there's something magic about you; something so tragic about you

    one more step.  “  no,  ”  words started to leave her mouth, desperate for him to understand.  “  this. is. not. you.  ”  another step.  “  you almost killed your sister, attacked people, for what ? for what, luca ?  ”  a single tear streamed down her face as she was finally close enough      enough to look into his eyes, and hope to find her parabatai somewhere inside there.  “  these are not your beliefs, it’s not your purpose. whatever voice that tells you that it must be done      that voice doesn’t belong to you. please, luca. i’m your parabatai, you know you can always trust me. you… you always did      trust me now, too. trust that i can help you.  ”

    she’s too close. too close for him to control himself. or is that the problem ?? that he can’t fight the control. that her every word clouds his thoughts, confuses him, draws a haze over his clarity. hands grasp at her shoulders, fingers digging in. “why can’t you see i have to ??” her presence is dizzying. his mind unfocused. something claws back at him, struggles desperately to regain power. his mission, his task. but when she looks at him like that, he can’t quite remember what that mission is. “parabatai-” he breathes, ocean irises levelled with hers. if he tears them away he knows his mind will clear, he knows he’ll find his path again, but the desperation in her eyes makes it an impossible feat. “wally, i...i can’t-” his voice shakes, desires pulling him apart inside. he knows he is righteous. he is doing what must be done. and yet she is the other half of his soul, if she says this is wrong....what is he to believe ??

      OH NO. was it too late ? were they too late ? tessa ran towards her parabatai as she let lukas take care of his.  “  luca !  ” the voice that came out of her was quite literally desperate, begging for him to stop. without any fear, she took a few steps closer to the boy, her expression was soft despite the situation they were in. despite what was coming.  “  you need to stop.  ”  she knew words were meaningless for him, but maybe they could be enough to distract him.  “  this        ”  tessa continued, pointing at the blood in his hands.  “  this is not you. i know my parabatai       something happened to you.  ”  one more step.  “  please. let me help you.  ”

      not her. there’s something in his head, something clawing at the calm haze, screaming under his skin. not. her. “i can’t-” he shakes his head vehemently, words forcing themselves through gritted teeth. “i have to, i have to finish what i started-” luca hisses, ocean hues darting between the blood on his hands and the girl before him. “tessa, you have to understand this must be done-” 

          his hands are slick; crimson staining pale skin. is it hers from the mess he has made of her head, sticking in her dark hair, smeared across the wall ?? or is it his from the way he has clutched the dagger so tightly, from the blows he has handed, her scraping defiant fingers against his arm ?? the blood is their both, whoevers it may be. his sister. the horror, the surprise, has briefly slowed him in his task. but clarity finds its way again, washing his thoughts clean, erasing the flicker of compassion and fear that had overwhelmed him. "it must be done." luca says sharply. yet a shaking hand lets the knife fall free, his eyes unsteady on hers. he must, he must. the hand that grips her neck drags her forward and with a final push of immense force, he slams her head with an echoing crack against the wall again.

     she was only surprised till he twisted her arm behind her back but once it was done, elena found herself with the blooming fear inside her. she was scared because now it felt like she didn’t even know him, let alone what might he do, how much further could he go. despite that, one thing elena was for sure had always been stubborn. she wasn’t about to give up on him, even though the hands on her hurt and now her eyes were glassy. “ putting the world to rights ? ” she said, voice shaky. “ you out of all the others must know we are no mightier than them. ” she managed to choke out, hand moving to be put on his arm, squeezing and pushing back. “ you are part downworlder. what are you going to do about that, then ? ”

      he feels her push back against him but it is much like pushing against rock, he is immovable. “our world is infested with diseased creatures, monstrosities conjured from the blood of those we are born to hunt. they wear human faces, a disguise to hide their true nature. but i won’t be deceived any longer, i am doing heaven’s work-” he says sharply. “and when it is done, i’ll do what is right. i’ll cleanse myself.” he cants his head, narrowed eyes surveying her fearful expression. “and if you aren’t with me, if you won’t help, then you are against me elena.” luca whispers, glint of a threat reflecting in his ocean eyes. with a sudden, violent movement he releases his grip on her and pushes her forcefully away from him, towards the wall. 

     when he grabbed her wrist, she wasn’t too surprised. that was the second time she hit him lately ( or more like, ever ) and he must have been prepared to stop him, she thought. but what came after surely struck. his knuckles meeting the soft, blushed cheek, elena was taken aback by the sudden attack, her free hand darting up to press on her buzzing skin. “ you - ” she gasped, words stuck in her throat for a moment. “ you are going insane - this isn’t you ! ” elena exclaimed, trying to wiggle her wrist out of his grip as her free hand now swatting and pushing on his chest and shoulder, not really clear if she was trying to get some sense into him out of frustration or free herself. 

        she seems startled as if his retaliation is unexpected. soft, weak, fragile elena. seeing the world through rose tinted glasses, believing that monsters were the equals of angels. this is for her own good, he must make her see sense. “there is a fine line between genius and insanity.” he says sharply, twisting her arm downwards behind her back. doing so brings the two of them closer and he captures her face with his free hand, fingers digging into her cheeks as he forces her to meet his gaze. “this is genius at work elena. this is putting the world to rights.”

he stared at him, he didn’t know how to feel except for the anger that seemed to cloud everything else. “what the fuck is your problem.” it wasn’t a question and he shoved him hard, not sure if it was to get him far from himself or to stop himself from hurting him more, which he knew there was a high chance of it happening, he had never been good at controlling his anger. “you really lost your mind, didn’t you.” he almost growled, fist connecting to his face once more. “for fuck’s sake. you aren’t even half the man he is.”

        the second hit is less controlled, red mist clearing clouding his opponent’s judgment. he stumbles backwards with the force of the strike, managing to right himself before he falls over completely. straightening up, he wipes the blood from his lips with the back of his hand and smirks proudly. “my head is finally clear. i know what path i’m on, i know what is right for our kind.” luca explains, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “and with every punch you land, you prove you do too. you haven’t stopped to think about what damage you’re doing - you just inflict it. you let the rage take you, consequences be damned. you claim to care about these half breed mongrels - yet you let one suffer along with me.”