strange encounter (tag: gene)

[Noemi Lefèvre]

reserved for miss genevieve demont

Noemi was walking by herself. She was window shopping. Her scarf wrapped tight around her neck and her red hair spilling over her shoulders. She was in desperate need of a haircut, but she never wanted to actually take the effort and responsibility of cutting it. She liked it just the way it was, and she didn't want the hair dresser "accidentally" cutting off inches of her hair off. Her hands were keeping shelter in the pockets of her coat and were also protected by knit gloves. It was chilly out, to say the least. The cold was so biting that if she hadn’t known better she would have assumed that dementors were all over the city.

But it was just the miserable, terrible, forever enduring cold. It wrapped itself around you in the morning and would never let you go. It made you tremble as you went on your daily business. Your teeth would chatter and the sweet whispers of a warm fire, a hot cocoa, or fresh out of the oven bread send such a happiness through you that you are immediately revitalized. You are able to go about your day and you can get through it all because you know that there is something waiting there for you. There is something great, something beautiful. There is a light after the dark, dismal tunnel. There is always an optimistic way of looking at things.

That was too easy, though. Saying that the glass half full was just a cope out, in Noemi’s mind. She wanted to complain about the cold and how it was freezing her bones to death. She wanted it to be known that she thought it was unnecessary and she was about to apparate to a far off island with endless beaches and sun that would shine for days. She wanted to, but she stayed put. After all, she had school to attend and classes to excel in. She had a whole life mapped out for her, and she figured that the best road to take was to stay in school. It was cheesy, but true. Running around traveling like Lunette did not interest her, and frankly she was certain that her certain is dead seeing as they have not heard a word from her in the past few years.

It was dumb to dwell on such circumstances. It was a waste of her time, and Noemi had better things to do. Like marvel at the wonderful pair of dragon skin gloves that were on display in the window. She stopped immediately and went up closer to the glass. She bent down to get on eye level with the gloves, and she was staring, gaping, gazing, wanting, needing. She never laid eyes upon something as fabulous as those. And there was an almost guarantee that they wouldn’t break her heart like any male would. She wanted to try them on and never take them off. She could only just imagine how fabulous they would look on her. She was lost in her own world, one where she owned those gloves and everyone fancied them and her. Why, what a wonderful world that would be to live in.

[genevieve demont]

”I’ll be back soon my love. I just wanted to run into town for a little bit,” Genevieve told her husband, as she hurridly put on her coat and gloves before venturing out into the cold. Silas and Genevieve had been attached at the hip the past few weeks. He was a vampire now, changed by his own wife after two years of thoughtful consideration of both the pros and the cons of a transformation. It was had been gruesome to watch own husband lying on the floor of the Enchanted Forest, writhing in pain and, most importantly, watching him drink blood. Silas was doing incredibly well for a newborn vampire; he seemed to have some level of self-control when it came to being in large groups, although now and then Gene noticed his now hazel eyes flicker when an unfamiliar person walked into the room. Other than that, their marriage couldn’t be anymore perfect. Silas was a new man, a new hot man in everyone’s eyes so it seemed. But to Genevieve, it was like he had been holding back on her all these years they were together. There was a new sense of urgency when he kissed her, touched, held her. He was more rough with her instead of always so timid. Was it wrong that it turned her on? Yeah probably. Most women would probably think a man being as rough as Silas was to her meant he was abusive or something along those lines. Not to Genevieve, though. She had lived with his shyness when it came to public displays of affection (or displays of affect PERIOD rather) for the 4 years they were together. Yeah, she liked this new Silas very much…as so it seemed the rest of the female population as well.

Genevieve planted a kiss on her husband’s lips before leaving the Cossu Common Room. Not that Genevieve particularly wanted to go, but it was more that she had to. She was Silas’ bodyguard in a way, always having to be there to protect him in case he lost control and went after one of their housemates. However, it had been weeks and Silas had fed enough that Gene didn’t think he would be much of a threat to anyone. All she wanted to do was get away for a little; get some fresh air, window shop, think about how wonderful her life is, you get the idea.

It was freezing outside, but then Gene was always particularly cold. The wind nipped at her cheeks, but probably not as harshly as someone with, say, warm skin. She stuffed her hands into her pockets as she wanted along, looking in the boutique windows at the outfits, trinkets, accessories, and home décor in each one. One day, when she and Silas were out of this school, they would have their own home. Genevieve strongly considered even buying one over their break and moving in together for the time and, when they had graduated, they would already have a home to go home to. She had enough money in the bank considering she never really spent it on anything more than a couple of outfits here and there. Her father and mother were very generous when they had gotten wind their little girl was married. They expected grandkids to be popping out right away, but they didn’t understand. Genevieve would never have children, not of her own anyway. It was one of the many disadvantages of being a vampire and one she thought for sure would hinder her relationship with Silas. But Silas didn’t care; he was such an understanding man that he wasn’t going to let something like that get in the way of marrying the woman he loved.

A blur of fiery red hair walked past her and stopped at one of the shop windows a little ways down. Genevieve had almost forgotten about her, but then again, how could one forget someone who tried to take your boyfriend away from you? Shame on her, because that same night Silas proposed to Gene by the lake. Suck on that Noemi. xD But Genevieve was a new person now; changed after two years of marriage and a year away in her England home without any contact with those she loved, including her own husband. Thinking back on it, she and Noemi acted as children when they bickered about stupid things. Maybe it was time to be the bigger man and reconcile. They were older now, right? They could act civilly. Genevieve exhaled deeply before approaching her, unsure of how her greeting would be received. ”Hi Noemi,” she said cheerily, bracing herself for the retort she was sure to hear. Or maybe she wouldn’t, it was wrong for Gene to make judgments like that.

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[Noemi Lefèvre]

She was none too pleased when someone called out her name and broke her away from the dream she was having. It was such a beautiful dream, too. She had on those gloves and everyone was dazzling over her. They were jealous and could not help but want to be her, and obviously she could not really help them with that problem either. There was always going to only be one Noemi in this world, and she was intent on keeping it that way. How could someone ever replace her? How could someone be better than her? She had no answer to the question, and she was never really going to search for one. Why let someone be better than her? That seemed like an odd and foolish thing to do.

Noemi stood up from where she was squatting. The window was not clear enough to give her any hint as to who was behind her. The voice was not very recognizable, but there were few voices that Noemi ever bothered to notice on spot. Those few people were generally the only ones she wanted to see so she was curious as to who may be calling her out on this chilly day. It seemed to take centuries, but she finally turned around and she was faced with one of the more peculiar meetings she has ever had. Noemi could not help but wonder what the hell was going on in her life. She was waiting for a slap or a b*tch comment or something to make things back to normal. This was not normal. Gene just stopping in the middle of her day to say hello to Noemi, or worse she was following the redhead to this spot, which then lead to two options: one that the girl followed her so that she could murder her or two the girl followed her because she wanted to be friends.

Friends. The very thought of the two of them being friends was laughable. She wanted to just bust out laughing, but instead she looked at Gene. She glanced at her outfit, her face, her hair, her everything. She searched for any inclination that may lead Noemi to exactly what was going on. She found nothing, though, but Noemi never claimed to have expert skills in deduction. She took a deep breath in, as if preparing for a sprint and replied to the girl. "Hello, Genevieve," she said, her voice was stiff, but how else was she expected to react?

These two have never been friends and the day they would ever become friends they may as well welcome the apocalypse with welcome arms. To be honest, Noemi never remembered where the original hatred began, but it was a deep disliking that the two shared. That was something Noemi did remember. Now, she didn't know what to expect from her so she was keeping her guard up. Gene was full of contempt for her so she was not about to be as cheery, but she could at least be decent. "How are you?" Wasn't that normally the next step in a conversation?

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[genevieve demont]

Hello, Genevieve
Noemi’s voice was stiff, but Genevieve smiled anyway. After everything the two of them had been through, it was expected that Noemi would react this way. It was even taking a lot for Genevieve to not talk to her the same way. Or actually, it took a lot for her to talk to Noemi at all. Noemi put Genevieve through a lot of crap, but then so did Genevieve do to her. That was their problem; they always fell for the same guys and made some sort of hobby out of seeing who could steal more guys from whom. It was a lot of work really and, when Gene started dating Silas, Gene thought it was going to be over and done with. Well, it was finished from her side of the ring, not Noemi’s. That much was clear the night Genevieve caught her trying to kiss Silas in one of the towers. To say she was furious was an understatement and it took all of her strength not to rip Noemi’s throat. Damn red-headed bxtch….

Of course, Genevieve had prevailed again that night because Silas proposed to her by the lake after the biggest fight they had ever had. It was worse than Gene cheating on him with Rue or this one they just had now when she returned from her year in England. Almost cheating with her #1 enemy was a HUGEEE no-no, especially since Genevieve had been in such a vulnerable state then she really thought Noemi would succeed in stealing Silas from her. Of course, she knew now that it would have never happened. Silas loved Gene and only Gene and that was how it was going to be for the rest of eternity.

How are you?

Well, it was a start she supposed. At least it wasn’t going to be the two of them staring each other down until one of them broke. Gene rocked back and forth on her heels, her blue eyes searching from some place the two of them could sit. Standing with your enemy was just too awkward for her. Off in the distance, she found a low-standing wall, those types that made up flowerbeds, and walked towards it. She sat down, resting her bag on one side of her, and patting the other with her hand. ”I’m doing well, I suppose. How about yourself?”

[/b] she asked. Genevieve wondered for a moment if she actually cared and then decided that she did. If she was truly going to commit to trying to put their past behind them and move on, she had to at least pretend she cared a little, right?

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NOTES it will get better, promise!
TAGGED noemi
WORDS 442
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