i want to find you | tear out all your tenderness
Characters: Darla and an NPC [Closed and Complete]
Location: Outside the Sith Academy
Planet: Korriban
When: At the same time as this log
What: Darla won't let anything stand in her way of reuniting with her boy
Rating: PG-13.
Darla had always held that allowing bloodthirstiness to render you stupid was something only amateurs did. It applied to Sith as much as it ever had to vampires. Two intruders, not even wielding so much as a child's grasp of the Force, had managed to capture the attention of practically all those fools who saw the break-in as their chance to brutally prove themselves, or just flex their muscles in a fight against a real enemy.
But Darla knew that two versus hundreds didn't make for a particularly interesting fight, and wouldn't leave any one person much elbow room for glory. So while the idiots ran about distracted, she made her way outside the temple.
They had to have arrived on world somehow, after all. And she had need of a ship.
She remembered vividly the moment when she'd felt him there, clear as the North Star. She'd been in the middle of a duel, and in that sudden burst of emotion, cleaved her opponent's arm clear off at the bicep. Their howls as they'd sunk to their knees in front of her had only made the moment more lucid, a wide dangerous smile breaking across her face as she'd bit down on the urge to just reach out to him then and there, riding on the swell of power she felt in dominating her foe.
Angelus.
Her boy. Her dear, dear boy.
If possible, she felt closer to him than she ever had, now that she'd been forced to live the burden of this soul on a daily basis. She knew of the torments that had kept him up all those nights.
But she also had hope now.
She'd faced those trials as well, knew the painful anguish of fighting a newborn conscience. But when Angelus had tried and failed to overcome that soul, she'd let herself believe it was a disease without a cure.
No longer.
There was freedom in the Dark Side, and it'd allowed to her to grow strong again. While she had her moments of weakness, they were fewer and further between.
So it could be for him And together... well...
They had always been stronger together.
And with the power they could acquire here, the universe could be their oyster.
However much Revan could offer her, Angelus had always been able to offer more.
The ship was shoddily concealed, as if they'd had no idea how to even land it, and she couldn't help a triumphant smirk as she approached the ramp.
... Where she came to a stop, the smirk melting into a frown instantly as it lowered and revealed a familiar figure in black.
"Going somewhere, Darla?" Luthen's smooth drawl was void of friendliness, his dark eyes cold and empty. She knew that emptiness well.
But his had nothing on hers.
"Seemed like a nice night to see the stars close up," she replied, unruffled. His hand dropped to the saber hilt at his belt, and her eyes followed coolly, before she looked back up and lowered her eyebrows slightly in admonishment. "Really now. You don't have to do this," she said, her tone terrifyingly cordial, considering the situation.
"You leave me no choice. Disobeying orders is met with swift punishment. You knew that," he said severely. "I taught it to you." He shook his head. "I never thought you'd be stupid enough to try something this reckless. I had you wrong."
She could sense his personal sense of betrayal, and it brought an extra note of delight to her spirits.
"And here I thought it was those Sith dumb enough to blindly follow orders who were the lambs led to slaughter," she countered airily. "Silly me."
His scowl deepened, carving a trench through his scarred features.
"I can't let you leave here alive," he resolved.
As if he weren't a Sith ready to kill her, she sauntered forward, eyes locked on his, tongue behind her teeth in a playful expression.
"Can't? Or won't?"
She saw his eyes flash as she pulled up short right inside his bubble of personal space. His jaw clenched.
"You could still change your mind. Losing a student with promise like yours... would be regrettable. And I could see that your punishment would only linger for a short time."
"Mmm," she purred. "You've had your eye on me from the start, I know. With me on your side, serving you, eventually no one could stand against you." She leaned forward, her breath caressing his jawline as she spoke. "That's what you want, isn't it? That's why you saved me." Desire darkened his eyes, and she trailed a finger down his chest "Isn't it?"
For a moment, he stared down at her, as if caught between admission and pride and anger, and then, before he could get a word out, she broke into a wide, mocking grin, leaning her lips close to his ear.
"Did you think," she said, enunciating each word as if to relish it, "that because we shared a few nights together, that it gave you some kind of claim on me?" She felt him tense, and knew his hand was tightening around that weapon. "Poor baby. You don't understand how this works. Back where I come from? We call that playing with our food."
That was the last straw, and it happened quickly. His hand twitched, the saber was pressed against her torso, and she heard the familiar snap-hiss, feeling the warmth of the blade and smelling the sudden sizzle of flesh.
Her smile widened, at the same time as his eyes did, and she drew back to look down at where he was impaled with his own red blade. She turned mocking sympathetic eyes back up towards his.
"Oh honey. Did you think we had something? Sorry to break it to you, but..." She gave a tiny, innocent shrug, before whispering conspiratorially, with a suggestive glance downwards: "I was only interested in your lightsaber."
Her hand snapped out to grab his wrist and with a sharp twist, the blade moved within him, cutting upwards, through his guts. He gurgled, staring at her in horror.
"After all," she said, her tone flat, "it took a couple of nights to rebuild that casing backwards while you were asleep." Plus, that false bottom had been kind of tricky.
She raised her other hand and made a twisting motion with her fingers, and his neck snapped violently to the side. Her hand caught the saber and thumbed it off as he slumped onto the metallic ramp, hard.
"Pathetic."
Black boots walked casually over him as she swept inside the ship.
Location: Outside the Sith Academy
Planet: Korriban
When: At the same time as this log
What: Darla won't let anything stand in her way of reuniting with her boy
Rating: PG-13.
Darla had always held that allowing bloodthirstiness to render you stupid was something only amateurs did. It applied to Sith as much as it ever had to vampires. Two intruders, not even wielding so much as a child's grasp of the Force, had managed to capture the attention of practically all those fools who saw the break-in as their chance to brutally prove themselves, or just flex their muscles in a fight against a real enemy.
But Darla knew that two versus hundreds didn't make for a particularly interesting fight, and wouldn't leave any one person much elbow room for glory. So while the idiots ran about distracted, she made her way outside the temple.
They had to have arrived on world somehow, after all. And she had need of a ship.
She remembered vividly the moment when she'd felt him there, clear as the North Star. She'd been in the middle of a duel, and in that sudden burst of emotion, cleaved her opponent's arm clear off at the bicep. Their howls as they'd sunk to their knees in front of her had only made the moment more lucid, a wide dangerous smile breaking across her face as she'd bit down on the urge to just reach out to him then and there, riding on the swell of power she felt in dominating her foe.
Angelus.
Her boy. Her dear, dear boy.
If possible, she felt closer to him than she ever had, now that she'd been forced to live the burden of this soul on a daily basis. She knew of the torments that had kept him up all those nights.
But she also had hope now.
She'd faced those trials as well, knew the painful anguish of fighting a newborn conscience. But when Angelus had tried and failed to overcome that soul, she'd let herself believe it was a disease without a cure.
No longer.
There was freedom in the Dark Side, and it'd allowed to her to grow strong again. While she had her moments of weakness, they were fewer and further between.
So it could be for him And together... well...
They had always been stronger together.
And with the power they could acquire here, the universe could be their oyster.
However much Revan could offer her, Angelus had always been able to offer more.
The ship was shoddily concealed, as if they'd had no idea how to even land it, and she couldn't help a triumphant smirk as she approached the ramp.
... Where she came to a stop, the smirk melting into a frown instantly as it lowered and revealed a familiar figure in black.
"Going somewhere, Darla?" Luthen's smooth drawl was void of friendliness, his dark eyes cold and empty. She knew that emptiness well.
But his had nothing on hers.
"Seemed like a nice night to see the stars close up," she replied, unruffled. His hand dropped to the saber hilt at his belt, and her eyes followed coolly, before she looked back up and lowered her eyebrows slightly in admonishment. "Really now. You don't have to do this," she said, her tone terrifyingly cordial, considering the situation.
"You leave me no choice. Disobeying orders is met with swift punishment. You knew that," he said severely. "I taught it to you." He shook his head. "I never thought you'd be stupid enough to try something this reckless. I had you wrong."
She could sense his personal sense of betrayal, and it brought an extra note of delight to her spirits.
"And here I thought it was those Sith dumb enough to blindly follow orders who were the lambs led to slaughter," she countered airily. "Silly me."
His scowl deepened, carving a trench through his scarred features.
"I can't let you leave here alive," he resolved.
As if he weren't a Sith ready to kill her, she sauntered forward, eyes locked on his, tongue behind her teeth in a playful expression.
"Can't? Or won't?"
She saw his eyes flash as she pulled up short right inside his bubble of personal space. His jaw clenched.
"You could still change your mind. Losing a student with promise like yours... would be regrettable. And I could see that your punishment would only linger for a short time."
"Mmm," she purred. "You've had your eye on me from the start, I know. With me on your side, serving you, eventually no one could stand against you." She leaned forward, her breath caressing his jawline as she spoke. "That's what you want, isn't it? That's why you saved me." Desire darkened his eyes, and she trailed a finger down his chest "Isn't it?"
For a moment, he stared down at her, as if caught between admission and pride and anger, and then, before he could get a word out, she broke into a wide, mocking grin, leaning her lips close to his ear.
"Did you think," she said, enunciating each word as if to relish it, "that because we shared a few nights together, that it gave you some kind of claim on me?" She felt him tense, and knew his hand was tightening around that weapon. "Poor baby. You don't understand how this works. Back where I come from? We call that playing with our food."
That was the last straw, and it happened quickly. His hand twitched, the saber was pressed against her torso, and she heard the familiar snap-hiss, feeling the warmth of the blade and smelling the sudden sizzle of flesh.
Her smile widened, at the same time as his eyes did, and she drew back to look down at where he was impaled with his own red blade. She turned mocking sympathetic eyes back up towards his.
"Oh honey. Did you think we had something? Sorry to break it to you, but..." She gave a tiny, innocent shrug, before whispering conspiratorially, with a suggestive glance downwards: "I was only interested in your lightsaber."
Her hand snapped out to grab his wrist and with a sharp twist, the blade moved within him, cutting upwards, through his guts. He gurgled, staring at her in horror.
"After all," she said, her tone flat, "it took a couple of nights to rebuild that casing backwards while you were asleep." Plus, that false bottom had been kind of tricky.
She raised her other hand and made a twisting motion with her fingers, and his neck snapped violently to the side. Her hand caught the saber and thumbed it off as he slumped onto the metallic ramp, hard.
"Pathetic."
Black boots walked casually over him as she swept inside the ship.