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Title: Broken
Disclaimer: I do not own Daughters of the Moon
A/N: Enjoy this chapter! And while reading Sons of the Dark, Escape, I've come to realize that I hate Ashley...a lot! She such a total cocky, slutty, annoying girl! But maybe she'll change... But I love Maddie! She's so weird, and I like it! Well, enjoy:D
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Chapter Four
Spray Paint
Cassandra bit back another sob, as she stumbled into the apartment. The pain inside of her had become stronger, causing her crying and weeping to grow louder. Los Angeles held nothing more for her, so why not just runaway? She then laughed bitterly. Runaway from what? Her own misery? It would just catch up to her again, mocking her.
She patted the ground for the lamp's cord, and after finding it, she plugged it in. The light slowly flickered on. Cassandra sat up and walked over to the stubby couch. Her hands searched her leather jacket for the wallet, and with a smirk, she pulled out the leathery material. Opening it, she was angered to see only a twenty dollar bill.
" Twenty bucks!" she yelled, her frustration rising, then threw the wallet across the room. She then drew a cigarette from her pocket and pulled out a lighter. Its cold, metallic slickness sent chills up Cassandra's arm. She moved the flame under the cigarette before drawing it back and taking in the foul odor of cigar smoke. She laughed at the sign plastered on the wall: No smoking inside.
Stuffing the twenty into her jacket pocket, Cassandra leaned back against the couch and inhaled the air. Her lungs filled with smoke and the thick smell of nicotine, but she ignored it. She slowly closed her eyes, and without putting the cigarette out, fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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Cassandra awoke with a start, her heart beating rapidly. " Damn", she whispered. It was the nightmare again, the one that had plagued her sleep everynight. Even though the Atrox was no longer inside of her, she still held the same memories.
A seering pain began to form on her thigh, and she looked down. Her cigarette was creating a burn mark in her thigh with a loud hiss. Quickly, Cassandra threw the cigarette off her, and sat up, patting the burn mark.
" Great, I'll be scared for life..." she whispered. Wait...She already was.
Cassandra picked up the cigarette and marched outside. At the door, she took in a deep breath of air, then cautiously peeked outside, alart of any danger. Nothing was in the alleyway. She stepped out, and threw the cigarette to the ground, and began stomping on many times. Something snapped inside of her, and the feeling of stomping again, and again on the cigarette, made her happy. It's what he did to me, she thought. But, this is what I'll do to him...
She stood outside, shivering, and wondering what time it was. Looking up at the sky, and how it was lighter(But still dark), she assumed that it had to be about 4:30. Can't sleep, so I might as well go out.
Cassandra was amazed at how fast she had recovered from her fear. Maybe the knowledge that there were worse things than being raped or killed, gave her confidence and the will to keep on going. Going where? Maybe to the last place she should be, or maybe she would go to the one place that would give her comfort. Or, go to the one place, her heart wouldn't be able to bare. Back to...him. They -him and her- were never close. Just two puppets of the Atrox, assigned to Stanton. But, she needed someone to confide in each lonely, dark night. And right now, she needed Tymmie.
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Cassandra knew it was forbidden for Tymmie to even give her one, small glance, but he was brave. But, she also knew he wasn't stupid. He wasn't stupid enough to join her and her plot for revenge. So why would he see her? A part of her soul told her that he would, yes...he would. So, she kept on walking down the street, a flicker of hope in her eyes.
" Hope...", she whispered. Was there any hope left?
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There he was, vandilating a building. She smirked, and walked over toward him, careful to make her mind blank. But, the fumes from the spray paint caused her to let out a cough. He turned sharply, but then, to her surprise, smirked.
" What are you doing to here?" he asked, his voice cold and harsh just like any other follower.
" I need comfort", she replyed. But, it was true.
" Well, you're not gonna find it from me", he said, not even giving her a glance. He was to busy spray painting the wall of a liquor store, creating many random tags. This wasn't like him. He was taught to be secretive, and to avoid the police's watch. Apparently he didn't care.
" What are you doing?" Cassandra asked, staring up at his design.
He didn't respond, just kept on doing what he was doing, ignoring the outcast like his good-old master commanded him to do.
She carefully walked over to him, and picked up red spray can. He glanced at her, but continued nonetheless. Shaking it, she started spraying the wall, not exactly sure what she was creating. Her hand moved on its own acord, making many curves and lines on the wall. She simply ignored the horrible smell coming from the spray, and continued on her work. Before she knew what was going on, she had created a bloody heart, veins and all. She grabbd a different color, and created a dagger, piercing the fragile heart.
" Someobody's violent", Tymmie mocked. He kicked over the remaining spray cans, turned, and walked away. Cassandra quickly dropped the spray can, and ran up to him.
" Thanks for the talk", she said.
" I didn't say anything", Tymmie repyled, cocking an eyebrow, and brushing past her.
" But you did... You didn't walk away..." Tymmie stopped, as if contemplating if he should stay, then continued down the street, hands in the pockets of his ripped up jeans. Cassandra smiled like some child, and turned back to her creation.
" I think I found my new tattoo", she told herself, before turning, and walking back to the apartment. This twenty will come in use, after all...
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Tymmie! Hehe. Okay, as u may have noticed, Cassie will start encountering many people. Daughters, followers, and even minor people like Yvonne, maybe. Then you'll see all the kinds of affect they'll have on her.