KARA MICHAELS:
“A blessing?” There was an ire that plumed within the phantasm, a quirk that was unbecoming on Kara when she was alive that gnawed at every fibre of whatever spirit remained in flesh which dare not decompose. She had found in death that she was extrinsically apoplectic, a mean streak which rose whenever she did not get that in which she vied. It’s swing came on strong now, brunt and crass as she became near horrified at cruel extempore that was gauchely emitted from Gio, “That’s why I haunt you to this day right? Because it was always meant to go this way. With you talking to the skeletons in your closet,” lexicon which was inconsonant to her true self tumbled out, the ghost barking words which were intended to wound, a callous flicker in her eye. “Have you called forth a witch? Found the vampires that did this to me? Tell me all that you did, tell me now that you’ve done all you could.” Explosive words careened from the ghost, unlike the woman when she was live and breathing, the ghost rushing in closer with every syllable and pause, demanding a reality that was near deluded. Kara had never even dared to tell Giovanni how she had died and how she had suffered, tortured for days as a blood bank for a nest of vampires. She was compelled not to cry and to dare never scream, the agony relentless as the pain consumed her day in and day out until they had left her, lifeless and torn apart in the local creek. As if she had been nothing. “Tell me you did everything possible to help me find my way back to you!” Deluded words were rallied out, finding a rare spark of tangibility as her touch harrowingly gripped at Gio’s wrists, Kara touch starved and emotionally wounded, her hands icy cold and devoid of anything human. The sudden touch caused her now to stumble back, powers near incendiary as she fell back at their brief connection, her form now flitting in and out of Gio’s view, the feeling of his warmth too much, flinging his hands away from her in a maddening crescendo.
Eyes pierced as if pondering upon the possibility of Kara losing hearing, firmly repeating, “A damn blessing,” Giovanni spat, “Your reappearance in Red Creek created nothing but problems. Before you returned, I was fine handling Hunter’s Point and working peacefully. You interfered with my peace.” Her death simplified one thing: an obvious target on who to blame whenever things go wrong in his life. Although erroneous, Giovanni blamed her because the deceitfulness she had deserved fitting consequences; he failed to understand how she did not grasp her actions resulted in detrimental repercussions for the Michael family and himself. Kara’s obliviousness led her to became the bane of his existence, though love continued to creep beneath the cracks of their enduring trauma. “I talk to skeletons in my fuckin’ closet because you won’t leave me alone. Your attachment —- the love that you have for me brings you back. I don’t know what you’re capable of as a ghost, but being a pain in the ass should not have been on the list.” Exasperation clouded his features at the mere suggestion of him not doing enough to aid in her disappearance, vigorously making his wetted cheeks now dry. Her words became not only a challenge to his manhood, but who Giovanni prided himself to be as a business owner, hunter, and lover. “How dare you?” Words cried out repulsively, sharply approaching her to the beat of a drum, straightening his mouth. “How dare you! Why don’t you fuckin’ tell me what you’ve done to find yourself back to me? Without lying for once. I put up posters, Kara.. flyers, I hunted day in and out for you, so don’t you dare imply as if that was never good enough.” In spite of their words exchanged out of broiling frustrations, Giovanni rejected relentlessly the insinuation that he left her out there to suffer, and others opted not to aid her with proper ressources during her time gone. In the midst of his skepticism, Giovanni rummaged Red Creek greatly even when unsatisfied with answers provided regarding her absence. The chance to elaborate further and dismiss her abnormal claims halted at their sudden touch.. a touch Giovanni strongly deemed impossible, nauseating as saliva foamed at his mouth. As eyes widened at that touch —- her particular touch in which he has not felt in years, the male struggled to take several steps backwards before plummeting; his skin now blanched as silence stifled the air, and orbs found its way rotating backwards.
