These Violent Delights

A shift in the position. A tension growing in the room of immortals. And suddenly, an explosion of anger. He held her to the throat, his fingernails ripping in her throat, it would have killed her if she was human. "Stop!" Another yelped, knowing she would be helpless against him during these moments. The crimson that did not belong to his caked his fingers, and the dimly lit room held much tension as they all knew he could easily behead the brunette. "You really want to do this again? Over some girl?" She choked, the sickening smile and syrupy tone still evident on her, even in her near-death moments. She knew he was strong, being the oldest of the five. His green orbs fell to the floor, and all the girl did was chuckle. "It'll be history repeating." She murmured, her tone laced in venom, words that cut deeply into his ivory skin. 

His grip strengthened on her neck, holding her up against the cold wall. "You won't kill me. You haven't yet, so what makes you think you will now?" She hissed through the perfect set of pearly whites. She was right. If he wanted her death, he would have done it by now. And she was also right. History repeating. He's a fool to have this happen again, hadn't a hundred years of living through the aftermath of the situation get to him? She was dead, she was long gone. And now, he was falling for it again. "Wes, drop her." Galina cooed softly, as if she were speaking to a child. Five fingers pressing into flesh, suffocating the girl even though she had no need to breathe. He was burning like an inferno, impossible to stop, a fire sent from hell itself. How dare she speak about the girl? He barely even met her, and his introduction into her life was no different then how he was with other women. But apparently, Rosemary claimed to have known how this would turn out. And it wouldn't. He was too wise for that. Too mature. Although, it wouldn't be. He had dialed it down for so long, what were the chances of it happening again? 

"Love... what is love good for? Nothing." Rosemary taunted further, a dark grin on her features as she knew she was pushing him over his edge, free of punishment. And that was it. A simple movement of his fingers, followed by an ill-sounding crack, and she was gone. Well, for now, at least. She would have woken up a few hours later. Or, maybe in a week, depending on the severity of the death. Maybe just a few days, perhaps. His green eyes turned to the three others around his, and they just stared at him. Galina hid behind Gabe, as they held hands. Samuel was just standing there, arms crossed, and a smirk on his face. He hadn't had an outburst like this in a while, and maybe that was the signal for him to get away from this madness. Glancing at the blood coated on his fingers, he was quick to race out of the room. He was done with this. Before he could even head out, Galina suddenly appeared before him. She didn't amaze with her height, but her glare at him was razor sharp. "Fix your attitude." She growled darkly, her top set of teeth sinking onto her lower lip, before she took a step aside for him to leave.

Leaving the home, his eyes fixed on the road, and nothing else. He could feel himself slowly drifting away into his past, the thing he hated most. His greatest enemy was his past, threatening to come back and rip his facade of a life in this quaint town to threads. It was a long time ago. He was madly in love with a girl at the time of 1854, when the sun shone brighter and the flowers seemed livlier, he was madly in love, with a human girl. Her name was Caroline. Her skin was a beautiful olive, her eyes were a milky chocolate brown, and her laughter was like bells. Until the day which he wouldn't want to uncover. That was in his past, and this was his present. She was his present.

But, these violent delights, will have violent ends.