09-15-2015, 07:58 AM
The black became memories. Memories that brought more darkness. The rush, the joy, the complete satisfaction of her desires. There was a moment of peace in that black just before hands wrapped around her neck and oxygen started to become precious.
A distinct weight on her chest made Aria pop open her eyes. She stared up at the man who'd hit her. In the seconds of realization Aria took her shields down. She remembered the last man who had tried to kill her in a similar fashion with longing - his weapon of choice a small paring knife.
The memory let the remaining barriers down. She knew it wasn't Dane. But the situation was so very similar, so familiar - like a dark dream come true. But she let her emotions flood from her body, from every pore. It wasn't one specific thing that she sent him; she sent him everything. The man downstairs who was frustrated. It was Nox across the street depressed and angry and concerned all at the same time. How long had she been out? He wasn't rushing in yet so it couldn't have been long. But the thought rushed away with each emotion that fled her body.
There was the doorman and the front desk clerk, and the people in the cafe around the corner. And the buildings full of people that were in range of her senses. But most of all it was her emotions. The fear and pain the girls from the dungeon had felt. The love for Lucas, the friendship with Nox, and the longing that Dane invoked - the darkness that pushed at her. The darkness she kept; she held it tight like a child would a favorite stuffed toy.
The darkness was hers. She didn't give this impostor herself like she had Dane, but she pushed everything else at him. She didn't hold back. In the light in the back of her head Aria saw Dane and her unwillingness to kill the man when she had the chance. He was dangerous but her obsession had gotten in the way.
She smirked at the man with his hands around her neck. Aria wanted to speak but gasping for air was the only option. It was only moments since the strangulation had begun but she was starting to feel its effects.
The memories flooded in with each breath not taken - unspoken dreams, things of darkness, things she'd thought she'd lost or moved past rushed back inside. Things a glance had started. A choice. Her choice. And the man who started it all. This man would not get the same chance at life as Dane did. Aria didn't care if he killed Aurora anymore; she was going to kill him, but first...
A distinct weight on her chest made Aria pop open her eyes. She stared up at the man who'd hit her. In the seconds of realization Aria took her shields down. She remembered the last man who had tried to kill her in a similar fashion with longing - his weapon of choice a small paring knife.
The memory let the remaining barriers down. She knew it wasn't Dane. But the situation was so very similar, so familiar - like a dark dream come true. But she let her emotions flood from her body, from every pore. It wasn't one specific thing that she sent him; she sent him everything. The man downstairs who was frustrated. It was Nox across the street depressed and angry and concerned all at the same time. How long had she been out? He wasn't rushing in yet so it couldn't have been long. But the thought rushed away with each emotion that fled her body.
There was the doorman and the front desk clerk, and the people in the cafe around the corner. And the buildings full of people that were in range of her senses. But most of all it was her emotions. The fear and pain the girls from the dungeon had felt. The love for Lucas, the friendship with Nox, and the longing that Dane invoked - the darkness that pushed at her. The darkness she kept; she held it tight like a child would a favorite stuffed toy.
The darkness was hers. She didn't give this impostor herself like she had Dane, but she pushed everything else at him. She didn't hold back. In the light in the back of her head Aria saw Dane and her unwillingness to kill the man when she had the chance. He was dangerous but her obsession had gotten in the way.
She smirked at the man with his hands around her neck. Aria wanted to speak but gasping for air was the only option. It was only moments since the strangulation had begun but she was starting to feel its effects.
The memories flooded in with each breath not taken - unspoken dreams, things of darkness, things she'd thought she'd lost or moved past rushed back inside. Things a glance had started. A choice. Her choice. And the man who started it all. This man would not get the same chance at life as Dane did. Aria didn't care if he killed Aurora anymore; she was going to kill him, but first...