Bruises || Solo
Compromise. There were many words that she had come to learn to despise since her return to this world but among them, the one that she reviled the most was that one: compromise. Her existence had subsisted of nothing but since her return. She had been forced to compromise with the shape that she had been shunted into, small and frail and brittle, sticks and mud. She had been forced to compromise with her goals of this world, for this world that she should have ruled, trodden underfoot without a thought to instead exist in a life that seemed to her, at times, less than that of a human in this despicable place. She had been forced to compromise when they had stripped her power from her, forced to choose between death, and this existence, she would have chosen death but they had taken that choice from her. He had taken that choice from her, hating her and despising her and yet unwilling to let her go for that last fragment of hope that she could ever return what had been taken from him, or out of some desire to cling to the last remnants of the woman whom she had possessed.
Constraint. She had been forced to bend to the rules and moral code that he had placed upon her so that he might be willing to help her, to show her how to survive, how to exist in this world that was nothing like what it should have been. She had been restricted, confined, quartered and trapped within this shell, within rooms and walls, within rules and mandates of things that should have held no importance to her since the moment of her return, and she had found that at very long and overdue last, she had reached the end of her immense restraint. She had been forced into little pieces, little moments, fragments of time and pieces of an existence, bound by words and loyalties and wounds of a heart that she did not possess, and she could contain herself no longer. Not now. Not when she had come to know this truth. He had returned. He had left her. He had made her feel. She knew, now more than ever that their fates were locked. Sealed. They had destroyed one another and yet still they stood. Impotent. She could not save him. She could not help him, and he had not wanted her to – not then. He had only wanted the one thing that he could not have in this world. She could not give him Fred. She could not give him peace. She could not save him. She could not save herself. She could only do one thing.
Violence. It was not as if it was difficult to find. This town was built upon its premise, the end of this age of man having lent itself to a proclivity of bloodshed and violence, enough so to nearly sate the unquenchable thirst of the once God-King. Nearly. The vampires had made no pretense of concealing their hunting grounds. She had smelled the sickly sweet odor of rotted, fetid flesh and bloodstained earth from many blocks away. From there, finding the nest had been simple. They were protected only by walls of plaster and wood and panes of glass – doors that shattered with barely a glancing blow as she pressed her way within. She moved with alacrity, and struck in a flurry of blows, the first two of the demonic guards that made an immediate appearance dropped within seconds; one solid slam of her flat hand against the chest of one left their ribs concave, even the extra organs of the demon species doing little to protect them from the multiple instant penetrations and shards of bone that pierced through their body with a satisfying crunch. The human beside him was broken in barely a moment’s effort, his head twisted sideways and staring up at the ceiling with blank eyes as it hit the ground. The screams of those that would have been the human victims within the club were ignored; a series of sweeping strides carrying her forward to the first of the vampires that backpedaled, those nearest, their bones snapping with ease under the flurry of blows, blood and ash splashing against the glossy wood floor beneath her, pooling outwards in hypnotizing swirls. It was luxurious, the feel of it, the taste of their fear and their pain and their panic. She could hear them coming, their would be soldiers, the metallic clicking of their weapons being prepared.
Exhilaration. She could feel it, burning hot and bright in her, the need for thought and emotions fading away into the thrill of it. Primal. Instinctive. Her gaze snapped towards the hallways that led into the foyer, a malicious and almost gleeful smile touching her lips as she watched the scattered and rag-tag handful of vampires approach.”Come, then, and I will grant you the honor of a death greater than you deserve.” She taunted, she challenged, dropping the wheezing form of the last one that had crossed her path, her hands falling to her side, watching, waiting for them to come to her, to give her the battle that she craved.