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Day 55: Cafeteria

Mar 09, 2011 12:03

leela, kirk, s.t., klavier, japan, tsubaki, badd, anise, minato, the doctor, sam winchester, firo, goku (dragonball), taura, dexter, franziska, claire bennet, kinomoto sakura, peter parker, snow, lunge, lana skye, ruby, mello, soren, brainiac 5, the flash, roxas, albedo, stefan, peter petrelli, mele, damon, two-face, ritsuka, lion, rapunzel, erika, edgar, canada, the scarecrow, sync, matt, maya, zevran, battler, spock, zack, kratos, l, shinji, kenshin, bella, scott pilgrim, gumshoe, ax, claire littleton, sora, gren, prussia, claude, renamon, guybrush, dean winchester, byrne, guy, kairi, venom, nigredo, ilia, kibitoshin, lightning, rita, alaric, yue, sasuke, aidou, claire stanfield, edward cullen, kaworu, mccoy

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sanguinario March 9 2011, 21:39:08 UTC

The taste of blood and iron was still in his mouth when he woke up in bed with a groan, automatically cradling the limp arm close to his chest. It was wrapped tight, the bandages stretched around his shoulder enough that their edges cut into his somewhat pliable skin. Thank god he woke up on his back. With a very gentle, butterfly-light probing of his collarbone with his free hand, he could feel the swelling, the protruding bone sticking out with his skin barely covering it. He wondered if he could look at it in a mirror somehow, maybe stop by the bathroom and examine the damage... and double-check that his eyes had returned to their natural golden glow. He didn't want to risk trying to look immediately down and injure the bone more, but he could imagine the sight: startlingly purple compared to his usual paleness, warm, and rather sickening. Not the first time he'd seen this type of injury, but it was the first time he'd experienced it ( ... )

vitale March 9 2011, 23:48:38 UTC

When Bella awoke, she awoke to a world of pain.

Last night ... how had last night ended? Honestly, she couldn't remember. Everything seemed hazy; was it the pain? There had been no pain last night. What had happened? How had that happened? She didn't know if she wanted to find out. Through the food? Through something that had been slipped into the air? No clue. No clue at all.

Holy shit, owBella moaned as she carefully pushed herself up in her bed with very unsteady arms, looking down to see the damage ( ... )

sanguinario March 10 2011, 03:40:43 UTC

Nothing could make him move as quick as he did when he heard Bella, especially after being unable to touch or talk to her for an entire day. While twenty-four hours was not a spectacularly long time even to humans, for him, who had been spending the last year with her nearly every day, it seemed like much, much longer.

"Bella," he sighed, that hollow feeling draining from him as he looked up from where his gaze had fallen to the floor - then immediately being filled with something else. Something that was a mixture of dread and rage. Bandages, covering his Bella's neck, creating uneven lines under the crisp blue and black lines of her new uniform... her hands, the ones gripping the rag and pushing it against the floor.

He had been so ready to greet her with an awkward grin, ready to bear the brunt of her anger - her rightful, justified anger. But it was okay, because he was the one hurt, not her. He should have known better. He was a terrible guardian, and an even worse fiancé. Of course she was hurt. His face shut down, going pale ( ... )

vitale March 10 2011, 03:58:11 UTC

"I'm fine," she told Edward a little too quickly, and she mentally scolded herself for it. She wasn't fine. She was going to make him completely miserable. She knew it the moment she decided what her plans were out on the Recreational Field. She knew, and yet she did it anyway. ... But was it any different than what she had done before? Leaving to deal with James and meet her death. Going to see Jacob when he had practically pleaded for her to not go.

You are the monster, Isabella Swan. Not him.

"I don't want to get yelled at. Or. You know. Whatever it is soldiers do for punishment. I'm sure whatever it is, it's not pleasant." And ... there was the nervous talking. The words came out before she could even stop herself from talking. Who did this to you?

You did. Or, someone who looked like you did.

She didn't know where to start. His finger against her face instantly calmed her, and she couldn't help but slightly lean into his hand, eyes falling shut for a moment before opening. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for lying. But ... if I ( ... )

sanguinario March 10 2011, 07:59:21 UTC

"I'm not -" He silenced his mouth before anything else could slip out, interrupting her further. What did it say that he thought she meant he was going to yell at her first?

After that, he stayed silent. Bella told him much more than he honestly expected her to. Not that it was her fault - his reactions were more than enough reason to keep quiet - but he had become accustomed to all of the misspoken and lost words between them. Maybe when he had the perspective to look back on this moment, he would be able to appreciate that their promise to be more honest with each other was actually being fulfilled.

If only he could read her mind, the words wouldn't have to be so inadequate.

The Chapel. Venom. The burns - the bandages on her arms. And something that looked like him... something like the thing that wasn't Zato.

The vampire closed his eyes, clenching his teeth hard enough that he swore he could feel them cracking. He could take this. As much as he knew that completely slaughtering a soldier and turning them into a corpse more ( ... )

vitale March 10 2011, 16:46:30 UTC

Bella fell quiet at his question. Why would you do that? "Because what if you went out, and found nothing?" she asked, keeping her head low. "What if you went out, and found nothing, and were in even more pain than before? Everything would hurt, and ... I would have done the most damage," she paused, and continued. "I saw Stefan yesterday. Completely by accident, I assure you, since his nurse sat him down in front of me, but. ... But I saw the pain he was in. He couldn't even stand to be around me ( ... )

sanguinario March 11 2011, 05:32:20 UTC

Somehow, for some reason, Edward had been dreading the news of hearing that Bella had met Stefan - or Damon, for that matter. At first, it hadn't mattered which one it was; they were interchangeable. All they had represented at first was the force that always seemed to be dogging his footsteps, chasing down Bella and that red-haired, wild-eyed power that never stopped trying to kill her. Mostly, he thought, it was because he was afraid of what another vampire would do to her when he wasn't around. He was always afraid of that. After last night he had a lot less reason to distrust Stefan, but yesterday had still been unsteady ground. She would always be tempting to them. The perfect mix of human flesh and something nearly unearthly in the way it was appetizing -

Whatever his reason had been before, it was not because of this. Edward had never imagined that she would think of Stefan's reaction and apply it to him.

"There's a difference, Bella, and I'm not just saying that." He slid from his knees, planting himself firmly on the floor ( ... )

vitale March 11 2011, 05:56:30 UTC

Don't hurt him as badly as she had hurt Stefan. "But I still hurt you," she said. A question, a statement. He could answer if he wanted. Though, she knew the answer even if he remained silent. Yes.

He said he didn't mind the pain, but who wanted to live their life every day being tortured by something they could very easily leave? Bella couldn't imagine going every day feeling as if she were breathing in fire and smoke, scorching her throat. How strong he was, to have been doing it for months and months. And yet, she still thought on the fact she was hurting him period. Her shadow had been correct; all she did was cause him pain ( ... )

sanguinario March 11 2011, 06:35:48 UTC

"It's not something you can stop," he said in lieu of a yes or no. She already knew the answer, and he wasn't going to lie about it. What was the point in lying?

Dammit. If there was one thing Bella was skilled at, it was always being able to turn his arguments against him. The worst part was that there was no disagreeing with what she was saying. Even if he tried, she would just shoot down every objection - he wondered briefly if she got that ability from her mother. She had to. Charlie may have been the chief of police, but Edward had seen him fumble in personal conversations more than once. Perhaps he was better skilled at it in a public setting, in dialogue that was not to his immediate family ( ... )

vitale March 11 2011, 15:11:53 UTC

Bella dropped the subject, not wanting to talk on it anymore. She knew she hurt him. She would know forever. It was just something that would happen until the day she was changed. Another reason why she couldn't wait to become a vampire; not causing him (or anyone else.) any more useless pain.

It was funny. If she could read his thoughts, she would have rolled her eyes at his thoughts as well. She could turn all of his arguments against him. But no matter what she did, or no matter how she told him she wanted to do it, he still would take the blame for everything. Everything she did that was painful was wrong. Everything she did that was right (in her eyes) was wrong. Could she ever do anything right?

And ... Edward was still cleaning. Bella sighed, a deep, shuddered sigh, and shook her head. He always yelled at her for not doing what he asked. But he never did what she asked either. So.

Please don't cry. The words made her want to cry all the more, and she lifted one bandaged hand up to her eyes, poking at them in hopes of that ( ... )

sanguinario March 11 2011, 21:25:27 UTC

"I would never do the injustice of saying you only look okay," he said, clearly disgruntled with her words. His attempts at keeping the conversation light were not going to work, but it didn't mean he would stop trying. They needed small moments like this to stop from going insane. He was just as sick of the institute, and this morning had already made him realize how much easier it probably had been with a sociopath at the head and slow, dim-witted nurses as his various hands ( ... )

vitale March 11 2011, 21:52:40 UTC

"My point still stands," Bella told him with a roll of her eyes and a small, albeit still unabashedly amused smile. "As long as you could see my legs, I mean." And at that she couldn't help but give a smug grin, hoping he was remembering what she was remembering. Prom night. Not even trying to hide his wandering eyes. She had said nothing on the matter then.

At the mention of high school, she let out a small laugh. "Oh, please. We weren't even bad. Just kissing and holding hands. It's not like you slammed me up against someone's locker on a daily basis and blocked them from getting their books. If we had, then I could see why they were so upset. We were practically Disney rated G back then ( ... )

sanguinario March 11 2011, 22:06:47 UTC

The smile he gave her at that was very private. "I wouldn't have minded trapping you between me and a locker, but I wouldn't have wanted to embarrass you." She must have been thing G-rated in the way they acted publicly, because... well, suffice to say if she had heard any of the vast number of things he imagined, she wouldn't have said the same. Also, he distinctly remembered a certain girl who had had, one more than one occasion, decided to attempt to rip his clothes off. Her mind certainly was not G-rated either, he imagined.

He extended the pinky of his free arm, very gently curling it around hers and lifting their hands up and down once. "I imagine you think I'm going to say yes. Actually, that's true. I will be mad. But I have regretfully accepted that you are never going to listen to my voice of reason, and I have no way of stopping you outside the fact that you limp and I do not. Just... please, please be careful ( ... )

vitale March 11 2011, 22:28:41 UTC

Bella's cheeks flushed at the way he looked at her, and her heart beat like a trapped bird in her chest. However, despite that, she remained looking at him, a fire in her eyes as she smiled once again. "I think at this point, I would just say to hell with it. I wish you had, back then. I wish you could now. You really want us to become one of those PDA couples, I can see it now ( ... )

sanguinario March 12 2011, 21:40:24 UTC

There was so much to talk to her about, it seemed like there were several conversations at once. He'd missed this - being able to talk calmly, just sitting next to each other and enjoying the other's company. It made sense, though; it had only been a day since he'd last talked to her, but a lot had happened between then and now. Military takeovers, nearly being digested by a squirrel, Venom coming back (a fact that he believed if Bella said it was true, but it was still very hard to swallow - and yes, Edward felt a sick sort of happiness that someone he would call his friend was back, but that he shouldn't be in the first place was what made him feel disgusted by the thought.) The whole Twilight thing.

Right, he'd gotten over that. He had gotten over the fact that nearly every tragic thing that had occurred in his life - his parents dying, his own death, nearly a century of soulless solitude - was just someone's idea of entertainment. But that was if he bought into the idea that everything was of the same world. It wasn't. He knew ( ... )

vitale March 12 2011, 22:00:16 UTC

Bella gave her vampire a small smile when he told her she wasn't going to be a murderer, finding it endearing how he thought so highly of her. Yes, she had a dislike of blood (that, she remembered, she was certainly getting over, especially considering last night. ... and the other nights where blood had been involved.) and she couldn't help but wonder if it would drag over to when she became a vampire, but. ... He said it. She didn't believe it ( ... )

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