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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

[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.

[greatlightother]

Sveta was beyond busy. She had patients to deal with and was running on mostly caffeine and leftover adrenaline from the attacks mixed with everything else. It was a confusing mess and, honestly, she just wanted to forget about it all and help her patients.

She didn't expect Damon to be back so soon. He had been quiet for so long that it was easy for her to just...pretend that he was doing what he needed to do. Pretend that he could do without her for a while.

[talldarksaviour]

Damon stalked into the infirmary, didn't see Sveta at first, since she was on his left and the sight in that eye was still a little blurry. But as soon as he recognised her, he began to make his way between beds and people towards her.

The fight with Rex had taken the edge off his anger, but there was plenty left to simmer away. He knew he was a liability and she probably wouldn't approve of him turning up here. But he wasn't going anywhere without getting his eye checked first. Vampire healing was great, but sometimes you just needed a doctor.

[greatlightother]

Sveta sensed him when he entered, as she was watching all the new arrivals in trepidation, and flinched a bit. She didn't want him to be here, because he either needed her to be a warden, which she couldn't do at the moment because of the current crisis, or he needed her as a doctor...and she couldn't imagine why.

Obviously distracted, she started to meet him halfway.

"What are you doing here?"

[talldarksaviour]

Well, that was less welcoming than he might have liked. His hurt at the rejections he'd already suffered began to rise.

He stopped in front of her. "Why? Aren't you glad to see me?" His smirk more vicious than usual.