CHRISTIAN CALLAWAY
Hunter
Posts: 94
Played by:
Julia
“There's nothing to fear but fear itself.”
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 19:24:38 GMT
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Post by CHRISTIAN CALLAWAY on Apr 13, 2021 21:57:14 GMT
 ━ let death fear you ━
‘It’s not your fault.’ … ‘I’m sorry you couldn’t tell me when it happened. I’m sorry you had to… alone,’ … ‘I love you, Theo. I’ll always love you. You’ll always be here.’
There wasn’t much after that. She cried a lot, and the video ended while her head was still tilted up, watching the air as if it was speaking to her. And… it had been. She was a supernatural creature, too; that much was obvious, even if the recording was finished so soon. She could see Theo, the man Christian had killed, and now… she was a loose end.
There wasn’t a price sent with the video━no update to the list that had her name on it, and Christian could only assume it was sent to him as a warning, a silent command to finish what he’d started.
But his hands were still shaking even though it’d been two months since then. It didn’t happen in the office, not so much in his daily life, but whenever he thought of that moment with his knife or crossbow in hand, his aim was unsteady. The entire goal was to be able to kill them, and if he could never get a decent shot… what was he good for?
This, hopefully.
He never thought he’d be back to sitting outside her building or her workplace, spending weeks picking up her routine. She didn’t seem to hide it so much, constantly typing God-knows-what on her phone and showing it over her shoulder, eyes fixed on the ghost of her boyfriend. Christian assumed so, at least. She wasn’t really subtle, and that would be her downfall.
Freyja started going on walks in the evenings after her workday was done, leaving her alone in the woods━or so she thought. Free to have full-on conversations with him, not worried that somebody else would see. She had even ventured off the trail a few times to show him an ability that genuinely made Christian squeamish. A small fire raged from the palm of her hand, passed from one to the other; her face lit up with a smile as if… as if it wasn’t a potentially murderous device. The flames could’ve licked outwards and touched any of the shrubberies around them, starting the woods up like a match and trapping anybody else inside. It could’ve been worse in any interior space, potentially killing hundreds.
Now, he had more than enough evidence to justify what he was about to do. Or… at least enough to convince himself it was the right thing. Ridding the world of another dangerous creature, one that could kill another child, just like her boyfriend or the vampire who’d attacked Sofia and their unborn baby.
It was nearly two weeks after he’d watched her leave for Easter, making himself late for his own dinner with Sofia. Christian had to work around his own schedule, often only following her in the evenings, considering he was off work before she was.
He suited up for that evening walk, careful to never get close to her. If Theo saw him and warned her before Christian was ready, his entire plan would be ruined. This had to be done carefully, with skill and patience, two things he felt he was lacking lately.
Christian waited until she was headed deep into the woods, backpack hanging from her shoulders, the dreary day covering up the sun even more than the trees already would. Darker was better, and so was her apparent plan for the day━as she settled in a clearing, pulling the backpack off, she started to unpack its contents. A blanket to spread out over the ground, a pillow to relax against, and small containers of what looked like packed food. Christian waited until she was settled against the ground and silently talking away before he lifted his crossbow, moving in a few feet and kneeling against the grass. He set up the shot, breathing steadily, aiming, and then pulled the trigger.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Apr 13, 2021 21:59:49 GMT
 ━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
Freyja sat on her bed with Theo, the Walkman playing some of his sweet love messages while holding the headphones against her stomach. She’d researched it extensively before buying the new set, ones that could easily bend to press against the curve of her belly. Green eyes peered down at the bump with a wide smile, vision going fuzzy with the tears that welled up in them. She looked up at Theo after a moment, turning that same grin on him, excited for their baby to hear him━feeling incredibly lucky to still have this.
Her eyes were going wide a moment later, laughing gently. She’d felt him move━not a kick, nothing strong enough to be felt against the headphones, but it was definitely movement. Freyja didn’t dare to let go of the headphones, staving off her glee for a few seconds, holding it in until the tape ended. Once it did, she dropped the headphones to the side, quickly signing to Theo. “He’s moving. I felt him move,” Her hands were quick, still amazed by it. She didn’t immediately think of Theo feeling left out, but her hands were starting again once she had. “On the inside.” She pointed downwards at the bump, smile never fading. Even if he was here, if he could’ve touched her, he wouldn’t have been able to feel it━Freyja wanted to make that obvious.
She glanced at her phone for the time, finding it somewhere amongst the pillows. “Time for our walk,” Freyja stated. If he had still been here, she would’ve dragged him with her anyway, citing the fact that he was the one to knock her up, so he had to do all the suggested activities for pregnant women with her. Freyja had a feeling he wouldn’t have protested, though, and she was sure she knew Theo quite well.
Slipping off the bed, she changed into something warmer. A thin sweatshirt underneath a sweater she’d taken from Theo’s apartment, hints of him still present when she put it on. Freyja settled into the fabric, breathing him in, eyes flicking to Theo to give him a sheepish grin━like her hand had been caught in the cookie jar. She flipped him the bird, laughing as she did it, and then quickly slipping out of her bedroom. The previously-packed backpack was thrown around her shoulders, light enough that she wasn’t worried about carrying it. Usually, she brought Grim on the walk, but it wasn’t a very nice day outside, and she was planning to be out longer than she knew he could handle.
Freyja headed straight for the woods, occasionally signing to Theo, though she mostly wrote down her side of the conversation on her phone and showed it to him━it was easier that way, more subtle━or so she thought.
She found a spot for them within minutes, spreading out a large blanket━enough space for both of them. The pillow was next, finding it easier to sit on than the uneven ground━even with the blanket under her. The oversized sweater pooled into her lap, making her bump disappear completely, especially as she leaned forward and dug into her pile of snacks like a wild animal. Taking out the celery and Nutella first, dipping each stick into the chocolate spread before she wolfed them down as if it were her last meal. “I’m seriously hungry all the time. This kid better come out looking like a wrestler right away. Holy shit,” She laughed, though the sound was quickly replaced by a scream.
The containers spilled into her lap, one hand darting up to where the arrow had torn through each layer of clothing. It didn’t stick in, instead whizzing past and slicing her skin as it went. It’d come out of nowhere, and so did he. The man was trudging through the woods towards them, crossbow in one hand, a knife in the other.
Freyja was absolutely terrified. Nothing had prepared her for this. She’d never been in a physical fight, and Theo’s death had left her feeling broken and weak all the time. She had something to fight for, though━if nothing else, their baby. Her little piece of Theo━something she’d hold onto desperately forever. And this guy, whoever the fuck he was, wouldn’t take that from her.
“Stop!” Freyja screamed first, beginning to crawl backwards, hands pushing at the wet ground as her backside slid off the blanket and along the grass.
“No!” He shouted back to her, approaching alarmingly fast, “You’re dangerous, and you’ll━”
Within seconds, Freyja had a ring of fire blazing around the man, effectively keeping him trapped. She was panting, scrambling to her feet, though her eyes didn’t leave his. “What the fuck are you talking about?” She snapped, tear-filled eyes flicking to Theo, trying to focus on keeping the crossbow-wielding-asshole at bay while simultaneously looking to her lover for support.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Apr 26, 2021 16:01:18 GMT
She’d been a pivot to his routine once. The thing that slipped into a neatly ordered life and suddenly left your entire existence rotating around something new. Nights at each other’s apartments, sporadic at first but by the time Valentine’s day and their trip had approached like an onrushing tide it had felt like one life split over two locations. A life woven together until the hunter had called him out into the woods to kill him. Everything that had been had suddenly been cut through, all those threads that had bound them together no longer stretching into the future but floating free. Almost all of them at least. One left whole, the part of Theo Damasca left tangibly here, growing in Freyja’s stomach. A new pivot even if he was now separated from it, unable to reach through the veil that hid the other side from this one. A tether for him he couldn’t snap.
It had held him to the two of them for months now. Most of his time spent trailing Freyja, to work, around town, to see the baby’s heartbeat flicker across the screen and feel it himself, that strange flutter of sensation while he’d possessed her. Theo could still feel it at times, in his chest as he caught sight of her growing bump, when Frank would stop by, playing the uncle-to-be he’d probably never imagined he’d be at this point. Trips out to the woods in the evenings had become an almost daily occurrence, the two of them hidden from the world among the trees, no need for the subterfuge of messages typed on phones, his hands moving, his face lighting up in wonder as flame had sprung from those palms that had once soothed away all his fears, cupped there, lit as bright as both of their smiles.
Not quite a hayglobe but close enough with their world so changed. Their place alone, to try and play out the life those cut threads would’ve woven into what he hoped was a happy picture. Never ever guaranteed but wanted so desperately all the same.
They’d sat on the edge of the bed after Freyja had finished work. Her eyes on her bump, the headphones pressed against that subtle curve as she played tapes to the baby. His on her, fixed on her profile and filled with the love that had only intensified while he’d been trapped here, watching life carry on without him. Theo’s lips curled as she looked up at him. ””She’s gonna be an REO Speedwagon fan,” he warned, his own eyes burning faintly as he saw the shimmer of tears over those jade green irises. A little part of him passed on to the baby he was so sure was going to be a little girl. Everything else purely Freyja, no matter how much she’d argued him on that. His brows rose, surprise filling his expression before his eyes darted down to that curve, its hidden inhabitant. ”Really? Fierce as her mom.” His palms itched, fingers folding into them as he tried not to reveal his hurt at not being able to reach out and cradle her stomach in his palm, to touch lips he pressed tight together now against her stomach and whisper to the baby.
Another milestone cost. Another moment that could bring that pall of grief down on both of them. He shifted on the bed, dragging a hand over his face while Freyja reached for her phone. Time to get out, to tick another item off the list of what was going to keep the two of them healthy while he could take care of them. Theo sat and watched, his mouth kicking up at the corner as he watched her slip into a sweater that had been his. ”I’d say it looks better on you, but nope, still does more for more eyes,” he fluttered lashes at her, snorted and stood as she flipped the bird at him and slipped out. He trailed her, as he always did now. The steady presence at her shoulder, eyes always on her phone, her hands, his one means of connection with her now.
Maybe if he’d watched the street around them he’d have seen the hunter trailing them, had some clue of his presence before they’d already reached the woods. Freyja had spread out the blanket, a pillow to sit on, the food she’d brought spread around her, amazing him as it always did with how much of it, how quickly, she could put away. Theo had sprawled next to him, long legs stretched out, carefully angled so she wouldn’t touch him like always. ”Hopefully not before you’ve taken those cooking lessons. You’re gonna have to feed that half giant and at this rate she’s going to eat you out of house and home.” Not us, he couldn’t pick up a spoon in a year and airplane the mashed veggies straight into his daughter’s mouth. The hunter had made sure of that. Left him impotent and unable to do a damn thing.
The scream was nothing but an opening of her mouth as he watched, a flutter of the sweater that had draped her, a scrambling back as he’d once done. Theo was on his feet in an instant. Sensation on this side was dulled, very little making its way through that veil but he burned with it now as he caught sight of hunter rushing in. He burned now, fury, fear, tearing through nerves like lightning under his skin as he pushed to his feet, placing himself between Freyja and the hunter. Hands flying in the air as flames leapt from the ground around the hunter. ”It’s him,” he signed, his lips trembling as he pressed them together. ”The hunter who killed me. He’s come to do it again. No. No!” Turning towards the man, Theo was shaking his head. ”I’m not letting that son of a bitch touch you. I can’t lose you or the baby … I can’t …” He had no idea if the power within him had any hope of tear through the veil. He wasn’t a ghost like the others Freyja had told him about but the scream he’d so rarely utilised as anything but a herald of death tore out of him towards those flames all the same.
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CHRISTIAN CALLAWAY
Hunter
Posts: 94
Played by:
Julia
“There's nothing to fear but fear itself.”
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 19:24:38 GMT
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Post by CHRISTIAN CALLAWAY on May 11, 2021 22:40:18 GMT
━ let death fear you ━
It didn’t matter in the end. Christian’s brain was clouded with hurt and hate, anger and a need to protect people like him. A need to impress, to fulfill his goals, just as his parents had always taught him. He never could’ve known it’d come to this, not while he was sitting in his dorm room and on his third cup of coffee at three a.m., refusing to sleep until he was sure he’d get a flawless mark on his exams. Tearing his hair out to impress the people he’d always stood up to for the sake of his younger siblings. He took the brunt of their expectations because he could handle it. He’d always been able to handle it.
Until now.
The arrow soared from his hand, released simultaneously with the shaky breath he’d been holding in. Christian should’ve known he’d been unable to get her cleanly, just the same as it was with Theo. His eyes widened at the eruption from her mouth, a blade torn from his side as Christian stood and began marching over. He hadn’t intended to put her through more pain than necessary, didn’t want to draw this out. She wasn’t guilty of anything more than loving the wrong man━Christian knew that, even in his foggy brain.
He hated the way she scrambled from him, a tiny woman, suddenly terrified of him. Christian only wanted to help people━all throughout his life, he sought nothing more than to guide those who were lost, and he’d thought ridding the world of dangerous creatures would be part of that. The homicidal ones, like her boyfriend, were better dead━but this? This made him feel like the true monster.
It was her, though. He had to remind himself of that fact. They were the beasts, existing only to inflict harm unto others. She begged him to stop, but Christian’s goals were clear. Get her, and get out. “No!” He shouted back at her, “You’re dangerous, and you’ll━” She took that moment to prove him right. His tracks stopped dead as the flames raged high in front of him, causing Christian to stumble back an inch or two before feeling the same blazing warmth at his rear. He steadied himself somewhere in between, fingers flexing around his weapons while he considered his next course of action.
“I’m talking about you! You’re just as dangerous as he was!” Probably more so, but Christian didn’t bother to remind her. She didn’t seem to be listening to him, either, her eyes on what he presumed was the ghost of Theo. Christian could track where he was by following her gaze━first at her side, and then up and between her body and the flames. He watched her finally meet his eye as all anger ceased for a moment, another agonizing cry tearing out and into the air.
It all seemed to happen at once. Her accusation screamed at him, and then a gust of wind, a light, shrill sound that definitely didn’t come from Freyja. The flames were pushed by the invisible force, leaning towards Christian and sending him back. He slipped on the mud below his boots, landing with a loud on his spine, the wind completely knocked out of him. Disoriented for a moment before he felt the fire licking at his hair, singeing it just barely. By the time his hand came up to stamp it out, the ring of fire was gone completely.
Christian lifted his head, hazel eyes finding Freyja, still sat on the ground and weeping, palms pressed to her ears. She was distracted━this was the perfect time to strike.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on May 11, 2021 22:41:38 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
It was why her eyes went to him almost immediately, a silent plea, as if this would be the moment he’d jump through the veil and save her. She’d never relied on anybody else for that, never thought she’d want to be rescued, but Theo changed every notion she’d ever had about love.
Her arms stayed up, raised, palms out and pointed to the trap she’d force the man into. They were facing Theo as he got up and moved, her eyes on him, though Freyja did her best to split her focus between reading his hands and keeping the hunter where she wanted him.
‘The hunter who killed me. He’s come to do it again. No. No!’
Freyja wept, a cry coming that matched the pain of when the arrow struck her. Instead of being focused on one spot, though, this time it exploded throughout her body. This was the man who’d taken her future, her love━everything she’d ever wanted in life. He was a thief who’d stolen the only person who’d made her whole; whose soul fit into her own like a puzzle piece. There was a ghost of it now, a ghost of him, and though she clung to it like nothing else, it wasn’t the same. It’d never be, not after him.
More was being threatened now. Theo’s baby, their baby, growing inside of her as the last-ditch attempt at something happy in their lives━in the life that was supposed to be shared. A final crumb of hope to cling to, even if all else failed. The hunter threatened to take all that from them now, collecting all the puzzle pieces and removing them, not even allowing Freyja to somehow stick two bits together and call it whole.
She cried out his name as he turned away, knowing he’d never hear her but unable to stop herself, eyes finally falling to the hunter. “You killed him! You fucking took him from me!” Freyja was ready to burn him alive, but the shriek that came soiled all her plans. She’d never imagined what he could’ve sounded like, that high-pitched wail so present in old fables never believed to be real. It was, though, and it felt like it’d tear through her eardrums.
Her palms flattened to her ears to block out the sound. She still sat there, backside sinking into the moist earth, feeling more helpless and alone than she ever had in her whole life. Theo was protecting her, them, doing all she’d initially expected from a partner, but it wouldn’t be enough anymore. Freyja opened her eyes just in time to see the hunter storming through Theo without hesitation; crossbow left behind, just a knife in his grasp.
She caught the glimmer of the blade, presumably the same one that’d taken her Theo, against a ray of sun peeking out from the clouds. She should’ve reacted sooner, should’ve sent him flying away in a ball of fire, but the psychic was rendered immovable, practically useless when she saw it. Was it poetic, in a sick way, that the same knife would take her? Would she get to see Theo now, finally touch him, bound forever by the evil that’d ended them both?
The idea rocked her back to the present moment. She wasn’t weak, never had been, and this man wouldn’t change that. She had somebody else to fight for now━if not for herself, or Theo, then she had to protect their baby. It was almost too late by the time the hunter was pressing his hand to her shoulder; steel shifted tightly to the skin of her neck. “Theo!” She cried, reaching past the man and towards her lover, just before raising her knee to get him right between the legs. He groaned and cringed, rocked forward by her retaliation, the sharpened edge slicing her from only that small amount of pressure. A crimson line appeared across her throat, though it didn’t sting; a much lighter cut than he’d wanted.
As the hunter fell to the side, Freyja shoved his knife-wielding arm away, fingers burning through his sweater. “Leave us alone!” She shouted, though he was recovering quicker than she’d hoped, pointing the blade right at the centre of her throat.
“Stop! Please, stop!” Freyja sobbed, “I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant!” The words came in two’s, as if that would force him to listen━or to care at all. He didn’t seem to when he’d killed Theo, but Freyja was grasping at straws, desperate to stay alive. “I’m having his baby━you can’t━you already took her father, don’t do this. She didn’t do anything to you! Give her a chance.” Freyja would gladly give her life for their baby, but that wasn’t how this worked, and she thought, for just a second, that he was finally hesitating. She stopped the scalding of his skin to demonstrate her good nature, praying that he’d finally let her go.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on May 16, 2021 14:47:28 GMT
Time had entered that strange limbo again. Moving at breakneck and snail speed at the same time. It had been just like it when the hunter had turned on him in the woods, hatred replacing the concern on his features before he’d pulled the pistol and aimed it at his forehead. A coldness that echoed the one that had slid through him then. No snow on the ground now but that same sensation of ice in his veins as the hunter had pulled a crossbow now, aimed it at Freyja and shot. If he’d been a little more accurate both of them would’ve died without this protracted fight. A brutal execution. The man getting to walk away as though he hadn’t just slaughtered two innocent people. Theo only felt more useless this time, watching the woman he’d fought to get back to that first time on the brink of being snatched from him again.
His gut twisted as he saw the blade emerge gain. The same used on him? A coup de grace in the echo of his first kill. Marching straight towards Freyja and Theo knew he could do nothing. Standing between the hunter and Freyja was like a paper target hoping to stand in the path of a bullet. The worst the man would suffer was that shudder of cold, that greasy feeling of wrong. He had done it anyway though, half turned towards Freyja so she could still see his hands, could still listen to him, as she scrambled away, trying to escape from the threat. Not dangerous, the only danger in this clearing coming from the man himself as he shouted. Theo couldn’t hear him, could only see the venomous movement of his lips, the words as easy to read as if they’d been stamped bloodily onto his heart.
God, his Warrior Princess wouldn’t lay down for this, even on her own against this threat. Protecting herself and their daughter with that rushing of flames so much bigger than she’d ever shown him. A wall to trap Christian behind. Theo’s lips trembled as he looked back at Freyja, his hands moving rapidly to try and make her see past her own as she held them up, held them there to keep the hunter restrained. ”Go, go now, Freyja. Get back into town, call Frank. He’ll protect you.” What he should’ve been able to do but this man had stopped him from being able to be there for Freyja and their baby. The role he should’ve taken to shield them from the brutality of the world stripped from him by that blade that still glittered behind the flames. Freyja wept, each of those tears another blade in his own heart, brought on by his warning, by the fear and anger.
This had to be what the man was warning him about after, that anger that could burn as bright as those flames as he was forced to watch those he loved hurt. He couldn’t hear him but Theo hollered, face reddening. ”Never! She didn’t touch anybody! You son of a bitch!” The words as useless as the rest of him, unable to pierce that barrier. Freyja’s poured at the man then, a demand to know what the man was talking about, more that he missed as he turned away to the man, but it didn’t matter. Theo let all that rage bubble up inside of him, that grief and pain and loss all caused by this evil bastard rising and spilling out in a way that would’ve thrown him across the clearing if he’d still been there.
Something got through, some part of what he could do channelled past that veil. The hunter was knocked back, slipping on the mud, going down so that the flames licked at part of him. He was lifting his hand to stamp his burning hair out but it wouldn’t have mattered much, the ring of flames was down and Freyja was again vulnerable, sat sobbing on the ground, hands over her ears like the sound had ripped through her as well.
Giving the hunter room to strike.
Freyja down on her knees, sobbing, alone. Theo rushed towards the hunter, arms outstretched as though he catch the man in his grip, stop him from getting to her. A smothering blanket of that foul feeling of the dead trying to tear their way through the veil. He’d seen Freyja recoil from that touch, had felt the hurt deep inside that he had made her feel that way but now, maybe now it would do something to protect her. Theo sucked in a breath, felt a shudder in his own body as the hunter tore right through him. A paper target, useless and tattered as he spun around to see him bearing down on her.
Hands on her, touching Freyja, their child. He rushed towards her, his own hand extended like he could tear through that veil. Freyja. Not out of the fight, never out of the fight. She was fighting for him, for their daughter, the knee that she drove into the hunter’s crotch drawing a laugh of triumph from him that cut off as the hunter rocked forward, a ruby glitter of blood on that blade again, in a thin line across Freyja’s throat before she shoved him aside. Theo dropped to his knees beside her, trying to wedge himself between the two of them. The blade was pointed at the centre of Freyja’s throat, glittering in front of his eyes as he sucked in ragged breaths that did nothing to stir the air.
Theo turned his head, spreading himself further in that gap even though he knew it did nothing. ”Go,” he signed, even though the hunter couldn’t see him. ”They’re both innocent, go, let them be. Don’t take anything more.” That murderous hatred was still in his eyes as he reached back, his hand hovering over Freyja’s as time stretched out. He could take it, be inside of her again to throw himself at the hunter in the way that he wanted to but that was only putting her and the baby in more harm. They needed to convince the man to go, to leave her, to see Freyja as a woman just protecting her child instead of the monster this man was painting her to be. Hazel eyes fixed on the man’s from up close, willing him to back down now, to leave them in peace.
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CHRISTIAN CALLAWAY
Hunter
Posts: 94
Played by:
Julia
“There's nothing to fear but fear itself.”
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 19:24:38 GMT
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Post by CHRISTIAN CALLAWAY on May 28, 2021 16:16:05 GMT
━ let death fear you ━
Her fighting didn’t stop, though, and in any other situation, he would’ve commended her for it. But her knee to the groin only caused Christian to press forward, cringing away from the pain, subsequently pressing the side of his blade into her neck. A long, thin line appeared as he dropped to the side, but he couldn’t stop now. He was in too deep. He had to finish this.
Christian cried out, hazel eyes flicking to where she burned through his clothing, melting the fibres in his sleeve and burning his skin. He advanced once more, ready to end this, fury burning through him just like the pain in his arm. A move forward, nearly stabbing right through her skin before━no.
Pregnant?
His entire body went still. There was a calmness washing over them. The searing on his skin halted, allowing Christian’s focus to train solely on the woman. “What?” He wanted to snap at her, but his voice was broken and gentle, internally recoiling from everything he’d thought before, though he stayed frozen in place. He searched her eyes for a lie, the hand of hers previously used as a weapon now sinking, cradling the gentle curve underneath the oversized sweater she wore. The fabric tightened somewhat, revealing a bump━still small, but completely out of place for her body type. She was a slight, tiny woman━this wasn’t just a big lunch. It was a baby, a real child, growing inside of her and he’d nearly━
Christian felt sick. Pulling away, he sheathed his knife and crawled a foot away in the mud, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” He wouldn’t be here if he had. He was doing this because his wife was threatened by a vampire, attacked and lost their baby due to the trauma. It was the entire reason he became a hunter, to protect people like this, and now… he was just the same as any of them. Just as horrible, wretched and vile.
What if the vampire had taken him instead of Sofia? That was what Christian doomed Theodore and Freyja’s lives to━murdered her partner and left her to deal with this alone. He would’ve rathered Sofia be the one to go on with their baby, he’d give his life up a million times over for them, and Theo probably… he was probably just the same, no matter how he’d been involved in the death of that boy.
Had he been involved? He’d begged Christian to listen, to believe he wasn’t the cause of it but Christian was so fucking blinded by his own hatred, he hadn’t…
He was just the same as they were in every way. The same as Theo, wanting a family, and a good life for his child. And the same as the vampire who’d attacked Sofia. His resolve was crumbling, every building block of thought he’d based himself on meant nothing now.
“I’m sorry. I won’t come near you again. I’m so sorry for what I’ve done.” It couldn’t make up for it, couldn’t change anything, but at least he could spare her now. Both Freyja and her baby were left alive━unlike his and Sofia’s child, but he wouldn’t give himself that excuse. Nothing would make this feel even remotely more humane. He was a fucking monster.
Christian scrambled to his feet and rushed off in the direction from where he’d appeared, gathering his crossbow along the way, and only glancing back to Freyja once before disappearing into the trees.
A monster. He was a monster.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on May 28, 2021 16:17:07 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
And maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be with him again.
The thought invading her mind was absolutely terrible, and she hated herself for even thinking it once it’d come out. It was still there, though, a tiny presence in the back of her mind. She’d fight like hell, but if he wanted to hurt her again when she curled a hand around her belly, if he was truly ruthless, then he could ruin all they’d been looking forward to.
Freyja prayed he had some form of humanity in there, and that she could appeal to it.
He took pause, freezing with Freyja’s eyes on his, and his on her belly. She felt like she wasn’t breathing at all, but then he… apologized. He looked sad, crushed from the words she spoke, believing her━even without the pleading he couldn’t see coming from Theo. She looked at Theo’s hand, wanted to grab it and allow him to use her body to scare away the hunter. Even without his knowledge on how to control the fire that pulsed from her, he might’ve had a better chance, but she didn’t take him up on it. The point was to have her appear like a helpless mother protecting her child, and that was somewhat true, in a sense. She could burn him alive, but then she’d become all he thought of her.
Finally, he broke away, and Freyja could breathe again. It flowed out of her like a stream broken by rocks and debris, shattered, but still eventually coming. Freyja sat up by a few inches, watching the grief and fear strike the face that was so fearsome and homicidal only moments before, ready to kill her just as he’d killed Theo. Freyja sobbed, lifting one muddy hand to her throat, hovering over the wound before she stopped herself. Curling her fingers, she instead pressed a knuckle to the cut, figuring the back of her hand would be less dirty than the inside. Freyja glanced down at the bright red smear across her pale skin━not an overabundance of blood, but enough to have anxiety washing through her.
Freyja didn’t even realize the mistake she’d made in all of this━talking about their daughter instead of the son she always argued he was, words slipping past her lips without a second thought. Theo wasn’t right, she’d never let him be, and blamed the mistake on something more intentional━a little girl would be more likely to play the heartstrings. It wasn’t at all that she could feel it, too. Their daughter.
She swallowed thickly, watching the hunter leave, catching his eyes once before focusing her stare up at Theo. Freyja couldn’t speak, her throat dry and causing an intense amount of pain. He wouldn’t be able to hear her, anyway, but she didn’t have the energy to sign anything to him, either. Instead, she was rocking forward, breaking the barrier between them━destroying the strict distance they always kept. With a croak-like sob, her hands pressed back into the ground━into where his thighs would be, ignoring the icy cold that hit her. Her head bowed, eyes falling closed as her forehead dipped just barely into the expanse of his abdomen. Freyja tried to imagine his warmth, to soak up some comfort from him, finding peace in the simple fact that she still had Theo there with her. She cried, exhausted, not wanting to move for a little while━just feel him there, their baby inside her, and the pieces of life that were almost torn from them altogether.
She wanted to believe the hunter. She saw the fear breaking across his face, the horror at what he’d done, and Freyja━maybe foolishly━allowed herself to trust that he wouldn’t return. It was the only thing that could keep her trudging on without constantly being afraid of what was lurking around the corner. She wouldn’t live like that, and wouldn’t pass that fear down to their daughter━err, son.
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