VOTOMMENTO!! (VOTE AND COMMENT!!)

(Haha I've noticed a bunch of people have 'Vommit' and that kinda reminds me of bulimia so I didn't want to use it... I figured mine sounds more like something Voldemort would say when he goes all bad-ass on HARRY POTTA....so it's cooler....yeah...that sounded better in my head.

ANYWAYS, oh yes, it's a FULL MOON where I live. I had to upload. Hope you enjoy!! ;) <3



~Every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take, I'll be watching you. ~I feel so cold and I long for your embrace. *******************************************************************************************************

You know who had dropped me off at the thirty-third floor…only adding to one of the worst days of my life.

“Stairs suck,” I told myself for the fifth time as I ran up the long spirally staircase. Those stairs usually used as an emergency escape, fire exits, health nut they’re used for burning some extra calories after stopping at the donut shop across the street during lunch, or if you’re me, the Grim Reaper messed with the elevator and you were trying to stay as far away from the elevator as possible, just in case.

These stairs will definitely define my butt and calves by the time I got to the meeting’s floor.

As I reached the sixtieth floor I was gasping for air and sweat dripped down my back. I rested on one of the railings and waved casually at a man in a suit also using the stairs. His hair was dark as well as his eyes, blending into the dark tones of his clothes.

“Nice day,” I said casually as he walked by trying to hide my obvious stop for air after running up thirty flights of stairs.

At first I thought he was deaf because he hadn’t responded to me but as he walked a few feet he turned around and gave me a strange look and replied with, “I’m sorry, where you talking to me? ”

I cleared my throat awkwardly as he took his Bluetooth out of his ear. “It’s nothing… I was just saying how…how…nice it was outside.”

“Nice?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He smiled and took a step towards me. “It’s pouring outside and is freezing.” He searched my eyes as if trying to figure me out. “Have we met before?”

I adjusted the papers in my hands. Had he seen the images taken by the business people? The guy’s eyes flickered to my clothes and then back to my face. Oh no…does he think I’m ‘easy’ because I’m wearing David’s clothing? He’s way too cute to just start talking to me like this unless he has a reason!

“I don’t think so,” I replied coolly. “I work on the top floor. I don’t really see much besides buildings and David’s pen’s flying around the room when he’s mad.”

I took note that he didn’t laugh. “David?”

“Yep, David Star.”

He made a face. “You work on the top floor with David?”

“Yes.”

His dark eyes flickered from my shirt all the way down to my bare feet and he clucked his tongue. “And you’re wearing his clothes, yes?”

“Well yes,” I said quickly, starting to become flustered. “I needed a change of clothes I spilled water and—“

“So he also likes you,” he concluded, crossing his arms over his chest. “And you’re his what? Assistant?”

I let out a laugh at this stranger’s obvious approval. “Why would you ask me that? I guess…I mean he hired me so I hope so…” I stopped, realizing I had just met this person and they were asking me twenty questions. “I’m sorry, what’s your name again?”

“Not important. I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable. It’s just he never mentioned you to me and I’ve been working for this company for a long time, you know? Plus you’re kind of wearing his clothes so I thought you might have been a…”

I flushed.

God save me from this embarrassment.

“I’ll see you some other time….” He flashed a smile as he hinted he wanted my name, and put his hand out.

“Faith Williams, it’s nice to um…meet you…” I reluctantly clasped his hand, my suspicion at its peak. There was definitely something off with the guy but I just couldn’t pin point it. His thumb slightly brushed my wrist; the smallest motion that I almost thought it was an accident. But when I looked down at my wrist I saw a small change of color in my skin.

I sqinted at the patch of skin, trying to confirm that what I was seeing was real.

A small black heart lay in the middle of my wrist. When I rubbed it with the pad of my thumb it morphed into some sort of symbol. With wide eyes I rubbed ita gain, and it dissapeared completely as if it was never even there.

What the….hell?

Instead of saying his own name in courtesy, he bore into my eyes with his coal black ones. I instinctively felt slightly awkward of the intense stare and cleared my throat as I stepped away. He shook his head as if I did something wrong and spoke few simple words that would be stapled to the back of my head, before he descended the emergency stairs even further like he was trying to get away from me,

“Smart girl. True eye contact can reveal more than you really want to possess in a man.”

I stood there for the longest moment, pulling my head over the railing to watch him leave before I finally blinked and picked up a few papers I had dropped.

I took a deep breath and pushed my hair behind my ear before I opened the door to the sixty-sixth floor and hurried down the long, brightly lit hallway. An edgy feeling crossed my mind as I passed numerous workers giving me strange looks but one in particular mad me slow. As I was only feet away from my destination I passed a tall man with practically white-blonde hair, dark eyes and an expensive suit. But right when they were in the corner of my vision their image seemed to flicker making their eyes slant slightly, their hair became darker, their clothes melted into jeans and a sweatshirt. I even heard the thump of their boots that I hadn’t heard before.

“Excuse me,” they mumbled as they accidently bumped into me, their fingers to their ear as they fumbled with their Bluetooth. I found myself turning around to follow them with my eyes and almost dropped my papers completely.

Their hair returned to its grey color, their clothes back into a suit.

I wasted no time before I shook myself off and turned back around. I wouldn’t let it faze me, I was just tired, and that was it. I just need to take a breath of fresh air. The long glass room seemed to become further away; the room seemed to spin slightly.

“Fool me once,” a smooth voice whispered in my ear.

I froze and turned curiously to see a woman holding out one of my copied papers. “You dropped this,” she said, before quickly moving around me.

“Hold on I wasn’t ready. Try again,” the voice repeated, sounding directly behind me.

I whirled around expecting the worst, and very much did.

My eyes were at level with a lean, and yet wide chest, covered by a velvety red suit. I slowly looked up the tall frame of the man to see a familiar display of exotic skull makeup matched with a black top hat that covered one of their dark eyes. A slow, almost wrathful smile stretched along their teeth, revealing sharp pointed fangs.

He raised eyebrow. Fool me twice? His voice spoke into my mind. He took a step back and slowly slid a black covered finger under his throat in a slashing motion and mouthed, “Someone dies.”

The papers dropped to the floor once again.

“I won’t let you hurt him!” I burst out, grabbing the lapels of his suit. A single blink and the person changed into a middle aged man with grey hair and dark blue eyes. I quickly let go of him and covered my mouth.

“What the hell is wrong with you? I hurt no one!”

I could do nothing but stare with wide eyes. Was I really imagining all of this or was he really just in front of me? Was he playing tricks on me?

He made a face at me and said in a thick indescribable accent, “Lady, get your head out of the damn clouds and please move out of the way! You’re going to make me late.”

“R-right, I’m sorry!”I pressed against the hallway walls to let him pass by. My heart thudded in my chest as I retrieved the papers once again and attempted to stack them neatly. I clasped them in my sweaty hands and continued down the hallway with my head down, determined to reach the glass room.

With shaky hands I grasped the doorknob, but it wouldn’t open. I took a calming breath to try and calm my nerves, looked over my shoulder and then peered into the room. A long polished wooden table sat in the center of the room, surrounded by about thirty people in chairs. They all wore business suits and looked pristine in looks, and behavior. All of their attention stayed glued to the front of the table where Devin Star stood.

Well, most of them were paying attention to Devin star.

David sat back in his chair, his feet holding him suspended in the air as he balanced on to two back legs of the chair. I broke out in a laugh when I realized he was trying to read the plaque on the wall behind him upside down. His dressshirt and suit jacket stretched over his muscles as he tried to lean further back, to the point that I really thought he was going to fall over. The men at the table all put their head down to the papers in front of them as if Devin asked them to do something. Everyone was deep in thought, rapidly writing onto pieces of paper.

This of course made David even more noticeable as he continued to lean back in his chair and flick his tie up to hit his face numerous times.

Devin’s eyes locked onto mine for an instant and then onto the young man playing with his chair. H gave me a small smile before he sauntered across the room, his hands in his pockets, nearing in on David.

I knocked gently on the glass to warn David.

His blond head darted in my direction and he made a face that read ‘What?’, but it was too late. Devin pulled back David’s tilted chair until he rolled backwards over the chair and landed on his back. He lay on the floor for a while with a frown on his face until he sat up on his forearms and glared up at Devin.

Davod hoped up onto his feet and brushed his suit off.

By reading lips I could see that Devin had said something like, “Dumbass,” and whacked the back of his sons head.

I covered my mouth to hold my laughter, but even through the walls I could hear the room’s muffled cachinnations and smiles.

David’s face held no amusement. He straightened his back, muttered some sort of curse to Devin and then made his way the exit of the room in long strides, his face serious.

As he neared my heart started to flutter in some sort of anticipation. The feeling quickly stopped when I realized he was in one of his moods and it was bad.

He narrowed his chocolate eyes at me as he opened the door. “I wouldn’t laugh if I were you; you’re the one dressed as a messy-haired quarter back who can’t afford shoes and looks like a filthy--” He seemed to stop himself from adding the rest of the sentence and brushed past me.

“Someone’s a bit sassy. It must be the new hair color I heard blondes p.m.s like a bull,” I called after him facetiously.

His back stiffened as he stopped and turned around and gave me one of his intimidating looks. “Excuse me?”

“You p.m.s like a bull,” I repeated slower, my voice surprisingly stern. “Take a chill pill…or take a hot bath.” I couldn’t help but laugh after I said that one.

He barked out a humorless laugh and scratched his jaw, a movement that looked like he was thinking of an excellent comeback. His eyes grazed over my form as he replied with, “Fascinating. I should have known an impertinent and yet moronic young woman as you would comment about my irascible mood so wittily.”

My mouth gapped open. Did he just diss me with vocabulary? “Ouch that one really stung, Blondie. Maybe I should go get Devin to slap you in the head again, you domineering ass-hole.”

David raised an eyebrow. “Well, well, domineering, one point for Faith. What are we, tied now? I wouldn’t get too cocky I might get ahead.” He took a step forward, clasped his hands behind his back, and turned casually towards the meeting room as if he didn’t want anyone to know he was speaking to me. “You can figuratively try this onto size, Miss Williams. I extensively hope you have a change of clothes, because you’re not leaving this building with my clothes on your commodious-sized ass,” he turned his back to me and began walking away as he added, “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Hey!” I yelled after him and started to jog over to him. “Get back here, Buddy, you’re not getting away with that.” I pulled on his arm to try and stop him but he just shook me off of him. I ran in front of him and blocked his way. “What the heck is wrong with you? You’re being a jerk!”

A lull of time passed between us and I watched his jaw clench and unclench as he stared over my head. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just pissy.”

“Pissy? That’s what you call your moods, pissy?”

David rolled his eyes and tried to move around me. I blocked his path. He veered right and I blocked his path again. “Don’t test me. I’ll trample you,” he threatened, puffing out his chest in an intimidating way.

I threw my hand up to his chest, stopping him from coming any closer. “Listen, I don’t know if something horrible is going on in your life, or if someone died, or if your life is just horrible at the moment unless you actually tell me. If you’re not going to open up, don’t take it out on me because I did absolutely nothing wrong.” I took my hand off his chest when his eyes darted down to it. “I don’t need your crap, ok? I have enough going on in my life.”

He snorted. “You get paid over five hundred dollars a day, you live in a decent apartment, you’re not that bad looking, and you have absolutely no family issues.” He put a warm hand on my shoulder and pouted his lip as he said, “Boo hoo. You’re life thoroughly sucks. Now move over.”

I whacked his arm away and wished that my furious blush would just wipe away from my skin. “You know what? Fine I will. Just take these stupid papers that you made me stupidly get.”I held the stack of paper I was holding out in front of

“I don’t want the stupid papers that you stupidly got. They’re all crinkled.”

I let out a small grown in my throat. “Are you serious?” I asked between clenched teeth. “Do you know how much trouble I had with that copier? How many stairs I had to climb?”

“There’s nothing wrong with our copier. We have an elevator,” he said dryly.

“I’m serious.”

“And I’m not? Explain to me.” He brushed his suit jacket back and put his hands on his hips. “ If I’m being serious, you’re being serious—both of us are being serious, I’m tired, you’re tired—we’re both tired, you’re annoying me, I’m annoying you--we’re both incredibly annoyed, I’m in the worst possible mood I could be in and I feel like shit, you’re being a bitch and defending your opinions as usual…” David threw his arms up In exasperation and slapped them on his sides as if to say ‘Do you see the similarities!’ “If we’re both not in the mood to talk to anyone, then why, Miss Williams, are we fucking talking to each other right now?”

I shut my tired eyes, so exhausted from the sleepless night before, the pictures that were taken of me, the fights, dealing with the apartment, keeping myself sane, and attempting to keep away from a certain stalker. “You’re right. Life sucks,” I muttered, starting to feel a small pressure behind my eyes. I avoided his gaze by looking into the meeting room, where Devin had continued up another conversation.

We stood there for a long time, trying to make due of the intense argument. I crossed my arms over my chest when another worker passed by and gave me the strangest look. I turned my head and debated whether to flip them off. I was done; I was done with these freaking looks everyone was giving me. It was almost as if they were looking down at me. People never held the elevator; people never went in the elevator when I rode it.

I’m so done with this.

I put my hands up. “You know what, I’m so done with this. I’m going home. And I don’t care if you fire me because you suck at being a boss!” I turned around, ready to storm away as he almost did. But no, I had to continue with my rant. I whirled around and jabbed a finger at his chest. “Not to mention you leave your socks around your office, your cologne is very intoxicating, you change your hairstyle every other week, your desk drawers are always a mess and I always have to clean them out and—ugh! Stop looking at me like that! It’s hard enough to yell at you when you’re the size of a 600 pound quarter back on steroids!”

“You think I could be a quarter back?” His lip twitched up into a smile as he continued to lean his head against the hallway wall, his body angled towards me as well as his head. His blonde hair was frustratingly in his milk chocolate eyes and all I wanted to do was brush it out as he spoke. “And B.S. Get your facts right, Assistant, I don’t weigh 600 pounds I weigh—“

“Two- twenty and counting if you keep eating those Twinkies whenever you have free time out of those stashes you keep.”

“Twinkies?” He pushed off the wall as fast as a Cheetah. “You know where my Twinkie stash is? I don’t believe you,” he said almost frantically. “Are you eating them?”

I barked out a laugh. “It’s not like you hide them in a good spot. Almost everything you hide is on your computer, stuffed in your shoe, up your sleeve, or under all the contents of your trashcan in a wadded up tissue. By the way, I’m telling Carol you don’t eat her trail-mix bars anymore. I have to keep lying to her and say you eat them with a smile!”

“David glanced at the meeting room and then hushed me. “Keep it down you’re getting louder by the minute.” “I will not keep it down!”

“You will keep it down,” he insisted, in such a friendly voice it was creepy. “You will also get out of my way so I can stop talking to you.”

“You can go around me.”

He narrowed his eyes. “No. You’re planning something.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m five foot eight and the last object I deemed heavy was lifting a box of paper towels.” I motioned to his massively tall, bulky frame. “I think you’re good, Sasquatch.”

“Fine,” he said, awkwardly stepping around me. “Did I at least win that argument?” he asked hopefully, his tone completely loosing it’s dangerous edge. “I felt as if I had the upper hand.” I patted his bicep in sympathy. “No David. I’m pretty, fragile and loved by many. You’re ugly on the inside and an ass-hole on the outside. Nobody likes you. I always win.”

His lip wiggled as if he was going to say, “I’M PRETTY TOO!” and storm away. Instead he settled with whispering into my ear, “I don’t like you. You’re annoying, and you’re mean to me. Eat dirt.”

“You’re meaner,” I snapped, in the same child-like tone.

It was overall a strange argument.

David gave me another un-friendly smile before he stormed away once again, this time leaving for real.

“Hope you get stuck in the elevator for nine hours and are deprived of your precious Twinkies!” I shouted after him.

He fipped me off.

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Are you thinking... holy cow, where the flipping nacho is the rest of this chapter?

Are you thinking... holy munchkin,where the jelly bean is Death?

Are you thinking...these food references are making me hungry and the one after this isn't?

Or are you thinking...holy broccoli rob with ketchup, what will happen in the next chapter! I feel something simmering and it bothers me like a stupid nurse giving me a flu shot!!

******That last part actually happened...flu shots hurt like hell don't listen to the liars!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>That picture to the right still to this day freaks the $naz out of me and idk why. >>:)))))