“don’t get me wrong, i would love to say i despise your company, but it’s almost tolerable.” for ky to say that, it must have meant a lot since he usually hated everyone around him. so, it was a step up… if only slightly.
he should have kept his interest to a bare minimum. an interest that was slowly growing the more time he spent around her. part of him didn’t want to go down that path — getting to know her, but at the same time… it was unavoidable. it was going to happen either way… with or with out his personal intervention, but still… there was some hope it wouldn’t go that far. there had to be. “the same could be said about you.” a simple statement, but one he most likely assumed would enact some sort of harsh response, “just a little girl playing at an adults game.”
“if it’s something personal then no, not really.” she has enough problems thank you very much. finding out how he’s in another body isn’t a priority unless she’s getting paid to look into it and this is way over her head. “I can get on board with the drinking but not murder. I have too many cops on my ass waiting for me to fuck up as it is.”
“i could just… kill the cops waiting for you to mess up.” in truth, he didn’t mind a little murder. nor, did he think it truly mattered to the state of things. people died all the time, so what if he murdered a few? it was simply his nature. well, when he was having his good days. “or… we could just drink up a thousand dollar tab.” a pause, “my treat, of course.”
she might not been a killer. been a murderer, but he was. several times he had taken lives. several times he had made sure to set examples. several times he just didn’t care. what could he say about them anyways? they were lesser than him. lesser than what he was and who he was. their lives meant nothing to him. why should they? it was funny, she never wanted to be one, and it was amusing. just by what he knew about her already there was something he could take for his own. maybe, just maybe, he could inch his way under her skin, but that would take time. not to mention a facsimile of trust that they shared – be it forced or otherwise. it would work. it had to work. “ not now, but one day…you might be.”
a simple question that ky thought would suffice for the time being. true, he was a little off his game here, but all the same…he thought he would at least ask. maybe then he could get more information and do…something with it. truth be told, he hadn’t really thought that far ahead this time around.
he was staring but in his defense, it was weird. not ‘my ex was a doppelganger of someone else’ weird but pretty high up there. “somewhere or in a morgue? what happened to the one who was using it before you found it?” he’s not asking because he cared or was judging, he was actually curious. “are they still in there or do you get rid of them when you take over the body?” was it like the travelers? he’s full of questions apparently and if Ky’s going to be here then he might as well ask them.
“—- better question, does it even matter?” in his mind, he doubted why damon would have even cared about such things. he was simply in another body; one, that would suffice for the moment. of course, at the same time, he was still going to answer the questions — just he wanted to make it clear he didn’t think clear explanations were needed, “i sometimes make sure the soul is gone, but other times? well, they don’t get that luxury.”
he once may have cared about what happened, but now… ky just shrugged it off. as long as he was in one piece, he didn’t care about what happened to anyone else, and it stayed that way… usually, “not that it matters much any more. human life is so…. boring.”
“that takes up a pretty good chunk of it..in between drinks of course.” or actually doing her job when she has a case. sometimes that requires hitting stupid or annoying people so all’s well that ends well. patience isn’t her strong suit and neither is sobriety. “do I want to ask why you look different?”
“do you really want to know the answer to that little question?” in truth, he doubted that she would, but all the same, he wasn’t really going to elaborate on the ‘how’s’ or even ‘why’s’. “i might be many things, but i’m good for a drink, and most of the time murder.” among other things.
“I barely know you. for all I know, you buy the cheap shit when you’re trying to impress someone to get into their pants.” he wouldn’t be the first she’s met that’s tried that particular tactic. as if it matters what you drink when you were staring at your ceiling. or their’s. “save the imported shit for next time.. if there is one.”
“if i ever managed to get into anyone’s pants, i’ll let you know.” honestly, he didn’t really care about getting into her pants at the moment. nor, did he seem to think it was important, but everything would come in due time. that he was quite sure of, “either way? i’m quite sure there will be a next time. you can count on that.”
Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip
he didn’t need anyone to care about him. nor, did he see a reason to why anyone ever would. if anything, he expected damon to finish the job: do more than just a busted lip and a black and blue face. to do more than just ask ‘who did this’, but then again, he doubted it would actually matter these days.
ky’lar was getting tired, everything was dragging on, and his will to keep on going was getting lower by the day. it didn’t matter how much he tried, part of him wanted it to end, and that was why he didn’t fight back. not this time… not until he finally got the opportunity to get out of there.
“Don’t know. Possibly some hunter….. Just leave it be.”
all warnings and threats aside, he has a decision to make. does he help the demon on the off-chance he can make good on that favor, or should he cut his losses now and consider it a bullet dodged? one never knows what the future has in store and he could use an ace up his sleeve that Stefan wasn’t aware of. they might be getting along today but that could change by tomorrow. “obviously you’re not doing a very good job with that if you’re here asking for my help.” a dangerous gamble in itself when he’s well-known for killing the messenger or if he was feeling vindictive. “say that I have a witch who might be able to do your spell — what would she need to do?”
“if i had other options, i would have took them, but as it stands, you’re the only one that i had left.” a lie, there were more than likely others — he knew that quite well. “what i need done is simply keeping the vessel intact. i can go to another body, sure, but it still takes time to find one.” it was more than that, he could take any body he wanted to, but half the time they simply exploded, and he wasn’t willing to deal with a splattery mess, “time… that i don’t have at the moment.”
Hellfirebound 