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    you are red, violent red.

    Post by sb on Sun Jul 25, 2010 6:16 pm

    YOU ARE RED, VIOLENT RED

    you hollow out my hungry eyes

    The sun streamed through the dusty blinds, creating a hazy, milky light in the plain loft. The air in the room was smoky, and a light fog hung overhead. In an ash tray by the bed, two cigarettes sat smoldering. A bottle of Heineken lay half-empty on the floor, and another one on the small bedside table.

    Music was playing in the background; some angry rock that could only put the listener into a bad mood. It was quiet, barely audible, but every once in a while, the loud shred of guitar would pierce the almost-silence.

    In the bed lay two figures, limbs tangled and hair mangled. Neither moved, neither stirred; they were dead asleep under the ratty, twisted sheets, clinging to each other as if they were each other's only stability. A dainty arm hung over the side of the bed, and the wrist and forearem were dotted with scabs and scars. At the elbow, there was a swelling, purple bruise seemingly from an IV or needle of some sort.

    It was a sad sight to behold, the small room in the loft.

    Finally, one of the figures stirred; a woman, young, probably around the tender age of twenty. She stretched, untangling herself from the sheets and the young man beside her. She was surprised by his presence, as if she hadn't been expecting him to be home this morning.

    She hadn't. He never stayed through the night with her; there were always places to be that were more important than being with her. To show her satisfaction in his presence, she leaned down, brushed his hair out of his face, and kissed his forehead.

    "Morning," He mumbled suddenly, his hand searching blindly for something.

    She grasped it and their fingers intertwinde as his other arm wrapped around her waist. "Morning," She repeated, settling down in his embrace once more.


    AN: Hey guys, posting this here because I got fucked over on TCO. Thankfully, I was able to retrieve a few of my stories. I'm going to be changing this one up a little bit because I didn't really like the angle this one was coming from. So... Yeah.




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    Post by sb on Sun Jul 25, 2010 6:20 pm

    one.

    Cass closed her eyes and leaned against the counter across from the stove where her ramen noodles sat boiling. Tonight's were chicken-flavored. She crossed her arms over the oversized men's dress shirt she currently wore and took a long drag from her Marlboro Light.

    The shirt was Damien's, the cigarettes were too; he left them last night. Where he went without a shirt, Cass didn't know, nor did she care. What mattered was that he had left her again. She had woken up that morning, like so many others, to an empty bed, and she was sick of it.

    Tonight, she told herself, she would confront him about it, and she would tell him how sick of his games she was. Yeah, she was going to end it because she didn't deserve to be treated like one of his whores; she was special, different, he loved her, maybe.

    She liked to think he did; she liked to think the reason he chose to spend his nights with her was because he loved her. She liked to think the reason he sometimes let his guard down around her was because he loved her. She liked to think a lot of things, regardless of whether or not they were true. Thinking those things got her through the day--along with half a pack of Marlboro Lights and a bottle of Heineken, or something less expensive such as Natty-Light or Busch.

    Her noodles started to boil over, and right on cue, the cord-attached landline phone (which was definitely from the 1980s) let out its telltale ring. Cass cursed under her breath and slid the pot from the burner; she quickly dashed across her small kitchen area and answered hoarsely. "Hello?"

    "Cassie?"

    "Mom," Cass replied, the shock evident in her voice.

    "Hi, baby," Rhonda cooed, as if the two hadn't not spoken for over six months. "How are you?"

    "I'm... fine," Cass said, putting out her cigarette in a conveniently-placed ash tray. She couldn't believe she was talking with her mother; they hadn't spoken since her grandfather's funeral six months earlier, back in June. "Is there any reason you called?" Cass looked at the clock. It was ten-thirty; clearly, Rhonda had something important to say.

    "Well, sweetie, I know we haven't talked in a while, but I called to tell you--"

    At that moment, there were four very loud raps on Cass's front door. She nearly jumped three feet in the air at the sudden interruption. "Mom," She said. "Could you hold on a second?"

    Without waiting for an answer, she pressed the receiver to her chest and wandered to the door, or as far as the telephone cord would let her. "Who is it?" She asked loudly.

    "It's me," A strained voice replied. "Open the door, now."

    Cass almost dropped the phone. "Hold on!" She called. "Mom?" She said into the receiver. "I'm going to have to call you back, okay?"

    "Cassie," Rhonda said in a worried voice. "Is something wrong?"

    "No, Mom, please. I have to go; I'll call you as soon as I can. Goodbye." Cass let the receiver drop to the floor, and she swung open the front door.

    Damien collapsed on top of her, sending them both sprawling to the wood floor. "Agh," He moaned, attempting to push himself off her.

    "What the hell?!" Cass cried. "You look like shit."

    "I feel like it too," He mumbled, rolling over onto his side.

    "Holy shit, Damien. You're bleeding," She gasped and stared at a wound in his side.

    "It's just a scratch," Damien tried to assure her.

    She sure as hell wasn't going to buy that. As an ex-med student at NYU, she had some first aid skills. But she wasn't sure how deep that cut was, or what exactly cut him in the first place. All she knew was that he was bleeding badly, and he needed to go to the hospital.

    "It was a four-inch blade," He said as if he was reading her mind. "Nothing special. And no hospital, please."

    She shook her head. He honestly couldn't expect her to fix him all on her own, could he? She didn't know that much about treating open stab wounds. He was going to bleed to death if she didn't do something soon. Her mind was racing, and she wanted to cry. Pressure, she thought suddenly. Apply pressure.

    So she did. She raced into the kitchen and grabbed a dishtowel; balling it up, she pressed it against Damien's side and ignored his grunt of pain. "You idiot," She mumbled, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "What the hell were you doing?"

    Something shifted in his grey eyes, and he smiled, a genuine, humorous smile. How could he smile?! He was bleeding to death, for Christ's sake! But he just went on smiling at her, as though nothing were wrong.

    And she reveled in it. He never smiled, ever. She'd only seen him smile six times in the amount of time they'd known each other, and yes, she kept track because his smiles were beautiful, breathtaking to witness. "Stop smiling at me like that," She said after a minute when the trance was broken. "I can't believe you'd do this to me. Why? Why would you do this to me?"

    "Because," He said slowly, grunting a little. "You take care of me."

    God damn him, she thought. Damn him and his honest eyes, his sincere smile, and his stupid, twisted lies. "I hate you," Cass said, pressing the towel harder against his side and enjoying his moan.

    In response, he reached out a shaking hand and grabbed her own. She watched as he pulled it up to his lips and kissed it. "Don't," He said quietly, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry."

    Then, he passed out.


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    Post by sb on Sun Jul 25, 2010 6:21 pm

    two.

    He told her not to get involved with him. He told her his line of work was... well, private, and that she couldn't know. He told her a lot of things, but most of the time, she called bull shit.

    And he let her. He let her yell at him when she was angry, cry when she was upset, and drink until she couldn't see straight. He'd take the bottle of wine away before she could black out or throw up; he knew how much she could take. He cleaned her up when she shot-up LSD and passed out in the bathroom. He never questioned her motives; he never judged.

    She needed Damien, and Damien needed her just as much, even if he never showed it. She knew. When he held her late at night, or when he let his guard down, even for a second, and told her something about himself--his past, his business, anything. She knew how much he needed her, wanted her, possibly loved her. He was broken, something that needed repair, something to be handled delicately.

    Especially now, as she sat on the edge of her bed, watching him sleep. He was shirtless, and white guaze, which was starting to stain red with blood, was wrapped around his torso. He looked so fragile and vulnerable.

    This was her favorite side of him. When he was like this, he looked almost normal. She didn't stop herself from staring; he wouldn't mind if he caught her.

    Which he did, as usual. Damien shifted in the bed and moaned quietly. "Good God, Cass," He mumbled, opening his eyes. "You're a lifesaver."

    He smiled then, but it wasn't one of his breathtaking, heart-stopping grins; it was a sort of lopsided, lazy smirk. It was one Cass knew well, and it was one that had no effect on her what-so-ever.

    "I don't know why you think this is funny," She replied with a scowl. "I'm sick of this--" She paused to slap his hand away from her face. "Don't touch me."

    "Don't be like that, Cassie," Damien murmurred, attempting to sit up.

    Cass ignored the nickname she despised and shoved him back down on the bed. "Are you crazy? You were just stabbed. You should be in the hospital right now--probably intensive care!"

    "You're going to give yourself an aneurism," He said, his smirk never faltering.

    "You're going to give me an aneurism," She said sharply. She glanced at the clock; it was almost one in the morning, she was exhausted, and it was time to change Damien's bandages. She'd already done it once, but he was unconscious and hadn't put up a fight. Hopefully, he'd be in too much pain to argue with her now.

    "We have to change the guaze," She told him, reaching for the First Aid kit she'd dug up in the back of her closet a few hours earlier. "Don't move."

    He didn't.

    She felt his eyes on her while she worked, and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. When he reached out and carressed her cheek, she inhaled sharply. "I'm trying to concentrate."

    "I like distracting you."

    "Speaking of distractions, what the hell were you doing to get stabbed?"

    His smirk vanished, and his hand dropped from her face; just like that, he shut down. His eyes grew dark and his jaw was set, as if he was having trouble not lashing out at her. "It was just some unfinished business," He said in a clipped tone.

    "Unfinished business?" She scoffed, finishing with the guaze. "That's all you're ever doing. Do you ever finish anything you start?"

    "Cass--"

    "No, just... No. I want to know, and I want to know now," Her voice cracked, and suddenly, Cass felt as if she wanted to cry. She blinked back tears. "You can't keep doing this to me; it's not fair."

    "I'm sorry," Damien said plainly. His voice was so honest and sincere, Cass wanted to vomit.

    "You're never sorry."

    "I am," He insisted. He reached up and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her down to lie next to him. "I really am."

    Cass let out an exhausted sigh and felt her eyes start to droop. Everything was becoming fuzzy, and his arms were around her. She didn't want to arguew with him anymore; she just wanted to go to sleep.

    Damien traced the scars on her arms, and he slid his hand up to her bare shoulder, sliding off her spaghetti strap. He kissed her collarbone and pulled her closer.

    She stopped fighting and let her eyes fall closed; she wasn't really mad at him anymore. Maybe she never was in the first place. But as he pulled her closer into his embrace, burying his face in her hair, she knew she wasn't angry at all; more importantly, she knew what he was trying to say.

    So she turned around, placed her lips on his, and mumbled the words she knew he left unspoken. "I love you too."


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    Post by Morgayne on Sun Jul 25, 2010 6:23 pm

    I fucking love this.
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    Post by Lee on Sun Jul 25, 2010 8:52 pm

    This is amazing<3



    Give me pain if thats what's real, it's the price we pay to feel♥️

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    Post by ibelieveinfairies on Sun Jul 25, 2010 8:57 pm

    omgg, i remember this!
    and i loved it too<33
    im so happy you're continuing this:]
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    Post by sb on Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:24 am

    three.

    Cass remembered the time in her life when she actually had a plan for the future; when she was organized and smart and happy and eager to please. That was before her dad left, and that was before she met him.

    She was going to be a doctor, a pediatrician to be exact. She loved children, all shapes and sizes; her mother, Rhonda hated them, despised them really, even after having one of her own. Cass ignored her complaints. She made it through one year of pre-med school before she was ready to shoot herself. The stress was too much, the tuition was too high, and it just wasn't worth it anymore.

    Nothing was.

    Except him.

    He was her quiet neighbor. He wore expensive clothes and drove a nice car. He would disappear for days, and then, suddenly, the apartment next door would be alive. She heard him late at night once, throwing things, glass breaking; she didn't really want to know, but curiosity got the best of her.

    She marched down the hall in her tank top and pajama pants and knocked on his door.

    He answered, his shirt half-heartedly buttoned and his tie hanging loose around his neck. He looked like hell; he looked like perfection. "What?" He asked, his voice gruff.

    "I'm Cass, from next door, and I'm trying to sleep," She replied, part of which was a lie; she never slept. "I don't know what you're doing in there--"

    "I'm making a mess," He interrupted, as if everyone intentionally made a wreck of their home.

    She paused, a bit perplexed. "A mess?"

    "Yeah," He said. "A mess."

    "Why?"

    "I don't really know."

    She took this chance to stare at him. He had dark brown hair, which was tousled atop his head, as if it was rebelling against the styling gel. With a chiseled jaw and striking physique, he was a knockout for sure. Cass tried not to swoon.

    "If you haven't anything else to say..." He said slowly, eyes drifting towards her bare shoulder.

    "What's your name?" She blurted, not really wanting their conversation to end.

    He subtly opened the door a little wider. "Damien," He said quietly.

    "Nice to meet you, Damien," Cass said.

    Damien nodded curtly. He shifted his weight from foot-to-foot and frowned. "Are you wanting to get back to bed?"

    "Oh," Cass felt her cheeks heat up. She didn't really want to leave; she actually wanted to do just the opposite. She quickly regained her composure though, shaking any inappropriate thoughts from her head. "If you'll excuse me," She said with a forced smirk, "I'm going to try to sleep now, so if you could keep it down, thank you."

    She turned on her heel and padded down the hall, listening for the slam of his door. It never came. She was so tempted to turn around, to see if he was looking at her, anything, but she didn't—at least, not until she reached her own door.

    When she turned, she caught him, for the briefest of moments, staring, before he ducked into his apartment and slammed the door.

    * * *

    Cass counted out the little white pills, carefully setting each one on the bathroom sink. One, two, three, four… She decided to stop there because frankly, she just wanted some sleep. She scooped the pills into her hand and raised them to her mouth.

    "Cassie."

    Cass looked up, startled, and pills scattered on the floor. She stared up at Damien through bloodshot eyes and, suddenly feeling incredibly exhausted, slid down the wall to the floor. She suddenly remembered it was four in the morning, and that she hadn't slept at all, not since she'd tended to Damien's stab wound.

    Damien looked just as tired, leaning against the doorframe as if he might collapse at any given moment. "What are you doing, Cass?" He asked quietly, though he looked anything but surprised; his gray eyes were void of any emotion.

    She closed her eyes so she didn't have to look at him. "You were asleep."

    "I was," He said, sinking down beside her with a groan. He reached for the pills, picking them up one by one. He put them back in the bottle and set the bottle on the toilet lid, all without saying a word. Then, he gathered her into his lap and held her.

    "I'm sorry," Cass said softly. She didn't know what else to say; she was too tired to even care. She just wanted to go to sleep. "I'm tired," She said, her voice dropping to a whisper.

    Damien didn't respond. He simply rubbed her arms and stared at her.

    It was one thing when she watched him, but it was another thing entirely when the roles were reversed. If she wasn't so tired, Cass would have felt extremely uncomfortable under his intense gaze. As it was, however, she was too exhausted for words.

    So she let her eyes droop and her head rest on Damien's shoulder, and she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.



    AN: It's been a while, but I finally decided a plot for this story. And sadly, it'll only be about ten chapters long at the most. But here's chapter three, new and improved. x]


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    Post by amber- on Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:28 am

    Fabulous. You catch their emotions so vividly and all the little details. It's a bubble of perfection. =]
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    Post by cali sweetheart. on Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:57 am

    not only do i love this <3 i also love your taste of music!
    make damn sure , taking back sunday<33333333 but yeah this is perfectionn!
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    Post by Morgayne on Wed Aug 04, 2010 3:51 am

    Love it sb
    I am completely obsessed with damien haha
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    Post by claire on Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:11 pm

    sarah this is brilliant.

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    Post by sb on Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:21 pm

    Thanks guuuys<33

    Lmao, Morgs, SO AM I. I need to go to AAA (Addicted to Assholes Anonymous).
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    Post by sb on Thu Aug 05, 2010 2:09 am

    four.

    It was one of those moments when one wakes up and has no idea where they are or how they got there. Cass had only had two of these moments in her entire life. Once, when she was seven and had run away from home; she had fallen asleep in a booth at Moe's Diner, and she woke up the next morning safe in her bed.

    The second time was that morning, or what she assumed was morning; it was still dark out. She was in a strange bed, in a strange bedroom, with a strange man lying next to her. She was dressed in a man's button-down oxford, and her head throbbed. She couldn't remember if she had drank anything the night before; she couldn't remember anything, really.

    But then the stranger rolled over and lazily draped his arm over her, pulling her closer, so he could lay his head on her chest.

    Cass looked at Damien, always so relaxed in sleep, and sighed in relief. She might have been in a strange place, but she wasn't with a strange man. She looked around the very modern, sleek room.

    Everything was sharp and geometrical, but also plain. The room contained a dark wooden dresser, a matching bureau with a plasma flat screen TV sitting on top of it, and a night table next to her side of the bed. The room was very, very organized--spotless, even. Aside from the suit jacket hanging from the doorknob, it hardly looked like anyone lived here at all.

    "I'm a bit of a neat freak," Damien's voice vibrated against her collarbone, and his breath tickled her neck.

    She closed her eyes and sighed. "I thought you made messes," She said quietly, pressing her face into his hair, which smelled sharp and fresh; she liked his Irish Spring shampoo.

    He chuckled, a sort of breathy laughing sound. "Only when I'm angry," He paused, and then added, "But they get cleaned up pretty quickly."

    Cass tried to think of something to say, but she couldn't focus. The only thing she could think about was that she was in his apartment. He'd never invited her in, even when she'd asked. He was mysterious in that way, among other things, always keeping his apartment private.

    But here she was, in his apartment, in his bed.

    "Cassie?" His voice was low and quiet, almost a whisper.

    "Nobody calls me Cassie except my mom," She pointed out just as quietly.

    Damien smiled, his eyes closed. "I'm always call you Cassie."

    Cass rolled away from him, wriggling out of his grasp. She buried her head in the pillow. "I hate that nickname."

    Damien scooted closer, so that he was pressed up against her back. "Mmm," He all but purred into her ear. "I think it's sexy."

    A shiver ran up her spine, and then she caught sight of the alarm clock on the nightstand. It read 4:58 a.m. "It's too early," She moaned, ruining the moment. "I'm going back to sleep."

    He didn't argue; only pulled her closer, and when his breathing finally evened out into soft snores, Cass fell back to sleep.


    * * *

    When she woke up the second time, light streamed through the blinds of the large window, and Damien was gone. She shot up into a sitting position and looked around, feeling a little disoriented. Then she heard voices.

    They were coming from outside the bedroom door, and naturally, Cass went to investigate. She ignored the fact that she was dressed in a thong and an oversized-shirt, intent on only finding Damien. She cracked open the door and listened.

    "You swore to me, and you swore to Tony," A man's voice echoed through the apartment. It had the distinct drawl of an English accent.

    "Yeah and you swore those Koreans weren't armed when we met for the trade, and look where that got me," Another voice that Cass immediately recognized as belonging to Damien said.

    "It was a careless mistake anyone could have made," The man said in an exasperated tone. "Lucky for you the hospital didn't ask questions, hm?"

    The silence in response struck a chord with Cass. This man didn't know of Damien's whereabouts last night? Did that mean Damien never talked about her? Then, she realized how silly she sounded. Of course Damien never talked about her; why would he?

    "Maybe," Damien sneered finally. "I wouldn't be so hesitant to make this deal if you hadn't fucked me over last night, Matthew."

    Cass, so curious as to what they were discussing, opened the door a little wider. The hinges squeaked, however, and the chatter ceased. Cass didn't move for several seconds, and silence remained outside for a few more.

    "Oh, my," The man called Matthew cooed suddenly from somewhere beyond the door. Footsteps moved towards the door, and Cass assumed he was walking towards her. "Keeping a pet, Damien?" He called.

    Damien's objections were futile, and the doorknob was ripped from Cass's hands as Matthew wrenched it open to reveal her in all her scantily-clothed glory.

    He grinned; it was savage and hungry, and Cass found she didn't like it at all. "Charming little thing," He commented. He reached out as if to touch Cass, and she reeled back in horror when he cupped her cheek in his hand.

    Damien appeared in an instant, and he grabbed Matthew's wrist and yanked his arm away. "Don't touch her," Damien said nastily.

    Even though Cass was intimidated to the point of trembling by Damien's rage, Matthew simply smirked. "What's wrong, Damien? Don't want to share?" He leaned towards Cass again, making a grab at her chest.

    Finally, Cass found her voice. "Don't!" She snapped as his hand brushed her breast. She stumbled backwards several inches, surprised by the strength in her voice.

    "What a pistol," Matthew commented. He let out a long, low whistle and looked at Damien. "You really won't share?"

    Before Damien could respond, Cass did. "I'm not a piece of meat," She said firmly.

    Matthew laughed. "Try telling him that," He said pointedly, gesturing to Damien. Then, he turned around, grabbed his coat jacket off a leather armchair, and left the apartment.

    Cass couldn't believe what had just transpired. She stared, open-mouthed, at Damien, waiting for him to apologize, or at least to explain himself.

    He did neither. Instead, he turned around and left the bedroom without a word.

    "Damien!" She called, rushing after him. She caught up with him in his very modern, stainless-steel kitchen. "Care to explain?" She asked him, a little sarcastically. Forgive her for being a little flustered and wanting an explanation and after a strange man tried to grope her.

    Damien rested his elbows on the counter and placed his chin in his hands. He looked up at her with his grey eyes and sighed deeply. "I can't."

    Cass blinked. At first, she couldn't process what he'd just said. "You can't," She repeated. "You can't, or you won't?"

    "Both," He replied easily.

    So ridiculously easy, Cass wanted to scream. So she did. "That man just called me your whore, and you didn't even have the decency to correct him! You didn't even say anything! Is that all I am? Am I your whore? I'd love to know, so I can start charging you!"

    "Cassie—"

    "Don't call me that!" She shouted, squeezing her eyes shut to keep back the tears. "I hate that nickname! Why don't you tell me who that man was?! Why can't you tell me anything?!" She bit her lip then, but the question slipped out. Her voice was much quieter this time. “Why don’t you trust me?”

    Damien pressed the palms of his hands into his eye sockets, and Cass knew her last question hit home. She knew he would crack soon. He took a deep breath, as if he was going to let everything spill out. Instead, he reached across the marble counter for her hand.

    "No," She said so coldly, she made herself jump. Her voice had never taken on that tone before, especially not with him. But she pulled her hand out of his reach and repeated herself. "No." She started backing towards the door. "Not anymore. I'm finished."

    Cass tore her eyes away from the expression on Damien's face. She couldn't describe it even if she wanted to; it broke her heart several times over to see him like that. So she turned around and fled.




    AN: I'm just really anxious for this story. Plus I'm really hyper right now. Hehehe, so here's chapter four for ye all. I still love Damien even though he's an impossible asshole. Sigh. Aren't they always the best kind?


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    Post by Morgayne on Thu Aug 05, 2010 2:20 am

    fuck, Damien is amazing
    post more right now
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    Post more, please?
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    Post by erika! on Sat Aug 07, 2010 3:55 am

    ah fuck no
    haha i need to know what happens
    bah this is so goood(:
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    absolutely love, post more noww. Smile
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    Re: you are red, violent red.

    Post by claire on Sat Aug 07, 2010 9:34 pm

    oh my god, damien is so.....attractive in his own douchebagesque way.

    POSTMORE.

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    Re: you are red, violent red.

    Post by LaurenElizabeth on Mon Aug 09, 2010 1:31 am

    I love this! Gosh sb why are you so amazing? Post more now(:
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    Post by amber- on Mon Aug 09, 2010 1:38 am

    Impossible assholes. They make the world go around, yes? Damien has grey eyes. Gosh, I'm so excited for what you have in store for this!!
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    Re: you are red, violent red.

    Post by Taylor on Tue Aug 17, 2010 11:34 am

    are you gonna finish this?
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    Post by sb on Tue Aug 17, 2010 3:43 pm

    Yeppers. Some time soon, if I have the time. I have the plot and everything. Just gots to get it all down. DAMIEN'S POV COMING SOOOOOOON.







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    Post by erika! on Tue Aug 17, 2010 3:47 pm

    Yess! I'm excited(=
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    Yess! I'm excited(=
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    Post by claire on Tue Aug 17, 2010 3:49 pm

    yayy! <3
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    Re: you are red, violent red.

    Post by LaurenElizabeth on Tue Aug 17, 2010 3:50 pm

    sb wrote:Yeppers. Some time soon, if I have the time. I have the plot and everything. Just gots to get it all down. DAMIEN'S POV COMING SOOOOOOON.

    CANT WAITTTTT.
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    Post by sb on Wed Nov 10, 2010 7:18 pm

    five.

    Cass remembered all the nights she worked late at the office; a dingy little printing company where she worked as the receptionist. She remembered coming home dog-tired, only to find Damien standing in the hallway of their apartment complex.

    She blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes, sure she was seeing things.

    Damien was never waiting for her; never. She was always the one that had to wait. She’d sit in bed for hours, waiting for the four short knocks on her door. Sometimes they didn’t come, but they almost always did.

    This time, though, she was caught off-guard. “Hi,” She said quietly.

    “Hello,” Damien said. “Can I come in?”

    The look she gave him told him what a stupid question that was. Of course he could come in; when had she ever turned him away? Over the past year she’d grown used to his company. Not just that though; she adored him, loved him even.

    She remembered when she told him just that. “I love you,” She said softly as they lay in bed, their bodies tangled together.

    Damien kissed her cheek and pressed his face against her neck. “Sounds like a waste of a perfectly good emotion,” He muttered, as if he was talking to himself instead of her.

    She shoved him away after that, and she slept on the far side of the bed that night. The next morning he was gone, and Cass cried. She cried over a man—something she swore she would never do—a man who didn’t even have the decency to say something polite when she said she loved him.

    * * *

    Cass was nothing if not observant, so when she entered her apartment and noticed a coin lying on the kitchen floor, she knew something was strange. Normal people wouldn’t notice the strangeness of a coin on the ground; they’d assume they must have dropped it.

    But Cass was not a normal person, and she knew that coin wasn’t hers, she knew it wasn’t Damien’s, and she knew it wasn’t there last night. Why? Because she didn’t keep British subway tokens in a jar on the kitchen counter.

    “Hello, darling.”

    Cass whirled around, and she cursed herself for walking into a trap. She bent down and picked up the token. “This yours?”

    The man from Damien’s apartment was standing in her foyer. Matthew grinned that sickenly savage grin and stepped forward. “However did you know? I must’ve misplaced it in my haste to let myself in.”

    “First mistake of breaking and entering,” Cass replied, tossing him the coin, which he easily caught and pocketed.

    “Not everyone is as observant as you, love,” Matthew said. “What does a pretty little doll like you know about breaking and entering?”

    “I have some experience,” She said softly. It wasn't a complete lie; she had some close encounters when she was younger, thanks to her no good, dirty, rotten life-ruining father, but those were memories she didn't like to dwell on.

    Matthew looked genuinely surprised, if not impressed. “Well, my dear, as a fellow criminal, allow me to formally introduce myself.” He stuck out his hand in a grand gesture. “Matthew Gates, point man extraordinaire.”

    Cass took his hand hesitantly. “Cass,” She said, and as an afterthought, she added her last name, "Banks."

    Matthew smirked, and Cass noticed it was much kinder than his sadistic grin. “Simple name for such an intriguing young woman," He said, and she wondered if he was talking to her or himself. She broke the silence.

    “Would now be a bad time to ask why you’re in my apartment?”

    The smirk grew into a full-fledged grin; a very sadistic one. “I heard your little spat with our beloved Damien, and I want you to know I understand how you feel.”

    The sincerity in his voice made Cass falter. “What would you know?” She asked.

    “Damien has let me down more than once, Miss. Banks,” Matthew said. The savage grin was gone and replaced by a sad, knowing smile. “I’m his best friend; I know everything about him.”

    Cass grimaced. “Nice to know he keeps good company.”

    Matthew laughed softly. “I’m not all bad, sweetheart. With that said, I’d like to apologize for my behavior earlier.”

    Cass folded her arms across her chest. “Considering you broke into my house, I don’t know if I should accept your apology, Mr. Gates,” She said, eyebrows raised.

    “I’m not the bad guy here,” He replied, stepping towards her. “Do you even know what Damien does?”

    She stepped back and gestured towards the door. “Maybe you should leave.”

    “I think we should talk more,” He said.

    Cass narrowed her eyes. She didn’t like this stranger telling her what she did and didn’t know. She didn’t like it that he was probably right. She just wanted him to leave her alone. Damien wouldn’t be bothering her anymore anyway; she made that clear this morning.

    Matthew smirked. “Well, then,” He said, “How about brunch, darling?”





    AN: So Mr. Gates is pretty much Tom Hardy's lookalike. UNF LOVE ME SOME HARDY. This story is taking on a less romantic turn, and the plot might get a little crazy. I don't think we'll be seeing Damien for a little while x]


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    Re: you are red, violent red.

    Post by sb on Sat Nov 13, 2010 7:44 pm

    Bump?







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    Post by Morgayne on Sat Nov 13, 2010 9:10 pm

    love Smile
    but but but, no Damien for a while? D:
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    Post by sb on Sun Nov 14, 2010 2:23 am

    I CAN'T DECIDE.

    But I don't think so.

    I might do a chapter in his POV, but he and Cass probably won't see each other for a little bit.







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    Re: you are red, violent red.

    Post by Kathy on Sun Nov 14, 2010 4:02 am

    comment comment comment!

    you said no one was commenting, so here ya go!

    now on to reading it!
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    Re: you are red, violent red.

    Post by erika! on Sun Nov 14, 2010 4:22 am

    Did u get the title of this from the song make damn sure?

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    Post by Kathy on Sun Nov 14, 2010 4:26 am

    GAHHHH POST MORE NOW.
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    Post by Kathy on Tue Nov 16, 2010 12:25 am

    SB.
    I DEMAND YOU POST MORE
    OR I'LL UNFOLLOW YOU ON TUMBLR.
    dun. dun. dunnnn.
    because "i just don't like what you are posting..."
    loljk.

    but seriously, post more.
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    Post by sb on Wed Dec 01, 2010 6:07 pm

    six.

    An hour later Cass sat opposite Matthew at a table in a small Italian bistro he had recommended. She studied Matthew as he chewed his food, and she realized as they made small talk that his grin wasn’t so savage.

    He was actually a very handsome man. He was as tall as Damien, but bulkier. He didn’t have Damien’s lanky, strong frame. Matthew had a rough look about him; the stubble on his chin, the partially unbuttoned Oxford, and the untamed hair.

    “When did you meet Damien, dear?”

    Cass found Matthew’s blue eyes, and she tried not to blush. “Um, he moved into my building about a year ago.”

    Matthew nodded. “He’s not a good man,” He said, gravely serious. “Cass, he’s killed people, and not for the right reasons.”

    Cass narrowed her eyes. “I thought you were supposed to be his friend. Why are you telling me this?”

    For a brief moment, Matthew looked hurt. His eyes clouded over, and he sighed deeply. “You remind me so much of Lydia,” He said quietly. “I can’t stand to see her killed twice.”

    For a brief moment, Matthew looked hurt. His eyes clouded over, and he sighed deeply. “You remind me so much of Lydia,” He said quietly. He reached across the table and caressed her cheek. “I can’t stand to see her killed twice.”

    Cass couldn’t help flinching away from his touch; the gesture was too intimate. “I’m sorry,” She murmured. “Who’s Lydia?”

    Was, you mean,” Matthew said, dropping his hand. His face contorted into a nasty scowl. What he said next was a soft whisper, and Cass almost didn’t catch it. “She’s dead,” He said, “and it’s Damien’s fault.”

    Cass’s grip on her coffee mug tightened. “You didn’t answer my question,” She said boldly.

    “Lydia,” Matthew spoke slowly, “was just like you. She was innocent and curious; she loved Damien deeply. Of course, he kept her at a distance, as he’s been doing to you. But she loved him so much—she was persistent.”

    “Were they in love?” Cass asked softly; she almost wished she hadn’t said anything at all.

    Matthew’s jaw clenched. “No, Damien didn’t…” He paused, seeming to wonder whether he should go on. He cleared his throat and finished, “Damien didn’t see her as I did.”

    He quickly went on to cover his slip-up. “She was extraordinary in the simplest ways. The love she gave Damien was undeserved on his part. She gave him everything, and all he gave her was the truth.

    “Once she found out what we do, she wanted in. Not for the money or the thrill, as I did, but for Damien. She just wanted to keep him safe.”

    “It was excellent, at first. She was alluring and persuasive, and she made us a right good profit. But one night he took it too far. She and Damien had a spat, quite a bad one—about the drugs if I remember correct. She stormed out, and of course, Damien followed. They called me from a payphone in the Bronx and told me they’d found a good bust.

    “I raced down Sixth Street and met them outside a warehouse. It was Lydia’s idea, apparently—I think she just wanted to please Damien. She pulled the gun out of its holster on her inner thigh and motioned for us to go inside. We kicked down the door, and—and—they were everywhere. There were ten men, at least. The D’Orazio’s—“

    Cass stopped him. “As in the mafia?!” She exclaimed.

    Matthew hushed her sharply. “Yes, they were having a trade, and Lydia thought it’d be a splendid surprise to intervene. God, they all had guns. I grabbed Lydia and started firing—I killed three men and emptied my case. Lydia fired some more while I re-loaded, and that’s when—that’s when he got her.

    “She was looking at Damien—she had no idea. He didn’t even use a gun. If I had just turned around—seen him coming in time… She would have… She would be here, or I guess with Damien. I don’t know, Jesus, she would be alive. He stabbed her. Where the bloke got a knife, I haven’t the slightest, but he got her right in the stomach.

    “Then we heard the sirens. Damien grabbed us both and dragged us out of there. They all but forget about us when that happened. Utter chaos, it was. I carried Lydia until we reached my car, but there was so much blood, and she was—”

    “Stop,” Cass whispered. “Please, stop.”

    Matthew cleared his throat and gripped his coffee mug tighter. “Sorry, it’s just—Damien has been a long-time friend and business partner, and I can’t—I absolutely can’t let him ruin someone else’s life.”

    Cass wanted to tell him—she should have told him—Damien already had.




    AN: Mr. Gates is in love with a dead girl. Tragic, really. I'll elaborate on the last line of the chapter in the next few chapter, but Damien won't be portrayed as the bad guy. R&R, please?


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    Re: you are red, violent red.

    Post by IZZY on Wed Dec 01, 2010 6:33 pm

    I just read this entire story,
    lovelovelove it
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    Post by Kathy on Wed Dec 01, 2010 7:31 pm

    GAAAH.
    I am in love with this story.
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    Re: you are red, violent red.

    Post by amber- on Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:46 pm

    sb wrote:I CAN'T DECIDE.

    But I don't think so.

    I might do a chapter in his POV, but he and Cass probably won't see each other for a little bit.

    But...but you said you'd post a chapter in his POV! :[

    GAH. I have a hunch about what's coming up next but then again this story is different from your others so who knows! Picturing "Mr. Gates" as Tom Hardy...hot damn! Me gusta! =D



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    Post by sb on Fri Dec 03, 2010 7:07 pm

    Thanks, guys! Smile

    AMBER, DON'T PANIC THERE IS A CHAPTER IN HIS POV.








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