Once Upon Alderaan

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Amelia would take her time, though most of it was more just standing beneath the cold water and thinking of what she should do. With a soft sigh she finally stood up completely, stretching and shutting off the water. It had been a good ten or fifteen minutes, though she had really lost track of time. It could have been longer than that, though she was sure if it was then Fiore would have been rushing in to find out what was wrong. Stepping out from the shower, she grabbed a nearby towel, wrapping it around her hair and drying it out. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she began to run the towel over her figure.

Beads of water slipped down along her curves, the towel brushed against her as she moved it carefully. Standing and stretching once more, she looked into the mirror, her eyes moving over the scars on her body. Her fingers traced the single long scar on her front, moving from the shoulder down to her hip as she sighed again. She remembered her sister, her little sister that had given her the scar. Perhaps that was why she wanted to keep Fiore around, the girl reminded her so much of her.

Shaking her head, she pushed the thought away, she didn't want to make things any more awkward than they already were. Setting the towel back on the bar, she stepped into the room, and for the moment she remained nude. Moving to the window, she saw the darkness of the night had taken over, and a soft smile crossed her lips. Her hands pushing aside the drapes and revealed the brightly light world below. Watching for a moment, she stood at the window, and had anyone a powerful enough optics suite, they could have easily seen her. She didn't seem to worry about that for now before she moved back into the room.

Pulling on a gown, though not as flashy as the previous one, she smoothed out the few wrinkles of the fabric before she slowly opened the sliding doors. Stepping out, she didn't see Fiore for a moment and thus thought she had scared the girl off. It wasnt until she looked to the door did she see her sitting on the floor with the small stuffed animal in her hands. Amelia would say nothing, and rather she moved towards the desk in the room, sitting down quietly as she set out a datapad.

"Sleep Fiore, you deserve the rest."

Amelia said as she motioned with her left hand towards the bed while she focused on the datapad. Looking over a few things, she scrolled down along the information.

"I can make it an order if I must."

She said, though still didn't look over her shoulder. She wanted Fiore to get some rest, while at the same time she needed the few quite moments she could get to figure out a few things of her own.

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[Fiore]

Fiore blinked as she realized she had somewhat dozed off already. She moved quickly to stand up and readjust everything and shove her small stuffed animal back where it had come from. A sudden wash of fear spread along her frame as she remembered briefly how her old Master was when she would doze off like that. Preparation for a scolding that would never come. Blinking, Fiore tilted her head slightly and watched Amelia for just a moment. There was other business to attend to, so the woman seemed rather occupied.

“Oh, okay then, if you’re sure.” Fiore glanced around and somewhat wished she had prepared herself a bit better for this. She had not expected to be able to sleep for the time they were going to be staying here. A lack of sleep attire and the like, still the room had its comforts and Fiore wandered cautiously. Eyes searched for a couch or something like that, the bed was off limits and even if she was offered it – she would quickly decline it. Finding a couch in the nearby room, she made note of its layout. Fiore still needed to be able to make it to Amelia if something occurred and she needed help.

Fingertips pressed against the couch’s cushions and she smiled widely. It was soft, and exquisite – Fiore looked forward to sleep. Slender fingers worked their way with her belt, where her sabers hung from and then the rest of the straps that kept the leather armor bound to her slender frame. Each piece was surgically placed off to the side and her sabers were laid on top of the small pile. Boots came next and the Eldorai girl became shorter by only half an inch. After removing the armor, Fiore was left in a pair of snug fitting bottoms and a thin undershirt. Finishing her preparations, she braided her hair carefully, revealing her short-pointed ears.

Seeing that there was no couch blanket, she hesitated for a moment and then wandered back into the room with Amelia. She felt as if she was asking for too much and it was obvious from the way the very tips of her ears drooped slightly with her hesitation. Her eyes never met Amelia’s as she looked at the ground and her two index fingers pressing into each other. “Um, there’s no blanket on the couch, may I borrow one…Commander?”

Cursing under her breath she felt so childish asking for a blanket, she was an assassin, a warrior, yet she wanted a blanket to snuggle with. [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she set down the datapad. Bringing her hand up to rub the bridge of her nose, she pushed her seat back before standing up. When she looked over to Fiore though she just about fainted from how cute the girl looked, and even she had to hold back a few thoughts that bubbled to the surface. Standing for a moment, she was awestruck as she watched the young woman pressing her pointer fingers together, and suddenly the scene seemed more like something out of an X-rated holoflick.

"Sure..."

She said before shaking her head slightly, pushing the images out of her mind. Stepping into the bedroom, she grabbed the blankets on the bed and pulled them back. However, Amelia left the blankets on the bed, only to turn back and step into the room. As she approached Fiore, she held her composure, focusing on her, at that moment, mission.

Gently wrapping an arm around Fiore's shoulders, the other slipped down and locked into the back of her knees. In a simple fluid motion she had picked the girl up from where she stood before turning back to the bedroom. Her golden hues only flashed down for a moment before she walked back into the bedroom and lay Fiore on the bed. Grabbing at the blankets, she pulled them back over the girl, then using a bit of her strength tucked them under the mattress (though it would go without saying that Fiore would still be able to get up to go to the refresher if she needed).

"If you get out of this bed for anything other than the refresher I'll shoot you myself Fiore."

Amelia's voice seemed more like a mother scolding a child in that moment, and she event went the extra mile of flashing her fangs with a soft smirk. Sitting up, she left the room for a moment, moving over to the pile of the girl's belongings and scooping them up. As she walked back into the bedroom, she placed much of her items on the small chair in the corner save for a couple of objects.

Taking the sabers from the top of the pile, Amelia carefully set them down next to the bed on the small bed stand. She was about to leave the room before she returned to the armor, lightly reaching into the pouch and pulling out the small stuffed Loth-Cat. Amelia's golden hues looked over the small stuffed animal for a moment, her own thumb brushing against its ear before she pulled herself back to the here and now. Gracefully pivoting upon her hind foot, she returned to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and placing the small stuffed animal on the pillow next to Fiore.

"Sleep. Do not try to argue with me."

Amelia said with a soft smile before she stood up and moved back into the other room. As she stepped out of the bedroom, he hand slipped over the switch, shutting off the lights. Sitting back down in her chair, she closed her eyes for a moment before picking up the datapad again. Slowly reading over the information.

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[Fiore]

Once more Amelia picked her up as if she was a child, she then withdrew something Fiore desired to keep personal from her armor. Placing the stuffed loth-cat with her, Fiore glared at Amelia. The woman had entrusted her to be her personal guard, but as she started to make connections in her mind, Fiore grew infuriated. Instantly with her emotional shift, the young woman began to hear the voices that plagued her since the Netherworld crisis.

She sees you as a child…

You’re just a silly little thing…

FOOL​

What now? Oh what would Mira say…

FOOLISH, to think you were anything more than a source of entertainment…

Fiore pushed her way out of the bedding and gathered her things. She didn’t need a blanket anymore and nor did she want to sleep. The stuffed animal made its way back into her armor pouch and remained there. She did her best to smother the voices in her mind and the itch to reach violently. Her current cocktail of medication helped keep everything in check for the most part. Still, she felt humiliated and looked towards Amelia.

“Do not treat me as I am a child. I am an adult and you’ve hired me on to be your personal guard.” Fiore felt her chest tighten as her hands worked over her lightsabers, she wanted to fight her way through it was usually the only answer she could ever come up with, but she couldn’t – not now. Shaking her head, a hand covered her face, then fell as she spoke. “Please respect my desires and my position as your guard. I am not a child, I am not some sort of plaything for you…” Holding her things she returned to the room with the couch, she stood there for a moment and began to get dressed. [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Her hand trembled, shaking slightly as he held onto the datapad and then it happened. Her grip closed in and sparks flew as the datapad crumbled into her hand. Now it was nothing more than a twisted mess of glass, metal and wire. Upon the desk it fell, a few drops of sanguine red, the blood leaking from her hand as she dropped the crumbled piece of technology. Looking at her hand, she opened and closed it a few times, the wounds slowly sealing as she slowly pushed herself back.

Standing from her chair, she had an odd air about her. Had she been a force sensitive, it could easily be said that the Dark Side was swirling around her. Perhaps even if Fiore was still connected she could feel the twisting maelstrom of anger that was now clinging to the woman. The eerie part about it was how calm she looked as she stood there, her hand slowly pushing out the wrinkles in her gown, leaving a smear of blood on the right side. Her eyes, once a golden hue were now a brilliant and vibrant blue and her fangs seemed just a bit longer.

She made no sudden moves as she stepped forward, her eyes focused upon Fiore and then she spoke.

"Then stop acting like one..."

The anger was there in her voice and before she could even stop herself those words had flown. Though it would be what was said next, what happened next that would potentially change everything.

"And stop reminding me of HER!"

The last words where shouted and before she even knew what had happened, her hand was in then out of the wall. A large chunk of the plaster now gone as she stood there. The anger though was quickly replaced by fear, a fear that was overwhelming to the point that Amelia collapsed to her knees. Her hands pressed to the floor and she did something that none had seen her do in ages.

She cried...

Tears streamed down her face as she dug her fingers into the carpet, sobbing.

"Why must you remind me of her...?"

Her body trembled as her voice shook with the fear of losing Fiore just as she had lost.

"WHY MUST YOU REMIND ME OF KLARA!?"

She cried out as she dug her fingers into the carpet, nearly tearing it from where it was as she lay there, curled up into herself, silently weeping.

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[Fiore]

Fiore stopped doing what she was doing. The way Amelia yelled at her didn’t faze her as it would most. There was something troubling Amelia and she would wait for the episode to finish, Fiore knew something about these sorts of episodes. She was plagued by them quite often, until she was given the medication she usually injected herself with. Watching as her commander, the woman she looked up to collapse to the ground, Fiore looked at the woman and blinked.

How was she supposed to feel? How was she supposed to react? Emotions were blank with this sort of experience, so Fiore just stood there and began to dress herself. Her mind ran a mile a minute trying to find an experience that mimicked this one. Suddenly she remembered what happened at Concord Dawn with Mira. Biting her lip she tried to fish through the memory for something appropriate for Amelia. She couldn’t hold her or kiss her the way she did Mira.

Comfort was what she needed. So kneeling, Fiore patted the woman’s back and asked confused. “Who is she?” [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

The moment she felt the hand upon her back she recoiled slightly. Keeping herself curled up, her fists digging into the carpet as the tears continued to stream down her cheeks. Her body shuddered as she sobbed, and in that moment something over took her. Slowly her hand released the carpet before he slipped up Fiore's back, almost as if she were moving to hug the girl. Then her head shot up as her hand took a firm hold of her hair, her other hand grabbing the girls arm. Amelia's eyes flashed the vibrant blue as she jerked Fiore's head back to expose her neck. Her fangs revealed as she leaned her head back, ready to sink them into her flesh.

For a moment she stopped, something within her holding her back. A low growl escaped her lips as she kept a firm hold of Fiore's hair. Tightening her grip, she forced the girl to her feet. In a swift movement she threw Fiore to the bed. Slowly pivoting upon her foot, she moved in a graceful, fluid manner. Her vibrant blue hues upon Fiore and in what was almost an instant, she was on top of the girl.

Both of her hands held Fiore's wrists down to the mattress as she leaned forward. Her eyes settling upon her neck. Leaning her head back, her fangs shown again, revealing what was about to happen. Without a word Amelia lowered her head, her fangs grazing upon the soft flesh of the girl's throat. It was almost as if something else within her was controlling her, something else was guiding her actions. She was focused on a base desire, her thinking pushed away and only the emotions remained, in that instance she was truly the monster that many feared.

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[Fiore]

Everything happened in what felt like an instant. Fiore was caught off guard, which was a rare moment. She had given her full trust to Amelia and now it nearly bit her, which was still a possibility it seemed. There was no fear on the girl’s face, like she had stated she welcomed death as if it were an old friend. This old friend that had come knocking in her door several times since she was young. She felt the chill of the woman’s fangs against her neck and her mind began to work what and how she could get out of this. The girl was a fighter and she knew that Amelia knew the dangers of what she was doing.

It was a good thing Fiore had been able to put her armor back on, if she had been left in her sleep attire, the girl wouldn’t have had much leverage in this situation. Feeling the fangs draw closer to her neck, she could feel the sharpness of them and she did her best not to move anything from the shoulder up. If Amelia had sunk into her most primal of instincts, one drop of blood even if it was a pin prick would set off a frenzy. Despite Fiore not fearing death, she really didn’t feel like dying – like this, like some wild animal’s meal.

She subtly moved her wrist, a small blade slowly slid out of its hidden pocket and pressed against Amelia’s wrist. Fiore would have to overpower her only for a second to pierce the vital veins and arteries in the wrist, but if she had to – she would to survive. The young assassin hoped that this threat would be enough to knock Amelia out of her frenzy and return the woman back to the collected commander she served. Either way, one of them was going to perish here if the situation didn’t dial down. Fiore had no intention of dying tonight, not when she was so close to finding Mira.

The blade pressed against Amelia’s wrist, along with the second one making its way out of its hiding place on Fiore’s other wrist. Staring up into the dark ceiling she inhaled softly, keeping her heart rate as calm as possible. No need to tempt the beast. “Amelia. Let me go.” She waited and then spoke again, “If you bite me – I will be the last thing you ever taste.” With that, she moved her arm enough to press the tips of the sharp hidden blades against Amelia’s wrist – not enough to puncture, but enough to show she wasn’t messing around. Fiore didn’t want to do this, but she would if it came down to it. [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Amelia's grip tightened upon the young woman's wrists, and with a small movement she felt the blades sink slowly into her wrist. Though it wasn't far enough to cut through any vital vein, at least not yet. Leaning her head forward she brushed her fangs against that supple flesh again, her tongue pressing against her skin as he let out what could only be described as a bestial growl. A soft hiss escaped her lips as she felt the blades dig in a bit deeper from her own doing.

Those brilliant blue hues locked with Fiore as Amelia stayed over the girl, her legs straddling her waist as she leaned forward once more. Then something pulled at her mind, her head shooting up as she looked over her shoulder. Releasing her grip just enough, it then tightened as she pulled Fiore out from under her. To say she threw her would be an overstatement as it was more like a toss to the floor. The woman sitting upon the bed on her knees looking at her hands.

They shook as she saw the blood trickling down her wrist, her eyes remaining that blue before she looked back to Fiore. Quickly jumping from the bed, she reached down and grabbed her again, this time her hand upon her throat. Lifting her, she pressed her back up against the wall and held her up, looking into her eyes. Another low growl escaped her lips as she stood there, watching her before stepping forward.

Her other hand came up, ready to strike, though something stayed her hand. Her eyes grew wide as she stood there, watching Fiore, though within her mind the memories flooded back. Her grip loosening enough to let the woman fall from her grasp.

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