What Lingers in the Darkness (open)
The lights that ran across the marquee gave the place a feel of old Hollywood. Tonight was a showing of the ballet 'Don Quixote'. People came from a ways just to see one of the more famous ballets, She was never a big fan of the movie house or the opera. Ballet held her heart, mesmerizing her with its graceful beauty. A corseted red satin gown graced her body with flowing material that gave her a look of elegance. The dark brown tresses of hair had been softly curled and lay down her back. Her ample bust emphasized her shape in the gorgeous dress. Nessa made a mental note to thank Mrs. Panini for lending it to her. The hallways of the theater seemed endless as she searched for her box seat. Tonight she could forget about the sword that was hanging above her head. Nessa was being hunted by the Bonanno family, specifically Andrew Bonanno II. No one takes rejection well, especially a spoiled rich mob son that has never heard the word 'no' in his life. She had met Andrew while she was working at the Museum of the City of New York. Nessa was in charge of new requisitions for the museum and verifying their provenance. He quickly became obsessive, not taking her rejection for reality. He even told people that they were engaged at one point. He became violent after the first three weeks of her rejection, landing a few slaps on her. When came into her office, laying a gun on her desk that she knew it was time to run. She had no family left anymore, no one to miss her. No one would help her at first. The bastard had poisoned her reputation in the community. It took some sway from a friend high up in the justice system to get Andrew delayed long enough for her to disappear.
The first town wasn't as isolated as she needed it to be. Andrew found her within a month. He and his boys had sneaked into her apartment in the middle of the night. Andrew demanded that she accept his marriage proposal or she'd regret it. If it hadn't been for a few town drunks that were pissing on Andrew's car, she might not have made it. With nothing more than her purse and a few necessary items that she had kept in the trunk, Nessa found her next home. She lived in this small town under the name of Katie Benton, teaching history to the 7th graders. Nessa had been there for 8 months now and the ticket to the ballet was a gift from the kids for her birthday. It made her smile that those kids thought that much of her. Tonight was about entertainment, a rime to relax and let the music bring her to heaven again. Tonight she wasn't allowed to think of what she feared and would only think of living. It was a tough situation though, being alone and she was feeling more than a little frustrated. Andrew had reeked havoc on anyone that showed a glimmer of interest in her. She soon gave up on dating anyone in fear of his retribution.
Nessa looked at her ticket, checking the signs above the doors, looking for her box seat. She finally found it at the very end and went through the doors. It looked empty which made her happy. She didn't feel like making the necessary small talk during the show and she wouldn't feel at ease with someone next to her. She sat in the seat she was assigned, looking down at the stage which was bare at this point. The people were taking their seats and she could hear the soft noise of conversation in the crowds. As the show began and the music flowed through the air, Nessa noticed very little going on around her. For once she wasn't on hyper alert for some sign of Andrew and it felt good to be normal even if it was for a little while. She hummed along to the music and watched the dancers glide across the stage. Nessa watched as the Don's obsession came to life. Her black eyes stared off into the darkness in the back of her. She was still a little afraid of what lingered in the shadows. Maybe it was just her paranoia getting the best of her.