46. Girl Got Rhythm
*watches from a window on the third floor as a couple Hufflepuffs run around on the grounds trying to get away from the raining clouds of glitter, laughs at the sight they make, shakes his head and absently ponders how to lure Agito outside
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*goes dangerously quiet*
That's a fuckin' lie and I know it... Yah it's annoying, but all it takes is keeping track of yourself while your with them. And If I can damn well manage NOT to fuckin' kill them, They have several damn TIMES the willpower. You're ALL several fuckin HUNDRED god damn YEARS older than me!
*cold* And NO, I haven't been... I thought I could trust you enough to share this fuckin 'crap with you in ways I CAN'T tell them. Apparently I was wrong. I'll just go back to guarding myself and watching every fuckin 'thing I say around you JUST like I do with them.
*low growl*
And I was just telling you that the damn Headmaster told me.
And quit underestimating me. *quiet icy tone* I'm fuckin' SICK of David always doing it. Used to be Marko was the only one who wouldn't. Don't you start now...
Just... Don't.
And if it's 'stupid' then I don't think I care much anymore... *dangerously resigned and depressed look, but also darkly determined* But this fucked up blind faith in you all being so fuckin' sure of what's 'right' for me, and things I can and can't do or handle... No. To say nothing of this stupid as fuck hang up you have where we CAN'T do anything individually.
You're my fucking FAMILY... If I had wanted abusive fucking slave drivers, I would have never killed my father, and I'd have never left my god damn mother.
You had me convinced you weren't at ALL like that... Now with all this shit? ... I'm kinda doubting it.
But no fucking WAY am I dealing with David making all me decisions for me, killing my girls because 'it's for my own good', when it's really just because he's a jealous bitch who doesn't want me to figure out that while I LOVE you guys and wouldn't dream of living without you. He'd be happiest if I thought It was IMPOSSIBLE for me to make my own decisions or live on my own.
You're also convinced I COULDN'T kick his ass... Which I can't. But who the FUCK said I'd play fair? He sure as FUCK never has... IT would do him a shitload of good to have all his fuckin' powers stripped for a week or two, and then have his ass kicked, really fuckin' soundly.
*ominous* And don't think there aren't spells and potions to do it. What the fuck do you think it is in that fucking potion we are supposed to be taking that makes it so we can go out in the sunlight, huh? Did you SERIOUSLY never fucking research it?
You should.
*turns and actually storms off, radiating pissed off determination*
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*sighs, feels all of his 50+ years*
Dude... I know you can fight David and take him down if you want to.... But what the fuck happens when he recovers? *is actually slightly pleading* I can't watch what he'd do to you for it. More than likely he'd make me do it as MY punishment....
*quietly* There's worse things he could do than drain us of blood and leave us out to bake for a few days... far worse.... He loves us, we're his family, but there's only so much a vampire as old as him will put up with.
I don't deny that he needs to be brought down a couple pegs, but think it through clearly before you do anything.... Do you really want to challenge him? He'd probably take it as a challenge of dominance... for the pack. He already said he would respect your marks from now on.
*shakes head, annoyed yet sad* We don't restrict your actions or movements unless we think it's necessary. Not because we don't think you can handle yourself, but because we're afraid something will happen and we won't be there to help.... You're our fledgeling. You're our brother, and the youngest in terms of vampirism.... It would kill us if you got hurt or dead. After... *swallows hard at the memories* After what happened when our memories got fucked with....
*bites through lip to keep from acting like a chick, huddles over journal miserably* You were dead, man.... You died.. and I wasn't there to stop it....
*forlorn look at the journal, knows Paul's gone, glances around his room sadly and gets up, walks over the the window and opens it, glances around to make sure no one is around before jumping out and flying towards Hogsmeade, intending to go up to the cave in the hills; he needed at least some small comfort of home, he missed the cave, he missed his brothers more*
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