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Post by MELODY BLYTHE RIVERS on Jun 1, 2019 7:38:28 GMT 1
The darkness that clouded the young vampire's vision slowly faded away as she focused back on her surroundings. What had happened? The last thing she remembered... Well she was reading... Wasn't she? Or was she... On her way to the canteen for a blood bag? No... That sounded more like it. She had been starving for some reason. Perhaps she had eaten something ? Or maybe the last bag that she had had wasn't good. Either way, an overwhelming hunger had come over her. Like nothing she had ever felt before. Burning, aching for the warm blood of a human. A blood bag would do, so that was where she had headed. But she had gotten side-tracked. A scent had caught her attention, and her entire focus had been flipped... Just like that, she was on a hunt. She smelled blood, and she was going to get it no matter what.
Melody's eyes began to focus more as she started remembering what had happened, and a small panic started to settle over her. She had followed the scent into the forest, blindly chasing whatever it was that was injured and bleeding. It wasn't fair for them... To be attacked while already injured, but she didn't care. She was so hungry. Before she knew it, she had found the person... She attacked them. True panic started to set in for Melody as her head whipped around. Her wide eyes looked down at her feet where a body lay, and her stomach flipped. Dead? Were they dead? She couldn't hear a heartbeat. Maybe it hadn't been her? Maybe she was remembering the wrong thing... She looked down at herself, immediately seeing all of the blood covering her clothes. "Oh no... No please..." She said as she fell to her knees, attempting to feel for a pulse on the body. She had never killed anyone before. In fact, she had never even had a drink from a human before... A succubus, yes, but not a human. Her stomach flipped again, and she wondered for the first time if vampires could vomit. She felt like she could.
She felt sick and her head was spinning. How had this happened? What was she supposed to do? If a staff member found out, she would be taken to... No... She thought, more panic setting in now. She couldn't be taken to the secure facility. He would be there... She couldn't see him. Not now. It had been so long. She was trying to forget him while he was locked up, but he was going to be so angry with her. Shaking with fear, tears starting to roll over her eyelids, Melody started digging at the dirt, her small hands scooping the dirt as quickly as she could with her blurred vision. She couldn't believe what she had done, but she knew that she had to hide the evidence before anyone else found out about it.
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Jun 1, 2019 21:40:14 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
It was quiet in the control room. Damian liked it when it was quiet. It was probably the only thing he liked about working night shift these days. He'd switched over a few weeks back when the weather had started to become ungodly hot. He'd been miserable during the day, doing his best to stay indoors instead of patrolling the campus in the scorching heat. You would have though him a vampire the way he stuck to the shadows, if only to be a few degrees cooler. He was a naga, so basking in the sun was only fun until you couldn't find a spot to cool down. This had been the best alternative. Most nights were quiet unless he was escorting someone to class. A lot of the time he spent watching the cameras or filling out reports. Whatever helped kill the time.
The blue eyed male looked up as he saw movement flash across the screen. He watched the blond female running across the grounds. At first he'd assumed she was being chased, but her movements suggested otherwise. She looked almost as if she were hunting. Damian panned the camera to see just what her target was. Hopefully some poor creature and not another resident. She was heading for the forest after all. He sat back, arms crossed over his chest, expression blank. Should he go investigate? Why would anyone be in the forest this late anyway? He checked his watch and then reached for the radio that was laying on the desk. "I'm leaving the control room to check something in the forest," he let the others know so they wouldn't mindlessly bug him while he was okay.
It didn't take long to exit the secure ward and make it to the tree line. It didn't take long to pick up the heavy stench of blood. The Naga swore under his breath and started into the forest at a jog, letting his nose lead him to what would undoubtly be a body. No one was bleeding that much and lived. The scent was far too potent to even consider such ridiculous things. He slowed down as he heard the tell-tale signs of panic. Damn, to think he was expecting someone killing without remorse. He stopped and listened to the sound of earth being turned over. Was the killer trying to cover their tracks?
"Accident or not, it's a bit too late to cover your tracks." He pushed through the brush. It was the blond girl from the monitors. "Shallow graves don't keep away scavengers." He took a few more steps forward to see if he could identify the body. Best to find out now if he was one of those residents that got dumped here or if he was actually here for geunine help. Those were usually the ones with family and they'd deserve to know what happened to their relative. "And the sun will be up before you can actually finish one that's deep enough." Damian might be coming off as an asshole, but he was never one to sugarcoat things. If he were truly being cruel, he'd have wrestled her to the ground and cuffed her. He looked at the vampire. "What's your name?"
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Post by MELODY BLYTHE RIVERS on Jun 2, 2019 5:01:06 GMT 1
More memories began to flood through the vampire's brain as she dug through the dirt. He had struggled, but not a lot. She had caught him too much by surprise for him to have a true chance at the fight. Besides that, he was bleeding and limping, so she was pretty sure the poor guy had already had a rough night. She had just been the icing on the cake. At this point, there was blood covering too much of his body to tell what were injuries she had created and what were injuries he already had. Melody choked slightly on a sob as she tried to dig faster, the dirt turning to harder ground. She would never be able to dig deep enough without a shovel. Maybe she had time to go get one... But how could she do that without being seen? She frantically clawed at the dirt, gritting her teeth as she tried to think of anything else she could do. There was a lake somewhere on campus... Maybe she could...
The sound of a voice about made her jump out of her skin, and wide blue eyes looked up to where it had come from, her hands shaking and bleeding from the rough ground she had been digging at. She scurried backwards slightly, terrified. She didn't know what to do or say. She hadn't meant to kill him, but she knew that probably didn't matter to the man. Her panicked eyes darted back to the man lying on the ground, and she backed away another little bit until her back was pressed against a tree, her eyes looking up at the guard once more. "Please... I didn't mean to... I've never hurt anyone before... I... I..." Her voice cracked and she shook her head, sniffling. She hadn't meant to kill the man, but she didn't know if he would believe her or if it would even matter. She didn't want to be seen as a monster. She wasn't one. She had just never smelled fresh human blood before. It had caused such an overwhelming desire in her that she had blacked out and not even known she was on a hunt.
Trembling, the blonde wrapped her arms around her knees, leaning against the tree for support as she contemplated what to do now. If she stayed, he would surely lock her up... But if she ran... She could run. She could definitely outrun this guard. But how long would it be before they sent out a search for her? How much worse would the punishment be once they found her? The man's question brought her focus back, and she sniffled some more. "M-Melody... Rivers," She replied quietly, almost not wanting to tell him. She wanted to try to figure out a way to get out of the situation, but she didn't think there was an out here. Scared blue eyes looked up at the guard again. "Please don't tell... I didn't mean to... I don't even really remember what happened..." She had never had a bad experience with the guards, but she had always been a good resident. She had never done anything like this. She whimpered slightly and leaned more into the tree, wondering if it were possible for her to just disappear. "Please..." She whispered, squeezing her eyes shut and almost hoping she would wake up in her bed, the whole incident just a nightmare.
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Jun 2, 2019 19:56:07 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
If this wasn't such a shitty situation he'd have been amused by that wide eyed looked. She was a deer caught in the headlights. Honestly, what kind of predator showed so much fear? It was more of a disappointment than anything. He didn't dare take any of the fault here. He could have left the moment she'd gone racing across the monitors, but what good could it have done. His speed didn't match that of a vampire, even if he had shifted into a snake. "You didn't mean to hurt anyone, but you did. You took this man's life, drained him dry, and now you're attempting to bury the evidence in a feeble attempt to cover up your mistake." Damian knelt down, checking to see if the guy had a pulse, just for safe measures. "Quit your whining and sniffling. It's giving me a headache. I'm aware that you've never hurt anyone before, else this wouldn't be our first encounter." He remembered all faces of those within the secure ward. It was his job to know who was housed there. Those that weren't were merely faces in the crowd.
Damian slowly examined the body, but made sure his back wasn't to the vampire. She may not have seemed like a threat, but she'd killed a man and residents could not be trusted. "Well, Melody Rivers. He's definitely dead, that's for sure, but I smelled his blood long before I ran into you and the little mess you made. You might have killed him, but you didn't initiate the first attack. Not unless you dragged him through the forest before munching down for dinner." His blue eyes turned to snake slits as he looked around, searching for whatever danger had originally been here before either of them had showed up. He didn't want to be caught off guard and attacked. That would make for a bad day and Damian would prefer not to be pissed off for the remainder of the night.
His gaze finally rested on the vampire. "I'm going to need a reason better than you didn't mean to and you can't remember for me not to inform someone. It's kind of my job to make sure this kind of stuff doesn't happen again." He rolled the man over, searching for any additional wounds. "I doubt you'll be stuck in isolation for an accident like this, but per protocol, you have to spend at least a day in the secure ward until you 'calm down' and I know you're not going to turn someone else into a snack." He stood up, ignoring the blood on his hands. Damian wasn't about to go out on a limb for someone who couldn't give him a valid excuse to not suffer the consequences. It wasn't completely her fault, but still, rules were rules, and he did his job well. She'd have to earn his mercy.
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Post by MELODY BLYTHE RIVERS on Jun 2, 2019 23:51:16 GMT 1
Melody was beside herself. She couldn't believe what she had done. She couldn't believe that he was dead... But she knew he was. She knew what she had done. She understood it and recognized it, but to hear the guard speak it aloud to her... It made her stomach do flip after flip, forcing her to clutch at it. She glanced over as the guard bent down to check the pulse of the dead body. He was dead. Melody had confirmed it herself. There was no sound of a heartbeat... Not even a slight one, and she had felt for a pulse herself before trying to dig his shallow grave. She didn't know why she had tried to dig a grave to cover the evidence... She supposed panic had taken over her, causing her to try to cover up the body so that maybe she could forget it ever happened. She had never seen the man before, so maybe he wasn't a resident here... Maybe he had just been... Passing through? Was that even possible? To pass through Manson...? He had injuries before she had gotten to him, so maybe some other supernatural creature had drug him in to play some games and he got away... Well... At least from whoever had had him first.
Melody bit her lip to try and stop herself from crying, wiping at her face to try to clear the tears away. She had to accept what she had done... She had to accept the consequences for what she had done... And she had to accept what she was going to be seen as now. A monster. A murderer. Her stomach did a flip as the guard confirmed the death again. Murderer She told herself in her head, her jaw clenching as she forced her tears to not fall. As the guard continued talking, Melody's mind drifted off. "Blood..." She murmured, her eyes drifting to the body, "Smelled blood..." She repeated from the guard before leaping to her feet. She felt as though she was moving normally, but her weak control over her vampire abilities made her move much faster than she was aware. "I smelled his blood... I was coming to help him! I thought..." She drifted off as her memories slowly started coming back to her. She had been fighting with herself. Her vampire self wanted to hunt... Wanted to drink his blood... But her moral sense of right and wrong had told her to go help the man. "I thought I was going to help him... But I've never smelled fresh blood before... My wanted to help... My instincts.... His blood... Just a taste, you know? I just wanted a taste..." She trailed off, looking down at the body,"I just took a taste..." She whispered, grimacing slightly and taking a step back.
The blonde felt slightly better knowing that her intentions had been good. She had meant to help the man. But seeing the blood, the strong scent surrounding her once she was near him... She didn't stand a chance trying to stop herself from trying a little bit. And a little bit had turned into a lot...
Melody frowned and stared at the ground as the guard spoke again. "I don't have anything else... I didn't mean to... I've never done anything to anyone... I meant to help him, but..." She sighed, ashamed. She was over one hundred years old yet still had strong urges and no control like a baby vampire. She had never been taught... No one had shown her how to control her abilities or her hunger or anything. She had learned everything on her own. She had no mentor in her life. Hell, she had spent the majority of her lifetime isolated in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, hiding from her crazy ex-fiance! She barely knew how society worked today, and to throw the fact that she had deadly instincts because of her vampirism, she was utterly hopeless. "I'm sorry..." She mumbled, looking up as the guard stood. "Sir... I am calm... Really, there's no need for the secure facility... Please don't take me there..." She pleaded, watching him with her scared eyes. Not only was she afraid of the treatment she would receive there, but she was scared of the people -specifically one- that she would find there. He was not going to be happy with her...
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Jun 6, 2019 1:01:41 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
The way she was acting, he'd assume her to be a new vampire. Someone who was inexperienced, and probably at Manson to learn how to control her hunger. She wasn't doing a very good job. He could place the fault on her or whoever had failed to show her the ropes, but the fact that there was a body lying on the cold, hard earth would not change. Damian clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, partly in frustation. He should ahve just sent someone down here to take care of this, but no, he'd had to go and check it out himself. He'd been too lazy to try and explain directions to someone over the radio. That's what he'd tell anyone that asked, but truth be told, he didn't want to pull someone away from a more important task because he was too lazy to do it himself.
Damian raised an eyebrow as she murmured the word blood, and then went on to elaborate. Her erratic movement made him fangs drop and he took a step back, arms raised to block an attack. Those nose like eyes of his watched her closely before he slowly eased out of his defensive stance. Vampires were such a pain in the ass. "Let's agree to move like a normal person until we part ways. I'd rather not accidently tase you." He retracted his fangs, because having them out were dangerous. His venom was far too potent for him to be careless. He wondered if her story of wanting to help because the man had been injured was a cover story for her draining him dry. Damian didn't buy into distress stories, or helpless heroines that couldn't control themselves.
"No, I don't know. I'm not a vampire." He'd eaten humans, sure, but he hadn't been thinking to himself, oh, I'll just take a leg or an arm. Damian supposed not everyone could share his mentality. But lucky for Melody Rivers, Damian was convinced that her desperation and guilt was legitamite. Or he would be convinced if she answered the next few questions correct. Either way he couldn't deny her emotions. He really couldn't stand emotional people. "Your taste turned into a whole meal. Next time you want to taste something, find a blood bag and not a fellow resident." He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "How long have you been a vampire Ms. Rivers?"
He then gave a dismissive wave. "Save your non existant breath. I don't care for your sob story, or anyone else's for that matter. You didn't mean to, you wanted to help, then you just wanted a taste, but you ended up finishing the job where someone else couldn't. You show remorse, but it won't change him being dead. Your tears won't bring him back, your guilt won't bring him back. Nothing will bring this man back. His life is over and yours is still going, so suck it up and take responsibility for your actions." Okay, maybe he should have lit the cigarette a little sooner to calm his rising agitation, but her sniveling was driving him the walk. What was done was done, so why was she still stumbling over her words as if that would change. He was sensitized to death and therefor no longer cared to find sympathy with the dead.
"Don't be sorry, be careful. And the name is Hayes, not sir." He cut her a hard glare. "Let's see if you can give me a valid reason not to take you to the secure ward. I don't want to hear that you're calm, that you're sorry, or that you didn't mean to. Give me something legit. If not, we're going to take a nice little walk across campus and you'll spend the next twenty-four hours in a room by yourself with others like you. I'm offering you a chance to walk away scot free, when I could save my own ass and avoid a talk from my supervisor. So again, why shouldn't I take you to the secure ward?"
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Post by MELODY BLYTHE RIVERS on Jun 8, 2019 8:49:37 GMT 1
Melody was frightened to say the least. Sure, knowing that she had wanted to help the guy out was a bit of comfort to her... But the fact that she had drained him dry before she had even known what was happening wasn't a good feeling. She had never lost control like that. She had never... Well she had never smelled or tasted fresh human blood before. Fresh incubus blood, yes, but not from a human. This... This had sent her into overdrive. It was as though her nose caught a slight scent, and her body went into instinct mode, going on the hunt to find the most satisfying meal she had ever had. And that was probably the worst part... There was the tiniest part of Melody that wanted more... Wanted another one... Didn't feel bad that the man's life had ended so that she could have an amazing meal. Her stomach turned over again, and she wrapped her arms around herself. How could that even cross her mind? How could anyone be okay (even in the slightest bit) with taking someone's life? Murderer. She told herself again, her brows furrowing. There was a monster inside her... She knew that now.
Sad blue eyes looked up at the guard as he requested she not move so fast, his own fangs retracting. Briefly, she wondered what sort of being he was, but she didn't bother to ask. She figured that he wouldn't take to kindly to small talk right now. "Sorry... I don't realize I'm moving so fast sometimes..." She explained, trying not to sound too annoying with her explanation. She didn't think he liked her talking too much, and she supposed her apologies were getting annoying at this point. The blonde stared at the ground, her long hair throwing shadows over her face in the pale moonlight. She didn't know what else to say at this point other than she was sorry. She felt truly ill knowing that the poor man had been injured and looking for help only to be drained dry by an inexperienced vampire who couldn't control herself. Brows furrowed, the seemingly young vampire listened to the guard speak. He asked her a question, and her first thought was to lie. It was a question that had to be answered carefully because the truthful answer would be the wrong one. She knew he was searching... Wanting her to tell him that she was young. Maybe less than a month? But the truth was... "One hundred and fifty years... Or thereabout..." She replied softly, staring at her feet. She couldn't remember the exact year she was turned, but she did know that she was coming up on 175 years on this earth. Too long for anyone... She told herself, shuffling her feet slightly as she was scolded once more for her apologies and explanations.
It was hard not to start crying again as the guard spoke, once more bringing her attention to the man's lifeless body. He didn't want her crying and apologizing, yet was being so harsh to her... Then again, what did she expect? A hug and a cookie? She was now a murderer, and that reputation would live with her forever. Of course he wasn't going to be kind to her. He probably expected her to turn on him at any minute. She listened to him, and she shook her head, looking up at him once more. "I don't know what you want me to tell you..." She replied quietly, truly not knowing what she could do. He wanted something solid for a reason not to take her to the secure facility, but there was nothing that she could say. She had messed up, and that was it. She didn't want to accept that she had done something so terrible, so she didn't want to be put in the secure facility with all the 'dangerous' residents. She didn't want to be labeled as 'dangerous.' And she didn't want to be put in a confined space with the man that would one day be the death of her. "I killed him. I'm over one hundred and fifty years old... There's no reason I should have lost control. I have nothing to convince you that I shouldn't be locked up." She stated, looking at her feet again. Sure, she could have gone into all of the details about her past and how she had spent most of those one hundred and fifty years in a secluded cabin in the woods to escape her ex fiance who was violent and crazy... But she was certain he was tired of hearing her talk, and she wasn't sure anything she said would make a difference. He saw her as a monster, but she couldn't blame him for that. Hell, she saw herself as one too. It's just a day... [/b] She told herself, hoping that she would make it out in one piece.[/div][/font]
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Jun 16, 2019 15:19:35 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
Instincts were a powerful thing. Damian could not deny that. He was nothing short of carnivorous, but he tried to limit his diet to poulty and beef, not humans. There had been times where he hadn't had a decent meal in months and some unspuspecting human had fell prey to his hunger. It made no difference to him, but preying on humans was apparently frowned upon. With that being said, he'd never just thought of having a taste. It was either all or nothing. So maybe on some extent he understood her distress at her primal nature, but not on a level of wanting to simply snack on someone.
He waved off her apology. So long as they were on the same page, it was fine. Damian was getting annoyed with all of the apologies she was throwing out so freely. After a while they started to mean less and less, no matter how sincere she was being. Ice blue eyes focused on her fully the moment she spoke her age. She was far too old to be this reckless. If she'd said she was young he could understand, but she was half his age! Damian shook his head, running a hand through his hair and blowing smoke into the hair. "You're still a kid," he said after a moment. Anyone younger than him was pretty much a child in his eyes. Damian knew he should treat her like an experienced vampire, but it was clear she was anything but that. Maybe she'd been stuck in a coffin for the past century and a half. Revenant. No, she was too tame for that. Recovering revenant? Was that possible?
The quiet blond and her lack of a will bothered the living hell out of him. She had no fight in her at all. Did she not crave the joys of freedom? She wanted to avoid lockup, but she wasn't giving him anything to go off of. She just stood there, cowering, staring at the ground instead of showing some form of anger or determination to avoid the one place she despised. Maybe she didn't dislike the secure ward as much as she let on. "I want you to fight for your freedom instead of standing there like some guilty puppy that's pissed the carpet. You killed a man, yes, but every accident doesn't automatically land you in lockdown. Do you intend on spending the rest of your life sulking over one mistake? Will you take every punishment you're threatened with even when it's unjust? Don't you have any will to live beyond what's right in front of you?"
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Post by MELODY BLYTHE RIVERS on Jun 17, 2019 14:44:07 GMT 1
Melody had always had a hidden fire about her. Her father had always told her to suppress the fire and act more like a lady, else she never find a suitable husband. And she had, for the most part, hidden her fire away so that the men would never know that she had an opinion. She tried to be agreeable and submissive... Ladylike, she supposed. That was what the men were after, wasn't it? A quiet little lady to be an accessory on their arm. It was when she was human, anyway. Oh, and she had successfully won the hearts of many men. Her beauty had been beyond compare in her hometown, and once she softened her tone and spoke when spoken to, she became irresistible. Still, the fire held inside her could only be contained for so long. She was ahead of her time, wanting women to have some sort of say in even the smallest of things. So when she found a suitable husband and a marriage was arranged, she felt as though she could share her ideas with him. She knew he would understand her. He loved her, after all didn't he? He would accept anything she said. But that wasn't the case. She was shot down time and time again for speaking up, and it didn't take long for her future husband to turn violent. His violence had suppressed her fire. Yet now, the longer she was away from him, the more the fire grew... The more she let herself speak out when she thought she could.
Blue eyes turned up to the man when he said she was a child. A child? That was far from what she had been expecting him to say. She was one hundred and fifty years old... Far older than acceptable to be losing control like she had. At least, that was what she had always thought... By about 20 years, vampires usually had full control... Maybe fifty years, but still... Triple that, and a vampire had no excuse. She watched him, silent as she pondered that. A child... Was he searching for a reason why she had lost control? Because she would be more than willing to explain the situation of the past one hundred and fifty years to him down to every last little detail... How she wished every day that she would have died the night she was turned. She was trapped in an eternal nightmare...
The vampire listened to the man, and for a moment, she was confused. Here was a man... Telling her to fight her battles, voice her opinion... Defend herself. Yet her own father had told her to suppress that fire inside her so that she could find a loving husband. Her own fiancé had suppressed her fire by beating any will she had out of her. Yet here was a man trying to get her to stand up for herself... To not just accept the punishment she was given. A little anger actually washed over the blonde as she watched the guard. She looked at the ground, furrowed her brows, and clenched her jaw before looking back up at the guard again. "You don't think I've tried that? You don't think I've tried to fight my way out? Why do you think I'm one hundred and fifty years old and still losing control? I was hiding for over one hundred years, trying desperately to get away. When I finally decided it was safe, I came to Manson to learn what I was. But you know what? He was right behind me. The man that taught me that I have no opinion. I have no say in what my punishment is or if it is just or not," She said, taking a small step forward,"You think it's unjust for me to be locked up for murder? I've seen unjust punishment, and this is not it. A life for a life is how I see it. I should be dead for killing him, but you want to send me to the secure ward for a night? As scared as I am of the secure ward and who resides there, death scares me more. It may have been an accident... The biggest mistake of my life... And it will probably get me killed in the end. But... Your lockup is nowhere near an unjust punishment." She was actually angry at him for telling her to fight... For questioning the fact that she was just going to let the punishment happen to her. He had no idea what he had been through! He had no idea how badly she had been hurt for simply speaking her mind. He had no idea! Yet was trying to convince her to spark her fire once more. She clenched her jaw again and took two steps back, looking at the ground. No one would ever understand her pain. No one could ever know what it was like to live in fear of one person for so long...
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Jun 18, 2019 2:21:09 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
Damian had no love for those who were meek. Those who rolled over at exposed their bellies at the first sign of danger. What kind of existence was that? How could anyone live a full life walking with their heads down, the voices silenced. They were nothing more than a shadow of themselves. Weak. He despised a lot of things, but weakness was at the top of the list. Those who were weak were often in the way; prey just waiting to be taken. Or worse, they were the cause of the strong laying down their lives. It disgusted him to encounter helpless victims, but then there were people like Melody. She wasn't helpless. She was a vampire, capable of giving and destroying life, but she presented herself as some failed heroine. The naga took a final drag of his cigarette and dropped it to the ground, stomping it out with the toe of his boot. The world needed more fighters, male and female alike. People complained of having too many chiefs and not enough indians, but Damian believed in survival of the fittest.
His blue gaze met hers as she finally found her spark. He crossed his arms over his chest as she began to speak, watching her movements carefully. He listened to each word she spoke, taking it all in. Her anger was easier to deal with than her whining. This sudden flame meant she wasn't just going through the motions with each passing day. Maybe she wasn't as pathetic as he'd originally assumed. Whatever the case may be, he got the information he'd been fishing for, even if it had taken a few harsh words to get. Not that Damian would have sugarcoated anything to begin with.
"I don't care about your past Rivers." The statement came out flat, emotionless. "You won that fight. Move on and stop dwelling on it. You say your oppressor followed you here, but does he stand before you now? Does he watch from the shadows at this very moment to ensure that you hold your tongue even when you're offered a chance to voice your innocence? A chance to bargain your freedom? Will you continue to allow him to keep you shackled even when there is distance between you? The way you speak makes me question whether you are truly free, or if you've just tricked yourself into thinking as much." The brown haired male dropped his arms to his side. "There are different degrees of unjust punishment. People die. Mistakes happen. Suck it up buttercup. You don't deserve death because you slipped up one time. If that was the case, a lot more people would be dead." He smirked as she backed off. "All I wanted was a reason. You finally gave me one. Good job." He knelt down and picked up the body. "That wasn't so hard, now was it." He stood up straight. "Come on Rivers. I can't have you wandering around campus all bloodied without an escort, someone might get suspicious."
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