Brody: mindf*ckMature

I have literally seconds to decide what to do.

I can't fight Dustin and Brendon.

I can't hurt Fate.

I'm probably going to have to do both.

I figure, if I play along now - which will involve hurting Fate - they'll have no reason to suspect me, and most vampires sleep during the day, so I'm hoping that I'll be able to sneak him out when the sun's up.

At least that's the plan.

So the first thing I do, is walk straight over to Fate and punch him square in the stomach. I sneak in a little healing while I'm there and smile to myself. So long as he looks like he's hurt, I can heal him and still play the part.

"Fuck off," he grunts. I put my hand on this throat and squeeze a little, trying to look threatening as I heal him some more. He tenses up and I growl, shoving my face in his as he kind of tries to shrug me off. I squeeze on his throat a little more, and he tenses further. I let go, slapping him across the face, and scratching down his torso, though I heal it almost instantly. He lets out a tiny whimper as I look around to see that Dustin has gone, and I'm not being watched.

I drop back a step and frown as Fate spits at me.

"Had enough now?" he asks. I wipe it off, stepping closer again to whisper in his ear.

"I'm here to help you, Fate, but they'll kill me if I look like I'm not on their side."

"You're here to help me. Of course you are." He scowls at me.

"Fate, you don't spend sleepless hours trying to figure out if you love someone back and then not try to fucking help them," I tell him kind of snappishly, irritated and hurt that he doubts me.

"Sorry," he mumbles after a short silence.

"What for?" I ask, managing to keep my voice even. He shrugs, wincing a tiny bit. I put my hand on his shoulder for a moment and heal him some more before dropping it straight back to my side. I mean, it doesn't seem like he recognises me, so I guess he wouldn't want me touching him or anything. That kinda hurts actually. That he doesn't seem to know who I am, I mean.

"How do I know I can trust you?" he asks, breaking another silence between us.

"Well, I'd have hoped that maybe the fact you told me only the other day that you love me might have been enough," I tell him, attempting to keep the hurt growl out of my voice. Because let's face it, he could've just been saying it. I could've been wasting the last few days trying to work out if I love him back.

"What?" I open my mouth to reply, but it snaps shut again as I bite back whatever was going to come out of it.

"Never mind. It doesn't matter. I'll get you out of here and you can go back to your pack."

"I don't have one."

"I know one that'll take you on," I mutter. He arches his eyebrow, but I ignore it. "I'll speak to them later about it. I better go."

"Wait," he says, just as I reach the door. I turn and look at him. He goes to say something but apparently changes his mind. "Thanks." I leave.

Dustin is waiting in the CCTV room for me, a grumpy look on his face. I give him a bland smile. "Stay away from him from now on. He's my toy, not yours," he tells me in a tone that matches the expression on his face.

"Oh, but he's so much fun to play with," I say. He just scowls at me. "If you don't mind, I've got some sleep to catch up on. I'll see you tomorrow evening," I give him another bland smile, barely paying attention as he says "Fine" with a glare. I feel his glare follow me out of the door, but honestly, I'm too busy trying to deal with the total mind fuck to care. 


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