Thread: Ghost of Demon Past (Soul &+&+ Alvis)

In silence, Jai had followed along with Carl, sticking close to him, eyes ever alert in darting every which way she could possibly look. Even when they finally arrived at his car and climbed inside, she remained relatively silent, her gaze shifting out the windshield and window cautiously as she pulled her seatbelt across her chest. It's the Golden View apartment complex. She told him in a soft voice after a long while of silence, save for the purr of the car's engine. Only about ten minutes away by car. Follow this road to the stop sign at the end, take a left, drive a little ways to a stop light, bear right, keep going, and then it's right there on the right hand side. Her gaze traveled over to look at him for a moment, waiting for his acknowledgement. From what little she knew about him, he was newer to the city of Flora, but she'd decided to give him the benefit of the doubt in terms of the directions, being as she explained it using all main roads, and she was, after all, sitting right there in the seat beside him, ready to give directions whenever necessary en-route. She was quiet for the drive, not having to utter even a single word, and he followed her initial set of directions perfectly. Before she knew it he had pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine, and her gaze was set blankly on the building in front of the windshield. With numb subconscious, she felt her hands moving to unlock her seatbelt and pull it off, reaching afterwards to grasp for the door-handle and push it open. In still silence, she gazed across at him as she slid out of the car, finding her footing unsteadily. Come with me? She asked in a quiet, soft voice. She didn't want to admit it, and hated the fact that she had made it almost obvious, but she was scared scared that he would be in the building, waiting for her in the darkness behind the front door of her apartment, ready to sneak in after her and put an end to all the mystery and fears and nightmares and worries. Put an end to a life that she had only just begun to start enjoying. It was nearing the end of August, and thus the end of the summer season in the run-down city of Flora in which they resided, so the nights were starting to get cooler while the days were as warm and humid as ever, but the maintenance guys that managed the central air systems hadn't changed the settings of the building yet, so the moment that they walked through the front door, they were met with icy cold air. Any other night Jai would have been fine with it, indifferent, but she'd felt as if the warmth and life in her body had completely vanished from existence the moment she had seen that guy's eyes and heard his voice. The memory caused her to shudder, and subconsciously she quickened her pace as they started up the stairs and towards the third floor where her apartment was. Her apartment wasn't overly fancy or expensive, but it was tasteful and comfortable. The color scheme consisted of soft browns and baby blues, those being two of her favorite colors. The living room furniture was leather and anything with wood grain was cherry-wood. In her bedroom, she had a full sized oak dresser with matching vanity and bed-frame, and the bed itself was queen sized with a tempurpedic memory foam mattress, extra soft. The kitchen had been something she'd had no control over the design of or time to redesign, but the granite counter-tops and beech-wood cabinets with stainless steel appliances was nice enough that she couldn't complain, especially not with the island bar counter roomy enough to seat up to five people on stools. The light fragrance of honey and vanilla that floated into her nose when she unlocked a variety of mechanisms and pushed the door open caused her nerves to all but turn to jell-o with the amount of calm it brought out in her. Oh to be home, where she knew that she was safe and no one could get to her that wasn't expressly invited. Home, the one place she knew she could be entirely herself, with no fronts and no barriers and no walls, and not a single person to ruin that for her. Home... where she was often alone, and incredibly lonely, secretly longing for the company of a single person that had some mystical way of making a bad day turn around with nothing more than a simple smile. Leaning down in the darkness, Jaime unfastened the straps of her pumps and slid them off, allowing her bare feet to sink into the soft white carpet on the floor beneath her. Normally she wouldn't have bothered flicking on the lights, as she knew the layout of her apartment like the lines of her palms and there was just enough light entering through the window of the sliding glass door in the back of the room, that led to a small balcony overlooking the city, for her to make out the interior of the living room. But given the fact she had a guest over that had never been there before, she turned on the lights anyway. Any other time, she'd have shrugged out of her work clothes and been clad in none but her underwear and bra by the time she got to the couch, but with the company of Carl, she knew better that, and given the night and day she'd had, having clothes on or off wasn't really going to affect her ability to relax. So instead, she heaved a soft sigh and turned to look up at him, waiting for him to step inside before she closed the front door, taking the time to fasten a set of eight different locks. You can have a seat anywhere you like, the couch is the most comfortable though. she told him softly, Can I get you something to drink? Eat?