Ooooh, Rahab, you son of a- Oh, HealerAriel, at your service. Heh, sorry,
thinking out loud. Oh, by the way, R_V, your house now has fireplaces if it
didn't already.
I stared between them. Jen and Rahab. On the couch. They looked back at me.
"Mona, let me explain," Jen begged.
"No, Jen," I said, the rage and hate boiling up inside me like acid. "Don't explain. I understand perfectly."
"This isn't what it looks like," Rahab insisted.
"Then exactly what the hell is it?" I hissed. I couldn't remember ever having been so utterly hurt and utterly pissed at the same time. More pissed than hurt, really.
"It's...uh...well, actually..."
"What?" I demanded. "You can't think of any excuse? Well doesn't that fucking figure? Just do me a favor, you bloodsucking bastard: don't ever speak to me again."
"Mona-"
"I SAID LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, YOU SHIT!" I screamed. "YOU'RE JUST AS FUCKING BAD AS *HIM*!!" I jerked my head toward Raziel.
"That hurt," he said, smirking from his place in the doorway. Vampires feel no remorse, I guess.
"Oh, get out of my damn way, you lech," I spat at Raziel. He shrugged and didn't move. I elbowed him in the stomach hard enough to make him yelp, and pushed past him, running the whole way to my room. I heard Dumah yell about his liquor, but I ignored him. He could get his own damn alcohol, I decided, as I slammed and locked my door. I light the fireplace and scanned the room. There was pounding on my door.
"Mona! Would you just let me-" I cut him off.
"You blew it, vampire," I snapped.
"I didn't mean to hurt you!" Rahab insisted.
"Yeah, well, actions speak louder than words, you fucker," I replied. I picked up the book he'd given me. Ripped out a page. Threw it into the flames.
"Mona...what's burning?"
"The funeral pyres of my affection for you," I remarked, ripping out a new handful of pages, crumpling them, and throwing them in as well. This was slow going. I yanked the book in half with a lovely tearing sound, and let both halves join the previous fire sacrifices. Watched as the pages curled and blackened, and eventually burst into flame. I pulled the flowers out of their vases and threw them in, too. Black smoke was filling my room, and I didn't care. I wanted every trace of evidence from my relationship with him gone. Made into ash. Like my heart.
"You're over-reacting!" he yelled. In a flash of rage, I picked up a vase and, upon opening the door, smashed the end against the wall and slashed him across the face with the broken edges. He looked at me with a strange expression as blood gushed from the fast-healing cuts. Not a bad injury for a vampire, but I dearly hoped it hurt.
"Don't you ever come near me again," I ordered. I slammed the door in his face, and sat down on my bed. I tried not to cry.
Ah, what now? On to R_V!
I stared between them. Jen and Rahab. On the couch. They looked back at me.
"Mona, let me explain," Jen begged.
"No, Jen," I said, the rage and hate boiling up inside me like acid. "Don't explain. I understand perfectly."
"This isn't what it looks like," Rahab insisted.
"Then exactly what the hell is it?" I hissed. I couldn't remember ever having been so utterly hurt and utterly pissed at the same time. More pissed than hurt, really.
"It's...uh...well, actually..."
"What?" I demanded. "You can't think of any excuse? Well doesn't that fucking figure? Just do me a favor, you bloodsucking bastard: don't ever speak to me again."
"Mona-"
"I SAID LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, YOU SHIT!" I screamed. "YOU'RE JUST AS FUCKING BAD AS *HIM*!!" I jerked my head toward Raziel.
"That hurt," he said, smirking from his place in the doorway. Vampires feel no remorse, I guess.
"Oh, get out of my damn way, you lech," I spat at Raziel. He shrugged and didn't move. I elbowed him in the stomach hard enough to make him yelp, and pushed past him, running the whole way to my room. I heard Dumah yell about his liquor, but I ignored him. He could get his own damn alcohol, I decided, as I slammed and locked my door. I light the fireplace and scanned the room. There was pounding on my door.
"Mona! Would you just let me-" I cut him off.
"You blew it, vampire," I snapped.
"I didn't mean to hurt you!" Rahab insisted.
"Yeah, well, actions speak louder than words, you fucker," I replied. I picked up the book he'd given me. Ripped out a page. Threw it into the flames.
"Mona...what's burning?"
"The funeral pyres of my affection for you," I remarked, ripping out a new handful of pages, crumpling them, and throwing them in as well. This was slow going. I yanked the book in half with a lovely tearing sound, and let both halves join the previous fire sacrifices. Watched as the pages curled and blackened, and eventually burst into flame. I pulled the flowers out of their vases and threw them in, too. Black smoke was filling my room, and I didn't care. I wanted every trace of evidence from my relationship with him gone. Made into ash. Like my heart.
"You're over-reacting!" he yelled. In a flash of rage, I picked up a vase and, upon opening the door, smashed the end against the wall and slashed him across the face with the broken edges. He looked at me with a strange expression as blood gushed from the fast-healing cuts. Not a bad injury for a vampire, but I dearly hoped it hurt.
"Don't you ever come near me again," I ordered. I slammed the door in his face, and sat down on my bed. I tried not to cry.
Ah, what now? On to R_V!