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[quote][b]Kat (Nov 18, 2001 04:43 p.m.):[/b] She slept soundly, and for the first time in countless years she had no nightmares to disturb her peace, no dreams to tease her from her rest. She slept soundly, sprawled across the bed instead of huddled frightened, and when the lights clicked on, she was warm and content to never move again. And then she realized she was alone. Her eyes snapped open instantly, soft and dim until the emptiness of the room bore down on her, and then they sharpened, narrowed, and she fought against the tangle of blankets to sit up. Curls fell across her face and she brushed them away with an impatient gesture, her gaze flicking around the room with all the desperate seeking of a wild animal caught in a trap. Nothing. He was not in her bed, he was not kneeling before her, and the only trace that dispelled the fear it was a dream and reassured his presence was the faint lingering scent that clung to her pillow and made her tremble. It hadn't been a dream, but why had he left? Where was he? Kat kicked the sheets from herself clumsily and tumbled out of bed, landing on the floor with a muffled hiss as she continued to look for him. She knew he couldn't possibly be hiding anywhere in the tiny space, but still she searched, fumbling and praying for any sign to indicate that he would be right back, that he would return. She found none. Her whimper deepened into a growl, and she snarled angrily and threw her fallen dagger against the door. [i]Four years for only one night, and now you leave me again![/i] She managed to stand, but it hurt to do so, and she had glanced down to glare at herself when she noticed the bruises on her stomach, the marks on her arms, and her fingers gingerly touched the brands upon her throat. It made her angry, [i]so[/i] very angry; how [i]dare[/i] he come and mark her and disappear again. She rubbed her face roughly, pressing her hands over her closed eyes, when an unfamiliar stinging cold brushed her cheek, and she froze. What... she slowly brought her hands away from her face, afraid to find out what was there, and it took an effort to open her eyes to see. When she finally realized what encircled her finger, what was as cold and bright as the blade of her dagger, those emerald eyes flashed gold and she made a choked sound of disbelief and amazement. It wasn't [i]her[/i] ring. It was... Kat stared at the band in wonder, in awe, the lights of the room glinting icily from its surface. Minutes passed but all she could do was stare, until her knees began to shake and she was forced to sit on the edge of her bunk. Her eyes flicked toward the door, hoping he'd appear, and she was beginning to search for him again when the blinking message light on her desk caught her attention. Once more she stumbled from the bed, her hands trembling as she logged in and read the missive. [i]Meet me tonight...[/i] No instinct or experience she'd lived with could have taught her how to cope with such emotions, and Kat had no artifice in place to remind her to remain calm, to tell her that love was real and safe. She had only known rough possession over Jax, and the reason she fought him constantly and hated him always was because she was so very fearful that he did not love her in return. With Mode, she knew he did... but it was too difficult after so long to leave behind her way of life and trust in his word. The only way she knew how to ensure that he could never leave her was to kill him, but at that she'd failed. This was his way of doing the same, and Kat almost wished she could run, but knew she never could. He belonged to her as much as she belonged to him, and she was going to have to accept it. She knew where'd she find him, and she wanted to go there right that very instant. She couldn't wait, because she was afraid that he might change his mind, that she might wake from this dream... or that she'd come to her senses and wear the blade instead of the band. But mostly, she was afraid he would somehow be taken from her again before he could make his promise eternal. She dressed hurriedly, her movements without their usual grace as she awkwardly laced her boots and straightened her uniform. Her scheduled orientation into her division was in less than an hour, but it never once crossed her mind. There were more important matters to ponder over and focus on. Those matters all had the same name. [i]Mode...[/i] The door to her room slid open and she was up and ready to attack him and demand he sanctify their bond with their blood when she realized the figure standing there was not her lover. It was the last person in the world she wanted to see, and the bruises on his face and the furious glare in his serpentine eyes told her that blood was to be spilled, if it hadn't already been, but it would not be for love. "D... daddy? What did you do?! Where is Mode?!"[/quote]
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