#helltothefire

It's been a while since she's killed another vampire. Most everyone in the community minded the laws she put into place and the trickle of outsiders coming in has slowed so she hasn't had much to police. It's funny, she's forgotten how messy their kind were when they. . .Met their end. She doesn't regret it, though. The other vampire had targeted Eddie, was hunting him as he worked, the silver of his knife glimmering in the moonlight outside of Bellefleur's. All she could think of was to protect him. To end the life of the one threatening his. She knows she's strong but there are so few times that she actually gets to use her actual strength. . . The other vampire's head pulled off so easily. . .

A World Turned Upside Down

@helltothefire liked for a little something

Faith had waited until there wasn't any doubt that Eddie and Skye were dead asleep -Mouth slightly open and lightly snoring type of sleep that meant if she came in through the sliding glass doors, they wouldn't awaken.

Tonight had been... Rough, and that had Faith more than a bit disturbed. She recounted every step trying to figure out where she'd gone wrong, or been too distracted to notice the others. Maybe she'd grown too cocky nah, you could never be too cocky, or too complacent, and distracted.

The screaming, burning pain that seared through Faith's muscles as she slipped into their bathroom did little to refocus her attention while she stripped to wash the blood off before Eddie had a chance to wake up.

memes. / always accepting.

　That's the misconception. He's never been concerned with being a hero. There was never any room for that idealistic bullshit. Who would accept him as a hero anyway? Batter, bruised, angry — far from the golden hero with beauty and kindness and warmth. Nothing about him was inviting and nothing was supposed to. There was no gleaming glory in Billy's eyes. Only the tortured bitterness he couldn't shake no matter the time that passed from the time he had been under his father's roof.

This part of LA lacked the sleek polished appearance the city loved to project for the rest of the world. Here the buildings were ragged stone facades left battered by time and better days, jutting out from the concrete landscape. Their storefronts were marred with signs of urban decay. Broken glass and cigarette butts dotted the ground and rough sheets of plywood covered over once proud display windows with handbills proclaiming "EVERYTHING MUST GO!" taped to the outside. Here there was no neon and bright lights to draw your eye, only spray paint to mark territory or proclaim injustice or love... Or hate.

Faith and Eddie found themselves in such a neighbourhood. The street lights never seemed to offer more than a dim glow for the insects to gather around, but it was more than enough for the vamps and demons and whatever else wanted to prey on whoever wandered by at night. It had been the promise of a werewolf that was hanging around a park picking off people - Kids, that had drawn them here.

But werewolves are rarely alone, it was that whole dog pack mentality thing. So here they were trapped in an alley with only one silver knife between them.

The small hairs on the back of Faith's neck stand on end as the werewolves prowl closer. Her lips curl upwards into a dangerous smirk that is only tempered by the knowledge that they both cannot be in this situation, not with Skye at home. Slipping in front of Eddie, Faith catches sight of a broken out window on the third floor to her right. She could make it... Jump or scale the building. It's a Slayer thing, but not Eddie. Maybe she could throw him?

Jessica was half awake, her nose tucked into the tail end of her book as she fought to keep awake to finish the novel. At first, she wasn't certain that the soft click of pebbles against her window was real. It was late and she was tired, so the idea of possibly hallucinating the sound wasn't completely out of the realm of possibilities. But, when the sound persisted after she pushed her bookmark in between the pages and curled into the comfort of her bed, she realized she hadn't made it up.

The admission doesn't exactly come out of nowhere but that doesn't mean that it means any less. It was funny, being a Maker, and the things that made her worry. Sure, they'd had a relationship before she'd been forced to turn Eddie, but that didn't mean he didn't regret his decision to stay with her. He'd left Hawkins after narrowly escaping death, just to run into her arms and a death that neither of them could've planned. And while she might play at being brave, the truth was, she was still at heart a teenage girl, afraid that the boy she loved might've felt different. So she'd asked him. Do you ever regret coming here?