The Journey
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
38
Views:
7,378
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Explanations
Finally he had had enough, and dismissed everyone, having Kylie follow him. He led the way into the anteroom to his chambers, motioning her to have a seat, and sitting across from her himself. After he sat though, he merely looked at her, not speaking.
She knew what he wanted, and steeling herself, she met his liquid silver eyes.
“I promised to explain….” She raised a hand to her zipper, pulling it down to her belly button. Holding it closed at her waist, she raised the other hand to her collar and pulled it aside, showing him the top of her left breast and the expanse of chest there. She turned her head slightly to the right. Glowing upon her exposed skin was a handprint.
His eyes first widened, then narrowed as he looked at her. “You’re…”
She nodded. “Furyan, yes…like you. I knew when we first met, but I didn’t know if you did. You’re…a survivor…”
He frowned, leaning forward. “Go on.”
She looked at him, adjusting her top and covering herself. “I wasn’t born on Furya. My parents…. I had an older brother, he would have been your age. When they came and killed the boy children, many parents died trying to protect them, mine nearly died. The medics thought dad was dead, mom was the one who found out he wasn’t. They escaped, and I was born later.”
“Doesn’t explain last night.”
“No, I suppose not. Some people are different. I can sometimes see things, like glimpses of the future, or into peoples’ minds. I saw what would have happened had you drank that wine.”
“So you stopped me.”
She nodded, and looked at her feet. “I can’t always see enough, like….” She paused, shaking her head. “Doesn’t matter, but when I have a bond with someone, or strong emotions towards someone, hate, love, kinship, anything like that, the visions come easier.”
He frowned again, taking in what she was saying. “The nightmares?”
“No….that’s got nothing to do with that.” She turned away, looking at a statue in a far corner. She handed him her necklace without looking at him. “My family’s crest.”
He took it, and looked at the intricate engraving on the pendant.
She didn’t want him to see how upset asking about her dreams made her. He still didn’t know everything about her, and she wasn’t sure he needed to know what caused the nightmares. Hopefully her talents could help him, where they couldn’t help others.
When she got enough control of herself to look at him again, he was looking right at her.
“Now you know.”
He grunted, handing her the pendant. She slipped it back around her neck, then zipped her top back up. She stood and walked over to the statue, looking it over slowly. She felt it when he came up behind her.
“Why do you run?”
She opted to not answer him, ducking under his arm and walking away. She went back to her room, and collapsed onto her bed, finally letting the tears come.
She knew what he wanted, and steeling herself, she met his liquid silver eyes.
“I promised to explain….” She raised a hand to her zipper, pulling it down to her belly button. Holding it closed at her waist, she raised the other hand to her collar and pulled it aside, showing him the top of her left breast and the expanse of chest there. She turned her head slightly to the right. Glowing upon her exposed skin was a handprint.
His eyes first widened, then narrowed as he looked at her. “You’re…”
She nodded. “Furyan, yes…like you. I knew when we first met, but I didn’t know if you did. You’re…a survivor…”
He frowned, leaning forward. “Go on.”
She looked at him, adjusting her top and covering herself. “I wasn’t born on Furya. My parents…. I had an older brother, he would have been your age. When they came and killed the boy children, many parents died trying to protect them, mine nearly died. The medics thought dad was dead, mom was the one who found out he wasn’t. They escaped, and I was born later.”
“Doesn’t explain last night.”
“No, I suppose not. Some people are different. I can sometimes see things, like glimpses of the future, or into peoples’ minds. I saw what would have happened had you drank that wine.”
“So you stopped me.”
She nodded, and looked at her feet. “I can’t always see enough, like….” She paused, shaking her head. “Doesn’t matter, but when I have a bond with someone, or strong emotions towards someone, hate, love, kinship, anything like that, the visions come easier.”
He frowned again, taking in what she was saying. “The nightmares?”
“No….that’s got nothing to do with that.” She turned away, looking at a statue in a far corner. She handed him her necklace without looking at him. “My family’s crest.”
He took it, and looked at the intricate engraving on the pendant.
She didn’t want him to see how upset asking about her dreams made her. He still didn’t know everything about her, and she wasn’t sure he needed to know what caused the nightmares. Hopefully her talents could help him, where they couldn’t help others.
When she got enough control of herself to look at him again, he was looking right at her.
“Now you know.”
He grunted, handing her the pendant. She slipped it back around her neck, then zipped her top back up. She stood and walked over to the statue, looking it over slowly. She felt it when he came up behind her.
“Why do you run?”
She opted to not answer him, ducking under his arm and walking away. She went back to her room, and collapsed onto her bed, finally letting the tears come.