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Post by Darien Brennan on Jun 1, 2014 5:38:05 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave He didn't know what he was doing, honestly. It wasn't like he knew just how bad his how life was, and how bad everything else went. It didn't seem that bad to Darien. Mostly because his mind was not there in the way it should have been. He felt like vomiting, he felt like giving up. And well every thing else in between. But as if that'd even end up working any time soon. Right? The boy calmed down for a moment and started shivering. His body was cold, tired and the stress he felt wasn't helping. It was so many mixed things happening at once and then Garrett doing that. It worried him more then he wanted to admit. But of course he'd rather not talk about that. Since it wasn't likely to do him any good. He knew that Garrett was probably not handling this very well. Go figure. He could only glance at his friend then tilt his head again. Darien had lost all sense of focus here it seemed.
Why was he acting that way? It was so strange, and honestly he'd rather not deal with it. But not like this would even end up working out very well. He just tried to get up too, but his body wouldn't let him. It just fell back to the ground his knee cracking a bit as he fell. "G-garrett...I wanna go home. Why are you pacing like that?" His voice started to fade further and further, like he was starting to just lose the will to talk. He lost the will to do a lot of things these days it seemed. Not exactly his best idea really. Darien just kept mumbling to himself, or was it really to himself? He didn't seem to be looking directly at anything and since he already started to hallucinate before who knew what he was talking to. He just stopped again, and glanced up at Garrett, the fangs were not easy to hide. Harder to control.
And unlike Garrett he had no idea what was going on here. He just growled and starting trying to get the chains off of his arms again. He didn't care if it hurt. He wanted them off, and Darien would get them off. Even if he had to break his arms to do it. Who cared if he hurt himself for this. It didn't even matter. Darien's brain was not stable, and he was starting to shown that sign. It felt so annoying. What was he going to do? Just how could he make sense out of all of this. He wanted to yell at that man. He wanted to get them angry. Make them come down here, but Darien couldn't do ten things at once. "Tch stupid fucker...just let us go already!" He was flicking between his emotions faster then he liked honestly.
He only watched the other boy pace while trying to rip his chains off. He didn't care if it was hurting, his arms didn't bleed they just bruised. He could see the bruises form as he waited for this. It was already so weird, and he was not sure how he'd ever be able to handle it at this point. He waited, and wondered what his friend would do. Why was he pacing? What good would it do? That made him feel so strange, and he'd rather not dig into these things. Darien felt the need to dry heave suddenly. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Garrett Burke on Jun 1, 2014 13:09:15 GMT -9
He was trying to count to ten, to see if maybe that would help calm him down but it wasn't working. He still felt an unending urge to rip his chains off and leech off of his best friend. These were such vile thoughts that Garrett couldn't even allow himself to sit down again, or even respond to the boy across the room. He didn't deserve to talk to him.
Garrett had appeared to be coping with all of this fairly well, or at least better than Darien. However, it was mostly a lie, a mask. He was scared too though he wouldn't admit it. He didn't want to die either, but he assumed they had no other choice in their fate now. Though if there was one thing he could control, it was his urge to hurt Darien. He sure as hell wasn't going to lose it, and go that far.
He ignored Darien as he shouted, and honestly hadn't even heard him as his chains rattled and he tried to pull them off. It was all just background noise to his own thoughts and his own anxiety. He started counting again from one to ten, this time faster as he wasn't patient and couldn't linger on a singer number for a whole second. He could have pulled his hair out, and his fingers were twisting into his hair as if he were about to attempt to. However, among the seemingly chaos of the moment, he heard something beyond their dark, cramped room.
Footsteps?...Shouting.
Garrett stopped pacing and turned to face the door. His hands were still pressed against his temples but he could hear clearly. There were people coming. He wondered if it was just his imagination, or if it were true. Was someone coming to rescue them. Garrett glanced over at Darien for a fraction of a second to reassure himself that what he was hearing was true, before he reverted his eyes to the door. The sounds were getting louder, and he could here them coming down those set of stairs that man had the first time they'd seen him down here.
Though, the noises weren't of someone that was confident or authoritative. It sounded like a young girl and a man, and it became obvious that they didn't intend to be here. Garrett's eyes grew wide as the door opened, and the woman and her brother..or lover, were shoved inside with them. He couldn't do anything but merely stand there, astonished, but equally disappointed that the door had shut yet again. Though these people...they were human, and Garrett thought that even in that very moment he would lose it.
They looked horrified, but his throat was burning. He could hear their hearts beating, loud and heavily in their chests. The only thing that came to mind in them, was that they were food. coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on Jun 1, 2014 15:22:06 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave What was he going to do? This already didn't seem to be very good to him. Not now and it would never end up being any good. That was something he already knew honestly. Darien felt that his body was starting to give out on him. Basically. But at this point he almost felt that it wasn't going to end very well. But he'd rather not end up bringing it up, since it was not likely do any good either at this point. This was not so bad for him, he was starting to feel numb thanks to all of this. It probably would be just how things were honestly. He'd rather not let anyone make him change his mind. Pretty much, and yet at the same time he felt out of place. The sounds he could hear were a lot louder now, and every single day it got louder, and gave him a bigger headache.
He had no idea what his friend was thinking or what he wanted. Really. But at that moment did it even matter? He'd rather not think about it since it wasn't likely to do him any good. What was he going to say? For that moment he looked around, Darien felt that his body was starting to hurt all over again. He wanted to get out of here before he got hurt, or Garrett got hurt instead. It made him feel so honestly strange though he'd keep that to himself. At least for now, he was only able to look around the room instead. What was he supposed to do here? This made him feel so confused and what was he going to do about that? Probably not a thing. Why was this even happening? It made him feel so weird. Garrett wasn't talking to him which wasn't surprising.
At this moment he didn't think anyone would bother to come in here? At least not right now and yet he heard them. He was not about to figure this out, he wanted to ignore those thoughts. Ignore those noises at that he would not pass long enough to hear any of them after all. What was going on? What was coming closer? He had to wonder what would happen next. Honestly he'd rather not think about those things. Since of course Darien was trying to zone out on other things. Simple as that really. He felt so weird. Darien just stood up and blinked. He felt so uncertain about all of this. It'd probably not end up helping or doing any good either. Not at this point anyway. What was he going to say?
Those people looked so scared. And he didn't know what to do about them either. He growled and just tugged, he wanted to break the chains. He was not in the mood of these games. He was starving and he hated to be turned on about this stuff. Well in the sense of being stuck with a lot of blood. "Why the heck did you bring them here? Just send them home!" He was talking louder then he meant to. He didn't even know what to do. How long would they be here? Why did he bring them here? So many confusing things. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Garrett Burke on Jun 1, 2014 21:43:10 GMT -9
The mark on his wrist had spread, black like veins up his arm. It was something he'd noticed weeks ago, but kept hidden from Darien intentionally so he didn't freak out. Though now, among other things, it hurt like bloody hell, and was glowing a bright red as his eyes were. When the woman looked at him, she screamed, but Garrett was so mesmerized by the loud pounding of her heart that he didn't react but stare.
Slowly he was stepping towards her, them. They backed up to the door, while the man moved to try and open it but Gar knew that it wouldn't unlock for them.
Food.
Food.
This repeated over and over in his head like a mantra until it began to stir the carnal part of himself that was wanted nothing more than to tear these two apart. He picked up his pace, and this time, when his arms were pulled back by the chains still bound to the floor he didn't simply give up. Garrett frowned, clenching his fists then yanked as hard as he possibly could. He was starving, he wanted their blood, if only to protect Darien from him as well.
Despite how weak he had felt, with the desire to feed he was putting in all of his effort to free himself and the chains at the base of the floor were slowly giving. He could feel the metal threatening to bend, and he growled once more as he pulled harder. The two humans at the door, there hearts were beating so loudly in his ears. "Graagh!!" Garrett yelled, pulling with all his strength one last time. The clatter of the metal snapping and breaking to the floor echoed in the room.
The momentum of his movement caused Garrett to stumble, but once he caught himself he turned to the two at the door and wasted no time. He attacked the man first, knowing that he would be the most difficult to defend against, and once he was gone the woman would be cake. He dropped the man to the ground, falling atop of him as he sank his fangs into his shoulder. The blood, it was...delicious in every way imaginable. It felt amazing going down, and his burning throat thanked him as it slowly soothed the sting. The man still struggled, and tried to push him off but Garrett was attached to him like a leech, and held on with inhuman strength. coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on Jun 2, 2014 5:29:35 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave What was he going to say? This almost made him feel weird. The heart beats were driving him nuts, Darien just crouched down and held onto his ears. Trying to block out the sounds. The boy might thought he was mumbling but no his voice was louder then that by a lot. He just wanted that feeling to go away. "S-stop it! make it go awa-" He was cut off by the chains breaking, and Garrett attacked the man? Garrett actually did that, he wanted to look away but he didn't. How could he at this point, right? The scent of the blood was still driving him nuts but he just tried to relax. Tried to keep from attacking that woman, his body didn't want to move. Darien tried to tug on the chains but it got him nothing. The little boy could act with the best of them, and woman were easy to fool. It didn't help that Darien was still honestly scared by what happened. The child started to cry, his mind was not handling this well. And the scent of blood made his body hurt, and on top of that he just started dry heaving.
Seeing Garrett maul that man, it was just too much for Darien. Way too much, he wanted to reject the idea of doing that. But he was starving, he wanted food and those two were on the menu. This was just one of those things he didn't know how he'd handle. Or if he'd actually get anywhere with it. Doing something good might be a better idea but it's not that logical anyway. He could only wait for what felt like hours to calm his stomach down. He didn't want to look back at what Garrett was doing. He could hear it wasn't that enough, he did try to get up and look at that woman. Get a better look at her, she was not going to walk out of here alive was she? Darien was really scared, his body shook and he looked at the lady still. Mumbling about how scared he was wouldn't change a thing, but Darien still kept his hands cupped over his ears.
It didn't change that he could hear anything, food that close only made him very grump. So grumpy that he ended up thinking of smashing his brains against a wall again. If he was dead then he didn't need to feel this anymore. To feel that sick feeling anymore, his body was basically just skin and bones by now anyway. So what did it matter? Darien could only stare at him with the fear in his eyes. Why did Garrett do that? So yes he was starving too probably but still it made him feel so weird. So confused at that. He wanted to cling to the woman, he wanted to push her towards thing.Towards his waiting fangs which were peeking out of his mouth already. It was like he couldn't control what he felt anymore. The need to feed was taking over all of that, but Darien had kept one little ounce of sanity. Not that it'd do him any good.
Darien whimpered, he was not feeling very well now. The scent of blood, he wanted it but he hated it. What was this about? It'd probably not end up going anywhere. He just tried to plug his nose, and cover his ears. Do everything he could so he didn't have to remember he wanted to feed. Feeding from another person it just didn't seem all that logical to him. Maybe he was just way too stubborn for his own good. "Garrett!" He tried to get his attention but his weak voice and Garrett's hunger would just end with him getting ignored. Darien already knew that, maybe it'd be best to just let his own body shut down. Then this could be over, and Garrett wouldn't stay in this shit hole either. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Garrett Burke on Jun 2, 2014 13:16:44 GMT -9
He had no focus on anything other than the frantic movements and beating heart of the man beneath him. The scent of his blood was everywhere now, and it was impossible to ignore. The warm crimson liquid slid from one of the puncture holes in the man's neck, and dripped to the floor. Still Garrett tried not to miss a drop. He had been starving, completely and utterly starving. Drinking this man's blood was the only way to save himself, but he still had no idea that they needed that horrible man that brought them here.
Eventually the man beneath him began to go lax. His muscles going limp and his breathing shallow. Garrett could tell that he was dying, and while he wasn't entirely sane in the moment, he realized this and released his fangs from him. There was blood on his lips, as he licked the lower and swallowed hard. He never thought in his life that the taste of blood would be this...this satisfying, but he had never imagined that vampires were real then either.
Though he quickly remembered, Darien was still here. He wasn't fully sated with the blood of just this man alone, but he felt eons better. He lifted his eyes to his friend, and frowned at the reaction he received. It pissed him off that the boy was crying, but the anger wasn't directed towards the boy, but rather their situation in general. Darien wouldn't have to deal with this if it hadn't been for that man, for his thirst for blood.
The mumbled sobs and whimpers of the girl that had moved behind him in attempt to hide in the dark corner of the room caused him to glance over his shoulder at her. Garrett pushed himself up, and walked over to her slowly. He surprisingly didn't want to hurt her, now that he had mildly come out of his moment of insanity, but she would have to die too and there was no other fate for her. So she wouldn't feel pain, once he stood before he, he raised his hand and hit her hard on the head. When her body went limp he returned his attention to Darien, and walked over to the base of the boy's chains and pulled on them until they broke.
His strength had returned to him now that he had fed. Garrett knew that he was stronger because of what he had become, but he pretended like it didn't matter. It was the least of their problems anyway. He knew Darien was starving. "Feed." coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on Jun 2, 2014 14:00:14 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave This made him feel so confused, what was he going to do? Or say at this point. Not like it'd end up doing him any good, at least at this point. He felt a bit confused in general. Blood, losing it? All of this couldn't even be real. There was no possible way any of it was actually real. He was dreaming or having a nightmare. That fit too. He coughed a bit and then glanced around. What was he supposed to say? Even if it didn't mean much or have any importance. Garrett had bitten that man so hard? He was drinking his blood, of course that meant Darien was trying to ignore it. He didn't need to feed, he didn't need to drink anything. He'd be just fine. Let Garrett do what he wanted but Darien refused to. For that moment he tried to keep his sanity from going insane, and yet it wasn't working. Not as well as he actually wanted to anyway.
He felt confused, and barely knew what to do. This was probably not going to end up helping either. Both of them were stuck in an awkward place. He hated it honestly. But Darien just tried to calm down, he barely knew what to say. The tears were starting to come down his cheeks again, and it was so hard to stop. This was not going to work out that easily now was it. He had to be stuck. Darien just chewed his lip feeling the fangs cut into his flesh but he barely gave a small whimper. He couldn't feel the fangs hurting him. After all he was going numb just a little bit. All of this was making him go numb instantly. He didn't want to eat, Darien refused to eat like that no matter how hungry he might actually be.
The boy whimpered and shook his head just glancing at the body. No he didn't want this. He did not want any of this it was so annoying. But at the same time he didn't know what to do. "P-please no...Garrett...Do I have to hurt her...?" His fangs were still there, they wanted to feed and Darien actually leaned closer to her. He wasn't sure what to do, and at that moment he felt so weird. He poked her even though he said no.Even though he was still crying he had to think about what to do. His body wanted to eat, he could hear his stomach growling in response to her. She was so sweet, well she looked sweet anyway. This was already more then strange enough to think he'd actually try to eat from one of the people he brought here.
He felt glad to have his arms free, but feeding from her. Could he? He just glanced up at Garrett, he still felt scared even if he wanted to bite her. He didn't like knowing he'd end up killing someone. But wouldn't death be better then that man turning someone else? Right. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Garrett Burke on Jun 2, 2014 22:54:37 GMT -9
He still felt angry, and volatile from the thing he'd just done. It had triggered the demon inside of himself, and caused him to act on his instincts new to him. However, now that he was dealing with Darien, he had even less patience to tolerate his apprehension. "Do it Darien or you'll die!" It sounded harsh, but he was practically pleading the boy as well. He didn't want Dar to wither away. He looked horrible enough already, Garrett knew that he was starving.
He dropped down to his knees and nudged Darien closer to the girl, urging him to hurry. He needed to feed, and now that Garrett was somewhat sated he wanted Dar to take her rather than jumping in himself. He was scared that that man would come back, but he knew that this must have been some sort of test. He didn't care if he failed or passed, but secretly he wondered if the man would let them go now. He was feeding them after all, and that was something they clearly weren't used to.
"Do it Darien or I swear I force you myself." coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on Jun 3, 2014 4:47:55 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave Darien didn't want to bite her, no matter how much his stomach growled as he thought about eating her. This was just not supposed to happen, he wasn't supposed to want to drink her blood. Simple as that really. Yet he'd rather keep it to himself, since that'd probably be for the best. Honestly just what was he getting into here? He knew Garrett was only trying to help him but that didn't make it any better. Right? So with a small sigh he looked at his friend. Trying to hide those whimpers was easier said then done at this point. Darien whimpered and refused to look at Garrett. He just kept looking at that woman, moving closer to her he thought about taking a bite out of her. "F-fine..." He whimpered again, and this just honestly made him feel weird.
He was still shaking as he leaned towards the girl. It was from a mix of hunger and exhaustion, and fear. He couldn't handle this anyway. So for now he'd rather just find something else to do. If that was even going to help, it made him feel a bit stressed out. He didn't even talk to Garrett, he just felt his teeth sink through her flesh, he hated the taste of this. It made him want to throw up. Maybe because he was telling himself it was supposed to be gross. But his body was enjoying this, it liked the taste, it liked the feeling. Just Darien's mind did not like it, he saw himself as some sort of freak. This girl wasn't awake but by the time he finished with her, she'd probably end up being dead. He coughed, and tried to struggle a little bit. Though this wasn't helping, Darien couldn't pull back. He had very little self control.
The smaller boy was still whimpering a little as he did this. Taking a human life just honestly didn't seem right to him somehow. What was he doing? What was he turning into? Honestly Darien didn't like any of this, but he couldn't stop himself from sucking her dry. He could hear the heart beat slowing and Darien only wanted to cry. He didn't want to live like this, yes he hated people that weren't Garrett but killing them. He didn't know how to handle that, and honestly he probably never could. He just tried to focus on finishing up here. But Darien still felt like vomiting at the thought of his hunger being taken care of by this. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Garrett Burke on Jun 3, 2014 21:21:00 GMT -9
Garrett slumped to the floor beside Darien as the boy fed, succumbing to his urge to lay down to some degree. He felt depressed because of what they'd done, now more than ever. He had come down from his high while he watched his best friend feed on the unconscious woman, but an anger still resided in him for the fact that they were in this situation in general.
Absently he glanced over at the door, his expression blank though he was seemingly expecting something more than just...this. They were being fed. It meant something...It had to. Garrett listened to the sound of Darien whimpering as he tried to consume his 'meal' still. It made him feel desperately empy, but the fact that his chains were broken and he could actually sit next to Dar now made him feel less alone, less detached from him.
Then he heard footsteps. They were unmistakable this time. His senses were so much more fine tuned, he couldn't have thought that it was anyone else. His entire form stiffened, and his eyes trained specifically to the barred opening in the door. Garrett reached out to Darien, tugging on the boy's arm to get his attention. The woman was likely dead already, and that man was coming.
He pushed himself up to stand, whether he got the boy's attention or not, and moved around to stand between Darien and the door. He was trying to hide the boy intentionally, shielding him from whatever else might enter that door, but as he saw the man, and watched as the door opened it was no one else but him...again. It was like the first day they'd been brought here, except for the fact that Garrett was now essentially free, and much more in shock than before.
The man stood at the door frame, glanced down at the chains dangling from Garrett's wrists and sighed -almost contently. It was confusing to him, and Garrett's expression began to show that. He thought for sure he'd get in trouble, hit again or something similar, but not this.
"I thought for certain you'd last a while longer, but clearly I miscalculated." He paused, reverted his gaze, and cleared his throat before speaking once more. "No matter. You've learned your lesson I'm sure, and I have something to give you in return." Right on cue a young woman dressed in a long black maid's uniform entered the room after weaving around him. He carried a platter with two crystal glasses on them, both of which were filled with a red liquid. Garrett couldn't tell what it was, the smell of the two human's that they'd just killed was far too strong for him to detect if it was blood or not.
As the woman stopped in front of him, he reluctantly glanced over at the man, then at the glass. He was hesitant to take it, but he feared that the man would hurt either one of them if he refused. If he had wanted to kill them, he would have done it already surely. Garrett erased the possibility that it was poisoned from his mind. coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on Jun 3, 2014 23:42:16 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave Darien felt sick , drinking blood had never been something he wanted to do honestly. And it was almost so annoying. Actually mostly and majorly annoying. Why did Darien have to do this? His body already felt tired, and dizzy. Honestly this was not very good for him, or Garrett. Yet he had to wonder what he might do. Or what he'd even manage to say about any of this. Since this was not actually good. The taste of blood was nice. But it didn't mean he actually liked any of it. Not really. Not that it'd be able to get him away from all of that. He felt so weird, even when he finally felt Garrett tug him off of the woman his brain was still squirmy. It felt so weird to him. And honestly at that moment he was not going to be able to focus on any of this. Like it'd actually do any good. He had just killed a person and Garrett had also done the same apparently. But he wasn't sure what to say about that.
When he was done, and he heard those steps he had no words to say at this point. How could he? Just none of them would end up making any sense. It'd just cause the matters to get really worse out here. He felt sick, and even when he was done feeding Darien had clung to Garrett. His small body wanted to dry heave and almost for a moment he had. But then that guy appeared. He felt cold, tired and everything. What was he going to do? Honestly it made him feel really sick all over again. Would Garrett be able to stay with him? "G-garrett...I'm scared...can we go home now?" He did not know where they'd go honestly. Not like staying at home was a good idea. Here was bloody and destroyed. And they weren't normal anymore, they'd never be normal. Darien had already started to wrap his mind around that right now.
He wouldn't let go of his friend. Not right now, it'd probably end up making him feel sick. Or get even worse. Right now he was trying to bury his face in his friend. He didn't speak, even if he wanted to. Right now Darien would rather not bother to talk to him. It'd probably not end up helping at this point. What could he do? They had just killed people, they were deemed dangerous. Or at least Darien believed he was dangerous, he wasn't so sure about Garrett. He found it hard to judge him anyway. He did not want that man to get any closer. Why was he back here? That man was probably going to hurt him wasn't he? As annoying as this was becoming at this point. It should have been obvious he did not have the will to last that long either.
Garrett should have lasted longer, or knowing him he would have. Usually, but what sent him over the edge this time? It was already confusing honestly. He didn't speak, Darien had nothing to say he was just shivering. This made him feel so awkward. He only blinked and moved to hide his face from his friend and that crazy person. He'd honestly rather not deal with this. Since it was not likely to do him any good. He only waited, he would wait for Garrett to tell him what to do. Since this was probably not his best idea. But still what was he going to do? Just honestly what good would it do.This guy probably wanted to kill him, or well both of them. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Darien Brennan on Jun 3, 2014 23:42:37 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave Darien felt sick , drinking blood had never been something he wanted to do honestly. And it was almost so annoying. Actually mostly and majorly annoying. Why did Darien have to do this? His body already felt tired, and dizzy. Honestly this was not very good for him, or Garrett. Yet he had to wonder what he might do. Or what he'd even manage to say about any of this. Since this was not actually good. The taste of blood was nice. But it didn't mean he actually liked any of it. Not really. Not that it'd be able to get him away from all of that. He felt so weird, even when he finally felt Garrett tug him off of the woman his brain was still squirmy. It felt so weird to him. And honestly at that moment he was not going to be able to focus on any of this. Like it'd actually do any good. He had just killed a person and Garrett had also done the same apparently. But he wasn't sure what to say about that.
When he was done, and he heard those steps he had no words to say at this point. How could he? Just none of them would end up making any sense. It'd just cause the matters to get really worse out here. He felt sick, and even when he was done feeding Darien had clung to Garrett. His small body wanted to dry heave and almost for a moment he had. But then that guy appeared. He felt cold, tired and everything. What was he going to do? Honestly it made him feel really sick all over again. Would Garrett be able to stay with him? "G-garrett...I'm scared...can we go home now?" He did not know where they'd go honestly. Not like staying at home was a good idea. Here was bloody and destroyed. And they weren't normal anymore, they'd never be normal. Darien had already started to wrap his mind around that right now.
He wouldn't let go of his friend. Not right now, it'd probably end up making him feel sick. Or get even worse. Right now he was trying to bury his face in his friend. He didn't speak, even if he wanted to. Right now Darien would rather not bother to talk to him. It'd probably not end up helping at this point. What could he do? They had just killed people, they were deemed dangerous. Or at least Darien believed he was dangerous, he wasn't so sure about Garrett. He found it hard to judge him anyway. He did not want that man to get any closer. Why was he back here? That man was probably going to hurt him wasn't he? As annoying as this was becoming at this point. It should have been obvious he did not have the will to last that long either.
Garrett should have lasted longer, or knowing him he would have. Usually, but what sent him over the edge this time? It was already confusing honestly. He didn't speak, Darien had nothing to say he was just shivering. This made him feel so awkward. He only blinked and moved to hide his face from his friend and that crazy person. He'd honestly rather not deal with this. Since it was not likely to do him any good. He only waited, he would wait for Garrett to tell him what to do. Since this was probably not his best idea. But still what was he going to do? Just honestly what good would it do.This guy probably wanted to kill him, or well both of them. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Garrett Burke on Jun 4, 2014 11:00:43 GMT -9
He didn't think for a second that they'd be able to go home, and honestly after what had just come over him, and the shame he felt for killing another life...Garrett didn't want to go back home and face his family. They'd see him as a murderer and his parents wouldn't waste time to send him to prison. Sure they loved him, but that didn't mean that their love was above the law. He couldn't be separated from Dar, and he sure as hell wouldn't let anyone take him to prison either.
So, instead of protesting he was going along with this. He had no other option, as the others were simply out of the question. He pretended like he didn't feel Darien clinging to him, but only for his sake. Garrett wanted to draw the least attention to the boy as possible, even though he knew the man was already well aware of his presence.
He glanced down at the glass in his hand, hoping that it wasn't what he thought it was, before apprehensively bringing the rim to his lips and tipping it back slowly. He'd been so fearful that it would be blood, that he was already flinching when it went down his throat, but surprisingly enough to him the taste of wine was so overpowering that if there were blood inside he hardly noticed. However, the thought that this man had come down here simply to give them a 'drink' didn't seem right.
He lifted his eyes after swallowing hard on the beverage. The burn in the back of his throat unpleasant after having gone all those days, week, without food. Garrett placed his empty glass back on the tray, and instead of allowing the maid to force the other upon his friend, he picked it up and nudged Darien to let go. "Drink it Darien, please. I don't want him to hurt you." He whispered low under his breath near the boy's ear. He'd hold the glass for him until Darien was able enough to take it, but in the meantime he'd return his attention to their captor.
"What's going to happen now?" He was desperately curious, and yet he feared asking just as well. What other horrors could this man create? He didn't really wanna know. The pureblood glanced over to the door behind them, then back at Garrett. The faintest hint of a smile appeared in his features, before his lips parted to speak. "You'll follow me." coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on Jun 4, 2014 11:49:07 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave Darien felt so confused here, he didn't even know what to do. It made him feel so strange, but at that moment he also felt a bit sick. Like he'd fall over. Yet he'd rather not do it. He needed to change and go deal with something else instead. Which was not something he wanted to deal with basically. So now for a moment he'd rather completely shrug it off. He did not want to go home. What if he got hurt? Oh wait he had no home to return to. Garrett's family couldn't handle him on a twenty four seven basis. Honestly he was just way too stressed out right now. But of course he'd rather not get dragged into this sort of stuff. Since it wasn't likely to get him anywhere. He didn't even know what to do here, since it wasn't going to help. All he did was keep clinging to Garrett. Just keep clinging to him and hope nothing happened. After all he'd rather not get hurt or worse. None of those seemed like a good idea to the boy. But of course he was still looking at that cup with a small glare.
He whimpered but tried to calm down again. Maybe this wasn't so bad. Yet it wasn't good either.How could he handle this? Darien barely knew what to do. He'd probably end up not doing this very well. Since for that moment he was still a bit weak. So what if he fed but his body was weak still, Darien could barely stand up on his own two feet right now. It was probably just his bad luck. His bad luck had always gotten the better of him honestly. At least at this point. Something about this whole situation just seemed to be so wrong. And yet he'd rather not get dragged back into that. What good would it do him honestly? So for a moment he wondered just how long it'd take him to relax. Darien knew he didn't trust this jerk so why would he relax? It just didn't seem like it'd even end up fitting right now.
Darien shook his head at first while glaring at that glass. It would be bad, no it might actually be bad. There could be poison in it. But Darien just took the glass in his shaky hands and tried to put it up to his lips. Just what was he going to do here? It still felt completely odd to him apparently. There would be no getting out of it, nor would he bother to try and get out of anything either. He still didn't say a single thing. Why bother? It was not likely going to do them any good. For now he'd just have to keep on resting. At least for a little while anyway. He put the cup down after forcing it down his throat. He wanted to go back and find his spot against the wall, but he didn't. N he just settled on the ground next to Garrett.
Where would he take them this time? MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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