Meredith Delany (band_chicka) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-07-28 22:47:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | horrified |
Entry tags: | mere delany, place: la, ~devon gibson |
Coming Back Down to Earth
Who: Mere and Devon
Where: Avarice
When: Tuesday Night
Mere looked around Avarice as she sat at her table. She was hungry, especially after playing relatively nice with Lydia earlier. She wanted to pick out something to play with before eating. Something pretty and innocent looking. Since taking out the bitch formally known as Paige, Mere had been feeling especially...well, feral. Skylar even mentioned that she was starting to scare her after they talked with Lydia. Mere just blew her off, blaming pregnancy hormones. She just hoped that someone interesting would show up soon, or she might start to get cranky.
Devon had never been in Avarice, and honestly, even now he barely bothered to look around the place. He stormed through the place, hellbent on finding Meredith. When he spotted her, sitting alone, he made a beeline for her, finally standing directly in front of her, arms crossed, possibly the most alarmingly angry look on his face she'd ever seen. For once... this normally zen-like vamp was PISSED.
Mere was a little surprised when she saw Devon, especially with the angry look on his face. She wasn't sure that he was capable of getting angry, to be honest. Still, she wasn't sure what had crawled up his ass and died, and wasn't sure if she cared, to be frank. "Devon, nice to see you," she said with a slight smile. "Need a drink?"
"No." He glared, disappointed beyond words. "And evidently... neither do YOU." He sat down, eyes burning a hole into her. "You have no idea what you've done, Meredith..."
She looked down at her nails for a moment. "Actually, I do, but that's neither here nor there," she said, looking back up at him. "Really? No idea? Well then, why don't you spell it out for me?"
"I thought you were trying to behave." He looked at her, blinking a little. "As in, NOT take the lives of innocents."
"If you're talking about Paige, then she was hardly innocent," she snapped at him, feeling defensive. "She came to my territory, starting shit, because she feels like I helped get her fired from her precious little band. She's threatened to have me staked in the past. Don't think I haven't heard about that. Trust me, that bitch was far from innocent, Devon, so get off my case about it!"
"Like it was just some spur of the moment self defense thing..." He scowled. "I *told* you I'd be watching you, Mere... and I have been. I've seen how you've been acting. To EVERYONE. Your own FATHER looked scared of you lately, Meredith. And you acted recklessly." He threw down a copy of the daily paper... a headline was circled that read 'MOTHER AND TWO CHILDREN FOUND DEAD...' and sighed. "See that?"
"Like I'd actually do anything to them," she snapped right back. "Maybe they should be a little scared. I'm not a fucking kitty cat, Devon." She snatched the paper from him. "What about it? Looks like every other fucking headline in this city."
"YOU DID THIS, MEREDITH." He snarled. "Those kids. Their mother. They were dead, Mere. In a fucking ALLEY, their throats ripped out. And it's YOUR FAULT."
She hurled the paper back in his face. "HOW? I DIDN'T FUCKING KILL THOSE PEOPLE! ONLY PAIGE! AND THE BITCH FUCKING DESERVED IT!" She seemed completely unaware that screaming this in a crowd was probably a bad idea.
He smirked there... not a cocky smirk, but one that knew he was about to bring her perfect little vamp world down around her. "Because PAIGE killed them, Mere. After you left her. STILL ALIVE. She was turned... and now? Every life she takes is on YOU."
Mere just stared at him for a second, momentarily speechless. "You're lying," she finally snarled. "She was fucking dead."
"Look into my eyes, Meredith." He said, with eerie calm. "And tell me again that I'm lying."
Mere didn't say anything. She just turned and ran. Ran out of the club and into the alleyway. The same alleyway where she had thought that she had killed Paige. The stupid bitch was supposed to die in a dumpster like the trash she was! Why did it go wrong?
Devon followed her, slowly. Calmly. When he reached her, he put a hand on her shoulder. "You've got something special, Meredith. Something not many of us end up with.... you have something akin to a conscience. Don't waste it."
Mere wanted to punch, kick, scream, just do something. Something to make the thoughts in her head go away. Yeah, that something akin to a conscience was screaming at her right now, asking her why she had done that to Paige in the first place. Why even bother dealing with scum like her. She could have just walked away and walked back into the club, which Paige was banned from, and everything would have been fine. But she didn't.
Mere didn't react to the hand on her shoulder. She probably wouldn't have noticed if someone had come out after her with a stake right now. Instead, she just sunk to the ground.
"You're going to live forever, Meredith. With all that time... you're gonna make some mistakes." He tried to sound as soothing as possible. "Look at it this way: very few of us AREN'T heartless killers. But this pain you're feeling? It's what's going to get you through this... and make sure you don't do it AGAIN."
If Mere could throw up right now, she would do it in a heart beat, which was something else she didn't have the ability to have anymore. She just wanted to beat her head against something until she could make all of the pain go away. Damn, it would be so much easier if she was a heartless killer kind of like she faked being. But she wasn't, and this was tearing her up inside. "Devon...what did I do?" she said, barely above a whisper.
"You made a mess." He said bluntly. "And while you can't bring back those kids... or anyone ELSE she hurts... you CAN clean up the mess you made." He left it at that... she was smart enough to know what that meant.
She nodded. She knew just what he was talking about. It had to be done, and it needed to be done by her. This was her mess, and she needed to clean it up.
"Oh... and for the record?" He couldn't help it... part of this was truth, and part was bitterness. "That boyfriend of yours? Not the best influence for you right now."
She reflected back to the night when she fucked up feeding and killed a customer. Ben had just brushed it off like it didn't matter. "Maybe..." she finally said. Still, he was the first person that she needed to talk to about this.
"Remember..." He smiled sadly, walking backwards, keeping his eyes on her as he started to leave. "We're not getting any older.... and I'm not going anywhere."