Ensanguined Confrontation [Alisha, Tyler]

[Addison Beckett *]

Addison tried to smile gently, tried to make his touch gentle as he could. He wanted to confuse her, make her think that he cared, make her think of wrong things. That way he could be unpredictable, and she wouldn't be able to read his next move. The fun was always in the hunt, in the role-playing, that he always said to himself. And to keep himself away from feeling guilty, his mind needed to register again and again the sinister thoughts that he had once planned. He himself couldn't understand why he hadn't just killed her together with her parents that night, why he just had to spare her life. Well, that really isn’t important now. What he needs to focus on is how he can pull this off without breaking a sweat. He smirked to himself as he heard her say that she didn’t care. Perfect, he thought, he can add more drama.

This seemed to him more like a play, wherein he was the character who acted like everybody’ friend when at the end, his true colors were going to be exposed and they’ll see who the real suspect was. But he loved it. He loved being a vampire, though he unwillingly accepted it at first. Poor Alisha, he said in his mind, the subject of an old vampire’s play. He being with his mistress since they have met had indeed influenced much of his dark side, since she herself was blackhearted. Together they had made quite a couple, going hand in hand in killing sprees and battles. But beyond that, they were each other’s world. He could only think what could happen to Alisha if his vampiress was here, when Alisha would be caught in between the grasps of two menacing vampires. Mercy wouldn’t exist. Not a single bit.

He watched Alisha as she leaned herself against one of the bed posts, his mind still thinking of how he would continue this. And as he looked at her, something came into his mind. He was sure it would hurt her. It would be fun. His eyes continued to look innocent and caring as he moved himself closer to her, his hand stroking her hair gently, “Come on, Alisha. I don’t accept no for an answer,” he chuckled lowly, his voice in a thoughtful tone, though in his mind, everything was the opposite. “Come, eat. I wouldn’t want to see you weaker than I already have made you. Forgive me,” Addison spoke softly, though he never meant even a single word of what he had said. Emotion was weakest for humans, and he wanted to strike at the weakest spot.

[*alishariley]

“Come, eat. I wouldn’t want to see you weaker than I already have made you. Forgive me.” Her mind went blank at his words. ~W-what did he just say...?~ His soft caress turned into that of what she hated most, fake feelings, fake concern.. fake everything. Weak.. she had to chuckle to herself, weak, foolishness.

Her eyes went dark as she stared at the ground. She would admit to fearing this creature that held her, she would admit to being physically weak to someone.. no something so strong, but she was not mentally weak. She stood up and moved away from him, standing about five feet in front of a plain wall. "No one believed in you, creatures. Ever since I could speak I believed their to be beings that were stronger, smarter and even more, but everyone said it wasn't possible. Creatures that walked the nights like vampires and werwolves didn't exist. I believed until I was twelve, then you creatures that had excited me so much, lost my interest." She took in a deep breath, for the first time she felt calm. " I know how most of you 'things' work. Ancient scriptures, research that I had found in the deepest part of one of the largest libraries of the world. I learned, even a autobiography by one of your kind. Never though it possible that a vampire would write about how your kind lived. Playing games on your prey, though I will admit that some of you actually do care. You aren't here to care... /her voice caught for a second/ I'm just your game." She turned to him, her eyes were a dark blue green. " I won't fall to your tricks... just know that."

She looked back to the wall as her hand pressed against it hard, her body shaking softly. Hell, that's where she was and she wasn't sure if she'd ever get out. Now that she could feel that he wouldn't play with her like he had, his fake smiles of kindness, his fake caring touch. Maybe sometimes in her lowest points she might give into them and think they are real, but she'll remind herself of this night. A single tear fell from her eye, like one of the many falling pieces of a broken wine glass after it's shattered.

She refused to be used for some toy, physically she knew she'd be embarrassed if he or any of the people he might bring over did anything of that sort to her. Mentally she knew she would falter and beg for mercy at points, but she knew if she truly cared for herself and her friends she had yet to meet up with, then she could pull through. "I w-wont give in so easily....." She kept her back to him, barely speaking those words, because they were more to give her hope and faith in herself, then to make a point to a malice filled vampire.

[Addison Beckett *]

Fake emotion ran through him, his mind wanting nothing more but for her to believe him. He wanted her to be at his mercy, cowering in fear at his strengths. It was hard to admit, but it was in this that a vampire like him found a wee bit of pride, a tiny taste of looking at himself as someone great. Because when he looks at every other angle at himself, he saw no one but a killer. He saw no one but someone who everyday plunged into an ocean of misery, of his own fears, of his own memories, of who he used to be. Inside his mind, memories were still fresh as if it had just been yesterday, though he had forgotten a lot of things about his past. But still there were those memories that lingered endlessly, reminding him over and over again of the things that he could never let go, the things he never wanted to lose. Even though Addison never admitted it, it was evident that he missed to be a human again. But then again, being a vampire most of the time was a lot better.

He watched her as he moved away from him, distancing herself from him as if she knew exactly what he was doing. “Damn it,” he thought to himself, realizing he couldn’t pretend anymore, since it was obvious she wasn’t clueless to his current actions. She was different from other humans he had crossed paths with before, because she actually had enough knowledge about their kind. But it was a good thing that he needed not to explain anything to her. Explaining and talking about himself and his past was never a good thing, even his vampiress – the one he considered his other half – knew nothing about his yesterdays. The past was the one thing he had wanted to stay away from.

Addison shook of his thoughts, focusing now on Alisha. This was interesting, to find a human willing to decline a vampire’s offers. But it wasn’t a hundred percent that good to know; he hated humans who made him feel that they were thinking that humans were greater than vampires. His annoyance was pushed once more, and he tried keeping himself calm, not wanting to do anything cruel at the moment. He stood up, walking closer to her, his eyes glowing in the midst of the moonlit room. "I w-wont give in so easily,” he heard her say. It would take more effort than he had thought to control this human. Rage began to fill him once more; this girl got to his nerves since the start of the night. Addison’s body acted without his mind even coping up with his actions and his hand slowly made its way to her arm. With displeasure in his eyes and a hint of frustration in his voice, his grip tightened around her arm as he spoke, “You won’t? Then I guess I’ll have to make you,” and with that he pushed her back, letting her hit on the wall, throwing the food at her. He stepped forward, looking into her eyes. It’s time she saw what he really was.

[*alishariley]

She stared to feel better about the situation. She knew he would have to work excessively hard to break her mentality. In her heart humans and vampires were the same. Both races killed , murdered and tortured others, both also had "good" people among them, that helped others. The differences were vampires were dead, stronger, faster, had fangs and in most situations smarter. None of that mattered, her body, mind and heart made their decision, they would not fall easily to this nor any other vampires' will.

As her thoughts consumed her they soon washed away by a raging river of pain. Addison had her in a death grip. At first her face was awash with pain, but when she went to look at him, her face was stone and she just stared at him. Soon before she knew it, her body throbbed as it laid painfully against the wall. She slowly looked up to him; only, to have a tray hit her chest and the good he had brought her fly all over her. She shook for a second, embarrassment fell over her like a huge wave. She felt tears starting to sting her eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall. All she did was become silent and slowly started wiping the food from her clothing, only only that but pulled it from her hair.

"Please, just leave me alone." Her voice was shaky but she didn't let any tears fall, no tears would escape her eyes. "Don't you gave a mistress? Someone who turned you? Go to her! Leave ME ALONE!" She pushed more food off her lap and slowly started to stand. This was the second time she had hit her back, it was killing her. This being, it was hard for her to stand. "You aren't any better than a cereal killer... you think you are better than humans, but you're not! You were once one! Just because your strong and faster doesn't mean you are better. Most of you "things" lost your morale, lost the true reason for living. It makes me sick that I was fascinated in such a stupid kind of creature."

She heaved herself off the floor and moved to the side against the wall, to get away from him. Then when she felt far enough away, she walked to the bed and just stood there. She stared at the bed longing to just be home again. Her body quaked she just wanted to curl up on the bed and cry. But she wasn't about to do that in front of him. She would wait, while the searing pain in her back and in her heart increased.

[Addison Beckett *]

His ears listened carefully to her words, bringing him closer and closer to rage. Does this girl even know what she was talking about? He could very well see she was only pretending to be that strong. Addison hated pretenders. His dark eyes focused on her as she asked him to leave her alone, to go to his mistress. Lips parted to allow a snarl to escape his lips; he was never happy when someone involved his vampiress. She wasn’t included in this, and this human better not drag Nimue into this or he’ll surely give in to his anger. Addison watched her as she struggled to stand; his mind thinking how lucky she was that was the only thing he did to her. He knew he could have done so much worse.

He thought she would keep her lips shut now, but instead she kept releasing words that pushed him to his boiling point. She said he was no better than a serial killer. He hated being labeled as a killer; every time he thought of himself as a murderer it filled his mind with guilt and hate for himself. He despised that idea, only because it was the fact that Addison can never bear to admit. His hands clutched into fists as he listened more as Alisha told him vampires are not better than humans, since they were once like them too. She told him that they had lost the true reason or living, that she was disgusted at herself for having been fascinated by stupid creatures.

Stupid? Vampires were never stupid, this he knew very well. His eyes followed her as she moved, walked over to the bed, eyes glowing with emotions. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes, trying to control his anger. “Don’t kill the girl yet,” he kept thinking inside his mind, “Not yet. Not now.” But it was hard. Since he started out as a vampire, violence was what they resorted to most of the time. With their strength and superior abilities, who could blame them if they settled things physically? But then again, some things they possessed when they were still humans stayed with them until this day. And some of these things are emotions. Love, amusement, hate, annoyance; but most of all, anger. And that was the very emotion that surged through his veins as he stood in the barely lit room.

The faint sound of steps were barely heard as he walked once more towards her, eyes filled with more bloodlust and exasperation than he had earlier. His hands grabbed her arm, making her face him, making her look deep into his eyes and see the fires that never ceased to burn. “How dare you,” he spoke, eyes looking at her like cold jewels, “You don’t know anything.” It was true, every vampire knew all the hardships they were going through; to linger around for as long as eternity, only to wish to have died instead of being immortal. This girl was clueless to all their hurts, all their sufferings. “There’s so much more that you can’t learn from history and books, Alisha. Watch your words. You don’t know what you’re saying, even though you act like you do.” A chuckle was released as he ended his statement, and he let go of her arm, taking a step back but eyes still locked on the figure of the frail human.

“We vampires might be no good. We’re killers, as you said,” he paused, lips pursing into a slight sinister smile, “But what makes you think you humans are better? You’re frail, small, powerless. If you were any better than me then I wouldn’t have planned to get you in the first place. You’re weak, Alisha, you’re very weak. If you call us vampires stupid, then what do call yourself? Stupider?” Addison laughed lowly, putting his hands inside his pockets. “And of course we’ve lost the reason the live. But we’re not living after all,” he said, turning his back on her, taking a step towards the door. He stopped, a smile forming in his lips as he spoke softly, “And before I forget, you shouldn’t be fascinated by us. You should be afraid. You should tremble in fear.” And with that, Addison swiftly moved to behind her in a split of a second and used his hands to grip her shoulder. He ran his nose down her neck, letting the tip of his nose touch her skin. Without hesitation he let his fangs sink into he neck, and tasted her blood. The warm elixir ran down his throat, and when he had had enough he let her go and threw her to the bed. Addison lifted his hands to his face, wiping the blood from his lips. Slowly he turned his back on her and walked away, leaving the door open. Even if it was open, he knew she could never escape from here. He smirked as he nearly stepped out of the room, “Are you having fun yet, Alisha?” Another chuckle escaped his lips as he continued walking, the pieces of the broken mirror making a cracking sound as he stepped on them.

[*alishariley]

He kept talking, making himself feel better. She just wanted to scream in his face make him shut up, because she had the lungs of a singer and she could scream high and loud as hell. That would give him a head ache for a week. She just glared at him as he started moving back away from her. He was no better than her, but she was no better than him.

She wanted to make a run for it, but it was pointless to try she knew that. What was she going to do with this monster holding her captive. Where was that other vampire that was there to save her in the first place.. where had he gone? She wouldn't let the tears fall as she just glared at Addison. But when she looked forward once again, he was gone. She gasped and felt his presence behind her. He held her tightly she felt his face near her neck and she started to squirm, trying to pull away from him, but like she knew it was futile he was too strong. A sharp pain ripped through her skin, her neck throbbing in pain. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out but a mumble.

She tried to move but her body felt like stone, unable to move around at all. She felt her feeble body thrown onto the bed, but she could barely move. She watched him, her body writhing in pain, she just wanted to scream her heart out. "Are you having fun yet, Alisha?" She felt the tears starting to break loose from her eye lids. She prayed that wouldn't fall before he left. He soon turned around and started walking off, she could hearing cracking glass beneath his feet as he went. " Humans are no better than vampires, just like v-vampires are no better than humans." She spoke her voice shakey, she moved her hand up to her neck feeling her blood trickle in between her fingers. "You're a murderer whether you ad-dmit to it or not. Y-you always feel guilt.. you.. will always feel that human part of you. You still walk among the humans, therefore you still LIVE among t-the humans." She heaved herself up to sit there on the bed, then coughed holding the wound tighter. "I do.. NOT fear you." She felt her world slowly falling into darkness, Addison's form fading from sight. Soon Alisha's body dropped back to lay her on the bed, passed out from blood lose.

[Addison Beckett *]

No matter how hard he tried to hide it, no matter how hard he tried to show he was strong, some parts of what little soul he had left were weak. He was still a little fragile after all. Though most of the time he was completely engulfed by the darkness, he knew that some part of him yearned for light. For things to get better, to go back to how they used to be. To go back to those times when he didn’t need to hunt, when he didn’t need to drain humans for their blood just to satisfy his hunger. It was a long time since he felt the sun’s rays kiss his skin, and each time his eyes caught the sight of the early morning light getting through his windows, he yearned to walk towards them and bathe himself in the light. It was a longing that had a price if he let himself have it. He’d die; he’d wither like a rose under the scorching sun.

He listened carefully at her words; hating her even more. The words she released were like bullets, piercing through him and letting him bleed. All she said was true, but most of the time he refused to admit that they were. He hated her; filthy, stupid human girl. He should’ve killed her along with her parents. But because of the strength she’s been showing, maybe what he should do is test her so-called “strength”. Addison wanted to push her to the limit. He’ll watch her fall, slowly show how weak she truly was, and perhaps when the time comes, she’ll give up. It might be hard, but he’ll do whatever it takes. It might be true what she said, that they were no better than each other. But he won’t let go of the chance to make her believe that she wasn’t as good as she had thought of herself.

Addison chuckled lowly as he saw her pass out because of the blood she lost. She was so weak. Now he can see why he’s glad to not have been a human anymore. Humans were so weak physically. He looked at her, the frail little thing. It was just one little bite. He could only imagine how she’d react when he unleashes more sinister things. The time will come for that, but for now, he’d have to move quickly while she fainted. He’ll have a surprise for her when she woke up.

He went to a nearby drawer and pulled the key from his pocket, opening it. He reached his hand inside, and his palm came in contact with a something cold; a smile flitted across his lips as he took it out. Slowly, he took steps towards the weak figure on the bed. He worked on chaining her ankle to one of the posts, his mind wondering what he should do next. Addison’s eyes then flicked to outside the room, to the sight of the broken glass. He smirked, walking towards them and picking them up. He had laid the pieces around Alisha, setting them up so they had the ability to wound her when she moved. Cold fingers ran through her hair, “Alisha, wake up. I have a surprise for you. Wake up sweetheart,” he laughed lowly at his words. He took steps towards on of the posts and leaned himself against it, waiting for her to regain her consciousness and see the little thing he prepared for her.

[*alishariley]

She felt her world consume in darkness, it sucked that she had Von Willebrand {a disease in which blood does not clot at a normal rate, but very very slow.} She in her mind floated in the darkness, hearing screams all around her, but she was drowning them out. She would be weak and feeble mentally she refused to do so. She was curled up in a ball as she floated through the dark space of emptiness.

But something saved her from being consumed in it, but she would not like the result. “Alisha, wake up. I have a surprise for you. Wake up sweetheart,” her body stirred only slightly, not enough to be cut by the unknown objects around her. She felt heavy as her eyes fluttered open, she only stared at the ceiling for a second, then she tried to sit up. That's when she felt the cold steel around her ankles, she gasped and struggled against the bonds that held her. She then cringed as she felt something slice up the side of her forearm, she looked down. ~W-what the hell?!~ She looked around quickly, to see broken mirror all facing up towards the ceiling, if she moved anymore, she would be severely cut every where.

She looked around laying back down the way she was and finally caught a glimpse of him, above her head. "You sick freak!" She glared, but stayed still her blood trickling down her arm, hopefully her blood would clot soon, she didn't want to pass out again. She grunted and pulled up on her legs, she felt the mirror cutting into her jeans, but not into her skin yet. Her ankles only ached a little, but she continued to pull on the restraints, rage building up in her form. This one vampire was ruining her fascination with his whole kind, she was furious. Spending so many of her years believing in them, only to be disappointed by this ONE stupid freakishly handsome one. She jerked feeling more of the mirror cutting up towards her hip, but the belt loop of her jeans protected her. " What the heck is this?!" She screamed at him, she was pissed off at the moment, who had the audacity to actually tie a person up.

[Addison Beckett *]

His eyes focused on her as her lids lifted, her consciousness coming back to her. She was in for a nasty surprise, and Addison laughed to himself as he watched the helpless being, not even aware that he was there. A smile made its way to his lips a he saw her struggle, realizing the situation she was in. The fun was always in the hunt, he had told himself. But the torture, not so much. This part always brought out the little human he had in him; he still had a heart after all. He listened to the words that she released in screams; she was angry. Who wouldn’t be? Sometimes he questioned his own thinking, why he found it amusing to impose pain on others. He knew it was wrong, but for so many times he kept forcing himself to feel as if it was the right thing to do. People who are bleeding inside, as they say, like to see other people hurt. And Addison, though how strong and unbroken he may always seem to be, was a weak little soul in the inside. That is, if he still had a soul.

The wind carried the sounds of her struggle to let herself loose; attempting to break free from the restraint but to no avail. She couldn’t escape from him, not now, not ever. True, the little heart he had left felt pity for her, guilty of what he has done. But he was sure of one thing: he wasn’t done with her yet. He had only begun. Addison lifted a hand to his face, stroking his chin slowly as if he was thinking. Playful eyes gazed upon the frail body on the bed, the pieces of the broken glass glimmering like silver in the moonlit room. Blood played upon her skin, the crimson hue glowing against her fair skin. His throat was dry; he was thirsty again. He couldn’t let his thirst get the best of him, not yet. He wouldn’t want her to pass out again. That would ruin everything.

Slowly he pushed himself up from the post, standing on the side of the bed closest to her. His lips pursed playfully, letting out a slight sigh and laughed lowly. “Is that your annoyed look? Or is that the I-Really-Hate-You-Sick-Vampire look? Well, either way,” he paused, taking a piece of glass up from the bed, “That can’t help you.” He threw the piece up into the air, catching it swiftly as if it were a ball. He smirked, making his way to the bed and on top of her, his face held close to hers. Gently he laced his cold fingers on her face, listening to her heart beating and pumping blood to all throughout her body. He was tempted to bite her, but he shook of his thoughts quickly. Slowly he lifted the glass he retrieved earlier and placed it near her neck. Addison pressed it against her skin, but did not press it hard enough to make her bleed. “You want to break free? Okay then,” he stood himself up, the glass making a cracking sound as he moved away from her and down the bed. His hands grabbed the chain, eyes flicking to her. With one hand on each side of the metal restraint, he broke it easily. “That could’ve been your bones, if I wanted to, Alisha,” his eyes gazed on her, feet taking steps towards her.

He pulled her up, making sure the pieces didn’t wound her much longer. It wasn’t too convenient to have a wounded captive. It only made things worse. “Come,” he said to her, dragging her across to outside the room, shutting the door behind him swiftly. They once more were there where he first put her, the glass still scattered across the floor. His eyes caught the sight of the dead body lying there, and a sinister grin flitted across his lips. He threw her onto the floor, just so she was beside the corpse. He leaned himself against a wall, crossing his arms. “You see that? That could be you in a few minutes if I wished it to happen. You be lifeless, just like this little…” he paused, searching for the right word to describe the dead girl. His eyes lightened up menacingly as he continued his statement, “Imbecile,” he laughed to himself, eyes focusing on her. “Now I want you to get rid of her. I don’t want dirty corpses lying in my living room.” Addison lifted his hand slightly up, moving it as if he was shooing her, “Drag it outside, put it in a closet, throw it out the window, I don’t care. Just do it.”

^{[[ I shall miss you Alisha darling. Muah Muah. ]]}

[*alishariley]

She gasped out as she felt him move over her, her body shook slightly. She wanted nothing to do with him at the moment she just wanted out. She felt his cold fingers brush over her face, her skin writhing with hate, but with something else too. She sneered at him as he slowly moved off her while he continued to talk.

She whimpered slightly as he moved down her body and then yanked the chains breaking them. Her mind raced as she watched him silently, just wanting out from this hell. Soon he pulled her up to sit at the end of the bed making sure she no longer got cut by the broken mirror. She groaned and shivered a little more as he pulled her into the other room.

She then felt him fling her down to the floor, as soon as she hit and opened her eyes, horror filled her. There not but inches away from her face, was the dead girls pale features, she screamed out and moved back from her, her eyes wide with rage and fear. She whimpered softly as she moved away from the dead girl more. Addison wanted her to get rid of the body? How was she to do that?

She cried softly and then just stared at the body, she could barely even look at it let alone touch the poor girls dead body. She wasn't sure what she was going to do.

[Addison Beckett *]

A devilish grin flitted across the vampire's lips, his hands fitted perfectly inside his pockets. Slowly he leaned his head down, a laugh escaping from him as he shook his head. He pushed himself to stand up, the sound as his feet moved from where he was to her position echoed softly. But it wasn’t the only sound that could be heard. All throughout the room, the human girl’s sobs and whimpers were also audible, the tears silently sliding down her cheeks. His dark eyes kept their focus on her frail figure as he moved, going down on one knee just beside her. He took in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cold air, before his eyes flicked to the dead body and lifted a finger, stroking its face gently.

“Too bad,” he said in almost a whisper, lifting himself up, moving to behind her. Gently he placed his hand on her shoulder, slowly moving it to the back of her neck. “Aww, Alisha,” he said, his hand stroking her dark hair. He fell on his knee once more, his soft touch changing all of a sudden, and his hands clutched, pulling her hair back with force. The tip of his nose touched the skin on her neck, the sweet smell of the blood tempting him to bite. His fangs grazed across her skin, trying hard to hold himself back, to not bite her again. Not now. His lips gently pressed near her ear, “And I thought you said were strong. I thought you said you were better than me. But you’re not.”

He let her go, his hand gripping her arm, dragging her to the body. He swiftly moved to in front of her and the dead body, lips still curved into a smile. “Come on, Alisha, you can do it,” he said, chuckling lowly, “You are better than me, aren’t you?” He stood up, kicking slowly the sides of the body, “Come on, she’s dead. What are you afraid of? You wouldn’t want to be like her, would you?” Addison pouted playfully, and gave himself in low laughter. He smiled sinisterly, quickly pulling her hand, placing it on the dead girl’s stomach, “Go on.” He didn't know if she would, but he knew he was having fun.

[*alishariley]

Her hand pressed against the dead girl's stomach and her body jerked away. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes trying to pull away from it. She sighed and slowly opened her eyes, " To be better than you is to do the right thing." She jerked back trying to pull away from Addison and the dead girl.

She groaned and tried to pull away and finally did. She crawled quickly over towards the opposite wall and pressed her back into the corner. She covered her face with her free hand, while the one that had touched the dead body just lay limp at her side. She wanted to wash her hand so badly, but she didn't know where any of the bathrooms were, and she was still slightly bleeding from the cuts on her body.

She didn't know what to do, she needed a shower she needed something where he couldn't disturb her. She guessed he would have at least some decency to leave her alone and during a bathing time, if he would even let her bathe. She guessed he would let her bathe considering he would want his "toy" nice and clean and not dirty all the time, but that is only what she thought. She weeped slightly and hoped he would just get rid of the body and then do what ever he wanted and then leave. She didn't know what to do or say it was so confusing just sitting there doing nothing in a place she knew nothing about.

[Addison Beckett *]

His eyes watched her closely, his ears listening intently to her words. His focus followed her as she jerked back, pulling away from him, moving towards a corner. What's going on in her mind? Addison thought to himself, endlessly wondering about this human. She seemed different from the others. Most would resist his orders, but would eventually give in because of fear. Who wouldn't fear them? They vampires were stronger, faster, more vicious and cruel than anyone could ever imagine. But not all of them were like that. There were some who chose not to kill, who chose not to enslave humans. There were those that survived in little ways, just as long as they don't hurt another. Which side does Addison belong? He knew all too well.

As time passed by he became bitter, blinded by his own anger and misery. He never wanted to become like this. And now the only way he felt better was seeing others in pain; that way he will forget about his. He pondered on the words she released, that to be better than him, she would have to do the right thing. Addison stood up, slowly walking towards her, his mind thinking infinitely about this. His eyes weren't focused on her, instead they seemed to have been somewhere else, as if there was nothing around him but blackness. His cold lips parted, allowing him to speak in almost a whisper, "Doing what's right," he said, confused if he was talking to himself or to Alisha. But he continued speaking anyway, "How do you know what's right? Do you...do you follow what's good for you, or what's good for others? I'm...I'm confused," he said in a low voice.

For once the fierce look in his eyes disappeared, and in its place was a soft, confused look; like he was a toddler asking a question he's been dying to know the answer to. He gave out a big sigh, and ran his fingers through his hair slowly. He then looked to Alisha, holding her face gently, lifting it up so she can see him clearly. "You don't look good, go clean yourself up. You can find your way," he slowly turned around, and walked towards his bedroom. He glanced at her for a moment, not knowing what else to say.

[*alishariley]

He seemed confused by her words, he seemed trapped by her words and for the first time he didn't look deadly. He was walking towards her, but his eyes were glassed over in though, she knew she looked like that at some points. "Doing what's right," he had spoken out barely above a whisper, but she could still hear him. He was pondering on her words, like it had hit him in some way. "How do you know what's right? Do you...do you follow what's good for you, or what's good for others? I'm...I'm confused," she smiled inwardly to herself, she couldn't believe he was actually thinking about a 'human's words' after he thought humans to be pathetic and practically worthless.

In his eyes, the confusion, the emptiness, the longing to find the answer to the question. She wanted to talk to him, try to get him to understand. Maybe she could help him, bring his morals back, but she wouldn't force it on him. She didn't want him to get aggravated. Soon she felt his cold hands hold and caress her cheek. "You don't look good, go clean yourself up. You can find your way," he then stood up and moved away from her. Alisha slowly stood up and just as she looked up she saw Addison looking at her. She smiled gently as she started to move back towards her room seeing if there was a bathroom in her room. "Thank you.. for being more kind towards me. Addison I c-can barely move my arms though. I can't reach the cuts on my back." She would need help, no matter if she wanted it or not. Her back would need washing and with all the cuts on her arms if she tried to reach back, they would split open more.

She looked in her door and didn't see a bathroom at first, because it was so dark. "Addison, where is the restroom?" She continued to look into the room but then she finally looked back at him in wonder.

[Addison Beckett *]

His eyes dance over her frail figure, his face trying to be emotionless and blank, though inside of him a thousand thoughts are swirling, bugging him like little children tugging their parents’ shirts for candy. This can’t be right. This didn’t seem right. But what, he thought to himself, does he know about wrong and right? For numerous decades he has prowled in the dark, seeking the ruin of humans and their “innocent” ways. Pathetic. Now he thinks he knows why. Though his mind tries to deny it, he knows that he despises humans because he, a vampire, an immortal, a creature of the night, cannot be what they are. He cannot wake up to the light of the day that creeps through his window; he cannot eat at an Italian restaurant and be satisfied. He cannot step out of his house at the middle of the day to take a walk, because the sunlight will burn, pierce through his skin. He cannot have children, nor watch them play and grow; he cannot have the children who, in their later years, will look up to him not only as their father, but rather, the greatest father on earth. He cannot. Because he is dead. Because he is a vampire.

A low sigh escaped his cold lips as he took one step towards her, this little human who has managed to break through his tough façade. He cannot let this happen, and Addison wishes Nimue was here. Her mere presence would make him feel that everything is alright even when in reality they are messed up; her touch and kiss would send him back to who he was before this girl, this human girl, arrived and subtly changed it all. But Nimue is not here, and he is battling against himself, feeling lost and confused. The strong and seemingly fearless vampire who once felt like an unstoppable dragon on a bloodthirsty hunt now feels as though he is a little mouse, trapped inside a complicated labyrinth which he cannot seem to get out of. Slowly he walked, one foot in front of the other, until he reached where she was. His eyes looked at her with a handful of emotions, most of them he can’t even explain.

Alisha’s words seemed to just pass by him, Addison not really minding what she was saying. His mind was full of wonder, confusion, and for a moment it was as if everything faded away, and there was no one there except him and his infinite thoughts. What’s wrong with him? He snapped back into the here and now when he heard her ask where the restroom was, and his eyes looked deeply into hers. He knew what she might be thinking of him: stupid vampire. Addison sighed, a slight smile falling upon his lips. “Come,” he spoke in an almost soft voice, and he felt her warm skin as he grasped her wrist, moving slowly into the room he put Alisha in.

The room was dim, and so he turned his head, his eyes adjusting to the dark. His hands moved swiftly, turning on the switch. And in an instant, the entire room was engulfed in light. He scanned everything carefully; the glass, the metal restraint, the faint light coming from a small window. Addison sighed again. Dark eyes flicked to the door leading to the restroom, and he continued moving, with Alisha’s wrist still in his grip. He turned the knob and opened it, letting himself and Alisha inside, shutting the door behind them. Addison turned to her, a half-smile in his lips, and his hand gestured toward the shower.