Not Happy

[Lilith (8th TL)]

A house. The first Cait had ever purchased and it was mostly because she enjoyed her last trip to Sarka so much. It was such a change of pace from all the other planets she worked on. Not that she disliked Nar Shaddaa like planets—she had grown up on Nar Shaddaa and would've been happy to live out the rest of her life there had she not gotten into business. There was also the minor suggestion that she try to stay within Sith space.

But that suggestion was connected to a memory that frustrated her greatly. Her last meeting had put her into a terrible, horrible mood and all she really wanted to do was brood or smash things. Of course she didn't really want to smash anything inside of her house seeing as it was all new. She could brood all she wanted here though. The only person who knew it's location was Gil. Everyone else had her holocell number to get in contact with her.

Part of her wanted Gil to visit, the other didn't because she wouldn't appear to be herself. She wasn't dressed up, still wearing her Sith outfit save the helmet. Her hair hadn't been taken care of either; it was loose and messy but she sort of liked that. Some of it fell over her face, hiding parts of her frown and eyes which no doubt had a tinge of anger to them. Not that there was anyone to hide it from, or that it really obfuscated anything.

She was sitting at her desk, in her office inside her house with her hands resting on one another... just staring. Staring at the wall but not really looking at it. She was far, far away inside her mind. Thinking about all her choices, everything that happened and what in Force name she would do next.

@Raydo

 

[Gillian Rel]

Cait had spent more and more time away as of late. No one really knew where or what she was doing, only Gil had the slightest of ideas judging from what she had said from her past but it wasn't much to go on and he didn't know enough to understand.

He had tried calling her multiple times and got nothing. She had been gone for longer than ever had. It worried Gil a good deal. They couldn't spare the men to go looking for her. They had been attacked too many time recently. This was Gil's task. It seemed like an eternity ago they had met at a beach resort and while it was mostly work related, it had been a good time for the two.

He had one place he could think to check, not knowing anywhere she may go in Sith space. He had never actually been to the home, but she had given him its location. He flew, stomach in knots over the fear of something bad happening to her. The thought of losing the woman he loved, he wasn't sure what that would mean.

He brought his ship down in the forest clearing, seeing the path leading the house. He had seen her ship as well, filled with excitement, worry, fear. He ran down the path, coming to the door.

He was nervous, terrified he may find something horrific inside. He drew his blaster and slowing opened the door. "...Cait?" he asked as he stepped inside.

Nothing.

"Caait" he said louder

Nothing.

His heart started to sink. He forced himself to check the house, finally coming to the office. The door was slightly ajar and he pushed it open. He saw Cait there, staring into the distance. She looked like a different person. It sent chills down his spine. "Cait..why didn't you answer?" he asked, staying at the door. He put his blaster away as he looked on in concern.

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

Cait didn't hear Gil, not until he got into her office. The sudden realization that he was there startled the young businesswoman and caused her to bring her hand to her chest. "Gil?!" she nearly shouted, listening to his question after. She paused for a handful of heartbeats because she had to think about the answer. "I...I guess I didn't hear you."

She hadn't realized just how zoned out she'd been. Someone could've... no someone did come into her house without her knowing. It could've been an assassin. That was bad, but the thought didn't stay with her long.

Biting her bottom lip in thought, she stood up. That was when she felt her lightsaber hilt move against her, reminding her of everything. It sent a bolt of anger throughout her body; without thinking Cait grabbed the saber and screamed incoherently, tossing the saber across the room and against a wall. As she screamed everything moved around her—the Force, the items on her desk, her desk, all shifted from her anger, her power. The saber hit the wall hard, though not hard enough to break it. Force forbid she break the saber Victress had given to her.

Suddenly realizing that she had snapped in front of Gil she turned away from him, walking up to a window and looking out it instead of at him. "I'm happy to see you Gil but..." she trailed off, breathing in deeply and clenching her fists so tight that it hurt, and she wanted it to hurt. She wanted to punish herself. "I'm a mess... you don't want to deal with this." She tried to stifle the tears welling up in her eyes. It made her heart ache suggesting he leave, but she was a mess. It felt like she was always a mess. Why would anyone want to deal with it or her? She choked by the pain in her voice, "I'm sorry."

 

[Gillian Rel]

He stood there in silence, stunned by what he was seeing. The usual perfectly kept woman, so in control of herself had been transformed into this new woman. It was like the shadow of the woman he knew, the woman he loved.

He was about to call her name again, and take a step forward when she broke the unnaturally quiet moment. He jumped back a half step, catching himself on the door frame. What the hell was going on? She seemed so distant, so out of it. Her normally bright eyes seemed duller, drained of their usual brilliance.

"I have been trying to get ahold of you for at least a week..I was worried something..." he said, trailing off as she stood. He saw the lightsaber hilt on his hip. One of those things had caused chaos at the Lusty Lekku, brought the attention of the Mandalorians down on them. It had hurt the business, though it was now starting to recover. What was she doing with such a weapon? He had been with her before, on dangerous missions, and she had never used such overtly Sith things. "Cait, whats going..." he was cut off by her scream. The room rippled and blurred with energy. Gil was pushed back, caught off guard he fell backward. The color drained in his face, eyes wide as the room seemed to vibrate with power.

She looked at him for a moment before simply walking to the window. The scene was straight out of a horror vid. There was a part of Gil that wanted to run to his ship, flee whatever this was. A deeper part was torn in half with the pain she felt. He didn't know what was happening. Didn't know what to do. She was wrong, he had come for her, and he wouldn't leave without her.

He stood slowly, careful not to make sudden movements. He took one tentative step towards, then another until he was standing behind her.. Blood dripped from her hands, as he nails bit deep into the skin. He tentatively reached out and gently grabbed her hands. She began to cry, choking out an apology. "Cait, you're hurting yourself." he said, moving closer against her. "..Please stop." he asked quietly. "What's going on?"

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

His hands on hers made her jump for a second, as she was already lost within herself by the time he got behind her. The rush of his closeness, his touch made her shake, made her break down more. Cait fell to the ground, sliding against the wall on her way down. She didn't know if he'd hold onto her hands, though she'd pull her hands towards her face to hide the tears.

"You wont understand," she started, perhaps in a way that could be seen as insulting to him, though she really, truly didn't think he'd understand. The little bit of hope left inside herself realized that he hadn't run however, but the other wondered when he would. She mustered up the rest of her sentence, "Darth Victress choose me to apprentice under her."

She'd leave the subject for a second in an attempt to get ahold of herself, to lesson the amount she was shaking. Though some of it stopped from the ebb and flow of anger within her, that made her want to lash out or retreat inside herself. But she'd try to explain it all to him, "If I don't return to her when summoned, if I don't train with her, if I don't listen to her..."

She stopped again closing her eyes and clenching her hands again. She wouldn't do it too hard this time if he was still holding them, not wanting to hurt him even as she was drowning in this deep pool of anger and despair. No, she would sooner end her own life than his. Trying to gather herself again to speak, she breathed, "If I obey her the consequences will come down on The Exchange. On my assets, my men, my girls. On....you."

 

[Gillian Rel]

Where she was, she seemed to sink further into as his hands touched hers. Her blood dripped over his hands before trickling to the floor. She slowly collapsed down the floor. He didn't know what to do, he needed to know what to do, what this was. His heartbeat quickened with a growing fear of what had happened.

She said he wouldn't understand. She was right. He so desperately wanted to grasp what was happening, how to fix it. He didn't know who or what this Darth Victress was, but he assumed it had something to do with the hilt that lay on the other side of the room. He sunk to the floor with her, holding onto her, unsure what else he could do. Cait had said she used to be a Sith, but he assumed that was passed her now, or at least he had until the Sith had been spotted in her club recently.

"No.." he said, his voice quiet but defiant "If this is what awaits you there.." he said "Kriff this...Victress person..." he said as she squeezed down on his hands. "You have worked too hard to have someone come and take that away from you. I won't let you throw it away." he said, meeting her eyes with his.

"We can deal with...whatever this is together." he said, face filled with concern. He had no idea what they were dealing with, what was happening, but he would face whatever he had to.

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

Cait stared into Gil's green, worried eyes as he spoke, her senses seeming to extend without her own consent. Everything felt intense, even the warmth of the tears streaming down her cheeks. Though his words were misguided they ended up putting a weak smile on her lips. He felt innocent in that moment.

"Oh Gil..." she said, trying to pull a hand away from his to put it on his cheek instead. "It doesn't work that way." She looked down for a second, before finally deciding to move closer to him. Moving, leaning her body against him, resting her head near his shoulder. Breathing in deeply, slowly, to try to calm herself some what.

He really didn't understand.

"Gil..." she started up again, trying to find a way to word things. "If we want to keep growing, if we want to become as large as possible, we will eventually draw the attention of the galaxies superpowers." Her body stopped shaking, and relaxed a tiny bit more from the prolonged closeness to him, despite still being on the edge. "History has shown this time and time again when organizations rise. They keep their distance, but it is without success."

She needed to explain more, and these parts she was sure he'd understand, "More often than not, when organizations independent from the superpowers raise and garner attention, the reaction is one of two things." She breathed in again, then out. "They try to destroy it or bring it under their heel."

And she didn't want to see what would happen if The Exchange was squashed under the heel of a superpower, or absorbed or worse. "But if I build a relationship now with a superpower, they will not need to attack us or put us under their heel. I can put us in a better spot than that..." All this talk was helping her calm down, though Gil's reaction may change that. "I've reached out to the rebels and gotten turned away with a firm no, the mandalorian's are too dangerous, they'd use any excuse to kill me. Which leaves the Sith... and the few I've worked with have been nothing but interested in my work. It doesn't come without cost to me, but if I do what I need to with Sith like Darth Victress, I'll build this relationship with them." She left out the part about the Darth possibly coming after Cait if Cait didn't listen, because it really didn't need to be said again.

 

[Gillian Rel]

Gil struggled to listen. It was eerie hearing her go from a complete meltdown into a lesson of Galactic politics. Gil had no grasp of the Force, but even he would feel a growing discomfort at the energies in the room as the Dark Side swirled around Cait.

"I don't agree, Cait. The Sith are being pushed back out of their own territory. Nar Shaddaa is the perfect example. The Mandalorians didn't come looking for you, they came looking for that." he said pointing across the room to the metal hilt laying discarded on the side of the room.

"He seeks to make you weak." the quiet voice would whisper to Cait in her mind. The Force would pulse, urging her to action.

"I don't care about superpowers, we don't need them. You have always wanted this to be neutral when it came to Galactic Politics. Why stop that now when it has served you well." he said, trying to keep his voice even.

"He seeks to take it all away from you." the voice spoke again, clearly agitated. Cait would sense the pressure increasing in the room.

"They are interested in taking your work, it sounds like they have already tried to subjugate you. You have power on Nar Shaddaa, you have friends. That is where you belong." he said

"He is lying to you."

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

She wanted to believe what he was saying, yet she knew it wasn't true... and then she heard a whisper. Cait put her hands on her ears, despite wanting to keep hearing Gil. When it rang in her mind a second time she breathed in sharply, the third made her spring to her feet. Walking away from Gil, she began to shake again. She knew what was happening and it scared her to the bone, yet the whispers weren't entirely wrong.

"I can't stay on Nar Shaddaa, Gil," she said weakly. "The second any of the mandalorian's find out I've worked with the Sith, they'll kill me." And this wasn't a thought she'd just had by herself, though really Darth Victress had only hammered it into her enough that she accepted it now as more than just paranoia. "It wouldn't matter if I swore my loyalty to them. The moment they get a whiff of it, even if it's been years, they'll use it as an excuse. I'm worthless to them, Gil, they will not hesitate."

Worthless to them unlike to the Darth. Cait hated herself for admitting and believing it all, hating hearing the whispers and being drawn to them. Most importantly, she hated herself. The small amount of comfort she'd gotten from Gil's closeness already felt like it was ages ago. Cait kept her hands on her head and leaned against the wall, trying not to go back to crying.

 

[Gillian Rel]

The whispers continued, pushing and pulling her, wrapping around her.

Gil looked on in confusion as she spoke, seeing her start to shake. He stood slowly, understanding he was in some danger. He had seen her use the Force to kill people. That energy had already been unleashed once on him, if not unintentionally. The hairs on his neck and arms stood up, sensing the room. "What happened to you?" he asked in a quiet, concerned tone. "The Cait I know wouldn't swear loyalty to anyone..."

He took a step towards her and stopped, unsure of what he should do. He felt like the wrong words would push her further down whatever she was experiencing. "If you leave Nar Shaddaa, what happens to all the people who have come depend on you." he said, trying to speak to her compassion for others. She had always gone far out of her to make sure her own had been taken care of.

"Sure, some will follow, but many can't." he said taking another step towards her.

He grew quiet for a moment "What happens to us?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

Looking down for a second, Cait tried to focus on only Gil's voice. She didn't want to hear the whispers, so she'd do her best not to. He talked about her people, their safety and it helped bring her back from the abyss of darkness somewhat, closer towards the dim light in the far distance. No matter how far she had slipped into the dark, she wasn't able to force herself to stop caring about her peoples welfare. A weakness she'd tried to cull so many times with no success.

Bringing her hands down to cross her arms over herself loosely, in an attempt to comfort herself instead of act defensive, she turned around to look at Gil again. Though she couldn't bring herself to do so long, looking down at the ground after. Part of her felt like he may be suggesting that she was failing some of her people, failing him. Was she?

Shaking her head slightly she answered, "Gil, I haven't sworn my loyalty to anyone." It was the truth, while she may be doing what was needed to expand and stay stable, she was far from pledging herself to the Darth or Empire.

"The LL will stay on Nar Shaddaa, in operation under the watch and rule of The Exchange. I'll switch name of the owner to someone else for it's safety—you, if you feel it's the right move." She still felt her body shaking; from all the emotions and the tears that wanted to come pouring fourth, especially as he brought up the last subject. She could sense his fear, almost taste it, and it made her feel sick that he'd fear her. It was the last thing she ever wanted in the galaxy. "Gil... I hope nothing happens to us. You know that... that my heart belongs to you and always will!"

 

[Gillian Rel]

He wanted to understand what she was going through, he wanted to see her logic but he just didn't. Doubt pulled on his emotions, amplified by the same energy coming from Cait.

If she hadn't sworn her loyalty away, why did it seem like she had given apart of herself up to something? He didn't know enough about these Siths to know what Darth meant, or what being an apprentice meant. He let a deep breath. He was glad she was alright for the moment, finally letting out some of the stress he had been carrying around while worrying about her.

He didn't care about a building, whose name was on the papers. He cared about her.

Gil closed the distance between them as she looked at the floor. If she let him, he would wrap his arms around her, pulling against him. He didn't know what else to do, so he would simply hold her.

Maybe he could make him understand, make him see what she saw. He had followed her up until this point and she had made far more correct choices than wrong choices. He let out another slow breath, kissing her on top of her head. "If this is what you think is right, I am with you. I always have been." he said, kissing her head again.

"Can I do anything for you?" he asked. She looked like she hadn't slept in days, probably hadn't eaten. He wanted to care for her. Though his uncertainty, his fear, that is what she would sense the most.

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

She didn't stop him when he came closer, soaking in his warmth, his smell, while he wrapped his arms around her. Cait leaned into him and let herself cry again, though it was more of a release of emotions than a display of them. It was softer, quiet crying of relief. She felt relieved that he didn't want to debate the subject anymore, even though she could sense the doubt at the back of his mind; she could also sense his desire to comfort her.

Force dammit, he was a good, sweet man. Cait gripped at his chest and nuzzled her head against him for a quiet minute after he asked, just enjoying him and the closeness. After the quietness she breathed in deeply one more time, then out, finally speaking again, "Guess I should clean myself up a bit." Cait laughed weakly, turning her body sum to bring her hands in front of her, the blood mostly stopped though it covered most of her lower palms.

"Maybe brush my hair and change into something more comfortable." She realized was listed off things she could do for herself, for a second forgetting his offer. It was a sweet offer and she decided she wouldn't pass it up despite being so stubbornly independent. "But first I guess..." Her eyes looked down towards her stomach. "I guess I should eat something." She felt her stomach growl right at the moment, trying to remember when she last ate but failing. "Can you cook?" she asked after, laughing a little bit more cheerily this time, maybe even a little playfully.

 

[Gillian Rel]

It felt good to hold her, felt right. Several minutes passed in comfortable silence. She finally pushed back slightly from him, saying that she was hungry and asking if he could cook. It was a legitimate question. Both of them spent most of their times in places where people would prepare food for them. Come to think of it, they had never actually eaten a meal together that had been prepared by the other.

Gil was no master chef, but he could cook something passible. From the looks of it, Cait wouldn't have any food with her. "I'll take care of it, you just relax." he said tipping her chin up and kissing her lightly. He turned to leave, spotting the lightsaber on the ground. He almost walked by, but found himself picking it up before he knew what was happening.

He held the cold metal hilt for a few seconds. This thing would bring them nothing but trouble, he knew it. He also knew he needed to trust Cait. He held it out to her before leaving the home. He made his way to his ship to fetch supplies of his own. In previous times, he would have traveled with simple ration packs, but as their wealth had grown, it had become possible to keep fresher food on the ship.

He came back to the house and went to the kitchen. He had the food for a salad and a fish dish he had tried and liked on some business trip. He had taught himself how to cook it when he had returned. Fish was expensive on Nar Shaddaa but it was worth it to him. He let Cait do whatever she needed or wanted to do without interrupting her unless he was called on. Whatever the woman had gone through, it had been traumatic, he would be present but fought the urge to crowd her.

He placed the plates on the small table. "Hope its alright...I am not much of a cook." he said, shrugging his shoulders. He let out a breath. "This place is nice. Very...remote." he said, trying to make conversation.

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

She kissed him back, almost forgetting the feel of his lips on hers. The taste of him. Cait stood for a second to breath in and calm herself a little bit more, though she sensed the movement of her lightsaber crystal and looked over to see Gil holding it. It disturbed her somewhat that it was in his hands. She didn't quite like something so dangerous so close to him, even though he carried swords and guns and the fear didn't make much sense. Walking up to him, he handed it to her and she accepted without any words.

She'd need to put it away, and did as he left. It was something she'd carry only while doing Sith business. After she went to the master bedrooms bathroom and washed her hands, grabbing the medkit after for some clothe then wrapping her hands with it. Brushing her hair then slowly stripping away her Sith armor. She looked in the mirror for a second, feeling a sense of relief wash over her again. It felt good to take it all off. Cait went to a closet and picked out a simple, comfy black dress. Slipping it on, it felt snugly against her feminine curves but not too snugly.

By the time she got into the kitchen, Gil was done cooking and put the food on the table. Cait walked up to him, reaching up to grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down for another kiss. She'd appear much more put together, though perhaps still a little somber. She sat down at the table, grabbing a fork and taking a bite. She wondered how her stomach would take it after not eating for so long. The Force allowed her to abuse her body like this, though sometimes her body rebelled a little once it realized she'd mistreated it.

Looking up after a bite, she tipped her head, "Yes, I wanted something with less... people." Cait laughed softly. "So...? Tell me already. What have you been up to? I've been away so long, I'm sure I missed a lot." It probably sounded like a business question, but she meant what he'd been up to personally and business-wise.

 

[Gillian Rel]

She came out as he was finishing. She still looked worn down, like she hadn't slept quite right in some time, but she seemed a hundred times more like her self than when he had arrived. As she approached him, his hands went to her waist, sliding along the fabric of her dress. "Absolutely Beautiful." he said with a smile.

There were certainly fewer people here. In the quiet pauses between their words, Gil was distinctly aware of the silence of this place. He wasn't sure he really liked it, the background noise of a busy world was calming to him, or at least he blocked it out to where it wasn't noticeable.

"Putting out fires..." he said taking another bite from his plate. "They seem to pop up as fast as I can put them out." he said looking down at his plate. "Things don't run quite as well without you around." he paused "I am not as good at his whole "people" thing than you are." he said with a shrug. It was true. Gil had started out working for Cait as a mercenary, as muscle. That was a role he had been suited to. He felt a bit overwhelmed by the pressures of leadership.

"And you?" he asked, genuinely curious. "I uh...if you can talk about it?" he said unsure if he should have even brought it up. He just didn't know. It was one of the few times he had felt awkward around the woman. He was being an idiot and he knew it. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up..." he said before she could start.

His fork dragged across the plate as he lifted another bite of food to his mouth.

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

Fires? For a second she hoped it wasn't actual fires he was talking about, but then she wasn't sure she wanted it to be either. Of course, as The Exchange grew so would it's pool of enemies so it was expected.

Cait took another bite of her food and listened to his question. He seemed to suddenly start to radiate with fear, which made her eyes snap up towards him. As she recalled her time with Darth Victress her eyes flashed yellow a few times, before she looked back down and picked up more salad. Eating it quietly until he was finished talking. It still bothered her that he was afraid of her, yet that was the way of the Sith and how it was naturally meant to be. His reaction was... normal. Maybe that bugged her more than anything.

After her second bite she placed the fork down, already feeling as if she had enough even though it was far from it. "It's...fine," she started, half-speaking the truth and shifting slightly in her chair uncomfortably. The more appropriate answer would've been... 'it's natural to wonder' but she didn't want to make him feel anymore uncomfortable than he already was. "Though I fear your interest in the subject will wan when I go into details."

Cait drummed her fingers on the table, "I studied the Dark Side more in depth than I have before and practiced my martial skills." Thinking on it for a moment, Cait made a choice right there and then. It might be a hard choice for Gil to understand, but not understanding the Force in some capacity made it tough for her to really open up to him. She stood up and walked over to Gil slowly. Looking away before deciding to look back, brushing the side of his face with her lithe, pale fingers as she continued to walk around him. "I can show you, if you want."

She wasn't sure if he would understand what she meant so she gave him a small example; a memory of her stabbing her lightsaber towards Darth Victress in the Dark Lords office would flash in his mind. He'd be able to feel the intense anger, the pure hatred as she preformed the move. It would almost feel as if he was the one experiencing the emotions. Then it would be over. She'd pull out of his mind quickly and hope he wouldn't react too negatively. "If you want... more," she trailed off, hoping he understood what she meant.

 

[Gillian Rel]

He back up as the fork hit her plate, making a quiet tinging noise. He sat up straighter, crossing his arms as he listened. He knew there was The Force and he had heard the term Dark Side before, but he really wasn't sure how it all connected.

His eyes tracked her as she moved around the table. Her movements felt more predatory, like a cat getting ready to jump after prey. There was a part of his mind that told him to move away, to change the subject, to do anything. He sat still, her cold touch sliding across his face.

He looked at her for a moment pondering his answer before finally giving a faint nod. If this was a part of her life, he wanted to know, needed to know.

A scene washed over him, it was overwhelming. The Anger, The pure, primal rage he felt. He felt bound, desperate to escape. He lashed out at the red-woman infront of her. She seemed filled with a dark sense of glee. So. Much. Anger.

It was gone, his own self flooding back in. He breathed heavily. It was more vivid than any dream he had experienced, he was there, he could feel it. She asked if he wanted her to continue. He already started, he was ready to see whatever she had to show him.

He stood up from the chair, looking down at her "Show me." he said

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

She was surprised at his answer, stopping to stare up at him with her eyes giving away her emotion. Since he was open to her, she could sense he wasn't lying either. He had been so scared before and she wondered if he'd be more after seeing everything. Then again maybe this was best. Maybe he wouldn't understand everything, maybe he'd crumble under the terror and pain she felt during training, but he'd see and understand things as she did in the moment as well.

Cait nodded, bringing both hands up to one of his. He'd feel a ripple of power pulse through him right before the memories started to flood in. As they did Cait stepped forward, leaning on him and closing her eyes. It'd start at the beginning this time; when Cait entered Darth Victresses office. When Cait thought it was just a business visit. When Cait tried to convince the Darth to let her go, and the Darth's answer to Cait's question.

More importantly, it showed him Cait's response again. The blind rage she was consumed by, and in the end allowing the Dark Side to grip her under it's control and influence. She allowed her self to experience it's intoxicating effects, it's delicious ecstasy... and it twisted her, tainted her. And she enjoyed it. It was the means to an end. The end being ripping every limb from Victresses body.

It'd go on to show her training, the nightmares she'd had during the long nights at the temple; and at the same time, as much as they scared her they called to her in her dreams. Whispered sweet nothings in her sleep... of the power.. of her potential.

And the simple fact that she'd been fighting against this for so long, only to end up back where she started: a Sith. How foolish she felt for running and resisting so long, even though the guilt was still vividly there. It was always lurking, a dark beast at the back of her mind, nipping at her heels and attacking her every time doubt crept into her mind. But she knew deep down that this beast was only trying to push her towards the power, not away. It'd end there, and Cait herself would breath in deeply after. Not only did he have to experience it all, she did.

But she wasn't left with the fear. No, the Dark Side was swirling around her again, cradling her in it's seductive power. It'd do the same to Gil because they were still connected in the moment; at least, if he did not resist it's temptation. Cait opened her eyes, they were yellow again but this time unchanging. She'd reach up to him if he did not move away, the Force pushing his head down towards her hands. At first she'd grab his face with both hands, brushing her lips slowly, softly against his, nipping at his lower lip for a second before kissing him passionately, hungrily, rubbing her body against his.

 

[Gillian Rel]

He thought he could handle it, the first time had been uncomfortable but bearable. The second time was hell. The raw emotions ripped at him, until there was nothing left of him. He was left with nothing but rage and wild bloodlust there. There was no enticing call for Gil, just a pure unadulterated nightmare.

He saw the things she went through, felt those things, lived those nightmares. It seemed to last forever and end in an instant. He looked down, her eyes a sickly yellow, It didn't feel like her, it felt like something evil, something cold, alien. He tried to move, but couldn't, the Force pulling him down towards her.

There was part of him that felt the hunger she felt, the other side of him was filled with terror. She bit at his lip, finally, he was able to stumble backward. The taste of iron filled his mouth as blood trickled from a cut there. "No...No....That isn't you." he said shaking his head. He was certain of that. He had spent so much time with Cait, there was no way she could have hid that from him for this long. It was too wild, too primal to keep caged. "Cait..y..you have to stop..." he said, tone unsure "Please stop this." he asked again.

"....Please..."