MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 137
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Last seen Nov 14, 2024 22:12:34 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on Mar 18, 2023 18:37:27 GMT
Giving the mirrors one last check – you could never be too careful when it came to cockroaches – Mal slid out of the car in front of the motel. There was a chance Krista hadn’t blabbed about the place to Pierre and Lena, but he’d have been a fucking idiot to take the chance and he wasn’t one of them. Staying alive this long had required smarts – to stay alive on the docks took instinctive smarts (making him one of those cockroaches then, he guessed), then it took a wise man to see how buggered he’d be if he tried anything on board one of his majesty’s ships, after that it had all been guile, with more than a little paranoia thrown in.
It had been clinging thick as the cobwebs in that cesspit they’d built their little Mal-trap in as he’d bolted away from the decrepit church. Scurrying through the woods, he’d skirted the town, the motel, even the college, in case they’d immediately tried to go back on their deal and tried for Krista or River. If either one of them had found any other lead to him apart from Krista they’d probably have found their way to that hatch, the cement corridors that stretched away from it. If they’d caught him there he would’ve been a rat in a maze, not one running free.
Lingering outside, clad in the shadows of the balcony above, Mal listened for some sign of anyone within. Silent. Just as he’d hoped. If they’d tried using Krista to get hold of him again he hadn’t heard a peep about it. Nothing from her either. As the five minutes he’d given himself ticked down their last in his head, he slipped the key into the lock. The room opened up dark and cold and empty as the door swung back.
A quick shufti proved that Pierre wasn’t crouched in the closet and Krista wasn’t curled up on his bed – the latter definitely more of a disappointment. Mal kicked aside the mat inside the door, scanned the surfaces, threw back the covers, frowning as he didn’t find a scrap of evidence that Krista had been here since the night he’d kicked her out with tear tracks still scoring her cheeks.
No calls. No texts (and he’d been staring at that sodding screen for hours while he’d been sat in that lab waiting for something to kick off). No notes. No fucking sign of her. Like he hadn’t fallen on his sodding sword, sacrificed himself to get her out of there. If that wasn’t some grandiose show of fucking love he didn’t know what was. Alright, so maybe it was more like just a show of attachment at his end, but same thing.
Some gangling bloke who looked like he might have filled his shorts the moment their eyes met rapidly stepped back into his room next door as he slammed back out of the motel room. Mal shot a look at the closed windows of that room as he stalked back to the car, but the Slender Man was already gone.
He wasn’t about to instantly jump to the idea that his former rat pack had snatched Krista up again. The ploy had failed once, it wouldn’t work any better for them the second time around. There was a bigger chance that her brother had just shut her up instead, locking the doors, ignoring Krista’s desperate screams to make sure he was alright. Or she was back in Kitty’s arms, the furry little bitch (literally) yapping in Krista’s ear again about how he wasn’t worth it. None of the options were particularly appealing.
Short of anywhere else to look at her – he wasn’t about to go sticking his nose back into their little lair – Mal drove in the direction of Whitmore. His eyes were everywhere but the road on the way there, scanning the mirrors, the woods, like suddenly Pierre would throw himself out into the road in some act of dumbfuckery. Nothing.
The campus was full of students, some of which he’d probably snatched up and helped tinker with since they’d been here, bustling in and out of buildings, darting out into the road like little lemmings. By the time he got closer to the dorms the herd had thinned out, the sun dipping towards the horizon maybe having something to do with that.
It might’ve been a nightmare to find her, but the door to the dorm building was opening as he got there. That flash of blonde hair sparkling under the lights as he got out. Was it honestly that fucking easy? Mal slammed the car door behind him, breaking into a trot towards her. ”Oi,” he called. He saw movement behind the glass doors and dropped his voice. ”Where’ve you been? You did get out alright didn’t ya?” He gripped her wrists, drawing Krista’s hands up like he could see every inch of her through her clothing – the Doc hadn’t quite figured out x-ray vision yet, but fuck it, he couldn’t smell fresh blood at least.
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KRISTA MAY
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Post by KRISTA MAY on Apr 24, 2023 18:56:23 GMT
 ━ i can't get you out of my head ━
Part of her didn’t mind it, though━it made her feel special. She liked knowin’ everyone cared enough to flip out about her.
But seriously, though, what was it? River was on edge, but that was kinda normal. Kitty had been kinda, like, extra friendshippy lately, which she wasn’t gonna complain about, but still. Did everyone know somethin’ she didn’t? Oooh, were they gonna throw her a surprise party or somethin’?! She didn’t know why they would, but maybe… no, it was too late for a finishing-your-first-year party. Kitty seemed to keep making time to hang out more lately, and Krista was super happy about it. She didn’t need a party. She was doin’ pretty well in Mystic Falls on her own, and she was super happy about that. Proud of herself, even. Her parents never let her look at herself as someone who’d come from low beginnings, so she didn’t consider that, really. But, back in therapy all those years ago, she never woulda thought she’d get this far. Krista didn’t think she’d be able to function away from her home and everything she knew, but here she was, doin’ it! (Sure, River was here, too, but… y’know.)
Big, hazel eyes watched the professor as he taught them with the help of his whiteboard, and Krista scribbled notes in her notebook alongside the sound of keys clattering. It was hard to keep up, but she’d left her laptop in her room, and she kinda liked the old-school way better. She copied down the graphs exactly as he’d written them, and then made extra little notes at the bottom. Finally, he announced the end of class (after realizing they’d passed their allotted time) and dismissed them, and Krista took her sweet time packing up. Kelly━who she’d done her first group project of the year with━looked over as she tucked her fancy-schmancy Macbook into her bag. And she asked how Krista was doing with that weird voice like she was waiting for Krista to burst into tears.
“Good!” She said, beaming back at her, her voice full of its normal chipper-ness. “Not worried about the test or nothin’, I think it’s gonna be easy. How’re you?” Krista asked, trying to be polite, and watched that also familiar look of slight confusion cross Kelly’s face. But she smiled anyway; they talked about the test, and then left class together. Kelly had a meeting with Professor Braschi, though, and she said her name weirdly, kinda in a half-mumble like she was embarrassed by it. Krista ignored it and waved goodbye, then headed towards the dorms with hurried steps. She and Kitty were gonna have a movie night tonight, and Krista was on popcorn duty. She couldn’t wait.
Partway through the doors, though, she heard somebody call out, and she paused, brows furrowed, and turned around. It was some guy running up to the doors━was he talkin’ to her? Why’d he say “oi” like she was a dog or somethin’? He didn’t look young enough to be goin’ to school here, either, and she didn’t recognize him as a professor (but maybe she just didn’t know him? It was a big school). And anyway, why would a professor be going into the dorms? Wasn’t that against some kinda rule?
Okay, the “oi” thing got explained. He was British. But he was apparently some British dude who thought he knew her, and Krista didn’t wanna be mean, so she searched her mind for anywhere she coulda seen him before. Unfortunately, she came up empty.
“Um…” She mumbled as he took her wrists into his hands and raised them like he was checkin’ her or something. She didn’t know why, but she didn’t feel the need to worry about him. Sure, he was a stranger actin’ like he knew her and touchin’ her and stuff, but she wasn’t scared. Just… kinda confused. Add this to her weird few days!
Still, Krista gently tried to tug her hands away━a little awkwardly━‘cause it was still weird. “I was in class? I got out just fine, just… goin’ home.” She tried to be polite by answering his questions, “Sorry, mister, I don’t think… I think ya got the wrong person.” She laughed sheepishly, and pointed to the dark pencil smudges on the side of her right palm. “That’s the only thing goin’ on with me. Just school stuff.” Krista giggled, “Do you work here? Or… know someone here? Or, um…” She couldn’t really think of anything else━any other reason why some old dude would be here. Her gaze ticked sideways, then back to him, and she offered another polite smile. She wasn’t gonna be judgey and leave him, though━what if he needed help?! It wouldn’t be very Christian of her to leave him stranded! Plus, she didn’t get a bad gut feeling, so everything was probably A-okay!
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 137
Played by:
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Last seen Nov 14, 2024 22:12:34 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on Apr 27, 2023 19:49:57 GMT
She’d bounced when she’d seen him swagger in through the front door of the church. It didn’t matter that the last time they’d seen each other before that night, he’d made her cry, or that she’d thrown everything she’d supposedly felt for him back in his face for being an unappreciative sleazebag. Krista had been glad he was there to rescue her from the clutches of the wanna be Dr Doom and his not so lovely wife.
That look she was giving him now, like someone had flipped off the light switch in that usually dark cavern of her head, that wasn’t excited. Mal frowned right back at her, his heavier brows beetling together as he looked up from her forearms – the ones that were blatantly untouched. Thanks to him and the sacrifice of half a dozen of his most promising little experiments she’d been able to swan right out the door with her brother while he’d stayed behind. Where was her concern for him?
Mal puffed out a breath, trying to winkle the strange – and bloody confusing - reality of Krista not throwing herself at him like he was the second coming of Christ out of the situation here. Had he honestly thought she’d have forgiven him for every perceived crime with his sacrifice for her? Abso-fucking-lutely. It wasn’t why he’d gone walking in there, but it’d felt like a natural consequence. ’Malllleeeeeeee, it’s all forgiven, please don’t be mad at me. He stared at her mouth like her pooched up lips were gonna part at any moment to let it out.
Krista was pulling away from him. Alright, what bloody gave here?
He pursed his own lips in the surround of that dark scruff of beard, the one that was probably a little unkempt, like the rest of him, after days hiding out in a sodding bunker that wasn’t exactly made for comfort or luxury. What’d he done the minute he decided to come back? He’d come looking for her, and not just to get a little nibble at her neck either. ”You’re back in ‘em already? Without comin’ to try and find me first?” Mal bristled at her, his shoulders squirming beneath his shirt. That stung, the mister that slipped out with an apology that felt like a brush off like the salt in that little wounds.
Lips curling, Mal let go of one wrist, keeping up the one that had those dark smudges on it – the perfect demonstration of just where she’d been. He shook his head, snorting through his lips. ”Oh no, love, I didn’t. I know exactly who I was lookin’ for, and who I’ve got. You think a few days away’s gonna make me forget you, Krista.” Aaah. A low hum rumbled through his chest. He’d never have said Krista was a good actress – in fact he’d seen her be the absolute opposite, every thought in her head writing itself across that pretty face as bright and obvious as a neon sign – but she’d learned, maybe from Pierre and Lena in some buggered up attempt at kicking him after he was down.
Giving the hand he held a little pat, Mal finally let go. Two were gonna play at that game. Krista would cave first, even with an Oscar worthy performance she wasn’t gonna be able to keep this up for long. ”I know you, love. You know I don’t work here, well, not the way your professors do.” Let her feel the weight of the P word. Krista was an airhead more often than she wasn’t, but she wouldn’t have set aside her anger at Professor Braschi already. She’d huff and puff, that pretty flush working its way up her cheeks. ”I work at the hospital, drawin’ blood for a livin’.” He’d drawn enough of hers since she’d first stumbled into Campbell’s, and he’d do it again when she stopped playing silly buggers now.
Mal tipped his head back slightly, like he was looking up at the building. The last time he’d been here had been when he’d come looking for Krista and had found that interfering wolf brat instead. Another thing Krista had thrown back in his face the last time they’d’ been able to talk. ”How ‘bout we go inside? Get that memory of yours refreshed. You’re gonna break my heart if you tell me you’ve forgotten me already, Krista.” One hand flattened on his chest, a finger tapping them between his pecs before he fished in his shirt for the ridiculous sodding thing that was still hanging around his neck. He’d have called it a choke chain, but it’d felt like anything but as he’d sat in the bunker, watching it spinning in the light, worried for Krista’s safety when she’d probably been here huffing and puffing in secret over him not coming for her yet.
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KRISTA MAY
Human
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Julia
Last seen Nov 3, 2024 20:40:26 GMT
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Post by KRISTA MAY on May 15, 2023 18:57:15 GMT
━ i can't get you out of my head ━
A few days away? Her last few days were spent… here. In class. She and Kitty went out last weekend, and that’s all she remembered doing in the last little while. Oh shoot, was he from the bar? No, she woulda remembered. He woulda stuck out like a sore thumb; an old guy in a college bar, hittin’ on Krista of all people? She didn’t even get that drunk. She remembered all of it!
But… he knew her name. That was kinda weird. Krista’s sandy brows furrowed, then she laughed somewhat awkwardly, the wheels beginning to turn in her head. But they weren’t… goin’ nowhere. ‘Cause there was nowhere to go. She didn’t know this guy.
Finally, he let her other wrists go, and Krista puffed out a breath, feeling a little less uncomfortable now that she wasn’t literally trapped in his hold. She didn’t really feel trapped, though, just… confused. Most of what he said didn’t make sense, but then she laughed, a small smile pulling at one edge of her lips. “Hey, how do ya know my name? Is this… are you a singing telegram or something? My birthday was forever ago, so it’s kinda late, but…” But what other explanation could there be? Maybe one of those weird “prank” videos she sometimes saw other people watch online? “Is it a prank?” She asked, hazel eyes bouncing around in search of a hidden camera. There wasn’t anything, though, and her smile slowly faded.
What other way could he work here? Krista stared almost blankly, not catching his emphasization on the word “professor.” Well, she didn’t get the meaning behind it, anyway—she just thought it was weird that he did it. He didn’t really know her if she didn’t know him, though, right? Otherwise this would be a weird stalker-y situation. Oh man, was he her stalker? For some reason, the idea didn’t scare her as much as it should’ve—it would actually be kinda sweet if someone liked her that much.
“Oh really?” Krista said, still just trying to be nice as he talked about his career. “That’s cool. Blood and needles make me kinda queasy, so I don’t think I could ever do that.” She giggled, and turned her head slightly, trying to politely indicate that she kinda wanted outta here. Hopefully he’d let her go without causing a big fuss.
She took a small step back as he seemed to shift his attention a little, trying to figure out the best way to get outta here. She wasn’t worried he was gonna hurt her, not at all! Krista just kinda wanted to get to her room so she could tell Kitty aaallll about the weird guy she’d just met downstairs.
“Uh, inside? I don’t think… sorry, I really don’t remember you. Sorry.” She apologized again, frowning ‘cause she really did feel bad. “Where do we know each other from, exactly? Maybe that’ll help.” Krista puffed, about to start on another tangent when she was suddenly cut off by the stranger pulling out his necklace. She didn’t know why it was relevant, but it was totally cute! She’d always wanted to have a matching BFF necklace with someone. Maybe this was her sign to get it for her and Kitty!
“Oh, that’s cool, I wish I had someone to share one of those neck…” Krista trailed off as she laid her hand on her chest and felt something kinda solid underneath. She frowned, then stuck her hand under the neck of her T-shirt and found a chain. She pulled on it, and dragged the charm out and stared as it dangled all close to her face. It looked the same, except she saw “Mal” on the back of hers, and had to flip it to see the other half of the “BEST FRIENDS” engraving.
“Whoaaa,” she laughed, “That’s really weird? I don’t remember ever getting this. Does it…” Krista’s eyes flicked up to his face for a moment before she took the plunge and stepped forward, dangling her charm beside his. They clicked together and completed the statement, and she laughed, astonishment written all over her face. Well, she was sure lots of them were made the same, but it was still cool! Krista flipped the reformed heart and found her own name on the back of his.
“Whoa,” she repeated, though this time she looked confused and a tiny bit upset. “Wait, so your name’s Mal? This is kinda crazy. I seriously have no idea where this came from—did Kitty slip this on me in my sleep?” It was the only logical explanation she could think of. Krista stepped away, dropping her necklace. They stayed linked for a moment, though gravity eventually won the fight against the tiny magnet. Entertainment slowly crept its way back onto her features, but it was flimsy; she was grasping at straws for some sorta reason behind this. “Did she hire you to prank me or somethin’?” Her question was quiet, almost a whisper. She really hoped that was the case, otherwise… what the heck.
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 137
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Last seen Nov 14, 2024 22:12:34 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on May 22, 2023 19:59:10 GMT
The confusion had been in her eyes at the start of this, now Mal was sure his own expression was just as dumbstruck and he didn’t have that dizzy blonde thing going on to be able to carry it off. This wasn’t Krista. Even when she’d been raging about him having a video of some other woman giving him a good time on his phone, she’d been bubbling over, pushing into his space, trying to shove him over an edge so he’d finally crack and tell her that he couldn’t live without her. What had happened at the Church had been about as close to it as he’d got and that’d been with the threat of the Terrible Fucking Twosome (missing their yappy partner) hanging over the two of them. That should been enough to have Krista crawling back, like she’d been lost in the dark and he was the St. Elmo’s fire luring her out of it.
His frown was sharpening, the lines that years at sea had carved into his face deepening. She really had lost her bloody marbles, and there hadn’t been all that many rattling around her head in the first place. Mal’s brows rose and he was struck dumb for a moment before he cackled. ”One of them that takes their clothes off and sings a little tune on your birthday? Well, I hadn’t intended to, but if it works…” he drawled. Not here, not even if it had that small smile that had started to tug at her mouth growing. ”No, love,” he muttered, shaking his head. ”Not a joke … not unless you’re makin’ it one.” And he was certain she’d never be able to pull one off this convincingly.
Following her gaze, Mal felt his amusement draining as her smile faded. She really wasn’t getting it. Krista had known exactly who he appeared to be on the surface, had shown up at the hospital and nearly blown the whole gig wide open by letting some ER doc poke around with the wounds on her neck. She was lucky he hadn’t twigged to what was really going on and sent someone after him to stop the atrocities happening to the sweet young woman who couldn’t play guileless to save her life. Planting his hands back on his hips, he explained and snorted as she said blood and needles made her queasy. Oh, it had, in more ways than one. ”Really,” he confirmed. ”You get used to it … you got used to it.” Not in the way that would’ve meant she wouldn’t swoon when he went pulling a pint off of someone, but she’d had the balls to get rid of his stash in his room at the very least.
Narrowed eyes followed the direction Krista was looking, that small step she took almost left him reaching out for her hand again. If he created a scene out here the entire sodding dorm, probably led by Kitty, would be out here with pitchforks. He took a small step after her, glancing up at the building before his gaze snapped back to her. ”You don’t…” he parroted back at her. This was getting worrying in a way it hadn’t been when he’d thought Krista was just playing silly buggers. ”The bar … you met me at Campbell’s and you came lookin’ for me there the second time, love.” He would’ve pointed to the wounds on her neck, but they were gone, no little scabs there that would’ve fitted his bite perfectly anymore – as though a vampire sinking his teeth into you was proof that the two of you had been getting up to all sorts before you’d had him possibly wiped from your brain.
Maaaaybe. Tugging the necklace out from under his shirt felt like a last gasp, desperate attempt to get Krista to play ball. Mal grumbled, taking another step forward like he’d dig her necklace out from under her t-shirt for her, but she was already there. The charm dangling in front of her face – proof she couldn’t ignore. ”That’s right. You’re share it with me.” Had forced it on him.
Mal lowered his head as she stepped in, puffing out a breath that stirred her hair as Krista held her necklace up and they clicked together. He could’ve wrapped his arms around her, dragged her close and whispered the apologies Krista had been demanding before she’d been scooped by Pierre and Lena, but it was a step too far. ”Not weird. Yeah, I’m Mal and your Krista.” There was no mystery to that. He flicked out his finger, sent the joined charm swinging back and forth in the air. ”You said that,” Mal grumbled, sighing as he looked up at her to see Krista heading towards her meltdown zone. ”Kitty?” The cackle rolled out sharp, the pendants tugging at one another as he rocked back. If there was one person who wouldn’t have orchestrated this reunion it was that little bitch.
Dipping his head to meet Krista’s eye, he shook his head. There wasn’t gonna be much he could explain about why Kitty wouldn’t have been involved without opening a can of worms that’d certainly end this chat. ”Your roommate’s got nothin’ to do with this.” And he hoped that by mentioning who Kitty was to her, he’d have Krista’s trust back. ”You really don’t remember anythin’? The motel? The church? My … the bloke and woman you were with when I turned up there with your brother. If you’re playin’ games … this really ain’t the time, Krista. Be honest with me now.” His voice went tight. She was beginning to border on more than just confusion. The clock was running out before she flipped and this whole thing was going to end up blowing up in his face. He reached up slowly, catching her chin in his hand to raise her gaze to his like it would unlock everything.
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KRISTA MAY
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Post by KRISTA MAY on Jun 11, 2023 18:56:48 GMT
━ i can't get you out of my head ━
He seemed really upset that she couldn’t remember him, though, and Krista felt bad. Maybe he was just crazy. Maybe he was gettin’ her confused with someone. But she wanted him to know she wasn’t gonna judge him, and they could work this out together. Or… for as long as Krista could stand here without getting freaked out.
The bar? She wanted to laugh. Krista didn’t go to bars, but… yeah, she’d been to Campbell’s. Only once, though. Her brows furrowed, then she laughed incredulously, surprised he’d guessed the right place. Kinda. “Campbell’s? I’ve only been there once━I’m pretty sure━and I…” Krista reached up to touch her neck, remembering how she’d pressed her palm to her skin to stop the bleeding. Or, rather, how she’d ended up like that when she got back to the motel room. Everyone was so scared, but she… wasn’t. And Krista had every intention of returning to Campbell’s━she’d run away from home for it━but she… didn’t. And when she tried to think about why she’d stayed in Mystic Falls even if she didn’t get her questions answered, her head started to hurt. Krista’s brows beetled together again and she glared at the ground, puffing out an exasperated breath. “I never went back.” She said, though her voice didn’t sound like she really believed it.
The necklace was just another thing that had Krista scratching her head. Theirs matched. The magnet clicking together was one thing, but their names on the backs? Maybe she really had no reason to be worried. Clearly, this guy knew her… or he was just pranking her. Which woulda been really, really mean. Krista was kinda scared to fall for it, ‘cause she didn’t want someone popping outta nowhere being like “Just kidding!” and making her look stupid. She’d never live that down.
He flicked the conjoined charms, letting it swing back and forth gently, though it didn’t break. Not ‘til Krista stepped away. The charm dropped back to her chest like a wrecking ball slamming her between the collarbones. She hadn’t noticed it before, but suddenly this thing was a weight around her neck.
Her roommate. So, he knew who Kitty was. Did that mean they were workin’ together? She just couldn’t see Kitty knowing this guy or putting together such an elaborate scheme. Maybe, though. Maybe she knew some weird people. Maybe Mal was one of her video game friend’s dads. Krista didn’t think a dad would wanna do somethin’ stupid like this, but who really knew? Some people were weird. He just didn’t seem weird. Ugh. This sucked. She was usually so gullible that she didn’t believe a lot ‘cause she didn’t wanna look dumb.
But then he kept sayin’ so much stuff, and even though Krista didn’t remember any of it, it was so rapid that she thought he couldn’t be makin’ it up. “W-what motel? You go to the same Church as me? You know River?” Still, she wasn’t frightened, but she felt so overwhelmed by all of this. Whenever she tried to think really hard about his face or the stuff he was sayin’, she hit this wall and got a shooting pain in her temples.
Tears welled in her eyes as she stared up at Mal, forced to now ‘cause of the way he held her chin. He wasn’t hurtin’ her, she just wished she could remember. It was so fricken frustrating. And she thought she was lettin’ him down, too, even though she didn’t actually remember him and didn’t owe Mal nothin’. “I-I’m not playin’ games,” Krista whimpered, her fingers curling around his wrist, both hands clasping the maybe-stranger gently. “I’m sorry. I am bein’ honest; I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. I don’t remember seein’ you in Church with my brother. Who were the other people?” She swallowed hard, one of her thumbs sliding down the side of his forearm. She hadn’t intended to, but she felt the line of dark hair that covered his kinda-freckly skin, and the softness of his inner arm, and it made her feel okay. Safe, comfortable, like she could curl up on sheets that weren’t her own and… her head started hurting again.
Krista winced, and she tried to tug out of his grip, wanting to get further away as tears started slipping down her cheeks, embarrassed by it. “I-I don’t know why I don’t remember you,” She sniffled, “But I don’t. I got no idea, and I don’t know why. I wish I could help ya but I can’t; it just hurts.” She spluttered, lifting her hands to wipe her eyes, “I have a headache,” She whimpered like it was at all important, and tried to back up towards the stairs, sad she couldn’t do more, that a part of her brain was, like, missing and she couldn’t do nothin’ about it. She didn’t wanna see her psychologist again, she just didn’t. She was supposedta be doin’ better now, not worse! School was goin’ so good ‘til now, and she felt like she had her life together again! She couldn’t even remember the last thing she’d gotten obsessed over! Why couldn’t stuff stay good?!
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 137
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Last seen Nov 14, 2024 22:12:34 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on Jun 26, 2023 18:39:58 GMT
Krista had been the bashful sort back at the start – before he’d almost compelled it out of her. All flushed cheeks and soft gasps as she’d learned just what sort of pleasure was right there for the asking. He’d stripped back that good little girl shell one layer at a time, making sure she enjoyed it as he did. Alright, maybe he’d taken a bit too much off in the end - cause Krista hadn’t shied away from trying to pay him back for a little fun before she’d been on the scene by ruining a good woman’s career. In the end though, all it would’ve taken was the brush of fingers in the right spot or a mea culpa – forgive me for being a naughty boy and Krista woulda been back to looking at him like he was the second coming. She would’ve have been laughing like that at the idea of him getting his kit off.
His raised brows slowly resumed their position, knitting back together like a closing wound. This was all off, the Krista standing in front of him not the one who’d thrown her arms around him in that church, not even the one who’d turned up at Campbell’s all wide eyes and questions. He’d tossed their failures back in Pierre and Lena’s faces, but was this their one party trick? Twisting Krista up just enough to give him a boot in that soft spot she’d started to open up inside of him – the one that was probably tied to that marshmallow of a heart of hers.
There! Mal’s gaze dropped to where her fingertips had risen to her neck. The marks had faded over the last week, those permanent little reminders of who they’d been to one another barely visible against those soft skin. He scoffed, holding up three fingers to wiggle them. Three, at least. ”Come on love, you’ve gotta remember more than that. I met you that first time, we had ourselves a pleasant little evenin’ together. Then you came back lookin’ for me. You musta missed me – you definitely did the third time.” He snorted at that. If there was one thing she should’ve remembered, it was the way she’d had his date’s car towed to guarantee that she was the only meal he had for the night.
After that night Krista had been relentless, a battering ram into his life that’d suddenly - disturbingly - vanished, leaving a peace behind that was unsettling. This whole thing was leaving his skin crawling. The click of the two parts of their heart should’ve had her squealing, instead of standing there looking like he’d just knocked her over the head with a sledgehammer. It didn’t help that that sledgehammer had swung back in the other direction either, leaving him feeling like it’d caught him up under the ribs, stealing away breath that hadn’t really mattered since Nelson was still sailing the seas.
Mal puffed it out, feeling the weight of every molecule of it as Krista stepped back, breaking that connection. He needed to turn that sledgehammer, the battering ram, back around. He needed to find some way to smash it through whatever had Krista staring at him like he was the one who was touched here. If Kitty had her way this’d be permanent, but luckily for the pair of them, he didn’t hold much stock in what Kitty had to say about any situation. ”Your church? Not likely love.” His snort left his teeth bared in something akin to a grimace. ”I was talkin’ ‘bout my motel room, where you’ve been, by the way. Your brother came there too, lookin’ for you.” Yeah, he thought with another sigh, he knew that beanpole and the dislike was mutual – although what had happened at the church had probably turned River’s to hatred. It’d been his fault that Krista had ended up at the church in the hands of two psychopaths, after all.
Sacrifice hadn’t been like him. His own skin had been the only thing that’d ever mattered, but he’d stood there while River had got Krista out of there. There’d been a chance his little army wouldn’t show up in time, or that the princess and her frog (did the Chinese even have royals that way?) would kick all their arses, that meant his neck would’ve been on the line. It wasn’t big headed ot think that his death would’ve left Krista heartbroken and given that he’d gone radio silent, surely it would’ve entered her half empty head.
Mal sighed, his hand rising to catch Krista’s chin to stop her looking away from him. There were tears welling in his eyes, echoing a pinprick sensation at the back of his own. Look what she had him doing. ”I’m sorry love, this just don’t make any sense. This ain’t you.” Warmth flooded his skin, from Krista’s fingers to his wrist, followed by the splash of raw, cold awareness that this wasn’t Krista desperately trying to get her hands on him. ”Some old friends … who ain’t as friendly now. You don’t remember them? A French bloke and his Asian missus. You probably wouldn’t have made much sense of them, but they … knew you.” Had lured Krista in with the suspicion that something had grown between the two of them thet they could use to bring him to his knees.
”Sssh,” Mal murmured, trying to ease the wince with a brush of his thumb from the point of her chin up to her cheek. He was frowning again though. That hadn’t been him hurting her, not physically at least. Tears were rolling over her lashes as she pulled back. His fingers loosened, the knot in his stomach tightening in contrast. ”A headache?” he echoed hoarsely. Like smacking your head off a brick wall, trying to smash through to what was on the other side. The bastards!. ”It’s alright, love. You stop strainin’ to remember and it’ll all be better. You let me take care of this alright? Trust me to do that. You watch out for them, Krista, you see anyone hangin’ around you tell that roommate of yours. Let her get rid of ‘em.” At least chase them off until he could. A couple of hearts torn out might do something about that little roadblock in Krista’s head. Maybe he’d even make Pierre watch while Lena got it first this time. Swallowing back the rage, Mal took a step back. They were dead, them and their little dog, Baxter.
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