Evil

[sombrablanca]

Kyra might be surprised at how he feels about Seventh Heaven. He doesn't think of the word home in the same way she is. For him it is mixed. He likes it here. Decent food, someone to guard his shit, shit worth guarding. But mainly home is a place to toss his shit. Its been too long since he knew what a real home is. Unlike her place though no one will bust in. There is a doorman/bouncer at each of Seventh Heaven's entrances.

If nothing else they are a great slowing tactic if anyone comes looking for him. The moment anyone caught on about him he'd be out the door, down the road and setting up again. He has yet to get caught and knows himself well enough he probably won't. Just like if she does somethingf so stupid he can not fix. He'll be gone before she knows what happened. Thorn doesn't stick his neck out for anyone.

Just like no one does for him. His parents did but they are gone. The person assigned to take care of him and protect his assets after his parents died hated him. Had Thorn not realized, not been feeding off it the whole time he'd probably be fucked right now. Instead Thorn has fucked people for the resources he has. he uses them til they are dried up, having nothing he needs then leaves them behind. He has a feeling Kyra will be the same. She could be a long term investment. She will certainly amuse him while she is useful he is sure.

As he thinks along those lines he realizes that if this goes south he should kill her. It'll be off her or disappear. He'd rather keep Seventh Heaven. He put a lot of effort into acquiring it and everything in it. He has never gone the murder route before. He hasn't had to. He has always been able to scare people off. Now he'll have to try just for that rush. He wonders how to do it. Maybe trick her into walking into traffic. Or a fall down an elevator well in front of witnesses. Do it in a way no one will suspect. Or she could disappear.

She is noticeable but not in a get to know you or remember you way. Most seem to just want to forget she exists. Which is one thing that helps her but his backup plan will be easier for it. She will just disappear. She seems the type. Suffocate her, pack up her shit, sink her in the lake or something. Do it when she is asleep. He could suffuse her dream with illusions to keep her calm. He's found he can manipulate people better when they are asleep. The things he could generate in his "guardian" while the guy was sleeping and dreaming were amazing.

He follows her down and out, tapping her shoulder when she starts to go out. He casts illusion on both of them. They appear as a couple in their early 20s, average. No one avoids em, no one looks at them funkily. They just appear to be a happily in love couple. He stays close to make it easier though the illusion of himself is rather larger than he is. They get to Frankie's without incident. He changes the image in people's minds so she looks average, around the age he appears. He leaves her mostly as is, but kills the evil odd vibe. He's his normal gothy self.

"Hey Frankie! Taking a booth for two. I'll take my usual. We'll tell you what the lady here wants in a minute or two." Frankie looks up with a grin, seesThorn with a girl and decides to tease Thorn a little. "Heyas. There's a shock Thorn. Finally got a girlfriend? You never bring girls in here man. She fits you too. Perfect looking couple." He waves to her then as well before turning to put Thorn's onion rings into the deep fryer and start on the steak and cheese for him as well.

Thorn hits his normal corner booth, thinking. He has never actually brought anyone here? He'd have sworn he had. He thinks back. Nope Never. He comes here once a week or so. Frankie makes the best steak and cheeses in town. He looks up at Kyra abd smiles kinda softly. "Huh. He's right." Then he gets that smartassness back. "He will never let it go now. Probably ask where you are any time I come in. He'll never let it go. Now I can't come back without you. If we part ways I can never get the best steak in town again. What have I gotten myself into eh?" He grins sardonically.

 

[La_Reina]

Kyra follows Thorn oblivious to his thoughts. They weren't talking much which was fine with her. She was committing the route to memory and thinking about if she remembered if there were one or two bedrooms in his place? How many bathrooms? Was there a key she'll need? Does that mean she'll always have free access to the club? Was there another entrance? Is there a club fee she'll have to pay? Does she get free drinks? What days were the club open? How late? Was she going to kill someone because she got annoyed they wouldn't shut the fuck up?

All these thoughts so that when they entered the pizza parlor Kyra was still unusually quiet. She didn't realize an illusion was on her and with Frankie said she was 'perfect' for Thorn she stopped dead in her tracks. What did he mean? She glanced around and no one was giving her a wide berth. Hell people weren't even looking at her. It was almost as though she was normal and this was a sigh of relief. Maybe people like her was a common occurance.

Kyra followed Thorn to the booth and she smiled at his words. "Aww then I guess you betta not piss me off." She laughed and picked up the menu. It was one of those shiny plastic ones where you can kinda see a reflection. Kyra began tilting the menu left and right trying to get a better reflection of her. Something was off. She looked like her, but something seemed different.

"Heya, babe with Thorn. What cha' ordering?"

Kyra didn't look up as she was still trying to figure out what was missing. "Same as him."

"No prob."

"Thorn?" Kyra looked at Thorn and that was all that she said. It was an innocent question and one she was sure he knew the answer to. What the fuck was different with her?

 

[sombrablanca]

Thorn watches her slight confusion, seeing the emotions flit across her face and savors them, letting them roll across his palate. He does not say anything til she says his name questioningly though. "I just made you....Kinda how I see you? I love the vibe you give off. For most youre just a little too black. Your features are too ingrained. You kind of scream "different" without trying. I just smoothed it out a little. Mainly I just masked your, for lack of a better word, vibe. Even for people who can not do what I do sort of feel the emotions of others, feel who they are."

Thorn quiets when Frankie comes with their orders. He thinks as he chews, obviously enjoying the peach shake, onion rings and steak and cheese sandwich. "Most people's vibes are relatively similar. Though theres a wide variety and some people obviously clash its all similar enough. You just scream leave me alone, get away, or you'll die. Partly it's that you are different and people do not like different. Partly...People dont wanna die just yet? Theres always the ones who prove Darwin's theory. However." He shrugs, taking another bite with a small smile.

"I negated that. I changed how people see you. Right now you come off as normal. I'm not sure how exactly I do it either. It's kinda like people's brains and nerves are levers I can work. Like a vending machine. I do certain things, food comes out. What I do know, I can cast an illusion that anyone and everyone nearby who comes into range interacts with. Like I have on you. These last to about a mile away from me before they disappear. Or I can mess with your mind directly, change what you see, feel, hear, taste, smell."

He shrugs, offering her an onion ring from the large basket. "Relax, enjoy it I guess? I try to stay small, unnoticed. You are like a beacon. I'm just fulfilling my part of our partnership. When we're alone or hunting or whatever I may make some changes but I'll leave that. But for now it's better not to freak people out." Frankie's is at a lull, no one right near by to hear the conversation. It's the only reason Thorn exsplains so thoroughly.

 

[La_Reina]

Kyra watches him and tries to read him. She doesn't know him enough, but she's getting the feeling he's getting something from this. Maybe that's the way he looks when he's 'eating' emotions or whatever he said he ate on again. So he could eat off her and it wasn't draining. Than again it wasn't like he was trying to suck her emotions. The difference being like he was eating the leftover she was throwing out and not trying to take anything from her. Than another thought: could he do that?

As Thorn explained Kyra was kinda stuck on how he sees her. He doesn't see her as some scary abnormal chick. Than again he was the one who could siphon emotions and make people see things that wasn't there. So maybe she wasn't that odd to him. Though she liked how he explained her ''vibe''. She had always wondered why she couldn't make friends. Why she couldn't seem to just blend in or fit in. Where as Thorn could be looked over if he wanted she was almost always noticed.

Thorn continued talking only pausing when their food was brought out to them. She looked over all the food and knew she couldn't eat all this. She should have asked Thorn what he had ordered. She took a bite of the sandwhich and it was good. She never tasted anything like it before. It was truly delicious. She nodded her head to say how good it was while she continued listening to how he does what he does. It was truly fascinating and it helped her understand him just that much more.

"It's kinda ... like a relief." She shrugged. It was hard to explain what it feels like when you walk into a room and people stop and look at you some staring. When you know that you're ingrained in their brains and not in a positive light. That she attracted bad men seemingly to scream that she was some sort of challenge to them OR she got the opposite reaction the 'your not wanted here' reaction. Either way both piss her off and she tended to reverting to killing everyone. "Thank you," she mumbled quietly as she returns to her food.

Kyra has more than half of her meal packaged for later and she graciously lets Thorn pay for their meal. As their walking out of the small restaurant she leads the way. As they walk in a comfortable silence she leads him towards the scary part of town. No one bothers her here, but she can see people looking at her differently now. "Give me back me. Give me back my vibe. We'll need it here."

 

[sombrablanca]

Thorn smiles. "Oh this part of town....I remember this part of town." He drops the shield from around Kyra, like dropping a cloth. He changes as well, the gangly way too young teen growing, hardening, radiating an aura to match her own. This isn't something he'd thought to try before. It is a standing illusion, so its one Kyra can feel too.

He grins, watching people scurry out of their way. They do nothing but the wrongness pouring from the two is kind of overwhelming. Even the gangbangers shy away, a few going for weaponry til a little voice comes from behind them saying "I wouldn't do that..." Then they look up. They see Thorn's image waggling his finger in a "nonono" kind of motion. Along the whole way, he never does more. "Ya know I could have a moving van come to do this. Have them meet us there. And they send guys to do the lifting. Or do you just not have much? And had I known you wanted to go this far, coulda taken the GTO"

 

[La_Reina]

Kyra looks to Thorn and does a double take. Gone is the punk rocker. The guy next to her looks bad ass and just seems to radiate trouble or You-don't-wanna-fuck-with-me attitude. She actually liked it. She felt some sort of sick thrill when she glances at him and couldn't hlep thinking what sex would be with this man.

Where the hell did that thoought come from? Kyra stopped and looked at Thorn staring hard. After a few moments she could see past the illusion. Kyra nodded and turned into the apartment behind them. "Yeah I don't have much shit. People keep stealing stuff, but I do have a secret stash." Kyra led the way up the stairs to the 4th floor and just kicked in the 3rd door down.

She walked in and levitated herself to the ceiling to a crack. She poked her finger around pulled out $100 after $100 after $100 until she pulled out over $5,000. She had years to work up her little stash, it wasn't much but enough. She went to a bag and tossed the money in while throwing in various pieces of clothes. All her things fit into one small gym bag. "Alright, let's go."

 

[sombrablanca]

Thorn heads back to his place with her, masking her again as they get to the nicer side of town. Just a couple goth punk wannabes walking together. He lets her in, where the bartender nods again, saying the usual company was on it, for double time. Thorn grins. It's fairly cheap for a middle of the night rush job. It'll still be quality too.

He returns upstairs, leading her to the room next to his. There is a connecting bathroom between the two. "If you need me knock. Unless its open the come on in. Shared bathroom. Just lock the door from the bathroom side if youre in there. Anything else...Do w/e. Just keep it semi clean and intact."

He lets her put her things away. He goes to the living room, turning on the ps3 as he grabs the bowl hidden just above it. He starts playing God of War 3 and getting blazed, wanting to chill a while since its getting really late. He offers her the bowl when she enters. "Or you could use the hookah, ventilator or bong."

 

[La_Reina]

Kyra walks quietly as they go back to Thorn's place. He saw what kind of cash she has. Sure he probably has more, his own place, but it still a pretty penny and he might try to take it from her. She fought him in the club and his illusions were good very good. If she doesn't concentrate she could get caught up that it was real when she knew it wasn't.

When they got into his... our apartment he leads her to her room and she couldn't help noticing that it was bigger than her room they had just came from. She puts her things away and walks into the main room where Thorn was. "Nah, I'm going to use the shower."

Kyra walks back to the bathroom and turns on the water totally forgetting about the double lock thing. The water is hot and she sighs as she gets in. It had been a while since she had a hot shower.

 

[sombrablanca]

"Ok." Thorn can't help thinking about the naked Kyra in his shower. Most times any woman taking a shower in his apartment would be taking one with him. He would not need to imagine. He keeps smoking and playing, thoughts of her slowly filtering through his brain./ It's been a good 20 or 30 minutes when he gets up, needing to piss. Kyra is almost totally forgotten at this point. He really has to piss and the shower is quiet.

Its after he opens the door he hears the shower again. "Hey, gotta piss! I'll be in and out. " He says, unzipping his fly. He doesn't hear a response. Thorn hopes she heard, but if not, oh well. He returns to thinking of her wet and naked. He pictures the suds sliding down her nubile body as he takes a leak.

 

[La_Reina]

Kyra soaks in the water and after determining that the hot water was not going to run out she decides to wash her hair. The suds are in her ears and she scratching her scalp clearing all the dirt and muck from her locks. Much needed. She doesn't hear Thorn. She rinses her hair and squeezes it tight getting all the water out. She turns off the water and opens the curtains to see Thorn.

She presses out with her powers and forgets they don't work on the ass. She couldn't even push him backwards into the wall. Instead she has to do the girlie thing and turn her back while pushing the curtain back to hide her figure. "Can you hand me the fucking towel?"

She receives the towel and wraps it around her. She steps out and looks at him. "Don't say nothing. Nothing. It never happened." She goes into her room and closes the door locking it. She begins drying off embarassed and just a little turned on.

 

[sombrablanca]

Thorn hears the rustle of the shower curtain. He looks over of course. His jaw drops slightly. She is rather gorgeous under her clothes, properly cleaned. He hands her the towel silently, passing it through the curtain. He nods at her words, not saying a single thing. He still stares at her ass as she walks by. He feels her irritation, and a little arousal. The irritation is way stronger. It's mostly controlled so maybe his place is safe. Nothing is on fire at least. He isn't writhing in pain from a kick or punch.

Was there a sway to her hips when she left? No...Just wishful thinking. He gets another voltage, pouring it into the bottom of his bong. He lights it up, enjoying the taste of the soda and pot. His mind is only half on the game, picturing Kyra drying off, getting to bed. The more he burns the more he enjoys the thoughts. He is not stupid enough to act on them though.

 

[La_Reina]

Kyra tries to stamp the feelings of excitement, embarassment, and horniess that's coursing through her. He could tell what she's feeling and she'll rather slice her throat than let him know. She inwarldly checks herself and sighs. No, he shouldn't be able to feel her, but damn if that wasn't something. Who would have thought she was an exhibitionist? She saw his look and only a few guys had looked at her like that once they were able to get past that thing that made her a freak. Usually it didn't last long. Like Thorn had explained something about her screams danger.

She puts on a shirt that reaches mid thigh and suddenly she's thirsty. She's not sure if she's really thirsty or wants to see that look again. She decides she will not go back out and lays on the bed; on top of the covers finding it too warm to get under them yet. She turns off the light using her powers and closes her eyes.

 

[sombrablanca]

Thorn behaves himself for an hour or two. Then his own darker tendencies make an appearance. He reaches out, slipping into her dreams, reading her emotions. He is trying to figure out if he can get away with it. Phantom hands slide under her clothing, tracing over her form. Or at least the sensation of them. He judges her reactions by her emotional state. He adds and adds to the sensations, so that at any one point a third of her nerves are being stimulated. He does not hit any of her erogenous zones yet though, staying away from her tits and pussy.

 

[La_Reina]

Kyra is fast asleep, dreaming. Suddenly her dreams becomes hot. She moans lightly never having truly felt a caress. She has a boyfriend, in her dream, a guy who's face she doesn't see. He's leaning over her to close to make out his features, but she's concentrating on his hands. His hands she prefers if they were slightly calloused, rough, to show he's been through hell along with her. They're tracing her arms, thighs, chest, but doesn't touch what she wants.

Lust is all she can feel and it fills the apartment. She's still deeply asleep, but she wants more to happen. All she can do in the dream is hope and see if it does.

 

[sombrablanca]

The game is forgotten, screen blinking at him as his character is eviscerated. He stares at it blankly, seeing nothing. His attention is focused inwards, on what he can feel from the other room. He drinks in her lust, savoring it's unique taste. It's sharp, violent, yet oddly...innocent, sweet, like it's rather new. It tastes kind of like a Mayan chocolate with an extremely high quality pure chocolate and very fresh pungent spices. It is very very good. He could taste this every day and still enjoy it.

He changes the sensations he is sending her. Its as if a tiny warm breeze flows over her skin, soft breaths of air combined with the scrape of teeth, the soft touches of fingertips turning to the scoring of nails. From what he's feeling her body doesn't seem to have much defense when she's asleep. A mark or two appear on her body, very faint, very light, probably gone by morning, but there none the less. He doesn't know it, unable to see or hear in the room. He'd be shocked if he could. First the water, now this.

He continues for a good half hour, teasing her senses in any way he can think of mixing pain and pleasure, heat and cold, softness and roughness before a stray thought enters his mind. He probably should stop. He's lost track of time. She could wake up. The sensations stutter, falter, the touches there then not erratically for a minute or two while his concentration wavers.