Don
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Post by Don on May 31, 2016 8:32:13 GMT
The bed was back in place, her room was spotless, and she clung to the skin of her favorite human. In Hell, it was rare for Don to look like anything but herself, but the host body brought her some sort of separation from her current predicament. Wearing nothing but a set of black knickers and a black button-down stolen from her favorite Assamite, she looked like a teenage girl just lounging about at home, not a terrified Fallen Princess, preparing for one of the worst conversations in her long life.
Just to make sure, she snapped her fingers in front of her face again, focusing every ounce of energy she had on the flames that were as much a part of her as the kaleidoscope eyes, currently hidden behind the blue of her host body. Nothing happened, not even smoke, and she let out an agonized moan. For hours, she had tried - and failed - to get something to happen, but it was hopeless. As was her situation. She was searching desperately for an answer, but those were about as absent as Etonis.
He had informed her of where he would be, but in light of her current predicament, it had slipped her mind. She couldn't find him and it felt like he was ignoring her. Desperation was quickly turning into fear as she snapped again, and again and again and again, but very little changed. Both hands reached up and grabbed at her neck, nails scorching the skin. Her usual heat was there, but her magic was gone. She was useless, and her efforts to prove something - anything - to herself proved to be fruitless. There was nothing she could do.
"Etonis Vadia," Don demanded of the air, pulling at his mind and soul as hard as she could manage. "I swear to Lucy himself, if you leave me alone in this, I'll...." Her threat went unfinished, emotion closing her throat. He was the first man she had been with that she didn't want to threaten, and that terrified her. Her hands balled into tight little fists, taking skin with them. "Oh, fucking hell.... "
Tears welled up in her eyes as the realization hit her like a truck. She wasn't sure what had her more off guard: the situation or the realization. She curled into her knees, feeling the sob that came, unbidden. Then, she did something that the Princess rarely ever did, and only in the most dire of circumstances. She pressed her hands together, palms flat and fingers pointed up for good measure, and she prayed to the Father that had forsaken her. "Oh, God, why? Please tell me you can still hear me, all the way down here. I just need to know WHY. Please, God, allow this child an answer... Some kind of answer. Any kind, really."
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Post by Eto on May 31, 2016 8:55:08 GMT
The moment the mercenary vampire appeared in the material plane, in his penthouse in Sakura place he felt it like a sledgehammer to the chest. Don was calling out to him, screaming out for him. With no hesitation, he vanished from the material plane once again, this time to one of the few places he'd felt truly comfortable in all the multiverse, Don's room in hell.
Eto walked through the portal into her room, and he was haggard. His cloak torn and scorched, some of the lacerations healed just enough to stop him from bleeding out, deep black bags under his eyes, everything about him screamed exhaustion. His shoulders were slumped, normally glowing ruby eyes were dimmed, and he was so emotionally drained that all he could do was conjure up a soft smile when he'd spotted Don sitting on her bed praying. That sight shocked him a bit, his head tilting to one side as he looked her over. He'd never seen a demon pray before, but that, that was obviously prayer.
"Don, what's wrong? I got here as soon as I could." The Assamite made his way over toward Don, reaching out to touch her shoulder gently. "Hey, are you alright?" HE asked his voice soft and gentle despite the obvious exhaustion and pain he was in. "What's going on?" He asked moving to touch her cheek. He knew of only a few ways to comfort someone, and the most important one was gentle touch. His delicate alabaster fingers cupped her cheek as he looked into her eyes. "What's wrong? Let me help you." He smiled again, it was still very tired, weak and muted, but there was no doubt about his honest concern. She was after all his companion.
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Don
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Post by Don on May 31, 2016 9:16:33 GMT
She hadn't caught his entrance. That was twice that he managed to appear to her when she was too distracted to realize it, and that thought alone was uncomfortable. Her prayer continued softly, words moving over the words faster than she could stop herself. It was rare when she bothered to call out to the being that had forced her father into Hell and cursed her mother to live the rest of her life as a vampire. More often than not, she though of him as an absent father, somebody nearly as despicable as Matrea himself.
When he spoke to her, Don startled, her eyes flashing open. She froze, staring at his exhausted face. A large part of her wanted to reach out, to wrap her arms around his neck and cling to him desperately, to sob into his chest as if maybe he could fix the problem. He looked as poor as she did and she wanted to comfort him, to take comfort in that familiar gesture, to tell him what she had realized.
Don unfolded her hands and began to reach towards him when, suddenly, the smell hit her. There was very little of Eto there. It was as if he had no scent at all, except... Her eyes flashed with shock as she recognized that smell. They widened and she leaned back, away from him, feeling a rush pass through her that was something between irrational rage and crushing emotional agony. Her face contorted into an expression of her conflicted emotions.
Reaching up, she shoved his hand away from her face. "What the fuck, Eto?" she demanded, suddenly, her voice pure rage. "Too busy to talk to me? Shouldn't have expected anything more from a fiend fucker, though, huh?" Her words were a hiss, the insult emphasized nearly to the point of spitting. More often than not, she had some level of fondness in that, but there was no fondness at all in her tone. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing or saying, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. The words just kept coming. "Should have fucking known."
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Post by Eto on May 31, 2016 9:29:03 GMT
Eto watched her reaction, watched as she went from his companion, the demon who helped him, fought for him, talked to him, made love to him into something else entirely. She was the girl he'd met in the bar on the night he'd met the Prince. All that touched his face was concern until her words hit him and he took a step back reeling, his muscles tensing to catch himself from falling. It was as if she'd just struck him. Confusion colored his ruby eyes until she mentioned Thorn in her sadistic and fucked up way. That confusion turned to fiery anger, his ruby eyes flaring up in response. He was weak, tired, on the verge of collapse, but he wouldn't back down, not from anyone.
"Damn it Don, what the hell is wrong with you?" He choked out standing right were he'd stopped next to her bed. "I've been in Limbo the past few days fixing something you know about, you've seen!" His ruby eyes searched her beautiful kaleidoscope eyes for understanding. He'd shown her, shown her every piece of him as she'd unwittingly done for him. His had been voluntary, offered to her, given to her out of respect and understanding. "The second I felt your pull I came! What the bloody hell is going on?" The tired Assamite looked both shocked and hurt at the same time. This wasn't Don's normal prodding, nor her attacking. This was worse than their first meeting.
"Should have known what Don?" His voice had calmed a bit, but there was an obvious edge to it. Don more than anyone else in the universe knew him, knew what to do and how to hurt him. But why was she doing so? Why did she attack him so unprovoked? "What's wrong Don?" He asked, the edge leaving his voice as he tried once more to calm his companion, his friend, his lover. "What happened?"
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Don
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Post by Don on May 31, 2016 9:41:54 GMT
The hurt obvious in his gaze felt like an icy knife in his chest and she jerked back again, more for her protection than his own. She had no clue what had her so worked up, so vicious, nor did she know how to explain it. The rage was uncontrolled, based solely on hormones she knew she shouldn't have. The fear that she felt deep into her bones only spurred her forward, every emotion brought to its peak. She could have handled him snapping back at her, could have even handled him striking her. The hurt, however? Knowing that she had caused that pain?
The tears continued to fall but the anger was overwhelming. She couldn't stop herself from attacking him yet again. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she demanded. "You would know. But you were busy with your little Amy wanna-be. Let me guess. You're going to CONTINUE to be too busy with her, huh? You fucking smell like her. Just like her. And she's going to be the scent all over you, huh? Guess I should just get used to it?"
Don couldn't bring herself to look at him. Her jaw snapped, teeth cutting into the muscle of her tongue and flesh of her cheek simultaneously. Her host's blood dribbled lazily into her mouth, and as she spoke, the smell of it, mixed with the spice of her own vitae, would begin to leak into the air. "And if I don't fucking want to? Should I just go back to Lucy?" It hurt to say, to even contemplate. She hadn't touched the Devil himself since becoming involved with Eto, and she knew she'd never be able to be involved with him again. Not in the same way.
What shocked her, however, was the realization that she didn't want to. She didn't want Lucy anymore. He was great in the sack, but more than that? He wasn't a companion. He was barely even a friend. Eto? Eto was something else entirely. Eto was... "Fucking hell," she hissed, both fists striking the bed soundlessly at her sides. There was that stupid word again. To Eto, however, it would seem like she was cursing him, not herself.
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Post by Eto on May 31, 2016 10:00:05 GMT
Eto stood perfectly still as she berated him, attacked him, attacked one of the very few friends she had and compared her to the oddly titled Prince. The temperature, already considerable in the room grew another couple degrees as his fury grew. His jaw locked up, even when he could smell her precious blood. He wanted to lick her lips, to touch her to comfort her, but the verbal attack just continued. Each insult, each attack hitting him like a physical blow. When she'd finally stopped speaking he responded to her quietly, his voice barely above a whisper in his purely Italian accent.
"I would like to know yes, I would like to know why my companion, my friend, my lover called me with such force that the moment I arrived anywhere that I could hear or feel you I came to you. I would like to know why you still think after everything you've seen, everything you've been through that I'm somehow trying to ignore you. I would like to know what I have done other than not always be at your beck and call that has caused this..." He waved his hand wildly toward her. "Hatred, this hostility, all of this! What have I done to deserve it?" He asked, real palpable pain so very obvious in his voice. "I don't expect anything from you Don, I wouldn't put expectations on you, and I would never want you to go back to Lucy, or anyone like that..."
He shook his head, his fiery hair whipping back and forth. "I just about lost..." He stopped, then shook his head again looking toward the floor. "I don't know what's going on Don, but I do want to help, I..." Silence fell over him as he stood there, his eyes slowly coming up to look towards his lovers again. Pain the most obvious emotion the vampire was feeling. What had happened?
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Don
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Post by Don on May 31, 2016 10:11:17 GMT
Her fingers rose and gently probed her stomach, still flat. Fear pulsed through her and made her feel physically sick, pained. She wanted to tell him, desperately, to beg for his forgiveness, but she couldn't. The words died just behind her lips and the tears continued to fall. What could she do? What could she say? She had already gone too far, done too much to the redheaded vampire. She should have stopped long before then.
Forcing her hands away from the secret she didn't want to keep, she violently wiped at her eyes, pushing the tears away. The emotions that had been so strong seemed to die, melting away. She still couldn't look at him and speaking physically hurt. Crossing her arms, she tucked her hands under her arms, pulling her knees up and pressing her thighs against her chest as forcefully as she could manage, as if she were protecting herself. Subconsciously, she was trying to protect him, to keep him as separated from their problem as she could. That isn't, however, at all how it appeared.
It seemed as if she were trying to keep herself as far away from him as she could manage. "Just go," she muttered, resting her tear covered cheek against her knee. She sounded defeated, voice barely audible. "Just fucking get out of here..." Don audibly choked up, hands balling into fists as she tried not to sob again. "You can't help this. You've already done enough."
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Post by Eto on May 31, 2016 10:22:11 GMT
Eto's shoulders dropped as she spoke, his heart fell in his chest and he nodded quietly. Whatever it was Don was going through, he was most certainly not invited. With a gentle sigh he looked toward her beautiful kaleidoscope eyes. "If you need me you know how to find me..." With that the vampire simply vanished from the room, returning to the Sakura Place Complex, to his penthouse apartment that still had a half smoked pack of cigarettes on the end table. Eto looked away from the pack with a heaviness in his heart. The night had already been painful, both physically and mentally. Add whatever just happened with Don and the mercenary was through. He didn't have anything left to give anyone. Turning from the bed he walked into one of the spare bedrooms.
Inside there was only one object, an obsidian coffin resting in the center of the floor of the room. The place he'd spend the rest of his evening and then the next day. He needed the comfort of his own coffin, needed the familiarity. If every part of his world exploded, at least he'd have something to hold onto. That thought hurt more than he thought it would have. Something, not someone. With a soft sight he walked over to his coffin, shifting the lid to one side. Giving his apartment one last glance he slid down to lay in it's comfortable black embrace and pulled the lid closed. It sealed with a mechanical hiss. And Eto would spend the next twenty four hours inside.
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Don
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Post by Don on May 31, 2016 10:29:39 GMT
Eto vanished from her room just as she let out an agonized cry, digging her nails into her shins. The skin gave way and broke, his blood beginning to welt and slip down the length of her legs. The tears fell, her stomach turned, and she let herself sob into the silent room. There was nobody there to hold her, to comfort her as she cried, and it was something she found she was no longer familiar with. She had gotten used to him being there, to his scent invading her nose and the rise and fall of his chest lulling her to sleep.
She raised her hands, lifting the shirt and burying her face into what was left of Eto. If she needed him? She was desperate for him. She wanted him there, with her. She wanted him to tell her it would all be okay. But it wasn't. She was chasing him away. Whatever happened, it was all her fault. Whatever pain either felt, it was at her own hand.
"I'm sorry," she said to the air where he had just stood. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry..." She continued to repeat herself, then reached out, grabbing the one person she knew to call... the only person from her past that might have something akin to an answer. "Dominique. God, Dom, please."
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