As They Fell: Curiosity Killed the Reporter. (Part 1)
Oct 14, 2015 23:27:52 GMT -6
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Post by Alexandre on Oct 14, 2015 23:27:52 GMT -6
This will be a series revolving around both Alexandre's past and love life. Instead of typing up a "history" section in his biography, I thought it'd be more fun to do a story. You can read it or skim through it, doesn't really matter.
Why is he so cruel? Why does he hate angels so? Why is he so dominant? Those questions will be answered in this mini-series. Probably.
Could this have been a mistake? Previously, a bold little journalist had called Alexandre’s clinic requesting an audience. Many rumors surrounded the doctor; one being that he was a high-ranking demon. Curiosity had baited the reporter to the clinic’s doors, but now the idea of being in a room with the rumored supernatural being seemed… nerve wrecking.
Speak of the devil. Almost as if on cue, Alexandre’s slow, almost teasing footsteps could be heard descending the stairway. It wasn’t long before his figure appeared in the waiting room. There was a kind, peaceful smile on the doctor’s face, and this relieved the reporter. Somewhat. There was a snake-like feeling to that smile of his.
Click.
Was... was that the main entrance locking? Nah, it couldn't have been.
“Hello, sir.” The reporter stands up abruptly and extends his hand. For just a heartbeat, a faint look of dissatisfaction seemed to flash across Alexandre’s face, though it was quickly buried beneath that welcoming smile of his.
“Good morning, young man,” Alexandre gingerly shook the reporter’s hand, firmly grasping it as he did so, “You wanted to ask me a few questions, right?” Letting go of the reporter’s hand, the doctor sat down on the couch across from the reporter and crossed his legs ankle over knee, finger-laced hands resting his lap.
Said reporter cringed slightly, though his lips tried desperately to mirror Alexandre’s charming smile. Speaking of which, that smile seemed to grow more and more mocking by the second. “Yes,” the man sat back down and began to flip through his notebook, fully aware of Alexandre’s gaze piercing his skull, “I hear there are a lot of rumors about you, have you heard any of them yourself?”
Alexandre chuckled.
“Yes, of course. Some of them are quite absurd, really.”
“You think so?”
“Yes. Especially the one about me being a demon.”
“Why is that?”
The journalist swallowed thickly. It was almost as if Alexandre read his mind, or heard his thoughts from earlier.
“Because why start a rumor about something that’s true?”
“What?”
The reporter nearly dropped his notebook as he looked up at the doctor, wide-eyed and almost frightened. This guy had to be kidding, right? Meanwhile, Alexandre's lighthearted laughter seemed to fill the room.
“Mmhm. but I wasn’t born one. In fact, there’s a story behind it all. Would you like to hear it?”
Would he? The young man across from Alexandre cleared his throat, determined to make the most of this interview. Calming himself the best he could, the journalist replied with as much confidence as possible.
“Yes.”
“Great! But, since it’ll take awhile, I’m going to make something to drink. Would you like anything?”
Might as well, right? “Tea, please.”
A gleam seemed to linger in Alexandre’s eyes as he stood up, silently heading towards the kitchen.
Not too long after, he returned with two expensive-looking cups of tea resting on expensive-looking saucers, the tea's overwhelming fragrance filling the room.
"Thank you..." The reporter didn't drink the tea, but instead chose to look at the doctor as they sipped theirs.
"Of course. Now, where would you like me to start?"
"Perhaps your birth?"
"Ah, that sounds like an excellent choice."
The young journalist inhaled slowly. This doctor guy was probably just another nutcase, but it wouldn't hurt to hear him out. Besides, there was nothing much to do today.
Why is he so cruel? Why does he hate angels so? Why is he so dominant? Those questions will be answered in this mini-series. Probably.
Could this have been a mistake? Previously, a bold little journalist had called Alexandre’s clinic requesting an audience. Many rumors surrounded the doctor; one being that he was a high-ranking demon. Curiosity had baited the reporter to the clinic’s doors, but now the idea of being in a room with the rumored supernatural being seemed… nerve wrecking.
Speak of the devil. Almost as if on cue, Alexandre’s slow, almost teasing footsteps could be heard descending the stairway. It wasn’t long before his figure appeared in the waiting room. There was a kind, peaceful smile on the doctor’s face, and this relieved the reporter. Somewhat. There was a snake-like feeling to that smile of his.
Click.
Was... was that the main entrance locking? Nah, it couldn't have been.
“Hello, sir.” The reporter stands up abruptly and extends his hand. For just a heartbeat, a faint look of dissatisfaction seemed to flash across Alexandre’s face, though it was quickly buried beneath that welcoming smile of his.
“Good morning, young man,” Alexandre gingerly shook the reporter’s hand, firmly grasping it as he did so, “You wanted to ask me a few questions, right?” Letting go of the reporter’s hand, the doctor sat down on the couch across from the reporter and crossed his legs ankle over knee, finger-laced hands resting his lap.
Said reporter cringed slightly, though his lips tried desperately to mirror Alexandre’s charming smile. Speaking of which, that smile seemed to grow more and more mocking by the second. “Yes,” the man sat back down and began to flip through his notebook, fully aware of Alexandre’s gaze piercing his skull, “I hear there are a lot of rumors about you, have you heard any of them yourself?”
Alexandre chuckled.
“Yes, of course. Some of them are quite absurd, really.”
“You think so?”
“Yes. Especially the one about me being a demon.”
“Why is that?”
The journalist swallowed thickly. It was almost as if Alexandre read his mind, or heard his thoughts from earlier.
“Because why start a rumor about something that’s true?”
“What?”
The reporter nearly dropped his notebook as he looked up at the doctor, wide-eyed and almost frightened. This guy had to be kidding, right? Meanwhile, Alexandre's lighthearted laughter seemed to fill the room.
“Mmhm. but I wasn’t born one. In fact, there’s a story behind it all. Would you like to hear it?”
Would he? The young man across from Alexandre cleared his throat, determined to make the most of this interview. Calming himself the best he could, the journalist replied with as much confidence as possible.
“Yes.”
“Great! But, since it’ll take awhile, I’m going to make something to drink. Would you like anything?”
Might as well, right? “Tea, please.”
A gleam seemed to linger in Alexandre’s eyes as he stood up, silently heading towards the kitchen.
Not too long after, he returned with two expensive-looking cups of tea resting on expensive-looking saucers, the tea's overwhelming fragrance filling the room.
"Thank you..." The reporter didn't drink the tea, but instead chose to look at the doctor as they sipped theirs.
"Of course. Now, where would you like me to start?"
"Perhaps your birth?"
"Ah, that sounds like an excellent choice."
The young journalist inhaled slowly. This doctor guy was probably just another nutcase, but it wouldn't hurt to hear him out. Besides, there was nothing much to do today.