January 18th
Knocking. She hears knocking, but she?s much too fuzzy to figure out where it?s coming from. It won?t stop.
When Lenore?s eyes open she?s staring up at the ceiling of her room. The bed beside her is cold and lacking Cris? warmth but there?s a distinct weight vibrating with purrs settled on her chest. Two more sharp knocks land on the door that make her groan and carefully shift the cream point himalayan cat onto the mattress next to her despite his growls of protest. ?Hang on!?
It?s still so foreign for her to have to answer the door. Usually the only bodies that come in and out of the room are herself or Cris. Sometimes Nicholas when he?s attempting to make a daring escape. Where is Cris anyway? Probably out walking. Possibly the teashop. Taking in the city and solitude, so similar to Lenore?s needs for the same things now and then so she?s not inclined to question it.
She?s not sure who could be knocking on their door this late at night. Constance is the only person that really comes to mind. It is late, isn?t it? She has no clock but moonlight streams into the darkened room from the window over the little wooden desk. She pauses at the door with her hand on the knob to release a final wide mouthed yawn before tugging it open.
?What is it, four steps from your bed to the door? How could it possibly take that long to answer it??
The cool voice, biting words, and shock of bright blonde hair on the too tall, too lanky form instantly shake the lingering bits of sleep from her. ?Andrew??
?I?m not going to dignify that with an answer.? He glances over her head easily enough thanks to the difference in height. ?Your Nephilim isn?t home. May I come in??
?You could at least pretend to be normal and ask those sorts of things instead of stating what you know from scent alone.? She exhales a teasing sigh through a weak smile, relieved to see the familiar face.
Yet again he has no response for that. Already thin lips press together tighter, the threat of something much darker lingering in his expression. She realizes too late she probably shouldn?t have said something about being normal but it?s saying something that he?s attempting to refrain from snapping at her.
?I?m glad to see you, Andrew, honestly. Come in.? Stepping back the door opens wider to allow him to sweep past her and it?s after she closes the door that she flips the rarely used switch to turn on the abrasive overhead lighting of the room. It doesn?t make Andrew bat a lash as he takes his time analyzing what little is before him in the modest room but Lenore winces, not used to the brightness.
?I didn?t think I was going to see you again. I left you? a few voicemail messages. I?m not sure if you got them. The last time I called, your phone was shut off.? Her slim torso is covered by a chunky knit black sweater, thin arms lost within the sleeves folding awkwardly over her chest. ?I almost thought the two were related? like maybe you did it on purpose because you didn?t want to see me??
Andrew rolls his eyes but it?s hard to tell what is getting that reaction out of him. Either it?s the pitiful explanation from his own flesh and blood or it?s Nicholas who is now at his side, elevated enough by the bed that he can reach Andrew?s hand to slash claws at it and nip his knuckles with sharp teeth. Andrew?s hand swipes aside at the cat dismissively.
?I heard your voicemail messages and I got my number changed to save you the embarrassment of having anymore pathetic audio displays captured for all eternity.? A snarl brims from behind Andrew?s teeth but it?s not meant for Lenore. It doesn?t seem like he?s interested in wasting much energy or emotion on her right now but Nicholas? incessant clawing at Andrew?s hand and growling earned the reaction.
?I? What?? Thick lips part in surprise even though she?s not sure how she still manages to be surprised when Andrew says something so thoughtless. ?They weren?t pathetic displays. I was apologizing to you. I was telling you I?m sorry-?
?Yes, sorry. You?re a sorry excuse for a Shape-shifter but I will give you at least some credit for being remotely intelligent to a degree. Maybe.? Andrew?s hand swats at Nicholas with the intentions of knocking the cat backwards. Really, if he would move two steps from the bed it wouldn?t be an issue but even Lenore knows, as failing as she apparently is as a Shape-shifter, it?s more about territory than anything. ?Something you said really stuck out to me, Lenore.?
?Nicholas, cut it out.? She feels the cat has more sense to stop the fight than Andrew does, especially with the ice in his voice. ?What did I say?? This reunion already isn?t going how she had planned. All those days of imagining their face to face reconciliation, a new beginning for them as family members. This isn?t it at all and she?s regretting that she put so much time into getting Andrew to stay in RhyDin even if it only involved a few phone calls.
Another quick bat of his pale hand at Nicholas only managed to make the cat hiss and spit louder. ?The one time you actually stood up for yourself against someone and it only took you a matter of days to blame it all on yourself. I didn?t even have to say anything to you. You?re so weak that you managed to talk yourself out of your stand and come crawling back to me and I didn?t even have to lift a finger.?
She could feel her chest deflating with every word he spoke and she?s positive at some point he?s going to strike a nerve so hard that she?s going to shatter. She?s going to crumple, it?s not going to be a pretty sight, and it will only give him even more ammunition to use against her. ?I assumed I was being loyal.? Her voice cracks and she?s mentally damning the lighting above that would make it obvious his words have wounded her. ?I thought we were supposed to stick together and I was attempting to make amends for what I said to you. I didn?t mean it.?
?No, Lenore. Don?t say that. As I mentioned, you made a very wise declaration and I intend to follow through.?
Nothing about this was funny and yet she laughs. She laughs humorlessly through the tears and brushes them from her cheeks as they began to fall freely. ?What did I say? To leave? That you bring out the worst in me? What??
Nicholas has been winding up for quite the attack while Andrew was distracted but when he makes his leap from the bed to catch Andrew?s unsuspecting hand he?s in for a surprise. Quick as can be Andrew snatches up the cat mid-flight and brings him around using the little fluffball?s own momentum to hug him to his chest. It?s so quick and Lenore only has enough time to process that perhaps Andrew is going to hold Nicholas to keep him from fighting as she and Cris have done so many times before, but the thought is barely put together when reality sets in.
Andrew?s other hand crosses over Nicholas? head and? it?s nothing to him. It?s like snapping a brittle stick from the winter sidewalk, the jerking motion he makes and the sickening crack that follows. That?s all it takes, just a second... not even that... and all the spitting and hissing comes to a stop leaving the white himalayan still and lifeless within Andrew?s grasp.
?You told me to consider you dead and that we would all be better for it. I think you?re right.?
His words still manage to be so calm, cool, and collected but they?re lost amongst the gut wrenching scream of anguish that spills from Lenore.
Knocking. She hears knocking, but she?s much too fuzzy to figure out where it?s coming from. It won?t stop.
When Lenore?s eyes open she?s staring up at the ceiling of her room. The bed beside her is cold and lacking Cris? warmth but there?s a distinct weight vibrating with purrs settled on her chest. Two more sharp knocks land on the door that make her groan and carefully shift the cream point himalayan cat onto the mattress next to her despite his growls of protest. ?Hang on!?
It?s still so foreign for her to have to answer the door. Usually the only bodies that come in and out of the room are herself or Cris. Sometimes Nicholas when he?s attempting to make a daring escape. Where is Cris anyway? Probably out walking. Possibly the teashop. Taking in the city and solitude, so similar to Lenore?s needs for the same things now and then so she?s not inclined to question it.
She?s not sure who could be knocking on their door this late at night. Constance is the only person that really comes to mind. It is late, isn?t it? She has no clock but moonlight streams into the darkened room from the window over the little wooden desk. She pauses at the door with her hand on the knob to release a final wide mouthed yawn before tugging it open.
?What is it, four steps from your bed to the door? How could it possibly take that long to answer it??
The cool voice, biting words, and shock of bright blonde hair on the too tall, too lanky form instantly shake the lingering bits of sleep from her. ?Andrew??
?I?m not going to dignify that with an answer.? He glances over her head easily enough thanks to the difference in height. ?Your Nephilim isn?t home. May I come in??
?You could at least pretend to be normal and ask those sorts of things instead of stating what you know from scent alone.? She exhales a teasing sigh through a weak smile, relieved to see the familiar face.
Yet again he has no response for that. Already thin lips press together tighter, the threat of something much darker lingering in his expression. She realizes too late she probably shouldn?t have said something about being normal but it?s saying something that he?s attempting to refrain from snapping at her.
?I?m glad to see you, Andrew, honestly. Come in.? Stepping back the door opens wider to allow him to sweep past her and it?s after she closes the door that she flips the rarely used switch to turn on the abrasive overhead lighting of the room. It doesn?t make Andrew bat a lash as he takes his time analyzing what little is before him in the modest room but Lenore winces, not used to the brightness.
?I didn?t think I was going to see you again. I left you? a few voicemail messages. I?m not sure if you got them. The last time I called, your phone was shut off.? Her slim torso is covered by a chunky knit black sweater, thin arms lost within the sleeves folding awkwardly over her chest. ?I almost thought the two were related? like maybe you did it on purpose because you didn?t want to see me??
Andrew rolls his eyes but it?s hard to tell what is getting that reaction out of him. Either it?s the pitiful explanation from his own flesh and blood or it?s Nicholas who is now at his side, elevated enough by the bed that he can reach Andrew?s hand to slash claws at it and nip his knuckles with sharp teeth. Andrew?s hand swipes aside at the cat dismissively.
?I heard your voicemail messages and I got my number changed to save you the embarrassment of having anymore pathetic audio displays captured for all eternity.? A snarl brims from behind Andrew?s teeth but it?s not meant for Lenore. It doesn?t seem like he?s interested in wasting much energy or emotion on her right now but Nicholas? incessant clawing at Andrew?s hand and growling earned the reaction.
?I? What?? Thick lips part in surprise even though she?s not sure how she still manages to be surprised when Andrew says something so thoughtless. ?They weren?t pathetic displays. I was apologizing to you. I was telling you I?m sorry-?
?Yes, sorry. You?re a sorry excuse for a Shape-shifter but I will give you at least some credit for being remotely intelligent to a degree. Maybe.? Andrew?s hand swats at Nicholas with the intentions of knocking the cat backwards. Really, if he would move two steps from the bed it wouldn?t be an issue but even Lenore knows, as failing as she apparently is as a Shape-shifter, it?s more about territory than anything. ?Something you said really stuck out to me, Lenore.?
?Nicholas, cut it out.? She feels the cat has more sense to stop the fight than Andrew does, especially with the ice in his voice. ?What did I say?? This reunion already isn?t going how she had planned. All those days of imagining their face to face reconciliation, a new beginning for them as family members. This isn?t it at all and she?s regretting that she put so much time into getting Andrew to stay in RhyDin even if it only involved a few phone calls.
Another quick bat of his pale hand at Nicholas only managed to make the cat hiss and spit louder. ?The one time you actually stood up for yourself against someone and it only took you a matter of days to blame it all on yourself. I didn?t even have to say anything to you. You?re so weak that you managed to talk yourself out of your stand and come crawling back to me and I didn?t even have to lift a finger.?
She could feel her chest deflating with every word he spoke and she?s positive at some point he?s going to strike a nerve so hard that she?s going to shatter. She?s going to crumple, it?s not going to be a pretty sight, and it will only give him even more ammunition to use against her. ?I assumed I was being loyal.? Her voice cracks and she?s mentally damning the lighting above that would make it obvious his words have wounded her. ?I thought we were supposed to stick together and I was attempting to make amends for what I said to you. I didn?t mean it.?
?No, Lenore. Don?t say that. As I mentioned, you made a very wise declaration and I intend to follow through.?
Nothing about this was funny and yet she laughs. She laughs humorlessly through the tears and brushes them from her cheeks as they began to fall freely. ?What did I say? To leave? That you bring out the worst in me? What??
Nicholas has been winding up for quite the attack while Andrew was distracted but when he makes his leap from the bed to catch Andrew?s unsuspecting hand he?s in for a surprise. Quick as can be Andrew snatches up the cat mid-flight and brings him around using the little fluffball?s own momentum to hug him to his chest. It?s so quick and Lenore only has enough time to process that perhaps Andrew is going to hold Nicholas to keep him from fighting as she and Cris have done so many times before, but the thought is barely put together when reality sets in.
Andrew?s other hand crosses over Nicholas? head and? it?s nothing to him. It?s like snapping a brittle stick from the winter sidewalk, the jerking motion he makes and the sickening crack that follows. That?s all it takes, just a second... not even that... and all the spitting and hissing comes to a stop leaving the white himalayan still and lifeless within Andrew?s grasp.
?You told me to consider you dead and that we would all be better for it. I think you?re right.?
His words still manage to be so calm, cool, and collected but they?re lost amongst the gut wrenching scream of anguish that spills from Lenore.