Post by immortallove on Nov 23, 2009 17:51:32 GMT -5
Anastasia tilted her head a bit as she listened to this “Historian” defend himself to her. He claimed that what he had did to the two was merciful and maybe it was. The site of the corpses unsettled her, but his defense started to make her believe that of the two of them, there was only one monster. He was so different from the other two angels that he met.
The last question that the historian had asked her as he defended himself burned in her mind. Where would her blood come from? Anastasia thought about it for a moment and surprised herself when the answer came easily and without much remorse. She did not hate the killing, no that was not it, she hated the loss of control and the dependency. After the historian asked her this, he met her gaze and she automatically made her way toward him. Now next to bars, she ran her hand across one of them. She really did not have a choice. She didn’t want to end up like one of these beings who had wasted their lives. But, even more important than that was that she wanted no needed to be necessary. “When no one looks at you, won’t even acknowledge your existence that is what you truly despair.” She thought to herself The other two angels had looked right through her like she was not even there but the historian, he had seen her potential and could make her necessary, give her new life the only meaning that she had the option of getting. The angel walked toward her.
The “historian” stated his reason for meeting Anastasia again. Anastasia had heard the words before but now she really comprehended them. He told Anastasia why he wanted her and she truly had no other options. Her decision is made.
“Please do not worry.. sir. I am in your debt, I am yours to be used as you see fit.” Anastasia said to him. The hand that she had on the bar could have easily touched the historian, but at the moment her thoughts were no longer on blood. Her hand dropped away from the bar and hung limp as Anastasia averted her eyes away from his; she would have bowed slightly as well if the movement did not cause her pain. Anastasia had always been taught that direct eye contact to a superior was a challenge and aversion was respect. So, this was her form of submission.
The last question that the historian had asked her as he defended himself burned in her mind. Where would her blood come from? Anastasia thought about it for a moment and surprised herself when the answer came easily and without much remorse. She did not hate the killing, no that was not it, she hated the loss of control and the dependency. After the historian asked her this, he met her gaze and she automatically made her way toward him. Now next to bars, she ran her hand across one of them. She really did not have a choice. She didn’t want to end up like one of these beings who had wasted their lives. But, even more important than that was that she wanted no needed to be necessary. “When no one looks at you, won’t even acknowledge your existence that is what you truly despair.” She thought to herself The other two angels had looked right through her like she was not even there but the historian, he had seen her potential and could make her necessary, give her new life the only meaning that she had the option of getting. The angel walked toward her.
The “historian” stated his reason for meeting Anastasia again. Anastasia had heard the words before but now she really comprehended them. He told Anastasia why he wanted her and she truly had no other options. Her decision is made.
“Please do not worry.. sir. I am in your debt, I am yours to be used as you see fit.” Anastasia said to him. The hand that she had on the bar could have easily touched the historian, but at the moment her thoughts were no longer on blood. Her hand dropped away from the bar and hung limp as Anastasia averted her eyes away from his; she would have bowed slightly as well if the movement did not cause her pain. Anastasia had always been taught that direct eye contact to a superior was a challenge and aversion was respect. So, this was her form of submission.