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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 15, 2008 23:30:59 GMT -8
"Yes, I did," she said with no hint of remorse. She'd done it on purpose. It was all just a game to her.
But there was something wrong tonight, something wrong with him. His hand on her wrist... it hurt, but yet it didn't. The feeling was distracting, a kind of tingle that brushed across the skin, through her veins and across her senses. At first, she felt a flare of denial, and then anger. The game was starting to crash around her, and now, she was truly angry. She wanted to kill, to lash out at the person causing this strange event upon her.
"What... are... you doing?" she hissed between clenched teeth. Her shoulders tensed again, but this time she wasn't faking it. Her survival instinct was kicking in. Fight or flee. She wanted to run, to hurt him just to get him to let go.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 15, 2008 23:47:44 GMT -8
No. No, and no, and again: No. Darren refuses. Darren utterly refuses. His pupils dilate -- animal. The autumn flux of his iris become completely black. He felt this -- once before. Oh, yes. Yes, yes he did.
"Dear God," he says, mild. "I would like to report a mistake in your filing system."
The last five words are velvet, yes, but they are also violent, violence sheathed, such gentle and unshakable savagery. He's still holding her just as tight. Tighter, maybe. Eve was going to wonder what the hell happened.
Eve was going to have some bruises. For a while. Call 'em love letters. Otherwise, he is so completely still -- and Eve (Hunter) is seeing what no one has in the last century. A Darren who is at a loss. A Darren who doesn't immediately know what to do.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 15, 2008 23:52:49 GMT -8
"Let go of me," she said, tugging her wrist in a not-so-gentle way. It hurt more, and she felt the bones of her wrist grinding together. It didn't stop her. "Let go, and we'll forget this ever happened."
She had no need for this. Soulmates. Pfft. So trivial, so primal. And to such a loathesome creature? She refused to believe this nonsense. No. Just no.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 15, 2008 23:56:34 GMT -8
"Is this what your superior girl's quick thinking comes up with?" And still, his voice is velvet drawn across the skin. And dark, yes. Laced with mockery. "'Let me go, and we'll pretend this never happened.' Really? You think that's how it works?"
There are other factors, of course. Her, just knowing about vampires, is a breach of Night World Law -- and unlike all the new hippy daybreakers and the vampires who've gone soft? Darren upholds it.
But that's not what he's talking about.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 16, 2008 0:03:44 GMT -8
"Fine, if you wish to play it that way," she said haughtily.
What he'd forgotten was that one of her hands was still free. He'd underestimated her, and that dagger was not all she had. So, it was without any sense of propriety or decency that she stuck her hand up her shirt and pulled a revolver out of the holster there. And quicker than what was normal for most, she aimed it at his kneecap and pulled the trigger. With lovely wood-tipped bullets.
"You also, are not a very quick thinker. Never catch a hunter and leave her with a free hand."
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Post by shinigami on Jul 16, 2008 0:20:30 GMT -8
He does say something. There is a human word in the middle of the -- well, the snarl -- of sheer anger or surprise or something else, maybe shame, when she shoots him in the kneecap. Because she does. There's just no getting around it.
He was caught offguard. His knee cap is -- less than whole. There's blood, there's bone-chips; there's gore, there's gruesome; there's a ruined pair of pants.
Darren bats her aside as he goes down. For some reason, he'll never be able to explain it satisfactorily, he doesn't snap her wrist, too. Leaves her arm intact. Doesn't even rip it out. That isn't what his first instinct -- the soul-deep one, the one that isn't flesh-deep, bone-deep -- wants to do.
But he does bat her aside. And -- well, Eve is to Darren as ball-of-yarn is to BIG CAT, and she should go flying into the wall.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 16, 2008 0:31:33 GMT -8
Ouch. And flying into a wall she did. With a sickening thud, and left a nice dent in the wall while she was at it. Complimentary!
She groaned, because it really did hurt. Eve was gonna be seriously hurting in the morning. Wouldn't be the first time. Maybe it would finally push the girl over the edge? Now there would be something interesting.
The hunter part was tempted to get up, to go back over and shoot him some more just for hurting her. Tempted to pull out the seven other weapons she had on her person and put them all to good use. But what was the use of survival instincts if she didn't listen to them? Her instincts said flee.
It was why she'd shot him in the first place. To get him to let go of her so she could run. She didn't need no stinkin' Fate messing with her. She refused.
So it was with much effort that she managed to stumble to her feet. The room rocked, her vision blurred, and her ears were ringing.
"I have a body..." she groaned, stumbling in the opposite direction that Darren was in, "And it's name is PAIN."
She fell against the bar, but she didn't drop to the ground. She used it as leverage to get to the exit. So close.... just a little more... And she was nothing if not stubborn. Her hand collided with the doorknob... and then she was falling. Falling into darkness, the type where she'd lose control, and Eve would wake hours later in another location, unaware of what had transpired. And her body would still be made up of pain.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 16, 2008 0:40:04 GMT -8
This IS a quandry.
He should punch out with his Mind. Hold her still; hold her. Hold her so still she can't breathe; hold her. Hold her so still that she can't think of anything but how much it would hurt when he bit her; how much she wanted it; hold her. He should at very least let the bouncers know not to let her out again because she was a threat who needed to be eliminated.
But then they'd know just how weak he'd just been.
That wasn't going to happen. He curses, under his breath, and examines his knee. Luckily, the bullet passed right through, so healing -- it was going to be a bitch. But it wasn't going to be as big a bitch as it COULD be.
"I will teach you," he murmurs, "the meaning of pain, little girl."
How could this happen again? His soul mate could NOT be a human. NO. And in this, at least, the two are one: Refusal.
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