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--- A small girl, one of the kids from the first floor stands in the hall, holding the ball. She looks
up at you curiously, cocking her head to one side.
**** Davis looks up and down the hall, and then back to the child. "Its rather late, do your
parents know that you are up here?" He keeps his ears open for any sound of others approaching
through the hall.
--- She started at the sound of Davis' voice, then looked up at him and nodded slightly. Echoes
from the party drifted up but otherwise things were quiet.
**** "Shouldn't you be at home sleeping?" Davis enquires with a raised eyebrow. "Or is the
noise downstairs too loud?"
--- "Not sleepy..." she replied with a little shrug.
--- The party runs into the night, as liquor flows and face grow familiar the atmosphere actually settles into something reassembling friendly, despite the looming presence of the Taper and its select crowd of admirers Melanie slips into the role of hostess again with seamless ease and seemingly boundless energy, mingling and chatting with just about everyone as the evening goes on.
Things are started to die about 11, the more straight guests taking their leave, the more colorful
leaving to find better haunts. Only you and a few others remain, mostly people from the
building. Melanie is in the kitchen. Its her scream that rings out.....
**** Upon hearing the scream Davis quickly tells the little girl in the hall to get back to her
apartment and her folks then runs down to Melanie's apartment (with pistol still tucked away out
of sight). Arriving at the door he will open it and take a quick look around to take in the scene
before actually entering. He is scanning for weapons in people's hands as well as a check of who
is still in the apartment and may be in danger. If there is no immediate threat, he will quickly
ask what is going on.
--- Harold bolts towards the kitchen -- and nearly falls on his inebriated face. Instead he hollers,
"You okay in there?" while walking quickly towards the kitchen. Getting to the door, he see
Melanie being held up against the counter by another guest, the big tattooed guy that come in earlier. Backhanding her savagely he snarls," You think you kin take whats mine bitch!? Do ya!"
She whimpers hand flying to her cheek,"Vernon..please..its not like that..." He shoves her back
against the counter, sending several glasses to the floor.
Morris looked around with eyes that were a bit foggy of intoxication. He ran towards he kitchen, but caught one of the chairs on his hip and almost doubles from the pain, but staggers on, coming up behind Harold, just able to see the last of the scene in the kitchen. Some of the guests pressed in, curious, eager eyes, voicing questions, other hung back, embarrassed or discrete it was hard to tell. Other such as Michael and Tanja linger near the Taper.....
Tom pushed his way to the front of the crowd, hearing Melanie's voice raise above the
commotion in a frightened yelp. Davis arrived at the door, saw the people clustering at the
kitchen door.....
--- "If this gets rough, do me a favour and lend me a hand", Morris says quietly to Harold who is
standing right next to him, and then - with an alcohol-inspired heroism - he shouts out to the
tattooed lout: "Hey, why don't you just let Melanie be and get the hell out of here before I call
the cops!" From the corner of his eye Morris searches around the room for anything to bash the
guy with, or at least more realistically to something to slow him down until Morris has the time
to scramble away from the room.
Vernon looks up and smirks," don' fuck with me, asshole." As he snarls this his hand snaps back
and pulls a rather large serrated knife from a conceal sheathe at his back. Grinning, he slowly
waves the blade back and fourth,"come on...."
Tom paused in the doorway...uncertain.
Michael smiled a wide grin. He looked at Tanja. She was dangerous, wasn't she? He grabbed a
turned over chair, and placed it next to the taper. He sat down, inhaling the smell of the waxen
thing, observing its strange designs. He looked at Tanja, smiling that grin to wide to be sane.
Tanja walked slowly over to him, running her left hand over his shoulder, turning her body
around him, so that she stood a bit behind him. Then she went my knees, laying her head on his
left shoulder and whispered into his ear, "What is it, what makes you so nervous about it?" her
right arm traveled around his neck and then pointed towards the Taper. Pressing her breasts
against his back, making gentle strokes as her face brushed against his face "Won`t you tell me."
She stood up, encircling his body with both arms, seems to waiting for an answer. Michael felt
himself grow distracted, her body clouding his mind, dragging his thoughts away from the Taper.
She smelled...enticing...
As his mind pulled away from the Taper, it returned to that face. That face of his wretched,
hated mother. The nightmares were waiting for him. With will born of desperation, he
disentangled himself from Tanja. He turned to her. "That....thing....is the most amazing thing
I've ever seen. It is more than a candle, isn't it? Its a key of some kind, right?"
"Yeah, its strange. But beautiful it is. What did you think, for what can it be a key? Like to find
out?"
"I would like to wait. The key has already opened doors for me." With that, Michael picked up a
nearby phone and began dialing for the police. Anything to take up time. trouble...Something
was happening. Michael sat next to the Taper and waited. At least he might still lay claim to it in
all this chaos.
Tanja sat near the Taper, looking over her shoulder at what Michael was doing. Then her
attentions was firmly the dark candle as she brushed her slender fingers along its surface, traced
the rolls and coils, the slick hills of hard wax that seemed warm under her touch, to shudder with
promise of so much more. Running her tongue over her suddenly dry lips, she smiled. It would
be hers....with her...inside her.
**** Davis makes his way to the kitchen where the yelling and commotion is taking place.
When he sees the big guy holding Melanie with a huge knife in his hands he draws his automatic
slowly from his waist band, keeping it behind his back. "I am sure there is no need for that(gesturing towards the knife) so why don't you just put it away before anyone gets really hurt
here, hmmm?" If he fails to comply, or threatens him or Melanie with the knife then Davis
revels the 9mm to the thug. "Just let go of Melanie and back away. Then put the knife down and leave the apartment. No one here wants any kind of trouble understand?" Either way he
tells the other guests to back away from the kitchen. Davis scans around to make sure that the
thug does not have any accomplices who could sneak up on him. He will try to stall the man from leaving until the police arrive to take care of the situation if he does not leave immediately
(ie. try to get rid of him right away or, failing that, wait long enough for the Police to get to the
scene)
--- Morris hasn't the slightest intention of attacking the guy he's facing. He takes a few steps back
and tries to stay well beyond his lunging distance. His eyes follow the knife, never leaving it.
"Pussy..." Vernon smirked then looks at the rest,"who wants some?"
Tom paused in the doorway...uncertain.
Hearing this Morris backs up to the kitchen doorway. "Better let the cops handle this jerk", he
says and backs up to the living room, never turning his back to the knife-wielding lout.
"Tanja where does it really come from?" Michael glances at his watch watching the hours run
down. How badly do you want the taper....???" Michael reaches past Tanja brushing a sensitive
spot on the nape of her neck as he goes to have a closer look at it. Tanja seemed unaware,
sitting, lips slightly apart, moist and gasping, alluring needing to be filled....
Davis makes his way to the kitchen where the yelling and commotion is taking place. When he
sees the big guy holding Melanie with a huge knife in his hands he draws his automatic slowly
from his waist band, keeping it behind his back. "I am sure there is no need for that gesturing towards the knife) so why don't you just put it away before anyone gets really hurt
here, hmmm?"
Some of the bravado fades from Vernon's face as he eyes dart from the gun to the eyes of the
man wielding it. Shoving the knife back in its sheathe he shoots Melanie a nasty look,"lucky ya
friends here, bitch...I'll be back.." he growls just low enough for her and those in the kitchen door
to hear.
**** "That would not be a wise idea." Davis replies to the thug's whispered threat to Melanie. "It would be best if you did not come around this building again, unless you wish to have intimate dealings with the local police, and other...organizations."
Once he has left Davis shoves the automatic back into his waist band at his back. "That's it for the show folks, you can calm down now." He says looking at Morris, Tom and Harold. He also looks disapprovingly at the inaction of Michael who seemed to be too busy with that Tanja girl to at least try and help out.
"Sorry for pulling the weapon out. I generally do not like guns at parties. But then I am none to
fond of large knives at them either." Davis says to Melanie. "Who was that thug and what was
his particular problem eh?"
--- Michael, from where he is sitting next to the taper, in the most caring voice he can muster, calls out "He was after the taper, wasn't he?" "Have I stumbled into some fucking twilight zone here?!" Morris calls out louder than he actually meant. "It's just a fucking candle, why the hell are all of you going ballistic over it?!" he says and looks around the circle of people staring at the taper. "Wakey wake, our beloved hostess just about got stabbed in the kitchen!"
Tanja seemed unaware, sitting, lips slightly apart, moist and gasping, alluring needing to be filled...."Hhhh...Hhhh..Hhhh...Ahhh...Ahhh..."Sweet runs down her face then she opens her eyes suddenly, her view seems distorted, but quickly gets clear again. Then she looks around first in delight like she`s awaken from a pleasant dream, then her expression fades quickly away leaving only loneliness and disappointment behind. After recognizing Michael near the Taper she speaks to him in an exhausted voice. "Don`t touch it, its not for you...."
Grunting something under his breath, Vernon hunkered over and left hurriedly not looking at anyone....
Shaking with fear and growing rage, she stomped out of the kitchen after spitting through
clenched teeth, Vernon..Vernon Harney. Walking into the rear of her apartment she returned
with a armload of clothes and other assorted possessions and dumped them in the middle of the
floor and started fishing around in the drawers. That...that bastard....I can't......damn it.. She
pulled out a box of matches, struck on and throw it onto the pile of clothes, then another..and
another until it turned into a small greasy pyre. Smiling through the tears,. Melanie turned
"Take it...take the goddamn candle..for all I care!"
--- Morris walks to Melanie and put's his hand lightly on her shoulder. "Well, at least that clown's gone now." He says looking at the pyre, which is starting to fill the room with smoke. Adrenalin is starting to filter out from Morris' circulation and he starts to shake a bit, feeling very light as always in similar situations. For a moment he feels as if his feet are not touching the floor at all.
"...I still don't get it. Why this commotion over a candle? Like, those two airheads didn't make a gesture to help you because of that piece of wax on a string", he says pointing vaguely towards Michael and Tanja, and looks Melanie in the eyes.
"It not important..." Melanies sighs, looking down.
Michael almost grabs the candle, then he stops. He Melanie's eyes, he sees the face of his mother. The greed vampire who took all she wanted, from him, just as he was doing now? Or the kind gentle woman who raised him better than he was acting now? Either way, he sighs. "No, the Taper stays here, until we can figure something out." He says this to everyone, but looks squarely at Tanja, making sure she understands. "It belongs in a museum, or with the people who made it to worship their gods....IT IS NOT FOR YOU." With that he stands, walks towards the window. The storm is coming forth. Gods, he still needs the taper. Doesn't he?
"Listen. I've had enough of you!" Melanie turns to Tanja,"take it..its yours." With that she turns on her heel and stomps out of the room, pausing only to say to Michael,"If you are not out of my home...I'll have you arrested, do you understand?!" She walks off and a door slams from down the hall.
With a surprisingly firm voice Tanya said, "I take care of it, after all its not for any of you. I have
heard it talking to me, calling me from beyond. It belongs to me as I belong to it."Then she
grasps the Taper firmly and went right to the door, holding it tight to her slender and beautiful
body, guarding it with her arms.
--- "Somebody here has forgotten to take his chloropromazine today, and I suppose it's not me..." Morris says as Tanja is leaving the room. He looks around with an expression of being utterly pissed off. He walks to the kitchen, grabs two glasses and fixes up a couple of reasonably stiff drinks. He walks to where Melanie went.
Tanja goes straight to the door, ignoring anybody on her way out. She seems to be like in a
trance, smiling, whispering, "Finally my future is clear..." Then she walks to her room, like she's
holding a long lost child in her arms.
**** Davis looks about the room rather incredulously wondering just what the hell is going on here. That Tanja woman seemed right out there...probably drugs or too much to drink. He asks down the hall towards where Melanie retreated "Are you going to be o.k. Melanie?"
...[wait for reply]..
Davis then turns to Michael. "What exactly is your problem eh? You and that Tanja girl are just sitting there as your hostess is getting
threatened by Ox and his knife making out and gushing over that ugly candle. Are you fucked up?" Davis makes a point of taking a close look into Michael's eyes to check his pupils. "Is that your problem?"
...[wait for reply]... "If nothing else I would keep an eye on Tanja, that biker meathead seemed to
really want what she just walked all spacey-eyed out of here with."
--- Michael freezes. The Nightmares are coming back."Dear gods." He awaits them, waiting for them to turn real. He is standing in terror as they rush back into his existence with the vanishing taper. As a force of habit, he grabs a napkin and takes a pen out of his pocket, getting ready to record what is about to happen. "Melanie...In a few seconds, you may just get to see why I wanted that cursed candle so much..."
Davis sees Morris standing before one of the bedroom doors a concerned look on his face. The
sounds of a Barry Manilow album drift through the door.
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