#haleloween

Oh.

      For the first time in a long time, Lydia is speechless. No witty retort, no enlightening remark. She wants to say she saw it coming, because she should have, and she’s so stupid because she just didn’t. She believed him, between kisses with upturned corners of lips, and whispered I love you’s. She put every ounce of faith and trust that she had in him, truly thought he was different, even with his scratchy beard and defined jaw line and the leather clad torso that screamed off limits. 

          So when he tells her he cheated on her, all she can do is laugh at herself.

For a genius, she really was stupid.

     “I really wish I could have been enough for you,” she admits honestly. “I really wish you could have withstood being with me for even an hour before screwing someone else, but I guess both of those things were far-fetched to begin with.”

     She swallows the lump in her throat, curses the stinging sensation of tears threatening to fall from her eyes. And despite herself, she manages a watery smile.

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                Apparently the dead come back with a strong punch. Literally.

        His lip feels busted for the time being as he grits his teeth, wild eyes finding his attacker as he tries to swallow that not only is Jennifer back from the dead— but, she seems pissed at him.

        In hindsight, he did turn his back to her when she trusted him. But, her trust hadn’t been the only one broken in this situation. It ensures that he lunges for her, a growl rumbling in his throat as he extends a hand to grasp at her jaw and slamming her into the nearby wall. His eyes flash to their blue color, canines growing out, but, he’s able to keep the change just at that rather than transforming completely. 

             ”Leave now, or I’ll finish what Deucalion started.”

                           Empty threat. But, she didn’t need to know that.

She doesn't know why she did it.

       Except yes, she does. She just wishes she didn't.

                                                  ( You didn't look for me.                                                        You didn't want me.                                                            You chose the man who single-handedly                                                             ruined my life over me.                                                      You brought me to life only to let me die. )

       Julia still wonders if it's because her beauty can't even be called skin-deep.

       Jennifer... Jennifer doesn't give a fuck.

                                                                                   --Or, at least, she can pretend not to.

His fingers dig into her skin, unrelenting and harsh, and if she closes her eyes she can pretend that they're a safeword away from cocoa and a Lifetime movie. However, she's realistic enough to recognize that anything she says will only anger him further.

       The bright side: maybe she'll bruise, and she'll have something to remember him by for a little while.

       Strains of breath escape her as her lungs creak against her ribs, pinned to the wall as she is. Even so, even constrained as she is-- Jennifer huffs a soft laugh. "Your uncle already tried that."

                          As much as she can, she cranes her neck: baring it to him.

                                        A  c h a l l e n g e .

                                                            "I like my chances."

i might've????

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