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Obliviate
- Mar 18, 2010 at 5:09 PM
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Tori POV **Tori's Parents House Day**
The 911 text I received from my Dad had me racing out of work, driving frantically for home. Someone was there. The man was talking to Viv, and he wouldn't leave. When I pulled up, my deepest fears were realized.
Over Viv, he held a rose tracing it along her cheek. Daddy grabbed his arm as I flew out of the car.
"If you have something to say," he laughed taunting my Father. "Just say it."
"Get away from my Sister," I yelled. Quickly I signed to Daddy, "Take Viv, inside."
Daddy's fingers signed furiously, with a rush of questions about who this man was. His face was hot with anger and embarrassment at being brushed off because of his disability. I signed back my apologizes, just insisting he take Viv inside and lock the door.
"Vivi, give the flower back and go inside with Daddy," I ordered.
"Now, there's my sweet young thing," he turned opening his arms to me. Just his voice, even if it wasn't for the trite nickname, made my skin crawl. I stood in between he and Viv, taking the flower from her, and returning it to the slimy hands from whence it came.
Everyone protested, asking for answers. My mind felt like it was about to explode trying to create space from, "She's just as beautiful as you were," and Viv's "It was my flower," and Daddy's "You know this man? How could you tell him where we live?" Finally I threw my hands up. While I signed to Daddy, "I'm sorry. I will take care of it. Please take Vivi inside," I gave Viv a look that I was not playing. That quieted her argument.
"Now, Tori. Come on. Why the hostility," his creepy voice said as smoothly as always. "I''m just getting to know you're family, and that beautiful Sister of yours. She looks so much like you did when I first met you.
As soon as the door shut behind Daddy and Viv, I rounded on him. "She is seven. Seven years old. I was fourteen. That doesn't make it any better, but...," my finger raised a warning in his face. "You will stay away from her, do you hear me?"
"Why all the hostility? Come on, it's been a long time. Last time I saw you, you were so agitated." His lips turned into a foul smile as he reached for my hand. I jerked it away as he continued trying to justify himself, "I wanted to check on you to make sure you were okay."
"What do you want?" I crossed my arms. "My Sister is not an option."
"I just wanted to see you, my sweet young thing. You run around in my head all day and night."
That look on his face. I knew that look. I hated it. It was the look that trapped me between him and that desk. That look trapped me in so many strings I was like a insect caught in a web just waiting to be devoured. I was only a child. Like Viv. As he moved up on me, I saw my Sister and that disgusting rose he was using to caress her cheek. I saw myself as a teenager. For a moment my hands started shaking, before my eyes flinted up.
"I'm not running now. You have me," I breathed letting seduction fill my words. "What are you going to do with me now?"
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Tori POV **Tori and Reg's House Night**
Damn it! It wouldn't come off. None of it would come off. The blood was permeating my body, soaking into my own, and I couldn't make it stop. There was so much it was like it was multiplying, becoming more every second instead of less. I had to be bleeding - draining myself - like the hard and fast the memories assaulting my mind. Just as the blood wouldn't come clean from my nails, I couldn't erase the images from my head. One after another they all taunted me. I couldn't shove them back to the recesses of my mind where they belonged hidden in the darkness I created specifically for them.
Blood. My blood. His blood. More blood than I knew what to do. Tiny blood marked panties. My blood soaked bra. Scars. Scars that since healed. Scars that didn't. The unfamiliar room. Hands. Nausea rocked me. Screams. Justin's. His. Mine. The other. The voices. Young and smooth. Old and gravely. Torn flesh. Justin's. His. More. Strings. Fucking strings. Too many strings. Threats. Hands. Bodies. Lies. All crashing down at one time. Viv. Oh, gawd, Vivi.
Reg POV
I could hear Tori mumbling as I softly walked down the hall, stepping to the side of the blooding foot prints caked into the white carpet. I couldn't make out the words, but there was something to the tone that made me step cautiously, not wanting to surprise her, before I even saw the state she was in. Blood coated her hands, splattered across her face, hair and clothes. But that was the least of my concern, I could tell from the pattern the blood wasn't hers. My worry rested in her eyes. Her normally mischief filled, calm, calculating eyes. Their honey brown depths held a wildness, a confusion, a terror I'd never seen even hinted at before, not even when her nightmare's following Justin's death had been at thier worst.
Knowing well there are times when words hurt more than help, I moved soundlessly into the room, slowly removing my wand to syphon off what blood I could from her clothes and body, before slipping a wash cloth off the rack and wetting it with warm water and soap. Like she was labeled 'Handle with Care' I tenderly washed the red stains from her skin. removing the clothes that bore the remnants of whatever had occurred. As quickly as I could, I slid my shirt over my head, taking her slim wrists between my fingers and helping to maneuver her into it, tugging it down over her slender frame. I could feel the tremors coursing through her as I pulled her into my arms, my fingers trailing over her back as I tried to soothe her, "Shhhh..."
"I can't take it back." the broken whisper of her voice struck a chord in me, "I can't go back. I just want it to go away." When her eyes reached out to mine, the horror shining in them begged along with her words,"To make it stop."
Rubbing my hands over her smooth skin, my eyes draw her in, letting my time tested skill of Legilimency to do to my Little Bit what I'd done to search out the secrets of Sara. Delving into her mind, I walked through the scene with her, every detail of the moment alive in her mind and swimming in her eyes, emotions clear as the fell like rain with the tears on her cheeks. Wrapping her more into my embrace, I asked quietly, "Tori...do you want me to make it go away?"
Tori POV
How he could look at me, I didn't know. But he didn't know. He didn't know or he wouldn't be able to look at me either. Tears I couldn't contain spilled over, just as everyone I fought so hard to separate and contain was all bleeding into each other. "I just want it all to go away." My eyes closed, hands shaking, against the rush of images flashing again in my head. It was like being thrust into a strangers life. I was afraid of her. "Can you do that?"
Reg laid a kiss I did not deserve on my forehead. He wiped my tears with the tips of his fingers. If it could go away, no one would have to know. I wanted this. I wanted Reg. If it went away, he wouldn't have to leave or be afraid of that stranger that lived inside me also.
"Yeah, babe, I can do that," his lips kissed me lightly before he took out his wand. I knew if I wasn't as selfish, I would have just set him free there from my madness. But I'm selfish. That's what lead to all of this. Reg's eyes searched the bathroom as I wrestled against my love for him, knowing he didn't need this. On the other side was everything I wanted, that I didn't deserve. With his wand, Reg set flames to my clothes, like I hoped he could burn up the past now alive in my brain. We could start over like this never happened. I would be better. I would do better. I could maybe make this up to him. Tenderly he knelt down in front of me asking, "Are you ready?"
Nodding, I vowed to myself once this was gone, I was going to fix this for him. I tried to set that determination somewhere deep inside of that I could still hold onto it when the rest was burned away. I would make things right for him, for Daddy, Mom, and Viv. I would make it right somehow. All I could do was hope he could understand as I whispered, "I love you, Reg."
Reg POV
After stepping quickly into the hall to remove the tracks from the floor and trails of her fingers from the wall, I knelled down between her knee's, asking, "Are you ready?" Watching her nod, I made one last glance around the room, assuring myself there wasn't so much as a trace of the scene that I had walked into. When my spell took hold, I wanted no reminders to leave her questioning what had transpired. Softly, my hand cupped her thighs, my wand held in tight fingers as I made the memory mine alone, whispering, "Oblivate."
The dazed sheen left her eyes hollow and unfocused as the past removed itself from her mind, and slowly, she blinked, that playfully sexy Tori smile curving her lips as the fire of desire flamed in her eyes, "What are we doing in here?"
Tempering my discourse, I allowed my own smile to take over my face, mind rolling quickly for a workable excuse, "We were gonna take a bath together till someone dozed off sitting here waiting for me to get off the phone" kissing her head, my words held more meaning then she would ever know as I said, "Sorry about that" I would do whatever I needed to make sure the events of today never touched her again, to keep that look of near breaking off her face.
Taking my words at face value, she pulled my shirt over her head, her hands moving to link around my neck, "I'm glad you woke me up."
Pulling her to me, I assured myself I was capable of doing whatever it took to keep that thriving love alive in her eyes and telling myself that while she might not know now she had asked, the way she had begged to have those thoughts annihilated dissolved me of any guilt I might feel now at my lies. With my free hand, I removed my pants, laying my wand on the now sparkling clean sink, I replied, "Me too" Pulling her with me to make love beneath the cleansing spray of the shower.
With almost baited breath, I watched her through the day, checking for any hint of the spell having an adverse or short term reaction with her pack powers thrown in. There was no way to ask someone. Picking up a phone and saying, "Hey, I just oblivated Tori, is it going to stick?" was out of the question. As the effects seemed to hold, I worked my skills to bring her in for an early bed time, knowing time was of the essence. Somewhere out in the woods laid a body I had to get to before anyone else could or all my prep work would be for naught, the past would come back to haunt her and there would be nothing I could do about it.
As her lids fluttered closed, I untangled from her arms, sliding into my slacks and pulling a shirt from the closet. Silently, I slipped into my shoes, sitting on the edge of the bed. I allowed my mind to travel back into hers, picking up every key detail I could find on the days events, I followed road signs and forest trails, twists and turns to take me to where I needed to go before pulling back into myself. With a kiss on her cheek, I made my way downstairs, accoing a map and mentally making my way to the point where her trail ended and the man had been waiting. Folding the paper, I concentrated my mind on that focal point, bringing my body to the forest floor.
10 steps, two turns, and a bent tree later, I found the body sprawled the same way I had seen it in her mind. Jagged tears slashed across his body, blood splattered across tree's and leaves, the shocked expression permantently imbedded on his fear frozen corpse. A hand over my mouth, I drew in a breath, the real actualization of those images bringing me to a temporary halt. Running a hand through my hair, I reminded myself I was on a mission, and one I needed to accomplish quickly. It was sheer luck that this scene hadn't been crossed already.
Inhaling deeply, I went about my business, wand and spells removing any and all traces of mine of Tori's involvement from the scene. It was my intention to make sure that there were no hints of evidence, physical or otherwise, that my girl had ever been here. Removing the body wouldn't help, that much I had reasoned out through the day. If a public official goes missing, they aren't just going to stop searching for him. However, it was my hope, that merely finding his dead body without so much as a hint at a hope to connect someone to it would leave them no choice but to cold case it. Tori had been smart in her maneuvering, making sure no one saw her within his proximity, there would be no one tying his day to her, no matter how many questions were asked.
With a final sweep of the scene, I was positive there was no way the two could be linked. Apparating back to the backyard, I wiped my head, moving back into the house without a sound. With slightly shaking hands, I pulled the clothes from my body, dousing them with flames in the sink, letting them burn to ashes before running the water over them and sending the black remains down the sink drain. Gone and better off forgotten.
Curling back into the bed behind my girl, I closed my eyes and willed a dreamless sleep to follow so we could both awake like this night had never happened.
Comments:
Blood. My blood. His blood. More blood than I knew what to do. Tiny blood marked panties. My blood soaked bra. Scars. Scars that since healed. Scars that didn't. The unfamiliar room. Hands. Nausea rocked me. Screams. Justin's. His. Mine. The other. The voices. Young and smooth. Old and gravely. Torn flesh. Justin's. His. More. Strings. Fucking strings. Too many strings. Threats. Hands. Bodies. Lies. All crashing down at one time. Viv. Oh, gawd, Vivi.
Incrediable imagery there. You can feel her losing her mind. And Reg going to the body...I have chills from this post...Just incrediable.
Never before has Reg's mind seemed more interesting to me than now. The way he automatically thinks around every corner...very nicely portrayed. You could feel Tori's fear and her terror in every line you wrote in this. It's really well done, maybe now we're really getting to what makes Tori tick.
Wow...Creepy! Great post! I have a ton of questions now....hmmmmm...
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