Burning In The Skies ~{Invite}~

[Lilith]

......

She sits. Alone. In the drivers seat of her car, on the outskirts of Las Vegas Nevada. Nary a vehicle in sight, save the parking behind a small run down strip bar not far from her. Her eyes clenched tightly, shut upon themselves. Her hands adorned in black-as-night leather gloves. A pair of cut off denim jeans surround her, still, infamously insured, ass and thighs. Come on. Had to plug that shit. Her heeled boots, clicking against the break beneath them. The car's engine silent as silent could be anyhow. Lace and leather collide amidst her top, swirled around her midsection and up over her breasts. A choker clasped around her neck, with bloodied Rosary beeds dangling from it.

.....

... What I don't deserve -

Lilith. Lilith Creighton. Lilith Creighton... was getting tired of this. It was becoming a little TOO apropos' at this point. Too on point. "The Kiss Of Death", a name for her finishing maneuver, a moniker. Now it was becoming reality? Had it always been such? Was she simply blind to it, or ignorance had taken sight? She shakes her head softly, back and forth. Her teeth bare down on the bottom of her crimson painted lips. City after City. Company after Company. Relationship... after Relationship. Come and Gone. Risen and Fallen. There was a deciding factor in all of this, she believed it to be true.

I'm swimming in the smoke...
.. Of bridges I have burned -

Her.

Lilith was a commonality in it all. She had battled through Marriage, through Sub-Human indifference. Viral Warfare. Biological Apocolyptic Ratings Wars...

And yet SHE was to be blamed for the downfall of those around her?

Oh HELL NO.

So don't apologize...

She'd lost her only child. In a Holy War she herself was a part of. She'd actually lost people she... legitimately, loved. From the bottom of her heart.

Jon
Brent
Sylas..
... Alexis

....

And perhaps, most recently, people she had affection for, Amber & 7?

I'm losing what I don't deserve...

... Tch.

Was it her fault? Of course. Was it ONLY, her fault?... Oh no. No. There were always people in the way, people who had claimed to be helpful but self-detrimental. Bloodworks? Her "Father" was the closest thing to "Satan" she'd ever met. The Syndicate? Sweet Jesus. Lilith had loved some of the arrogance Sylas had within him, but his ego compared to that of the collective group was NOTHING. "The Familia". Ohhhhh my... Lilith cringes at the thought of the guilt radiating from that idea alone. Future Shock? One or the more nasty break-ups. She could rarely find a thing Starry had done... 'wrong'. Yet all the loses hurt equally. She was engaged to Jon. She had hurt Starry. Sylas was married but really...

It was just Hunt-

It's in the blackened bones... of bridges I have burned-

Moving past that horrifying thought.

Losing Alexis had crushed Lilith. And potentially losing both 7.. and Amber, now? Jesus fucking Christ. She tilts her head back, breathing out slowly. Her lips shaky amidst the cool night air flowing through. She'd been fired from Maxim once they learned she had actually agreed to a semi-annual contract with Penthouse. So that's nice. She may be getting more money from Penthouse, but she'd built a re-pore with Maxim, it hurt to see some of them go.

Oh, and her little Chibi Russian Doll Katja? Oh she was still in NYC. It seems Katja understood it was wise to give Lilith time from her... So you know, she didn't end up killing the traitorous bitch. Lilith was seeing a pattern as of late. Bad things were happening. Sure, she was a bad person. But really? Come on. She's hot. Society is supposed to overlook her misdeeds.

... Fuckin' Republicans..

That makes no sense whatsoever. She doesn't care. She slowly shifts the car up into drive. Pressing her foot down against the gas as she takes off. Gathering closer and closer to Sin City itself. Good... God, Almighty...

Did she need a vacation, where nothing... could possibly, go wrong.

The blame is mine alone...

...

For bridges I have burned.

~To Be Continued~

[Lilith]

What time was it? She had no clue. To be perfectly frank, she wasn't 100% on where she was. Or what had happened over the last 24 hours. That may explain the blond laying next to her in.. her, bed?

Where was she again?

.... I'm not drunk..

She would know. Believe that. Lilith had checked over some of the signs. But all roads pointed to Rome. She was sober. Incredibly, sober. She was..

... Clear.

Lilith slowly rose from the bed occupying herself and a younger female. The sun was peaking in through the curtains slowly. Radiating the room with so much splendor and grander. So why was it she could notice the bottom left corner of the bed-spread being torn in three places... when she was already past the foot of it? She stands, the sheet wrapped around her body almost like a towel. Clutched firmly between her fingers, she slowly cracks her neck from side to side. Her footsteps echoing in the silent room, she almost seems to glide across the hardwood floors into the hallway. Picture frames meet her vision. White suburban looking families...

... Families..
.. Different.... families...

All of the families were different. But obscure in nature enough to not have been run-of-the-mill drug store cut-outs you'd forget in a frame. She turns into the nearest doorway, the bathroom. Gazing at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were... Clear. The color within them was more vibrant and exuberant than ever. Full of not just youth, but luster and... shine? Her left hand runs itself down the side of her hair. Full of body and bounce, despite the obvious flaw in that logic; having just woken from one of the deepest sleeps of her life. Her fingers run themselves across her jaw...

... One of my fillings is missing.

No, that wouldn't be correct. Her filling was gone. Because it no longer had a purpose. Lilith slowly probed the inside of her mouth with her fingertips, running her nail over the tooth in question. Rock solid. No filling, but no gap. No crevasse to be spoken of at all. She slowly leaves the bathroom. Her mind... stuck somewhere between absolute loss and total clarity. Everything seemed so...

...... I can see. I can see, it all.

Something had happened the night before. She wasn't sure what, her memory of that was obscured. Blackened. But whatever it was, it did something. Lilith tried to attribute this feeling to the Lilium Strain Virus. But it wasn't a match. She didn't feel a surge of power from this. She wasn't chomping at the bit to cave someone's skull in. Anymore than usual anyway. Was it The Code? No. Could she say that for certain though? She had never been directly exposed to it. Just glimmers of feed-back from Alexis and Blackthorn. Though something... within, Lilith simply seemed to tell her 'No'. What was this? She didn't... feel, invincible. She didn't feel like a God. The egotism and arrogance remained, the self satisfaction and introverted narcissism remained... but her mind. It just felt, new.

... This...

Lilith immediately dishevels the bed sheet. Gathering up her clothing as quickly as she can. She dresses herself with haste before quietly, making her escape from the room-

.....

Only to find herself leaving the room's main entrance, and stepping out into a large hallway of lavish exquisite decorum. A hotel? No.. no. Hotels didn't look like this. What other explanation was there? Funny that question should arise. Because Lilith's mind seemed to be working so incredibly fast that she'd found her answer, before her mind had finished asking the question.

I see. Now that.

...

That does make sense.

She makes her way down the hall. Quickly in step. Faces almost seem to become blurs as she makes her way to the elevator at the end of the stretch. The ride down takes all but two minutes, but feels like a month to Lilith in this state. She was going over the possibilities. The realm of logic. The inept ideology behind this being within the astute. Within... reality. A hallucination was driven from her mind quickly as the doors zip open at the bottom floor. She passes the front desk, she passes the doormen; even the valets, all without a word. She takes her car keys from her pocket. She knew it was impossible-

Leaving already?

.....

But it was worth a shot to have escaped, without fault. Lilith doesn't turn. Her body remains in-line with her vehicle. The sound of her keys unlocking it from a span of three feet flickers in the air. She reaches for the door, before slowly lowering her hand. A soft voice emits from her, not in fear. Not in anger. In curiosity.

What did you do to me?

I have done nothing. You should be more grateful for your natural gifts, and less judgmental of the Evolution around you.

.... Is it another virus?

In the general sense of that question I can see you don't quite grasp the situation. But in the most basic and formal answer to the question -you- are asking; No. We don't do that anymore. Much has changed since you were last here.

.. Nothing has changed. You are still in the business of producing Guinea pigs. I won't be a part of this. Not this time. Stay out of my business.

Lilith opens her car's door, sliding into the drivers seat. She slams it shut, buckling her seat-belt with a sense of purpose. Her heeled boot jams itself down on the gas. The car lurches before taking off like a bat out of hell. She tightens her grip on the steering wheel. She wasn't sure what this was. She refused to go back. Not like this. She'd been begging for a life more akin to what she had owned before. But this was without her knowledge. It wasn't a Virus? What could this possibly be? What could make her mind function on such a high level. Higher than she'd previously had. Information she'd learned, no. Information she'd -heard-. Information she'd -seen-. It was lining up. It was forming columns in her mind. File cabinets. She could almost flip through it all at will. She grinds her teeth firmly as her car continues on. This was... something. She was going to figure out what. Her rear-view mirror slowly gets farther and farther from reflecting back the name of the building she'd come from. And frankly;

She was God-Damned, if she was going to even think about it.

~End~