Terra has... words with Count -insertname- (FACO help!!)

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Chapter 12: Broken

Brett told his story, breathing heavily as Terra rubbed his cold hands between hers.

Eventually, he stopped.

"What is it? Who was the one who turned you?" Her anger was quite clear as she ground the words out.

He winced, sliding his hands from hers. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She raised an eyebrow.

"You're a vampire. What else is there to believe?"

Brett's eyes drifted shut as he whispered, "Count Dracula."

Terra stiffened, the next second her nails dug into his cold skin with such force that blood trickled out from her nails.

"I'll kill him," she whispered. "I'll destroy him!"

Brett clamped a hand over her mouth. Horror bloomed in his eyes.

"No, you can't," he hissed in her ear, pulling her away from the doors. "He'll kill you, just like me." Terra threw him off of her.

"No he won't. I've seen him," she spat at Brett. "I will kill him. I'll make him pay." Brett stood silently, feeling the breeze from her passing body as she stepped back inside.

Nothing good would come of this, he was sure.

He took flight, leaving to feed. Anguish filled him as he hunted. Always this lust for blood.He had never wanted it. And he never would.He only hoped Terra would escape his fate.

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Dracula sat in his study, mindlessly tapping the file he was supposed to be writing out.

Running his hand across his head, he sighed. He wanted to be with Terra.

Here he could not even feel her presence, and it was like a chunk of his own being was missing.

The Count stood. Maybe feeding would ease his depressed state.

As he reached the window, the wind rolled over his body, enfolding him in a familiar scent.

He grinned, long fangs bared as he watched a dark bike pull up before the chateau, grinding to a halt. The driver flipping her leg over the side, throwing off her helmet.

Terra's hair shone in the moonlight, and his heart clenched.

Her face was not happy. If anything, it resembled a thundercloud, ready to break free and wreak destruction.

Feeling uneasy, he returned to his chair to wait for her.

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Terra stomped up the stairs of the mansion, heading for the Count's study, which he'd pointed out to her earlier.

As she practically ran up the stairs, Terra ripped her jacket off, freeing her arms.

She rolled her neck and cracked various points on her body as she ascended the stairs, getting ready to kick that bastard's ass to the moon and back.

He deserved to die for what he'd done. He'd taken away one of her best friend's mortality, condemned him to forever live in the shadows.

Cursed for eternity.

Her fingers clenched again and she leapt lightly onto the landing, uncurling her fingers and curling them around the study door.

She flung it wide open, striding into the room, her eyes narrowed as she watched the Count look up.

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"Terra?" He was confused. She looked like she wanted to rip his throat out. He rose from the chair, starting around the desk toward her.

She stood, watching him impassively, her eyes blazing.

"What's wrong?"

She suddenly dropped, her legs striking out, and he toppled, cracking his head pretty good on the marble floor.

Then she was kneeling over him, stake in hand.

"You," she hissed, face less than a foot from his, though he didn't dare try anything. "You are the problem."

The stake pressed into his skin, and he growled softly as she pressed down his shoulder, leaning closer.

"I trusted you. Trusted. You!" She laughed, the stake delving further through his skin. He did not flinch.

Silver didn't hurt him. But her words did.

"You. Bastard." The stake plunged into the floor through him and she bared her teeth, almost vampiric in her rage.

"You killed him! Took away everything he had to live for! And for what?! Petty revenge? An easy kill?" She spoke, her words catching in her throat.

"And then," she ripped the stake out. He muffled a yelp as she dragged it across his belly. "And then," she laughed, tapping his belt buckle with the- dangerously- pointed end of the stake.

"Oh yes, you made him a vampire. Couldn't resist, could you?" She shrugged her shoulders, still sitting on top of him. His claws clenched on either side of him, but he didn't grab her.

She laughed again, high and terrifying. "You just had to take away the one person I thought was-" She broke off, standing up and walking away a few paces.

He rose from the ground, rubbing his chest as he watched her. His eyes were snapping with power as he watched her hand, twitching on the stake as she stood with her back to him.

"I hate you." His heart broke. "I'm going to rip you into shreds. Just like you tore his life away from him; I'm going to kill you." His soul shattered.

Then his fangs lengthened as indescribable anger rose in him. How dare she... This-mortal.

She turned, lunging at him as his arm snaked out- and his claws were laced around her throat, piercing her windpipe as she choked, both hands gripping his wrist as he lifted her above him, watching as her face twisted in agony, the stake clattering to the ground, her teeth clenching; her blood, running- flowing, dripping down, over him, over her body...

And he realized what he'd done.

His claws were locked; buried in her throat, and she was dying.

Blood ran down her throat as she heaved, her lungs filling with the sticky liquid. Her eyes were deep pits; pits of sorrow as she stared down at him.

Her hands slipped from his arm, and her head began a slow- fatally slow fall backwards as she hung limp on his claws.

His fingers spread wide, and she slid down from his grasp, his bloodied hand passing through her hair as she crumpled on the ground.

His knees buckled as he gripped her shoulders, turning her upwards. He dragged her onto his legs as he cradled her.

"No, Terra- no, no no.. I didn't mean- I'm sorry, sorry so sorry... no..come back!" Bloody tears spattered her white face.

He listened; her heartbeat had vanished. Her chest was still, her body not quite cool.

"I won't let you die," he whispered, his hand passing over her torn throat. He lowered his head to her throat, running his tongue over the wound.

It healed instantly, but she didn't stir. It was then that the direness of the situation truly hit him, and he snapped.

His fist slammed down onto her chest, over her heart. A sudden click in his ears, and he pressed his head to her chest. A slight flutter of a beat.

He breathed into her mouth, pushing on her chest again as he listened frantically for something; anything!

Then it started, a burst of heat beneath his palm, and her heart started with a jump. Slowly, her blood began to flow sluggishly through her body, slow at first, but it began to rush as her back heaved.

She rolled off of his knees, heaving as she coughed, trying to breathe. She was on all fours, fingers digging into the floor.

"Terra.." he reached out, his hand laying on her shoulder.

She jerked away from him. "Don't touch me," she rasped, her throat hoarse and gravelly.

He looked at her; covered in blood and weak, her eyes betraying her immense hatred of him.

Look what you've done, a voice whispered in his mind.

I know, he thought. I've ruined everything.

She managed to drag herself upright, clutching her ribs as she struggled with keeping her breathing even.

"Terra, please," he begged, hand stretching out again.

She moved away, towards the door, leaving the floor streaked with blood behind her.

"Goodbye, Count." She whispered, "I'll see you in Hell."

Then she was gone, the doorway empty and cold. A minute later, he heard the roar of her engine as she fled.

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Terra heard the broken cry rise into the night behind her, and she groaned as her throat clenched. Rubbing under the helmet, she tried to focus on the road.

It was blurry; why was it blurry? The whole world seemed to swim before her eyes, and she barely felt the crushing pain as she fell off of the road, taking her bike with her.

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MAAhhh!!

Please don't flame me! I have good reasons for effing everything up, so be patient.

Dracula: You're begging to be slaughtered at midnight dearest.

Hadasah: Shutup, you know what's going to happen, so beat it.

Dracula: Have it your way. -sigh-

:( Now i'm sad.

What on earth is going on with Terra?! And the Count? And her accident? And Brett?

Next chapters!!!!