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On the edge of the woods, and cornering the residential plots is a park, a very large park used by the entire neighborhood. Aside from an extensive playground on soft white sand, there is a large hilly area covered in grass, as well as fenced in tennis and badmiton courts. It lacks, however, basketball or baseball courts. There are also trails leading through part of the woods frequented by hikers.

A'Hallei was searching for more lumber to use to construct the treehouse, and he was combing the park for discarded things and fallen branches. Decked in full armor, already a bundle of posts strapped to his back, he scoured the park grounds, his normally subtle way of moving hindered by the large load he was carrying on his back. Hair tied back in a bun out of his face, bare whisps curled around his pointed ears as he scurried about.

A worker from the sanitary department left a long coil of rope at the foot of a tree, and A'Hallei was all to delighted to pilfer the legnth, hanging it from his fauld in a whip like coil.

Tired, he decided to stop and rest at the swing sets, dropping his precious cargo nearby, and sitting on the swing like an armored maiden, barely shifting as he watched the lights from the streets across the way.

A'Hallei only became aware of the presense of another when the rope hanging at his hip suddenly ignited at his leg, flames leaping like rabbits into the air, threatening to catch his very clothes on fire. Tearing the cord from himself, he stepped out the fire, dismayed to find the cord severed in half, burned.

Whirling, he happened upon his twin, and for the first time he could reccolect, found anger welling inside at the sight. Bitterness at both this most recent action and for prior indescretions were evident in the bright green hue of his eyes, brows furrowed. He'd never be able to re tie the bundle together and carry it all at once.

Guarded, A'Hallei watched Samsara as he tied what wood he could back together. He wasn't in the mood to deal with this.

Samsara's coy tone wasn't amusing in the slightest to A'Hallei, he was frustrated at his other's thought that this must all just be some game. He'd gladly tear him apart, if he were anyone other than his twin. A'Hallei's heart sank, he was still attached, hopelessly and inexorably. Looking down at the loose bundles, he began looking around for more discarded cords, of course, there were none.
Samsara spoke again, and the ghostly twin looked up, brow crinkling once again. What was he angry for? What was he angry for? Clicking his guantlets together, he struggled to find a word to speak. Damn his twin, for his ease with using his own faculties!
"You." Was the answer that finally emerged.

While his twin brought up very valid arguments, he also was missing quite a bit of the reason. A'Hallei groaned quietly as he knotted the ends. He wasn't just going to use the rope to tie the wood, but also as a potential section of a ladder he was planning on making, and honestly, he didn't trust knots all that much. Besides, the rope could have easily lit him on fire, too.

A'Hallei shook his head, he was learning to gain control of himself, and not with Samsara's help. The blind infatuation he held before was cracked, sundered somewhat, allowing him to not follow in his twin's shadow like a orphaned duckling. True he hadn't lied to him, but he wasn't faithful, either. But faithful to what? A twin he'd seen thrice his whole life? What a joke. He'd opened the link between them and expected him to linger in the darkness?

The name of his hated one flashed in his mind, drawn directly from Samsara's brain. As he bit his lip in an attempt to say it- Samsara stalked toward him, pulling him into a tight grip, bringing him into a lover's grasp, the same grasp he...
"Me?" Samsara asked, and A'Hallei fought the rise of disgust within himself. As long as Samsara did not light the pyre within his body, the dormant pools of energy sitting within his very soul, he was free still.
"Luke!" A'Hallei bit out, nearly clicking his teeth shut on his twin's tongue. Twisting, he broke Samsara's grasp and backed away from him, wiping the other's saliva free. He could smell the beast on Samsara, within him.

Samsara's words hit a nerve, as he was sure his own achieved. His twin had some attitude, calling Makenna a b***h who would just leave him? Makenna was nothing like Luke, nor should he be punished for Samsara's inability to keep his damned legs shut! He didn't blame his obsession on Luke, he blamed his twin's violation on the vampire. Jealous yes, jealous, but also repulsed.

His twin's hands grasped about his neck, on his collar. He'd never have the stregnth to collapse it, he'd have to remove the armor to be a danger to his life. Now his neck stood under the assault, bare bits of skin getting nicked by his sharp teeth. Gasping both with pain, which he for some reason only now felt, and an unknown sensation akin to arousal, A'Hallei's hands found his twin's waist, digging resharpened steel tips into crescent shaped wounds along his torso.

"N...No!" A'Hallei cried to the air that none would hear besides him and his twin. He'd never allow himself to be ravaged in this park, at this time, by his twin who'd so recently had the same injustice done to him by an immortal night child? If he were to give himself to his twin, it would be by his terms, and nothing would damn well change that. He'd tasted too much of freedom to give it up now. And yet, for all he was resisting, his claws felt awfully as though they were pulling Samsara closer to himself.

Whimpering slightly, A'Hallei disengaged himself from Samsara, thrusting out his hands and pushing him away. Blood dripped free from his lips, trailing down his chin where it dropped free, dark orbs spinning through the air before impacting the cold sand. A pink tongue darted out and ran along his wounded lip, smearing the blood in a way that stained them red, much like a coating of thin red lipstick.

Blinking, A'Hallei noticed where his twin's blood darkened his clothes, his claws held some of the glittering substance at the tips, incriminating and violent. The pale twin backed up suddenly, tripping over his own steel toed boots and falling to the sand, his bun loosening, sending thin white strings dancing over his shoulders.

Upon attempting to stand his brother's form shoved him to the sand again, and his struggle sent sprays of white grains into the air, briefly airborn like bids for freedom. He felt fear, sure, fear that he'd be violated in the park and no one would know, fear of his own inability to take control of the situation.

Samsara's dark searching fingers tore away his clothing in strips, the whole garment unable to be freed due to the sheer amount of iron he was wearing. Writhing digits found clasps and buckles and undid them, letting his protection slide to the sand, much like the peeling away of a crab's exoskeleton. However, there were three items that could and would not be so easily removed.

His chainmail shirt, linked steel rings refused to slide free from his torso, as A'Hallei kept his arms pinned down, and there were no zippers or buckles to be found, each link supported the other like a steel spiderweb. His collar had been outfitted with a lock, the key securely hidden in the woods. And his Gauntlets, he fisted his fingers when Samsara attempted to pull at them, fending away his twin's hands from touching his skin, his hair, and the sin itself.

Claws tore at him, ripping away the very thing that held him together until his life fluid spattered the swingset, the sand and the armor he'd trusted to keep him safe, though he'd never let Samsara have him in whole, not yet.
In the darkness, claws lashed out, tearing through the shadow and spilling red life like a burst of light. Dark threads tangled in his digits, ripped free of their former owner. Sticky with fluid and speckled with sand, the ghostly child freed himself of his twin's vice like grasp.
"Not tonight. Not till you are pure." Was his reply, glistening as the moonlight glittered off his steel and blood covered frame. Makenna was at the back of his mind, Samsara's tainted spirit at the forefront. He would not be tainted in the same way until his other was as pure as he was before. He had been posessed and needed to be free.

A'Hallei reeled as Samsara's fist connected with his chest, pushing in the chainmail and solidly splitting his sternum with a loud and resounding crack. Stumbling, A'Hallei released a cry of true pain as he jarred the edges of the bone. Rather than helping him, or attempting for him again, Samsara turned and fled in the opposite direction, a piece of his pauldron gripped tightly in his fingers.

Groaning as he sat up, A'Hallei was curious to see what Samsara would do with the bit of his armor. Following the fleeing shadow, which was exceedingly difficult in the dark, he had to rather find the trail of blood seeping from his twin, and follow that. Every time he moved, he could feel the broken halves of his sternum grind together, only held in place by the sheet of muscle over it, his very breath caused him pain.

Progress- needless to say- was slow.
"Samsara!" His ragged voice called to the open air. What was he hoping to achieve? His twin wouldn't stop, not after what just happened. Still, his need drove him forward after the other.