Freedom from Hate [pg13]

[Anzeh]

Zephyr Suicide

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Zephyr had been walking around the streets very late at night, despite the rumors and things going around about rapists and murders going on around Colleger Town, but she didn’t care. Perhaps if she was lucky she would come across a murderer to kill her for her. Suicide had not been able to do it successfully, unable to pick up a knife bravely, unable to tie the noose. Whenever she would start to pass out, she would simply stand up.

Her body, and the ever-present voices Left and Right, were completely against the idea of dying of her own hand. So perhaps if she couldn’t raise her hand to do it, someone else could.

She had decided that if she was going to die, she wanted to die in her favorite clothes, which left her skulking the streets in a black miniskirt, high-top boots, a black shirt and her favorite black leather jacket, making her like a shadow with pale legs and a pale ghostly face and bright eyes, oddly voice of emotion despite the brightness.

Left and Right had been oddly silent, and she took that as a good sign. The only talked when she wasn’t in danger. Of course, they only knew what she knew, and she thought that once she stepped out of the academy she was in danger. And that was enough to make them be quiet. If they formed their own opinions, all three of them agreed on that.

When she stopped walking to sit and rest, it was in front of the Sweets Shop.

[Iƪƪia]

It might have only been one month, but it was one month too long. Almost every day he had found himself stalking some random girl he'd passed on the street for hours, only for it too end with an internal argument when he remembered that he couldn't do anything. Needless to say, it was a very painful month, figuratively and literally. The voices had been assaulting his mind nearly non-stop since it began, though he still somehow managed to make it out alive. And now, finally, they were quiet. They didn't have much of a reason to speak, of course.

He'd been following the girl since she stepped out of the academy. Not that she was particularly nice to look at. Actually, she looked rather creepy. Though he wasn't really too picky, and the moment he laid eyes on her he knew that he had to have her. And he always got what he wanted. So, that lead him to stalk her as she walked all along the streets. And that was all she did. Walk. She didn't appear to have any sort of destination. It was almost as if she wanted something to happen to her. Well, far be it from him to ignore her pleas...

When she stopped walking to sit down, he seized the opportunity and casually strolled around the building he had been standing behind, stopping just next to her. He then took a seat beside her, glancing up at the sky and not bothering to try and hide the smile that spread across his face.

"Out a bit late, aren't we?" He began, his smile only broadening at the familiarity of his words, "Don't you know it's dangerous to be out so late?"

For the first time, he really looked at her. She wasn't really that bad, she had a nice body. Looked pretty young. He could definitely handle this. Of course, she didn't seem like the type to put up a good fight, which gave him mixed feelings, but who was he to complain.

"Hendrix," He said, offering her his hand.

Yes, he liked to talk for awhile beforehand. So what? It was like foreplay.

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Zephyr Suicide

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She shivered slightly, drawing her legs beneath her body in an attempt to keep herself warm. It was a bit of a bother because of the fact that she was essentially cold-blooded, being a Drahak and a reptile. Dragons didn’t have that problem, for they could generate their own body heat from some flame within or some-such… Perhaps her giving up on her life was the reason her inner flame did not burn? Whatever it could be, she drew the jacket around her to protect from the cold, though the protection was minimal since it was a leather jacket.

The night was still quite young, and she had resigned herself to the winds of fate, wherever they took her. Zephyr figured that it mother nature and the fates had had a reason to keep her alive they would have used it already. But no, she continued day after pointless day, hating her life and simply waiting for the day to come where she would have the courage to end it all. It was not today, it would seem.

A particularly strong gust of wind blew, tossing her fairly short hair a bit. When she opened her eyes, squeezed shut to focus on not feeling too cold, someone had moved to sit beside her. It was a man, definitely older than her and rather attractive as well. She never would have thought herself lucky enough to have it all ended by an attractive man. The Drahak had always thought the fates would bring about the end of her life with a man clothed in rags and teeth missing. Yet… could it be it would not be so?

Even though she was cold, she managed a warm smile. “Pleased to meet you Hendrix, my name is Zephyr.” She said, taking his hand and shaking it. “I suppose it is rather late… and dangerous, though I’ve found no danger yet.” Suicide tried not to sound too disappointed about this.

[Iƪƪia]

When he'd decided to go prowling around the town this night, Hendrix had expected it to be much like the many other times he'd done it. Lurk in the shadows, follow a girl or two, force them into an alley, watch them try to fight, listen to them scream. However, things had gone slightly differently this time. This girl wasn't really acting like she was supposed to.

For the most part, whenever he'd approach a girl in the middle of the night they would be so guarded; so distrustful. They never wanted to talk much, and it suddenly became urgent for them to get back to their dorms. Most of them never made it back, but that was beside the point. That was the normal thing to do. But now this girl was being... Quite nice, actually. And it was a rather nice change of pace.

As she smiled at him, for once, he gave a genuine smile in return, holding her hand only slightly longer than was necessary. He nodded at her comment about having found no danger. She was here, wasn't she? And after having stalked the streets for awhile, he was certain that there wasn't any danger in the immediate vicinity. Aside from him, of course.

"Danger's a tricky thing. You never really know it's there. It'll get right up next to you, try to be your friend, sway you with a few kind words. Then, the realization hits, but it's already- cold?"

He slid closer to her, draping his arm across her shoulders. Tipping his head, he gazed into her strange, sapphire eyes. She was different. Somehow. He knew that, he just didn't know why. Why she'd been so accepting of the stranger who had randomly come up to sit beside her on the street in the middle of the night.

"... You're very pretty."

If not just slightly creepy, though he didn't let that phase him as he leaned closer to her. She was... exotic. Yes, that was a better word. She was exotic. He liked exotics. He'd have to savor this one.

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Zephyr Suicide

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Zephyr found no reason behind being guarded and mean towards people, especially not this person. He'd done nothing to really make her think that he was dangerous. Even though she wasn't anything on the shade of popular, she did hear things that worried her from people who were all connected and such. She'd heard of the girls that had gone walking and never made it back, but if they did they killed themselves after a few days. If he was indeed the force behind all of these disappearances and deaths then she would give herself over to him willingly.

Of course, she never knew what had happened to those girls to make them kill themselves, be she decided that whatever it was it had to be better than the life she currently followed, day after pointless day. It had to be better. In fact, nothing really could be worse.

She listened to his talk of danger, rubbing her arms through the leather of her jacket, hoping to give herself some warmth. It was not difficult for Suicide to realize that he was describing, for the most part, the situation they were in right now. It only confirmed her prior thought that she would be killed by a handsome man, which made her happy and helped her to embrace it. Sure it scared the Drahak ****less but...

Midsentence he seemed to notice her discomfort. "Yes... it's so cold for summertime." When he moved closer and draped his arm across her shoulders it seemed alleviate it some. She let her hands fall from her arms and rest in her lap, a thumb smoothing over the back of one hand.

"Thank you." Zephyr said, looking back at him and then at the vacant street nearby. This was the longest Left and Right did not bother her.

[Iƪƪia]

She was so strange, and yet he loved it. So nice, polite, non combative. Not like all the other *****es around here, but why did she act like that? Did she have any idea what was coming? Most had an inkling; a bad feeling at best. Did this girl just believe that she truly was safe? Or did she just not care? Or perhaps she had been looking for danger all along... It was lucky he'd found her, then.

He leaned in closer to her, muttering a "You're welcome." response as he pulled her closer to him. Considering the types of girls that he normally got with - unintelligent, vulnerable, blonde - Zephyr was exotic. As if he hadn't wanted her enough before, he had to have her now. Repeatedly.

Moving in further, his pressed his lips softly against hers. Using one hand to hold her against him, he moved the other across her stomach, sliding it over her hip and pressing it flat against her back. It wasn't really necessary, as any contact at all would be enough, but then again he couldn't really risk her getting away from him, as unlikely as that was.

Holding her tightly in his grip, he vanished them both from the plane, immersing them in a realm of shadows for just a fraction of a second before breaking back through the surface, landing in a darkened room whose only source of light was the faint moonlight streaming in through one, small window. He never really liked small, enclosed spaces like this, but at least he had a way out. Besides, he would be far too preoccupied to care.

Once he was certain of where they were - a back room of the sweets shop - he wasted no time in forcing Zephyr against a wall, already beginning to undress her.

"Alright, I think this will be fine," He said quietly, glancing around the room a few times, "But just to be safe, try not to scream too much, okay?"

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Zephyr Suicide

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The Drahak was silent as she was once again pulled closer to the man whom had appeared out of nowhere and begun acting like he'd known he his entire life. It was true that his every action seemed to set off a kind of red light in her head, telling of the horrible things he could and probably would do to her, but that seemed to excite her more than frighten her. The idea that he would do such a thing would leave her wonderfully and deliciously broken, shatter her last glimmering hope for life... yes, Hendrix, for what she wanted him for, was truly heaven sent.

A feeling curled in the pit of her stomach when he leaned into her and pressed his lips against hers. It was a feeling that was completely new to her, after all no one had cared to kiss her. Zephyr wasn't attractive to the world out there. She was nothing more than a living ghost that dragged herself through life. Perhaps this was the world letting her get everything she'd missed from life before she died. Mother nature could be so kind when inclined to be so.

It would be wrong to say that she felt when they teleported from one place to anyother, but when they were back in thier own plane, in a room she only recognized because of its candied smell, she looked at him as though she'd known that this would happen since the very beginning. Suicide had, in a way. From the beginning she'd thought him to be attractive, if a little strange... it worried her some... but the worry also made her happy.

Suicide nodded. She didn't want any sort of sympathy--not that anyone would know since she had no one to tell. The female just wanted this to be over quickly--not just this but everything.

[Iƪƪia]

It wasn't often that people actually took his advice. Actually, they would normally do the opposite of whatever he told them. It was stupid, but he didn't mind, really. It added to the challenge. Of course, there were still others who'd do exactly as he said. Nice girls. Scared to death, though. He usually let those ones live, although a lot of them never lasted for long after that anyway.

Zephyr, however, was different still. She was... Well, not accepting, but not resisting either. Was that out of fear? Maybe a little, but he could tell that there were other factors at play here. It was almost as if she wanted something bad to happen. Well, there. She got her wish. Or did she want something more? He wasn't about to kill her. No, he liked her too much to do that. So what then?

As he set about straightening out his clothes, he continued to watch her curiously. What was the proper etiquette here, he wondered. Did he try to comfort her? Did she need comfort? Did she want it? Should he just leave her here? What else could he do with her?

Walking over to her, he sat down beside her, against the wall. He stared at her without speaking for several moments before slowly moving his hand across her shoulders, trailing it up the back of her neck and running it through her hair several times. At the same time, he slid even closer to her, still watching her with that curious gaze, as if by staring at her long enough, all his questions would be answered. And if they weren't at least he still had a hot chick to look at.