Black and Silvered-Chapter One (standard:drama, 2020 words) [2/3] show all parts
Author: Ember	Added: Sep 05 2004	Views/Reads: 2816/2036	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
And thus the story of a girl who pulls herself up after every scrape begins...

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crossed the room over to a dented dresser. As she reached for the top 
drawer, Eve heard a thump coming from downstairs. She froze, and 
dropped her hand. Slowly, she turned around and silently slipped to her 
attic door. Ever so carefully, she cracked the door open and looked 
down the stairs. She saw nothing and heard nothing. Taking a chance, 
Eve opened the door a tad bit more and slid out. Still, she saw no 
movement, besides her own, and heard nothing, except for the pounding 
of her heart. 

"All right," she thought "just go downstairs and see if there's any
damage. Whatever you find, though, don't scream. Not that there'll be 
anything to scream abou......." 

Her thought was interrupted by a soft thud, coming, once again, from
downstairs. Eve turned around and pushed Angel, who had been trying to 
sneak out, back into the room and quietly closed the door. Now, all Eve 
could do was pray Angel knew to keep quiet. Thankfully, Angel was quite 
smart enough to figure that out. That done, Eve gathered up all her 
courage and began soundlessly climbing down the stairs which led from 
her attic room down to the little shop downstairs. As Eve neared the 
last step, she placed her feet even more carefully than before. 
Finally, she reached the last stair, and stopped. 

"Hello?" she called into the darkness "Is anybody there?" Thump "Hello?"
she called once again, sounding braver than she truly felt "Who's 
there?" 

The lights blazed on. Eve saw a young woman standing sheepishly by the
switch. 

"Hello," said the girl "I'm Irene Pandros" 

Eve looked her over suspiciously. To Eve, Irene seemed like nothing
other than a threat among her choice of men.  Irene was what most would 
call hot-tall, thin and shapely. However, this assessment didn't not 
lessen Eve's suspicion. 

"Can I help you?" Eve asked carefully. "Oh!" Irene hit her hand to her
head. "I'm sorry! I must have scared you with all the noise I was 
making. I'm here to see my father, he owns the shop. His name is Joseph 
Pandros." "I'm Eve," Eve introduced, "I work here for your father. He 
never said much about you. Well, except that he had a daughter, he 
didn't say anything at all." "He's not here is he?" Irene looked 
downtrodden. "Out of town, he left me in charge." Eve said, being more 
open than usual. "I'm guessing you were planning on surprising him." 
"Yeah.  Oh well, I'll just crash in his room for the night." Irene 
grinned slyly "I'm guessing you're boarding in the attic?" "Oh, yes." 
Eve yawned widely , realizing how tired she was. "I'm sorry, but could 
we talk in the morning?" "Good idea." Irene's eyelids drooped visibly. 
"'Night!" 

The girls parted ways. Irene going into her father's room, just behind
the front room. Eve climbed, slowly, up the stairs to her attic room. 
As soon as she has reached the door, Angel got up from her spot by the 
bed and leaped over to greet Eve. She smiled tiredly and stepped around 
the dog to get to her nice, warm, cozy, bed. 

"Well, Angel," Eve said as the curled up at her feet "it seems as though
things just got a little more interesting around here." 

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When Eve woke the next day, it was not because she needed to. No, she
had woken up because she had dreamed of her brother leaving, again. She 
didn't understand why the dreams haunted her so much.  She and Reeve 
were in constant correspondence. She never called, but that was because 
she was too afraid she would break down while talking, letters were 
much safer. (Plus, there was a Cyber Cafe just down the street and Eve 
planned on going down there soon to get herself an e-mail account, her 
brother had encouraged this.) Reeve's latest letters, though, seemed to 
be more distant, as though he was hiding something from her. Then was 
not the time to dwell on things such as that. Since she was already 
awake, she might as well get to work. 

At that time of her life, it seemed to everyone all she did was work. No
one knew her reasons except herself and Angel. The reason would seem 
obvious if only people got to know her better. Working was the only way 
for her to keep her brother, and the memories, from her mind.  Eve 
looked around her room.  Everything was neat and organized, but Eve 
found herself thinking it a mess, and picked up a broom to start 
sweeping.  She swept idly around the room until a knock of her door 
caused her to jump. Before Eve could do anything, Angel had jumped 
towards the door and started growling. Without thinking twice, Eve 
threw the broom down, and jumped over her bed to grab Angel's collar. 
"Who is it?" Eve asked steadily, while restraining Angel. "It's Irene." 
Came the voice from the other side. "I woke up a few minutes ago and 
heard movements up here. Thought I'd see what you're up to. Everything 
ok?" "I'm fine, Angel's just a little excited." Eve looked carefully at 
the door for a second "You can come in if you want." 

Irene opened the door cautiously. As soon as she laid eyes on Angel she
dropped to her knees in front of the large dog and put her hand forth. 
Angel sniffed the offered hand eagerly. 

"Oh, Eve!" Irene squealed "It's adorable! Is it a girl?" "Yes," Eve
watched Angel warily, "Angel." "I adore dogs!" Irene hugged Angel, as a 
little girl hugged her favorite doll. 

Eve merely shook her head, seeing the spoiled puppy look returning to
Angel's face. Still she saw how similar she and Irene were. It felt to 
her that some true happiness had returned to her dreary life. Irene 
looked up at Eve. 

"What were you doing so early in the morning anyway?" Irene asked
curiously, while scratching Angel behind her ears. "This is not early, 
and I was doing a bit of cleaning." Eve replied in a matter-of-fact 
tone. 

Irene looked around the room and grinned. 

"Well, it looks like you're finished." Irene said grimly, through her
grin "How about some breakfast?" "Sure." Eve looked down at Angel "How 
about it girl?" 

Angel yipped in agreement. 

"Come on then," Irene got up and went to the door "I know the perfect
place." "Irene?" Eve said, as Irene started out her door "Yeah?" Irene 
turned "Maybe we ought to change into something other than our 
pajamas?" Eve pointed out. "That would be a good idea." Irene said, 
realizing she did still have her pajamas on. "Meet in the shop 
downstairs in half an hour?" Irene left closing the door behind her. 
"Well, Angel," Eve said, "let's get cleaned up a bit." After a quick 
shower, Eve searched through her tiny supply of clothing for a nice 
pair of pants and a nice black shirt.  She ended up choosing her usual 
pair of stretchy black capris and a 3/4 length sleeved shirt with a 
square neckline.  Eve passed her mirror without even glancing in it and 
slipped on her black, ankle boots.  She hoped that with the heel she 
wouldn't feel so short around Irene.  Finally, she snatched up Angel's 
leash, signaling the sleeping dog to get up.  Angel was at the door 
before Eve could say a word. Eve rolled her eyes, and clipped the leash 
on Angel's collar.  As soon as the door had been opened, Eve remembered 
something.  She had to be back in time to open shop. "Irene," Eve 
walked down the stairs, "you do know we have to be back in time to open 
up, right?" "Now that you mention it," Irene grinned, "I do." The two 
girls smiled and continued down the stairs.  By the time they reached 
the door they felt as though they had known each other their entire 
lives. "I think," Eve said as they stepped outside, "maybe we should 
jog to our destination, huh?" Irene smiled as she locked the front 
door. "If you think you can keep up." Irene sprinted off down the 
street. "Well, Angel," Eve sighed, "I guess we've given her enough of a 
head start now." Angel looked up at Eve, her tail swishing eagerly.  
Then, they were gone, seen running off in the direction of the café. 


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