There was a sickening crack that filled the air as the man's body fell limply to the ground, neck broken. But the woman who had killed him felt as if that crack were the sound of her own heart breaking. Everything she had done! All of the guys that she had passed up for him! All of the times that she went back to him instead of someone else... It had all been a waste of her time! Her life had changed for him, just so that she could be his. And then, he just left her! Just like that, he was gone. The past few months had all been for nothing. She had become something else for him and then he just left her! She had LOVED the fucking bastard! But he never got the chance to tell him, his death coming so soon after his sister's that she couldn't help but think that it had been suicide. Suicide because Cira had been the best part of his life, not her. Not the woman that had given up everything for him. No. He didn't care about her. Not after her death.

But Carly, for once in her life, felt all the pain of losing a loved one. Had he ever thought, just once, that he was the best part of her life? That it would be impossible for her to live after he was gone? No! He had just fucking left her! Left her to rot on Earth and then burn in hell for being a slut and murderer. And he had never said the word... Not once had he said the l-word that she had so longed for. She wanted to say it to him, but feared rejection. But he should have known that if a slut kept coming back to him and was trying to stop, that he could tell her those three words. Just one fucking time! That's all she had wanted... Him... Her inner desires had wanted to live a long and happy life with him, but that wasn't possible now... And now she knew that he had never really felt the same. Cira was the only woman that he could ever love, and she had been his sister. Carly had been nothing to him. She was just great sex that kept coming back.

How could she have been so stupid!? To fall in love with a bed buddy... It was pathetic, stupid! She knew better, and yet she had done it! She had promised herself that she would never fall for anyone... And yet he had fallen head over heels for Aric. The way his shirts fit around her body, the way his arms embraced her... Everything about him had been perfect for her. She wore his shirt in that moment, staining it wit the blood of her tenth victim that night as she sliced his throat wide open. She wasn't even bothering to hide the bodies tonight, her grief too much for her to handle. She was killing everyone in sight, the pain over her recent loss killing her from the inside out. Yes I do, Carly. I do want you, and I’m not so lost within my mind to know that. As long as you come back to me, I know no whore. And to me, you can be my pain in the ass. Might keep me going straight. His words filled her head, and a scream of agony escape her throat as she clawed at her ears. "Stop! Don't do this! I loved you, you fucking idiot!" The screams escaped her as she fell to her knees, pain filling her as she felt her heart shatter into nothingness again.

She get a hand on her shoulder, and with one swipe, the man was dead, lying on the ground, his blood pouring a puddle around him. Eleven, that was eleven people tonight, and the count was far from over. She had been solely his, and he had left, a coward he was, to join his sister and his parents. There was obviously no thought of how she would feel once e was gone. But deep in her mind, she knew that he hadn't expected to die. He had only been taking a risk but everything that could have went wrong did. The officials told her that there was no suicide attempt, but just a careless boy. THE IDIOT! Her face buried into her hands as she started sobbing, the death of her love too much for her, and yet she couldn't bring her knife up to take her own life... Somehow she knew that that wouldn't work. They would just be on opposite ends at that point, and that might just be worse than living with the pain. Ice blue eyes now pale blue and lifeless scanned the area around her for her next victim, feeling as though everyone should suffer because she was in pain.

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** The boy padded down the cold streets barefooted, bruised feet touching the moist asphalt, passing by alleyways dimly lit by the ominous lamp posts, wringing his hands together, long trench coat the only thing that truly kept his thin body warm. Purpled and beaten skin was hidden by long sleeves and pants, the only visible one creeping out of the collar of the coat, just inches past the junction of his shoulder. Dressed in complete neutrality, grays and blacks, he looked more like a pale ghost than anything, and perhaps that was what he should've been, swallowing thickly at that notion long fingers wrapping around the bright red beads around his neck, the cross thumping safely against his chest. The only sign of color in his attire, the only fraction of hope. Wide amber eyes flickered from side to side as if afraid of all the creatures crawling around in the dark, every single sound practically making him leap a foot in the air, dark cocoa locks swaying from side to side as he increased his pace. He had gotten lost on the way back to his dorm, a horrible thing for the skittish werewolf who had yet to even experience a shift yet, the changing bite on his abdomen throbbing in mention. So he was completely helpless out here, just like a weak human, but even if he had his ability to shift he doubted he would do anything other than curl into a ball and submit to pounding fists and kicking feet. ** Matt squeaked when a raccoon knocked over a trashcan, making a loud noise echo all around, his heart beating furiously as his blood rushed in his veins, shuddering as he prayed mentally, asking for guidance and protection, but even then he knew a horrible sinner like himself would never be granted such kindness. The senior moved even quicker, only for a wall of unbelievable stench to collide into his sensitive nose, wrinkled up as he rubbed at his eyes, it was like putrid rotting, as if someone had killed a pile of pigs in a corner. Though this odor… He took a deeper, reluctant whiff and then clasped a hand over his mouth as if to stop himself from crying out in fear, not trusting himself, he knew he would get himself in a bad situation, probably get slammed a few times against a wall, just like when his papa had sold him to this mean men… Backing up he noticed one of the corpses, a puddle of blood pooling around that shattered skull, tears of fear prickling the sensitive and frightened boy's mind, grasping tightly on to the cross as he felt his breaths become panicked and short. The world was starting to swirl all around him, and he probably would've passed out on the cold ground if it weren't for the piercing scream that came from someone only a few yards away from him, a kneeling woman coated in all sorts of crimsons, the male biting down on his lip to keep from giving away his presence. ** She was going to kill him. She was going to kill him. She was going to kill him. He could just feel it, the way she was so angry, and if he had listened correctly someone had left her alone, and she was feeling some sort of emotional pain, but the abused teen was too scared to ask or comfort her, instead wrapping his arms tighter around himself, like a safe bubble. Obviously she held no remorse, he could tell that these victims were randomly selected, some souls who had just walked in to the park for a good time, and well, they wouldn't be returning home. Right now he was desperately regretting that he hadn't asked Kerrie to come along with him to go for a walk to reacquaint himself with the town like he once had, the Scotsman would've made him feel so much safer in this vulnerable situation. Instead Matt started to take his silent steps back, and having no shoes made him hypersensitive to all the substances leaking around, and when he stepped in something that clearly wasn't ground, all squishy and bony he glanced down, seeing his heel sink down into the bleeding chest of one of the corpses. Oh fuck. He spiraled back with a cry of despair, slamming his bruised and scarred back into one of the brick walls, eyes wide with horror as he glanced over at the dark-haired woman, veins churning with ice. He was going to die. Amount: 760 Words. Notes: Hope you don't mind me tossing him in ;3 <3 Muse: Awesome! Tune: Come On Get Higher ~ Matt Nathanson Tags: Jez with Carly; OPEN;

Carly's pain was almost too much for her to bare. She wanted to cry and scream and kill to make everyone else suffer as well. But she also wanted to change. She wanted to become someone that she hadn't been with Aric. He had praised her for her killing, so she wanted to stop. He had criticized her for sleeping around, so she wanted to continue. But to kill... Was like life to her. It fueled her energy. So maybe she could just kill less... Actually follow the restrictions that Peter had placed on her. However, she knew that she couldn't do that. It would do nothing for her. And the pain would still be there. The pain would always be there. She didn't know. She didn't know if he had committed suicide to be with his sister. She didn't know if he had had any feelings at all for her. She didn't know anything about him. She wrapped her arms around herself and squeezed herself, clawing at her sides. The pain... It was worse than being hit by a train... Worse than being stabbed over and over again until life was one thread away from being destroyed. In fact, she would have much rather been beaten by her father and brother for the rest of her life than to go through this pain of loss.

Pale, lifeless eyes looked around her as she sought out another victim. One that would maybe run or struggle just a bit more than the rest. And then she saw him, heard his heart beat. Fast and panicked, his heart beat with the fear of having just watched her kill her latest victim. He knew that he was next. He stood not far off, by the corpse of a victim. Ice blue eyes settled upon him as she slowly rose, her gaze like that of a predator, a tiger stalking its next meal. She didn't move toward him, but instead gave a dark smirk of some kind. The action made her look almost possessed and really quite dangerous. "You better run." Her words were just loud enough for him to hear, and once they were out of her mouth, her feet were moving, carrying her towards him at a brisk pace as her eyes watched him. She waited for his move, waited for him to run. She wanted to chase him. The simple action would help her forget, at least for that moment, and that was all she wanted right then. She wanted to forget everything that had brought her there and she just wanted to chase and catch and kill.

OOC: yay! She got a reply! <33 sorry it's so short! She definitely won't kill him and we can figure out why as we go... I'm thinking maybe she sees how beaten he is and it reminds her of herself in a way and she lets him go or something... Idk... That's one option :P

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** Matt could've sworn that he heard his heart beat stutter, fingers tightly clutching the material of his trench coat, not able to move due to his back being pressed against this moist brick wall, legs shaking as they begged to start bolting but it felt like he was wading through tar. His voice was stuck in his throat, he didn't know what to do, this felt like his papa ganging up on him with his precious boys, he didn't like this situation, it made hot tears spring to his eyes that he refused to let fall. A whimper was all that slipped past his soft lips, hearing her command that sent him sliding down the wall, quaking like he had been sent to the Arctic without any clothes, hands slowly threading into his hair in a protective stance. The fingers gripped harshly on to gentle cocoa locks, golden eyes veiled from the world as he shut them immediately, legs tucked up against his lean chest as his toes curled inwards, swollen heels nestling into his hindquarters. The shiny wooden beads around his neck clattered together, as if musically accompanying his prayers, now loud enough to sound like murmurs, bruised body pleading not to be harmed, he didn't even think his frail soul could handle anymore beatings. He had finally escaped from his papa and the cartel, he had expected freedom, a chance at another life, but it seemed that horror and violence followed him everywhere he went… Was this his punishment for being such a putrid sinner? ** The Canadian didn't dare to open his eyes and take a glance at the eerily stumbling female who was moving towards him like he was a slab of meat, this painful jab in his abdomen as he breathed in the bloody scents all around him, disgusted even though he now had the werewolf instincts running through his veins. He didn't want to eat it, he didn't want to even be near all these corpses, he just wanted to go back home and cry on Kerrie, where he would be warm and safe, fingers stiffening in their protective cap as he heard her footsteps come even closer, whispering out before he could stop himself, “P-Please, no m-more…” He bit his tongue, images of being chained up in that emotionless steel room flashing in the darkness, having said that very same statement to his own family members time and time again, but did they ever care to listen? No, because he was a filthy disgrace, lower than the dirt they walked on, and by now he believed the same thing. He held back the sob of fear when he smelled the demoness just a few feet away from him, feeling her shadow wash over his curled frame, just as pathetic as he sounded, too fearful to even defend himself. Perhaps a long time ago he would've tried to run when in this situation, but that did not exist anymore, he had obediently learned to stay put, for he would never make it far. Lord have mercy on his soul. Amount: 517 Words. Notes: Your post was awesome darling, don't worry about the length~ But Hachi and I were talking and we thought that maybe Kerrie could hop in a while later? Like if Matt really does decide to run or something and then bumps into him and then lmao, grumpy faces clash xD Muse: Good~ Tune: Talking To The Moon ~ Bruno Mars Tags: Jez with Carly; OPEN;

The closer that Carly came to the beaten boy, the more she felt for him and the angrier she became. She didn't want to feel anything but anger towards everyone else and pain for herself. Her loss was so great... So tragic... Everyone else needed to suffer. But this beaten boy... He reminded her too much of herself and Aric combined into one poor, innocent being. He looked like she had after her after and brother had beaten her until she was almost dead, and she didn't like that. But he also reminded her of the heartbreaking sight of Aric after his sister had died. The image was so vivid in her mind, and she faintly flinched away from her own thoughts. The young man's words reached her, and she looked down, moving until she was standing right in front of him before freezing. She had to decide what she was going to do. Could she kill him? No. That would put him out of his misery. Or at least, that was her reasoning behind it so that she could justify her actions. She couldn't kill him. Not when he so much resembled her beaten self and Aric's miserable form put into one. In fact, he even resembled Aric a bit with his defined jaw line and nice hair. She almost wondered if...

"Aric...?" She knew that it couldn't be him for she had seen Aric's dead body... But she hoped that somehow he had come back to her. Or maybe she was delusional, who knew. She fell to her knees beside the male, looking defeated. Eleven people dead tonight because of her.... That was enough, right? Eleven families suffering... Yes that was enough people suffering. She couldn't kill anymore tonight, she didn't think, because she was worn out. Slowly, the female reached out toward the werewolf, looking to stroke his hair. "Please... Don't tell..." She said quietly, calm now, but if he ran, she would be on her feet in an instant, looking to kill once more. As a curled up ball of innocence, Carly saw herself and Aric in him, but as a runner, she would only see prey getting away from her. He wouldn't live if he tried to run, but maybe he would if he just... Stayed here... And accepted her.

OOC: oh yeah that could be fun. Whatever y'all want to do is fine with me ^^ poor Carly just wants to be accepted again

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** The male shuddered when he heard her stop right in front of him, shoulders tensing with the expectation for some sort of fist or claw to hack at his neck, bruised skin peeking out from the top of his coat, pale flesh so prominent against dark hair, making those purple splotches seem even worse. He heard her silken vocals like they were screamed right in his ear, though this was probably due to the current silence the environment was providing them with as well as his newly heightened hearing that came with his werewolf blood. Though when he finally tried to analyze what she had said, all that was there was a simple name, one that he didn't recognize, and he shook his head softly, holding back a sob as his nails scraped over sensitive scalp, choking out, “M-Matt.” He corrected her and then instantly regretted it, not wanting her to get mad, but he didn't want to tell her that he was this Aric guy, only if he was about to die and that meant instant escape, though even then he couldn't get his legs to move. He couldn't see her hand moving towards him, at least until he felt fingertips on the locks of his chestnut hair, flinching lightly but then biting his lip and staying still, throat bobbing with terror. Though eventually he calmed down a smidgen, something entirely noticeable upon his stiff body, the way his shoulders slacked a bit, trying to breathe, his eyes even opening a bit, amber irises flickering over to catch a glimpse of the girl. ** She was quite beautiful now that he was able to see her, minus all the blood, but he could see a normal teenager beneath all of that, swallowing thickly before murmuring, “Y-You have r-really pretty e-eyes…” Then he shut his mouth tightly once more, staring back at the floor, knowing it was rude for him to stare into someone else's eyes, or at least that was what his papa told him before slamming his face against a wall. The stranger pleaded for him not to tell that it was her that had murdered all these people and he nodded immediately, gulping before he stuttered out, “I-I won't say a-anything, I-I promise, j-just don't hurt m-me, please…” Matt felt horribly selfish for thinking of only himself rather than all the families of these dead souls or the potential future victims by not letting some officials know that she was running rampant on a broken heart. There was this one flicker of hope that he could leave after she let him and then tell someone without her knowing, but there was no way that his obedient and broken soul could ever break a promise, it was impossible. His father had beaten him into a little ball of respect and fear, so if anyone he saw as higher ranking, which was everyone, told him to do something, then he wouldn't hesitate at all. Shaking out of habit, he finally slipped his hands out of his own hair to clench them tightly near his heart, fingers twitching as he held on to his beads. Amount: 524 Words. Notes: :c Muse: Good! Tune: As Long As You Love Me (Acoustic) ~ Justin Bieber Tags: Jez with Carly; OPEN;

Carly was confused, really... She wanted to be angry, to kill this boy... But she couldn't do it. She felt for the beaten boy, and she just couldn't kill him. He was so innocent and had already suffered so much. She sighed and relaxed a little as she knelt beside him. He was kind of cute... In a little boy kind of way, though she figured he was about her age or maybe a year younger. He just had that innocence like a little boy, and she knew that it wasn't Aric, despite her asking if it was. Matt. His name was Matt. That was cute, she supposed... Still in a little boy kind of way... It was weird, the way she felt for him, but he looked so frightened... So innocent. She bit her lip as she watched him, fingers brushing through his hair gently. "It's nice to meet you, Matt... Would you like to know my name?" She asked, tilting her head slightly at him before pulling her hand away. She watched as his body relaxed, and she pulled her lips into a faint smile. Good... He was relaxing... She wanted him to like her. He reminded her of Aric, and she desperately needed to have anything resembling Aric near her.

He briefly looked up at her before looking away again and commenting on her eyes. "Thank you, Matt..." She said, looking down slightly. She hadn't expected a compliment since she hadn't received one since Aric had died... Of course that had only been a short time... But that didn't matter. She relaxed the longer she knelt next to him. He had a relaxing air about him... Probably because of his innocence and the fact that he had been beaten way too much. She watched as he spoke and then untangled his fingers from his hair to clutch at his heart. She smiled ever so gently and nodded. "Thank you, Matt... I'm not going to hurt you. Please don't be afraid of me... I know... I know this doesn't look... I mean... I know I look like a monster... And... I guess I am one... Just... I can't go to jail." She choked on her words, then, and tears leaked from her eyes as she wrapped her arms around herself. "I don't usually do this... I just... I want him back... But I know he's not coming back..."

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** He couldn't help but admit to himself that it did feel rather nice to have someone petting his hair, holding back the purr that wanted to rumble from his lips like the kitten he had once been, before he had been turned. His eyes were now staring straight ahead as his body instinctively went into lax mode, muscles like jelly as he loosened up, his breathing coming out in constant expulsions, but at least he wasn't shaking anymore. The pretty demon's words made his stomach churn as he automatically assumed she was going to get mad at him again, though calm vocals only passed along, expressing her question, and he nodded meekly, actually curious to know who she was. His fingers dropped from the religious beads to tease the material of his pants instead, murmuring in addition to his body language, “Y-Yes please…” If the werewolf at least knew her name then he would feel a bit more comfortable, because didn't people trade titles when they felt trust, or the possibility of it? He didn't know much about interacting with people, his social skills were shit and he had that awkward stutter that never went away unless he truly believed he could place his life in the hands of that other person. Ever since Mika, and with Cris all grown up now, he doubted it would happen again. The brunette was too afraid to take more chances, plus other people were scary, they didn't like him for his preferences and saw it as their chance to teach him a lesson as well. For not being the norm. ** He didn't realize that his compliment would actually mean that much to the other teen, he had thought she was used to getting such words on her beauty, she did kind of look like the type that would walk with an air of confidence and everyone in the room would stare. Just like how he was meant to remain in the corners. But maybe if she went to Cry Wolf then he could stick around her and be safe from all those scary guys in the halls who thought it was fun to slam him into walls… Especially since Kerrie wasn't allowed to follow him into the actual school grounds, only because they wouldn't approve of an adult man trailing behind their students and 'threatening' the children. Matt didn't see it as a threat, only defense against a lashing presence. Then her even softer words came gushing towards him, something that made him fidget at her plead for him not to be afraid, and he was brutally honest as he whispered, “I-I'm sorry, I c-can't promise that… I-I'm afraid of e-everything, it's not j-just you…” Everything. It was everything. He rubbed at his arms as she called herself a monster, shaking his head slowly as he added on a murmur, “N-No, you just s-show your fear differently t-than I do… I h-hide and y-you fight…” It was making his throat swell with all this talking, rubbing at the skin as she mentioned something about a guy not coming back, seeing the tears that trickled down her cheeks, propping his chin on his raised knees as he gave her one compassionate look before his gaze broke away again, saying, “I d-do too.” It had taken him so long to get over the history teacher's death and he brushed one of her tears away with a viciously shaking knuckle, rasping out, “P-Pretty girls d-don't cry…” He let out a broken laugh as he finished with, “My d-daddy said boys d-don't cry either… B-But I still d-do.” Amount: 601 Words. Notes: So depressing ;3; Muse: Awesome! Tune: Don't You Wanna Stay ~ Jason Aldean Tags: Jez with Carly; OPEN;

Carly actually enjoyed the company of the boy. It was rare that she found a gentleness about her, but with something even slightly resembling her love, she had to be careful with. One wrong move, wrong word, and this poor boy would be gone, most likely dead by her hand. But she had found control for once on one of her little killing sprees, and she kept her control as she crouched by the boy, watching every move that he made. Control was a rarity for the demoness, something that she knew Titan would have approved of but was unsure if Aric would or not. Where Titan had worked to make her stop killing, Aric had encouraged her... But they had both wanted the sex to stop. Neither wanted to share her... But now both were gone. Did her life even have meaning anymore? She had felt something strong for Titan, but she was met with Aric soon after his death and he took away the pain. He took the pain and turned it into love, and she had formed such a passionate love for him. But now, she had no one to take her pain away. She had no one in her life anymore. She had barely seen Peter since he and Allison had gotten together, and they lived in the same house... But she had fought with them, something that Aric had disapproved of and wanted her to fix.

He hadn't seen it happen, though, gone before she could take action to mend her relationship with the people living with her. Four people. Two couples. It was sickening. She hated being in that house. Every night, she came in late so that she wouldn't see them and then she would leave late in the day so that they would be out and about. It was her fault that she no longer saw Peter, but she couldn't bare the pain of seeing the two couples so damn happy. Didn't they know!? They obviously didn't care. So she stayed in her room when she was home, spending her time with her familiar, a tiger named Venom until she thought of something better. He was all that she had left in this world, the only thing grounding her and keeping her from going completely insane. But perhaps she was already there, and he was just keeping her from realizing it. Either way, it didn't matter. The full pain of her losses was hitting hard, and Carly wasn't sure how much she could handle of the pain of heartbreak, but she continued to live, her heart still beating, so she supposed that she could endured quite a bit.

Ice blue eyes slowly focused back on the young man as he spoke once more, and he slowly smiled. "My name's Carly, Matt. Carly." Her words were soft, barely above a whisper, as if she didn't believe them. And, in a way, she wasn't sure if she still was Carly. She was so lost within herself that she wasn't even sure who she really was anymore. But she claimed to be Carly, so that's who she must have been. She nodded slightly at his words and looked down, watching the grass away beneath her in the bright light of the moon. "I understand..." Her sentence was simple, and she reached down to play with the grass as she slowly smiled at his words. She supposed he was right... She did show fear through an odd way, though she was never willing to accept it before. She nodded slowly before her eyes snapped up at his next words. "You knew him?" She hoped that he did, for it would ground her even more, let her know that she wasn't alone. A shaking hand reached up to brush her tears away with a knuckle, and she slowly smiled. "A lot of pretty girls cry, Matt... A lot..." She said softly before her small smile grew ever so slightly, and she gently reached to touch his face gently. "The strongest man I knew cried. Sometimes... It's just the only thing to do." She said softly.

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** The boy took in slow breaths as he stared blankly ahead of him while the beautiful demoness seemed lost in thought, just wading in the darker parts of his past, things that made his golden eyes glaze over with unshed tears. He swallowed thickly, wanting to forget about everything and live on with his life, but everyone knew you just couldn't shove such things away, sweep them under the mat and expect them to disappear. Those little memories would always come back to haunt you at the worst moments and he sighed, feeling his heart pulsate with some invisible pain that didn't want to resurface, the trance broken by the stranger’s words, blessed with the information of her name. Carly. She definitely sounded familiar, he had heard some rumors about her a long while back in the first semester of the year when he had still been a freshly enrolled senior in the high school. Probably from when he revised the newest gossip with Renny, who had up and disappeared to who knows where, he truly did miss her, so upset that they hadn't even parted on closer terms. So Matt tried to flash a minuscule smile in her direction to show that he had caught the title, storing it away in some safe bundle of his memory, only for the quiet autumn air to claim their mentalities once more, each teen following their own path of sadness with a sigh. He shivered once as a breeze fluttered, his trench coat not doing much to shield the painfully thin boy from the cruelty of the low temperatures, his Canadian blood never kicking in with hidden genes to make him realize that this place was much warmer than any Northern weather, at all times of the year. It wasn't even snowing here during the fall, when in his homelands it would be stacked up high on the streets, or at least what he remembered from it. ** Matt was startled when Carly’s firm question tumbled from her lips, lurching forward by just an inch as his hand clasped over his heart once more, eyes wide as he took in a deep breath and tried to decipher what she meant by that, only to remember that she had been referring to a man. She probably thought he meant the same guy, that Aric fellow. With a sad smile he shook his head, brown curls waving slightly as he murmured in soft answer, “N-No, not A-Aric… Mika.” He bit his lip, pondering for a few seconds, his eyes showing that he understood the pain she was going through, even if his wasn't as fresh as her’s, adding, "He w-was a dear friend o-of mine…” Friend was an understatement, but he didn't know what else to say, he was forced to believe that his sexuality was a sin, and it didn't help that his lover had been a teacher, which made it even more forbidden, so out of fear of being punished he chose to veil their relationship as a mere friendly bond. He tried to block any true emotions from peeking out of those depths, only for a broken chuckle to echo from him at the mention of the other girls, his skull thumping against the brick wall once as he leaned some more, mumbling, “T-That shouldn't be h-happening… T-They need to be h-happy… I-I wish I could f-find them and make t-them happy…” His nose nuzzled in between his knees as he drew them closer, subconsciously pressing against her gentle hand as she comforted him, only for the innocent werewolf to murmur, “D-Do you go t-to Cry Wolf? C-Can we go b-back to the d-dorms? I-It’s getting cold…” Amount: 616 Words. Notes: N'aww, such adorableness. Muse: Awesome! Tune: I'll Be ~ Edward McCain Tags: Jez with Carly; OPEN;

Carly didn't know what to do anymore. After tonight, she would probably be wanted for eleven accounts of murder and she would be issued the death sentence if she were ever found. But then... She would be with Aric. Both burning in the fiery puts of hell. It was a calming thought, actually, but the coward's way out. Not really the most cowardly way because that was suicide, but she was too good for that. Her murders were too clean. But she had been a wreck, running on a broken heart, and she knew that that would mean that her murders weren't as clean. She had to have messed up somewhere. But they couldn't find her... She couldn't go to jail. Not after going so long without being caught. Though she supposed no one would notice or care. Why not just turn herself in? It wasn't like she would be missed. She had no friends and the only two that she had ever cared for had died. So why not die with them? And get drunk while she was at it... And she supposed that sex wouldn't be too bad either. It was how she let out the pain. Imagining the many men as her beloved Aric. She felt so much better about herself and her life when it was over, but when she was done, she killed them, no longer needing them. She kept them sometimes... But only when she really enjoyed it.

She sighed as he spoke, a deep look if sorrow crossing her face. "Too many people die..." She said, looking down and wrapping her arms around herself. It was true... People were dying every second, and eleven of them that night had been from her. But she didn't care about them. She cared about the people who had been close to her. She slowly lofted her gaze to look at the young boy, a soft smile forming. "You couldn't possibly make them all happy. Some of them will just never be satisfied." One of those women was her now that she had lost all meaning in her life. Before, she was happy with her life, kept close by a hot guy who had liked her dearly... She wanted that life back. A life with love, no worries, and someone to come home to every day. He was there, and they had an amazing time when he was, but now she went home to an empty bed, save for the large tiger who shared her room with her. "I do go to Cry Wolf... I suppose..." She paused, looking back at the couple bodies that were easily seen from there before sighing,"We can go back... "

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** Matt sighed softly at the demoness's words, eyes hooding slightly with the fact that what she said was true, no matter how badly he wanted to digress. Too many people were in pain in the world, and he couldn't help them all, especially when some of them were males like himself, and he couldn't even get close to the nicest of brutes without shaking, Kerrie included in that bunch sometimes. She confirmed his suspicions that she was also a student at the school he attended, and judging by her appearance he guessed that she was now in the same grade as him, nearly squeaking out in relief when she gave him permission to go back. It was instinct for him to seek the approval of those he saw as higher ranking before he did anything, so it was what judged his slow movements in standing up, long legs stretching out as he pressed himself tightly against the brick wall to keep from stepping in the blood puddle pooling around the business man. His toes curled a bit in memory of that icky sensation currently drying on his heel, gulping softly before padding a few steps forward, glancing over his shoulder to see if Carly was following, fingers fidgeting as he waited for her to join him by his side. He got much too nervous when people walked behind him, it was like presenting yourself as a punching bag without any chance of running away, escaping somewhere safe where no harm could fall upon you. But it wasn't like he would run anyways. ** The ground was moist against his bare feet, making the werewolf frown as he scoped the area around every few minutes or so, but there was this sense of protection due to Carly's slaughtering skills, not that he wanted her to kill anyone else, just bad people. He didn't like bad people. Mattie gnawed on his lower lip as he scuttled past the gates of the school after nearly thirty minutes of walking with the beautiful woman, noticing some students still scurrying through the campus, as if going for a midnight run to the library, instinctively leading her to his own dorm. He didn't know if Kerrie was there or not, maybe he was out on those random strolls he went on, sometimes coming back with this weird smell that oddly reminded the boy of his father, and while it twisted his gut, he never questioned the older man's choices. As long as he didn't see whatever it was in the dorm, then he was fine, tip of his pink tongue sliding over his bottom lip as he pushed the door open, calling out softly, “M-Mister Kerrie?” When he was half-sure that he didn't hear any grunt or word of reply he wiggled the rest of the way through, flickering on the light before letting the girl in, relishing in the warmth of the room as he shrugged off his coat, tossing it on the hook as he murmured in question, “W-Would you like some c-coffee? M-Maybe he'll come b-back if he smells it…” He was worried for the Scotsman, what if he had gotten into trouble in the street like Matt nearly had? Well at least he had the wits to defend himself, while the teen really was as useful as a feather. Amount: 556 Words. Notes: Unf sorry this is choppy x.x Muse: Alright c: Tune: Love R.I.P ~ Blue Tags: Jez with Carly; OPEN;