Writers: Marking a Murderer
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spongetastic(backdated in verse to Sundayish)
"The problem with you is that you're too nice. You still have a heart. Me? I don't have that problem anymore."
The room was dark except for a fire crackling in the corner. Peter’s eyes were fixed on the ceiling and he watched as the shadows danced above him. A log snapped under the fire’s consumption. Footsteps came over the tiled floor.
“I have to say, I’m very disappointed, Peter.” He swallowed, instantly recognizing his sire’s voice. “The human is still alive.”
“Did you really think I would kill her just to save myself?” Peter snapped angrily. Raul stepped closer into the empath’s line of vision. He held a cross in his gloved hand. Smiling, he set the cross on Peter’s bare skin. Peter gritted his teeth against the scalding pain.
“You killed once before.”
“It was an accident,” Peter sighed. “I didn’t mean to kill that man, and his death… still haunts me. I will never kill another human again. No matter what you try.”
“Disappointing.” Raul dragged the cross up Peter’s torso and back down again. “A father shouldn’t choose favorites, but you are certainly one of mine. But you simply refuse to accept your place in this family.”
Peter said nothing. He couldn’t: it was taking all of his energy to keep from screaming in pain as the cross continued to make its way across his shoulders and down to his stomach. He couldn’t move away because Raul had silver binding the empath’s arms and legs to the table.
“She’s just a human, Peter,” Raul continued quietly. “You may think you love her now, but it won’t last. Humans are weak creatures.” Anger seeped through his tone. “Do you know how I died, Peter?”
“They killed you,” Peter responded quietly. “They thought you were a witch, so they hung you.”
“Yes.” Raul removed the cross, only to bring out a silver knife. Without even a warning he jammed the knife into Peter’s stomach. This time Peter couldn’t help crying out. He could feel the silver burn his skin and muscle. “Humans haven’t changed much since then.”
“You’re wrong.” Peter jerked as the knife was pulled out of him, and plunged again between his ribs. “She… she loves me. She…”
“She’s going to marry you,” Raul finished the thought. “Yes, I know. Bo’s been keeping an eye on you and Caleb.” He pulled the knife in again and stuck it in Peter’s side this time. Now there were three bleeding wounds. “Did you really think I was stupid enough to trust Caleb with watching you?”
“Caleb…,” Peter groaned.
“I’ll deal with him,” Raul promised. He took the knife and this time stabbed Peter in the heart. If it were wood, Peter would be dead. As it was he was just in excruciating pain. “You still have a heart,” Raul murmured thoughtfully. “I don’t have that problem.”
“Are you… going to kill me?” Peter asked.
“Oh, no.” A smile formed on Raul’s lips, his fangs gleaming in the firelight. “Killing would be too easy. Eternity is so much more painful.” He ripped out the knife harder than was necessary. Peter could see his sire was enjoying this. “You are a monster, Peter. The sooner you learn that, the better.”
“I’m not… a monster,” Peter argued.
“No?” Raul loomed over the younger vampire. “We’ll see.” He slashed Peter across the face with the knife; Peter yelped feeling it slice through his skin. “I’ll be reading should you need anything.” And with that Raul relaxed in his favorite chair.
Peter knew what Raul wanted him to do, but he refused. He would just lay there and bleed. But as time passed he grew more light-headed from the loss. Soon he would pass out.
“Raul, please,” he called out. “Give me blood.” Raul snapped his fingers and a human was brought out. Peter dazedly noted that it was a male his size, and Danielle was guiding the man inside. Peter hungrily grabbed the man’s wrist and started to drink. At some point his binds were undone, and he had the man by the throat.
Peter drank and drank, feeling each wound close as he took in more of the man’s blood. He could feel the human’s heart slow but this time Peter couldn’t manage to stop himself. He kept drinking until the man was drained of blood. Peter pulled back, shuddering.
“You may not be a monster yet, Peter,” Raul said quietly, “but you are a murderer.” He smiled, running his finger along Peter’s cheek. “I wonder what your pretty human will think of that?”
Peter backed away. He was allowed to leave the mansion. He couldn’t help but wonder why until he ran his fingers through his hair. He felt something on his forehead. Shakily his finger traced something that cut across his face in a deep line. A scar that hadn’t healed.
Murderer.
"The problem with you is that you're too nice. You still have a heart. Me? I don't have that problem anymore."
The room was dark except for a fire crackling in the corner. Peter’s eyes were fixed on the ceiling and he watched as the shadows danced above him. A log snapped under the fire’s consumption. Footsteps came over the tiled floor.
“I have to say, I’m very disappointed, Peter.” He swallowed, instantly recognizing his sire’s voice. “The human is still alive.”
“Did you really think I would kill her just to save myself?” Peter snapped angrily. Raul stepped closer into the empath’s line of vision. He held a cross in his gloved hand. Smiling, he set the cross on Peter’s bare skin. Peter gritted his teeth against the scalding pain.
“You killed once before.”
“It was an accident,” Peter sighed. “I didn’t mean to kill that man, and his death… still haunts me. I will never kill another human again. No matter what you try.”
“Disappointing.” Raul dragged the cross up Peter’s torso and back down again. “A father shouldn’t choose favorites, but you are certainly one of mine. But you simply refuse to accept your place in this family.”
Peter said nothing. He couldn’t: it was taking all of his energy to keep from screaming in pain as the cross continued to make its way across his shoulders and down to his stomach. He couldn’t move away because Raul had silver binding the empath’s arms and legs to the table.
“She’s just a human, Peter,” Raul continued quietly. “You may think you love her now, but it won’t last. Humans are weak creatures.” Anger seeped through his tone. “Do you know how I died, Peter?”
“They killed you,” Peter responded quietly. “They thought you were a witch, so they hung you.”
“Yes.” Raul removed the cross, only to bring out a silver knife. Without even a warning he jammed the knife into Peter’s stomach. This time Peter couldn’t help crying out. He could feel the silver burn his skin and muscle. “Humans haven’t changed much since then.”
“You’re wrong.” Peter jerked as the knife was pulled out of him, and plunged again between his ribs. “She… she loves me. She…”
“She’s going to marry you,” Raul finished the thought. “Yes, I know. Bo’s been keeping an eye on you and Caleb.” He pulled the knife in again and stuck it in Peter’s side this time. Now there were three bleeding wounds. “Did you really think I was stupid enough to trust Caleb with watching you?”
“Caleb…,” Peter groaned.
“I’ll deal with him,” Raul promised. He took the knife and this time stabbed Peter in the heart. If it were wood, Peter would be dead. As it was he was just in excruciating pain. “You still have a heart,” Raul murmured thoughtfully. “I don’t have that problem.”
“Are you… going to kill me?” Peter asked.
“Oh, no.” A smile formed on Raul’s lips, his fangs gleaming in the firelight. “Killing would be too easy. Eternity is so much more painful.” He ripped out the knife harder than was necessary. Peter could see his sire was enjoying this. “You are a monster, Peter. The sooner you learn that, the better.”
“I’m not… a monster,” Peter argued.
“No?” Raul loomed over the younger vampire. “We’ll see.” He slashed Peter across the face with the knife; Peter yelped feeling it slice through his skin. “I’ll be reading should you need anything.” And with that Raul relaxed in his favorite chair.
Peter knew what Raul wanted him to do, but he refused. He would just lay there and bleed. But as time passed he grew more light-headed from the loss. Soon he would pass out.
“Raul, please,” he called out. “Give me blood.” Raul snapped his fingers and a human was brought out. Peter dazedly noted that it was a male his size, and Danielle was guiding the man inside. Peter hungrily grabbed the man’s wrist and started to drink. At some point his binds were undone, and he had the man by the throat.
Peter drank and drank, feeling each wound close as he took in more of the man’s blood. He could feel the human’s heart slow but this time Peter couldn’t manage to stop himself. He kept drinking until the man was drained of blood. Peter pulled back, shuddering.
“You may not be a monster yet, Peter,” Raul said quietly, “but you are a murderer.” He smiled, running his finger along Peter’s cheek. “I wonder what your pretty human will think of that?”
Peter backed away. He was allowed to leave the mansion. He couldn’t help but wonder why until he ran his fingers through his hair. He felt something on his forehead. Shakily his finger traced something that cut across his face in a deep line. A scar that hadn’t healed.
Murderer.