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Post by Devlin Tempest on Oct 4, 2010 19:03:01 GMT
I clenched my hands into fists. Here before me was the woman I loved who wouldn't acknowledge her feelings for me in return. I threw the empty vodka bottle against the wall next to her window. It smashed, sending glass shards everywhere. "I'm sick of being this way." I told her, stepping inside her room and locking the door. "I feel, and I don't want to. My family hate me because I'm a disgrace, Kestrel. I need to - hic - be more dispicable." I advanced on her slowly, my eyes watching her as she stepped away from me. Why were her eyes so scared? I wasn't going to hurt her, I was going to prove to her she loved me back... "Why won't you love me Kestrel? Sure, I'm a vampire, and I know -- Oh trust me I know well -- that I'm not supposed to feel these things and I do. I do feel them and they're killing me, Kestrel!" She had no more room to back away; I pressed myself so close to her that I could feel her breath in my mouth. "You will love me," I told her, grabbing her wrists and pulling her down to the floor before moving ontop of her. She was struggling, trying to get me off as I ripped her shirt by the buttons. "You will love me," I repeated, pressing her lips to mine forcefully. She had to love me... She just had to.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Oct 4, 2010 19:44:37 GMT
"You're scaring me," I whispered as he pushed me up against the wall. What was he talking about? I thought we'd cleared this all up. I tried to push him away from me, the smell of alcohol on his breath was repulsive. "Devlin, stop it," I ordered him as strongly as I could. "You will love me," he breathed on me. What did he-- "Ah!" he grabbed my wrists and threw me to the ground, on top of me, holding me down. As I fell I grabbed the curtain for support and pulled it down with us, ripping it off the wall. He was holding me so hard I could feel pressure on the bone. "Devlin no! No please!" I begged, as he ripped off my shirt. "You will love me!" he repeated, pushing his face onto mine, as I struggled against him. His lips were moving painfully against mine -- I managed to break away from his lips. "Devlin please! Don't!" I sobbed. "You're hurting me," I gasped in pain. My back was still killing me from last night -- I didn't have enough strength to fight off a normal vampire; let alone one with Devlins ring. "Please please! I'll do what you want, please!" I cried, trying to push him off of me with my free hand. "NO!" I screamed, "PLEASE, DEVLIN STOP IT! PLEASE!" I managed to get one leg free and kicked him back with all the strength I had left. I used my desk to pull myself to my feet as Devlin stared at me from the other side of the room. My clothes were in shreds on the floor; I used the ripped curtain to cover myself as I glared at him. "Ask me again why I don't love you," I said harshly, my voice breaking through my tears. "Get out; you're not welcome here," I sobbed. "GET OUT!" I yelled.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Oct 4, 2010 20:00:28 GMT
"GET OUT!" I coudn't believe myself... How could I- I wouldn't! I gritted my teeth and faught the urge to advance on her again. It just kept getting worse; I was a goddamn monster, just like my father wanted. Why didn't that make me feel better?? Thats why; I was still feeling. I knew there was one easy solution to this, but I hated myself so much right now I wouldn't even give myself the satisfaction. "This never happened," I growled drunkinly, pulling her bedroom door off its hinges with the force I used to swing it open. It had been locked and everything. "You're door is broken," I pointed out, flinging it to the side of the room. It slammed into the wall, cracking the plaster and landing on her bed. "Peachy," I mumbled as I stumbled out the door. "I still wonder sometimes if you can kill a vampire via overdose," I called to her, waving my hand before running it through my hair. I could not believe I'd just done that; I'd be sober come tomorrow, and I knew I was going to regret it. Ah, feck it; It wasn't tomorrow yet. I needed more alcohol.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Oct 4, 2010 20:47:45 GMT
Sol came in ten minutes later, Devlins leather jacket in his hands. "So you're not with him huh?" He demanded, but broke off when he saw me on the floor with the curtain wrapped around me. "What happened?" He asked, walking closer to me. His eyes focused on the bruise Devlin had made on my upper leg. "Did he hurt you?" "He tried," I whispered weakly, feeling completely drained. "He didn't -- I mean, I stopped him," I sighed with my eyes closed. "That son of a bitch!" Sol shouted, heading back out the door with a stake in his hand. "Don't," I murmured weakly, and Sol froze. "Please, just... Just don't," I pleaded. He came to sit with me, putting his arms around me, and held me for the rest of the night. When the sun rose in the morning, I told him to go home. I pulled on some clothes and went outside, ignoring my body aching. I hadn't even realised Anya was standing behind me when I was leaning against a tree in the park, until she spoke. "Kestrel," She sat down next to me, and I sank down with her. "I'm sorry for trying to kill you." "Don't you still have to kill me?" I asked. "No," She said simply. I looked at her curiously. "I had to take away the girl Devlin loved. You did that for me." I looked down. Should I feel guilty? He had tried to rape me. "And besides, I think you might be my next customer," She grinned wickedly. "You know what girls like you wish--" "Don't," I whispered, as I felt a shadow come over us from behind. I already knew who it was; I had to repress shudders. I refused to look at him, touching one of the many bruises on my wrists.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Oct 4, 2010 21:04:29 GMT
When I woke up, I found myself on top of Jessami House, drooling onto the roof. I sat up with a jolt, my head was spinning. "Aargh," I mumbled, feeling the beginning of one hell of a hangover pound in my skull. What a night... Something important was tugging at my mind; what though? I remembered drinking like a whole liquer store, then coming home, then going out again to get some vodka and... Wait, I remember Kestrel. Did I see her last night-- I stiffened and I mouthed the word "No" as it flooded back to me. Me forcing myself onto her, bruising her, hurting her... "Ah shit!" I ran a hand through my hair, ashamed. Had I really done that to Kestrel?? She must hate me... I had to find her and apologise. I frowned at what Leon would think if he found out. I stood up and slid down the drain on the side of Jessami House. Oh God, how the hell could I have been so... prickish? I knew I had issues, but a hard on did not count as personal growth. Great, Devlin; you handsome Devil.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Oct 4, 2010 21:54:41 GMT
"Devlin," Anya looked up at him brightly. I still wouldn't look at him. My body still hurt from last night -- I had bruises all over me. "Somebody looks hung over," She raised her eyebrows chirpily at him. How could she be so comfortable? She knew what he had done to me. We were supposed to be friends. That's when she slipped me the protection charm. I looked at her gratefully. Okay, I was going to have to face him sometime. I took a deep breath and stood up, turning to face Devlin at last. He did look hung over. He had circles under his bloodshot eyes and his lips were dry. I felt for my expression from the inside out. It was cold, emotionless. I could feel the bruises on my neck... My chest... My legs. I crossed my arms over my chest, self conscious. I felt sick to look at him... You will love me. I repressed a shudder as I remembered the look on his face when he'd said that as he ripped open my shirt. "I liked that shirt," I pushed past him forcefully, heading back to Embers. Anya hurried to stand up and follow me. She smiled and patted Devlin on the back. "I think she's taking it well," Anya winked at him as she followed me. "So, any wishes?" She asked me, stopping me, well aware that we were still in earshot of Devlin. "Don't you just want to see him burn--" "I wish you'd shut up," I muttered, walking ahead of them both. "You should go talk to her," I heard Anya say to Devlin as I walked away, and I wished that she hadn't said that. I turned to them again, only to find that Devlin was right behind me. I jumped back in shock for a second, making sure we kept a considerable distance from each other. I didn't let him touch me. Not after last night.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Oct 5, 2010 18:05:04 GMT
She wasn't wishing anything on me yet, which I took as a good sign. Anya was getting on my nerves as she frolicked around the place, trying to convince Kestrel to wish my brains would melt like ice-cream and pour from my ears and nose. "You should go talk to her," Anya told me cheerfully, when Kestrel shrugged her away. I watched her solemnly as she walked towards Embers, her arms folded. Dammit, I'd really screwed this one up. She probably didn't want to talk to me, but she could at least let me apologise... I jogged up behind her, just as she spun around and jumped back, leaving a significant amount of distance between us. My eyes lingered for a moment on the deep blue bruises on her arms, her neck, her wrists and even her legs... I'd done some real damage. I sighed; "Look, I want to apologise for last night," I looked her straight in the eye, trying to keep my eyes off the bruises I'd made on her body. "I'm sorry, I'm not even going to make excuses for this. I was drunk and stupid and you know, if I wasn't so messed up with alcohol, I would never ever hurt you. I'm so sorry Kestrel, and I know you hate me right now, but I want you to know it'll never happen again. I'll stay away from you as long as you want me too." I seretly hoped it wouldn't be that long; I think I'd get a bit bored being away from her. I needed time to get my issues in check first, I needed to get back to the old me. "I'm sorry," I said softly. She wasn't walking away, which I took as another good sign.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Oct 5, 2010 18:48:28 GMT
"You're right," I breathed quietly. "It'll never happen again, because I'll stop you," I whispered fiercely. "You touch me again, and not even that ring will save you," I glared at him through my narrowed, heavily lashed eyes. Anya came to stand next to me, her smile faded as she put her hand on my back and lead me away. I left her at Sol's and walked back to Mickey's dorm. When I got there, I let myself in, only to find Mickey hurriedly packing clothes into a leather suitcase. I knocked lightly on the now empty bookcase and he whirled around, surprised. "Kes," He kissed my forehead, but went straight back to packing. I raised my eyebrows. "You... Are you going somewhere?" I asked, looking at his almost full suitcase. He was leaving? And just when I needed him the most... "Yeah, actually," He laughed a little as he got the case closed. "I know it's bad timing, babe," He squeezed my hand, "But the Paranormal Investigations Unit has invited me to become a member, on a vampire testing project," He sounded so excited. I blinked twice. The government knew about vampires? Since when? "That's great," I tried to sound excited. "When were you going to tell me?" I asked. "I'm telling you now," he smiled, kissing me softly. "I have to go, I'll see you as soon as I can," He headed out the door. I knew that 'as soon as you can' meant weeks. Maybe even months. I sighed as I walked to the crypt, as the sun was setting. I was not having a good day. I picked out a stake and walked back into the cemetary. Time to look for that Nightmare On Elm Street vampire...
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Oct 5, 2010 19:17:18 GMT
Alright, so the signs had been wrong. She hated me; and who could blame her? Rape was usually considered a serious intrusion on ones privacy. What she'd said, about the whole not even that ring'll save you was kinda bugging me, amoung other things. I'd like to think I could rape her if I really wanted to -- which I honestly didn't. It was like calling me weak; I was not a weaklink. Simple. Oh for feck sake, why was I even thinking like this? Its not something I do; raping women, it just wasn't me. Vampire or not, I still knew my right from wrong. I sighed and rested my head in my hands, closing my eyes as the sun pelted down around the shade I was sitting under. The tree arched above me swayed in the gentle breeze, causing a soft rustling sound as the leaves moved above my head. It was autumn, and scattered randomly around where I was sitting was endless amounts of goldenish brown leaves. I picked one up to inspect it, crushing it in my hand when I saw her walk by, stake in hand and her 'slayer face' on. I raised my eyebrows; I probably shouldn't have, but I followed her inconspicuously. Purely out of curiosity. I was not a stalker now either, or a rapist; I was just the cat that got killed from its inquisitivity. For some reason, this felt as though it was going to end badly.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Oct 6, 2010 17:56:55 GMT
I got the strong feeling that someone was watching me... I turned around, but there was no one in sight. I narrowed my eyes, but continued to walk. I reached the huge, run down house where all the clues lead to. The paint was chipping and the garden was overgrown, the steps almost broken and the glass shattered, ragged drapes haning out of the window frames, blowing with the wind. I walked in, leaving the door wide open behind me. "Hello?" I called, twirling my stake in my hands. "Slayer here," my voice echoed through the house. I sighed heavily. "I hate when they make things harder than they need to be," I groaned as I walked into the large Foyer, and stopped dead. "Aimee?" I gasped at my Theta sister. The Wolverine/Nightmare on Elm street vamp was standing behind her; he kissed her cheek as she opened an old, dusty looking book. Uh oh. I recognised that swift, brisk movement. That was the movement Jinny made when she was about to do a serious spell. Aimee began to chant. "That's it baby," the vampire encouraged her, running his lips over her jaw line. "This is the only way we can be together, baby," he stood back from her, behind her, smiling wickedly at me. "She has to die." "Aimee, what are you doing?" I demanded, taking a step forward. Her latin speil became more frantic, and suddenly a green orb materialised around me, floating in the air... Kind of like I was in a giant, glowing bubble. I pushed against the walls of it desperately, but they were indestructable. "That should hold her," Aimee said timidly, but was clearly enjoying the vampires kisses. "Aimee, why?" I asked weakly. "You would have killed him," She said defensively. "I love him, Kestrel. And he loves me too!" She closed the book and looked hopeful. "He loves me, and we're going to be together!" "He doesn't love you, Aimee!" I yelled at her. "He is using you so he can kill a slayer! He is a vampire; he's incapable of love!" "He's different!" "They are never different!" I protested. "They are all the same! Souless, evil creatures! He doesn't care about you; none of them do or ever will!" She was shaking her head as I yelled at her. Great. Now I was trapped, and being ignored. I sighed as I sat back in the bubble, when movement caught the corner of my eye. I looked over to see Devlin pressed against a wall, so that the vampire and Aimee couldn't see him. I looked away, trying not to draw attention to him. "...This just doesn't seem right," Aimee was saying to the vampire. "She's my friend." The vampire held her chin so she'd look at him, and he looked solemn (Obviously lying) "Don't you want to be with me?" He asked sweetly. Disgsting monster...
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Oct 6, 2010 19:21:21 GMT
Even though what Kestrel was saying was not directed at me, her word still caused my inquisitive expression to turn into a deep frown. I supposed I had that coming for me, what with trying to rape her and all. That hardly proved me soulless though did it? Regular humans rape other humans too, and they apparently have 'souls'. I sook my head as I pressed up against the wall, listening to the Freddie Krugar vampire whisper seductively to the witch. Kestrel spotted me from where I was hidden; she was being suspended in a big green bubble of some kind. It looked like it could just be popped with a needle, and I really wanted to try it. The temptation was a little overwhelming, but I knew it would be a waste of time. That would just be way too easy. I held a finger to my lips and she looked back to the two. "...This just doesn't seem right," The witch was saying to the vampire. "She's my friend." The vampires voice was sad and entrancing as he replied solemly, "Don't you want to be with me?" I heard her swallow hard. "I do. More than anything." She murmured. I frowned; this woman seemed like the gullible type. I heard the vampire smile. "I don't believe you when you say that, you're a human and I'm a vampire. Soulless and incapable of love, just like Kestrel had pointed out. But its not true! How can I believe you when you say you love me, when you haven't proven it to me? Aimee, I love you, but I don't understand how you can love me..." His voice traled off. There was a pause, until Aimee spoke again. "I don't believe you're soulless," He voice sounded a little pained. "I know you're not soulless, otherwise I wouldn't love you. You're different to all those others and--" Ugh I was getting sick of this. "Ah, but thats where you're wrong," I murmured, quickly and silently creeping into a different location. "We're all the same apparently." I crept around the back to get a side veiw of the action. The vampire with the claws was inspecting the area thoroughly ast a record speed. Aimee looked terrified and Kestrel, calm. Hmm, I wondered what was the better option, going for the book or the vampire? Book. Defo. Only Kestrel saw me step behind Aimee; I patted her left shoulder and she spun in that direction while I grabbed the book from her left. "William!" She gasped. The vampire looked to me standing beside Aimee, his teeth bared. Aimee tried to scurry away to him, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back forcefully. "Whoa, not so fast," She faught against my arm that was now restraining her around her neck. She froze as I murmured in her ear, stepping back as the vampire advanced on us. "Lets see if he really cares, shall we?" Using my fangs, I carefully made a deep incision on her shoulder, holding my breath and keeping my cool. She screamed, more out of fear than pain. "William help!" SHe cried. I saw the vampires whole stance become rigid when the bloody scent reached his nostrils. Hiseyes became inflamed and demonic as he stepped closer. "William, what're--" Aimee whispered as her blood staied her peach shirt. I shoved her away from me, to my left and the vampire, instead of attacking me, went for her. She screamed as he snapped his teeth viciously, trying to reach her neck. I held him back, restraining his hands with one hand and keeping my arm securely around his neck. He was still snapping his jaw furiously; "LET ME GO!" He snarled. God, he was strong... My back slammed against the wall I was using so much force to hold him back. "Get Kestrel out of that bubble," I ordered Aimee, who was a wreck. "NOW". Oh now she responds... She picked up the book and flipped through the pages, looking painfully at the demon snapping at her. I saw her lips move as she began to chant in between sobs. This vampire was putting up one hell of a struggle...
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Oct 6, 2010 19:50:54 GMT
The bubble disappeared and I dropped to the floor, landing clearly on my feet with my legs bent. Ugh, there'd be no living with Devlin after this. I stood up and dusted myself off, just as the vampire who Devlin was holding bak sprung out his claws and slashed at Devlins hand. I grabbed Aimee and pulled her out of the way so suddenly that the vampire ran right into the wall. "Lock yourself in there," I threw her into a closet and shut the door. I ducked out of Williams attack and jumped the opposite direction -- he slashed at me and I heard a ripping sound. I looked down. Oh, now he'd done it. He'd slashed right through my favourite shirt, but luckily had missed my skin by less than a centimetre. Now he was in for it. I glared at him furiously and rolled back when he attacked me -- lodging his claws into the wooden floor. I kicked him in the jaw and ripped up one of the flooroards to make myself a stake. "Wanna tell me why you followed me?" I called to Devlin as Mr William Kruger here fought both me and Devlin. Ugh, I'd never thought I'd have to fight side by side with a vampire to take down a more powerful vampire... I ducked under another attack and stumbled into Devlin, catching his shirt to stop myself falling. "Well?" I prompted, using Devlin to lift my feet off the ground and kick the vampire backwards hard.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Oct 6, 2010 20:21:06 GMT
I shrugged as she landed after a sweet little kick she'd aimed for William. "Consider it a good thing now that I just saved your ass," I murmured, grinning slightly as I dodged an attack from the vampire. I kicked him hard in the back and he fell forward, slaming ito the wall as I grabbed Kestrel and swung her around to kick him in the cheekbone. "Ooh, nice one," I sighed, looking at the vampire on the floor. I assumed he was unconcious, as he was motionless. And, well, on the floor. "Nasty blighter; aren't you glad I was here to back you up?" I tapped his claws with my foot softly. "You know what? I think we'd make a kick ass vampire slaying team. I be the vampire, you be the slayer, and we'll see how it goes from there." I chortled, turning to face her. She was still bruised, but I forced myself not to look at them. "Well, do your slayer thing so we ca get out of here," I turned my eyes away, pained. I didn't like knowing I was the monster who did that to her; being the monster was not as gratifying as my father made it out to be. I felt terrible, but I'd win her back. I'd say saving her life would've favored on my side, and I'd win her trust back somehow, even if it kills me. Which it probably will, eventually.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Oct 6, 2010 21:04:25 GMT
I placed the wooden floorboard on his chest and pressed my foot on top of it, pressing down gradually, impaling him slowly. He gasped in pain and turned to dust. I opened the closet door and left Aimee there, crying. She'd been my friend... "This was one time," I reminded Devlin as we walked out of the house together. "We're not going to be a regular slaying team, you know," I put my hands in my pockets and walked on. I sighed heavily and glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. "But... Thanks," I smiled softly. "If you hadn't got there when you did..." I closed my eyes, ashamed that I'd needed a vampires help. I'm not -- No! He'd hurt me! I didn't... I couldn't... Love was ridiculous and none existent. I shook my head. "Kestrel?" I looked up to see Giles in front of us, fixing his glasses. "Sol told me about..." He trailed off, watching Devlin carefully. "Perhaps I was misinformed," He murmured, suspicious. "Wow, everyone knows about my private life," I murmured resentfully. Did word really have to travel that fast? "Actually, Giles, if it weren't for Devlin I'd be dead right now," I raised my eyebrows at his shocked expression. "And I asked him to escort me home," I put my hand on Devlins arm softly, pulling him along with me. "I'll talk to you tomorrow," I smiled politely at him, trying not to laugh at Giles' expression. When we were out of eyeshot from Giles, I released Devlin's arm. "What?" I asked, noticing he was looking at me funny.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Oct 6, 2010 21:47:25 GMT
All I could hear in my mind was a evil little 'hehehe' echo as I grinned at Giles' flabbergasted expression. Kestrel pulled me along, saying something about me escorting her home. I raised my eyebrows; was she really this quick to forgive? Hm, somehow I didn't think so. "What?" she asked, and i realized I was looking at her with the faintest grin spread across my face. I shook my head chirpily. "Nothing, nothing at all." I kept on walking, pulling her along. I was in a great mood suddenly. "you know that suits you?" I smiled, nodding at the necklace she was wearing. It was the one I'd given her. Hopefully, that little one line would be sufficient enough to start a conversation during this walk I was apparently escorting her on.
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