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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2016 3:27 pm
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I sat alone, in bed 'til the morning
I'm crying, "They're coming for me"
And I tried to hold these secrets inside me
My mind's like a deadly disease
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Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Lᴏsᴛ || Pᴜʀᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
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Virgil bit through his tongue when he felt the crucio rip through him, and it felt like an eternity before it was let up. Realistically he knew it had to be shorter than that, and his chest was heaving with the exertion of trying to catch his breath from a scream he hadn't realized he emitted. He came out of it in a daze, his eyes blinking at Shaw as he tried to collect his thoughts enough to answer. However, a second wave of pain assaulted him, and Virgil was suddenly yanked from consciousness.
Virgie's head slumped down, and he was trying to not cry. His... His father was going to send in crazy lady? He didn't do anything wrong! It was all Virgil's fault! He'd been a good son. He was! If Shaw wanted him to apologize, he would, but he didn't do anything. A sob broke from him, his expression crumpling as he realized he couldn't stop the tears. It was so wrong. However, he hadn't been able to stop Virgil at all. Dante had kept him from stopping Virgil. He couldn't do anything. "Father, please! Don't! Don't send scary lady in. Virgil was stupid. He let the mudblood touch Jazzy. If he had done what he was supposed to, she wouldn't be pregnant with it. The mutt would be dead because I would have been able to do what was right. Just, please! I'm sorry! I'll do anything you say. Please!"
He looked over to Jaslyn then, his eyes huge as he stared at her. She had to apologize too! She shouldn't have talked to Father that way. She wasn't being a good daughter. He wanted her to be safe too, not hurt! "Jazzy, you can't mean that. Father just wants what's best for us, right? You should say sorry too. You shouldn't be mean like you have been! He's our father, we have to listen to him!"
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I paced around for hours, on empty
I jumped at the slightest of sounds
And I couldn't stand the person inside me
I turned all the mirrors around
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2016 3:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2016 6:35 pm
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You know the games I play
And the words I say
When I want my own way
You know the lies I tell
When you've gone through hell
And I say I can't stay
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S̫̪̪̪̓́̏͊l͈͓͓̗͐̏͒̓y̪̬̯̌͒̈́̒ͅt̤̭͕͈̄̓̒̕h̡͇̼̤̒̐͋̿e̮͔͔͆͂͗̈́ͅr̜͖̮͙͂̎̓͝ì̧̮̖̯̑͂͝ṇ̮̜̤̏̏͐͝ ̡̟̜̥͋͊̆̒Ā̰̗̠̱̀̅͝l̫̳̱̱̍̿͑̚u̙̤̣͆͐̄͠ͅm̪͈̜̼̀̆̏͋n̙͓͔̫͂̀̅́į̨̲̭̒̿̃̃ || P̧͓͇͚͋̈́̓̅u̺̞̰̥͊̑̌̒r̨̞͔̯̓͋̄͘e̪̖̲͈͊̑́͝b̠͎͎̩̀͋̓̓l̛̼̩̥͖̑̽͂ö͈̯͔́͌̀ͅǫ͉̖̪̀͂́͘d̼͕͙͕̾̔̄͠ || Ả̧͍̤͍͂̏̚l̨̝̤̱͂̆͗̚t̪͚̹͍̀̀̓͒e̞̙̰͕̓̋̇͋ŕ͕̻̹̮̾̈́̿ ͔̙͙̦̔̎̅͐E̫̩̮̯͋͐̒̚g͓̯̺̪͐̿̕͝o͉͇̗͈͋̉͛̀
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Dante raged. Virgil was out to lunch, and the brat was in control. The very brat that was currently simpering at their father. Dante wanted so much to tear out his eyes, rip his throat out, and ensure that Shaw never picked up a wand again. He dared to touch me! He fought, knowing that he was up against ironically the very personality that had let Virgil even be with Megan. The mudblood's tramp. He could classify Jaslyn that way too, but she wanted to ruin her life, fine. He didn't care. His only concern was himself, and what kind of state he'd find his host's body when he resumed control again. Virgie had been locked away far deeper than Virgil had, since he knew exactly when that personality had splintered. Dante himself had done it. It was weakness, and Dante had tried to get rid of it. It was the snivelling brat he had been when Megan was around, and when Virgil had finally regained control, Dante had realized one major thing. If he was going to survive, he was going to have to listen somewhat to Virgil. Which resulted in him tearing that part out and chucking it into the deepest recesses of Virgil's mind. Virgil had a backbone, Dante would kill any threat to their person, and at least Virgil (if his desperate searches had told Dante anything) realized that. Virgie (and Merlin did he despise that nickname Megan bestowed on him) only followed two people and didn't care if it destroyed everything he wanted.
He could feel Virgie's relief when Shaw turned his attention to Jaslyn (and he was going to murder the little snot for that) and feel his lips moving. "Jazzy, it's for your own good. You know that! Let Father help!" Oh yes, as sadistic as Dante could admit he himself was, he wouldn't harm his host's twin if he could help it. Stupid Virgil (and honestly, the idiot had a pathetic sense of duty from having it drilled into his head that he was the head of the family when Shaw was gone) had let himself be vulnerable. The ******** idiot hadn't realized that Dante wasn't the only alter he had (granted, Dante made sure of that). Now he was tied to a ******** chair being tortured while the simple-minded buffoon tried to garner the attention of the b*****d they considered their father. Add to that their moronic sister had opened her stupid ******** mouth and told Virgil she was pregnant, and that meant that the ******** brat heard it too. Virgil had tried (like the idiot he was) to deflect their father's attention on him, and that backfired spectacularly. Good Job. When he got free of what the ******** Virgie had done to him, he was going to strangle himself. After murdering Shaw. That was a nice, therapeutic thing to consider. Patricide. With relish.
You can't hurt him. He snorted mentally, brushing off Virgie's attempts to deflect him. All you're going to do is get us killed. You don't want that. Father loves us. You'll see. It'll be better.
Piss off and die, you purulent piece of trash. Dante was not in the mood to hear Virgie's attempts to stay in control. You're getting Virgil's sister killed. How moronic do you think I am? I don't even need to question your intelligence level. You have none.
Liar! You're mean! You're gonna hurt us! You're not supposed to! Oh good, he was getting the annoying brat paranoid. This was going to be easier than he thought.
Am I? When the everloving ******** have I ever hurt him? You let us get caught, you blithering idiot! You decided to intervene the moment I was going to murder that ******** trash that dares call us son.
He wasn't going to hurt us! I was being a good son! He would have taken us back the moment we apologized!
Dante mentally snorted. Was he really this stupid? Apparently, as he felt himself turn his head to start pleading with Jaslyn to let it happen, that it was good for her. ******** ignorant piece of trash. He gave one final shove, and found himself in control, Virgie shoved back as far as he could be as Dante shook off the last of the imbecile's control. He tested his bonds, feeling his wrists burn from Virgil's attempts at the rope and collected himself. It was going to be painful, what he was about to do, but it needed to be done. He grasped his right wrist with his left hand, gritted his teeth, and yanked. Burning pain suddenly spread across his shoulder as he purposefully dislocated it, and he nearly blacked out. He grit his teeth, however, and only allowed himself a brief breathless gasp. When his vision returned, he took a deep breath and twisted his arms up and around. He knew his arm was now useless, but that didn't mean his wand arm was. Pointing his fingers down, he wordlessly cast a severing charm at the ropes binding his legs. He then turned to regard Shaw coolly. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. "You're killing her. Just how ******** stupid are you, Shaw? Has Azkaban addled your mind that much? Did you have fun while there? I wonder, what happened in there anyway? I'm not the only Ross male to garner the attentions of other males, am I?" A bait. Get him off of Jaslyn, and after him. Dante might have been injured, but they were on an even playing field. Dante was probably just as insane and violent as Shaw was now. Dante was also years younger. That could tip the balance.
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You know how hard it can be
To keep believing in me
When everything and everyone
Becomes my enemy and when
There's nothing more you can do
I'm gonna blame it on you
It's not the way I want to be
I only hope that in the end you will see
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2016 8:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2016 9:04 pm
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You know the games I play
And the words I say
When I want my own way
You know the lies I tell
When you've gone through hell
And I say I can't stay
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S̫̪̪̪̓́̏͊l͈͓͓̗͐̏͒̓y̪̬̯̌͒̈́̒ͅt̤̭͕͈̄̓̒̕h̡͇̼̤̒̐͋̿e̮͔͔͆͂͗̈́ͅr̜͖̮͙͂̎̓͝ì̧̮̖̯̑͂͝ṇ̮̜̤̏̏͐͝ ̡̟̜̥͋͊̆̒Ā̰̗̠̱̀̅͝l̫̳̱̱̍̿͑̚u̙̤̣͆͐̄͠ͅm̪͈̜̼̀̆̏͋n̙͓͔̫͂̀̅́į̨̲̭̒̿̃̃ || P̧͓͇͚͋̈́̓̅u̺̞̰̥͊̑̌̒r̨̞͔̯̓͋̄͘e̪̖̲͈͊̑́͝b̠͎͎̩̀͋̓̓l̛̼̩̥͖̑̽͂ö͈̯͔́͌̀ͅǫ͉̖̪̀͂́͘d̼͕͙͕̾̔̄͠ || Ả̧͍̤͍͂̏̚l̨̝̤̱͂̆͗̚t̪͚̹͍̀̀̓͒e̞̙̰͕̓̋̇͋ŕ͕̻̹̮̾̈́̿ ͔̙͙̦̔̎̅͐E̫̩̮̯͋͐̒̚g͓̯̺̪͐̿̕͝o͉͇̗͈͋̉͛̀
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Dante started laughing the moment that the crucio hit him and dissipated just as quickly. That was pathetic. Cocking his head to the side, he let the laughter die away, his look now considering as he couldn't help but let off a small chuckle to end his fit. Oh, this was rich. Shaw couldn't cast a proper spell. Was he unnerved? His eyes narrowed, and he stood, rolling his good shoulder to release what tension was there. He then locked gazes with Shaw, a smirk playing across his features. "I'm sorry. Who are you talking to again? I've lost track. First you were talking to Virgil, then you were talking to the imbecile. Trust me, you're not talking to either right now. Virgil's not home, and 'Virgie' is all locked away. Maybe I should introduce myself, hrm?" He bowed, insolence evident in the motion. "Dante Ross. Oh, wait, you wouldn't know, would you? Virgil, he's lost his mind. Didn't you know? He's now just pieces and parts. His mind's gone, and you were stupid enough to torture him. You really are a stupid ********, aren't you?"
He shrugged his shoulder, thinking that maybe Shaw was just as stupid as he looked. How the hell did he get half of those genes, anyway? Oh, wait, he was an alternate personality of his son. There was the connection. "Let's see. You piss off your son, piss off your daughter, drive your wife insane enough to murder the rest of your children, and then proceed to capture two of the only legitimate children you have. You do have three, after all. Good luck with trying to kill the mutt, by the way. I tried. He's got a nasty scar from it too. You should see it." Glancing down, Dante noticed the blood gathering around Jaslyn. She'd survive, hopefully. The baby was probably lost however. That improved their chance of survival, actually. "So, Shaw. You know who I am. I know who you are. What are we going to do, hrm? I guarantee I am not following a damn thing you say. Are we going to play now?"
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You know how hard it can be
To keep believing in me
When everything and everyone
Becomes my enemy and when
There's nothing more you can do
I'm gonna blame it on you
It's not the way I want to be
I only hope that in the end you will see
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 2:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 6:04 pm
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You know the games I play
And the words I say
When I want my own way
You know the lies I tell
When you've gone through hell
And I say I can't stay
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S̫̪̪̪̓́̏͊l͈͓͓̗͐̏͒̓y̪̬̯̌͒̈́̒ͅt̤̭͕͈̄̓̒̕h̡͇̼̤̒̐͋̿e̮͔͔͆͂͗̈́ͅr̜͖̮͙͂̎̓͝ì̧̮̖̯̑͂͝ṇ̮̜̤̏̏͐͝ ̡̟̜̥͋͊̆̒Ā̰̗̠̱̀̅͝l̫̳̱̱̍̿͑̚u̙̤̣͆͐̄͠ͅm̪͈̜̼̀̆̏͋n̙͓͔̫͂̀̅́į̨̲̭̒̿̃̃ || P̧͓͇͚͋̈́̓̅u̺̞̰̥͊̑̌̒r̨̞͔̯̓͋̄͘e̪̖̲͈͊̑́͝b̠͎͎̩̀͋̓̓l̛̼̩̥͖̑̽͂ö͈̯͔́͌̀ͅǫ͉̖̪̀͂́͘d̼͕͙͕̾̔̄͠ || Ả̧͍̤͍͂̏̚l̨̝̤̱͂̆͗̚t̪͚̹͍̀̀̓͒e̞̙̰͕̓̋̇͋ŕ͕̻̹̮̾̈́̿ ͔̙͙̦̔̎̅͐E̫̩̮̯͋͐̒̚g͓̯̺̪͐̿̕͝o͉͇̗͈͋̉͛̀
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Dante was not pleased when Shaw kept firing off crucios. He got hit with the first, which, while short, had driven his wounded leg to collapse under him. He sneered, glaring, and then had to dodge out of the way of the others. His teeth slammed together as he jostled his leg and shoulder, then pointed his wand hand again. "Crucio." They said you had to mean it when you cast the spell, and he certainly did. Megan had taught him well, after all. He held the spell for w while before letting it up, a dark look on his face. "You have to mean it, Shaw. You can't just cast the spell and think it'd work. I certainly mean mine."
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You know how hard it can be
To keep believing in me
When everything and everyone
Becomes my enemy and when
There's nothing more you can do
I'm gonna blame it on you
It's not the way I want to be
I only hope that in the end you will see
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 6:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 9:33 pm
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You know the games I play
And the words I say
When I want my own way
You know the lies I tell
When you've gone through hell
And I say I can't stay
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S̫̪̪̪̓́̏͊l͈͓͓̗͐̏͒̓y̪̬̯̌͒̈́̒ͅt̤̭͕͈̄̓̒̕h̡͇̼̤̒̐͋̿e̮͔͔͆͂͗̈́ͅr̜͖̮͙͂̎̓͝ì̧̮̖̯̑͂͝ṇ̮̜̤̏̏͐͝ ̡̟̜̥͋͊̆̒Ā̰̗̠̱̀̅͝l̫̳̱̱̍̿͑̚u̙̤̣͆͐̄͠ͅm̪͈̜̼̀̆̏͋n̙͓͔̫͂̀̅́į̨̲̭̒̿̃̃ || P̧͓͇͚͋̈́̓̅u̺̞̰̥͊̑̌̒r̨̞͔̯̓͋̄͘e̪̖̲͈͊̑́͝b̠͎͎̩̀͋̓̓l̛̼̩̥͖̑̽͂ö͈̯͔́͌̀ͅǫ͉̖̪̀͂́͘d̼͕͙͕̾̔̄͠ || Ả̧͍̤͍͂̏̚l̨̝̤̱͂̆͗̚t̪͚̹͍̀̀̓͒e̞̙̰͕̓̋̇͋ŕ͕̻̹̮̾̈́̿ ͔̙͙̦̔̎̅͐E̫̩̮̯͋͐̒̚g͓̯̺̪͐̿̕͝o͉͇̗͈͋̉͛̀
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Dante's eyes went wide as he saw the spell heading toward him. He tried dodging, but his leg was refusing to cooperate, and he he felt the spell start biting into his body. He gasped, raising his arms to protect his head, but wasn't fast enough to block one aimed at his abdomen. Suddenly he couldn't draw breaths deep enough, and he felt blood spilling dangerously from the wound. His mind whirred with thoughts, and he could feel something finally snap in his head, but he couldn't tell what it was. However, he spit out a mouthful of blood and concentrated every ounce of hatred and power into the next spell that left his fingertips. "Avada kedavra!" The green jet that left his fingertips was aimed unerringly at Shaw, and he felt a grim sort of satisfaction that even if he was dying, he was taking Shaw with him. Blackness was already starting to crowd his vision, and he couldn't keep his focus on control. He relinquished it then, allowing Virgil at least a chance to see his father dead before death claimed him too.
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You know how hard it can be
To keep believing in me
When everything and everyone
Becomes my enemy and when
There's nothing more you can do
I'm gonna blame it on you
It's not the way I want to be
I only hope that in the end you will see
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 10:09 pm
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xxxA Secret Place
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xxxxxxxxxDying Humans
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI в υ я ч тħe đ e α đ , чeαħ, še¢яeт ρłα¢e ı и м ч ħ e α đ
xxxxxxxxx Sħøνeł υ и đ e я и e α т ħ мч вeđ, ¢αυgħт ωıтħ мч ħ α и đ š я e đ
xxxxxxMıđиıgħт ıš ¢ я e e ρ ı и g ıи, мч тıgħтяøρe ıš ω e α я ı и g т ħ ı и
xxxWαт¢ħıиg тħe đ e ν ı ł g я ı и ; Dαяκиešš, ıт ω α ı т š ω ı т ħ ı и
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spaceHarbinger had seen quite enough; truth be told, she'd seen enough long before she'd stepped in to know what her course of action would be, but she'd still wanted to stay and watch. That was what she did, after all; watch. She was an observer, had always been one. It'd served her well in her lifetime, even before becoming a vampire. Now, it was her greatest strength. She'd been spying on the wizard boy for weeks now. He was quite an odd fellow, she had to admit. Few humans ever interested her, and fewer of the magical sort. Those of magical heritage were, to put it bluntly, boring. One might think that, being a muggle in her human life, Harbinger would find magic fascinating. And she had... for about fifty years, before she'd realized that nothing really ever changed with it. Technology, on the other hand, progressed at such a rapid pace that it was mind-boggling, even for one as intelligent as her... She greatly preferred it over the other. So, her pull towards this boy, this wizard, had confused her for a time, until she'd realized how very interesting he was.
spaceContradictions, she found, were what made life interesting. And he had them in spades; heir to a pureblood lineage, in an old pureblood family, and yet he dated a man, and a halfblood man at that! And that wasn't even the half of it, he had a full on split personality, two sides of a single coin, and they absolutely hated one another. Yes, she was intrigued... and she wanted him. She'd spent a good amount of time trying to determine whether or not she thought she could actually convince him to take her offer... But if there was ever a time, it was now. He was weak, delirious. Dying. Humans always made foolish decisions when their blood began to run cold from their form. Before, it might've been a challenge, but now... Simple. Easy. Do you want to live?
spaceShe swept into the room, an unearthly thing, moving too swiftly and too regally for the teen she appeared to be. Nondescript clothes covered a thin, lanky frame that had never reached maturity, the youthful face seeming in direct opposition to the age in her eyes. And her person was difficult to put any label on as well; she liked this about herself. Her form had never been particularly masculine or feminine, a fact she now found incredibly pleasing. Today, she was a she, but tomorrow, one could only guess... The creature approached her quarry slowly, purposefully. She played up the unnatural way she moved, the other-ness, either to set him on guard or to convince him she was in fact other, she didn't quite know. Perhaps both.
space "A pity," she mused, head tilted to the side. "that you might die. Don't you think? A being such as yourself... such a waste. So much potential..." She sighed, settling back on her haunches and staring at him. "The girl... she'll die, too. You care more about her than yourself, yes? A good brother... hm." Harbinger rose then, moving to the girl. "What did you call her? Jazzy? You love her... as much as a person as broken as you can love. It's... sweet." Perhaps it might seem odd, coming from one as cold and logical as Harbinger could be, but she wasn't completely cold... not yet, anyway. She thought that, with time, she might lose what little fire she had. But that was why she had Amnesia. And why she wanted him... Virgil, or Dante, whichever. Both, since it was a package deal. And the third, one she hadn't seen before tonight. A child... that could prove problematic, but also interesting. And when you were going to live forever, keeping things interesting was the top priority.
spaceThe vampire offered a kind smile to the boy, sympathy in her eyes. She understood loss like this, she did. Once, long ago... she hadn't been an orphan always. She'd had a home. A family. A brother... "My blood will heal her," she told him. "I... I can't save the babe, it's too late for that, I'm afraid. But, she could live, still..." She trailed off, giving him a moment to think, hoping it would sink in, hoping he would be desperate to do anything to save her. Giving them a moment to become enamored with the idea helped, sometimes. They were more willing to make deals that way. "But, this is not a gift. I want something in return... I want you."
spaceHarbinger's eyes flashed with intent. "I am offering you a choice, you see. But... I know it's not really much of a choice. Not if you love her, anyway. I'm afraid that, when I see something I want, I don't play very fair. I will save her- save, not turn. But only if you agree to be turned. If not... you both die."
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Ałł I'νe e ν e я κ и ø ω и ıš тħe υ и κ и ø ω иxxx
Iи мч ħ α υ и т e đ ħ ø м e ωıтħ тħe я α т т ł ı и g в ø и e šxxxxxx
Iи мч ħ e α я т øf š т ø и e ωħeяe тħe g ħ ø š т š я ø α мxxxxxxxxx
Wħeи тħe ω α ł ł š в ł e e đ , I ωıłł в υ я ч ч ø υ đ e e ρxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now |
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 11:05 pm
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I sat alone, in bed 'til the morning
I'm crying, "They're coming for me"
And I tried to hold these secrets inside me
My mind's like a deadly disease
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Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Lᴏsᴛ || Pᴜʀᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
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Virgil opened his eyes to pain. His shoulder was screaming at him, and everywhere just burned with pain. The greatest concentration seemed to be in his abdomen, and he couldn't take a deep breath. He was no longer in the chair, but lying down on his side, staring at his father's lifeless body. What.... What happened? His mind was muddled, like he was trying to walk through sludge, and felt full of cotton. There was a peculiar absence in his head, reminiscent of the times Dante had taken over, but more pronounced somehow. He took a shuddering breath that soon turned into a coughing fit as he spat up blood. So much, he thought. He was lying in it, and his body was growing cold. He tried moving, to see if he could even see Jaslyn. She'd been here. Where was she? His limbs wouldn't cooperate, however, and he gave it up as a futile gesture. Tears threatened, and he tried to recall what he could. Being kidnapped. Being tortured by his father. Then, nothing. He groaned, a small pathetic sound as he realized that he was dying. Had Megan done it? Had Jaslyn? He didn't know, and he couldn't even lift his head up to see. Not that he could see much. Darkness was starting to cloud his vision, creeping and bleeding along the edges like ink spilled into water.
It was then that he saw something coming toward him. He couldn't see it clearly, and he realized his vision had gone blurry. He could hear though, and he frowned, trying to make out her words. Something about dying. Being a good brother. He frowned as he heard the name Jazzy. She hated that name. Just like Princess. He also heard something else, about how much he could love despite being broken. He took a deep breath, ignoring the burning he was feeling with the act and the sudden need to cough. "Don' call'er Jazzy. Sh' hates tha'..."
His speech was slurred, and he could hardly concentrate. However, something about blood and healing suddenly had his mind casting back ten years, back to Grace being impaled and dying in the Forbidden Forest. He stared at the blurry figure above him, his brain clicking into place as he realized what the figure mentioned. "V'mpire. Sh' wouln' wanna be one. Sh' want'd th' baby." Tears sprang to his eyes as he realized what the person meant. He'd failed. Jaslyn had trusted him to help, and he'd failed. He tried listening more, something about wanting... Him? What did she mean?
However, he knew that he'd failed, and Jaslyn was dying, and they were offering to heal her. He couldn't catch the last part though. Maybe she meant that she would drain him dry in exchange? It seemed like a fair deal. He didn't have to live with his questionable sanity, and everyone would be better off. He nodded weakly, his eyes half-lidded as he tried to get his mind to cooperate. "S've 'er. She's mor'inportn. Th'n c'n h've me..."
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I paced around for hours, on empty
I jumped at the slightest of sounds
And I couldn't stand the person inside me
I turned all the mirrors around
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 5:57 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI в υ я ч тħe đ e α đ , чeαħ, še¢яeт ρłα¢e ı и м ч ħ e α đ
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xxxxxxMıđиıgħт ıš ¢ я e e ρ ı и g ıи, мч тıgħтяøρe ıš ω e α я ı и g т ħ ı и
xxxWαт¢ħıиg тħe đ e ν ı ł g я ı и ; Dαяκиešš, ıт ω α ı т š ω ı т ħ ı и
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spaceHarbinger blinked oddly when he told her not to call the girl Jazzy. What was she to call her, then? She'd reacted poorly to 'Princess' (Harbinger could relate; she'd never liked the idea that a woman's only value was in being a prize, which was all princesses ever were). Had she heard the girl's proper name? ... Jaslyn. Yes, that was it. She swept over the girl's body, brushing hair from her face. "She's very pretty," the vampire remarked distantly, eyes soft and far-away. She sighed softly when he remarked that his sister would want the baby. He wasn't well enough to really follow her words, then. "It's too late for that, I'm afraid," she told him again. "But, she could have another. She could always have another. It won't replace the one she's lost, it never will, but... it will be better than there being no child ever, at all."
spaceMoments like this reminded Harbinger that she had once been human. She didn't particularly care for the feeling, but at the same time, she craved it. Immortality was dull, and grew duller by the day, by the month, by the year. Humanity, finality, was ever changing and ever captivating. She bit into her wrist, pressing it to the girl's lips. With her other hand, she stroked the girl's throat, willing it to take the blood; whether or not she had the strength to do so herself was of little consequence. Harbinger had made a deal with the boy. If she saved his sister, she could have him. Of course, she knew that his understanding of what was happening might be... skewed. He clearly wasn't hearing her very well, which meant there was no telling what he thought he was agreeing to. But, it didn't really matter, in the end. 'You can have me,' he'd said. It wasn't her fault if he didn't understand.
spaceAs her blood drained, she became increasingly aware of the scent lingering in the room; it'd been bathed in it. Her mouth watered, fangs aching, and she felt a psychosomatic clench in her stomach. It wasn't real, she knew, but she felt it all the same. Harbinger sighed, head lolling backwards and eyes sliding shut as she tried to summon her self-control. She'd never been particularly weak in that regard, her human life had been one long stretch of need and denial. But at times like this, her resolve stretched thin, and it was only the reminder of her end goal that kept her from snapping. Believing she'd given the girl enough to heal her, but not turn (she couldn't break her promise like that, after all), she carefully settled her form back to the ground, then stood and moved to Virgil.
spaceShe was paler now, with dark hollows under her eyes, even her features seemed thinner, malnourished. She'd fed earlier that night, but hadn't been expecting to lose so much blood so quickly. The vampire regarded Virgil, going to her knees before him. "It's good that you have some blood still," she murmured, a hand sliding to his cheek. "Not much, but enough, I suppose. I can't give and give, you know." The vampire gathered him in her arms, glancing briefly towards his wounds and shaking her head. "This will hurt," she warned, seconds before her fangs were at his throat.
spaceHarbinger could feel herself growing fuller, the scent of the blood in the room distant now that she had a taste of it. She gave a satisfied hum as she drained the last of his life from him, holding his form in her vice-like grip, little care for if she might be hurting him. He was in so much pain already, it wasn't likely he'd notice a little more, if he were even still capable of feeling it. Judging by the way the blood on her tongue grew colder with each draw, she'd be surprised. But then, she didn't always remember much about how the human body worked. She drew away carefully, pleased. He'd had just enough left that she needn't feed before turning him. Which was good, since she wouldn't have had time to do both. Again, she bit her wrist, healed over already from the last wound, and pressed it to his lips. "Unpleasant, I know. But human blood is so much sweeter," she said, tone almost affectionate. He was her child now, after all, at least in a way. She'd always thought of Kronos as her father, and Nyx her mother. She doubted if Virgil would think the same, but she always would.
spaceAs she had with his sister, she stroked his throat to try and force the muscles to move and take the blood down. The vampire hummed softly, ignoring how tired she felt, how leaden her limbs were. She wasn't full enough for this, not really, she knew. But it wouldn't take much; with no human blood left in him, the turn would take hold, no matter how little she had to give. And when he was done, she would drain his father, and then take him to hunt... Oh! But there was the girl to worry about... hm. Well, she'd just have to ask what would need to be done with her after they'd both been fed. Or... perhaps before he had? He wouldn't be overly hungry, not at first. They might have time... She'd hate for him to hurt his sister, though. Seemed like a rather good way to create one of those annoying emo-type vampires she continued hearing about. She'd never actually met one, but muggle fiction insisted they existed. She'd hate to contribute to the concept by creating one for real.
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Ałł I'νe e ν e я κ и ø ω и ıš тħe υ и κ и ø ω иxxx
Iи мч ħ α υ и т e đ ħ ø м e ωıтħ тħe я α т т ł ı и g в ø и e šxxxxxx
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 7:47 pm
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I sat alone, in bed 'til the morning
I'm crying, "They're coming for me"
And I tried to hold these secrets inside me
My mind's like a deadly disease
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Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Aᴜɢᴜʀʏ Cʟᴀɴ || Pᴜʀᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴅ Vᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ
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Virgil had closed his eyes, his sense of sight useless now. everything was too blurry, and it took too much concentration to focus. His body was also distant to him, the pain lessening as he felt himself growing colder until that too became more distant the longer he lay there. The bits of conversation he could hear were garbled, and trying to pick some understanding from the words was a herculean effort that Virgil no longer had the energy for. The only thing he was aware of was his own heartbeat, growing fainter with each pulse, and his breathing, which was becoming shallower. He barely felt someone holding him, and for a moment thought of his mother, before life for him went to hell. He was crying, silent tears that he could no longer feel creeping from the corners of his eyes and running to his hairline. His mind didn't register the bite, only that it was becoming colder, and Virgil only uttered one word, a softly whispered 'Mum'.
Awareness was slow in coming for him. First was the sensation of swallowing. He didn't know what it was, and he wasn't sure how long he'd been swallowing for, but his mind was clearing with each mouthful. The second was that he wasn't feeling much pain. What little he was feeling was dissipating with each moment. His shoulder flared with pain and then dissipated, causing Virgil to jerk as his eyes flew open. There was someone above him, holding him, with her wrist pressed to his lips. His mind was still having a hard time connecting things, but he knew that he was hungry. Hungrier than he had ever felt in his life. Only, the taste in his mouth wasn't right. It tasted cold, metallic, and wholly revolting. He tried to pull away, but the person above him had an iron grip on him and wouldn't let go. He still felt weak, far weaker than he should, and somewhere in the back of his mind Dante was whispering that something wasn't right. He shut Dante out, finding it far too easy, and his eyes picked out the rest of the room. Jaslyn was lying a bit away, with his father's unseeing gaze focused on nothing as Shaw lay dead.
His eyes then locked on the woman above him, and his mind stuttered to a halt. She was a vampire. She had her wrist pressed to his mouth. Virgil had been drinking for a while now, and while the hunger was still present, it wasn't overriding his senses. Which, those came to him in a rush as he smelled the overbearing tang of blood in the room. When the woman finally brought her wrist away, Virgil wanted to protest. The blood, it was everywhere. His teeth ached, and he found himself trying to control himself, fighting with everything he had not to go over to Jaslyn and just...
He gasped in horror, and suddenly he was against the wall, trying to press his hands firmly to his ears. The ropes that still held them bound snapped, and Virgil screwed his eyes shut, ignoring the faint sound of a heartbeat. He stayed that way, knowing partially that Dante was helping, becuase he couldn't be seriously thinking that his sister smelled delicious. It took time for him to calm down, to reign in his control enough to stamp down the need to feed. He then turned crimson eyes toward the person responsible for this. "What did you do to me?" He knew the answer, had seen it happen before. However, his mind was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that he had just thought about feeding on his sister, let alone the implications of that.
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I paced around for hours, on empty
I jumped at the slightest of sounds
And I couldn't stand the person inside me
I turned all the mirrors around
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 8:38 pm
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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» wнere «xx
xxxA Secret Place
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxDying Humans
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxGenerous
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI в υ я ч тħe đ e α đ , чeαħ, še¢яeт ρłα¢e ı и м ч ħ e α đ
xxxxxxxxx Sħøνeł υ и đ e я и e α т ħ мч вeđ, ¢αυgħт ωıтħ мч ħ α и đ š я e đ
xxxxxxMıđиıgħт ıš ¢ я e e ρ ı и g ıи, мч тıgħтяøρe ıš ω e α я ı и g т ħ ı и
xxxWαт¢ħıиg тħe đ e ν ı ł g я ı и ; Dαяκиešš, ıт ω α ı т š ω ı т ħ ı и
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spaceHarbinger watched Virgil carefully, head tilted to the side as she regarded him. New turns could be unpredictable, and sadly, she hadn't had much blood to give him. "Shall I restrain you further?" she asked him, noting the way his gaze had drifted towards his sister. Her heartbeat grew stronger with each second that passed, and she had no doubts it would tempt the new fledgling. "I do apologize, perhaps I should have planned this out better. Hm..." The vampire rose to her feet, moving towards the body of the pair's father. She nudged him with her toe, nose wrinkling in distaste. She didn't care much for the man. He'd been terribly caught up in a good many things that didn't matter, and what had it gotten him? Murdered by his own son. Pathetic. "I find this distasteful, just so you know," she muttered, glancing over at Virgil just long enough to let him see exactly how much she disliked what she was about to do before she sank her fangs into the corpse's throat.
spaceShe didn't take much, just enough to make the room stop spinning and regain her focus. Still holding the body, her attention returned to the boy. "Mm, you know what I did. 'Vampire,' you called me, it's not that hard to figure out. You're a smart... young man, Virgil, I'm sure I needn't explain." She glanced at the body she held, nose wrinkling in distaste, and she shook her head and sighed. "You're hungry, though. How hungry? I'd hate to have to hurt you to prevent your killing your sister. You'd either kiss the sun out of guilt, or spend eternity moping. Neither sounds desirable to me, frankly." With arms that seemed far too frail to possess such strength, she held the body out. "I realize this might seem... uncouth, but, he did torture and try to kill you," she said with a shrug, stepping closer to Virgil, his father's body in hand. "And I would prefer to bet on my self control over yours. I've had over a century of practice. We can't leave her here, you know there are others. But I doubt she'll want to stick around long enough for me to give you a quick lesson in hunting."
spaceNot to mention, the faster she saw to her new child, and his human sister, the sooner she could see to herself. It would be wrong of her to put herself before Virgil. A selfish leader made for a weak clan, and she did not want her clan to be weak. She wanted it to flourish. If Virgil fed from his father, he would be manageable, and they could return his sister to... wherever she needed to be returned to. And then, she could find another meal for herself. Prioritizing was important. Luckily, as vain as she could be, she was never particularly selfish... Or perhaps she was. She tended to see her clanmates as an extension of herself, after all. Their gains were hers, their losses as well. Virgil was the first one that was truly hers, though, and she wanted to do this right. Kronos and Nyx had been so good to her... She wanted to be as good to her own.
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Ałł I'νe e ν e я κ и ø ω и ıš тħe υ и κ и ø ω иxxx
Iи мч ħ α υ и т e đ ħ ø м e ωıтħ тħe я α т т ł ı и g в ø и e šxxxxxx
Iи мч ħ e α я т øf š т ø и e ωħeяe тħe g ħ ø š т š я ø α мxxxxxxxxx
Wħeи тħe ω α ł ł š в ł e e đ , I ωıłł в υ я ч ч ø υ đ e e ρxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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