May 23, 2010 23:37
"She's nice." Deacon said to himself. Watching the woman depart from him.
"So was Alexis" A dark voice muttered behind his eyes. The voice was caustic and left his eyes bloodshot with a sharp increase in heat.
Deacon shut his eyes to blot out the pain.
"Stop it.." He said.
"Poor little boy. Did I hurt you?" The voice taunted again. "You just want to use her. Like that little one from the hotel."
"That wasn't *Me*!" Deacon punched a nearby wall, pain silenced the voice if only for a time.
"That doesn't make me wrong." The voice cackled.
camarilla,
mage,
deacon,
drabble,
echo