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Once Again	By : betrayedsuccubus Category: M through R > Matrix, The (All) > Matrix, The (All) Views: 1724 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Matrix universe, I do not own The Matrix or any of its content unfortunately. I don't make any money off of this, it's just for fun and because I can't get it out of my head.

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They wake at the exact same moment. There is a warmth between them; Pandora. A knock comes from the suite door again. She stirs between them, whimpering in her sleep. They extricate themselves from her and the tangled sheets.
Who would dare? We walk silently through the living room. Phasing through the door and into our clothes at the same time. A low level program is standing at the door, about to knock again.
“Why are you here disturbing us?” We say, letting our anger drip into every word
“The Merovingian has a job for you, immediately.” He says, taking a step backwards.
It had to be this morning, of all mornings.

Everything hurts. Why does everything hurt? I try to move; ugh, no, bad idea. I lay still as the events of last night come back to me. I fell asleep tangled up in both of them, but now the bed to either side of me is empty. I’m chilled and the cold finally prompts me to open my eyes and sit up. Pain shoots through my flesh as I move, stretching the cuts on my back. The room is empty. I look to my right and notice a piece of paper on the nightstand, and pick it up. The handwriting is elegant and precise, exactly like them.

Pandora,
We are sorry that we had to leave, but we were called away to a job. There is a bell by the door; it will call a maid who can get you anything you may need.

One, Two.

I smile inadvertently, perhaps what I’ve heard about them was wrong, they cared enough to leave a note, and to make sure I was taken care of. Or maybe this is their way of getting rid of me, not having to face me in the light of day. The cynical part of me takes over. They’re probably just trying to get rid of me now. I’m just another on their list of conquests. I made peace with that last night, but the tenderness of how they held me afterwards keeps creeping into my mind. Their note leaves no clues as to their feelings. Whether the remorse they express in the note is genuine is a mystery. The enigma of their feelings needs to be tabled for now. I have some very basic needs to fulfill, The first of which is the bathroom and a shower.
There is an open door to the right of the bed that I can see leads to a bathroom. I pad across the icy floor and into the bathroom. After finishing my business I wash my hands and look at myself in the mirror, my hair is a complete mess, I desperately need a shower. My god, the shower is huge, completely encased in glass; it’s like a beacon to me. I turn the handle and water pours out from high on the wall. It’s steaming almost immediately, and I gingerly step under the cascade, hissing as the hot water burns in my cuts and bruises. The white tiles under my feet turn red. The dried blood stuck to my skin is liquefied by the hot water and pours down my body. The hot water starts to ease the pain of the welts as the water finally starts to run clear. I lather their soap in my hands and savor the scent I detected on them last night. I relish the feeling of rubbing the smell into my skin one last time. After a long time in the hot water I finally turn the handle off as the stream of water fades. The bathroom is filled with steam and I imagine what it would be like if they were here with me. I shake my head clear of my fantasies and wrap myself in a plush towel from the shelf on the wall. I pad out into the bedroom then realize that all my clothes except my boots were cut to pieces last night. I can't make it home in just thigh high boots, The dress would work if I had a longer coat, but my short leather jacket will show my entire ass hanging out of the back of my shredded dress. I walk into the living room to retrieve my dress to find it neatly folded on the couch, I pick it up... and its fine. It's better than fine. It looks brand new. There literally isn't even a seam where it should be if someone had mended it. I turn it inside out to confirm, no seam, no stitches, no nothing. Did they get me a new dress? No, I've had this one for ages, there is no way it's in stores anymore. How the heck did they fix it?
I pull it over my head and at least I'm decent enough to go out in public, even if its painfully obvious I'm doing a walk of shame. I sit on one of their couches and pull on my boots slowly. I get that they wouldn't want to be here for the awkward morning after the one night stand. They don't seem like the kind to want more than the physical outlet for the night. I can't say I'm not a little sad. The night was incredible, they were incredible. I feel like all future sex is going to be ruined for me now.
I groan and get up. Pressing the little button by the door I barely have a second to wait before there is a knock at the door. I open it to find a short women with her mousy hair in a bun and a very old fashioned maid uniform. Her hands are shaking and here eyes are wide.
"What can I do for you miss?" She squeaks out.
"Oh, I need to get back to Reflex. I don't know the way out." She eyes me up and down like she's looking at a ghost.
"Yes, of course, please follow me." She manages to choke out before leading the way back through the labyrinthine château. Is something wrong with her or what? She seems traumatized. She unlocks a door in front of us that I'm not entirely sure is the same door I came in last night but it opens up onto the balcony at the club.
"Anything else miss?" she says looking at the floor.
"Is something wrong?" I ask against my better judgement.
"No Miss! Everything is fine!" She exclaims, hands still shaking.
I give her a long look "Alright, thank you." I step back into the club and the door shuts behind me. The lights are on full blast and the janitor is mopping by the stage as I make my way down the stairs. He looks up then goes back to his work.
I manage to hail a cab quickly and get back to the privacy of my apartment in one piece.
Everything from last night is like a dream, or better yet when Alice went down the rabbit hole. There's no way that chateau is inside the uptown building the club is in. My dress is fine, not cut up. The Twins were too in synch, almost as if they could read each other's minds. I had heard the club owner was strange... but this whole thing was beyond weird. Maybe I was drugged? I doubt it though, I felt alert, barely even buzzed after that drink. It was like another reality, far from the dirty streets and the dark heat of the club. Real Alice in Wonderland shit. I can feel the little cuts on my back though, it was real.
In reality I did not get very much sleep at all. It's only 9 a.m. according to my phone, and my set finished at 1. I do the math and I probably only got four or five hours. Not terrible, but not great. I make myself a bowl of cereal in my tiny kitchen. Just a little breakfast snack then I'll go back to bed. Maybe things will make more sense after more sleep.

I'm woken up by my phone vibrating off the nightstand. I struggle with the faded quilt and scramble to pick it up. LEXI reads the caller ID along with a picture of my blonde best friend in a silly birthday had with a smile on her face and a shot glass in her hand. I hit the button.
"Hi?"
"Pandora, how did your gig at Reflex go? I'm not waking you up am I?"
"No, not at all," I lie. "It went really well I think everyone seemed happy."
"Did they book you again? What did the manager say?"
"Oh, um, I'm not sure..." I realize I didn't talk to him, or any other staff last night.
"You're not sure?" Lexi's voice is skeptical. "Was the manager busy or something? That doesn't sound like you to not have a follow up with them."
It's totally not like me. "Yeah, there was some trouble with a guy he was handling. Boss didn't look to happy so I didn't want to talk to him while he was in a bad mood."
"Oh, well, hopefully he wants you back! Let me know as soon as you talk to him!"
"I will." I say, putting her on speaker and flipping to my banking app. Pending Deposit: $300. I inwardly squeal with excitement. That was fast.
"Wait, I gotta go Pan, there's a customer coming in. bye." and Lexi hangs up. I set the phone down and stretch feeling all the sore spots from last night. I've got a couple of hours before my "normal" job of waitressing. It pays the bills while I try to make it singing. I sigh and get up to at least get some laundry done before my shift this evening.
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