No Strings On Me

Morgan Rigby | 742 | Vampire

[vergilrayner]

@gregoryxfoster

“Just the very person I wanted to bump into. Mr Gregory Foster,I believe?” He asked with a wicked smile. This would be interesting, very interesting indeed.

[nostringsxonme]

Gregory was nose deep in a read, some book about the lost world of Atlantis, when he heard his name spoken by an unfamiliar voice. Gregory, who knew the world of hallucinations all too well, glanced up in disbelief. “Who are you?" He peered over the top of his glasses, hoping for a better look. “I’ve got no quarrels with death, just ask the maid. What do you want?”

[dinahfoster]

She sighed.  “You left me.  What else is there to say?”  She was conflicted.  One one hand, she was angry that Greg had left her.  On the other hand, she wanted him back in her life.  She found herself craving the sweet sounds of his guitar late in the night.  She missed the way he’d brush her hair from her face.  He had always been relatively gentle.  But, she also knew their relationship was unhealthy.

If Ash were there, she would have been able to stand up to him, but alone, she was as fragile as a flower.  “I was alone,” she breathed, on the verge of tears.

[nostringsxonme]

“Not anymore, Dinah,” he assured her, brushing his thumb over her cheek. Gregory admired her ivory skin, now ever flawless with her ‘change of heart’. And after seeking her eyes for approval, he pressed his lips against hers, soft, gentle, nothing more passionate than a long peck. 

[margo-simmons]

“Gregory.” With her eyes shut for a second she pressed the bridge of her nose with her fingers. “I am dead. Not church-avoiding, blood-seeking dead. Just dead. And that’s how I am here.” Margo knew the actions of her past would have repercussions, but what she had now tasted so much better. “You don’t understand, but I am free.” 

[nostringsxonme]

“No strings?” He winked, a fading smile ran from his face. The words she spoke he wanted to comprehend. Dead- but not undead. Yet still ‘alive’. He’d heard of the presence of death on more than one account. Written about it several decades ago. But he’d never truly come to cross one before. A reaper. She couldn’t mean that’s what she was.. or could she? “What are you saying, Margo?”

[nostringsxonme]

[nostringsxonme]

[dinahfoster]

“But I do worry.  If I could just see him, Gregory.” She turned to look at him.  She’d beg him if she had to.  Reese was her weakness.  She’d do anything for the boy.  She’d even go back with Gregory if she had to.  There, she devise an escape.

She just scoffed when he told her who she should worry about.  She shrunk back nonetheless, and she crossed her arms in an attempt to cover herself now.  

“I had to get a job when you abandoned me.  Or did you forget that you’re a cruel, evil man who steals children in the night and leaves their mothers for dead?”  Shit.  That was going to set her back on seeing Reese.  Shit shit shit.

[nostringsxonme]

Gregory could only smile. She was careless, she always had been. Never could watch that tongue of hers either. Which was precisely why she’d not see Reese any time too soon. “Careless mistake, hm?”

“No bother in holding back now,” he stared, a smile finding his features, but malcontent lie behind it. “Go on, what else have you to say?”

[dinahfoster]

Your manners never existed, she wanted to say, but her tongue got fat in her mouth.  A different kind of chills ran down her spine, and she wanted to curse her body for responding as it did.  She wanted to hate him—to be disgusted by him, but as it always was, she could only feel those old feelings she’d had for so long.

“I-I’m not y-yours,” Dinah whimpered, trying to be strong.  But, god, it was hard to be strong around him.  This was the man that molded her.  She was who she was because of him.  And she hated that.  “I’m f-fine,” she relented.  “Where’s Reese?  Where’s my boy?”

[nostringsxonme]

The mention of his son had him grow oddly suspicious with her. Had she thought for a moment she could take Reese from him was a line she dare not cross. Gregory had always been a protector, even in his delusional state of being. Reese had everything he needed and more; it was a shame Dinah could not join them. “Needn’t you worry. Reese is doing just fine.”

Gregory glanced her over. “It’s yourself you should worry about, sweetheart. You really shouldn’t step outside in that. Men are lurking all about.” A woman’s form should have been sacred to seldom. It was far too special to be flaunting around. “I would have expected a little more from you, career wise.”

[dinahfoster]

She watched him carefully, her eyes darting around nervously as she stared at him.  Her fingers were trembling, and terror gripped her non-beating heart.  The first step he took towards her, she immediately stepped back to mirror it.  Then, she was frozen, her eyes following him as he circled around her.  Her skin crawled as he drew near.

“My growing up is none of your business anymore, Gregory.”

[nostringsxonme]

“Course- of course, you’re right. Of course you’re right. Where are my manners?” He said, bending in towards the side of her neck, breath cool against her neck. “It feels like just yesterday you and I were spending all our time together. So strange what a year can do to someone. Tell me, are you well, my darling little Dinah?”

[dinahfoster]

Dinah had stepped out to take a smoke break, but it was really more of a chance to catch her breath. She breathed in the cold, fresh air, sighing as she exhaled. Then, she heard him—the source of all her woe. She wasn’t sure if he was just another apparition or if this was a nightmare and she was in the dressing room, asleep. He had haunted her, and she didn’t know what was real any longer.

“Gregory?”

[nostringsxonme]

“Found me,” he said with a genuine smile, but even to him, he knew what lie behind it. “Or I you, rather,” Gregory said, walking around her, examining her state of dress, her scent. She was no longer in the world of the living. And by the way she was costumed, he was certain she was no longer so innocent. “Done some growing up, have we?”

[margo-simmons]

Seeing his confusion was larger than hers, a brand new wave of giddiness filled her stomach, and she dared to make another few steps, a smile as sharp as a knife cutting her lips in two. “Sorry to disappoint, but here I am,” she spread her arms showing off, “Alive and breathing. Missed me?” 

[nostringsxonme]

Gregory watched as she drew near. She’d been vindictive in life and beyond. Some things never changed. “Not terribly,” he said, being honest. Her own decision had cost him his life. While he owed it to her, he also blamed her for it. Some weren’t made to live forever. 

“How are you here?”

[margo-simmons]

It was quite an ironic situation, or so she thought, for the reaper’s worst nightmare was coming true and— well— usually reapers, the carriers of death were the nightmare of everybody else. And yet, she could feel her neck muscles freeze to numbness as she turned for her eyes to catch him. As she finally dared to speak, she felt a light twitch in her left eyebrow, and she tossed a finished cigarette away stepping closer. “And here was I, hoping you’d be already six feet underground.”

[nostringsxonme]

“And here’s to thinking you already were,” he let the words linger off his tongue, staring at her in disbelief. Margo didn’t give off the vibe of a vampire, or anything he really had much understanding in. Except the unknown, which he seemingly had ages of understanding of. “What are you doing here?”

[nostringsxonme]

@margo-simmons

Last he’d seen of her, she’d parted from this god forsaken world. However, here she stood, clear as day. Mirage- he was not sure. Though she smelled of death; cold, unforgiving death. “Margo,” he said, voice set back in his throat. His eyes were skeptical, not daring to blink until he had figured out just what she was doing here.

[nostringsxonme]

@dinahfoster

“Oh, Dinah. What have they done to you?”

[goldepp]

Secret Window (2004)

[dinahfoster]

Dɪɴᴀʜ, Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

yes father

[nostringsxonme]

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