Don't bring me down (open)

[Connor Knight]

~*~ Outfit'Click~*~

Connor was bored and that was NOT a good thing. He had already spent some time in the club called, Burned. Nothing but noise, lights, sweat and drama. He was too pent up for all that tonight. So he found himself wondering down the alley ways of the bad part of town. He wasn’t afraid at all. Any human stupid enough to jump him would most definitely end of on the bad end of that altercation.

Connor fully enjoyed his red fledgling strength. That plus the darkness of Kalona was definitely an advantage for him. Even though Connor felt at ease with the darkness, he only tried to fight it off a good part of the time because of his brother. Easton always saw the good in him, even if there didn’t seem to be a single thread of it intact. But, tonight wasn’t a good night for being a good boy. No, the darkness had been pent up inside him for far too long. He could feel it in his limbs. Tingling. Just ready to get out.

A girl. Connors eyes focused on the shadow down the alley ahead of him. A girl was aimlessly wandering down the alley. From the way she was staggering back and forth Connor could tell she was drunk. He could even smell it. He picked up his pace, closing the gap between them in seconds. He knew he shouldn’t. it was like the voice in the back of his head had been bound and gagged by the darkness. Connor took a deep breath and took in her sweet smell. His mouth watered.

“Excuse me, Ma’am” His southern drawl slipping slyly over his lips. “I don’t believe it is dangerous for a woman of…” his voice trailed as she turned around to smile at him. Godess, she was trashed. “…of your beauty to be wandering around these parts all alone.” Acting the gentleman he offered her his hand, which it took her three tries to grab. Connor pulled her to him, his face just inches from hers. “How about we take a little stroll?” The girl smiled and threw herself onto him almost knocking him off balance. In seconds she had her mouth on his. Ok. He would go with it. He was able to pull his mouth from hers and she pushed him up against the wall.

The girls hands were untucking his shirt. He sighed. He was not in the mood for games, but south she went. Zipper of his distress jeans down. Connor leaned back against the cold brick wall. His head tilted up and he closed his eyes. It would be a shame to kill her…she did have skill. He had to give her that. Even sloshed out of her mind she still could give a mean blow job. When he had finished, she came up swallowing and wiping at her mouth.

“It’s gonna be a shame to have to kill you, Love…” the words didn’t even register with her head being in a drunken haze. Connor grinned, the darkness almost taking over his normal vision. He grabbed her by the waist and turned her around. Roughly he pushed her up against the wall, she managed to make a sound of discomfort. Good she was coming around. That would make it more fun. Connor grabbed a hand full of her hair and turned her head roughly to the side. “Now it’s my turn…” He growled into her ear, his body pressing her against he wall. His lips brushed her skin and her entire body shivered. Connor could feel the pulse of her blood going through her veins.

Connor nipped her skin with his teeth, his tongue licked at the sweet blood that beaded on the cut. The flavor exploded in his mouth. He almost moaned. The girl started to relax against him and he sank his fangs into her soft neck. The warm blood filled his mouth and poured down his throat. It had been a while since he last actually took blood from a human. He had been spending too much time with his brother. The girl wiggled against him and arched her back. Her mouth was open but no sound came from her. Connor pressed his body against hers, he couldn’t help the erotic feeling that drinking gave him. Her arms had wrapped themselves around him and groped him. A loud moan escaped him, her arms hand suddenly became slack. She was almost gone. Connor pulled his lips from her.

It was a bit of a shame, she was very attractive, but he was too busy to have any human consorts. He backed away from her letting her limp body slide down the wall and slump into a half sitting position on the wet ground. No he wouldn’t leave her on the verge of life. “Alright dear…” He stood over her and placed one hand on either side of her face. “Time to go.” With a quick motion he twisted her head and was rewarded with the satisfactory crack of her neck. Connor dropped her head and stood up straight. The blood had given him a wonderful high and he felt like wondering around town some more before he had to go home. With out another thought about the now dead girl he turned on his heals and headed back the way he had come. Someone could have saw, heard or been tracking him now and he wouldn’t give a shit. No. The blood flowed through him and he was walking on air.

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Muse: good a little of my ol' Leland in there...
Notes: not a bad start...don't ya think?

[LightningϟStrife]

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Guys. I lost this post. D: I was being a fail. >_< sorry! D: this is the frigging SECOND time that this has happened to me! >_>

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[Connor Knight]

~*~ Outfit'Click~*~

Connor was humming a little tune he could just not get out of his head. “A company always on the run…a destiny, oh it’s the rising sun…” He was running his left hand down the side of a brick building. On air. He felt like he was walking on fucking air. It had been too long. He stopped his tune and at the thought. Easton. He almost growled. He truly loved his brother but he was such a downer. He missed the days of just being a red and doing whatever the fuck he wanted.

“I was born, a shotgun in my hands…” No, he pushed the thought of his goodie goodie brother out of his mind. Where had he heard this song? It seemed to be stuck in his head and matched his mood perfectly. “Behind the gun I’ll make my final stand…” He sung a little to himself, just quieter this time. There was something else going on. A different sound on the air. High heels. A wicked grin spread across his lips. Oh this night couldn’t get any better.

Connor quickly moved around the corner and in an instant he saw the back of a girl. “Yeah…that’s why they call me.” The words whispered past his lips that hadn’t lost the diabolical expression. It only took an mere few seconds for him to close the gap between them. Connor snatched her buy her thick brown hair. “They call me…Bad company…” He almost growled into her ear before dragging her halfway down the alley into an area with out a lot of traffic. Conner felt as if the black feather mark on the left side of his ribs would burn right through his clothes. Kalona would be proud. Being a feral red had been fun and joining Kalona seemed like the right thing to do. Now if only he could use the darkness like he would like.

Connor pushed her back up against a stone wall. His hands grabbed her wrists and he took a moment to take her in. He started at her feet and traveled slowly up her frame. Why not? He laughed. Good question. His eyes took in her blue crescent moon. Great. He rolled his eyes and growled. A Blue. A mother fucking Blue. What a great way to bring him down from his high. “Aren’t you a Purdy little thang…” His southern tone was mocking. His hands tightened on her wrists as he placed himself so close to her that he was invading her space. Not that a Blue would even try to do anything.

Connor took a deep breath, breathing her scent in. She did smell wonderful. Girls. They always got to him. He pulled her hands up above her head and held them tightly with his left hand. When his right hand came down he gripped her head and turned it to the side. This exposed her neck. Yeah she was a fledgling, and a Blue one on top of that, didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted. “Now…” Connor leaned in, his lips just inches from her skin. “What is a Blue…” He placed a soft kiss on her collar bone, “Doing out here all alone?” Another kiss a little higher. “You know…” again a bit higher then the last. “This is not a safe place out here…” His fangs nicked her skin. The blood beaded and Connor took a deep breath. “There are monsters that go bump in the night.” His tongue was surprisingly gentle as he took the blood off her skin. Heaven.

Connor did not want to stop, no he would love to take all that she could give. But Conner was the type of guy that did not let others in. Having a Blue imprinted with him because he couldn’t help himself, would not sit well with him. Instead he placed one more kiss on her soft skin right at the edge of her jaw below her ear. A part of him was a little disappointed that he had wasted his time of the previous girl. The other part, that stupid part in the back of his mind knew that he would have to see her again at school. Fuck. Where was this mushy shit coming from? He growled and grabbed her hair again. He let out his frustration by smacking her head against the hard wall. “You and I were never here? Got it?”

With that said he let her go. Where had his rush gone? He pushed away from her and backed up a few paces. Suddenly his head was a little too clear. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Connor backed up and leaned against the opposite wall. A deep drag of the smoke and blew a few rings in the air. He would just wait and see what this little Blue would do now. Run away like a the little scared bunny rabbit she should be? Or put of a fight? The mouse picks up his paw to see if the mouse will run away or stay to play?

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Muse: FFDP…don’t ask me why.
Notes: Sorry if it is crazy, it’s like 3:46 am and I can’t sleep. At all.

[LightningϟStrife]

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She had been attacked before. In the same place, if Lightning remembered correctly. Well, she never fucking learned, did she? What happened the last time she had been wandering around at night, in the fucking streets? Right. A feral red tried to eat her. And what was happening now, when she was wandering the fucking streets at night? She was about to get attacked by a fucking feral fucking red fucking fledgling. Which was just great. And this time, there was going to be no fucking Justin Flyte to help her out. There was no blood bags to throw in the fucking red’s face. This time, she was on her own. And about to die. Greaaat.
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A hand grabbed her hair, and a soft growl escaped her lips, wincing at the sudden pain. “They call me…Bad company…” She felt his breath near her ear, and she flinched, her body cringing away from the stranger. He dragged her further down the alley, and she snarled, having no choice but to follow. What could she do? It wasn’t like she was pro at beating fuckers up. She sucked at any form of fighting. Fuck… She should’ve gone to combat class like Cris told her to.

The fucker finally let go of her hair, but then proceeded to push her up against the wall, his hands gripping her wrists firmly. There was no point in struggling. She knew that. He was a red, and she was a blue fledgling; that in itself was just a disadvantage for her. Red were stronger than blues, Stevie Ray had told everyone that when they had finally appeared out of the dark. Tsk. Never, would she ever take advice from a fucking T-shirt ever again.

“Aren’t you a Purdy little thang…”

His hands tightened on her wrists, and she winced, as his fingers slowly cut off her blood circulation. Fucking dickhead. He closed the space between them, and she pressed herself hard against the wall behind her, trying to get as far away as she possible could. He breathed in deeply, and she snarled. Great. He was a fucking freak. This was such a fucking wonderful day she was having.

She felt him pull her hands up high above her head, and she made a noise of frustration. She couldn’t do anything. She was fucking stuck. The feeling was unbearable, she felt so fucking useless. Her ice blue eyes turned hard, as he grabbed her head and turned it to the side. Well. We all know what happens next, right? The fucker bites, and the freaking victim dies. And you know what makes this worse? She just let it happen. Didn’t even fight back. Sure, he was a freaking red, but she should’ve at least fucking fought back. Sometimes, Lightning hated herself. Fuck that, she hated herself all the time.

“Now… What is a Blue… Doing out here all alone… You know… This is not a safe place out here…”

Every pause he made, he used the time to kiss her collar bone, going higher up after every last kiss. She shuddered at the touch; it was disgusting. She wasn’t used to these sensations. Fuck, she hadn’t even had her first kiss yet! She didn’t want this fucking bastard to touch her. He leaned in again, but this time, his fangs lightly bit into her skin, hard enough for the surface to break and for the blood to appear. “There are monsters that go bump in the night.” She jumped at the sudden touch of his tongue on her skin, but it was quickly over as he simply licked the blood off her neck. Another kiss was left just below her ear, and her jaw tightened, anger beginning to replace the previous fear she had felt.

He let go of her arms, and they fell down next to her sides, ready to scratch the fucking shit out of the freak. Before she could act, he let go of her head, but instead took hold of her hair once again and slammed it into the wall. The pain was ringing in her head, and she winced; but she refused to make a sound. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. “You and I were never here? Got it?” With that, he let her go and she knelt down, her eyes squeezed shut, trying to ignore the pain. Never here? Was he fucking crazy?

She looked up, and her eyes narrowed as she saw that he was still there. Slowly, she straightened her legs and leaned against the wall opposite him. Great. He was smoking now. Excuse me, whilst I try not to fucking choke and die on your second-hand smoke. He probably expected her to run away. Well, she fucking wasn’t. She wasn’t going to run with her fucking tail behind her fucking legs, was she? ”Fucking retarded piece of shit. Think you’re all hard cuz you beat up a girl? Fucking bastard.” A snarl escaped her lips and she glared, her eyes slowly changing into a hard ice blue.

Lightning had a fault. When she got angry, and when hatred filled her body, she tended to say things that she wouldn’t normally say. Things that would get her into a deeper shit than the one she would already be in. But she didn’t care about that right now. She was too pissed off.

As she glared at the stranger, she only just realised that he had an affinity. Hell, everyone seemed to have a fucking affinity these days, ever since the cunt of a cock Kalona appeared. Lightning closed her eyes and she felt her affinity activate, the familiar sensations running through her body. She opened her eyes with slight disappointment in them; he had an affinity that she couldn’t use. He seemed to have a perfect aim. He could never miss. Yeah, it was useful in some ways. But she couldn’t use it now, could she? A sigh escaped her lips, and she continued to glare at the boy, her arms crossed.

Fucking twat.

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Muse: *sigh*
Notes: Baha. XD this is so shit. Sorry D: <3

[Connor Knight]

~*~ Outfit'Click~*~

“Fucking retarded piece of shit. Think you‘re all hard cuz you beat up a girl? Fucking bastard.”

It had been her lucky night. He was going to let her walk away. Just like that. Gone. But no, the little Blue seemed to have a damn mouth on her. He could feel his anger rising inside making it hard for him to concentrate. He took a drag and blew the smoke at her. She clearly hated it. Hell, they were going to be real vampires some day. What would a little smoking going to do to him, kill him? Ha! He died once and that wasn’t that bad. He had come back better then some dumb ass Blue fledgling. “Oh, So the little Blue talks.” He took a few steps toward her with a menacing grin on his face.

“What? Think a few bad words are going to make you look all tough and mighty?” He could feel the darkness creeping into his limbs. The icy blackness making every fiber of his being feel as if it could strike at any moment. Connor took a deep breath trying to stay in control. His next words came to him filled with the anger that was raging inside of him. “If I were looking for a fight, you would be dead.” Spit the last word. Again a step closer to her, closed the space between them. He grabbed her chin with his left hand bringing her face to look at him. “But if you were dead, I wouldn’t get to see your dainty little face at school.” His tone clearly mocking.

Connor wasn’t really the girl beating type. He preferred to use them and then let them go. If he felt like sparing their life that is. When he wanted to feed anyone and everyone died. Didn’t matter if they were male or female. They were humans, so they died. He had dabbled in drinking from other fledglings at school, but the imprints were so annoying. It was almost always conceptual. Almost. The last girl stalked him. Connor never got a moment to himself. Ever. It was like having a mother who tailed your ass around all fucking day. It was bad enough he had Easton to do that to him. So, to solve it he imprinted with a human, let it last a few days then killed her. Presto, imprint gone. If he wasn’t a normal girl beater then why to mother fucking goddess did he want to knock this Blue upside the damn head? Oh yeah, she ruined his night.

His icy blue eyes narrowed at her. Maybe he would just break an arm? A leg? No….he growled internally. He pushed her away from him roughly, sending her into the wall behind her. Being a black fledgling he seriously had more strength then this girl in front of him. “What a stupid little girl you are.” He practically yelled at her. “Are you just out here looking for someone to beat the pulp out of you?” Connor knew his mood was all over the place tonight. All he wanted to do was get out of the fucking school and stretch his legs a bit. But no, he had to run into a Blue. They thought they were so much better then everyone else. They had no fucking clue what the Reds and Black had been through.

Connor quickly grabbed her up by her crop top and blew some smoke in her face. “You Blue’s think you are all so special.” He got his face close to hers. “You have no fucking idea.” He growled as he shoved her down toward the damp pavement of the alley. Connor force her belly down and kneeled with one leg on either side of her. There was no way she was going to be able to get up. He grabbed her hands again and brushed the hair back from her neck. “How about I give you a little something to remember me by? Uh?” he laughed and took one more drag of his cigarette before making sure her head was turned to the left. Once again he could feel the ice cold darkness creeping in.

Connor reached down and right on her neck behind her ear he put the burning end of the cigarette out against her skin. “There…little miss Blue, ain’t so perfect now are you.” He flicked the butt away and got up. He was done. Done with this stupid Blue. It humored him that she would be left with a scar back there. A little spot to remember that she could have died and he left her there. Connor needed to get back to the school and lock himself in his room. Connor turned from her and started down the alley. The urge to go back and just end her life was too strong and he needed to get the fuck out of there. He was starting to feel a bit nauseous and blacking out would not be good.

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Muse: All over the freaking place
Notes: Eh? The evil wasn’t flowing enough tonight, but you know it can always go on from here. :-)

[LightningϟStrife]

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“Oh, So the little Blue talks.”

He took a few steps toward her, and she straightened her back, her eyes glaring into his. She snarled; a warning. Plain and simple. Step away. Step the FUCK away.

“What? Think a few bad words are going to make you look all tough and mighty? If I were looking for a fight, you would be dead. But if you were dead, I wouldn’t get to see your dainty little face at school.”

He had stepped closer to her. Again. What the fuck. Did this fucking retard not understand the fucking phrase, personal fucking space? Apparently not. Her ice blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and she growled, her lips baring to show her teeth. Her hand was itching to strike him across the face. But she knew that that was a bad idea. As she frequently told herself, she was not exactly the best fighter in the world. In fact, she was probably one of the worst. But that didn't stop her from having a temper. Pah. Hell no.

He pushed her away from him roughly, sending her into the wall behind her, and she threw her hands up so that most of the impact would land on her palms. She hissed as the rough texture grazed the skin off her hands, little blood pricks starting to show through the cuts.

“What a stupid little girl you are. Are you just out here looking for someone to beat the pulp out of you?”

Lightning rolled her eyes. Great. He was going to beat the fucking shit out of her. Lovely. Absolutely lovely. Not. Lightnings eyes narrowed even further and she hissed, and she slammed her tightly wound fist into his face. "Fuck you, whore! Fucking cunt of a fucking bastar-

"You Blue’s think you are all so special. You have no fucking idea.”

He interrupted her talking, and she yelped in surprise as she tugged her up by her top, exposing her navel. He blew smoke into her face and she erupted into coughs, the smoke suffocating her throat. Before she had time to react, he shoved her down towards the pavement of the alley, and he straddled her. He grabbed her hands again, and she struggled relentlessly; but it was no use. He was a black fledgling. He was stronger. End of.

“How about I give you a little something to remember me by? Uh?”

She could feel him lean down, and she tensed in fear. What was he going to do now? She soon found out.

The slight hiss as the burning end of the cigarette made contact with her skin was the only she could hear, before she erupted into screams of sheer agony. The scent of her own flesh burning filled the air, and she twisted, trying to remove the pain. It was unbearable, the feeling of being burned. It was something that words couldn't describe.

"There…little miss Blue, ain’t so perfect now are you.”

He got up and then started walking away. She lay there, for a few seconds, the after shock of the pain still lingering in her neck.

But then anger replaced fear.

And her head lost any sane thoughts that she had left.

Her hand reached out and her fingers grasped onto a fairly large rock that was the size of her palm. And then Lightning activated her affinity. The familiar rush entered her body, and her eyes became brighter as the affinity of the fledgling before her attached itself onto her. Slowly, she stood up, rock in hand. "I hope this fucking kills you." As the last word left her lips, she threw the rock, her gleaming blue eyes staring at the boys head.

And just like the affinity was made to do, the object hit its target. The rock made contact with the middle of the boys head, and she smirked. But deep inside, she knew that her action had dug the last bit of soil out of her grave.

She never learned.

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Muse: >.> Nyargh.
Notes: Pahaa. Sorry it took so long! And sorry it's so shit. >.>

[Connor Knight]

Connor was practically shaking as he walked away. The darkness was telling him to just finish her, kill the little brat and that’ll be one less goody goody at the House of Night. One less body to make you feel like you are wrong when you know that the Darkness is what should be ruling forever. Connor took a deep breath and tried to just calm himself. He would definitely need to go back to his room and lock himself away for the rest of the night. His thought weren’t enough to block out the sudden hiss he heard on the air. No longer had the sound registered in his ears, was when the impact of the object hit him square in the back of the head. The impact caused him to stumble, but he caught himself on all fours. His hands landing in a puddle. The pain momentarily blinded him. He had never felt such an intense pain ever in his life.

Deep breaths, he told himself. Focus. His vision was almost black and he blinked trying to clear it, but it was no use. After a moment he stood up and a deep growl came from deep with in. He knew immediately it was that stupid blue. Boy she just didn’t know when to quit did she? He was a little dizzy and the pain was still making his head feel like it would explode. “Bad Idea…” He growled. It was too late for her, she had pushed it too far. The darkness was chomping at the bit, like an angry dog about to break it’s chain. He turned on his heel and faced her. Still the dark edges of his vision stayed black. It wouldn’t be long and he would have to give in. Let it all go. Bad news for her. His hand gingerly touched the throbbing spot on the back of his head, it was warm and wet…blood.

Connor’s legs almost started to move with out his permission, stalking towards her. “You have no idea what you have just done…” The hate filled words spilled over his lips. “Darkness is a bitch baby…” His stomach churned and felt like a huge knot. It wouldn’t be much longer. The tingling in his arms and legs had already begun. He knew what was to happen next. He would black out, his brain would seriously go black. What would happen to the girl? Pain and lots of it. Things would be broken, bashed, bruised and torn. She would find her self on the losing end…Black fledglings were just a lot stronger then Blues. It was simple fact. Connor could feel his side burning and his heart felt as if it would jump out of his chest. He blinked a few times and he was to the point where he almost couldn’t see a thing except the girl standing there. “You will be lucky if you live.” Those were Connor’s words. Almost an omission of not being in control and that he was a bit sorry that she might possibly die. That was his brother’s influence in him…he might hate it but it was always there damn it.

Then it was black. Gone…he had lost it. The next thing he would know he would be waking up in his dorm room. That was usually where he ended up…after…after the darkness won. Then he would spend a good amount of time in the bathroom puking his damn guts out. It was like a bad reaction to a drug. It left him tired and all he would do was sleep. As for the girl? Well she was on her own. Maybe someone would come upon her beaten body and take pity on her. That was out of his hands. But there was no way the girl would be able to escape him…not when it was full tilt to the darkness. Yes they would see each other at school, maybe the little blue would learn to avoid him…if she survived.

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Muse: eh…
Notes: Sorry if it’s an EPIC FAIL. Lol…what kind of injuries she end up with is all up to you, but there is definitely lots of abuse that happened.

[Easton Knight]

It hadn’t taken Easton long to get up and out of the dorms. The regular routine was easily getting more efficient with every passing day. Some would call him obsessive or compulsive, Easton didn’t see anything wrong with a regular routine. Though tonight his normal dusk run had become boring, and with a weird uneasiness Easton couldn’t help but change his path. It took him deeper into the worst parts of Tulsa. He didn’t mind and there was no fear in it for him. He knew almost every alley way for when he was a feral red. Luckily for him he had left his usual running partner at home, Easton doubted that his pup Boone would make it very far in the tight alleys. He laughed to himself a bit, but his feet slowed and came to a stop when something on the air caught his attention.

Blood? There was blood on the air…Easton stood still for a moment, trying to bring his breathing down so he could concentrate. His eyes closed for a moment while he drew in another steady breath. Instinctively he turned to his left and opened his eyes to make his way down the alley. Easton’s light blue eyes searched the darkness…there was a source for the smell, for the smell of blood. Where was it? Maybe he was just being crazy. The smell hadn’t awakened anything in him other then curiosity. It wasn’t long before his quiet steps brought him halfway down the alley.

Where the hell was it coming from? Easton let a frustrated sigh escape him and he was almost about to turn around and leave when he saw it. The crumpled figure was curled into a ball on the dark and damp paved ground. Easton stomach turned as he approached the huddled figure. Where they alive? He knelt down and got closer slowly. His heart almost stopped when he noticed it was a girl. Goddess. She was a mess. Gently Easton moved her air from out of her face. Immediately he felt as if he would have to puke. A bright sapphire crescent looked striking against her pale and dirty face. She was a Blue. “Hey…” his words quiet and gentle.

Easton took a moment to check her injuries. She was pretty battered, but it didn’t seem like much was too broken. Maybe a cracked rib or something…He looked at her face one more time. He knew he had seen her around school, but he was always terrible with names. “Ok…this might hurt Darlin, but it will be alright…” His southern accent slipping easily past his lips. He spoke in her ear, even thought he wasn’t sure if she would even register what he had said. Easily he slipped his arms under her and lifted her from the damp ground. It was nothing for him to lift her up, she wasn’t that big of a girl and Easton was quite physically fit.

The only thing that ran through his mind was getting her to somewhere safe. Easton adjusted her weight a little trying very hard not to hurt her anymore then she already was. His running shoes took his back in the direction of the House. He could easily sneak her into his room. Hopefully his brother wasn’t there. Easton made a mental note to request a single room soon. It was just about time he had his own damn space for once. “It’ll be alright…” He spoke it to the Blue in his arms just as much as he was saying it to himself. He knew one thing for sure. This little blue he was holding was damn lucky he found her and not anyone else.

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Muse: Good
Outfit: ~*~Outfit~*~
Notes: I Love My Easton *Pets*

[LightningϟStrife]

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Forget. She wanted to forget. Forget everything. Forget that her body felt like it was burning. Forget that she kept making the same fucking stupid mistakes.

There was only so much pain that one person could stand.

She could only remember one thing. His eyes. They had just... changed. Went completely black, and for the first time, Lightning finally felt what it was to be petrified. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his. So black. Not even when his fist connected with her soft, so vulnerable skin. Not even when he broke her bones. They were just so, so black. So black.

It didn't take long for Lightning to pass out. Didn't take long at all. After all, her pain tolerance wasn't high; her childhood had been spent with neglect, not abuse. As her head smashed into the ground, skin and bones colliding with cold, hard concrete, her mind gently slipped, sailing further and further away, and to the realm of dreams.

The forest. The forest? Sunlight. Little drops of yellow happiness. Drops? Yes, drops. Leaves, too big. Too big. Covers sun. No good. Footstep? That a footstep? Who? Cloud? Brother? Twin? No? Yes. Cloud! Running. You're running. Mind that root. Running. Still running. Where's Cloud? No one here. Why? Footstep? Over there! Running. Run run run run run. Mind that ro- OUCH?! Falling. You fell. Still falling. Hitting ground. Ow. Ow. Ow. Why pain? Pain? Cloud? Self harm? No? Cloud? Where? WHERE?! Cloud..?

Lightning's eyes blinked, her eyes fluttering. But another punch, another broken bone sent her back, away from the reality.

Crying. Why is there crying? Her crying? You're crying? No. He's crying. Who's he? Daddy? Cloud? No. No daddy. Daddy left. Left. Alone. All alone. Don't want to be alone. Not alone. Cloud. Not alone with Cloud. No. Not true. Cloud left. Is leaving. Why? Alone? Don't want to be alone. No, alone bad. No. No. Ow. Why ow? Why alone? Hate. Hatred. Hate being alone. Scary. Fear. Crying? No. Never crying. Weakness. Shows weakness. Never crying.

Her body twitched, unable to take any more pain, and she started convulsing, her body starting to shake. Then all of a sudden, she stopped, and her body slumped back down on the ground.

Ow. So many ows. Ow. Ow. Where? Cold. Floor, cold. Alone. Not good. Cold, and alone. Bad. Who? What? Ow. Ow? Ow. Hey. What? Hey. Who? Hey. Where? Hey. Hey. Hey. He-

“Hey…”

Lightning's eyes snapped open. Hey? What? It took her a while for eyes to focus, her vision blurred, an edge of darkness threatening to close in. It was.. Oh no. No. No no no. Her mind began to panic, her eyes frantically going over the face in front of hers. No.. Wait. It wasn't the same person. This was a different person. She relaxed, wincing when doing so caused a chain reaction of her muscles to scream at her in pain. Who was this guy? Good, or bad? She couldn't tell. What the heck was she dreaming about?

“Ok…this might hurt Darlin, but it will be alright…”

His voice, so gentle, so kind, broke into her trail of thoughts. Good. He was definitely good. At least, that what she thought. Until he picked her up. A scream broke out, and Lightning winced, not wanting to hear the agonising sound. It took her a while to figure out that it was her. She shut her mouth, and bit her tongue, stopping herself from screaming any more. She breathed heavily, trying not to move, fearing that she would pass out again from the pain. She didn't want to go through that again.

He adjusted her weight, only a little, but it was enough to trigger the pain once again, and she bit down harder on her tongue, hard enough for her to taste the metallic substance in her mind. She would have spat it out, if she had the energy too. She let go of her tongue, and instead began to bite down on her cheek, gnawing down on the soft flesh, a distraction that she was happy to use.

She didn't follow where they were going, only concentrated in not screaming. She closed her eyes, and leant gently against his arms, whoever the hell he was. Goddess. She was sick of not knowing people's names. That would be one of her first priorities. As soon as she wasn't in this hell like burning pain. Her mind automatically swirled with dark thoughts, the thought of her attacker angering her. Fucking twat.

“It’ll be alright…”

Yeah. Easy for you to say. She would have smirked, if she could. Blood once again filled her mouth, and she grimaced. Should of stopped chewing her cheek. She swallowed, and frowned, the taste of the blood making her want to gag. "Thank you." She managed to murmur the two words, her voice barely audible. A drop of the red blood slowly oozing out of her cheek escaped down the corner of her mouth, and she wiped it, ignoring the screaming pain as she moved. She closed her eyes again, trying to fight the looming darkness. She sighed. Once again.

Fucking twat.

Words: 1005
Muse: Alright, i suppose.
Notes: Hmmnyeh. She totally hates Connor. Btw, the words in bold + italics are her dreams. Sorta. ^-^

[Easton Knight]

Now what? Easton had wondered upon this battered girl…and not just a regular girl, a blue fledgling. Everything he was trying to do to help her he just ended up hurting her more. Goddess. Why was he even trying? Oh, yeah the whole humanity thing. He tried his hardest to navigate the crazy side streets of Tulsa and not hurt her more then she already was, trying to keep to the shadows and get her back safely. He didn’t need a cop or someone else stopping him and making a huge scene. That would be a hard to explain and then there would be a whole trip to the hospital and lots of questions he couldn’t answer. All he knew was, someone hurt her and she needed to get back to the House to heal. He was extremely thankful when slipping through the front entrance he didn’t see a single soul. Now the question was take her to the infirmary or back to his room.

With a quick decision Easton and made his way into the boy’s dorms. Easton liked to avoid the infirmary at all costs. It gave him flash backs of sitting for days at his dead brother’s side. Just the thought made him shiver as he tried to fish his key out of his pocket. Sadly he had to shift her weight just slightly to get the door open, but once inside he quickly locked it behind him. He didn’t need any tattoo seekers to come in and bother him tonight. He stood there for a moment trying to decide where to put her. His bed? No…there was just this feeling in the pit of his stomach, that told him that he needs to pick a different place. “Just a second….” He was starting to become frustrated.

Easton had an idea…he tugged Connor’s mattress free from his bed and pulled it onto the floor. After pulling off the blankets, he slowly lowered the poor girl onto the mattress. The jerk never hardly ever slept on it anyway…in fact he doubted he would even come back tonight, most likely crawl into some random girl’s bed. Easton straightened up and looked down and the girl. She was quite the sad sight. His mind raced about what he should be doing. This was the first time he had taken home a strange and battered girl. Automatically his stomach turned when he thought about if he had ever left a girl so mangled. The answer was most defiantly a yes. He had done worse, he had killed before….before when he had nothing to hold him to any goodness what so ever. He bent down and brushed a bit of her damp hair from her face. “Don’t move…ok?” with that said he stood back up and left her there on the mattress and disappeared into the bath room.

Easton shut the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment. He needed to think this thought just for a moment. He wasn’t doing any thing wrong…right? He was just helping a fledgling that needed it. She could have died out there. After taking a deep breath he sprung into action. It didn’t take him long to find a few wash clothes, a small storage container was emptied and filled with warm and soapy water, a dry bath towel and…his eyes searched the bathroom… “Whatever” he spoke to himself. He couldn’t leave her laying out there all night. He gathered what he needed and left the bathroom.

Gingerly he pulled the girl’s black leather high heeled boots or whatever they were off her feet and set them on the floor. His eyes took her in. where should he start. Would she freak out? “Hey…I’m not going to hurt you.” he wasn’t even sure if she was fully conscious, but it was that part of him that needed her to know that he wasn’t going to do her any harm. “I’m just going to wash you up a little…” he dipped the wash cloth into the warm water and squeezed the excess off. There was a problem. Pantyhose? They were ripped almost beyond recognition, but they were still there. He hopped up and dug around in his desk. There had to be a pair of scissors some where? Easton even dug through the supplies he had for his tattoo work. “There they are.” took him long enough. Quickly he returned to the spot where he was sitting on the edge of the mattress. This was killing him, how was he to help her with out either hurting her more or freaking her the hell out. She really didn’t need any more issues. “Those things have to go…I’m not going to pull them off you….” he gently touched her foot, rubbing the bottom with his thumb. “I’ll be careful.” with that said he slid scissors up each leg, snipping what was left of the fishnets off her legs. He went slow enough to give her a moment to adjust and not freak, before he started to wipe off her legs starting at her feet.

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Muse: There
Outfit: ~*~Outfit~*~
Notes: Sorry it took me so long. He’s been occupied with Raine.

[LightningϟStrife]

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Where was he taking her? The infirmary, hopefully. He shifted her weight, and Lightning groaned, the extra pain making her arch her back, her muscles contracting against broken bones, which sadly, only brought more pain. The sound of a door shutting told her that she was probably in his room, and for a second, she felt a slight annoyance. Didn't he see that she was hurt, and needed medical help? Fuck that, she was in danger of rejecting the change here! If he wanted to help, he should drop Lightning off at the infirmary. But.. what if he didn't want to help? Chances were, he was just another bastard who was pussy enough to pick on some girl that got beaten up. Just her fucking luck, right?

He murmured some words to her that she failed to catch, and she frowned, struggling to see. She felt his arms tense, and then she was being lowered, onto what it seemed to be a mattress. A mattress. Which probably belonged to a bed. A bed. Oh fuck. He was going to rape her, wasn't he? He was. That fucking bastard totally was. Goddess, what a dick. She felt rather than saw him bend down, and he brushed her hair away from her face, to which she reacted by flinching away from his fingers. "Don't touch me." Lightning growled, her soft voice barely audible, his own voice dominating her words. She doubted he even heard. Bitch. With effort, she opened her eyes and watched him leave into a different room. Taking that as her cue to get the fuck out of there, Lightning rolled to her side, resulting in her crying out in shock, as her movement consequently nudged a few of her broken ribs. Gasping, she pushed herself onto her back, biting her lip in order for her to silence her shouts. Something about this mattress. Well, not the mattress itself, but the.. scent of it.. It was familiar to her. Fuck. It was from that guy, wasn't it? Fucker. What was that guy in the bathroom, some sort of accomplice? Shit. Well, now she really needed to go.

Taking a few precious seconds to calm herself, Lightning slowly rolled back onto her side, using her elbow to avoid moving her ribs again. Grunting a little, she managed to drag herself up into a sitting position, cringing as her muscles screamed at her in agony. "Fuck it. Fucking fuck it. Fucker." Forcing herself to take deep breaths, she crawled onto her knees, and held onto the corner of desk that was beside her. Using that to help, Lightning slowly got up to her feet, gritting her teeth as the pain began to get worse. Still gripping onto the corner, she gingerly took one step off the mattress and nudged the floor with her toe, testing her weight on her foot. Everything seemed okay. She could get out of there if she was quick enough. Taking one final breath, she let go of the desk and her other foot joined the one on the floor, her arms out to keep her balance. Well, fuck a duck. For once, things were going her way.

You know, until her ankle gave way.

Lightning crashed back down on the mattress, and she groaned in pain. Thankfully, the mattress had softened the fall, and her arms had taken the brunt of it, the only part of the body that actually seemed to be undamaged. The door opened, and the boy appeared at her side, his hands taking hold of her feet. What. The fuck. Was he doing. He took off her shoes, and Lightning swore under her breath when he nudged her now sprained ankle. What the hell was he getting at? Oh. Right. The rape. Great. Just fucking fantastic.

"Hey…I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to wash you up a little…”

Please. If Lightning had the energy, she would have full out laughed at that. That's what they always said, wasn't it? But what did he mean by 'wash you up'? She heard him move around, and fuss over something before coming back to his spot. Opening her eyes, she saw a pair of scissors in his hands and a bowl of water with a cloth in it on the floor, and her blue orbs began to dart around, processing the situation. Wash her up. Water. Cloth. Scissors. Oh fuck. He was going to cut her up, wasn't he? He was going to cut her up, then rape her. To be honest, she preferred to be just raped. Then she could come back and beat the crap out of him when she wasn't fucked up.

“Those things have to go…I’m not going to pull them off you…. I’ll be careful.”

She felt a soft pressure on her foot, and her body tensed, waiting for his next move. She felt a cold sensation glide up both her legs, and she shivered, her skin sensitive to the new touch. Water replaced metal, and he began to wash her bad foot. Well. As if Lightning would just let herself be cut up. No fucking way. If she was going to be cut up, then she was going to at least go out with a bang. Anger fuelling her energy, she swung her good leg, bending it so that her knee collided with his cheek, just below his eye. A good kick in the nose for good measure didn't hurt, either. Bolting upright, Lightning glanced at the door, and swore. She would never make it there in time. Her ice blue orbs gazed across the room, trying to find something that she could use. They settled onto the scissors that were just beside her, on the floor. Huh. How handy.

Lightning bent down and swiped the scissors into her hands, and swivelled them round so that the sharp end was pointing at the guy, and she held it up menacingly. Snarling, she scrambled up onto her feet, leaning against the desk for support. "Who the fuck are you?" For a second, a thought entered Lightning's mind, and she blinked, startled. What if he was actually doing this to help her? Shaking her head, she brushed those thoughts away. If he wanted to help her, then why the fuck did he bring her to his room, take off her fucking tights, and why did his mattress smell like the guy that beat her up? The evidence against him were outstanding.

Let's face it.

He was fucked.

Words: 1220
Muse: Haha. Just no.
Notes: Sorry it took so long. D: <3

[Easton Knight]

It was if this chick had been an animal hit by a fucking car. One minute laying there out of it and the next jumping up like something bit her in the ass. It seriously caught Easton off guard. The knee to his face connected and sent him back wards to lay flat on his back for a moment. He sucked in a breath “Fuck…” he brought a hand up to his nose and gingerly touched it as he started to sit back up, it was bleeding…a quite oddly a lot. “Calm the fuck down will ya?” Easton straightened himself up and tugged the bottom of his shirt up to wipe his bloody nose, he could find something else later that would work better to stop the bleeding. She was quick, he had to give her that. Apparently not quick enough to get away from whatever or whoever had beaten her…he suppressed a groan of frustration. Now she had the fucking scissors. Great. He tries to help someone and it blows up in his face…so much for being nice and all that bullshit.

Oh how much he needed not to let his anger get the best of him right now, but he could only keep it in check. “I am only trying to help.” He eyed the scissors in her hands and took a few steps forward, until the point of them was just pressing against his shirt. “Ya gonna fucking stab me? Do it.” He held both hands out from his sides, palms facing her. “If that’s the thanks I get for picking your ass up out of the alley then fine.” He looked down at her, his serious tone laced with his frustration. He knew this was not the way to handle this situation. She could very much plunge those scissors ring into him and walk out his door. If that was the karma he got for trying to help, then I guess it was just pay back for all the bad shit he had done in the past. Serves him right didn’t it? “My door is locked, but feel free to leave…”

He backed up a step of two from her and pulled his shirt up and over his head. The bleeding from his nose wasn’t slowing down. Clothes weren’t really that important to him, he could deal if he had to throw away one shirt. The anger he had felt was starting to subside, slowly. She was sacred. She was hurt. It was natural for her to freak the hell out…right? Easton used his shirt to wipe at his now quite tender nose. He stood there for a moment just looking at her and wiping the blood off his face and where it had dribbled down onto his chest. The girl had been through enough tonight…and he just seemed to make it worse. It didn’t occur to him that with out his shirt she could clearly see the black feather on his ribcage. That must be why she was freaking…he bet she wouldn’t freak out if some Blue tried to help her. They were so much “better” then everyone else. Pure. Perfect. Good. Blah blah blah blah…whatever, that was a pile of shit.

Easton walked past her, even turning his back to her to open the locks on his dorm room door. With a tug on the knob he crack the door and walked past her over to his tattoo chair. Naturally he leaned against it and crossed his arms across his chest, light blue eyes not moving from her. “Go…go back down all the steps, and get past all the other guys in this dorm by yourself.” He took a deep breath trying to keep his words calm and serious. “Your dumb…you don’t use your head and that is probably why you are in such shitty shape right now.” he motioned towards the door. “You can leave. I am done trying to do any kind of good fucking deed, Darlin.” his accent hinting at a bitter tone. He knew he should be asking her if she knew who had done this to her, what had happened all that stuff people with any concern would be asking…it wasn’t like he didn’t care. Hell he had risked taking her back here to help her in any way possible. Hadn’t he? He was trying to keep up a good reputation, goddess knew that he was trying…mostly for Raine…and a bit for himself. Maybe it was just fucking foolish to think one could step out from under the dark cloud that darkness seemed to cast upon all of the Blacks. He really didn’t have much to say…that was it. He just looked at her and waited for what she might do next.

Words: 793
Muse: OK…sorry so short!
Outfit: ~*~Outfit~*~
Notes: Sorry it’s a fail. (>.<)

[LightningϟStrife]

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She was confused.

More than confused.

Lightning had thought that this dipshit would just hurt her more. But.. But. That was the word, wasn't it? But. It fucking messed up everything for her. Well, i'll tell you something. She had had enough. As soon as she got out of this mess, she was heading straight to Colby, and fucking demand some how-to-beat-a-fucking-retarded-guy-to-near-death lessons. And hey; maybe then she could stop dragging herself into situations like these. Rolling her eyes in her mind, she snorted half heartedly. Yeah, right. One could only hope.

Okay, attention, back to the guy on the floor.

She watched carefully, as he lay on his back for a few moments before sitting back up. What the fuck?! She had hit him with all her strength! Surely he should be.. dead? Or something? Mortally injured?! Fucker. Glancing down at her arms and legs, her eyes narrowed as she saw how little muscle there were on her bones. Well, that fucked things up for her, didn't it. But Miyuki was even smaller than her, and she could knock out loads of guys! But then again, she had fought people twice her own age since she was little. Lightning shuddered. She didn't envy Ki's past.

“Fuck… Calm the fuck down will ya?”

She just hissed in response. As if! He had just put her down on a mattress which smelt like the guy that nearly fucking killed her. She'd panic as much as she wanted to, thank you very much. Twat. "Shut up. Fucking fuck. That mattress smelt like him!" It only occurred to her that this boy wouldn't know who him was after she spoke, but she shrugged that problem away. He'd deal. Clutching onto her scissors harder, she positioned herself so that she could easily stab him a gazillion times if needed. Note to self. Carry a knife with you at all times from now on.


“I am only trying to help.”

Lightning snorted, her attitude coming back as time progressed. Fuck that. She had the upper hand here! Sort of. She watched with narrow eyes, as he took a few steps forward, until the point of the scissors pressed against his chest. Growling, she moved backwards; just a tiny bit. She didn't want to have to hurt him -- just in case he really was trying to help -- and end up killing him. Because that would just be so unfortunate. For her. And, well. For him. Obviously.

“Ya gonna fucking stab me? Do it. If that’s the thanks I get for picking your ass up out of the alley then fine. My door is locked, but feel free to leave…”

She could tell he was telling the truth now. His facial expression practically screamed frustration, and honesty was all over his face. Sighing, she dropped the scissors. Folding her arms, she glared at him, but not as much as she would have a few minutes ago. Yay for progress?

Clearing her throat, she raised a brow. She had some questions that he needed to answer. "Fine. I get it. You were only trying to help; sorry," She apologized, and she meant it. She carried on, shooting all the questions in her head at him, " But why the fuck did you bring me here? Why not the infirmary? And why the locked door? And why the fuck were you taking my clothes off?" Breathing heavily, she glanced at the mattress on the floor. Oh, and that. Looking back up at the boy, she frowned, her brows pushing together to form a line between them. "Tell me this. Why the fucking fuck does that mattress over there--" Here, she pointed at the said mattress, "--smell like the guy that beat me up, huh?"

If he was so innocent, then he should have the answers for that, no?

Well, he better. Because she was pissed off.

The boy walked past her, and turned the locks on his dorm door. Turning around, she watched him as he opened the door, before walking over to a chair.

“Go…go back down all the steps, and get past all the other guys in this dorm by yourself. Your dumb…you don’t use your head and that is probably why you are in such shitty shape right now. You can leave. I am done trying to do any kind of good fucking deed, Darlin.”

She flinched when he mentioned the word boys. There were a touchy subject for her right now. Fuck that. She didn't care any more. All guys were fucking retards. Fucking rapist, women beating retards. She paused for a few seconds, before turning her back on him, and slowly, she began to walk towards the door. "Thanks. For tryin' to help." She called back distractedly, her mind focused on the floor trying to ignore the pain that shot up her legs with every step she took. Finally she reached the door, and without looking back, she walked out.

Then fell.

On a fucking step.

Fuck sake.

Words: 1007
Muse: Meh.
Notes: Meh. She lieks to swear. Baha. Shitty, i know, forgive me </3 Baha, sorry for the wait! Lololol, i would so lol if connor appeared and just shoved her outta his way. lmfaolmfaolfmao.