Life and Love with an Allurist. *Serendipity*
Posted: 28 Jun 2011, 03:15
Life, or lack there of wasn't always a picnic. Parents that were never around, never said I love you, never really cared. Alone, that was the best way to describe life. I went through my life in more of a monotone way I guess you could say. I did what was needed to make my days somewhat bearable. I went to work, made money and late in the night, I screwed whoever was about. I never stayed after, of course. Through their choice or mine, it always happened. Never stayed the night, never stuck around to let stupid emotions get in the way. What use were they anyways? They only made things worse and made things much more complicated than they needed to be. That's what Mom and Da always said anyways. They were right. I know that now.
Work? That was easy. I worked in a big glamorous shop right at the end of the strip mall. I liked it there. It always gave me something to do and what better way to meet people? People interested me. They always had funny little quirks, each and every one of them. Made them interesting to me. I liked that. Besides, lots of men came in with their women and a cheap and sweet smile, they always came back for it. Always the excuse that there was something their girl wanted or had forgotten or decided not to buy. Suckers. Every one of them. Of course I let them purchase whatever item they seemed to be looking at, so non interested in, and then, the alley. It was quiet. I liked it. Somehow, it started to feel like home. It wasn't always the alley, of course. I had a huge house all to myself a mere few blocks away. Mom and Da were never home.
Enter Isabella. Sweet and amazing woman. Scared the **** out of me a bit is what she did. Empty parking lot, no noise, nothing around, and behind you stands this woman looking as though she just let the Renaissance fair or something. Top it off? She was speaking like it too. Began to think she was a bit touched in the head at first. But after a while of conversing with her, things began to be a bit more clear. I liked her. She amused me. I was to be her and someone she called, Elizabeth's teacher. Teaching. There was something i liked to do. I loved telling people what I thought, what to do, how to go about things. Made me happy. And clothes.... god I loved clothes. Its why I had the job I did, after all.
After the change, things were seen in a whole new way. Life as worth living again. Everything seemed shiny and new and I was determined to make this go 'round, so much better than the last. Giving up my life for a new one with Isabella wasn't a hard choice. I hated my life. Why cling to something you're miserable in? This, was going to be different. I would make it different. Or so I thought. Do you ever get that feeling like you've just jumped off a bridge and kept falling? So far... I haven't hit the bottom.
Life was boring and I needed something to do. I hadn't met this Elizabeth yet and Isabella, or Mom as I got very used to calling her, very quickly, was busy with higher end stuff. She needed to get things taken care of,, though she tried to make time for me, I knew better and stayed out of the way for a while. I needed my own friends anyways. Things to occupy my time, and men... Men was something that even though I was trying to have a new and better life with here, I couldn't live without and bars.... that was the perfect place for them.
Enter Elizabeth and Nick Bowstrong. I met Elizabeth one night on the way home from getting coffee. Another addiction of mine other than men. I couldn't really go a day without that amazing caffeine running through me. It was an amazing feeling and it gave me the energy I needed. I had met Elizabeth just after she had slaughtered some strange male in an alley with sheers. Took me a few to figure out what the strange woman was jabbering on about, talking about weeds growing and what not. She spoke a bit like Mother did. But after some conversation, it was all explained. Spent most of the night with her. She's amazing in so many ways. Her life as a human i think has a lot to do with that. It does for all of us, I'm sure. She was one of the old ones too and it was so nice to spend time with a family member.
As time went on, Liz and I got closer and closer. Shes my favorite. We may not always see eye to eye on things I say and do, but shes always been there for me and I think, she always will. I love her very much. Someone I don't love? Nick. Met him one night at a club. Rude, handsome, attractive and dangerous. I could tell the moment I laid eyes on that man, he was trouble. Try as I might to ignore him, he had other plans it seemed. Subtly was not his strong suit I think and within a few short minutes of me trying to ignore him, his fingertips caressed my shoulder. No one touches me without permission and that is what started the whole mess. I tried to let that go, but me? Let something go? Ha! Better luck trying to get a porcupine laid. I was just going to leave, after threatening to take a limb for the unwanted touching when he danced in front of me, some bimbo hanging off of him. I tried to just ignore that as well and leave when suddenly, I felt this feeling wash over me. ******** hit me with confusion. You would think, us both being allurists, it wouldn't have hit so bad, but it did. Allurists have a way about them. I should know, I'm one of them. Don't judge me.
Nick helped me out of the club for air and then, dinner. Later, after much flirting and sexual innuendos back and forth, he helped me out of my clothes at his place and fed my addiction as well as his, I'm sure. I shouldn't have fell for that. Weak. A low point. That's what that was. But the man have muscles that went on for days, a face that you could die for and charm? Jesus. Anyone would have fallen for that. I shouldn't have but... lessons in life are best learned through experience, they say.
After that, I kinda fell apart for a while. Enter my best and most trusted friend ever in my days, Reyna Quartermaine. I love her. I really do. Never really told her that but I don't actually think I have to. Reyna understands me better than most would and can. Shes just epic. Not much else can describe that woman. Body of a goddess, refined as they come, sex kitten extraordinaire. Shes the whole package ladies and gents. If I swung that way... Damn. Anyways, I digress. Reyna tried. Poor girl. She tried really hard to fix me, while hitting on me all the time, but try as she might, I just didn't feel like myself anymore. I fell to the hands of my own kind. An Allurists. Something I should have known better than to do. Somehow though, I think I've gotten the last laugh. I think Nick's plan was the same as any man like him. Build them up, keep them wanting more. Simple plan. Backfire. Not me. I'm not like most women. I hate him. I love him, but i hate him.
Life seemed to have no meaning anymore. I was a shitty Allurist. My powers were -way- out of whack and I was a mess. Starting to look it too. I needed Reyna. I know what you're thinking. I didn't mean I went over and tried to use my powers to boost my ego and get her into bed. I went over to her house to talk. She always made me feel better when I was at my low points. But talking that night, that wasn't what was on Reyna's mind apparently. Make no mistake, this wasn't like being screwed over by an Allurist. This was more... expanding my horizons. Reyna wanted to be a teacher for the night. Help me and expand my life. Boy did that woman ever. I never had been with a woman. Never really had the desire too. Like I said. I love Reyna. That night opened my eyes to many things. One thing it didn't do, which I was scared of, was screw up our friendship. Still love her. She still adores me. Friendship saved and the sex was amazing.
Work? That was easy. I worked in a big glamorous shop right at the end of the strip mall. I liked it there. It always gave me something to do and what better way to meet people? People interested me. They always had funny little quirks, each and every one of them. Made them interesting to me. I liked that. Besides, lots of men came in with their women and a cheap and sweet smile, they always came back for it. Always the excuse that there was something their girl wanted or had forgotten or decided not to buy. Suckers. Every one of them. Of course I let them purchase whatever item they seemed to be looking at, so non interested in, and then, the alley. It was quiet. I liked it. Somehow, it started to feel like home. It wasn't always the alley, of course. I had a huge house all to myself a mere few blocks away. Mom and Da were never home.
Enter Isabella. Sweet and amazing woman. Scared the **** out of me a bit is what she did. Empty parking lot, no noise, nothing around, and behind you stands this woman looking as though she just let the Renaissance fair or something. Top it off? She was speaking like it too. Began to think she was a bit touched in the head at first. But after a while of conversing with her, things began to be a bit more clear. I liked her. She amused me. I was to be her and someone she called, Elizabeth's teacher. Teaching. There was something i liked to do. I loved telling people what I thought, what to do, how to go about things. Made me happy. And clothes.... god I loved clothes. Its why I had the job I did, after all.
After the change, things were seen in a whole new way. Life as worth living again. Everything seemed shiny and new and I was determined to make this go 'round, so much better than the last. Giving up my life for a new one with Isabella wasn't a hard choice. I hated my life. Why cling to something you're miserable in? This, was going to be different. I would make it different. Or so I thought. Do you ever get that feeling like you've just jumped off a bridge and kept falling? So far... I haven't hit the bottom.
Life was boring and I needed something to do. I hadn't met this Elizabeth yet and Isabella, or Mom as I got very used to calling her, very quickly, was busy with higher end stuff. She needed to get things taken care of,, though she tried to make time for me, I knew better and stayed out of the way for a while. I needed my own friends anyways. Things to occupy my time, and men... Men was something that even though I was trying to have a new and better life with here, I couldn't live without and bars.... that was the perfect place for them.
Enter Elizabeth and Nick Bowstrong. I met Elizabeth one night on the way home from getting coffee. Another addiction of mine other than men. I couldn't really go a day without that amazing caffeine running through me. It was an amazing feeling and it gave me the energy I needed. I had met Elizabeth just after she had slaughtered some strange male in an alley with sheers. Took me a few to figure out what the strange woman was jabbering on about, talking about weeds growing and what not. She spoke a bit like Mother did. But after some conversation, it was all explained. Spent most of the night with her. She's amazing in so many ways. Her life as a human i think has a lot to do with that. It does for all of us, I'm sure. She was one of the old ones too and it was so nice to spend time with a family member.
As time went on, Liz and I got closer and closer. Shes my favorite. We may not always see eye to eye on things I say and do, but shes always been there for me and I think, she always will. I love her very much. Someone I don't love? Nick. Met him one night at a club. Rude, handsome, attractive and dangerous. I could tell the moment I laid eyes on that man, he was trouble. Try as I might to ignore him, he had other plans it seemed. Subtly was not his strong suit I think and within a few short minutes of me trying to ignore him, his fingertips caressed my shoulder. No one touches me without permission and that is what started the whole mess. I tried to let that go, but me? Let something go? Ha! Better luck trying to get a porcupine laid. I was just going to leave, after threatening to take a limb for the unwanted touching when he danced in front of me, some bimbo hanging off of him. I tried to just ignore that as well and leave when suddenly, I felt this feeling wash over me. ******** hit me with confusion. You would think, us both being allurists, it wouldn't have hit so bad, but it did. Allurists have a way about them. I should know, I'm one of them. Don't judge me.
Nick helped me out of the club for air and then, dinner. Later, after much flirting and sexual innuendos back and forth, he helped me out of my clothes at his place and fed my addiction as well as his, I'm sure. I shouldn't have fell for that. Weak. A low point. That's what that was. But the man have muscles that went on for days, a face that you could die for and charm? Jesus. Anyone would have fallen for that. I shouldn't have but... lessons in life are best learned through experience, they say.
After that, I kinda fell apart for a while. Enter my best and most trusted friend ever in my days, Reyna Quartermaine. I love her. I really do. Never really told her that but I don't actually think I have to. Reyna understands me better than most would and can. Shes just epic. Not much else can describe that woman. Body of a goddess, refined as they come, sex kitten extraordinaire. Shes the whole package ladies and gents. If I swung that way... Damn. Anyways, I digress. Reyna tried. Poor girl. She tried really hard to fix me, while hitting on me all the time, but try as she might, I just didn't feel like myself anymore. I fell to the hands of my own kind. An Allurists. Something I should have known better than to do. Somehow though, I think I've gotten the last laugh. I think Nick's plan was the same as any man like him. Build them up, keep them wanting more. Simple plan. Backfire. Not me. I'm not like most women. I hate him. I love him, but i hate him.
Life seemed to have no meaning anymore. I was a shitty Allurist. My powers were -way- out of whack and I was a mess. Starting to look it too. I needed Reyna. I know what you're thinking. I didn't mean I went over and tried to use my powers to boost my ego and get her into bed. I went over to her house to talk. She always made me feel better when I was at my low points. But talking that night, that wasn't what was on Reyna's mind apparently. Make no mistake, this wasn't like being screwed over by an Allurist. This was more... expanding my horizons. Reyna wanted to be a teacher for the night. Help me and expand my life. Boy did that woman ever. I never had been with a woman. Never really had the desire too. Like I said. I love Reyna. That night opened my eyes to many things. One thing it didn't do, which I was scared of, was screw up our friendship. Still love her. She still adores me. Friendship saved and the sex was amazing.