jess_badkids (jess_badkids) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-11 15:31:00 |
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Current location: | Michele's Lair |
Current mood: | angry |
Entry tags: | ash kowalski, place: la, ~michele odette d'estaing |
Is This The End?
Who: Ash and Michele
Where: Michele's Lair
When: Wednesday Night, Feb. 10th (After he left Mere on the ceiling.)
Rating: R for Blood
Michele's lair was a dilapidated mansion on the outskirts of Hollywood. It had belonged to some director in the fifty's, but he had hung himself after several of his movies failed at the box office. People claimed that it was haunted. Whether that was true or not Michele did not know, nor did she care. She had just finished getting dressed for the night, wearing one of her old gowns from back in France in the 1750s. She missed that time. However, tonight she would relive them a little, even it was for the last time. She had candles lit in the ballroom and 'proper' music playing, holding her 'mask' as it were, waiting for a guest to arrive.
For the last time. How truer words have never been written. There's not enough time or space here to say HOW Ash found Michele's mansion... we'll merely say it involved several now-maimed demonic informants, thousands of dollars in property damage, and a few dead minions. Now? It was time to play. Eyes gone completely black, he was actually levitating a few feet off the ground as he entered, the front doors literally blasting from the hinges. "Michele...." he announced, voice loud but emotionless. "Time...to...die."
She knew he would come. To think that he wouldn't, or that he wouldn't be very upset with her, would have been idiotic to say the least. Maybe some large part of her wanted to die. To do something as suicidal as what she did, or what she was about to do? One would think so. When she turned around, she was holding the mask of Lucy's face in one hand, holding it over her face like one would at a Masquerade Ball. "Ashton," she said. She moved the mask to reveal her own face.
It said a lot about his current state of mind that this didn't even PHASE him. He floated there, reaching out with one arm... and let a flurry of purple lightning storm from his fingertips, throwing her across the room.
She went sailing across the room, landing against the wall and sliding back down it. She had dropped the mask somewhere along the ride as well, although she wasn't sure where. She stood back up, brushing her skirts back down and moving quickly out of the way, now standing behind him. "I figured you would make this interesting," she said to him, grabbing him and pulling him to the ground.
"Interesting." He repeated, grabbing her by the throat. "Is that why you murdered the most beautiful girl in the world? Because it would be... interesting?" He sneered, eyes like onyx. "I could kill you. Right now. But that... would be too merciful."
Lucky for her she didn't need to breathe. "I shouldn't be the only one to suffer," she said, narrowing her eyes at him as she reached out and punched him.
That punch... normally, a mere human like Ash would be dead. Bones shattered. But now? He had so much dark power coursing through his body that she may as well have punch a deity. He pulled gold cross from his jacket, one that had been sharpened into a long, serrated knife. "We... are going to have MUCH fun together." And then? She was against the wall. Hands and feet pinned there, seemingly by nothing. "You think you know pain? Suffering? You know NOTHING."
The eyes of a not quiet sane woman stared back at him as she smiled. "Then show me, oh teacher," she said to him. "Enseignez-moi la beauté de douleur. Je vous avertis, j'ai déjà eu un enseignant excellent."**
If she thought this was some... sexual game, or something to take pleasure in... surely that changed when the blade flashed down, peeling off a huge slive of her cheek and neck.
She shrieked, blood pouring from her face and neck. She really had no illusions at this point, or had ever. Of course, if Ash could see all the marks under her clothing that she hid, he would see that this wasn't the first time she had been tortured.
Another flash of the blade, and the other side of her face suffered similarly. Within seconds, large strips of the flesh on her arms and legs were gone as well. "This... will not be as simple as death. You are going to beg me for it. Plead with me for that final release."
She just continued to scream. What most people didn't know about vampires was this: they don't go into shock. They don't get the sweet release of unconsciousness from pain after a while. They get to feel every single solitary iota of it.
Now? NOW he was starting to show some emotion. If it was possible for this woman to understand the suffering she'd caused him... he wanted to show her. "You took... the only thing worth living for in my life. You snuffed her out like a fucking candle. She never did anything... ANYTHING!... but try to make people happy..."
Unfortunately for him, she wasn't capable of understanding human emotion any longer. She had been made for the sick pleasure for someone else, after all. She managed to swallow the scream she wanted to let out, instead saying, "I have no reason to live, why should you?" she asked him.
He didn't answer her. At least... not with words. Instead, he stuck the knife into her gut, twisting it harshly and yanking it out. Oh, lord yes... he knew what would and wouldn't kill a vampire. And he wanted her to beg him. BEG him for death.
She let out a blood curtailing scream, turning her head away from him for a moment. She did want death. She had ever since Luke had disappeared. However, she also knew that humans, as a species, were impatient. He'd kill her one way or another before it was over with.
"You poor, poor thing", he said, sarcastically. "You look like... you could use a drink." Pulling a small bottle of holy water from his pants pocket, he pulled the cap off, shoving it into her mouth and spilling it down her throat.
She choked and gurgled, trying to spit the stuff out as it burned the inside of her mouth and throat.
He smiled at her. SMILED. Those jet black eyes twinkling with sheer amusement. "I'm going to end this world, you know." He said, since really... it wasnt like she'd live to tell anyone. "I'm going to remake it. Entirely. And when I'm done... Lucy will be alive again. You might be too. If so? I will find you. And kill you AGAIN."
Taking ragged breathes, even though she had no real need to breathe, she stared at him. "End the damn world, see if I care," she told him. "I hope you'll succeed. You'll kill more people than I was ever able to. Maybe I should congratulate you."
"Maybe you should. You think you're so evil... so wicked." He sneered, "Only now... in your final minutes... do you finally get to lay your eyes upon true evil. Behold the wicked child, and know that you, and you alone, brought him back to this world." He took that bladed cross again, sticking the point slightly into her right eye.
She tried to jerk away, but she wasn't able to move because Ash was magically holding her there. When the blade entered her eye, she screamed again.
"You know, of course... what the worst part of this for you is, my dear?" He looked at her... disemboweled, flesh torn, eye gutted from it's socket... her body already trying to start healing itself, which obviously made the pain even worse.
She merely looked at him at this point.
"Once I get to hell and join you... we'll have ALL eternity... to do this over.. and over... and over." He chuckled, frighteningly meaning every word.
"I'm sure hell has much more interesting torments for the both of us," she said to him.
"I guess we'll see. Enjoy your respite from me. I assure you... it won't be a long one." As he turned, he pulled one last item from his pockets: a lighter. Flicking the flame to life... he held it to her clothing.
As the flames flickered across her clothing, she didn't scream this time. She knew this was it. Instead, she just looked at him with her one intact eye and smiled at him as she eventually turned to ash. Sort of fitting that she would turn into his namesake, isn't it?
He got no satisfaction from her death. To him? It was merely justice. No... right now? He was thinking. Thinking of how he could take advantage of this... alternate reality that this 'daughter' of his could be from. And how to use it to get his Lucy back. No matter what the consequences.
**Note: French for "Teach me the beauty of pain. I warn you, I've already had one excellent teacher.