Vampire Diaries| One Tree Hill| Supernatural
Triangles: Damon/Brooke/Lucas, Dean/Haley/Nathan, Rachel/Sam/Peyton
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Love's Bloodier Than Hell
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Swoosh, Swoosh…
Devilish wings flapped above the cathedral's widowed peaks with the force of a hurricane. Harsh frequencies literally ruptured oak support beams at the treacherous demon's swift pace. Its unconscionable strength, sinful hunger left dagger-like splinters to shower down on the Holy Sanctuary in its wake. And under the devil bird's terror, the church transformed into an open grave. Meanwhile, angelic statutes murmured silent prayers for lost souls.
Perhaps for one tortured soul in particular…
"Please! Please!" The bald priest trembled from head to toe, voice riddled with fear. "I am a man of - PLEASE!"
Evil, pure unadulterated iniquity guided the haunting crow pass the columned pews towards the racing priest. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from certain death. Darkness shrouded the fleeing human in a maze he couldn't escape. Yet, hard soles banged against the linoleum flooring in a last ditch effort for survival. Father Clarence's larger body zigzagged away from the raging predator.
Swoosh, Swoosh…
Sweat soaked through his pores as his heart rate increased tenfold. Merciless beats pounded painfully against his ribcage like an iron sledge hammer crafting a blade. Each heartbeat rendered him without energy, faith slipping between his grasp. All the Holy man could think to do was prolong his life in one of three confessionals. Mature eyes focused on the curtained confessional boxes and Father Clarence bolted towards the small cutaway.
"This is a sin! An act of evil!" Desperate breaths spilled from the victim's mouth. "To do this is to ask for eternal damnation! You shall never reach Heaven."
Ridiculous. Damon Salvatore knew nothing of Heaven or Hell like his maker before him. However, the vampire was extremely annoyed with his victim. First begging – a terrible attribute of lesser beings - and now hiding. For weeks, he'd been feasting off livestock until he almost made himself sick. It had been too risky to taste human blood after his killing spree in North Dakota three weeks ago but now the coast was clear to indulge once more.
Unfortunately, this human just refused to sit still and accept his fate.
The wicked fowl unleashed sharp talons in utter irritation. Father Clarence reached the confessional almost one millisecond before Damon could pounce. Grabbing the ragged curtain, wrinkled hands yanked the hidden space into view. Speeding up the flap of his wings, the predator swooped in for the ominous tackle just as the father jumped into the small room.
"Thank GOD!"
The old priest pulled the cloth over the opening. He'd escaped the wild animal before it could attack him. Relief washed over his body and he stumbled back towards the wall. Fumbling fingers hit his forehead then crossed over his chest in a silent prayer of thanks. There was barely any sound but his haggard breath until -POW!
His back collided with a muscular arrangement of arms and a burling chest. Fear quickened the priest's step and he swung on his left foot. His entire body whipped around to face whoever was in the box with him. Upon coming face to face, the Father Clarence met with bone chilling sapphire irises. There was no light to see the males face, but his eyes were stronger than burning embers.
Blue gazes penetrated the priest's soul and shocked him into submission.
"Forgive me father…" Airy yet deep tenor filled the confessional. "For I am about to sin," Grrr, growls slipped from Damon's cool tongue as his fangs retracted. Humor bubbled from his deep tone, "See, I'm about to suck you dry and probably enjoy every single second of it. Is there penance for that?"
"I, I, I-I-Iya, I…"
Father Clarence could barely spit out the words before Damon's massive right hand swung out towards him. Long finger smacked hard against his neck and wrapped around his throat. With little to no physical strength, the Vampire cut off the pathway to his windpipe. The Father kicked out his legs at the vampire frantically. Large arms swung at the handsome demon's face and arms to no avail.
Slap, Slap, heavy fist smacked into the Vampires tightening arms. The blood sucker watched as the whites of his eyes began to bulge from the sockets. Watery substance slipped from the grey lashes down his cheeks. The sight was horribly sickening and would force anyone to have mercy - anyone except a Salvatore. Instead, Damon crushed his neck slowly, feeling veins coursing wildly against his palm.
Maybe, just maybe he should allow this Priest to live if he could endure such torture without bargaining like most of his victims.
"UGH! ARGH! Stttttop!" The priest gasped loudly, "Ahhh!" I'll do anything.
Anything? Now, that was fucking hilarious to say the least. A Holy man bargaining for his life was simply astonishing. Would he turn his back on his GOD? His beliefs? What a waste! It was as if Damon lost all respect for him the moment the thought slipped into his head. Human, such immoral yet judgmental beings. He truly hated them all for their percussion of his kind thought his brother was the exact opposite.
"Anything?"
A nod and a whimper.
It was sort of fun playing with those delicious little humans.
"I want you to…" Wicked eyes narrowed, "Die."
"ArghNOOO!" His scream died on his lips as Damon pounced on the poor man. Sharp teeth stabbed into his neck without conscious. Salted knives might have been punching into flesh with the agony that rippled thought the man's body. All of his muscles hardened before exploding into twitches. "OoohGOD!"
Damon's left land wrapped around the man's mouth to destroy any remaining sound that might seep from his strangled throat. Liquid spilled into his mouth like a tidal wave. Narrowed lips suctioned to the bloody neck and pulled the blood from the wholes. Gallons seemed to spill over his face and onto his favorite black leather jacket. Not that he cared when the priest's blood was going undesirably cold.
It wasn't enough.
The famished vampire sucked harder to quench his thirst. Soon all movements ceased from the father and Damon could feel his stomach rumble. One more person would suffice but who the hell would be out of their beds at 3:30 AM in some shitty hick town like Tree Hill, North Carolina? Who the hell would be wake to open their door and invite him into their house at 3:30 in this shit-hole?
Should have drunk one of those CW skanks when I had the chance.
Damon tossed the priest on the floor warily. The old man's body slumped against the small seat in the confessional and his heels slipped out of the curtain. Furrowed brows crinkled at the dead man rather hopeless. Now, he would have to wait another couple of hours to eat because this priest had died way too quickly.
Great, just frickin' great!
"Hello!? Anyone here?"
A loud rasp rang throughout the church and tickled the vampire's side. Another glorious meal to devour; perhaps his today would be even more marvelous than he'd planned. It was a female voice - Sultry and Smokey. He could her smell honey and spicy kiwi scent boiling from hot blood. The Vampire was certain she would taste more appetizing than any other meal he'd eaten in the past couple of centuries.
She was something he would want to drain slowly and savoir every drop. An incessant need to have this girl's blood made his hunger level rise until he was incensed. Looking down at the priest, he realized that the corpses feel were still hanging out in the aisle. Quickly, Damon dragged the body inward and crumbled the corpse's feet together. The undead male kicked the corpse into an odd crouching shape.
Sticking his arm out from the confessional, he waved her towards his box. "Come here, my child."
This is going to be too easy.
He expected her to actually come to his box but instead the girl seemed to slide into the opposite side. Damon's nose twitched and he could smell the resentment and anger oozing through her bones. Hmm, perhaps this delectable treat should be approached differently. After all, what fun would it be to kill her without having a little fun first?
"Forgive me father for I have sinned."
Damon took a seat next to his first victim in order to hear the second one. A grin playing at his mouth, sparkling irises stared through the black sliding screen. "What is it my child?" Ha-ha, my as in my breakfast, he snickered candidly. "What troubles such a young, tantalizing soul?"
The female seemed to ignore the teasing tone of his voice, "I've been having really bad, bad thoughts, Father."
"Really?" Now this peaked his interest. Pale hands rose to his mouth and wiped away some of Father Clarence's blood. "What could you have possibly thought that was so-" He smirked even as she mocked her, "Bad - bad."
"Well," The girl bristled inside to the confessional pretty loudly. Anger and rage burst from her in a rasping exclamation, "I thought about murdering my slut of a best friend by ripping her huge lollipop head off and using it to hammer by squinty man-whore of an ex into Pucas ashes."
Damon fought the laughter building in his chest at the crazed females angry. She could possibly be sicker than him – no, not really- but her murderous exclamations were… oh so enticing. Something about her attitude struck him as magnetic and stimulated other portions of his anatomy besides his belly... Oh, this one might be worth a slow death after all.
"…And," She continued in frustration, "I every time I see them I just wanna stab that slutty whor-um" she fumbled to correct herself. "Sorry, father I mean that slore and 'mope hair having' Scott jerk, I wanna just gut them like they did me when they cheated. Half the time I just want Lucas and Peyton both dead."
Vindictive little bitch.
"Well, you've come to the right place." Tough hands weaved through his flaring frayed tresses. This time he couldn't help the hearty chuckle that irrupted. Finally there was something and someone interesting in this country town. "Ha-ha, I have a guarantee from the highest powers that your prayers will be answered."
A lot like McDonald's, he enjoyed HAPPY MEALS.
And this delicious entree wouldn't be just perfect to drain until they were dead.
There was silence but Damon could feel her heart rate increasing. THUMP, THUMP, THUM-THUMP! She was getting frightened by his suggestion. So frightened that her thoughts hit him rapidly: Dead- no, I can't be responsible for that! That's not what I mean, well it is but no. B. Davis, what the hell did you do? Holy shit, I was just venting! And what sort of priest doesn't find this troubling? THUMP, THUMP, THUM-THUMP!
Now this little game would be fun if nothing else.
Tonight, he just might let her live.
"Who the hell are you?"
Cavernous and rumbling, "Ha-ha, wouldn't you like to know." Another laugh filled the confessional, "B. Davis."
He knew her name…?
Chill bumps filled her body but the brunette refused to back down to whoever this creep was. Knew she was Brooke Davis, she was infamous around town as the resident Cheer Captain and IT GIRL but what if he was some serial killer. The girl thrust out her arms towards the curtain and swung open the exit. Cool air hit thin little hairs on her arms as the brunette popped out of the confessional. Without fear, she raced over to the priest station and pulled the curtain open.
Swoosh, Swoosh…
Sudden wings flung in her face before a bird like figure zoomed past. Sheer force knocked the brunette back on her tiny feet. Pew catching her back, Brooke's ass slammed down on the wooden pews arm rest. Delicate hands rose up to her face and she screamed as loudly as possible. Piercing shrieking echoed off the church walls and she couldn't breathe.
"AH! Oh my GOD!"
It took mere seconds for her stomach to turn rancid. Removing her hands from her eyes, she was welcomed to a grotesque sight. Crimson fluid covered the dark floor like a jet-black sea. And in the mist of the blood was a corpse folded together like a letter. Chunks of his neck lay near the bloody mass of liquid. Only an animal could do that, right?
Food pushed up from her stomach into her esophagus. Reflexively, the brunette tossed long stands forward and began to regurgitate bile. "Ugh," Brooke wiped her mouth before reaching into the jean skirt pocket. Quickly, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911. "Help, a man has been slaughtered."
***
"How is she?"
For the past forty-eight hours Haley James had been bombarded with the same questions from strangers. Every student in Tree Hill wanted to know how her best friend, Brooke Davis, was reacting or not reacting to finding the town Priest slaughtered. Rumor had it she hadn't spoken to anyone and it was up to the strawberry blonde tutor to speak for her BFF.
Seated in at the mall's food court, Haley waited for her friend to show up after missing two days of school. Not that Brooke agreed to show up, but Haley figured she could at least try. The mall was busy and filled with nosey shoppers. They swung shopping bags back and forth and ushered their children away from toy stores. Honey hued eyes focused on the display windows and clothing that would undoubtedly cheer up her best friend.
In fact, she was so engrossed that she was caught off guard at Lucas Scott's question.
"Hales, I said: how is she?" the blonde boy's blue pupils stared down at his childhood friend. They'd always told each other everything since they were little but since Lucas cheated with Peyton, Haley had been extremely distant. "I mean, I called her house but her parents won't answer and-"
"They're out of town." Haley glared up at him, glasses slipping to the bridge of her nose. "You might know that if you were not chasing Peyton like the last-"
"Hales, stop okay!" His hands lifted to halt her.
Shaking his head, blonde tangles flopped. Believe it or not, he genuinely gave a rat's ass about Brooke Davis. Even though he and Peyton had a deeper connection, he couldn't deny to his heart that he couldn't go on living without knowing she was okay. "Hales, I know what I did to her was wrong, but I never meant to hurt her."
Eyes rolled at his statement as they always did, "You know Luke," The tutor pushed her JLO frames up to get a good look at him. "You should have that line patented because you use it all the time while steadily hurting people. Do you put the MORON in oxymoron or what?"
She hated him more than Brooke did, he assumed.
"I still care about her."
"Don't," Blonde hair flipped over her shoulder as she turned away from him. "You are dating the same girl you cheated on her with. Her BEST FRIEND, so I suggest you crawl back into your own little hole and hide like the coward you are."
"Hales-"
"LUKE! HALEY!"
Speak of the devil, a massive bundle of blonde curls ran over to the twosome. Her smile was slighted once she saw Haley's scowl. It hurt to know that in the process of gaining a boyfriend she lost two of her best friends: Brooke and Haley. They had been the three Amigos until she couldn't tame her love or what everyone with a brain called lust, for Lucas.
Still, she was worried for Brooke.
"How is she, Hales?"
"None of your business!"
Peyton cut her eyes at Lucas whom stared silently at the floor. Green eyes focused on the seat blonde as her pants pocket began to vibrate. BZZZ… It was loud and tickled Haley's thigh repeatedly. Lucas and Peyton leaned closer to the tutor as she pulled her phone from her pockets. They all knew what it said TEXT MESSAGE FROM TIGGER!
Haley opened the message in a hurry.
Cm 2 my house, dnt b follow'd
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