I Hope You Dance (Open)

[kelsea]

Kelsea wandered down the dark corridor to the dinning room, guitar in hand. Propping her guitar against the doorframe, she pushed open the door, uttering a sigh of annoyance as it protested on its squeaky hinges. "Oh just open up!" she snarled, knowing full well that as an inanimate object, the door could neither hear nor respond. "Finally." She muttered as the door slowly, painstakingly opened. The smallest hint of a smile flitted across the Lycan's face. The dining room, like the rest of the manor, was dark and dreary, yet held a certain quality of charm.

Kelsea walked over to the table, and pulled out one of the chairs, she pulled it towards the door where there was a little more light, and with her back to the door, sat down pulling her guitar into her lap. She played a few chords to warm up and practiced her finger scales. Soft music filled the air, her voice soon followed. The song held many memories for her. It was the song she and Ravyn used to dance to, the one that had been playing when they met.

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never
take one single breath for granted,
GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance....I hope you dance.

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin' might mean takin' chances but they're worth takin',
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin',
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sellin' out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

Dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance..
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone)

She heard the door opening behind her, but made no move to indicate that she knew someone was there, preferring to let them speak first

[Kale Cooper]

Early evening. The peaceful time in a Lycan's life. The sun hadn't completely gone down yet so there was some time to relax before you were sent off on some mission. Kale, however, found it hard to relax. His body had to be constantly moving for him to think clearly or not at all. Any relaxing moment meant thoughts of Aleera, his beloved and his enemy. It was forbidden to be with the enemy. Kale had to freeze his heart, turn his feelings for her into hatred and anger. It was the hardest thing for him to do, especially when his wedding band hung on a chain close to his heart.

Kale had himself propped against the wall in the corridor, his face towards the ceiling yielding a blank expression. He wouldn't be able to tell you how he was feeling or if he was even capable of emotions. The Lycan girls that had slept with him before could tell you that he had no heart, or at least none for them. They were there for pleasure only, there for a bedmate and nothing more. Too many times had he broken their hearts, but what hearts could they possibly possess?

Something had caught Kale's ear and he found himself drawn to the dining room. Music. Who would be playing music at a time like that? Who would be playing music, period? There was only one way to find out.

Kale pushed the doors open with an eerie squeak. The sound caused him to cringe slightly yet he continued through the door and shut it behind him. Before him sat Kelsea, his sire, the one that had turned him. She was beautiful in her own way but to Kale, there was no beauty. She was the one that had ripped him away from his Mortal life and he despised her for that yet he had grown to stand her in the sense that every so often, she was his bedmate.

Kale wasn't the kind to appreciate music, that was Kelsea's job but in Kale's eyes, a lycan didn't have love for anything, especially music. Angry at her, angry at himself, Kale snatched the guitar from her hands and smashed it against the table. Sure, he'd replace it for her later but right now he could care less about what was to come of him. He turned on her, his face inches from hers, his hands glued to the top of the chair keeping her prisoner in his small lycan cage.

"You're not much of a Lycan, are you?" he said coldly into her ear. "You make me sick," he continued.

Kelsea Morgan.
Kale's sire yet most despised individual.

"How I could allow someone like you in my bed is beyond me," he spat at her before pushing himself away.[/color]

[kelsea]

Kelsea jumped up and whirled around, blue-green eyes flashing in anger. “What the hell is your problem!?” she snarled. Then she saw who it was, “Ah…Kale. I should’ve known.” Her voice took on a seductive tone, as she stepped closer to him, her eyes flashed at his words and she pushed him against the wall, “How dare you speak to me that way? I created you!” she hissed in an angry voice, that still held the alluring thrill of danger and seduction. She looked over at her guitar, lying splintered on the stone floor. “You owe me a new guitar you know.” She purred. Blue-green eyes twinkled as she flashed a sultry yet dangerous smile. “What’s gotten you into such a disagreeable mood?” she asked.

Her eyes held his in a stare as she awaited his answer, she knew that despite his less than favorable attitude he respected her, and wouldn’t think of disobeying her. Or hurting her, well…physically anyway. “Well? I’m waiting!” she snapped coldly and impatiently. She fought back a smile, she had to admit, he was very good looking, but he wasn’t really her type. More of a plaything really.

Kale Cooper? How to describe him? Cold, aloof, not one for idle chit-chat, brutally honest. Much different from…Ravyn. Kelsea blinked quickly, the name brought up painful memories, memories that she knew Kale would viciously and sadistically torment her about, given the chance. She would not give him that chance. Her full pink lips formed themselves into a pout, “You don’t want to talk to me? Alright…” she said, as she turned and walked towards her ruined instrument, she glided slowly and gracefully across the floor, knowing that Kale would not be able to tear his eyes away from her.

Picking up her guitar, she sashayed back over, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Now, -her voice took on that dangerously seductive tone once more- “there’s two ways you can repay me for destroying one of my most prized personal possessions. Either buy me a new guitar. Or…” she laughed softly, “Well, I think you know what the alternative is…”

[Kale Cooper]

Kale hit the wall with a small 'thud' and he gave a slight wince. Pain was never any good but it was better than feeling nothing. All he could do was smirk as she yelled at him. Making Kelsea angry was entertaining to Kale, the only highlight of his day. She didn't create him, she created a monster.

He glared at her, "You'll get your stupid guitar," he muttered as she pinned him.

She wanted to know what was bothering him? Kale gave a snicker, as if she didn't already know. She was his problem, had been since the day his immortal life had started. But, alas, he wouldn't answer her, he had no desire to. He could sense her eying him up and he kept the smirk on his face. When she formed a pout, he rolled his eyes. Why woman thought that it would make a man confess their deepest, darkest secrets was a mystery and it definitely wouldn't work for him.

He stood still against the wall as she turned away, "Why would I want to talk to you, Kelsea? You never have anything interesting to say," he ended his sentence with a short chuckle.

She made it seem as if she was irresistible, but she wasn't. All Kale had to do was look away, and he did but not before his eyes glanced down to her waist. All those nights with her meant nothing to him yet the image of her in his bed was burned into his memory. He turned his attention back to her as she lifted the shattered guitar off the ground. He knew he had to replace it, just as he had replaced all the others he had broken. Now she was listing off the ways to repay her. He grabbed her wrists and turned on her so she was now against the all. He moved in slowly and was an inch from her lips before he laughed.

"You will not treat me like some pet," he spat at her, "You'll get your damn guitar tomorrow," he answered her. "Don't think that for once I was considering the alternative."

Kale released her and walked to the dining room windows and peered out. There was to be a full moon tonight, he could only guess what his brethren would be doing tonight.[/color]

[kelsea]

Thud. Kelsea slammed against the wall, eyes flashing with rage. A long nailed hand flashed out, striking Kale across the face, the sound of skin on skin reverberated around the room. Two of her nails had left bloody scratches on his cheek. "And you will not touch me in that manner again!" she snarled. She shoved him away from her, blood boiling with fury. "Damn right I'll get my guitar tomorrow!" she snapped, "Otherwise, there's gonna be hell to pay!"

She laughed at his next words, "And what makes you think I was actually serious about that? I'd sooner sleep with a toad than you! Actually, the toad would probably be better looking too!"

Kale was standing where he was blocking the door, Kelsea stood in front of him, hands on hips and eyes glittering with anger. "Now I suggest you get the hell out of my way, before I blast you out of my way!" she snarled, holding up her gun that she always carried with her in a threatening manner.