Maia // 02
Who: Maia and somarium
Where: Noctaerium
Style: Either is fine
Status: Open! Please jump in~
Warnings: a whole lot of blood, trauma, and tl;dr
As a werewolf, Maia liked to stay with a pack. Even if it was just a pack of two, she knew there would be someone to watch her back, to stick with her, keep her on alert. And in this space, this dark, demon-infested pit of a castle, she knew she needed a pack more than ever. She wouldn't admit it, but she was scared witless, but having even one Shadowhunter by her side made her feel safe.
And somehow she'd lost that safety.
She didn't know how, but one way or another Maia found herself separated from Alec. Without the light of his seraph blade, she had to rely solely on her sense of smell and the greyish shapes that her lupine eyes could give her. She was afraid to yell; indeed, she couldn't even smell the Shadowhunter anywhere in her vicinity, which made her only leerier about calling out.
She froze at a sudden, horrible rrrrrrip sound and the flicker of movement in her vision. Turning, she saw a tiny light flare in the corner and the shape of someone rising. Maia hurried in that direction, unable to identify who-- or even what-- the shape was because of a metallic taste in her nose and mouth that she identified only too late as blood.
She could see him now, a boy with long hair, slim hips, and lashes like a girl's. He was smiling at her with a mouth that dripped blood, and Maia's heart nearly stopped in her chest.
"Jordan." Her voice was strangled, but she got the name out. She hadn't seen him since the night he'd attacked her and sunk his fangs into her, leaving her with the horrible scar across her neck and shoulders and a disease that made her sprout fur once every month. She hadn't known what had happened to him, and she hadn't cared, but there he stood-- living.
"Hello, Maia," he said in a low voice that sent chills down her spine. "Would you like to join me for dinner?"
Maia looked down at her feet and felt bile rise in her throat: she was standing before a body that must have been the source of the ripping sound, for it was torn clean in two. Worse, she knew the body-- or she had known it once. And yet, though he was in two pieces, Maia could still recognise the face of her old friend Gregg, whom she remembered once had been torn in half for getting between a pair of squabbling vampires.
But Jordan was a werewolf. He wasn't a vampire. And Gregg had been dead for a while--
"Oh," Jordan said, licking his lips as he seemed to remember something. "I guess I never did really get my revenge on you, if you're still standing here. I meant to kill you, you see, but I guess you survived. But you know what, Maia-- it's never too late."
With that he leaped, collapsing in on himself as he transformed mid-air. Maia changed, herself, but Jordan slammed into her, trapping her to the ground with his jaws in her hide and his claws tearing into her flank.
"Thank you, Jordan," said a new voice-- a sweet voice. "I think I can take it from here."
Maia's couldn't breathe.
The new arrival was another beautiful boy, honey-skinned with wide, dark eyes. The way he was standing his head was ringed with light, making him look as though he was wearing a halo. He smiled angelically as he lifted a hand to his mouth and blew.
Jordan leaped away just in time. The ton of silver powder hit Maia full-blast; she howled, squirming, losing her hold on her wolf form until she was just a screaming human girl on the floor, her throat growing raw. Her face and arms were bleeding, burning where the silver had touched her, and the honey-skinned boy was laughing as he dropped to his knees next to Maia.
"I told you last time we met," he said, taking a fistful of Maia's braids to raise her head off the ground as she continued to shriek in pain, "to remember the time I threatened to cut out your tongue if you tattled to Mom and Dad. Maybe you didn't tattle, but..." He pulled out a knife with his free hand and, wide-eyed with terror, Maia could smell the silver of the blade. "Your screaming is beginning to annoy me, little sister. But I'm merciful--"
He pressed the point of the blade into her sternum, drawing more blood and renewing her screams of pain. She wrenched her head, feeling the pain of her braids tearing at her scalp, only adding to the torture created by the silver Daniel had already set on her. "If you shut up now, I won't cut out your tongue just yet. Because I'm a good big brother, right?"
Where: Noctaerium
Style: Either is fine
Status: Open! Please jump in~
Warnings: a whole lot of blood, trauma, and tl;dr
As a werewolf, Maia liked to stay with a pack. Even if it was just a pack of two, she knew there would be someone to watch her back, to stick with her, keep her on alert. And in this space, this dark, demon-infested pit of a castle, she knew she needed a pack more than ever. She wouldn't admit it, but she was scared witless, but having even one Shadowhunter by her side made her feel safe.
And somehow she'd lost that safety.
She didn't know how, but one way or another Maia found herself separated from Alec. Without the light of his seraph blade, she had to rely solely on her sense of smell and the greyish shapes that her lupine eyes could give her. She was afraid to yell; indeed, she couldn't even smell the Shadowhunter anywhere in her vicinity, which made her only leerier about calling out.
She froze at a sudden, horrible rrrrrrip sound and the flicker of movement in her vision. Turning, she saw a tiny light flare in the corner and the shape of someone rising. Maia hurried in that direction, unable to identify who-- or even what-- the shape was because of a metallic taste in her nose and mouth that she identified only too late as blood.
She could see him now, a boy with long hair, slim hips, and lashes like a girl's. He was smiling at her with a mouth that dripped blood, and Maia's heart nearly stopped in her chest.
"Jordan." Her voice was strangled, but she got the name out. She hadn't seen him since the night he'd attacked her and sunk his fangs into her, leaving her with the horrible scar across her neck and shoulders and a disease that made her sprout fur once every month. She hadn't known what had happened to him, and she hadn't cared, but there he stood-- living.
"Hello, Maia," he said in a low voice that sent chills down her spine. "Would you like to join me for dinner?"
Maia looked down at her feet and felt bile rise in her throat: she was standing before a body that must have been the source of the ripping sound, for it was torn clean in two. Worse, she knew the body-- or she had known it once. And yet, though he was in two pieces, Maia could still recognise the face of her old friend Gregg, whom she remembered once had been torn in half for getting between a pair of squabbling vampires.
But Jordan was a werewolf. He wasn't a vampire. And Gregg had been dead for a while--
"Oh," Jordan said, licking his lips as he seemed to remember something. "I guess I never did really get my revenge on you, if you're still standing here. I meant to kill you, you see, but I guess you survived. But you know what, Maia-- it's never too late."
With that he leaped, collapsing in on himself as he transformed mid-air. Maia changed, herself, but Jordan slammed into her, trapping her to the ground with his jaws in her hide and his claws tearing into her flank.
"Thank you, Jordan," said a new voice-- a sweet voice. "I think I can take it from here."
Maia's couldn't breathe.
The new arrival was another beautiful boy, honey-skinned with wide, dark eyes. The way he was standing his head was ringed with light, making him look as though he was wearing a halo. He smiled angelically as he lifted a hand to his mouth and blew.
Jordan leaped away just in time. The ton of silver powder hit Maia full-blast; she howled, squirming, losing her hold on her wolf form until she was just a screaming human girl on the floor, her throat growing raw. Her face and arms were bleeding, burning where the silver had touched her, and the honey-skinned boy was laughing as he dropped to his knees next to Maia.
"I told you last time we met," he said, taking a fistful of Maia's braids to raise her head off the ground as she continued to shriek in pain, "to remember the time I threatened to cut out your tongue if you tattled to Mom and Dad. Maybe you didn't tattle, but..." He pulled out a knife with his free hand and, wide-eyed with terror, Maia could smell the silver of the blade. "Your screaming is beginning to annoy me, little sister. But I'm merciful--"
He pressed the point of the blade into her sternum, drawing more blood and renewing her screams of pain. She wrenched her head, feeling the pain of her braids tearing at her scalp, only adding to the torture created by the silver Daniel had already set on her. "If you shut up now, I won't cut out your tongue just yet. Because I'm a good big brother, right?"