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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:42:18 GMT
Her words seemed only to anger him more and she could hear the blood rushing in her ears as he squeezed her throat again, cutting off her breath. It was difficult to make sense of what he said. All her brain was able to process was pain and a desperate need for oxygen. She nearly blacked out when suddenly, he released again and started lowering her to the ground. Her eyes glazed for a moment and she struggled to gasp in air through her throbbing throat.
She felt confused and dazed already, but that only increased when Drake's tone turned almost repentant. Still, if it weren't for the hands still holding her up at the back of her neck, she would have collapsed. Her entire form felt limp as jelly. After a moment, he leaned forward and succeeded in capturing her unfocused gaze and wavering attention. His sharp, dagger-like teeth loomed inches from her face and he called strangling too easy a death. Instead, he moved toward her, hissing about wanting to know her taste.
Somewhere in her mind, panic welled up again, desperately afraid that she was wrong, that he could still take her soul. That this had all been for nothing. Her eyes widened, and she tried far too late to struggle out of his strong grasp.
If Drake had been looking for a scream, he got one. All the breath in her lungs seemed suddenly forced out, giving voice to both her fear and her pain in an agonized shriek. The pinching, tearing sensation made her skin crawl like mad and her nerves seemed aflame. After an eternal moment, the scream lapsed into an odd, breathy groan as she lost consciousness.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:42:29 GMT
The tang of her blood filled his mouth, and his body tensed up immediately as he realized what he was doing. If he did this, if he killed her, then...this...this wasn't the plan? Drake pulled away, his mouth dripping with her blood, conflicted. He couldn't, he couldn't, he needed to stop. But...?
"James." He said, his voice urgent, the delirious smile gone from his face. "You need to do it right now."
He sank to the ground, letting go of Linnet somewhere in the process, his hands instead going to his head, where that buzzing had stopped, but now he wasn't sure what was going on. How had she played him that way? Surely she'd known, but how...? But how else would she have wanted him to kill her, after all the threats...unless she really was just a stupid girl, in over her head. Drake looked at his hands, they hung limply at their wrists, trembling, trembling. He was shaking. How could he have lost it so easily? This was a problem, a problem...
James, who had hurried over the moment Drake sank his teeth into Linnet, was holding on to her, pulling her head into his lap as he touched her face with his cold fingers. He'd realized what she was doing, and he wasn't going to finish the job. He couldn't. He was just going to brush the hair from her face and hold onto her until her soul moved on.
"James!" Drake said again, harsher this time, though he was trembling all over, appalled at how easily he'd lost control.
The demon slammed his hands against the ground in a manner tantrum-esque. James shook his head, then shook his head at Linnie, holding her but making no effort to staunch the flow of blood from her neck.
This was it.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:42:37 GMT
As her mind flickered back into awareness, she became aware that she was falling. A peaceful numbness flickered through her, rendering her distant from the pain of her physical form. For the first time in a long time, she felt absolutely nothing. No emotion, no pain, no fear. Her mouth hung somewhat slack as her breathing gradually slowed. Her soul still seemed to be hers. Drake had not been able to eat it after all, but she was fading fast.
She spoke, dazed and only half aware of what she was saying, "I... I won."
A laugh that was more of a burbling choke came from her throat.
Suddenly, she realized she was being held, her hair stroked in a relaxing manner. Her eyes slowly dragged and flicked until they found James's face, only partially focusing.
"I'm... surry, I 'ad to escape.... I 'ad to."
A flickering sorrow rested on her features. Her jaw worked fitfully a moment before she managed to gasp out, "Fank you... Sur James."
Her lips flickered into a semblance of a smile for a moment, as she reached out a heavy arm to try to touch his face. She frustratingly found she was too weak, but held there until she could find his hand. As their hands touched, though, hers seemed to drain of strength. The numb coldness was winning and she was going limp. Her vision faded until she was aware of nothing but James's face, then nothing at all.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:42:44 GMT
He didn't start crying until she apologized to him. Then the tears began to fall, streaming down his face and dripping from his chin. He tried to keep quiet, though; she was still talking, her voice dragging now that the blood was leaking from her neck. She smiled at him, lifted a hand towards him. It quavered in the air like a feather, and slowly he reached out to take it in his own, lacing his fingers with hers as her weight dragged her arm back down. He let it, just staring at her face as the telltale signs of life dribbled away and she ceased to exist. He let out a small sound of distress, holding her hand a moment more before letting go, closing her eyes and shutting her mouth gently. That was it. Her soul was gone, he could no longer smell anything but the smoke hanging heavily in the air around them.
Drake was still sitting on his knees, a bit hunched over, staring at his hands. Thin trails of blood haloed his mouth.
James sighed, pulling Linnie's body away from the growing fire--he'd bury her later, she deserved a nice spot in the garden-- but he had to deal with Drake now. He scooted over to the demon, taking the pale face in his hands and wiping the blood off that pale mouth with his sleeve.
"I don't understand," Drake whispered, "I'm not like that anymore, how could she...?"
His mumbling was muffled when James pulled his head into his shoulder and pressed his face against the side of Drake’s head, quietly shaking as he cried. It was over now, but how could he still feel so empty? He should be happy, she was saved, she had won, she was okay now...
A demon and a little boy sat in a burning library with the corpse of a girl for a long time, not speaking. This was the end. Later, perhaps, Drake would put the pieces together. He'd be angry, angry at how he'd been played, angry that their library was a still-smoking husk, but he couldn't stay angry at the solemn-faced little boy with the red-ringed eyes for long. And James comforted himself in his own way, wondering what Linnet was doing in her new life, as the years passed. He hoped she'd be happy now. He hoped she'd never dream of him, or of Drake, or of the manor. She deserved a little peace in her life, after all.
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