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~The next morning~
Light began to peak slightly through window that was above Victor's head, and it made him stir until he finally awoke. It took him a moment to realize where he was and why, and when he looked up see Alice, he sighed in frustration. He recounted the details of last night and rubbed the bridge of his nose. There had to be something wrong with him; he had felt all of these emotions - guilt, regret, anxiety - since he got to the island that he had not had to deal with in years. "The island," he whispered to himself as bells and whistles began to go off in his head.
He got up and left the room as quietly as he could and headed downstairs to see Madam Blue preparing for breakfast. He weaves his way past the girls bringing out plates and silverware, of course winking and saying good morning, and as he approached the woman, he kissed the top of her head. "Mornin' Blue, do you have a moment to speak?"
Blue set down the tray she was holding and had a curious expression on her face. "For you, boy, of course. What is the matter with you? You have not been the man I know and love. Not used to seeing you quiet for more than a minute at a time," she chuckled and grabbed his arm lovingly.
"Ah, yes. That is why I am concerned. I have not felt like myself since I came to the island. I feel... guilt. Worry. Ashamed of who I am. Quite frankly, I do not like it one bit." He smirked a bit as he spoke. He found it hard to be upset in the presence of Blue. She had a calming energy about her.
"Hmm," the woman murmured as she put a hand to her chin. "Only since you have been on the island, you say? Are most of your feelings inspire by "your guest" that you have? The guilt?"
Victor looked to the floor and nodded. "Yes, Blue. Nearly all of it."
"Ahh. I see. Well, Victor, I have a suspicion. La Culpa." She shook her head and sighed.
Victor's facial expression changed to a puzzled one. "What does that mean, Blue?"
"Unfortunately, I do not know much, boy. I have a friend though. Down the road. Her name is Esmeralda.” She pointed west.
“Esmeralda? That crazy woman? How could she help me, Blue?” he asked. “I’m not going insane. I’m just… off.”
“Boy, have I ever done you wrong?” she questioned as she rubbed his arm. “Go. See the woman.”
“Only for you, Blue,” Victor nodded and headed out the door.
He made his way down the road to a tiny structure on the end of the strip. It was dilapidated and looked like it could fall to rubble at any moment. Before entering, he took a deep breath, and then pushed his way through the door. “Uh, hello, Esmeralda? It’s Victor. Victor Hemming.”
A woman with dark skin and very mesmerizing eyes appeared behind a beaded doorway in the back. “Ah, yes, Victor. Please, sit down.” She pointed to a small, round table that was covered by a ornate cloth that sat two.
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Victor left Esmeralda’s shop feeling better AND worse about the situation he was in. She had explained to him “La Culpa.” An old spell many thought to be a myth that is used on one’s enemies. If they are unable to reach the person they wish to harm, they can cast the spell at a certain place, most likely one that the enemy frequented, and it was a sort of net – once the person enters the place with the spell, they fall under it. La Culpa is meant to destroy the enemy from the inside out; self-doubt and shame will bubble up inside them until they can no longer take it. Many who have been under La Culpa had offed themselves or engaged in reckless behavior that caused their death.
Esmeralda said she could sense the negative energy strongly on Victor and that he had to try his best to avoid the feelings it had caused him until she could remove it, which could take some time. She explained that since he is well known for coming to the island, that it would have been an easy spot for the curse to work. He had not necessarily worried about himself and how he felt, but this new information made him worry about who he was really dealing with. If Alice’s father, the Governor, was the one to create this chaos for him, he could be way more powerful than Victor had anticipated, which could mean harm to his crew and his ship. If it wasn’t the Governor, then they could have unknown enemy that they are prepared to battle. Either option was not a good one, Vic decided.
He made his way back to the Inn where most of his men were gathering around for breakfast, and Madam Blue gave him a knowing nod when he entered. He returned it and mouthed out a “thank you” as he made his way to the table to eat. His eyes lingered on the empty chair next to him, knowing Alice would probably come to join him soon. At least being more knowledgeable on this situation lifted his spirits, but for the time being, he did not know if she could be trusted. All he knew at the moment was that he was hungry, thirsty, and ready to make more profits from their goods.
Carla came up to him and began to rub his shoulders as breakfast was placed in front of him. “Good morning, Vic,” she spoke in a sultry tone, “how did you sleep last night?”
If he was to be honest, horribly, but to be polite, he lied. “Wonderfully, thanks to you girls,” he said as he winked to her.
She scurried off and left him to finish his meal. He was partaking in conversation with his crew, laughing and cursing, and he began to almost feel like himself again. It was relieving, to say the least, but he knew he had much more to figure out before he left the island, and definitely before he had to deal with his enemy.
Light began to peak slightly through window that was above Victor's head, and it made him stir until he finally awoke. It took him a moment to realize where he was and why, and when he looked up see Alice, he sighed in frustration. He recounted the details of last night and rubbed the bridge of his nose. There had to be something wrong with him; he had felt all of these emotions - guilt, regret, anxiety - since he got to the island that he had not had to deal with in years. "The island," he whispered to himself as bells and whistles began to go off in his head.
He got up and left the room as quietly as he could and headed downstairs to see Madam Blue preparing for breakfast. He weaves his way past the girls bringing out plates and silverware, of course winking and saying good morning, and as he approached the woman, he kissed the top of her head. "Mornin' Blue, do you have a moment to speak?"
Blue set down the tray she was holding and had a curious expression on her face. "For you, boy, of course. What is the matter with you? You have not been the man I know and love. Not used to seeing you quiet for more than a minute at a time," she chuckled and grabbed his arm lovingly.
"Ah, yes. That is why I am concerned. I have not felt like myself since I came to the island. I feel... guilt. Worry. Ashamed of who I am. Quite frankly, I do not like it one bit." He smirked a bit as he spoke. He found it hard to be upset in the presence of Blue. She had a calming energy about her.
"Hmm," the woman murmured as she put a hand to her chin. "Only since you have been on the island, you say? Are most of your feelings inspire by "your guest" that you have? The guilt?"
Victor looked to the floor and nodded. "Yes, Blue. Nearly all of it."
"Ahh. I see. Well, Victor, I have a suspicion. La Culpa." She shook her head and sighed.
Victor's facial expression changed to a puzzled one. "What does that mean, Blue?"
"Unfortunately, I do not know much, boy. I have a friend though. Down the road. Her name is Esmeralda.” She pointed west.
“Esmeralda? That crazy woman? How could she help me, Blue?” he asked. “I’m not going insane. I’m just… off.”
“Boy, have I ever done you wrong?” she questioned as she rubbed his arm. “Go. See the woman.”
“Only for you, Blue,” Victor nodded and headed out the door.
He made his way down the road to a tiny structure on the end of the strip. It was dilapidated and looked like it could fall to rubble at any moment. Before entering, he took a deep breath, and then pushed his way through the door. “Uh, hello, Esmeralda? It’s Victor. Victor Hemming.”
A woman with dark skin and very mesmerizing eyes appeared behind a beaded doorway in the back. “Ah, yes, Victor. Please, sit down.” She pointed to a small, round table that was covered by a ornate cloth that sat two.
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Victor left Esmeralda’s shop feeling better AND worse about the situation he was in. She had explained to him “La Culpa.” An old spell many thought to be a myth that is used on one’s enemies. If they are unable to reach the person they wish to harm, they can cast the spell at a certain place, most likely one that the enemy frequented, and it was a sort of net – once the person enters the place with the spell, they fall under it. La Culpa is meant to destroy the enemy from the inside out; self-doubt and shame will bubble up inside them until they can no longer take it. Many who have been under La Culpa had offed themselves or engaged in reckless behavior that caused their death.
Esmeralda said she could sense the negative energy strongly on Victor and that he had to try his best to avoid the feelings it had caused him until she could remove it, which could take some time. She explained that since he is well known for coming to the island, that it would have been an easy spot for the curse to work. He had not necessarily worried about himself and how he felt, but this new information made him worry about who he was really dealing with. If Alice’s father, the Governor, was the one to create this chaos for him, he could be way more powerful than Victor had anticipated, which could mean harm to his crew and his ship. If it wasn’t the Governor, then they could have unknown enemy that they are prepared to battle. Either option was not a good one, Vic decided.
He made his way back to the Inn where most of his men were gathering around for breakfast, and Madam Blue gave him a knowing nod when he entered. He returned it and mouthed out a “thank you” as he made his way to the table to eat. His eyes lingered on the empty chair next to him, knowing Alice would probably come to join him soon. At least being more knowledgeable on this situation lifted his spirits, but for the time being, he did not know if she could be trusted. All he knew at the moment was that he was hungry, thirsty, and ready to make more profits from their goods.
Carla came up to him and began to rub his shoulders as breakfast was placed in front of him. “Good morning, Vic,” she spoke in a sultry tone, “how did you sleep last night?”
If he was to be honest, horribly, but to be polite, he lied. “Wonderfully, thanks to you girls,” he said as he winked to her.
She scurried off and left him to finish his meal. He was partaking in conversation with his crew, laughing and cursing, and he began to almost feel like himself again. It was relieving, to say the least, but he knew he had much more to figure out before he left the island, and definitely before he had to deal with his enemy.
Unfortunately, what Thomas had told her did not make her feel any better about her current situation. If anything, it may have made her more confused than she was before. "So," she adjusted her position on the bar stool so she could comfortably rest her chin on knees, "you're saying that if he hasn't shown himself yet to me, I'm fine? I mean, I hear things. I see things in the corner of my eyes. The thing grabs my legs for Christ's sake. But I haven't seen anyone." Her eyes were wide as she stared at the floor. All of this was making her nauseous. What the fuck did Keith do to bring this upon her?
"Wait a minute..." The wheels began to turn in her mind. "So, if you're saying this thing stalks you for years, does that mean it's always been me? Keith didn't do this?" She was getting worked up again. "But, but, why me? I haven't messed with this shit before. I never even played with a ouija board!" She reached down for her joint that had stopped burning and lit it again, taking the biggest inhale yet. She spoke as she held the smoke in, straining anymore. "So, what do I do, Thomas? Before I see this thing standing in my doorway." She exhaled the thick cloud that rose above them and lingered with the hanging lights.
She stood up and grabbed the bottle to top off her wine glass. Without sitting back down, she took a swig and began pacing. Should she pack her things? Stay at the strange ghosthunter's house? Or should she stay here to get mangled by and invisible Egyptian god? "Jesus," she whispered as her thoughts kept racing. She slid her fingers through her hair and held her hand their for a second as she tried to come up with a solution in her head. Was there one? She felt like she was going to explode.
"Wait a minute..." The wheels began to turn in her mind. "So, if you're saying this thing stalks you for years, does that mean it's always been me? Keith didn't do this?" She was getting worked up again. "But, but, why me? I haven't messed with this shit before. I never even played with a ouija board!" She reached down for her joint that had stopped burning and lit it again, taking the biggest inhale yet. She spoke as she held the smoke in, straining anymore. "So, what do I do, Thomas? Before I see this thing standing in my doorway." She exhaled the thick cloud that rose above them and lingered with the hanging lights.
She stood up and grabbed the bottle to top off her wine glass. Without sitting back down, she took a swig and began pacing. Should she pack her things? Stay at the strange ghosthunter's house? Or should she stay here to get mangled by and invisible Egyptian god? "Jesus," she whispered as her thoughts kept racing. She slid her fingers through her hair and held her hand their for a second as she tried to come up with a solution in her head. Was there one? She felt like she was going to explode.
As he noticed her eyes lingering on him as she laid there, and he sat up so that they were eye level. He had a grim expression on his face as he gazed at hers for a moment. "Alice..." he spoke softly. He put a hand up and moved a piece of hair that had fallen over her eyes. He realized that his closeness might have made her uncomfortable, which normally amused him. But right now, he just wanted to make sure that she was okay. "I must grab something, I shall return in a moment!" He stood up and quickly walked out of the room, and when he returned, he had a bottle in his hand. "Can't go far without it, I'm afraid," he chuckled as he sat back down, leaned against the wall, and took a swig of the bottle's contents. Vic some to her as always, but he was not sure if she would be up to it. He really was not sure what to do with himself at this point.
"Alice, I am very sorry this happened. It is my fault you have landed in such a place." He paused and scratched his beard. "I, uh, sent a letter to your father today. He should have it in hand by morning, and I should hear back from him no later than the day after tomorrow. Hopefully, this means you can return soon, to your father and your home." Vic looked down at the floor as he spoke, and as he finished, he took another gulp of rum. He set it on the floor and sat staring off into the darkness of the room. He thought for a moment on what he had just said and shook his head. How would he keep her with him? She wouldn't survive in his world, just like he wouldn't in hers. "If," he cleared his throat as he began to speak again, "your father doesn't accept our demands, I shall still return you. You should not be out at sea any longer."
He laid down on his back with the pillow behind his head and folded his hands on his stomach. He had nothing left to say. What could he? Victor was quite sure that she hated him at this point. Thought he was a monster. A brute. And he was, in some sense, all of those things, and he thought he had come to terms with that a long time ago.
"Alice, I am very sorry this happened. It is my fault you have landed in such a place." He paused and scratched his beard. "I, uh, sent a letter to your father today. He should have it in hand by morning, and I should hear back from him no later than the day after tomorrow. Hopefully, this means you can return soon, to your father and your home." Vic looked down at the floor as he spoke, and as he finished, he took another gulp of rum. He set it on the floor and sat staring off into the darkness of the room. He thought for a moment on what he had just said and shook his head. How would he keep her with him? She wouldn't survive in his world, just like he wouldn't in hers. "If," he cleared his throat as he began to speak again, "your father doesn't accept our demands, I shall still return you. You should not be out at sea any longer."
He laid down on his back with the pillow behind his head and folded his hands on his stomach. He had nothing left to say. What could he? Victor was quite sure that she hated him at this point. Thought he was a monster. A brute. And he was, in some sense, all of those things, and he thought he had come to terms with that a long time ago.
She watched the man speak, and her expressions changed as he explained the mysterious entity. She slipped the amulet over her head so that it sat comfortably on her chest. It was definitely an interesting piece, to say the least, and it looked like it was centuries younger than anyone living on the planet currently. Caroline took a sip of her wine as he asked her what she wanted to know. “Well, I don’t even know what to ask! What the hell do I do? How do I get rid of it? What is it? Where does it come from?” She was getting worked up and noticed the volume of her voice growing louder and louder as she asked the questions.
After taking a gulp of her wine and taking a deep breath, she began to calm down a bit, but she was obviously still very shaken up. “I’m sorry. This is all just really overwhelming, I-“ she paused and took another deep breath. “I’m just so scared. I don’t wanna live with this thing in my house anymore. I want it gone… for good.” She looked up at the man with a lip slightly quivering. “What is it?” She held a gaze for as long as she could before growing uncomfortable again. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She was exhausted, and this evil thing in her life was draining her completely. She would do whatever it took for her to finally get some peace back. “If it’s okay, I’ll stay with you. I’m pretty sure they don’t know how to deal with this shit at the Motel 8.”
After taking a gulp of her wine and taking a deep breath, she began to calm down a bit, but she was obviously still very shaken up. “I’m sorry. This is all just really overwhelming, I-“ she paused and took another deep breath. “I’m just so scared. I don’t wanna live with this thing in my house anymore. I want it gone… for good.” She looked up at the man with a lip slightly quivering. “What is it?” She held a gaze for as long as she could before growing uncomfortable again. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She was exhausted, and this evil thing in her life was draining her completely. She would do whatever it took for her to finally get some peace back. “If it’s okay, I’ll stay with you. I’m pretty sure they don’t know how to deal with this shit at the Motel 8.”
This was all new territory to Victor. He was meant to strike fear into the hearts he was around. He was meant to be a man of little emotion. But due to the circumstances, he swallowed his pride and wrapped his arms around the trembling girl – the least he could do was provide her with comfort. “I’m sorry. This is all my fault, I…” Unsure with how to continue, he decided to stay silent. His rough hand rubbed her arm gently until he felt her shaking subdue slightly.
As he embraced her small body, he saw Tiny pass by the door way and let out a sharp “pssssst” to get his attention. When Tiny returned to the threshold, Vic gave him an order. “Gather a few of the boys. Get this man out of here.” The boy nodded and ran off to find some of the crew. Only a few silent minutes passed until three returned, and they lifted the man and took him out to the street with no questions asked. As they left, Victor let go of Alice and looked at her. “I can stay here, sleep on the floor.” He frowned slightly, looking at how upset she still was. “I’m sorry, Alice.” He squeezed the arm he had been caressing and stood up in front of her. “Is there anything you need?” He inspected her and noticed the blood that was drying on her neck. He lifted the end of his shirt for a moment, put it in his mouth, and used fabric to remove it. He realized she would probably find it very brutish of him to do, and quit as he had the thought.
He turned towards the small closet on the other wall of the room and took down an extra blanket and down pillow. “I don’t mind,” he said before she could protest, and he plopped the bedding on the wooden floor next to her bed, making himself comfortable after he set them up to his liking. His stomach was in knots, guilt eating away at him. He probably wouldn't sleep after this, but he promised himself that he would stay in the room for the remainder of the night so she felt safe enough to sleep.
As he embraced her small body, he saw Tiny pass by the door way and let out a sharp “pssssst” to get his attention. When Tiny returned to the threshold, Vic gave him an order. “Gather a few of the boys. Get this man out of here.” The boy nodded and ran off to find some of the crew. Only a few silent minutes passed until three returned, and they lifted the man and took him out to the street with no questions asked. As they left, Victor let go of Alice and looked at her. “I can stay here, sleep on the floor.” He frowned slightly, looking at how upset she still was. “I’m sorry, Alice.” He squeezed the arm he had been caressing and stood up in front of her. “Is there anything you need?” He inspected her and noticed the blood that was drying on her neck. He lifted the end of his shirt for a moment, put it in his mouth, and used fabric to remove it. He realized she would probably find it very brutish of him to do, and quit as he had the thought.
He turned towards the small closet on the other wall of the room and took down an extra blanket and down pillow. “I don’t mind,” he said before she could protest, and he plopped the bedding on the wooden floor next to her bed, making himself comfortable after he set them up to his liking. His stomach was in knots, guilt eating away at him. He probably wouldn't sleep after this, but he promised himself that he would stay in the room for the remainder of the night so she felt safe enough to sleep.
The past few hours had been enjoyable, to say the least, for him. Victor began to exit his room freshly cleaned and dressed in a linen shirt that was dyed blue and a new pair of breeches. Sarah and Carla each kissed him slowly before giggling and running down the hallway. He grinned at the sight, but soon realized that if even two women couldn’t make the guilt go away, nothing could. He sighed at the realization and decided to head back down to the bar. Maybe drinking away his frustration would be the cure.
As he was walking down the dimly lit hallway, he heard a scream coming from the direction he was headed. He figured it must have been one of the girls; they often were loud in the house as that what customers liked. But as he approached the area where the noise had come from, he heard a familiar, albeit muffled, voice. ”Please, please, no…”
Those words made Victor stop right in his tracks. It couldn’t be… Could it? He put his hand on the scabbard dangling from his waist as he barged into the room unannounced – something Alice was most likely used to at this point. “Bloody hell!” he shouted loudly, in shock of the sight before him. A man, a local, on top of the sweet and innocent Alice Rohan who had been halfway undressed with a knife to her throat. Vic jumped on to the bed while unsheathing his sword, and as he landed, he put the blade in front of his throat, pressing on it with slight force. His mouth went close to his ear as he spoke in an aggressive yet low tone. “Remove the blade from her neck and get off of her, slowly.”
The man grunted at the sudden presence of Vic behind him. “This is a whore house, you pirate scum! I paid, I can do what I want!” The man yelled while he remained in the same position.
“She is not for sale, now get off of her,” he repeated, his voice slowly rising in volume and increasing the pressure of the sword on his neck.
The man reluctantly listened to Vic, removing the knife from Alice’s neck and rising from the bed. In a swift attempt of freeing himself from Victor, the man swung around and tried to stab him somewhere in the torso, but Victor rammed him in the head with the handle of his sword, causing the man to collapse in unconsciousness. When he confirmed the man was out, he turned his attention to Alice and sat on the bed next to her. His eyes landed on the blood dripping from her neck, and he reached out to gently touch it. “I’m so sorry, Alice. Are you hurt anywhere else?” His eyes scanned the rest of her.
The poor thing – it was purely his fault that she was in this predicament, and it nearly broke his heart.
As he was walking down the dimly lit hallway, he heard a scream coming from the direction he was headed. He figured it must have been one of the girls; they often were loud in the house as that what customers liked. But as he approached the area where the noise had come from, he heard a familiar, albeit muffled, voice. ”Please, please, no…”
Those words made Victor stop right in his tracks. It couldn’t be… Could it? He put his hand on the scabbard dangling from his waist as he barged into the room unannounced – something Alice was most likely used to at this point. “Bloody hell!” he shouted loudly, in shock of the sight before him. A man, a local, on top of the sweet and innocent Alice Rohan who had been halfway undressed with a knife to her throat. Vic jumped on to the bed while unsheathing his sword, and as he landed, he put the blade in front of his throat, pressing on it with slight force. His mouth went close to his ear as he spoke in an aggressive yet low tone. “Remove the blade from her neck and get off of her, slowly.”
The man grunted at the sudden presence of Vic behind him. “This is a whore house, you pirate scum! I paid, I can do what I want!” The man yelled while he remained in the same position.
“She is not for sale, now get off of her,” he repeated, his voice slowly rising in volume and increasing the pressure of the sword on his neck.
The man reluctantly listened to Vic, removing the knife from Alice’s neck and rising from the bed. In a swift attempt of freeing himself from Victor, the man swung around and tried to stab him somewhere in the torso, but Victor rammed him in the head with the handle of his sword, causing the man to collapse in unconsciousness. When he confirmed the man was out, he turned his attention to Alice and sat on the bed next to her. His eyes landed on the blood dripping from her neck, and he reached out to gently touch it. “I’m so sorry, Alice. Are you hurt anywhere else?” His eyes scanned the rest of her.
The poor thing – it was purely his fault that she was in this predicament, and it nearly broke his heart.
“Huh?” He was shaken out of his thoughts by the voice of Alice. “Ah, nothing, love. Just tired is all.” He looked to her and offered her a forced smile. He turned forward again and finished his meal, and Sarah ran right up to take his plate. She left a large bottle of rum in its place, making Victor smirk. “Thank you!” he called out as he popped the lid and began to gulp the brown liquid down. He sighed in relief as the warmth traveled down to his stomach.
He pondered on how to handle the situation before him and came to the conclusion that the best course of action would be to make sure that Alice would not become attracted to him. He could find himself finding more and more things about her that he enjoyed, and he would have to put a stop to that immediately. They were in the perfect place for him to prove how crass and unrefined he truly was – a brothel. And with his last thought, he stood up abruptly and snatched the bottle of rum for the table. “Well, Miss Rohan, I hope you found the meal to be to your liking. I, um, will be retiring shortly. As you’ve probably noticed, I need a good bath. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said as he bowed to her again, each time with slightly less sarcasm behind it.
He left the table and located the Sarah and Carla near the wooden bar where many of the crew members were drinking merrily. “There he is, Carla,” Sarah said softly as he approached the girls. “Are you ready to take us up on our offer, Victor?”
Vic smirked at the question. “Aye, I am.” Alice couldn’t possibly attracted to a man who partook in such scandalous activities, and he was hoping that she would soon realize that he was just another filthy criminal who did not deserve so much as to be in the same room as her.
The girls giggled, each one taking one of his hands, and pulled him towards one of the washrooms, and as soon as all three of them entered, the door swung shut with a large thud.
He pondered on how to handle the situation before him and came to the conclusion that the best course of action would be to make sure that Alice would not become attracted to him. He could find himself finding more and more things about her that he enjoyed, and he would have to put a stop to that immediately. They were in the perfect place for him to prove how crass and unrefined he truly was – a brothel. And with his last thought, he stood up abruptly and snatched the bottle of rum for the table. “Well, Miss Rohan, I hope you found the meal to be to your liking. I, um, will be retiring shortly. As you’ve probably noticed, I need a good bath. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said as he bowed to her again, each time with slightly less sarcasm behind it.
He left the table and located the Sarah and Carla near the wooden bar where many of the crew members were drinking merrily. “There he is, Carla,” Sarah said softly as he approached the girls. “Are you ready to take us up on our offer, Victor?”
Vic smirked at the question. “Aye, I am.” Alice couldn’t possibly attracted to a man who partook in such scandalous activities, and he was hoping that she would soon realize that he was just another filthy criminal who did not deserve so much as to be in the same room as her.
The girls giggled, each one taking one of his hands, and pulled him towards one of the washrooms, and as soon as all three of them entered, the door swung shut with a large thud.
Caroline decided not to question what he had done, or if he was serious about teleporting. Her head was already swimming with all of the events of the day that she didn't want to add more information to her plate besides what the hell was in her house. Her family all lived in Georgia, and Samantha was out of town. She was completely out of options, but she wasn't ready to make her choice yet.
“Well, before I make any reservations at Hotel Blackgate,” she began as she walked out of the room to the kitchen, “maybe we can talk about what that unpronounceable name on the folder means.” She pulled out two wine glasses from a cabinet, but not without climbing up on the counter to reach them. At 5’4”, plenty of the things in the apartment were simply inaccessible to her. Keith was 6’2” and often was the one to grab most of the items she needed in hard to reach places. “Do you like red wine?” she asked, not looking up at the man, and pulled out a bottle from one of the lower cabinets. Without waiting for a response, she popped out the cork and began to fill each delicate wine glass.
Caroline reached her arm over to the bar stools as to offer a seat as she took one for herself. She reached for a drawer arms-length away and pulled out a joint. “You don’t mind, do you?” She lit it slowly, taking her time, and took a large inhale of the intricately rolled indica. She blew it out one side of her mouth to avoid blowing it all over Blackgate. “I think I’m ready to talk about this all means. What’s been happening to me.” She took another hit of the joint and exhaled again. “Will it follow me where I go?”
The thought of staying at Blackgate’s made her feel uneasy. She had just met the man, but at the same time, he would probably be the only to keep her from experiencing the increasing activity going on around her. She had never had a problem with being by herself until recently, and now being alone was a frightening concept. “If I do stay at your place, I will warn you, I’ve been waking up… screaming. Night terrors. It’s a bit embarrassing,” she said as her cheeks flushed. She didn’t like feeling this helpless.
“Well, before I make any reservations at Hotel Blackgate,” she began as she walked out of the room to the kitchen, “maybe we can talk about what that unpronounceable name on the folder means.” She pulled out two wine glasses from a cabinet, but not without climbing up on the counter to reach them. At 5’4”, plenty of the things in the apartment were simply inaccessible to her. Keith was 6’2” and often was the one to grab most of the items she needed in hard to reach places. “Do you like red wine?” she asked, not looking up at the man, and pulled out a bottle from one of the lower cabinets. Without waiting for a response, she popped out the cork and began to fill each delicate wine glass.
Caroline reached her arm over to the bar stools as to offer a seat as she took one for herself. She reached for a drawer arms-length away and pulled out a joint. “You don’t mind, do you?” She lit it slowly, taking her time, and took a large inhale of the intricately rolled indica. She blew it out one side of her mouth to avoid blowing it all over Blackgate. “I think I’m ready to talk about this all means. What’s been happening to me.” She took another hit of the joint and exhaled again. “Will it follow me where I go?”
The thought of staying at Blackgate’s made her feel uneasy. She had just met the man, but at the same time, he would probably be the only to keep her from experiencing the increasing activity going on around her. She had never had a problem with being by herself until recently, and now being alone was a frightening concept. “If I do stay at your place, I will warn you, I’ve been waking up… screaming. Night terrors. It’s a bit embarrassing,” she said as her cheeks flushed. She didn’t like feeling this helpless.
Vic watched her as she browsed what was available, and when she held up the necklace, he smiled and snatched it from her hand. Knowing that she was from such sophisticated lifestyle, he expected her to pick out something much more extravagant. “One moment please, ma’am,” he said he took the necklace over to the man working the tent and spoke with him quietly so that Alice could not overhear. After a quick conversation, he returned with the necklace and swirled his finger around to tell her to turn. Once she did, he brushed her long hair to the side, swung the necklace over her head, and gently worked at the clasp that rested at the base of her neck. Once it was fastened, he nudged her shoulder to turn her back around. “Ah, there we are. A good choice, I’d say,” he concluded as he eyed the pendant.
“Well, it looks as though the sun is setting, and I am ravenous. Let us get some supper, aye?” Vic suggested as he stuck out his arm for her to grab. The guilt momentarily was relieved until he did that. He did not want her to become attached to him; he was the opposite of everything she was raised to be, and he understood how easily a young woman like herself could find her means for rebellion in a man like him. But, it was not like he could just return her. No, that would completely make her kidnapping in the first place pointless. He had a job to do, and he had to see it through – not letting his own feelings get in the way. He remained deep in his thoughts, almost in a trance, until they arrived at the inn.
The men had already began drinking as the ladies of the inn brought out dish after dish to the big table they sat around. Vic and Alice entered the building, and he immediately felt a part of his emotional burden lifted as he passed through the threshold. Two empty seats awaited them, and he plopped down heavily in one, ready to indulge in the wonderful feast in front of them. Sarah came back over with a drink for him, and he nodded with thanks. He immediately began to fill his plate from the large bowls of chicken, vegetables and other side dishes, though he was not yet out of the funk he had put himself into and did not join most of the conversations happening around him. Instead, he sat mostly in silence, finishing his drink rather quickly.
“Well, it looks as though the sun is setting, and I am ravenous. Let us get some supper, aye?” Vic suggested as he stuck out his arm for her to grab. The guilt momentarily was relieved until he did that. He did not want her to become attached to him; he was the opposite of everything she was raised to be, and he understood how easily a young woman like herself could find her means for rebellion in a man like him. But, it was not like he could just return her. No, that would completely make her kidnapping in the first place pointless. He had a job to do, and he had to see it through – not letting his own feelings get in the way. He remained deep in his thoughts, almost in a trance, until they arrived at the inn.
The men had already began drinking as the ladies of the inn brought out dish after dish to the big table they sat around. Vic and Alice entered the building, and he immediately felt a part of his emotional burden lifted as he passed through the threshold. Two empty seats awaited them, and he plopped down heavily in one, ready to indulge in the wonderful feast in front of them. Sarah came back over with a drink for him, and he nodded with thanks. He immediately began to fill his plate from the large bowls of chicken, vegetables and other side dishes, though he was not yet out of the funk he had put himself into and did not join most of the conversations happening around him. Instead, he sat mostly in silence, finishing his drink rather quickly.
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