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Damn Regret	By : medievalcutie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Red Jumpsuit Apparatus Views: 981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know any members of RJA, and I do not profit from these writings.

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A/N: Okay so yeah - I failed the challenge of getting this story completed in a month - but I haven't given up on the story - I've just had to postpone it. So here's to hoping I can finish it up soon enough. Here goes another chapter for you guys. Enjoy!

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I had somehow made my way to Central Park without getting sick, or worse, collapsing. I headed towards the fountain that Ronnie had mentioned. At this time of night, the park was mostly empty, which was perfect for me. I didn’t want to run into anybody, because running into someone would mean that I would likely have to explain myself. And that was something I did not want to have to do.

I saw Ronnie’s hair standing out from the darkness first. His shoulder length red hair had always been a bit of a beacon for whenever I had wanted to find where he was. Although it generally had to do with a negative connotation of the meeting, and I generally avoided him. But for tonight, it was the opposite reaction and I headed towards him, ready for the answers that he had (hopefully) promised.

I stopped right in front of Ronnie and crossed my arms over my chest. Ronnie was going to have some explaining to do. “Alright, Ronnie, what’s the deal? And do some actual explaining, not just shrugging it off before disappearing again.”

Ronnie gave me a slightly bemused smirk before shrugging. “What do you want to know, Elizabeth?” The smirk seemed to get even more teasing as he called me by the name I hated. The one that Allen had forced onto me.

“Shove the smirk up your ass, Ronnie. And quit with the ‘Elizabeth’ shit. You know my name is Stella. So stop being an ass and tell me what the hell is going on.” I couldn’t help but get even more frustrated at Ronnie for acting like a complete ass. Not that it was anything out of the ordinary. Far from it actually. If he were to be polite and nice, now that would be out of character. But from what I could see so far, it was the normal ass Ronnie that I was talking to, rather than the even more frightening one that I seemed to have stumbled across at the Empire.

“What do you want to know? I know nothing out of the ordinary. I haven’t done anything abnormal.” Ronnie seemed to know that he was frustrating me, because he was being more obtuse than normal. And believe me, that was pretty obtuse. His smirk seemed to get even wider, and I wanted to just walk over there and slap that smirk right off his damned face.

“You know full well what I’m talking about, Ronnie. So stop playing dumb with me. While I know that you’re less than a genius, you should know enough to understand what I’m meaning. So can the dumb act. Besides, you’re the one who wanted to meet me, not the other way around. So what about that little note?” I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him my best glare that I had perfected from copying Allen’s.

Ronnie just stood there staring at me with the same slightly bemused smirk on his face, still revealing nothing. I swear, he was doing this just to be a pain. “And what if I didn’t want to explain anything? You should be more careful, Elizabeth. Sometimes people might just want to do bad things. Like attack a silly girl who walked around Central Park by herself at midnight.”

I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped my throat at the implied threat from Ronnie, not registering the name at first. “You wouldn’t. Besides, my roommates know that you bit me, Ronnie. So what do you have to say about that? You can’t win by brute force this time.” I raised my chin just a hair out of stubbornness, really. I wasn’t sure of myself and I was definitely frightened of the bigger man standing in front of me. Especially after the little bit of revelation about him being a vampyre. That of course made a large difference.

Ronnie’s smirk widened and he stepped forward to me, only inches from my body. I was surprised that I hadn’t stepped back out of fear or shock. But I stood my ground and continued to glare furiously at him. All he did in response was to lean down and just before his lips touched my neck, he inhaled deeply, as if smelling a bouquet of rare flowers. “You smell delicious, Lizzie. Like an exotic flower that could be the sweetest of treats yet could also kill you with the slightest thoughts.” He straightened back, but instead kept his face just barely in front of mine.

“Of course that is what you are, isn’t it? The sweetest of treats, but also extremely deadly to anyone foolish enough to try hurting you for the taste. I’m surprised that your vampyre roommate has lasted as long as he has against your scent. And with being a young one still too. That is truly a feat of self-control. Almost torturous self-denial, rather. Fascinating.”

As he spoke, he seemed to lean even closer to me, completely unaware of what he was doing. And to be honest, it scared the shit out of me. I couldn’t help but want to step back away from him. And yet, I couldn’t make my body move. It was as if I was paralyzed, and that feeling made my stomach coil up in fear. Ronnie seemed to notice this and the smirk grew.

“What? No self-preservation instincts? No deep urge to push me away and forswear all forms of contact with me forever? Such a pity. Because I am dangerous, after all. Fitting, isn’t it? Your last kiss to be the person you hated the most.” Ronnie leaned closer to my face before changing and leaning down to kiss the pulse in my neck, that was no doubt racing.

“No. Besides, you’ve got it wrong. You’re not the person I hate the most. Definitely up there on the list, but not the worst.” I frowned to myself at the feeling of my pulse racing just by the small kiss on my neck. And I wasn’t sure if the speed of my pulse was entirely because of the danger of the kiss. Why was Ronnie able to make me feel this crazy? It didn’t make sense.

Ronnie pulled back to look at my face, obviously a little confused and just a slight bit disappointed. No doubt he was hoping for the bitter irony at the very end. Oh well, guess he would just have to deal with the disappointment. Nobody could usurp Allen’s position on my most hated list. Not even Ronnie.

“Well that’s interesting. It does take away the irony I was hoping to have. But I can deal with disappointment. I’ve had plenty of practice in that particular area. I’m sure you know all of that, don’t you, Lizzie?” Ronnie’s eyes were a hard glare again.

And then it hit me. He was still upset over what happened years ago before I moved to New York. That’s why he did what he did at the Empire. That’s why he left me the note in the middle of more than enough money. That’s why he was standing in front of me right now. Because he was still hurt over what he assumed was just a ploy to help Allen swindle his father out of a lot of money.

I laughed. I just couldn’t stop it from bubbling up and out of my throat. Sure it wasn’t exactly the smartest of reactions to what I had just figured out, or what Ronnie had said. But then again, I could easily claim that I was still in shock and thus not completely thinking clearly. And from the scowl on Ronnie’s face, I would have to get control of myself soon and give him an explanation, or else risk getting into some serious trouble.

“Are you still being pigheaded about the misunderstanding from Summerset? Ronnie, I’ve tried over and over to explain to you what really happened. You’re just too stubborn to actually listen to me. Do you think I wanted to seduce you just so Allen could take your father’s money?”

I hated having to say his name. Just the mention of his name made me a little paranoid and I couldn’t stop myself from glancing around, certain that he was going to appear from behind a tree and beat me for having escaped from him. The park was suddenly much too dark; the little light threw shadows over everything. Perfect hiding places for someone as malicious as Allen. Without thinking, I moved a hair closer to Ronnie, jumping as I realized that we were now close enough that our bodies were touching.

Ronnie laughed suddenly. A harsh and sarcastic laugh. He didn’t believe me! “You always were a great actress, Elizabeth. Making me think you were honestly interested. And now acting as if your father was the one who set you up to what you did that night. And next I assume you’ll be telling me that you didn’t fall, and that he was beating you, right?” The glare on his face gave me pause. He had finally figured everything out, but he didn’t believe me. I could feel the tears in my eyes at the realization.

“Ronnie, you have to believe me! That is what happened. Allen was a dirty politician. He did things. Unspeakable things. God, why can’t you believe me on this?! I’m not lying, or acting. You’re right about everything now. Allen set me up trying to get your father’s money. He would beat me whenever I didn’t do whatever he thought I should, or when things didn’t turn out the way they should. I was on crutches because I refused to seduce you so that he could steal your father’s money! He broke my leg when I already had bruised ribs from not wanting to give in to him. I swear, it’s the truth! Please, you have to believe me!”

I knew that whatever Ronnie’s next decision was would either mean a miracle for me, or that I was very likely dead. It felt odd to have my life in someone else’s hands. Someone who I had mixed feelings for. While I hated Ronnie for his connection to my past and for being annoyingly stubborn, I still couldn’t ignore the small part of me that was left from Summerset when I had genuinely liked him.

Ronnie didn’t do anything for what felt like an eternity. Or perhaps it was just because I was so anxious about what he would say or do. When he finally seemed to realize that I was still waiting in panic for some sort of response, Ronnie merely stepped back away from me, obviously not wanting to be anywhere around me. I could understand. Hell, if someone had said something like that to me, I wouldn’t believe them either. So of course, Ronnie would have more sense than to believe what I had said. After all, we had sort of been the closest thing to mortal enemies for years now. Why should that change just because I told him the truth about what really happened with Allen?

The tears continued to fall down my face and I turned away from Ronnie, not wanting to let him see how upset I was. Although I was sure that as a vampyre he was sure to know regardless. I stepped away from him, intent on heading back to my apartment if he didn’t say anything soon. I felt horrid and could really use a good shower and cup of coffee. Hell, I might even drop by the little quickie shop around the corner from the apartment and pick up another pack of cigarettes. That would help. Yeah, that was starting to sound like a good plan to me right now.

Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. I was face to face with Ronnie again, his hands now on either side of my face, staring into my eyes as if he was trying to read whatever it was that was written there. The look on his face was a mixture of pain and curiosity. He seemed to at least want to believe me in what I had told him, even if he didn’t completely believe me so far. Within just what could have been a few seconds or maybe more, his lips were on mine, achingly sweet this time.

“I’m so sorry, Lizzie. I should have known better. The way that man looked at you all during that night. I should have been more perceptive. And I’ve acted like something worse than a jackass all this time. God, I should have been kinder to you this whole time. I should have known better. Even thinking that you were trying to do that to my father, I still should have had more manners than to treat you like I have.”

Ronnie’s hand gently traced my cheek. I couldn’t help but to gasp at the delicate caress. It was about as far from what I was expecting as could be without Ronnie doing something drastic like professing his undying love for me or some other such nonsense. Instead I couldn’t help but lean into his embrace. Call me crazy, but it was comforting to finally have someone in on the secret and to actually believe me completely, even if it was Ronnie Winters, who had up until this moment been my completely mortal enemy.

“Ronnie, I’m so sorry. I tried to tell you the truth that day at the coffee shop. But after you walked out of the coffee shop how was I supposed to tell you? I was on crutches because of the bastard and I couldn’t chase you like I so desperately wanted. And every time I tried to get in touch with you otherwise, you ignored me and refused to even speak to me or acknowledge that I was even there. You have to believe me! I tried to tell you!”

Ronnie stiffened and looked around suspiciously. That of course was bad news, and my panic didn’t miss that little bout of wariness. I was on high alert. Although to be perfectly honest with myself, high alert for me right now was very close to panic, which would not be a good idea should some bad guy come out and attack me. Ronnie moved his hand to his side and he continued to glance around as if scanning for enemies, even as he spoke to me again.

“We should get inside. Somewhere private where we can talk. Do you know of somewhere that we wouldn’t be disturbed?”

Perhaps I was a fool, but the way he said that sounded both sinister and sexy. Almost as if he was proposing a heated battle planning session or a heated make-out session. And with this new take on Ronnie, I wasn’t sure I would object to either of the options at this moment. So I merely nodded and started back towards my apartment. Addie and Elias would question me endlessly, but I could (hopefully) keep them from killing Ronnie long enough for me to explain. At least that was going to be the game plan.
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