And lead us not into temptation (RavenQueen & Caeliys)

[RavenQueen]

Walking with a friend in the dark is better than alone in the light. - Helen Keller

Stephanie said that to me, one day. We write the year 2013 AD. I am Father Raymond and I will tell you her story.

Stephanie was your typical girl next door. Perhaps a little smarter, a little more beautiful and a little more flawless than typical. For a reason. Having grown up in a well off suburb and having been born into a religious family that's very active in the community, Stephanie has led a sheltered life.

However, while most young women like her do so because their parents want them to lead a happy and successful life later on, it's different here. The reason why I tell you this is because someone must know. In case all else fails. Mankind must know the truth.

Stephanie, I swear by the name of God the Almighty, is a pure descendant of Jesus Christ, our Saviour. One of the best protected secrets of the Vatican and a rumour that has been circulating for years is true. Jesus had progeny and they are very much alive in the world. Hidden in plain view by the Catholic Church, they have lived obscured from public scrutiny. Only a very select few know of their existence and even fewer know who they are.

And yet, the signs are there. God has chosen this lineage once and He will do so again. Like the people of Israel, He has chosen this family, this bloodline to act as His messenger. You see, most people think that when Jesus walks the earth again, we will see a bearded male figure descend from the heavens and rectify all that is wrong. Of course, that is nonsense. It has been stated by the Catholic Church time and again that the Second Coming - and that is what I am talking about, no less - will see the Kingdoms of Heaven and Earth merge.

What even the Church has been uncertain of, is how it will happen. However, there is ample evidence now that we do know. The signs are all there. For this world to end and the next to come, one of God's current chosen will have to be reborn - as Jesus Christ, our Saviour. This chosen has to be Stephanie. She will have to surrender her soul and accept the divine gift of becoming God's own daughter, just like the child in Mary's womb had to. Her sacrifice will advent humanity's return to paradise. It is her and her alone that is the key to our redemption.

How do we know, you ask? It's simple. The Omega Point Theory is actually true. We now have proof that God exists. And even more so, I have already seen Stephanie cure the ill, His divine presence can already be felt, touching her. Trust me, it is certain.
However, we all assumed there would be the ministry of the Antichrist first. Before Jesus return. As Matthew said: "For at that time there will be great tribulation, such as has not been since the beginning of the world until now, nor ever will be."

But there was no such thing. Well, not for us at least. Satan worked in much more devious ways than we had ever imagined. It was when Stephanie began attending university. A new city, new friends, an unfamiliar environment. None of it could change what Stephanie was and into which direction she was headed. Until she met Violet.

I did not like her when first we met. But alas, on the grounds of her being a spoilt brat from a too wealthy family with an arrogance to match the riches. Never would I have dreamed of what vile, little creature I witnessed in truth. As much as she might look human at first glance, Violet is half a demon, fathered by the Antichrist himself when he took her mother that one fateful night.

Those things do not exist, you say? You are one of those who would have never believed that the NSA monitors the whole world, am I right? Trust me, there are things between heaven and earth that you do not understand. This is what the Catholic Church is there for. To protect you from those things. You and all faithfuls.

Now, usually, we let exorcists deal with that. And yes, The Inquisition or Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, however you want to call it, does not only exist, it very much still pursues what it has done in ancient times. But we weren't able to see. We expected the Antichrist himself on the centre stage. The grand scheme of things, as has been predicted.

But no, all the combined wisdom of the sages had failed to see that it would start on a very personal level and not with a demand for adoration but love. God's own strongest weapon. Violet... seduced Stephanie. She did things to her... I do not even dare to imagine.

What I can say is that Violet dragged Stephanie from the light into darkness. It is gut-wrenching and heart-rending to see the innocent, poor girl on the leash of a demon, acting to the fiend's merest whims. Yet that is what happened.

There were signs, ultimately. I laughed at you for not believing in demons but trust me, I was surprised as well. The other signs came then, slowly. Barack Obama, the Nobel Prize for nothing and then the revelation of a global spy net? We live in a world where promises aren't kept, where the corporate world enslaves us all and where democratic governments turn out to be as bad as their tyrant counterparts. The world is in turmoil, order is dissolving. The Arab Spring, the European economic crisis. What's supposed to work doesn't any more.

But it began silently. Satan's first strike came not with deceiving the masses. It came with deceiving Stephanie. And our very future, my son, now depends on whether she will be able to resist the demon's thrall.

Why not simply rescue her, you ask? We could. The fiend's lair is open to us, it is a normal house. As normal as they get when you are the heir of a very wealthy family. But no. The problem lies elsewhere.

When Jesus inspired the Twelve Apostles, the Holy Spirit descended upon them but they had to want it, you understand? God gave us our own free will so we may decide ourselves what is just and what is not. The problem is: Stephanie has to want to sacrifice herself to become Jesus Christ and bring about the Second Coming.

When I asked her if she would, what do you think she said to me?
Yes. Walking with a friend...

 

[Caeliys]

Stephanie blushed. Oh. My. God! He's soooo cute! It was a good thing she was busy biting her lower lip, or her jaw would be acting as an anchor in the middle of the university's outdoor common area. The guy, some nameless older classman, she was looking at as he step out into the open area.

She stumbled around, one foot gracefully tumbling over the other in a delicate posture. Sometimes, you just needed to swoon. He shot her a wink as he passed her petite, trembling form. Or was that her imagination? Does it matter?

Stephanie quickly recovered, and waved. Only, it wasn't quick enough. By that time, he had passed.....and her books had fallen in a spill all over the ground. Such was inevitable. A heavy sigh escaped her lips and her shoulders sunk in depression. "Nice one girl. See what happens when you don't get your morning brew?" The girl said to no one in particular.

She knelt down to pick up her stuff. Her textbooks, her folders, her little sketches, and her bible. You see, Stephanie was a the incarnation of a good girl. Bright, sassy, lighthearted, and completely innocent. A virgin. A sheltered virgin too, unaware of the sinful ways of the world. She had her share of dates, but none of them ever got far. Steph just wasn't interested in the boys as they were in her. And all the thoughts of cute girls....well, those were evil! What kind of PK (preacher's kid) would let herself even think such things?! It wouldn't make her a good missionary, which was the whole reason she was here. She need to keep herself pure. Sinless as best as possible. Pious. She was better then the sinful heathens that infested this sick world--

The bell rang, rudely interrupting her thoughts and bringing her back to the present. And what was important in life. Right now, the important thing was to get to class. She couldn't tarnish her perfect record. She couldn't. It was a bright new day. A bright new year. A brand new environment to learn.....and an all new era of her life. She wouldn't let her record be tarnished by a mere tardy, and with that she dashed like an angel with wings to class.

 

[RavenQueen]

The sun was shining on the all too green, perfectly trimmed grass. It was a wonderful day at Princeton, clearly labelled 'summer'. The first day back of the new semester, with all the freshmen trying to find their way around the campus.

To most of them it was their first attempt at freedom. Free of their own childhood, free of their parents, free of expectations. They had made it here, to one of the States most elite universities and now they were to be shaped into responsible young adults. It was quite the opposite that would happen first though. Especially the first semester was more often dedicated to indulging in the previously unfathomable.

There were exactly two types of freshmen, those who embraced the opportunity and those who shied away from it but would fall all the harder.

Violet was leaning against the cool wall of an open hallway, watching all those people stream across the green, searching for the right building, trying so hard not to be late for their first class. Her silky, black hair framed the delicate features and unusually full lips of her face that was dominated by a pair of light blue, very attentive eyes. She wore a low-cut, dark purple dress with a black, braided belt and matching boots.

She was well hidden in the shade and her attire didn't really stand out against the bright colours that all the girls now criss-crossing the campus wore. Still, those walking past her instinctively changed sides to put a little more space between them and her. Violet radiated an aura of confidence and yes, also arrogance that was hard to ignore for others.

Her own class had just ended and she knew her father was expecting her back at the estate to introduce her to someone. She would soon have to leave but enjoyed the few minutes she had to herself and to watching all the fresh fodder that had been supplied.

Alas, she was not alone. Matt Saylor, dashing business major made his way across the lawn. He was good looking, even smart, just a bit of a jackass but that only added to his charisma. Violet's eyes followed him and then switched to a blonde girl who was clearly smitten by him. She dropped her books, Matt had already passed.

He liked to pick up newbies. Violet had been one of them, once. Just, she proved a little too much for him. As she did for all men.

That girl though, she'd fall for him. And he knew it. His gaze drifted back to her while she was picking up the books, taking in the view of her posterior. She had a 'girl next door' thing about her. One of those people who actually worked hard to get here.

Enjoy the fall. Violet thought. Then, she heard the rotor blades. Time to leave.

 

[Caeliys]

Stephanie breathed in deeply and held her labored breath for as long as her body was stuck with the internal paralysis, part shock, part delighted. The exhale that followed was more of a surprised moan then anything else. A loud moan, one that quickly brought her humiliating world back into sharp focus.

She slowly opened her shamed eyes to the face looking down at her. A guy's face. Matt's face. "My, my, did someone enjoy it?" He commanded an answer as he slapped his flaccid cock across her face.

The girl wiped the remaining mess of her lips. "Bastard. Just give me the answers to the Ethics exam tomorrow." Ah yes, the required course of Ethics. What a hell of a class. It should have been an easy A. But atlas, it wasn't. The professor didn't hold back, and now she was desperate to even get a high F mark....much less pass.

"Yea, yea; I got your all the answers for your cheating cunt right here." Matt held up two sheets of paper that had been stabled together in the corner. He tore off the first page and let it float down to the kneeling girl.

"What about the other one?"

"I'm thinking you haven't earned it yet."

"I already gave you what you asked for! You're just being a big pain in the ass, Matt. This isn't funny."

Matt cracked a wicked grin. "Not a bad idea." He said as he leaned to the right to get a glimpse of her ass. "Infact, that's what it will cost you. Your hot little ass."

"The hell with you!" She shot back and stood up defiantly. "I should report you for this....this extortion!"

The guy smirked and walked over to a pile of papers and binders, pulling an active video camera from them. "I wouldn't if I were you. Not unless you want everyone to see what a good cocksucker you make."

Stephanie was speechless. She tried to form a few harshly phrased outburst but nothing came. With fist curled up in fury, she took the only option she could really think of: she ran.

"You'll be back Cunt! I still have half the answers; You'll be back....."

She didn't look where she was going as she dashed down the empty halls. It was after hours. That's good. Atleast no ones could see the blots of leftover sperm around her lips. That is, until she ran headlong into someone while turning the corner. All she knew, before the crash, was that it was a girl she had hit.

After the crash, she managed to recognize who she had bulldozed over. Violet. "Oh, it's you Vai! You'vegootahelpme! YourtheonewhosuggestedMattanyways, and....and....wellyouvegottahelpme! Itsawefulvai, pleasepleaseplease, pleeease?!" She said, still on the ground, and shooting off words at warp-speed. The girl was clearly panicked, and looked ready to make a deal with the devil if that's what it took. And Violet would help her, surely. Afterall, she did point her to Matt as a way to get the answers she needed.....

 

[RavenQueen]

Time had been flying. The semester had barely started and was already in full swing. The freshmen parties were all over, meaning that some of them even started learning.

Violet had been more than busy. She had, of course, attended select parties here and there, but she had made herself a rare commodity. Violet Danes wasn't exactly easy access material, with regard to no one and nothing. It wasn't that she was rich, after all, many at Princeton were. Or rather: Their parents were.

But Violet carried herself with a natural arrogance that put her way beyond even the most spoilt of the elite university's students. Violet wasn't only rich, she was smart. Very smart. Upon making it through high school, Violet had decided to study history and Princeton had been her pick. She took to university like a fish to water. Dei sub numine viget, the university's motto. Under God's Power She Flourishes. It applied to Violet very much. She was an excellent student. The girl was there on merit as much as due to her family's financial resources. She seemed to take both for granted. Truth was, she didn't. What she did was take it in stride. She just didn't like to apologise. Neither for her wealth nor for her brains. Actually, Violet didn't like to apologise for anything.

The best way to describe how things went with her probably was that she chose the things and people that were around her very carefully and that she herself was never simply chosen. The harder people tried, the more they usually failed. There had been bets in the beginning. Who'd get her first. There weren't any more. Why? Nobody knows. The boys who tried didn't talk about their time with her. Whatever transpired, it must have been grave enough to make them rather keep it to themselves.

She was far from anti-social though. She could be sweet and nice, if she wanted to. While being a bitch in some ways, she didn't pick on the poor, she wasn't a walking gossip dispenser and she didn't have that lead cheerleader attitude that so many of her kind had. Violet seemed above the cut and thrust of campus life in a way no one could quite explain.

Her mother had died while giving birth to her. Of the people who knew her, half felt pity, the other rumoured that it was no wonder. Her father had dealt in oil early in his life, ensuring that the future of his family had been secured for years to come. It had been the two of them, ever since. Not much else was known. The Danes behaved more like old money than new.

Regardless, having the dark and brooding beauty at your party had become something of a must. She had an equal draw to those who liked to discuss how to change the world and those who rather discussed how their epic touchdown earlier that afternoon had already changed the world.

Today, Violet's business had been rather with the former and she was just about to make her way back from the on campus dormitories to the main entrance, when someone bumped right into her.

"Ouh!" She exclaimed, staggering back a bit. Looking up again, she saw Stephanie in front of her. The nervous, jittery country bumpkin was even more hyped than usually. Things seemed to constantly remain new for her. She wasn't one of those ADHD kids but she could be genuinely amazed about a lot of things that simply bored Violet. She was intrigued and appalled by it at the same time. As of now though, Violet hadn't paid much attention to her. It had rather been Stephanie who had approached Violet, talking on end.

So much that indeed, she had taken pity on the other girl and dished out some remarks that could have been understood as loose guidelines on how to act at university. Among those was to try Matt Saylor if he was game. It had been more for the fun of it though. Violet didn't think he'd be interested in Steph. At least not enough.

Now that very girl stood before her, in shambles. Violet straightened her knee length skirt and blazer. Irritated, she took another step back, establishing a distance that was more in line with her preferences regarding personal space. Critically examining Stephanie, she looked as if whatever happened had been a little rough. Where was she coming from? Or rather, fleeing from?

Holding up both hands to calm her down and subtly stop her from coming closer again, Violet took a deep breath, briefly looked to the side, rolling her eyes in mild annoyance and turned towards the other girl again.

"Stephanie. Good day to you, too. I am fine, thank you. How are you?" She said bitingly, bright blue eyes fixated on the woman's face.

 

[Caeliys]

"I, ImsorrybutIneedyourhelp!" Said Steph at hundred miles an hour. The girl worked a few breathes before slowing down some. "I need your help!" Stephanie dashed around on her hands and knees to retrieve her books. She was cute as she did. The way she navigated herself while on all fours was reminiscent of a house pet. And the black silken skirt, while not exactly short, wasn't doing much to hide the brief, billowing flashes Violet was treated to without Steph having a clue.

The flushtered girl pulled her stacked books infront of her, all finished. She looked at Violet. And Violet looked down at the girl, whom was still on her knees with a silent pleading expression painted on her innocent face.

"Please? Matt is going to blackmail me! You've gotta help!" She clasps her hands together in half beg, half prayer-like motion. "Please?"

"I'll do anything!"

 

[RavenQueen]

It was almost funny. Stephanie was such a proper girl yet managed to make a mess of herself more often than not. Looking down at her, her face showed an amused kind of boredom. Stephanie was pitiful to look at, crawling around like that. Other classmates would have been so nice to get down and help. Not Violet though. Arms crossed before her chest, she waited, clearly running out of patience until the girl finally faced her from down below. Violet's blue eyes didn't look comforting. Rather judgemental and cold.

She had more important things to do than give little Steph advice on men. Violet snorted, giving away as much. "Look, girl. Just because I told you the lay of the land, I'm not your nanny. If you need help, go see a counsellor."

Finished, Violet sidestepped the other woman and made for the dormitory exit. Whatever had happened, it was none of her concern and she wasn't the least bit interested to hear whatever the poor girl had to say. For all she cared, Stephanie could remain on the floor and cry her lungs out.

Initially, she had seemed so timid that Violet hadn't thought of her as one of those annoying people who simply stuck to you like barnacles. Otherwise she wouldn't have bothered with the girl at all. It would have been easy for Violet to develop a following. But that would have only slowed her down. She wasn't one for preaching to others.

What had moved her to reply to Stephanie's first request for help she couldn't really say. It had sounded so genuine. So pure. Contrary to the others like her, Stephanie had seemed to know what she wanted. She just didn't know where to find it. However, Violet's patience was limited - as was her time.

 

[Caeliys]

Stephanie's shoulder's sank low. "Violet?" She weakly called after the girl. "Violet?" But the girl wouldn't be of help to her. She was already gone. Already to cast the downtrodden girl to the side. So much for the friendship with Violet she thought she had.

The girl stayed like that for a while, until she heard the uncomfortable sound of dreadful footsteps coming at her. Quickly, she tried to rise, only to feel a hand grip her hair and harshly force her back to her knees on the ground. Steph looked up, only to see a delectably lustful Matt looking down at here - or more accurately, staring down her shirt with ravishing eyes.

"So what's it going to be?" He inquired of her.

"I...I'll do it."

Matt smiled at her weakly acceptance and jerked her head towards the floor. "Good. I expect you to be here bright and early tomorrow slut."

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Stephanie rolled her eyes as she felt Matt's cold, unwelcome hand move between her legs. She blushed in shame. Humiliated. The girl felt...used.

After collapsing in defeat, with no help from Violet, she had agreed to Matt's terms. The innocent girl had tried to prepare for it, mentally, but she just couldn't wrap her brain around what was (to her) an unheard of level of depravity. She had arrived at the scene, presenting herself with minimal effort (her hair was still a mess and she wore no makeup). Steph had worn a simple medium length, black skirt that went just below the knees, nothing she wouldn't mind getting ruin, and a white blouse. She also had stashed a sweater vest and skinny blue jeans in a place down the hall, just in case. At this point, there was no trusting Matt to do anything nice for her.

So here she was. Helpless, pushed over a classroom desk, legs wide and exposed to a vile man, with her skirt pulled up and her panties rolled up by her right foot. And Matt's hand sliding lustfully over her rear, brushing against her sacred folds, as he readied to take her payment in full.

 

[RavenQueen]

Matt certainly wanted to enjoy himself and having Stephanie at his mercy would certainly make for a very entertaining evening. The room he had chosen was usually never booked for classes that late in the day and he had easily been able to reserve it for "the reading of the literature club".

The boy unzipped his trousers, quickly producing his thin, long, somewhat ascetic looking cock. Gently pressing its length vertically in between Stephanie's buttocks, he groaned. "It'll be so good, girl. You'll want more once I've like totally coated your whole tushie with my sperm, babe."

He had been patient and there she was. The girl had been so cute from day one. Hadn't she been so naive, Matt would have considered better treatment. From her looks, she clearly was girlfriend material but her utter lack of experience and her views on god and whatever had quickly put him off that idea. Way too high maintenance. Nonetheless, didn't mean there was no fun to be had.

"Ready to feel the awesome of my priestly staff?" He asked the poor girl.

In that moment, someone cleared his throat. It sounded mildly amused.
Matt's head jerked around and his jaw dropped. There she stood. In the door. Violet.

She was wearing a blood red, knee-length dress with a large black belt and matching high heels. It kept the shoulders exposed. An obsidian necklace was arranged tightly around her neck and she wore a delicate silver watch with a black strap made from ray skin. Small black pearl earrings completed the picture.

"I doubt she is." The girl simply stated.
"And since when is that any of your business!" Matt shot back, angry now and reaching for his trousers.
"Pretty much now." Violet replied, pushed herself away from the door frame she was leaning on and moved into the room.

Being the typical, territorial male, Matt interpreted her behaviour accordingly and growled. "Look, just fuck off, okay? I don't rape her, it's all consensual and it's really none of your damn business."
But Violet shook her head. "You know, Matt, I wish I could. But I can't, Because it is my business."

"If you are angry because of what happened..." He began but was cut short.
"I am not. I am perfectly fine, Matt. I just want the girl."
Matt wouldn't have it though. Rolling up the sleeves of his shirt he said: "You better move along. It's just a bit of fun. She'll survive. But I'm sure it's not the kind of fun you'd enjoy, alright?

A faint smile appeared on Violet's face and suddenly the clank of her heels on the ground sounded a bit louder than before. She took only a few steps but every time it sounded like a hammer driving down a nail that had been too tall. "Are you threatening me, Matt?" She asked with a soft and melodic voice.
"All I'm saying is that you should creep back into the hole you came from and leave this be." His words were harsh but he seemed a bit shaken.

The girl snorted. "The hole I came from. Thank you very much, you are such a charming person. I don't know why everybody mistakes your for being such an asshole at the beginning." Before he could reply, Violet took several steps forward, now standing directly in front of him.

"You think you can just walk in here and do whatever, right? Well, you're wrong, Vio. This is no place for little girls as Stephanie can tell. And if you are..."
Again, he was cut short. "Don't go there." She warned him and her voice was calm, collected yet alert.

"Are we scared now, pussy?" Matt added, misinterpreting her reply. "I'm beginning to think you'd like a good pounding as well. Remember how it was, huh?" He made a move towards her, clearly intent on grabbing her. What happened next, Stephanie couldn't see. The two of them were stepping out of her field of view. She just heard a sharp crack and a cry - a male one. She could hear him running at the top of his speed, crashing into the door frame Violet had leaned on before hastily making his retreat, face in terror.

"I told you not to go there." Stephanie could hear Violet say before the clickety-clack of her shoes came closer. She as walking slower now, the sound neither so loud nor so forceful as it had been. Indeed, Violet took her time, taking in the view of Stephanie bent over the table before she moved to the front, extending a hand towards the girl. "Do you feel okay?" She asked.

 

[Caeliys]

Stephanie took her time rising from the desk. Her bent over form still trembling.

"You came for me?" It was part statement, part question. The girl couldn't believe it as she reached out and accepted Violet's hand. Violet, who was impeccably dressed as always, was like a light in a dark room. As soon as Stephanie had straightened herself, she jumped forward and clang to the girl like a magnet. A tightly hugging magnet, one with it's panties still around one ankle.

"Tha-Thank you" she managed to squeeze out from under the weight of her emotions, taking the time to properly straighten herself out. The girl dusted off her clothes, gave them a few tugs here and there, pulled her panties up, and put her shoes back on. "Thought that bastard would never leave."

"How....How did you get him to leave anyways? What was that noise? You know what, it really doesn't matter. Just want to get out of here right now." Stephanie paused, where were her manners? Her parents taught her better then that. Being hospitable was such an important thing in the bible. "Why don't you join me for dinner tonight at my dorm? It's not much, being a single freshmen dorm and all....but I owe you thanks and I really don't feel safe being left alone." That last line really cut to the heart of it for her. She expected Matt to return, with a vengence, and ravage her. Using Violet as a shield, while not the best way how to treat her new found friend, was still the safest option. If she was lucky, she could get Violet to go with her to Midweek at church after supper. Now there was an idea: What better way to reward her good friend then sharing the good news of the gospel with her? Violet would certainly love it....

"What do you say, friend? uh, Vai?"

 

[RavenQueen]

The hug came unexpected and was awkward for Violet. She had to restrain herself from shaking her off or saying something rude. She was in shambles and any decent woman would have had the decency to get herself sorted before being so... so clingy.

But Stephanie was genuine. She meant it. Violet was undecided if that made things better or worse. After the other girl had released her hold, there was a long silence. Violet was looking her over and shook her head. Her? A descendant of God? That must be some kind of a joke.

And yet, it was apparently not. The sting was still very much present, a reminder what was expected of her. Thankfully, the why didn't come with a how. Stephanie needed manners. Desperately so.

"It's Violet, Stephanie. Alright? Violet." Then she took the other girl's hand and began dragging her from the class room. As if she hadn't just rebuked Steph for using a short form of her name, the woman continued: "It's so kind of you to invite me for dinner but you seem truly shaken. I think it might be best if I accompany you to your room, you change and then we get something to eat right away. It's already late so we can have dinner early and a proper meal will sure improve things." She pulled Stephanie across the hallway. "But not here." Violet added decisively after a moment's pause. At the same time, her thumb was carefully caressing the back of the other girl's hand.

Before Stephanie could ask, they had reached the dormitory. Having taken Stephanie's bag with her, she searched for the key. "You go in, get a splash of water into your face and some fresh clothes. I'll wait here and organise something to eat." Violet's tone was all business like. She made a shooing motion with her hand, uttering Stephanie in while pushing the girl's handbag back into her hand while fishing for her own smartphone.

Before the door closed, Stephanie could hear Violet's determined voice tell someone: "It's Vio. Right away, yes. And get me a table at the Back Forty West." Then the sounds became muffled and Stephanie stood in her room alone.

 

[Caeliys]

Stephanie followed Violet like a pet, being dragged around by her gripped hand and trying to keep up. She was so relieved Vai....er, Violet had come back to help her - that she was still helping her. She would be so lost and alone without the older girl's help.

The sweet girl wasted little time cleaning herself up proper back at the dorm. Doing as Violet instructed, she splashed some water on her face, put on some makeup so she didn't atleast look like a slob, and decided to put some effort into her outfit. Last thing she wanted to do was broadcast what almost had happened to her and look like a target. Steph changed into a stylish white velour open-weave top and a dash of a southern muesli color dyed in above the right shoulder. With a similarly splashed with patches of the soft tan in a peplum waistband over her black leggings and a ribbed collar cardigan slung over her right shoulder.

If she was a descendant of god had yet to be determined, but physically, she certainly looked the part of heavenly when she came out fully dressed. It was a casual with an elegant flare, and completely hid the fact she was going through a rough time emotionally and mentally from the events. But she didn't look like the vulnerable atleast, the messy girl she had been coming back was hidden away under it all now. She spun around, albeit even a little proudly. "How do I look?"

 

[RavenQueen]

Remaining silent, Violet slowly moved her eyes up and down the newly dressed girl in front of her. It wasn't what Violet had been chosen but it was... well, it had a simplicity which made it striking. Violet wondered if it was something she saw now because she knew and hence a trick her mind played on her or whether it had been there all along. Although the choice of clothes made a difference, it was truly the other woman's mood that surprised Violet. Stephanie was more resilient than she had thought. Possibly another trait shining through?

Regardless, the thought that her silence probably didn't help the situation crept up on her and she flashed a quick, yet genuine smile. "You look fine, Stephanie. Just fine." Violet said before grabbing the girl's hand again.

"Come, come. I've got a table for us at an eatery I think you shall like." The dark-haired woman led the other out of the dormitory and across the green towards the helicopter landing pad - at which a yet black bird was apparently waiting for them.

"I don't eat here." Violet explained curtly while shielding her hairdo with her hand as best she could. The blades were still turning slowly, creating a constant gust of wind around the machine. Yelling she asked: "You are not afraid of flying, are you?" Without waiting for an answer, she dragged the blonde into the chopper.

"Miss Danes." The pilot greeted her and Violet gave a nod back.
"New York, the Downtown Manhattan Heliport. Have a car waiting."
"At once, m'am."

Stephanie could hear how the main rotor was accelerating again and soon the sleek metal machine was off the ground and offering a magnificent view of the university buildings below them.

As they ascended, Violet let out a sigh and slumped into her seat opposite from Stephanie a bit. First putting her fingertips to the temple and then resting her head in her hand, she asked: "So, what was that all about?"

 

[Caeliys]

Stephanie's eyes were wide in surprise. "A helli? And here I was expecting a car....Just where is this place?" She swallowed down her unspoken fear and climbed in. A fear of flying she didn't have, it was a fear of sudden landings. When the helicopter began to raise into the air, the girl dashed to the other side of the cabin to grip Violet's arm like a cat stuck in a tree. The girl seemingly would stay that way the whole trip, curled up to Violet like the other girl was her only lifeline.

"Oh, with Matt? Well..." She hesitated to find the words. "Met him at midweek and he started helping me in my classes. But after awhile, he demanded I give him favors for the help." Stephanie fidgeted uncomfortably. "They were small at first: Flashing him, sitting on his lap, letting him feel..."[/b][/color]

She stopped for a moment, ashamed of herself. "And then they go worse. I had stopped taking notes because I didn't need to any more, but when I tried to get away from him, I started to fail my classes because I didn't have the previous notes. So...So I went back to him. I need good grades, or my parents would kill me. And he just kept asking more and more until - well, until you stopped him. If only for the time being...."