Silence and Audra - Chapter 3

Here it is! Sorry I haven't been on for a really really long time. I hate homework. ; )
Kay, the pic is of Silence. I know her hair is crappy but I had to do the job myself because originally her hair was blond... yeah... hope you like it.
-Zella New
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"Excuse me?" Rose asked, her voice animated with the sharpness, with the shock of someone calling her a bitch.

I knew it was kind of wrong. But I was pissed at Rose, and very protective of my little, young, innocent Becky who couldn't defend herself for a bag of twinkys- our favorite food. So, instead of biting my lip, looking to the right, and muttering a sorry like normal, I raise my chin, curl my fists, and stare into Rose's flat brown eyes that were unwavering.

Silently, we glared at each other like that for God knows how long. Beside me, I hardly noticed as Becky shifted, her face a shade of scarlet as the heat rose to her cheeks and and the tips of her ears. Finally, the old lady in front of me gave up, her glare not what it use to be. Instead she goes for talking. "I will not be talked to that way, young lady."

I felt the side of my mouth twitch. Then, allowing my humor to show, I tipped up the right side my my mouth, feeling my Angels' kiss on the center of my bottom lip stretching. "And I will not tolerate you talking to Becky that way, Rose." I said her name, honey dripping off my words. With a sigh, Becky started talking again.

"That wont be necessary." Becky said, and I turned to see her cheeks whitening slightly. "Grandma Rose, please excuse Silence, she tends to do what she wants."

I sighed, knowing I had probably crossed some line. I would need to be more polite. Playing with my piercing, I shifted into a more open positioning, listening to Rose as she went on with rules. "No loud mouth talking, no disturbing me. Bible study will be after dinner, your welcome to either join or read your own books." Looking strait at me she said, "You will respect my privacy and I will respect yours."

Something in me wanted to stick out my tongue at her. But instead I stood there, stiff and uncomfortable. Something in me however, wanted to laugh at the silly old woman, to know that this was her way of saying hello, her pleasant side. Something in me wanted to rearrange the slight flaws of the room and lay on the floor, curling up by the empty fireplace.

Rose stood, then showed us through the house. Showing us the huge kitchen, the door to the cellar below, the door to the inside garden in the back. To the long row of rooms that were now unused. To the living room like parlor and the stairs, at the long, long row of rooms. She already, had picked out rooms for us. I was at the very end, the Black Room, it was called. I rolled my eyes, gave Becky a flash of a smile, then walked into the room, shutting it behind me.

I squished up my nose in disgust. The room lived up to it's name. It was all black lace and satin, the curtains drawn back so tight that none of the pretty winter light outside showed through and into the room. As I walked into the room, stumbling in the near darkness, I pulled back the thin lace curtains to let some light it, glaring at the room.

I hatted it. I wanted something prettier. I wanted bare wooden roofs and floors, I wanted slanted walls, I wanted patches of color that danced across the walls. With a final glare, I took out my comforter- a bright array of a neon rainbow, and traded it for the black one. then I took off the black lace articles- one by one, trading it for plastic perfume bottles and lotions and the show of metal and gold that I put through the holes in my body, three and counting.

When I was done making the room as comfy as I could, I stepped out of the room and down to the stairs, knowing Becky would find her way down herself. I needed to find the music room if I was to survive this horrible place for the next two years.

I stopped outside Rose's office/ library, hearing two distinct voices. "They shouldn't be here Rose, you know that." A male's voice, young, husky, sexy sounding voice. I froze though, realizing that voices was directed to me and Becky.

"Yes. And who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do, Jace?" Rose asked, speaking her words carefully to her Grandson. She sounded as if she was treading on egg shells compared to what she had sounded like with me. She liked Jace, I realized with a shock, maybe even loved.

"No. But I know that her visit is tearing you apart. It's alright to have April's daughter here, but to have the other one? One that doesn't even belong to the family?" His voice sounded strange through the door, choked.

I narrowed my eyes. So I was the wrong one was I? Before I could stop myself, I walked through the door, not knocking. Rose shot her head up to glance at me, then her shallow brown eyes narrowed in hatred, her emotion making them slightly larger, slightly prettier. Like shallow pools of clear brown glass. The boy however, had his back to me. Randomly he grabbed a book, and without looking up he began to read.

I looked at his backside for the briefest moment, summing him up. Rounded shoulders, thin waist, the muscles of a football player but the clothes of a skater. His black hair was slightly choppy cut, emo style. I looked down to his baggy dark red and black skinny jeans. A nice ass too.

I glanced back to Rose, feeling myself smile pleasantly. "Tell me Rose, do outsiders get to eat in this house? Or do they eat out?" The figure beside me froze, shocked that I had come outright in saying I had eased dropped on there little gossip season.

Rose however, looked pleased. For the first time, her thin, controlled, serious face turned up. Her brown eyes danced with glee. She looked honestly pleased by the confrontation, a tip I would need to remember. "Yes. You may eat here."

I gave a lazy sigh and walked over to the wall of books, purposely standing in front of Jace so he could see me. Study me as I talked about him. "And this Jace person I keep hearing about? Will he be polite enough to actually talk to my face? Or must I keep hiding behind doors to just hear his voice?"

I refrained a glance at him, and craned my neck to look at Rose. She still looked unbelievably happy. Which surprised me more than the fact that her body was unconsciously leaning toward Jace and his direction. Yes, she loved him. But how much?

"Why don't you ask him?" She said, her voice low.

I turned to look at Jace, for the first time actually seeing his face. With a shock, I felt my eyes widen and I refrained from twirling my black hair like a school girl. He was better looking in the front than his back. He had those classic features, the kind you find in old black and white movies, flawless, chiseled, delicate to the point that they were manly. And those eyes! I knew those eyes, from somewhere. They were a startling green gold. With a luscious moss color and bands of gold that rapped around the iris like vines, twirling and mixing with the moss colored green. They were decorated by thick black lashes that made me jealous, and a temple piercing to his right.

I felt myself go into a full blown smile. "Why hello, name's Silence." I said, turning my eyes within his, counting all the gold bands, seeing something within them...

He looked away, and frowning, I turned to him, my hands on my hips. "Fine then, be that way!" I mumbled under my breath, refraining from cursing at the guy. No wonder there had been a girl on that back of that motorbike, he had that certain attitude that could even make a girl like me go crazy over.

"Diner is at Seven." Was the only reply I got, from Rose or Jace.
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I met Becky and the others in the dinning room as seven, having unpacked my long selection of books and necessities that were unessential for living. And I found my phone! I had though I hadn't packed my sleek, black NV Touch in my things, but there they were, laying with my mystery books and my Anne Rice books.

Perfect.

I walked down, trying to answer all of my texts without getting more. Finally I gave up and forwarded and bunch of "Yea, I'm cool here. Grands a bitch though." To everyone, making it easier to figure out whose conversation was with who.

"Hey." Becky said, already sitting down at the table in the middle of the eating room, the pictures of animals and wildlife decorating the walls. I sat down across from her, leaving the heads of the table empty. Instead of answering, I moaned at the text I just got, just as Jace was about to sit down in his chair. He stopped, halfway down in the sitting position when his eyes moved to me, his eyebrows in the perfect arch. "What is it?" Becky asked, used to my random moans of pleasure and displeasure.

I raised my phone to show her the text that Tori had sent me, an out of state, amazing College friend. "I still get Party Texts! There's going to be a major one in the Frat Dorm over in San Diego University!" I complained, wishing I was there by now. College guys who were in a class that had to do with things blowing up- like most of them did- they knew how to throw an awesome freakin party.

Becky raised an eyebrow. Something I wished I could do so much. "Isn't that the party you went to for like, a week long?"

I smiled at the memory. "It was Hell week." I said, "Tori made me participate and they actually did that horrible Urban Legend were you have to take off your clothes while they circle your fat in red marker." I felt my smile grow. "The only thing they circled on me was the tattoo I have."

Becky laughed. I was thin, curved but thin. For my five five body I was only one-hundred and seventeen something pounds. Pretty damn good for someone who can guzzle like a mother-

"This is why you are here." Rose said, walking in with a nasty looking bowl of white gooey stuff and placed it on the table. "You are immature and you party to much."

I shrugged, putting my phone on silent and putting it away in my back pocket. "Never said I wasn't." I winked at the old woman, knowing my charm and humor was lost on her. "But who says you can't have a little fun, eh?"

The woman's face paled and she served herself. In silence, we all sat, serving ourselves and passing the dish of white goo and brown crusty stuff. As I passed it to Jace, I noticed with disdain that he avoided finger and eye contact.

When we were all served, I watched as they all placed there elbows on the table, closed there eyes, and bowed there heads over folded fingers. I didn't join them. "For although they knew God, they did not honor him as God or give thanks to him, but they became futile in their thinking, and their foolish hearts were darkened. May we never have foolish, darkened hearts and always give thanks to our Lord."

"Amen." They all said in union, and I played with my lip ring in thought. What a depressing saying. As I testingly poked my white mussy stuff, I realized with horror that it was some type of mash potatoes. "I did not here your 'amen', Silence." Rose said, her spine stiff as watched me poke the brown crusty stuff, some type of casserole.

"I don't practice in the Religion of God." Or Jesus, or Budism, or any other belief that there is something greater out there, something that dominates the humans on such a large scale that he or she actually created us.

"An occult?" Rose asked, and I turned to Jace to see him actually eating the mussy white potato thing. He didn't seem to taste it. I frowned, then turned to Becky who was sipping her glass patiently.

"Sorry. If I don't believe in upstairs, I don't believe in the basement." I said, then took a test of the potato disaster. I almost gagged, reaching out for my water to my right.

Rose frowned while Becky hid her smile in her glass. "Then what? You have to believe in something."

I sighed, then frowned over at the woman. Why did she care so much about what I believed or didn't believe in? "I believe in believing in what I see. In my opinion there is no such thing as vampires, as Faeries, as God or the damned Devil. They are simply the images and believing of men who lived long long ago, when fever raked there minds and stories were passed down by word of mouth." I winced as Becky kicked me under the table. A light kick, but from her, it hurt none the same. "But it's only an opinion."

There was silence, and I tried the burned brown thing. As bad as the potatoes- which smelled like vinegar and feet from here. As I chocked down my water, I felt tears sting in my eyes. "Wow." I chocked out, ignoring the muffled laughter from Jace. With a burst of happiness, I realized that he wasn't completely ignoring me. Then my happiness turned sour. Why should I care what he thought?

Using my anger, I turned toward Rose. "Who cooks this?" I asked.

"Me."

I nodded. "Maybe I should cook."

She narrowed her eyes. "You think you can do better than me?"

"Si, is quite good at cooking. She and dad does it all the time." Becky said, talking into her untouched plate.

More silence followed, and I felt myself wanting to scream to end it. Thankfully, Jace stood up and said, "I'll be studying now."

"With who?" Rose looked troubled by this.

"Just Cristy, Alex, and Megan again." He said.

I popped in. Honestly I didn't know what it was, but I wanted to make these people miserable with my loud-mouth. I could be quite unpleasant when I want to be, and my mind had already agreed to use that mouth to it's full potential. "Like you were studying this morning?" I asked, smiling sweetly at Jace.

"Yes." He was stiff all over. "You saw me?"

I nodded, "You were quite bad at it, if you ask me. Your technique was horrible and you had to wait a bit longer." I said, recalling his motor bike prank.

Rose looked between us. "Since when has there ever been a proper technique to studying?" She sounded bitter, bitter that we had met prior to her office meeting.

I only smiled dangerously at Jace, knowing by the look in his eyes that he was pissed, and he knew. I had leverage over him now, I would use it. "Have fun!" I said cheerfully to his backside as he stormed out of the house.

A few minutes latter the sound of his dirt bike could be heard, leaving the house behind with a little too much throttle.