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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 28, 2019 16:50:15 GMT -5
He seized her wrist and pulled her toward him.
“They will plead,” he said, his face a rictus of malicious glee, “and they will be unanswered. Not even your boy can be everywhere at once, my dear.”
Johannes roughly dragged Teja toward the door and the observatory again, closing his eyes in a moment of unbridled ecstacy in the wind- light and joyful and gloating in the smell of the smoke and the sound of sirens.
“Listen. Do you hear them? They are praying, I think-“
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Post by Teja on Mar 28, 2019 16:56:09 GMT -5
"You are ridiculous," she said, realizing it was true, realizing it was truer than despicable or evil or monstrous or any other word that rose to her lips like the ghost of bile. "You've suffered four hundred years of unanswered prayers and it's hurt you so badly that now you are trying, blindly, to inflict your own existential misery on as many strangers as possible-"
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 28, 2019 17:20:48 GMT -5
"Is that meant to hurt me?" he scoffed.
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Post by Teja on Mar 28, 2019 17:29:07 GMT -5
"If I knew how to hurt you-"
She checked herself.
"You'd have to actually care what I think for that to happen."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 28, 2019 22:30:00 GMT -5
"You wished for my happiness. I invite you to look on it," he said, waving his hand over the city below.
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Post by Teja on Mar 28, 2019 22:38:00 GMT -5
She took his hand and held it tightly as though to steady herself.
Gusts of smoke and distant screams - she thought of the images she'd seen on the television and the many more that hadn't even been broadcast, the people who hadn't survived the vampire bites because they'd been torn to pieces - and flames lapping at buildings with greedy, lascivious tongues.
"It looks like a Bosch," she said wearily. "To think you could have just bought a damn painting."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 30, 2019 21:15:38 GMT -5
Johannes scoffed.
"You think too small, my dear."
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Post by Teja on Mar 30, 2019 21:27:41 GMT -5
"Loki and I," she said, with serene disgust, "originally planned for much more than this."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 30, 2019 21:41:30 GMT -5
Johannes gave her a cold look.
"I'm sure you did."
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Post by Teja on Mar 30, 2019 21:43:09 GMT -5
"I am not thinking small. I am rethinking."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 30, 2019 21:47:24 GMT -5
"I suppose," he said, "you must think that this is still about my kind."
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Post by Teja on Mar 30, 2019 21:54:51 GMT -5
"I can tell you sincerely," she said, his hand cold and dead and strong in her own, and as comforting as it was not. "I don't have the faintest fucking idea why you're doing this."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 30, 2019 22:11:49 GMT -5
"Tomorrow morning," he said, "your kind will be indistinguishable from my own. Of course, they will not all be turned-"
He made a generous gesture with his free hand.
"-but I daresay as many of them have taken to the streets in search of blood tonight as my own."
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Post by Teja on Mar 30, 2019 22:14:49 GMT -5
"Does it matter?" she said, exasperated. The evil of it was not touching her; maybe it touched the hypothetical hem of her dress, but had not soaked her yet. The intimacy of the conversation with Johannes seemed to drown the rest out. "You can't make everyone do that. You can't make me do it."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 30, 2019 22:37:43 GMT -5
"I have not yet decided what I wish to do with you."
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