The Bitter Cruel System

[Janet Numan]

Sure, Janet could have skipped out of her detention, but what would that get her? Last year, last chance and for sure the last opportunity she would have to make the school any better. Her mission to out this terrible creature that was plaguing her very existence.

Professor Wilde.

Sure everyone love him, because they were so blinded by that façade that vampires put front. He was good, she had to admit it, but she hated him to the very core. Detention was like a smack in the face, saying that he could make her come alone to his office any time he wanted. She was less then careful showing her displeasure, so detention was not that far off the radar. In fact it might look odd if she did not get detention, after all the problems she held for him.

What made things even worse were her therapy sections, after the last encounter they used her to see why she had… fell off the wagon with her magic. Instantly her doctor seemed to know she was using more magic than she was ready for, mentally that is. Even suggested she take time off from her captain duties, hell no! She was not going to let him take that away from her too.

So after her classes were finished Janet headed to that dark and dreaded place he called an office. How many students was he mistreating, how many had he hurt, how many has he killed?

Still in her school uniform the student to professor stature was a bit more prominent, visually speaking. That she was sure did not have any effect on whatever he had planned either. That spell she cast on him would be worn off soon, good thing because she felt the constant cold of his presence, even when he was not around. Whether it was the spell or not.

Curiously too, had he looked into her any? She had been doing all she could to find about him, knowing the enemy is key to defeat. Sure her past made her easy picking in most ceases, legally speaking. But it was also a sign that she was rather strong and as he already known very stubborn.

And so she walked into his office, took a seat with arms and legs crossed a frowning and stern face as she could only imagine what was in store for her evening. And she had no idea what to expect…

[damien wilde]

he licked his lips and he said
girl, you look good enough to eat

He was livid. He had been angry since she'd cursed him into oblivion. And every day in class, she had been the epitome of unpleasant. She had done things to the point where it was a damn miracle that Damien hadn't snapped her neck in the middle of class. To top off her less than ideal behavior, that damn curse she'd placed on him had him desperately gnawing at himself - how pitiful was that? The stride into his office showcased how he felt, his feet angrily hit the ground, disregarding all vampiric grace.

He opened the door, greeted by her stubborn presence, her frown. "You've been a bad girl, Janet... A very, very bad girl," He leaned into her from behind, he hissed in her ear. He was furious. "You're lucky I don't make you clean my classroom with a damn tooth brush. With me watching you, of course, in that little fucking school skirt," he referenced to the girl's classic uniform, though she should be pleased that she'd gotten to him.

"I bet you're delighted that you've gotten under my skin, hm?" he let out a bitter chuckle, throwing a stapler off of his desk, right past her head. He now leaned on the cleared spot, tilting his head in the most sadistic way. He looked down on her, staring at the stubborn student with distaste. Of course, by getting under his skin - well, it held a double meaning.

"Sneaky, using my own tactics against me," he circled around her, until he once again was behind her back. "Look what you've done to me, princess," He pulled his sleeve back, revealing his forearm. On his porcelain skin there countless bites - it was a gruesome sight, in fact. He'd lost count of the times he'd lost control and bit himself mercilessly. He was full of blood that didn't satisfy him; he was starving. And thus, those many scars and open wounds were not healing.

Damien then pulled her head back, by her hair, so that she was forced to look at him. "You deserve a nice punishment for fucking with a professor - with me. And in class, you're just wretched. Now, what should be your punishment?" The infamous smirk finally returned, lighting something other than hate in his eyes.

[Janet Numan]

Sure, angry fed him, or was it more? She almost wante to just sit there, without speaking and let him just scream with all his rage, it for some odd reason did no scare her. She had affected him. Not that she was all that happy about it either, but getting under his skin did have its benefits. However at what price would she have to pay? This little game of cat and mouse was not so fun, and never was. Her distaste was not hidden, and clearly this detention was not going to be that of the traditional means, writing lines did not seem like Professors Wilde thing…

“Really that would satisfy you?” She knew that the silent treatment was not going to work, not that her sharp tongue would help any either. He was sick and twisted, the pure definition of what she was fighting before. He made her believe that what she was doing was more then worth it, but she also knew very well that things where not so crystal clear. She shrugged it off, still in her stern arms crossed form.

“It tends to work much better in groups, you know. However the results are quite fascinating.” She said looking at his arms. Yes in the past she used it on groups of vampires that would feed and kill each other off. That was the easy battle. This however was proving to challenge her in so many ways.

So many times she was tempted to use her in born magic, but that was challenging. She did not want to give away too much of her abilities, it was best to keep some things to yourself. One thing he really helped her with was her closed mind, she had been letting herself open up, and try to be a person again but now she was like a stone wall all over again. Good or bad.

“Did you expect me to be sweet to you?” she batted her eyes, the idea made her laugh inside, because it was so sarcastic. However there was no way she would ever be nice to that thing. He did not hide his horrible nature from her, so she knew what he was. She did not care why, or where or even how long he had been doing this, all she knew was he should have been killed long before.

“Well that is not going to happen.” She added flatly, it hurt when he pulled her back but she was strong and did not flinch. The stapler did make he heart skip a beat but it was nothing really. Not what she was in the past anyway.

[damien wilde]

he licked his lips and he said
girl, you look good enough to eat

"Actually, yes, Janet, it would satisfy me. Degrading you would tickle my fancy," he spoke her name as if it were poisonous. He spoke to her sarcastically, though he meant every word he said - simply exaggeration. "But lucky for you, I'm nicer than that," he smiled at her, flashing pearly whites - all blunt teeth, no fangs. Not yet. He could still drain her, regardless of caring for the taste of his own blood. He would do it for the mere satisfaction.

He chuckled bitterly at her. "I guess you've practiced then, hmm," he eyed her suspiciously. "I would offer you a reversal from my spell in return for yours, but I don't trust you. You'd tattle-tale," he pouted at her, teasing her in spite of everything. In spite of his rage.

She spoke about being sweet, and he knelt in front of her, his face completely softening. He touched her face with his hand, cradling it. "It would be much easier if you were, stubborn girl," he tsked at her, before standing up, meanwhile grabbing her and holding her up by her arms. "I know it's not. Which is why, I think I need to... Throw you..." with those words, he tossed her body out of his office door, letting it fly well into the classroom. Instead of letting her human body crash into the stone floor, or the desks, he was there. He took the force of his throw, capturing her. He pushed her into a chair, grabbing each wrist and pinning her against the desk. Damien leaned down, letting out a breath. "That helped. I have a lot of pent up anger, you know."

"Now, please reverse the spell?" he looked at her with his eyes, they suddenly became large, innocent - he may have been pleading, but he wasn't faking. "And I may be asking nicely now, but I won't hesitate to force it out of you." Damien could reverse it himself if he really wanted to - but the thoughts of forcing it out of her were much more tempting.

He grabbed her hand, tugged her up alongside him, "Oops, now how did we get out here?" he teased with her, though he held no emotion in his voice. He pulled her with him, back to his office. This time he shut the door. The office was dark, other than a few torches illuminating the space. "I'm offering you an easy way out - stop making me gnaw on myself like a fucking puppy, and I'll go easy on you. Maybe I won't do anything. I'll give you a slap on the wrist for being a little bitch and then you can be on your way." Damien leaned against his desk again, grabbing her chin with between his fingers, forcing her to look directly at him.

"Or we do this the hard way. A detention you surely won't appreciate. I might just be feeling nasty enough to shackle you to my fucking floor and do whatever the hell I please to you. I'll make you bleed regardless of this little spell," he let go of her face, looking away from her. "Your call, Janet, what will it be?" Damien looked back to her, his crystalline eyes filled the anger he was still feeling.

Hell hath no fury like a vampire scorned.

[Janet Numan]

Janet could have came back with a number of things, but she didn’t. Should she tell him what degrading really was? That idea of it satisfying him really did not fit in her mind. No that would not be enough. And she knew that even if this continued being degraded was the least of her concerns. Nicer?, did he really think he was nicer? He was playing her like a worn out game board. It was one of the games that never seemed to end until one player finally called it quits. Both parties never satisfied with the end results.

“And why would you think I would keep your little sick plans all to yourself?” she spat in his face, literally.

“I haven’t been sweet since my first year.” She gave him a matter of fact look, yes she was once sweet, she was a cute little girl once who loved butterflies, and actually liked her brother. But things changed, her brother died and butterflies became a ridicules thought. She even wondered if she would be alive now if she had not gone down the wrong path.

Sure enough Janet should have expected this, not matter how strong she was she was no match for a vampire, and one of his age and experience she knew that she was only alive because he let her be. It did not stop her from fighting it every minute of each day. Hey if she was dead, she wouldn’t have to deal with any of this anymore. She did scream, slightly, soft and a surprised scream, and there was no doubt that it hurt. It did not make things better that he was there to catch her again.

“I couldn’t tell.” She said squirming her wrists under his hands, not that it made any difference. Her words were still strong, even though she just let out a girlish squeak of fear being tossed into the classroom.

She had the hardest time figuring him out, she pegged it up to being purely insane, and lets face it she knew crazy. “If you’re so smart then why not fix it yourself?” yes, she was just throwing gas on fire. But she was at detention, a known visit. It was the moments with him that she realized how much the school took for granted, alone with a professor shouldn’t be a problem, but it was a big one. Were there other professors like this lingering about? Twisted she thought.

She felt like a rag doll as he pulled her back into his office and closed the door. She was surprised that it worked so nicely, but not good enough… he was still standing in front of her. “I highly doubt that you are such the chivalrous man that you would be so inclined to let me go being so hungry.” She said frustrated that it had come this far. The spell should wear off soon, she never had to counter it before, granted prior cases all died too.

“You’re so overdramatic, it’s only a temporary spell.” She said flatly but thoughtchilds play really, not coating it or even caring about it, because he was clearly going to do whatever it was he was going to do regardless. However the idea of his second option really did not settle well, she was more for a girl of action and hated the fact that she was the damsel in distress.

[damien wilde]

he licked his lips and he said
girl, you look good enough to eat

"I know you wouldn't keep them to yourself, you little saint. Hence me keeping my curse over your head," he said, while gently squeezing her cheek - as if she were nothing more than a baby. And compared to his age, she in fact was.

"Pity. Though I can't picture you being sweet anyway. That's okay, I like you feisty," He shrugged. Damien was always one for a challenge. He wanted to get under her skin, quite badly. He wanted to do something to her that she'd despise. She fucked up his kill, and he was going screw her over for that.

"You're really a treat, you know?" he sighed at her, chuckling as his strong hands prevented her from pulling any of the bitchy little moves she surely held up her sleeve. He pouted at her before preparing to hold her captive in his office. "But forcing it out of you is going to be so much more fun!" Within moments they were in his office, and he was watching her like a hawk - he wouldn't be surprised if she had a stake on her somewhere.

His eyes were always penetrating, always wild. He listened to every word. "Actually, I would have been chivalrous enough to let you go," he looked at her, honesty pooling in his usually calculating gaze. "Key words being 'would' and 'have'. But since you seem to like things difficult..." His worlds trailed off, before something in his eyes changed once again.

It may have taken less than a minute, his actions were so fast. Buzzing at top vampiric speed, he tore off her robe, pushed her into the chair, waved his wand until she was handcuffed with her hands around her back, and her feet were shackled to the front legs of the non-wooden chair. He wouldn't be stupid this time. But he did leave her with her wand, wherever it was. He didn't leave her completely helpless, although he should have. It wasn't like she could grab her wand any time soon, regardless.

"Yes, clearly I am overdramatic," Damien agreed with her, gesturing toward her captive form. "Temporary? Hm, comforting, I suppose..." He tilted her chin up, and he smiled. "I think I enjoy your girly moments... I heard your little squeaks. Not so damn invincible, are you Janet?" He knelt down for the second time, letting himself more on her level.

"Now, what makes you tick you little fucking holier-than-thou witch?" he questioned her, eyebrows raised. He was still pissed about everything collectively, and he let the emotion overtake him. He dipped his head down, lips touching her thigh before being replaced with fangs. He didn't suck her blood, he simply let his teeth break through her flesh. He switched places, letting bite marks blemish her young skin. "Just returning the favor," it was a hiss, though he hadn't completely transitioned. His face was still beautifully human. A sickening contrast to his behaviour.

Damien pulled and ripped at her shirt until her collarbone and chest were exposed - the control was humiliating enough, he left her enough modesty by not exposing anything she truly wouldn't want exposed. His fangs sunk in just below her collarbone, repeatedly he bit into the area where there were only thin amounts of tissue before bone.

"What a shame you don't have your tasty blood," it was mumbled against her neck, where he grazed his teeth. His hands ran through her hair - revelling in her helplessness. He let his teeth trail from her neck (where he left no visible marks) to the beginnings of her shirt. Once he surpassed the area that would be visible to the public, he let a fang pierce skin, dragging it painfully until he came into contact with her torn shirt.

Damien pouted, watching as the blood seeped through her wounds. "It's just not the same without blood," he let his hands rest on Janet's thighs as he pondered the solution to the spell. He'd looked into it, of course. He'd scouted out and considered ways to reverse it...

[ooc: sorry for the horrible post... XP]

[Janet Numan]

He was in fact a vampire, in every sense of the term. He represented the core of what the evil horrible stories were, and he seemed to like the part. It was so good that Janet had to wonder how long it took him to perfect this ongoing show? She should have been much more prepared, but she was always a bit headstrong, and very often went into danger head first, yes, she could have a death wish… but then again she had made it this far.

She should have known better then to come, she should have just skipped this whole ordeal, really what would they do? It was her last year (finally) they had to let her finish. No. She knew that they did not have to do anything for her, and she had to be a good girl to get her life back on track. But how the hell was she suppose to do that with things like this bastard running around?

Forcing it out of her was really not going to work, another idea she should have thought through more. She had never had to counter it, so she just never even cared. That idea was not going to be expressed, just like he was ever so convincing that he knew everything. They were so much a like it was sickening to think, and Janet avoided those ideas.

Janet did not like things difficult, but for her that was the only way she knew. Easy just didn’t cut it, and lets face it, nothing came easy to Janet. She had to work damn hard to get her magic where it was, and now she had to work harder to suppress it… the situation did not make it any better.

Janet wanted desperately to wiggle out of the ever too quick bondage she was place in, but she figured squirming would not make things better, as much as she wanted to pull tug and get the hell out of there. “Clearly.” She said almost at low grown of pure frustration, and did I mention anger.

Invincible? Janet never once thought of herself as that. She had so many scars physical and mental, been in and out of the hospital too many times. She thought she was anything but invincible, she felt weak. And being his little rag doll really was making her disgusted, but more so on how she got into this predicament.

This is a god damn school! She had to run in her head, was it ever really safe? Didn’t they tighten security after that dreaded dance, which again she was severely hurt in. She was sure lucky that the nurses were so good, because she would be a one armed freak at best.

What made her tick, she would like to know that herself, but that did not seem like the time to be getting all psychological either. How many times did she think of using her powers to make her appearance into a man, or some hideous creature, but she did not want to let him know all her cards either.

She could help the temptation to try and kick him as he bit her thigh, sure it did not work, but sitting there was not doing any good either. Where was anyone? It was a first time that Janet was actually hoping to help, and wished someone would walk in. However at the same time she worried about it, if someone came in he would likely kill them right in front of her, she had to regain control.

Another bite, she was hot, sick and breaking a sweat, the physical body does what it well, without any thoughts of the outcome. She had weapons on her, but he was too quick to even let her use them, was it crazy she thought she had a chance? “That’s the point.” She said in a low and horse tone. This type of torture was demeaning, but it hadn’t been the first time she wascaptured but they never knew who she really was. She had done so well, maybe she should have just ran off and started new, fresh. But she had to face her demons, and this one was more then just mental.

She should have done more study on her powers, only being able to manipulate wood was starting to have it’s downsides. Thus another point in considering why she did not want him to have all the cards in his court. She still couldn’t tell if this…persona… was an act or the real thing.

<(its fine, I have a hard time coming up with dialog though, hope it's okay)>

[damien wilde]

he licked his lips and he said
girl, you look good enough to eat

"Bored already," he sighed the words aloud, tracing the contours of her thigh, watching how blood smeared against her creamy skin. He would have liked to suck the blood from his fingers, as he was aware of how she tasted. Yet, with the spell he would have been better off to stab himself, drinking himself idiotically - as he had been for days now. He was absolutely starving, having barely fed since the spell had taken full effect.

So needless to say, his heartless actions were stemmed from his anger. It had increased, collectively since she'd went crazy on him, casting spells and screwing him over. Not to mention her stubborn behaviour in class. Perhaps it was understandable, but if she had more readily complied he would have proceeded more sweetly.

Damien slipped his hand into his pocket, revealing his wand. He smirked at her, both evil and gorgeous. He trailed his wand along her neck, sliding it down her chest. Once the utensil reached mid-chest, it glowed, white-hot, searing into her skin. Damien left it there for a mere moment, just long enough for the excruciating pain to settle in. He pulled it back, blowing on the tip for dramatics. "This is more fun," a sinister, yet child-like happiness appeared on his face.

He despised her - plain and simple.

Janet had hurt him enough that he felt the need to get back at her. He had good reason to inflict pain upon her; an excuse for his actions. Damien slipped one of her legs over his shoulder, teasing her flesh with the scalding wand tip. He simultaneously stroked her thigh, burning his hand in the process. He didn't even flinch at the intensity of the temperature, essentially showing off his tolerance for pain, his superiority - to taunt Janet.

Damien watched the wand burn into her flesh; shattering the perfection of her youthful leg. Of course, the wand was fuelled by magic - and he'd conjured the spell in such a way that it would leave no permanent scarring. He pushed her skirt back with the wand, continually burning her skin, almost reaching her hip, but he stopped, and returned the favour to the other leg. He wanted her screams to resound in his ears, to give him the satisfaction of seeing the strong and determined girl give way to her femininity, her frailty as a human.

Moving his attention away from her legs, he brought his strong hands to her top, with ease completely tearing the garment; until her stomach was naked. He gave her a sympathetic pout; a mockery of her condition, before pressing his face to her lower abdomen. He nuzzled her belly, before sinking his fangs into her hip bone, sucking blood from her regardless of the taste. Damien took the wand-turned-weapon, plunging it into her stomach. He did this several times, hoping to have Janet faint helplessly, weak.

[Janet Numan]

Again Janet was questioning her own frame of mind even coming to his office, alone. She was learning around d the spell, she could clearly sat she disliked him, but not why. She could say she rather not be alone with him, but not why. It seemed as the why part was what always got in the way.

She had to do something because just sitting around being his toy was no game she wanted to be a part of. This school was ridiculous, and she was coming to terms that perhaps it was Hogwarts that made her turn to the dark side. It was so abundantly obvious yet ignored by anyone who cared.

Torture. One had to prepare for it. It was not something that was easy to get past, and it remained with you forever, no matter how hard you try to block it out. Janet tried to zone out, knowing that she had to focus if she was going to get out of this with some sort of dignity.

She had to think of… son of a bitch she cringed as the pain serried in her chest. As said, you really can’t ignore the pain, and block out the reality of it. (However unreal it may seem.) The pain made it harder for the girl to concentrate on anything that would get her out of this, with his hunger reversing the spell would likely mean death. Face it she was the closest victim. So no, that was not an option.

Tears formed in her eyes, she couldn’t help it. As his wand moved, and as he moved. She wanted to scream, but knew he wanted it more. concentrate Janet. she told herself. She had to block it out, get her mind on right.

Need a charm she felt so much of the pain, but her face a stone, washed with tears, gritting her teeth, and her body shaking. Then he bit her hip, she screamed, not of fear but of pain. She had to take the chance, make him the opposite… make him …

A rumble as the stone floor seemed to shake, Janet’s eyes in focus o n something unseen as branches started breaking from the stone to pull him away from her. It hurt like hell, but she knew that this was nothing that could be. As the tree formed to hold him back she managed to get her wand from the slip in the back of her robes. Holding it behind her back would prove a different task, but she used the trees to wedge and break her restraints. This cut her wrists in the process but now she had her wand, and it was pointed right at him…

“farlo sente, lo fa piange, disegna dall'esterno in” she chanted this twice, never having cast this sort of charm she only hoped that it would have the beneficial results. It was intended for those with a soul. However she hoped it would at least stop him from continuing. As she has spent all too much of her magic, (the trees where losing their strength) the pain and blood was making her dizzy, and she was sure that was what he had intended. Would she wake up this time?

<{(So the spell translates to: make him feel, make him weep, draw from the outside in: the idea being that he looks so nice on the outside, make that show on the inside. Kinda reverse from the norm(you are only as pretty as you are inside idea). Hope it make sense! and I hope this is okay.)}>

[damien wilde]

he licked his lips and he said
girl, you look good enough to eat

The unbearable pain registered on her face, her taut body... Damien was satisfied, to his vampiric core that he got to her. Her pain, her tears - a true success, really. He had intended that the little bitch would pay, and pay she did. He thought of how far he could take this, breaking her until she was forced to beg him to pick her up once more.

His thoughts resounded, sickly in his head. He managed a cruel smirk at her struggle, for any sign of his caring resulted in her screwing him over. He would no longer be a fool. Janet had ruined many things for him in the short time he'd known her, and his only plans for her were those of devastation. There would be no more sympathy for her tears; he would drink them in, revel in the gradual showing of her weakness.

There was nothing he wanted more than Janet to be broken. If he broke her, she could become whatever he wanted her to be - and he would drive her there, bite by bite if he had to.

She was, however, full of surprises. Never truly allowed Damien to savour the moments in which he held her, helpless. Again, her damned abilities with nature surrounded him, providing her an outlet - the nasty little witch casting out yet another spell. He knew, as it came at him that it would be another spell detrimental to his reputation and sanity.

Damien managed to pull free from the weakening trees, though the light of the spell hit him, full force. And his world entirely changed. The walls he'd spent so long building, the image of himself that bitterness and anger had caused shattered before him. He was left vulnerable, he was left as nothing but himself.

"No, no no no," he begged helplessly as the feelings overtook him; emotions strong enough to kill him. The most painful of all - guilt, remorse. He could see it with his own two eyes. "I didn't do this to you, I couldn't have..." he looked up at Janet, innocent tears cascading, helplessly down his cheeks.

Damien ran to her side, physically breaking the restraints he had upon her. He gently pulled her to her feet, wrapping his own robe around her, an attempt to rebuild her torn attire. He pulled her close with the garment on, hugging her like a child would an unfamiliar adult. Cautious.

Though the feelings hit him, like a wave of nausea. His began sobbing, desperately into the crook of her neck. He couldn't handle what he'd done to her. What he'd done to the others. The reality hit him so painfully that he was reduced to a pathetic mess of tears. It was beyond his control.

She took away his control.

"I'm... So so sorry, Janet... I am, I'll t-t-take you to the hospital... Or or or heal you n-now... Whatever you... Want..." There was no logical explanation, other than magic, that would justify a vampire torturing a young girl to suddenly begin sobbing, helplessly against her frail shoulder. He clutched her as if she were his only life source, though it was gentle as he had no intention of causing her a fraction more of harm.

[Janet Numan]

Should she have tried even harder to hold back he might have enjoyed it more. Sometimes Janet wondered why she did this to herself. She placed herself in such predictable situations. She did not really think about future things, just immediate gains. Perhaps that was her downfall. Casting a spell on a very smart (and old) vampire like she did was foolish at best. But at the moment that was all she thought about. It would stall the situation for the time being, at least.

She hated how he pushed her to the breaking point, and if anyone would he was going to test her. In a way it was proving to her that she was getting a handle on her magic again. Even though it seemed to be only in dire need of pain and fear that she used it. In fact it was him that made her stronger, she had to be… to survive.

The spell had to have hit him, but she was not sure what to expect. It was not a new spell, kinda old school in a way. Clearly it was not something that was often used, but Janet had been doing a lot of reading on vampires and anything that was around them. Funny when she hunted them she just went out with a few bits of information, but when she was the prey she had to be prepared. So much for her idea of being good at defensive spells. Ironic really…

Then it all changed.

She was feeling so dizzy, and she even thought that it was strange how much pain still hurt, no matter how much you felt in the past, it never got easier. If someone told you it did, they were lying.

Was he laughing? Janet really thought she had screwed up the spell, because she couldn’t tell what was going on. No, he was crying.

He broke her free, was this an act? A psycho then a saint? She pushed away from him, but it was weak, especially for Janet. It took her a few more minutes to realize her charm worked, but what did that mean?

She still did not trust him, she still hated him, and she still wanted him to jump out a window into a sharp pile of rocks. But now, now he was acting like a sad puppy, desperate for the okay that it was just a mistake, they can get out of time-out now. But Janet had to mental wrap around how different her spell had made him, and she worried how long it would last, or if again he was acting it out just to get his kicks. Because he might have known what spell it was.

Indecision.

“What… no…” she pushed him away from her, rejection. She did not believe she could have managed the charm. She still felt the pain, and was still bleeding from her hip, even though she had forgotten she was bleeding, because he was so different. She focused more on the situation, if this was real she had her chance, in a way. “NO!” she said at the idea of him using magic on her. It was a reasonable reaction, after all. Leaving this room, and not being alone with him was a far better alternative, even if he was all, nicey now.

She tried to leave but she was not making it well, a bit wobbly, and in fact she looked a bit drunk. She leaned on the door frame for support. “Will you really… bring me to the hospital or are you just …. “ She talked slowly, wanting to bite her own tongue off, asking or help was one thing, but from him…

[damien wilde]

[ next post in the hospital wing ]