From A Distance

by Tigress Parker  

From a distance, watching every move she makes is like watching a tigress prowling around her domain. The deadly beauty and those haunting blue eyes that look as though they could penetrate walls and read minds was a terrifying presence to be in if you're not prepared.

Watching her from the shadows as she stalked through the hallway with an air of dominance surrounding her, my attention is attracted to the sight of the suede mini-skirt. The tiny skirt crept up with every powerful stride she took, showing a little more thigh that wasn't already visible, of the legs that seemed to go on for days.

At the sudden stop of her seductive stalking, I take a step back into the shadows, fearing that she was aware of being watched. It was a false alarm. I begin to breathe shallowly as Broots walks up to her with a box in his hand while Sydney stood behind him.

A high IQ wasn't required to know who the package was from when it was almost visible that Parker's blood was boiling as it surged through her icy veins. Jarod. The Centre's earth and sky. The Centre's - not hers. Never hers. The Centre's prowling icy-veined tigress has her own motivations that do not entirely revolve around him, yet he doesn't seem to grasp that concept.

He made the same mistake that every one here does - underestimation. This is what the stalking, bad-tempered, blue-eyed beauty thrives on; they won't expect anything when her sharp talons unsheathe and her mighty paw comes crashing down, swatting them into nothingness.

Everyone but me. I know exactly what drives her: hate, anger, pain and revenge - the basic primal emotions drive her and maintain that mighty ever-present defensive mechanism.

I think Sydney may have respect towards her, her temper warrants it, but I doubt if he has the knowledge of what she is capable of, and just how deep everything runs inside her. That makes him as guilty as the rest of them. He underestimates her.

Watching her stalk away with her two ever-present stooges, I melt away with no one the wiser of my observations. The thoughts, feelings and emotions that lie below the surface are an indecent obsession, but while they stay in the cloaking shadows no one will ever know of their existence. Not even her.

Secrecy has always been the key to The Centre. And that's how it will remain.

If you kill me over this Fic or send me into a T-Board you'll all have one nasty, hungry, unhappy, mean, bad-tempered tiger on your hands. Did I mention hungry? >:) My Tigress will miss her Momma. You better give me feedback or I'll be making people disappear or just set my pet tiger loose on all of you. (Sweet smile) :D Feedback please

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