Scared and Alone (Open)

[Gossimar Corna]

Gossimar had finally found a spot in the park for her dancing. Marc said her would meet her here with a boom box. It was difficult to dance without music but it wouldn't hurt to start without him. She re-checked her outfit. A flared plaid skirt would draw attention when she spun around. Her black top had rhinestones to catch eyes of people farther off in the distance. Her area was small but it was enough room to move around. She pulled off her plaid fedora off and placed it in front of her. She started off with simple hip hop moves and twirls.

Soon enough a small crowd found it's way to her. She heard coins hit her hat as she danced. Soon enough Marc showed up and waited until she finished her set. When she was done she grabbed her hat and curtsied to her crowd and stepped back where Marc was. She hugged him after he set down the boom box. "Thanks it's just what I needed!" He laughed

"Doll you did fine without it." She hugged him again. He popped in a mixed tape for her. "Get back out there and do your thing." She gave him a smile and started dancing again. She was lucky to have Marc to show her around. Her father wasn't making much at the factory. She needed to help out anyway she could and dancing was her skill to help out. She danced for hours until the sun started going down. Marc had left her a while ago so she picked up her hat quarter filled with coins and bills. She dumped the money into her purse while still making sure her gun was reachable. She grabbed the boom box and made her way home. She looked around and noticed the lack of people. Quickly looking up she cursed under her breathe. She hadn't realized how late it was and picked up her pace. The streets and parks of New York were a dangerous after dark. She didn't want to be caught out side much later than she had to. The sky seemed to get dark quicker than normal. She was half way through the park when a few streetlights flickered on. She became a little nervous being alone this late.

[Alistair Crowsly]

It was Alistair’s favourite time of day again… It was night. Night meant so many things to Alistair. Safety, fun, feeding but to name a few. He hadn’t been in New York long but he had always found strolls through Central Park quite rewarding in his previous visits. Whether it was the occasional snack wandering about after hours or the chance to run free without interruptions it was usually a fun night.

Jumping from tree to tree, in a feat to train speed and balance, something caught his eye; a very pretty and defenceless looking something. He stopped in a tree concealed by the mask of darkness and his perfect Vampyrical stealth. The girl was short which implied Faehood but she was also rather pretty. Whether or not he would feed on her was irrelevant for a pretty face would always interest Alistair.

He dropped from the tree silently pulling the cover of invisibility over himself. His tree was not so far from her which was lucky as his Invisibility only lasted two minutes. Well it wasn’t really that lucky. He had chosen the closest tree to her and wouldn’t have become invisible unless he thought it would help. When he drew close to her he become visible again and in his best southern accent asked “What’s a pretty face like yourself doin’ in a place like this?”

[Gossimar Corna]

Gossimar was startled when a good looking man appeared seemingly from nowhere. "Oh jesus!" She nearly dropped the boom box but caught herself in time. She looked up at him when he spoke to her. He was definitely good looking and tall. He looked well-toned and well dressed for walking around this part of the city at night. His southern accent intrigued her, she had never left the city of New York. "Oh I'm um a street performer. I just happened to run a little late today." She wasn't sure if he was a threat but she was still cautious. Many people in the city were dangerous. He didn't look like bum or a gangster. She looked him over again, to her; he looked like he could use a bit sun. She looked at her arm then his. She had spent her time outdoors and a little color because of it. Compared to her he was sickly pale in her eyes. She was curious about him “Why are you out here so late?”

[Alistair Crowsly]

He smiled at her surprise. The smile was warm yet it seemed oddly malevolent. He didn’t jump so easily himself but he gave so many surprises that he was always on the lookout for one in return.

He’d unnerved her and she seemed to stutter over her words. This was somewhat satisfying. He preferred to be the one in control; always a step ahead; for, as his mentor always said, ‘if you’re not a step ahead you’re surely a step behind’.

“Why are you out here so late?”

He pondered the question before answering changing his accent from Southern to British with the practice of one who could speak many languages in many voices. “I’m a bit of a night owl. Been on the night shift for too long methinks. Sleep right through the day most days.” The best lies were the ones concealed in truth.

“It’s a bit late even for a street performer. Aren’t you afraid you’ll get mugged out here in the Big Apple?” He asked feigning sincerity so well. He was a Vampyre; pretending to be human was his job and he was getting damn good at it.

[Gossimar Corna]

When he smiled he seemed slightly crazed. For a moment she wondered about her safety. She became more unnerved when his accent changed without the slightest problem. He must be an actor or something She thought. Many people slept through the day to keep up with the night life and those that worked night jobs stayed up even on the nights they didn’t work. She then realized that it was later than she normally stayed out. She needed to get back to the apartment before much later.

As she spoke she stepped around him facing him the whole time. "As I said before I ran later than I expected. I really must be going now. " She was then worried about the way he spoke to her. Most people from the city didn't care about the well-being of others. "And I'm not afraid of being mugged. I maybe small but I can take care of myself." She tried to speak with force making a point. She knew she more than likely sounded like a scared young girl but it was her only hope. She placed her hand in her purse to feel the grip of the handgun, to make herself feel a little more secure.

[Alistair Crowsly]

He noticed her trying to step round him and lithely moved to intercept her. He was slow about it though which made it look rather just like he was moving with her. Hampering her progress steadily but not full out blocking her way. He could tell she was scared but that was easy to confirm from the forced confidence in her voice.

He saw her reach into her handbag and he debated whether or not he would let her shoot him if she had a gun. It would, of course, be unable to kill him unless she had some silver bullets in there. However it could be Mace or Pepper spray even which would hurt like hell so he decided not to let her use whatever protection she had in that handbag.

Looking deep into her eyes he began to mesmerize her “You are such a brave gir-ly but would-n’t you feel so much sa-fer with me to walk you home?” He said ever so slowly and methodically to aid the mesmorization along. She would suddenly feel like she did want him to walk her home after all. What Alistair planned to do with her while they walked the streets of NYC or even back at her place was really anyone’s guess…

[Gossimar Corna]

Gossimar became a little more unnerved when he walked when she did. She felt her hand tighten on the grip of her little Smith & Wesson. She wasn’t entirely sure if he was supernatural of if he was human. She studied him a bit more but she still couldn’t tell. The only other super she knew was her mother who was also a fae. She knew that most of the garbage she read was lies. She eyed this stranger carefully. He didn’t seem to want to let her leave at least not on her own. She kept her hand on the gun hoping that it would make her feel better.

She looked him in the eye as he spoke to her. She suddenly felt comfortable and wanted him to help her home. After all there was safety in numbers right? She let go of her gun and took her hand out of her purse. ”Thank you for the offer. I would be grateful for someone to walk me home. These streets can be dangerous when by yourself, especially after dark.” She gave him a kind smile, after all if they walked together neither of them would be hurt.

[Alistair Crowsly]

She had gripped whatever was in her bag extra tight for a moment which had given him reason to doubt himself for a moment. However she soon started to relax. He could see the worry and tension on her face melt away. ‘That’s it, relax for me…’ He thought to himself as she took her hand out of her purse.

“Thank you for the offer. I would be grateful for someone to walk me home. These streets can be dangerous when by yourself, especially after dark.”

“It’s my pleasure.” He told her somewhat graciously yet all too malevolently. He stepped to the side out of her way and motioned with his hand “After you... Hmm, what did you say your name was again young woman?” He asked realizing he hadn’t asked her name. He always seemed to forget. More often than not by the time he remembered it was rather too late too ask.

[Gossimar Corna]

She smiled at the man. She had never met someone so kind and caring for others. As they talked Gossimar felt the wind passing through her hair. Some of the pretty blue strands flew on to her face tickling her. She giggled softly as she brushed them away. She looked up at the pale man and wondered what he was thinking. He didn’t seem the least bit bothered that they were out after dark and for some reason that made her feel safer. It perked her up when she saw him smile.

But even in her clouded mind she realized his smile seemed a bit crazed. ‘I wonder if it’s just my imagination.’ She gave a small shrug after her mental conversation. She then thought she probably looked crazy herself. ‘Oh well’ she thought. When he stepped aside for her, she started to walk forward. She hadn’t realized that they didn’t introduce themselves until he asked her name. “My name is Gossimar. What’s your name?”

[Alistair Crowsly]

He watched her giggle fondly. She was fae; her height and smell told him that. It was also her prettiness. Fae were so very pretty. The way the moonlight caught her hair; the way it fluttered in the wind; like all of Nature wanted to be close to this girl.

He, as a Vampyre, was strictly opposite. Nature had cast Vampyre to the shadows. It didn’t them anymore; it had rejected them. It was this very rejection into the shadows that allowed Vampyre’s their power. What had once been abject abandonment became their greatest strength.

“My name is Gossimar. What’s your name?”

“Alistair, Alistair Crowsly. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Gossimer. Play in Central Park, often?” He kept the London accent he’d been using before. It felt much more comfortable to the tongue. He was making small chat just wanting her to keep talking until they reached her home.

[Gossimar Corna]

"It's nice to meet you Alistair. It's uncommon to find someone as kind as you in the city." Gossimar said as she continued to walk through the park. She had always loved the park during the day but this was the first time she had been here at night. She looked around as she spoke to him, taking in the nighttime beauty. The darkness surrounding the trees was eerie but it was beautiful.

"I come to the park everyday. Basically it is my job. I dance as a street performer." She lifted up the boom box for some kind of proof. She thought back to her father knowing he wouldn't be home until she left in the morning. She let out a little sigh thinking about making the rent this month. She only gave it another three months before they had to move again. She looked over at Alistair after she was done to see his response. His profile was quite handsome and his features striking.

[Alistair Crowsly]

“It's nice to meet you Alistair. It's uncommon to find someone as kind as you in the city.”

At least she wasn’t completely naïve. He was sure if he hadn’t mesmerised her she wouldn’t have even considered him to be the Good Samaritan she now did. His experience of fae’s in the past had him to believe they were gullible but this one seemed a little street smart. Alistair guessed the streets of NYC were enough to make anyone watch their back, front and sideways.

“I come to the park everyday. Basically it is my job. I dance as a street performer.”

She dances. That would be a sight. The Fae were all so artsy. He wondered if there were ever any bad Fae or even any Fae that worked a accountants or heavy lifters. Alistair had heard that Tolkien had based the Hobbits off of a community of Fae living in England once upon a time. A whole community of them. Alistair would have liked to have seen that but frankly it was before even his time.

“How interesting. What got you into dancing, Gossimar, if I might be so presumptuous to ask?”

[Gossimar Corna]

“How interesting. What got you into dancing, Gossimar, if I might be so presumptuous to ask?”
Gossimar felt a sob catch in her throat and she felt tears threaten spill from her eyes. She blinked the tears away and swallowed the lump in her throat. Looking down at her pewter bracelet she answered. “My mom got me into dancing when I was little. She loved the little outfits and watching me practice. It always brought a smile to her face.” Gossimar felt herself smile at the memories.

Mommy! Watch me! It’s called a pirette! Her mother smiled. My little Gossie you did that so well! And it’s a pirouette darling. A small giggle came from a little Gossimar dressed in a pink tutu. She snapped back into the present day. “I’m sorry just daydreaming. I didn’t mean to be rude.” She said looking up at Alistair with a few tears still shining in her eyes. She gave him a smile as they reached the end of the park. “Um it’s just a few more blocks to my place.”

[Alistair Crowsly]

He noticed moisture in her eyes; moisture she seemed to keep to herself. This subject must be hard for her. Which trauma had marred the start of her dancing career, he wondered.

“My mom got me into dancing when I was little. She loved the little outfits and watching me practice. It always brought a smile to her face.”

Ah, that was all he needed to hear to know. Something had happened to her mother that had turned such a fond memory into a sad recollection. She seemed distant for a few minutes after she spoke some tears welling in her eyes. None were shed however and she soon snapped back to reality with an apology.

“That’s alright, dear. Your mother must have been a wonderful Fae.” The word did not slip out. Alistair didn’t let words just slip out. He was just putting it out there; suggesting he knew; looking for her reaction.