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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jul 16, 2004 3:51:03 GMT -5
I look the vampire over, she appears less powerful than Lord Dracula to my trained eye. I do notice that she seems familiar with both my clothes and the man indoors so my concern is minimal. "Valodya is going through a difficult stage right now. He helped me to find myself so I am helping him in what ways I can. Feel free to enter."
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Post by Kaieka on Jul 16, 2004 3:54:03 GMT -5
"Oh, I am so glad that I have your permission."
I tap lightly on the door and open it. I see Bassarov sitting on the couch. He looks upset about something.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 16, 2004 3:56:31 GMT -5
"Ah...Kai..Kaieka..." Bassarov nearly falls out of his seat. Zero is standing beside her.
"Zero, excelent work guarding my home. But for the moment I woudl like to be alone. You may report back to base and see if anything new has developed regarding Louhi. Once again, I thank you..."
Bassarov looks at Kaieka, and becomes pale and wary. He does not know how to react...
"I am surprised to see you...to say the very least..."
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Post by Kaieka on Jul 16, 2004 3:58:22 GMT -5
"I hadn't intended on being seen, but your little guardian there seemed to know I was around. How are you, Bassarov? You do not look well."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jul 16, 2004 4:00:07 GMT -5
"I do have some information now, Lord Tepes has summoned the Beast. I'll be off now." I wander back to the base, only because Bassarov doesn't want me around at the moment. I have nothing better to do.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 16, 2004 4:01:07 GMT -5
"That is Zero Americanski, she is perhaps my staunchest ally right now, and for that I adore her. But yes, things have not been well. Louhi has returned and I have had some personal problems. You look...the same as always..."
Bassarov nervously swipes his hand through his shaggy black hair.
"Why are you here? What business do you have with me?"
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Post by Kaieka on Jul 16, 2004 4:07:09 GMT -5
I walk into the room, closing the door behind Zero. I sit down on the couch near Bassarov. He is a beautiful man, even when he looks run down as he now does. He always has looked so attractive, even during hard times. I look around his apartment, to take my mind off of memories and new and eager thoughts.
"Do not be nervous, Bassarov. I know that I have done things in the past that have hurt you, but that is not my intent at the moment. I have come because... for lack of a better reason, because I missed seeing you. I know that you do not think of me, but you still wander through my thoughts. I had to again see the man that plagues my dreams.
I am sorry that things are not going well... I am sorry for... yes, well... So, an ally that you adore. Is she... I mean, are you and she...? I wouldn't think that she was your type."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 16, 2004 4:10:47 GMT -5
"No, she and I are only allies, but she is more than helpful. I favor her over the other rebels, but it is nothing like that."
Bassarov looks at Kaieka, and tries to relax, or at least comprehend why she has come back.
"I have been thinking about you lately. I suppose the stress is doing that to me. It is good to see you again. How have you been?"
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Post by Kaieka on Jul 16, 2004 4:13:38 GMT -5
"I have had my ups and downs. One of your rebels recently sought me out, but couldn't come around to what he was trying to say. My life has been... pleasant, but as always, I feel that there is something I lack.
Are you so suprized to see me, Bassarov? Did you think that I would never come back?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 16, 2004 4:16:48 GMT -5
"Of course I am surprised to see you. We parted on undesireable terms. I figured that if I ever saw you again, it would be with sickle in hand. But all that is in the past. I do not hold grudges long...or long enough."
Bassarov takes a large sip of juice and tries to calm himself. He breathes deeply a few times until he is composed.
"Well...then..."
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Post by Kaieka on Jul 16, 2004 4:24:20 GMT -5
I feel terribly bad for what I did to this man... the man I love. And I did it all because I loved him, because I wanted him so badly and could not have him. I thought that if I did what I did, he would somehow come back to me, but I was wrong. What I did was rash and stupid and horrible. I should never be forgiven, but he is Bassarov, one of the most forgiving men on earth. I do not deserve it.
Seeing him before me sparks to life the feelings that I have been trying to push down. His beauty, his character, just the essence of him draws me to him and causes me to want to grab him to me and hold him. I want to scream out "I LOVE YOU!", to tell him the way I feel about him and how he never leaves my thoughts. I want to wipe away the past and start over, but I know that is impossible.
"Bassarov... I... I don't deserve your forgiveness. What I did was unforgiveable. I was out of my mind and I am so sorry. I hope you know that. If I could take it all back... if I could change the past, I would. I wanted to be happy, and knew that I couldn't be without you... but I never thought of your happiness. I was selfish and horrible and ... I'm so sorry."
I turn my head away from him. If my cold heart could muster up tears, they would be dripping down my cheeks. The pain in my heart is unbearable as it is. Why did I come here? All that is here is the pain of knowing that what I want more than anything I cannot have. I stand up. I have made a fool out of myself and should leave before I regret this even more.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 16, 2004 4:28:35 GMT -5
"No Kaieka, you came all this way. You don't have to leave, I can at least get you something to drink."
He goes to his refridgerator and gets her his favorite juice, Siberian Cherry. He pours it into a tall glass and hand it to her, touching her hands as he does. He would like to take her, kiss her, undress her, feel her body, and forget all of his problems.
But instead he sits back down.
"Well, had you come a month ago, or even a week ago, I may have been angry, but there has been too much anguish between then and now, that yours is just a drop in the bucket. Do not worry about it."
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Post by Kaieka on Jul 16, 2004 4:35:56 GMT -5
The touch of his hands sends lightning through my body but I hold very still as not to let on. Those hands... so strong and kind and powerful. How I would love to feel them on my body.
I take a sip of the juice. Cherry, it tastes rather like the red body paint from... I take another sip.
"You are the one person that doesn't deserve woes. You are so tense..."
Do I dare? I walk behind the couch, Siberian Cherry juice clutched between my hands. There is some wall between us, not just the couch back, and I want to break through it. I want to comfort and caress, to take away his cares, but I am not in that place anymore. I don't dare to touch his... lean shoulders and ... long slender neck... they look so full of tension.
I find my hand reaching out to massage his neck before I even notice that it is doing so. His skin is so warm, his neck muscles are so tight and tense.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 16, 2004 4:41:51 GMT -5
Bassarov tries to beat it down, the latent desire for this woman who brough him so much pleasure and pain. He closes his eyes tightly, her touch makes him warm. Feverish, hungry, weak....
"Kaieka..."
He touches her arm, and turns around to face her. She is behind the sofa, but he leans so they are face to face.
He can feel the veins in his neck, a pounding in his head, and his throat feels tight with anxiety.
He reaches out to touch her face, he draws it toward him, and kisses her lips.
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Post by Kaieka on Jul 16, 2004 4:49:02 GMT -5
My breath catches in my throat and I feel as if I may faint or explode... something. This must be some dream... some dream that I thought was reality. But reality would never be this sweet.
My hands reach around him, holding him tight, dropping the glass with a crash to the floor, red juice staining the carpet like blood. But I do not notice the glass or the juice or the stained carpet. All I feel is the fire in my lips, the resounding beating of my heart, which is loud as a drum and beating fast somewhere in my throat or ears.
I clutch at him, wanting to hold him so close that if I could draw him into myself I would. My kisses are hungry, trying to sate the appetite that has for so long been unsatisfied. He is the drug that I have been in withdrawl from, my source of happiness, the only one that has ever made me feel this way.
I kiss his lips, his eyelids, his neck, his ears.
"I have wanted you, Bassarov... needed you... I love you."
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