TW: Racial Slurs, Depictions Of Gore.
“ Remmick—sire, I heard a scream! T-The hivemind it.. it went all dark n’ fuzzy! Like a lightin’ strike.. then it.. fuck everyone's feelin’ like they’re heads about to explode! It’s really bad out there, Bo is tryin’ to keep the peace but that incompetent slant-eyed bastard can only do so much. Some folks even passed out. What in the world happened— “
There was an aching silence that briefly fell between the pair of beasts.. something sinister and ever so great and painful as Joan’s eyes landed on the mangled hunk of still-breathing flesh on the ground before Remmick’s feet—everything came crashing down all at once like a runaway freight train after that.
“ Wha.. you—sire? No.. OH GOD NO! BERT! “
The woman would then race towards the almost headless body that was once her beloved husband, screaming like a banshee as she knelt beside him. Cradling him in her arms like one would a newborn. The worst part of it all being that Bert, despite his head almost inches away from falling off his shoulders, was still very much alive and experiencing it all. The pain was almost unbearably blinding.
“ Shh, shh it’s okay Bertie you’re gonna be okay.. I’m not gonna let you die like this! He.. WHAT DID YOU DO—I don’t.. I don’t understand, HELP HIM! DON’T JUST STAND THERE?! Oh God.. oh my God-oh my God-oh my God— “
Joan was hysterical up to this point, eyes stinging with tears that refused to fall down her puffy and milky-white cheeks. Her arms seemed to shake with exhaustion as she tried to keep her beloved head firmly against his shoulders. She wanted to throw up. She knew how—brutal, her sire could get.. but she didn’t think he’d—they were both doing so well! Her Bert just wanted what was best for everyone! WHY COULDN’T REMMICK SEE HIS VISION FOR THE HIVE! This—THIS WAS ALL THAT PREACHER'S SONS’ FAULT.
“ ..How could you—AFTER ALL WE’VE DONE! You.. you're a foolish man! This fuckin’ infatuation with that nigger boy is gonna be the downfall of the hive AND you! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEAD, we lost! You aren't gettin’ your precious griot! So do everyone a favor n’ move on! “
She was screaming, fangs bared, eyes pitched-black and animalistic. If anything it looked like the dumb-broad was actually challenging the elder. But even she knew better than that, the truth was she was pissed-scared out of her mind. She figured that if she were to die now, bloody and beaten like a hog—she might as well tell Remmick off.
“ Bertie.. my love.. Please wake up, please.. “
She's angry. He can FEEL IT and yet it's nothing compared to his own feelings. His, the ones that mattered, not these lost causes with such stubborn ANIMALISTIC beliefs. They were monsters, predators but a line was being crossed and, as he draws his bloodied trousers up his thighs to squat at her level, his tone lacks the warmth he'd presented Sammy and the Juke. No, it's COLD, flat and matter of fact.
❛ Save 'im. Go on now. You an' the failed BREEDIN' BULL. Little blood from them mucked up veins an' he'll be right as rain... ❜
A familiar grin splits his face then, the 'BUT' hanging heavily in the air between them.
❛ 'Course, if he don' stop in time, he'll FINISH YA OFF. ❜
Penance. Insubordination and blasphemy is what landed them both here, lest they ever forget it. He stands, pants falling back into place, the deep creases a testament to just how much he was enjoying this.
❛ Go on, now. Ain' got much time with y'er DILLY DALLYING. ❜
He'd cross the room, waving his hand at her like he'd asked her for a simple favor instead of a life altering decision. He'd drop into the rickety chair, glistening in Bert's blood as he smiles, teeth sharp and eyes MOLTEN with satisfaction.
❛ Tell me them vows y'went an' took MEAN SOMETHIN'. ❜
@servants-of-the-true-savior