american {PSYCHO}

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks tilted his head to one side and watched Elle where she sat his eyes playfully mischievous and inquisitive as he listened to Cam's explanation of the little birdie's issues. When he heard she's been raped by her boyfriend he leered at her, before giggling. Aw, the baby had been raped? Well wouldn't that be quite a lovely picture. All bruised up and screaming for help, all lithe and little and breakable. Cause that's what she was, all long hair and sweet little fawn limbs. Aleks wondered for a second if her hair was long enough to wrap around her neck, to strangle her; because what beautiful irony something like that was. It reminded him of one of his favourite poems, by Robert Browning. Porphyria's Lover.
'That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her.'
It was really quite beautifully perverted and deadly, and such a sweet way to kill someone, to save them. Aleks' fingers had begun to stroke over the inside of his hip, unconsciously, where he would of normally kept his knife. Of course, right now he didn't have it. It wasn't like he was always meant to have it on him now, was it? Fuck off if you think so, that's bullshit and you should go to hell and burn for assuming stuff like that. He wanted to see how she'd bruise and bleed, now he had those images in his head, dwelling over them like an alcoholic with good wines. Under his breath, unconsciously, the words slipped past his lips talking only to himself, "I wanna see you bruise and bleed so prettily," most likely unheard by the others

The energy that had seemed to posses him a minute ago had sapped out, his mood swinging within the seconds. Oh he was no less maniacal, but simply in a different way entirely. No longer giggling, instead, the smile that spread over his face as he took a drag of the cigarette, letting the grey ash fall to the floor, was malevolent and slightly crazed, but extremely happy with himself. Of course, until Elle got up and headed to the door. Or, well, tried to.

His brain flared with rage and anger, vision gone red as a low growl fell out of his mouth, and he stalked over to where Abrielle was trying to leave, grabbing her arm, nails digging into her skin. What the fuck, was the little bitch trying to leave? Never fucking never, you hear me. This was his game, and you played by his rules. That means no skinny little bitches trying to leave, not playing the game properly. "Don't even fucking try leaving, bitch." He jerked on her arm, pulling hard enough to hurt, pulling her back toward the center of the room, his eyes ablaze with fury. He looked down on her, his grip tightening, nails digging into her flesh even harder, but almost unconsciously on his part, as all of him was tensed, coiled, ready to strike. "You do that again, and you'll think what you're little boyfriend did to you was a walk in the park, bitch." His voice was coming out in a growl, low and threatening, and hint of a smile wiped off his face, and replaced by a murderous scowl. Who the fuck did she think she was, trying that on him.

His cigarette had dropped onto the carpet, out of his mouth when he had stalked over Elle, burning a blackened hole in the carpet, although not setting it alight. And now, now he wanted more fucking nicotine, needed to tar up his lungs even more, needed it right the fuck now. "Cam. Fag. Fucking now." He'd punch her too if she didn't give him one, but at least she was more fucking reliable than this bitch. He glowered down at Elle, not moving from beside her, as he waited for Cam to pass him a cigarette, hands alternately flexing and clenching down. He was fucking pissed.

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^{TAG -abrielle and cam
WORDS - bit under eight hundred and fifty.
NOTES -um, hello mood swings.
TUNES - scars, papa roach.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[cameron elizabeth lynn]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Cameron noticed him mutter something softly. She hadn’t hear it, but she was across the room. If only she could have read his lips. Like whats been stated earlier, information was her thing. She liked knowing what people said, what people did in their past. Everything. Cameron then noticed Elle stand up and she stood up herself. She knew Aleksei wouldn’t be happy with her trying to leave. That would be a bad thing.

As she walked towards where the girl was moving to, of course keeping behind the girl she noticed Aleksei drop his fag on the ground and it was singeing the carpet below it. Did she care? Of course not, although that was a fag that he could still be smoking, but no. This girl happened to piss him off.

Cameron smirked as he forced the girl to stay. That was Aleksei, playing his games, by his rules, and no one was to stop him. Well if the staff was to come and see this whole situation they would probably both be sedated, but it wasn’t like they hadn’t been sedated together before. She let out a small giggle when he said that dealing with her boyfriend would be a walk in the park. She knew how bad Aleksei could get.

Hell she let her own fag drop to the floor as it hit the end of the butt. She didn’t even bother stamping out the still hot amber end. That would dull out eventually. As soon as he asked for a fag she opened her pack, put one between her lips and lit it up before returning the pack to her pocket and took a small hit off of it before passing it over to him.

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aleksei;;abrielle TAGGED
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template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
mmm long posts <3 NOTES

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[abrielle elaine worthy]

just talk yourself up

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Abrielle was fucking scared. She thought that she was scared when it came to her old boyfriend, but this was obviously worse. She didn't think of her ex boyfriend as a sociopath, just someone with major anger problems, perhaps. So, dealing with someone who was obviously a sociopath scared her out of her mind. A gasp let her lips and she stared up Aleksei with wide, scared eyes when he pulled roughly on her arm. It hurt, obviously. She had dealt with worse, but she had a feeling it was only going to go down hill from here.

Her body was shaking and she moved her gaze down to the floor. She didn't want to look at him, his gaze alone was enough to make her feel small. She didn't know where this all was headed, never having to put up with something like this before. Whatever game he was playing, she had to make sure that she went by it. If she didn't... She didn't even want to think of what might happen if she didn't. This guy was scary alone, she didn't need her phobia to be scared of a person like him.

Her muscles tensed up as his grip tightened, pain hitting her a little more. She wasn't one for pain. She had a low tolerance for pain, the littlest of things could hurt her. A pinch could hurt her, for God's sake. She shut her eyes tight and nodded her head slightly at him. She didn't want to stay here, but she obviously didn't have the choice. It was either stay here, or suffer for leaving. She'd rather not find out what he could do to her that was so much worse than what her ex boyfriend had done.

She opened her eyes slightly and looked down at her shaking hands before glancing over at Cameron. She couldn't understand how she could just sit there and watch what was about to happen. She could think that she would try to calm him down. But then again, she could be just as bad as Aleksei. She swallowed the lump in her throat that was forming from holding back the scared tears that were building up before looking back down at the ground. She wanted to go home, she didn't want to be at this school anymore.

Abrielle lifted her head up a little and took a short glance at Aleksei, before shooting her gaze back down to the floor. She took short breaths, she couldn't seem to breath normally. She was terrified, and nothing remotely bad had even happened yet. Maybe it was just the fact that he'd grabbed her, so pissed off, having something in store for her? That was probably it. She was tense, she was listening to anything and everything, just wanting to know what was about to happen next.

NOTES: there was no way i could meet Lexxi's post. haha.
WORDS: 494
TAGGED: Aleksei&&Cameron
OUTFIT: click!
CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center]

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks merely sneered down at Elle when the gasp left her lips. So the little bitch was hurting? Fucking right, she should fucking kill trying to walk out on him like that, she should know how you don't just do that to Aleksei. No, you fucking well don't, and you certainly don't get away with it. Oh, and then the prettiest little thing - those wide, scared eyes. People's bodily reactions were one of the reasons Aleks loved this so much. That purely instinctual fear, the symptoms of being a victim; those were the things which gave Aleks that sense of power he craved. And yeah, that sense of power sort of turned him on, but we won't dwell on that will we? Even if his brain was flashing images of the girl in front of him all broken and bruised up, bleeding out. Fuck, he could so understand why her ex-boyfriend had done it, it was really so self explanatory. And now, those scared doe eyes were flicking down. Fuck no, she did not have permission to look away from him, he had the power here, he was the one in charge, she should fucking bow down to him, and most certainly not look away. Did she not fucking get this? How fucking stupid was she, anyway? Didn't she realise that he fucking wanted to see her pain. Grabbing her chin roughly, he yanked her chin up, looking her in the eye. "Do not fucking try and look away from me, bitch," he growled out, his fingers still tight on her chin, before dropping to her arms and pushing her back onto the chair, so that he stood above her, and she had to look up at him. Fucking hell, he loved positions of power.

He grabbed the cigarette from Cam, smirking at her before taking a drag of the cigarette and blowing it down into the girl's face and giggling. The rage was beginning to be met once again with the maniacal, twisting-and-turning side of him, showering giggles next to pain. Looking down on Elle, he grinned, wondering how pretty the picture was - him, strong, powerful, standing over the weak, scared girl. And then fuck- talking of pictures. Aleks may be fucking maniacal, but that didn't make him stupid. In fact, in someways it made him more observant, more intelligent. Just not in the way you'd really want him to be. It made him more observant on how to create the perfect crime, more intelligent on how never to be found. It made him sharp, but this type of sharp intelligence was a perversion of knowledge. But back to pictures... Aleks suddenly scowled, pissed off. Fucking CCTV. But then, if no one had come yet, the chances anyone would if he disabled the camera feed right now. And Elle wouldn't tell anyone about this, he would make fucking sure of that. "Fucking move and you know what happens," he snarled at her, before giving her a slightly crazed smile, before crossing over to the other side of the room where one of the small black cameras was winking at him. Fucking bastard institutions what with their fucking ideas to watch over him all the fucking time. Well, fuck you, they wouldn't get away with it. Reaching up, he took the wires which connected the camera into the central system, and yanked. The plastic coated wires came out of the wall, a shower of plaster and ripped wallpaper coming with them. He went over the the other camera in the room and did the same. There were also camera's in the hall outside the room, but since there was no audio feed, he didn't have to worry about them. Smirking to himself, he spun around, and stalked back toward Elle, his eyes celebrating. "The games may now begin!" The words fell out of his mouth, as deranged as his smile, as he grinned at Eliza, taking a drag of his cigarette, and smirked down at Elle. Yes, now the games could really begin, and his skin was itching to do something. His fingers moved down and stroked down the side of Elle's face, predatory and dangerous. "You know, it's such a pity you're so scared of me. We could of had so much fun." He grinned, and a low chuckle slipped past his lips. Yeah right, he loved the fact she was so scared of him. "Pity for you I'm still going to."

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^{TAG - abrielle and cam
WORDS - just under seven hundred and fifty.
NOTES - okay, so Aleks is gonna get violent and shit. that okay, or you want nurses and shiz?
TUNES - nights of love, papa roach.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[cameron elizabeth lynn]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Cameron went over and moved towards the window. She looked out it and saw almost no one out of here. She turned back when Aleksei talked to her again. She girl didn’t know what was coming to her. She had been where she was before. Of course she fought back more, and didn’t listen to him all the time, but still. She had been there before. She rolled her eyes and shook her head as Elle was returned to the chair.

This girl had a lot to learn, would she learn a lot today, probably, but Cameron would be involved somehow. Cameron’s attention was taken from the window as Aleksei told her not to move and he went towards the cameras. She knew the school had them, where they were all located, that was something else. She watched as he pulled the wires, and some of the drywall down. Did she care? Of course not.

As soon as he said that the games may now begin she walked over to where she was sitting earlier. She let out a small laugh when she heard aleksei say that he was still going to have his fun. Cameron knew his fun a little too well. She had been on the other end of his blade multiple times.

”Aleksei, need a blade? I have a few” she said smirking. She took about 4 pocket knives out of multiple pockets. What? Did you think she’d have them all in one? Of course not. Usually Hawthorne only checked two of her pockets, not all of them. Besides, she had created false pockets and new pockets to hide things better.

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aleksei;;abrielle TAGGED
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ewww its short NOTES

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[abrielle elaine worthy]

just talk yourself up

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When her chin was jerked, she had no choice but to look Aleksei in the eye. Great, now she pissed him off even more. That was something that she did not want to do. She knew that she was already in a bad situation, she knew that she didn't need to make it worse than it already was. She took in a deep breath and slightly nodded at the boy. Obviously, he wanted the power in this situation, which only terrified her even more. He demanded the power, and she had no choice but to abide by that demand. If she didn't.. Well, she didn't even want to know what would happen to her. Maybe death? Only if she was lucky.

As her body was pushed into the chair, she let her eyes look up at Aleksei. Oh, how she wanted to run from this, fight against him. But she couldn't; how could she? It would only bring even worse things upon her. She didn't even want to know why he wanted her to stay, what he was planning. It was bringing back the memories of her ex-boyfriend; how he pushed her around, demanded things from her. It was terrible. All of this. Even though nothing remotely terrible had happened yet, she knew that it was coming. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes momentarily when he walked away from her. She turned and watched to see what the boy was doing, and her jaw dropped only slightly at him as he pulled the wires out of the wall. She quickly turned back around in the chair that she was pushed into and crossed her arms over her chest, biting the inside of her cheek. Well, that didn't help her out one bit.

Fuck, what was she going to do? Her eyes darted over to Cameron, staring at her. Was she really just going to let him do this to her? Obviously so. What a little bitch. Ofcourse, she knew that Cameron had probably done something like this before, so she'd probably get joy out of watching her suffer. When Aleksei came back towards her, she looked up at him with raised eyebrows, wondering what he could have meant. She wanted to know what was going to happen, but she wasn't going to get an answer until it happened. Her fingernails bit into her skin, if she had tightened her grip on her arms anymore, she would have brought blood to the surface. When he stroked her face, she wanted to curl away in disgust and fright. She didn't but she knew that the two emotions were portrayed on her face, it was hard not to show them.

Abrielle's eyes shot over to Cameron in terror when she mentioned a blade. A fucking blade? Her nails dug deeper into her skin, and it brought the blood to the surface. She let a whisper slip through lips, "Fuck." She knew that Aleksei probably heard it, but what did it matter now? She was screwed. It was two against one. There was no way she would have made it out of here.

NOTES: let him get violent, no nurses needed. c:
WORDS: 537
TAGGED: Aleksei&&Cameron
OUTFIT: click!
CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center]

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks face lit up in a grin as Cam said she had knives. Knive knives knives! They were always beautiful to him, no matter how badly crafted. Okay, well, as long as they weren't blunted. Blunt knives were shit they had no usage, they were no longer even knives They had lost that pinpoint precision balance, that ability to slice through skin, life, meaning and and that fucking shit. His finger reached out as he bounded over to Cam, the manic grin alight on his face, burning up all other forms of expression. As he neared the girl, his fingertips went out to play with the edges of the knives he offered her, swiping his thumb across one of the blades as she still held it, bringing up a teardrop of crimson red. He brought that thumb up to his face, examining it for a moment, before he slid it before his slips, and sucked. Hard. It was almost pornographic, the way his eyes flashed and his face lit up at he taste of the metallic substance filling his mouth, drawing up as much as he could from his veins. His other hand snapped out, taking two of the knives from Cameron; the ones that glinted brightest under the fluorescent lighting, and seemed to call to him, smirking at him in all their glory.

He pivoted on his heel, turning back to look at Elle sitting on the sofa, his eyes still bright with bloodlust and malice. His teeth scraped over the pad of his thumb a few more times, bringing up the last remains of the congealing blood, before he pulled his thumb out of his mouth and wiped it on his jeans. He grinned at her, before turning his head back to Cam (who he was still standing next to) and kissing her cheek lightly, before whispering in her ear. "You're my favourite Cam-cam." his voice was melodic with malevolence, a siren's song full of all the bad things you hate to love. "If I had to kill you, I promise I'd bury your body." He grinned once more at her, then kissed her on the cheek again before skipping over to the little birdie, who sat on the sofa, all quiet and scared. Wasn't it a beautiful slight. He giggle at her look, down, before tucking one of the knives into his back pocket, and crouching down beside her. The other knife was in his left hand, his dominant hand, although really, with all the practice with slicing things up, he was nearly ambidextrous. He ran the knife down the plane of her throat, still giggling softly to himself. Humans were so breakable, yet so robust. They could live through nearly anything, get if he simply pushed forward, pulled the knife down with just a little bit more it would slice straight through her jugular, and look, oops, no more pretty birdie. He glanced up at her, away from his neck as his mind wandered into his thought, and grinned at her. "You know, I don't think I'm going to kill you. You're far too good at being all pretty and scared for that." He smirked, before running his thumb down her neck, next to where the blade lay, before leaning in and biting down on her jugular. His teeth locked in harder, sure to leave their mark. Because really, that was the point. Mark her up, all bruised and pretty like, and make her scream. "I'm going to make you scream." He puled his teeth away before he said it, before biting down again, over the same spot, making the already red inflamed skin more purple. "And you're not going to tell anyone about it." And with that, he pushed the knife into her skin slightly. Not enough to cause the skin to break, but enough to promise it. And started to giggle, the manic laughter filling the room. He loved this game.

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^{TAG - abrielle and cam
WORDS - just over six hundred and fifty.
NOTES - sorry it's sorta shit, trying to get my writing mojo back.
TUNES - music again, adam lambert.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[cameron elizabeth lynn]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Cameron smiled as Aleksei made his way over towards her. Of course he wanted knives. When didn’t he want one. Although she thought that he would have his own on him, but of course not. He probably left it in his room for some stupid reason. Or maybe he had his confiscated from him. She watched as he pricked his finger on one of her knives. As she saw blood surface she smirked.

She let out a small giggle when he brought it to his lips. Same thing she did, savoring the metallic taste in ones mouth. She smiled as Aleksei called her his favorite. Of course she was, she was the only one that let him do whatever he wanted. Including marking her, and even giving him her knives. She was fine with him taking them, she knew where Hawthorne kept all the knives that they confiscated, but she had only been able to grab four without making it extremely obvious that she grabbed them.

She let out a laugh as he said that if he had to kill her, he’d bury her. That was good news. She didn’t want to be hidden away. She could tell that Aleksei was in one of his more awkward moods. Well it would seem that he was completely insane to someone that didn’t know him. She shook her head as he skipped over towards Elle.

She made her own way over towards Elle. Letting one of her knives return to her pocket and the other was being twirled in a circle by her fingers. She wanted to play too, but she knew that Aleksei probably wouldn’t like that. She made her way over to the chair that she had been lounging in and returned to how she was sitting before. Although now the knife was no longer twirling, she had moved to cutting slits into her jeans. Why? Because she could. She wanted to cut something, but Aleksei was having his fun with the only other person in the room.

When she heard him say that he wasn’t going to kill her she smiled. When he said that he wanted to make her scream she smirked. Leave it to him. If only she would join in it would be better. She was making sure that no one else walked in. It would be bad if that happened, and Aleksei would end up in isolation and she would get her knife taken away from her, and probably isolation for a while. Something she didn’t want to happen.

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aleksei;;abrielle TAGGED
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template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
this would have been up last night if i hadn't passed out NOTES

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[abrielle elaine worthy]

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It was abnormal for someone to get so much joy out of making someone suffer; she knew it was. She knew that people alone were just evil, but it was their choice on whether or not they acted on the feeling. She had never met someone in her life that was this crazy, or evil. Yeah, she had heard stories of it. Serial killers, and how they got the thrill of seeing someone in pain; how someone screamed, the blood on their hands, the tears running down their preys face. She had never been able to think that like. She thought that, that kind of person, that thrill, was unjust. It was wrong, disgusting. She didn't understand how someone could fight, let alone try to kill someone. Now, however, she got to see it upclose. She got to see it in the eyes of the victim of a sociopath.

Abrielle's blue eyes followed Alekseis every movement. The thought of knives made her small body tremble even more with fright. She knew that she was probably just exciting the boy even more with her fright, but she couldn't help it. The fact that he was a boy already made her slightly scared, but the fact that he had a knife was thinking about cutting into her skin made her lose control. She didn't want this, obviously. There was nothing that she could do about it, though. She had to put up with it; she could probably fight back, but in the end, it would only make her suffer more. Her eyes glanced over at the knives that the two had and her nails bit into the skin on her arm, bringing blood to the surface. She looked down at the red liquid before wiping off the little bit with her hand, her eyes immediately going back to look at the two that was infront of her. This whole situation was disgusting her, down after the frightening emotion. If she were watching this, rather than living this, she would be pissed off at Aleksei and Cameron; she would have wanted to punch them in their throats, just for hurting someone the way they did. But no, she had to be the one that was suffering.

She shrank away as much as she could from the boy when he crouched down beside her. The vibes that came off of him were frightening enough. She knew that he was planning something great, something for him to have enough fun with her. She took in a shaky breath and looked over at him, trying to calm herself down as much as she could, even with the blade of the knife at her throat. She was afraid to move; if she did, she didn't know what would happen. Even if he did say that he wasn't going to kill her, it didn't help her situation. He was still going to do what he wanted, she was still going to hurt. She knew that without a doubt in her mind, it's just how these things went. A loud gasp escaped her when he bit down on her jugular, her body tensing up. She clenched her eyes together, thinking to be anywhere but here when he said that he was going to make her scream. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her. What did she do to deserve this? She had been a good person most of her life. So, why was she the one that had to suffer. Her hands clenched together to make balls of fists as he bit down again, and she knew that there was going to be a bad mark there. Her teeth came grinded together as he pushed the knife into her skin a little more slightly and she opened her eyes to look at him, knowing that she couldn't tell anyone about what was happening. If she did, her life was over.

NOTES: yeahh, this post sucks.
WORDS: 663
TAGGED: Aleksei&&Cameron
OUTFIT: click!
CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center]

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks crowed laughter in the back of his throat when Abrielle shrunk away as he approached. Oh, he was a fucking master of destruction, wasn't he. To all of those who saw this cumulation of fear as a slow, painful process - well, fuck off and look at him, having this pretty little birdie recoiling from his person. A halfway intelligent little birdie, though, for she had realised Aleks' power, his prowess in pain, his skill for destruction. Too many people discarded this expertise, and too many people regretted it. The pretty little girl which lay in front of him may hate a harsh fate in store for her, but at least he'd leave her alive. Wasn't he being so fucking charitable? Or then, it was really only greed. Wanting to be able to come back, to strip her of everything. Maybe one day he'd fuck her, make all those shitty memories and phobia's come so true she'd end up completely fucked over all over again. This domination of fate, of people's lives, of their mental state; it was sweet as cherries, ripe and juicy, fresh for his teeth to bite into, to rip and tear and ruin. Of course, this girl was already damaged good. But that singular fact, that she'd already been patched up, that therapists had tried to sew up the hole in her heart just made it all the more refreshing to rip out the stitches.

His eyes flicked down to see the little birdie's hand clench, fists forming as he tugged the pale flesh between his teeth, before going back to the knife, the perfect balance luring him back to it's domain. Of course, and what next to do? Keeping his eyes locked with her, watching those big brown orbs filled with fear, his knife began to shred the lower edge of her top, that flimsy white cotton, into perfect parallel rectangles, before moving onto the scarf which lay limp around her neck, tearing it up haphazardly till the knife scratched over her collarbones instead of the cloth. And oh, what pretty collarbones. He pressed in slightly deeper, marking three 'x''s across the left clavicle, before moving to the right, perfecting the symmetry, watching the rivulets of blood bead then run down, soaking into that insubstantial fibre you called cotton. And then the grin, that maniacal smirk reappeared on his face, as he dropped the knife, letting it fall beside his knee, before thumbing over the fresh wounds, using broken blackened nails to tease them, pulling them open, giggling lightly. Flesh and blood was such a strange thing, the way if you cut just deep enough the blood began to slow, not quicken. And then his blood stained finger moved upward, moving to circle the girl's throat, pressing down, testing.

"You know what you're gonna say if anyone asks about those X's?" He gazed at her, his finger tightening slightly, half choking off her air supply as he spoke his next words. "You're gonna say you did them yourself, thought they were all pretty. Cause you know what happens if you don't, don't you?" And he smiled sweetly, as his fingers tightened, his other hand coming up for assistance, cutting off the little birdie's air supply for just long enough for her to feel just the little bit dizzy. And oh, of course, leave a faint, non-descriptive bruise around her, neck, only the eight ovals giving any hints. Why did Aleks not mark her with the rose? Well, you see, that was more... Something he did with people he felt protective over. These symmetrical X's? Are the way a predator marks his prey, to stop other predators stealing his fun. And then those bruises on her neck... "And you'll wear a scarf, won't you, hmmm?" His voice sounded almost as if he was talking about reasonable topics, but it only took a glance to his eyes to see the psychosis that lay behind them.

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^{TAG - abrielle and cam
WORDS - just over six hundred and fifty.
NOTES - ooh violence is bad children.
TUNES - dirty business, the dresden dolls.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[cameron elizabeth lynn]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Cameron leaned her head back, letting her hair fall down past her shoulders and hanging from her head. She sighed. She wanted to join in, but wasn’t sure how Aleksei would take that right now. Besides he was just having a little bit of fun. She could have fun later. Well she would have her fun later anyways. She did like causing pain on other people, but still, although her and aleksei were close, its not like they cut people up together.

Causing mayhem was different. She heard a gasp and she picked her head up quickly, making the blood rush back down, and leaving her slightly light headed. She smiled, realizing that he had cut into her. Whatever. She smiled when she let her head hang back over again. She took our her lighter again and lit up one of her cigarettes. She had a Marlboro mixed in with her other regular fags and she was hoping that she had picked that one, but it really didn’t matter.

”Aleksei stop playing, get it over with” she said softly. She wasn’t going to sit in here forever, although she could leave whenever she wanted, but she did want to hang out with Aleksei. She heard his little rules after he had cut her up and she shook her head. Why mark someone up when they obviously didn’t want it, and they would tell. That left no fun. Just kill her. Well that was Cameron’s opinion anyway.

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[abrielle elaine worthy]

just talk yourself up

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His teeth on her skin, tugging on the pale flesh, hurt. Obviously, he had locked his teeth in hard, sure enough to leave the mark. She knew that she would have to hide the marks, because what would happen if someone found out about all of this? Oh God, she didn't even want to think about it. The questions that would arise, how pissed off Aleksei would get, and then.. what would happen to her. This was just causing problems for her, having to find ways to hide the mark that was on her throat. Ofcourse, it wasn't like she consented this. Who the hell would do that? Well.. people that enjoyed this sort of thing, obviously. But not her, no. She wouldn't dare ask for this, this was just torturous to her. She had always been the sensitive type of girl, and after everything that had happened, that trait had increased. This was upsetting her, scaring her, upsetting her all in one.

When he pulled away from her, she wanted to let out a breath of relief, but she knew it wasn't over. Her eyes locked on the knife for a moment, before her eyes locked with his again. She didn't want to look at the knife, she didn't even want to think about it; she hated sharp objects, they scared her to death sometimes. That's why she had already started to freak out when Cameron had mentioned them. The fear in her body was overwhelming her, and the emotion growing even more when the blade scratched over her skin, the tearing of the cloth now over. Her breath was caught in her throat, her body rigid with the fear. She hated the thought of the blade on her skin. But, it didn't matter, it was happening anyway. When the blade entered her skin, she took in a breath, and her eyes closed slightly at the pain. She had a low tolerance for pain, so this was difficult on her. Even more so when his nails teased the wounds and pulled them open. She felt the tears appear in her tear ducts, but she blinked them harshly away. The pain, along with the thought of all the things that was going on, was getting to her greatly.

The feeling of his hands on her throat made her eyes shoot back open and she looked up at him with wide eyes once more, the emotion of fear basically the only emotion that was in her body now. She wanted to take a breath of air, but just as she wanted to, his fingers tightened, choking off most of her hair supply. So, the only thing that came out of her mouth was a slight, surprised gasp. Her hands had made a move to put her hands over his on her throat, but she forced them to just move to her stomach, her fingers gripping onto her forearms. As she listened to him, she couldn't help but think about the lies that she was going to tell if someone asked about the marks on her. She hated to tell lies.. It made her feel bad, but now she really had no choice. Besides, who would she tell? She basically knew no one here. She stopped thinking about it when she began to feel dizzy, and she desperately wanted breath back into her body. So, when he let go on the hold he had, she took in a deep breath almost immediately.

Well, that was going to leave a bruise, with how tight the hold on her throat was. She took a shaking hand to touch where his hands were and she bit her bottom lip. She glanced down for a moment, before glancing back up when he asked another question, and she nodded her head slightly. She had become good at hiding bruises and such from when she was with the boy that had her sent here. She would do anything just to make sure that no one asked questions, so that she wouldn't have to think about this day. She just wanted this to be over so she could lock herself in her room and not come out unless absolutely necessary. Abrielle glanced over at Cameron when she began to talk, and oddly agreed with her. Couldn't this just be over with already? She'd rather die than have to live through this for another minute.

NOTES: i rambled.. alot.
WORDS: 747
TAGGED: Aleksei&&Cameron
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[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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His head cocked to the side as Cam told him to stop playing. But this girl was such a responsive plaything! Even if she tried to hide it, that was half the fun. People who gave in too obviously became boring quite quickly. This girl, however? Aleks knew she wouldn't tell, that he could make her hide it all. That he could go back to her, that she'd keep silent. For she seemed to get that he wasn't joking or playing around with the consequences, that when he said he could kill her, he really could. So no, Cam, he wasn't going to kill her. He was going to keep her. Keep - what was that ugly layman's term? - 'abusing' her. Abuse was really quite a harsh word for something so beautiful, but hey, there you go. People named things as they did, and what he saw as a tortured art form was really looked on quite differently by others.

But hey, to get on with the stopping. There was really one way, and one way only to do that, since his brain was overloaded, fucking overdriven by these noises in his head, these shouting loud emotions, urges. To dig his knife into flesh, to bring up that heated crimson, sing it from pale skin. And he knew all to well the only thing which could tear him from this. It was really quite ironic, an eye for an eye, and all that. And for all his destruction, yeah, he knew the easy way out. But he liked to play with the violence before he hid it deep inside again.
He looked down at Abrielle, this little wounded swallow of his, that he had so easily captured and ripped the wings off with no remorse. Aleks had sometimes wondered what that felt like -remorse. He had never particularly wanted it; it seemed like a hugely flawed human trait. His eyes flicked over her, smiling at the bleeding wounds on her clavicles, and now bruising marks around her neck. Such a pretty little picture... He couldn't wait to do this again. And then he sent a direct smirk down to her, his eyes glinting predatorily as he backed away, and sat down, lounging into the sofa opposite. His eyes were still fixed on her, hungry, red-screened as the words tripped out of his mouth, laughing slightly. "Well then, run along little birdie. But remember what I told you." And the knife was still in his hand, twisting through his fingers. "And remember what happens if you tell anyone. This'll look like a day in the park." And his words lost the laughter, but the glinting smirk on his face got even bigger and his head tipped back as an emotionless giggle slipped past his lips.

Now what? Now fucking what? Yeah, fuck, that had been abrupt change of tact, but his mind was moving so fast, so fucking furious that a few seconds seemed almost like a lifetime to him. And yeah, he had let the little birdie go. No forever, no, oh, he'd be back. But now he was craving a different type of rush. One far more personal, one that he shared with only himself. His own, ready-made cocktail of drugs. Turning the blade toward the inside of his arm, he pressed down, dragging the sliver-sharp edge across healing scars. Fuck, yes, that was what he was looking for, that final completion of this terror. And then again... And again. And continuously, until seven deep horizontal, parallel cuts ran the length on his inner forearm. Just deep enough that they took a while to start bleeding, but just missing the vital ligaments and vessels that ran beneath the flesh. And then his head dropped forward, knife dropping to the floor as the rush overtook him. So fucking heady, so fucking good. The blood flooded over his arm, and then dropped down to soak into the denim of his jeans, the dark red camouflaging to the black easily.
His head fell forward, bracketed by his arms and knees, as his fringe fell to cover his face, eyes closed, reveling in the hormones which pumped through his system. Fuck, this was fucking amazing. Very different to what he was just doing, but equally fulfilling. Well, maybe not - they gave fulfillment to two different types of things. But two which often followed one another. Yeah, now he finally felt at peace, the psychosis leaking from his system.

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^{TAG - abrielle and cam
WORDS - bout seven hundred and fifty.
NOTES - um, yeah, change of track.
TUNES - fireflies, owl city.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}