the shade {eli}

[CKay McClenahan]

oh god, if i agree, what horrors wait for me?

Darkness, it's something that most people tend to fear. CKay had never been one to fear the dark, even in her early years. As she grew, she found it was something that, to her, was just as natural and normal as the daylight that many chose to spend their time basking in.

It was something that one could become capable of growing quite accustomed to. Fear, or no fear, one must become accustomed to everything at some point in their life. CKay had learned to deal with that at an early age.

It was peaceful, in a sense, the darkness that enveloped the small form as she made her way slowly down the silent street. She'd been warned of the danger of the streets, but because of the somewhat nocturnal being she was, it seemed as if there were a certain magnetism, and she couldn't help but become attracted to it, as a moth is attracted to flame.

Peace... The word played over and over in her head. Was that really what it was? If it were, then she certainly hadn't felt it in quite a while.

It was... nice.

A feeling of tranquility; she would've liked to bathe in the glory of it for an endless eternity, but all good things must come to an end.

She tugged anxiously at the grey sleeves on her arm, the mossy green jacket that covered them, with the blonde curls, nearly white in the moonlight. She smoothed her pants; pants that had ones belonged to her sister.

Peace... The word brought others to mind. Serene, calm...Far from deranged, so very far from the word which she happened to hate the definition of. A word which she had become quite acquainted with. If it were to show up on her doorstep, she might as well invite it in for an afternoon chat.

To disturb the condition, act, or function of.

What a perfect night to beg for a sane state of mind.

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[Elijah Cuttey]

{BUT NOTHING'S BETTER THAN WHAT SILENCE IS SAYING

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It was times like this when Elijah wasn't sure what he was doing, nonetheless why. All he knew was that he was out in the streets, walking, in the dark, completely alone. He was thinking. Yes, for once, Elijah was actually thinking. He was thinking about a lot of things, actually. One of them happened to be love. What exactly was love to him, anyway? Just a way to express feelings for others? A way to pass the time? He wasn't sure.

He just wasn't sure.

Maybe that was the main reason he was out walking tonight. To think about love. His love. The people he loved. Who did he love? His parents, of course. Even if he didn't particularly agree with them all the time, he still loved them. And Key. If he didn't have Key, well, Eli wasn't even sure what he would do with all of his time. That dog meant so much to him it was insane. And there was Patrick. Oh god.. Patrick. Elijah wasn't sure if there was a word to describe this perfect being. Patrick was perfection, and Elijah was head-over-heels in love with him.

And then there was CKay. What to do with CKay.... Elijah didn't know. Well, duh, he had feelings for her. But was it love in a friendly way, or in a more intimate, passionate, way? He wasn't sure. They were friends. About as close of friends as two could possibly get... and at times they were a little more than that. There were times when their relationship level rose, and that made Eli confused. Did he love CKay? Did she love him? Or were they just "friends with benefits," so to speak?

God, why did this all just /have/ to happen to him? Why, why, why? He wanted answers. He wanted them now. He had to have answers. Elijah was the kind of person that had to know how and why things happened. He was somewhat OCD about it. It drove him crazy when he didn't know the technical details of things. Some considered it his biggest fault, saying that he wanted to find answers that didn't need or couldn't be found. Others considered it his biggest talent, saying that he could figure out things others gave up on, or saying that he would never give up.

But Elijah knew, deep down inside, that he would never, ever, give up.

Especially on love.

[CKay McClenahan]

Footsteps...She could distinguish footsteps from her place by a bus stop. An abandoned bus stop, at that. Why would there be a bus at this time of night? CKay did not know precisely what time of night it was, but obviously too late for the buses to be stopping, or even out, at that.

She immediately perked up, listening as though she were some sort of creature of the darkness. No, she did not think that of herself. Is it not right to fear for your own life, when all but one in your family had been so atrociously wrenched from them by your father's hand, only to take his own by accord?

If only he had not been ill... Then she wouldn't - no, she wouldn't think that. Her father had been a good man! A good man that had, unfairly, been given a voluminously extravagant temper. A temper that he was unaware of his actions at times.

No, she would not blame her father for the unstable state of mind she had become the recluse of.

Footsteps.. She could still hear them. She felt her heart quicken slightly at the thought of something appearing at any moment, coming to seize her tiny form from it's place against her rightful consent to go.

Even if the owner of the footsteps had come in a threatening manner, she wouldn't have gone without a fight. No, nothing would take her from this serenity she had just developed within herself. Physical harm had a capability of snatching it from her; leaving her to paw at the air as if it were mere feet in front of her in the darkness. The physical harm that had used this capability to withdraw the life of her family and left her with nothing but a stone, a stone that wanted nothing to do with her, at that.
A stone that, had he had his own choice, would have left her to die alone.

Slowly she leaned her head back, blonde curls spilling out neatly behind her shoulders in the process of the action.

The footsteps... She had nearly forgotten the footsteps! She could hear them coming closer still, and quickly contemplated on releasing herself from this heaven into reality. She knew that if she had, there would be no way of returning to it again for quite a while.

Then, what made it such a heaven? Surely it was not a heaven if it were not easily reachable... And if she were to be there alone...

No, this must've been some sort of purgatory she'd mistaken for heaven.

Hah! Heaven.. Who was she to speak of heaven? Anything spoken by CKay of heaven was sure to be utter blasphemy.

She managed to shake herself from the safe haven she had so carefully created for herself. Only then did she see the approaching shadow. The shadow to which the footsteps must've belonged. Immediately the hazel, nearly golden, eyes snapped to the direction of the one approaching.

And against her will, she couldn't help but feel the bile, of which had been provoked by terror, rising gradually in her throat.
So this is fear?

[Elijah Cuttey]

{BUT I JUST DON'T CARE ENOUGH TO FOOL AROUND WITH LOVE

Elijah was, until now, unaware of a figure looming before him, solo, at the abandoned bus stop. Why would someone be there, waiting, unless they were out to harm innocent people like himself? His breath caught in his throat, fingers clenched into fists held firm to his sides. His brown eyes peering through messy brown and red bangs, eying the figure. There were no lamp posts along this section of the road. Only moonlight. Only moonlight to see by. Only moonlight to guide him. Guide him to safety if need be.

The moon was something Eli happened to love. He wasn't exactly sure why, but ever since he was a little boy, he had always stayed up late just to watch the moon. No, he had no telescope. He never wanted one. He simply just liked to watch the moon. He found it a very peaceful and beautiful thing. It helped calm him, relax him, help him find serenity. There were times where Elijah could have sworn he was at least part werewolf, for his appeared reliance and obsession with the moon.

But why, if he was so afraid of this potential harm from the stranger, was he still walking?
He did not know.

Something was drawing him foreword, curiosity, perhaps. Something pulled him towards the lone figure, tension building with every echoing footstep. The echo, one after the other, the pattern continuous. The human seemed to be still, non-moving, which caused Elijah to think that this might just be a figment of his immagination- meerly something his mind created to frighten him on this dark, chilly, and lonely night. But when it moved, something near-white was visible, shining in the moonlight.

To Elijah, it appeared as if the figure was coming towards him, as if to attack him, though in reality the girls head only turned to face him. "Please don't hur-" he stuttered quickly, stopping in his tracks, staring at the stranger. Only now it was no longer a stranger. It was a familiar face. One maybe too familiar. One Elijah cared for. One that, now that he knew who it was, he was ashamed he had ever been afraid of her. One that had been on his mind quite a lot lately.

"CKay?"

[CKay McClenahan]

Staring... Just staring, that's what she preferred to do right now. Whether she were staring simply out of the fact there was an unmistakable jolt of fright that had been thrown into her body, and she couldn't bring herself to peel her eyes from the figure, or whether it was the fact that her mind had gone completely numb at the sound of someone nearing even closer than before. It were as if she were frozen, horror having done it's deed and pulsed itself through every vein and vessel in her body, refusing to let her return to the normal being she had been mere seconds before.

Breaths came in shaky rasps, nearly sobs. No, no, she would not cry in front of the figure. She wouldn't show weakness, especially if the figure were of the opposing gender. No, just because she was a female did not mean she couldn't fend for herself, by any means.

"CKay?"

Crystal clear, like a church bell, the voice woke her from the trance she had been put under. She knew the voice, knew it quite well, in fact. It almost made her uneasy to know she had shown such fright in front of him. It was something she wanted to keep to herself. She didn't want people to know what could frighten her to the point of complete shock. Many times the information had been abused. Often CKay wondered if that's what had truly driven her to such a state, and not the murders of her family, or the abandonment her brother had so carelessly thrust upon her.

Now she felt as though the bile weren't provoked by terror, but of self-disgust.
How dare you show fright, how dare you! It's only him, like he would ever harm you!

She wouldn't have been surprised if he were to mistake the tremors for sobs. Feeling as though she would retch at any moment, she simply turned away, refusing to look.

No one would see her in this state of pure weakness.

"Eli... You don't want to be here right now... Believe me, Eli, please. If only you knew what was going on in my head right now. Save yourself the regret and just go."

She said this, only to realize too quickly it was the exact opposite of what she really wanted. She turned to look at him, her eyes crying out in a silent plea.
Help me.

Though the mind raged, told her to stop and grow cold, to drive him away from her, her body would have nothing of it.
She could no longer hide the desperate need for a comfort that she couldn't begin to understand.

[Elijah Cuttey]

{NOW HOLD ONTO ME PRETTY BABY IF YOU WAN TO FLY.

Elijah didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do. All he could do was take a few teps foreward, pulling CKay into a tight hug. "It's okay, Girlie. It's okay..." he whispered a familiar nickname into her ear, rubbing her back with his hands. He breathed deeply, taking in her scent slowly. At this moment, there wasn't any place other that he would want to be. Right now, it was only him and CKay. It was quiet. It was dark. He was calm. But she wasn't.




[ooc; ACK. not done..... FORGIVE ME, TAYLAH!]