Titus (mydomain) wrote in inferusterra, @ 2009-07-12 22:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | elta corey, liam mauer |
TITLE: Dreaming
TIME: July 12th, evening
WHERE: Louisiana; Sirens
TAKES PLACE AFTER: everything so far
CHARACTERS: LIAM; OPEN to anyone at Sirens. you know who you are ;)
WARNINGS: n/a
Seven days. That's how long it had been since he had killed a man. Liam's mind would not allow him to not keep track of it, because despite the demon blood and connect to the last seal, he really was a good person. Like Sam Winchester--though Liam would never fully understand just how much he had in common with the hunter--Liam's conscious was constantly at battle with his cravings, his need for violence. Some people were just born to be killers, and what sickened him the most was that every time he killed he felt that much more powerful, that much closer to being what he always knew he would end up as.
A monster.
He wasn't the white knight that rode up and slayed the dragon, scooping the damsel into his arms before they rode off into the sunset. No, he was the dragon to be slain, an animal that lived on instinct and its own need to survive never realizing the harm it truly did, and with no understanding or appreciation of the importance of human life.
And he was almost certain that Jackie wasn't the damsel, though where she fit into the story troubled him. Probably more because he wanted her to have a part in the story than anything. He wanted her to have a character in that last epic battle between himself and the white knight. He wanted her there for some reason, even if it meant that she watched him fall, watched him get slain. He just wanted her there.
After a week of brooding, trying to forget how much he had actually enjoyed watching that stranger die after he'd hit Jackie, Liam decided it was time to get out, to seek out the reason for his guilt. The very reason he could never ever touch. So really, what Liam was seeking out was just a reminder that even though he was the monster he had his price to pay. He killed so he couldn't touch, and that gave it all some kind of balance in his mind. Because he had never wanted to touch anyone more. He knew it was probably one-sided, but his mind gave him the idea that, that was part of his punishment as well, to want what he could never have, what would never want him back.
What he hadn't expected was the sign outside of Sirens that told him what the place really was. Pausing there, wearing the hood of his jacket and those gloves that kept him from accidentally hitting someone as he walked by on the sidewalk, he briefly considered just turning to leave. But a strip club sounded like the ultimate punishment for the murder he had committed, and Liam needed to feel a sense of justice for what he had done, to remind him that he could not just go around killing people.
So he stepped inside, pausing near the doorway.