Her
slender hands wrapped around the old iron rods of the front
gates, her head laying against them as she released a weary
sigh. She closed her emerald eyes in thought, images and
questions racing through her mind tirelessly. Anallee shook
herself back to reality, opening the gates slowly and entering
the long driveway to the mansion. She stopped halfway, watching
as a young woman approached her from the house. The woman's
steps were defiant, her long, crimson hair blowing back
over her shoulders with the force of the fall wind. Her
pale blue eyes shown brightly from her face, her black stilletto knee boots and black wrap dress hugged her slender body
and round stomach. Anallee chuckled to herself, noticing
how large she was getting. She poked fun silently at the
woman, then felt a moment's worth of guilt. She shook it
off as the woman approached, standing cold against the black
night. The smell of lavender and honey rose up through the
air, biting at Anallee's senses. She crossed her arms over
her chest lightly, her black tank top hugging closer to
her body. Her worn, low rise jeans rode low on her slender
hips. Raynee stopped in front of her, smirking as she took
in Anallee for a moment. She stared at her dark crimson
hair, letting her pale eyes travel to Ana's young, weary
features of her face.
"How's the baby?" Ana began, her words falling
softly from her lips. "Fine, thank you." Raynee's
reply was short, almost cold. Ana shook her head slowly,
biting at her bottom lip in thought. She looked down into
Raynee's eyes, staring at her a moment before speaking once
more. "That's good, especially since it doesn't even
know it's father," she smirked, her eyes growing a
cool green color. Raynee frowned softly at her, gazing towards
the ground as she ran a hand along her stomach protectively.
"I told you already Anallee, Loeki is the father."
Ana cocked her head to one side, gazing at her a moment
before speaking, "Is that who you want it to be, or
just what you're telling everyone now?" Raynee looked
up at her, a glare seen in her eyes, but she did not reply.
Ana chuckled softly, grabbing Raynee's hand and lifting
it to her face. She stared at the wedding ring a moment,
then released her hand and smirked. "So protective
over someone who treats you like dirt. You're not good enough
to sleep in the same room as him, and he lets you know that,
right?" Raynee did not reply once again, keeping her
gaze on the ground as her hair swept past her face gently.
"Let me guess, he came to you one night, promising
to give you everything you have ever wanted, asking to have
another child with you," she chuckled a little harder
now, shaking her head slightly, "You're so gullable,
Raynee. What do you think he wants? It's not you, you're
simply another whore to him. Think about it." Raynee
spun the ring on her finger a moment, finally looking up
to Anallee. "What do you want, Ana? Did you come here
out of concern or jealousy?" she asked coldly, having
heard enough. "I want the truth, Raynee. I want to
know if this could be Epic's child," her reply held
a sense of pain, yet her face showed no emotions. Raynee
shook her head slightly, releasing a low, soft sigh, "I
slept with Epic before Loeki, but I didn't know Loeki would
ask me for another child. You obviously know how imperfect
my life is, everyone does, so I don't think I need to give
you a reason." Anallee looked away, taken back by the
revelation. She knew it had been true, but as the words
were spoken, she suddenly found herself not wanting to believe
it.
"I gave you too much credit once, Raynee," she
spoke, her words falling painfully on the quiet night, "You
were a whore and will continue to remain one." Raynee
looked away with shame in her face, shaking her head softly,
"I didn't know it would hurt anyone but me. I didn't
know you felt so strongly about Epic." "I don't,"
Ana lied, fighting back emotions that rose from within.
She turned quickly, walking back towards the gates. Raynee
watched as she left, her figure becoming nothing more than
a dark shadow as Ana hurried back to her new home. She wiped
a shakey hand across her cheek, catching the tear that had
fallen from her pale blue eyes. She turned and stopped abruptly
as she bumped into someone. His chest was broad and strong,
his large hand grabbing her roughly by the shoulder. He
stared down at her behind dark sunglasses, his dirty blonde
hair falling across his eyes with the wind. She gasped slightly,
backing away from him. "What did you tell her?"
he asked authoritively, his German accent hanging thickly
along each word. Raynee shook her head as she spoke, "Nothing...I
didn't tell her anything." His mouth formed into a
hard frown, his hand gripping her shoulder tighter, "Don't
play games with me, bitch. What did you tell her?!"
She winced under the pressure, "I told her the truth,
Epic." "What truth?" he asked, his voice
showing hints of frustration and fear. "I told her
about us, what we did," she replied hurriedly. He released
her shoulder and turned away from Raynee, his hand rubbing
across his coarse face. He turned back to face her, anger
shown in his blue eyes from behind the dark glasses. "That's
not my baby and you know it!" he snapped, stepping
closer to her. Raynee stood still, wanting to run, but not
wanting him to see her fear. "I don't want it to be
your's, Epic! You know that I regret that night just as
much as you do," she snapped back. He shook his head,
throwing up his hands in disgust as he pushed past her and
down the driveway. He stopped midway and turned to look
back at Raynee, his dark clothing masking him against the
night sky. "Don't say another word about what happened,
or I will make it my personal mission to make sure that
you and that bastard child of yours will not see another
full moon." He turned again and left the confines of
the mansion grounds.
Anallee laid across the couch, her legs stretched out in
front of her as she flipped through the t.v. channels lazily.
She sighed heavily, throwing the remote aside as the horror
movie flickered before her. She would have enjoyed the violence
and gore on any other night, but this was not just any night.
Ana replayed the evening's events through her mind, hearing
the painfully truthful words Raynee had spoken. She shook
her head softly, closing her eyes as her pale hand ran carelessly
through her crimson hair. She picked up the remote and threw
it into the t.v., no longer able to take the noise. "Nice
shot," Epic spoke, standing just behind her. He placed
his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them gently. "What
do you want, German?" she asked coldly, shrugging his
hands from her. Epic stood silent a moment, staring down
at her before speaking in his usual, cold tone, "Nothing
that you could offer, Romanian." He walked past her,
flopping hard in the chair across from where she sat. He
stared at her through the dark sunglasses, the silence surrounding
them becoming thick with unspoken tension. "I'm sorry
I cannot throw myself at you like Raynee can," she
began, drawing her knees to her chest, "But then again,
why should I? I can't say I am overly attracted to a man
who killed for the perfect race under the supervision of
a less than perfect leader. Besides, if you really wanted
me, I am sure you could find a way to rape me just the same
as you raped all those jewish women." He stared at
her in silence, his anger rising fast beneath his cold surface.
He forced it down as he kicked his feet up on the table,
speaking nonchalantly to her, "I did rape you, remember?
You don't fight half as good as the jews did, so why would
I do it again? I like a little excitement with my pleasure,
if you know what I mean." He pulled his glasses down
slightly, winking at her before pushing them back up his
nose. Ana wrapped her arms around her knees, resting her
chin against them. "I'll try to scream a little louder
next time," she replied, rolling her eyes as she looked
away from him. Epic smirked at her, tapping one foot against
the other. "Raynee is lying, you know? I had sex with
her, so what? It's not like I will be standing outside of
her house, screaming how much I love her with flowers in
hand." "What about that baby? Will you abandon
it as well?" she asked, not bothering to look at him.
He scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes, "Please, it could
be the milk man's for all anyone knows. She's the biggest
whore in this city, why would I be worried?" "Because
you had sex with her near the time she got pregnant, it
should be a concern," her reply was cold, her face
finally turning to gaze at him with cruel, emerald eyes.
He stared at her a moment, finally releasing a low, soft
chuckle, "It's not mine."
Silence emerged in the room once again. They kept their
gaze away from one another, Epic finally standing and grabbing
the half empty bottle of scotch from a side table. "You
know where I will be when you want to talk," he spoke,
walking towards the long staircase. She listened as his
footsteps became lighter, sighing softly to herself, "Yea...I
know...I'll just look for the awful stench of scotch and
defeat." Ana stood finally, stretching her long legs
as she walked through the darkness of the house to the large
kitchen. She rested her hand upon the refridgerator door,
looking inside at what there was to eat. She pulled out
a small sandwich and shut the door, staring at the food
a moment with hesitation before unwrapping it. She placed
it on a small plate, sitting at the table that sat in the
corner of the room. Appealing as it was, she still did not
find herself wanting to eat. Yet, her fingers picked at
the food, tearing small portions away until finally a piece
found it's way to her mouth. She chewed slowly, closing
her eyes. It tasted so good, she thought, wanting to eat
more. But her body would not let her indulge. She pushed
the plate away, sighing lightly as she closed her emerald
eyes and ran a pale hand gently though her hair. She had
not eaten for a long time, many nights spent starving in
the cold darkness of the shadows while others passed her
by. Why was this time different? She thought silently to
herself, furrowing her brow as she shook her head lightly.
Ana stood from the table, pushing the chair back as she
walked away and found herself in the sitting room once again.
She laid softly against the thick cushions of the couch,
yawning slightly and curling her legs towards her chest.
She knew sleep would find it's way to her, it always did,
it always would. |
