Tristan teeth clenched tightly together, grinding as he began to comb through every single memory they shared. He devoured each remembrance, wondering how he was so blindsided. Looking for the lie hiding like a coiling snake in dark corners, "After all you have done?! After you have LIED to me?!"
"Don't act so fucking innocent." Her eyes narrowed into thin slits, a fire growing in her glare, "You lied as well. Your 'janitor' job? Is that coward just your 'roommate'? Don't be so self-righteous."
"I'm not a fucking murderer! I'm not part of... I'm not in charge of a family of murderers! I'm not a MONSTER like you!"
"...A monster..." She stood up, her gaze downward, her voice small with a slight stutter, "I'm offering you the world, and that's how you really see me? A monster?"
The corners of his lip twitched, his eyes begin to water. His arms shook as he watched Ira sink back into her hell, seeing her body sway side to side as her eyes grew distant. He wanted to touch her, to embrace her, to run his fingers through her hair and whisper that he was right there.
But he couldn't.
Not when Ira lied to him, hunted him.
Not when he imagined her yielding that monstrous, gore covered club.
Not when each memory of her kiss was tainted with the thick taste of copper.
Even the pleasure of last night was drowned underneath searing, burning agony of her nails ripping into his flesh. He was drowning each memory they shared into the dark pit inside of him, burying love underneath rage, "Yes. A monster. A monster who lied to me. Who tried to kill me, more than once." He fought back against his fear as his voice came out in a deep, low hiss, "If...if your offer meant being part of a fucked-up family like yours...then I refuse..."
He pushed her back into that hell, alone.
The swaying stop, her eyes gaining back focus, an inferno raging in them as they burned, "Refuse? Tristan..." She began to laugh, low and deep, before cackling, her human hand clenching her forehead, gripping her curls tight as her metal one curled into a tight fist, "You don't have a choice!"
The tension increased in the air, the pressure bearing back down onto his shoulders as murderous glee emanated from the monster she always was.
"You are my PREY!"
He jumped out from the couch at that roar, his rage now overcome by a single instinct.
Survive.
Before he could even turn to the door, the back of her fist lashed out, slamming against his bruised jaw. He gasped as he landed onto the floor, a sense of deja vu crawling up his spine. He glared up at her, breathing deeply; he expected to see regret in those crimson orbs; that deep sense of horror like she showed before when she hit him.
There were no such emotions in those eyes. They held only hunger, blood lust, matching the hungry grin Wrath would have underneath that demonic visage.
He pushed his hands down onto the floor, struggling to get onto his feet, only to cry out sharply as she gripped his hair hard. She lifted his head just above the ground, before slamming it down against the wooden floors, the added impact causing the world to spin, a cry escaping his lips as tears leaked from his eyes, "L-let me go!
She chuckled, a low growl underneath the sound as she lifted him again, glaring into his eyes, "Did you really think that I'll let you walk out that door? After I shared everything with you? You are truly a fucking idiot, ArchAngel."
He clenched his teeth, his hands reaching up to dig into her forearm as she dragged him. He could feel his nails tearing into her skin, her blood dripping onto the floor. Yet her face never changed from that sadistic, wide grin still on her face. He snarled, his hands releasing her forearm to grip her hair, dragging her head down against his knee.
She let him go on that impact, but despite the sharp pain to the bridge of her nose, her reactions did not slow. She reared her head back and slammed the cold steel of her left fist into his stomach. He coughed, hard, spit escaping his mouth as he felt his ribs shift on impact. She laughed again, her lips in a sneer, "You won't win."
Win?
This wasn't a game!
He needed to LIVE!
He gripped his side, stepping back away from her as he hissed at the agony and trying to get back air, any amount of air into his system. He looked up only to see her right fist smashing into his face. That knocked him back, against the wall, the force of it causing cracks to form under his skin.
Blood gushed from his mouth and nose. The room swirled and danced around him, pain mixing with the cloud of disorientation. He tried to pull himself up from the wall, his knees shaking as he did his best to keep himself steady, only to cough violently as her fist slammed into his stomach. He slid down against the wall, his arms wrapping around his battered torso, "F-Fuck..."
"Are you going to behave?"
He spat down at the floor, his eyes glaring at her from under his bangs. He gasped as her leg lifted and pushed out hard, her foot pressing against his throat, cutting off his air. His hands moved to grip her ankle, still holding his glare as defiantly as he could, "L-let me go..."
Those red eyes softened, though the pressure on his throat did not lift, "I made you a promise. One I intend to keep."
He closed his eyes tightly, tears falling as he felt his defiance wane at the loss of much-needed breath, "...Was...it...a lie?" He coughed, trying to gather what air he could, his vision beginning to fade.
Her lips twitched, "What was?"
"...Every...thing...?" He whispered, his eyes rolling back as darkness began to take hold.
He could hear the distant sound of the door opening, footsteps coming towards them. He didn't know who else was with them, nor did he care.
All he heard, all he wanted to hear was her answer.
"No. None of it was."
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