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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 6:45 pm
During Luther’s spontaneous and fuming outburst, Cosette said nothing. In fact, the only response out of her slender figure was the small hands that rose to cover her ears. Wincing, not merely at his loud, raging voice but the outbreak of Luther’s not so lovely flow of psyche flooding the small room. He had one very corrupt and blood-lusting mind, one that she tried her best not to accidentally pry into in fear of the awful sights and possible consequences of peering into something so dark. A loud crash of furniture didn’t aid her failing composure in the least as Cosette slender fingers clawed at the golden strands of her hair, tugging rather harshly in a vain hope that the noise would stop. Things did grow quiet again, Just as Luther apologized. God, he should be sorry. And she almost said just that, but instead decided it was better to play good and simply listen while Luther explained they were through with the arrogant Alasdair with his obviously worthless containment toys. If he had been smart, Alasdair would have put that collar on her. That would have solved quite a few of the irritating problems she had caused for him. Oh Well, Alasdair’s problem. Just like Luther and Cosette’s foretold mutiny against him would also be his unfortunate issue.
“You do realize we are going to be in quite a bit of trouble once Alasdair realizes we ran out on the ‘bargain’.” She spoke softly, her tone such a soothing contrast from Luther’s harsh words just a few moments earlier. Cosette drew up close behind Luther, silent and so deadly swift that her presence wouldn’t be known until those slender arms reached around his waist. She trapped him between that solid embrace, pulling him back against her small figure as Cosette pressed her forehead against his back. “I don’t know why you let those little flecks of light up there upset you. After all, you’re the all powerful creature here, immortal and spectacular. The little stars up there in that never-ending canvas will die out eventually; they won’t be there to taunt you forever.” Cosette muttered, whispering softly. Wither she snatched the belittling thoughts of stars from his cracked mind or simply made an observation, she didn’t explain. She simply continued on, murmuring in that silky voice. “There are more important things to taunt you. You’ve got a perfect little star right behind you.”
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 5:15 am
"I don't care about Alasdair or his little company, his over-compensation has ceased to amuse me." He looked up at the smug-b*****d stars, and smiled, Cosette's words soothing him. He closed his eyes, and said "Yes a perfect little star, with a heart like a black hole and a mind more devious than anything imaginable." He chuckled slightly and said, "Then again, that's why I like you so much." He sighed, and pulled a few of the vials from his jacket pocket, he handed them to Cosette without a word. "You've run out, dear Cosette. Remember, more than 4 is a lethal dose, and more than 6 will mean me having to clean the Apartment." It must be a blue moon, because he flashed a genuinely sincere smile for a second, but it was soon replaced by a malicious grin, thinking about what he would do to Alasdair when he perfected the drug into being permanent. His amber eyes slowly glazed over as he thought of allt he things he would do with this drug, he would eradicate the Lycans, drive the Tainted back to whatever sick dimension they came from, and destroy the Hunters, the Humans would be all theirs when he perfected this formula, and he would leave his mark on History, even if it was a blood stain..
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:24 am
She flashed one of those all too charming smiles, gleeful to have Luther calmed and even lavishing her with what twisted Cosette would considerer as complaints. However, the pleasant moment fleeted swiftly when she hesitated. A flicker of uncertainly touching her young face as she glanced down at vials Luther held out for her. It wasn't very customary for Cosette to think twice, But those last does that she had consumed so carelessly had managed to get her in a slight bit of trouble and she certainly wouldn't have this roaring headache if she had been a bit more careful and a bit less greedy. But of course, she did take the vials and pocketed them so swiftly that the entire movement would be lost to a blur of motion. Cosette promised herself that she wouldn't use the doses wastefully, but with that bipolar fragile mind of hers; who knew how long that worthless promise might last.
“Yes, you may not be worried about Alasdair; But I am souly dependent on your drug. What happens when I run out, just like this evening? If Alasdair hadn't been in the mood to taunt, I might not be standing here.” Cosette was mumbling, her voice dropping in volume and coherency with each word. Her small fingers were touching her head again, grasping at the voluptuous curls when Luther's fantasies of demolishing dogs and removing hunters from existence leaked into her delicate mind. “I'm in danger now, do you realize that? What am I going to do when you aren't around?” Her voice was so soft and distant that it was nearly inaudible, to most it would be a strain to figure out what she was muttering. It was too messy in there. The table was in pieces, the curtains torn apart; it was all distracting her so terribly much. The small disaster nagging at her conscious causing her mind to split in too many directions at once. The mess. The pressing danger when Alasdair discovered they weren't under his control. Running out of vials. Being caught helpless and pathetic. “It's too loud.” She was babbling nonsense now, lazily reaching behind her for something to brace a fall; But found the wall too late when Cosette simply plopped down onto the floor. A pretty little doll that curled up with her knees to her small chest. She muttered Luther's name and without looking up, reached for him even tough he was clearly out her reach.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 1:58 pm
Luther quickly grabbed her hand without haste, gently pulling her to her feet. He put his hands on her shoulders, gently supporting her and making sure she didn't fall again. "I'll make sure you never run out again, because I'm giving you full access." He closed his eyes, then said "5642, press those numbers into the safe in my room and you'll have full access to my stash." He smiled widely, looking out of the window at the buzzing city below, the pathetic little humans in the pathetic little city making the world throb like a great beast. His eyes twinkled as the car-lights were magnified through the slightly blurred window. He felt an urge to grab something and smash the damn window, let the night seize the both of them, but he restrained himself, knowing that this would make Cosette go into another one of her little fits. He instead just placed his left ahnd upon the glass, and brought the fingers together, cracking the glass slightly as he did. He exhaled, and turned to her, "I want to make this City burn, Cosette, burn to the ground." He could picture it, the flames erupting from the fetted ruins of this city, sparks shooting into the sky and floating on the veening breeze, the very thought made him giggle in glee.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:57 am
Numbers. Numbers were easy for her to remember; and it was as Cosette imprinted the code to memory, She wondered briefly the number count of the vials in Luther's stash. Was there enough to sustain her without pause, enough that she wouldn't have to endure the noise ever again? All she would need do is be mindful of the amount, careful not to over lap more than a couple doses. It ought to be a simple enough a plan to follow, Just as long as there were no unfortunate side affects other than the usual withdraw that Luther might have conveniently left out in the details about using the drugs so vigorously. But what did she care? As long as things were quiet and she wasn't the pathetic, weak little creature, Then she would be perfectly content no matter any sort of consequences.
When Luther swooped her up off the floor, Cosette had quieted instantly. Falling silent and patiently listening while he rambled on about his twisted fantasies of reducing the great modern city to rubble. She couldn't exactly say she agreed on the matter, But she was also clever enough to realize that by allying herself with Luther, She would be in the safest vantage point in the entire city. Suddenly like so many times before, Cosette reached her hands upwards and with those cold deadly fingers, cupped his face between her small palms. She peered up with those compelling blues, demanding attention and focus. This time however, Cosette was setting those baby blue's on the amber eyes for an entirely different reason. Wholly and simply for her own benefit. Cosette needed something to fix her focus on, something to keep her fragile mind from drifting; And Luther's eyes and mind, as twisted as it was seemed a better option that the tragic mess of his apartment or the pressing issues that had sent her spiraling into a mind-numbing sense of loud paranoia.
“It's quite the goal to reach for. By no means do I think you won't be able to manage it, But it's such a huge city and it's full of so many. Hunters won't be too happy with someone else doing their job and the others, older vampires might not be too pleased with the exposure.” Cosette was whispering, speaking with an intimate underdone; words meant only for him. “I just think that maybe you may not make it through something so dramatic unscathed. I might....maybe just a little bit, worry about you. I wouldn't exactly want you getting hurt.” With those few words, Something changed in her composure. The ever calculated and clever young little murder actually sounded genuine in her concerns and not simply because she was worried about losing her ties with her drug dealer, but that she might in some twisted way not quite enjoy a time without Luther around for her to pester and taunt.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:15 pm
Leo wandered into the building dazed and confused entered the aparments, He lent against a nearby wall bloody trailing along and slowly made his accent up the staircase not knowing of what floor he was on he exited the staircase and onto the landing, He looked at the closest door unable to see the door's number he lifted his right arm and knocked on the door once. He couldn't manage twice he was loosing alot of blood. "Please.. please open!" he felt the presence of two Vampires in the room. "Please!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:44 pm
“My God. I swear, I'm going to kill which ever idiot is on the other side of the door.” Her tone was entirely sarcastic, But that deadly flicker in her blue eyes betrayed the truth. Yes, Cosette very well intended to kill the man standing behind the door, the man with a pounding overworked heart rate and a pleading voice. She didn't care. She needed something to settle her focus on, something for her sadistic wicked mind to weave around. Cosette's fingers slipped from Luther's face, hesitantly leaving him at her back and regretfully losing that lovely little moment they might have shared if there hadn't been that rude interruption at the front door. “Please what?” Cosette's tone was all callus and haste when she threw open Luther's front door, quite nearly pulling the poor thing right off it's hinges. She was in mid-reach, a movement so swift that the one-armed vampire wouldn't have even seen it coming; But Cosette had fallen deathly still...A perfect doll, eerie and composed standing in the doorway. The man was bleeding everywhere A gruesome trail followed him from behind. Cosette hadn't even taken a moment to consider just who it was standing there, her soul concern was the sight of yet another mess. Crimson and dripping. Nagging at her conscious and beckoning forth a careless, mindless little killer. Maybe this is what Luther was feeling like when he claimed to have consumed his insanity. “Would you like to even the display, You look rather awkward lopsided. Have a saw? A knife, perhaps? I'm in terrible need of one. ” Her voice was completely void of emotion, Standing there with twitching little fingers, all calculated and meticulous self-restraint abandoned.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:56 pm
"If being lopsided means I can still use a gun then I'd prefe..." He stopped his arm had stop bleeding there was no blood flowing from the meat that was left there, Leo had run out of blood his face turning whiter his pupils getting smaller his right arm shaking he couldn't help it he was going to pass out he felt queezy as his clothes felt heavier his weaponry pulling him further down until eventully he couldn't stand he fell to his knee's he couldn't breath he couldn't see anything his vision blurred he hardly knew the person standing infront of him but he was asking for him to care for him while he had once arm.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:21 pm
“Pathetic..” She mumbled, Cosette hadn't moved an inch. She remained standing there, humming with indecision. Under normal circumstances, Cosette probably would have kicked the unconscious Leo down the stairs. Out of state, out of mind was always the best way to go; But the apartment was already flooded with terrible messes and one more, even locked behind a door would nag at her conscious until she had no choice but to take care of it. It was as Cosette reached down to wrap her perfect little hands around Leo's good arm that she truly abandoned that clean ounce of her twisted mind. Another mess, What did it matter? She dragged Leo into the apartment, trailing that awful line of blood behind him as she kicked the door shut behind her. “Oh look. Caught a vampy. Hey Luther darling, Still want a vampire for all your wicked plans?” It seemed like the perfect opportunity and just think, She hardly had done any work at all! However, That other arm was bothering her. As if finding ones self disfigured and missing limb wasn't big enough of an imperfection, being lopsided sure was. “ Did he say he had a knife? I wasn't paying attention.” Cosette wasn't exactly talking to Luther in particular, simply musing to herself as she looked about the messy apartment for something that might be of use in correcting at least one of the messes in here. She certainly couldn't piece together the table Luther had ruined, But she sure could cut off Leo's other arm.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:43 pm
Luther had been captivated, even several seconds after Cosette had gone to the door. He shook his head and snapped back into confidence, smiling widely at the creature near the door. "OH LOVELY, it's YOU! I remember YOU!" He clapped his hands, striding towards Leo. "For this fine gentleman? Anything! I still have a hacksaw stashed somewhere, would you like me to fetch it?" He asked excitedly, his eyes widening with glee. He knew he was a bit excited but this was from lack of sleep, time to think and quietness. His eyes flashed in the dim lighting of the corridor. "Let me get the door, Princess." He slammed it shut and smiled, "Why not, I could still afford to test it. Let's see how many doses he can take before he goes pop!" He walked into his room and opened the safe, pulling out a few of the vials and quickly striding back in. He pulled a Surgeon-Mask out from bis top pocket and tired it around his face, because it was all about style really.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:55 pm
Leo tried to raise himself to his feet but he fell over multiple times. "N...nn...." He could finish his sentance he felt numb his joints getting stiffer as he raised himself to his feet, "Be strong you weakling" Siyo shouted inside his head He stood up stumbling although he had only enough to keep standing. He opened his mouth it was dry, "Pl.. Please, bandages" he said stumbeling where he stood until his legs couldn't take it. He feel back to his knees infront of Luther. He put his hand to his chest and pressed a small button on it releasing all the straps on his belts to make his guns fall to the floor.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:19 pm
“A hacksaw, that sounds a bit brutal.” Cosette argued, but she defiantly wasn't objecting to the idea. Anything, just was long as it could cut into flesh without much resistance. Although, Something sharp would cause less blood splatter. Cosette knew very well how to be careful about meticulous things like that, She knew exactly what sort of incisions resulted in more blood, which might squirt and cause horrendous messes. Of course, It was lucky for Leo when her attention flickered, settling on her twisted companion and watching as he strapped on a Surgeon-Mask. “You look so very lovely, Darling.” Cosette mused, playfully taunting Luther as he slipped that mask over his face. She'd had decide to put her little correction on hold, allowing Luther have first dibs. Maybe he could take care of that messy imperfection all together. She might not be forced to get her hands dirty after all. So, She sat on her sofa; curling up and comfortable, peering over the arm rest with a kitten's curiosity to watch the show. “We don't have band-aids here. We aren't a damned hospital. Even if Creepy thinks he can play Doctor-Dress-up, But I know for certain that we aren't.” Cosette muttered, watching Leo struggle about like some poor bug that had it's limbs pulled apart by a sadistic child. Sucks for him, his arm is the least of his problem now.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:32 pm
"Brutal, meh, it's all good Princess." He said, posing with his Surgeon mask on. He then went into the kitchen and dug around in the bottom drawer, feeling many sharp pointy objects but not the particular one he was looking for. "Whisk, whishk, fork, spoon, spork, AHA! Hacksaw!" He pulled it out and held it to the light, light glinting off of the blade. He purred, and said "It's so very rare I get to do this anymore" He walked back towards Leo, and polished the blade of the saw with his sleeve. "Would you care to stand back, Cosette? Only there will be considerable splatter, and I'm afraid if I try to vaporize the blood off of you I'll also take your clothes with it." He said this absent-mindedly, looking with extreme affection at the weapon of torture in his hand. He blew on it, and grinned. "Any last regrets? Money? A lost love? Erectile disfunction?" He began to lower the Hacksaw with his twisted grin, about to connect to Leo's flesh.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:50 pm
"How about a last request" Leo said on the floor with a smile as the saw connected to his skin as Luther started to saw. He lay there as Luther cut through his muscle. The blade was about the rip through the final peice of tissue until it hit the pure bone until a tiny bit of blood splattered onto the floor of Leo as his touge reached out for it and he licked it up every single last drop as it would seem this would be his final meal, lay on the floor with Dr.Frankenstien and his assistant as they looked at Leo with the look in their eyes "What a pathetic Vampire" their eyes told him as he took the pain that flew through his nerves and his brain was reciving everysingle pulse that it sent up to it. "Why does it have to end this way" he thought to himself and then he closed his eyes and saw Adrian sat in a throne made from Vampires and Lycans skulls laughing at Leo as he couldn't move. "Enough" Luther continued to saw having a bit of trouble on te soft bone, "I said.. Enough!!!" he yelled as he grabbed Luthers saw and tore it out of the gap that was his guide line. He got to his feet and ran to the window. "Any type of creature human or not is not for your amusment" "But if you want amusment" Siyo said to them as he used Leo as a meer puppet. Siyo looked on the floor to find nothing but a scapel. "Not exactly my type of weapon". Siyo put his only half dead arm into Leo's pocket and pulled out a deck of cards. He drew a random one it was a queen of hearts. "Leo's favourite card heh this should be fun" suddenly the card fell to the floor as Luther with his mild phycic abilities was trying to pull of the last tendons of Leos arms. "Fine!" he used Leo to grab his dead arm with his teeth and tore it clean off with great pain. He kicked it over the floor to Luther "Have fun..." he said bending down and picking up the scapel in his mouth "Okie one shot" He dropped the scapel and kicked it towards Luther aiming for his torso Siyo had gone... and Leo with him Leo's body fell out of a huge window in the side of Luther's apartment and into the streets below. It landed onto the side walk and his body burned... It burned a blue flame as Siyo, Arik and the whole family surrounded him. they join voices in harmoney "There is only one left.."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 11:19 pm
Oh, How perfectly romantic. Her demented hero, Luther would take care of the hideous imperfection for her! The smile, full of glee and wicked anticipation couldn't be concealed. From the clean, safe distance of her place upon couch, Cosette watched; wide-eyed and mesmerized, waiting with bated breath for the blood splattering show. She wondered vaguely if Leo would scream as he might be sawed to little perfect pieces, worried that she might need to cover her ears; But Cosette didn't care as much as she should have. She wanted to see blood spill and at that instant, that is all that mattered to her. Of course like always, Things never went the way Cosette wanted. She didn't exactly understand what really happened, she is so terribly one-track-minded that most of her attention had been fixed upon the gruesome sight of the saw cutting into flesh. Though, then the poor victim of a vampire somehow managed to jump up and start muttering off nonsense that Cosette didn't care to listen too. She watched, confused and disappointed when he finished the lovely job on his arm and simply fell out the window. Just like that, It was over. Got poor Cosette all worked up for nothing. How sad.
“Well, Now your window is broken. Happy about that?” Cosette whispered from behind. She's pulled one of those deadly swift tricks on Luther, slipping behind him and throwing those dainty arms around his figure. Her little white fingers trailed their way down his arm, pausing over his hand when she felt the hacksaw still grasped between his fingers “And here I was, expecting a lavish show. I want my money back.”Cosette playfully nipped at the flesh just below his ear, a playful little kitten demanding attention. Cosette wasn't normally so psychical, but she was absolutely in need of something exciting after getting her hopes all up. “Or blood. You can pay be back in blood. I still want to see some spill.”
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