Comfortably Numb: Reality sets in..

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Illustra: 104th floor

:: a popping sound was heard as a pair of cobalt blue eyes opened in the room of Alexis' penthouse where she was...the glowing eyes looked down at her::

::in a cold, yet feminine voice:: did you think you were just going to leave without someone knowing about it?

::nothing could be seen but Guardian's eyes..but Alexis should have known that if anyone was going to be aware of her plans....it was the seer::
 
Soho- Karen's loft

Something inside Haleigh snapped at the mention of Blaze. Morgan hadn't changed one bit... she was STILL trying to displace her role in the terror that plagued New York that night. She snapped at Morgan, her voice raised.

"I DIDNT ASK FOR A SECOND CHANCE, OKAY?! THEY PUT ME HERE!"

Haleigh leaned forward, her face in her hands, rubbing her eyes softly and sighing. "Blaze SHOULD be here in my place. But you are right... you are beyond The Powers That Be... and as such... They cannot FIX what YOU did to her. I.... I asked." Her voice softened to the point of being almost inaudible as she looked back up at Morgan, visibly shaken, not by Morgan's hostility, but by the topic of conversation... Blaze's death. "I tried... I tried to tell her, you weren't yourself.... that she was in as much danger as we were... but she was so stubborn... she wouldn't believe me. I continuously had to save her from you in the beginning.... if only I could have been there in the end.... I cannot explain to you... how sorry I am that I wasn't."

It mightve been a heartfelt condolence... for Haleigh was geniune for once and it showed.... but Morgan had to ruin it, as always, she had to make herself seem more powerful than she was... she had to gloat about 'booting' Cameron out. Haleigh stood up from her chair, she'd had quite enough of Morgan for one night. Her voice was bitter again, and her green eyes were sharp with disdain.

"I THINK you'll find I'm NOT so easily dispatched, Morgan. YOU may be beyond Them... but there are people you love that ARENT, and you can take that as a threat or ANY other way you wish. Cameron will be back... for it is HIS destiny to be with the Six as well. I have ALWAYS been capable of providing living accomodations for myself, so you can take Illustra and shove it strategically up your ass. Hows THAT for less offensive? Now... I hope you enjoy your gift.... I think I've tresspassed on your... [scoffs]hospitality.... long enough. I can show myself out, I wish I could say it's been a pleasure."
Haleigh turned and stalked off, just barely keeping herself composed. the NERVE of that woman... WHY did she always feel as though she had to belittle everyone else to make herself feel less responsible or less threatened, or less of whatever it was she didnt want to feel?
 
the hallway

<< Morgan jumped, ever so slightly as Haleigh snapped at her at the mention of a "second chance" and Blaze...obviously a source of sensitivity for Haleigh...but just a Haleigh responded...Morgan swallowed and seemed to "look on" as Haleigh remarked that SHE had to save Blaze from MORGAN "from the beginnning">>

<< THIS woman tried to make it seem as though SHE laid HER life down!?...Morgan wouldnt have it.>>

<<carefully setting the kitten down...Morgan was INSTANTLY upon Haleigh..blocking her path>>

JUST A MINUTE! dont you DARE suggest that YOU were keeping my sister safe. She KNEW the risks...she CHOSE to stand in the gap for you and cameron...WHY i will NEVER know but UNLIKE YOU...SHE helped OTHERS...that was her legacy..what can we say about YOURS?

<< thunder clapped as the rains continue fall harder>>

Do you think its EASY for me to see YOU? whatEVER body you now have....it doesnt change the fact that BLAZE is dead. I KNOW that I killed her...i had lost total control....and EVERYONE knows that it was what YOU and CAMERON wanted more than anything else..no matter WHAT the cost may be!

<< glaring at the woman....and looking down at her>>

I dont know if i'll EVER be able to truly recover from Blaze's death..but everytime i THINK im beginning to heal just a LITTLE BIT someone like YOU has to show up and throw a curve ball. the difference between me and you is that people KNOW i'm a demon sorceress...they KNOW what i'm capable of. they dont try to hide amongst the crowd like some "sleeper" just waiting for the right moment to detonate! This "Team" as it were...was JUST STARTING to pull back from the brink...and you wouldnt know it but someone ELSE has suffered a terrible loss this evening. But all YOU care about is announcing yourself and that you will be back!? get a clue...you've ALWAYS been self absorbed..and even in a new body...that seems NOT to have changed.

<< Morgan was not about to let Haleigh get away without her knowing just how she felt>>

we have to try to recover..I have to maintain control...and i cant do that with someone like YOU here. just GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE AND LEAVE US ALONE!
 
Soho - Karens loft

"Please Morgan, just let me go, I don't want to do this with you anymore, I just want to go HOME."

Haleigh said, slightly resigned as she saw Morgan block her path. But Morgan wouldn't have it. Morgan ALWAYS had to have the last word... and could never leave well enough alone... and NEVER missed a chance to paint Haleigh a monster. Frankly, Hales was tired of the woman's whole charade... she let Morgan rant on, smiling and shaking her head softly. Morgan would never change.... it was foolish of Hales to think maybe Blaze's death softened her a bit. A least she wasn't still trying to threaten her with death, that was old enough.

"My legacy? I lied, manipulated, stole, murdered, and did JUST about anything to accomplish or acquire what I wanted. I was a selfish, unscrupulous TYRANT, and a terrible person to boot. Well.... isnt that what you wanted to hear? STOP talking to me as if I dont KNOW what Blaze did for me. I loved Blaze... more than you will ever know. She died because I was stubborn and foolish and because YOU were psychotic and violent. We BOTH have to deal with that now. I NEVER tried to say her death wasnt my fault... because I know in some part, it was. Cameron and I wanted to take you down from your pedastel. We didnt intend for hell on earth... and I can gaurantee that NEITHER of us intended for Blaze's death. Now I'm trying to be an adult and own up... so give me a break lady. We need to work together without trying to kill each other... Blaze would've wanted that. We BOTH owe it to her to TRY. Now you're the FIRST of the Six that I've come to... so please, forgive me for not knowing what's up with the rest of them. I'm NOT asking you for permission, Morgan. I'm here to STAY, and neither you NOR I can change that. Now if you'll EXCUSE me, I have others to reintroduce myself to."

Haleigh pushed past Morgan. All the fight seemed to have left her... she appeared to be visibly drained, and she wanted nothing more than to leave. She didnt want to deal with Morgan anymore tonight, she had said what she came here for.
 
Soho- the hallway of karen's loft.

<<the thunder rolled and echoed as the rains began to wane....Haleigh pushed past Morgan and made her way down the hall to the elevator. Morgan didnt try to stop her or go after her, she just stood to the side...and put her hand to her her head as she exhaled>>

<< the pain of Blaze's loss was still very much in her heart and soul...and just when she thought she was clawing her way past the initial grief....HALEIGH was back from the dead! a FURTHER reminder of Inferno's aftermath...and another object lesson of Morgan's wrath. Morgan had successfully forced Cameron out of her life..ONLY to have Haleigh replace that gap. HOW would she continue on her path to much needed self control!?...what was she going to do!?>>


<< she went back inside of the loft..and the door closed and locked from top to bottom.....all light in the hallway fading as there was now silence. the pain in The Six seemed to SPIKE more than it deal HEAL.>>
 
Illustra - 104th floor - Alexis' Penthouse

:: Alexis didn't bother to look up to Alison. Her facial expression remained the same; heartbroken and damaged. ::

"No."

:: Whispered the meta human. She was straight to the point. She knew Alison would be aware of her leaving. Slowly blinking her eyes, a few tears could be seen rolling down her cheeks. The moonlight barely lit her face--but from what Alison could see, Alexis was at her lowest. ::

"...AJ's..funeral's tomorrow."

:: Pausing...Alexis drew in a shaky breath. ::

"And I--I assumed I would be going alone."

:: Pushing herself off the couch, at that moment Alexis wanted to go by herself. She wished Alison hadn't come to her; that she was as cold and heartless as everyone thought she was and left Alexis go. But deep down inside...she really did want some support. Hell, she didn't get it from Helena. And she hadn't spoken to the rest of her family in a while. Who knows where she stood with them. ::

:: Stepping past the cobalt eyes that were Alisons, the blonde slowly made her way over to the floor to ceiling windows. Her dress making a soft shuffling noise on the hardwood flooring. Wrapping her arms around her stomach, Alexis looked out at the city. ::

"Just....tell the others I’ll be back in a day or so."

:: Her voice trailed off. She seemed weak, like her energy level was at a dangerous low. Her voice was horse and soft. Her body seemed frail. It wasn't the Alexis Alison was used to seeing. It was almost scary; but all in the same, heartbreaking. ::
 
:: the cobalt blue eyes turned and followed in an eerie sort of way::

did it ever occurr to you that once you are there, and isolated that you may not be ABLE to return?

::alison DID feel genuinely bad for the young metahuman, she had grieved for Blaze and Morgan...so this was an all too familiar scene::

i know that there's not much i can say to you right now. it's not my place and even in the best circumstances, you don't like me. But regardless of your feelings..i am the GUARDIAN. I see all times and all spaces. If YOU do not want to fall victim to the machinations of you're aunt..you will WAIT and allow Morgan and I to accompany you. WE posses the fire power to keep you safe.
 
Alexis' Penthouse

"Don't you get it, Alison? I don't care anymore. My brother is dead. The one person that ever accepted me for me is gone. The on..."

:: Alexis stopped. The room was silent once again. ::

"Never mind."

:: She softly mumbled. Turning away from the windows, she looked to Alison. It was true Alison wasn't her favorite person...but she was making an effort, which was a lot more then she could say about others. ::

"I can handle Helena...I have for most of my life. But I will wait for you and Morgan...It--it'd actually be nice to have the company.."

:: Lowering her eyes away from Alison, it was the most probably the most open and sincere she had ever been to her. She was basically saying she wanted Alison there with her. To help her. For support. ::

:: The silence was a bit unnerving...so Alexis stepped past Alison and to the mini bar that was in her livingroom--mainly used for guests only. Lifting the glass "cork" from the square glass bottle filled with Vodka, she turned to Alison. ::

"Would you like a drink?"
 
::the cobalt eyes continued to "appear" at the point they would be if ALISON herself was there....without the rest of her, there was no way to see what her actual reaction was Alexis' response::

No...Alison I am fine. But do YOU need to be drinking right now? Probably not. you need NOT derail yourself from all the progress you have made so far.

::the glass of vodka was encased in a block of ice::

I know more than you are comfortable to admit. its one of the reasons you dont like me. thats fine. most people dont like me, but at this point, after all I...this "team" have been through youll pardon me if i dispense with trying to coddle you. THAT is what got Cameron in the mess he is in now with Morgan, Sharon and Alycia.

Alexis, this is a TRAP. plain and simple. If you go to this funeral alone, you're going to die...and there wont BE any more chances. You will be expunged by Helena as if you never existed.

However you feel about me....the unbelievable fact remains...that i dont want to see that happen to you...and neither does Morgan. we both feel terrible about what has happened and that is why I am here.
 
:: Watching the vodka turn into ice, Alexis closed her eyes. Putting the lid back onto the bottle, she turned around to face Alison. ::

"I'm not asking to be coddled. Frankly I would much rather grieve in peace. I'm not used to this Alison. I'm used to making problems go away...getting what I want. Yes, call me a spoiled brat--but that's all i've known. I just...I don't--"

:: Stopping, she shook her head while lowering it. At this moment, Alexis turned more human then ever before. She realized there were no quick fixes to this mess. That there wasn't an alternative path to take in order to get her brother back. She was basically helpless on multiple levels. ::

"I'm sorry. I don't grieve well...I normally just drink and numb the pain...Alison it's so hard knowing that he's gone and I could of prevented it. That I..."

:: Stopping, she took a breath in, composing herself. ::

"The plane leaves tomorrow at 12."

:: Walking past Alison's cobalt eyes, she proceeded down the hallway and into her bedroom. A soft clicking noise could be heard as the door softly shut. At this point, it was better for Alexis to just be alone. ::
 
helping one another

::the eyes watched Alexis depart the room and upon hearing her final words.....the eyes blinked once::


we'll be there.

:: as she heard the door close in the distance...the cobalt blue eyes closed softly...and faded from view. Alison was now gone from Alexis' penthouse...and it was established that at least SHE and Morgan would accompany Alexis to this funeral...for her own protection::
 
The Parthenon- Adrian's suite

::across town..in the blink of an eye.....a POP is heard as a pair of cobalt blue eyes opens in the suite of Adrian Lockhart. The eyes fix on a writhing, flailing Adrian who is rolling about in the bed like a slutty over sexed dog in heat with some bubble headed blonde boy::

:: the cobalt blue eyes role with dismissive disgust as Alison CLEARS HER THROAT to get his attention::

EXCUSE ME....but if you two hot boxes wouldnt mind taking a break for AIR...i have something to say!

:: the site of a pair of eyes...piercing, unforgiving eyes no less...and NO BODY or other impression to go with them suddenly appearing in the room in the air had to be disconcerting for the poor blonde secretary but Alison could care less...the room REEKED of debauchery and rampant sexual gluttony...but of course there was no way for Adrian to know what alison's reaction was for all he could see were a pair of cobalt blue eyes::
 
Adrian's Hotel Room, The Parthenon

Brad's long, sinewy limbs were spread out as Adrian moved above him, utterly in control of the situation. Each touch was wildfire to the horomonal youth, and the intensity in Adrian's eyes took his breath away. His boss was losing himself, Brad realized. Making love to him with abandon. A hand grabbed the headboard to steady himself.

The moonlight bathed over their entwined bodies, spilling over well-developed muscles and the exquisite clash of Adrian's golden skin over Brad's pale, more fair flesh. Adrian's lower body had initially been covered by the soft, silk sheets, but those sheets had crawled down to his ankles, offering a tantalizing glimpse to Alison's calculating blue eyes.

So lost was he, that Adrian hardly registered her voice as she rudely interrupted. No matter.

But Brad was a decent boy. He sort of gasped and tried to cover himself and..well..stop. Yet Adrian, ever in control, silenced him with an abrupt kiss, crushing their mouths together. That, combined with the pheromones that filtered in the room as freely as oxygen, quickly brought Brad's mind to the matter at hand.

"So good...so..ahh..yeah Adrian. Fuck," he moaned, as Adrian took a quick holiday towards his succulent, exposed neck, making crude sucking sounds. Damn, that'd leave marks in the morning.

Alison could hardly know how long they had been going, but both acted oblivious to her presence for a full five minutes, in which she was exposed to Adrian's masterful command of sex. Though normally he was slow and gentle, she had caught Adrian in a moment where his mind was detached from his body, and each thrust was savage and full of passion.

In those last, beautiful moments, Brad clung with both hands onto Adrian's broad back, leaving scratch marks as he gripped onto the muscular celebrity for dear life. And then it ended with Brad's sole cry; Adrian clenched his teeth and remained silent, though his angry brown gaze spoke volumes.

Adrian collapsed onto Brad. Brad groaned, content for a while. Adrian slept. For a minute.

"Leave," he said, when he had rolled onto his back and finally regarded Alison. Brad gave her one look, squaked in terror, and with his sheets around him, fled. The slam of the hotel door signaled his exit.

"Alison," Adrian greeted her, now sitting up. He made no move to cover himself; his body glistened beautifully with a combination of sweat and of course, the ever intrusive moonlight.
 
Adrian's hotel room- The Parthenon

:: the eyes continued to look down upon the naked Adrian. yes, the boy was handsome and beautiful to behold...but his personality...his presentation REEKED of arrogance. Alison was FAR from impressed by his exhibitionist tendencies::

:: her voice was so disdainfull and lofty. yet clear:: well, i see you managed to salvage this evening. but then again..a person with such an amoral, fractured psyche like yourself WOULD be able to engage in mindless, rampant debauchery with ANYONE at ANY MOMENT.

If you could manage to spend SOME of the time OFF of your back, I have come here to tell you something.
 
Adrian's Hotel Room, The Parthenon

Adrian cocked his head. He was tired and he was weary and very well in the midst of collapsing on this very comfortable mattress and falling asleep; but still he kept it up, that friendly facade which radiated through his warm brown eyes.

"I wasn't trying to put on a show, if that's what you think," he said, shifting and now leaning on one propped up bicep.

Yet she did think so.

And Adrian knew it. To pretend otherwise was, frankly, a waste of their time.

"I'm all ears," Adrian responded as she finished her cool, accurate assessment of him. The observation didn't bother him. He knew what he was and, no, quite liked himself, thanks.

So then he spread his arms genially, as if the sudden, very intimate view of his sculpted chest was anything but a ploy to distract her, but rather an innocent, "welcoming" gesture.
 
:: the eyes blinked still unmoved::

do you think your capable of keeping this hyper sexual flesh bag of a body that you flaunt like a cheap advertisement COVERED?

your "Friend" Alexis is flying out tommorow to attend the funeral of her brother, AJ. Morgan and I are accompanying her to keep her safe. Right now..its just the three of us....as our "other former member" was recently forced out by Morgan.

I think you should come with us. After all....part of this is your fault anyway. You were so busy trying to entrance and ensnare Alexis in your pathetic pheromonal nonsense...you didnt realize that underneath that pseudo bitchy exterior is a woman with a heart and she is a scared little girl. this death..and reappearence of her aunt will have far reaching reprocussions..not only for Alexis...but for those of us that are connected through the powers that we posses..and now that you have managed to WORM your way into our sphere...that includes YOU TOO plant boy.
 
Adrian's Hotel Room, The Parthenon

Adrian's eyes flashed at the mention of Morgan, but he lost no ground in his calm, cheerful composure. He stood, very suddenly, and as comfortable as with clothing, walked naked around the expanse of his suite, until he found the bath robe that he had discarded in his haste to bed Brad. Slipping it on, Adrian turned, his entire figure outlined imposingly by the light that reached down from the large windows.

"I never enticed Alexis Quartermaine with anything, Alison," he said cooly. "I am not a psychologist nor a friend to Alexis, but yes," Adrian acknowledged, having now reached Alison, with all that pent-up passion etched in his eyes, "I hold remorse for her, just as I hold remorse for many, many things."

And Adrian's shoulders sagged for a second, and a weary expression impeded upon what had moments ago been a cool, impassive, darkly handsome face. But the whole crack of sincere vulnerability in Adrian's armor of apathy ended as soon as it started.

Adrian smiled amiably.

"I'd love to accompany you three ladies," he announced, his eyes twinkling. Adrian sounded as if he'd be taking them to a strip club instead of the funeral for Alexis' dead relative.

His usual, glaringly offensive self.
 
The Parthenon- Adrian's hotel

::the eyes turned....watching him like a surveilance camera..only blinking every so often...the cobalt blue glow countered the angry, sexual glare of his deep brown eyes::

has anyone ever told you how much of a lying tramp you are?

::alison was so blunt and bold with her statements..but unlike haleigh, brandon and others who were so sensitive, ADRIAN could TAKE IT! it was secretly amusing to Alison...and she certainly wasnt about to stifle herself to spare his feelings...clearly of which he possesed NONE::

clearly you are everything that is WRONG with men today...and its bolsted by the powers that you posses and your self absorbed, depraved personality type.

you WILL accompany us..but ONLY because you are supposed to...and ONLY because you owe Alexis for the near disaster you brought upon her gala with your rampant nonsense.

and if you try ANYTHING ...ill BREAK YOUR DICK!

:: perhaps it was the heat of the moment, as Alison had spent the last few minutes insulting Adrian as easily as she breathed. but that was by far the most explicit thing she'd said to anyone in recent days. though he may not have had any DIRECT effect on her...he certainly made it EASIER for her to indulge in other facets of her own personality that she normally kept locked away. this could stretch BEYOND the confines of this encounter..but only time and Alison herself would know that.::
 
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Adrian's Hotel Room, The Parthenon

"Then what is good of men?" Adrian asked coyly, meeting her dark gaze with fierceness. "The ability to bend to the will of those with ambition? The lack of intelligence to see past their own sex-starved appetites? The dullness in character? The lack of flavor in their personality, maybe?"

He smiled, analyzing his own sex accurately, but utterly detached. This was a man who understood the nature of women; that nature that made them ruthless and dominant, should they wish, over their menfolk. He had adopted it, as surely as he had adopted to his powers and his influence over others, when first discovered. The truly perfect synthesis of a powerful, testosterone-fueled body filled with the determination of a woman, as cold and precise as the blue eyes that now glared at him.

He felt attracted. Yes, oh yes. But he kept it at bay, in utter control of his senses. Men would throw themselves or act forward in some brash away in such a situation. But Adrian merely observed her, though every flash of emotion registerd itself in that intense gaze of his.

Bowing his head graciously, Adrian murmured. "I am attending insofar as you permit me, Alison. I will surrender myself to you," he said softly, though they both knew this man surrendered to no one. Not even her.
 
The Parthenon- Adrian's suite

::the cobalt blue eyes sparkled a bit as they glared....a starring contest indeed. But Alison KNEW this would take place..which is why she only chose to manifest her eyes. she would not allow HIM to have the pleasure of viewing HER body...and undressing it with his eyes...the tramp that he was::


somebody must've told you that you were important.....they lied.

::the eyes seemed to narrow with an almost inquisitive, yet predatory glint::

i dont know who you think you're fooling, Lockhart...but we both know what's going on here. Like i said before...I'm ON to your games..and I will NOT allow you to tamper with Alexis or Morgan...or even CAMERON for that matter and if you want to LIVE long enough to find out what I already KNOW..then you BETTER get yourself together, pretty boy.

Alexis' flight leaves tommorow at 12. You know how to reach me.

meanwhile...get a new set of lines, because your attempt at being a romantic bard is about as effective as coming to a knife fight armed with a butter knife.

::eek:ne of the cobalt blue eyes winks Alison found her own mind racing. here was a man who could withstand her bitchy facade...and somehow revel in it. it was almost ARTFULL. but being that she could see through him...she KNEW that he was trying to ensorcell her. it never failed...men ALWAYS try to conqure what is beyond their grasp. But she might surprise him...witches like her and Morgan OFTEN had surprises up their sleeves.::

goodbye.

::the eyes blinked and faded out of view..leaving a swirling haze of blue/black sparkling shards of energy that faded quickly::
 
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