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i_mature (i_mature) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2008-01-27 15:52:00

Entry tags:

brigitte fitzgerald, cursed treasures, dexter morgan, zz:status complete

Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? [Dexter]
Brigitte remembered the stunningly beautiful face of the blonde vampire girl. The werewolf remembered her strange scent without the ability to make sense of it. It had been a long stand off and then there had been nothing.

Brigitte couldn't remember the last time she saw the light of the sun or stars or how long she'd been out. Just that she'd opened her eyes, sitting on the same park bench, surrounded by an island of grass. Outside that island had been nothingness and she'd been afraid to move, able to make out tiny islands of the shattered city displaced in black space.

Eventually The City slowly began to piece itself together, albeit with noticeably black holes where a shop had once been or where someone's house was built. Brigitte didn't move from her bench. She shivered. She was scared and hungry. Brigitte was scared of her hunger.

And so she didn't move.

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i_fakeit
2008-01-31 03:28 am UTC (link)

He didn't need her permission, he hadn't needed her consent. Something about that tugged at something very deep in him. But it didn't have time to raise itself to the surface before his immediate needs took over and the grip tightened on the knife.

"Nice to know."

Dexter didn't know if maybe it had been some trick. Reverse psychology. He really didn't particularly care. She was going to die anyway.

With one motion, the knife opened a deep red line in the girl's neck. So quickly that the blade itself remained clean while the blood poured out.

He would wait and watch while she died. To make sure she did. To savor the death.

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i_mature
2008-01-31 05:30 pm UTC (link)

It hurt more than she could have braced for. She struggled, thrashing occasionally like a fish on land, trying to breathe with the new gills he had created.

It was scarier now than it was before she gave her permission. Where would she go after this? Her mouth opened, trying to speak. It repeated one word over and over.

In the werewolf's mind, Ginger sat on her knees, directly beside her sister. She leaned forward resting against Brigitte, her hand over Brigitte's heart to calm her. Brigitte did calm.

The flow of blood slowed down. Sooner than it should, but not soon enough that Brigitte would live. The death took longer than it should as her body tried to repair itself. Finally, she died. Brigitte's eyes remained open, her face remained a twisted version of what it once was.

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