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After a while of enduring the biting pain, I was able to calm down a bit. It still hurt, though; every now and then a surge of white hot pain would make itself known and I would yelp, cringing away from the girl. Suddenly there was no pressure on my side, and as I looked up, I noticed that she was sitting right beside me. I don't know what she was doing, but she put her hand on my forehead while I glared at her, trying to scare her away almost.

Ah, so her name was Vicky. Well, then, damn you Vicky. I muttered to myself and closed my eyes, reaching back up with my blood-covered hand and holding it tightly over the wound. I was oblivious to the world, wallowing in the depth of my pain and the cold weather. Sheesh.... I wonder where Lane was. Maybe he was out killing someone, or getting laid. I bet you Ethan was screwing some guy, too. Hmm. Maybe they were both fucking the same guy. I wish I was off there with them wherever they were, but nooo, I was stuck here with Vicky and bleeding to death in the snow.

For some reason, I began weakly laughing. All the pain and cold and blood was appearing funny to me. Damn, I was too weak. "Vicky, eh?" I said, snorting lightly. "You should be proud of yourself.... so far, you're the only one that's.... that's gotten me this beaten down." It was true; no one had ever stabbed me in such a bad spot before. She really should be proud for taking me down so fast.

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He was glaring at her again, what there was to gain by shooting looks, Vicky didn't know. His forehead was on fire, so warm that Vicky flipped her hand over and defrosted her hand on it. She thought about trying to do the same with her other hand but thought better of it, Bear'd get suspiciousness and she'd hurt herself in the process. The boy had closed his eyes, the blood from Vicky's hands smeared onto his face. He looked almost... innocent? Well, he looked less rabid, let's not go any further than that.

He started chuckling, a horrible sound that looked like it took a lot of effort. "You should be proud of yourself.... so far, you're the only one that's.... that's gotten me this beaten down." Vicky looked at the wound and back up at Bear's face. She sat up a little straighter, taking his advice and finding pride in this. Vicky figured that if anyone else had hit him this hard he'd be dead already, abandoned in the snow. There was a pause and the only sounds in the square were the wind, and the heavy breathing of Bear and herself.

"It was your knife. I- I got your name from your knife," Vicky shifted her weight and returned to applying pressure to the wound. Were you actually supposed to do that? Oh god, she was going to kill him. Bear needed a doctor, but did she really want to get him one? It would be more trouble that it was really worth. Vicky should just get up and leave... but how far would she make it before she collapsed into a heap?

Looking at the ground, she realized exactly how much blood was in the snow. She was drenched in the stuff; sticky yet slick between her fingers. Checking to make sure Bear wasn't looking, Vicky touched her tongue to the stuff, licking it off her finger. Bitter, metallic but there was something else in it she couldn't place. She went back to pressing the wound. God, she had no idea what to do- then something that seemed so crazy it just might work.

Vicky let go of the wound again and started scanning Bear's legs, feeling on his calves until she found a hole in his pants. She pinched the end of her needle and quickly tore it out of his skin with a triumphant smile. She turned back to him, presenting the needle and her grin.

My turn for some fun.

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Surly I was going to dead by blood loss any minute now. I mean really, have you seen the snow around me? It's like someone sacrificed a cow for Aya here. I couldn't really believe that there was this much blood in my body to begin with. Damn, no wonder everyone I ate always tasted metallic and such.

Feeling more pressure on my wound, I cringed into the ground, grinding my teeth against the white hot pain and pressing my eyelids together tightly. Why was she trying to help me? I had nearly killed her, for crying out loud! And here she was, her own hands soaked in my blood, trying to stop the bleeding. "I know you don't want to stay here," I said weakly, not bothering to open my eyes. "Feel free to just leave me here. I know the way back to my house." For a moment I considered taking her to my house to have some "fun", but in the state I'm in, she'd take me down faster than I could say "fucking hell".

Vicky had found my name on my knife...? It took me a moment to remember that Iza had gotten me a blade with my name engraved on it. Well, as much as I loved Iza and loved the knife, I hated it all at the moment. Why was I even out here in the first place? I hated the damn snow -- I hated it. I don't even remember the reason I had come to the District Square. Well, at least I nearly got to kill someone just for the hell of it. I got to taste blood and got to experience being stabbed. Oh, the joy.

Then Vicky starts patting down my legs. What the hell? Now is not the time to rape me, seriously. If she wanted to have a grand ol' time, she'd just have to wait until I could actually move. But no, she pulls something out of my leg and I realize that it's the needle she stabbed me with earlier. Opening my eyes, I look over at her and saw that smile she had on her face. Well. I was just an easy target now, wasn't I? "Have fun." I muttered in a sour tone towards her as I closed my eyes again, just waiting for whatever it was that she was going to do to me.

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Thread. She needed thread. Vicky ignored Bear's grumbles and looked at his clothing for something suitable to use. She saw the sleeve of his shirt was torn a bit, but it was on the arm farthest from her. She reached over him but couldn't reach. Mustering up some strength, Vicky swung her leg over him so that she was straddling his stomach just like he had done to her earlier. Vicky's fingers were on the string, ready to tear a piece out, thread the needle and sew up his side- but something stopped her. She was looking at his face. Bear's eyes were closed, his skin smeared with blood, his dark hair flailing every which way. Vicky's gaze then moved to the needle in her hand. A spark ran up her spine and Vicky's goal changed. She could stitch him up later, right now she could get her revenge. Bear would be the prey, Vicky would make him feel what she had.

Leaning forward, Vicky bent over until her lips were right by his ear which meant she was practically laying on top of him, keeping him down.

"Is it really that exhilarating?" Vicky asked, using a tone she didn't know she had. Vicky leaned back a little, just enough to fit her hand holding the needle up to dig a scratch into Bear's face. The cut was actually pretty shallow compared to most of the injuries of the night. The cut started below his left eye and ran down to his chin, curving with his face. Blood started to drip from it and Vicky leaned forward again, her body moving without consent, and ran her tongue along the cut, letting the iron taste sit in her mouth and the red liquid roll down her chin.

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Eventually I was going to have to just suck it up and leave the District Square, but right now I just didn't have the energy. For now I was going to just have to not succumb to the burning pain in my side. If I fell unconscious, especially in the snow, that could mean hypothermia and imminent death. I, for one, did not feel like dying because of the cold; bleeding to death is a maybe, seeing as it's a much better way of going down than dying from the cold. That just seemed like a wimpish way of ending it all.

But then suddenly something heavy presses down on my stomach, making it a little harder to breathe. Hell, I was having trouble breathing as it is, but now I've got something on me, so it only makes things worse. Growling and muttering, I opened my eyes briefly, seeing Vicky right above me. Pft, well, then. I closed my eyes, letting her do whatever the hell it was she was going to do. I didn't care anymore.

For a moment, things are still, but then suddenly there's a whole lot more weight on me and I feel a presence right beside my face. I open my eyes again, her breath right on my ear as she asked a question. Exhilarating? What, murdering people? I was about to answer her when a sharp, piercing pain shot through my face. I let out a long and loud series of colorful words, feeling blood running down my skin. Not only that, but she licks the blood off of my face. Now, I'm used to being morbidly sick when torturing people, but it felt weird to have her licking my face. I looked up at her, dark eyes narrowed, and tried to move to lunge out at her, but as soon as I shifted a hot pain made itself known in my side, making me immediately cringe back down into the ground, literally crumpling underneath her. Well, I'm basically screwed. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was at the mercy of Vicky, the girl that I had tried to kill hardly minutes ago.

"Just get it over with, whatever the hell you want to do to me, then get the fuck off of me."

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He tried to get up, throwing some weight forward only to crumple back down. He just gave up, no fight anymore. Sad. Bear was a whole lot more fun without the gash in his side. Less dangerous now. Less... exhilarating. He was just laying there now, prepared for anything Vicky was going to do to him.


"Just get it over with, whatever the hell you want to do to me, then get the fuck off of me." Could he not take it? He just accepted his fate? Pathetic.

Vicky leaned against his chest, looking at his face, a bit disappointed. Her finger traced the fresh scratch on his face.

"What is it, Bear?" she said, the words slipping out in the same sultry tone. "You can dish it out, but you can't take it?

Vicky continued dragging the tip of her finger over the scratch.

"How boring," Was he just going to lie in the snow? Lame. She needed to do something. Something that could trigger a response- anything really. Her eyes drifted up to his eyes, then rolled down to his lips. Vicky felt a little light bulb turn on above her, making her sport a wide grin. She closed the little space that was between them and touched her lips to his.

"Cassandra is better off dead," Vicky said, breaking away. "Why live when all you have is a man that can't satisfy?"

It wasn't until she said that did Vicky realize there was something wrong with her. She stopped for a moment and took in the situation. She was sitting astride a man that tried to kill her in the bitter cold trying to coax a response out of him. Vicky wrapped her mind around it but then dismissed it. Everyone has those kind of days.

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What the hell was Vicky trying to get at? Of course I could take my own dishings; the only thing was that I was bleeding to death in the snow and the damn bitch had possession of my knife, so I was pretty damn vulnerable. And not only that, but she had me pinned down. Great. Just fucking great.

Vicky then puts her finger on the cut on my face, dragging her nail along it and sending hot shots of pain through my face. I tried to wince away, but when your head is against the ground, there isn't really much you can do, so I just set my jaw and endured the pain her nail was causing. Was she all of a sudden thinking that she was more bad ass than me? Oh no. Oh hell no. Not on my time.

"Boring? Ha." I growled, twisting my head out from under her hand and glaring up at her, my dark eyes narrowed. "This is just me not c-" But I was cut off. You know why? Because she fucking kissed me! WHAT THE HELL?! And not just that, but she just added the alcohol to the open wound.

"Cassandra is better off dead."

That. Was. It.

A sudden, fiery rage swelled up inside of me faster than I could really realize what was happening. A primitive snarl sounded from deep inside my throat. Screw the stab wound in my side -- I took my bloody hand off of it and raised my other one, launching them both up at Vicky. I wanted to grab onto her neck and squeeze it -- dig my finger nails into her soft skin -- and strangle her so that she died. Vicky was going to die. I didn't always need my knife to take a lift that needs to be taken.

"Don't you fucking talk about her like that!"






((Yaaayyyyy! :DDDD But now I've procrastinated my homework too long DDDD: -flees- ))

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Don't you fucking talk about her like that!"

Suddenly the boy who had been paralyzed with pain and had allowed Vicky to scratch up his face was suddenly beyond pissed off. She couldn't find a word that described the fury that exploded from him. Suddenly he was sitting up, all but forgetting about the wound she managed to finally land on him, and his hands were at her neck.

Shit.

Vicky wasn't in the best position to leap off him either. Her legs were stiff from the cold and straddling someone who is choking you is hard to escape from. Bear's hands clasped around her throat and pushed down on everything concealed underneath the delicate skin there. Instinctively her hands flew up to scratch at his hands but the sudden, tearing pain in her left arm made her throw it back down. Frantically, the nails on her right hand worked at his skin, trying to scratch all the way through his hand. Vicky sucked in one more breath before her air was cut off completely.

That's when the lightbulb went off. Vicky opened her eyes which had closed in concentration, and started to stare at Bear's face. She let her right hand relax and then fall in her lap. With her eyes glazed over she rolled them into the back of her head and let her entire body go limp, slumping against the madman.

Oh Ripred, let this work. Make this guy a sucker for five minutes- please!

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My hands were on the girl's throat -- ohh hell. I tried squeezing as hard as I possibly could, feeling her pulse underneath my fingertips, and at some point I even tried to dig my thumbs into the area near her windpipe, but I don't know how well that worked out.

The rush of adrenaline I was getting was oh so sweet. Just like the old times when I used to go out with Lane and hunt down people. We always had so much fun. Damn, those were the best times... I miss Lane. But now is not the time for that. I was going to kill this girl for dissing on Cassandra. Vicky was clawing at my hands, but when I was as mad as I was right then, I didn't give a fuck. She deserved it -- she brought it upon herself! She shouldn't have said that if she didn't want to face the consequences!

... but then just like that, she fell limp against me. She had stared at me for a moment before her eyes just rolled to the back of her head and then she just... passed out, or something. It took a moment before this actually fully registered in my head, causing me to let go of her. I killed her.... didn't I? No, I could still feel her pulse underneath my fingers. But maybe I just cut off her air supply long enough to knock her out. With her eyes closed and in such a peaceful-looking state, she really did look an awful lot like Cassandra.... I quickly let go of Vicky, jerking my hands away and returning the bloody one to the wound on my side. I scooted back in the red snow, quickly reaching out and grabbing my knife and holding it tightly. If this Vicky tried anything else, I'd be ready for her. But for now I just sat there, hand clamped to my side, watching her silently.

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Yes! It worked! Hahahahaha Bear is such a sucker for falling all these half-baked plans Vicky keeps coming up with! Ha! Ha....

Shit, what now?

Her cheek was resting against Bear's shoe, her eyes still held closed but with her heart racing. The breath she'd be holding became useless and stale. Slowly letting it out, Vicky let another clam one slip between her lips. What to do. What to do. The man had stopped shifting and had settled into stillness. What was he doing? Vicky had felt the hilt of Bear's knife being pulled from her hand. Ripred, what now?!

She couldn't stay like this forever. Lying in the snow- she'll die. Eaten by Bear- She'd die. So Vicky Barci took in a deep breath and did the only thing that sounded reasonable in her head. Run.

Quickly, Vicky pushed off the ground with her right hand, still cradling her left arm to her chest, and stumbled to her feet. Taking a step back, she tripped over her own feet and the slickness of the road. Falling on her back, the air was pushed out of her lungs, but Vicky still tried desperate attempts are crawling away from the boy. She flipped onto her stomach and clawed at the stones paving the square.

This worked better in my head.

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I could've skinned her face right then. Vicky was out of it, so what was holding me back from gouging out her eyes and carving my name into her face the way she had cut mine underneath my eye to my jaw? However, I would go the more artistic way and carve a picture around her eyes and mouth. Maybe even cut off her lips and eyelids and eat them. That way she wouldn't be able to bitch at me and wouldn't be able to blink. Ha! That would make me so incredibly happy. No more Vicky to be all snarky and think she was better than me. But then I wouldn't be able to kiss her.... She wouldn't be able to get away at this point with being all passed out and shit, so why couldn't I bring myself to hurt her?

... because she looked like Cassandra, that's why.

With this new realization, I -- for the first time since I can really remember -- softened my gaze on her and relaxed my mind, examining her facial features once more. Every bit of it looked so.... familiar. It was kind of scary, actually, but extraordinarily captivating at the same time. I took my hand off my stab wound and reached out, gently stroking her cheek. As soon as I did that, though, the bitch all of a sudden came alive and scared the shit out of me. Vicky took off like a scalded dog, falling and tripping over herself in an attempt to get away from me, lying on her stomach and trying to claw at the ground.

And all of a sudden, I didn't want her to go.

Using my free yet bloody hand, I quickly reached out in an attempt to grab onto her ankle to try to stop her from going. "Where do you think you're going?" Even though I was holding on my knife still, I wasn't planning on using it. Instead, I had a different idea in mind.

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Did he touch her cheek? Vicky shivered at the thought of him grabbing her face preparing her skin for butchering. Bear's fingers had wrapped around her ankle but Vicky still tried, fruitlessly, to get away. His grip on her wasn't all that tight, but it was still there keeping her in place. She probably could have broken out of it if she had really tried.

Just as Vicky was accepting her fate Bear said something that twisted her thoughts in such a confusing pattern that she didn't know what to think of it.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The words sounded like a threat- but the tone? Vicky had heard Bear growl in ear enough tonight to know that that statement wasn't powered by rage. It was... Vicky couldn't even find words to describe it.

Vicky slowly turned over onto her back, scooting a little bit closer- but not too much. She was still far enough away to make a break for it (like she could actually run anywhere at this point). Cradling her left arm to her, Vicky looked at Bear, letting her confusion show on her face.

"Uh... safety?" she didn't know if she should have answered at all, but his tone made it sound like a sincere question instead of a rhetorical one.

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Well, obviously she was going for safety, seeing as I had threatened her so much and I had a knife with me, but I didn't want her to go. Something about her was just drawing me in the same way Cassandra had, and I'd be damned if I didn't respond to it. It'd drive me up and down the hall if I just let her go. I bet you it was lust that kept me from letting her go. Vicky was quite sexy, if I say so myself, even if she was bleeding from where I had cut her.

When she scooted a little bit closer, I couldn't help but keep my eyes locked onto her. I refused to let go of her ankle, though I kept a loose grip on it. She looked up at me, obviously confused by me asking why she wanted to leave. I just sat there quietly for a moment before suddenly moving, letting go of her ankle as I leaned down and kissed her full on.



((Ahck, the ending is rushed. Dx ))

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Bear didn't respond. He just sat there, his hand wrapped around her ankle, looking at her. Vicky could only stare back. Bear's face wasn't contorted into rage or any emotion Vicky could easily read. There was something about his eyes that she couldn't place, there was something in the way his fingers were laced around her ankle that held another motive.

Vicky's heart settled to a somewhat normal pace, but her chest still heaved with the effort of breathing. Suddenly his fingertips slid from her ankle and he was moving towards her. Vicky's heart leaped into her throat, almost positive that he would run his knife over her neck. Instead he leaned his head down and caught her lips with his. It didn't feel like any of the other kisses she had gotten from Bear that night. It had a different feel, a different taste, a different power behind it.

Her right hand had flown up to his chest when he leaned in, but now it was limply hanging over his shoulder as Vicky worked her lips with Bear's. She broke their lip lock for a moment, leaning back a little so she could examine his face. Heat went to her cheeks for no apparent reason and she met Bear's lips again, hoping he didn't see it.


Part of Vicky wanted this all to be a dream, but the stronger, hungrier part wanted it to be all real. Vicky knew which side she was on now.

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Whatever the hell compelled me to kiss Vicky, I didn't care what it was; I was beginning to like it. She was a good kisser, that's for sure, but it was still cold and snowy and I was bleeding out and I didn't want to stay outside much longer, but hell, forget that. I was getting into the smooching and using my tongue at times, not really caring if anyone was watching us out in the town square.

But after a few moments (or minutes, I don't know how long), my side was beginning to hurt again. As much as I didn't want to, I had to break away, my hand gripping my side even though I think the blood was finally slowing its flow. But how much had I bled already? The snow all around me had streaks of various shades of red, most of them being maroon to black-ish. Definitely not good. I've seen bodies being drained of blood in the morgue and they definitely have a hell of a lot of blood inside them, which freaked me out. Such a little stab wound had caused me to feel like my whole body was being drained like a corpse. But then I'd be able to eat myself, which is the only upside to this.

"As much as I'd like to stay out in the snow," I said quietly to her, trying to make my voice mysterious/seductive enough for her to stay with me a while. My face was a few inches above hers still. "I'll either first freeze to death or bleed to death."

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