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A much needed reprieve	By : angelicaLioncourt Category: -Movies Misc > General Views: 820 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had to be tonight of all nights that Cuda invited father Daniel over for dinner. Jill really didn’t mind it that much. For being the pastor of the only church in town, he was surprisingly approachable. He was a young man, in his mid to late thirties. Kind eyes, kinder smile, and little to no qualms for imbibing at six thirty on a weekday.
“Excellent wine” He said bringing the glass to his lips.
“ Yes… the wine… I like it too..” Said Cuda.
“ One of life’s simple pleasures, but you cannot deny it’s good for the soul.”
Jill gladly accepted the bottle as it was passed her way. It was only her second glass that night, but there was already a warm sensation spreading through her limbs. Jill was not a lightweight by any means, but she had not eaten since breakfast. Of course, it didn’t help that she practically downed the glass in one gulp the second that it was poured. That earned a stern look from Cuda and she quickly apologized, moving her fingers over her chest in a brief prayer.
All throughout dinner, she could feel Martin’s eyes on her, but she did not return his gaze, not even once. Only when she was certain his attention was either on his plate or the conversation did she allow herself to look at him. She shoved the food around her plate aimlessly before deciding that she’d better eat something or risk getting sick.
The conversation, in her opinion, was dull, all talk of the church, the new cardinal, gossip about the members. All the while she just couldn’t wait to go to bed… or at least get away from the table. Jill was unsure if she was imagining it, but Martin seemed to be doing anything in his power to get her to look at him. Pressing her, and the more he pressed the more she tried to envision an invisible barrier between them. Whether it was with his gaze or exaggerated movement, she was aware of him. Sometime before dessert, he seemed to get the point, and acknowledge her intention to look at anything except him.He focused his attention on the mug of coffee in his hand and did not look at her again.
About twenty or so minutes later, Cuda was up, ushering the pastor into the living room for drinks, Christina was helping Jill clear off the table, and Martin, Jill didn’t really know where Martin ran off to. She was already feeling slightly guilty for being so icy towards him, and really wondered was it that bad. Why was he trying to get her attention so badly in the first place?
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay and help?” Christina asked as Jill began putting the dishes in the sink.
“No, I’ve got it this time, I know you’re meeting Arthur later…” She said with a wink. “ Go off and get ready.”
Christina blushed slightly. “ Oh alright… We’ve been getting along so well lately, I really don’t want to be late… “
“Have fun…” Said Jill with a laugh, before pressing her cheek to hers.
She watched through the window as Christina went out to the porch, lighting up a cigarette. With a sigh, she glanced over to the pantry. She hadn’t cleaned her glass out yet…she might as well. She began to move bottles around in the cupboard until she found the mostly untouched bottle of brandy in the back. She glanced over her shoulder before pouring a decent amount in her previously used wine glass. At this point she really didn't care about decorum, and only cringed slightly as the liquid burned her throat.

She was nearly done with the dishes. She moved through the task mechanically as her mind started to drift off again thoughts fusing together. With alcohol clouding her senses, any anxiousness began to melt away. She started to imagine the things she really wanted to say to him, do to him. Her thoughts flowed freely, now that she was away from the table. She truly didn’t mean to be so icy towards him, she only knew she could not allow herself to look at him. She could always blame it on the residual catholic guilt, the presence of father David. Jill didn't even realise when Martin slipped back into the kitchen and was only mildly startled when she heard his voice. “Hey Jill…”
She turned around to find him leaning against the doorframe, hands once again shoved into his pockets.
“ Oh.. hi..” She said with a brief smile.
“ Could I talk to you for a second?” He asked
“Yeah… what's going on?” She asked, as he made his way over to the sink.
He paused for a moment, as Jill regarded him quizzically, chewing on his lip before he spoke.
“ Are you-- Angry with me for some reason?”
Jill was thrown a bit by the question.
“Angry with you? No- why?”
“At dinner- you seemed like you were mad, and you-” He glanced down at the nearly empty glass on the counter.
Jill Knew that she had blatantly ignored him during dinner, but then again what did he want? He hadn’t said anything to her, he just seemed to try and get her to look at him… why? She was looking at him now, and he looked genuinely concerned.
“ And so I just wondered- If maybe I had done something-- that upset you”
The wheels were spinning in her head now. Of course she knew what he was referring to. But why would he feel the need to ask if she was upset with him. How would she know what he was doing... unless-
“No Martin, I’m not mad at you at all… don’t be silly.”
“Really?” He asks
He looked so innocent in that moment, she couldn’t help but reach out, wrapping her arms around him. He instantly returned her embrace.
“Yes… really…”She says holding him tightly, pressing her entire form against his. Jill was always fairly affectionate with Martin, she had been from the beginning, but she never really hugged him. It was always a playful nudge, a touch on the arm, a half hearted side embrace. It was nice, the warmth radiating from his lithe frame, in itself was soothing. The fresh clean scent of laundry detergent, some kind of soap caused her to melt into the embrace completely.
Seconds pass, and she realises she is still holding him, his head is resting on top of hers, and he doesn't seem to have any intention of letting go either. She shifts slightly, and only then does he pull back. With her hands still resting on his arms she sighed.
“ Sometimes I wish I was nicer to you Martin…”
“ You are…”
Jill laughs slightly….
“No, I mean, really nice.” She says meeting his gaze now.
His brows furrow slightly “ What do you mean?”
She opens her mouth to speak, but refrains, her eyes ghosting over his features briefly, landing on his lips. She really didn't know what she was trying to say.

“ Its nothing.. really.. Just-”
His heart was racing, was she really? He could see that she was clearly more than tipsy, and part of him wanted to run. He could not describe the look she was giving him, the faint smell of alcohol on her breath, combined with the scent of her shampoo. He could practically feel her body humming, as the alcohol coarsed its way through her veins, making her warm to the touch.
“I could be really nice to you Martin- if you’d let me..” she said.
He could feel himself being pulled in. Her eyes like pools of melted chocolate beckoned him, and he found himself tentatively raising a hand to her slightly flushed cheek. She leaned into his touch, his thumb ghosting over her bottom lip, fingertips moving to her neck, lightly tracing over the delicate skin. In that moment, he wanted to feel every inch of her, taste every inch of her. All the while those dark eyes watched him, daring him to lean in, get closer.
“Martin…” she whispered.

There was the unmistakable sound of a wooden chair being dragged across the floor, and Cuda’s voice became louder. He was heading towards the kitchen, and the pair quickly separate. Jill returns to the sink, as Martin darts towards the hallway.
“Yes! Give the people what they want.. We need a return to old fashioned family values….”
He notices Jill at the sink. “ Child… are you still with the dishes?”
“I’m almost done Godfather..” She said with a smile.
His notices the glass on the counter, and his eyes darken a bit.
“Remember Jillian, gluttony, overindulgence… of any kind, is gravely punishable.”
“ I know Godfather, I’m not-”
“ I do wish you would return to Sunday meetings with me and Christina.”
“ I will,... soon.” She sighs.
Martin listens quietly from the stairwell, as they talk in hushed tones.
“You know I worry for you Jillian, especially now, because of-” He motions upstairs, towards Martin’s room
“ I know it is in your nature to be kind, But do not let your guard down, not for a second. Watch his eyes, I see the way he looks at you. Do not allow yourself to become his prey. Do not become blinded by his appearance.”
“You treat him so terribly sometimes...He can't even move freely without your watching his every move.
“ He is Nosferatu.. Bringer of death and the unholy…”
He is Just a boy.. he’s your family!” She said, her voice raising.
He reaches out gripping her arm. He is saying something to her in a hushed tone as she tries to pull away. He gestures towards the living room.
“Okay.. okay… c-just let me go, you’re hurting me..”
He releases her promptly.
“You are my family Jillian, and I will do my best to protect you… at any cost.” He says firmly.
She opens her mouth to speak but refrains. He gives her a final glance before walking over to the cupboard, taking the bottle of brandy, bringing it with him to the living room.
With a sigh, Jill leans back against the counter, suddenly extremely tired. Martin watches as she turns back to the sink motionless for a moment, before her shoulders begin to quake, ever so slightly. He grips the banister tightly, as he resists the urge to enter the kitchen. He only wants to hold her. She turns on the faucet suddenly, splashing water on her face and neck, and he quietly retreats up the stairs.
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A much needed reprieve