izillama
First Post
Ruby's hand closed cold and firm around Clover's as she began to lead them forward.
She wasn't angry.
Her eyes were kind and smiling. They always were. She forgave Clover. She still had faith in Clover.
But Clover was beginning to lose all faith in herself.
[sblock=Clover's inner dialogue a.k.a. "I want to die" speech]She was miserable. Repentant. She couldn't even look at her friends at they walked, lest she catch their eye and say something to control them. To harm them. She didn't want to cause anyone anymore pain. Yet all she could seem to do lately was was take and take (like the leech she was becoming) and revel, ever-so-momentarily, in the anguish on their faces.
She clenched her teeth together and felt her grip tighten on Ruby's hand as well.
Here they both were. Ruby. Koln. All too willing to forgive her. To be her friend. And to love her. And all she could manage to do is hurt them and push them away!
'No one deserves that. I'm the worst kind of friend. The worst kind of person. They would be so much better off without me. Clover, you should have offed yourself when you had the chance. You still could. Koln wouldn't be offended, would he? I mean, suicide is still a sin, isn't it? What about vampiric suicide?...'[/sblock]
Malicious thoughts, evil thoughts, bounced around her head as they stepped up to the Emerson mansion and walked inside.
Hands unclasped and Clover found herself taking a tentative step forward in awe. She exclaimed, clearly impressed, "This guy had good taste, huh?"
She wasn't angry.
Her eyes were kind and smiling. They always were. She forgave Clover. She still had faith in Clover.
But Clover was beginning to lose all faith in herself.
[sblock=Clover's inner dialogue a.k.a. "I want to die" speech]She was miserable. Repentant. She couldn't even look at her friends at they walked, lest she catch their eye and say something to control them. To harm them. She didn't want to cause anyone anymore pain. Yet all she could seem to do lately was was take and take (like the leech she was becoming) and revel, ever-so-momentarily, in the anguish on their faces.
She clenched her teeth together and felt her grip tighten on Ruby's hand as well.
Here they both were. Ruby. Koln. All too willing to forgive her. To be her friend. And to love her. And all she could manage to do is hurt them and push them away!
'No one deserves that. I'm the worst kind of friend. The worst kind of person. They would be so much better off without me. Clover, you should have offed yourself when you had the chance. You still could. Koln wouldn't be offended, would he? I mean, suicide is still a sin, isn't it? What about vampiric suicide?...'[/sblock]
Malicious thoughts, evil thoughts, bounced around her head as they stepped up to the Emerson mansion and walked inside.
Hands unclasped and Clover found herself taking a tentative step forward in awe. She exclaimed, clearly impressed, "This guy had good taste, huh?"