Her New Reality (Abraxas and Ksenia)

Ksenia walked down the snow covered street keeping her head down. It had been a week since she last saw Abraxas. She couldn't believe her luck at how long a time he stayed away from her. She changed so much since she ran into him at the bar then. She became weaker, more so then she was willing to admit. She had started drinking more. Every night she would find herself some alcohol, staying clear of that pub where she met him. She didn't want to run into him again. She didn't count how many bottles of vodka she drank that week. But they were many, much more then usual. It helped dim the pain. The pain that was caused by the realization that she would have to live the rest of her life with him. It wasn't uncommon for her to cry when she was alone in her bed at night now. She came to dread every day, fearing that he would find her again then.

Abraxas marched onto the street. It was another night of drinking, and he was wobbling all over the place. He wasn't intoxicated exactly, but he was pretty tipsy. He found the familiar face he had been waiting for all week, and he knew right there and then he shouldn't act so stupid, and he managed to straighten himself up before she could see him.

"What are you doing here at this time of day?" he asked.

Ksenia stopped as Abraxas came to stand in front of her. Her frame froze for a second. What was he going to do to her this time? She rubbed some cold out of her arms as she looked up at him. "Walking," she answered sighing. Her tone was almost submissive, it was something she hated. She had bee drinking again and was just taking a walk before returning to the school.

Abraxas nodded. "Well, you're walking. Well done. What have you been doing?" He raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms. "And don't you dare think I'm letting you get away this time, girl."

Lsenia sighed once again. "Drinking. That's what I've been doing, Abraxas." she looked up at him, a frown on her face. She didn't fight, she knew that it woulddo her no good right now. "What are you going to do with me this time?" she asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know... it's quiet, and there's no one around." He then grabbed Kyra's waist and held it close to him, and he realized quickly how short she was. He smirked; this gave him a lot of advantage.

Ksenia gasped as he pulled her close. "It's also cold here," she muttered to him. She didn't look into his eyes.

Abraxas rolled his eyes. Honestly, Kyra was giving him more of a headache than he hoped. "Well, it's winter. What do you expect?"

"I expect not to spend so much time standing out in the cold," Ksenia snapped at him, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Abraxas shook her head. "No. Shut up. A little less of that and a little more of this." He lifted Kyra off the ground so he could press his lips harshly on hers, holding her tight so she can't wriggle off him.

Ksenia's mouth opened slightly in his at his sudden harsh kiss. It did not terrify her as much as his kisses did a week ago. This one was different. It was more like an attack. She couldn't help but move her lips slightly against his: to fight back, to fight his control over her.

Abraxas could feel that Nia was actually moving her lips this time round, and if he could, he would have smirked, but he couldn't, so he didn't. He ran his hand through her long, brown hair. It felt smooth, silky.

If only he would stop hurting me this wouldn't be so bad, Ksenia thought to herself. His touch felt nice, She settled her hands on his shoulders as he held her off the ground. She was so much smaller then him. She moved her lips more, losing herself slightly in the kiss.

Abraxas was... glad Kyra stopped being difficult and finally let herself go with this kiss. He kept running his fingers through that beautiful long hair of hers, and he pressed his head towards hers.

Ksenia pulled back from the kiss, gasping for air. Her eyes were wide, her pulse racing. It was so exhilarating. It was so unfamiliar, yet so enticing at the same time. A blush covered her cheeks as she tried to regain her breath.

When Kyra let go, Abraxas could finally breathe again. "And you've never kissed anyone before me, yeah?" he asked.

Ksenia looked up at him, meeting his eyes. "I said that didn't I?" she said, her voice a bit raspy.

Abraxas nodded. "So you did." He pulled her close to him again. "Ready for another round?"

"Can we at least move somewhere more comfortable?" Ksenia asked.

Abraxas raised his eyebrow. "Like my house?" he asked mischievously.

"If you like," Ksenia said shrugging her shoulders slightly. She knew that she would be dragged to his house again sooner or later. At least there she would be more comfortable. Or so she hoped.