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Assimilation (chapter one)
Romance
 Created on 7-6-08
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She stood up and looked over her shoulder at her dog, which was sleeping on the center cushion of the sofa. "Well," she sighed, "I’ve already screwed up my life today, let’s leap the rest of the way into hell." The dozing husky stirred just slightly. She grabbed her coat off the arm of the sofa and snatched her keys from the side table, then mentally cursed as she tried to recall where she had put her purse. She quickly raked her eyes over the room, darting back and forth between the clock and her search. Then she spotted the strap peeking out from underneath the mass of gray fur that was her dog. Once more, she glanced at the clock, then decided it wasn’t worth it. She scurried out the door and down the steps as quickly as she dared. Her hands shook as she unlocked her car door and slid inside. Needless to say, starting it was no easy task. She peeled away from the curb less cautiously than she normally would have, weaving in and out of traffic to get across town as fast as she could while still retaining legal speed. She cursed herself and for only a moment, wondered what the other drivers must think of her. She was talking to herself, she realized, as well as driving like the devil was on her heels. She laughed at the thought. "No," she whispered to the steering wheel, "the devil is in front of me." The tires skidded as she screamed around a corner, passing the town limit sign and finding herself in no-man’s-land. That was what she and her friends would call it when they would play their war games as children. The narrow stretch of land between cities that no one wanted to claim. She shivered involuntarily at the lack of human life. It was beautiful land, but only one person seemed to care. She pulled up the gravel driveway slowly, wanting to close her eyes. But she knew that she couldn’t. Why did I come? She asked herself as she rang the doorbell. She gulped. This was all wrong. She shouldn’t be here. But before she could turn away, the door was answered. "You’re late," the old man muttered, and turned to let her in. She walked as slowly as she could down the long hallway, listening to her footsteps echo on the tile. Something about the sound seemed empty. She came to a halt in the doorway of the drawing room, where she knew that he would be sitting in the corner, a fire burning merrily in the grate. She watched him carefully as he looked up and saw her, a slow, cocky smile creeping across his face. "I knew you would come back, Leslie." She scowled and flopped down on the expensive sofa across from him. "I had no choice." "Of course you did. And you chose correctly." "Look," she muttered, leaning forward and folding her hands, "You knew what was going on. The whole time. How else could you have been here and there and then come back when I did?" "I’m sure I don’t know what you mean," he took a sip from the wine glass that he had draped in his fingers, then stood and walked to the window. "Bull." "You came back because you wanted to, Leslie." "I never told you my name here. I told you there. That proves that you were there and that you came back." She leaned back, satisfied that this time she had him. "No. All that proves is that I happen to know your name," he ran his fingers through his short black hair, the first gesture that he had made to prove that he was nervous. He had done the same thing there when he told her he loved her. "You demon." He looked at her for a moment, then walked swiftly to her side. He paused, his eyes darting from her eyes to her lips and back again. "Leslie, don’t make me suffer." "And what of my suffering?" "I can’t do anything about that. You do it to yourself." "I was wrong. You’re not a demon. You’re the devil himself," she stood defiantly. "So be it." He took another step until he was in front of her, then wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, leaning his face toward hers. Their breath mingled. Inside, she screamed at herself to back away, but a stronger part of her leaned into him, resting her hands on his chest. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her palm. Just like this, she thought to herself, there is no way that he would be doing this if he hadn’t been there. And he did it just like this. His other arm came around her waist, drawing her even closer until there was no space whatsoever between them. The two halves of her mind battled stronger, but in the end, he made the decision for her. His mouth closed softly over hers, and inside she could feel the soft vulnerability coming from his hands. As his lips moved, and hers in response, she could feel herself absorbing more memories and more thoughts of his. Just like this she thought again, and rested her head on his shoulder. "Leslie," he whispered into her hair, "don’t make me suffer." She pulled back from him, holding his arms, "Then admit it." "Yes, I was there. But I lied to you." "What?" "I said I had never been there before. I was born there." She released him entirely and took a step back, flabbergasted. "What?" she asked again, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes. I—" "No. You…you didn’t know what was going on either. The war. I mean…" "I didn’t know about the war. That was new." "Why didn’t you tell me?" "I wasn’t sure I could trust you. And then…I didn’t want you to feel alone." "Why are you telling me now?" "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to keep a secret from you?" He looked deeply into her eyes, and for a moment, she understood. This was not merely about any abilities she had assimilated in that world. This was about him. She felt herself relax, and he closed the distance between them, taking her in his arms and guiding her head to his shoulder. He stroked the back of her head. Combed through her auburn tresses. "I’m sorry, Saban."
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