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Rose ([personal profile] taintedrose) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2011-06-13 12:39 am

[action: location: sanctuary hallways]

Being cooped up in the Sanctuary didn't do Rose any favours. If she was able to go outside the building and escape, then she wouldn't feel this trapped. It also meant that she could feed on the animals in order to satisfy her hunger. Rose still felt sick; she was pale, clammy and her vision was clouded. The pain was beyond unbearable and she knew that it would continue like this until she was put out of her misery.

Opening the door of her room, Rose ventured outside into the hallway and headed towards the kitchen. She knew that there was blood there from keeping an eye on the network and maybe it would be enough for now. To keep her from hurting people. When she got there, she realised that most of it was gone. Letting out a roar of anger, Rose slammed her fist on the counter, cracking it a little before she fell to the ground, willing herself not to think about what was happening to her.

Then she heard something. A voice. It was a little far away from her but it was distinctive.

Katherine.

That bitch.

Rose had wanted to confront her ever since she arrived in Taxon and now she had the opportunity to. Katherine would pay for what she did. She deserved it. Pushing herself up from the floor, Rose headed out of the kitchen, snarling as she did, determined to find the other vampire. Her fangs were bared and she was furious, prowling around the halls of the sanctuary, with one singular goal in mind.

Find Katherine and make her suffer.

Rose was adamant in her search for Katherine, not caring who came across her path. It kept her focused and made it easier for her not to slip into the inevitable madness. She was in so much pain and feral; just like she was back in Mystic Falls when she killed those three people at the high school. Sometimes, she lapsed in and out of hallucinations, seeing things that weren't there as well as hearing them. Rose pushes those thoughts away and continues to look, listening out for any signs of the other vampire.

Little did she know that it was Elena that she was stalking instead.

((ooc: And so begins the second and last part of Rose's glitch! Have fun!))

[Location: Sanctuary Hallways]

[identity profile] a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com 2011-06-22 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"The hamsters."

If it had been someone else - someone from her world, slipping through the cracks - then Drusilla would have noticed. Only the hamsters were clever enough to get past the pixies that whispered in her ears.

She kept her hand were it was, treating Rose as if she was an injured bird or a doll with a torn dress that she didn't know how to mend.

"Did they break you?"

[Location: Sanctuary Hallways]

[identity profile] a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com 2011-06-30 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
It had been a long time since Drusilla had been quite right. She was mad, subject to whims and fancies that other people - people who had brains wired in very different ways - couldn't hope to comprehend. Without a soul, she wasn't capable of feeling pity for the broken doll in front of her. But she was capable of spinning the webs that would draw her closer.

"They break everyone," she said, placidly. "They might fix you again."

Or they might not. Wouldn't that be interesting?

[Location: Sanctuary Hallways]

[identity profile] a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"You can let it out," said Drusilla softly, sweetly, with eyes as black as the blackest of nights. "It's only us. Only me. Cry for me, my sweet. You can cry for me."

Her voice was a low murmur, reassuring and warm, but there was ice underneath each syllable if you peered beneath the surface. She was ice.

[Location: Sanctuary Hallways]

[identity profile] a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Drusilla laughed - laughed and laughed and laughed, like water tumbling from a waterfall, the sound chasing Rose down the hall like a wraith - but she didn't follow. She didn't want to interrupt the bloodshed. She'd simply watch and savour the mess that the flower - withering and dying and already dead - made when she did let go.