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Tweak says, "Dinsdale!"

Raina Maris. (raina_maris) wrote in manchester_rpg,
@ 2010-10-07 14:41:00

Entry tags:

desmond, raina

Who: Desmond/Raina (small appearances by Wyatt)
What: It's been two weeks. Time to talk.
Where: Raina's dorm room
When: Thursday Afternoon
Rating: R
Status: In Progress

She could hear it with every breath. It became louder and louder as the seconds ticked away, turning from the distant sound of thunder rumbling in the horizon to the pounding of drums in her ears, stopping her brain. She tried to just concentrate on breathing. Maybe it would steady her raging thoughts, but there was no such luck.

Breathe in. thump, thump.

Breathe out. thump, thump.

Raina jumped when a hand slammed on her desk with a blank test. She had managed to fill out her name when it had been distributed the day before, but she had lost it after then. She had swirled in thoughts and daydreams and couldn't be expected to concentrate on a test. Darkened green eyes raised from the question mark written in red at the top of the page and to the older man who stood in front of her. The teacher tapped his hand, the nail clicking against the wooden desk. "See me after class." he said in a hushed voice. To her though, it was no less than a scream. He could have just proclaimed it to the entire classroom, the entire school. She stared at his face and tried not to think about the numerous faces she was sure were now staring at her. Wrinkles creased his face with age that he attempted to hide behind a pair of thin glasses that perched on a cocky, upturned nose.

An unexplainable anger bubbled inside of her like a pot of water on a heated stove.

As he stood there and stared, she felt her tiny hands curl into fists. It was a struggle to keep herself from screaming at him, calling him on that look that he was giving her, like she was a complete idiot. Nails dug into the fleshy palms and nicked hard enough into her skin that blood started to pool in the fresh wounds. But they wouldn't stay open long and she would be forced to push harder to bring the blood out again.

Then something happened.

The anger started to dissipate as a tiny flicker caught her attention. Clouded eyes focused on the jump of the vein in his neck. He took a breath and it jumped again. A new, yet equally familiar feeling rose to the surface with a vengeance. It filled her stomach like poison and started to slink through her body. She could see it clearly.

The skin was so thin and fragile anyway. It would be so easy to tear into it. It almost seemed like a cruel joke to leave such an important part of the body so very unprotected. Mesmerized by the flicker and the sound the filled her ears, intoxicating her mind, Raina hadn't realized she was now on her feet. When had she even moved? She couldn't remember. And she only knew she was standing by the way he jumped back a step and fumbled to fix his glasses. "Ms. Maris, back in your seat." He insisted, voice trying to be strong but she could hear the slight tremble in his words.

Raina ignored him and didn't even acknowledge his order. This would be the cure to all of her problems. She was craving that sweet metallic taste once again. What's more was that she had a craving for all things Desmond but hadn't seem from him at all in the past two weeks. Not in person, at least. But he did haunt her dreams, repeatedly taking her over and over, night after night. He snuck into her room the second she closed her eyes and tore her clothes from her skin. His hands greedily grasped at her body, mouth sliding along her skin. He claimed her time and time again, much like he had that first night in the woods. He set her skin on fire until she arose during the night in a sweaty heap, crying his name. She could choke on the desire, and almost did.

Afterwards, she would attempt to take a shower to help calm herself but the beads of water only teased her. They moved slow, like honey, down heated flesh in a million different places. Even now, two weeks later, it brought her to her knee. In the tub, it only took the blink of an eye for the water to have her crying with pleasure that could only mock the real thing that she wanted. Still, it brought her some kind of muted pleasure. But it never sated that desire inside of her. Nothing could.

But now, standing in front of a fragile older teacher, she knew exactly what she wanted. It was that blood. Sure it was human blood and it wasn't Desmond's blood, but the need for it was overwhelming. Anything had to help. And right now, the way she could tell it was flowing through him, it was teasing her, begging her to take it. She could almost hear a voice in her head, telling her it would be okay if she could just get that taste in her mouth. She would ignore the taste of flesh and let her mouth fill with the copper nectar. Yes, that's just what she needed. When the teacher turned and started to walk towards his desk, mumbling something about detention, there was an almost instinctual tug in her belly. Go get it, it told her. You want it. Take it.

There was a breath, before she started after him. A few voices in the class gasped and the teacher turned fast enough only to stumble backwards to his desk. Raina saw his neck, she could practically already taste the blood, then..

It was ripped away.

Wyatt Grayson was a member of that class room, and he hadn't completely been paying attention. Instead, he stared at the A marked on his paper before shuffling it into his folder with all the other A's. He wasn't necessarily smarter than anyone else, he just paid a lot of attention in class (even if the teacher's didn't think he heard a word they said.) At nights, with nothing else to do, he reread the texts and prepared for the assessments. As a personal rule, he also kept to himself--and outside of the full moon, he didn't ever consider changing into his furry counterpart, but there was something different today.

The girl two rows over him with the bright pink hair had been acting strangely for weeks. Observant as he was, Wyatt had noticed little things changing about her, like the way she didn't speak up in class anymore, and how she was often gripping her arms harder than should be comfortable. But what business of it was his to find out why?

It only became his business when he looked up and saw a familiar glance in her eyes. He knew it, because he'd been around plenty of animals before. And he would have stayed seated if she had simply stared the older man down. When there was a twitch, Wyatt knew exactly what was going to happen. He could now sense something that nearly knocked him out. And it was instinct only that had him jumping to his feet. Years of practice made the shift easy enough. Then, instead of a normal sized boy jumping at her, he became a sharp toothed wolf that tackled the pink headed girl just a step away from the teacher.

He growled when she gripped his fur as they hit the ground. She struggled against him as people in the class rose and backed up towards the other side of the room. He paid them no mind. What he couldn't stop thinking about was the blood lust he saw printed clearly in her eyes. She'd meant to hurt their teacher and that made her a danger, and dangerous creatures needed to be handled.

His jaw full of teeth sunk into her shoulder like a knife into hot butter. Blood instantly flowed from the wound and she let out a howl that told him he was hurting an actual person, not just a creature. Back pedaling, he loosened his hold on her shoulder and instead watched her carefully. It wasn't until she went for a second lunge that he snapped wildly at her arm, biting down until he could hear a snap. He pulled and tossed her out of the class room, standing tall in the doorway with bloody fur around his mouth, glaring at her, ready for another fight.

It was the snap that shocked her out of it. Rivulets of white hot pain shot up her arm and she could feel the slight throbbing in the back of her head from hitting one of the lockers outside of the classroom. Raina stared at the wolf, completely out of breath, and (taken by a sudden fear), stumbled to her feet and ran and quickly as she could. She passed students in the hall, ran up a staircase and didn't stop until she reached her dorm room (that she luckily didn't share with anyone else).

Slamming the door shut, Raina fell to the ground with hot tears stinging her eyes. The scent of blood took her over and she looked at the wounds that were trying to close but still bled pretty vigorously. Was her arm broken? She didn't care. Instead, she used her unharmed hand to help raise her arm (ignored the sharp pain) and brought the bloodied appendage to her mouth. But it was only adding fuel to the fire. She needed blood, but not this blood. This wasn't help enough. The tiny bit that it sated was not nearly enough and it had her pushing herself back against the corner with blood on her lips. She let out a scream, kicked the desk that was closest to her and closed her eyes, begging for something to relieve her.

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poeticmisery
2010-10-09 12:18 am UTC (link)

"WHY?" The slave boy growled openly as he looked at her, and she slapped him across the face, roughly enough that it probably would have turned another man's head, instead the slave's crystal blue eyes just narrowed slightly at her as she had done it, watching the look on her face turn from anger to somewhat incredulous fear. Those blue eyes did not waver from looking at her, though they softened a little bit. He was looking at the woman that he loved, the woman that he wanted to be with more than anything. The woman that he would kill for, that he would die for... the woman that he would have done anything that she would have asked of him at one point in time... anything but simply leaving her be. That was the one thing that he absolutely could not do, no matter how much it felt somedays like it was the right choice to make.

"Why would you choose him over me?" The boy said in a whisper, his eyebrows knitting tighter. It had been a full year since Marcus had come into the picture now, and almost as long since he had witnessed the man coming out of her bed chamber. These arguments were not in the least bit uncommon for the two of them. Once she had calmed down from the experience, she had asked him to remain, told him that he, above all others was the one that she trusted, her only true freind in this entire place. She had even gone so far as to tell him that she might kill herself if he left. And so the boy had stayed, the boy had forced himself to stay by her side, to accept his fate. He loved her, and from all of the tales of love, it was so powerful that it could overcome such trifles as being unrequited, or suffering some small indignance. True love was even beyond death, was it not?

But the reality of the world corroded such thoughts more violently than any acid. There was no glory in staying as her friend throughout the process. There was only the faintest of comforts when he could see that he had made her smile, that he had made her laugh, that in some way he had shielded her from the poison that was Marcus. The pain dwarfed all of that, however, the pain of being reminded each time that he saw her crying that she had chosen it, that she had chosen Marcus and all the pain that came with him, over a devoted slave, one that would worship her, one that would give her everything that she would have ever needed. One that would have run with her to the ends of the earth and never asked for more than to wake up beside her each morning...

And that fact, that glaring inconsistency, that he was less than someone who used her for her charms and left her alone and crying in her bed often... it pierced him deeper than any sword could, and choked him like a noose until each day took effort. He found himself more and more sluggish to do anything, less and less wanting to hunt, to eat, to even care if he managed to sneak back on the grounds before the morning. Mari of course noticed almost immediately, but even when she yelled at him, he didn't care. It was not as if she did not yell at him frequently anyway. After Marcus would come in for his usual affair, if he left her crying for days afterwards Mari would snap at all of her slaves, but the one that was her 'friend' in particular, as if he had somehow conspired with Marcus to hurt her.

And so the fights between them grew darker, more aggressive. Pride, a thing that the slave boy once would have never thought he could have possessed, began to show it's face. There was only so much abuse that he could take, abuse that he did not deserve. And so more and more often he would stop taking the abuse that Mari was so keen to shower upon those beneath her. The other slaves noticed, even if they did not do the same thing. They would look at him in awe as he did not scamper out of the room, as he would stand there unflinching as she injured him, even moving once to grab her wrist after she came at him with a dagger, pull it from her hand and toss it to the side. Such things were punishable by death...

The slave boy no longer cared.

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poeticmisery
2010-10-09 12:20 am UTC (link)

"I have told you this before... boy..." Mari spat under her breath. "You are a common slave... and he is the man that I love. He has his failings, like any man, but he is a man, the one that I want to be with. If you were really my friend you would respect that, you would support that! You would want me to be with him instead of standing between our happiness the way that you do! Do you think I do not see the way that you stare at me, undressing me with your eyes... do you think that helps me, to know you are thinking of me in such a fashion? We are friends, slave. Nothing more. You will never... NEVER have me.... now Marcus is coming and I am going to meet him... if you cannot contain yourself perhaps you should sleep outside... with the animals..."

The boy's eyes widened and his mouth opened to say something, but was caught by Marcus walking past, idly shoving him to the ground as he moved. In another life, the boy might have thought that it was his right. After all, the boy was just a slave and Marcus the son of a wealthy noble. But now... now there was only dark contempt on his face... he could feel his anger swelling, coiling inside of him like a viper, inspiring each and every muscle in his body to tense firmly as he started to stand up. He knew what exactly Marcus deserved for being a noble, and there would be nothing to stop him from giving it to that pompous, loud-mouthed ass tonight.

The boy blinked suddenly as blackness filled his vision and memory faded.

Blood.

It was around him, it was on him. He could smell it, he could pratically taste it upon his lips as he lay in something cold and sticky, slowly pushing himself up as he looked around. His head was hammering like a drum and he groaned, placing a bloodied hand to his face, smearing it across his cheek as he tried to rub to clear his vision a little, blinking at the sight around him. His heart nearly stopped as dead as Marcus was.

At least... it certainly looked to be Marcus. There was little to tell from what was there. His body was in front of him, long hair seemingly the easiest indicator of where his face had been. The face itself had been nearly ripped apart, the jaw torn from the body and tossed upon the ground. There were fang marks all over his body in several areas from where he had been bitten, the pattern all too familiar to the slave boy. It was the same one that he left upon creatures... though he had never made them in such massive quantities. Though from the looks of them they looked violent, like Marcus had been struggling when it had happened. The slave had been so very angry...

But whatever cold anger still remained drained away as he noticed there was another lump next to the remains of Marcus, much smaller, and killed in a far more tidy fashion. The dark hair gave it away, there was no one else that it could have been, and even before he touched her, he knew that she was dead.

"No." he breathed out.

Moving, he tried to stand and slipped in the pile of blood on the cool stone floor, forcing himself to crawl towards her lifeless form, touching the cold hands that were cooler than the stone beneath him. The boy quickly scooped up her form and cradled it against his chest, brushing the dark hair from her eyes to see if they might be open. They were half lidded, but unfocused, the gloss of death on them unmistakeable. The slave boy could feel himself shaking even as the first choked sob came from him as he pulled her close to him and gripped her tight, buring his face into her neck.

The sound that came out of him was unintelligeable, but unmistakeable to any who had heard such a thing before. It started off low in his chest, a dull whine that grew into a horrific wail that echoed throughout the large mansion that her father lived in. It did not stop until the breath had escaped his lungs and left him gasping for more of it, but as soon as his body had oxygen again it errupted from him again, and again. Blood tears stained her skin as he rocked with her there on the ground, his mind disjointing from the reality of the situation. This was all a dream, it had to be a horrific terrible dream, this couldn't be real, this couldn't be happening.

"Gods above... he's killed them all!" a voice cried behind him. "GUARDS!"

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poeticmisery
2010-10-09 12:20 am UTC (link)

But the slave boy did not stop rocking, or wailing, he did not care, it would not matter what his fate was, he only hoped that it would be quick, that Hades was merciful when he claimed him...

What claimed him instead was a blur of darkness that tore Mari from his arms. Shock and anger caused him to cry in surprise and gasp for breath as he tried to reach out for her, to hold her against him again. Was it true that the very gods would not let him hold her in his arms until the end... that he would not see her waiting for him on the other side? Or was this tartarus itself? To suffer through the feeling of her being torn from him, to feel empty, alone, and cold for all eternity with no recourse?

Coldness enveloped him, but it was not the chill of the night air but rather the cold of water splashing against him. He could feel his body flailing about in it as he strugled to get above the waves and gasp in a breath. But Hades was waiting for him there. He could see the grim face staring at him as he came above the water, single eye staring at him with the maddening stillness that the slave boy had only ever stared at other's with. After a moment of flailing Hades grabbed him by the hair and pulled him from the waters.

Pain screamed into him, and yet, there was only one thing he could think of. "Please, Lord Hades... let me see her once more... I did not mean to kill her... I love her so... I... I..."

Hades stopped him by grabbing his lower jaw and roughly forcing his teeth apart. Then with a swift motion he leaned in and smelled sticking his nose between his teeth to inhale deeply, closing his single eye as he shook his head for a moment and then tossed the boy upon the dark sand. Slowly he emerged from the water himself, towering over the boy who looked at him with crystal blue questioning eyes. "My name is Balthazar, not Hades, welp. Though I am no less deadly." There was little pride in those words, it was merely as if the other creature was simply stating a fact.

"And you did not kill your beloved. You were meant to look as the killer, and be killed yourself, I would guess. It was your nature that saved you from an easy death, and instead delivered you unto me. What is your name, boy?"

The slave blinked, and slowly wrote the symbol for his name out on the sand.

"D." Balthazar said flatly, pronouncing it differently than anyone else D had ever heard pronounce it. There was something simpler about it though, that he liked, and so he decided to stick with that designation. It was a brief happiness until the agony of what had just happened finally caught up with him. He could feel hot crimson tears starting to burn their way down his cheeks.

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poeticmisery
2010-10-09 12:20 am UTC (link)

"You and I share a similar lineage, boy. And that means you will have a talent similar to my own. The talent to hunt down those who took your love from you... Vampires." Another word D had never heard before. "They are the ones who killed everyone there... who tried to kill you. They are who you were born to hunt, born to destroy. They are monsters, without soul or redemption. But they are not something that the weak can fight, that the weak can hunt. If you agree to come with me, you must shed your weakness... you must sacrifice your humanity, to do what must be done. Will you join me?"

"My God... did you hear about mermaid that totally freaked? I hear that Hottie Grayson totally mauled her for it. This school gets fucking weirder every year that I go to it..."

Desmond blinked a little as he caught the bit of conversation just as he was heading into one of his classes. Desmond blinked as he processed what was said almost instantly, and felt a cold chill creeping over his body as he made his way through the halls to find a place that was devoid of sunlight so that he could breathe in slowly to test the air. He could smell Raina's blood on the wind, and it caused a slow growl to errupt from his throat. Grayson. Desmond would definitely be paying Mr. Grayson a visit later... but the first, and most important thing was Raina. He'd been keeping his distance from her for the past few weeks, but he knew that he couldn't avoid her forever...

And if she was hurt...

Swearing ancient curses under his breath he pushed his way out of the doors of the school, leaping down the stairs in a way that made the people around him blink and stare as he took off running towards the dormitories, but he didn't care. Raina was most likely there, if she was anywhere, she'd been spending a lot of time in that place, and so he would either find her there, or he would at least find the darkness in order to be able to track her better. For Grayson's sake, he sincerely hoped that she was relatively unharmed. Desmond was not in the best of moods lately, especially this time of year. It was, after all, only a few weeks until....

Shaking his head, he forced himself to think of other things as he entered her dorm room. As soon as he was out of the sunlight he could smell her right away. The aroma was slightly different now that he had claimed her innocence for himself, but it was as clear as day. Desmond sprinted up the stairwell rather easily until he got to her floor, making his way to her dorm room, pausing. Inside he heard something slamming against something else, and not thinking about it, he tried the door handle, which was unlocked, making his way inside, looking at her.

"Are you alright?" Desmond asked evenly, looking at her.

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raina_maris
2010-10-09 03:10 am UTC (link)

Slender fingers trembled as dark colored eyes stared at the blood that was thickening against her skin, drying. But as she stared, she started to wonder if it was her fingers that shook or if it was the rest of her body. She couldn't be sure because nothing stayed still. Nothing remained in the same spot for any amount of time and that included her. Her hand pressed against the white painted wall, leaving a streak of dried blood that caught her attention. It was stark and aggressive against the bare walls, and it seemed to tease her relentlessly. It was like a mark against purity, the burning A that hung on a young woman's dress that proclaimed her different. The heart that beat recklessly in her chest was that of a bird, desperate and fluttering, begging for a release and it pounds itself bloody against the bars of it's cage. Staring at the marks on the wall, she let her eyes slowly trail down, first across her knuckles, then sliding over the wrist. Her skin was stained with the dark blood, and she knew it was her own.

As she focused on the place she'd felt the wolf's teeth press into her flesh, it was the healing marks that had her enthralled. Just moments ago it had been torn open as she was tossed by an impossibly strong jaw and now there were just thin white marks that had once been filled with blood. Now it just smeared over those scars and she wondered if they would heal too. But there was more than the healed wound that had her attention. Looking past those marks, she noticed the shape of her arm. With a slightly less clouded mind, she could tell that it had, in fact, been broken when the wolf had snapped at her. She could just barely remember the sound of a snap when it happened. First the desire for blood had been so thick that she hadn't truly noticed the pain. Then came the fear as she looked at the large, menacing creature growling at her, licking bloodied jaws. Without knowing if he wanted her or not, she had run. The adrenaline, then the feeding on her own blood once in the room, had distracted her enough but now it was clear.

Not only had it been broken, but it had healed--just like her bite marks. Seeing as it had healed without being set, it was at a slightly awkward angle. Would she have to deal with it like that forever? Would it stay that way? She ran her fingers slowly over her arm. There were too many questions but a stark lack of answers.

Frustrated, she clawed at the mark her blood had left on the wall and tried to crawl towards the bed. If she could just get under the covers, if she could just forget about this happening, and ignore that thing inside of her that refused to let her free, maybe then she could breathe again without the pounding of blood in her ears. She stumbled like a newborn calf to her feet, streams of tears drying on her cheeks. Maybe she needed to get away. But where would she go? She had been pushed away from her parents and told not to come back. The last part was a recent event that, until now, she hadn't want to think about. It was shortly before her night in the woods when she attempted to make peace with her parents.

But peace would not be given.

It was slapped out of her hands, refused, and the door slammed on her face as her mother informed her she did not want her to come back. Was it still grief talking? Raina had wondered. How would she ever know? Would her parents ever forgive her for what happened? As she took a step towards the bed, cradling her broken arm against her chest, she caught a glimpse of someone she did not recognize. The creature was pale, eyes dark and wild. There was a red thickness smeared along it's mouth. Raina stared for a moment, wondering when anyone would have come into her room, and what she would say to this seemingly vicious stranger. Does she invite her in? Does she run screaming? When she was leaning towards the second option, it was then Raina realized she was staring at.. herself.

The made her blood run cold.

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raina_maris
2010-10-09 03:11 am UTC (link)

Eyes widened as she took a few tentative steps towards the mirror. Her unharmed arm stretched out to touch the reflection that stared back at her. Once her fingertips hit the glass, she brought them back to touch the blood that was drying on her face. It hit her hard when her body trembled. Her stomach tightened so hard that she felt like she would be sick. A pathetic whimper crossed her lips as she wiped, one handed, at the blood. She needed to get it off. She had to. It covered her but no matter how much she wiped, it only smeared. The harder she wiped, the more raw her skin became. She let out another cry when she realized new blood welled. The fear that filled her and pumped through her veins mixed with the craving for warm blood until, so confused, Raina reached for the mirror, pulled it down from the wall and tossed it angrily. When it hit the door and shattered into a million pieces, she stumbled backwards. Completely out of breath, she fell to the ground and let out a sob.

Raina hadn't known anyone was there. She hadn't even noticed the door opening, or the large form that filled the door way. It wasn't until she heard the voice that really shook her. Eyes raised to those soulful baby blues and her breath stopped. It knotted in her throat and everything ran cold. She stilled and blinked slowly. Flashes of that night played in her brain like a picture show. One frame he was kissing her. The next his hands were grabbing at her body. Then he had her against the forest floor, body penetrating hers. Her lips parted and the gasp she let out would have been no different than the one that took her if he had been touching her. She could feel his hands on her body, cupping every inch of her. She pictured him stripping from his dark clothes, letting them drop to the ground. Then he'd come to her and tear her dress from her body in one swoop. She could already taste his kiss and feel his mouth as it glided along her skin until his very well proportioned appendage was thrust inside of her again.

Just thinking about it had her body filling with heat, the tender spot between her legs moistening with excitement. A heated buzz rose like that same snake that had taken control of her that night in the woods. It felt like it had been centuries. "Desmond." She whispered his name, desire thick on her tongue. He'd finally come to her. He was back. She'd been losing hold of herself over these past weeks and was sure she couldn't bear his absence any longer. "You tortured me by staying away." She carefully rose to her feet. Words were becoming lost on her. Moreso than she wanted to even admit. "But you're here now." Stepping in towards him, Raina took her second step as more of a leap to get a hold of him. The pain from her arm was muted, forgotten, as a second feeling bubbled to the surface.

She'd had his body, and she'd had his blood. The thought of having it again, having what she so desired, it had her attempting to break through the skin. His blood was right here, and she needed to taste it again. She needed the burn. It made her crazy, wild.

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poeticmisery
2010-10-10 05:37 am UTC (link)

D could feel the hatred inside of him burning at his skin, making him sweat, making every little thing that once would have been only noticed feel like nails on a chalkboard, shredding away at his dignity, his concentration, everything that was right with the world. Each little motion caused his eye to twitch, and he could take them all in now. The spider slinking across the wall, those god damnable birds that were constantly outside, chirping chirping, or making that sound of ruffling their feathers over and over again. The stank in the air of this hellhole that he'd been trapped in. He could feel it all building inside of him, welling deeper and deeper until it made him want to hate everything that the world was. Every tiny aspect of it he wanted to destroy, but most of all, he had one thing that he wanted to do more than anything....

... he wanted to kill.

"You've held it in for impressively long." Balthazar commented idly. In the short time that D had known him, he had known that Balthazar did not give comments lightly, or most often, at all. Had the young dhampir been in control of his senses he would have felt more of a sense of pride from the words. Now they just seemed empty, hollow, and far too loud, even though he knew that it was the volume with which Balthazar usually spoke. It was just this... test... whatever it was that Balthazar was doing to him that was making him like this. It was the lack of his ability to hunt ever, to having been stuck in this cell that was causing him to feel this way. Meanwhile Balthazar would often leave and come back smelling of sweet, wonderful animal blood.

"But it will not last, boy." Balthazar continued. "Eventually you will break, and you will experience the other side of yourself. You need to know what that other part of yourself feels like in order to control it. For until you truly face the darkness inside of yourself you remain vulnerable to it taking over your mind, and your body." Balthazar paused, and shook his head. "That, and you need to accept it as part of you. Though regrettable, no one keeps their monster locked inside of themself forever. Even without this test, you will eventually encounter it, at the worst possible time, and the consequences of it are something that you will have to live with forever."

"I am truly sorry for that." Balthazar said as he sighed, and shook his head as he left the boy, trembling and on the ground.

Desmond watched as the mirror shattered against the wall, looking at Raina, a mere shred of who she once had been. It was, Desmond realized with a saddened sigh, a rather pitiful sight to behold. While not nearly as bad as some of the tragic things he had seen, she looked so slovenly that she might have been a beggar from another time and place, where poverty was so constrictive that most would shudder to even imagine it. He could smell her blood now, thick on the air, and was somewhat saddened as well to realize that it did not hold the power over him that it once had. There had been so very much that had been robbed from her that night, Desmond just hoped that her sanity was not one of those things.

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poeticmisery
2010-10-10 05:37 am UTC (link)

As he spoke she looked up, like a frightened animal at first, and then altogether something different. An animal in heat. He had been afraid that this might have happened with Beth when she had drank his blood, but perhaps because it had burned off in her system when it had healed her, or perhaps for another reason altogether it had not affected her nearly as badly as it had Raina. Another possibility was the difference in species. Desmond had not made a habit of allowing others to drink his blood over the years, it's affects on anyone other than humans was... unknown at best. But what was clear was that it was affecting her now, causing her to remember everything that had happened when she had taken it for the first time.

Desmond knew what would come next, and he sighed softly. "Please do not." he said, even knowing that his words would fall on deaf ears. She came, and it was not to give him a hug, or to kiss him, she wanted his blood, he could feel her heart racing faster with each inch that she got closer to him. As she leapt for his body, he closed his eyes and then effortlessly caught her by the throat, looking at her as she dangled, her body so desperate to get his blood in her system that she could hardly think of anything else.

"I am dissapointed in you, Raina." Desmond said softly, and then with a fluid motion threw her through the air on top of her bed. Desmond's body blurred and suddenly she would find him straddling her chest, looking down at her with saddened eyes as he restrained her wrists above her head. "You did not understand what I tried to tell you the last time we talked, but I did not have the stomach to correct you then. I was not insinuating that I violated you, Raina. I was insinuating that you.... violated... me. Only now have you started to grasp what it is that the blood can do to your body. Only now are you faced with the fact that you would likely do anything, sell yourself, just to get another taste of my blood."

"Are you happy now?" Desmond said softly as he finally stood up off of her and moved away from her. "Control yourself. Or the next time I will not be so gentle with you." he warned lightly as he looked at her from across the room and folded his arms over his chest.

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raina_maris
2010-10-10 06:12 am UTC (link)

Just having him pressed against her body was enough to make her back arch. The way his hands tightened on her wrists reminded her more of that night in the woods then the sharp sting of his grasp. There was a part of herself in her brain that screamed at herself to stop. It was like being completely unable to control your own body. She wondered where the strings were that pulled at the Raina shaped marionette. And what cruel captor was making her move? But the darker side had her body trembling, fire burning through every inch of her with the most incredible rush of ecstasy she could ever imagine. It was like an ancient sin that had been dug up millions of years after it's origination. Pandora's box was opened and she could feel the darkness that came out of it.

Hissing when he moved, she pushed herself back until she hit the wall against the side of her bed and couldn't go back any farther. "Disappointed in me?" Wild eyes darted at him and as much as she wanted to be angry, the desire was so much stronger. It took almost all of her strength not to let herself rush over to him again. "You've been gone for weeks! You tell me to control myself but HOW am I supposed to do that?" She was trying to hold herself still for so long, and she was shaking so hard in that stiff stance that it was starting to hurt--and finally that pain was helping calm her. Even if it was only a little bit, it was better than nothing at all.

"I don't know how," she finally cried, closing her eyes and forcing herself to look away. "I didn't want to hurt you." She admitted, feeling the burning on her face again. Knowing he was so close to her had another heat surging through her body in waves. One minute it was shallow and she could breathe, and the next it had splashed over her head. "I can't.. sleep, I can't eat. I can't think." She shook her head but tried not to look at him. It was worse when she looked at him. That need just magnified tenfold. "I had no idea.."

The confession came from a small voice, a voice that was very much Raina even though it was thick and heavy with all the other things. Including that possessive need to take his blood, to swallow the sting and let it fill her the way it had. "You were right. I never could have understood this. And I'd be stupid to say what I feel is the same thing you feel all the time." She pulled her legs up to her chest, and even that simple move was too much. She had to swallow the almost-orgasm she felt from the way her clothes moved against her body. Knowing he was so close just made that sensation even stronger. Wrapping her unbroken arm over her legs, she held them as close to her chest as she could, taking up as small a space as she could manage. Her broken arm however (which she was realizing would need to be re-broken and set) rest on the pillow beside her.

Her head shook rapidly back and forth, "I can't make it stop. I can't make it lessen." She sounded almost panicked about that. When she wasn't in that moment, she could manage to speak clearly. "I almost.." But Raina stopped there. How do you admit that you planned on attacking your teacher for a taste a blood? Then again, if there was ANYONE in the world she could admit something like that to, it would be Desmond. "I couldn't think past it. It was like taking a back seat in my own head. I thought his blood would like, tide me over." Her eyes closed with the embarrassment.

The next was the hardest part, because it was the complete opposite of what she wanted, but level headed Raina (who was mostly not around) actually cared about him. "You can leave if you want," she whispered. "I know you don't want to be here, not after what I did to you. Just.. just know.. hurting you wasn't my intention, though it doesn't change that it did." She sniffled and reached up to wipe at her face. The drying blood on her face made her want to shower but she was horribly afraid of getting under the watery currents right now. There were so few activities she could partake in that didn't leave her completely exhausted.

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poeticmisery
2010-10-12 04:47 am UTC (link)

"You learn. As I learned." Desmond growled out in answer to her comment about him being gone for weeks, and asking him how exactly she was supposed to learn. "Or were you instead expecting me to hold your hand through the intricacies of vampire blood addiction after you had used it to violate me the previous night?" There was an edge to his voice that he didn't mean to be there, but really the nerve of her was somewhat amazing. She had experienced his own horrific needs and yet she didn't seem to have a single clue as to how it was that he could have been manipulated using the same thing? That her body near him would actually cause a myriad array of emotions that he couldn't actually seem to control?

No, it was the beast inside of her talking, he realized as she calmed down, and started to apologize for the way that she had behaved. Desmond frowned as he watched her, watching the way that her arm was held at an odd angle. It was odd that it had healed the way that it had, but again, he did not know the effects that vampire blood might have upon a mermaid. There were just too many variables that he couldn't put into the equation. Still, it saddened him to see her like this, saddened him to know that she was hurting and there was not a lot he could do about it. He just didn't know why it was that she was still being effected by the blood, why it hadn't burned it's way out of her system the way that it had Beth.

...unless...

It made sense logically, in any case. The question was whether or not it would actually work. Desmond supposed that the cure would be no worse than the disease. Normally he would have told her that they could simply sweat it out... now he was not that sure. She offered to let him leave, and he paused, and instead slowly reached down to peel off his shirt to reveal those pale abdominal muscles that she had seen the night before, knowing there would be hunger in her eyes when she looked at him again, and the willingness to cede to what it was that he wanted. He would be counting on that because like it or not... things were about to get very... bloody.

"I want to give you what it is you want..." he said, smiling a little at her as he started to undo his pants, looking at her with heated blue eyes. "My blood... and more..." he said, slowly starting to undo the front of his jeans, raising an eyebrow at her. "But on my terms. Take off all of your clothes raina... go step in the shower and turn it on, and wait for me..." He said, offering her a little smile, knowing that her want for him would make her obey, even if she thought it might be a bad idea. The lure of blood would be too much for her. In a twisted way he felt some satisfaction in knowing that she would know exactly how easily the lure of blood could influence her.... in another way he felt bad putting anyone through that.

He waited until she was out of the room before leaning down to pick up a shard of glass... this next part would be... messy.

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raina_maris
2010-10-12 04:42 pm UTC (link)

There was something almost arcane inside of her that was screaming so loudly that sometimes it was hard to hear anything at all. And when it wasn't screaming, it was like a growl. She remembered being young, when he parents would take her to the zoo. The zoo had always made her feel so sad. She wondered what happened when the animals were taken out of the wild. Were they separated from their family? Did they have a brother or sister out in the world somewhere that was missing them? Were they parents who had children? Were they in love with another animal they would never get to see again. As she was growing up, she was constantly told that they were just animals and animals didn't know love. They reacted to situations and just took what they wanted. They knew how to do what they were supposed to as stalking, killing predators.

But that didn't stop her from feeling a bit of sadness when she stood in front of the cages. Especially the tiger cages. She would watch those magnificent creatures pace back and forth in front of the bars and she'd listen to them growling at the passing observers. It was that same growling she could hear in the back of her head. It was this craving for all things Desmond. She wanted his body, his blood.. but there was a part of her, a rather large part, that had nothing to do with that predator. And that part wanted to lay against his chest with her eyes closed and listen to him read poetry. That part wanted to sit out by the pond where they had first met and talk for hours, laying back in the grass and watching the sky change colors until they were surrounded in darkness, shadows and stars.

That part of her was completely shut out when she noticed the movement of his hands, long fingers seemed to effortlessly pluck his shirt off. Her eyes focused slowly on the lines of his stomach and how seemingly smooth his alabaster skin would be. Her fingers tightened, painfully, nails digging into her palms. Her lips parted and her breath came out in an almost near painful stagger. Every part of her body came to life like it never had before, breathing deeper, seeing sharper. "Des--" she whispered his name, breathing it was a mix of a plea and a promise. A promise of what? She couldn't be sure. She swallowed once, hard, gulping down the lump in her throat.

She almost didn't hear his words, wanting to give her what she wanted. She was too focused on how he worked on the front of his jeans. There was a slight tremble to her body, that only stopped when she realized it was the struggle to keep the new, darker aspect of herself from running loose. But his offer of blood was too much and she was blind sided with the force of that desire. The pacing tiger was released from the cage and it had her moving forward until she was stalking towards him. It was lucky they were in this private room, for she was certain there was no chance she would have kept herself civil if they had been in public when this conversation took place. Nothing else mattered but having him, and it was a deadly conversation. The addiction made her want his blood; the lust, his body. But it was her heart that wanted everything else--and when the addiction was rising up, it seemed to put a curtain around her heart. The frightening realization was that she would literally do anything he asked her to right now.

Something strong had a hold of her, and it was that something that made her move when he told her to take off her clothes and wait in the shower. It seemed to be a real beast that roared inside of her. Wait? That was something she certainly didn't want to do. But he had told her to, not asked, so she did. There was no hesitation to be had, whereas she normally would have done so at least a little. Slipping her clothing to the floor, she walked into the bathroom and turned the water on. She didn't even check the temperature before she stepped in behind the curtain. The hot droplets streamed on her feet, making her skin slightly redden. The spray from the stream hit other parts of her body and it made everything inside of her tingle with desire.

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raina_maris
2010-10-12 04:49 pm UTC (link)

Steam rose from around her, thickening the air. She could feel it shift slightly when he walked into the room. Only seeing his outline against the shower curtain, a devious smirk crossed her lips. "You make me wait too long." Reaching her fingers out, she traced an outline on the slick shower curtain. He was all she'd wanted, more than she had expected.

The heat curled around her body but the water didn't have the normal effect on her body that it usually did. Desmond was so close and it was he that she really wanted, that the lust was desperate for. Whatever made Raina the complex little mermaid who tried not to show her weaknesses was hidden so deeply underneath the rest of the darkness that it didn't seem to matter. For years, she walked around like no one could touch her, like nothing could hurt her. She pretended that if she put on that strong face, no one would see past the facade. In fact, she prayed no one did. That had all changed when she met Desmond. There was something refreshing about him, like the feeling she would get when she visited a new place. His body, of course, was desirable. She may have been a virgin back then, but she knew dirty thoughts. And she'd had them since the moment she'd met him. Though dirty didn't seem the right word for it. That seemed too--well, dirty. Instead, she dreamed of making love to him. She imagined his hands on her, holding her, kissing her.

It was the first time she wanted to be enough for someone else. And now, even though that part of her was buried, it tried to scream. It tried to force her to hold on and take control of herself, like he had said. She didn't want to use him (at least that side of her didn't). But the lust didn't care, and it was the only thing that fueled her at the moment.

She wasn't strong enough for anything else.

There was a hesitation (or maybe the rolling beast was just terribly impatient). "Desmond? I'm ready for you."

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poeticmisery
2010-10-15 03:57 am UTC (link)

He watched her cautiously, waiting on the off chance that she might decide that it would be better to try her hand again at stealing his blood from him. She wouldn't be able to do that of course, but there was no telling if she knew that or not. The blood would work to make fantasies come true, but what was it that was in Raina's deepest heart he was not yet sure of. Or even if the blood was not starting to wear off, albeit slowly, of it's own accord. He really could not take a chance, for her sake though. The way that her voice sounded, the way everything that her body did told him that she was frayed like the ends of an ancient tapestry, that fragile sanity starting to show it's strain. It was not easy for many to become vampires... and often those who tried found themselves driven mad from the attempts at it. He would make sure that Raina was not one of them.

He could hear each piece of clothing as it hit the floor, the sound of each piece of fabrics whisper like sand paper as it hit the ground, tempting his own body as he remembered the night that the two of them shared together, the way that their bodies moved. It would be fairly easy to take what he wanted from her now... she would do anything for it... she would be the most eager lover that he had ever known in order to get his blood if he so demanded it of her, he knew that much. But it would also be so very wrong to treat her that way... to just treat her like some thing instead of like the lovely woman that she was, the lady that she deserved to be treated like.

Desmond raised a brow as he heard her taunting him, however, and winced a little at how eager it was that she sounded. He could feel his heart beat a little quicker at how she reacted to just his silloutte. The soft sound of her fingertips tracing the curtain not escaping him despite the river like roar of the water around her. Desmond gripped the shard of glass in his hand as he took a slow breath. He just needed to concentrate on what he was doing, and not loose focus of himself. If the beast took over it would be the end for Raina... he knew that much was certain. It would be okay, however, he would have the strength to do this, to do what must be done in order to protect her.

Slowly he pulled back the curtain, his one arm behind him as he looked at her. If his long thick manhood had not been rock solid before, the visage of her standing there wanting him made it so. She would see him walk up to her like a predator, swallowing a little as he looked at her body. Slowly his free hand reached up to touch her breast, feeling it for the first time really without being under the influence of his dark inner self. And yet at the same time he could feel it clawing at the back of his mind. He had to focus to do what must be done. Stepping into the water with her, he smiled a little, and swallowed, stroking her face gently as he stared into her eyes.

"I'm sorry Raina..." He said lightly, and then he closed his eyes. She would feel her wrists suddenly pulled by invisible hands that tugged her to stand up straight on her tip toes, his hand sliding down her stomach slightly before it reached to her knees, pulling her thighs apart as he looked at her, taking the shard of glass from his hand, and slowly he pressed it to her flesh, pressing in hard enough to slice slowly up across her thigh, severing the femoral artery neatly on one leg. Then in a quick motion he sliced the other artery on the other side. He dropped the glass outside of the bathtub as he quickly came up to try to wash the blood off of his hands.

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poeticmisery
2010-10-15 03:57 am UTC (link)

She would see him shaking as he leaned his head into her neck slightly as he looked at her. He could feel her bleeding, and the smell of the blood in the warm water was intoxicating in a way that he knew it would be, but he had not counted on how strong it was. But then, he hadn't been sure how to keep her heart pumping the blood out of it...

Without much warning he leaned in to kiss her, still suspending her arms above her head with his mind as he grabbed her bloody thighs and pulled them up as he spread them apart, his cock finding the proper position without missing a beat, and he growled a little as he forced it inside of her. Ironically though it was not the beast that was taking ahold of him he was actually rougher with her this time. The sudden gripping of her walls around him was like heaven and yet a part of him couldn't help but shudder in the disgust of it all. This was not right... and yet it was necessary. He needed to claim her, or else he was going to lose himself to the monster inside of him...

But did forcing himself on her like this not make him a monster in itself? Desmond didn't not know, all he knew was that he could feel the darkness inside of him ebating as he roughly slammed his hips up to force himself all the way inside of her, feeling the heat of her blood gushing against his waist as he pulled out and slammed back in again...

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raina_maris
2010-10-15 04:54 am UTC (link)

The anticipation made her more crazy then the desire had. At least she would probably swear that in the moment that she waited for him, knowing he was just inches away from her, separated by only a flimsy piece of material. Her body tingled with the desire and she wanted to reach through the curtain. She wanted him to drop them both to the ground so she could climb on top of his body and feeling his skin against her. She remembered exactly how it felt that night, but the memory just wasn't good enough. The lust was white hot and if she couldn't feel him soon, she was sure she would lose her mind completely.

She whispered his name, feeling her knees tremble from the prolonged touch of the water. Trying to swallow past that knot in her throat, Raina could only think that the shower didn't give her the feeling that she knew Desmond would. It was an animal that came to life when he pulled back the curtain. It was that same beast that made her want to look down at his erection first, but instead she managed to fight for a millisecond. Just one. So she could look in his eyes. If she had had longer, and if she had been in her own mind, there was a chance that she could have known what the gaze in his eyes said. Now though, it was lost as she stared at his impressive size and immediately bit down on her bottom lip. She literally felt like a creature when she realized her mouth was practically watering for him, for this.

Her lips parted, however, when his hand pressed to her breast. The sensation of his touch that she had been craving for so long made her hang her head back, banging it a little against the tile wall. The moan she gave for him was only for him, though there wasn't a single part of her that really thought about whether anyone else heard her. Two weeks felt like centuries and he was finally here, finally touching her. Her small, pink tongue ran across her full lips as she felt him moving, finally joining her under the water currents. And as he stroked her face, a part of her stilled. What was it about him? How could he make her feel all of these things from the moment they met until now? And who was she to question any of it. She met his gaze and moved her fingers to gently run over his bottom lip. "I'm yours, Des. I want you to have me."

Sorry? Before she had a chance to even question (if she would have questioned), she felt her arms raise. It didn't even strike her as odd right away. Instead, she let her neck hang back enough to look up. Intellectually, she could tell that nothing visible held her arms in place, but the feeling of his hand sliding down her stomach and then pressing against her thighs kept her from wondering about it at all. "Touch me," she purred, desperate and wanting. And she wouldn't notice the glass until it was pressed against her thigh, slicing into skin. The pain was instant and sharp. It bit like a cold wind in the middle of winter. She let out a cry that was wasn't as much about being in pain as... liking it. She said his name as she threw her hand back again, but wasn't sure what she wanted to say to him. Instead, with her body stretched out in front of him, she waited as the second slice came. The blood felt thicker on her legs. The exhilarating rush had her body shaking. She didn't even hear the sound of the glass breaking as it landed outside of the shower. Nothing aside from the two of them existed in her mind. They could have been in the middle of the universe or the middle of a busy campus and it wouldn't have made a difference to her.

She knew she was bleeding. And she knew, somewhere, that it wasn't just a sexual experience. She also knew that look on Desmond's face, and that feeling euphoric probably wasn't the emotion this should be evoking, but it was definitely not something she could control. Lord only knows what she would have said if he hadn't pressed his lips to hers. The taste of his mouth made that explosion shake every part of her. She moaned again, this time into his mouth as she kissed him with the ferocity that she really wanted to use on his body. He moved her legs and she curled them instinctively around his waist.

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raina_maris
2010-10-15 04:55 am UTC (link)

She could feel him pressing between her legs and there was a beat before he pushed inside of her that she knew this would be all she'd ever need. His initial thrust had her breaking the kiss to let out a cry that was definitely more animal than she'd been before.

"Yes." It was only the second time she'd felt him inside of her and he was impressive enough that even if it was her fiftieth, she would most likely have the same reaction. Water dripped down between their bodies as she felt his body jerk. She tried to tug at her hands, desperate to put them on his body, to scratch up that pristine skin until it held the red marks of the passion that was shooting through her so freely. Her whole body gave a jerk as he slammed inside again. Her toes curled and, while she continued to tug at her wrists and their invisible binds, she went back to kissing him, first biting his bottom lip and tugging lightly. Then harder.

The blood that pooled in the tub around them, and the accompanying weakness she started to feel was just an afterthought. She'd wanted Desmond for far to long to stop any of this. But she definitely could tell something was changing. In her lust, and the heat of the moment, she couldn't put the two things together. She hadn't even let her mind focus on the fact that he'd actually cut her thighs. None of it seemed to matter. Her heart raced almost as wildly as her thoughts, which didn't even make sense if she managed to think upon one.

The only real thing she could concentrate on was the way he felt buried deep inside of her body.. and the sweet scent of blood in the air.

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