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[talldarksaviour]

WHO: Damon and Rex, later Sveta and Donny
WHAT: Arguments and random acts of violence
WHERE: Deck and Infirmary
WHEN: Friday evening
WARNINGS: Violence, blood, swearing?

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[stopthat_destro]

Rex had gone to the deck to clear his head after all of the nonsense that had gone on in the past week.  Murdered, turned into a goddess's vessel, held hostage while in said vessel, interrogated by his warden, then sequestered to his room because of yet another pointless rampage of destruction-- this time with a bonus plague to go with it.  Ugh.  It was enough to drive anybody insane.  The only good news was that his addiction to Armand seemed to have been quelled with the vampire's recent... changes.  His feelings were still muddled up, and he was unsure of what he truly felt for Armand (whether the addiction was severed or not, emotions were not that easily untangled), but at least the actual cravings for Armand, for his blood, were squashed.

The feeling of power he got from the blood itself, however, persisted.  That was what had always laid at the core of his addiction.  Control-- over his body and its injuries (of course, there was the simultaneous loss of control)-- the rush of power, the euphoria... He missed that.

The walk along the deck was helping a little, but not enough.  He was still frustrated and agitated thanks to a cumulation of his problems.  He was about to start back to his room, when he noticed Damon on the deck as well.  Screwing his expression into a scowl, he wordlessly breezed by the other man (vampire... whatever) and continued on his way.

[talldarksaviour]

Damon jerked his head up, recognising the scent and the look of the man a moment before placing him in his memories. "Rex," he hissed the name under his breath, more to fix the memories in his mind than to catch his attention.

He glared at Rex's back. Remembering each of their interactions; the petty insults, and the not-so-petty murders. Injuries, insults, the taste of his blood... and just like that, all his formless anger and pain sharpened into a point.

He straightened, reaching forwards to grab at Rex's shoulder.

[stopthat_destro]

For whatever reason, Rex hadn't expected Damon to grab him. He didn't threaten him, didn't do anything to him in several months, and had in fact barely spoken to him lately. Stupidly, he'd thought that things between them were finally finished.

Rex stumbled a few steps, then jerked his shoulder out of the vampire's grip, turning to look at him, while still trying to maintain a safe distance.

"What do you want?" he spat out, putting on a brave face despite the fact that he was afraid. Compounded to the fact that Damon had already killed him before, he'd just been murdered a little over a week ago, by another vampire. What was it that made him such a target to them? He had some means of self defense on his person, but that didn't exactly fill him with confidence.

[talldarksaviour]

He let a grin stretch his lips, noticing the way Rex kept a space between them. This was how it should be, people afraid of him, hating him. He knew this game. He was good at it.

He pushed away from the railing, stalking forwards, a predatory light in his eyes.

"What do I want?" He repeated back at Rex. He took another step. "Just this." He kept his vice low, focusing his hearing on Rex's heartbeat, wanting to hear it spike in fear.

This was good, this was better than Jeremy. He liked to take it slow, make them think their posturing could hide their fear. He'd had to play the nice guy for too long, act like each murder was something that gave him no joy. Done only to protect the rest of them. Well none of them were here now. It was just him. Just him and a victim.

[stopthat_destro]

Rex edged closer to the stairwell, his fists clenched with tension. He hated this feeling, this horrible deja vu. Unless somebody came by, the only place he could run to was the place where Damon had killed him. His room was just one floor down, but he didn't even know if he could make it-- if the bastard would allow him to make it. And he couldn't even threaten with retribution from Armand now, thanks to whatever had happened to him.

He hated it, hated Damon, hated the Barge. Why was he always the prey?

"Then find somebody else to have... this with. Leave me alone." He kept his voice even, despite the fear racing through his heart. "I've had enough of you."

[talldarksaviour]

Rex was good at hiding it, hiding the obvious tells at least, then again, he'd had practice. But Damon could hear his heartbeat, could practically smell the fear rising off him.

He followed as Rex retreated. Tongue flicking out to lick his lips. "Why would I choose somebody else? We know how this works." He tilted his head. "Haven't you missed it?"

He curled his fingers into his palm, then stretched them out, readying himself in case Rex tried to run. Let the change fall over his face, jaw working as his fangs slid forward. "Sorry Rex." He left off the nickname. "I'm not nearly through with you." And he closed the distance between them, quicker than Rex could retreat.

[stopthat_destro]

"No... Please just-- please don't..." Now there was some waver in his voice-- it was easy enough to let slip, since he truly was afraid, but the pleading was carefully worded. Armand had always eaten up his 'please's. He turned and broke into a run, not to escape, but to distract, reaching into his coat as he did so. His fingers curled around the syringe he kept in an inside pocket, and he slipped it up his sleeve for easy access for when Damon would undoubtedly catch him.

Rex was tired of running, and he'd had enough of being pushed around.

[talldarksaviour]

The begging was delicious, his grin stretched wider. Eyelids almost closing to savour the moment.

He didn't think when Rex turned and ran. No conscious part of his mind made the decision to follow. His prey was escaping, and so he chased it. He couldn't not.

He moved around Rex, pushing for the extra edge of speed so that he could circle the other man and get in between him and his escape route.

[stopthat_destro]

Rex very nearly ran right into Damon when the vampire cut him off, and he stopped short in his tracks. He needed to let Damon get a little closer-- not much-- just enough so that Rex could jam that needle into him. For once, he was fortunate to have his ventilator. If Damon wanted to bite him, he'd have to get close enough to yank it off-- which meant that Rex would be close enough to strike.

There was only one chance to do this, and he didn't want to miss it. He couldn't afford to. If he did, he was done for.

this ok?

[talldarksaviour]

He took a moment to smirk at Rex, smugly sure that he had him cornered. He reached forwards and grabbed the front of Rex's coat, dragging him towards him one-handed. His other hand went to the ventilator, curling his fingers to tighten his grip.

"Aren't you going to scream?"

yup!

[stopthat_destro]

He let out a yelp of surprise when Damon grabbed him and yanked him forward, even though he knew he should have been more prepared for it. "No." He trembled, shaking his head, hoping to keep Damon focused on his fear. And then, in one quick motion, he flicked the cap off the needle and drew his arm up to jam the syringe into Damon's eye. He wasn't just aiming to stick the needle in there; he wanted to jam the entire thing in as far as he could manage. "Are you?"

x_O = Damon (cos the icon doesn't really convey needle/eye)

[talldarksaviour]

Focused, as he was, on enjoying the chase, he thought Rex was just struggling to get away and didn't move to stop him. By the time he realised there was a weapon in his hand, it was too late.

He didn't have time to recognise it as a needle before it was shoved in his eye, a line of burning agony straight into the soft mass of his brain.

He couldn't even scream the pain was so sudden, his inhale curling over his tongue and choking in his throat. He stumbled backwards -- Rex slipping from his grip, forgotten -- and raised his hands to his face, feeling at the implement sticking out of his eye. He did scream then, touching it made it move slickly inside of him. There was blood and liquid running down his cheeks, barely any of it tears.

He dropped to his knees, legs weak, breath coming in painful gasps. He could almost feel his flesh attempting to heal around the wound, like an itch inside his head. And he realised, as much as he could realise anything with a piece of metal stuck in his brain, that he needed to get it out and as appealing as writhing on the floor in agony was. It wouldn't help him any.

I WOULD BE WORRIED IF YOU HAD AN ICON THAT DID

[stopthat_destro]

A perfectly satisfied smile crossed Rex's expression once the needle went in-- easily, at first, but met with greater resistence the more he pushed. He moved back quickly, once he was released, and watched Damon react to what must have been an excruciating experience.

Good.

He very nearly shut his eyes, beside himself with pleasure, when Damon let out a scream. That was what Rex had wanted to hear. And he'd caused it, not Ana, not Armand. Him.

He moved a little closer to Damon, making sure to remain just outside of reach.

"That looks uncomfortable..." He leaned down, closer to Damon. "Need a hand? I can take that out for you." There was mockery in his voice, certainly, but the truth was... he needed that needle back. Hopefully, he could work things out in his favor.

... I bet there's a movie where that happens. Possibly not involving Somerhalder

[talldarksaviour]

"You fuck," he growled, lashing out, quite literally blindly, with his hand.

He couldn't focus enough to ignore the pain, and his thoughts were still gathering and scattering around the metal of the needle.

He did feel Rex moving closer, and the words 'take that out' came clearly through the haze. He took a couple of shallow breaths, settling back on his heels, his hands waving uselessly around his face, not wanting to take hold of the needle and worsen the wound.

"Just do it." He wasn't going to beg.

Oh there totally is

[stopthat_destro]

"My assistance won't come without a price," he added, easily keeping away from Damon's lashing. "I'll remove the needle... and I won't tell any of the wardens that you attacked me, in exchange for..." He tilted his head, seeming to think. "Your blood. It's only fair, after all. You tried to take mine. Do we have a deal?"

[talldarksaviour]

He had to force himself to remain still and not attack Rex. Why was the man still talking?

"Fine. Yes." He agreed quickly, not listening very closely to what Rex was demanding. He didn't want to give him time enough to change his mind and leave him here. He could deal with the repercussions when his eye was less... impaled.