Yellow Ledbetter

Bad man looking for hell

He switches it off. The second he completes the transition by feeding on the blood of his dying father, he finds the little switch to his feelings with ease, having been swamped in emotions since the merge, and promptly flicks it the other way, landing it home.

Dead bodies on the floor, people he grew up with all gone. And they suffered too, for quite a while. But it's silent now, last breaths all taken. No remorse, or guilt as he looks around the room. He is the last Gemini alive- or will be if he decides to take the cure. Right now he's having so much fun feeling nothing. It just feels so...light. Like he can finally breathe again.

'Hello? Anyone still alive, hmm? ' He asks, wading through the bodies. 'Anyone alive just raise your hand. I need blood.' He already knows the answer but it's worth asking. Especially since the werewolf bite from Taylor Lockwood seems to be festering. It's crawling up through his neck and is starting to mess with his vision. He pulls his collar, suddenly too tight. It's his own fault for going for tailor made- he's burning up again. He'd be seriously worried about impending death if his emotions were still on but all he feels is irritated. Can't even enjoy two seconds of peace without the universe screwing him over again.

'You need more than blood.' He hears her sing over his shoulder.

Bonnie.

It's odd. Usually the sound of her voice makes him feel all glowy and indecent but there's not even a pinprick of light as he hears her go on. Bonnie's shoes crunch over glass as she makes her way towards him.

'Maybe some ointment? 'Cause gross.'

That's actually funny.

Crocodile dundee called, he wants his knife back.

Yeah he's no longer a thing and neither is that joke.

He turns around, expecting the nothingness to continue. She's in the clothes he left her in, could have at least changed into her bridesmaid outfit- this is still a wedding after all. The Bride's dead, Groom's busy burying her, but they could still have cake.

Kai beams when he looks at Bonnie, it's an accident.

An instinct.

Her voice wasn't enough to drag something out of his chest but looking at her will never fail. She's just so beautiful- and angry.

Bonnie gives him a compressed smile back and the feeling fades, entire being suddenly aglow and then very, very cold.

Of course she would come and find him. She just can't stay away from a dangerous situation and now she's come to him- lamb to the slaughter and god does she look tasty. Gorgeous thick veins down the side of her neck, how tender would her skin taste?

No.

He's angry at her.

This is all her fault.

But why is he feeling anything at all? He flicked his switch.

He pulls at his collar again, suddenly self conscious about the festering bite- can she smell it?- and turns his amusement into a bitter, sarcastic laugh.

'Do your friends think you're funny?' He walks towards her, focusing on dousing the feelings she brings out, encasing them in smoke instead. Screw it, if he's going to hurt then so will she. 'Because maybe if you were funny-- if you were the one with the good jokes, who they can always count on to make them laugh-- maybe they'd be cool with letting you live instead of Elena.'

She just shrugs it off, unaffected. Maybe Bonnie's grown, matured. Because the Bonnie he knows would have conjured up an inferno to char him for him saying that. Being on fire seems so good right now, maybe the flames would douse his itching skin.