Σ 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 . 🩸

        &.             hostile with angst + semi lit.        

@hyrded ,,
            
            "i not afraid to spill your blood -- you 've given me the perfect toy to use . your own blade. " she said ,, words lowering to almost a malicious whisper, wide eyes narrowing as her free hand flashed ,,  fingers curling into the front of his shirt ,, holding him just as close. "let's play, indeed" . evangeline 's breath hitched ,, a small puff exhaled as she stared back at him. sharp ,, aware ,, and calculating ; every move made was made for a reason. and right now ,, she was trying to decipher his. "show me just how / dangerous / that storm of yours is. i know you can't resist the allure of my blood. of this endless loop,, take,, give,, fight,, run ...." her words dragged on, eyes scanning his face as she brought the weapon up,, poised at rurik's throat. her eyes watched her own movements ,, as if mesmerized by the sheer prospect. "go on" she whispered. "ill even give you the first strike. the first spill of blood. i have plenty of time to spill yours "

    ⠀ ⠀ rurik remained where he was, immobile, a statue of unyielding resolve. strict in his effortless poise, yet his shoulders flexed subtly, tension simmering just beneath the surface. it radiated off him like a calm, placid storm-—silent but dangerous. a creature of hunger and docile wickedness, he was no stranger to the violence of his own power. when he moved, it was with purpose,         deliberate and precise. his gloved hand flashed with startling speed, fingers of his right hand latching onto her throat, squeezing the ample flesh with an iron grip.        a pulse throbbed beneath his hold, her breath burning with defiance, but he yanked her forward until she collided into him. the force barely shifted him from his spot. his gaze darkened,         a warning glinting in his eyes. “you want to play rough, kitten?” the words dripped with something more dangerous than anger—-a promise of chaos. his voice, thick with restraint, slid over the air like velvet, and he breathed        in her scent. “let’s play then.”

@hyrded ,,
            
            `` i'll keep my hands where i like `` she said, fingers tracing along the weapon. she held it up to the light ,, admiring the way it glinted,, almost as if mesmerized by the sight. `` it was awfully easy to touch it ,, after taking the wards off ... it burned me the first time ,, but im not afraid of a little burn. the price to pay is worth it. she inspected the palms of her hands, flesh seared, head tilting to the side as if fascinated by the idea. `` go on ahead,, rurik .. try to take it from me. pry it from my hands ,, as you so think you 're inclined to do. ``. she dangled the weapon, taking a few steps back slowly, as if to test his resolve.

@hyrded //
            
            " Why not?" She asked, gritting her teeth as she adjusted a bandage on her arm. "This is all your fault"

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@salinevampirics / startled

@hyrded ``
            
             "I despise it. I tire of the struggle,, without feeling more than this." she spun around,, anger re-surfacing. "stop me. go on ahead,, Rurik. what's to stop you from stopping me right here,, right now?" she challenged ,, and her steps echoed sharp and decisive against the cold floors as she stormed back towards Rurik. detesting the way every sound rang out ,, ever moment felt like she was walking on the edge ,, and it sent a thrill through her bones. "if any blood will be spilt,, it should be yours! but it won't be wasted " her voice was full of promise, malicious in intent,, but not necessary excluding what she hoped to gain from it. " would a soul come for you? or would you bleed out all over these tiles at my feet ? it hardly matters who would come for me. don't deny or ignore it. we are monsters. we do not have anyone for us ,, and even if we did ,, just being here is more than we deserve. ugly ,, vicious,, thieves. viscous blood spilt every day just to survive. inflicting suffering so that we may cease our own."

@hyrded ``
            
            "why must you always think i want something, dearest rurik ?" she sighed, continuing her slow path of walking to and fro ,, nearing him at the center in front of the altar here and there before she walked back away ,, making a wide circle. "maybe i simply want to be here like everyone else - well, not that there is anyone here. Yet." she stated,, but it seemed rather decisive, in the sense that she had expected someone ,, and that someone was rurik. she could already sense the power that he wielded ,, almost smell the sweet allure of his blood. the metallic tang, the way it would not only satiate her but fill her with a sense of euphoria, almost bring a warm flush to her normally pallid skin. "maybe some bloodshed should happen ... a little sacrifice, what's a little more suffering for a place like this? as you said, it's already seen violence and suffering, tragedy and hopelessness ... at least some benefit comes from it.
            
            the way that for even just a moment she could feel like something akin to human, to being truly alive again. no longer did the blood flow freely through her veins, but she could make it spill from those whose did. she could see it,, see the same thing in them that she yearned to have so much again.
            
            "you look tense ... not necessarily scared though . i don't think you should be,, but i think that it seems that you're more angry. like me? it isn't entirely baseless,, i can assure you." she gestured with a hand towards the general space ,, arm sweeping wide. she was silent for a while longer ,, even stopping in her ceaseless pacing to think. her gaze landed on the last few candles which were still lit, casting shadows ,, long and deformed,, melding into each other.  "suffering ,, freedom, power ... don't you ever get tired of the struggle? " . she looked tired almost, but her movements,, however small,, were still sharp and irritated. anger, rage, and malice simmering right under her skin. volatile, like she would explode at any moment.

“i could kill you right now, and not a soul would come to your rescue,” he said, the words slipping from his lips like poison. they were as hollow as her gaze, a threat that came from a place of deep emptiness. his immortal heart shuddered in his chest, stirring with a hunger for violence that matched the chaos in her eyes. they were both hungry for something ─── for blood, for destruction, for the only kind of satisfaction creatures like them could ever know.        her gaze never wavered, piercing him with its own brand of cruelty. but even as their hungers aligned, something twisted in the silence between them. a shared, unspoken understanding passed between them—- a recognition of the monsters they both were, born of suffering and forged in violence. the darkness in her called to the darkness in him, and it was a call that neither of them could fully ignore.

“ don’t you think we deserve retribution ? for all that was done to us ? this is not some gift . the constant hunger, longing. But then again , why be ashamed, my dear ?  embrace it ” . 
            
            
            
            “ I have always wondered what it is that makes us dead. What makes us these unholy creatures of the night, who thirst for blood … i believe death was too kind for us. For the lot of our kind. Traitors, cowards, killers … but sometimes, for the right reason. But you lose yourself eventually, become . . . numb to it . crave it . you are a coward , if you will not do it . ”
            
            
            “ do what ? betray mankind ? they betrayed us first ,, casting us out ,, hunting us . we are not just the undead ,, we feel too . sometimes ,, we feel so much that it hurts . we feel fear , fear of a world that hurts us ,, fear of losing those we love ,, fear of a world that is too far gone . we feel love ; love for a family , love for a lover , love for a sibling , love for those we have lost . we feel longing  ; longing for a world that accepts us ,, longing for a world without hunting ,, longing for a normal life . but it is not meant to be . but we still feel it . ”

she wanders at times ,, with no real destination in mind . all she can think of ,, is that she is looking for something . a person ,, a place ,, a thing . a noun she cant quite describe ,, but knows that she craves ,, she has a hunger for something she thinks she once knew. A certain sense of nostalgia when she looks through the woods ,, maybe under a tree with a notch or engraving ,, maybe on a certain day when the wind blows just right . but it is fleeting ,, leaving her wanting more once it has left her . like the ghost of a memory returned ,, it haunts her . but she does not let that stop her from searching again ,, idly wandering .

The true question is : who is she ? to some ,, she may be a friend . to others ,, simply an ally . she is not seen as usually approachable by most ,, her hostile and nihilistic nature seeming to seep into the very ground she walks ,, she ‘ll hear nothing otherwise than what she thinks . unless you are one of the few that has wormed their way into her heart . an accomplishment that not many can attest to or boast . to those people ,, she lets her guard down . she has a sense of respect for them ,, because they are the ones who fear nothing of her ,, who came in with no expectations of the rumors ,, who didnt see her as a vile creature in the woods . or mayhaps they did . but things changed . and others , , well ….. Those seemed to worm their way into her heart as well ,, begrudgingly so . she would never admit to anyone how much they actually meant to her ,, but they would know it . the simple fact that she spoke to them at all or humored their presence was enough of an indicator  to say that she liked them more than she let on to . they tended to get away with things more often than  anyone else could , the only ones who could convince her to stand down ,, or to cross into her territory uninvited . for anyone else unfortunate enough to wander into her woods ,, may their intentions be upon harm ,, she would return what they intended tenfold .