[OPEN] The Edge of Nothing

[KRISTEN JENETTE WILLIAMS]

Kris eyes wandered around the room as she pulled the coffee cup up to her lips. She was tired but it wasn't going to prevent her from taking in all she could. A part of her felt sick if she wasn't using her abilities. Then again....blocking them out for months hadn't exactly been the wisest idea. It wasn't so much blocking as it was avoiding. Avoiding to feel anything to prevent herself from being too bogged down by the emotions of total strangers. Every now and then she would brush shoulders with someone on the streets and see a snip it of their past. She wished for the longest time that she could just be normal. Her ability to see and feel things helped her understand people, and at least helped her give better aid to them, but lately she was getting drained. She wasn't sure if the past and emotions she was seeing and feeling were hers or the woman across the room. It was getting hard for her to control things. Heck, she didn't have much control in the first place.

Kris dug through her pocket and pulled out a few crumbled up dollars before throwing a handful of change down as a tip much to the waiters dislike. She gave an apologetic smile as she collected her things hoping he would realize she wasn't exactly rolling in the Benjamen's as of lately. As Kris made her way out side she lit her last cigarette and let out a sigh. Was this what her new life was going to be like? She hoped not. She didn't want any more part in her "gifts" they seemed to be sucking the very life out of her. Why couldn't she just get a dog and find a man like a normal person. Instead of taking on the problems of the world?

[KYON ADELE GIRARD]

It was a good day, boring, but good. Kyon had had the entire day to herself, able to go around the city to buy pretty things and hook up with whatever men she wanted. Clint hadn’t bothered her in the last few days, which was quite out of character, but she wasn’t worried; he had a habit of disappearing every once and a while so that he could get out of trouble. And a free day was always nice, she could have the fun she wanted. It was time for a break though.

There were a few nice cafes and small restaurants in this part of the town and she just had to find the one that would satisfy her hunger. Or she could just find some company that would interest her enough. So far, she hadn’t seen anywhere that made her want to stop by and no one inside the buildings that looked that fun to talk to. She’d just have to keep walking until something caught her eye, if it ever did, and if not, she could drive to a different shopping center. She’d have to drive to a gas station as well, she needed a smoke. Ooh, she knew where she could get that.

“Hey,” she greeted a woman, standing just outside the door of a cafe who smoking a cigarette. “You have any extra smokes?” she asked hopefully. She would have held out a hand, in an almost demanding way, but she wanted to be polite and she could tell that this woman wasn’t feeling at her best at the moment. Perhaps she would poke at that, it could be entertaining and her craving could wait; entertainment was a more intense craving anyway.

[KRISTEN JENETTE WILLIAMS]

Leave it to her to run into a witch just right outside of the cafe. That was another reason she hated being what she was. She would have been content being just as stupid and ignorant as most humans. Sure she knew they existed outside of the everyday world, but Kris would have just rather ignored it all together. It was awfully hard to ignore when the pinching feeling of the supernatural could be felt like the unwanted hand of a bored restless child. Kris eyes narrowed as she took in the gently tapped the cigarette for a few ashes would fall to the gummy sidewalk below. "Can't you just make one appear?" she grumbled before turning to face the other way, ignoring the hand that was still demanding the free smoke. "I'm out..." she lied sharply as she watched a few cars go by.

Red flags should have been going off in the witches head that her company was not at all welcomed. Kris didn't want to have to leave her spot just because some over confident witch decided to butt in on her thoughts. Besides hating the supernatural, she was mighty stubborn when it came to people walking all over her. She didn't like it at all, and didn't like to feel like the other person had "won". She stood there and smoked in silence, pretending that she wasn't there are all but feeling the awkward presence of her unwelcome smokes moocher. Kris had the feeling she wasn't going to be walking away anytime soon either. Seemed like this witch (lucky for her) had settled on her as her newest form on entertainment. This was going to be interesting...

[KYON ADELE GIRARD]

"Can't you just make one appear?"

Kyon stared at the woman, confused as to what she meant, before a smile slowly crept onto her lips. Tricky girl, she knew what Kyon was, but how? It wasn’t as if she were walking around in a clock and a pointed hat, waving a wand, which would just look stupid anyway. The cigarette was suddenly not important at all; she wanted to know what this stranger was.

"I'm out..."

The witch made a face when the woman turned to look away from her, but in one step she was standing directly in front of her, that smile fixed back on her lips. “No you’re not,” she said doubtfully, yet still sounding polite, “you’ve still got that one.” She lifted her hand, flicking a finger deftly, and the cigarette that was held between the woman’s fingers suddenly shot out and through the air toward Kyon. She easily caught the object between her index finger and thumb. “Thanks,” she smiled to the woman, twisting the cigarette around so that it was situated between her pointer and middle finger and was facing the right way.

After pressing the paper cylinder between her lips and taking a long drag, she let the smoke out of her lungs, blowing it right into the woman’s face. “That was good,” she said with a sigh and smile, “and how’d you figure out what I am? Or is that how you usually insult people?” Kyon took another long breath through the cigarette, letting the smoke trickle from between her lips as she continued to stare at the woman, wondering if she had just been a lucky guess.

[KRISTEN JENETTE WILLIAMS]

Kyon appeared back in front of her, winning a roll of Kris's eyes. Great...who knew how long she would have to put up with her now. Kris didn't say a word as the women spoke it wasn't till she felt the cigarette slip her her fingers that Kris finally decided keeping silent probably wasn't going to work. Tension was all that could describe that moment as Kris stared coldly into the witch's eyes as smoked flew mocking towards her face. “and how’d you figure out what I am? Or is that how you usually insult people?” Kris's lips parted slightly as a smile of disbelief crossed her face. Was this women really going to talk to her like that? Who did she think she was? "Let's just say I'm blessed at reading overconfident bitches that cross my path." she retorted. "For something as powerful as you I would think you would be able to pick up on the environment and people around you. Or is it hard to do that since your busy concentrating on stepping on people's toes?"

Her head tilted slightly as she looked into her eyes for a few seconds before ripping the cigarette from her fingers and putting it out. "Have a nice day." she snapped before turning around and walking in the opposite direction. In her opinion the best way to combat the supernatural was to pretend she didn't care. Kris just wanted a normal life...she didn't want to be fighting with witches or having to play dodge the vampire at the local bars. This wasn't the life that she wanted at all.

[KYON ADELE GIRARD]

Kyon simply smiled sweetly as the woman called her a bitch, so used to the insult by now that she was beginning to think it was a compliment. And she was an overconfident, powerful bitch at that! What was this girl trying to do? Get into her skirt? Well, it would have worked if she swung that way, although she supposed she could make an exception. However, the witch was less amused when the woman reached out and snatched the cigarette from her, stomping it out on the ground. She hadn’t finished with that! What was she saying? This girl was a bitch too.

"Have a nice day."

The witch waited for a few moments, letting the woman walk a decent ways away before calling after her: “But I’m not done talking to you,” She twitched a finger and the woman was stopped in place, her shoes having become stuck to the sidewalk and her feet stuck in her shoes. She always thought it fun to take away people’s ability to move, since it freaked them out so badly and other people walking past just thought they were crazy because they couldn’t see that anything was wrong. Kyon jogged up behind the stranger then moved around to her front, that grin back on her face.

“You didn’t think you were getting rid of me that easily, did you?” She forced the woman to step back and turn to the side so that her back was pressed against the side of the building. “I’m really quite bored,” she started, placing a hand by the woman’s head and leaning in, “and you’ve just volunteered yourself to entertain me.”

[KRISTEN JENETTE WILLIAMS]

Kris had only managed to get a few feet away when she heard the women speak again. “But I’m not done talking to you,” It was probably one of the worst feelings Kris had ever experienced. Without any warning her leg stuck to the ground, her eyes widen in horror as she tried hard to keep walking forward. Loss of control wasn't exactly something kris liked to experience. “You didn’t think you were getting rid of me that easily, did you?" Her legs moved backwards before she felt her back being forced against the wall. “I’m really quite bored,”The woman touched her and Kris just glared back. She was not amused in the least bit amused but she had no choice but to stand there and be her little puppet. “and you’ve just volunteered yourself to entertain me.” This didn't sound good.

"What exactly do you have in mind? The usual...you know turn me into some kind of animal, trick me into eating a gingerbread house, trying to get a new pair of ruby slippers?" she tilted her head slightly. She was scared but she didn't want to show it. Kris didn't want any part of this supernatural life she had been flung into. If a witch wasn't going to leave her alone who was going to be next? "I'm not in the mood to be your volunteer. Find a new puppet ok. Go back to your potions and black cats."

[KYON ADELE GIRARD]

Why did people always get that look on their face when Kyon started to play with them, and they weren’t enjoying it? Unless she’d met some bastard in a bar, they always glared at her like she was some disgusting tumor on someone else’s disgusting ass. And that was completely ridiculous since she was the most beautiful woman she knew. Maybe those people were just jealous of her, the women at least. Perhaps they should even try going along with her sometime, she’d still hurt them, but it wouldn’t be that bad, and it wouldn’t last as long.

Kyon grinned at the woman’s suggestions of what she could do to her. Of course, it was all just nonsense, because she didn’t own a gingerbread house, she would never let anyone touch her red flats, and it took far too long to turn people into animals, plus she could never get them to turn back.

"I'm not in the mood to be your volunteer. Find a new puppet ok. Go back to your potions and black cats."

The witch leaned in closer to her, staring down her nose at the woman. “I didn’t ask if you wanted to volunteer,” she said quietly, “and also,” She paused to glance at a man that had just walked past, staring at the two of them with a slight smile on his lips. “I don’t own a cat,” she finished, shifting her eyes to follow the man down the sidewalk. Once he had turned his head to look straight again, Kyon pressed even closer to the woman, their noses even touching as she quite deliberately invaded her personal space. “You know you can always try to break my concentration,” she suggested, “you’d be able to move your feet again.”

[KRISTEN JENETTE WILLIAMS]

Apparently this witch had no concept of personal space, or she at least knew how to press Kris's buttons. There was nothing worse then feeling the warm breaths of a stranger inching down your face and neck. Kris just stared. She wasn't sure what this damn witch was getting at but she wasn't going to be doing a damn thing."I'm not giving you a kiss sweetheart...I'm not into that no offense." she said gritting her teeth trying hard not to slap her. She didn't know what would happen if she worked up the courage to. If the witch could control her movements what else could she possibly control? "I don't know what kind of sick game you are trying to play but I'm not going to play along. This is one physic you're not going to take advantage of. I can tell that your rather vain too. You like doing this to others. Makes you happy to stir up trouble and make people uncomfortable... am I right?"

Kris didn't want to be reading her at that moment but at that time she couldn't help but be flooded by all the emotions and characteristics that this woman seemed to possess. Although at the time she couldn't pick up anything on her past, she could certainly tune into what she was like. Unfortunately this information was very unsettling to Kris, who knew now that unpredictable seemed to be written all over this girl's forehead. "If this is about the cigarette you can have the rest of my damn pack just get the hell out of my face." she snapped as she shifted her eyes so she could look at anything but her.

[KYON ADELE GIRARD]

”I'm not giving you a kiss sweetheart...I'm not into that no offense."

Kyon let out a soft yet barking laugh. She hadn’t been thinking about that before, but if she was going to bring it up, then who was she to deny her? Besides, that sort of action might finally get this girl to retaliate in some way. It was no fun when her play things were completely compliant to her. Although, she wasn’t going to complain about a little smack-talk; it was almost as fun.

Tilting her head softly to the side, Kyon listened quietly while the woman tried her best to get under the witch’s skin. Of course, she wasn’t going to play along, well, not yet she wasn’t, she might in a little bit when she realized her life was laying on the line. The woman was right about her though; she was incredibly vain and she absolutely adored making trouble. Trouble was the best past time as far as she was concerned, and making people uncomfortable was just a happy side-effect.

"If this is about the cigarette you can have the rest of my damn pack just get the hell out of my face."

The witch followed the direction that the girl’s eyes were facing then snapped back to looking her straight in the face. “Look at me,” she said smoothly, and just like magic, the woman’s eyes locked with Kyon’s, though now she wasn’t able to blink. “Thanks,” she smiled sweetly, “so, a psychic huh? I like that...” She trailed off as someone walked behind her and placed her hand on the other side of the woman’s head, blocking the trapped girl’s face from passersby and doing her best to make them look like some cute lesbian couple. “Don’t like being a psychic though, do you?” She didn’t have to be a psychic herself to figure that out, but now she knew how she could torment the woman a bit. If she were still reading her thoughts (she was sure she had been before) then she’d be exposed to the misery Kyon had faced at her foster homes and the memories of those she’d killed before she was even 13.

[KRISTEN JENETTE WILLIAMS]

As much as Kris wanted to look away she couldn't. Kris stuck there, forced to face the one thing that she had been avoiding for so long. The supernatural insisted on popping back up in her life. No matter how far she ran. “so, a psychic huh? I like that...” Kris was silent. Her hands now forming into a fist.“Don’t like being a psychic though, do you?” Kris gave a slight snort. "Wow, your good. We should sit down some time and drink some tea and read each others cards." A cold chill ran up Kris's back and her face went pale suddenly as an imagine flashed before her eyes. It horrified her more then anything in the world, and she wondered how much danger she was exactly in now.

"Why did you do it?" Kris whispered. She could feel the pain and sense the death but the pictures didn't make sense. It was like a filming skipping scenes. Kris wanted to run, she wanted to get away more then anything. "Listen I'm sorry ok...just please take my cigarettes and leave." reaching in her pocket she pulled out the pack and pressed it against the women's chest, somewhat pushing her slightly away from her. Her abilities were scaring her now. She didn't want to be reading her anymore...but as hard as she tried to get away from this women's past the pictures kept coming back.

[KYON ADELE GIRARD]

A grin flashed over Kyon’s lips as the woman spoke of reading cards, sitting down for tea. She certainly was a sarcastic sort of woman, and it probably worked in getting most people to leave her alone, but not the witch. She loved cynical and sarcastic sorts of people and she always did love breaking them out of the mold, pulling them to actually show their fear and anger. This girl, she didn’t seem like she would be too hard to break, and though Kyon enjoyed a challenge, she didn’t mind something easy.

"Why did you do it?"

There is was, she’d broken. Of course, Kyon was sure that her memories would disturb anyone, but only if they could feel them first hand, stories just didn’t have the same power. Thank goodness this woman was a psychic with a thin filter. Kyon snorted softly when the pack of cigarettes were pressed against her chest, though she did reach up to grab them up. “Not that easy,” she said with a smile, discarding the cigarettes at her feet, “not that simple either.” She moved forward, pushing the woman’s arm back and pressing herself close as she could to her without losing her balance. Her hand moved back to the side of the woman’s head and she released the hold on her feet, though her eyes were still stuck on Kyon’s own, so if she tried to run, she’d be forced to turn to keep the witch in her sights. That would just be awkward.

“You’re so sweet,” Kyon smiled, speaking in almost cooing voice, “look how scared you are and I haven’t touched you.” She grinned then and her mind turned from her childhood to those first few months she’d been out of her last foster home. Those months had been a wonderful learning experience for her, when she’d figured out how to better control her powers and how that could be on her victims. She’d worked out some very gruesome deaths then and they held a special fuzzy place in her heart.

[KRISTEN JENETTE WILLIAMS]

Okay, she she wasn't exactly the strongest of persons. What was the Kyon expecting though? Kris could barely handle her supernatural abilities, what made this witch think she could handle the version of her clouded and dark past. This witch was insane. Every inch of her made Kris uncomfortable, she had apparently picked the fight with the wrong person. She could feel that her feet had now become unglued. Kris could run, but she would have to deal with those cold eyes still. Her gaze upon Kyon hadn't been broken just yet. "What do you want with me?" a lump formed as she started to feel sick, each death passing her eyes and making her feel more and more worried for her safety. This was bad news. She had enjoyed her kills and her ability to torture others. "Please...." she pleaded wanting nothing more to do with this.

There was no telling what was going to happen now. That was what scared her the most. At least there would have been a slight bit of comfort if kyon was holding a knife to her throat. At least she would known exactly what direction that would be heading. "Listen...you don't need to do anything. No curses...no spells....I'm sorry ok. Please just let me go." A few tears trailed down her cheek as her heart began to go into overdrive. This was all too much to handle. She wanted to visions to stop. "If your going to curse me, curse me and get it over with..."

[KYON ADELE GIRARD]

This woman was starting to upset Kyon a bit. She did love to torture people, she really did, but it was never her favorite when people started to beg for her to let them go before she’d even hurt them. Although, she realized that she had been hurting the woman in some way already. She couldn’t filter out the things she read from other peoples’ minds and with everything she was getting from Kyon, it was a surprise she wasn’t trying to run away even if she did feel herself unable to take her eyes from the witch’s. At this realization, she began to feel that this form of torture was almost as fun as anything physical. Kyon would have to figure out how to use this on those without psychic abilities.

"If your going to curse me, curse me and get it over with..."

The witch lifted a hand to gently wipe the tears off of the girl’s cheek and looked into her eyes with slight concern, though her thoughts were not nearly as nice. “I don’t need to curse you,” she said with a quiet smile, “I don’t need to do anything.” She grinned briefly before leaning in to kiss her forehead. To anyone else, it looked like Kyon was consoling the other woman for some reason, and although she could hear people walk behind them from time to time, no one bothered them, because who wanted to disturb a woman that was crying?

Sighing and grinning slightly, Kyon placed her hands on the side’s of the woman’s head and began to massage her temples in a very tender way. This was the sort of thing that the witch was the best at; acting to the rest of the world as if everything were perfectly normal while she was actually at work unraveling someone’s mind. “You can scream if you like,” she said in almost a whisper, “but it’ll just make people think you’re crazy.” Her thoughts now turned to a recent victim of hers, one that she had seduced, decapitated, and then rather rudely shoved into a closet; she drew out every detail of that night, replaying it slowly in her mind. “I mean,” she said, pressing her forehead to the woman’s, “I’m not doing anything to you.”

[KRISTEN JENETTE WILLIAMS]

Each amount of detail that Kyon was allowing her to see made her sick. This was the first time in a long time that she had been so over powered by her visions and emotions. Kris's face began to turn paler as her knees started to get weak. Kyon didn't have to even curse her in the first place she was cursed already. Kris stared back into her eyes helplessly. It was at that moment that she realized she needed to do something, anything to break the concentration of the witch. If she wasn't focused on feeding her,her twisted past at least Kris could catch her breath and try to recover before praying that nothing too big would happen next. Her muscles tensed as she focused on Kyon, letting the visions of torture fuel her anger. Her hand balled up into a fist as the fear from her face slowly began to vanish. It was now morphing into hate. At least with hate she could through a punch.

Giving it everything she had Kris swung as hard as she could. Her fist hitting the witch square in the face, hoping that some pain would be felt. "Bitch..." she sneered as her eyes kept themselves locked on her. "I hope one day that all the pain you have caused comes back to bite you in that little selfish and twisted ass of yours." she yelled. At this point she didn't care if other people thought she was crazy. Half the town was running around with vampires and weres. Being labeled as crazy was the least of her worries in Jamerson Falls.

"Stay the hell away from me or I'll make sure I mess up that face of yours and your going to have to wear a bag over your head." It seemed a little harsh...and it was a little much for someone like Kris to be saying. She wasn't really the type of girl to get into fights in the first place. Hopefully though this experience hadn't been wasted.