mortisfour

Catrina shifted her body uneasily as he blessedly said her name. As she heard her own name rolling off the tip of his tongue, she chewed her bottom lip. She pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear and cleared her throat. Her head still ached with memories of the night before and her shoulder fell loosely at her side and appeared detached. She was clad in clothing that was identical to what she had worn the day before. Dried blood ran down the back of her neck and wedged itself behind her ear. Small cracks drove themselves down the blood and it revealed itself as only mere dust stuck against her skin.
Alicard rose and bowed his head respectfully, and his hair fell against his face as though it were a curtain which covered every secret soul in him. His eyes drew themselves upward and gazed longingly into her stare. His head lifted and shuffled his emotions once more. In his eyes a rainbow of acid seduction flourished.
Her heart beats stumbled over themselves and she felt another knot tie itself everso sweetly in her throat. She shifted her weight onto her left leg and leaned her back backward slightly. Alicard poured his gentle, yet furiously hard gaze into her own. Catrina turned her head away quickly, then walked away from his path. Inside of her mind she hoped to forget he was looking at her.
Catrina knelt down on her knees and sat back against her heels while her toes balanced her. She sat down in front of his large, red velveteen throne. Her palms ran across each individual thread that sat on the material. She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with memories and thoughts.
She looked deeply at his eyes and watched anxiously as the colors trailed themselves around in circles. The stars in the galaxy were banished and trapped within his radiantly yellow tented pupils. His dark brown hair seemed to fall messily over ears. He reminded her of a broken angel, with its black halo twisted in an odd manner.
"Do you need something?" he asked softly, as though he was talking down to her. Catrina shook her hair out and rubbed her arm slightly, thinking of what it was that she had come to ask for. Her mind always failed her when common sense was needed.
�I wanted to know if you were awake," she said hestitantly, and looked out the window. Her eyes gazed on the sun that was large and bright, "I lost track of time sleeping, and I woke up feeling alone."
His pupils held a flame that exploded to life and danced a jig only performed by foolish devils. He sat back in his seat and shrugged slightly, dismissing her statement with silence. She seated herself on the floor and trailed her fingers along the picture in the rug. She focused on them for a moment, then looked up and stared at him blankly.
Catrina could vaguely remember him from somewhere, yet she couldn't remember where she had seen him.
"Do I know you?" she asked quietly.
"I doubt it. I haven't been into town in years." She blinked and watched him again.
"Years? Why not?"
"I have no need to be there. People are too cruel."
"How do you get food, then?" she questioned again.
"I have a maid who comes once a week, and she brings food and whatever I need," he said, finally looking at her.
"Oh..." she said almost silently and looked at the floor again. The rug seemed old and frayed. Her eyes followed an imaginary guide and played themselves on the golden fringe which reached out toward the floor from the cushion. Something unseen went spiraling through the wide room.
She reached up and scraped off a few flakes of the dried blood. It tore at her skin as she did so, and she was sure she�d have more scabs. She ran her fingers through her dirty hair and shuddered. She hated feeling unclean. Especially in front of him.
Catrina shot her head up at her thoughts, and caught Alicard�s attention. His eyes watched her with a queer staring, and she swallowed. Why did she care what she looked like in front of him? She turned her face away and huffed softly. She didn�t care. Why should she?
Though, that didn�t change the fact that she felt disgusting. Her face seemed to drip with the sense that it was oily. She wiped at her cheeks and nose with her fingers and sighed. She could feel the dry streams of mascara that had run for their lives from her eyes the night before. Oh, and a toothbrush. She longed so desperately for her teeth to be clean.
Alicard continued to watch her and he shifted slightly. Catrina couldn�t help but watch intensely as his muscled chest heaved with each breath. Out of the corner of her eyes she stared. She couldn�t stand just looking at him, as though he was some stone figure. She wanted to touch him�
Cat bit at the inside of her cheek fiercefully to distract herself, and winced imediately. He got up from his seat and walked across the carpet, and as he passed she could only stare at his feet. She couldn�t breathe. But somehow, as her heart thumped loudly in her chest, she followed.
They walked into the hallway, and something struck her instantly. It hit her with such force and emotion she lost balance and pressed her palm against the wall for support. Something was banging on her mind with all the strength it had in it. She raised her eyes and looked at Alicard�s back. He had stopped, but he stood so stiff and rigid, she was sure he wasn�t going to turn around.
She let go of the wall and hung her head low toward the floor. Her eyelids stung with a sensation she hadn�t felt in ages.
He reached the very end of the hallway which stretched over a few forevers. He pushed the door open and the smell in the room flooded out. It smelt of old perfumes that were as sweet as black rainbows. It smelt of a woman, who�s kindness was worn onto every inch of her chambers. It smelt of tears and laughs, that bundled themselves inbetween the sheets on the lavendar bed.
As she stepped into the room, she could have sworn it was spring. Catrina almost expected to look upward and see the sun beating down on her with its fire and light. The floor was of tan wood, and rugs that were covered in flowers and pastel colors lined themselves in jolly rows. The only dark thing in the room was a single portrait which sat strictly above the bed. It was of a man. He was too dark. He seemed to bring forth the winter and it�s darkned gloom. He was the darkness.
Catrina, whom was too caught up in the thrill and fear of the sudden change in atmosphere, hadn�t taken notice of Alicard. He had walked to two large doors and slid one to the side. Lines of beautiful clothing hung on their wire hangers peacefully and untouched. They each looked like they had either never been worn or only worn once.
She walked over to the bed and laid down, absorbing its sea of satin and lace. She smashed her face into it and drew in a deep breath of it�s smell. It was a mother�s smell. She could tell because her mother�s clothes and bed smelt the same, even after she was gone. She ran her fingers over the forests of endless cushion blindly. It made her tired again, though she had slept well over her need.
By the time she was hanging over the half way point into her dream world, something thudded against the mattress, and she shot her head up. She looked up and gazed into those yellow oceans that gave her chills.
�These,� he said simply, �are your clothes for the time being.� As he said this he pointed to the small collection of clothes that had been dropped onto the bed. She nodded and sat up, taking one of the outfits into her hand, then lying it on her lap.
She ran her fingers over the cloth silently and felt as though if she wore the clothes she would ruin their situation in time. It wouldn�t have the same scent anymore. She looked up at him once more and found him staring up above her.
Catrina turned around and saw what he had been looking at. The cold portait of the man. His hair had been long and a rusty brown. It fell in gracious and hellishly over his shoulders. His clothing seemed too bland to describe. His face poured into her. The dark colors used brought out his soul so horridly.
�Try them on,� Alicard said, breaking the silence and train of thought.
�Oh,� she said, slightly jumping and turning to face him, �Where�s the bathroom?� He chuckled lively and reached down and fingered the bottom of her torn shirt.
�Why? You can change here, it�s not like I haven�t seen a woman before, Catrina,� he said as a smirk spread over him. She felt so amazing in that moment. She felt offended, harassed, and pleased. Oh, gods�
She lifted up her shirt and revealed her black bra, and had a rush of uneasiness come over her. She felt wrong changing infront of a stranger. But then again, it wasn�t too strange. She could have sworn she knew him.
The black satin bra padded and cupped her breasts in a way that made Alicard look away from her. Each breath she took made him want her, and he convinced himself it was lust. Nothing more. His throat felt thirsty and cracked. His lips felt tempted and willing.
Catrina reached to unbutton her pants, but found that the button had been removed. She unzipped them carefully and kicked off her platforms. She took a deep breath, then slid off her pants. Her body buzzed and cried out to Alicard, and his eyes fell on the carpet.
After the moments passed, and her revealed skin was covered and clad in clothing, he looked back at her. This was even worse than when she had been unclothed. She had pulled on a simple black dress that had a slit trailing its way from her lower thigh to her feet. It tugged and pressed and defined each line and movement she made.
She looked at him, and by the expressionless face, she came to the conclusion it must look horrible. She walked across the room and faced a large mirror that was spread in a way that you could see three different reflections. She ran her fingers over her stomach and turned to her side, studying herself.
�Your mother�s clothing, I assume?� she said and looked over at him.
He nodded for a moment, not speaking, then said, �Yes. I doubt it fit her like that, though� but I can�t remember. She died years ago.�
Catrina�s eyes darkened from their grayish blue, into a gloomy gray. She felt sour and cold suddenly, and didn�t want to know how she had died. All she did was turn back to the mirror.
Alicard stood still, feeling hoarse and vulnerable. He cleared his throat and turned his back to her.
�I�ll have dinner ready in an hour,� he said harshly, �If you don�t want to dine with me, then you�ll starve.�
Her face brightened and fell at the same time. She ran her fingers over her stomach again and nodded like an idiot once more. And with that he walked out the door, loudly banging it closed as he went.
She walked cautiously toward the bathroom, her feet padding gently over the tiles once she made it. The smell of the bathroom filled her with the conclusion the lady must have been magical. It smelt like a garden with the mixture of sweet smelling shampoos, perfumes, and candles. Catrina stopped right before the shower and pressed her forehead against the cool wall. A fresh and renewed feeling went through her, and she wanted to hold the moment forever. She unzipped the back of the dress and slid out of it quickly.
Her hand reached out and turned the knob for the warm water, then rested her fingers under the foscet. After the temperature struck her as warm enough, she unfastened her bra and let it slide offa her chest. Cat removed her panties and stepped under the head of the shower. She almost collapsed at how soothing the water felt over her. Her first job was to removed the blood that stained her skin like a harsh rash. She rubbed her fingertips over the dried liquid and sighed in relief as the dirty water washed off of the back of her neck and her hair.
Catrina reached down and grabbed a shampoo bottle. Pressing her thumb against the cap, she pushed it open. She squeezed the bottle's middle and let the thick substance leak out onto her palm. Dropping the shampoo back into its place, she rubbed her hands together until a large bundle of lather had gathered.
She reached up and pushed the bubbled foam through each strand carefully, making sure no to miss a single spot on her head. After rinsing throughly she slid down the wall and sat, watching the water escape through the drain. The steam gathered before her and choked her with such warmth and dignity she felt tired again.
Her eyes fluttered and her dreams were caught up in a yellow flame that danced a jig only performed by foolish devils.