Charlie Burghard (charlieburghard) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-05-26 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie, shizuka |
Tuesday: 11/13/07
Who: Charlie and Shizuka
When: Tuesday night (into early Wednesday morning)
Where: in the dream world
What: Shizuka takes a walk through one of Charlie's dreams and hopefully learns a very valuable lesson... if she survives it!
Rating: a strong R for violence and language and some sex
To an outside observer, particularly someone who didn't know Charlie, the scene in the bar might have looked like a horror movie. There was Charlie, his pants half down, his shirt ripped open, his own blood streaming down his neck, and from his lips the blood of the woman he had pressed up against the wall. His fangs were stained like someone who'd had far too much red wine to drink. Instead, he was drunk off the blood of his sire. As much as he hated her, her taste was intoxicating, and he found himself drawn back to her again and again. Part of him wanted to kill her, another part wanted to fuck her. He was accomplishing one of the two right now, pounding her back violently into the wall while mortified patrons fled the filthy bar, the bartender himself just smirked though and continued cleaning glasses. He'd seen this sort of shit before.
"I fuckin' hate you!" Charlie growled at Val just before their teeth clashed with one another during a battle between their tongues. "Grow up and get me off already," she snapped back. Charlie sunk his fangs into her neck again and drove his cock into her even harder. She may have been a vampire, but she still bruised, and he planned on marking her up beyond recognition. As he fed from her jugular, Charlie's hand came up to begin strangling her at the same time. He wanted to drain the life out of her, because if she was dead, she'd be out of his life forever. The temptation would be gone.
But Val was strong, and she reached up to slash at Charlie's face with her long nails. "Bitch!" he howled, shoving off her before grabbing hold of her hair and dragging her away from the wall. She was struggling, trashing on the scuffed wooden floor, so he turned to kick her. Charlie had never been violent toward a woman before in his life, but this was the woman who had ruined his life. She deserved pain, and she needed to die.
As he crossed the threshold and entered the crisp night air, the moon shined down on him, making the blood that covered him look black. Charlie proceeded to drag her toward an empty field. "This ends tonight," he said in a low, hate-filled voice.
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Shizuka couldn't remember a moon looking so bright at night, not even in the deepest woods... Her eyes were fixed on the moonlight above her coming down upon her with no interruptions or obstacles. She stood at the edge of a field, only a few feet from the bar she had just seen people fleeing from. They had momentarily caught her attention, but then Shizuka found herself looking back up at the sky, completely entranced. She could hear shouting and screaming around her, but it all seemed so... dull... in comparison to the shining of the moon. Maybe it was just her, maybe it was because she rarely stayed awake long enough to see the moon anymore and yet here it looked amazing. It was very easy to be distracted.
The screams and growled from the bar suddenly got louder, along with the accompanying thumps and scuffle inside, and Shizuka turned, ducking around the corner as two figures burst out through the doors. Shizuka saw a muscular figure who held a screaming woman by her hair, his voice dark and filled with a kind of hate Shizuka had literally only dreamt of. She didn't know how to hate as much as this person seemed to, and she wondered if perhaps this was the dream of the poor woman in the field. Shizuka followed, her footsteps making no noise, and as she kept a soft pace behind the two figures, she glanced down to see that she was in a pair of black sneakers, black pants, a black skin-tight vest that showed her stomach and collar off and lacked sleeves, and she had fingerless leather bike gloves on her hands. She had no clue why her subconscious had picked this kind of clothing, but, maybe it was because she was already sensing fear and concern while she stayed here.
The man in front of her scared her, but she knew that if this was this woman's dream, she had to stop him from doing whatever he had planned. Shizuka pushed herself into a sprint, which seemed even faster than normal in this dream, and she skidded to a halt in front of him on the grass, hands clenched into fists in front of her. "Whatever it is you're thinking about doing, don't. You've hurt her enough..."
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Charlie paused when a leather clad woman appeared before him, but he didn't release the blond hair knotted in his left fist. "This isn't your concern," he warned the stranger. "Leave now." Charlie's voice rumbled, but he spoke slowly and evenly. His composure was surprisingly good for what he had in mind. Val started to squirm in his grip again, attempting to free herself. Charlie turned his head slightly to roar at her, "I fucking told you... it ends tonight!"
When he turned back around to see that the stranger remained in front of him, Charlie glared at her. "The bitch has gotta die, and you're not gonna stop me." To make sure his message was clear, he suddenly pulled a handgun from a holster that was strapped around his shoulders and rib cage, aiming it right between the stranger's eyes. "Now move out of my way. I've got a grave to dig."
He walked past her then, still holding the gun, but it was now aimed at the ground as he dragged Val toward a soft section of earth. He released his grip on her hair, and when she tried to get up and run, he shot out her knees, forcing her to fall to the ground. She wept, which was completely uncharacteristic of the actual woman. In reality, Val not only would have put up a stronger fight, but she probably would have laughed at being shot, then done her best to seduce him again. Charlie tucked his gun back into its holster and picked up a shovel to start digging.
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Shizuka furrowed her brow, ready to put up a fight the first time he spoke to her, and she didn't give a crap who this apparition was, she was going to help that screaming woman and at least give her peace so she wouldn't be dreaming of death all night. She was honestly convinced she was watching the nightmare of a woman being killed, not of a man righteously killing, and she wasn't about to let that go. Shizuka's hands tightened into fists a bit tighter, and she wondered what exactly she could do to alter this dream. Was there some way that maybe she could stop him? Make him go away? Sometimes that worked... "You can't hurt her. I don't care what she's done to you, no one deserves to die!" Shizuka protested, but her voice stopped at a gasp when there was suddenly a gun pointed at her face.
"Oh god..." She whispered, gulping quietly, very aware that if that gun went off... she would really be dead. Shizuka was only vaguely aware that she wasn't in her own dream, like usual, but she knew that what happened here happened in her bed. And if she took a bullet to the head... she was done for. Shizuka rose her hands in a gesture to show that she wouldn't harm him, and she gulped again. She didn't move, but when he brushed past her, it took Shizuka a moment to realize the absolute terror that had flashed through her. She suddenly wondered what she'd gotten herself into, what was happening. One thing was for sure, if he buried her, the dream would be over. People couldn't actually dream of being dead without their bodies waking them up for the most part.
Shizuka turned again when she heard gunshots, gritting her teeth and feeling her hands ball back up into fists. This wasn't like the Shizuka everyone else saw in dreams or in real life... this was different. Seeing this woman in danger had woken something up in her, even if for a moment. The moment the gun was in his holster, Shizuka focused and suddenly found herself with a knife in her hand. She crouched down a bit, just enough to get some leverage and she leapt into the air, cutting the leather strap of his holster riht off of him and watching the gun fall to the ground as she tackled him, practically piggybacking him. "Let her go, Goddammit!" The knife fell out of her hands, dropping out of sight and disappearing out of mind, but her hands held his shoulders tightly, her breath panting in his ear as she tried to keep hold of him. "Stop it! Stop trying to hurt people, you monster! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
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The woman may have been aiming for the holster alone, but she managed to leave a shallow gash along Charlie's rib cage. The gun and holster dropped to the ground, but they were quickly replaced by a fucking spider monkey! The woman had wrapped herself around him. Charlie was plenty strong though, even more so in this dream. He was trying to kill his demons in his sleep, and that took a hell of a lot of strength. He grabbed the woman by the arm and ripped her off of his body, holding her in the air, her feet dangling for a moment before he set her on the ground once more. Charlie released her then and held his hand out, "She's the monster," he said as calmly as he could, and as he looked down to Val, her face twisted into a gruesome, demonic state. She bared her fangs to him and hissed, her eyes just slits barely revealing her unnaturally white-blue pupils. "See?" he asked the stranger, pointing to his sire.
Charlie then picked up the shovel once more, and as Val hissed at him again, he swung it around with all his strength and slammed it into the side of her face. All noise ceased from her after that, save for the light thud that came from her body falling limp to the ground. Charlie glared down at her then back up at the stranger, "She should have suffered more. I won't forgive you for taking that right away from me."
He went back to digging the grave then, the vampire he'd just executed quiet at last. She wouldn't be able to tempt him again. Once he buried her, he'd finally be free.
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Shizuka nearly screamed as he practically ripped her right off of him, and for a split-second, she had time to think that she would be dead before she hit the ground. When she was suddenly didn't hit the ground at ninety miles per hour, but was rather let down enough for her to actually see what he was trying to say, she realized what a mistake she made. Glancing down at the woman that she thought she was there to save, Shizuka gave a frightened cry as she realized that the mangled, bloody mess of a woman was a vampire, and she'd be trying to kill the man who was in control of the dream. She couldn't think of how much more stupid she could have been, but she knew that she had completely overstepped her bounds. And she had probably made an enemy, when so often she used to be completely uninvolved.
Maybe it was Zevira's influence on her that made her want to step up and take action now, her talk about how she needed to get out more and do more, but it had certainly backfired miserably here. Shizuka wasn't given the luxury to really think, though, as the heart pounding in her chest told her that she still had every reason to fear the man who had just pummelled the vampire with a shovel to the head. Shizuka gulped again, watching as he began to dig this grave for the woman, trying to think. He terrified her, she knew that's what she was feeling, but she also knew that it was... it was her fault.
Shizuka picked up a shovel that hadn't been there moments before, and she stuck it in the dirt before looking at him for a moment. "I'm sorry." She said, although it wasn't mousy or simpering. It was matter-of-fact, which Shizuka would realize when she woke up was part of some elaborate character she had created for herself. "I'll help you."
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Charlie just wanted this all over and done. He needed Val out of his life for good. She'd destroyed a big part of him, and the only way he'd get that part back was to put her in the ground. At least that was what his sleeping brain seemed to think. Hopefully he'd wake up feeling as though a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. But for the time being, his shoulders and the rest of his upper body were busy trying to dig.
When the stranger sunk a second shovel into the dirt, Charlie paused, looking up at her. "This is my problem, not yours." Instantly, the shovel vanished from her grip, and he resumed digging solo. Charlie didn't want her help. He rejected it just as he did with so many other people in his life. He was good at pushing people away, especially women. It felt as though anyone who got close to him ended up getting hurt. His family... they were a permanent fixture in his life, so he couldn't push them away, even if he felt some of the time that they might be better off without him. But then who would protect them from all the evil in the world? It was Charlie's main focus... keeping them safe.
The hole grew bigger, and soon enough it had enough depth to toss Val inside. Still, it was a shallow grave, but she didn't deserve anything proper. He grabbed hold of her hair again and dragged her into the hole, spitting on her when she was in it. "Burn in Hell, bitch," he grumbled as he picked up the shovel again and started to toss dirt onto her.
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Something about his whole demeanor both scared Shizuka and infuriated her. She hated it when people pushed her away, probably because she'd spent so much of her life being avoided and pushed away herself. The shovel suddenly disappearing didn't shock her; things like that happened all the times when people dreamed. It was the fact that he simply brushed her off and she was watching him dig a grave for a woman that Shizuka couldn't possibly understand. Unfortunately, no matter how strong Shizuka looked or was acting, the simple act of someone shoving her aside like that hurt her, in more ways than she could describe.
She watched as he began to bury the woman, and she crossed her arms over her chest, setting her jaw and calling out to him. "You like making things your personal crusade, don't you?" Sure, she was probably goading him on, but no one ever said Shizuka had to make dreams better for the person. In fact, she could very easily use her abilities to make them worse. She only helped people and enjoyed their dreams because she wanted to, but being pushed away only angered her. She could wake herself up, sure, but there was something about him that frustrated her, and she couldn't describe it. "Do you like pushing people away? I want to know. How does it feel, huh?" She walked over while he kept covering up the body, standing beside him and leaning down so she could try to look him in the eye. "Does it make you men feel strong when you do that?" Maybe it was time for Shizuka to let her own issues out, or maybe it wasn't. Either way, she'd gotten started, and if he didn't stop her, she was going to keep egging him on. Which, she should have already known could be dangerous.
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It was exceptionally dangerous for her to goad him. Charlie had just demonstrated how unstable he was, especially in his dreams. If the woman had entered one of the nightmares he had about slaughtering his family and friends, she likely would have had nightmares of her own for weeks to come. This dream was tame compared to most, and that was the reason he was so often tired, because when he did sleep, he tossed and turned, though typically he woke up every few hours in a panicked state.
It was actually surprising that Charlie managed to keep relatively calm as she continued to harass him. "I like keeping people at a safe distance. You're too close. Back up," he warned, but his voice wasn't so much threatening as it was worried. The energy he'd exerted in fucking and then killing Val, coupled with the fact that he could still taste her blood, and it made him hungry for more, made him nervous that he'd attack the stranger.
He shoveled a few more loads of dirt onto the grave before pausing to breathe and wipe at the blood that was still dripping slowly from Val's fang marks along his neck. The action created a muddy, bloody mess, but he didn't care. Val was dead now. He was satisfied. Two more scoops of dirt joined the mound, before he backed up just a bit and started to beat the pile with the flat back of the shovel. He cursed as he wailed on the earth and the body buried beneath it, before he suddenly spun around and hurled the shovel far away. It made a whipping sound as it cut through the wind. With it gone as well as Val's image, Charlie dropped down to his knees and rested for a moment. He pulled off his mangled shirt then and used it to dab at the bleeding holes in his neck. It wasn't helping, so he let the shirt drop to the ground, finally zipping and buckling his jeans back up. "You should leave," he said in a voice that was soft, "I'm hungry."
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The tone of his voice should have scared her, but Shizuka held her ground, staying close to him up until he began to shovel again. She was terrified in one sense, she could feel her heart beating rapidly, could tell that she was clammy and nervous, but by the other token, she couldn't just sit there and act like he was really scaring her. She hated men like him, who kept pushing people away out of some misplaced sense of strength or danger that they posed to other people. While he had paused and was wiping his neck, she walked closer to him again, her hands tightening in her gloves, making the leather creak slightly. "No, I want to know what the hell it is about men like you. It's like you love watching women get their hearts broken. People like you love to simply make a woman want you, then you throw her away. I know so, so many like you..."
Shizuka trailed off as he went back to shoveling, and she jumped as he began to beat the ground with a ferocity that made her gasp. This was a bad idea. She knew she should leave, especially in this cliche Gothic setting, but she couldn't help but stay. She wanted answers, more for her own selfish reasons. It was hard to want to help people like him when they spent so much time being completely independent and pushing people away. When he finally got his jeans fixed, his shirt off but his body language showing that he was more calm, Shizuka furrowed her brow at his comment.
"I want answers. I'm not afraid of you." She lied, walking around to face him, crouching down in front of him and staring at him defiantly. This was a kind of boldness she never had, and it must have been because her dream was treating all of this as a fantasy of Shizuka's own devising, giving her more choices in action than normal. "You tell me why people like you enjoy stomping on the hearts of people like me. What the fuck makes you tick, huh? Why the fuck should I be scared of you?"
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He could feel his temper slipping away from him. It was getting harder to treat her as nothing more than a pesky fly that would go away eventually. She wouldn't stop hovering and nagging, and now she was accusing him of things that, well, he might be guilty of, but she didn't know him well enough to know that!
Charlie's toxic blood started to boil. It wasn't his fault that women fell in love with him! He was a wreck, and they should know that! He never pretended to have feelings that didn't exist, in fact, he was an outright dick to a good many people. They were the ones with mental problems for hanging around. "What shape of insanity... keeps leading bitches like you back to me?" he paraphrased some of his own lyrics. "Your fucking hero complex is gonna get ya killed. You can't save everyone. I'm beyond saving."
Finally, she pushed things too far when she asked him why she should be scared of him. He'd show her if that's what it took. Charlie's hand darted out with inhuman speed, his fingers clutching her by the throat as he pulled her very close to him. His lips were just a breath away from hers, and his eyes bore into her own. "I told you... I'm hungry," he growled in a feral tone. Charlie held her just far enough away from him then so she could see his razor-like fangs as he hissed slightly. His eyes left hers then, and they narrowed as they locked on a soft, pulsing span of flesh along her neck. She was pretty, and pretty girls always tasted better. Maybe he could feed from her and fuck her at the same time.
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Shizuka furrowed her brow, finally feeling her frustration mount to the point where she really just wanted to smack sense into him. No one else that she ever saw in their dreams seemed to be so steeped into this little bubble of being alone than he did, and she just wanted to rip that damned look off his face while he spat words at her, both of them getting angrier. "I don't have a hero complex, guys like you are just ridiculous and like to give up before the gun's even gone off. I'm so sick of seeing it!"
Shizuka didn't get another word out at all, then, as suddenly his hand was around her neck, squeezing tightly and keeping her tightly against him. She gasped, her mind reeling as she suddenly realized she was going to be in serious trouble. She didn't even comprehend just how absolutely stupid she had been, but her mind and body had already begun to react with the fear. She gasped, her eyes widening and her mouth opening in fear as she saw a pair of fangs and finally understood what she had to fear... He was a vampire. This wasn't like Nate, this was... so different...
She tried to shake her head, but couldn't really move, and she felt her body quiver as she felt his breath on her neck, and she reached a hand up, trying to block him from her neck. "Nonono..." She pleaded, realizing just how stupid she had been, yet she was so caught up she couldn't force herself to wake up.
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Charlie's brain had switched into predator mode. If she'd just left him alone, stopped pushing him, he would have been content to sit beside Val's graveside for a long think about what it meant to finally have his sire out of his life. But no, the leather-clad woman just kept digging... digging her own grave. Talk about stupid. She'd managed to turn off Charlie's humanity and make him into the vicious monster he feared himself to be.
When her hand reached up in a pathetic attempt to bat him away, he wrapped his free hand around her wrist... his other hand tightened its grip around her throat, silencing her pleas. Sometimes he liked when they screamed, but he wasn't really in the mood for it tonight. He just wanted to feel her blood sliding down his throat. The beast inside of him needed such a sacrifice.
He pulled her neck close to his mouth, toying with her at first by licking along the span of flesh. He could smell the blood just under the surface. It was calling to him, and his stomach actually rumbled a bit. He'd not been a vampire long enough to have the talent for clouding his victim's minds with whispered words in the ear, but he still spoke to her. "Scared yet?" Gone was any trace of worry for her safety, his voice was cold, the words calculated. He even wore a smile. His one hand released her wrist, deciding to play with the pretty girl a little more. His fingers dragged down her chest, before he roughly thrust them between her thighs, rubbing her through her pants. "I can make it feel good if you want."
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If there was one thing she could have done at that moment, anything at all, she would have taken it back. She wanted to take it back so much, and she couldn't, and suddenlly she couldn't even breathe as much anymore as his hand tightened. She whimpered, a slight yelp of terror when his hand took hold of her wrist hard enough to leave bruises, and she squirmed, trying to fight him as much as she could. She wanted to apologize, take it back, or at least get away from him, somehow. But there was nothing she could do, she was completely powerless to stop him, and that was perhaps the most terrifying thing of all. This was her realm, and she couldn't stop him from killing her if he wanted to.
She felt the sick sensation of his tongue on her throat, and her lip quivered as she tried to choke back a sob. She could feel the tears starting to prick at her eyes, but she was trying to be strong, to no avail. She could barely breathe, and he wasn't even remorseful. He didn't care, he was going to kill her and she'd walked right into it. When he released her wrist, she brought her hand to his hand at her throat, trying to pull at his wrist, which did absolutely nothing.
Suddenly, his fingers were on her body, making her shiver even more in terror, and then they were between her legs, rubbing at her like she was some toy for him to play with. Her hands went to that wrist instead, trying to pull him away from her but completely unable to. She let out a little sob of fear, but she couldn't seem to get him off of her, and she was truly terrified. "S-Stop..." She managed to breathe, but she already knew he wasn't going to.
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This was exactly the sort of vampire Charlie was afraid of becoming. He often woke up from such nightmares, paler than he should be, panting like he'd just run a marathon, and needing to dart from room to room to make sure his family was safe. He was terrified of himself. Of this part of himself. Charlie was convinced this creature really did exist somewhere deep inside, it was simply waiting for the opportunity to break free and destroy what little bit of humanity remained in him. One day he'd turn into Val... a cold, heartless killer... someone who took pleasure in others' misery.
And right now, he was disgustingly joyous over this stranger's pleading and sobbing. He even laughed a little as she tried to pull his hand from her neck. She was weak though, and he'd never felt stronger or more alive. This was who he was meant to be. He'd finally given in and accepted the curse Val had inflicted upon him.
When the woman struggled with the hand in her lap, he growled into her ear, "Fine.. have it your way... pain without pleasure." Charlie was angry. His toy didn't want to play. So he did what any child or animal did when something ceased to be entertaining, he decided to break it. His fangs sunk into her neck in the blink of an eye, his lips wrapping around the spot, sucking deeply. She tasted divine, and he could feel himself grow stronger as her life poured into him.