InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Littering and...?"

MISS CHRISTINE (porcelainxheart) wrote in inshadowfalls,
@ 2010-06-15 14:14:00

Entry tags:

christine shelton, isaiah devereux

WHO || chrissy and izzy
WHAT || family reunion
WHEN || early morning
WHERE || dylan's house, where sweet isaiah has been hiding
RATING || tbd

Shadow Falls was a very unique place. It was strange how the inhabitants lived together, despite the fact that one half was alive and the other .... well, wasn't. Such a quaint old town with such dirty little secrets. Any stranger passing through would never suspect or could even imagine what really went on here.

Christine had been fascinated by the town when she first arrived. Vampires who ruled against humans who did not, who were forced to obey the superior race. Humans bent into submission, though some were willing participants, like she had once had been oh so long ago. It was hard to not give into temptation and take a few humans for herself, bleed them dry. There were rules here in Shadow Falls and anyone who broke those rules was punished. She had just gotten herself out of that situation. Wasn't about to put herself back into trouble, oh no. Besides, Christine had promised herself that the only thing she was going to kill here in Shadow Falls was going to be Isaiah.

After that, she didn't have a plan.

Armelle had told Isaiah about what she had done. Christine was sure of that because she hadn't seen her skipping about the town. She had either left or -

Christine didn't want to think about her darling Mel. The bridge had been burned and she wasn't looking to fix it. Perhaps if Armelle was in some sort of cage or prison, Christine would help her out. After twenty years. A favor for a favor. How had that conversation gone, she wondered, when Armelle had confessed to her sire? Had she cried? Had he been terrible to her? Puppy dog tails, she hoped so.

Isaiah had taken up refuge with a human, apparently. A sweet little house that held more charm than a smiling toothless toddler. It made her cross to look at it. Was Isaiah enjoying his new pet? Did he love this human as he had loved her? How quickly he moved on.

She didn't knock on the front door. Crawled through the open kitchen window, she did. Balanced on the counter top for a few minutes as she dusted the dirt off her shirt. She hadn't bothered to dress fancy for Isaiah. Why bother? It was much easier to fit in anyhow in a regular shirt and jeans. Once she was done, she started taking dishes out of the cupboards and throwing them over her shoulder. Where they landed, she didn't care but oh they made such a glorious crack when they hit the floor. "Ba-ba-black sheep, have you any woo-ool!" Now where was Isaiah? He had always loved to hear her sing!

(Post a new comment)

haiasi
2010-06-15 11:41 pm UTC (link)

Isaiah had been less than pleased with Armelle. He'd come very close - so very close - to losing it with her. Instead, he'd held onto his temper long enough to exact the harshest of punishments on his eldest child. Tossing her into the cellar for several days, before requesting that Samuel release her from her prison. He'd been harsh with her, but she had deserved it. Armelle had gone directly against one of the few orders Isaiah had ever really given, when she'd released Christine from her luxurious prison.

Since then, Isaiah had a number of other things happen. The most painful of which... He'd been whipped - twenty lashes - for Kaira's foolishness. The lashes had crisscrossed his back and Isaiah had refused to make a sound during it all. He deserved it, because of his claim, but Kaira was going to catch Hell, when she got out.

The whipping had made it impossible to make it all the way home without help, so he'd ended up at Dylan's instead. Never in his life had he thought that his presence in the human's home would turn it into the Grand Central Station that it had become. He knew that he'd be making it up to his beloved human for years to come, but somehow that didn't seem like such a hardship. It would give him something to spend his massive fortune on - not that he didn't randomly shower people with gifts and whatnot as it was.

It was super Early and Isaiah was stilled wrapped around Dylan in the bed, holding the human in his arms. His nose was buried in the other's neck and he was breathing him in with each steady breath. It was Heaven. Pure, sweet, blissful Heaven. Then...

Crash!

The noise jerked Isaiah out of sleep and the voice brought Isaiah's sleepy mind fully alert. Slipping out of the bed, he quickly shut the human and the dog into the bedroom, before striding through the house, unconcerned about his nudity - Isaiah hadn't dressed since he'd arrived at Dylan's and been stripped. Reaching out, he caught the next plate as it soared through the air. "Christine. You've made your announcement hat you're here. Stop breaking the bloody fucking plates, child." He set the plate on the counter and crossed the room to catch the vampire child up by the wrists and dragged her away from the cupboards.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

porcelainxheart
2010-06-16 12:04 am UTC (link)

She knew the human was here. How much she hated the human. And everyone else that Isaiah or Armelle had come in contact with. They were her's to play with, her's to taunt and be cruel to. No one else had the right! She didn't care how childish it was or that they had more claim over her. In her mind, they were nothing more than toys and Christine had never liked sharing.

Tossing the dishes was fun but she couldn't wait to start breaking something else. She knew it wouldn't take Isaiah long to come out when he started to hear the noise but she wished she had more time to go through the house. What other things could she destroy? That sweet little dog of Dylan's was darling. Maybe she could steal the lovely thing for herself.

She had stopped singing and started humming, still going through the cupboards and throwing out whatever she was able to get her hands on. Cups. Bowls. Plates were currently being tossed, one after the other. When she heard footsteps, her heart started to race but she kept throwing until Isaiah was in the kitchen with her and not looking pleased one bit.

He cursed and stormed her way, grabbing her and pulling her away from the cupboards. The 'child' comment made her pout but she made no effort at getting out of his grip. If anything, she felt ironically thrilled to have his hands on her. "Don't be such a platypus, Izzy. I was only playing," Christine cooed. But Isaiah wasn't smiling.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" She frowned, not even seeming to take much notice in the fact that he wasn't properly clothed. The anger that she had been holding onto for twenty years was still there but instead of boiling on high, it was barely simmering. Something wasn't right inside her.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

haiasi
2010-06-16 05:53 pm UTC (link)

Isaiah would have killed her on the spot and disposed of her properly, if she went after the dog. And God help her, if she went after his human. He'd not just kill her, but torture her for weeks, before he gave her over to a final death. Isaiah rarely lost it these days, but Dylan was a very good reason, in his opinion, to lose it over.

His eyes were icy as he looked down at his pretty little porcelain doll. "Playing? You were destroying perfectly good china... None of which is mine and all of which I'll have to find out, if I can replace." He would not allow his children to destroy the things that belonged to his human. Perhaps he'd ignore it, if she went after his things... Well, everything but the paintings in his foyer. He'd tear into her, if she touched the last mementos that he had of his parents.

"I would be far happier to see you, if you hadn't been breaking Dylan's things and if my back wasn't so tight." The lashes were healing remarkably, but the new skin was tight and made him stiff. "I would also be far happier, if you had presented yourself in a rational manner, instead of behaving like an ill-mannered brat."

Releasing her, he turned his back to her and stalked over to the pantry, giving her a view of his backside and the marred skin of his back from the whipping he'd received on Saturday morning. Opening the door, he found the broom and set about cleaning up the mess that she had made. "In twenty years, it is apparent that you have learned nothing, Chrissy. Not a single thing."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

porcelainxheart
2010-06-16 07:26 pm UTC (link)

She wasn't supposed to feel guilty. What was wrong with her? Breaking a few cheap dishes was the least criminal thing she had ever done. She had felt so glorious before, tossing them away without a single care as to their final destination. And now, looking down at the floor where all the broken pieces were resting, she didn't quite feel so thrilled. Why not? And where was the anger she was supposed to have? Where was the vicious retribution that she had planned for Isaiah?

Instead of wanting to rip his face to shreds, she wanted to kiss his cheeks until all the lipstick was gone from her lips. Twenty years she spent imagining this moment and all the vicious things she wanted to do to him. Now that it was here, she couldn't do a single one. Confused over her own emotions, Christine stayed silent as Isaiah went on.

He would have been happy to see her? Horrid liar. Never once did he come see her in Romania. And he clearly had moved on with this .... Dylan human. He turned around and went over to the pantry. When she looked up to see what he was doing, she saw the marks on his back and became angry. Who would dare touch him like that?

Then the silly goose actually started to clean up the mess she made. He had mentioned replacing the broken dishes before. Did the human mean that much to him?

She stormed over to him and ripped the broom out of his hand. For a minute, all she could do was glare at him. "I learned you hated me." Christine hissed and then turned away from him as she actually started to sweep up the broken china. She didn't know why. Maybe because it was a pleasant distraction from the tornado in her head.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

haiasi
2010-06-18 12:13 am UTC (link)

Isaiah hadn't come to Romania, because it had hurt him incredibly to lock her away. It ripped at what little soul he had left to know that he had no choice in the matter. The only other option would have been to kill her and he really hadn't wanted to. Killing her would have been like stabbing a knife through his own heart.

The human meant the world to him. He'd described Dylan to his nephew as being his heart. Isaiah believed that to his core. For the first time, since his turn, he felt whole. He felt whole and complete and normal... and it was Dylan. It was Dylan.

As the broom was ripped out of his hands, Isaiah nearly snatched it back. Instead, he stepped away from the mess and allowed her to clean it up. Opening the fridge, he grabbed a bag of blood and pressed the cold bag to his belly in an attempt to warm it. He was still warm from feeding from and being tangled up in Dylan.

Frowning, he shook his head and said, "You learned nothing, then. I do not hate you. You're uncontrollable and refuse to follow any sort of rules." Isaiah was already trying to decide what to do with her. "You're a danger to our kind. I already went over all of this with you twenty years ago... You nearly exposed us dozens of times."

Irritated that she thought he hated her, he tore open the bag and gave in to drinking the crimson liquid cold. He hated it that way, but he needed the blood to heal and he couldn't touch Dylan again for a bit. Isaiah only took small sips from him, because he was scared of hurting his lover.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

porcelainxheart
2010-06-18 06:29 pm UTC (link)

There was a humming in her head, a dizzying sound that vibrated against her skull. It hurt to hear his voice, to hear him breathe, just to hear him be. She had loved Isaiah more than anything. Maybe she still did. Twenty years was a long time to hold onto a grudge but she had. Dug her fangs into her festering anger and held on for dear life. And now she could barely keep it burning.

Christine walked sullenly across the kitchen, pushing the broom around with fierce determination. She never would clean up after herself before. Leaving a mess was so much fun. A bloody room was inspiring. Yes, Isaiah was mad at her for breaking the dishes but didn't she want him mad?

Her small boots were careful to not step on any more of the broken pieces. When she had swept everything up into a pile, she let the broom drop to the floor and then dropped herself down to her knees to organize the pieces. Why was she doing this? Her brain kept buzzing, kept telling her to get up and throw a vicious rage.

For the first time, Christine decided to ignore that part of her. Lifting her head to Isaiah, pieces of broken china in her hands, she bit her lip and nearly started to cry. "I could learn."

(Reply to this) (Parent)