Vendetta eyed the Shade as he passed and she half laughed at his words, "From what precisely?"She questioned, provoking her horse into following the other, a set pace one in which it easily kept up with Charon and his steed. She sighed, wondering if she should apologise for her actions earlier. She actually realised how far gone she must have seemed and in the oddest way, she did trust the Shade, this thought unsettled her. She kept her eyes on the road ahead, despite now probably riding to the left of the Shade, eyes alert and yet they masked exhaustion. However, falling asleep on the back of an animal was probably not the wisest of ideas; she concluded. She sighed and flicked her gaze to Charon, looking him over slightly. What a wonderful little mask he wore himself, there was something underlying. Something else to him.
Vendetta smirked slightly as she thought, she did owe an apology for earlier but that could wait and she lifted her head to look up the mountain side, "We should be there by dawn. Unless that is, you're a slow rider?"She was half teasing, an apologetic gesture perhaps to patch up the wound she had caused between them both and she looked at the mountain thoughtfully. It had seemed much taller when she was younger. Then again, so much seemed bigger and more majestic when she was little, she supposed the harsh reality had scraped off any form of magic and child like wonder to the worlds great structures. Even fairytale's seemed sinister to her ears now and yet so many children listened with immense curiosity and bright hearted hope. With a shake of her head, she roused herself to the reality once more and gazed towards Charon, "I am sorry."She said quietly and dipped her head, with...What seemed to be respect!
She didn't know what else to say, what would remedy. She had smashed the bond (or so she thought) they had managed to forge from nothing, from simply hatred and she blamed herself entirely, rightly so as well. She nudged her horse slightly and eyed the creature. "I haven't been thinking straight." She murmured and glanced at him, nodding her head slightly and tightening the bag strap to the horses girth, securing it. Lost for words, she fell silent, not minding if it stretched out but in a way, she hoped the Shade, Charon, would accept her token of apology even if it was mere words.
What did words mean these days? Nothing.
It wasn’t like Charon to contemplate guilt, but Vendetta was clearly running away from him –her disgust for his nature renewed after all the work he had spent on breaking down her walls to have her accept him. What more could he have expected? Sullen, the Shade clacked his tongue slowly, using his knees to guide the animal he sat on in pursuit of the Rose. Her warmth was still threading through his body, the white clothes given to him by her were still hanging from his shoulders, and the wisp of Arine’s touch still lingered on his soul even though she had died. Last night had seemed but a dream in the blemished memories of the Shade, feeling as if the darkness had raped his perception and thus his ability to commit the events to mind. Again the void of light which was the night caused his emotions to be skewered and bent, beyond what he recognized to be himself, though the light given to him by Vendetta kept him sane this time, aware of the difference. More and more he started to realize his true dependency, and impact of his promise to her as per the pact.
Charon however chastised himself –since when did he care about a lowly Rose? Since when did he fear the emotions towards him were negative; for they hadn’t ever been different, now had they? A murderer, a thief of life, a crawler of the night –such was he, and no different; that much had been made clear at their first fateful encounter very clearly. The Shade was merely using her, a puppet, a tool, a container holding a rejuvenating precious liquid. The thoughts however weren’t allowed to take root in Charon’s mind –there was no denying the jealousy he had felt at Daika’s attention towards Vendetta; or the following torture of watching her smile and be familiar around those she appreciated as family.
“Useless whimsical emotions,” the Shade ground out through clenched teeth, and then dug his spores deep into the flank of his horse, forcing the animal into a gallop, allowing for the flow of currents created by the fall of hooves cleaving the air to clear his muddled mind. For all onlookers, he might as well have been a ghost, or a demon rider from hell, a pale death on a dark horse –apocalypse beware. A shroud of darkness followed in his wake, hounds of the depths rising to snap at the horse’s ankles, forcing the animal to run faster using fear as instigator; Charon himself however was hardly aware his surroundings were reflecting his foul mood, or his careless desires, and so he hardly controlled the rampant emotions. As the horse, he allowed them free reign.
By the time his emotionless grey eyes found Vendetta along the road, his feelings were carefully tucked away, buried with the darkness that was pursuing him still. Faster and faster Charon pushed the horse, not once faltering his role within the complete symbiosis of rhythm controlling the horse’s steps, like the beat of a drum while dancing.
A cocky grin was in place as he pulled the reigns taut and forced the horse to stop, and it bristled against his ministrations, trying to fight the temptation of fear. With but a wish of a thought however the darkness dissolved whence it came, and all but evaporated, leaving the animal confused and nervous.
“Running?” Charon teased Vendetta, but pressed the matter no further and instead steered around, and followed the road ahead of the Rose without sharing as little as a glance with Vendetta. He already knew what he would find behind those swirling green eyes without trying –sadness, regret, fear, loathing, and lastly, the fiery passion of revenge, the instigator to this mess. Still, Imaroch wouldn’t die without her help, and thus, tactically, creating a pact with a Rose had still been the best tactical choice the Shade could’ve made.
Besides, Elii had been up to something –he didn’t struck Charon as a man who would simply await his death after celebrating life so greedily. No, the two would do something; if anything, they’d flee and find themselves lost from Titov’s radar. But Vendetta was under Titov’s magnifying glass, catching the scorching rays of his spying –allowing her to think they were dead was a strategy, all that was left was for them to kill Titov before he could lay his spiny little hands on Vendetta’s family. Charon didn’t matter; all of that was merely an appurtenance.
Vendetta stared at him, wondering why he was waiting for her to get up onto her horse. Did he honestly believe she needed his aid? She shook her head at him, a silent rejection towards him yet again as she hauled herself onto her horse, tying the small bag to the horses girth, it would do fine there and she looked to Charon, then his horse. She sighed and ran her hand through her hair. The kiss troubled her, deeply so and she didn't know why. She did not love Daika, at least not romantically. She had grown up with him, he was her brother no matter was dastardly deeds he had thrown towards her.
She drew herself up and adjusted the hem of her dress before sitting upright and eyeing the animal beneath her, such majesty and pride it held and yet it was often seen as such a lowly being. She shook her head once more before gripping the reigns as if they were her life patched in leather and eyes Charon, not bothering to wait. He had a quick looking horse, he would catch up. She kicked her horse into action and the animal responded with a shake of its mane and spurred into action. A canter turned to a slow gallop, a steady pace in which the hooves drumming matched the Rose's steady thumping of her heart beat.
Drawing to a halt to await Charon, dust billowing up around her and her horse, Vendetta was left, enjoying the silence as night drew in, encircling her hungrily and she kept alert, horse stamping it's front hooves impatiently, not trusting the evening's dimming light. She seemed totally at ease however and eyed the path behind her. The path behind her, funny really. She was leaving so much behind without even a drop of guilt. That wasn't normal. Then again, Vendetta had lost track of normality for a while now, it was a bitter sting from the past really. it slowly dawned on her how unapproachable she must seem to those who had once known her. She growled slightly and tugged the reigns, turning the horses head and setting off at a slow walk towards the mountain area, eyeing the landscape feature and sighed. She didn't exactly know where Marius' cave thing was, but she was sure she would know when she was close by. She'd only been a small girl when she had travelled with her older brother, Setheus and she hoped the vague, slowly dying memory would light her path towards it.
Marius was a good man, despite the power he held. The origins of such a thing but he used them wisely. He would offer them a welcome, perhaps. She was sure he would accept Charon so long as she stated that he was in her charge and he was not to be harmed. Marius couldn't have any type of bond with Titov or Immaroch, he was neither Shade nor Rose. No one knew what he was exactly. Plucked from fairytale's he seemed to be. She looked out towards some fields and laughed coldly, a small building in the distance picking up in her line of vision. Her old home.
She grimaced and turned her head away from the ruins, waiting for Charon, deciding she had gone far enough with out him and she kept her eyes firmly downwards, away from the old memory horde. She hadn't spoken to anyone, not even Charon. She wiped her mouth, self conscious that Daika's saliva still lingered there and it made her want to be ill with the mere thought of it. Some hair fell into her gaze but it didn't matter. She wasn't watching anything in particular, just her lap and the saddle and anything else that flitted into her vision. Everything seemed to be all right, at least for now. The Earth was still.
Her rejection was no surprise, but Charon himself was too lost within himself to care for it, or to heed the emotions which clenched his heart painfully underneath the confident bravado. The questions which rose were thrown carelessly away the moment they arose from the depths of his mind –nothing mattered, no degrading actions, condescending words, torment, nothing, as long as he got what was his. There was truly no telling how far Charon would go to have her energy and his grin grew along with her fear. Vendetta was hiding, closing herself off, the arms enveloping her trying to obscure her defencelessness. How often had Charon not seen this response in the weak humans he was about to rob of their life? And how often had he slaughtered them despite their apparent aversion, whispered sweet soft words which drew their feeble minds into the shadows, where they willingly bared their soul to his whims?
“You’ll get your rest, I’ll take care of you,” the dark man spoke gently, grey eyes softening with his desire –not only for her energy- but also to protect her, guard her. His promise was true.
So when her hand was finally brought back to him willingly, returning from her harsh departure –for, if anything, the darkness was patient, and forcing the Rose would only work against his desires- the Shade closed his eyes, mentally preparing to savour every last tremor of energy coursing through his bones. Like waves the bright golden force rippled through his being, like a flickering flame to a freezing man, or water to the desert –useless but ever so gratifying, and never enough. Before he was brought good and well back down to earth all he was left with was the flutter of her white dress and the fading warmth of her fingers against his chest.
“Horses, right,” Charon repeated in the silence of her departure, his hand touching the burn of where her fingers had rested. Everything seemed so unfamiliar, and it was like Vendetta’s energy had grounded him. Like a slap to the face that brought him back from the perpetual haze the darkness guided him towards, to live the days in a daze, or sleep, and the nights in drugged highs. The impressions were too much on either side, but it was something he would need to get used to –Vendetta’s energy would never suffice to heal his tainted heart. No light could banish the darkness entwined with his soul and it was folly to wish for it, to crave her absolution; the Rose was certainly no God. He was asking too much of her.
“I’m sorry,” the Shade muttered to no one in particular, feeling very much alone right then and there, but he could hardly apologize for what he was, now could he? Even if the words suggested that much. And knowing they would fall to deaf ears when ushered to Vendetta, they would still be forced by him to escape into reality, voiced –if anything, it was a lingering promise to improve himself, to gain the strength to resist these temptations without her. Guilt was a beautiful motivator.
Finding the horses wasn’t difficult, the animals grew nervous as he approached and were creating a lot of racket until he physically entered the stables –then everything got dangerously quiet. The animals appeared to be awaiting their deaths with bated breath, occasionally shivering their manes, or breathing in nervously and only as a last resort to needing the precious oxygen. Perhaps, they sensed something, smelled something, so foul, so tainted, being in its presence alone caused them grief. Something so obvious to animals, Charon surmised, only made it clear what kind of fools the humans, Shades and Roses were.
Complacent, Charon found the saddles and started working on preparing the two frightened horses they needed for the journey up ahead, blatantly ignoring the quivering fear which hung heavy in the air. By the time he was done, Vendetta was already out the door –hopefully not angry, but determined, and with peace in her heart that this was the path she was meant to walk; after all, hadn’t she chosen this? Wasn’t her name called with that purpose in mind?
“Are you ready?” Charon asked, noticing her emotional shield was in place, covering up that which she failed to control but shallowly. Surely, this would work on any onlooker, but Charon dared say he knew her better than that now.
Without another word, the Shade silently handed her the reigns to the less enfeebled horse. “We must go,” he whispered gently, waiting to see whether Vendetta was capable of getting on her horse without aid.
A brisk slap of his hand away from her flesh would hopefully send the Shade's arm away. She would never admit it, but she was frightened. Frightened of losing yet more 'family' and no matter what the Shade said or did, she would always find it her doing and she frowned a little, wrapping her arms around herself as she desperately sought comfort. With a drawn out, almost desperate sigh, she allowed him to guide her hand to his chest, feeling the symbol beneath her pale, thin fingers.
What could she say to his words. Now she was given the choice. Let him lust for her (or at least what she could give him) or let him be at peace. Decisions, sweet decisions. She eyed him over and muttered, taking her hand away, with force so hopefully he wouldn't be able to stop her should he choose to and she clasped her hands to her thighs, "I cannot just give it to you. At least not without the option of rest."She stated, as if truly going to reject his request. Was her power so much like a drug?!
She thought of Marius, his wisdom and everything he could offer her, and how the Shade was blackmailing her in a way. trying to buy her acceptance and she shook her head. Marius could offer them so much more than she would alone and her eyes flitted to the mountains, searchingly. His coven, of sorts, a cave like Tavern would offer shelter and protection and a safe place. She sighed and looked to Charon, feebly. "I've no energy to fight you."She uttered calmly and touched her hand to just below his neckline, closing her eyes and feeling her energy leak out and dose him up, exhaustion licking at her slightly and then a small, very quick and dim flash of white light and she pulled back, having done what was requested.
She looked at him, retracting her hand and balling her fingers in slightly. She murmured quietly, avoiding his eyes, "I'll get some supplies. There should be spare horses in the stables around the back, next to the forest line."She said, nodding in the direction, "You ready a horse or two, I don't care how many."She mumbled and brandished her hand lazily, "I'll deal with everything else." She promised before turning and heading back towards the farmhouse, barely speaking. She driven by thoughts and musings but she focused for now.
Daik and Elii simply stared at her in disbelief as she got a small bag, a plain thing which hung off her right shoulder as she stuffed it with various things they might need. Bread, cheese and she then went up the stairs, rummaging through Elii's things plucking out a shirt and trousers for the awaiting Shade before placing them, folded up, into the bag and then ditching the bag outside her old rooms door and changing into a more suitable dress for travelling in. A maroon thing with a cream under dress. She eyed the old music box with her mothers necklace in it and she sighed slightly, she would not leave it here to burn commonly with everything else.
With everything successfully rammed into the bag, Vendetta made her way downstairs and halted, watching Daika and Elii. She felt guilt and horror filling her. She was going to lose the men she had grown up with as she shuffled a little and looked to Elii as he spoke, "You'll always be just as important to me as Arine was. Now go."He said and he smiled. Such a warm smile to his killer and Vendetta swallowed slightly, "Elii..."She was cut off as Daika hauled himself to his feet, "Mercy, he said go and I'm telling you."He murmured, "And I want to do this...before the sun rises."He whispered and leant in, kissing her gently, lips meeting lips and Vendetta blinked, perplexed. A dead man's kiss and she owed it to Daika to not reject him this time and she smiled slightly when he drew back and bowed to them, "I owe you both so much."She whispered and turned, exiting the building.
She was trembling and shaking violently but she forced her emotion back. it was what she was good at.
Almost disappointed akin a child losing his or her favourite toy, Charon cocked his head and watched the rejected Rose walk away, disappearing into the dark depths of the house silently. Somehow, there was now a shimmer of sympathy for the two, since they were hardly any more deserving of death than Vendetta’s parents had been, or his own but to say the blame was entirely resting upon their shoulders would be a lie. Had the Shade not warned them both to the predicament they would soon found themselves in? What more could be expected of one such as he –who favoured the darkness above all else and was nearing the perfect embodiment of death itself? Watching Daika’s retreating form, Charon stared, lost in the tresses of his mauling thoughts, grinding their suggestive nature to a halt and then turned to feel the prickling sensation of Vendetta’s electrifying stare, her emerald eyes drilling holes in his being, as if pilfering his soul apart layer by layer like an onion. Already could he imagine her thin fingers digging deeper and deeper to find within a void she would hate, and the cold numbness of his heart would amaze her, then reject her light –or would she instead accept him for the despicable thing he truly was?
However the future would turn out, Charon grinned at the many enticing possibilities –for someone like him, who had never really had anything going in life, it could only improve from here on out. Count your blessings and things like that.
“It would have made a difference,” Charon mused quietly, and with a content smile, sated, or so it seemed with the dramatic change of events. “Would it have been your hands to drain your kin from blood, the nightmares would have been incentive for the darkness to haunt you. But now, if the fingers are the bones of Titov resting on kin’s neck, skin, organs, plucking at hearts, your hatred will be the thing to grow, and the darkness will help you.”
The final words were spoken with mere whispers as Charon stepped closer with each word released from his tainted lips. Finally, at the last words, Charon was close enough to smell her scent catching on the wind, and hear the gentle rustling of her dress as it was played with by motions invisible to their spectrum –but not his. In the Shade’s eyes everything was bright and alive, breathing and pulsating al the while celebrating this thing called life. It was a dazzling display in the depths of the night, but for his eyes only. More should join the darkness, his heart called out –though to wish as such was to promise death to befall on scores of those that dared trust his words.
“We shall leave this night,” Charon promised smoothly, his claw running across Vendetta’s immaculately pale skin daringly, his darkness infected fingers running up her arm. “They have been warned, they made their choices.” The darkness receded slowly, and the Shade’s dark grey eyes sought for something more than just a shallow touch –he craved her energy as his, the gentle glow of healing and the feeling of ‘her’ through his veins. The hunger would never stop though, no matter how much Vendetta would sacrifice to the darkness, nor would the inky depth know of its own limits, and when given the chance, would gorge until every little tiny remains would be consumed and abused.
Boldly, Charon took the Rose’s hand and placed it above the symbol on his chest; his body instantly reminding him of the memory her touches induced during those dazed moments. “Your energy is intoxicating, its light will keep the darkness at bay eternally, don’t hesitate, do not doubt, do not waver in your resolve, Vendetta, you are strong.” Charon’s heart was pounding underneath her cold fingers, his hot skin leaching her cold. Imploringly, the grey eyes sought her soul within to match the intensity of her gaze, failing, though not entirely without strength, “Please, I long to taste it once more,” he whispered needy. “Please? I’ll agree to visit Marius –I saw the look on your face; you want to go there, don’t you?”
Vendetta held the quivering Daika's gaze, not bothering to speak again until she eventually heard her name. A small siren rousing her from the depth of her fury as she sighed and rubbed her head. She grabbed Daika's shirt, tugged him aside and hissed at him, eyes blazing once more, "Go back to your father, wait for death when the sun rises tomorrow morning. Tell Arine I said hello."She shoved him towards the farm house and narrowed her eyes in a warning.
Daika looked bewildered, "S-So that's it?"He gasped, catching his breath in short panicky rasps, only just stopping himself from falling, "You're going to let..M-Me and my father die?"he asked, voice strangled and choked as he flickered his gaze to the Shade and Rose, "You bastards!"He fumed and Vendetta glared, "I said GO!" She ordered and balled her fists, not wanting to have to tell him again. Almost like a mother demanding her child behave. She shook her head and watched Daika just stand there, "Go before I let Charon have you, Daika!"She warned and she spoke the truth, at that moment in time, she didn't care. She had one primary care and it was not Daika, but the other being that stood by her.
Daika gaped for a few seconds before closing his mouth and hissing, "You will regret this!"He declared, emptily before stumbling back towards the farmhouse, a little blot of ink on a canvas getting further away and Vendetta caught herself, controlling whatever writhed around her and within her during her furious rampage at the earwigging Daika as she rested her back against the trunk of a tree and studied Charon. She frowned, his voice had broke her angry trance at Daika once more and she sighed, "What is it, Charon?" She uttered quietly, eyes closed against the light for a moment as she regained herself.
She had no idea where to turn to right there. The one thing she wished to do was just to fall into Charon's arms and ask him for advice but she had her self control back. She opened her eyes hesitantly and they landed on the Shade, "You should have let me kill him there and then. It makes no difference."She mumbled, "He and Elii will be dead by sunrise, odd. That because of their part in Titov's game, they are killed. Huh." She half laughed, half choked and rubbed her head once more, confused at to what to do or where to turn. She wanted to look a little bolder and in control in front of Charon and she was only just managing to, not letting herself fall apart as she raised her head and stood straight, tying her ebony hair back in her usual, thoughtful way, eyes not leaving the Shade.
She was still wearing the tranquil white dress she had worn to the Ceremony and she grimaced. She would need to get something else on, but that could be easily do. Before Titov claimed the farmhouse, she would take what she needed for herself and Charon. Elii and Daika wouldn't dare challenge her.
Everything seemed to collide together, mesh perfectly to shape perfection –complete and utter darkness. Vendetta’s hand on his cheek was the only thing keeping Charon from surrendering completely, and his desire was replaced by a longing for her energy, her hand was warm, moist, so tentatively close, intoxicating him with her presence. Closing his eyes with a flutter Charon breathed in deeply to inhale her fine scent, waiting with bating breath the energy she would offer alongside her gentle words. Nothing of this imagination however occurred as once more the grating voice of Daika disturbed the darkness’ slumber into complacency lured by Vendetta’s presence and touch.
Growling under his breath lowly, the Shade took in the man, consumed his words and allowed for the darkness the crawl close –to his heart, to the Rose, “I will protect her from anyone and anything, that is not just a promise, such is my life now,” the Shade ground out, the symbol on his chest flaring brightly in contrast with the darkness encroaching on the three out on the field. The blades of grass were the first things to notice the increasingly dark tendrils shift as if falling from the sky with weeping torrents, a storm of unmoving darkness which caused even the wind to stop and lay down –creating the stifling atmosphere of broody heat even in the depth of night.
“I am close to no one,” Charon said calmly, grinning madly as he stepped closer to Daika, invading the man’s personal space to discover he stood taller by only a few centimetres. Unfortunately –or fortunately for Daika, Vendetta distracted the man, both men, in fact, with her words. He turned, his back now leaning towards the Shade as he blanched at the sheer revelation of Vendetta’s words. Off course, Daika had never really done anything wrong, but the darkness within Charon warped everything beyond recognition, a jealousy of an entirely different order than that of Daika towards the dark man. The darkness only emphasized Charon’s own emotions, and he was highly protective of the Rose which he had bonded with. Claws of dark fury stretched leisurely across his fingers, dripping upwards –defying gravity- with the slimy texture of something rotting gone to liquid, though there was nothing, it was as if the sky itself had descended to accommodate Charon’s anger.
“Titov will die at Vendetta’s hands, as your life rests in mine,” the Shade cooed amused as Daika’s step back brought him within Charon’s reach. So tempting, go, lift that hand and kill, draw his blood; the darkness spoke to him, enticing him, caressing his conscience into believing this was the right –if not bold- move. At least now he would have the pleasure of devouring the man before him instead of leaving the filthy job of bringing the jealous man back to his source to Titov. Charon’s claw snuck up from behind Daika to reach across his chest, planting the darkness there firmly on his beating chest –death, murder, could be ever so intimidating. “At least I don’t lie about what I am,” he whispered in the man’s ear, his breath making the other’s hair flutter seductively, and Daika’s heart trembled underneath his claw.
Watching the throbbing vein in Daika’s neck for a moment Charon calmed down, completely peaceful inside, feeling and realizing both their mortality in that instant, the emptiness of their hearts as it tried ever to stop itself from drowning in blood by pushing it away. Such a revelation, Charon mused with a grin, though his claw hesitated, and his darkened grey eyes sought approval with Vendetta, unable to trust his own judgement. It would be so easy to just kill Daika right there where he stood, but something stopped him –a sliver of light penetrating the darkness, he supposed.
And then there was Marius, the Immortal –he had rejected the notion before even realizing what it meant. Stupid, the Shade decided, but then again, following another’s plan blindly was just as dumb. It would be so easy to just lay down and allow other’s to guide you –but now; they would be the guiding force for all Shades and Roses alike; Vendetta and he couldn’t allow themselves to ever follow the path made by another.
“Vendetta?” Charon asked, almost childlike –like a kid asking his mother’s permission- and he swallowed thickly to suppress the desires.
As much as his words reassured and attempted to comfort the younger female she found herself questioning everything but perhaps that was another stage of her grief or maybe she was just confused at that moment in time. It took her time to mull over what the Shade said to her, what he meant and how he was conveying his thoughts. His words made sense, they always had in some way or another and she frowned ever so slightly as she looked up at him, that moment in time simply wanting to be a child again, singing in her front room and then happily going off with her brother to do something but alas, those times were dead and so was Mercy. How odd it was that she could find a certain type of home when she met his gaze, even the welcoming nature that Elii and Daika had given her had not arisen to such a thing. She smiled, a ghost of a thing, and it quickly vanished as he tucked some hair behind her ear.
"Charon."She mumbled his name quietly and then lifted her gaze once more, flashing emerald meeting fiery grey and she held the eye contact, "I know we do not need anyone else, but surely does it not help?"She asked calmly, thoughts still whirring in motion. She guessed that the only reason Daika and Elii treated her as they did this time was that they were unnerved by the journey she and Charon had set out for and the bond they shared, Daika was completely understandable. He was a green eyed child when it came to women and Vendetta refused to be some sort of trophy love to him.
She reached up her hand and rested her palm on the left side of his face upon his cheek and smiled a bit, "I hope you're right, Charon."She nodded, more for his sakes did she think he was right. She did not fear death, she only had one fear but that was better left for another time. She'd lost her family and betrayed her kind, well to other outsiders eyes she had, and she was left very little reason to keep on at life so, she went around harbouring malice and simply goading for fights and she wanted Titov dead. In Charon she found almost the same sort of turmoil. She could well have it wrong, but she did feel for him slightly and although she would never really admit it to him, after seeing the memory he had shared, she pitied him.
"So you think you can really do this?"They were not Vendetta's words and she withdrew her hand from Charon's face gently and looked to the speaker, half glaring at him as he leant on a tree lazily, "A suicide mission, no?"He laughed and Vendetta kept wary of the insanity birthing in his gaze, insanity caused by jealousy no doubt. "Daika move off." She warned, voice low and shivering with a small threat as she looked him over. Daika's were set up on Charon and he unwisely shoved Vendetta to the side, Vendetta half staggering and she frowned at him, eyes flashing with rage. "You cannot protect her. You honestly think Titov doesn't know of you both? He'll kill whoever you're close to and make you watch as he kills Mercy."He snarled.
Vendetta's cold laugh broke Daika's glare at Charon as he turned and looked at her questioningly, head tilted a little to the right in perplexed curiosity. He dare not take a step towards her, hovering between the Shade and infuriated Rose. Vendetta grinned and stepped right up to him, unafraid of the man's height or well built frame as she cooed bluntly, "Mercy is already dead, Daika."She snapped and took a step forwards, forcing the shocked man to take a step back, "I suggest you leave well enough alone. I have every reason to kill you here and now, in the name of Rose of course but also in the name of everything else you hold dear. Womaniser, cheat, thief and molester. Ring a few bells, yes?"She remarked and Daika blinked, opening his mouth as he objected, "You would never kills Arine's brother." His words struck Vendetta slightly and she smirked, "Ah but, Arine never bonded with you, my dear. Not since your little escapade in cutting my hair off and acting like you were the Master of the house, hmm?" She laughed a little and Daika glared.
"You wouldn't." He snarled.
"I would."Vendetta nodded.
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