❝ i know what you’re thinking; middle of nowhere, a guy comes up to you in a very fancy suit, and he has an offer for you. not just any offer, but a great one – all you have to do is sign a paper and you can rule the world. so, tell me…what is it you want, but instead of your soul… i just want a favor. one that i can claim at any time up to and past your inevitable demise. ❞
He had asked the question out of a slight amount of concern. Not for Peter, but for that black goo that attached itself to the boy. From what Ky knew, it needed Peter, and it didn’t want to let go of it’s Host. It was a relationship that Ky could relate to; never truly wanting to let go… at least not truly, but they had to. It was the only way one relented completely from a struggle.
In Ky’s case, he never wanted to go back home, and he never wanted to go back anywhere near there. He would have to eventually, but even Ky knew that sometimes the best things were what you didn’t personally want. It may have been painful, but Ky knew that what he was about to suggest wasn’t going to be taken well.
He knew how to play savior; to be there when Peter needed him most of all. He knew what to say, how to say it, and now? He was going to something that might make him seem a bit harsh. True, it might not have been the best idea, but it would suffice – just until Ky could find a way how to make both Peter and the ooze cooperate together or… get them separated.
“Mmm.” Ky’s right hand moved under Peter’s chin for a few moments, slowly rubbing it. “Have you ever thought of…giving in?” A dark grin spread across his lips as he lowered his voice to just a low whisper. “It might help.”
THE BLOW HAD BEEN unexpected. but also not. ross felt pain bloom across his face, skin breaking and blood flowing. he’s sure his teeth clacked too. hopefully none of them were chipped or broken. that wouldn’t be fun. how many of his teeth were actually original? the agent had a habit of being captured and wailed upon. this time is no different.
lips curls and the agent spits a spray of blood. “give me a good and logical reason to share my information with you and i might be so inclined to do so.”
INSTEAD OF LAUGHING AT THE REQUEST, he restrained himself from doing so. no, ky could give several good reasons to why he needed the information, but as to share it? all he could give ross was threats – one’s that he would absolutely go through with, but threats all the same.
“or, he said,” hand moving to grip ross’ chin tightly. “we can do this for a few days straight. either way? you’ll give me what i want.” or, they could be in the same position when the time had passed. it was a risky move, but one he was willing to take – even if it meant making sure ross knew just what would happen if he didn’t comply. “’cause, the way i see it? this can only end in a few ways.”
okay, but give me a thread or threads where ky actually has a good role model in his life, and actually is attempting to be better than he is? give me that anti-hero or attempting to be hero ky!
“don’t take it personal… i hate your kind.” more specifically, ky saw vampires as mere parasites. maybe his view could change, but for the moment? no, he didn’t think it would. not now and not anytime soon. “i saw the opportunity and i took it. if i had the chance again? you’d be dead. no torture and no second chances.” not if he had anything to say about it.
“so,” he said, hand running through his hair. “if you want to paint me? you can, but keep those teeth to yourself.” maybe that way he wouldn’t have to deal with the constant urge to put an end to ethan’s existence.
Hellfirebound 