Regina Hawthorne (la_roux) wrote in thisdarknight, @ 2016-07-26 08:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: second ward, regina hawthorne |
and i have become the trigger for your gun
Who: Regina Hawthorne.
What: Regina learns the cost of her new life.
Where: The Hawthorne apartment in the 2nd Ward.
When: A few nights following Regina's embrace.
Warnings: Some gore.
Progress: GDoc, complete.
"Uuuuhhh." Her eyes opened groggily as pinpricks of pain flashed across her face; she scrunched her eyes closed, making it worse. Regina opened her eyes, blinking, vision focusing on the dark, messy apartment around her. She was belly-down on the couch, her face half-covered by a hoodie. Something dripped into her right eye, blinding her along with another flash of pain. Disturbed, she leaned up into a sitting position slowly and hesitantly touched her face; her fingers came away red. She blinked again, wiping at her nose, her cheeks, her eyes, feeling a smear all over her skin.
"Fuck." She rose to her Doc Marten'd feet, crossing the livingroom to the bathroom, where flicking on the light cast the space in a sickly yellow-green. She moved to the sink, turning on the tap but stopped as her eyes caught her reflection. The face that stared back at her from the mirror above the sink was her own, cut to ribbons. Three long marks, the middle the longest and widest, slashed across her vision and forced her left eye closed. She wiped at the socket with the ball of her hand, smearing away the blood. It was a dark red against the unexpected paleness of her skin. The increased movement of her arm brought another sharp bite of pain from her shoulder; fingers unzipped her jacket to reveal a red stained tee, which she carefully peeled away from vicious looking bite marks that patterned her skin from the neck down. Regina grimaced as she touched the wounds, the movement on her face pulling out more pain. It was unending, all of it; not enough to prevent her from moving, but enough of a reminder.
Regina swallowed. Every night since that night was the same -- she woke with the same wounds, the same pain, the same inability to forget what had happened. She sucked in a breath, her newly sharpened teeth sinking a touch too deeply into her bottom lip as she focused on the wounds and closed them. What little blood was left to her rushed to the wounds, knitting them into terrible, scarred versions of their former selves. She didn't have enough to close them completely, but at least her shoulder wounds could be covered with clothing. Her already sallow skin grew even more pale, and her stomach began to gnaw at itself. She closed her eyes, leaning forward to touch her forehead to the glass, trying to still her mind. Her nose caught the scent of a coppery tang in the air, and she looked down to see her own blood swirling around the bowl of the sink.
Before she could stop herself, she was wiping and licking up the blood with her fingers, consuming every drop as her body threatened to tear itself apart from hunger. Catching her reflection in the mirror again, she stopped with one hand half-pulled away from her red-stained lips. She didn't recognize the woman staring back at her; the craggy lines across her face were too much of a reminder, too much of a taunt from the man who had given them to her. Bared teeth rammed home the reality of her new station in life, and Regina smashed the glass in one quick, decisive blow. It cracked, the broken glass tinkling into the sink to mix with what was left of her blood. Regina stepped back, her reflection now slashed a thousandfold times over, and turned away. She crumpled, eventually falling onto the toilet seat.
Sitting back on the toilet, she put her head in her hands, only to feel the sticky blood that covered her fingers. Even as she stared at her blood-covered fingers, she could feel her stomach roiling. She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked, unable to stop herself, hot tears streaming from her eyes and doing a better job of cleaning her face.