Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.

It had been a long time since he had lost control, Malek not particularly fond of dwelling on such memories and yet, every time he lost control, he couldn't help but to be plunged back into those dark days. This... incident, letting the monster out to play was the shortest he had allowed it, the man not entirely sure what had triggered the control once more. He knew the devil wanted to surge out once more, he had been locked behind bars for far too long and how he raged to be released, to sate that bloodlust he so desired and it took everything Malek had to continue to shove him down. He had not had to battle with him this hard before, the two of them never coming to an understanding yet, when Malek resumed control the monster would at least be quiet, for a time. Perhaps it was the scent of blood that choked off all other smells, the coppery tang matting his hair and his beard. He couldn't get away from the scent. And still, the only place he could think to turn was to Chizue, the man having not seen her since they had slept together and yet, that was the farthest thing from his mind, at least for now.

As the door opens, his gray eyes dart to her, eyes widened in shock of what he had done. She doesn't say anything for a moment, as if she's deciding to not let the man in but she does, stepping away and allowing him access. Dragging his feet across the threshold, he pauses in the hallway, a hand clenched at his side as he stares at the ground, hardly looking at any of her belongings. She leads her down that hallway after she shuts the door, pausing them in the living room before she speaks again, her words gentle on his ears as he glances up to look at her, a sort of sadness filling his gaze. He merely nods her head at her, as if too tired to answer her with words and when she begins to move through the house, he pauses briefly before the vampire is trailing after her silently, as if he were a lost puppy dog. As she pushes into the bathroom, he hears the shower being turned on as he rounds the corner, the man stepping into the much smaller room behind the petite woman. "Chizue," he croaks out her name as he stands in the doorway, his gray eyes traveling to her face to meet hers, "I think I might have killed someone tonight," he murmurs as guilt threatens to take ahold of him.

He wasn't sure. But the man was far too fearful to return to that alleyway, certain that he did not have any control on the monster. The moment that scent of blood would wash over him, he was sure he would lose that battle he was so desperately fighting. It almost pained him, constantly having to shove that other half down. What had he done? It doesn't take long before the steam is filling the bathroom, Malek reaching to remove that blood stained shirt and dropping it to the floor. He hardly minded in that moment that Chizue was still in the bathroom, she had already seen him naked and honestly, Malek was too tired to play the gentleman, to worry about modesty. Though, he was worried what she might think of him killing someone. Cringing at the thought, he moves to his pants, kicking off his shoes and dropping his trousers and boxers to the floor, the man stark naked before the woman again. Turning, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, the man startled at his own reflection. Blood splattered across his face, his beard absolutely soaked with blood, the liquid had even soaked through his shirt enough to stain his chest.

Staring for a moment longer, he reaches up and pushes his face into his palms, "I... I don't know what happened," he murmurs defeatedly as he stands there for a moment. Gathering himself enough, he maneuvers past Chizue and pulls himself into that shower, the bath tub instantly stained red. Standing beneath that stream, he isn't sure if Chizue is still there and he wouldn't blame her if she kicked him out.

You're my whiskey. From time to time.