𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇. because you do not want to see it. you do not want to see them taking over justin again. it is not fair, but you know that this is your punishment. to see glimpses of justin, and never have him completely again. and yet you do not move from his grasp. you know that at any given point he can kill you and yet… you do not know why you don’t move. perhaps it is the expectancy that there is more of justin as he holds you. that he will fight the darkness long enough for you to run and find some cover. but you know that this is unlikely. you are likely to die right here, in his arms, and there is a piece of you that does not care. at least then, you would die by his hand. and then he starts talking, talking about the moments that you were without humanity. it flashes at you, the murder, the way you had felt and most importantly, the way that you didn’t care about what happened to the people that caught themselves under your fangs. all you had cared about was chaos and control, and the darkness had given you both. chaos and control over yourself and those around you. you had only turned your humanity back on because of his family, because of what you had seen in those moments of pure chaos. but there was no way to bring back justin. you knew that now. all you were doing now, is keeping them entertained. keeping justin alive in some way was better than not having him alive at all. ❝ it came rushing back, of course it did. i just… as a vampire i know when to use those feelings. i never forget anything, my memory is far better than anything alive, ❞ and that was true, you weren’t alive, you were never alive. ❝ i always felt bad in a way, and opining the floodgates didn’t make a difference. but no worries, it keeps me awake at night. ❞
↳ a feral vampire and dark wizard shares less likeness. eliminating remorse turned vampires into cruel gluttons. relied solely on instincts, only thinking feed feed feed, while leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. contrastingly, dark magic required focus and concentration. whereas emotions flick on and off like a light switch, everything must align for the ritual to work. and for justin russo, to his misfortune, it happened without flaw. he studied the incantations for weeks, perfecting the elocution. he found the exact river, near the crooked tree. his remarkable intelligence betrayed him, and the darkness did the same. usually his younger brother exhibited naiveté, but not even he understood the danger of the bargain. justin simply wanted his beloved juliet to return, in hopes for a chance at restoring her humanity. but he went down a slippery slope, and ended up trading his own humanity in the process. what he awakened paled in comparison to even the most prolific rippers. the only sameness lied within chaos. dark magic thrived on its organization, where it could manipulate to its every whim. to say any vampire possessed control would be foolish, resorting to petty trade for indulgence or restraint and an onslaught of regret. whether justin could ever part with the darkness remained uncertain. it never held onto a host for this long, but as long as it held the real control, it wouldn’t have to worry. no, it could never leave the boy, locked away for eternity. its escape was destined to happen, to rise above good mages. teeth grit while she wallowed in guilt. she was repenting in the way he wanted her to, but simply thinking about a similar fate, where somehow the soul would meet body again, enraged him. impossible, we are one now ! where the darkness ended and justin began, where justin ended and darkness began, should be indistinguishable. ❛ i have no regret. i don’t feel bad at all. ❜ he simpered, looking pleased with himself. hands move to hook his legs underneath her arms and apply a chinlock, finally leaning back to pull up the opponent's head and neck. ❛ were you fooled for a bit ? or did you know the whole time and wanted to convince yourself ? you think you’re so clever. ❜ a snarl ripped through his throat, and now she should know this is not her justin. he pulls her hair and thus forces her to stare up at his insipid eyes, void of everything. ❛ keeps you awake at night, like you can ever sleep again. let me ask you one last question. how does it feel knowing that i’m wearing your boyfriend’s face? to know this is the face that begged for his love back, and to know now that we are one ? ❜