Unrequited
May 29th 2010 03:17
He reached the door of the motel room and sat down. He put his arms out again and moved them from side to side. He put one hand on his thigh and raised the other to the sky. He closed his hand as if grabbing something and touched that hand to the hand on his thigh. He moved both hands and the knife wound disappeared. He repeated the process with his face, chest, arm, and torso. After ten minutes each wound was gone, his clothes mended again. There were no signs whatsoever that he had just been in a fight to the death.
He knocked on the motel door and Nikki answered. She reached her hand out and brought him inside.
“Where’s Marie,” She asked.
“Ah, Marie, she has decided to forgo an evening with us. Such a pity, I was looking forward to, well nevermind.”
He smiled serenely at Nikki.
“But of course, that means there’s more time to focus on you my dear.”
She blushed.
“May I get cleaned up first,” He asked.
“Of course! Do you want some company?”
“That would be splendid.”
Occam thought about taking his time with Nikki. Now that Marie was dead and Cordelia was safe for the most part, there was no need to rush back to her and William. He saw the measures that they took to make sure that Kurong would not be able to harm them and they were good ones.
“The rose oil was particularly good, most people forget that wild roses work against vampires,” He thought.
“The only thing is how would I get past them and into her house?”
He thought about that for some time. She may not trust him, but she knew that he was most likely the only thing that could stop Kurong. If she needed to see Occam again, she’d make sure to let him in. What did she see with the ring? Occam hoped it was the monster, that way she could understand how important it was to stop Kurong. Kurong was planning on unleashing a monster that would stop at nothing to kill all of humanity, casting a shadow on the earth that would never be lifted. She needed to understand that.
Occam emerged from the motel room two hours later with a smile on his face. He looked up into the night sky. Dawn was still a few hours away so there was time to go back to Cordelia’s house for a visit. He was back in a good mood. Marie turned out to be an inconvenience but he at least knew that there was one less person standing in between Kurong and himself. Who knows, maybe she was him most powerful follower. If that was the case then things might be a lot easier than he expected. He didn’t really believe that but one can hope.
He looked down at his hands and arms. Color had spread over his body and he was looking better. He always looked and felt better after a bite to eat. Energy coursed through his veins and the wounds from the fight where a distant memory. Anyone passing by would think he was any other normal person out for a stroll. He walked back towards downtown, smelling the air and the complexity of the different scents.
He walked by a nightclub and saw the petite brunette and her friends leaving. The wind blew and once again he could smell her perfume. He looked at her and he noticed she was looking at him. Those small white teeth flashed at him again and she walked over. He smiled back but was cursing himself inside. He gave a slight bow and she giggled.
“Hello there, how are you this wonderful evening,” He said.
She giggled again and blushed.
“Hi, I’m doing just fine thank you,” She said.
He looked past her for a moment noticing the other ladies in the group. The short blonde was holding a cup in her hand and talking very loudly. From the looks of it she was very intoxicated. The platinum blonde was holding her up and appeared to be quite disgusted. It was her turn to scowl.
“It appears your friend is having a very good time,” He said.
She turned back just in time to see the short blonde vomit on the taller one’s shoes.
“Yeah, Chelsey’s having a great time.”
She laughed and the sound was warm and endearing.
“I haven’t seen you here before, do you come down here often?”
She laughed again and blushed.
“Listen to me, here I am saying that line. I thought that was a favorite of guys.”
Occam laughed this time.
“My name’s Kaitlin.”
She put out her hand to shake.
“Mine’s Francois, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
He shook her hand. I was small and soft and felt very warm. He imagined what these hands would feel like all over his body. He smiled again.
“Francois, there’s a name you don’t here every day,” She said.
“You’re right, it’s not very common. Kaitlin is a very pretty name, it suits you well.”
She blushed again and flashed those small white teeth.
“It sounds French, are you from France?”
“Yes I was born and raised in Paris.”
“Most people from France have an accent but you don’t.”
“I must have lost it on the plane.”
She laughed again.
“I must admit it has been some time since I’ve been back home. What about you, are you from Florida?”
“Yes, I’m from Ft. Lauderdale. I’m up here for school, I go to UCF.”
“Ah, I see.”
She glanced back at her friends. The tall blonde was motioning to her. Kaitlin held up a finger to her and turned back. She reached into her purse and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote something on the paper and handed it to Occam.
“I need to get back to my friends. Give me a call sometime and maybe we can get a drink.”
“A drink would be very nice,” He said, smiling at her.
She blushed again and put a wisp of hair behind her ear. She turned and walked back to her friends. He sighed.
“Never turn your back on a tiger my dear, it makes it want to attack,” He whispered to himself.
He watched her walk away and shook his head, thinking about all the little curves of her body. He watched her hips sway back and forth and the way the tight skirt hugged her. He took a deep breath and let her smell rise into his nostrils. She smelled good, wonderful in fact. He let the air out and sighed again. He continued walking down the street and made his way to Cordelia’s house. He walked past a garbage can and put the paper with Kaitlin’s number in it.
“If only things were different, love,” He thought.
He knocked on the motel door and Nikki answered. She reached her hand out and brought him inside.
“Where’s Marie,” She asked.
“Ah, Marie, she has decided to forgo an evening with us. Such a pity, I was looking forward to, well nevermind.”
He smiled serenely at Nikki.
“But of course, that means there’s more time to focus on you my dear.”
She blushed.
“May I get cleaned up first,” He asked.
“Of course! Do you want some company?”
“That would be splendid.”
Occam thought about taking his time with Nikki. Now that Marie was dead and Cordelia was safe for the most part, there was no need to rush back to her and William. He saw the measures that they took to make sure that Kurong would not be able to harm them and they were good ones.
“The rose oil was particularly good, most people forget that wild roses work against vampires,” He thought.
“The only thing is how would I get past them and into her house?”
He thought about that for some time. She may not trust him, but she knew that he was most likely the only thing that could stop Kurong. If she needed to see Occam again, she’d make sure to let him in. What did she see with the ring? Occam hoped it was the monster, that way she could understand how important it was to stop Kurong. Kurong was planning on unleashing a monster that would stop at nothing to kill all of humanity, casting a shadow on the earth that would never be lifted. She needed to understand that.
Occam emerged from the motel room two hours later with a smile on his face. He looked up into the night sky. Dawn was still a few hours away so there was time to go back to Cordelia’s house for a visit. He was back in a good mood. Marie turned out to be an inconvenience but he at least knew that there was one less person standing in between Kurong and himself. Who knows, maybe she was him most powerful follower. If that was the case then things might be a lot easier than he expected. He didn’t really believe that but one can hope.
He looked down at his hands and arms. Color had spread over his body and he was looking better. He always looked and felt better after a bite to eat. Energy coursed through his veins and the wounds from the fight where a distant memory. Anyone passing by would think he was any other normal person out for a stroll. He walked back towards downtown, smelling the air and the complexity of the different scents.
He walked by a nightclub and saw the petite brunette and her friends leaving. The wind blew and once again he could smell her perfume. He looked at her and he noticed she was looking at him. Those small white teeth flashed at him again and she walked over. He smiled back but was cursing himself inside. He gave a slight bow and she giggled.
“Hello there, how are you this wonderful evening,” He said.
She giggled again and blushed.
“Hi, I’m doing just fine thank you,” She said.
He looked past her for a moment noticing the other ladies in the group. The short blonde was holding a cup in her hand and talking very loudly. From the looks of it she was very intoxicated. The platinum blonde was holding her up and appeared to be quite disgusted. It was her turn to scowl.
“It appears your friend is having a very good time,” He said.
She turned back just in time to see the short blonde vomit on the taller one’s shoes.
“Yeah, Chelsey’s having a great time.”
She laughed and the sound was warm and endearing.
“I haven’t seen you here before, do you come down here often?”
She laughed again and blushed.
“Listen to me, here I am saying that line. I thought that was a favorite of guys.”
Occam laughed this time.
“My name’s Kaitlin.”
She put out her hand to shake.
“Mine’s Francois, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
He shook her hand. I was small and soft and felt very warm. He imagined what these hands would feel like all over his body. He smiled again.
“Francois, there’s a name you don’t here every day,” She said.
“You’re right, it’s not very common. Kaitlin is a very pretty name, it suits you well.”
She blushed again and flashed those small white teeth.
“It sounds French, are you from France?”
“Yes I was born and raised in Paris.”
“Most people from France have an accent but you don’t.”
“I must have lost it on the plane.”
She laughed again.
“I must admit it has been some time since I’ve been back home. What about you, are you from Florida?”
“Yes, I’m from Ft. Lauderdale. I’m up here for school, I go to UCF.”
“Ah, I see.”
She glanced back at her friends. The tall blonde was motioning to her. Kaitlin held up a finger to her and turned back. She reached into her purse and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote something on the paper and handed it to Occam.
“I need to get back to my friends. Give me a call sometime and maybe we can get a drink.”
“A drink would be very nice,” He said, smiling at her.
She blushed again and put a wisp of hair behind her ear. She turned and walked back to her friends. He sighed.
“Never turn your back on a tiger my dear, it makes it want to attack,” He whispered to himself.
He watched her walk away and shook his head, thinking about all the little curves of her body. He watched her hips sway back and forth and the way the tight skirt hugged her. He took a deep breath and let her smell rise into his nostrils. She smelled good, wonderful in fact. He let the air out and sighed again. He continued walking down the street and made his way to Cordelia’s house. He walked past a garbage can and put the paper with Kaitlin’s number in it.
“If only things were different, love,” He thought.
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