PHOEBE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 94
Age:
102
Occupation:
DA Intern
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 14, 2024 19:27:09 GMT
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Jun 2, 2024 17:26:35 GMT
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Post by PHOEBE MURPHY on Jun 2, 2024 17:26:35 GMT
Tracing her tongue over her lower lip to chase the last drops of her shot, Phoebe looked into the pretty green eyes of … fuck, what had he said his name was again? Her eyes narrowed, her lips curling with a wicked grin to match his. Something beginning with a C – Christopher, Charlie, Carl? – that he’d said into her ear as he’d pulled her into him on the dance floor. Did it really matter?
Phoebe winced as she realised how bad that sounded. Not phoning Teddy back after she’d slept with him had been bad (although how was she supposed to have known he was Lawrence’s bestie?), one night stands with a guy whose name you hadn’t bothered to remember was probably worse. Although not entirely unusual for her. As though he’d sensed the guilt exuding from her pores, Lawrence was there, thumping fresh shots down on the bar. Phoebe forced the wince away with a beaming smile. ”Thank you,” she chirped, rolling her eyes as he continued to scowl at the man pressed up against her back.
There hadn’t been much chance for this the first time around – the protective big brother act. She hadn’t been some innocent little girl when those things had slithered into the valley. Hiding out there in the woods with Dotty had been thrilling. Pushing her back against the tree. The feeling of Dotty’s hands smoothing up over her hips as their lips had finally met. If the vampires hadn’t arrived who knew how far they would’ve gotten. Camden (Callum?) slipping an arm around her waist, his fingers splaying over her belly as he reached for the fresh shot was just as innocent (alright, what was prodding her in the hip wasn’t), but you wouldn’t have known that from the look on Lawrence’s face. ”Back off,” Phoebe warned, her tone sweet, even if the warning look wasn’t. Luckily someone started hollering for drinks before her shot was rolling down her throat.
Caleb (closer, she was going to figure this out) set his glass down beside hers and pressed cool, damp lips against the nape of her neck. His hand pressed tighter against her stomach as he adjusted the angle of his hips. If this was bad, then being good was way overrated. ”You wanna get some … air?” His mouth was back at her ear, sending a shiver down into the pit of her stomach.
”Definitely.” The word had emerged in a purr. Phoebe closed her hand over his, dragging him towards the exit.
They probably could’ve made it back to her apartment with a little effort but Con-Colton? was tugging her into the closest alleyway. Grimy and a little gross, who really cared when he was pushing her back against a wall. Greedy kisses giving way to his hands on her hips, lifting her up. With his hips pinning hers, she was on a level with those pretty eyes. Thin green irises circling pupils that had already been blown wide the first moment she’d seen them. Perhaps he’d been knocking back a little more than alcohol. Oh well, that’d just be an added extra.
Five minutes later her pupils expanded the same way. Seconds after her fangs were latched onto his throat, whatever he’d taken buzzing through her bloodstream. The lights overhead seemed to brighten into a halo over his head. He gasped, his body stiffening for a moment, but then he was moving again.
Close. So close. Phoebe whined as the driving rhythm he’d set started to slow. Strong hands slipped on her hips, leaving her fumbling her arms around his neck to avoid falling. Her fangs retracted, her head thumping back against the wall. ”Don’t stop, I’m almost … hey!” Shifting her grip, Phoebe grabbed his chin as his head fell forward. ”Hey. You can’t pass out on me now. Come on, have a little sip. Just one more drink.” Of the blood that welled at her wrist as she let go of him to bite it. With a streak of it washed across his mouth, he slipped to his knees, then down to the filthy alley floor, leaving her stumbling to get her balance.
”Clayton? You have to drink, OK?” Clayton. It had sounded so ridiculous when she’d heard it. Now Phoebe repeated it over and over as she fell to her knees and tried to force blood into his mouth. As she rapidly pulled his jeans back up around his waist and pumped on his chest like she could restart his heart. As she pulled out her phone and dialled Lawrence’s number.
”I need you,” Phoebe begged as it was picked up. ”I’m out in the alley. Lawrence, you need to come, please.” Lawrence, had done this before, she hadn’t. She’d always stopped in time before. Now there was no heartbeat as she dumped her phone, not even a flicker of one when Lawrence appeared and she stared up at him with tear filled eyes. ”Fix it, please. He won’t take my blood. Maybe yours will work.” Please God, let it work.
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LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 316
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 15:54:32 GMT
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Jun 14, 2024 14:24:17 GMT
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Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on Jun 14, 2024 14:24:17 GMT
Now Hector was back there were two sets of eyes glued on him. Kit and Hector were constantly keeping an eye on Lawrence to make sure he was being the perfect little employee. Thankfully tonight he was a customer, which meant there was some leeway on his behaviour, but it wasn’t like he could snatch a human off the dancefloor to drain. It was a thought that had entered his mind for a brief moment, but he couldn’t trust himself not to go too far. He was back to drinking from blood bags for now. To avoid any temptation to latch onto the nearest human he took himself downstairs for the evening. Plus he spotted his sister in the crowd curled around some man. A few bottles later and he would have grabbed the man by the throat and launched him across the club. Phoebe might have been over a hundred years old but she was still his little sister. There was still a need to protect her, especially against idiot men. In his eyes she was still the teenager he left behind in Canada. So, yes, downstairs was certainly the better option for the evening. He shot a glance towards Tobi just before he left too. What the fuck did Penny see in him? He was behind the bar wearing a glittery crop top and jeans. The gloomy cloud that had been hanging over him since he turned his emotions back on had started to slowly fade away. One of the main reasons it was still looming over him was because of Penny though. She’d certainly taken a piece of his heart when she ended things with him. He missed her. Occasionally at work he considered walking by the coffee shop just to see if she was sitting in there, but what was he point? They were over. Lawrence needed to throw himself back into the single life he was living prior to her. The one where he was happy and content on his own. He was almost ready to do so, but then Penny turned up at the bar, silently reminding him of everything he’d lost. Few hours later and Lawrence was scanning the crowd, seeing if there were any girls to speak to. Someone to make him forget about Penny, if that was at all possible. Each time he approached a girl he couldn’t stay interested for more than a few hours because his mind would wander back to Penny. Memories flickering through his mind of them both in bed together, closed off from the world around them. Nowadays he wakes up alone. Unconsciously his hands would reach out to find her next to him in bed, but now he found nothing. If he took home another vampire at least he wouldn’t be tempted to drink from them and he could throw them around the bedroom without breaking a bone. He knocked back another shot of tequila, pulling a quick face in disgust as the awful liquid burned the back of his throat. No wonder people reached straight for the lime afterwards. Instead he washed it away with a sip of blood from his other glass nearby. Just as he placed it back down his phone started to buzz. Phoebe’s name flashed across the home screen. “Yo, what’s up?” He answered in a cheerily tone, but immediately he knew something was wrong with Phoebe, “I’ll be there in two.” He quickly darted out the bar, using the fire exit to get into the alleyway. Straight away he spotted the man on the floor, bleeding out from a bite mark on his neck. Fuck. He rushed over to the man’s side, listening carefully for a heartbeat but there was nothing. He knew his blood would do nothing, but tried anyway. Lawrence sunk his teeth down into his own wrist, forcing it into the man’s mouth. Nothing happened. “He’s dead.” He pulled his wrist away, wiping his blood off on his jeans. He glanced up at Phoebe, “What happened?” It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened though, but he was hoping Phoebe was about to reel off some story about how she found the man like this. That she wasn’t the one behind it. PHOEBE MURPHY |
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PHOEBE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 94
Age:
102
Occupation:
DA Intern
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 14, 2024 19:27:09 GMT
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Jun 18, 2024 21:25:43 GMT
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Post by PHOEBE MURPHY on Jun 18, 2024 21:25:43 GMT
How many times was she going to be able to do this before she grew tired of it? The word never had echoed in her mind some time right around when he’d shifted his hips and they’d slotted together like puzzle pieces that had just been waiting to fit perfectly together. It hadn’t been the same way when she’d found Raik at the club a couple of weeks ago. She hadn’t been the only one backing out that night, Raik would have to take equal responsibility for that. This was proof her libido hadn’t been broken by the sadness that had sliced through her like a fist through her ribs.
Chasing that feeling, like she was right on the edge in oh so many ways, she had sunk her fangs into Clayton’s throat. Maybe after the first time she’d drag him back to her apartment. A little taste of her blood would speed up that pesky lag men always suffered with, guaranteeing a quick recovery and a second, maybe third and fourth burst of pleasure if he lived up to the promise she’d been backing in already. Phoebe had let the pulse of blood against her tongue pump in syncopation to the rhythm of his hips. Until both had started to stutter.
Not enough. She hadn’t had enough of either to cause this. On her knees, the gritty blacktop biting into her bare legs, Phoebe tried to tell herself that she hadn’t just killed a man. It hadn’t been like the slow, ebbing tide of Joshua’s death. This had been fast and shocking. One minute she’d been on the brink, the next she was staring at his chest, praying for him to breathe as she’d sobbed down the line to line to Lawrence to come and save both of them.
When he arrived, she was still performing CPR. Phoebe was sure she’d heard at least one rib break. Even if it had punctured his lung, they could still heal it. At worst he would end up in transition. She wouldn’t have wished that on anybody, but it was better than killing somebody. Pleasepleaseplease. Staring up at Lawrence, Phoebe slowly peeled his hands away from his chest, standing to give him room. As she’d asked, Lawrence pressed his own bleeding wrist to Clayton’s mouth. She prayed for his lips, the ones she could still feel like some ghostly stamp on her throat, to move, to clamp on Lawrence’s wrist, but God, he was so still.
”No, he can’t be,” Phoebe argued instantly. She reached up, grabbing her brother’s sleeve to try and pull him back down. ”It’s only been a few minutes. We can still bring him back. I tried CPR, that’s meant to keep people alive until you can bring them back. Maybe I didn’t do it long enough …” Or hard enough. Or even done it right in the first place.
Tears spilled over her lashes before she brushed them away, the blood from her hands streaking her cheeks. Guilt cut deep, ice filling the vacuum it left as she looked at Lawrence. She wasn’t going to tell him what they’d been doing when Clayton had … when he’d fallen. ”We … we were just fooling around. I was taking him home.” And hadn’t been able to hold her libido in check long enough to get there. ”I started feeding from him. It wasn’t much though. Just a couple of minutes. He was enjoying it, and then … it can’t have just been the blood. I’ve never drained anybody before. I’m sure I didn’t this time.”
Dropping to her knees again, Phoebe started to rifle through his pockets. ”He took something before. I could see it in his eyes.” She’d tasted it in his blood, like popping candy that had almost instantly melted on her tongue. ”It could have been that. Couldn’t it? Maybe he took too much. It could’ve been a heart attack.” Maybe if she’d noticed it, she could have stopped, could have forced the blood into him sooner. She’d been chasing her own high though, only caring about what he was giving her instead of seeing the man behind the pretty eyes and sweet smile.
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LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 316
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 15:54:32 GMT
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Jul 7, 2024 20:20:41 GMT
Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on Jul 7, 2024 20:20:41 GMT
For decades Lawrence had tried to be the vampire Phoebe was. A good one. A vampire who could control their urges and never acted purely on instinct, resulting in the death of an innocent person. But he’d failed every single time. All it took was for him to catch the scent of fresh blood and the veins would already be forming on his face. The same scent hit him when he turned the corner into the alleyway, but the sight of Phoebe distracted him from the hunger. Lawrence’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched Phoebe's frantic efforts to revive the man. He could see the desperation in her eyes. The sight of his sister, usually so composed, now desperate and terrified, tore at him. His blood wasn’t bringing the man back to life either. It was too late, he was gone. “Phoebe.” He spoke softly, his voice thick with emotion, “If our blood isn’t saving him it means he’s dead… I’m sorry.” There was no faint heartbeat coming from the man’s chest or sounds of shallow breathing. Lawrence desperately wanted to save the man to save Phoebe from the guilt. Denial rolled out of his sister, to no surprise. It had to be something else, right? His sister can’t have drained someone, right? Lawrence had stood exactly where his sister was right now, unable to accept that she’d taken someone's life. She’d killed someone. It was a tough pill to swallow. It broke his heart to see that Phoebe was about to go through the same thing. “It’s fine… these things happen.” Vampires killed humans. It was part of their nature. His words probably didn’t offer much comfort to her, but he was struggling to find the right thing to say. He watched as she dropped to her knees, going through the man’s pocket, searching for an answer. It could have been a heart attack, but the blood pooling from the bite marks on his neck told another story. Tears started to well in his eyes, but he quickly brushed them away, desperate to hold himself together for Phoebe’s sake. He carefully took Phoebe by the arm, tugging her upright. “You didn’t mean for this to happen, okay? It was just an accident. It happens to most vampires… you’re gonna be okay and we’ll get through this.” Using the sleeve of his jacket he wiped away the blood from Phoebe’s cheek and mouth. As he stood there attempting to clean her up he saw his baby sister looking back at him. Throughout their childhood he’d fiercely tried to protect her— even during the moments she fought back. Just like their parents he wanted to wrap her up in cotton wool, keep her safe from all the evil in the world, such as vampires. He’d failed in his role as big brother before, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to do it this time round. PHOEBE MURPHY |
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PHOEBE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 94
Age:
102
Occupation:
DA Intern
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 14, 2024 19:27:09 GMT
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Jul 14, 2024 21:12:22 GMT
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Post by PHOEBE MURPHY on Jul 14, 2024 21:12:22 GMT
The village had been about as quiet as it got outside of Elk Valley, but life was life and people had died there. Being supernatural didn’t mean you were immune to it, shifters eventually died of old age, people succumbed to accidents, especially the humans above them, and there was the occasional bout of violence. She’d stood over the cold bodies of people she cared about, but none there, or even Joshua’s death, had effected her quite the way this boy’s had. Phoebe didn’t need a cop or coroner to tell her the cause of death, she hadn’t needed to see the grim reaper get closer to him as he wasted away day by day. One second her fangs had been lodged in his throat and she’d been chasing her own, glorious end and then he’d fallen.
Lawrence hadn’t been there to save her from most of her other mistakes. When they’d been kids he’d talked her out of trouble with their parents, but by the time she’d been making her biggest ones, her brother had been gone. She’d been left to stand alone after Joshua had died, keeping her own counsel as she’d moved from place to place. Most of the time she’d clung on to the mantra of WWLD – What Would Lawrence Do – occasionally going against it, but trusting that if her brother had been there, he would’ve agreed with her plan. Phoebe supposed that wouldn’t have included what had happened with Teddy, or what she’d done tonight, but usually she would’ve been responsible, or at least sensible to start with. Not tonight though.
They had medicines that would burn narcotics out of people’s systems now, didn’t they? On TV it was one little inject of it and they’d sit up gasping, alive again. Vampire blood should have done that and she’d tried, but maybe without his heart beating, it couldn’t infuse his system. Pump his chest, get his heart beating even a little and it would fix him. If hers didn’t work, then Lawrence’s would. Phoebe held onto the idea tight enough that it was tearing her apart, until Lawrence spoke again. Soft, choked with emotion, cutting through the pleas in her head the way a yell couldn’t have done. ”He can’t be dead,” she whispered, still staring up at him. ”People don’t just drop dead.” They did if you took too much blood from them, but she never had. She threw caution to the wind in every other way, but never like this.
Phoebe’s lips quivered as she pressed them together. Lawrence tried to tell her that it just happened, she couldn’t hear it though. If this world really was a place where healthy men dropped dead then it was more fucked up that she’d thought, and it was already bad enough. ”It’s not fine,” she managed hoarsely. ”This isn’t a glass of spilled milk, it’s a man’s life. People shouldn’t just die.” It had been happening forever though, hadn’t it? She just hadn’t been unlucky enough to see it this way until now.
On her knees, vision blurred from her tears, Phoebe tried to find proof that she hadn’t been the cause of Clayton’s death. It wouldn’t make things any easier on his family, but it would ease the burden of her guilt at least a little, wouldn’t it? If she hadn’t killed him, she wouldn’t be a murderer. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Lawrence wipe at his eyes, but didn’t turn towards him, she was slipping shaking hands beneath him, his back pockets maybe. As Lawrence gripped her arm, pulling her up, Phoebe stiffened. Her tears started to flood down her cheeks, her body shuddering with a suppressed sob. ”We were just … having fun. He shouldn’t have died for that.” Killed because he’d figured he'd have a little fun with a hot girl. Killed because she’d lost control.
”Not to me,” she choked out, trying to blink away her tears as Lawrence wiped her mouth like she was still that messy five year old who had a milk moustache. The sobs struck and this time she didn’t hold back. She clung on to her big brother, letting the tears pour out. ”How could I have screwed up? I’m so careful. He was young, he was fit, it shouldn’t have happened. How do you do this? How do you stop it tearing you up?” Lawrence would know. As hard as he’d tried, he’d slipped before. Her brother carried the guilt of killing people, including her own friend, every single day. A voice whispered through her head, warning her of how he had dealt with it before. Flip the switch, turn off his emotions so he didn’t have to feel the pain. Phoebe imagined one inside of her, a light switch she could turn off and make it all easier, but as much as she wanted the pain to stop, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She’d brought this on herself, like so much else. She had to live with those mistakes.
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LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 316
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 15:54:32 GMT
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Jul 23, 2024 19:06:56 GMT
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Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on Jul 23, 2024 19:06:56 GMT
Lawrence’s innocence shattered from the moment he was turned. A sweet warlock who was destined to be the next leader was now a vampire who killed people. His hands had been soaked in blood time and time again like death was a part of his everyday existence. But he never thought the same thing would happen to Phoebe. Things were meant to be different to her. She was supposed to live out the rest of her days in Elk Valley as a witch, not be standing over a man she’d just killed, her mouth still coated in his blood. Phoebe’s blood didn’t work and nor did Lawrence’s, which meant only one thing. Dead. He didn’t just drop dead as Phoebe was suggesting though. He’d witnessed this scene plenty of times to know the cause of death. They were having a little fun and Phoebe took too much blood. Lawrence over at Phoebe, his heart breaking for his little sister. He’d seen her struggle, seen her in pain, but this was different. This was raw guilt tearing her apart from the inside. He knew that feeling all too well. There were no words he could say to her to make her feel better. “I know, but… he’s been drinking. Easier to bleed out.” He too was trying to find a good reason as to why this happened rather than accepting the truth. Phoebe lost control. That momentary lapse cost a man his life. Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, pierced through him as she looked up at him. “I know.” It was the only words he managed to squeeze out. What else could he say? She was right? He didn’t deserve to die, but it was done. Lawrence needed to focus on keeping his sister together Lawrence pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her as she sobbed into his chest. Softly he stroked her hair, trying to comfort her. “I choose to feel nothing, but it’s not the answer. It might make the pain go away for a while, but it doesn’t solve anything. It just buries it, and eventually, it will come back even stronger.” He was confident Phoebe wasn’t stupid enough to make the same mistakes he did. He pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. “You will get through this. You've always been stronger than you realise. This is just a mistake you will learn from.” Because she wasn’t an idiot like Lawrence who seemed incapable of learning from his mistakes, “We’ll get through this together. You’re not alone. You’re never alone.” That was the only saving grace in their situation. They would be by each other's side for eternity. PHOEBE MURPHY - wanna wrap? |
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PHOEBE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 94
Age:
102
Occupation:
DA Intern
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 14, 2024 19:27:09 GMT
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Jul 26, 2024 18:23:10 GMT
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Post by PHOEBE MURPHY on Jul 26, 2024 18:23:10 GMT
Maybe it was shock. Maybe it was the alcohol in her own system. Either way Phoebe could not get her head around the fact that she’d broken an eighty year long streak of not killing anybody she fed from. That didn’t include Joshua, she couldn’t allow a single thought of what had between them settle here, in an alleyway where she’d been … Vampires didn’t throw up, but just thinking too hard about what she’d done left her feeling like she would right now. She could tell herself it was a mistake all that she wanted, clinging on to what she trusted Lawrence would tell her, but the truth of the matter was that she’d been stupid. She knew better than this. Drunk, buzzing on whatever he’d been taking before she’d killed him, it didn’t matter, she was supposed to be Phoebe, in control, breezing through life like it didn’t touch even the toes of her Manolos.
Any high she’d been feeling earlier in the night had evaporated the moment Clayton had fallen. Now she wouldn’t have complained if the ground had opened up beneath her, pulling her down to smother in that darkness. He was dead because of her. Phoebe pressed her lips together, shaking her head as if she could deny Lawrence’s explanation. If there was some other reason for it, she could ease the entire weight of the blame for this off of her heart. The truth still lay at their feet though. She had fucked up and now she had to live with it, while Clayton’s family tried to come to terms with the fact that their son, their brother, would never come home. Perhaps like she had, they would sit in the room that had once been his, feeling as though their heart had been destroyed by a life snatched away too early.
Lawrence was only managing a few brief words at a time, but they were enough. Each chipping away at her doubts, reforming her image of what had happened here in her mind. Breaking her heart more, spilling blood from the wound as though she had been run through with a stake. It felt about the same as her eyes closed again. Tears spilling in a fresh wave. There were so few things she hadn’t managed to fix and this was going to join it now, ready to hammer itself back through her in her lowest moments.
”And if you had never turned them back on…” The feelings likely still would have come back. Insidious little waves of them tried to pull you under the way they had Lawrence eventually. Some vampires would scoff at the idea, but humanity always seemed to remain, even if it was just like a tickle in the back of your throat – easy to swallow away. ”I don’t know if I can handle this,” Phoebe whispered, trying to let the brush of Lawrence’s hand over her hair comfort her. She shuddered as she tried to draw in a breath, every inhalation only seeming to send more tears streaming down her face.
His face blurred as Lawrence pulled back, clearing only when she blinked the tears away. She’d never seemed to have a lack of confidence, fluffing her own ego as often as anybody else did, but hearing Lawrence’s confidence in her meant more than any of it. We’ll get through it. Finding him in Mystic Falls meant that neither one of them had to go through anything alone again. ”I wish I could turn the clock back. I wish I hadn’t let him buy me a drink in the first place.” But wishes wouldn’t make a difference, all she could do was pull herself back together with her brother’s help. ”I love you,” she said, her voice choked still. ”Neither one of us is alone now.” She had helped pull Lawrence out of his emotionless pit, and he was stopping her from drowning in her emotions now.
Drawing in a deep breath, Phoebe forced her fingers to uncurl from Lawrence’s shit. She risked a glance down at the body on the ground. He looked smaller somehow, fragile in a way he hadn’t been when he’d lifted her up as though she weighed nothing. ”Help me move him. He shouldn’t be laying here like this.” It was risky leaving a body in this state on the streets of this town, but she couldn’t bury him in a shallow grave out in the woods or toss him in a dumpster anywhere. Let someone find him and make suer he had a proper burial, let a family be able to grieve for what was lost instead of wondering where he was for years, just like she’d wondered where her brother had gone to.
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