Violently Icy

THE outcast

The outcast was easier to hate.  To pick on. To destroy and hurt.  Even though we just ourselves on our own,  it didn't matter.  Wynrie stilled after she and Daemon had talked between themselves. Even near death, she was still lovely.  Her beauty just wasn't going to die out even after her decay was over.

Daemon silently almost cried out in agony.  He did love her. She was his girl already, he just needed to claim it and make it a reality. Embrielle knew it too. She felt it.  Her gypsy was amazing. The powers were extraordinary. Unexplainable. She just knew this is what her brother wanted and her other one would have to deal because she would have to talk to him about it on her own.  For Daemon and Wynrie's sakes.

"We need to go to the secret room built in the house. The secret passage of the place. My favorite room.. The torture room," she said, looking at Wynrie,  sympathizing with her. Daemon knew his sister was trying to help. He was Greatful for that. He just didn't know if he was quite ready. Ready to share his demon with her,  sharing his so-called burden.

"I love that your trying to help.  The you are helping. But this is something I need to do on my own.  I have to help her and I have to tell her.  Everything....-" he said,  his voice hoarse from him holding back his cries. He should've let that out.  He needs to. "I'll help her too.  I want to give her my blood.  You can't keep biting her and letting her drink from you.  It won't work forever and you know it.  Never lasts long.  You get tired of the shit quicker than a rabbits ass, " she seriously-yet-jokingly answered back.  He agreed to it.  He knew deep within himself the demon would always want more.

Daemon carried Wynrie in his arms and Embrielle was behind him, trying to hurry.  She knew she also needed to find a way to keep everyone else safe.  She needed her brothers alive.  Couldn't bear to think of then being gone..  That was her job.  To leave. Her supposed purpose of life gifted to her through her powers.  They got to the torture room and set her on the slab-like-table and they began to get the supplies they needed. They were going to save her. 

Together, saving someone! That was one of the most kindest thing any person or creature could ever do.  Teaches everyone,  everyday of their true powers too. It was also somewhat weird as well. Eh whatever. I knew they wouldn't be missed most likely and if they were, it was only going to be by few.

Music always filled the air even if it wasn't playing at all.  Mayhap they had death wishes.  That had to be it.  Suicidal tendencies were often proved by somewhat reckless actions such as these. Anger and disappointment followed shortly after.. Embrielle resembled Maria Brink of In This Moment. Her beauty was shone through how she walked and talked and lived.  She had been through a helluva life and she broke through everything and came out stronger in the end.

People often hated us because they were jealous of how much love we gave. They loved us for nothing but what they hated us for. Freedom was something we could never taste,  no matter how much we tried and tried and suffered trying. Wynrie was on the table and both Embrielle and Daemon were standing at the foot of the table.

"You can do this.  I need you to bite me.  I will take IV's and hook them up to give her my blood. It's okay.  She'll be fine, " Embrielle said. Daemon silently bit his lip,  causing it to bleed. "Okay..  I. Yeah, " he replied. He was nervous and Embrielle knew it. She rolled up her sleeves and she held out her wrists towards him. He sunk his elongated fangs into her pulsating veins and she gasped.  She stopped to get knees and Daemon followed her and almost stopped drinking.

"It's alright. I'm fine.  Feels..  Just feels.. So good.  That's all, " she croaked out. He kind of felt warm and fuzzy now with her coming to him and letting herself be open to him.  He loved her and she finally had done it.  She finally let him know she loved him,  in her own words. "Daemon,  you can stay now-". Daemon didn't stop he went deeper.  "Daemon,  you need to stop. Let go, " she tone getting more serious when she hit those final words.  He became conscious and released her. He grabbed the IV equipment and began to hook everything up.  He grabbed a lounge chair and set it next to the bed.  Daemon knew he would have to give Embrielle his vein when she heard down the spiral.

Tate and I were waiting for the Fallen Ones. "You know, I can smell it right? The blood. I know you can too. Anyway.. Look,  I need your help with something.. I'm just asking for a one time thing....