𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓀 #𝟣 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒯𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓈 ↬ The future looks grim for Darien Valentine.
After being betrayed by his best friend, Darien's thirst for vengeance leads him on a murderous rampage, targeting members of the vampire council who threaten his fam...
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A/N: What's your star sign?
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There was fucked.
Then there was this.
Deacon and I had moved quickly, following Lucien's instructions through the desert, toward a boat. We were both thirsty, sore, and tired, but we pressed on towards freedom. By some miracle, Rose had answered my prayers and arrived at the tugboat. I'd never been so happy to see her. I'd known Rose since I was mortal and, though she was literally an angel sent from heaven above, I wasn't always certain she was the good kind. Nonetheless, she teleported Deacon and me to Lawless–a sin-filled place within the supernatural world where there were no rules. It sounded like that would be the ideal place for us to hide, but really it just meant people had more access to weapons to blow our heads off and redeem the bounty, so it was perhaps somehow even more dangerous.
We found some cheap motel to stay in, and I continued to carve protective symbols–runes–into my flesh every 15 or so minutes. This would hopefully deter anyone who was looking for us by any supernatural means.
It was a bitch, but Rose needed time to recharge before teleporting us to the next location. I sat outside on the steps of the motel, staring at the stars with a lit cigarette in my hand. I wasn't really smoking it, but rather just listening to the paper as it burned.
