I could almost kiss the stars ★ Dane

[Thaila Papillion]

Every fairytale has to end sometime...

Enough was enough. This was how it normally happened right?! Okay well normally it was the knight in armor storming the barricades and taking a stand about the big bad wolf, fighting the dragons with the simple aim of getting their princess. Thaila had never had the illusion she was a princess. For all her years with her nose in a book, she never put herself in the same league as the fair maidens those pages were littered with..... That was until she met Oregon Thorne. He was, and forever would be, the man that made a princess out of a lost little girl. He gave her back her belief in a happy ending, he made her believe in everything. She'd swear to you she could walk on air because he believed she was capable.

It wasn't really a secret that five months ago, Thaila would have welcomed death. Followed it quietly towards whatever fate it held for her. Her entire life, that was the only thing she knew was certain.... She would soon be dead. While it was true that, as a vampire, technically the young girl was already dead, it was the more permanent kind that Thai waited patiently for. It honestly would have been an easier destiny for the poor thing, but it would appear that the world had other ideas for her. Ideas that had slowly become apparent to her since the day the guppy lipped blond saved Buddy the bear from the belligerent bookcase of doom!

The rest, as they say, was history!

It was, for the most part, Thaila Elise Papillion's opinion that she happened to be the luckiest girl on earth. All the obstacles she'd faced, the hurdles she'd jumped, all the things she'd survived, they'd been more than worth it. She hid something incredibly dark within her. Something that for a very long time she'd hidden well. For the people that saw the cracks beneath her surface, she'd lulled them into believing she had it all under control. Maybe it was her facade crumbling, or the voice of a certain witch joining the masses that had taken up residence in her head a long time ago, but lately, it was becoming a lot more obvious that Thaila wasn't as 'fine' as people would have her believe.

The unborn child that Thaila carried with her was one of many reasons she hadn't wanted Oregon to see the real her, she was she was really like. The love she felt for him was, for lack of a better term, truly magnificent. Thaila couldn't bare for him to see her the way she viewed herself. It could be said that Thaila should have trusted him to love her no matter what, but for someone who'd lost everyone she'd ever loved, such a concept was hard to conceive. She knew he loved her, she knew he already doted on their child and she knew that her Ore was in it for the long haul, but the seeds of doubt were there. Planted by her own insecurity but watered daily by manipulative whispers. She'd let him catch a glimpse of herself and it terrified her. However this was nothing compared to the fear she felt upon entering a room and seeing her boyfriend half dead on the floor.

She remembered it so vividly, yet the memory seemed so surreal. It was almost like she hadn't really seen it, it had merely been an image conjured from the words of another recounting their experience of it, but it was real. She'd been there. She'd seen it. She'd felt that helpless feeling she was scared to remember, that fear she never wanted to relive. She'd watched, for that small moment, the life slip out of the man she loved. And why? Because he loved her.... Every minute she'd spent by Oregon's bedside, every pained expression, every wince, every drop of blood that slipped between the floor tiles at the bar where he was found, every tear his mother shed when she heard of the state her only child was in.... Thaila felt responsible for every last one.

So maybe it was guilt that led her here....

It wasn't like appearances mattered, but as Thaila stood outside the old abandoned building her brother resided in, she couldn't help but fix her long golden locks back into place and straighten her skirt. She would be lying if she said she wasn't filled with an insatiable fear right there. She was. Like nothing she'd ever felt before. Deep in the pit of her stomach and causing her to feel more sick than the pregnant teenager had felt before. The last time she'd been here, she'd run as fast as her legs had been capable of carrying her. She hadn't had a destination or any idea what she was going to do, but despite being scared, running that night had given her everything. She just had to hope that the objective this fear caused would have the same outcome. So machete in hand..... Thaila slowly slipped in through the sorry excuse for a door, slowly creeping through the building, looking for any sign of her elder sibling.

[Dane Iain Papillion]

The last few days’ events had seemed to be eventful. A few days back he had beaten his sister’s boy toy pretty badly. Trying to get him to leave her be so she would come home. It was where she belonged. All his other threats and advances didn't seem to work. He didn't know what else to try besides that! No one was safe around her didn't she get it? With him is where she belonged. He is family after all… Damn that stubborn Thaila why does she make him do such bad things to people. If she would come home, none of this would have happened. She should just give in and come home. He tried to kill him, but there was something off something horribly off. His blood was rancid it was almost like dead mans blood but far more rancid and toxic. It made him gag for hours on end. He had to drain several young women whose bodies still resided in the warehouse where he was living. He had to rest those few days that went, by and he had the serious case of the heebie jeebies. What was in his blood? Dane didn't know, but he intended to find out. Lucky for him the quick healing and stuff drew the bad blood out of his system otherwise, he'd be in trouble. He didn't like being weak and pathetic like he had been on that blood. The effects of it were terrifying even for him. He paced one of the rooms on the top floor, trying to figure out what the dude was. He wondered if he was dead! He did leave him pretty broken. He hoped he died to leave a message for his sister. Is it mean that he hoped the man was dead was it bad? He didn't care. He wanted what was left of his family back and he wanted it now damn it. He had this twisted love for her. He wanted her all to himself. Could anyone blame him really? Yea sure they could, but hell...he wanted her and badly. He tried having someone pretend to be their mother, he tried to set Eryk on her, but that plan back fired as well did the plan with Kheelen… What could break her and make her come running back? Only thing he could think of was take Oregon the lover boy out. He stopped pacing and could hear footsteps creeping a long, and the smell of her lingered threw the air. A smell of Thaila mixed with the sanitary Oder of a hospital… A sly smirk sprawled across his lips. She slipped out the door and into the hall… and looked to spy a Thaila… "What brings you here?" He asked his brow arched. He would try to play it all dumb like he wouldn't know what she is on about and wanted to hear what she had to say. He seen the machete in her hands, and arched a brow. What did she plan to do with that kill him? Yeah right! The idea of that was laughable. ((let me know if its workable.. if not i will fix it. )) [bg=18161c][atrb=border,0,true]

[Thaila Papillion]

It could be said that Thaila struggled to be surprised by Dane anymore. When someone as entirely sick and twisted as him, there was a part of you that had to expect the unexpected. She'd expected Dane to go after Oregon. It was a move Thaila had anticipated from the first moment she'd pressed her lips to Ore's. There was only so long you could fight your feelings for someone and heaven knew Thaila tried. She didn't want him to be another person hurt because of her, the way she saw it, her own hurt was bad enough. She tried to fight it, but the moment her lips felt his against hers, she was done. She was his completely.

She wouldn't let him be a victim of her brothers games. Not again. If for no other reason, Thaila couldn't live without him. If you were to walk through a graveyard and read the stones where couples are buried, so many died so soon after their lover. Some put it down to a broken heart and others believed it was simply an inability to live without the other, Thai believed in both. She believed both because she foresaw what would ever happen should she have to live without her man. A scare was more than enough! There was no way Dane was going to scare him off. Fresh out of hospital, all Oregon wanted to do was treat the mother of his child like a princess. Near death wasn't enough to make Oregon leave her. Only thing that would work would be death.... But unfortunately, Thaila didn't put that past Dane. More importantly... She felt it imminent.

It was undoubtedly stupid for a pregnant sixteen year old to go after the psychopath that haunted her dreams most nights. She knew that Dane would be expecting her, just like she'd expected Dane to be waiting. The stench of death in this place was overwhelming but they were nothing compared to the memories that made her stomach lurch. She remembered the days when her brother emerging through a door and standing right in front of her would have filled her with dread, but instead it just felt nothing. She felt nothing for the creature in front of her. Well nothing but a desire to wipe him off the map.

As he spoke, Thaila's grip tightened on the machete, her knuckles turning white around it. "Oh you know me, Dane. I love midnight strolls. Plus we haven't caught up in a while... How have you been?" She gazed at him with utter contemptment, a look she wasn't exactly accustomed to. She seemed so cool on the outside, an utter contradiction to what was going on behind the scenes. All Thaila could think was.... at least her baby was sleeping!

[Dane Iain Papillion]

Dane expected Thaila to come a knocking and expected that she’d run back to him after Oregon was hurt, because would he stop? HELL NO!

[/u] She belonged with him and she was what she was because of him. She should be dead an buried with their parents and if she didn’t want to join him and be part of what she should be then she is dead to him and all those who she loves will be dead to her. He then he will kill her slowly and watch the life second chance at life she was given slowly dwindle from her grasp until she is broken and nothing and begging to be killed.

Some part of him the little bit of him that had his humanity the little angel on his shoulder was telling him that he should just leave her alone and let her live her life, but the devil on the other said she should suffer. She should suffer never-ending torment for not giving into what she is and that she is a pathetic excuse for a vampire. She should pay, and this was her payment. Payment in punishment for her stupidity. She always was a naive little girl and ‘thinks’ she is in love. What does she know about love? She is only a petty teen. How does she really know what love is. How does she know she isn’t just lusting after the fugly big lipped fella, Dane hoped that he loved his makeover if he wasn’t a dead little thing.

He asked her what she was doing here. Yes, he expected her. He didn’t expect her to bring a machete. It was laughable because this is his pathetic and weak little sibling. She couldn’t hurt a fly that’s why she is the way she is and hasn’t given into what she is. Stupid and foolish. Did she think it was smart to come here and face him? “A Midnight stroll and with out your lover to dance with you threw the streets under the glistening moonlight what a shame and I have been good. How nice of you to ask and yes it has been a while hasn’t it? How’s life?” He wanted to know if she’d tell him of the baby the baby’s heart that was beating in that belly. He was going to play dumb and not know about her little fellas incident for the moment just to see if she would accuse him of it.

He could hear it the baby. It was a like a nice juicy dinner bell. He was sure the blood of her baby would taste magnificent, but there were plans for said child. Yes, plans were in the works for that baby, as well as plans for that boy toy of hers if he didn’t take the warning and flee, but even if he did flee well they’d find him and do away with him… either way he was one dead duckling. He knew she didn’t come to see how he was. “ I know you really didn’t come here to see how I am and ask me how I am doing, sis. Why are you really here? Have you decided to give in to what you are and come home where you belong?” He made sure to watch her with that machete. What a brave girl coming here alone with said weapon. He would let her attack first if that was her plan.

He didn’t think she had the balls to attack him, and if this was her ploy to threaten and scare him with that look that she wasn’t accustom too then she had another thing coming, but it surely was a good look on her, he moved a little closer to her to see if she’d flinch or back away. “ Can I get you something to drink?” He asked knowing what the answer would be. She wouldn’t trust him, and that she shouldn’t.[/center]
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[Thaila Papillion]

His attitude made Thaila feel ill. He clearly had a low opinion of her.. He thought her stupid, naive, weak, when in reality, she was none of those things. She was small, and blond, and had the eyes of an angel, but she was stronger than anyone knew. In fact she was stronger than most people who had such an opinion of her. The fact that she had survived for this long was proof enough of the fact. She may glitter delicately and believe in fairies, but she'd survived almost seventeen years of hell. Between beatings, verbal abuse, loss and the fact she wasn't all there in the head, it was simply a miracle she'd done so. She had the strength, the ability to fight, she just lacked the desire to do. Since the second Oregon confirmed her suspicions at the hospital, from the moment he told her that Dane put him there, that desire filled every part of her. She honestly thought the feeling would go away but it didn't, it got stronger by the second.

Her eyes couldn't help but roll as Dane spoke. He was ridiculous. "It is a shame.... You and I both know there's nothing I love more than looking up at the stars but, see.... He had a little accident..... Well I say accident, some PSYCHOPATH just stopped him in the middle of the street and beat the living crap out of him. I mean what kinda person would do that? Oh and.... I guess from that you can tell how life is!" She wasn't going to mention her baby. If she was honest, she'd gotten used to the sound of his little heart ticking, so much so she'd forgotten about the high possibility he was hearing it too. But as far as she was concerned, the baby was none of his business. It was no ones business but hers and Oregon's.

Lifting her weapon, she placed the point against her forefinger and twisted it gently, looking down at it for a moment before looking back up at Dane from beneath a flutter of long lashes. Her head quirked to the side ever so slightly and she just watched him. "You really don't get it do you? This isn't home. This was never my home. This was merely a prison, a place you kept me, a place you used to torture me..... That's not the definitely of home, brother dear." There was so much venom in her voice that she could have killed anything in the vicinity. She no longer considered the dark haired man before her to be her older brother. Her brother had died a long time ago. The person that attacked Oregon wasn't family, he was a monster.

He stepped towards her, a move that would have also scared her a little while ago, but instead of flinching or cowering, she lifted her chin, golden eyes looking up to him. It was as she stood there looking at him that she remembered where she learned the look from in the first place. The brother that, as they used to joke, was always her knight in tin foil. It was the look Dane gave their father every time he stood in front of him and took the blows for her. Her brother taught her this look so she could stand up against the monsters, and she was doing just that. "A drink? No thank you. See I have this rule.... Don't drink and dismember." With that she twisted the machete again, letting its surface take in the light and glisten towards Dane.

[Dane Iain Papillion]

She had said they both know she loved looking at the stars and that was true she did, she loved to look up at the stars and loved how the moon glistened high above her. She was always loved them sappy princess stories with happily ever afters, but with their life a children one would think that would never unfold for them. Their childhood wasn't the easiest and he had taken beatings on more then one occasion and partially blamed their mother for their hurt and suffering because she left them. She could have took them and ran, but no she ended herself like the selfish little bitch she was. He did what he had to do for them to live and that small part of humanity in him couldn't let his sister die by the mans hands which she almost had before he turned her, and well that was when he first had his hand at killing and something inside him snapped and he liked it. He wasn't good and pure of hurt like Thaila somehow held on to. What made her so good and pure was beyond him. Perhaps it was part of that weakness he though resided in her that she thought life could be all happily ever after and fairy tales. Why he didn't think she'd use that weapon. He thinks she'd injure herself with it before it would even phase him. " Some Psychopath you say really? Hmmmm maybe they thought he needed a make over you never know . I hope he is feeling better." , which was a lie a smug smirk across his lips. She didn't flinch when he moved closer to her. The heart beat of the baby inside her growling louder and louder as he stepped closer to her. She had guts coming here. He did give her that. " You don't drink and dismember. Hmmm shame... it could be fun, but darling. Though you don't drink so you know the only thing that would be dismembered is you. You don't feed dumpling.. So you know I am stronger and faster then you, and well whatever you do get your nutrients from we all know where it is going.. Do you really want to play with fire darling?" He asked his smirk growing wider and licking his lips. Pointing finger from her to her tummy meaning that is where the nutrients are going .. " Do you hear that tasty little dinner bell?" he said with a menacing laugh. Made him wonder if it was Talon's or the fish faced boy she was with now. Would be fun to take that away from them and see how they like their fairytale then. If she was here to use that thing what he just said would surely give her more motive to use it and when she gets close enough perhaps he could kill it.. How he was now imagining ripping the thing out of her stomach and making it dinner..He was sure it would be a delectable tasty morsel. She had changed so perhaps she learned something from the lessons he had been trying to teach her. Though even with her twisting the blade he still didn't think she had the balls to actually attack him with it. If he had any decent bone in his body she could have told him there is a cure for this curse and she wanted it and wanted to be normal again and he'd give it to her, but there was no decency within him anymore.. That Dane was gone long ago and he'd rather her dead then be with that dude she was now...He was a monster and loved to kill. Humans were so tasty and fun to play with. He really didn't get how she could love one. Was he even human? There is something wrong with his blood. It made him sick. She had twisted the machete towards, him and he quickly made a swift moved to grab her wrist so it wouldn't him him this time, and tried to grasp her wrist tight enough so that she'd drop it. " I told you love I am stronger then you, and here was never meant to be prison, I was training you and look at how far you have come when pushed." (( hope i read that right and it was meant to make impact or something if you want me to change anything let me know sweetie I less then three you <3 )) [bg=18161c][atrb=border,0,true]

[Thaila Papillion]

The sheer fact Dane dare pretend he cared about Oregon, made Thaila's stomach churn and her blood boil. She didn't know what was greater, the desire to lose the contents of her stomach or wipe that smug grin off his face. He thought he had it all worked out. He thought he was smarter than her. Maybe he knew more about what they were, maybe he was a little more adapted than she was, to vampyrism and to the world, but she had something he didn't have... She had dreams. Even when they were young, her dream might have been to sit in a tower until her prince rode by on his white horse and slayed the dragon to save her, but they were more than Dane ever had. Even now... He like her had lacked a life when they were alive, yet instead of trying to find himself or have a life, he'd spent almost a year trying to track her down and get her back. He'd spent the year since she'd left making her life as hard as possible and she understood why, if she thought she had even the slightest chance of getting the real Dane back, she'd fight tooth and nail for it.... But she couldn't believe the determination he had.

Thaila had never felt disadvantaged for her lack of having tasted human blood, that was perhaps a case of 'you can't miss what you never had' but she had a natural energy and strength that perhaps came from her youth, she wasn't sure. What she had kept her going for this long. She could lift a grown man, put her fist through a wall and throw a car... that seemed extraordinary enough to her. Eryk and herself had discussed the repressions of being pregnant and the fact that she needed to feed more to sustain her pregnancy, she never for a moment thought it could effect her physically. Dane seemed to like telling her she had no chance, informing her that going against him was like playing with fire. It only took a few words for Dane to make her doubt everything she was doing here..... He took him mentioning her little boy! A dinner bell?? Was he for real? She felt dirty just being related to someone so sick.

He had to know he had her running scared, she knew him to well to be naive to the fact. To this point she hadn't winced, she hadn't flinched, not once.... But as he took her wrist, for a second, something inside her pulled away. She let out a little whimper as a shot of pain spread through her wrist and down her arm, but she didn't drop the weapon, in fact she held a tighter grip on it, her knuckles so pale you'd wear you could see the bone. With a quick turn, she was able to move so the blade came in contact with his arm, and a quick pull sliced up his arm and used the advantage to pull her arm free from his grip, moving back so he couldn't grab her again and holding the weapon like she was ready to attack. "This wasn't because you pushed me... Maybe in your sick twisted fantasy world, you had something to do with who I am... But you didn't! You're a monster!! You ever read a fairytale where the monster didn't die?!"

[Dane Iain Papillion]

Thaila coming to find him was still a shock to him, but there was one thing about Dane. He underestimated her. She seemed girly and into fairy tales, but he didn’t see how she grew up and wasn’t a scared little girl anymore. She didn’t flinch at all when he made advances like she would have done years ago and go cower and cry. She was standing her ground and she came and found him. She didn’t back away at his threats or back away saying her child was a dinner bell. He was certain it would of made her flee. He did have the advantage he was the blood drinker and she wasn’t she was a disgrace to their kind. What went wrong with his plans? Why was she being so stubborn? He knew he should have killed that dude and then maybe she would be crawling back. Wasn’t that what he said he would do? That he would kill everyone she loves. Maybe he should kill the baby and see how much heartache it would bring her. One thing was for certain he was a mean bastard, but he didn’t care. He wanted her back and that was what mattered he was a man on a mission a sick and twisted mission. He had tried to prove he was stronger and tried to scare the weapon of choice out of her hand by grasping the wrist trying to make her drop it, but that didn’t work. He did believe he was the reason she is the way she is now with all the torment he has inflicted on her. She was becoming her own little persona and if only she could be pushed to their side then well things would get hairy for them hunters. That baby could even be like them and if they had a little vampire it would be a welcomed addition to the family, but right now, he was just thinking it make a tasty snack. Dane after all had been doing some recruiting. He had her wrist and looked into them eyes and they didn’t blink at all. She didn’t even flinch when he had grabbed the wrist, what she did next totally shocked him he didn’t think she had the guts or the balls, but she did. She had turned her wrist, cut into him, and sliced up his arm. He was cursing loud obscenities at her and was extremely pissed off now. She had backed away from him and had the blade ready for an attack again and he just glared at her listening to her words and hissed at her. “Oh I didn’t you say? Where would you be now princess if it wasn’t for me. You’d be dead in the ground with maggots plucking out your eyes and buried in some unmarked grave. Who would care to remember you or would be able to afford to bury your sorry ass.” He spat at her in attempts to make her cry. She would be dead and in the wind if it wasn’t for him and she’d never have had Oregon, Talon, or the baby she is pregnant with. “If I didn’t push you why are you here?” He arched a brow, and wanted to know if she had an answer as she clutched at his arm it hurt like a bitch… “Well who says the Monster can’t win? Life isn’t a fairytale they are just someone’s hopes of a happily ever after which rarely happens. I am a monster. Psh then what are you little darling we are of the same thing.” He said to her, and paced in circle thinking. “You do know you will never get that happily ever after pudding.” He said a sly sinister grin on his face. “Everyone you know will suffer.” He said as he was able to over come the pain and speed over and slapped her across face wanting to make her bleed let her taste her own crimson liquid and then he went for the stomach aiming a punch right for it. He wanted her to suffer and to lose that baby. He wanted to break her and make her cry. How he would love to tie her up and torture her now. She was pissing him off. [bg=18161c][atrb=border,0,true]

[Thaila Papillion]

It was obvious that Dane was trying to get at Thaila with his words, trying to undo her, break her. She wasn't sure what advantage he felt her suffering would give him. He didn't want to kill her. She knew this. If she wanted to kill her he'd had ample chance. Did he get some sick thrill out of seeing her cry? Did her pain really cause him that much pleasure? And if that was the case, how could he claim to love his sister so much? How could you love so much but want to see them hurt? A chuckle came out of Thaila, a chuckle of disbelief. "I would rather be 10 feet under with no one to love me and no one to remember me!! I'd rather have maggots inhabiting every crook of my body and my flesh slowly rotting away than have to be where i am right now!"

She didn't mean her situation or her life, she meant standing in front of the image of her brother, her best friend her entire life, with a weapon in her hand. She was mentally debating the best way of taking her sibling's head off to free him of the curse that had been forced upon him. He kept talking. He was always with the talking. Compared to her real brother especially. Dane was more of a quiet soul, more about the thinking, cared more about protecting his sister from his thoughts. Luckily his next attempt to upset her was useless, partly because he was trying to convince her of things her loved ones had spent months disputing. "I'm not a monster... Being a monster isn't about what you are, it's about what you do!" Just like some humans were monsters, it was true that some creatures of the night could not be monsters...

He was really trying. He even tried slapping and kicking her. He wasn't going to hurt her. But then his hand went towards her stomach and without a second though her arm swung, the machete making its way towards his arm. She would take his hand off before she let it touch her stomach. As the arm went trying across the room, Thaila did the worst thing she possibly could have done. She stopped. The smell of his blood hit her suddenly.... Almost as sudden as the shock of her own actions. She tried to pull herself back together, quickly turning. The act was easier than she'd expected it to be with the extra person attached to her stomach. So she spun, machete in hands with an aim for her head.

[Dane Iain Papillion]

(( notes : Again let me know if this works for you or if I should change it. )) His words about her being dead without him and would be buried in the ground and no one to love her she told him that she'd rather have them eating at her flesh and to be not loved nor remembered then to where she is now. "Well that can be arranged you know." He said with a smirk. He didn't want to kill her. He rather her join them and be what they are. What pleasure it would give him if they took the hunting world by storm. She said she wasn't a monster it isn't about what you are it is about what you do. He arched a brow at that, "I know you must have that violence deep down inside the voices in your head telling you to do things. How you have managed to resist the temptations is beyond me." He had stated with a shake of the head and one of these days the monsters will win. Win they will indeed and he'd bask in the glory. Dane had tired to scare her into crying he tried to break her by slapping and kicking her, but that did not break her and then he went for the stomach and he couldn't believe what happened next!!! THE LITTLE WENCH CUT HIS ARM OFF… It hurt like bloody hell and he screamed in agony, which made his adrenaline and blood pump even more and pissed him off some more. He growled at his sister and his face scrunched up in devilish ways indicating he was angry as hell. Dane was bleeding on the floor. He needed to eat and soon… the pain was unbearable. He didn't like this feeling and she was now going to pay for the agony that she had inflicted on him. He would love to tie her up and torture her and do the same thing to her and see how she likes it, he had ducked the machete coming for his head, and in one swift move he kicked her legs out from under her so that she would fall down, how he'd love it if that knife just went right into that stomach and did away with her unborn baby so she could cry and beat herself up. If the blade didn't fall into her, stomach he hoped that she would lose it, and that would be that. Of course, she had an advantage with that thing; he quickly kicked her in the stomach. He wanted her to scream out in agony like he was. He was still mumbling obscene things under his breath. [bg=18161c][atrb=border,0,true]