Previous Author's Note: Wooooo-ee, this one was a toughie. I had a real hard time writing this one, especially the ending. I'm still working on how to write horrific events, so if this chapter seems rushed and/or not so awesome, I apologize in advance. Hopefully you'll be kind enough to pass on some kindly advice.
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Author's Note 7/30/12: Now on this chapter I felt like there was a lot of confusion. So I tried to clear it up a bit in a way I saw fit. I hope you all like it!
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Friday was still sitting at the bar, worried about Violet. Even though she had told Friday to finish her drink, she hadn't touched it since the moment Violet left. What was going on with her lately? Violet had been acting weird since the moment Friday arrived at her door. It was true that she had a lot of off moments considering all that happened in her life, but Violet was a strong person. She could always find the brightside to any situation. "It could be worse", she would say. And if Violet ever got into any trouble, she always managed to sort things out. That's just who she was. Tough, but not too tough. She was both a lover and a fighter. But this time was different: Friday could feel it.
"Why the long face?"
Friday looked up, startled. She was so deep in thought that she didn't see the man who was now standing next to her. He was lean and lanky, with a wild long blonde hair and Robin egg blue eyes. He looked rough around the edges in all the leather he was wearing, but nothing that Friday couldn't fend off.
Finding her jumpiness funny, she laughed. "Oh my God, you scared the shit outta me."
The man laughed with her. He flashed a flirtatious smile. "Not to badly I hope, because I came over here so I could buy you a drink."
Friday smirked as she held up her glass. "Thanks, but I already have one."
He put his elbows on the bar and sighed. "That's too bad; a girl like you shouldn't have to pay for your own drinks."
Friday raised an eyebrow. "A girl like me knows how to take care of herself without a guy."
The man leaned in a little, looking her right in the eyes. "Well it wouldn't hurt to keep you company, would it? Even a fine lady like yourself needs someone to talk to."
Friday rolled her eyes at his flattery but smiled anyway. She normally wouldn't associate with this kind of guy. Sure he was good looking, but his ego could be deflated a bit. He seemed like the sort that was irresponsible and got into a serious trouble. Definitely not what Friday needed at all. Yet for some reason, she found him interesting. Maybe it was out of curiosity. Maybe it was her lack of better judgment due to the alcohol. Whichever it was, Friday was about to allow herself to associate with him and didn't really mind the possible consequences.
"Go right ahead," she said before she sipped her drink.
He grinned happily as he sat on the stool next to her. Friday stuck out her hand. "I'm Friday."
The smile widened on the man's face as he shook it. "The name's Paul."
Marko thoroughly enjoyed the expression on Violet's face when she realized he was coming straight for her. Her green eyes were wide, her mouth slightly agape. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights; beautifully priceless. He was a little surprised that she was still standing in the same position then when she stepped out of the bathroom. Most would be running by now, but Violet was perfectly still. It was as if fate was on Marko's side and froze Violet's momentum for him. He slowed his pace a little to see if she would actually move. Her feet were still glued to the floor even as he was standing in front of her. His sea green eyes were tinged with a yellowish orange as Marko looked straight into Violet's. If he was standing any closer to her, their noses would be touching. The humming noise in his ears was so loud that he could hardly hear his own voice: "You're dead."
Violet could not believe her eyes. Was she having another nightmare? She desperately wished so. She could have sworn she was dreaming when she saw Marko marching through the mass of people right toward her; the moment he was standing in front of her with a hellish look in his eyes. The humming in her ears buzzed so loudly that she barely heard him when he spoke the words "You're dead." If Violet wasn't awake then, she certainly was now. His gloved hands gripped her shoulders so tightly that they'd probably leave bruises. Now she was moving away from the spot where her feet were stuck to. Marko was dragging her into the short dark in the back of the bar that led to the back door. She wanted to scream and kick, wanted to reach for the knife that was hidden in the lining of her jacket, she wanted to fight to get away from him, but her body didn't comply. Her arms and legs were limp as he threw her into the brick wall like a ragdoll. Violet could hardly breathe. Marko's eyes went from the slightly orange color to hellfire red. Murderous vengeance glared at Violet, and for the first time in her life she felt truly afraid. 'This is it. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to fucking die.' The words chanted over and over in Violet's mind as Marko leaned into her.
The bloodlust in Marko was so strong he could hardly control himself. After just one bite, it would all be over. All his problems would go away and everything would go back to the way it was. She didn't move, she didn't scream; Violet was hardly breathing. She was the perfect prey. But he couldn't just kill her right away. He wanted to be cruel with Violet. He wanted her to cry and beg. She was going to suffer until she was well beyond the breaking point. Revenge was going to be so sweet. Never before had anyone made Marko so infuriated. He wanted to demolish her since the moment she had fired that bullet into his chest, but Max's orders had been standing in his way. There was no stopping him this time. Max couldn't protect Violet now. A sadistic smirk spread across Marko's face as he leaned into Violet's neck and inhaled her scent. Fear was clearly evident, along with whiskey and cigarette smoke, but there was a particular smell that Marko found intriguing. It was faint, which forced him to breathe in deeper. The scent was both woodsy and exotic, reminding him of a far away land. He struggled to place a name with it yet it on the tip of his tongue.
"Your scent is intoxicating," Marko sighed.
Violet flinched at the tone of his voice. She squirmed against the brick wall to move away from him, but Marko held her in place. The fangs in his mouth unleashed themselves. He snapped his teeth at Violet's throat, chuckling when a yelp escaped from her lips.
Marko moved to look her in the face."It's a shame that I have to kill you like this, you know. You should at least put up a fight."
Violet turned her head away. She couldn't bear to look at his face. The nightmares played in her mind as if they were mocking her. Only none of them compared to this. In her nightmares she could always wake up and shove them away. The reality was setting now that death was staring her in the face. There was no escaping it this time.
Marko pushed her to the ground ruthlessly. He towered over her trembling form. "Turns out you're just like all the others. You're pathetic."
As soon as those words came out of his mouth, the petrified state of Violet's body vanished. Her arms and legs lifted from the ground into a powerful stance. Energy pulsed through her like an electric current. Something came over her that she had no control of. 'What the hell is happening to me?' That thought quickly died and all she could see was red. Instantly her movements turned animalistic and her hand grabbed Marko's throat.
"Don't you dare touch me" Violet hissed in a voice barely recognizable as her own.
Marko writhed in pain as a violent force took over him. The light hum turned into a deafening ring in his ears. His head throbbed in excruciating agony. The touch of Violet's hand burned, like her skin was made of fire. Marko groaned as the pain overcame his body and forced him to kneel. Images flashed before his eyes. Some were of his past life, some of the dreams. How was she doing this? No human could possibly have this kind of power. Violet's eyes glowed eerily bright. Was she human? Finally Marko found the strength to pry her hand away. Violet gasped at the sudden release. Her body slumped to the floor and felt weak. Her other arm gripped the hand that was attached to Marko's throat. A light numbing went through her like she was shocked by an electrical outlet. The red began to fade away from Violet's vision and she could now see that was on the ground. As her vision cleared, she looked from her hand up to Marko and to her hand again.
"What the fuck just happened?" she asked in a confused tone. Marko stared at her incredulously.
"I should be asking you the same question" he said as he used the opposite wall to help him up. Marko stood there for a moment with his eyes closed gasping for the breath that his immortal body didn't need.
His face was no longer morphed and his body didn't burn, but he was still weak from the pain. Now he knew why Max wanted to keep her alive. With a power like that, the damage Violet could inflict on someone would possibly be fatal. The question was did she know it herself?
I hope this is much clearer than the original. I know there are still a lot of questions to be answered, but in the meantime this should make a bit more sense. Reviews and constructive criticism are always appreciated!