stuff us in boxes that's where you want us

cardboard is boring, we brought our matches - look how it burns

"Vampires can dream?" She questioned the words simply gushing from her lips, still looking at the pale face of her crimson haired companion as though she had sprouted horns. How eerie it was to look at that face she knew so innately well and yet not know so much that had transpired...The same could be said for both of them. That face that she had grown up with and now it would look like this forever, pale and preserved, never too see the blush meet her cheeks once more. Maybe with makeup, but Harley could tell the fake shit from the real. As much as Isolt appeared like her friend, acted like her, sounded like her. Was it really her anymore? Was she nothing more than a mere figment from what she was in life, trapped in an echo of what she once was? Harley stared, the weight of that hazy immovable drunken stare analyzing her as best as she could. Vampire. That one word brought up so much resentment in her chest that it felt like it could burst with grenade like vehemence.

Vampires had taken so much from her, they took her family. They took her innocence. They took her freedom. She wasn't sure were's were much better in the grand scheme of things. It was far too much for that alcohol-muddled mind to sift through, at least not now.

Together, they had survived so much, had faced their own share of evils. But apart... that was when Harley had allowed her heart to grow callused, to armour herself to survive the terrors that ravage her reality. Isolt knew, to some of the extent of what she endured, a summery that could do no justice to the real thing. Yet, even still, there was so much she left unsaid, leaving the voice space between them that much more. She could feel it like a solid sour pit in her stomach thinking about the things that had been lost, never to be salvaged again. Her violet hardened, narrowed eyes echoing the conflict that assaulted her. At the very least it was sobering thoughts that gripped her with a resolute icy hold. Maybe that made her a coward, for not lessening that vast space that spread between them. It was those dark bloodied tears that rolled down Isolt's inhumane face that perhaps weakened her. They were astonishingly blood, disturbing as it was, they were still tears. She could hardly help the way her hand instinctually reached out, as if morbidly curious and yet remembering somehow that this was still Isolt. Right? That very tentative touch saw to that crimson coating upon her fingers. Concern despite all she felt rising through tumultuous ground. Risque had been the cause of those very tears, Risque had been the cause of her friends transformation.

Risque.. that very name of that psychotic bitch wrought her petite form with such hindering anxiety and anger. That whole fucking family and their circus of freaks had left their own imprint on her a very thing that had tainted her soul that was a vibrant as her eyes. At least Harley had made it out alive.

Isolt claimed she would be safe, from them. "How do you know? Do you have some weapon that I don't know about.. some secret that you can use against her?" She questioned, interest blooming in her striking luminous purple eyes. If only. If that were the case there would be no Risque. Maybe there was some kind of bond there..

Why is it when she missed things, she missed the whole fucking plot and came in right at the end, just as confused as ever. Maybe she could blame it on the drunk brain. "He helped you?" she scoffed. She found that hard to believe that Tetradore would lift a finger for anyone beside his own perverse mistress. "Did he really help? Because that bitch didn't stay dead. I saw advertisements for Syn the other day when I was picking up my equipment for work.." She left out the part she had seen Nathaniel lurking in the shadows too, that didn't ever bode well. She even saw the bitch with her own two eyes. Nathaniel and Ryker were the same city... Why not Risque too and make it complete cactus sandwich, complete with pricks. Party of pricks and Harley had a fucking VIP invite.

The raven-haired spitfire nodded her head despite that overwhelming sensation that still seemed content to nag and prod within her. There was clearly a lot to unpack here. How the two women were practically on separate continents but it didn't mean she could suddenly stop caring. "Hey if your happy and keep your fangs to yourselves. We are good. I can't promise its not going to be weird.. for me at first." She sighed in a dramatic fashion, being reminded of those fangs and how many fangs Harley had at her own throat.

She supposed that was the end of an era for their day time drinking.. Perhaps they had bigger problems to worry about.

That question that left her companions lips nearly made her choke. "Where did I go? I already told you that Risque's brothers shit would come back to bite me in the ass.. it did. Somehow it decided to sync up with your Risque drama...... Does that make her like your mom now?" She groaned, flopping back into the plushy embrace of her couch, staring up at the ceiling, Ace had nestled into her to. He didn't seem worse for wear, it was a close call too. It helped not looking at those caring eyes when she opened her lips to speak once more, her voice taking on an emptiness that didn't exactly sound like her own. "Ryker wouldn't take no for an answer. But you know this story from before.. He came after Nathaniel.. when he left.." What fucking coward tells you he killed your parents and that he loves you in the same breath? That guy is more a prick than Risque, at least shes up front that shes going to murder you slowly. Harley closed her eyes breathing in a breath in hopes to exorcize the demons of her past as if she had that power. "Ryker had a hard on for anything HE had. Including me. He found me again, this time locking me up in some windowless basement. I don't even know how long I was in there. I pretended like I was coming around.. just so I could get a looser leash.. to make them trust me. I killed them all. Every last one, except for him and as you can see. I fucking missed his heart.... The one asshole that really mattered, I couldn't just move an inch to the left. Just my luck too.. and he still fucking found me. Its only a matter of time before the brother and sister duo finish me next. Who knows anymore. All I know is I am fucked. I am done running. So let them come. I wouldn't be so quick to trust your dark knight either. He is as fucked up as the rest of them. We had the lovely chance at meeting once." She rose her shirt suddenly not giving a fuck, lifting her head up from the couch back. She let her fingertips brush over the scars of where Tetradore himself nearly gutted her. "See.. bastard signed his work too.. He would have killed me if Nathaniel hadn't found me." If only she knew that those fates were destined to entwine once more. "If I were you.. I would stay as far away as you can.. Or does your bond make you her slave too? In that case, you and Damon better fucking fly, drive, sail.. it doesn't matter what.. just make sure its somewhere far away." She didn't like this one bit. It had doomsday written all over it and it was about to come hammering down on their heads whenever it felt like. Being nothing more than a less than durable human hardly seemed like good odds.

"Well.. we are fucked." She uttered emphatically, snuggling into Ace that much more as if he could give her comfort. "Maybe you might be the one to kill me one day.." She mused almost seriously before she laughed in spite of herself, the joke in itself wasn't even that funny and yet... there she was laughing. From the morbid stain that had embedded within her life or something else entirely she hardly knew.

"Were you able to salvage my friend? Captain Jack where are you? My buzz is gone and I would really like to not feel right now."

Harley Westward