night terrors [solo]

Post by **Every** » 02 Jun 2013, 23:39

“ You're right, Every. I do need an actual sire.”

It hadn’t been as much of a slap as he probably meant it to be as she set her face in her knees, ignoring the black void around her with tension causing the muscles in her neck, back and shoulders to be tense. She didn’t remember dying again – did someone get to her in her sleep? It wasn’t likely... she generally slept in The Eyrie unless she was with him. Unless there were more Tytonidae members in the realm...

“ I let you take me away from my home. I fell for you, my captor.”

She ran her hands through her brown hair, Hadrian’s words echoing around her as she took them in stride and continued to focus on the useless breathing that she was doing. Already, her hands itched for her weapon – where was her gun, anyway? Her blade? Even when she slept at the dwelling with Kyrian, her blade was always within reach due to her nerves being on edge.

As if someone were listening to her thoughts, there was the clatter of metal against stone and she instinctively swept the blade up in hand before pressing it against Hadrian’s throat. Unlike a month ago, there was no gash to show she’d slit the pale flesh or any blood. She tightened her hold on the blade, ready to kill only to feel the handle beginning to fall apart as the location shifted around her.

“He isn’t worth it, Evee.”

No longer was she standing ready to kill Hadrian, but she sat in a chair with her sire across from her and her hazel eyes blinked a few times before she lifted her gaze to meet Micah’s purple ones. Her hair was damp, loose waves framing her face as she took in her surroundings. The Eyrie. It was the day that she returned from the Shadow Realm... Her conversation with her sire about what happened.

“ I’m sorry I couldn't protect you. I should have been there to keep you safe, and I wasn't.”

The sensation of guilt and embarrassment returned to her gut, causing her to bring her bare feet up into the chair while she tried to get rid of the discomfort as she let out a small exhale, “You have your own life, Micah. You were with Vel, and I was trying to protect Alexio.” Every had wanted to cry again at the man’s words; she never had a such a strong father figure in her life and it wasn’t easy for her to hear anyone that cared for her to be guilty for a mistake she made.

"It's my job as your sire to keep you safe and I failed not only with you, but I failed with Levente too."

Every closed her eyes, her arm that had finally re-appeared wrapping around her chest to guard a sore torso before she chuckled, “I’ll accept sadness, but no guilt.” When she was met with silence, she reopened them only to find herself facing the waterfront down by West Towers.

“I'm trying to now decide if I should push you in the river here or in the ocean when we surf." She spoke without thinking, not that she did much anyway when she was sitting with Kyrian, the Spaniard having found an interesting place in her heart. She stared at him, close to pouting.

“What?”

“I can't do eights!” And he had to make a comment that made her settle to just push him over, but a smile danced across her lips after she called him a show off. Every leaned into the man’s side, relaxing comfortably as she let out a small and content sigh.

He was easily becoming one of her favorite people in Harper Rock.

“I’m glad that I met you.”

The words caused her surroundings to shatter and she let out an undignified yelp before she felt the unfamiliar weight tackle her to the wooden floor of her apartment. Every adjusted to lay on her back and shoved her shirt down into the waistband of her jeans before aiming a punch at Pratt once more. His blade pierced into her heart just as she let out a scream, terrified and frightened before it was cut off.

She awoke with a loud shout, her hand immediately flying to the spot where the blade had pierced her chest and she clutched the black tee-shirt that she wore to bed before closing her eyes and letting out a slow, useless breath when she looked to the man asleep beside her. Slowly, she moved to lay back down at his side and tried to forcefully relax before she slipped her arm lightly around his waist and drifted off into sleep.