đđ   đđşđđžđ   đđđ   đş   đđđđžđđ   đđ   đđžđž   đđđž   đ˝đşđđđđžđđ   đźđđžđžđđđđ   đťđşđźđ   đđ.    because   you   do   not   want   to   see   it.   you   do   not   want   to   see   them   taking   over   justin   again.   it   is   not   fair,   but   you   know   that   this   is   your   punishment.   to   see   glimpses   of   justin,   and   never   have   him   completely   again.   and   yet   you   do   not   move   from   his   grasp.   you   know   that   at   any   given   point   he   can   kill   you   and   yet⌠  you   do   not   know   why   you   donât   move.   perhaps   it   is   the   expectancy   that   there   is   more   of   justin   as   he   holds   you.   that   he   will   fight   the   darkness   long   enough   for   you   to   run   and   find   some   cover.   but   you   know   that   this   is   unlikely.   you   are   likely   to   die   right   here,   in   his   arms,   and   there   is   a   piece   of   you   that   does   not   care.   at   least   then,   you   would   die   by   his   hand.   and   then   he   starts   talking,   talking   about   the   moments   that   you   were   without   humanity.   it   flashes   at   you,   the   murder,   the   way   you   had   felt   and   most   importantly,   the   way   that   you   didnât   care   about   what   happened   to   the   people   that   caught   themselves   under   your   fangs.   all   you   had   cared   about   was   chaos   and   control,   and   the   darkness   had   given   you   both.   chaos   and   control   over   yourself   and   those   around   you.   you   had   only   turned   your   humanity   back   on   because   of   his   family,   because   of   what   you   had   seen   in   those   moments   of   pure   chaos.   but   there   was   no   way   to   bring   back   justin.   you   knew   that   now.   all   you   were   doing   now,   is   keeping   them   entertained.   keeping   justin   alive   in   some   way   was   better   than   not   having   him   alive   at   all.        â    it   came   rushing   back,   of   course   it   did.   i   just⌠  as   a   vampire   i   know   when   to   use   those   feelings.   i   never   forget   anything,   my   memory   is   far   better   than   anything   alive,   â    and   that   was   true,   you   werenât   alive,   you   were   never   alive.        â    i   always   felt   bad   in   a   way,   and   opining   the   floodgates   didnât   make   a   difference.   but   no   worries,   it   keeps   me   awake   at   night.    â
âłÂ a feral vampire and dark wizard shares less likeness. eliminating remorse turned vampires into cruel gluttons. relied solely on instincts, only thinking feed feed feed, while leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. contrastingly, dark magic required focus and concentration. whereas emotions flick on and off like a light switch, everything must align for the ritual to work. and for justin russo, to his misfortune, it happened without flaw. he studied the incantations for weeks, perfecting the elocution. he found the exact river, near the crooked tree. his remarkable intelligence betrayed him, and the darkness did the same. usually his younger brother exhibited naivetĂŠ, but not even he understood the danger of the bargain. justin simply wanted his beloved juliet to return, in hopes for a chance at restoring her humanity. but he went down a slippery slope, and ended up trading his own humanity in the process. what he awakened paled in comparison to even the most prolific rippers. the only sameness lied within chaos. dark magic thrived on its organization, where it could manipulate to its every whim. to say any vampire possessed control would be foolish, resorting to petty trade for indulgence or restraint and an onslaught of regret. whether justin could ever part with the darkness remained uncertain. it never held onto a host for this long, but as long as it held the real control, it wouldnât have to worry. no, it could never leave the boy, locked away for eternity. its escape was destined to happen, to rise above good mages. teeth grit while she wallowed in guilt. she was repenting in the way he wanted her to, but simply thinking about a similar fate, where somehow the soul would meet body again, enraged him. impossible, we are one now !  where the darkness ended and justin began, where justin ended and darkness began, should be indistinguishable. â i have no regret. i donât feel bad at all. â  he simpered, looking pleased with himself. hands move to hook his legs underneath her arms and apply a chinlock, finally leaning back to pull up the opponent's head and neck. â were you fooled for a bit ? or did you know the whole time and wanted to convince yourself ? you think youâre so clever. â  a snarl ripped through his throat, and now she should know   this is not her justin. he pulls her hair and thus forces her to stare up at his insipid eyes, void of everything. â  keeps you awake at night, like you can ever sleep again. let me ask you one last question. how does it feel knowing that iâm wearing your boyfriendâs face? to know this is the face that begged for his love back, and to know now that we are one ? â    Â
