i won't linger in the darkness [damien/vincent]

[chaz]

i won't linger in the darkness ,,

i closed my eyes desperation as i listened to my father talk to my mother. i reeked with the scent of wolf, which wasn't good for me. my eyes flashed open as i listened to them talk, though they were talking to low and in which case my dad was talking to her over the phone. i stood and walked out of the house. i wanted away from the man. i ignored some men of my 'pack' as i walked pased, their eyes bore into my back. it made me wonder how i was apart of it even though i was human. i had yet to find a man and i hit my twenties, which my father didn't approve of. i didn't want a man, i was better off without one i must say. i glanced to the men as they looked at me with curiousity. i didn't want to talk, i was to busy to worry about dogs at the moment. couldn't they let themselves outside and do what they wanted? i didn't have to watch them did i? i sighed shakily as i heard the door open. i listened as steps, i couldn't hear them that well. sucks to be a human sometimes. i paused as i saw a hand, stilling my movements. the hand touched my shoulder and i glanced to my dad as he looked down at me. i heard him mutter something but i couldn't hear the defined words. before i knew it, his hand smacked clear across my face. i yelped out of surprise, landing on the ground at the force. i gripped the ground, my hair covering my face. how dare he. i keep my mouth shut as he walked away. that was all? but that's wasn't all. he picked up by my arm and the beatings started. what pissed me off the most...in front of his men. i didn't make a sound. before i knew it, his fisted met my stomach. i gasped in pain.

3 am in the morning

i woke up screaming and shaking in my place. i was sitting up, my hair in my hands against my skull, gripping the life out of it. i could feel it tearing out of my place. i honestly looked like the dead, well as dead as they come. i took in a shaking breathe. "another nightmare.." i opened my eyes and glanced to my stomach. my tank top wasn't covering it. the bruises on my stomach were clear as day. i sighed. "or not...it was real." i layed back down on the pillow. i couldn't believe i let him touch me again and this time he did it in surprise. why did he do it in front of his men? he never did that. i glanced to the door of my room. i heard something drop and i tensed. who was in my house as 3 in the morning? i stood and walked over to the door, creeping over it. i looked at the door in thought. should i? i jumped hearing it open and before my eyes was one his men. i narrowed my eyes. his eyes were apologic. this man had no mercy on me, he was enoying it with the rest and this was my house. i didn't speak at all as he looked at me desperate for me to do so. i only pointed to my door, i wanted him out of my house. my stomach and face was throbbing with pain. he sighed and left when i closed my eyes. i wanted no sympathy from him. he watched and did nothing. i understood why he just stood there. i wasn't in the mood for their childish play. damn wolves. i grabbed my coat and pulled the coat on. i wanted out of here, the blood reeked in my nose. i hated the smell but i only ever could smell it when damien took it or my father beat me.

i walked out of the house. i only headed to the bridge was to deliever a message to the boys, damien and vincent. i couldn't help but feel safe even though they probably hated me. okay okay, i knew they did. i was only giving them information and their for damien's pleasure. nothing more. a tool and that was only it for me. i didn't mind either. as long as i got some revenge for my father and this time, he was involved in the wolves little plot. a smile graced my face as a wind blew across my face. it felt good on my cheek as i was towards the bridge. i wasn't far since i lived close to it. thank the lord my father lived on the other side, so it was good for the boys. i stopped at the bridge, stopping in the middle of it. i stood there, listening to the water. i tensed hearing the thunder. i grunted as the rain poured in a split second. i once again forgot to check the weather. i hope this doesn't ruin with the boys...i stopped feeling a hot liquid on my stomach, i glanced to it, lifting up the tank top and tensed seeing the blood. "damn it dad." i whimpered and shook a little from the cold. now this i knew wouldn't sit well with them both. i couldn't believe it. he usually dressed my wounds, i gritted my teeth. gripping the wounds. the pain was coming and i bet they already caught my scent. i knew they were on their way. i bite my lip and glanced around. the smell of blood wasn't thick, thanks to the rain but i knew it was still there. i closed my eyes and sat down. the rain wasn't hard on the eyes. maybe that was good. i could see them coming. i glanced to my stomach, grabbing the tank top up looking for the source. i winced feeling the rain land on the wound, i sighed at the marks. "i must of hit some rocks." i relaxed back on bridge, listening to the water below me.

you know i have always wanted a different life. a good one, a job and a good family then maybe after a few years when i was ready. i could settle down and have kids. maybe that was too much to ask for right now. i didn't move an inch, i stayed where i was and listened to the water. i didn't understand my life. did i have a purpose other working for damien and vincent? i shook my head at this. i liked my life right now, but the beatings and my father i could do along wouth just fine. i licked my lips, i held my stomach. i must have strained it from when i walked up here. i hated to bleed. this little meeting wouldn't do well. i stayed where i was. my vision wasn't the greatest thanks to the rain and the blood. my nose was scrunched. what would i say when they smelled the blood? i couldn't say 'oh well my dad beat me again and i thought he dressed me but he didn't and i must have strained the wound and opened. sorry sir.' i grunted at that. i couldn't say such a thing. well he would take my blood for this. i shifted in my place, but made no move to leave before they got here. he knew my blood well, but he didn't care. this much i knew and i would hold onto for a long time until i was no use to him anymore. he was a vampire and he had much he could do without a damn human to ruin it in the process. i lifted my head up to the sky, taking in the rain, hoping it would rid the blood before they got here.

it was the least the rain could do besides freeze me half to death.

you can't keep me low ›› damien and vincent.
you'd have to try ›› 1328 times to do that.
because me and the devil are glory bound.
the sun rises everyday, you can't keep me low baby.
by the way ››
she is bleeding and it's raining.
it's about 3:30 in the morning.
sorry the post is crap. D:
let's play dress up ››
tank top,
rain coat [for them to see her],
jeans,
shoes.

i'll be walking out.

[AKREE]

Normally you wouldn’t expect two vampires standing outside at 3 AM in the middle of what I could say was a rain storm. Yet, why were we doing exactly just that? I could sense Vince’s annoyance, it was almost coming out of him like a smell, I could clearly tell he was annoyed by this little prospect of waiting in the rain. Now, not only did my dear friend hate walking or waiting for that matter in the rain, he also didn’t like the reason why we were waiting. I could just tell him he could leave, but something told me he wouldn’t, and trust me I wasn’t about to go ‘no, Vince leave, it’s better that way and let’s just face it your at least mildly annoyed, so yeah I am right now leave you arsehole.’ No, I wasn’t going to say that because I wanted Vince right here, in fact if I was a little boy and Vince was my big brother I would be hugging his leg right now so he wouldn’t leave. That image was somewhat amusing, especially since I was quiet sure Vincent wouldn’t tolerate little Damien clinging to his leg like so in the soaking rain. In any case the point was, he might be annoyed but he was my friend and he better stick right here in the rain else I might be forced to get some glue… which wouldn’t be exactly nice or pleasant. Though I doubted Vince would miss the chance of a lifetime by leaving now would he? I turned to look sideways at him, both of us dripping wet in this cold rain, of course the cold didn’t bother me, being a vampire, but, the point being we were soaked through and the clothes was clinging to my skin making it more like dead weight and no, I wasn’t wearing a raincoat, I was just standing here in the rain waiting for her…

Now I know how that sounds, right here two guys soaking wet waiting for a girl, but don’t get the wrong idea… ok you can get the wrong idea all you want but I kind of find myself forced to… do what I’m doing which is standing here, soaking wet in the god forsaken rain. Now I’m waiting for none other than my little sex buddy/walking package of information which I may not or may need in the near or far future. Now I know how horrible that sounds, but I suffer from no guilt or anything like that, I don’t think I have that little voice in the back of my head, or maybe it just talks really low… or maybe it’s being drowned by the constant drumming of the rain. Either way, maybe there’s no such thing as a little voice in the back of your head, maybe I should ask Vince, though I wouldn’t be able to really ask him I would have to yell it at him which I didn’t feel like doing. Dumbass rain didn’t even let me have a conversation with my BFF! Yes, my BFF! Exclamation mark necessary because I’m not quite sure mafia heads have many BFF!’s around. Maybe since I couldn’t talk I should try to do something else to annoy Vince, like repeatedly poke his ribs until some verbal reaction came out of him, I was bored here standing in the rain while waiting for some stupid bitch to decide to show herself. Maybe I should try repeatedly poking his ribs. I waited for a while, my eyes boring into the horizon hoping that any moment a figure would step through the rain and be the sign, the sign that I could move away from this fucking rain and this bridge.

…

Ok, absolutely nothing is happening to indicate signs of movement and thus be Carolina there, so Vince my friend I am bored so I will annoy you in an attempt to pull your leg without speaking. I stuck out my index finger and jabbed it between two of Vince’s ribs, not too gently I might add. The action amused me and I was smirking sadistically, well it was causing him annoyance and I hoped his side was sore now, well actually no. I wouldn’t be a very good Damien-friend if that’s what I wanted to happen to Vince, what I meant it would entertain me from my boredom if he came up with one of his… antics… or sayings, those amused me. After that my expression returned to its normal seriousness, as if pretending I hadn’t done anything and I was quiet sure Vince wouldn’t expect me to poke his ribs, that was horribly childish of me but I was bored. Anyway, I focused on the bridge directly in front of me, as if my staring which could be considered glaring but of course would never resemble such because of my incredible patience – would make the figure I was waiting for appear. I heard my own sigh of boredom as I realized nothing was happening any time soon, but at least I had my BFF! To keep me company. That’s right I didn’t need anyoooone else, of course that was my horrible attempt at cheering myself up in this rain. Oh yeah, I also remembered Vince hated waiting… so Carol should better hurry up and get her arse here ‘cause Vince will probably be even more grouchy than he usually is, which won’t be good in her case but would incredibly amuse me in my case. Either way… she just better get her arse here before the sun starts shining else I might be forced to… well I’m not talking about that right at this moment because I’ll find the idea incredibly pleasing and my patience could run thin on purpose, so yeah, just get your arse here Carol.

Anyway, my mental images or messages must have gotten to her because soon I spotted movement in the shape of a bright red raincoat. Words cannot explain the initial relief when I though ‘Thank the devil and all that shit that loves me, no more waiting in the fucking rain.’ Even if I was patient it didn’t I enjoyed standing stock still in the rain while I was soaked to the bone and marrow. I waited for a few seconds before I noticed that she was sort of… wobbling like some kind of red penguin. I would be worried, but I wasn’t, what I thought was something like ‘fuck, just what I needed to make my night so much better.’ Even so I decided to let her wobble her arse over here, but of course the red penguin slinked to the floor and this time I had no choice but to make my way towards her, which I can tell you is fucking annoying, because I wasn’t already soaked through. I side glanced at Vince hoping he got the message that I was dragging him with me towards Carol even if he liked it or not and I made myself move forward. Eventually I made it to the red coat to catch sweet smelling Carol sprawled on the ground looking at the sky like a moron. Of course I wasn’t about to hint her how delicious it would look if I just drained her corpse from blood and threw her down the river because that wouldn’t be polite. No, it wouldn’t, what would be polite was to see why the fuck was she doing on the floor starring at the sky when she should be walking. That’s when I realized the little reason why Carol smelled so sweet, it would be because she’s bleeding, her lovely blood trickling from a wound on her stomach. Fuck now I better just hold my breath like a good little boy and not go munching on her jugular, fuuuuuuck.

Ok you need calm, just breathe in and breathe out, good boy. Now just deal with your little delusional human… companion… thing.

Anyway, I made myself scrunch down to her current height so I could inspect the wound better, wordlessly I raised the part of her tank top that was covering her stomach and lightly ran my fingers across the wound. It wasn’t that bad, she just needed to disinfect it and dress it up all nice and clean… not move to harshly would help to which just destroyed my hopes on getting some pleasure in the morning but oh well, fucking little bitch must have something to tell me and that would make up for it. The wound was a sickly purple, a single slash in the middle of all this dark purple. Eh, must have been punched… quite hard actually but that wasn’t important. She would live, now I just needed to get her out of here before she got the damned thing infected. Now why did humans have to be such weakling sometimes? Really, I had no problem with humans, it was just that you had to be so careful around them, they were fragile and whatnot and it sucked that they were hurt so easily. If not I wouldn’t find myself in this predicament of being all polite. Anyway after I was quite sure she wouldn’t die this way I turned to her. ”Looks like you got someone mad?” I inquired, politely and patiently, quite sure that my thought weren’t showing through and hoping she wouldn’t mind if I decided I had enough of the rain and just yanked her of the ground. I didn’t feel like waiting until she felt well enough to walk at the moment.

[DODES]

Darkness had long since settled over London. Not even the stars could be seen behind the mask of clouds as rain drenched the city. The rain’s constant patter as it landed disrupted what would otherwise be a quiet, peaceful night. Really, the sound as the droplets of water splattered against the concrete almost in unison was enough to rattle any vampire’s ears—and of course, I was lucky enough to be one of those vampires. Amongst all this rain stood my lanky figure, clad in a now soaked suit jacket with an equally soaked button-up shirt beneath it that was untidily untucked from my also soaked suit pants. My arms were crossed over my chest as I leaned against the metal ledge of the bridge, contemplating whether or not I should bother lighting a cigarette. I really shouldn’t because this damn rain would most likely extinguish it, but god, I was bored as hell. Not only was I getting soaked by the pouring rain, but I was stuck waiting here. Now if you knew me at all, you should know how much I despised waiting. It was so pointless. What the hell are you supposed to do while waiting? Stand there? Yeah, seems like it, because that’s all I was doing. That’s all Damien was doing, too, which I found a bit displeasing. I mean, we were standing right next to each other, both doing a shit load of nothing—the least he could do was say something so at least we wouldn’t be as bored while we waited, but then again, the sound of rain was so feverish and constant that it drowned out almost every other noise—he would practically have to shout to get my attention. It wasn’t like I was going through that sort of trouble just to talk to him, either, and therefore I really shouldn’t be complaining about it.

But what I could complain about, though, was how inconvenient this goddamn rain is. Standing around waiting is bad enough, but did it really have to be while it was pouring? No, I don’t think so. The world is just plotting against me, I believe.

…

Yeah, dream on, Vince. You just wish you’re that important. But really, do people really think that I want to be drenched while wearing my clothes? I certainly hope not, because that is exactly the opposite of what I want. I’d much rather be drenched either without my clothes on, or not drenched at all, because now I felt like there was a wet, itchy rag clinging to my skin. In fact, why the hell am I wearing this suit jacket? It was just absorbing more rain water and being a dead weight, and since I am a vampire, I’d feel no colder or warmer than I do now if it was off—plus, I never did like wearing it anyway. Much too professional for me. With this in mind, I shrugged it off, which was much more difficult than it sounds because, since it was soaking wet, the jacket and the shirt sort of clung together and I had to peel it off. But eventually, after some time and effort, it was off, and I really had no idea what to do with it as I held onto it with my hand. Well, water is literally dripping from it, and it was clinging to me like a wet rag, so I may as well treat it like one and wring it out. I grasped the jacket at both ends, very literally treating it as if it were an old rag other than a part of an expensive suit as I twisted one hand in one direction and the other hand in the other, producing additional rivulets of water that fell to the bridge’s already water-ridden path. I had contemplated just throwing the jacket down into the river—I certainly wouldn’t miss it too much—but thought it could still be of use to me and throwing it away just because I didn’t feel like carrying it would be a bit of a waste and instead I slung it over my shoulder. I then realized how pointless taking it off was if I was simply going to carry it around on my shoulder—it would still be dead weight this way—but then reasoned that I had occupied myself for a few minutes so it didn’t really matter. At least I had done something, no matter how pointless the action may have been.

Just as I was beginning to lose interest in this whole ‘waiting’ situation again, it was Damien to the rescue. I supposed that he, too, had enough and spontaneously decided to… poke me… in the side—the ribs, to be more specific. And actually, it was more like a jab than a poke because it left a sore spot in my side afterword. Immediately, my attention turned toward him, thinking it must be something fairly important if he had to poke me that hard, but once seeing his face, I knew it was nothing important at all. From that slightly sadistic smirk he had, I knew it was just Damien being Damien. It annoyed me for a second—that he got my guard up for no reason. I wanted that poke to be something important, hoped it would involve something more interesting than standing around, and now, realizing that it wasn’t, I was a bit disappointed, and therefore annoyed. But then I began to reason with myself, saying that hey, at least I’m not standing around doing absolutely nothing. That was me, always looking on the bright side.

So with that in mind, I simply looked at Damien, rose a brow in question, and jabbed him equally as hard in the shoulder—maybe even harder; I didn’t know, considering how I couldn’t feel his pain. I then returned his little smirk, and went back to leaning against the ledge of the bridge. He would most likely retaliate in some way, but at least now I was prepared, and he may not know it, but I was watching him carefully from my peripheral vision. Any poke he had to give me would receive a poke back, so everyone better clear the way because this could be the development of a poke war. Not only did it amuse me somewhat, but it distracted me from this bout of waiting and boredom and clingy clothing.

Soon after this poking incident, however, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and upon further investigation, I realized that it was this Carolina, the girl we had been waiting all this time for. Even in the darkness of the stormy night, you could hardly miss her with the brightly coloured raincoat she was wearing. All I had thought is that this information she had for us better be good after all that trouble I’d just gone through. Really, the only reason I was here was because Damien wanted me here. Otherwise, I don’t think I could stand it. If it were just me, I would have driven to her home and given her a pleasant surprise. But of course, it wasn’t just me. It was me, and patient ol’ Damien here. Sometimes—just sometimes, in moments like these—I damned Damien’s patience because we sort of conflicted that way. He could wait, while I, obviously, could not.

So that had soured my mood, and now I would have to tolerate this Carolina chick, and I’m fairly certain that wouldn’t go too well. I would try, but you know, I’m not promising anything.

As she made her slow way over to where we were standing, I couldn’t help but notice the way she… well, hobbled. It was a bit odd, actually, though I only thought of it as another inconvenience. I mean, really, hadn’t she made us wait long enough? No, of course not. She had to walk extra slow just to drag it out. And you know, right when I was wondering if she could hobble any slower, she fell. Well, at least, I’m assuming she fell. All I know is that she was there one minute, and the next she was on the ground—so falling would have been a good assumption, I believe. I didn’t know what this meant, exactly—for me, anyway—but I caught Damien’s side glance toward me before he began walking toward her and I knew he wanted me to follow. Now I would much rather have remained where I was standing and let Damien brief me on the details later, and I wondered for a moment if I should pretend I didn’t understand what that look meant, but Damien probably wouldn’t buy that and he’d most likely just beckon me over there somehow, which would be waste of time, so I may as well just suck it up and walk over there. Yeah, that’s right, Vincent. Just suck it up. It’s not that big of a deal. I’m sure whatever information she has will really, REALLY be worth it. I’m sure you didn’t go through all this trouble for nothing, Self. So it’s alright. Just breathe, Vince, and it’ll all be okay.

So I took my own advice and breathed deeply just to calm myself, but as it turns out, this had the exact opposite affect of what I wanted. As I inhaled, I couldn’t help but notice that stench of blood—you know, being a vampire and thirsting for it and all—and I nearly gagged on my own breath, only because I wasn’t expecting it. I should have because of the way she hobbled—should’ve realized that she was injured. The scent of it was strong, so the source of it had to be her—at least, that’s what I was figuring.

Just when I thought my mood couldn’t sink any lower… this happens. Not only was I annoyed from the waiting, the boredom and the clinginess of my clothing, but now I would also have to restrain myself from giving in to that vampiric urge. To be frank with you, I really wasn’t the most experienced vampire, and this whole situation was a bit new to me, which really did suck ass—in my case, anyway. In her case, maybe, but mostly this just sucked for me because I had no intentions of feeding from her, meaning that I would have this little internal battle with myself throughout the entire conversation. The reason I wasn’t giving into my own will was because, well, she had much potential. Carol could become a viable source of information, so harming her and scaring the hell out of her really would not be the best thing to do. And plus, she’s Damien’s, and I’m fairly sure Damien wouldn’t like it too much if I frightened her away. And another thing, giving in was just weak-willed. You’re better than that, Vincent. Just don’t breathe again and hope you don’t need to speak for any reason, because goddamn, I would have to breathe for that. Only when I really, REALLY need to—you know, when they’re both staring at me, expecting me to give my opinion. THEN I can speak. That’s a good strategy. All I had to do was hope that they wouldn’t find my sudden silence a bit odd.

Bringing my attention back to the situation at hand, I realized that Damien had crouched down to… inspect her wound? I wasn’t quite sure because I had to look away casually as I caught a glimpse of the blood over her discoloured, bruised skin. In my head, I was silently pleading with Damien, saying that this information really wasn’t worth it. It would just be much easier if we turned around and left and told her to… leave a voicemail… email… letter… I don’t know, just about anything would be better. Really Damien, we should just hightail it out of here.

Of course, these pleas were only in my head and went unheard, considering how I stayed silent, waiting for either one of them to speak or do something that didn’t involve inspecting wounds… I don’t know if he knew this, but Damien was lucky in that regard. I’m fairly certain he had plenty of experience in restraining himself, since he was, I don’t know, old enough to be my grandfather (no, really) and had lived as a vampire his entire life. For me, though, it was a different story entirely. First of all, I wasn’t nearly as old, and second of all, I was only a vampire for a fraction of my short life. It was a bit cruel, actually, how unfair this was. But that was life—unfair. I had learnt that one on multiple occasions—lucky me.

“Looks like you got someone mad?” Damien asked eventually, and I ignored how polite and civil he was being after looking that wound right in the eye (if it had one) for a few moments, then breathing in order to speak—both things I was having a bit of trouble with. “Vouldn’t surprise me,” I muttered, my tone the complete opposite of Damien’s—a bit bitter would be the most accurate way to describe it, yet it somehow also managed to be overly pleasant—pleasant in that sarcastic way. I said it just as casually as if I were commenting on the lovely weather we’re having—it was just how easily insulting people was for me. I know I had this little agreement with myself earlier, stating that I wouldn’t say anything unless necessary, but whoops. That one kind of slipped out, I’m sorry. Perhaps I was trying to prove myself to…well, myself, showing that I could, in fact, handle the scent of blood—that nothing could stop me from offending people!!! Or maybe, and this was more likely, I was trying to prove a point to her, indirectly saying that she had me mad—because she did. I really didn’t feel the least bit sorry for her, or even wonder how she had gotten the wound. My thoughts were more along the lines of, why the hell would she pick this night, of all nights, to meet up with us? First of all, it was raining, as I have already established multiple times, and second of all, she was wounded. Did it really not occur to her that, hey, maybe, since I’m bleeding and all and the weather is absolutely awful, I shouldn’t meet with those two blood thirsty vampires today? Did it just slip her mind? She could have at least fixed herself up… brought along a few band-aids or something… and maybe picked a better, more sheltered place to meet. But noooooo. She had to make my life just that much more difficult.

It’s okay, Vince… It’ll all be over soon… hopefully.

Geez, sorry for the length... had no idea it was going to be that long... rofl. Oh, and since Vince isn't going to apologize, I'm going to for him. rofl. Sorry Vince's thoughts are so.. not nice.. *shifts eyes* rofl

EDIT: Forgot to do Vince's accent... whoops. rofl. All I did was change the W in wouldn't to a V to make it look like the retarded way it is now. rofl.

[chazzie]

post coming

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