Consumed ( Devon )

[Devon]

So she still had enough of her around that the taste for blood was still around. She reached up and brushed a finger through the blood that had poured over his chin, still fresh, which she went and licked away the blood. He was about to widen his grin and make some kind of witty comment when he felt her palm slammed into his chest and pressed him back against the wall.

Devon cocked his brow once again, amusement draining out of him rather quickly when he sensed the first tinges of danger he was willing to acknowledge. This wasn't some joke anymore, something was going on and someone or something was trying to stick him with the shit end of the stick. Who had hurt her so much that he could feel it in the air?

It didn't matter to him what happened only moment earlier, or that sense of danger that his instincts were trying to warn him about. Nope, he fell back on something different to dictate his actions. Coldness had replaced his previously playful moment, brought on by a mood that was clearly gone.

While his eyes didn't change color, his expression and what he knew she would read off him surely did. For that brief moment there was the cold numbness that shouldn't be felt off anyone normal. There was no empathy to be felt at all, he lodged her into a different category temporarily.

"It's Choose Your Own Adventure time Kev, and you better play close attention, because they haven't invented bookmarks for life." Devon started in, having gone cold because he felt that shit had a very serious chance of hitting the fan. "Option number one, tell the patient young man who and what hurt you, and the two of you can go fuck it up. Two involves not telling the less patient young man anything, and you two can go fuck it up. Three will likely end badly for me, as it likely involves several casts and eating through a tube because I'm a sap."

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala looked up at him and growled once more. Not really liking any of the options because she honestly did not want to play nice in any way shape and form....

"Fuck you...."

Yeah that was about all she could think to say as she stepped back away from him and brushed her tongue across her lower lip....Her hands balling up into little fists as she spread her feet once more...A flash of crimson in her black eyes as a stay lock of her hair fell into her face.

A flood of memories about Mischa came rushing into her mind...Causing her to release more and more pain into the air as she felt that pain burning in her chest. She wanted somebody to die...She could care less who...She wanted their suffering, their blood....She wanted somebody to suffer for the pain she currently felt....Yet the memory of Gabriel talking to her...Telling her she was stronger than this.....Echoed in her mind, keeping her still at least for now....

Drawing in a deep breath she let those eyes trail over the blood trail that ran from his face to his shirt, feeling that hunger start to rise all the more yet fighting it off for now. Not wanting to give into it yet. No.....she had things she wanted to do.

"What do you care that I suffer?"

In her mind she saw no reasoning behind it. Thought it nothing more than some cheap trick to make her give in. Some ploy at weakening her to get to her. Ha! Like she would fall for that little game.

[Devon]

Devon showed absolutely no reaction upon her going ahead and saying 'fuck you' to his face. Even when she stepped back and spread her feet, balling her fists, looking as though she was ready to punch a hole through his chest.

What was he supposed to do in that moment, where she stood there, and the sense of her pain was pressing against the shield of immunity he forced into place? It was hard to go numb when the pain he sensed felt, to him, more like a cry for relief then one of murderous rage.

So as she asked what he cared he didn't bother trying to keep the shield up, it served it's purpose, it kept him thinking normally for long enough to access the situation. Devon sighed, moving his left hand up smoothly, no sign of aggression nor fear in him. He brushed the stray lock of hair behind her hair, letting his thumb brush her cheek.

"For the same reason I came looking for you." Devon closed his eyes and sighed, focusing on the memories they had already shared. The affection he felt but only expressed through a simple compliment, good girl, and rewards. He thought on how jealous he had felt when he found her in the bar.

Opening his eyes he leaned forward, leveling his brown hues with her chaotic black and crimson. "Because you're mine, and I'm yours, obviously."The first trial had come around. Calm and confident he gazed into her eyes, his stance open, and he was doing his best to reach out to the young woman he knew resided beyond the pain.

The only question was how she would react. Would she respond to the emotions of affection, jealousy, and empathy that pulsed from him as he shifted through his memories of her while he displayed confidence in her? Or would she take advantage to the clear opening and try to kill him in an attempt to quiet the pain?

"I'll soothe your pain." One way or another.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She felt the slightest tinge of his emotions as he spoke, his body moving closer to her own and causing her to tense up slightly. Then he brushed back her hair, tucking it behind her ear before allowing his touch to grace her delicate face.

She listened, those eyes looking up at him and feeling a slight kink in her wall she had put up...causing her to growl as she closed her eyes for a moment.....Then, as he finished, her eyes opened just as she grabbed his shirt with both of her hands and then turned and slammed him against the wall behind her.

Her small frame pushing against his as she looked at him, breathing a bit heavier as her body started to tremble, her arm throbbing from the pain the bracelet created....Making it harder to mainain the emotional wall she kept up......Only allowing more of his emotions to flood through her.

"You dont know how......"

She spoke low and still with that dark undertone, yet this time she did not jump back, her emotions going nuts at the moment as more and more memories of Mischa flooded her mind.....Thoughts of her life, of Victor, of Gabriel...All of them who she had given so much of herself to.....They had all said they could help her....All of them had so much faith in her and she had let them down....Why would Devon be any different?

"I am a monster....It is all I have ever been....You cannot save me....."

Her grip on his shirt tightened as she turned her eyes away from him, now looking down and off to the side as she felt the hatred for herself rise up all the more. Again those fucking words echoing in her mind.

BAH! FUCKING GABRIEL!

Shaking her head she closed her eyes and tried to regain herself, that sharp pain in her chest only continuing to increase with each beat of her heart.......

[Devon]

Devon didn't need the aura that she exuded to tell him that she was weakening in her resolve to hurt him. He saw it in her as he brushed her hair back, she had tensed but not immediately struck out at him, which she had ample opportunity to do. However there was one more flash of anger, like the scream of pain that followed heavy sobbing.

Honestly he barely even was aware of the pain that flashed through him as he was yanked around, slammed into the opposing wall. Of course it hurt, and it probably would for several hours, but he was in the haze that came moments before blackness consumed all awareness.

He clung to consciousness despite the pain that radiated lowly under his other emotions, his thoughts still forced onto her and the pain she was feeling. One way or another. He thought to himself, still feeling exuding utmost confidence in himself and in her, despite the pain she put him through.

While his shield was up his thoughts had drifted through this very thing, and his thoughts landed on a single opportunity, the way one he could drag her back to the young woman he knew her to be. That he would pass through the pain she would put him through, prove that he would not easily be pushed aside, even by her.

Devon had even managed to keep his hand resting on her cheek, though his knees had bucked slightly, leveling their height, her short legs between his, and only the way she pressed herself heavily against him kept him standing. All the same he locked his fingers in her hair and used what remained of his strength to make her look at him.

"If I don't know how, I'll find out how. If you're a monster, and I can't save you, I'll tame you." Devon leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, the same firm and dominant type of kiss he planted on her during their first meeting on a park bench. Even as pain seared through his lips from the split she had caused he kissed her.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She was so tired.....Having used her bracelet for too long, having pushed herself too hard and having drained herself of all reasoning....Yet she did look at him as he wrapped his fingers within her hair and forced her to do so...The bracelet finally stopping in its work and her small body being assaulted by his emotions....

Then he spoke and there was a slight flicker of blue in her eyes before the settled to black once more. But only for a moment did they remain open, for then he pressed his lips to her and despite all her resolve she did not jerk away.....His words having hit upon something deep within her........

Yet she still questioned, still wondered what it was that would make somebody want to put up with her...Why would someboy put themselves in such danger just to be with her?

Pulling back from the kiss she lowered her head and did not open her eyes......Speaking out softly as she brushed her tongue over her lower lip........

"Why?"

It was a simple and to the point question. One that she honestly did not understand. It was not the first time somebody had seen her in her current state and refused to leave.....Refused to give up......

Was it a trick? Would he weaken her now only to hurt her in the future? She supposed so....but she honestly was so drained at the moment she was unsure if she could even continue......But then, as the emotions he gave flooded, and the bracelet gave out.........The pain started...Not only in her chest but her head....forcing her small hands to release him as she took a few steps back and then shrank down to the floor, her hands shooting to the sides of her head as she let out the slightest hint of a whimper.....

It was not horrible pain....at least not yet.....But yeah...it was there...even as she waited for his reply.....Her feet pushing her back until she could lean against the back of the couch.

[Devon]

Devon had seen the familiar blue in her eyes, or at least thought he did for that flicker of a moment before they closed, just before he kissed her. He had been putting a lot of himself on the line for her, and his reserves of strength was close to their absolute limit.

She pulled back first, not looking up at him. He found himself barely standing up at this point, as she was no longer pressing herself against him, and only leaning on him. Now two things were keeping him conscious, willpower, and the pain that came with trying to fully support himself against the wall mostly by himself.

But there was actually good news to be found in that painful moment. He could see it on her face as she let go of him and tried to step back. He had seen the expression before, and he knew how to deal with it. Familiar territory, even territory he didn't fully understand, was better then waiting to see if his girlfriend would reach down his throat and tear out a lung.

Before she could manage to step back fully he reached out with his other hand and grabbed her waist, the hand in her hair not having released either. Instead of her stumbling back as she pressed her hands to the side of her head, whimpering, she was pulled down with him as he fell roughly to his rump.

The unintended consequence of the awkward attempt at keeping her to move away, only because he wasn't convinced he could follow her or stay awake long enough to help her properly, her forehead would thump against the wall just over his shoulder. Having bigger worries then something she would've done to herself eventually he moved his hand from her waist around her back and held as tightly as he could manage.

"'Cuz we're ours..." Devon's tone came out in a slight sputter, as he didn't manage to swallow the excess blood that had gathered in his mouth for a few moments. He only remembered to swallow after, while the hand that had been in her hair went to her neck, pinching off the arteries on either side of her neck.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev was stopped in her attempt to get away and instead was grabbed and pulled down with him as he fell down and pulled her closer. Then, as he spoke she felt that hand at her neck and she knew what was coming, but before she could lash out and jerk away from him, she felt his fingers pinching her enough to block the flow of blood to her brain.....

Once again she felt that dull throb starting and causing her mind to slowly begin to black out. A growl offered as she showed she was not entirely happy about what he had done and a warning that when she woke up there would soooo be hell to pay.

Then just like that, she was out.....Her small body going limp within his grasp as her small frame laid weakly against him. A little intake of breath as she seemed so at peace, completely unlike she had just moments before.

Small hands fell away from her head, limply resting upon either side of her as she rested there unconcious and completely at ease...For now......But the amount of time it would last remained to be seen. If she woke up before him things could go very very badly.....Or she could just leave......Either way nothing good would come of it.

[Devon]

Devon heard a familiar growl coming from Kev moments before she blacked out, and he just thought of all the aching points on his body. He didn't feel like using his body to calm her down again, at least not until he had some chance to let the bruises heal.

Fortunately he was getting pretty good at improvisation thanks to the random little ball of emotions that was Kevala. He was already working on the idea to contain her temporarily, as her body wouldn't remain limply resting against him.

All his perceptions began to fail him, just as he went to move her so he could begin the process. Unfortunately his limits had been reached, and he toppled over, winding up on his side with Kevala facing him, resting on her side as well thanks to his hands still being on her.

A minute amount of energy returned to him over the next ten minutes of recuperation, which was all his body could manage before his mind was jostled awake by the pain inflicted on him. Devon's eyes snapped open, and he found that Kevala hadn't cracked open his skull and left him in an alley yet. That was a good sign.

The pain that hammered through him made his vision swim as he sat up, setting himself to work while he still had the energy. Devon didn't bother moving Kevala, it would've been an expense of strength he couldn't afford. So instead he got up and limped into her bedroom, the kick to his thigh having affected his natural stride.

Fuck, either she's freakishly strong or I need to bulk up. Devon thought as he threw open her closet, and pulled two belts out. If she was going to wake up pissed he would make sure she woke up pissed and forced to stick around until he could figure out exactly what the fuck was going on.

Devon returned and worked stiffly, shifting her to her side, pulling her legs up, and bringing her hands down in front of her. With one belt he locked her wrists together, and the other he used to lock her knees together. To make sure she wasn't capable of just standing up walking out despite them he used his own belt to tie the other two together tightly.

Afterward he grabbed the belt that tied the others two together and hauled her across the apartment, moving to the couch. He left her resting with on her side in front of him, while he rested himself back against the couch's back. While sitting there he reached into one of his pockets, pulled out a cheap lighter, and went into the stomach pocket of his sweatshirt.

Devon found that the joints he stashed away were crushed, but they still looked usable. Besides, he wasn't trying to get high. He had picked up a different batch, one that was laced with something used in modern heavy-duty pain killers. If he was going to regain any of his strength he needed to dull the pain, and as he lit up he figured it would be the fastest way.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala's body was shifted and moved without her really being aware of the fact and the next thing she knew, and hour had gone by and she was finally starting to wake up....A dull throb in her mind reminded her of what had happened earlier and with a light growl her black eyes started to flutter open...allowing her to spot him upon her couch.....

Instantly she wanted to kill him for knocking her out, but before she could do that she found that she was unable to move. It took her a moment to figure out what was going on, but when she did her anger only continued to increase. He had fucking tied her ass up!

Her small hands jerking at the restraints as she tried to figure out how to get her hands free, or at the very least her legs....A little sound of frustration given as she let those eyes fall over him once more....Narrowing with her anger as she thought of the many ways to make him pay for what he had done to her.

Who did he think he was knocking her out that way? He had tricked her! GAAAAHHH!!!!!

Another soft growl echoing out of her as she jerked harder at the restraints. Yup...She was gonna get out of this one way or another.

[Devon]

Devon eventually regained his strength, she stayed out long enough that the medication inside the medication that he just happened to be smoking kicked in. There was a dull buzzing dancing along his nerves, just on the surface of his pain. So when she woke up and saw the anger in her he was ready, or at least thought he was.

"As much as I loved taking a beating to satisfy your need to inflict pain I decided that coughing up blood wouldn't be conductive to a constructive dialogue." The joint between his lips stood out starkly against the dry blood that he had neglected to clean up over the course of the hour, and he likely looked slightly crazed due to the blood and the anger in his own slightly dilated eyes.

Devon, angry, whatever for?

"So we're going to have a nice conversation, where I talk, you talk, and so on, until I figure out exactly what the fuck is going on." Devon raised a hand, which was surprisingly steady considering the conflicting sensations and thoughts raging around him, and plucked the joint from between his lips with his index and middle finger on either side of the joint.

His first desire was to regain his full sense of dominance, but he had decided he first needed to know what changed while he wasn't there. Devon leaned forward and loomed over her, one slap landing on her cheek to get her attention, as well as stop jerking against the restraints. "So let's start with the what the fuck question. What the fuck hurt you?"

[Ceraphine Davis]

She listened to him as he spoke, and then as he loomed over her she growled and tried harder to get free. But then he slapped her.....and yeah she pretty much lost all sense of reason in that moment.

"Go to hell!"

Harder her small hands jerked against the restraints, turning her head so that her eyes could glare back at him as he sat there. Her hands trembling as the pain in her head agains started.....Initially she tried to use the bracelet to block out his emotions, but the instant she did pain ran up her arm and through her body. She still could not use it and as an effect, she was not stuck with soaking up his emotions.

His anger and the pain he was dulling down with drugs made her wince inwardly as she twisted and jerked at her hands trying to pull them free, feeling the leather of the belt about her wrists starting to cut into her flesh, though she honestly did not care.

"Let me up. Now!"

[Devon]

Devon didn't react with immediate anger. He closed his eyes and sighed, the aggravation was forced to mingle with pain, that was only barely held at tolerable levels thanks to drugs, and the pounding in his skull only grew worse. Needing a break he slapped his hand over her mouth and clamped down as best he could, only to muffle her, as he knew he couldn't shut her up completely.

He took a moment to raise a hand to his forehead, squeezing his skull like he could squeeze out some of the pressure, the joint between his fingers smoldering against his skin. The pain had threatened to be overwhelm the effects of the drugs he had purposefully attempted to build up, and it threatened to spill over the dam he constructed and flood through him again.

Somehow he regained his composure and he crushed the joint between his fingers, snuffing out the burning sensation against his skin. After a deep sigh he took away his hand and tried again, his tone harsher as his patience was seriously eroded. "Let's try this again. What happened." And Devon removed his hand, bracing himself for an eardrum piercing shout.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She only got even more pissed off when his hand went over her mouth. Screaming muffled against his hand as she tried to jerk away though it was hard to do such in her current state.

Growling softly she let those eyes fall over him as she narrowed her eyes and waited for him to finish. As soon as he did and he removed his hand she would draw in a deep breath and practically scream at him with every bit of anger she felt behind it.

"LET ME THE FUCK UP! NOW!"

That was about all the explination he was gonna get at the moment. Kev needed to be calm before she could explain. Until then she was a little island unto herself. Locking away all her emotions within her own body and not wanting to let anyone close. Why? Because they would use the emotions to hurt her. That is just what they did.

[Devon]

Devon had a literal countdown in his head, it was a literal countdown to the moment a sonic dagger was stabbed into his ears. Three, two, one... "LET ME THE FUCK UP!" And there we have it. Pain overflowed, and whatever patience he was willing to offer her was drowned out by it.

"And there it is."

He stood abruptly, wobbling slightly before he could solidify his balance, and he went out of her eyesight. Devon had walked behind her and grabbed her by the band of her pants. He straightened his back, the pain bringing on a rush of adrenaline that both spiked the sensation deeper into his nerves, and renewed his strength.

Devon carried her by the waist of her pants as he walked into the bathroom, slammed the door behind him, and used the spike of pain to further fuel his strength as he once again threw Kevala into her shower. Although the circumstances, as well as the strength used, were very different.

Having gone silent he reached out and blasted the cold water, dead to any guilt he would have otherwise felt for punishing the young woman who was already in a significant amount of pain. It took much pain on his own part, and he had granted her chances to avoid it, but here they were.