The scene opens in Illusion’s room, she lies face up upon her bed. There is a man over her, his hair long and covering his face, so that he may not be made out. One of his hands are at rest near her waist, and the other is by her shoulder. Their silhouettes are all that can be made from the pale blue light of the moon. They seem to have been talking a while in this position, and the man’s voice seems familiar, and Illusion sound rather agitated.
Illusion: Perhaps I have...
???: There is no perhaps.
Illusion: Who labeled you the one to say if there is or isn't a perhaps? How are you so certain anything has shot across my mind on this matter?
???: Because I know these things. I'm not as 'special' as everybody would have 'the rest of you' believe. But I don't go without my gifts.
Illusion shifts a bit under the man.
Illusion: And what gifts would you posses then?
???: Not really gifts as such… telepathy and such are in everyone. Just that 'everyone' is too stupid to use it for the most part.
Illusion: Or perhaps they are scared of what they might find, I know right now that what I see horrifies me.
???: And how do you know that's what you're really seeing? Maybe you just wish it was. Whilst you're not as 'tainted' as the rest of the world, there's still person in you.
Illusion: But my beast overpowers my person, I can smell the emotions you are feeling. I can smell what you want. Perhaps my vision is blurred, but my nose does not lie.
As she speaks her head goes close to the man, she is taking in his scent and speaking to him. He moves his head to watch her slightly.
???: Perhaps you are right. But you still avoided my statement. I said perhaps that's what you wish you were seeing. Perhaps it would be better if I said you're glad that's what it is...
Illusion: Proposterous! I am loyal to my husband, and as much as you deny, this is NOT what I want.
???: Loyal? I see no sign of him. I don't see him jumping to defend your child who shall suffer at these very hands.
Illusion moves a hand so one nail is pointed into the man’s chest, unhappy. It is absolutely certain.
Illusion: You leave my son alone. It's the demon in him that you want, not him.
Illusion falls back on the bed, and the man remains unmoving. She shakes her head and her voice holds sadness in it.
Illusion: No... You're lying... Draco wants that beast out of him as much as I do...
???: Why would he? This way he is forever, immortal. He shall outlive you and most.. perhaps even me.
Her voice holds conviction as she continues on.
Illusion: He's already immortal. Because of God, not Thorael!
???: And can he stand a chance of opposing God by himself? No. One of my 'finest associates' though...
Illusion: You, are a monster. My son doesn’t' want to oppose God, he just wants to be with his family again... what have you two done to him?
???: I did nothing to him. I was still… away when this happened. But he doesn't want to oppose God? I refuse to believe that!
Illusion: The only reason he fell from grace was because of me. It's MY fault, not his. He only wished to be with me again.
???: Or perhaps because he was just too weak in the first place. Now he isn't... well, he is. Just not as weak, but God won't get a chance to take a hold of him. I shall beat him to it.
Illusion: What is it you plan to do to my son...?
Her voice is worried now, as the stranger’s voice remains monotone, with a small amount of cruelty.
???: Apart from tear him limb from limb and make sure he experiences pain for the rest of his existence? Not much. However, I'm a fair man... and I'm willing to make deals, I'll leave him well alone if...
Her voice loses emotion.
Illusion: If what...?
???: You know what if. According to you, you've already seen it...
Disappointment.
Illusion: Why me...?
???: Why not? Genetics always applies you know? Whomever it may be. You'd be perfect..
Illusion: And how are my genetics perfect?
???: Genetics are not a 'single' thing, it's all about combinations.
Illusion: I'm well aware.
???: So there you have it.
Silence for a rather long time… but it’s broken.
Illusion: ... I'll do anything you want... as long as no harm comes to my son...
???: I thought so...
Anger.
Illusion: But... if ever you do harm to him, I will turn teeth to you before you realize what has happened... And my teeth, as you know, are never what they seem.
???: But you know 'he' will be harmed, soon... I shall go easy though
Illusion: See that you do...
???: I will.. *Long silence* When it suits...
Illusion: When it suits?
???: Yes. I don't have a timetable or anything. I come and go as I choose.
Sarcasm echoes through her voice.
Illusion: Pleasent.
???: Yes. I shall see you again...
Illusion: One more question before you leave me waiting to be... visited again...
???: Ask away.
Her head shakes, as her voice becomes restless.
Illusion: Why are you doing this?
???: Like I already explained. To get from you what I wanted.
Illusion: Why is this what you want?
???: Because I know I may not 'be around' forever...
Illusion: So I have to go through those pains again... How do you know I am even able to do, what I think it is you want?
???: I'll see that you can.
Illusion: I wish I knew how to react to all this...
???: Why a need to react?
Illusion: I already am, but I want it to be a tad clearer. Mixed emotions do not go well with me. And mixed is certainly how I'm feeling.
???: Oh?
Illusion: Aye...
Illusion continues to stare up to him, before looking to her window, his gaze following hers, then looking back to her.
???: ...
Illusion: Is my window how you've been getting in her?
She’s trying to change the subject, trying to stray from the truth.
???: Yes.. but that isn't what you're wondering.
Illusion: You're right it's not.
???: I know. So why pretend?
Illusion: I don't know... I don't know... maybe I thought I could shove it away.
???: And why would you want to?
Illusion: I really don't know, maybe because I don't want to hurt Billy.
???: And you think he'd really care?
Illusion: I... I don't know... I think he might...
???: Self-delusion is a very humanesque thing...
Illusion: Maybe if I had help ridding myself of it. I wouldn't do it anymore, it's hard to do alone though.
???: Help?
Illusion’s shoulders move a slight bit, as a shrug.
Illusion: I don't know...
???: I see..
Illusion settles down back into her bed as her gaze still remains on the window.
Illusion: So much I don't know, so much I need to overcome...
???: Like what?
Illusion: I don't know. And that's one. Why I feel sense of attraction to you. That another.
???: Maybe you shouldn't think so much
Illusion looks back to the man.
Illusion: Hard to accomplish that don't you think? I would only end up being a dim witted blonde in such a case.
???: Isn't the saying "The weak talk and the strong act?" thinking is no different to talking.
Illusion: But is acting upon instinct alone not a stupid thing?
???: No.
Illusion: Oh? And what proof do you have of that? Was it not acting on instinct that got you kicked out of heaven?
???: People with their 'superior thought' haven't been around as long as most animals. Yet they have done more damage than anything else with this 'superior thinking'. And yes, that was right. But that still doesn't mean it's a bad thing...
Her voice grows empty.
Illusion: Acting on instinct hasn't exactly gotten me far in life.
???: Simply because there's too many that don't think the same.
Illusion: Twas instinct that set me with Billy.
???: And it was instinct that made him do what he did...
Illusion: Is it instinct that drew you to me?
???: Yes
Illusion: Then should I consider it likely that it's what draws me to you?
???: Indeed.
Illusion: What else would instinct be drawing us to do on this eve then?
???: Whatever you'll let it.
Illusion: Is that why you would want me to not dwell on thoughts, but act on instinct?
???: Yes
Illusion: ...
???: ...
Illusion moves close to the man, her hand moving to his cheek. They kiss.
Illusion: Then perhaps, I shall allow my instincts to control me.
???: I'm glad...
The man moves closer to Illusion, his hand moving towards her waist… and the scene dies away.
