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Silent Footsteps... [SeythexKatie]

[[Ah. I had supposed he was just wandering. D: My bad. And sorry posts are short. Not quite sure how much I can add to sleeping.]]

Surprisingly enough, Helena slept peacefully. Her dreams were nothing more than a dark canvas, the calm sounds of the ocean. She was in a perfect place during her sleep. Too caught in the soothing, hypnotic dream, she never heard a thing as her stalker made breakfast. Even the cats were still asleep when he walked in. Sure enough though, they awakened at his presence. The lean Emma was first to move, quickly sharpening her ears and standing up on the bed. She wanted to hiss, but found sound unable to come from her throat.

Oliver sat there, eyes glared, but he was far too tired to get up. And besides... This man had... food. The cat's ears perked up, and he moved towards the tray. Helena always shared her food with them anyway, so why not this? Happily rolling over, Oliver began to chew on a piece of sausage. After the man disappeared, Emma joined in.

Only about ten minutes later did Helena awake. It was surprise she did not knock over the food while sleeping, but even more so when she saw it. A tray of breakfast, at her legs? She sat up immediately, and looked around. No one. Was it a dream? Reaching out, she grabbed a piece of sausage, and took a bite. "Mm..." She mumbled. No, not a dream. "Is anyone there?" She asked. Oh, it was a delectable meal. So much so, that despite her worry, she couldn't stop her eating. And soon, she had a forkful of eggs in her mouth.
 
[[You've my sympathies, perhaps we can work some kind of doubling characters out, if you're up to the challenge. I am an understanding partner to those that have my admiration. You are one such person. I'm off for some review for finals. I'll be back later tonight. I will edit in a reply then.]]
 
[[Blah, came back in a bad mood. Apologies, here we go.]]

The dark one was back at his camp, hands crossed behind his back. He had the windows tinted so as to keep the sunlight from disturbing him. Not that it hurt him, but the darkness was a comfort. It's what he drew his powers from. A smile crossed his face as she called out for him, "Yes, I'm here." He replied through the window, she would not hear. He smiled a little wider when she took advantage of his offering of admiration...

He wondered if Helena would be going out today, he wanted to have fun with her if that were the case. He admired her as she ate... Waiting.
 
After a few minutes of eating, Helena had her share of the food, and lifted the tray to the other side of the queen bed. Her kittens rolled towards it, and continued to munch away on the leftovers. With much will power, Helena threw off the warm sheets and headed to the shower. Looking at herself in the mirror, she pulled on her eyelids and hair. What had gotten into her last night? It had to of been a dream. Besides, there were no marks left from injury. Maybe those headache pills she had taken got the best of her. Shaking her head, she turned on the warm water, and stepped in.

Twenty minutes and a load of vanilla-scented suds later, she stepped out, steaming. With time in the shower, she had been able to clear her thoughts. Maybe she had been too frightened of the scene in the alley, and she just had a nightmare about it. That made perfect sense. Scary things resulted in bad dreams. She repeated this out loud, and began to blow dry her hair until her natural curls fell softly to her chest. Opening the door, her kittens were now asleep on the bed.

"I suppose I should go get some stuff done outside." Scratching Oliver's head, she smirked to herself. Everything is alright... A few minutes later she was dressed in a pair of dark skinny jeans, a long white sweater, black peacock, white beret, and black boots. Quite editorial for someone who though they were going insane. Wrapping a light blue scarf around her neck, she grabbed her purse, and headed out the door.
 
He had appeared in her bathroom after she had left her apartment. He inhaled the clean, feminine smell deeply, the warm haze still hanging in the air. "Vanilla..." He breathed, stepping to the mirror he looked at his pale form. He regarded himself with a raised chin, scratching his slightly grizzled chin, his smooth hair... He smiled, taking a finger to the foggy surface and writing... Not so different... You and I. He wrote it with the tip of his sharp nail, actually writing into the mirror by damaging it. The mist would be gone soon enough. She needed to know it... He was real.

He stepped back out of the bathroom into the bedroom, regarding the two kittens with a smile. "Little ones..." He watched them eat hungrily at the remainders of his food. The girl's pets... Funny, his pet had pets. He would allow it, he supposed. In any other case he would've killed the hapless creatures without a second thought. But he didn't want to alarm Helena, quite yet. She thought the happenings last night were all a dream.

He shifted through the front door of her apartment and followed her at a safe distance. His dark appearance would stand out a lot from the "brighter" citizens of the city. Nothing he hadn't done before... Blending in. He would follow wherever she went, and she wouldn't know.
 
After Helena left the house, she seemed like any other college student. Her phone was flipped up, she was texting away to friends. At first, she almost wanted to tell her close friend about what had happened last night. She had gotten a few words in, and then pressed the back button, replacing everything with 'Good Morning.' Gulping, she shoved the device into her pocket. She didn't want to tell a soul. She didn't want to be judged by her friends. She was scared of taking in the possibility that it could be real.

Waiting outside the subway station, thoughts poured into her head. Who had brought the food in this morning? Her stomach got an eerie feeling at that moment. A large pit formed in her, as if she was going to have her whole body cave in. "It was him..." She whispered. Warm mist came from her mouth as the chill underground wrapped around everyone. Looking around her, she took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Never the less, she was frightened.

Stepping onto the subway as the doors opened, she took an empty seat nearest the window, staring out into the open. Lets go to... Higen's East. The bank is there. I need to drop off my paycheck... She tried to distract herself with thoughts of other things she needed to focus on, but she couldn't help but feel like she was under a microscope.
 
Helena's stalker followed her the whole way without detection. Hands shoved deep into his pockets, his head down but his dark red eyes up, watching Helena's pretty behind... He towered above most of the people, but managed to avoid glances...

When she boarded the subway train, he followed but boarded at the opposite side. There was a good number of commuters inside, each minding their own business and ignoring him. He stood in the middle of the aisle amidst the people hanging onto the overhanging grips. They all shifted as the train started to move, he did not shift, instead looking down the line at Helena's troubled face on the other side of the train. He ran fingers over his eyes, changing their color from the bloody crimson to a sky blue. An easy smile ran across his face...

He walked to her side, and took a seat across from her. His smile remained as he looked down at his legs, waiting for her to try to recognize him. If she did...
 
As Helena sat on the subway, her fingers running over each other in some strange dance. Her eyes glanced out the window, a shock to her pupils. Everything changed so fast on these trains. One moment darkness, the next, they were out in the open. She sighed as the train came to its first stop, and let off a few commuters. Mostly people in business outfits, as this was the district for suits and briefcases. And so they continued on, and Helena began to feel more and more awkward.

Eventually, she could stand it no longer, and she glanced around, trying to see what exactly was spooking her. And there, right across from her, was the dark man. She wanted to scream, but she merely turned her head the other way. With bright pink cheeks, her mind thought fast. She could get off at the next stop, run as fast as she could, and hide in... the school! They weren't far. Looking around once more she stood out of her seat, and went to stand near the map of the subway routes, right by the exit door.
 
The sunlight poured in as the train ran across a bridge. The stalker cringed a bit, distracted. So she had noticed him. His half-disguise failed. No matter... Calmly he stood up, walking non chalantly over to where she was by the subway system map. He looked down the train, not directly at her as he spoke to her. "Was it good? I haven't cooked for anyone in a while..." His tone was almost light-hearted, but she would catch the sinister meaning. She would possibly cry out, start to get the shakes...

Suddenly, the sunlight ended, and the lights dimmed. A surge of dark power rose inside him. He turned towards her, running a hand over his eyes to return them to their blood-red state. He looked up at her abruptly, smiling with dark eyes. He took a step forth, and shadows came from the soles of his feet. Rolling up to the ceiling and blocking the artificial light of the lamps up above, closing off the world, leaving only him and Helena...

The sound of train wheels banging against the tracks became distant now as the shadows engulfed the two. His hands came to her sides, handling the white fabric of her sweater and feeling her curves. He pulled her close. "I have chosen you..." He reminded her, looking downwards at her in the eyes again, so dreadfully close. His body pressed close against hers.
 
Helena's fingers gently traced over the red line, the track they were on. All of a sudden though, someone shifted behind her. A whisper against her neck made her entire body become ice cold. Goosebumps formed on her arms, and her toes curled. Immediately she turned around, ready to strike him or to run away. He wouldn't try and hurt her here, would he? Not with everyone here. Thugs, business men, wives, children. Surely not in such a public place. "What do you want-"

Her sentence was cut off as she felt his hands go around her body, and she pushed at his chest. It was completely dark now, and she gasped as she looked around. She couldn't see! Where were they? Surely not in the subway tracks. They would be killed in an instant! "I told you to leave me alone!" Helena yelled out. This man belonged in an insane asylum. She should know how to deal with crazy guys! It was her future career. What would her professor say to do in this situation?

"You said you would! Now get off of me!"
 
"Only for that moment, Helena." He laughed, the tone was of pure amusement. Her pushes slowed him only much, this was when he would move farther, he decided. His face came down to hers, dreadfully slowly, building the suspense of it all. He whispered to her, red eyes open and watching her eyes full of horror, red against blue, "Please me... And you will be rid of me for another moment." He promised. He pulled her to him by her curves, kissing her deeply. His tongue played across her lips, he pushed her against the wall, the map on the wall was barely visible behind her. They were still on the train...

Yet no one would help. They could not see, had time stopped? One hand came down her side and over her left hip, suddenly grasping her bottom tightly through her jeans. He felt her up as he kissed her.
 
This man's laugh turned Helena's face white as snow. She was mortified by his movements. It was some moments later she realized they were still on the train, she could barely make out the lines of the people. But it was as if none of them saw her. "No!" Helena protested as he leaned in, but it didn't stop him. But once again, his kiss made her silent. She didn't fight back for a moment, completely entranced by his lips, his grasp on her. Suddenly though, she felt a squeeze at her jeans, and her eyes opened wide.

"Let go!" She grabbed for his hand, but was unable to remove it from her body. "What is your name?" She demanded. He knew hers. She had a right to know who this man was. Gulping, she looked straight up at him, and then down at the ground.
 
He merely laughed as she ripped her lips from his, blinking playfully at her as she pleaded with him. Wrapping his arm about her lower back, still grasping her rear, he pulled her close so that her chin was against his chest, forced to look up at him. His red eyes bore into her, shadows swirling about them. "I... Will never let go... Oh foolish, beautiful girl." He licked his lips, tasting her lingering signature upon them.

"My name... Lantis." He replied, "You will see I can be reasonable. My love." Again, he pulled her up to him, his hands coming up to her arms, kissing her deeply once again. The shadows seemed to swirl like a storm about them now, the train coming to a halt at the station... Extra light flooded in from the platform. The shadows reeled about them, returning to Lantis' back. They were visible now.

He pulled from the kiss this time, looking down at her smartly. "Goodbye for now." He said, pushing her through the now open doors of the train. She landed on the platform, where she wanted to be. The door closed and Lantis simply stood there. Watching her. He gave a playful wave as the train began to move again. Taking him out of sight into the dark tunnel...

He shifted back just as everything went dark again, no one noticed his movements... He stood with his back against the subway tunnel, beaming at his encounter with his pet. A fine step forward... He watched her out the corner of his eye, she would not know he was there, watching again.
 
Helena whined as she was forced to look up at him. She didn't want to think about the fact it felt so terribly good to be held like this, even in such a situation. She didn't want to admit that his face was hypnotizing, that when she blinked he was still imprinted in her mind. No, she wouldn't let herself come to that conclusion, even though it was reality.

Suddenly though, light flooded into their dark circle, and they were back on the train. But not for long. Soon, she was out on the platform, staring back into those blood red eyes. She could feel his heat on her lips, and his voice continued to ring through her ears. "My love. My love. My love. My love." She shook her head vigorously trying to free her thoughts, but there wasn't much use in that. She still saw his face when she looked away.

"Lantis." She mumbled to herself. Turning around, she repeated his name, and then began to run up the stairs of the station, heading back into the bustling world of the city.
 
[[Enjoyable enough?]]

Lantis hopped the guarding gate that lead to the station platform from the tunnel as she turned about the corner. Dusting off his dark coat. He followed... Making sure to maintain a better distance this time. She would be reeling this time. But only for so long. She would learn to look forward to his attacks on her personal space.

The bustling world of the city was in daylight now, people walking back and forth. Thugs, business men, mothers with their children... They all lived their lives. One man walked in a brown coat, wound tightly around himself against the cold of the city. He eyed the white beret as soon as it came up the steps from the subway station. Girl probably had money. The pickpocket followed as she turned the corner. Lantis close behind...

He walked at a brisk pace amidst the dense crowds. You're mine... He eyed Helena's purse, breaking into a sprint, he dashed past her, pulling the bag from her shoulder. He wordlessly kept running amidst the crowd, he would be easy to lose...

Lantis' eyes widened at the danger to his pet. If he had had a knife... He began to walk faster, if things escalated... Or he went somewhere dark...
 
As Helena walked through the crowded street, she paid no attention to those around her. She was far too focused on her stalker, her follower. He had been the one to make her breakfast this morning. He could get into her house whenever he pleased! It was a frightening idea, and she didn't know what to make of it. How was she supposed to protect herself from this man - this Lantis?

Suddenly her thoughts were broken by a heavy push and someone running away. Realizing her bag was no longer on her shoulder, she looked up, and saw a man in a brown coat running away. "Damn!" She yelled. Starting to run, she was able to keep up with the man, to a point, until she hit a new crowd. Her boot tripped on something, and she went tumbling to the ground.

Everyone moved so that they didn't step on her, but no one seemed to care much. Her leg was cut, and her head felt so... warm... Reaching up, she found blood came from her cheek, and a tiny bit from her skull. Her eyes got wide, and then, everything was black.
 
Lantis broke into a run, openly pushing people aside as he watched Helena fall. Damn! He kneeled at her side as she fell into unconsciousness. Merely knocked out, good... He had a tendency to go berserk over heavier things... Though his ire was at a very high point. He looked up to the bright sky and cursed, he wouldn't be able to use the shadows to help alleviate this problem more easily...

Without a second thought he picked her up in his arms, expression a forced neutral, bubbling anger barely contained. The crowd still took no notice... Oh how he would've loved to massacre them... In the darkness. He walked out to the side of the street, Helena limp in her arms. "Damn it all..." he cursed, looking about for Helena's assailant. He would have revenge. He had done this to her, of course! He didn't realize she had merely tripped...

There!

A glimpse of the edge of his brown coat could be seen, running down a tight alley way between buildings. Bad move... Lantis ran after him, laying Helena down sitting upright against a wall... He walked farther down, waving his arm, a wall of shadow came up over the entry to the alley way. No one would take notice. That was the subtlety of dark.

No sunlight seeped in from above now, the pickpocket sat atop a garbage can, looking through Helena's personal belongings, tossing things absent-mindedly that were of no use. He didn't see the sharp spear go through his forehead, pinning him up against the wall. Gone instantly.

Lantis breathed heavily with rage, arm to the ground and hand sprawled about after just throwing the projectile with all his might. It would look like a shot to the head from a shotgun to the authorities...
 
No one seemed to care that there was an unconscious girl being carried by a dark, tall man. It was the city. Things like that weren't looked at as 'big deals' anymore. Even when she was pushed gently against the wall, did anyone take notice. They were all too focused on their own business, their own lives. Eyes closed, Helena sunk against the wall, until she was barely sitting up, most of her body curved to one side.

In her mind, she could see the man's face, her burglar, and Lantis' smile. Her stalker was terrifying, and yet so warm. She was scared of him, of what he could do to her. But... He hadn't hurt her. Not yet. He had made her feel wanted, at least. Boosted her self-confidence, even if it meant making her frightened in her own house.

Unfortunately, even after Lantis had killed the thief who had her purse, she was still knocked out, and still bleeding, against the wall.
 
Lantis took the girl's belongings, putting the ones that had been tossed aside within the purse and walked back to Helena. The shadowy wall held strong along the alley way, blurring the forms of the citizens that walked past. Carefully Lantis sat down behind Helena with her between his legs, his back against the brick wall behind them. He looked down thoughtfully at the bloodied hair beneath his chin, smelling it lightly. It made him cringe, his pet hurt...

The shadows had no power to heal, only to stalk and destroy. "Mmm..." His breathing slowed at being close to Helena, taking her scarf from her, he tended to the cut, soaking up the blood... Nothing terrible, it would heal soon he hoped. He cleaned her up well enough, but now her scarf was covered in blood. Unusable. Raising himself against the wall slightly, he opted to put his coat upon her own shoulders. It would be a warmer alternative. He pocketed the once light blue scarf, fine with the cold...

He would mesh with the shadow into the wall behind them when she awoke. Closeness was not how he operated... He would then fall to the floor of the laundromat, his back to the wall again, back to back with her. He sighed.
 
What seemed like ages later, Helena awoke, suddenly frightened once again. It was mostly dark around her. She moved around slowly, and a rush of pain filled her. Ugh. A terrible, terrible headache. Groaning, she stood up off the floor. But... Her bag was there. Picking it up, all of her belongings were inside. It wasn't until this moment that she realized Lantis' jacket was around her shoulders.

He had saved her. Oh yes, it was creepy that he was following her. But it felt good to know that someone cared. That he had taken care of her. Sighing, she tossed her purse over her shoulder. There was no way she was doing anything more today. Not with her head like this. And so, she started her journey back to the subway, to get home.

Almost an hour later, she found herself in front of her apartment door. With a groggy groan she entered, immediately going to the bathroom. She popped about five painkillers into her mouth, and then inspected her cuts in the bathroom. After letting some hydrogen peroxide sit into her cuts, she bandaged them up, and went to her room. The kittens looked surprised when she came in, not her usual happy self. Setting the empty tray from breakfast on a table, she crashed on a bed. "That man is crazy, kitties."
 
Lantis stood at door 543, an arm across the numbers, leaning against it. She was okay. A relief, to be sure. He leaned his head against his forearm, looking down at the carpeted floor of the apartment hallway. He took a deep breath, meshing into the door. The shadows crept along the ground, making sure to avoid the afternoon sunlight spilling out from the sliding doors...

He came back into his original form leaning against the wall, "Crazy..." He regarded the term, his hands fell downwards against the wall, fingers bent to grip the wall nervously. "Is it so bad. When you're crazy for someone?" He asked, eyes down to the floor.

He appeared calm, much a change from the previous encounters Helena had with the stranger. How would she react to the gentler intrusion?
 
Once on the bed, Helena curled herself under the sheets and comforter, making quite a cocoon. Her pets swarmed to her, cuddling in the crook of her knees and against her stomach. Sighing, Helena heard the voice of the man. She wanted to yell, to jump up, but she was far too tired. Besides, for once, he didn't seem so angry.

Letting out a heavy sigh once more, she looked straight at a curtained window. "Just because you like someone doesn't give you the right to follow them and break into their homes." She gave a glaring look into the darkness. "Those are still illegal tasks." Closing her eyes, she moved a hand under her pillow, comforting herself.

The kittens seemed used to this man by now. Emma even jumped off the bed when she caught sight of him, and cautiously rubbed her fur against his leg.
 
He looked down at the kitten without expression, then up to Helena. "I broke nothing." He examined his paled fingers, "And I am a being beyond legality. Such things do not faze me."

Here Lantis was, speaking face to face on almost equal terms with the woman he had fallen for, though it was always temporary... Was he expecting some sort of thanks? He looked past his outstretched digits to the girl curled up in her covers, injury kept her from doing much else, he assumed. He frowned with feign dissapointment at her. "I can leave you. For the time being if you need to heal."

He withdrew the bloodied blue scarf from his pocket, examining it. "Did you want this back...?" He asked.
 
With a sigh, Helena rolled over, and looked at the man. She wanted to roll her eyes, shove him off, but she knew he deserved more than that. Heck, he had saved her today, right? "A being beyond legality?" She scoffed at the idea, and sat up in her bed, wincing a bit. And then she remained quiet for a while, going over his words with great care. It was an art form, conversation. And right now it was vital that she made a masterpiece.

"I... I suppose you don't have to leave." She muttered, looking at the ground. You'll come back anyway. She thought. Still, the attention was nice, even if he was at times frightening. But, every girl in the end wanted to be wanted, and wanted to be cared for. Shaking her head as he raised the scarf, she patted the bed beside her.

"At least come talk to me. You've come into my house a million times, I have the right to know who you are."
 
Lantis' brow raised at her offer, weighing it in his mind as he pocketed the bloody scarf. He scoffed back at her, crossing his arms... He stepped off the wall anyways, coming to the side of the bed. "You're making demands now? I could kill you instantly." His threats were empty, he couldn't kill her mostly cause he'd never want to... Until he got sick of her. Now was not the time.

He loomed over her, arms still crossed. "I am Lantis." He reaffirmed his name.
 
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