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Post by Kate Payne on Jan 3, 2008 10:40:36 GMT -5
all of it. Kate joked as she got a few knots out of it by going through each strain, when she looked up she could not help but laugh at the expression that Hannibal’s features held. I’m just joking. Kate laughed again she let her hair fall down her back as she let go of it. She reached up and teasingly kiss Hannibal slowly running the tips of her fingers down his chest and stomach barely touching the skin… then her touch faded as she slid her hand off his body just as it reached his belly button.
Kate smiling she knew her teasing was getting to him. A mysterious look lingered in her eyes and she looked away moving the curtain stepping out. She grabbed a clean towel and wrapped it some what tightly around her smaller figure. Kate wrapped her hair in a bun then wrapped a towel it letting the cotton soak up the water the dripped from her hair.
As Kate walked into the room she noticed that the things that Hannibal had bought were sitting neatly at the end of the bed… when had they come in? She hoped to god that it was during their moments of passion. Both her and Hannibal were so overwhelmed by pleasure that she was sure either one would have heard anyone come in even if they had knocked. Kate prayed that they had come in while they were in the shower. That would not have been as bad.
Once Kate knew that the towel had soaked up most of the water from her hair she let it fall to the floor, her hair unrolled it’s self and fell along her lean back and bounced a little as it hit its limit of length. Slowly Kate dried off her body, when she finished and all the water was off her luxurious figure Kate grabbed a pair of short white cotton shorts and a black tank top slowly putting them on one thing at a time. Kate learned the hard way by losing almost everyone she had ever loved and for a while there she had lost everyone, but she learned in the cruelest way possible that life is way to short to do everything quickly so she now took one step at a time slowing her life down a bit to cherish the moments that had flooded by so quickly.
Kate stepped out of the room and called for Maggie… Maggie came quickly too quickly for Kate’s new tease of speed, Maggie braided Kate’s hair tightly wrapping the end with a small peace of white stuff that would hold Kate’s braid without breaking off the ends giving the ends of Kate's hair a dull and frizzy look. Kate stepped back into the room, she walked to the window and felt as if someone fall off was watching her beyond the darkness of the shadowed land and out of the reach and senses of the six dogs that were guarding the place… she could not see who ever it was but she knew they were there… it was the same cold feeling of dark eye breathing down your neck the same feeling she had gotten earlier this week when she went to her private cemetery where Tristian, her Father, Mother and the rest of her dead family were buried…
Kate glared coldly out the window the evil that had taken over a long time ago flashed its hint of life in her eyes and after a minute of standing there looking at the darkness with steady eyes the feeling had left as if who ever or what ever had been watching her left her to her self. Once Kate knew for sure that it was gone the evil was once again hidden away before Hannibal had had the chance to see it again. Kate knew that since that night she almost killed him that he was scared to see that evil again… although he had not seen it since that night over a year and a half ago she still remembered the expression he had given her as she choked him while she was not in control, she remembered it very clearly. Kate bent down to the bottom of the window and opened it the warmish cool air flooded pass her to fill the room then she walked to the second window and opened it as well letting the scent that was in the room be pushed out by the fresh air that helped air out the room to rid the smell of sex, from the moments that Kate could still replay very freshly in her calm mind.
-the thing that had been watching her will later play a huge role in our thread if every thing works out the way I am planning, although I haven’t figured out who or what it is going to be yet It is going to be BIG-
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Jan 11, 2008 22:46:56 GMT -5
comments;; dunno when i finished this, because i didn't have muse for a while, but i debated posting it or not. i know i made you mad, even though you say i didn't, and this will probably piss you off even more, but hey. if you calm down, it's here for you.
“Oh my god. You really got me there.” He said, his features lightening a bit as he watched her now. The smile slipped onto his features, replacing the shocked expression that had once been very clear on his pale features. He kissed her gently back as the teasing kiss was ended and he felt her fingers down his chest and stomach. The soft sensation of her teasing was great. He titled his head back into the warm water to rinse the conditioner from his hair. As he did so, she stepped from the shower, leaving him alone under the water. His eyes were hidden from the world as the water spilled over his face and down his body. He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair and was sure to get all of it out before he opened his eyes to see Kate step out of the bathroom.
He turned off the water and grabbed a towel. He ruffled his hair quickly and then brushed the cloth over his body, drying up the water that rested on his skin. He was careful as he brushed the fabric over his shoulder. No blood was left on it, which was good. He ruffled his hair with the towel again until the long brown locks were stringy and separated, but not soaked anymore. He wrapped the towel around his lean waist and tucked it into itself so it didn’t fall as he walked out of the steaming washroom. He walked outside the room to see Kate standing in front of a window. Her hair was brought back in a braid, and white shorts, as well as a black shirt covered her body a bit. He watched her quietly as she still motionless in front of the window, just looking out there. He didn’t know what she was looking at, but wasn’t about to even ask her, for she looked focused.
His mind wandered for a bit as she stood so deathly still. He shuddered slightly, the horrid memories of that year ago where she’d nearly strangled him. She had been so still, and slightly bothered by the expression of fear that stretched across his face. How he remembered that day, he wished he could just forget it, but it came to him rather frequently, especially now as he stood looking upon her as she stands so still. That look in her eyes, a look that he wishes to never see again. For seeing that, was like seeing death itself. She could have and almost killed him that night… It was a night Hannibal would not soon forget and as a subconscious action his hands raised to his neck. He’d had bruises for two weeks at the least. Dark in hue, and shaped like hands, very clear hands at that. His fingers held not tight, but firmly to his neck, thinking of the day. She moved then, almost causing him to jump right out of his skin, forget the towel, skin was coming off. Kate’s movement was subtle and not anything to be jumpy about, but she bent down to open the window and then the other one. The air flowed calmly into the room and Hannibal walked forward to see his clothes laying on the end of the bed.
He shifted through the piles, finding a new shirt, a new pair of pants and a new pair of boxers. Black as suspected and they hung over his arm as he watched her silently for another long moment. A heavy, but soft sigh escaped his lung. He pulled over a black, formfitting muscle shirt and unbuttoned the black shirt. He left it unbuttoned and pulled it over his arms. He fixed the collar so it was laid neatly down and shrugged slightly, allowing the shirt to rest comfortably on his torso. He traded the towel around his waist, for the black boxers and then pulled on the black slacks. They fit his legs nicely like jeans did and looked pretty good on his form. A lot of people would consider this kind of dressy, but he liked to dress like this. Button up shirts and comfortable slacks. Jeans were definitely a favorite, but this was nice too. “What can grab your attention that much to make you stand so still. You made me jump when you moved.” Hannibal’s toned spoke with a very soft laugh as he picked up the towel and folded it in half, long-ways, then hung it up to dry. |
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Post by Kate Payne on Jan 12, 2008 0:13:08 GMT -5
Someone was watching… Kate spoke forcing the darkness back down into her the deepest part of her body. She knew Hannibal was probably asking himself how she knew some one was watching with the outside of the house being so dark you could not see you hand three feet in front of your face let alone see someone two stories down and a couple of hundred yards away. Kate smirked answering his unspoken question before he had a chance to speak it. Once the animal inside you is unleashed things like knowing when someone is watching you from afar become as easy as a blink of an eye. her voice was almost joyous of the that fact that she was an uncontrollable killer once the dark beast inside her was unleashed Plus when you have the youngest high ranking military officer, and one of the best American war assassins as your father and a field doctor who before was also a war assassin as a mother things like that are innate… although that kind of pedigree back ground is most likely scaring the shit out of you. Huh? Kate paused as the memory of her mother and father that time in the park riding horses with her reentered her mind she looked down and a soft sight was released from her lungs. But that no longer matters because they are both dead. The only one left in this damn family who as their blood is me. Kate’s voice sounded a little heart broken has she pushed the memory away hoping it would stay gone forever… she never again wanted to be reminded of them.
Kate looked up at Hannibal locking their eyes square and dead on for a minute before she turned around as if silently saying she did not want to talk further about that topic of her dead family, pulling the curtains over the open window to block any one from seeing back inside the window again. Before Kate pulled the curtain over the second window she stood pressing her hands against the window frame she looked back out of the window and spoke as if she was hiding something In the morning I want to show you something… But it will make you cry that why it is hidden. I can not bring myself it destroy it… Kate’s voice faded as she balanced her weight straight up again pulling the curtain over blocking the view of unwanted viewers.
Kate walked toward the bed it was ten, ten at night and everything with saving Hannibal from jumping, after he killed his ex male friend, and his father. Then helping him get away by smuggling him out of town and onto a plane and flying him to England. Taking him to a race winning him a nice ass hot rod. Coming back home and having a overwhelming memory of her own. Then going back in time to revisit her dead mother and father through a memory wore Kate out quite a bit… saying the words boyfriend, ex, and Hannibal’s in the same sentence was a bit off but Kate did not care what he did or who he did in the pass year as long as he was happy and safe away from everything that had hurt him. Wait… there was still one thing that would kill them both if they allowed it to… the thing Kate was going to show Hannibal… It was the reason that the tiger was guarding her cars… no one would thing to look under the tiger… and no one was stupid enough to try and look either it was the perfect hiding spot… for Kate’s darkest memory…
Kate laid down on the bed allowing her body to rest on top of the blankets… to Kate it was to hot to be covered up by thick blankets. Her long braided hair fell over the side of the bed and down to the hard wood floor that was covered by a gold and silver rug that the bed rested on. Her darkening brown eyes slowly darted up looking at Hannibal. Her head rested a little heavily on her forearm her eyes lids got heavy but she forced them to stay open… fearing that if she went to sleep that she would wake up still in her old mansion and with out Hannibal… and everything that happened today was a dream.
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Jan 12, 2008 0:53:19 GMT -5
Hannibal watched her with uncertain eyes as she spoke. She unraveled the inner fiber of his soul when she spoke like that. How could she sound so joyful when she spoke of such things? He didn't understand this abstract feeling of joy that she felt, but then again, the inner beast within him was heavily locked away. His behavior was bad enough when he was doped up or smashed. He didn't need to know what his inner beast was like, and had no intention of trying to find out. He liked being the relatively calm person that he was. He was perfectly content with that. "It is a little freaky, I will say that..." the male chose his words very carefully, for he didn't know if it was best to admit that yes, it did scare the shit out of him.
Deep, dark brown eyes met hers for a silent, but firm minute and his gaze didn't falter. His eyes stayed with hers and were focused for the short time before she turned away and shut the curtains. He understood that she wouldn't want to speak of her family, and he wouldn't have spoken of it anyway. He didn't speak about his family, why she he ask her to speak more about hers? He watched her carefully as she pressed her hands up against the window and stood there for a long moment. She drew his curiosity, but he had to learn to be a little bit more careful. Her words then busted his thoughts of being more careful. She cannot bring herself to destroy it, and she was sure that it would make him cry? He wasn't really sure if he wanted to see such a thing.
Julian was not to be mentioned, at anytime when Hannibal was near. It wasn't that he was ashamed that he'd been with a male, oh no. He'd felt a strong admiration for the other and felt safe when he was wrapped within the other's strong arms. He'd felt comfortable and loved again. No one had loved him as much as Julian had, and then of course the male betrayed him by lying to him which, what do you know, led him to his certain death by 'falling' off the tallest roof in the city. He didn't like to think about Julian anymore, and didn't want to. He'd killed the other man, and that was what Hannibal was ashamed of. He didn't have a conscious that seemed to lack remorse at times like Kate did. He felt horrible for killing for of those men, but felt that they deserved it as well. Karma had caught up to them finally.
He watched her lay back on the bed, and she looked pretty comfortable. Her head looked heavy on her neck, and her eyelids threatened to hide the sight of this room, and his figure from her eyes. Deep brown pools watched her as he walked over to set his figure on the other side of the bed, but not to sleep. He was not tired; he came to assure her that he would indeed still be here when she woke. That was the good thing about keeping the inner beast locked within. He could tell when one worried for he didn't have the sharpest instincts when it came to feeling eyes upon him. An animal's feelings are toward its family, and then second comes its enemies. "Go to sleep. I won't leave." he said quietly, letting a hand gently brush across her cheek. |
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Post by Kate Payne on Jan 12, 2008 1:22:41 GMT -5
Kate overlapped his hand with her hand sliding her finger tips between his fingers then the rest of her hand’s limbs followed the finger tips causing them to lace along his hand. For about five to ten minutes Kate refused to let her eyes close then slowly her stubbornness was tired out by the battle to stay awake. Kate blinked and that was the last thing her remembered doing…
Memories of Kate’s father and Mother flooded her sleeping mind. Her father dressed in a black suit with a white tie waving his hand as he stepped off the train. Kate’s mother let go of her hand allowing her to run toward her father Father! that sound of the six year old Kate Payne echoed loudly in her head… There’s my little bumble bee! the wide smile crosses Kate’s father’s face that was the smile he always had when he was in his joyous moments. He arms held out wide welcoming little Kate into his strong arms that would always protect her. Kate looked back to see her mother is her light pink Sunday dress that made her look so young and beautiful…
Kate’s eyes flue open and she jumped a little, her breathing was hard and her eyes were wide with mixed feelings. Her head was pounding as if someone was knocking too hard on the inside of her head. Kate slowly sat up resting her num hand on her head groaning very low almost a light growl you would hear from a cat or something. It feel like she had been drugged or like the night is overdosed on about fifty sleeping pills.
After a few minutes Kate looked down to see Hannibal still sleeping right next to her… he looked so peaceful. She had not seen that look on any one is a very long time it was almost jolting for her to see such pace after everything has been through… maybe sleeping was the only way Hannibal could get any kind of solid peace. Kate’s head was still pounding like hell but she laid back down on her side slowly and very quietly to keep from Waking Hannibal… she watched him sleep… she watched him in what seemed ‘his’ peace.
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Jan 12, 2008 11:29:23 GMT -5
His eyes watched her with a calm and very gentle looking smile. He didn't know what exactly ran through her head as to why she didn't want to sleep, but either way he would be here when she woke. Everything was so real, even though it had its dream like qualities, everything was real. They were really here, and everything had really happened. He gently pulled his hand away as she drifted off to sleep, and for a short time her features were calm and easy to look at. He smiled slightly and wished that everything could be as perfect as it were in dreams.
After about an hour of being quiet and staying awake, sleep sweep over the male's body and he settled his tall body onto the bed. He stretched a bit, but laid quietly next to Kate, also he found it too warm to lay under the blankets so his figure, all dressed in black, laid on top of the sheets.
He was a very vocal sleeper when he dreamed. You'd never notice it unless you were awake to hear him, but he spoke a lot in his sleep. For now, his mind was calm and there was no restless moving or worried speech escaping his vocals. He wasn't a lighter sleeper, but he was deep enough into his sleep that when she woke with a start he only stirred slightly. The look of peace did not falter and he laid calmly, chest rising and falling with a very easy pattern and his hands rested on his chest.
Lips moved a bit, mumbling words in an incoherent sentence, just random words that were too soft for one to hear, but he was still speaking. The male's body was calm and still rested stretched out with his hands folded over his chest, but a curious look had crossed his pale features. He was still calm but the memories of the first night he'd fought with Julian poured into his mind. It was the one time that he'd ever fought with the man, and since that night everything between them had crumbled. After that night was the time when he felt the worst that he ever thought to be possible.
He walked into the house after pulling a late shift for Damien and was tired as hell. He hated the late shifts because they were boring as hell. Damien was the second cook though, and Hannibal had the first spot filled so he'd gotten the short straw and had to take the late shift. He pushed the key into the lock and turned it firmly until he heard the click of the gears turning within. He walked through the door and closed it again. He hung the keys in the kitchen and looked around, not seeing Julian anywhere. He shook his head, thinking that maybe he'd just gone out. He found wine and glasses sitting on the counter and he observed them wonderingly.
He walked up the stairs to go check around as he thought he heard someone's voice. He checked around and then finally went into their room to find Julian with another man. He walked into the doorway just in time to see Julian reach his peak and shout how much he loved the other man. He smothered him with kisses and pulled away, saying they would have to do this again sometime. As Julian went to get off the bed, his eyes caught sight of Hannibal's.
"You bastard...” Hannibal's words came out as a moan, and his features were twisted with anger and sadness, as well as pain. His hands moved from his chest to run through his hair, and let them rest on his head. "I can't believe you..." the words were soft whispers, but in his mind he was yelling at Julian. "I could kill you right now!" the words were a little bit more firm as he spoke this time, and then grew silent, as Julian tried to explain to him.
"Hannibal, darling, it's not what it seems like." the male spoke, walking over to him. His well built body glistened in the dull light of the moon coming through the open window. His hands touched Hannibal's face and he back away, not wanting to be touched. "Hannibal? What's wrong?" Julian asked, as Hannibal backed him into a corner. The male stepped forward, keeping Hannibal pinned there.
"Get out... Get away from me." the words were shaken and hands covered his face as he turned his body away from Kate's eyes. |
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Post by Kate Payne on Jan 12, 2008 16:01:27 GMT -5
Without warning Hannibal’s face had gone from a peaceful slumber to a raged expression... words poured from his lips, his vocal cords tuned twisting emotion into each sealable. Kate sat up folding her legs under her as she moved into a sitting position. Kate calmly watched as he moved around, she knew movements like that very well… nightmares.
As Hannibal turned away rolling over onto his side, Kate reached her steady hand over firmly grabbing his shoulder. Then Kate jerked his shoulder rolling him back over to wake him. Hannibal wake up. Her voice was not loud but leveled enough to wake him up. Kate grabbed his forearms slightly holding them down just in case he jumped from his dream jerked his hands upward or out taking the chance of him accidentally hitting her. Kate already had a huge head ach she did not need it to be added to by something else hurting.
Bad dream? Kate’s vocals were soft as she released his arms. Suddenly it dawned on her that it was morning and today was going to be… heartbreaking. Should she show Hannibal now? The sooner he saw the better since she brought it up last night. Kate turned her head to look at the clock that rested on her night stand. Nine thirty three am. Kate slept in… she was usually up and going by six in the morning out in the barn caring for the horses working them out or running her track. Why hadn’t she waked up? Oh well, probably just the sudden change of things. She needed to call and Have Her stuff and her horse shipped by here to England, but Kate would do that later…
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Jan 12, 2008 20:17:29 GMT -5
He swore again, the words muffled by his hands and hidden face. He heard her voice tell him to wake up, and could feel the tight grip on his shoulder before the hands moved to his arms. This movement his gave him the only option to fight her grip, but instead he tensed a bit and glared at her with a blank expression. The anger, sadness and pain were all gone; leaving him just as pale faced as he was on any other normal day. He swallowed as she asked him if it was a bad dream and then released his arms. The male looked around before answering her question, making sure he was still at the new mansion. He nodded slightly then, before looking back at her.
"Yeah, you could say that." he said as his eyes wandered over her features. She looked a bit surprised, like reality had just slapped her in the face. His dark eyes moved over to look at the clock that was resting close to the bed side. Geez, he was a bum. He was usually up early, working in the kitchen in the restaurant, partying or running. He didn't usually sleep past eight on a normal day. He made it common in his life to get up early and work on his body. While Kate was away, he'd had two grandparents die of weight related issues and he wasn't going to let that happen to him. He worked out usually, on any normal day, but it was better in the morning because it woke him up and made his days seem to have a purpose.
"I didn't wake you, did I?" he asked, dark eyes looking up at her with a wondering expression now showing itself on his features. He still laid back against the pillow, and was stretched out on the bed, but now laid on his back instead of his side. He ran his fingers through his thick dark brown hair and then laced his fingers together and laid his hands on his chest. |
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Post by Kate Payne on Jan 12, 2008 20:57:43 GMT -5
No. you didn’t Kate unfolded her legs and stood up off the bed. She stretched her hands and arms forward the lean muscles that covered her shoulders and back rippled with the movement. Then her hands came up to her forehead trying to comfort the pounding on the inside of her head.
Slowly Kate made her way to the bathroom were she grabbed a wash cloth she turned on the cold water and cupped her hands under the running water, bringing her water filled hands up to her face then she pushed her face into the cold water. The Cold water of her hot face felt good. Kate grabbed the cloth and dried the water off her face. Kate straighten her braid that half hung over her shoulder, pushing it back to hang down her back. She grabbed her toothbrush and put some blue and white toothpaste along the bristles… she brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out with the cold water that still ran. Again Kate wiped the water off her face and turned off the water. The cold water seemed to be helping with her head ach.
Kate walked back into the bedroom. Might as well get this over with. Come on. Kate said opening the bedroom door and walking out of the room. Kate lead the way toward the kitchen and to the cars… but when Kate opened the door in stead of walking pass the tiger she opened the tiger cage door. It’s okay he won’t bite you Kate said as she seen the Hannibal looked at her like she was beyond crazy. The tiger purred as Kate patted his head. Kate walked to the other side of the cage and lifted a grid gate and some lights below turned on. Kate looked up Hannibal You climb down first. Kate waited until Hannibal was all the way down to start climbing down.
Once she got to the base about four feet down she turned around and opened a another door… more lights turned on…
A Mustang sat there under the lights… the designs on the car were in fact pictures… picture of Tristian… Pictures of Kate and Hannibal holding their dead son. The whole car was colored in the pictures of Tristian’s life…from front to back even the inside had pictures of Tristian. His smiles and beautiful odd colored eyes looked out from every angle possible on the car that held Kate’s now darkest and most unwanted memories… Kate stood again deadly still her eyes seemed far off but yet still here…
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Jan 12, 2008 21:27:41 GMT -5
Hannibal followed Kate in silence, remembering what she had said last night. The thought worried him a little bit, but he followed her with little to no hesitation. He hesitated as she opened the door to the tiger cage and insisted he follow her. An odd look stretched across his face and she then said that he wouldn't bite. He stayed near the edge of the cage, and even though it purred as Kate pet him, Hannibal wasn't going to touch the creature. He didn't have the best of luck with most animals... and it was too early to be attacked by something as massive as a tiger.
He gave a soft laugh as she told him to climb down first. He looked down, and then did as he was told. He clung tightly to the handles and climbed down into the room below. He was confused as to what was down here, and waited silently until she reached the floor too. He watched as more lights turned on, revealing a mustang that had been hidden in the darkness.
His jaw nearly hit the floor as he looked at it. A hand rose to his throat and his eyes watered a bit as no sound came from him. For a long moment he didn't even breathe because he couldn't. A soft, very shaky breath was drawn in very slowly as he made his way toward the car. His hand stayed at his throat while the other very hesitantly reached out to touch the car. He fell to his knees and just gazed at the pictures, his hand tracing the outline of their very young son's face. Tears fell down his face as he sat back on his feet and quickly pulled his hand away from the car. He couldn't touch it... He didn't even want to look at it, but he couldn't make himself pull his eyes away from the gorgeous blue eyes that belonged to their child.
"Why?" the male asked as his hands shook. He dropped his hand from his throat and rested it on his thighs. His breaths were shaking and very soft, while tears welled up in his eyes. He looked at her with a horrified expression, as a single tear slowly fell from his dark brown eyes and rolled down his cheek. He looked away from her, closing his eyes and hiding his face in his hands. For a long moment he was quiet, so quiet you couldn't even hear him breathing. Finally he stood up and wandered silently around the car. His hand gently trailed along the slick surface, lifting up occasionally as not to touch the child's face. He acted almost as though by touching it he was going to ruin the picture. He stopped to look at the ones with the three of them together... When they were truly happy.
"Why, why, why?" the male asked, not looking up at her and pausing for a good amount of time before he said each question. He stopped dead in his tracks, waiting for an answer before he said anything else. His hands still shook, and his breathing was very very quiet as he only took small, calming breaths. |
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Post by Kate Payne on Jan 12, 2008 22:06:56 GMT -5
Kate did not have an answer for him… Because in turn she did not even know why she had it made that way either… I wanted to destroy it but I couldn’t Kate turned and walked out of the room that concealed the car… she leaned against the wall next to the door frame facing away from the car. Kate looked down at the ground holding her tears back she did not even allow her eyes to swell up. She took a deep breath then released it with a heavy sight. She had to show him… she could not just tell him because she could not get the words out. It was really the only way to get their son out of her mind.
Kate waited there until Hannibal was ready to leave she could not look at it for more than a few minutes without completely losing it again. It was the only way I could forget… Kate paused she was more whispering to herself it was not really intended for Hannibal to hear. put the memories on something else and lock it away. her hands at her sides… her fingers curled and her hands tensed up balling them selves in fists that could make contact with killing force if she wanted to… then Kate relaxed her hands letting her fingers fall reaching toward the ground and she let out another sight…
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Jan 12, 2008 22:24:01 GMT -5
Hannibal shook his head as she walked out of the room. God damnit! This was insane. He'd gone for the longest time, not thinking their son. He'd almost completely blocked the small child out of his life, knowing that what happened had happened and that it was irreversible. Now he looked upon the care and the memories of his beautiful smile and perfect laugh filled his mind. His fingers curled tight and formed fists as couldn't tear his eyes away from the pictures. He missed the small child so much, and wished he hadn't left them. He'd gone that last week without seeing the baby boy and then he died.
"C'mon. I don't want to be down here anymore. It's tearing my heart out. I had almost forgotten about him... It's horrible of me to say that, but I honestly did. I was nearly past his death... Now I can't stop thinking about him." the male said as he didn't stop to look at her. He walked slowly away from the car, almost not wanting to leave it, but wanting to get away as fast as possible in the same breath. He climbed back up, and was very careful to move past the tiger.
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Post by Kate Payne on Jan 12, 2008 23:38:59 GMT -5
Kate listened to him as he spoke she did not look up until he was already up the ladder then she pushed herself off the wall and climbed up after Hannibal. She was careful to make sure that the grid gate door was shut firmly and followed Hannibal out of the tiger’s cage shutting the door behind her. Instead of leaving the kitchen she sat down at marble top table. Kate folded her arms and rested her head bridge that her forearms build when they were folded. The house phone that hung on the other side of the kitchen started to ring… Kate stood up with a heavy sigh and walked over and picked up the phone answering it... a calm voice spoke:
Hello?
Kate, baby! What you doing? it was Conner again…
Conner what do you want?
I want to know what are you doing baby?
I am doing nothing right now why?
Good, because I am sitting in front of your house the gate dude won’t let me in.
God damn Conner give him the phone
Oookay… Hay dude you boss wants you!
yes ma’am?
Let the dumb ass in will you
As you wish ma’am… here you go sir.
yeah your stiff ass better open that gate up… Thanks baby… I’ll be there in a minute…
Conner stop calling me that
okay baby… haha.
Kate hung up the phone rolling her eyes… that boy drove her insane. Kate walked back to table she could hear his car roaring closer as it drove down her drive way… she heard her front door open. Conner knew that the only house phone was in the kitchen so he knew where she was. His boots made a deep thudding sound every time he took a step closer toward her. He walked into the kitchen smiling wide when he saw Kate.
Haya Katie Kate.
What are you doing here Conner?
I am here to see what’s going on with you and ‘your guy’… I though I was your man.
Conner shut up. Seriously what do you need.
sex… haha… just joking…. But seriously I need to know if you are going to come down to the races to night.
No I do not think so. Hannibal might want to but the only way I am going is if I get a challenge.
Conner kept stepping closer to Kate… she did not move away because Kate did not feel like getting up out of her seat to move away. After a few minutes of not talking Conner grabbed her face and pressed his lips hard against Kate’s lips in a forcing matter holding her head beyond close to his. Kate balled her hand up in a fist and brought it hard against the side of Conner’s head. He let go growling in pain.
What he fuck Are you doing?!
Conner looked back at Kate and grin crossed his face. He straightened himself up and stepped closer toward Kate. Kate stepped back and some how got herself backed up against the wall… Conner was one of the very few people who could out beat Kate. Conner pinned Kate in the corner He grabbed her arms as she went to hit him again and pinned them hard and roughly at her side
Enough with the hitting. Huh? I think so.
Conner get th-
Kate started but before she could finish what she was demanding Conner cut her off by Pressing their lips together again sliding his tongue into her mouth and reached it half way into her mouth when Kate bit down on his tongue. Conner jumped and yelled again he pulled away from her face and brought his hand up smacking her hard across the face, cutting open the lip and the inside of her cheek as his hand made the contact her teeth dig into her flesh… tears rolled from her eyes as he again pinned her there. He ran his bitten tongue along her neck and jaw line. Kate rammed her knee into Conner’s gut and he growled again bending down a little resting his forehead on her breast. Kate did not speak because the of the pain in her mouth and all the blood that ran from her wounds.
Now why the hell did you do that you little bitch! Conner balled up his fist and slammed it against her face. Again cutting open the inside of her cheek some more, giving her a black eye and a small cut over her eyes along her eye brow. Kate cried with the shock of pain. She opened one eye just in time to see Hannibal walk back into the kitchen… Her lips silently spoke his name.
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Jan 13, 2008 1:06:08 GMT -5
Hannibal walked back into the kitchen so see Kate pressed up against the wall, and that one Conner dude standing in front of her, pinning her to that spot. His fist connected with her face, blackening the area around her eyes and bringing a cut to her glowing features. He walked swiftly toward them, and tightly wrapped his fingers around the male's collar and pulling him off of Kate. He stepped back a bit and pulled Conner away, to allow Kate to get a chance to move.
He didn't know who this guy thought he was, and how the hell he got off by coming in here and beating up his girl. Now, Hannibal wasn't that possessive that he would call Kate that, but they were together and he wasn't going to let some dude just come in and think he could treat her like this. "What the hell do you think you're doing, asshole?" He asked his dark eyes glaring at Conner and his hand held firm on the collar, not wanting him to get a chance to hurt Kate again. The red of blood stained the inside of her lips, which he'd seen when she mouthed his name silently. She also had a black tint around one of her gorgeous eyes and a cut on her face and lip. No one would treat her like that because Hannibal would not allow it.
"Speak you dumb fuck. Did you think you were gonna get away with treating her like that?"
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Post by Kate Payne on Jan 13, 2008 1:38:38 GMT -5
When Conner was ripped away he had held onto Kate’s arms for a second before letting go… long enough for Kate to lose balance and fall. Conner grinned widely, He balled his fist again and swung at Hannibal's head, and then his other fist made Contact with Hannibal's ribs.
Kate picked herself up, the side of her face hurt like hell and her head ach felt like her head had been smashed in by a hammer. Conner swung at Hannibal over and over and over again, more than half of his hits made contact with Hannibal’s body.
Kate was a little dizzy from the force that Conner had hit her with, but she was able to stand… if she held onto something. Blood ran from her lip. She watched Conner hit Hannibal over and over again. Hannibal did not have a chance against Conner, seeming that if Kate could kill Hannibal and Conner way over powered Kate and plus he was a boxer, if something did not happen Hannibal would be bitten to a bloody pelt. As soon as Kate seen Conner leave himself open she nailed him in the lower ribs… making him lose his breath. Kate tightly wrapped her arm around his throat cutting off his air way…Conner swung his fist up hitting Kate’s arms trying to get her off him but Kate held on for dear life… Conner’s face was starting to turn red then it turned blue as his eyes rolled back and then his eyelids closed as he passed out.
Kate let go of Conner’s heavy body and let it fall to the ground. Kate grabbed the table again her dizziness was getting worse as the pounding that now washed over her whole head the pain in her face was starting to go numb but the blood from her cheek and lip still flowed down her chin. Hannibal I’m- her voice was weak and soft… Kate’s knees gave out as she tried to take a step forward closer to Hannibal… her eyelids closed the pounding and numbing of her wounds blocked out everything else around her….
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