Topic: Can Valentine be Saved?

Belle De Morte

Date: 2007-10-19 18:53 EST
Belle de'Morte, Valentine's Sire, had brought the poor, whimpering, and crazed girl back to her studio. She had talked with her, tried to reach her, tried to understand. Val had only preached things Belle had said long ago, when she had worked side by side with a demon Master, Zaruk'Naroth. The girl seemed obsessed with what Belle had done in her past. Why'

Sighing, Belle turned her back to Val and hung her head. "Val, I am not what you think. I have done terrible things in the past, and have been trying so hard to make up for them. Not because of remorse, but because of Rie. Contrary to all that I believed before about love, I find myself in it. Hopelessly in love with her. I will not make her victim and accessory to my sins. I have to repent and change my ways, for her sake. One day you too will understand."

She rose and headed for the door, unsure of what to tell Val, unsure of what to say to help the girl. "Val, those memories of mine, you would be better off if you forgot them. Make your own. You are damaged inside, and it will rip you apart. Don't make the same mistakes I did, don't act on those bloody desires. Don't bring more death and pain on this world, the people here do that to themselves. They don't need our help in damning their souls, if they even have them anymore."

VinylValentine

Date: 2007-10-19 18:59 EST
Val had been listening, and seething inside. She was crazy, not stupid. She could act as well as the next female, she could fake it with the best of them!

She watched her Sire, her mind totally devoid of coherent thought at the moment. The voices were screaming at her again, she could hear HIS voice, and she knew what must be done. This travesty had to stop, she was supposed to be a tool for him, and she had escaped! She thought she had won, but Val wanted to serve him, Val needed the love and protection he promised. SHE could do it, Valentine could be evil, she would do anything to be chosen as his operative. She would do anything to be chosen, to be taken in, to be a part of something! Valentine couldn't handle being alone anymore, and if it meant getting even with men? BONUS!

Rising from her seat with a scream, she yanked a wooden and bone dagger from beneath a seat cushion, and charged Belle.

"You are weak! You have failed him! You must die! He will come for me, and save me if I end your life! He will choose ME and I will be his queen, not you!"

Screaming, she threw herself on Belle and sank the wooden blade to the hilt in Belle's stomach, and trying to drive it up beneath her ribcage, trying to hit her heart. The wooden blade was too dull, too weak to have pierced her breast, so she whimpered as she shoved and wormed it higher, her fist sunk into Belle's stomach.

"You may be my Sire and Master, but the studen has surpassed what the teacher can give! You never helped me! You never taught me a damn thing! I will take your life and your energy. Go to the hell you belong in, demon woman!" Screaming at the top of her lungs, her body covered in blood. Val's eyes were wild, pupils shrunken to pin-pricks in her rage.

Veronica Wolfe

Date: 2007-10-19 19:26 EST
Veronica had been rummaging through the garden behind Valentine's home, snatching vegetables and fruit from the garden that had been sadly neglected and nearly gone to seed, when she heard the screaming.

Running to the window, she knew it was from inside. She saw the crazy woman she'd been following all day, and saw her attack the tall, dark haired woman with the green glowing eyes. She screamed herself, dropping the small sack of veggies, and drawing a wicked blade from a hidden sheath in her duster.

"NO!" She yelled, banging on the window with the hilt of the blade. It soon shattered, and she was inside, running at the two women. She saw she was late, but maybe she was not too late. The crazy one was dripping, covered in the other's blood, and her fist was almost completely within the other woman's body.

"STOP!" She tried to sound commanding and dominant, but her small voice made that difficult. So, she threw herself on Valentine's back, grappling with her, but she was thrown off. This chick was strong!

Screaming, she threw herself at her again, slicing at the wrist that was burying blade and fist inside the other woman. This, however, was working, because Valentine screamed in pain and rage, and seemed to focus on Veronica, instead. Uh-oh, she saw the fangs now, and those eyes. They were completely blue, the pupils were tiny, she was probably not even dealing with half a deck of cards, right now. Sh*t! Now what?

Veronica dropped into a fighter's stance, her feet planted and spread for balance, on the balls of her feet. Her arms were out, the blade in her left hand, her right empty, for now.

VinylValentine

Date: 2007-10-20 17:34 EST
Val turned from Belle's bleeding body, wrenching the bone handled wooden knife from her belly. Her arms was soaked with blood, and she snarled at Veronica, "You don't understand. She must be killed."

She released Belle, her body falling to the floor, Val didn't know if she were conscious or not, but she would deal with her later. First, she had to convince Veronica or kill her too.

She stepped closer to her, watching her, eyes flicking from the gleaming tip of Veronica's knife to her eyes. With vampiric speed, she lunged at Veronica, reaching to knock the blade from her hand in a blur of motion.

Belle De Morte

Date: 2007-10-20 17:43 EST
Unable to believe it, she looked down at the wooden and bone dagger as it slid into her body, she gasped, gurgled and gripped Val's arm. Was this it'

Her eyes glowed with green fire, but they slowly ebbed and faded. Pain overtook her, and she slumped, held up by Valentine. She couldn't speak aloud, but pleaded with Val in her mind, "Val, please don't do this. I can help you, it's not Zaruk. You don't need Zaruk, you are a free vampire. I am still chained to him, no matter what I do. Please, Val, I can help you...you can make your life worth something. You do not need empty promises and lies...and that's all he would give you. Do not choose the life I did, you will have to live forever with the consequences..."

The pain reached a peak, and her hold on consciousness slipped, she slumped further, moaning softly. Was she dreaming? Suddenly, there was a girl, a slip of a girl, screaming; but Belle could not hear. All she heard was the rushing of her own blood in her ears. This girl, dressed in a trench coat was holding a knife of Val. Val had let her drop, she didn't feel it. She watched, through slitted eyes, as Val and this human girl faced off. She did not want Val to die, but she had to stop Val from killing this girl....her mind would not be able to handle the guilt of another death.

Belle rolled onto her knees, a hand pressed tightly against the gaping hole in her gut, she tried and failed to get to her knees, and then her feet. The floor was slick with her own blood, she slipped and fell onto her side, the pain sending her into unconsciousness.