{Take} h e a r t {Sweetheart}; Open Party

[Kariana Gabrielle Travers]

_{I'll Speak My Mind Whenever I Feel Slighted}

( I am hellbent on extracting all of my revenge )

T a k e • h e a r t • s w e e t h e a r t • o r • I • w i l l • t a k e • i t • f r o m • y o u

We Slip Concealed Back To The Keep

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She felt the weight lift off of her instantly, Master’s body flying back against the wall as someone else finally entered the picture. Late. Too late to change what had already happened. She didn't have anyone who would be coming down here after her anyways- Avery was still being kept busy by the sweaty mass of men all begging to worship her. Regulus, well he'd been acting all out of sorts lately. And Gavin? The idea of him following her out was so laughable that another gurgle of the sound almost made its way up out of her still damaged throat, held back only because the body was being flung away from her- lifting from atop her own and freeing the muscles it had trapped beneath it. The moment his body was flung back she felt her nails break through, the anger taking over before she could even glance at her sudden help, the only thing she registered was a pair of jean clad legs in her peripheral as her body came off of the ground, already set in the motions of flying at the crumpled form of Masters. Masters who was grappling with the form of the body that had come down further into the dungeons- scent hitting her full on over and above what else was now leeching the space, over the potions being flung about by too familiar fingers. She didn't want to admit that she knew instantly, the minute she came up off of the ground, who it was that had entered into this scene- she didn't need light to be able to see, didn't need to focus on the bodies twisting amongst the vials, or the sick sense of pride that made her ribs swell so uncomfortably. She didn't need to focus on it, and over and above that she didn't want to- tamping it down as her bones twisted uncomfortably within her skin, her feet hesitating between the step forward and the one that would take her back away from the scene. Decision only fully formed by the hand closing around her shoulder, vicious, angry in the way that it dug into the exposed flesh as the fingers curled underneath her collarbone- twisted, trying to drag her back. Trying to drag her back away from the two bodies that were fighting still in front of her, from the flailing arms and muttered cursing. Her body turned, hand out and ready to catch him with the curved claws her fingers seemed to have become, snarl escaping her lips before she'd even begun the motion. Only the hand that caught her upside the back of her head, knuckles curled so as to press even more firmly into her head, reverberating against her skull as she was shoved to the side- maybe it was the snarl that stopped his hand midair next, or the fact that her head came up with another twisting her mouth, teeth pointed within as she glared up at him. It didn't much matter.

The fact of the matter was that he had stopped. That he stood there for half a second too long, her arm shooting out and sending him flying into the wall, back hitting it with a resounding thud even as she sprung off the balls of her feet- sailing across the space between the two of them that she had created. She’d barely landed on his body, her deformed hands going to his throat when his eyes fluttered open, his bloody mouth forming into a sneer. “Go to hell bitch.” The pounding in her chest crested, her fingernails driving into the flesh beneath and pulling at the chords that the pads of her fingers had found. “You… first.” Her fist came out a bleeding ball, clumps falling from her fingers as her body sagged against the now still one beneath her. She could see it, the flesh torn from his throat, missing chunks still clinging to her claws as she stared down at the gash she'd created, blood still bubbling up from it and spilling over the sides. Warm blood- up to her wrists, she could still feel the heat of it pressing into her flesh. Her breath slowed as the weariness took over, fog closing back in on her as she twisted off of him in an ungraceful maneuver, her back hitting the wall as she unclenched her fingers and looked up at the other person on the scene, her breath coming in small pants. He had something in his hand. Glowing. Casting a strange kind of light around them, but she couldn't be bothered to look harder, her pupils dilating and back again as she fought to regain control of the pace her breath was making. She didn’t even register what kind of a picture she made; eyes still the fierce, white-gold as her hands morphed back into that of a human, blood coming off of the gashes in her skin caused from the stone, a tear in the front of her dress and overall generally disheveled. She should have cared more. Should have ignored the hand in front of her, might have. ”Kariana?” Only that was her name wasn't it? Very much her name, her full name, complete. Not any one of the nicknames she'd garnered over the years.

…. “Thanks.”

Her voice was raw in the now silent space, scratchy in the way it left her lips as her shoulders slumped further, one hand coming up in order for her fingers to wrap around those that had been offered. Slippery, between the two, the congealed mass transferring from her skin to his- not that it stopped the full body shudder that seemed to overtake her, working from her head down to her toes as she looked up finally, her eyes meeting his and widening slightly. All over again. Centering her to the spot she was sitting and and rendering her mute beyond the one word she'd already managed. Every time. Was it supposed to do that ever time?

(Concede To Do The Work For Free )

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And Slit The Necks Of Shoulders While They Sleep

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[Tobias Leberecht]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

There was an uncontrollable shake in his hands, just a tremble...wasn't affecting his grip so much as it seemed to be forcing him to move in time with the furious pounding of his heart that he didn't know how to take. He didn't get like this, ever. His vision seemed to be hyper focused and his breathing was labored and coming better to him all at the same time. Like he was moving faster than he realistically ought to of been able to. Then again the potions that were releasing a toxic cloud of vapors into the small hallway wasn't helping things. It was too silent and loud...was that his blood in his ears? He could hear the bubbling, a wet cough resounded from somewhere around him that wasn't a product of him at all. It was...confusing and he didn't much care for it. He had been bullied for most of his ears at this school, been pushed around by these very people even, and never once had he lifted a finger to them in protest, hadn't dared to. Taken his licks and just kept on moving. Though, fighting back, seemed to hurt more than he had anticipated. He knew there were small shards of colored glass pressed into the flesh of his hands. Knew that there had to be a bruise forming under his hair on the back of his head...but he wasn't done yet. He wasn't even thinking anymore, his brain was about as quiet as it was possible to make it. The air around him seemed to be popping like bubbles in a soda, he could feel it more than he could see it, he needed to remember to write all of this down, and with the half illuminating glow of that coming from the stick in his hands, his foot stepped on something sticky and he felt bile rising in the back of his throat.

He heard it, rather than saw what happened. Of course the talking, he could hear that but what he saw next, the red coating her hands and the way that the body fell to the floor with an oddly normal thump...he'd thought that maybe, well he thought that maybe the dead sounded hollow. Somehow. He was no longer among the living, not with that missing from his throat. Even Tobias couldn't have stopped that...he'd fixed a similar hole in the girl who had done the damage this time, but he couldn't have done it a second time....didn't have....didn't have the needed...there was so much....blood. There was blood....everywhere. He could see it, looked black and like tar with the weird yellow glow, casting strange shadows over the woman's face but he wasn't afraid. No, not of her. Moreover, just shock. He was in shock. Maybe this man deserved it, Tobias didn't even know his name, maybe he did....maybe he didn't. He wasn't the one to make that choice. Kariana wasn't either...but it was over now. She fell back and he almost didn't move to check on her, still hesitant to step into the...to put his foot into that...he didn't want to touch it. He wanted to see her, he did...make sure that she was okay because wasn't that the whole point? Though, she had...self defense? He had heard it...and she had done it with such ease...this was why they had been trying to help her. Her hands shifting back to their normal shape which hinted at more control than she really should have been able to have...no. His head shook, pushing away the analytical side of his brain, at least off to the side where it would watch and not comment, he hoped.

“Thanks.” Tobias snorted in laughter, totally unbecoming of the situation. “What?” he echoed. Thanking him? Maybe he was hysterical, he hadn't been in a situation like this one before, he wasn't sure how it was handled...but watching her murder somebody wasn't really something that he thought that she should be thanking him for. Slowly, and clearly wary, he took a step, his foot schlicking into the black nasty blood under his foot to move closer to her, to make sure that shes with him, that she was...well, she couldn't be alright. That wasn't something he was looking for. Uninjured, at least. Her hand reaching for his as he shuffled only slightly closer and curling around hers. The blood that was now sticking to the bottom of his shoe bothered him, but that which she was now pushing onto his hand...well it didn't. Same blood. Should have bothered him more, should have thought about it more fully, how the copper stench was making him dizzy, or that nobody knew what was happening down here because there were partying, gyrating youth not more than one hundred paces that a ways. He pulled her, well, more guided her toward a spot that wasn't fizzling, didn't smell so strongly and waved the glow stick in front of her person, checking her over...she didn't seem to be hurt any more badly than than her healing was going to compensate for, so she would be alright, some of the smaller wounds seemed to be closing on their own. He couldn't let go of her hand...like it was calming his breathing and she was staring at him, just...staring with those eyes. Those eyes he couldn't stop from looking at every two seconds, but never for more than a second at a time or she was going to chew his head off and he couldn't handle that. Was just trying to handle even being near her like this whenever he felt so dizzy, like every nerve ending was exposed. “What happened?”

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[Kariana Gabrielle Travers]

_{I'll Speak My Mind Whenever I Feel Slighted}

( I am hellbent on extracting all of my revenge )

T a k e • h e a r t • s w e e t h e a r t • o r • I • w i l l • t a k e • i t • f r o m • y o u

We Slip Concealed Back To The Keep

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She shouldn’t have looked at him, not directly, not full on in the eyes at least. She knew that. She was more than aware- the few times she had tried over the course of the past few months… she was aware and yet she’d tempted fate and done it anyways- ignited the strange, gripping sensation that seemed to overtake her entire body every time that she allowed it to happen. Allowed it. Her arm stiffened, the joints in her fingers crackling with the energy it took to keep them from curling further around the heat beneath them- chunks of gore and thick, quickly congealing liquid forgotten beneath the strangely electric pull to the boy that she’d never even liked. Her stance went rigid his snort of laughter and questioning ”what?” lost in the background of the foreign reaping distortion upon her thought process. He was asking what she was thanking him for, and even if it took her a second to realize that was what his question had been about, she understood it. Or at least she felt like she did. She could easily be wrong at that front, the jumble of her thoughts the way that they currently were. She didn’t speak nicely to them- he or his friends especially. Although she had plenty of reason for that- past and present both. O’Conner…. Well he was one matter all of his own, but this one. The one in front of her. Tobias. He was his own brand of strange and unusual and he’d gone and made friends with the blood traitor on top of all of that. Had put himself in the way of those barbs and taunts that had been thrown at him and ignored them. That was bad enough in the past- but to add in this strange… this thing. This thing that clouded her mind and had taken root in her being at the same time as the animal inside of her had… woken up. Come to be. Whatever. It had started then. It had flashed through her and eaten away alongside the rest of the changes that had been sprung that night and yet it didn’t stop there. And every time the boy came with his offers of help and his talking to her- every time she had to look him in the eye it came all over again, searing her through with a merciless absolution. Mudding her thoughts and making it difficult to focus beyond the blue across from her- the different swirling colors and kaleidoscope of expression that passed through them so quickly. She didn’t need it. She didn’t want it. And if it made her more abrupt with him even than she had been before it just did. No one in their right mind allowed that sort of thing to happen to them without complaint. The fact that his big, hairy friend seemed to expect her to was ridiculous even atop his other expectations.

She shouldn’t have been thanking him- but her entire being was just… tired. Tired and hurt, sore in a way that came from beyond just the physical exertion and pain of the not fully completed change. From more than just the bruises and battering that she’d taken. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. She was exhausted. Past fighting at this current moment in time. He didn’t have to step in. And even as angry as she was at everything that came with the presence of the boy and the situations that he was involved in- she couldn’t not be thankful that the fact that he had, in fact, stepped in. Was still standing here. He could go report her, he still might, after this confrontation was over. And she just… didn’t care in that particular breath. She’d face it after this. After she recouped, after she was able to move her irises from his own and gather back to her all of the righteous indignation and fury that she so closely had been holding to. He pulled up, soles of her feet pushing down into the cobbled stone beneath them to further assist with the rising of her form- hobbling only slightly as her left heel seemed to falter, muscles spasming slightly up into her calf at what she was sure had to be some kind of cut or another that had managed to slash across the bottom most curve of her foot- all of it quickly repressed as he moved her further along down the wall- her lids blinking slowly, not moving away from his form and to the scene that was behind it. Or to the side of her. She could still smell the blood- acidic in the tangy flavor that clung beneath all of it. The copper so very, very present that it almost overrode the scents coming off of the other unconscious body, off of the maelstrom of emotions that still lingered in the air of the corridor. Her nostrils flared- skin above them crinkling slightly with the disgust of what all she was taking in. The blood didn’t bother her- not so much. At least that that wasn’t hers. The scent of it beneath her fingers and around them assuaged a part of her that was still clinging to the edge of the fight that had just ended. It was the smell of her own that made her uneasy. The smell of piss and feces from the last moments of the creature’s life that made her lips curl up ever so slightly in distaste. Only turning down again when the body before her shuffled closer, fingers pressing into hers with the movement as the off-cast glow moved over her face- chin tilting slightly to the side with the movement and the invasion of scent that wafted over that surrounding them. ”What happened?”

It was a simple question. One that should have been easily answered, but her slow blink was anything but an actual answer- fingers pushing between those surrounding hers and into the palm- dry throat working up over itself even as she felt the prickles along the expanse of her flesh that indicated that she was, in fact, healing- albeit slower than normal due, no doubt, to the amount and type of foreign objects within her system. “Took a wrong turn.” Her eyebrows furrowing slightly- because really, that should have made it impossible for anyone to have stumbled across the scene that he had. “Turned down the wrong person a few too many times.” Apparently enough that he thought he could take from her what she’d already denied him. What, she had no doubt, had been denied to him by more than just her own edict. But obviously, with the removal of his friendship, so went his protection. A violent shudder tore through her frame, eyes finally breaking contact and swinging over the side of his shoulder to the body still lying prone on the ground beyond the one of which she’d already… taken care of. His hands on her throat. The back of her throat vibrated, nearly inaudible growl moving up through it and to her lips- only cutting off with the slight shifting of the body in front of her that blocked it once more from view- her torso inclining forward slightly, nostrils expanding once more with the deep inhale she took- scent moving through her nostrils as her lids closed almost enough to erase the knowledge of the scene behind it. Almost. She still felt slow. Groggy. Like she wasn’t quite operating at the level she should be. And it was, again almost, enough to make her irritated- her shoulders falling back sharply against the wall behind her, head rolling back on her neck to do the same with a harsh exhalation of air. What happened. How did she answer that? She’d gone and become weak. She’d acted out of that weakness and the price for doing so had almost been extracted from her very form.

(Concede To Do The Work For Free )

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