The Past and the Present

A while ago, she'd pulled out a medieval history book, and began to read it, little things like pencils floating off of her desk as she lost herself in the book. She'd been reading for a while, ignoring the strand of black and red streaked hair that kept making it's way to her face, until finally, she let go of the book, pinning the hair down in frustration. In her frustration, her mind and turned several pages in the book, and when she looked down, everything that had been floating around her crashed down. Bane. In big bold letters. 'That's like Trephas' family..' she mused to herself, and immediately, everything began to float again, figuring that it was probably just Trephas's ancestors.

She'd read half a page on the Bane family, before she stared in thought. Trephas Ark Bane. Eben Trephas Bane. the objects clattered down again. This was very interesting. She wasn't even sure that she wanted to keep going, but she did. The Bane was very affluent in society, until their sudden disapearance. All of the Banes disapeared without a trace, leaving everything behind. Even to this day, no one know where they are. her eyes scanned the sentence over and over in disbelief, before she stood, turning from the book and walking around slowly, trying to shake the cobwebs from her head. This couldn't be true.. It was too weird. Yet somehow, she knew that it was true.

Lex spun on her heel, looking for the source of the angry voice, and was a bit surprised to find Eben staring at her accusingly. She had hoped it wasn't true, but considering Eben's look, accusitory tone, and the fact that he held the book in his hands told her that she was right. Her eyes slammed shut over her emotions, hiding the flare of anger that welled up inside her, though a book fell rather violently off of a shelf. "I don't think I like what you're getting at." she said slowly, her words careful and measured, barely audible. The books on a shelf rattled for a moment, before she coaxed herself, 'Control, control..' the shaking subsided, however, her anger did not. A small voice in the back of her mind told her to walk away, but she remained where she was, dull eyes watching Eben, as though she didn't care about a thing in the world.

It had been a messed up week, and the last thing she needed was Eben accusing her. It was as though he thought she was planning a murder. The books started rattling again, 'Control, control!.'

Several more books fell off as her anger took over her, bringing her past her boiling point to her strongest point. Her eyes darkened, as though the scariest sea storm immaginable had just come over her. She turned pale, but not of fear, but instead, pure anger, she clenched her fists tightly at her sides, trying to control herself. "I. have. nothing. to. say. to. you." she stopped almost completely after every word, her words even quieter, dripping with control. She turned on her heel then, forcing herself to walk away, taking slow, measured steps, focusing on walking rather than the need to throw Eben against the wall, her anger filling almost all of her being. 'Step..Step..' she told herself, trying desperately to keep control, 'He'd Trephas's cousin..Walk away..'

As soon as he touched her, it was like a pulse of energy passed out of her body. Several books a great distance away from her fell off of their shelves, and without even batting an eyelash, Eben was raised from the ground, and thrust rapidly against the wall, the strength of her anger holding him there. The she spun, and looked at him. Her eyes were nearly black now, her mouth set in a firm line. Slowly she approached him, the presure of her mind upon him bearing down harder as she moved. "I have done nothing to you. I walked away so that I could continue that record, but you've pushed me too far." her words dripped with acidic anger, clenching her fists and pushing his arms closer against the wall.

She stopped when she was close by him, her voice cold as steel, but extremely quite. "You know nothing of me. One memory does not give you a window into my past," she made solid eye contact with him, "Do. Not. Make." each word released then pushed him against the wall again, "The mistake of thinking the whole world is out to get you, Eben Bane."

It was not his threat that bothered her, for she knew that were he to look into her past, into her memories, only shock, pain, utter terror, would fill him. But still her anger went out of her, and she released him gently to the ground. Now had she been like any normal girl, she probably would have cried, but she rarely cried. Ever. Still, her eyes turned several shades lighter. "Do you really think that I'd use it against you?" her voice was raised now, surprisingly, proof that she was no longer angry. She spread her arms wide, feet planted, her gaze neither scared nor challenging, "Go for it. Do whatever you want. Beat me up for all I care. Even look into my memories. Maybe it'll explain why I'm not afraid of you." she drew a deep breath, "Though, I'm not sure you could handle it." her words were earnest, even though she knew he was angry beyond logic, just as she had been just a second ago.

She dropped her arms to her sides. "Go for it Eben. Look for all my secrets. I don't care." her words were solid. There was no fear, no anger, no sadness, just stability. She'd learned long ago how to capture her emotions in a bottle. She'd have to do some more dancing after this.