Enticing Darkness [Kev]

[Kale Armitage]

"More whiskey.."

"You've already had 6 shots.. How about you pay first?"

"Yeaaa, yeah.. I gotta piss, I'll be right back.."

In truth Kale didn't have the money to pay for his drinks. He had been broke since he got here, and it wasn't like his uncle could really afford to give him any spending cash. He didn't really care though, Kale had grown up working the system in any way he could. It was just good that he looked a bit older then seventeen, because most bars never bothered to even card him. Unfortunately though, as soon as he pushed his stool back away from the bar and stood up, he felt his back collide with someone else.

The sound of shattering glass rung out, and the male Kale had accidentally bumped into seemed rather pissed off at him because he had dropped his beer. Kale being the male he was, he only chuckled slightly at what happened. He was a little tipsy and it wasn't like cared about that kind of thing when he wasn't drinking anyways. The guys face was all distorted and scrunched up in anger, but Kale could only find it comical.

"Hey ashhole.. You shpilled muh drin-k.. You gonn' pay fer dat?!"

"Sure.. Hope you accept.. ass-kickin's."

Sometimes it didn't take much at all to get Kale to react, especially when he was drunk, angry and REALLY wanting some cocaine. Kale's hands would lift and those large mits would grip the front of the dude's shift giving him a violent shove backwards, only to have Kale yank him back the other way and toss him over the bar and into the wall full of alcohol.

His first victim's friend had been a tad bit bigger and it probably would have been better to have started with him. But it was too late now, because Kale felt his knuckles connect with his face and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from stumbling backwards slightly. It was partly due to the punch and partly due to the fact that he was really starting to feel that whiskey. It wasn't until he glanced down that he noticed there were a few droplets of his blood covered that 'wife-beater'.

It was then that he really started to feel his anger rising. His jaw hardened and those teeth would grit. Pushing off the bar with his elbows, Kale's right boot would plant itself upon the slightly thicker male's chest. He'd watch as he stumbled backwards, knocking over other people, tables and drinks. Kale didn't stop there though, instead he'd continue stepping forward and follow up with a straight left to his face. A right would follow before the male slammed against the large paned glass window of the bar, and his fat ass rolled right through said window.

Kale continued to press forward too as his left hand pressed against the broken glass where the window had once been held, and vaulted over the half-wall and out onto the street sidewalk right next to the bleeding, groaning fat guy on the ground. Kale paid no attention to the blood that was now dripping from his hand, nor to the rainwater that was falling.

Normally that kind of thing calmed him now, but it seemed these two pricks had picked the wrong time to start shit. Instead he'd crouch down, and that bloody left hand would proceed to pound the shit out of the downed man's face. Over and over and over.

[Ceraphine Davis]

S[/size]asha had been at the bar. It was not one of the more up town places that she liked to visit from time to time, but she was a soul that thrived off of violence and anger and rage. Such things just did not occur in highclass bars and things of that nature. No, if she really wanted to feed that hunger she felt, she would have to find a more hostile environment....

Dressed in a plain, yet sexy outfit she had chosen this bar as her evening haunt, so to speak. Taking a seat at the end of the bar, allowing those hungry drunken eyes of the males in the room follow her as she did so. Eventually, she found herself once more in the darker part of the bark, hidden from sight as she watched the going ons of the place with mild interest.

Well, that is of course, until he walked in. She may not have had the ability to feel all the emotions Kevala did, nor could she understand the ones that she did feel from others most of the time...But this guy, he had something coming from deep within him that she did indeed recognize....Darkness, evil.....rage....It was enough to send a chill down her spine and cause those soft lips of hers to turn upward just slightly into a curious little grin.

Yet still she did nothing, only observed...Her body reacting to every bit of anger he gave off and wanting more of it. Though she would not be the cause of such a thing. No, she studied him, and soon it became clear that this man hid his true nature...he denied it and let it bottle up within him..Eating away at him bit by bit...This only serving to bring out her own desire and hunger all the more Yet, she wondered, would he be the type to harbor such darkness and then fail when it came time to use it?

The sound of shattering glass drew her from her thoughts as she looked up, just in time to see the fight break out.....The man she had been watching now in the midst of some drunken brawl and as his adrenaline rose, so did his anger.....

Sasha simly smiled, and then rose to slip out the side entrance as he carried the fight outside into the rainy night....Slowly she made her way toward the area in which the fight had landed, noticing the guy on the ground with the one who held her interest standing above him......Now....now was the test....

Would he walk away, feeling the man had enough? Would his sense of right and wrong kick in?

Or would he let the anger he had flow and disregard the pathetic male who lay bleeding on the sidewalk in search of his own personal satisfaction?

He lowered and his fist began to repeatedly slam into the already helpless mans face...More and more blood....her body temperature rising with every sickening sound of his fist crushing into the man's face....

It was then, as the rain fell down upon her, that she would step forth, her blond hair now wet and clinging to her delicate face...Yet those eyes, the mixture of crimson and blue, they spoke not of a girl who was sweet and innocent, bbut of one who held inside her, her own evils that she had to deal with....The grin on her lips only adding to the overall look of pure trouble....

"As much as I would love to see you destroy him, even more so than you have now.....I think I hear the sirens of the police coming....."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a vial of cocaine, showing it to him as she brushed her tongue slowly along her upper lip.

"Why don't you come with me? I think you could use some of this, and I have plenty of liquor at my place...Keep you from getting thrown in jail over this worthless asshole"

All the while that bracelet she wore was projecting a series of emotions ranging from lust and desire, to the same anger and rage he felt....Hopefully drawing him in....Especially when combined with a girl who looked like she did. She wanted to play....but not with just anyone...She wanted him tonight....and she would get it one way or the other.

[Kale Armitage]

As much as I would love to see you destroy him, even more so than you have now.....I think I hear the sirens of the police coming.....

Kale had been so focused upon the battered man beneath him that he had barely heard the female's voice call out to him. The teenager simply stayed there for the moment, still crouching over the bloodied male underneath him. Those dark colored hues glaring toward the useless excuse for a male before him, before slipping to his blood covered hand. He had cut himself pretty good, but it really didn't matter to him. Kale would survive such a small wound and at least he didn't turn out like the sack of shit unconscious on the sidewalk.

Kale had no intentions of even speaking to the female next to him. He was too far busy staring at the male on the ground still. He doubted he was dead or anything like that, but he almost considered just finishing the job here and now. But the female who spoke had been right, because the sound of the sirens were growing louder and louder. His head would shift and those brown orbs would soon settle upon the attractive blond. But she wasn't what caught his eye the most, no what had his attention was the small vile she was currently holding in her hand.

Why don't you come with me? I think you could use some of this, and I have plenty of liquor at my place...Keep you from getting thrown in jail over this worthless asshole.

He could tell just by looking at the vial that it held his much needed drug inside of it. Maybe fate had brought him here this night, because he had been driving himself insane without it. Kale was new to the city, and maybe now he'd finally find a place to feed his addiction. But there was something else that was on his mind as well.. Something about her, he wanted. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, maybe it was just something physical. She was attractive after all. He'd stand up, his tall form now drenched do to the down pour.

"Lead the way.."

Kale wasn't usually the most talkative person unless he was insulting you. He wasn't very good at making or keeping friends, so socializing had never been his strong point. For the most part he planned to just follow the girl for the moment, and if he was forced to talk and that was the only way to get his blow, he'd just have to do it. His hands would begin to shake slightly as the adrenaline he felt before began to drain and a dull pain would start to grow in his hand.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She waited patiently, letting him continue with his beating of the man, nowhere near losing her patience with it or anything. In fact, it was just the opposite, she did not really want to leave, did not want him to stop..But she saw more potential in him than just some guy who beat up worthless drunks...No, she saw what she herself was...only with the ability to be stronger......more powerful.....

Finally his eyes lifted upward as he caught sight of the vile she held in her hand...Noting the sudden sense of need that came from him. Good, she would not be alone in her partying tonight....Though she knew that this could be a challenge....

As he told her to lead the way, she did just that, turning and heading in the direction of her apartment which was not too far off. Every so often she would glance over her shoulder to see if he was still there, that curious little grin sill in place...

As they walked, her body becoming increasingly soaked with the every steady downpour of rain, she said nothing..Only wishing to get inside so that her game could begin....She wanted more of those emotions he gave off, to her, they were as much a drug as that she held in her pocket.....

Soon enough they reached an apartment complex which was nice but not so much so that it drew attention. Stopping just short of the entrance and typing in her access code....As the buzzer to the door sounded, she reached out, pulling it open and stepping inside before waiting on him to join her.

Once they were both inside she headed toward the elevator, and soon enough they would arrive at her top level loft which she had converted into her own private little living quarters....

"Come on...."

She then pulled open the slated gates of the lift and walked into the room, finally turning her full attention to him as she took a step forward, her head tilting back to look at him as she soaked up those buried emotions she got from him...Returning the favor as the air around them became heavy with a dark and sinister hunger....

Reaching into her pocket she pulled out the vial, once more holding it up, only this time a little teasing, questioning look coming to her hypnotic eyes.....

"You hurt yourself....But do you loathe the pain, or do you welcome it...?"

Another step forward before she reached out, taking his hand and tracing her finger through the blood which covered it....That same finger then returning to her lips as her tongue slipped forth...tasting that blood with a shudder of delight erupting through her...Then, just like that, she handed him the vile..motioning toward the coffee table where her entire "set up" was....

"I need to go change. Why dont you get comfy and fix us up a couple hits."

She hoped, that when she had touched him, that the jolt of her own darkness into him would have opened him up to her a bit more...Made him curious.....

Either way she ducked behind a divider, allowing herself to change into a large oversized t-shirt and some boxers....Soon enough entering back into the room to see what he was doing. Had he taken a seat, she would slowly make her way toward him and then lower her slender frame to sit beside him....

[color=teal"You feel it don't you? That power? The dark raw power that makes you so much more than those pathetic men who dare to challenge you?[/color]

[Kale Armitage]

Kale had followed her just as he had implied he would. After all, there was no way in hell he was going to pass up the coke. He needed it, he was afraid that he would end up running through this city and robbing anyone he could to get the cash for said drugs if he didn't. He had come here to get away from a life like that, away from a city where he had to struggle daily. It could have been worse, the female could have been far uglier or a dude in that case. And as he followed behind her, he couldn't help but settle those brown orbs upon her hips from behind.

'The Lady In Red' would continue to shepard him on until they finally reached what he assumed was her apartment building. Kale's left hand would close, as he'd apply pressure for the moment as he walked behind her and into the elevator. There was a lot on his mind right now, but the image of that bloodies fat guy was burned into his eyes right now. It had been a while since he lost it like that, and as the elevator rose upward Kale would he only found himself growing slightly angrier about the whole situation. He hated the fact that these feelings grew so strongly sometimes, and there was no real way for him to prevent it.

The unnamed female's apartment would soon come into view as the doors opened, and she would usher him in with words. Kale would glance toward her briefly, and then move into the loft, tossing those dark brown hues about. It was a rather nice place, far better then where he was currently staying. His right hand would lift to rub at his nose just as the girl pulled out that vial of white powder. As she wiggled that vial in front of his face, her voice would sound out once again.

You hurt yourself....But do you loathe the pain, or do you welcome it...?

"Pain.. It's a figment of your imagination.. If you know how to block it out, it'll never bother you.."

Of course, he was just speaking his mind there. He wasn't capable of completely blocking all pain out just yet. But Kale was working on that and right now he believed he had a pretty high pain tolerance. An odd sensation would arise when the female stepped forward and brushed her finger across his bloody hand, bringing it to her lips afterward. Kale's mouth would open slightly as his right hand lifted and she placed the vial into it, motioning toward the table.

I need to go change. Why dont you get comfy and fix us up a couple hits.

The dark brown haired male had already begun moving toward the table. He would plop down into one of the chairs, his body growing slightly colder due to the cold clothing now pressed right against him. Kale would completely ignore it for the moment though, as he opened that vial and carefully rolled a four lines onto a small mirror on the table. He would reach for the straw without even waiting for her to come back. And then he'd blow his first that familiar burn ripping through his head, the feeling he had been missing for far too long. He'd drop his head back and lean against the chair as he hear the female approach once again.

You feel it don't you? That power? The dark raw power that makes you so much more than those pathetic men who dare to challenge you?

"You.. You don't even have a clue as to what I feel.."

[Ceraphine Davis]

Sasha took up the straw, bending down as she held her hair to one side and taking her first hit...Her head going back as she shivered softly at the sensation rushing through her. Then he spoke, and as she lowered the straw down to the table, she shifted her body toward his once more, again her hand came up, palm resting flat against his chest as she looked up at him, this time a tiny hint of submission playing into her gaze...There for the simple reason of trying to draw out the part of him that desired to be in control.....

"I dont know?..."

This time she focused those sinister and dark desires into her touch, into him if he was open enough in that moment to feel such a a thing.....Her body shifting, leaning upward as she pressed against him, her lips hovering closely to his ear as she spoke in a heated whisper against his chilled flesh...

"That feeling of something dark, lurking inside you. Something that craves the pain of others, something that loves the way it feels to have them break under your fists, to feel their blood seeping between your fingers as they groan in pain.

The need to dominate....The need to show them who they are really messing with....."

She pressed tightly to him, her hand sliding down his chest just slightly as her lips brushed slowly against his ear with her final words.....

"The desire to kill...."

She then, drew back...every word timed, every shift of her body used perfectly in an attempt to bring out what he was holding back. She knew what he felt, because those same feelings dwelled deep within her.

She then sat down once more, her hand reaching out for that straw as she took another long inhale of that heavenly substance...Eyes closing as she savored the feel, the rush it gave her heart....

Waiting to see if her words, her touch, her actions, had any effect on him.....

[Kale Armitage]

Those eyes of his closed as he sucked up the feeling he was getting. Nothing was as good as the first time you used in a while, and he was trying to savor the moment. But he'd soon feel this girl's hand press against that wet 'wife-beater' of his, against his chest. Kale certainly wasn't use to being touched. Hell, he had never actually had a girlfriend before. Sure, he might have fool around with a few females here and there. But never had he been in a truly intimate relationship.

But something about this girl's touch made him want her to keep at it. He couldn't understand why, because normally he would never have even put himself in this situation with her. It was the drugs though, he had needed his blow and she was supplying it. While he didn't really care for her, it was the least he could do to get his fix. And as if she was reading Kale's mind, she was certainly getting closer to him. The girl's lips were just a short distance from his ear, and her words couldn't be ignored.

That feeling of something dark, lurking inside you. Something that craves the pain of others, something that loves the way it feels to have them break under your fists, to feel their blood seeping between your fingers as they groan in pain. The need to dominate....The need to show them who they are really messing with.....

Kale could feel her hand slide down his chest, and those chocolate hued orbs would gaze off toward a wall. He didn't quite understand what she was trying to do to him but he couldn't keep certain thoughts out of his head. Kale was feeling mixed emotions. He was still feeling angry, which was pretty normal for him, but the lust was growing with every second. Especially when she pressed herself tightly against him, and her lips finally touched his ear.

The desire to kill....

His left hand which was hanging at his side while he sat in the chair would clench tightly, he didn't even care that the blood from his cut was dripping onto her floor. All the stories he had heard about his family's past were coming back full throttle and causing quite the ruckus inside his head. His right hand would start to shake slightly once again, and he'd snatch up the straw once again after she took her second line. He'd lower his head and blow his own second, before those dilated pupils of his would focus upon her face.

It was clear he wasn't happy, as if he was fighting back something he didn't want to think about. A past that he was always trying to avoid. The sickness which lived in his blood, just as it had in just about every other male in his family. Kale had never wished to become a murderer, or a serial killer. But the insanity was clearly his own. He couldn't control his temper half the time and he was so secluded from other people. He did enjoy fighting and hurting others, but he didn't want to become what he had always feared. Kale didn't really think he had a choice though.

"I.. I know some day.. I'm going to snap... There is a sickness that runs through my family. Heh. I remember when I was younger I'd hear whispers from kids or their parents.. 'Stay away from that Armitage boy, his family is cursed! Nothing but a bunch of poor, no good psychopaths..'"

[Ceraphine Davis]

Inwardly she smiled, she could feel it slipping, just a bit, barely enough to even be noticed, but it was there, and as she shifted her body to fix out a couple more lines for them each, she thought over his words....over his past....A curse? Tsk tsk...So much negativity.

Finally, she took another hit...That familiar feeling spreading through her system as she leaned back, her head laying back on the couch for a moment, letting the feeling wash over her....She felt his desire to fight it, his need to be something different than those in his past....But she also felt that part of him, begging to be set free...

Turning her body, she moved to straddle his lap, both her hands now resting on his chest as those vibrant red and blue eyes looked at him, her head lightly tilted to the side and a few blond locks falling down over her face.

"A curse? A sickness? Why look at it in such a negative manner?"

She slid her hands slowly down his chest, all the while pushing her emotions outward through her touch, until she could slide one hand up under his shirt...If he had been feeling the effects of his touch before, with her bare skin against his own, it would have been that much stronger......Leaning in, she brushed her lips against his neck....her breath hot with desire and an unknown hunger that lurked just beneath the surface of the seemingly harmless little female......

"They are the ones who are sick...They are cursed...To never know the power of having one's life in their hands...To never know the rush your heart gets from putting those who deserve death where they belong....They will never know the warm feel of blood as it coats your hands..."

Her other hand now reached out, sliding down his arm until she reached his bleeding hand and wrapped her fingers with his, letting the blood coat her much smaller hand in the process.....

"They will never know.....what true power really is..."

She then sent another jolt of her emotions outward, both through her hands and through the soft bite she offered to his neck...Her hot, firm little body pressing tightly into his as she struggled to work her way into his mind..her one true gift......She would know the instant it worked, because she would not longer be the one running this show......Once he finally let free and grasped that power that he held back......She just had to keep it up...had to get him to see the truth of the matter.......Her hunger for his anger and his power too great to turn back now......

[Kale Armitage]

In all honesty it would probably seem as if Kale didn't care too much about what was happening right now. She was resting upon his lap with her hands against his chest, and Kale's head would drop back against the couch much like her's had a moment ago. His right hand would slip into his pocket, and he'd remove his pack of cigarettes before lifting one to his lips and lighting it afterwords. He hadn't even bothered to ask if it was okay, he didn't care.

A curse? A sickness? Why look at it in such a negative manner?

Kale would take her words in as those dilated pupils stared up toward the ceiling. Her hands certainly felt nice as they traveled across his body, but Kale wasn't exactly the guy who spoke out about what made him feel good. In fact, he would barely acknowledge it for the moment. He was still attempting to fight back all these emotions. He hated thinking sometimes, he was always afraid of what might happened because of it.

Those eyes of his would close once again as he locked that cigarette between his lips, and sucked in that lovely tobacco smoke without the aid of his hand, only to blow it out of his nose and up toward the ceiling. He couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of her hand underneath his shirt, her lips pressing against the flesh of his neck, and her breath following. She was certainly making him want this, and at the same damn time he couldn't stop thinking about the horrible things he knew his past relatives had done.

The words that came out of her mouth next would certainly be odd to most people, but in the moment they almost seemed to make sense. Maybe she was right, maybe Kale was hiding it all away for no reason. Maybe it was fate, as he had brought up when it came to so many other topics. Maybe he was destined to follow in his families footsteps, make sure people knew his name and what he was capable of. But this kind of thinking, he knew it wasn't entirely him. Sure, he was an asshole to most people he met.. But did he really view them all as worthless and killable?

They will never know.....what true power really is...

"True power..? Are you referring to choosing whether someone lives or dies..?"

His voice was rather low, as he spoke while making sure that cigarette didn't leave his lips. He'd feel her teeth bite at his neck now, and he'd push himself a little closer to her as both his hands would lift slightly and he'd grasp at the girl's sides before his hands would begin to slide up closer toward her underarms, his left staining her shirt with blood as it did.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She felt his hands shift, now resting upon her sides and slowly trailing upward, but that question stopped her lips as the trailed slowly down his neck.....though she could not help but rock her hips down onto him before she spoke.....

"Power is not in the ability to decide such, but it is in having people know that you can. If you go around killing them all, then you are only a murderer...But if you simply prove that you can, and you hold them to your will through fear....That...is power...."

She then trailed her hand up a bit more under his shift, her nails lightly digging into his flesh as the slowly pulled downward....Her lips parting to allow her to bite upon his neck once more...A gentle little growl escaping as she released his flesh from her teeth and then rested her cheek against his own, so that once more her hot little breath could be felt over his ear as she whispered...The honey vanilla scent of her hair surrounding them.....

"True power, is to make them all believe that you are their friend...that you are just like them.....to build and rework relations until that exact moment...when you can show them who you really are...and it is too late to stop you..."

She then drew in a sharp breath as she pressed into hin, her lips brushing softy over his ear before she would pull back, just enough to let those now swirling red eyes look over him as he smoked, his head laid back....She could already feel the slightest shift in his thought process, his emotional waves changing slightly....All she needed was to get in...just a bit....He just had to let her slip past that wall he had up.....But she was not sure she could.....but either way, it was worth a shot......He had potential....Great potential...and all she wanted was for him to realize that....To use it.....Was that so wrong?

[Kale Armitage]

Power is not in the ability to decide such, but it is in having people know that you can. If you go around killing them all, then you are only a murderer...But if you simply prove that you can, and you hold them to your will through fear....That...is power....

Kale had to admit, she had a point. Fear was the controlling factor of the entire world. It was how the governments of every nation got people to do what they wanted, whether it was truly good for them or not. But he really couldn't focus upon her words much longer as he felt her nails digging into his flesh and trailing downwards. And she followed up with another bite. His head would shift a bit as his right hand removed itself from her side and went to his cigarette. He'd flick it onto the table for now, and then take another long drag as she spoke once again.

True power, is to make them all believe that you are their friend...that you are just like them.....to build and rework relations until that exact moment...when you can show them who you really are...and it is too late to stop you...

"I don't have any friends.. They always let you down. I've learned.. You can only trust yourself."

This night had been rather odd to him. He hadn't expected it at all, and right now he was completely intoxicated. The cocaine mixed with the alcohol he had earlier was making his brain a little fuzzy. It wasn't easy for him to focus on that task at hand. But certain parts of what she said were flying about instead that skull of his, along with the horror stories of the past and the always present anger. Confusion and chaos was all that was running through his mind, and his heart-rate was slowly beginning to pick up. Maybe that was just from the physical contact, or maybe there was something else taking place.. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"My grandfather.. He use to cut off his victim's fingers.. Leaving only their pinky finger and index finger.. Heh.. Devil horns.."

[Ceraphine Davis]

She listened to him speak, listened to the tale of his grandfather, and not caring what he did with his cigarette. Why? Because what may have seemed like something so small and insignifigant, was really much more than that....He knew what he was doing, and somewhere deep down, he was subconciously pushing her, to see if she would stop and try and control his behavior. Even if his mind told him it as only because he did not care, it was far more primal than that....It was testing his limits...and Sasha was willing to let him do as he pleased...to draw forth that part of him......Her small hands now both slid under his shirt, pushing it upward to expose his chest and stomach to her.....Her body shifting downward, hips rocking down and over him as she did....Then, with a little glance offered upward, she lowered her head and began to softly kiss and bite over his chest....Her nails lightly digging into the flesh of his sides as she gripped his body somewhat tightly.....

Though eventually, she broke the contact to speak once more....A seductive, dark tone held in her voice as she spoke with a dark passion only few in this world could appreciate.

"You do not need friends, only to create the illusion of having some...Make them believe they hold some place in your heart...Get to know them, their strengths,........their weaknesses..."

With that she applied a slightly harder bite to his chest, a soft moan escaping the back of her throat at the taste of his flesh against her tongue....

"Start small, control one....captivate them, draw them in and have them help you...Learn to handle the power of having somebody under your control, experience the rush of knowing you own them...Then, slowly work your way into the larger groups, gather information, and then....When the time is right....Show them that they were never anything to you...Do to them, what they so freely do to others...To people who are different...People like us...."

She then slid down his body a bit more, her lips brushing over his stomach, trailing slowly to one side and then back across to the other.....

"As for your grandfather....It was his signature...his calling card...but times have changed....the darkness evolves....You could be so much more....."

She then brushed her lips over his lower abdomen, just above the waist of his jeans......Those hypnotic colored eyes looking up to him, once more in a soft nearly submissive manner....All the while wondering what his mind was thinking...if she was getting through at all.....

[Kale Armitage]

OOC: Don't worry, we agreed on this. ^^

To be honest, Kale wasn't completely listening to most of what she had said. He was far too focused on his thoughts, and the physical sensations he was currently feeling. He had heard bits and pieces, but at this point he was getting pretty turned on. Kale was just about ready to take control here and law down the law. But things would soon change. The unnamed girl seemed as if she was really trying to provoke him in some way, and the last bit of what she spoke hadn't fallen upon deaf ears.

As for your grandfather....It was his signature...his calling card...but times have changed....the darkness evolves....You could be so much more.....

Kale's jaw had fallen open slightly, and it would cause a violent chain reaction. That lit cigarette of his would drop from his lips, the cherry landing against his bare chest do the fact the female had pushed it up. The burning sensation wouldn't stop either, as that cigarette would continue to drop down until it reached his pants, way too close to his groin for his liking. His scruffy face would screw up in a rage as everything came crashing onto him at once. That was one of the downfalls to cocaine.. You could get rather violent without much warning and it didn't help that he had also been drinking, along with his already short fuse.

"DON'T YOU EVER COMPARE ME TO THAT MAN!"

The anger in his voice was quite obvious and his body would jerk forward as he aimed to slam both palms of his hands violently against the girl's shoulders and force her backwards against the table directly behind her. Due to the fact the table wasn't bolted down the girl's body would more then likely knock it to the side, spilling it's contents onto the floor. She had wanted him to break, to show his true colors and now he would. So much pent up anger was about to be released as those dark hues seemed to grow much darker. His muscles would tense slightly as he'd lunge forward off the couch, and straight for Sasha.

"YOU WANTED THIS THE WHOLE TIME, DIDN'T YOU!?"

What did Kale plan to do? Well, he hadn't PLANNED anything. It was just coming to him in a rush of rage and adrenaline, as if his body was reacting all on its own. Were he to look in the mirror, he probably wouldn't have even recognized himself. Both of his hands were searching for something, and that something would come in the form of the girl's petite neck. Having lunged off the couch, Kale would find himself on his knees, between her legs while those large hands of his looked to try and choke the life out of her.

Those hazy, blood shot eyes of his would glare down toward the female's face, directly into her own eyes. She asked for it, that was all that he could think as his body played this deadly game. Kale's hands would look to squeeze as hard as he could and he would stare into her eyes without even blinking. His heart was pumping extremely fast, his chest heaving as he acted without thinking clearly. Kale was practically foaming at the mouth, he was clearly on the verge of seriously killing this girl.

"HOW. DOES. IT. FUCKING. FEEL. NOW!?"

[Ceraphine Davis]

She felt the air shift and in that instant his anger broke free. Inwardly she shuddered as she wash of anger fed her hunger....Yes, it was what she wanted, and if he thought that he scared her, he was seriously mistaken.....

Suddenly his hands shot out, shoving her little body back into the table which fell over and ended up with her on her back. Unable to move before he pinned her by the throat to the floor.

She looked into his eyes with her now solid crimson ones, saw the intent to kill, saw the rage, the anger....the madness....And even as she struggled to breath, she continued to soak up every bit of emotional output he offered....Her hands coming up, pulling at his hands just enough to allow her enough air to get out three simple little words......

"How.....does.......it .....feel?"

If he killed her he killed her. She had no life, no one who would miss her. Sure they would miss Kevala, they would want to know what happened, but in the end they would blame Sasha for it....Nobody would care that it was she who had suffered, she who had taken the pain in order to draw something out in him that he tried so hard to hide back.....

Finally her hands fell away, the line of her sight growing a bit blurry as the burning in her lungs started from lack or oxygen.....Her long blond hair falling across her face as she laid there....waiting to die...fully expecting it......Though wondering, what would he feel like once he had killed her? Could he ever go back? Or would he just continue to let his rage rule him instead of the other way around..?

[Kale Armitage]

How.....does.......it .....feel?

Kale couldn't believe what he had just heard. Did she really just ask him that while he was strangling her!? The sounds of rage that were coming from his mouth right now were slowly starting to die down, but the anger he felt toward her was still present. He never wanted to turn out like this. Kale never wanted to be in the same league as his grandfather, or anyone else in his family that had gone insane. This sickness was the bane of his existence, yet he felt as if he couldn't help but feed it.

No.. NO.. NO!

She isn't worth it!

Killing her now..

..IT WOULD ONLY PROVE HER RIGHT

I.. I-I CAN'T LET MYSELF DO THIS!

Kale would rip his hands away from her, straightening up as he glared down toward the female. He was afraid that maybe he had let go too late, that she was already done for. That Kale had just become a murderer and there was no way that could change. It was impossible to give one their life back after you stole it away. The seventeen year old male's body would begin to shake slightly as he felt himself begin to break down. That anger slowly fading away only to be replaced by regret and sadness.

He couldn't bare to even stare at her any longer, the sight of his blood on her neck in the form of a partial hand print was practically burning into his vision. Kale would pick himself up and slowly sidestep away from the girl on the floor. His right hand would lift and the troubled male would punch himself in the side of the head three times as he paced around the table and contemplated what he had to do. What could he do? Well.. He knew he couldn't stick around here, especially if someone heard all the commotion and decided to call the cops.

"Fuck..fuck..fuck..fuck.."

It was quite clear he wasn't a very mentally stable person. His eyes were starting to water a big and he felt as if he was fighting to keep back tears. His mind was playing games with him, his emotions drifting back and fourth between anger and sadness. This had not been the night he was expecting. If only the bitch had kept her mouth shut! Why had she wanted to piss him off like that!? What the hell was she trying to do to him?! All these questions zoomed about in his head and he doubted they would go away any time soon.

Those bloodshot eyes would catch sight of something though.. The whole reason he had even followed her in the first place. Her vial of coke was on the floor, having been knocked from the table when she hit it. Kale would crouch down and scoop it up in his right hand, before slipping it down into his pocket. Yeah, he was totally stealing that shit. He didn't know where else to get it, and he had a feeling he was really going to need it in the coming days. Kale definitely couldn't stick around any longer though. It was definitely time for him to get the hell out of this place.

Casting only a single glance toward the girl, he'd swear under his breath again and high-tail it toward the elevator he had taken to get up to her apartment. Slamming the down button, he would reach the lobby floor and book it out of the building and down the street. The rain immediately hit him, the cool feeling washing over his body as he ran as fast as he could away from his nightmare. He had made a horrible mistake, and Kale was extremely scared right now. He didn't want to become a monster.