no pleasure to her. They had only a moment to suffer and she had... years? How was that fair? It was only then she realized Adry was taking care of her and a rock sank into her stomach. Gross.. disgusting.. Oh how she HATED That. Yet she could only look at him with silent eyes that portrayed only pain and suffering.

Quickly she regained her composure and she would smile weakly. "Oh nothing. It was just.. an anniversary of sorts.. I suppose." She would coo in her pleasant tone though it cracked and frayed a bit. "Be a doll and etch me something for my hangover?" She would ask softly and almost.. politely. She couldn't move if she wanted. The slightest of movements made her sick to her stomach and she was not going to hurl. That was where she drew the line. Her pride could suffer for a bit.

[Guest]

Lies...all the lies...it was all he had ever gotten from this woman who hed protected and helped for the past years. Sure she had payed him for those services...but she had shown him no loyalty, no compassion. Hell even when they had sex, it was just mindless angry fucking, she wouldn't let it be anything more then that.He had given so much to this woman, a large part of his life, his loyalty and many other things that she didn't even know about and would never know about.

She could say it was nothing, shrug it off and him, but he knew, he knew that wasn't the case. She had never been able to lie to him...and now wasn't any different."Dont lie to me Val....ive known you to long for you to just shrug this off!"

He had caught her with a gun to her head, and blood rolling down her arms, he had caught her with tears in her eyes and actual fear in her heart...."You nearly killed your self last night...if i was a moment later....a second slower..." he took a deep breath and looked her in the eye."Youd be a splatter on the wall and a stain on the carpet."

It was true....he would have lost her, like he had lost all the other significant people in his life. NO. He wouldn't let that happen...not when he could prevent it....not when he could do something about it."Tell me....tell me now Valeria...or so help me god...or so help me god...." He trailed off his voice a mix of tears and rage, he didn't know what he would do to her.

[Emmelin]

Valeria felt.. amused. Her eyes upon Adryion, this man she kept around her. His voice was filled with anger and sadness. It was an odd sensation to her. Someone cared about her? Well she never expected that to happen. Her right hand rose and gently it would stroke his cheek. The skin of his felt so soft within her hand. Downwards it moved to his chin as she sighed contently. Leaning forward, she caught his mouth softly with his. "Ha.. You say that as if you'd miss me.." She'd say in a playful toe. Breaking the kiss, her breath lingered on his lips. As usual.. she managed to be playful.

It took her a moment as she leaned back and looked away. Suddenly she felt sickened that this man was so.. upset. Her lips twitched and she debated on how to go about this sentence. Her eyes were downcast while words formed in her head. She felt so.. lost for words; tongue-tied. How describe it? She'd never told anyone about her past. It was a mystery but that.. was eating her alive. She wanted to tell, but paranoia prevented her from letting anyone in. Could she trust Adry with the secrets of her past? Would he be the first person she told?

"Last night.. was an anniversary if you will." Valeria started and fidgeted as she slumped back in her bed. Her eyes closed and she groaned. Her hangover was horrible and she was so.. unsure of how to go about it. "It's.. the day it all started.." She would state in a soft voice. It was a shy look on her face, a bit confused. Was she really letting this out. "Fifteen years ago it started and five years ago my life ended." Valeria said in a sort of dark voice. She wasn't trying to be mysterious.. she was simply stalling. Maybe if she started explaining he would lose interest.

[Guest]

Was...was she still drubk? It almost seemed like she was...answering his questions, acting..well nice for once. IT was odd, he wasn't sure if he liked her this way or not...She seemed almost..vulnerable. But that kiss...that tone..the soft feel of her hands on his face...It was her no doubt about it. He let out a sigh as she broke the kiss, of course he missed her, she had been his companion for three years now just as much as he had been hers, they had shared some rather...unique experiences in that time...so he couldn't help but feel close to her.

Not that hed ever say that out loud of course....that was the surest way to get laughed at in the company he kept, but that didn't stop him from thinking it. Hell he enjoyed her company more often then not..the way they tormented each other to the point of breaking, it was oddly...fun. So all he did was grin at her as she asked him that silly question, if she didn't know well....That was her loss but he knew she was smarter then that...at least some times.

He waited as she went on, letting her get to what she needed to say on her own time, he rested his hand lightly on her thigh and looked into her eyes. He wouldn't say a thing..He would just listen, learn and most of all...not judge what she had to say. He was excepted by her, even if he was a monster who had raped and pillaged any number of people...so the least he could do was be excepting of what ever she was about to say...no matter what it was. She could share with him, he wouldn't betray her...he tried to communicate this through his loft touch, his calm steady eyes. He hoped she understood...he wanted her t understand....

[Emmelin]

His hand rested on her thigh and for a moment she seemed comfortable. Almost like the touch of a long-lost lover. The sweet taste of his presence was still upon her subtle pink lips. Her violet eyes resting on him with interest. Was he going to listen? It sure seemed it by the way he was being.. silent. With eyes so full and intent upon her. Like a child with wonder and yet the passion of someone she had made love to on a few occasions. Her eyes went soft and she would look away. This was difficult again. She didn't like to seem weak like she did at that moment. Her voice shook as the memory returned.

A scream echoed through her head as the first time flashed. The two of them.. her parents were talking to some strangers in their house. Valeria had peered to see who it was and they shooed her to her room. The young Valeria would laugh and smile then go off. Her oldest brother was there reading while the other brother worked on his training. His hands working with a sword he'd been given. His mind in lala land. She'd pass them on her way to her room. There was a pain and then she awoke in a strange situation. It looked like a large circle of blood and within it a star drawn inside, foreign languages. The room dark and filled with candles. The mere memory made her wince.

That man had approached her and APOLOGIZED before starting. Stripping her down as her MOTHER tied her down and her brothers stood outside; watching. The sick feeling in the pit of her stomach made her almost vomit a little in her own mouth. The pain, the memory as he had destroyed her innocence before the whole family. They watched.. they had just watched... Despite the fact she screamed.. despite the fact she bled. If only Adryion could see her memories.. if only he could visualize the moment. The pain.. the suffering and yet it was far too humiliating to describe in detail.

The wound was so deep and simply destroyed her whole memory. She was messed up over the whole situation. That Diablos family.. was so fucked up. The memory of the blood on her hands. They got what they deserved. The car accident was the best day in her life! The freedom and yet.. she was framed for it? How ridiculous! She didn't know how to cut breaks and yet the affluence of her other members made her remain silent for so long. She couldn't speak out her story.

As she managed to swallow bitter and painful tears that stabbed at her throat, she would glance softly at Adryion and zone out. Telling him was better than telling no one. "Long ago in Esparia.. I lived with my family. Well.. if you could all them family." A silent hiss was at the word family. "Things went well until I was about nine I believe... Then my father with help from the rest of my family tied me down and well.." She shuttered a bit and held her hand to her head. "Not long after did it became a scheduled meeting. It wasn't only him.. there were times my mother would come in and.. well do things while I was supposed to be sleeping. t happened for years and I couldn't say a thing. You see my family is what you could call.. of high reputation."

Her voice paused a moment while she debated on how to continue. "I hated them. I wanted them dead and yet I could do nothing. So I began to pray to God for salvation.. when that didn't work.. I prayed to Satan. That very night, my parents died in a car accident. Overwhelmed with joy I sought to worshiping the Corrupted Lord. Soon after.. I found myself brutally killing my oldest brother. Then I burned down our home. Since we all lived in a large mansion. All that was left was my youngest brother. Well I took care of him, shooting a bullet into is skull then I believe I slit his throat. No way he could survive that. Of course.. I had an accomplice that I shot in the head first."

As the story continued she seemed almost pleased with her work. "No one suspected me. The courts found me innocent but they put me in a foster home. I didn't take well to the other kids.. so instead I slaughtered them.. one by one and the parents too. At that point I knew I was guilty as there was no way to avoid that one. So.. Instead I killed myself. What few friends I had were soon eliminated as well. I killed them all and since I have sought to purge the sinners of this world. That scum which doesn't deserve to live.. I fled to Creta to start my new life."

She hesitated and laughed softly. "You actually only met me a week or so after this all took place." Her grin was devilish as she would move her body forward and attack his lips a bit with her own. Molding them against hers, her fingers locking some in his hair, pulling it deep as she let out some of the built up arousal she suddenly had from the memory of the blood spread. The feel of it on her hands, the way HE tasted while bleeding. SHe suddenly felt hot, but controlled herself as she pulled away. "I'll spare you the more nasty details for now, my dear." She said with her smooth and playful voice.

[Guest]

Who could...who could do such horrible things to a child? What sort of demon possessed them...He had done evil despicable and sinful acts but NOTHING even remotely close to what that family had done...Hell he had never even contemplated...Never even thought that....He had been a fool...He now saw why she acted the way she did....Why she hated the world...why she killed...It made a sick sort of sense.

She talked about with a smile...going from detail to detail like she was talking about the weather, a sort of numbness creeped over his body and all he good do was sit there and listen...Listen to a tail that may have killed a lesser person. In fact as he listened to her soft playful words he heard a balled.....One he hadn't heard sense he was a child, one that brought back tearful memory's of summer days spent with his family....He wished....He wished he could share those happy memory's of family with her...let her live them, experience what it truly felt like to be loved...If only for the briefest of instants.

Ohh the balled played on in his mind as he looked on his fallen angel....So hard and brittle he was at times afraid to touch her...She leaned foreword and kissed him then, her hands seeking his hair....Her need for control obvious...and oddly desired. He would kiss her back then, his hands seeking hers as he leans foreword gently pushing her down back onto the bed.

Ohh the song came to its climax then his eyes still open as he kissed her, his tears as of yet unshed. she needed to feel his closeness...he felt sure of that, so he laid on the bed beside her and put his arms around her hold her close to him, her hear near his heart. He kissed the top of her head gently, not saying a word...just letting her talk...to vent...to do what ever was needed.

[Emmelin]

The feel of his closeness made her happy. His mouth connected with hers as he gently nudged her onto the bed. His body atop of hers for a minute until the kiss was broken and he laid upon his side, pulling her close to him. His body heat warmed her and the feel of his body so close to hers made her almost smile. A perfectly sweet, innocent smile. Yet she didn't know how to do that anymore. Her body simply remained stoic as her lips parted to release a breath. Softly, feathers of breaths that escaped as she would lay her ear on his chest.

This was.. different. There had never been a time she could remember where she was simply listening to someone's heart beat. A soft music in her head, Valeria couldn't help but tense and let out a shaky breath. She wanted to stay in a moment like that forever. Her hands moved to grip handfuls of his shirt while biting her lower lip a bit. She suddenly felt.. apologetic. She was always so harsh on him but perhaps... Perhaps she was afraid of the feeling she was feeling just then. Maybe that was the reason she would be so cruel to him.. play games with him.

Her eyes seemed to dip a bit and her heart ached. She felt there was something more about that moment. Part of her was just pent up. What was that feeling tickling her heart. Being with a man for so long and now.. she trusted him with her life story. She felt fragile and broken and yet, his being there made her feel.. more... content. As if she could forget her pain. That was why she avoided him a lot of times. She feared what would happen should she stay near him for prolonged periods of time.

"Adryion.." She would whisper softly on his chest while her face almost seemed to nuzzle him. Her heart pounding and aching. What did she want to say? She didn't know... She couldn't figure it out. "I... care about you.. you know?" She would stammer in a shaky and almost nervous voice. How rare it was that Valeria had no idea what she was saying. The charismatic woman a bit tongue-locked on how to voice what she wanted to say. The charm was always on her voice but for once, she seemed so.. human. Like a normal woman.

Her hair fell in her face slightly as she hid it in his shirt. She felt hot in the face and the only memory of that feeling was with that man. So long ago. She had tortured him most but now. Her voice simply spoke out despite her wanting to, "I love you." At least she found herself speaking in her native tongue. He probably wouldn't understand it and truthfully she wondered what he would think if he found out what she was saying to him. Wait.. what had she even said?

Panic raced down her spine and her eyes widened. It was.. she had said- It didn't exist though! Yet, she found herself burying her face in his chest and letting off a soft sob. A soft sentence she repeated, hating herself and yet loving the feel of it. She was attached. Why was it-? She couldn't even control herself as she longed to run from it but her hangover and exhaustion simply held her near him with the soft tears falling upon his chest, soaking his shirt.

[Guest]

How....what....What did this all mean? He hadn't been prepared for any of it...The trears...the sobbing...the story.....And most of all he wasn't ready for what she said...she cared for him? SHE CARED FOR HIM? Why was it now of all times that she decided to tell him....and then...and then there was the other thing she said...He could never fully understand her when she spoke in her native tongue but...their languages where linked.....In sooo many ways. Had she...had she just said i love you?

No he couldn't believe it...he wouldn't...It would just hurt him in the long run.....He held Val against him as she cried, his face buried in her hair, his arms wrapped around her, protecting her....Maybe...maybe she does...love me...maybe....But that could change...that will change i know her...soon she will forget this entire thing happened...so why give her the satisfaction of him being hurt...Better to harden his heart...better to forget......

But did he want to? Wasn't it true that it was better to have loved and lost then not to have loved at all? What...what was he going to do? He nearly cried himself...but held it back for her sake.....for her sake....Ohh god....Ohh god did he LOVE her?...No nonononono...He had promised himself....he had....But...it was to late it seems...far to late for him to take back his feelings...his sufferings...Better to voice it now...better to...but it still hurt...."I...love you to...my duckie..." He said it...his voice muffled by her hair....but still he had said it....he hoped...he hoped...she wouldn't hear him......

[Emmelin]

Her body was pulled closer to his. Her head buried in his chest. She could feel his chin in her hair. The feel of his nose gently poking at her scalp as the flicker of on and off cold would cascade down her body. Her hands pulled him closer, grasping at him softly. She needed him. She wanted him. Her eyes closed while she sighed contently at his embrace. His arms making her feel safe. She was warm.. happy.. home. Her lips pressed to his neck and she could inhale his scent. Even if it was accepted only for now, she wanted him to feel her affections.

His words came to her and she tensed. H-He said..? Her body clung to his and she would sigh happily. It was ridiculous. She didn't believe in love and yet his words to her. How did he even know what she said? With eyes closed she would blush softly and whisper upon her drowsy breath. "Don't leave me..." Her words begged a bit while she slowly drifted to sleep. No matter how tough she was on him, she always found herself with him. He was part of her home and part of her safety zone. Her body tried to resist and yet it didn't work. Slowly she would drift back asleep in his arms.

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