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//Hey guys. I’m going to be disappearing because I came out tonight and my mother is furious and will be turning off my internet, my phone, taking away all my privileges, etc. I’ll get back on whenever I can, but it could be a while. I have no idea what I’m going to do because I have seven months till I can legally move out - she refuses to kick me out but will be taking everything away from me. Tagging people I was in RPs with - I’ll get to replies whenever possible.
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Clarice sighed and let her eyes go back to normal, though she wasn’t as bouncy as she was before. “Fine,” she muttered.
A small smile spread across his lips. ” ‘s much appreciated, Miss…”
The corner of Clarice's mouth quirked up into a smile again. "You're welcome," she giggled. "I'm sorry."
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"Don’t lie to me," Clarice said softly. "Who hurt you?" she repeated.
He frowned “s-someone from m-m-my past and someone n-not to w-w-worry about…h-he….he isn’t a p-p-problem anymore” Richard shifted side to side nervously.
Clarice nodded sympathetically. "I'm glad he's not a problem anymore," she said, then brightened up again. "You're an actor, right?"
Xavier laughed at her, pressing her down against the mattress. He moved his hand from her neck to her wrists, holding them above her, and dropped the knife in order to drag sharp, ragged nails - or claws, even - against her stomach, causing blood to begin to bleed out.
She screams, loudly and in pain, twisting away from him as much as she could. By now her face hurt, her wrist was surely broken underneath his grasp, her face, swelling and her stomach bleeding, a gaping wound forming in her skin. She screams, heart beat racing furiously, battering her chest in a way to escape. Her mind aches for her to concede.
Her screams only serve to push Xavier's hunger for her pain onwards; only serve to make him more bloodthirsty. He pressed his nails against the wounds, leaving punctures inside of the lacerations. There was little finesse when Xavier tortured some poor soul - he didn't care about extracting information, just causing pain. It was brutish and bloody.
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She screamed, violently, in his face trying to move away from him, she tried to close off her front but couldn't, each pull push her neck further into his hands, and each push pushed her bare body closer to him. Another scream tried to strangle out through her throat, but died, unable to squeeze free.
Xavier laughed at her, pressing her down against the mattress. He moved his hand from her neck to her wrists, holding them above her, and dropped the knife in order to drag sharp, ragged nails - or claws, even - against her stomach, causing blood to begin to bleed out.
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"Was he? He seemed more sarcastic then anything else," she stared up the stairwell, "That was him being nice?" she arched an eyebrow.
Clarice nodded. "That was nice for him. Normally he's really cruel or kills people."
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Good afternoon. I know this is an odd question, but I don’t suppose you have any break that I could perhaps have? I have a small weakness for feeding the ducks whenever I visit a park like this.
Clarice shook her head. "No, I don't!" she apologized with a grin. "Why do you like feeding the ducks?"
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Clarice frowned when he flinched like that, and her enthusiasm died down slightly. “Who hurt you?” she asked him softly.
He looked back up at her innocently before biting his hip and looking down “n-no one, its….i-it’s nothing…n-nothing happened” he mumbled backing away from her shyly.
"Don't lie to me," Clarice said softly. "Who hurt you?" she repeated.
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Clarice made her eyes even wider and sadder. “Pleaaase?” she pleaded, lower lip beginning to wobble.
Jack winced and began to rub his temples. “Please stop, Miss. Please stop.”
Clarice sighed and let her eyes go back to normal, though she wasn't as bouncy as she was before. "Fine," she muttered.
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Xavier chuckled. “Maybe it would,” he agreed, amused, then went back up stairs again.
Clarice stared after him, gaping. She almost never saw him act like that towards someone…
She looked annoyed then arched an eyebrow at Clarice’s expression, “Is something the matter.
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"It was a threat, I will only carry it out if he tries to harm you."
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Clarice shook her head slowly. "He was being nice to you," she said in astonishment.
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Clarice gave him wide puppy dog eyes, putting an edge of vampire charm into it. “Plllleeeease?” she begged.
Jack narrowed his eyes at her as he felt a sudden need to tell her. ” ‘m used ta this, Miss… ‘s between me an’ me psychiatrist.”
Clarice made her eyes even wider and sadder. "Pleaaase?" she pleaded, lower lip beginning to wobble.
Xavier crouched in front of her, drawing the knife lightly along an exposed layer of her skin. He didn’t press down at all, but the knife was sharp enough to split the skin without having to.
She winced but did not move, watching him as he drug the knife along her flesh, seeing the blood bubble to the top. From her lips trickled a little whimper, just a tiny sound as he approached her. In a flash second she hit her head against his, trying to get him away from her.
Xavier stumbled back just a bit when she hit her head against his, but within the second he was back next to her, hand around her throat. "Fine, you want to play like that?" he hissed. "I won't even warm you up, then. Let's go straight to the real pain." He grasped her shirt and ripped it apart, pulling it off her body.
Xavier left the room and came back with a knife. “I could do the same thing with my nails,” he said darkly, “but I want a cleaner cut right now.”
She shuttered in place and the moment he left the room she scrambled for the edge of the mattress, only stopping when she saw him emerge back with a knife. There was a tremor in her body, curling up tight to protect whatever organs he planned to pull out of her.
Xavier crouched in front of her, drawing the knife lightly along an exposed layer of her skin. He didn't press down at all, but the knife was sharp enough to split the skin without having to.
"No one can hear you, bitch," Xavier snarled. "Or, well, no one except Clarice and the driver. And neither of them is going to be helping you, so you might as well not waste your screams."
She screams anyway, ignoring him. She’d warned him it was a mistake to take her, that she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. She screams again, and again and again, wriggling around on the mattress before turning angry eyes at him. “I’m here, what the fuck do you want?”
Xavier left the room and came back with a knife. "I could do the same thing with my nails," he said darkly, "but I want a cleaner cut right now."
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Clarice pouted and bounced on her heels. “Noo, telll meee!” she whined. “I wanna knooow!”
He shook his head and took a step back. “No thank ya.”
Clarice gave him wide puppy dog eyes, putting an edge of vampire charm into it. "Plllleeeease?" she begged.
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"I’ve been around a long time, and I can do things most vampires can’t," Xavier growled by way of explanation. "If you’d hurt my Clarice, you would have found out we’re more evenly matched than you might think. I’d kill him because my Clarice has a nasty habit of bringing children home and hiding them from me, and I don’t particularly like children."
"And you would be surprised what lengths a mother would go too to protect her son, I could rip out what little of a soul you have left and stick it in the body of a bat," she smirked, "Maybe that would have a little poetic justice to it."
Xavier chuckled. "Maybe it would," he agreed, amused, then went back up stairs again.
Clarice stared after him, gaping. She almost never saw him act like that towards someone...
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"Why are you so nervous?" Clarice asked, bouncing on her heels. She poked his nose. "You’re adorable," she repeated with a beam.
He blushed before looking up at her “y-you, the things y-you say…and i…i a-am always nervous like t-this” he replied. When she went to touch his face he completely flinched away, not just a little, a lot like someone with a past history of abuse. He whimpered softly “P-Please….please s-stop touching m-me….i-i…i don’t want t-to sound mean b-but please” he bugged.
Clarice frowned when he flinched like that, and her enthusiasm died down slightly. "Who hurt you?" she asked him softly.
