Title: Of Dark Minds and Red Liquid
Author: MezzoForte (Myself)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Status: Completed Oneshot
Pairing: Matt Engarde X Alita Tiala
Summary: SPOILERS FOR 2-4 AND 4-2 As a way of celebrating an early release from jail, Matt Engarde decides to throw a (not-so) little party at his mansion. Alita just so happens to be the lucky lady who catches his eye.

NOTE: This fic was written at 1 AM on a Wii. Errors and leaps of logic are to be expected.



Blood everywhere.

These thoughts were shouted in her mind, echoing as if they were spoken into a dark, never-ending cave. A whistling noise was made as the brown haired woman hungrily sucked in air. She was face up on a plush bed, legs and arms splayed across the mattress, eyes staring blankly at the high ceiling. The bedding was splattered with sticky droplets of blood, as well as her clothing and herself. She could feel the vibrations from the ongoing party downstairs and listened to the loud, booming music.

Alita Tiala touched her face. It was badly cut; thin slashes lining her countenance, congealing blood splashed everywhere. Her fingertips, caked with crimson liquid, traced the wounds. She winced and quickly withdrew as her injuries screamed with pain. A smile crawled across her face when she felt herself aching. She was a nurse, wasn't she? Touching fresh wounds with dirty hands can be one of the stupidest things you can do. And yet...

She enjoyed the pain. He even said she would. She didn't know how he'd managed to convince her so easily; after all, wasn't she the one manipulating people here?

It started out innocently enough. At the party, there were only a few words exchanged between them. Alita sighed as she thought about it: his voice was so easy to listen to, so calm. And then, the kiss. Oh, the kiss. Alita licked her lips. The taste of brandy lingered, images of the embrace flashing through her head.

But the scratching! It was only minutes before when the former actor managed to talk her into going into the bedroom. His demeanor had changed: he was more dangerous, more cunning somehow. His gaze was always hungry and ever so hypnoizing. The sheer charisma was tangible. So, when he ordered her to claw at her own face, she didn't think twice.

Her hand had been on the very tip of her brow when he roughly grabbed her fingers and jerked them across her eye, leaving two thin, but heavily bleeding slashes across her face. The pain was incredible, but short-lived and to Alita's surprise, blissful. The man leaned in and whispered reassurances to her, drawing her in closer as she bleed more and more...

And now here she was, waking up on the bed after collapsing from pain and fatigue. She'd only been out for 15 minutes or so, but it seemed like hours to her. She bolted upward as she heard footsteps and grabbed the nearest piece of fabric to cover up the bloody mess. She tried to hide the blood on her clothes with the bed sheets, but it was too late. She let out a shaky breath and stood to face...

...Her captivator. He smiled and took small steps toward the bloodstained woman. Alita wasn't at all surprised at the appearance of the man, much to his disbelief, and walked to him.

"About the mess-" she began, but was quickly cut off.

"Not now..." said the man, pressing a gloved hand to her blood smeared cheek. "...Let's talk about this later."

As their lips locked, only one thought pierced the brown haired woman's forever darkened mind:

"Again...here we go again..."


Comments and Constructive Crit welcome.

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Wow! This is a pair I've never really thought of! This is very dark, and to the point! I like it!

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