Topic: Dark Passengers

In the Rough

Date: 2010-06-15 21:26 EST

Got a secret.
can you keep it?
swear this one you'll save.
better lock it in your pocket,
taking this one to the grave.
if i show you,
then i know you wont tell what i said.
because two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.
The Pierces-Secret

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The Past

~Ivory Memories, Onyx Nights, Crimson Secrets~

She was close to the ground, fingers pressing into her temples. Mind twisting in razors and thorns. A Rose she was not. Concentrate.

She couldn't concentrate all she could see was the Touchknow leaning over the ruin of what once was a man. Her pale fingers coated in shining ruby rivulets of the man's blood. His heart was in her hands but it no longer would beat.

Addiction gone wrong, twisting patterns and all around her it was a blood bath. Her fingers pressed to her temples to stop the visions, the pain though kept her from screaming out in the sounds of madness and hysterics.

Loved him to the end. Death do us part... but one was not Jessamyn's husband, not even her lover but the addict that had fallen to her. This one had fallen too fast and too quick, he was weak. Jessamyn needed stronger souls to bond to... to survive. It wasn't so much a feeding, Esme was beginning to understand that her sister needed to survive.

Another glance away from the disturbing image of her sister with a heart in her hands. The mental imagery did not elude her for the personification and symbolism it would suggest.

Her eyes found instead the sight of Jezabelle with one of the jagged blades, one of her favorite knives...as long as her forearm Esme saw it more as a shortsword then a knife but the serrated edges were being thrust so slow through the man's torso, right below the ribs before the upward thrust would bring the blade to touch to the heart.

A slow death.

She wanted to cover her ears as she heard Jezabelle whispering "Shh. Shh. Shh."

Over and Over again as the hand without the knife stroked the beautiful hair of chestnut from the man's face.

Wolves in Sheep's Clothing.

Lions amongst the lambs.

That was what the Three were.

The Blue Sisters.

Such solace and peace, mourning and comfort in the Three.

So many secrets and it all began with that night...

A night out on the town and it was just the beginning.

In the Rough

Date: 2010-06-17 21:14 EST

Pray for me 'cause I have lost my faith in holy wars
Is paradise denied to me 'cause I can't take no more?

Has darkness taken over me
Consumed my mortal soul?
All my virtues sacrificed
Can Heaven be so cruel?


~The Past~

Jezabelle was left leaning against the door jam, smoking a clove as she was the picturesque vision of a nightmare or the vision of a killer. Coated in blood from head to toe she looked nothing more then a macabre masterpiece. The glint in her eyes, the odd emptiness of those deadly depths seemed sated.

Another slow inhale and the clove was flicked aside. They had taken care of the lot of them, at least they thought they had. The Blue Sisters were now in the stage of recovery for the bloodbath they had endured.

The dainty albino curls of Jessa's hair had become instead ruby crystals with just how much the blood had decorated her flesh and tresses

Esme was in very much the same state, her eyes shards of artic ice and blue lightning as she rubbed absently at her shoulders, nudged a boot heel against the blood and feathers on the floor.

"GA!"

"Don't call me that...I told you not to call me that!"

The pointed look was sent to Jessamyn before she realized why her name was about to be screamed out.

She ran over far too late as she saw one of the men manage to get to his feet in order to slide the blade home to the hilt in the soft underbelly of the Touchknow's skin.

It was only a moment's hesitation before Diamond's hands fell on Jessa's shoulders.

The Sisters didn't touch each other. Not anymore. There was no risk of the addiction to the Touchknow...but other things... could be far worse then addiction. To feel, to sense, to hear every sensation and thought was a burden none of them wished to share... but in those moments where you had no choice... those choices were made.

Both sisters instantly dropped their shields to allow their powers to merge. At that instance Jessamyn's hands snapped out to catch the wrists of the man that had shoved the knife into her. Holding her to him as her crystal blue moon eyes locked on the soldier's

The Touch was bled through with Esme's telepathic projections of far worse horrors then any man could ever imagine as he found the eyes of Diamond peering over Esme's shoulder.

To feel that nightmare as much as see it in his mind's eye could easily break the spirit. The sisters smiled in satisfaction, their eyes mocking and cold. Indifferent to what they made this man suffer as they watched him break in front of their eyes.

"Do it Az."

Called out at the moment where the man was too far gone to have a will... or mind... of his own.

Jezabelle stepped forward as the clove was discarded and the blade was lifted. Tested in her hand that comfort of familiar weight before a blur of motion was her arm striking out, a quick cut across the throat let the man bleed like a pig on a spit.

"No squealing now... pity."

Jezabelle rolled her wild eyes over to her sisters as a savage grin crossed her lips. Wild with a hunger that seemed to give the woman the appearance that if given the opportunity she would kneel down to those massacred bodies and lap at the blood flowing from their flesh.

"Meat puppets."

A quiet response was Esme's only reply as she released her grip upon her sister.

"You have to be more careful Jessamyn, we cannot be saying those names."

"But they're ours!"

"No...not anymore. Not ever again. We're far from that now. We're damned."