Post by glamorousgnome on Mar 21, 2008 22:47:16 GMT -8
That's exactly what the endless files in my computer are- an attic.
So this is something i scrounged up from the dozens and dozens and dozens of files in the attic. thought i'd post it-
i dont think its a very good version of both sienna and andrew, and obviously this doesn't happen in the main vamp plotline, but heres an odd little detour anyway-
She stood in the hallway, with suitcases at her side, crying into the dark and empty mahogany doorframe. With shuddering shoulders, she took another step forward, plucking the suitcases heavily up into her palms as she strode. Never look back, Sienna. Never look back. There is nothing here for you-
“Sienna?”
The suitcases thudded. She turned slowly, hardly able to discern the face in the dark, but recognizing the voice. Trembling, she bit her lip and shook her head. “G-Good evening, Andrew,” she greeted, as if nothing was wrong. Her voice hardly echoed, but greeted the quiet night walls with a dull thump.
“I’ve been thinking…” he stated rather slowly, stepping forward. She could hear his footsteps coming closer, and a flash of silver from his coat in the thin sliver of moonlight smiled at her. “You’ve been acting strange since Adrien…well…we’ve all been so worried. And I know you don’t approve of me, but perhaps I could help-”
“I’ve been thinking too, Andrew,” she rather quietly slipped, her eyes flicking like illusions as she swayed ever so slightly. It was then that Andrew stepped into the light, one foot closer, and she trembled with tears. He was handsome indeed, and the coat… “There is someway that you could help…”
He nodded his head, and she could discern the uncertainty that had taken over his features. He was concerned, and in no way delighted at the offer. “Yes?” he asked curiously.
“Come closer, Andrew,” she ordered. Tears were silently ripping down her skin, and she was trembling so thoroughly that she had to bite her lip with force to calm it somewhat. He obeyed, taking another step, but this time out of the slit of light from the part of an uncurtained window part. “These are my suitcases.” There was silence, and he did not answer with anything but even breath. “I need you to do this for me…” She was slow, trailing off, but placed her shaking palm against Andrew’s cheek.
“Those women that come to you, that you bring back to your room…” She paused for a rather loud sob, and put a fist to her eyes so that she could continue. “Do they feel loved?”
“Very much, Sienna,” he replied, but he wanted to stamp himself, to hit himself as he answered. He felt filthy from her accusation. He trailed off. “You’re crying- What did he-”
She put her hand to his mouth and leaned closer to him. “Shh…No talk of him...Talk of you.” With a pause, she dropped her hands away from him and sighed. “Ever since you met me,” she countered, “Your eyes have followed me like I was some common girl to bow to your wishes.”
“Sienna, no-”
“But isn’t it true?” she interrupted with a raise of her brow. “Haven’t so many women bowed to your wishes? Andrew, have you ever struck a woman? Felt it in your anger?” She spat this out so bitterly that the hall shuddered.
Andrew was silent for a moment afterward, the tension following his every breath. He thought of Adrien’s fight with Tobias, and of how violent Adrien had grown toward his friends. Stealing a glance at Sienna, he imagined that a mark was currently gashed across her face from his spiting hand.
“Have you?” she asked more urgently, coming closer, curious toward his thoughts.
And he answered: “Never.”
“Then you must do this for me…” she begged. Her breath began to cloud as the temperature in the room dropped with the increasing darkness. She had abandoned the suitcases, forgotten about them, and making up her mind, she took Andrew by the hand. “Am I a woman or not?”
He swallowed in his throat with discomfort and his eyes tried to pinpoint hers in the shadows. He had a feeling, a vague feeling what she was asking, but it did not make sense to him, and so he furrowed his brow and attributed the thought to his imagination. “Yes. A woman. But what-”
“Those women you make feel so loved,” she replied determinedly, her eyes flooded with angry tears, “I want to be one of them.”
Andrew’s heart thudded in his chest as she spoke, and he turned quickly away from her, crossing his arms, and pushing her palm coldly down. Every second that passed by, he imagined Adrien coming down the stairs or through the door and holding a gun to his head for even allowing Sienna to voice such
adulterous desires.
“Please, Andrew,” she begged, coming up and massaging his shoulders in desperation. He simply shrugged her hands away. “Please,” she continued, growing slightly angrier and more despaired. “If your answer is no then I leave this house. I can’t remain here with this feeling…this feeling inside of me…”
“What feeling inside of you?” he barked rather rudely.
“This feeling inside of me! Where I stare into a mirror and I hate myself! I see this mark on my face and I feel so worthless, Andrew! The man I have given all to loves himself more than me, and the drink more than himself!” Andrew still stood there with an expression of disbelief on his face, and Sienna decided to change tactics. Attempting to wipe away the remaining tears, but failing, she continued, “I would treat you so well, Andrew-”
“Pleasure won’t sway me,” and he was rather insulted by her attempt, and her assumption that it was all he lived for. His morals were loose, but there were some principles that even Andrew Baron felt he could not encroach on- and that was the sacredness of his friend’s marriage.
“So well…” she faded, tears surging through her lids again. Running a hand through her cherry stained hair, Andrew’s face caught the moonlight again. It made her despair, and turning away again, she plucked her traveling trunks from the ground and approached the door. “Tell Adrien that you never saw me-”
Andrew gazed at her retreating form with a fighting confusion. Begging in a soft voice, he swallowed. “Sienna. Adrien loves you….Where are you going?”
“I-I don’t know,” she trailed. “But I can’t stay here.” The streets opened narrowly to her as she pulled the curtain back from the window to scout her future. It was quiet, desolate, and it took the breath from her. “Knowing that I have no power…” But Andrew simply stood there with the most pitiful of expressions. “You’ve been a good friend. All of you have. And I’m sorry that I ever put you in this position.”
~
It was twenty minutes that Andrew stood in that hallway in disbelief. He had watched her feminine form retreat into the evening, and it made him vaguely attracted, yet vaguely afraid of what would become of them all. Disembodied thoughts pounded in his skull, and he found that he could not move.
The door was still wide open, and the curtains fluttered about him, playing with the moon and the shadows on waves. The temperature dropped further from the breeze, but he did not move to block it away. Twenty minutes he stood like this, simply wondering how a woman so beautiful could be made to feel so worthless, could be made to feel so unloved.
Twenty-one minutes and he had pressed his lips against hers, pulling her back in the direction of the breeze to the mansion. She had not left the street side in all of those twenty minutes, but had been sitting on her suitcases at the first fork in the road, tearfully grieving with fear of the future.
When he stood her up, she pressed her face into his chest and wiped her tears on his collar. She could feel his warm muscles beneath his shirt and feel his even warmer breath on the top of her head. Step by step, they hurried back toward the mansion, where the door slammed, the curtains ceased fluttering, and mud-ridden footsteps carried bodies up the stairs.
~
-I would treat you so well, Andrew.-
He brushed his hands across her shoulders as they lie in the silken sheets of his room. The bed smelled of cologne and guilty pleasures, causing Sienna to feel her judgment flit further and further away from her. A rough and mismatched pile of their clothes had fallen to the ground beside the bed, and the soft breeze was again coming through the window to ruffle their hair, the curtains, and the sheets.
A feeling of passion had over swept, but it was not for the man that caressed and drove her forward. It was for the vibrant colors of the room, and the feeling of sweating sheets against her shins. With painted lips, she breathed an air of power that seemed to transfer from him to her.
As she moved with him, it was as if she were bound by ropes, and as she struggled against this bondage, she could only remember with craving the way Adrien could set her free. The passion and power came to her when she remembered the freedom, and suddenly, Andrew was nothing but a used and surmounted obstacle.
“Andrew…” she whispered, lying by his side with deep, calming breaths. The ceiling spun above them as Andrew glanced with wide, terrified, and guilty eyes. “Andrew…I’m sorry…” Used. With a single long and massaging kiss to his fingers, she left his bedside to repair life with the one she loved.
So this is something i scrounged up from the dozens and dozens and dozens of files in the attic. thought i'd post it-
i dont think its a very good version of both sienna and andrew, and obviously this doesn't happen in the main vamp plotline, but heres an odd little detour anyway-
She stood in the hallway, with suitcases at her side, crying into the dark and empty mahogany doorframe. With shuddering shoulders, she took another step forward, plucking the suitcases heavily up into her palms as she strode. Never look back, Sienna. Never look back. There is nothing here for you-
“Sienna?”
The suitcases thudded. She turned slowly, hardly able to discern the face in the dark, but recognizing the voice. Trembling, she bit her lip and shook her head. “G-Good evening, Andrew,” she greeted, as if nothing was wrong. Her voice hardly echoed, but greeted the quiet night walls with a dull thump.
“I’ve been thinking…” he stated rather slowly, stepping forward. She could hear his footsteps coming closer, and a flash of silver from his coat in the thin sliver of moonlight smiled at her. “You’ve been acting strange since Adrien…well…we’ve all been so worried. And I know you don’t approve of me, but perhaps I could help-”
“I’ve been thinking too, Andrew,” she rather quietly slipped, her eyes flicking like illusions as she swayed ever so slightly. It was then that Andrew stepped into the light, one foot closer, and she trembled with tears. He was handsome indeed, and the coat… “There is someway that you could help…”
He nodded his head, and she could discern the uncertainty that had taken over his features. He was concerned, and in no way delighted at the offer. “Yes?” he asked curiously.
“Come closer, Andrew,” she ordered. Tears were silently ripping down her skin, and she was trembling so thoroughly that she had to bite her lip with force to calm it somewhat. He obeyed, taking another step, but this time out of the slit of light from the part of an uncurtained window part. “These are my suitcases.” There was silence, and he did not answer with anything but even breath. “I need you to do this for me…” She was slow, trailing off, but placed her shaking palm against Andrew’s cheek.
“Those women that come to you, that you bring back to your room…” She paused for a rather loud sob, and put a fist to her eyes so that she could continue. “Do they feel loved?”
“Very much, Sienna,” he replied, but he wanted to stamp himself, to hit himself as he answered. He felt filthy from her accusation. He trailed off. “You’re crying- What did he-”
She put her hand to his mouth and leaned closer to him. “Shh…No talk of him...Talk of you.” With a pause, she dropped her hands away from him and sighed. “Ever since you met me,” she countered, “Your eyes have followed me like I was some common girl to bow to your wishes.”
“Sienna, no-”
“But isn’t it true?” she interrupted with a raise of her brow. “Haven’t so many women bowed to your wishes? Andrew, have you ever struck a woman? Felt it in your anger?” She spat this out so bitterly that the hall shuddered.
Andrew was silent for a moment afterward, the tension following his every breath. He thought of Adrien’s fight with Tobias, and of how violent Adrien had grown toward his friends. Stealing a glance at Sienna, he imagined that a mark was currently gashed across her face from his spiting hand.
“Have you?” she asked more urgently, coming closer, curious toward his thoughts.
And he answered: “Never.”
“Then you must do this for me…” she begged. Her breath began to cloud as the temperature in the room dropped with the increasing darkness. She had abandoned the suitcases, forgotten about them, and making up her mind, she took Andrew by the hand. “Am I a woman or not?”
He swallowed in his throat with discomfort and his eyes tried to pinpoint hers in the shadows. He had a feeling, a vague feeling what she was asking, but it did not make sense to him, and so he furrowed his brow and attributed the thought to his imagination. “Yes. A woman. But what-”
“Those women you make feel so loved,” she replied determinedly, her eyes flooded with angry tears, “I want to be one of them.”
Andrew’s heart thudded in his chest as she spoke, and he turned quickly away from her, crossing his arms, and pushing her palm coldly down. Every second that passed by, he imagined Adrien coming down the stairs or through the door and holding a gun to his head for even allowing Sienna to voice such
adulterous desires.
“Please, Andrew,” she begged, coming up and massaging his shoulders in desperation. He simply shrugged her hands away. “Please,” she continued, growing slightly angrier and more despaired. “If your answer is no then I leave this house. I can’t remain here with this feeling…this feeling inside of me…”
“What feeling inside of you?” he barked rather rudely.
“This feeling inside of me! Where I stare into a mirror and I hate myself! I see this mark on my face and I feel so worthless, Andrew! The man I have given all to loves himself more than me, and the drink more than himself!” Andrew still stood there with an expression of disbelief on his face, and Sienna decided to change tactics. Attempting to wipe away the remaining tears, but failing, she continued, “I would treat you so well, Andrew-”
“Pleasure won’t sway me,” and he was rather insulted by her attempt, and her assumption that it was all he lived for. His morals were loose, but there were some principles that even Andrew Baron felt he could not encroach on- and that was the sacredness of his friend’s marriage.
“So well…” she faded, tears surging through her lids again. Running a hand through her cherry stained hair, Andrew’s face caught the moonlight again. It made her despair, and turning away again, she plucked her traveling trunks from the ground and approached the door. “Tell Adrien that you never saw me-”
Andrew gazed at her retreating form with a fighting confusion. Begging in a soft voice, he swallowed. “Sienna. Adrien loves you….Where are you going?”
“I-I don’t know,” she trailed. “But I can’t stay here.” The streets opened narrowly to her as she pulled the curtain back from the window to scout her future. It was quiet, desolate, and it took the breath from her. “Knowing that I have no power…” But Andrew simply stood there with the most pitiful of expressions. “You’ve been a good friend. All of you have. And I’m sorry that I ever put you in this position.”
~
It was twenty minutes that Andrew stood in that hallway in disbelief. He had watched her feminine form retreat into the evening, and it made him vaguely attracted, yet vaguely afraid of what would become of them all. Disembodied thoughts pounded in his skull, and he found that he could not move.
The door was still wide open, and the curtains fluttered about him, playing with the moon and the shadows on waves. The temperature dropped further from the breeze, but he did not move to block it away. Twenty minutes he stood like this, simply wondering how a woman so beautiful could be made to feel so worthless, could be made to feel so unloved.
Twenty-one minutes and he had pressed his lips against hers, pulling her back in the direction of the breeze to the mansion. She had not left the street side in all of those twenty minutes, but had been sitting on her suitcases at the first fork in the road, tearfully grieving with fear of the future.
When he stood her up, she pressed her face into his chest and wiped her tears on his collar. She could feel his warm muscles beneath his shirt and feel his even warmer breath on the top of her head. Step by step, they hurried back toward the mansion, where the door slammed, the curtains ceased fluttering, and mud-ridden footsteps carried bodies up the stairs.
~
-I would treat you so well, Andrew.-
He brushed his hands across her shoulders as they lie in the silken sheets of his room. The bed smelled of cologne and guilty pleasures, causing Sienna to feel her judgment flit further and further away from her. A rough and mismatched pile of their clothes had fallen to the ground beside the bed, and the soft breeze was again coming through the window to ruffle their hair, the curtains, and the sheets.
A feeling of passion had over swept, but it was not for the man that caressed and drove her forward. It was for the vibrant colors of the room, and the feeling of sweating sheets against her shins. With painted lips, she breathed an air of power that seemed to transfer from him to her.
As she moved with him, it was as if she were bound by ropes, and as she struggled against this bondage, she could only remember with craving the way Adrien could set her free. The passion and power came to her when she remembered the freedom, and suddenly, Andrew was nothing but a used and surmounted obstacle.
“Andrew…” she whispered, lying by his side with deep, calming breaths. The ceiling spun above them as Andrew glanced with wide, terrified, and guilty eyes. “Andrew…I’m sorry…” Used. With a single long and massaging kiss to his fingers, she left his bedside to repair life with the one she loved.
