Into The Late Night (Devon)

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala had gone to sleep, her small form curled tightly against Devon's as her leg rested over his thigh, her small hand resting flat against his chest.....His arm wrapped tightly about her as he laid there.....

It had been a long night and needless to say Kevala was tired, but no amount of tired kept the dreams away, they still came, every night, just like clock work......Visions of blood, murder, pain....Voices filling her head and the screams of those murdered echoing in her ears long after she had woken up.......

When they hit, her small form jerked away instinctually from Devon's, placing her on her back as she shifted lightly and groaned out.....Her long black locks becoming plasted to her delicate features as beads of sweat began to cover her petite form.......

All the while her small hands gripped at the bed, tears breaking from beneath her closed lashes to slide down the sides of her face......Whimpering softly she pushed against the bed as pain filled her head those noises too loud...too much.....as always.....

Finally eyes shot open.....crimson in shade as she was flooded by pain so great she could not think straight....They were hungry.....they were needy.....

Falling off the bed, her hand shot out toward the night stand....Jerking the drawer so hard that it fell out and onto the floor...Not that she really knew what she was doing other than trying to find that fucking razor.....

She had to shut them up......whimpering out loud once more as she winced in pain....one hand going to her temple as fingers laced in her hair.....pulling it slightly as she struggled for some relief.....her free hand pushing aside the papers and pill bottles and other random items that had been in the drawer......

Razor, razor, razor....Where the FUCK was it!?

Another whimper as her finger slid across something cool and metalic....Trembling heavily she tried to grasp it, and then as she did she sighed with just a bit of relief.....Finally.....

Another wave of pain raked her mind as she fell back against the wall....her head hitting harder than it normally would have though the pain of doing such was almost nonexistant compared to the pain she currently felt....Over and over she heard the voices, the screams....the echoes....

Not even aware of what she was doing until she felt that familiar sting across her forearm.....The warm flow of blood and the slight hush of the voices.......

Her arm brought up to her lips she licked the blood away, feeling a tad bit of relief...but yeah....she had to have more...More pain.....more blood ......she had to get them to shut up.....Pretty much all her mind could wrap around at the moment.......

[Devon]

The previous day had been one that had taken a lot of energy, although more of it was spent on deep thought and stress then actual exertion. It wasn't hard to see why, if you laid out a list of the things he had done that he hadn't ever dealt with before, as he had driven himself head first into a rather unique situation.

A situation that ended with him sleeping on his back, a hand tucked under the pillow his head rested on, while his other arm was used to wrap across Kevala's shoulders to keep her pressed snugly to his side. He had been invited to stay the night, and he had accepted, although he didn't take great advantage of it as he was already feeling the want to reset his batteries.

Generally he was a fairly light sleeper, but he had found himself more comfortable then he expected, and had been feeling a very different sort of tired. It was not something he would admit to anyone, but the things they had done drained an energy reserve that was kept separate and had not been built up as much as it needed to be.

This lead to him not waking as Kevala jerked out of his grasp and rested on her back next to him, making various pained noises that translated oddly into a dream he had been having about evil clown zombies. It was then that his sleep was starting to go closer toward the edge of consciousness.

The shifting of the bed shifted him halfway onto his side, and his brown hues gazed through slitted eyes as he drowsily watched Kevala rummage through a drawer. Devon thought himself to still be asleep, as the image of a petite girl frantically rummaging through a nightstand seemed far too surreal to be reality during his drowsy state.

It was when he saw her thump heavily against the wall awareness flashed through his mind as the faint light coming from the hallway glinted off something metallic. He pushed off the bed and stepped toward her, the faint scent of blood hitting his nostrils as he got closer. Outraged flashed through him as he dropped down into a crouch and roughly slapped at the metallic object.

The razor went spinning off, the corner tip stuck a moment onto the wall, a drop of blood running down both the wall and his hand, as it nicked the inside of his hand, between his thumb and index finger. "What the fuck is going on?" He demanded sharply, his own minute pain sharpening his focus.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She was slightly aware of what was going on around her, the sound of somebody moving, the feel of a rough slap to her hand as that razor was knocked away from her and a sense of anger filling the air around her....Anger that was not her own.....

Yet at the same time....she pulled away from the cut....tears filling her eyes at pain that filled her mind as she heard the words......Though muffled with the rest of the voices she heard in her mind......

Shaking her head she slammed her head back into the wall, the pain of such helping to quiet the voices a bit more but not much....

Her head hurting, her hands trembling she reached up and felt for the figure in front of her...some small realization coming to her mind though not much......

Explain...explain...explain......

Her hand pulled back, going to her head as her crimson eyes went to the ceiling......Forcing thought right now always made the pain worse but she tried none the less.......Having got a familiar "vibe" from the figure she touched and knowing that she needed to try and explain.....

"Pain...head........bad....."

She whimpered once more as her eyes slammed shut at a sudden wave of pain......Much harder than she had felt before....

"Voices.....screams....pain....."

Agian another wave of pain and she would lift up only enough to slam herself against the wall once more.....Thank gods the apartment next door was vacant.......

The rush of pain she felt in the back of her head enough to let the last bit of words slip forth...........

"They need......pain...and...and..blood....Wont stop, til...they get it..."

That was all she could manage before she gripped both sides of her head and drew her knees up so that she could lay over onto her side, eyes closing as she was overcome with pain....body trembling harder and harder as she cried out.......

[Devon]

Devon literally had no idea what the fuck was going on. His new girlfriend, who he had just recently chastised for cutting herself, was crying and talking like a psychotic caveman after cutting herself. Outrage and confusion washed together in a very awkward sensation of helplessness.

Was this a normal thing, was she having some kind of break, was it why she had asked him to stay? Lots of questions, including what the hell was going on, with only the pained mutterings of a girl who's eyes had changed to a sharp shade of crimson.

There was one thing that came to mind, likely due to his outrage and a sense of pity more then anything else. He reached out with the hand he hadn't cut when smacking away the razor and wrapped it around her neck. Of course he wasn't intending to strangle her, he placed pressure on the arteries on either side of her neck.

Within ten seconds she would fade and her awareness would dim as she would black out. Knowing from great experience just when he could let up and still leave her unconscious he would leave her curled up on the floor as he went to her bathroom. After finding a bandage he returned and placed it on the cut she made, and then placed her on the bed.

"What the fuck?" Devon thought aloud, completely confounded.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She felt that hand about her neck, her body shifting slightly though she did nothing as she laid there, feeling the pain start to fade as her conciousness began to slip away......

Eyes slowly fading back to icy blue as she fluttered her eyes once or twice before her hands fell away from her head and she was out.........Silence filling her mind and though she was unconcious it was a nice feeling.....

Gods how it would be to live with such peace....

Her small body unaware of being moved, or the bandage being placed on her arm...and she stayed that way for some time after that....

Just laying on the bed and breathing slowly, softly.......Looking much more fagile and weak than she really was...Curse the being smallness!

Eventually however her eyes would start to open, feeling the dull throb of the pain left behind from the voices as her eyes fell open and upon Devon.......Whimpering softly as she bit her lower lip....

She knew just what had happened, but not how to go about explaining it and how to explain it would happen again soon if she did not cut herself......yeah....Not your most normal of situations....AGAIN...GAH!

[Devon]

Devon waited, sitting on the night stand while he watched her. Something about her looked even more fragile then he had seen her before, which was saying something considering the previous day. Once again he was reminded that things certainly weren't going to be dull with the way things were going between them. Although he'd have preferred to at least be informed of what the hell was going to happen before hand, it wasn't much of an option at that point.

When she woke up, not too much later she still looked like she was in pain. But her eyes still retained their usual hue, which had to mean something. Devon took a deep breath and leaned forward, resting one forearm on his knee, and pressed palm into the other, giving his shoulders an odd angle as he looked down at her.

"I vaguely remember a conversation we had, involving wrists and blades. Did I not drill that idea into your head properly?"

Devon slipped off his position on the nightstand and stepped forward, looking angry as he moved to loom over her. Of course he was still worried about the obvious signs of pain, but he had no idea what caused it, and the only thing he knew for sure was that she went and did something that he considered incredibly stupid. Something he had tried to drill into her skull the day before.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She watched as he moved and whimpered softly. She nodded as she licked over her lips slightly and then spoke up softly, weakly at that.........

"I...wasnt trying to kill myself. I..have nightmares..and the voices in my head, get worse, they hurt so bad I..cant think..I have to hurt myself...and.."

She broke off there as she felt a wave of pain start to build, her hands gripping the bed as she closed her eyes and waited for it to pass......Drawing in a shakey breath and then trying to force the rest of her words out as best as she could....

"and....I have a condition...my brain thinks...I need blood...so, I have to drink it or...I cant....think, cant...move..."

She left it at that as she whimpered out and threw her head back into the pillow.....Fuck! It was too soft.....Her feet pushing against the bed as she tried to crawl upward to the headboard...where it was hard....yes..hard enough to slam her head into.....Pain....good...yes....needed it......

Her small body trying to move upward still as she gripped the bed harder, more of an effort to push herself up than anything else.....

[Devon]

Devon was starting to understand what had been going on, and he could already tell that things were going to get worse again as her voice was weak and she was getting shaky as she spoke.

There was a sense of foreboding in him as he saw her suddenly throw her head back, slamming her head into... a pillow. Okay so it wasn't the most threatening thing to her safety he had seen from her thus far. But it at least tipped him off that she was going to try it again.

As soon as he saw that he jumped forward and put his right shin along the back of her legs, and his hand pressed down on the middle of her shoulders before she could crawl her way to the headboard. He could already picture her cracking her skull open.

"Fuck it, I'l deal with this shit myself." Devon moved his cut hand to grab some of her hair between his fingers, not actually realizing that he had put the still open cut against the corner of her lips as he kept her pinned down, only thinking that she was going to keep trying to hurt herself if he didn't.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She whimpered as she felt herself pinned down, unable to reach the headboard and pain only continuing to increase. Next thing she knew, her hair was pinned to the bed....keeping her head down and her legs and shoulders were the same. Gah!

Tears filled her eyes just as the fresh scent of blood hit her nose...Without thinking she bit down into that hand that was too dangerously close to her mouth at this point....Growling softly at the taste of blood as it filled her mouth...

The voices silencing slightly while she did this, though she knew that it would not last for long...It never did....If only it was that easy for her......

Of course it did not cross her mind who she bit or who had her pinned as it really did not matter to the part of her that needed the blood and such, it was more of a primal instinct that drove her than anything else.