forum This Will Hopefully Be Cute (One on One) (Closed.)

Started August 29, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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(Okay and yeah lol)

“I forgive you,” Vaughn said, addressing his ‘companion’, Alana. They were in a dimly lit basement, a cell having been built off towards the corner of it. Above them was what the history books listed as a ‘gas station’ from earlier times. It was abandoned, of course, had been for a long time. But he had fixed it up a bit in the upstairs area, made it a bit more up to date.

But that shouldn’t be where his mind was. He should be concentrated on the situation with Alana. He wondered for a moment why he was forgiving her, something he found hard to do due to one of his mental illnesses. But he could make an exception for her, he supposed.

"You said that before." she laughed. "Round and round we go, the endless cycle. Would you like to learn about me? To know me as I truly am?" she asked cryptically. "What would you give to see inside my mind?"

“I think I know quite enough about you already,” Vaughn answered to her questions. “As interesting as that would be, I wouldn’t want to do anything like that.” He had grown decently close to Alana when they had first met and as their friendship developed. He hadn’t yet opened up to her about his murdered family and his mental issues though.

"You do realize that I'm going to kill you, do you not?" Alana asked. "Or is your mind too small to comprehend such an atrocity?"

“You aren’t going to do anything like that,” Vaughn retorted, his tone growing a bit sharper now. Could Alana do so, though, if given the chance? He surely hoped not, but maybe he was thinking like that because he had considered her a friend. Her needed to push that aside now, for his own safety.

"I would. I can think of one hundred ways to kill you now, and I can surely think of more." Alana said.

“Don’t be so bitter and dramatic,” Vaughn hissed, frowning slightly. He didn’t want to do this, but he had to. A small voice in his head argued with him, saying that he had to, no matter how much he hated this conflict. Take a break from the usual men you go after and concentrate on your old friend instead, the voice said to him. He ignored it, thinking that he needed to figure out his priorities.

"I speak only truth, dearest. But people rarely believe it." she said.

“I suppose I’m one of those people, then,” Vaughn said slowly. He stayed leaning up against a wall that was across from the cell, one of his grey eyes slightly covered by the longer section of his hair. He had his hands folded in front of him, not trusting himself enough to touch the concrete wall. His white button up was splattered with blood that wasn’t his own.

"Dance with me." Alana said suddenly.

Vaughn’s frown grew, and his brow furrowed. “Dance with you?” He repeated. What was Alana getting at? There had to be some sort of trick behind her words. He was already loosing her trust, bit by bit.

"Dance. With me. It's a simple request, you should be able to carry it out." she said.

“I know that I am quite able to carry it out,” Vaughn first said. He didn’t think that it would have been the first time it had happened. “But if you are wanting me to let you out or for me to go into that cell, it isn’t happening. I don’t trust you that much.”

"It's only a dance. Are you scared I'll stamp on your feet?" she asked.

“No, I’m worried that you might try to kill me,” Vaughn reminded Alana. He reached up, brushing the hair back and out of his eyes, glancing down at his shirt before looking back at Alana.

"I'm not going anywhere as you can see. I don't think a dance would hurt, much less kill." she said, laughing maniacally.

“Alana, if I were to dance with you, then I would have to go in there, or let you out,” Vaughn huffed, rubbing at his jaw for a moment. “I’m not a complete fucking idiot.”

"Yes, but I don't plan on killing you now. There's no fun in that." she said. "Happy?"

“No, not really,” Vaughn mumbled, shaking his head in thought. What’s the harm? the voice spoke up. If she tries anything, you can just restrain her. You do have your gun, anyways. He looked down at the ground before digging out the keys from his suit jacket pocket and walking hesitantly over to Alana.

"You might think I have a motive behind this. But no, I just want to dance with an old friend." Alana said.

(Heyy)

Vaughn stood in front of the door, seeming to hesitate. He gave her a look, a doubt filled one, before looking down at the lock and keypad. He pressed in a few numbers before unlocking the cell door.