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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 19, 2010 2:17:13 GMT
Diane smiled to herself. It was clear from a mile off that she had changed a lot in the last couple of days. She looked completely different; her face was powdered a pale white, while her lips were caked in a bright red and her eyes blazingly black. Her hair had completely transformed, having lost of its length and dyed a far more unnatural shade of black. Her clothes turned a few heads, as she wore a black strap top with a royal blue silk corset, tight leather trousers and black fishnet armwarmers.
Amongst these changes were several more permanent ones. A thick line of tattoo ink ran from her right eye, swirling tribally. A similar mark ran across her left wrist, and although it was only seen through the small gap between her top and jeans, she had a large black swirl that ran across her side from half way up her thigh to just below her brest. Her ears were also pierced again in both ear, as she wore the red earrings that Braxton had given her, as well as the upside down cross of her demon.
But it wasn't just her physical appearance that got heads turning. There was something cold and mischievous in her eyes, a cruel mockery of her old expression of playful mischief and joyfulness. They were the eyes of someone that took pleasure in pain, and the sort that would break a heart just to see the pretty shards.
She stepped into his room, saying very little as she stood on the end of his bed. She had promised to be there every day, but she had not known that she would undergo the transformation. She had lost her phone in the chaos of the ambulance, though she wouldn't have texted anyway. It had been three days since she had last seen him.
She stood on the end of the bed, picking up his chart and pretending to know what it meant, waiting impatiently for the shouting she knew she would get.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 19, 2010 2:26:08 GMT
Brendan saw her walk in, expecting a half dead Diane. Three days without her and he was worried. Her appearance scared him, seeing she looked exactly like her friend. The one she loved previously.
"Happy Halloween. I been in here that long?" He mumbled, tempted to call the nurse to help him to the bathroom so she would leave. He didnt like this. Didnt like this at all. He expected her to break it off, tell him he caused her too much trouble and she had lied when she had told him she loved him. He shook at the thought, pulling his knees close. He looked down at the booksack she had brought to him before she turned 'Abby Scuito' on him.
He would get to go home soon, one good thing. At least Braxton would be here to help him. Because he knew she wasnt helping him home. He tried to pull himself into a sitting position, then gave up, knowing he couldnt. Everything was going completely wrong this week.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 19, 2010 2:35:09 GMT
She smiled to herself, still scanning over the charts. It was a better response than she had imagined, but she wasn't sure if it was the old Diane or the new one that was thinking that. She looked up at him, checking the heard monitor and checking the multiple wires that were thrown everywhere, smiling to herself as she climbed up onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees up to the top of the bed, her entire body resting against his as she pressed down on his lips, passionately and almost violently, her eyes staying open to see his reaction carefully. She pulled back, grinning a smile that seemed unnatural on her features, "I've missed you," she said, the two sides of herself splitting in half so literally that her voice came out in two voices speaking in perfect harmony.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 19, 2010 2:40:46 GMT
Brendan forced a smile, a very fake looking one as he reached up to wipe the lipstick off his mouth, the stuff seeming cakey and gross on his mouth. He wanted to force her off, make her leave.
This wasnt Diane.
"Yeah. Missed you too.." he mumbled, turning his head to the side so he wouldnt have to look at her, wouldnt have to pretend everything was okay.
Give me a shot to remember. And you can take all the pain away from me. Your kiss and I will surrendur. The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead. screamed the speakers the nurse had moved to his room graciously, his brother having brought them to him.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 19, 2010 2:49:28 GMT
She sneered, feeling herself frowning a little as she craved his attention, slipping her fingers around his chin, her fingers digging in a little roughly which seemed to please her, although she was still glaring at him. "Hey, a little attention would be nice" the stronger, more unnatural of the two voices hissed, and though it was clear it was still made with Diane's voice box it was strange and metallic. She looked away, and then back in disgust, "You American pigs, think you can command anyone when you want it..." she barked at him, with the same voice commanding.
She pulled back slightly, finding both of his wrists and clenching them with unnatural strength as she leaned forwards, kissing his neck tenderly, nibbling a little and offering a little pressure, hoping to leave a hickey.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 19, 2010 2:57:19 GMT
Brendan didnt find the doctors 'no excitement' order to be funny anymore. As his heartrace picked up, his chest started to hurt, enough to make him cringe and arch his back. He closed his eyes tight, shaking his head.
"O-ow.. ow.. Diane.. Please.." He begged, his breathing becoming heavy. Chances were, if she didnt listen to him, a nurse would pry her off. "Diane, baby.."
He felt like his throat was closing, the way it would if he would be drowning. He coughed a bit, then wheezed, trying to gasp for air as his heartbeat tried to slow. He thought of puppies, flowers, Braxton in the shower, anything to get his mind off of Diane and her teasing.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 19, 2010 3:09:21 GMT
She jumped up suddenly, horror in her eyes as her face turned softer, her breathing heavy. When was the last time she breathed properly, or had something to regain her strength? "Brendan..." she breathed, turning to the cause for alarm; the heart monitor was making strange noises, and Brendan's breathing...
She shook herself out of her moment of weakness, the new Diane returning with new force as she grasped onto his wrists tighter, dragging them under her knees as she pinned them down, using her hands now to take off the blanket, starting to remove whatever clothing he was wearing - which turned out to be very little. Diane's movements were cool and concise, like a scientist performing a terrible experiment for the umpteenth time. Her body was completely out of her control, though Diane still could feel her eyes watering as a black tear ran down her white face. "Stop me..." she breathed, her lips shivering as she fought to regain control, until the sickly smile reappeared, and the eyes dried and stared straight at Brendan, enjoying every moment.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 19, 2010 3:17:31 GMT
Brendan was in so much pain now, his heartbeat faster than it should be, cimcumstances accounted for. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he struggled to free his hands. He tried to scream. Tried to yell. But he frankly didnt care anymore. He had had surgery to live, to live for Diane. And now he was going to die because of her. He arched his back, his last attept at giving a care, then his body went limp, his heartbeat so fast, he nearly sounded dead. It began to slow, then dropped to a near stop.
His teeth bared down into his lip as he tried to take a breath, not even putting the effort in to live. Everything he had believed, everything he had been living for for the last month or so had turned against him, now trying to kill him instead of giving him the courage to stay alive.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 19, 2010 3:27:45 GMT
Diane's body shivered as Diane desperately fought against its captor for control. No... I won't.... Diane thought in fleeting, I won't let him die, I won't! she insisted, as her body shook again, so violently that the body found itself tugged to one side, loosing footing as she span and rolled off the bed, falling with a crash as she fell onto the multiple machines and emergency devices in the room, smacking her head off the floor without either occupier having the ability to save it.
She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes wide and unblinking, every ounce of both occupiers strength going into fighting to claim the body, without the need of trivial things such as blinking. The body's spasms looked like she was suffering some kind of epileptic fit. Diane stared up, wanting to just gain control long enough to call for help for him, to let him survive, to take this other creature as far away as possible. She wanted to scream, to apologise on her hands and knees and explain everything. But most important was just to save him. But the demon was making this difficult.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 19, 2010 3:34:06 GMT
Brendan was dead, his heart stopped, his body limp. And he would have stayed that way, had the nurses not rushed in and revived him. His heart beat was slow, almost undetectable. But he was alive. Admist all the drama of saving Brendan again, a nurse picked Diane up and leaned her against the wall, shaking her gently to make her snap out of things, knowing that Brendan needed her more than he needed air.
Brendan still lay limp, his eyes closed. And had the machine not have been beeping, he would have been mistaken for dead still. All his color was gone, all his hope and love lost. He truly didnt want to live anymore. Daine had turned into a monster, someone who no longer loved him and didnt want to admit it. And it killed him inside, made him cold.
I told you she didnt love you. Why wont you listen to your big brother, huh?
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 19, 2010 3:48:46 GMT
Diane continued to twitch, but slowly but surely she was starting to regain her own body. Her eyes and her mind were the first, watching the heart monitor stopping, coming dangerously close to giving up and letting the beast return when he saw the streams of people coming in. Good... let them save him... take me away to another room, please... she tried to demand, tried to tell them all with her eyes but no one could hear her. Her voice cracked and broke, the beast pulling it away from her at all the wrong moments.
Why isn't he waking up? Oh God, Brendan....
Her heart felt painful in her chest, though she was sure it was nothing compared to what he felt. Her lips were dry beneath her make-up, her skin naturally pale beneath the make-up and her throat felt like she had been swallowing knives. The creature had certainly not been taking good care of her body, she realised as she tried to pull herself up, finding herself almost too weak to manage, crawling along the floor on her hands and feet to get to the side of Brendan's bed, too weak to even pull herself up from the floor to see him, though she held her arm up, taking his hand. "Brendan..." she said, her voice cracking and burning. "Brendan... you have to..." she coughed, doubling over, giving up on talking out loud. There were too many non-magics around, anyway.
She passed her thoughts onto his, using all the magical strength she possessed; Brendan, you have to believe that there's something inside me... something I'm trying to fight... it wants nothing but pain... I never- coughing again inturrupted her thoughts, as she quickly pushed past it, I never meant, I tried to fight. I still can barely fight it. I... I need to just go far away, so it won't hurt you again. tears streamed through her eyes, coating her cheeks in black, I love you so much...
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 19, 2010 3:57:33 GMT
Brendan reached for Dianes hand with the little strength he had. He held it as tight as he could.
SHE DOESNT LOVE YOU! SHE DOESNT!
"I... cant.." He whispered, clutching Dianes hand -the real Diane's hand- as tightly as he could, tears spilling down his face. "Diane.. I love you.."
He reached up to his neck with his other hand, slipping his finger through the ring, clutching the necklace. He wanted Diane to have it, wanted her to keep it with her, but knew the thing inside her would take it. Just like the thing inside him wanted her gone.
"I love you Diane.. With all my heart..." He gasped for breath. "Ill be with you forever.. Through.. anything.. I.. wont leave... you..."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 19, 2010 4:11:35 GMT
Diane's heart raced horribly as she tried to pull herself up, staring at him. The people were starting to leave the room now, though a couple remained close. Diane's breathing was still deep, feeling her heart melting to Brendan. The moment had slipped her focus, letting the demon child slip back into her body for a moment. Diane gritted her teeth, trying desperately to keep in control as she arched back, her whole body feeling like it was being torn from the inside. She winced, bitting against the pain, suddenly letting gasping scream as she fell back to the floor.
She curled into a ball, finally staying perfectly still apart from the occasional twitch and her deep breathing. The seconds turned into minutes quickly, and she had no idea how long she was in that ball, waiting until she was certain that she had control. I can't do this, Brendan.... she told him psychically, still without the strength to risk moving. It wants you.... All it cares about is pain and sex.... Its like a part of me, sometimes I can't tell which parts are me and which are her
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 19, 2010 4:21:05 GMT
Brendan cried harder, wanting to hold her and make her better. But he couldnt. He couldnt do anything right. Nothing at all. He felt so worthless. So useless. Diane needed him more than anything. He pulled himself up with every ounce of strength he had, cringing as things popped and cracked. He moved, slowly but surely making it to Diane. He pulled her into his lap, not knowing how but being able to do it all the same. He clung to her, his body aching more than it ever had in his life. He pressed his lips to hers for what he thought would be the last time. If he never got Diane back, at least he knew he loved her.
"Im not leaving you.. Well make it through this.. Ill figure a way.. Daine I promise.." He cried, his tears falling on her shirt. He shook slightly, his sobs making it hard to hold onto her. He couldnt loose her. He just couldnt.
"I love you. Im not leaving you... Ill find a way, Diane.. Believe in me... just believe and stay with me.." He wheezed, holding onto her as tight as he could.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 19, 2010 4:37:29 GMT
She felt the soft tingling of his lips on hers, wishing more than anything that she could let go and just enjoy the moment, but it was her lust from which the beast seemed to get so much power, at least while their connection was still growing, and so she had to keep perfectly still possibly throwing away the last kiss ever from Brendan, but it was for his own good.
Its getting stronger.... she said psychically, taking in a shuddering breath, feeling her whole body shiver as she gulped down his wonderful smell, feeling her body tingle as the lines blurred over who it was that wanted Brendan's body.
"Please...." she said, pulling away from his body, the smell and his touch driving her insane as she crawled desperately across the floor, more tears running down her face. Her voice cracked, burning again. She looked around, desperate for water, the thirst taking over most of her thoughts and blocking all others out. Water.... water... she begged him psychically, her eyes scanning around desperately.
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