[ There's a dissatisfied noise, not of disgusted, rather just an irritated grunt - she doesn't want to talk about it, but then when does she? ]
(My broodmate - Elena. She is a monster, the same kind that destroyed my home. A vampire. Her beloved is the other one - Damon.
When I arrived, I tried to kill Elena. Damon, in turn, sought retribution upon me. We fought. He bit me, drank my blood, I stabbed him.
Sam tied me up. We made our peace, I gave my word not to lift a hand to either of them if he promised to do what was necessary when their true nature showed itself. He let me go. When we spoke recently, he sought to comfort me for the suffering of my home. I informed him I had no interest in pitying words for those who side with those that cause such suffering. He insisted that I was prejudging them and they did not deserve it. I told him I had given my word and he could ask no more lest I dishonour the memory of my people. He asked me how many more I was going to turn on.
That was when I sort him out and told him if he found what I am to be so dangerous - he ought to kill me. )
[ And there: a direct summary told like it all happened to someone else and if not for the palatable after taste of her rage, her indignation. But like a line cut through her, she removes it from herself. Her death, after all, is nothing she ever bothered to note. ]
no subject
( My broodmate - Elena. She is a monster, the same kind that destroyed my home. A vampire. Her beloved is the other one - Damon.
When I arrived, I tried to kill Elena. Damon, in turn, sought retribution upon me. We fought. He bit me, drank my blood, I stabbed him.
Sam tied me up. We made our peace, I gave my word not to lift a hand to either of them if he promised to do what was necessary when their true nature showed itself. He let me go. When we spoke recently, he sought to comfort me for the suffering of my home. I informed him I had no interest in pitying words for those who side with those that cause such suffering. He insisted that I was prejudging them and they did not deserve it. I told him I had given my word and he could ask no more lest I dishonour the memory of my people. He asked me how many more I was going to turn on.
That was when I sort him out and told him if he found what I am to be so dangerous - he ought to kill me. )
[ And there: a direct summary told like it all happened to someone else and if not for the palatable after taste of her rage, her indignation. But like a line cut through her, she removes it from herself. Her death, after all, is nothing she ever bothered to note. ]