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May 22, 2016 19:04:55 GMT -6
Post by ROSALIE HARPER on May 22, 2016 19:04:55 GMT -6
TEARS DON'T FALL - THEY CRASH AROUND ME this was no one's fault but her own. she couldn't help but let the blame tumble through her mind over and over again as she drifted in and out of consciousness. each time her head dropped, smacking herself in her chin, she jolted away to groan in agony and remember her mistakes a few days prior. malachai and bridget had always warned her not to hunt alone, not to try to bite off more than she could chew. over the last year, she'd done fairly well for herself, hunting on her own...but she'd been distracted. honestly, she'd be a fool to deny where her head had been lately. ever since running into her childhood friend, thoughts of dean had clouded her better judgement. aside from the obvious crush she had for the rather handsome guy, she was concerned over the struggle he seemed to be going through. sure, she'd been a part from him for a number of years, but she still couldn't help but feel like something was entirely wrong.
funny that she was trying to get secrets out of dean when she herself had a whole host of them. in their youth, she'd eluded to siren ability[without actually knowing what they were] but she chose to suppress them for fear of hurting someone. she still struggled with the fear over what she could do but to top it all off, she had the hunting ordeal to keep under wraps too. rosalie was completely unaware of dean's condition and therefore, didn't care to burden him with the notions of the supernatural world. hell, who knew if he'd even believe her?
her mistake came in taking on the wrong vampire. she found one feeding off an innocent mortal life in a not-so-nice place in town. using her proficiency with her crossbow, she'd managed to take the blood sucker out relatively quickly. he wasn't the problem. instead, it was the two others who appeared out of no where, ensuing after her as she realized she was in a bit over her head. she first attempted to take them down too but when her ran out of arrows, she found herself in a certain predicament. she'd been cornered one vampire was about to latch onto her neck...until she used telekinesis to throw a nearby crate at him. she hated using her powers but she figured utilizing her own monster abilities was better than ya know...dying. she hadn't fared too well, though. realizing she was no average mortal, they vampires dragged her off.
the next thing she knew, she was in what appeared to be a warehouse or a dungeon of some sort. suspended by chains over her head, the low lighting barely gave her any other clues as to where she might be. it was probably going to be the place of her death, she knew that much. honestly, rosa was so out of it that she couldn't understand what the vampires wanted from her. did they want something specifically? or was this just punishment for killing their buddy? she'd managed to take out another, newer vampire by screaming when she'd first been thrown into the compound. she'd ruptured his brain with her siren scream but after that, the older ones got quite smart. they taped her mouth, ensuring no scream was going to escape. and as for the telekinesis, that was useless to her seeing as there wasn't any items around for her to use as a mental weapon. and of course, once the torture set in, her energy for it went out the window anyway.
so this was it - this was how she was going to die. there were so many targets of pain attacking her that she couldn't even pinpoint which was the worst. the chains that suspended her at her wrists had begun to cut into her delicate flesh, allowing her blood to run down her arms in deep crimson streaks. the strain of the suspension itself was not only starting to dislocate her left shoulder but cause rather difficult breathing. when she could, she would lift herself to catch a decent breath but it'd been a good twelve hours since she'd had the strength for that. she instead had to resort to difficult and staggered breaths that her lungs did not appreciate. contusions and abrasions covered much of her skin, from a heavy gash on her head to random bruising on her arms and abdomen. the worst, perhaps was the open wound on her neck from where one of them had torn into her with fangs. it bled profusely for a while, leaving the woman woozy and delirious from the blood lost.
honestly, a mortal probably would have died long ago from the injuries sustained. while she was well on her way to death, her wiccan blood kept fighting for her. yet her will to live had gone. she was going to die here, she knew that. all she wanted was for it to be over now, quickly. WORDS: 800ish || TAGGED:@open random torture template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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May 27, 2016 22:13:30 GMT -6
Post by DEAN BROOK on May 27, 2016 22:13:30 GMT -6
the beast within Paws collided with the earth, golden eyes reflecting the moonlight as it veined through the leaves of the trees. The heated breeze brushing through his cinnamon brown fur as he huffed through the branches. This was not the life he would have chose, but it did free him from the chains of his old life. Where he was spiraling to becoming somebody he barely even recognized. In a way he was thankful for Bryce, but because of Bryce.. he was something else entirely. Someone else, entirely. The night dragged on however and his prowling was less then noticeable, after all he was moving with the shadows. Trying to be as silent as he could be, he didn't want to alert any hunters that were nearby or scare off game that could possibly be eaten.
But as he continued to trot forward, a scent assaulted his senses. Causing him to sneeze and shake his head back. His claws digging into the earth beneath him as his golden eyes shifted through the darkness, night vision being the only cool thing Dean considered to being a wolf bled through the night. Until he caught sight of an abandoned building. Ears flattened slightly as his muzzle curled up to expose his canines before he slowly prowled forward. The scent of vampires hinted the air, but there was a sliver of something else. Something... human, familiar. He hoped it was nobody important, he don't know what he would do if it was.
The scent of limestone clung to the air with the sweet corpse smell, with the scent of lilac that drifted in and out of the breeze as he crept closer. His golden eyes peered through the crack of the door that was chained shut, giving him only a narrowed vision of what was going on inside but as he saw Rosalie hanging by a chain like a hog ready for slaughter. Something inside him snapped.
The doors are what splintered first, debris of wood hand flung toward the vampires. Lodging within their limbs as a deep growled filled the vicinity, watching as the vampires hissed at him before lunging at him. He stood up on his hind legs and caught one of the parasites within his front paws. Locking his jaw around the creature's face, before applying pressure. Crushing it's skull within it's mouth, letting it jerk for a bit he flung the corpse to the side as his muzzle bared his bloody canine's once more as golden eyes watched each and every corpse that watched him in horror.
Then the piercing pain came.
One of the vampires had thought it was cute to stab him with one of the shards of the wood deep in his shoulder blade. A sharp whine escaped Dean's muzzle, before anger filled him. Limping, he swiped at the vampire. Watching as they flashed back to grab another shard of wood, he watched their movements before they lunged toward him. Causing him to lung toward them in the same speed and caught the shard in his mouth, crushing it. Spitting the wood pieces out of his mouth, his muzzle curled once more as he limped forward but the vampire became a coward and ran with the others off into the distance.
Standing there he made sure that they were gone, he staggered to the ground breathing heavily before he slowly shifted back to his mortal form. Reaching toward his back and yanked out the splinter that dug into his shoulder blade with a painful gasp. Chucking it to the side, he rocked back and forth at the pain. His body covered in sweat and blood before he looked through his sweat drenched bangs at Rosa before he recollected himself. Pushing himself to his feet and robbed the faceless corpse of their pants and shirt, even though it was bloody. After dressing himself he moved toward Rosa and unchained her, catching her in his arms as he laid her down gently upon the ground. Peeling her bangs away from her face, he kept her in his lap as he watched over her. His eyes still yellow, clearly forgetting that she didn't know that he was a lycan. "Are you okay?" BAM! ♡
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May 27, 2016 23:11:22 GMT -6
Post by ROSALIE HARPER on May 27, 2016 23:11:22 GMT -6
TEARS DON'T FALL - THEY CRASH AROUND ME was she afraid? honestly, it was hard to say. sure, anyone would have a certain amount of fear in them when faced with such monsters...but she'd seen them all before. really, she was just looking forward to a means to an end. rosa had never been a suicidal girl but she hadn't exactly been a happy one either. the best she'd ever felt was back in the shelter with dean, who was her closest friend in those days. she'd been forced into a life she neither asked for nor wanted and she made the best of it. unfortunately, that meant suppressing everything she was truly meant to be. depression hadn't exactly afflicted her but neither had an overwhelming will to live. if she was going to die, there was no reason it shouldn't have been now as opposed to fifty years from now. shit happened.
as her body and mind toyed around with consciousness, she couldn't help but believe she was going crazy - to the point she believed dean was coming to save her. to make things even crazier, it was only after she'd seen him destroy her attackers, as a lycan first. yep, hallucinating. it seemed fitting, really, considering he'd been on her mind so frequently lately. their last interaction was awkward but appreciated, as she got to see what a handsome person her friend had turned into. it was frustration now, knowing that she'd never get to act upon the schoolgirl crush that had resurfaced but such was life. she supposed it was at least nice that her mind was tricking her into some sort of happiness in her last moments. she may not have been able to be with dean in life, but at least she was going to enjoy his presence just before her death. perhaps she'd even have a conversation with him...all in her head of course, because of the blood loss. but a conversation didn't come. "hi dean..." she hadn't even been aware of the words that escaped her. she just wanted to believe he was there...that maybe he'd answer.
in one motion she was freed from her shackles, but not the agony associated with them. she'd been suspended in the same place for so long that being moved sent a shock of pain through her. though barely coherent, she screamed out in agony, the walls rattling around them. as a kid, rosa sang soothingly to dean and a few others in the home...to ease their worries. but the scream of hers, that was like nothing she'd ever let them hear. surely it would have frightened them. she all but fell on dean, unable to control herself, supported only by his gentle ushering of her broken body. "d-dean?" she managed to sputter out. as soon as her body hit the ground, free from the agony, the healing process began...though it would likely take days to fully complete. first, however, was her mind. it slowly began to work, assuring her that this was no delusion of her sleep, food, and water-deprived body. "your're...real? how did you find me...?" breaths were somewhat staggered though she could feel him. she lifted her hand to feel him...his arm, his chest, his cheek...it all felt real.
was she okay? well...no. but she'd live, probably. "i...i am now." she smiled wistfully, grimacing through the pain. she had never been so happy to see him in her entire life. horror befell her features, however, when her gaze lifted to meet his face. in the handsomely innocent features she'd been falling for, she found something out of place there. rather than his stunning blue eyes of pure kindness, rosalie looked upon haunting gold ones. "no..." she blinked a few times hoping when she opened her eyes, she would see dean, the dean she knew, in front of her. but nothing changed.
"no, you can't be...you can't...no." an overwhelming sense of panic washed over her and like a wave, anxiety struck at her veins. breathing became more labored she tried to process what was going on. in no way had she any fear for dean; she was well aware he'd never harm her. shit, he'd just saved her life. the fear instead came from within her own self, knowing what her responsibilities were as a hunter. most of the second half of her life she'd been programmed as a hunter, brainwashed into believing all things supernatural needed to be put down. she was taught she was a freak and that she herself needed to hide what she was, or face death. and now, she was staring right into the eyes of a lycan. a lycan who was not only her best friend but a guy she'd been falling in love with.
rosa attempted to turn herself over, scooting away in a tizzy. she hadn't gotten far before rolling onto broken glass, causing another scream of pain to errupt. this time, crumbling part of the wall around them, nearly striking the two. she covered her mouth after mouth 'i'm sorry', resorting to simply crying instead. fuck, was she a mess. dramaaa template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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May 28, 2016 0:55:06 GMT -6
Post by DEAN BROOK on May 28, 2016 0:55:06 GMT -6
the beast within Of course he was relieved that she had expected him to save her, but the relieve slowly ebbed away into fear as she became more coherent. Making him realize that she was no mortal herself, he blinked quickly before rubbing his eyes as tears began to form. Blue eyes becoming more visible through the gold. "I wasn't trying to find you.... i just smelt your scent and i... came running. Just like when your car got broken into that one night.. i remembered your scent...." He explained feebly, but he knew that was going to be no use. She'd panic, become afraid and then want to get away from him as soon as possible. That happened a lot to him lately, he try to be friends and as soon as they see the monster behind the sheep, they run. Why was this any different? Why did he ever think that Rosalie would be any different? Even if she wasn't a mortal... she didn't mingle with beasts, with monsters like him. She was good in that sense, she was innocent. Unlike him who has upon occasion blacked out and fed upon a town. During full moons of course, he never was himself those two weeks.
He swallowed as she began to panic, feeling his chest restrict as his heart was slowly tearing in two. This was why he hated being a lycan, it pushed those who mattered away. It made him more skittish and afraid of being himself, for accepting the wolf within. He quickly went to her aid when she had met with shards of glass and picked her up. Holding her firmly with his arms before moving to an area where there weren't any objects to harm her before setting her down once more. Picking out the glass that was in a few spots that would prove life threatening if not taken out sooner. Before he slowly slumped down to his ass. Knees pressing to his chin as he hugged his legs close, rocking back and forth as he observed her. Watched her, in silence. Alone with his thoughts.
What was she thinking? Was she afraid of him? Why didn't he remember she didn't know, why did he have be in this predicament? Why was she a danger magnet? Wasn't this the second time vampires or supernatural creatures tried to attack her and for what? Because she smelt different, why did she smell different? She wasn't a mortal... so what was she? Why was she here? What got her to be in this situation? So many questions, yet all he could do was sit there and rock. Watching her as tears of fear welled up and fell down his cheeks. Soaking his knees as he struggled to breath correctly. He listened to her cry, screwing his eyes shut as he tried to tune it out. But it burned in his mind and no matter how much he'd try to drown out the sound. It would always be there to haunt him now, to make him remember that even if he tried to be normal... he still was a monster. A fuck up. A waste of space.
"You shouldn't be the one to say sorry, it's me. I should have told you... i should have pushed you away, made you not like me at all... but i couldn't not when the only person that was nice to me still... was nice to me. The only person that knew what i went through... that i had gone through. None of the pack i am in knows... only... only Bryce but he disappeared. So did Ben, i'm alone... and the wolf inside me. This thing. It's not me... and no matter how i try to fight it... it comes back stronger and i am so tired of fighting. I don't want... i am sorry this was not my intention... i never wanted... i wish...please... please stop crying?" He rambled, his tone tearful as he stopped rocking staring at her as his eyes shimmered gold again. He slowly lowered his legs to an indian seated style before trying to reach out towards her but recoiled thinking better of it. He was the last person that she'd want any comfort from, after what she saw. After what she had witnessed. Did he blame her? No... not really, he wouldn't want any comfort from himself either. all the feels :'( ♡
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Jul 8, 2016 6:14:48 GMT -6
Post by ROSALIE HARPER on Jul 8, 2016 6:14:48 GMT -6
TEARS DON'T FALL - THEY CRASH AROUND ME though not always quick on her feet, she was quick in her mind. rosa had already determined what dean was, even if her experience with lycans had been somewhat limited in comparison to other species. it had been mostly vampires she had been faced with, which was why taking out the first one on her own was such a breeze for her. but a lycan was an entirely different story. while she didn’t have the proper tools to take one out on her person, she didn’t have the strength for that either. then again, it was all a worthless thought, considering she’d never harm dean. it was his simple words, about smelling her, which brought confirmation to her very beliefs and observations. her best friend as a monster…a freak. just like her.
fear filled her already tear-filled eyes as she tried to process the events before her. she wasn’t crying because of the pain sweeping over her body or even for the post-traumatic stress of the entire ordeal. instead, she was crying for dean. she was crying for herself. she was crying for every little detail of what had happened in their lives. she had no idea what had happened to him after his adoption, but clearly it hadn’t been good – look what he’d been made into. and here she was, on the opposite end of the spectrum. whereas he’d been made into some deadly beast, she’d been beaten down into submission and made to believe she needed to take down his kind. a whimper escaped her as she tried to force back the bile in her stomach that threatened to surface, ill at the thought of it all.
even though she’d panicked and tried to escape, rosalie made no further efforts to escape dean’s help as he picked her up. instead, she found herself resting against him, breathing in the safe scent of him. cautious gaze followed him closely as he picked out the glass shards, leaving nothing but bloody wounds that would heal in a few hours’ time for her. she didn’t bother with worrying over herself, feeling the life slowly start to return to her. in part, she was a little disappointed. she'd been wandering over these last few years without purpose – death would have been a kind reprieve. but the other half of her was happy to be free from her binding.
rosa's gaze lifted to dean, who was now rocking back and forth. it seemed ironic that he was her savior, considering she’d spent so many years of her youth trying to soothe and comfort him. in one fleeting moment, he’d gone from big bad wolf, to the gentle guy she’d always known. seeing him there, in that moment, her fear vanished. this was still the same friend she’d grown up with. he was still dean, in every way, shape, and form. his handsome face still melted her unease away and his voice sent a shiver down her spine, reminding her that he was indeed someone she’d been falling for. he had seen what she was capable of, at least to some extent, and yet he was still there…instead of running. why should she not give him the very same opportunity?
“dean…” she muttered as he began to speak. but rather than silence him, she listened carefully. though each word he had to say, each little bit of the confession, broke her heart a little more. it was luck, or perhaps just coincidence that brought them back together after all these years…but guilt overtook her in that moment. she should have found dean immediately after her 18th birthday and freedom from the conrads; she should have been there for him. instead, she wallowed in her own self-pity and fear. “dean…it’s okay.” she whispered as he finally finished his spiel, hardly able to find her own voice.
without much warning, rosa stood from her spot, wincing gingerly through what remained of her pain. she steadied herself enough that she could make it over to his side, sinking against the wall next to him. and while she was hesitant, her fingertips still found his chin, carefully bringing his gaze up to her so that she could meet it with their own. “i’m a hunter. I’ve killed and i’m not proud of it…but that’s what led me here.” she stated simply, the guilt shining through her words. honestly, she half expected him to pack up and leave her…and she wouldn’t blame him for it either. “but i’m a freak too. you’ve seen what i can do.” she motioned to the crumbled wall, scratching her throat for a moment. “but you saved me…i will never be able to repay you.” eyes fell to the ground for a moment before she reached for his hand, hoping he wouldn’t object. before she knew it, she was humming, letting her voice fill the small damaged space between them in attempts to soothe his worries away. “i’m not afraid of you, dean brook. i’ve always been afraid of losing you.” back then and even now, in spite of it all, that was what weighed heavy on her heart. dramaaa template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Aug 30, 2016 22:07:30 GMT -6
Post by DEAN BROOK on Aug 30, 2016 22:07:30 GMT -6
the beast within Tears stung the young werewolf's eyes as he stared at Rosa, trying his best to swallow. To calm down but the fact that she had recoiled away from him had burned though his mind. Was this the meaning of being a monster. Something that was unnatural? Against nature? Against her? If that was how it was going to be, he didn't want to be this thing. Unable to control his rage... his emotions, the shift. The painful process of broken bones and fur spurting from every pour. The stretching of skin that tour to expose nerves, muscle, bone. He hated the pain, but it made him stronger. Prevented him from being weak, freed him from the bondage of his abusive adopted family.
"No, it's not okay. I'm not okay, Rosa. I'll never be okay so long as i am this... this thing. It's a gift and a curse. I have to live with it for the rest of my life and i don't even know how to control it. My pack leader and most of my pack LEFT me. I'm alone... a young werewolf alone in a world full of hunters that if i did something stupid, wrong, or was in the wrong place at the wrong time... i'd be killed. They shoot and ask questions later, i've seen it happen." He sputtered as he continued to rock, his arms gripping his legs tightly to his chest. Before his brown eyes shot up to Rosa as she stood, a territorial growl slipping from his lips as they shimmered gold.
Among realizing it, he slowly gripped the sides of his head trying to will the wolf away before he felt the reassuring touch of Rosa's shoulder brush against his as she sat down beside him. Causing him to slowly close his eyes as he took in her scent. His eyes tightly shut as his hands slipped to rest upon his knees, gripping tightly into balled fists. Knuckles white due to how hard he was trying to concentrate on willing his inner wolf away. "You're not a freak, you never were one. They made you believe that.. the people that made you be the person you are now." He spoke through gritted teeth, letting his head rest upon the back of the brick wall as he stared up at the ceiling of the building they resided under. The scent of death becoming stronger as the minutes rolled by. His eyes flashed open to the crumbled wall before them, his golden eyes taking in every broken detail before his eyes slid toward her. Watching her, before his eyes fell upon her hand that reached for his balled fist.
"I don't need you to repay me, Rosa. I almost lost you today because vampires thought they were messing with someone that wouldn't be missed. These parasites are an infestation and think they can do anything they want. Get anything or whoever they want, well they are sadly mistaken. As you can see, they didn't get very far." His tone was angry as his attention drew to the corpses of the vampires decaying upon the dirty floor of the building. Before the humming started, causing an inner peace to bubble within his system. Closing his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief. As if he had been in pain throughout that time and he had been holding his breath for it to hurt lesser then it did. Though that was not the case, Rosalie always had this...ability to calm the savageness within Dean. Even chase away the darkness, the depression. He didn't know how she did it, but he was glad she didn't give up or stop trying. Despite his attempts to relieve her from having him as a burden upon her life.
Her words surprised him however, causing him to quickly look at her. She was afraid of losing him of all people she was afraid of losing him instead of being afraid of him, after all he had done right before her eyes? He wanted to laugh in disbelief, he truly did. But the other part of him just... wanted to kiss her and that's what he did. He quickly reached over, his left hand uncoiling from the fist it had been prior. Cupping her cheek within his rough hand delicately as he drew her face closer to his and met her lips with his own. The taste of her lips was a soft sweet sensation that caused him to breathe sharply as he stole another kiss. He didn't want to lose her either, but he had already said that and due to being out of words along with wanting to keep his inner wolf at bay. This seemed like a good idea, but was it really? repost ♡
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