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Post by Abigail Carondelet on Jan 20, 2010 3:24:07 GMT
Abigail was wandering through the forest. Why? Even she didnt know. Something to do, she supposed. She was back from vacation, back from seclusion. She needed time to straighten out her life, to make things right again. She had erased all memories of that dance, of her former life. She had even got a make over. The new Abigail was ready to be unleashed on the world. But was the world ready?
She climbed a tree and hung from it by her legs, upside down and giggling. She swung slowly, her hair barely touching the ground.
"Weee!" she giggled.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 20, 2010 3:35:49 GMT
Diane walked through the forest, though unlike Abigail, her intentions were perfectly clear in her mind. The spirit had dealt with both Antosha and Diane, feeding from their depression for long enough. It was a pain which had been in her side for too long, and she wanted revenge on who had caused the depression; the graves of Mayu and Melville would not last the night.
She walked through, her thick leather boots cracking the twigs and branches of the dead trees. She was wearing her new gothic clothes, no top underneath her black corset with the silver cobweb embroidery, and a gap between her top and black jeans which showed her side tattoo clearly, as well as her new belly button piercing and the tattoo which circled it - which were still a raw red.
She walked forwards, before stopping in her tracks, not even breathing. She listened intently. Laughter. She breathed again, a smile crossing her lips as she recognised the voice from which the laughter came, even if the sound was unusual to it. "Abigail." she said under her breath, her bright red lipstick covering the blood that her cracked lips dropped as they pulled into a smile.
She walked forwards intently, following the noise until she was just in front of her, watching her. It seemed that she too had had a makeover. "Long time no see, slut. Still acting crazy?" she spoke.
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Post by Abigail Carondelet on Jan 20, 2010 3:41:25 GMT
"Crazy? No." She swung back and forth, anger boiling within her veins. Diane was the last person she wanted to see. And this new Diane seemed more cruel than the last. She tucked her shirt into her pants, her hanging upside down exposing her stomach. Then again, she had thought that she was going to be alone. Her shirt was black with a skull and guns, 'Bullet For My Valentine' scrawled across her breasts. Her jeans were worn and torn, along with her shoes. But she didnt care. She pulled her hair back into a pony tail, not wanting to get it dirty.
"Happy Halloween. Whatd I miss?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 20, 2010 3:51:02 GMT
Diane smiled a cruel smile, taking a step before her as she looked her up and down, judging her, tracing her eyes all along her curves. She smiled in approval, especially at the new look. "How fucking original. 'Fraid that lines been used before. Sorry," she said, accentuating the last word as best she could, remembering how she had been told once upon a time that apologizing was for the weak. Diane could prove that it wasn't.
She took another step forwards, her body coming close to hers, looking down at her as she breathed in her air, soaking in everything sensual about Abigail. She couldn't deny a physical attraction, even if Abigail's personality made the her want to break her head against the trees.
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Post by Abigail Carondelet on Jan 20, 2010 3:56:02 GMT
"Apologizing again, I see." She said, bringing her feet back behind Dianes head as she flipped off the tree and landed behind Diane.
"Whats wrong? Had Abigail withdrawls? Family friend told me you got a boyfriend. Cute too." She smirked, untucking her shirt and pulling her hair back down, tossing the pony tail aside.
"Aw. But in the picture I got, you seemed so much prettier. Less hostile." She shrugged, turning on her heel and walking off. So the Carondelets had been friends with the Garons, who had befrended the Reids years ago. Sue them. Brendans friend John had texted her, telling her that Diane had gotten her a new toy. And she was happy for her. One more trouble out of her hair and onto this boys. Cute, he was. Too bad his brother was gay, or Abigail would have been all over that. She smiled and ran her hand through her hair.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 20, 2010 4:04:48 GMT
Diane watched as she turned, grabbing onto her arm tightly, an unnatural strength in her fingers, especially considering how even her fingers were starting to look thin. She narrowed her eyes, dragging Abigail closer to her, pressing her face closer to hers, her voice a deadly whisper but with the metallic edge which the spirit always used, "No one turns their back on me. No one. Not anymore." she breathed into her ear, leaning back and giving a sickly sweet smile watching her affect, before leaning forwards again. She forced her ruby lips onto hers, her kiss tasting of blood, violence and anger possessing her very touch as she grabbed even harder onto her arm - if that was possible.
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Post by Abigail Carondelet on Jan 20, 2010 4:10:22 GMT
Abigail pulled back and spat in her face, not letting anyone talk to her like that. She grabbed her other hand, slipping her fingers through Dianes and bending the girls wrist back until she heard the sickly crack of broken bone. She gritted her teeth, spitting in her face again as she twisted her arm around behind her back and put her hand on the back of Dianes neck, ready to break it.
"Who do you think youre talking to, whore? Im not your bitch anymore. So sorry if you want me, darlin'." She said, pushing Diane to the ground. She didnt care who she was. No one was going to talk to this Cajun like she was trash.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 20, 2010 4:19:57 GMT
She let go of her arm, startled but not from pain. The demon could feel nothing of the pain running through Diane's body, otherwise she would have felt the starvation and thirst, felt how her body was empty and each of her ribs showed through uniquely under her top. Even with her corset on it was obvious how her hip bones spikes through to the surface, her skin almost translucent.
Diane gritted her teeth, but let out a smile as she pulled seemingly lightly on her arm to retrieve it, her demonic magic making it an easy job to release herself as she slipped her hands behind her, grabbing the girl's shoulders and throwing her over her shoulder with ease.
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Post by Abigail Carondelet on Jan 20, 2010 4:29:51 GMT
Abigail felt her back crack, but rather than pain, it felt like relief. She layed there for a second, cracking her knuckles, then her neck, then pulled herself from the ground, dusting herself off.
"Feisty, are we?" She smirked, her eyes dancing playfully. It had been a while since shed had a good, bloody fight. And Diane was just the person she wanted to tear to shreds. She had did nothing but think about Diane her whole vacation and she wanted her dead. This girl had issues, as did her family.
"Gon' make your boyfriend cry... Gon' getcha, darlin'." She smirked, her southern accent becoming very vibrant and noticeable. "Gon' break your bones and laugh over it. Think I wont. Come on, bitch! Make me mad! I wantcha to!"
She was overcome with anger, and if it killed her, she was gonna get Diane back for all the pain she had caused her.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 20, 2010 4:36:02 GMT
Diane looked at her, a smile on her face. More pain would not have been a problem; it just made the real Diane less likely to show herself. "You're a worthless little whore, aren't you?" she said snidely, "You know the best you'll ever get is rape. You might as well put yourself on a street corner, at least if you're going to be raped you might as well get some fucking cash out of it." she said, stepping forwards.
She raised her hand in the air, bringing it down slowly. She made no sound, no spell, and yet magic was crafting itself as no human could manage. The spell was pressing against Abigail's clothes, tiny invisible blades tracing a line across her body, trying to shed the clothes. "I have to say, though, tonight I don't feel like fucking paying."
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Post by Abigail Carondelet on Jan 20, 2010 4:40:58 GMT
"Paying? I wouldnt lay you if my life depended on it. How your boyfriend did is beyong me." She said, looking down at her shirt.
"Aw. And this was my favorite outfit." She ran at Diane, her hands out to catch herself as she landed ontop of her, her shirt nearly gone. "Youre really starting to piss me off, you know that?"
She leaned close, as if to kiss her. "The only worthless whore here. Is you." She said, pulling back and spitting on her again.
"I bet your daddy laid you. Thats why youre like this. Whats wrong? Daddy aint good enough? Daddy aint big enough?" She whispered in her ear.
"You make me sick."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 20, 2010 4:46:24 GMT
Diane smiled, the insults sounding pathetic in her own ears, as if she was grasping at straws. "You're weaker than you think, little girl," she said, grabbing her wrists again, her grip tight enough to shatter bones, "At least I don't fall in love with strangers, demand their love back, run away and cry because you just want to be saved. Well no ones going to save you this time. Because you're weak and worthless, and at the end of the day, you are merely made of flesh and bone. Bones break. Flesh..." she spoke softly, using her other hand to pull a shard of metal from thin air. "Flesh bleeds...." she said, drawing the metal shard closer to her wrist, with all intents on slicing it open.
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Post by Abigail Carondelet on Jan 20, 2010 4:50:49 GMT
Abigail didnt look scared, worried, or bothered at all.
"Hold me. Show me. Bring me to my knees." She smiled, repeating the line from her favorite song. "Hurt me, darlin'. Kill me if you wish. Because you know what? I have nothing to live for. Your kill will be meaningless and you know it. No ones gonna miss me. No ones gonna realize Im gone. So go ahead. Play with me, baby doll. Make it worth my while."
She squinted her eyes at the girl, totally unphased by her death threats. Death? She wasnt scared. Hell would welcome her with open arms. Abigail wasnt scared of Diane or what she was capable of. Pain was weakness leaving the body, and at this point, Abigail was ready to be strong.
"Make it hurt." She said, leaning up, her lips mere centemeters from Dianes, wondering if she would close the gap.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 20, 2010 4:58:42 GMT
Diane smiled again, bringing her lips even closer to Abigails, not quite on her lips but they were so close that when she spoke they occasionally touched. "You're wrong...," she breathed, "Your death will mean something to someone. Diane will look back and she will know what she has done, know that she did it because it was you, and she will know that a very real part of her is ready and willing to kill the people she once loved."
She smiled wider, promising, "It will hurt," twisting her voice to try and sound like the original Diane's, even though it was still the spirit very much in control. "And you won't be the last," as she pulled her wrist hard, probably dislocating her arm or breaking her wrist, before she slid the knife deep into her wrist, waiting for the screams.
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Post by Abigail Carondelet on Jan 21, 2010 15:33:44 GMT
Abigail had never been weak. But then again, she had never been very strong. She had been able to protect herself vaugely from her rapist, but not enough to save herself. She hadnt been able to save herself from the after attack, either. But shed vowed she would try and protect herself now that Dante was gone. She had been by his side as he took his last breath, and she was unable to help him. So she promised him she would see him soon.
She felt the pain shoot through her arm, clear up to her shoulder. She cringed, not willing to let Diane see just how much pain she was in. Something about this Diane screamed 'IMPOSTER', and Abigail just couldnt pinpoint why. The old Diane wouldnt succumb to dressing like the walking dead. She held herself entirely too high for that.
Abigail bit her lip and the blade dug into her wrist, unable to tolerate the pain, but also unable to let Diane see just how bad this hurt her, more emotionally than physically. Somewhere in the back of her mind, someone -something- whispered to her:
This hurts him alot more than itll ever hurt you. He loves her with everything he has and shes destroying him piece by piece, just like shes going to do to you...
"You would go to these lengths to get me back, Diane? Dont you realize who youre hurting? Because it sure as hell isnt me. Theres a boy out there who made you his world. And you just cant see that. Why cant you see that, Diane? He can give you more than anyone can. He loves you..." She murmured, not knowing the boy, but knowing how he felt. Because she herself had felt that way about Diane at one point, though it was only for a few hours. This boys love would last a lifetime...
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