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Dexter had returned to old habits, when hoarding himself up in his bedroom became a daily routine and a nightly occurence for him yet again. The Dhampir was still lost and alone in his greivence even though Valeria had been working hard with him. Despite her efforts, he still felt as though he had no purpose; his hatred for humans only grew darker and colder. He couldn't help but sit on the edge of his bed, enraged at how he had been orphaned by the tender age of seventeen, robbed of his chance to make his father proud and show that he could live up to his family name.
The human radicals who'd taken so much from him, still walked along the earth with their heads held high. It made the Dhampir's blood boil. Standing to his feet, Dexter walked over to where his katana Samurai sword hung; it was ancient and more of a decoration to him, but Dexter had always held a deep fascination for it, and yet he never would have believed it would be the very weapon he'd be yielding for the rest of his days. After attaching it to his back where it stayed most of the time, the Dhampir decided to go out. Home wasn't home, and there wasn't much point in sitting on the edge of his bed where he was getting absolutely nothing done.
When he had first moved to the city; he followed the path that a lot of Dhampir's had with working the borders of Evermore to ensure absolute safety. Nothing got past him, and he was ready to take action if something would ever happen. After patrolling and working the borders for several hours, Dexter's feet were tired, and he strained to keep himself awake; as much as he cared about people's safety from ignorance, it was a boring job. He figured a drink wouldn't harm him; if anything, he was in dire need of one. Flagging down a cab, the Dhampir set off to one of the few bars that didn't have many human occupants, in fact "Royal Misfits" was the only one he'd been to that no human dared walk into.
Walking in with his hands tucked into his pockets, he was greeted by today's hit music, the smell of booze, and fancy cigars. Hanging his head low, he'd occasionally give a smile or wave when he passed someone who'd spoken to him; at this rate, they all knew him here pretty well. It was the one and only bar he had grown to like in the city. Some knew him as the 'lone ranger' and at times, they steered clear of him, especially those allied with humans. He had grown a sense of paranoia, fear that they may have been spying on him for the humans. But, Dexter had never went out of his way to harm any of them, he just refused to co-operate and protect their kind.
A bottle of rum and two beers later, the Dhampir had bored himself with sitting there along, among a bunch of upper class people who stuck their noses up at him; deciding to leave after paying his tab. The fresh air welcomed him out of the bar like a blanket of comfort; he'd sweated most of the booze out of his pores at this point, and felt a desperate urge to go home and shower.
For the time being, Dexter decided he’d stand outside the bar; taking in the night life as drunks exited and filled one cab after the next, and those eager enough to shove past him to get their first drink for the night. Shaking his head, annoyed, the Dhampir sighed to himself; it was only moments after that, that his attention settled onto the road where a car barreled past him, nearly plowing a distraught female down in it’s path. Had he not been quick on his reflexes, she would have been roadkill in the blink of an eye. .”What the fuck, woman!” he yelled at her, groaning a little after having to land pretty roughly on his back to pull her out of incoming traffic. They collided as one, Dexter making sure he received all the impact of the concrete road. He wasn’t wearing no cape, and he wasn’t in the shape to be anyone’s hero. Had she been a human, Dexter feared he would have watched that car squash her like a bug, with a smile on his face.
Shaking his head, the Dhampir ran a hand through his sweaty dark mane; before crossing his arms; annoyance striking him like lightning. But, he hadn't taken notice to the females features, and how her eyes were swollen and blood shot. She was in dismay, and he couldn't help but feel slightly sympathetic. After guiding her safely to the sidewalk, Dexter glanced back up to her face, having it hard with making eye contact; It made his blood boil to assume she'd been hit on by someone. Likely a boyfriend with how she sobbed and cried, careless of her surroundings when she had attempted to make her way to the bar before nearly being ran over. She was apparently anxious enough for a drink, that she didn't even care to check before crossing the road.
Clearing his throat, Dexter grimaced "Someone hurt you?" he questioned; he was good at keeping those safe who didn't rank as the very ones he hated with a burning passion; humans. And from what he could tell, she wasn't a human at all. Much to his satisfaction, he sighed in relief before glancing bac to the bar, shaking his head for what he was about to do next; his time in the bar had already became vitiated. "Come on, drinks on me" he stated before swinging the door to the bar back open. Whether she joined him, was completely up to her; Dexter was only doing what he felt was right, if she was being beat on by some maniac in her life, then she didn't need to be sitting in a bar alone, wasting herself away for the next ignorant man to take advantage of her.
That’s how Elle felt in that moment. Everything was almost replaying for her in slow motion. Every little word, ringing through her ears and mind, over and over again. The Therian, felt like she could barely breathe. From the ache and pain in her chest. Her heart, breaking all over again.
Since coming back to Evermore, after 5 years away. Life for Elle, had been a bit of a roller-coaster. Trying to deal with her past demons, officially becoming a member of the Lycanthrope pack, in the Therian faction. And dealing her feelings for a certain Valkyr. Baptiste and her, had been a couple 5 years ago. And quiet inseparable, back then. Elle considered him, the love of her life. And in certain ways, he still was. But after certain circumstances drove her away from Evermore; both of them were broken. And now, she felt like she was the more broken one, out of the two. Considering the argument, that drove them apart.
Elle still felt deeply for him; and it’s not like she could forget all that they had been through, and fall out of love at a snap of her fingers, because he wasn’t at that place anymore. Even if he said he wanted to be, it wasn’t enough, because of his sexuality. Not that it had been an issue before. But now, she couldn’t help but feel, like she might have been some sort of experiment, to see which he truly preferred. Maybe, she was wrong to feel like he shoved their relationship, and what they used to have; back in her face. But a part of her felt like that. The young Therian, didn’t even think she could face him, for a while. Ignoring the beeping of her phone. If that had been Bap, checking up on her already. She didn’t want to talk to him. Much less, see him any time soon. Not, when everything was a reminder of the past, and what she truly lost now.
Her vision was blurry, clouded by the heavy tears that kept building. Since her and Bap’s reunion, she had been a bit of a mess. Never had she cried so much. Only this time, it was worse. The tears kept coming. If she could cry a river, she would have cried more, than one. Elle wanted to numb away the pain. Her eyes swollen from crying so much. And yet, there seemed to be no end to her sobbing. Ignoring the looks, people were giving her. No doubt, wondering what was going on, with her. Lost in her own misery and pain. Elle-Mae didn’t even see the car coming in her direction.
The car honk, almost brought her back to reality. But it was the feel of someone pulling out her out of the way. It all happened so quick. One moment, she was about to step from the pavement onto the road. The next moment, she was on the ground with the by-stander, that had saved her life. Not even realising, she had walked into oncoming traffic. Internally groaning to herself. Today was not her day. His annoyance with her, made her flinch slightly.
It took her a few moments, to try and collect herself; enough to sit up. It may have been her blurry, teary vision that she didn’t recognise the Dhampir. Dexter, had been more of a passing acquaintance a few years ago, rather than a close friend. “I...sorry, I totally did not see that car.” Elle’s voice cracked as she spoke. A bit shaken up, as she struggled to thank him, for pulling her out of death’s way. As if her day, wasn’t bad enough already. She could have been squashed flat. Once she was up on her feet. Elle, stuck close to the Dhampir whom led her back to the sidewalk.
His question, made her heart clench. Did he mean physically, or? Despite Baptiste, having a wild temper. She didn’t think, he’d physically hurt her like that. Or, she hoped he wouldn’t. “Physically no...emotionally...well...it’s a long story.” Elle managed to croak out. She wasn’t entirely too, sure that he needed his evening ruined, by her blubbering and sobbing about her relationship issues with Bap. Or rather, a relationship that no longer,even had hopes of rekindling? Elle-Mae didn’t even know what they were anymore. “I am sure, you don’t need my making your evening miserable, with my issues.”
For a moment, it seemed like he was debating where to take her. As he suggested drinks on him. Elle was about to protest, not wanting him to pay for it all. But she did need a drink, or a few. Following him inside. Elle tried to wipe the tears from her face, that kept pouring down. “I am Elle by the way. Elle-Mae.” The Therian managed to croak out her name, to introduce herself to him. After all, he did save her life. The least he deserved was know her name.
Dexter could see that his harsh tone immediately made her flinch, almost as if she'd been hit by someone before. Her swollen teary eyes didnt do much to convince him that she hadn't just been abused by someone. Whether he was wrong or not, someone had definitely harmed her, whether mentally, or psychically, he kind of felt bad for her now. When she went on to apologise, Dex shook his head, chuckling "Well, clearly" he stated in response to her admitting that she hadn't even noticed the fact that she had just literally walked into oncoming traffic. "The important thing is that you're okay" he added, giving her a once over from head to toe, partially because she had killer curves, but another reason was because he was convinced that someone had abused her.
Now that they were both back to their feet, Dexter stuffed his hands into his pockets giving her a side glance as they stood on the sidewalk, just outside the entrance to the bar he had just left himself. Dexter, for some reason, felt a sliver of relief wash over him when she said she hadn't been abused, at least not psychically. "Good. No matter how little I know you right now, I would have gladly kicked someone's ass for putting hands on a female. You're not lying to me are you?" he questioned teasingly. Something about her tone though, held a genuiness to it that said she wasn't lying the first time she'd told him she hadnt been abused. When she said that what she had just went through was a long story, Dexter looked to the bar's neon sign that read 'open all night every night' before glancing back to her, smirking. "Good thing you were just about to join me for a drink then huh?" he questioned playfully, and hoped with that hint, that she would really join him.
"Trust me darlin' you aren't making things any worse than they'd typically be" he stated, flirtacious eyes set upon her features once more. A desire to get to know her burnt right through the Dhampir, which was odd for him, because he didn't let people close to him, not even on his best days. But behind her tears, Dex could see a strong willed woman, who could make any man happy. As the two of them now sat down side by side, Dexter had drinks slid their way, and had told the bartender to keep them coming, that he'd pay at the end of the night like he always did in this bar. "Well, Elle-Mae, it's nice to meet you. I'm Dexter, why don't we start this night with you drying those pretty eyes?" he questioned before grabbing the napkin sitting near his glass full of bourbon, and hesitantly, he reach over to wipe her tears away before folding the napkin up and sitting it back down.
"Really. It's not a burden, and we have nothing but time, i'm sure whatever you'r going through, will be there when you're done, but give yourself a break .. talk to me" his smooth voice rolling off his tongue, but he did wanna hear what she'd been through, maybe it would amke him feel less miserable about his own life. The music that lingered in the background, somehow fit the mood, it always made Dexter feel as if he were in some kind of movie when ironic things like that happened.
Whether it was sheer luck, or fate that Dexter had pulled her out of the incoming traffic. Elle was pretty lucky, right now. But, still slightly shaken up by the almost impending death, had it not been for him. Hearing his chuckle; Elle wasn’t sure what he found amusing. Maybe, it was her pathetic apology. But then again, who apologises for almost walking into oncoming traffic? “Really, it’s not like me to do such a thing.” The young Therian spoke. She didn’t want him thinking that she was suicidal; or something. Because, she wasn’t. If she was thinking straight and not clouded by tears and pain. She wouldn’t have done something like that. “Yeah, I am okay...I think. Just a little shocked and shaken up by own stupidity.” She was in one piece. That was good. But it had left her a little unnerved to say the least. Elle didn’t want to use, her crappy emotions and day; as an excuse. Even, if it had obviously had a part to play; in her not minding things around her. But the Dhampir, was her saviour. Literally.
She could feel his eyes on her. Assuming, he was just making sure that she was unharmed. Elle couldn’t find the words to thank him enough. It slightly surprised her, that he would be willing to defend her. He barely knew her. And with Bap’s temper, she wasn’t sure; if that all together would have been a wise choice, if he had hurt her physically. “No, of course not.” Elle said, as he questioned if she was lying. She wasn’t the type to lie, in general. And nor, would she even think about lying about something as important and hard, as abuse. If that had been the scenario.
His playfulness, made her smile a little. It was a slightly strained, sad smile. The usual, light and warmth to her smile, was missing. Nor, did it reach her eyes; with that hint of a sparkle, she seemed to have. As down, as she felt. Elle didn’t miss his hint. “Well, you already did offer. It’d be rude to refuse….and honestly, I could use something strong, right now.” Wether it was to numb the pain, or get over the shaky scenario outside. Few drinks, was the way.
A slight, blush began to creep up her cheeks as he called her darlin. That was a first. Someone, managing to make her blush; in her messy state. “Well, I don’t know. Me weeping and rambling on about my ex, whom I am not over. Not to mention what happened outside...that doesn’t seem quiet...good in my book.” If that, wouldn’t make someone’s evening bad. She wasn’t sure what would. But maybe that was just her view. She was sure, no one would specifically enjoy, having someone rant on about their ex; they were still in love with. Were his nights, usually worse than that? Sitting at the bar. Elle ordered a cocktail, that had some vodka in it. As he introduced himself. Elle just about managed to get her voice, back to semi normal by then. “Pleasure, to meet you too Dexter.” It may have been a strange way to meet. But somehow, they ended up where they were meant to. Dexter surprised her, once more as he reached over to wipe her tears. Elle didn’t push his hand away. The gesture, was flattering and sweet of him.
“You’re right, about that.” Elle said, with a slight sigh. That issue, wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. If she could crawl into the smallest hole, to hide away from it all. She would. But, it wouldn’t solve anything either. Elle, took a sip from her glass. Yet, a part of Elle felt like, she could talk to him about her issues. She wasn’t sure how she got that feeling. “Is it normal? To be, still be in love an ex, even though it’s not going to go anywhere? Or, may I just being one of those mopey, pathetic girls?” Elle questioned. It was one of those, thinking out loud moments. And questioning herself worth. Her forehead rested against the table, with a groan. “What’s wrong with me?” she muttered. Somehow, feeling like this was her fault. Was she not good enough? Of course not, she wasn’t a guy either. The argument, had screwed her over quite badly. She couldn’t think, straight about the entire situation. Feeling, like she was part of the problem.