Choking Love -William/Lucy?-

[camille]

Camille’s eyes slowly flickered open as she felt something burning at the back of her throat, the thirst for blood growing. It had to have been at least two days since she had woken up, as she just stared up at a room with familiar red walls. Two days had been enough time to transport her back to William’s as she was tied up to what felt like his bed. She just smelt his scent that settled in on the bed around her. She just found it rather ironic that he had a bed when he was a vampire and he really did not require a bed. There had been times she had thought he was actually sleeping when they had been together, just laying next to each other. It was all suspicious to her as though there was something missing. The windows were closed, her eyes soaking in the darkness of the room. Her eyes closed for merely a moment as she remembered when the night before she had left and how much harder that made it for her to leave.

She went to move her hands, but her wrists were bound by chains as she just lay there motionless. After a moment, she collected the energy, attempting to pull herself up, but her feet were bound as well. Whatever medal it was, it was strong enough to keep her from escaping. She tugged at them as hard as she could, but she could not do anything, just slumping against the bed as she gave up. Silence set in as she thought of Leon and the fact that she would never see him again. This was her dead end because if William would not kill her, she might kill herself. She would rather have been killed by her own hands at this point instead of William’s. Camille felt tears slowly roll down her cheeks, wanting to say goodbye but knowing she would never be able to do even that. She just wanted to be cradled by him and to never have him let go. She was not afraid of anything else but to never see him again which seemed inevitable at this point.

That’s when there was movement from the corner of the room as her eyes flickered, and she could smell his scent. She was not afraid, just weak and she did not move right now, not until she saw him by her side and she just leaned away from him, turning her head away. Her lips formed a thin line as the tears just rolled down her cheeks, almost like she was a young girl again. He had seen her truly cry when he first began training her, but here was the first time he had seen her since then. She did not even want to see him because she even felt an ache where he had hit her when he was at her house. If he touched her, she might crumble under his touch and she could not run. Part of her was too tired to fight as that part of her was slowly suffocating the part that continued to persevere.

Tag: William and maybe one of lucy’s characters, but not until later in this thread.
Notes: Just check your pms baby.
Words: 525.

[sam]

Salene paced back and forth in the large piano room in William’s huge mansion in Japan. He had called her and asked her to meet him there, because he wanted to show her something. He had finally found what he was looking for all these years. It would have been good if he had of told her what it was he was looking for then she would have been able to decide for herself whether or not it was worth coming all the way out here for. Yeah sure she loved her times with William and he really knew how to show her a good time but she really didn’t think that was worth coming all the way out to Japan for. She walked from one side of the room and back with her arms folded over her chest. She had been waiting in this blasted room for hours, the decent thing he could have done was sent some food down to her, whether it was a cheeseburger and fries or a fricking blood bag to occupy her time while she waited. She had known William a long time and he was a dear friend but jeez he didn’t have very good hospitality skills, hmm unless it was in the bedroom.

She then stopped pacing and walked over to the huge ceiling to floor window and lent against the cool glass, she looked down at the massive court yard below. She watched as the hired muscle walked back and forth monitoring the grounds, big black dogs at their sides sniffing the air for intruders. Hmm, he had pretty tight security, he either didn’t want people breaking in or he didn’t want people escaping. That thought made a smile dash across her face, she always did like a little kidnap and torture. She then thought back many, many years ago when she had met Will, he was very mysterious and she craved him very much, he drove her wild. The times they had together she would never forget. It wasn’t love or anything like that, it was purely lust they shared and she enjoyed the events that followed. She was pretty sure he enjoyed it as well. They hadn’t been in contact with Will in a couple of years and she had to admit she was a little excited to have gotten a call from him out of the blue. She just hoped it was worth it in the end.

Honestly how long could it possibly take, she had been in Japan for almost 24 hours and still she hadn’t even seen Will. Stay in the piano room, don’t go wondering around the house he said she replayed it over in her head. Why the hell did she have to stay in this stupid room, he could have picked the kitchen for her to wait in, that way she could have had something to eat by now. Salene loved her food and she was almost always eating something, she had a really fast metabolism so she never gained weight, thanks to her vampire blood she was always in sexy shape. She was growing impatient again and she pushed herself off the window and she walked over to the huge grand piano and sat on top of it, the hard wooden lid strong enough to hold her weight. She wore a little strapless black dress and a pair of knee high boots her jacket was off and slung over the back of an armchair nearby. She laid back on the piano her legs dangling over the side. She stared up at the high ceiling her eyes not really looking at it. Man she was just so bored, something happen already.

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What's on your mind, girl?
I know i wasn't suppose to post yet but i just couldn't help myself.
It's okay cause I'm cute and you know it.. hehe
Who is this baby for? Camille, William
What's the word on the street? 618
Check out this sexy shit i got on! Click
Who is next to leave their mark? William

[william]

i must confess ,

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i’m in love with my own sins ![/i][/b][/size][/font]

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He had only been away a short while, yet he already missed Japan. His home. He loved living there, though of course, not being Japanese himself he stood out from the crowd more so than he usually did. The thing is, he was glad to escape from Manuka for a bit, because here, where he lived, were so little supernatural people around, it made him happy. Maybe it was just his own self loving, and the want to be one of a kind, or just merely a sick fancy of which he doesn't really care for any more. He was shallow and vain, and he liked having the beauty that the people here portrayed him in. Not just in looks, but in the fact that he was great at combat, and martial arts, and he drunk in every single awestruck look when he beat the best of the best. Though of course, William had always had an unfair advantage over these people, he was stronger than a vampire, so a human sensei did not even compare to him.

They had landed a few hours ago. He didn't need to go on a public plane convincing that she was asleep because having lived this long, you have a lot of money to waste. He is talking about Camille of course. He had taken her away from Manuka. It was the best thing he had ever done, but he thought it could have went a lot smoother if she just had cooperated! But he had known she wouldn't. Every time he now thought of that beautiful face, he did not feel the love he used to before she ran away, and even immediately after. Now it was distaste and the claim to her, to show her that people did not run away leaving Will behind and got away with it. It had taken him a while to find her, yet it was worth it, because he now felt a sick satisfaction that she was in pain,t hat she was weak, and that he was the dominant one. She must learn her lesson, that's why she was here.

William had a sneaking suspicion that she had found someone else. A woman like her could easily find someone else to love, maybe he was wrong, but it he was right, he would enjoy taking her love away. If only because it had already happened three times to William himself. Right now, William was practising with his sword. He had some dummies there, some 'threats' yet he cut their heads off faster then he could actually touch them with the blade. It was pointless, but it was practice and it was making him work up a swear. Stopping for a second he wiped the sweat off of his upper lip. He had been at it since he had brought Camille back here, Called Salene and changed. It had been hours, and only now did William consider stopping and checking in on them, because if he knew Salene at all, she was an impatient woman, and William himself liked to make her wait. It was more fun that way, more cocky.

He had met Salene not long after Camille had run away, and she had been his refuge quite often. Just a meaningless fuck, but he really has grown to like her. He had even told her that he had a project, and now he was about to show her that result. He had been excited about it, and it had never gone amiss by the other Hybrid. So he had told her he;d show her, he wasn't entirely sure she would approve, but you know, if she didn't then it was touch on her because he has worked hard at finding Camille, and now he had her, he couldn't wait to share his joy with her. Wiping more sweat off of his brow, William went to quickly shower and change into low slung greyish jeans and a simple white t-shirt. He looked good just out of the shower, and he knew it. First stop, the piano room, in which he had told Salene to wait, then he would check on Camille. He had not seen here since he tied her up in a bed in his house, but that could wait a little longer.

He walked quietly to the piano room, opening the door and stopping just in the frame. The sight that greeted him brought a slight smile to his lips. That was Salene for you, boredom made her do the silliest things, as he saw her lying down on the piano, legs dangling down. He would have to remember that for later. "You know, you look damn sexy just laying on that." He licked his lips. She was a good looking girl, a girl who he has learnt to appreciate the body of. He moved forward a little, "I trust that you got here okay? I would get someone to bring you some food, but we have more important matters at hand for the moment. I'll treat you to dinner later." He winked, she must be hungry, because he knew she must have been here for a while.

As she got up from the piano, he walked close to her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and caressing her neck slightly with a mischievous smile. "Do you remember when I told you I was working on a project? A very special project?" He asked, in a low murmur, he waited for her acknowledgeable of the memory before speaking again. "Well, it is complete and I was hoping you'd like to see it with me." He grinned full out now, not sure if she would like what she saw. He mowed away slightly, and looked towards the door, his blue eyes shining. "Come." It was not a command, more of a suggestion. If she didn't want to, she wouldn't come. But she did and he led her down a few corridors, and past many doors. His house was big. He liked it. It kind f represented his personality too, harsh and cold.

Will was one hundred percent sure that Salene has never met Camille. It would be too stupid to not consider that, but what were the chances? Will did not think that conversation was necessary for the few minutes that they spent walking down the corridors. He approached the door from which he could already smell her. It seems like Gabe had done a good job tying her up, he was sure to remind him of that the next time he saw him. "Ready?" He asked Salene before pushing the door open into a dark room. It took a second for his eyes to adjust, but then he could see like it was daylight. there, on the bed, was Camille, strapped in. He could see tears streaming from her eyes and he could not care about that. He had cried too many times after Jane and Dahlia, he did not cry for Camille, but he wanted her to cry. It would change nothing. He did not care. He walked a little closer to the bed, wiping a tear from her face before turning back to Salene with a small smile. "What do you think?"

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THIS THREAD IS finished.
AND IT’S FOR Camille and Salene
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 1209 o.o got a lot of muse for this sexy boy <3
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO sleeping with sirens - if i'm james dean.
AND WE’RE WEARING outfit.
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? bah hope it is okay loves <3 I pplayed a bit with Salene, if there;'s a problem with that, tell me (:
THANKS FOR THE HARD WORK template (c) - bethasaur ftw . of CAUTION 2.0

[camille]

Camille just laid there for what seemed like years as he just stood over her, but she could not hear his words to the other individual standing in the doorway. She was too saddened by her realization that Leon and her would no longer be anything. Jackson…Jackson would think she hated him now and that maybe she broke up with him for a different reason. She missed them both, a big hole forming in her chest, not even caring about William. Camille almost looked like she was not alive right now, her hands curling abnormally as though she were dead. Her eyes rested on the floor weakly as she just barely felt his fingertips, just so numb all over. He had got what he wanted and for once she did not care whatsoever about what happened next. He could stab her, cut her, mock her, attempt to get something out of her, but there would be nothing. Camille was never like this, never so weak and pained to give in, not even in her dreams would she had ever thought she would end up like this. Silence set in as she just felt more tears come, washing down to his finger that had brushed the one tear. It was her last declaration at this point, her last fight to him even though she did not want to fight anymore.

Camille just looked up at Salene, her eyes so broken as the tears just built and fell in a repeated motion. There was something that connected between them like a zap of electricity and for a moment Camille could feel her shock. She wondered if Salene could feel or even sense the pain that Camille was going through. She just laid there, limp as she stared at her. She wanted to warn the woman, the vampire about this man she was standing next to, but she was afraid that if the vampire could not see the wrong message in what right in front of her, that she would never understand until it was far too late. William was a monster from the inside out and she would never go back to him, not for the rest of her life, even if that was a very limited time. She just closed her eyes after that, turning her head away from both of them now, feeling a tiredness take over her again as she just laid there.

Camille felt the stinging in the back of her throat tighten, just shuddering as pain shot through her whole spine. The virus was starting to eat away at her already, making her squeeze the chains that bound her to the place she was. She seemed to shrivel into herself as far as she could, holding back any noises that would naturally come from the deadly pain that stabbed at her insides. Then the pain ceased as she just relaxed afterwards, her eyes opening a little as she just stared emptily at the table next to her. She did not say anything for this whole time which only emphasized the lack of the fight in her, part of her hoping it pleased him or made it less interesting for him at some point. She liked the second option more, but she knew either way she might die if he kept her without food.

Tag: William/salene
Notes: None
Words: 556

[sam]

Salene closed her eyes and placed her arms by her side. She started to drum her long black fingernails on the hard wood that was the piano top. She hated waiting, oh god how she hated it. She bet any money that he was making her wait on purpose, of course He was this was William we were talking about, he loved to torment her, just as much as she loved tormenting him. She would have to punish him later for this. Well it wouldn’t really be punishment for him as he would most likely enjoy every minute of what she would do to him. Her stomach grumbled indicating she was in need of food and her mouth had started to go dry indicating that she was in need of blood, but lucky for her it wasn’t a dire need. She would make sure he treated her to dinner later as well. Making her come all the way out here and then making her wait without food. She had a lot of respect for Will, he had been there for her when no one else was and a strong friendship between them was born, so she wouldn’t go behind his back and wander around his house in search for food. She would just wait like the good girl she was till he came to fetch her, Ha! Good girl, that’s a stupid notion.

Her eyes flicked open at the sound of the door opening; she didn’t move she just lied there staring at the ceiling. Soon his voice entered her listeners and a cheeky grin dashed across her face. She sat up slowly and crossed her right leg over the left on. She didn’t say anything she just gave him that trademark sexy smirk she had whenever she was around him. He then moved forward and inquired about her trip, he then went on to say he would have sent up some food for her but there were more important things to deal with. More important things to deal with! What could be more important than food honestly? He then told her that dinner was his treat and she almost jumped out of her skin. “It better be a good dinner, I have been here for hours” she said with a pout and her arms across her chest. She then slid off the piano and approached him, she moved in very close to him and looked up to him as he brushed some hair behind her ear, his touch always sent her into frenzy. He then asked her if she remembered his little project, she nodded how could she forget it was all he bloody talked about. She then was excited to know what it was this project was.

She allowed him to lead her through the house, she didn’t bother looking at anything he had it wasn’t what was interesting her now. She knew William and she knew he wouldn’t have dragged her all the way out here to show her something lame, whatever he was leading her to it was going to be good and well worth the trip. Well she hoped so anyway, otherwise again she would have to punish him later. Soon they stopped at a closed door and he then asked her if she was ready, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “I have been ready for hours” she said with a playful smirk. He then opened the door that lead into a dark room, it took her pathetic human eyes to adjust to the darkness but it soon became clear that it was a woman tied to the bed. Instantly she thought it was something kinky he had planned but then she though he wouldn’t bring her all the way out to Japan just for a three way. Sal watched the girl on the bed she didn’t recognise her but she had a feeling she knew who it was. “Is that who I think it is?” she asked curiously walking a little closer to the bed. He had told her about a vampire named Camille and that he was searching for her. Perhaps he had found her; finally she was a little intrigue at what his plans for her were.

But she kind of felt sorry for her as she knew what was going to become of her fate. The vampire looked as though she was border lining death, and Sal thought she was hungry this vampire hasn’t had blood for a long time and being a full vampire they needed blood every day. Hmm whatever this vampire had done to Will it must have been really bad. He wouldn’t have gone to so much trouble to try and find her. Now that he had found her she could tell that he was extremely excited about. Salene walked over to a nearby chair and plonked herself down in it and just watched the vampire on the bed. She wanted to get comfortable if anything was to go down right now she wanted to have front row seats. But then there was the other side of her that didn’t want him to kill her like she knew he had planned for her. Torment and torture yes, but killing was a bit extreme. Who was she to tell him he couldn’t kill his play thing. She would have to think about this a little more before she committed to anything. If she decided she didn’t want to have any part of the killing process he would understand. Maybe just maybe she could change his mind about killing her, that could be fun. Trying to convince William not to do something always ended in hot steamy fun time what was different now.

What's on your mind, girl?
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Who is this baby for? Camille, William
What's the word on the street? 956
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Who is next to leave their mark? William

[william]

i must confess ,

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The thing is, William Badrick almost felt bad for Camille. The main word being almost. There was a twinge, right at the back of his brain, telling him that he once loved her. If he really had, then why the hell was he doing this? The answer was simplistic really. Because she did it to him. She made him hurt too, and he could tell that for sure, physical pain was much less painful than emotional. That was a fact, clear and simple. And even though some would say that if you cause pain just cause you were caused pain is being as low as them, but Will would not agree. He felt satisfaction in revenge or any kind. After all, he must be pretty heartless if he had killed Camille's mother because she had used him, and lied to him, and betrayed him with a human. He thought that the third time round would be different, but it never was. So now, it was his turn. And he was excited to show it off. That was why he had called Salene.

She looked as good as ever, and really William had not expected any less. And was as seductive as ever, as she crossed her legs one over another, in the manner that she did. He grinned lightly. It was always good to see her. He just hoped that she would be as excited about this as he was. He knew that was quite demented, but William needed redemption, in torture, in claiming what was once his and had been taken away without a second thought because Camille had felt like it. She had been here for hours. Figured. He didn't mind keeping her waiting, it was all a little game anyway. "Looking as fine as you do, any man would love to have you for dinner." Insert double meaning and a smirk here. The flirty manner soon changed when she nodded in acknowledgement of his project.

The sight of Camille on the bed really was quite pathetic. He had kept her without any food, and he would be having a little chat with her. Getting to talk to her peacefully. Without hitting and shouting and spitting. True she looked pathetic, but William just could not get his heart to feel anything about it but satisfaction. It may have been cruel, ungodly, but William had lost his soul long ago. With the ability to actually care about anyone, because he knew how that always ended. She was crying. A lot. This was the first time he had ever seen Camille cry so much really. It was quite surprising that she should choose this moment to become weak, but William knew it was his doing, and he felt happy about it. Let her cry. It would not change any thing. Not one thing. Tears were useless, always had been.

As Salene asked if that was who she thought it was, William just smiled, with his arms crossed leaning against the door frame, mimicking the moment in the piano room. He had moved away from Camille and just observed Salene walking closer towards the girl. "Indeed it is. Camille Sanders. The third woman to break my heart." He said is in a factual tone, with no feeling behind it, no remorse, because now he didn't care about that fact any more. He only focused on the bad part of it. The betrayal. "She should have known better what betraying me means." He said this in a cold harsh tone. As if it was a warning of sorts. Maybe it was wrong, but William had lost the feeling of remorse long ago. He just hoped that Salene would understand. He walked closer to the bed once again. He looked right at Camille, not feeling any of the familiar warmth. "How are you feeling?" He asked, not because he cared, but because he was mocking her weakness.

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THIS THREAD IS finished.
AND IT’S FOR Camille and Salene
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 652. very much shorter
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO sleeping with sirens - if i'm james dean.
AND WE’RE WEARING outfit.
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? RAWR.
THANKS FOR THE HARD WORK template (c) - bethasaur ftw . of CAUTION 2.0

[camille]

Camille just laid there as she stared blankly at the white sheets, merely listening to them talk to her as if she were not there. This new vampire obviously had heard of her, but then again that did not surprise her because she was known by many people, especially throughout the various vampire clans. She was an older vampire, but definitely not the oldest because she knew that William was far older than her. She just wanted to be forgotten by them and to be able to be left to herself. Part of her did not want to be exposed to either one of them in this state. In a sense, the way she looked made her feel weak and that contradicted her personality or Camille as a whole being. She was a strong, independent, and successful vampire.

His words would have normally made her angry, but she had no energy to even fight him, but she just looked up at Salene, a passion still in her eyes. Her eyes were some of the largest signs of how she felt, although she usually hid it, but that also took energy which she did not have right now. Her gaze quickly dropped to the ground again pain pinching her insides once more as she just grasped the chains tightly, a groan of pain coming from the immense hunger. She just wondered what she would have done in his position, but she knew she would never be like this unless he raped her and ruined her life. It’d have to be something so much more to bring her to become this cruel hearted.

She just ignored his question, not giving into the amusement and joy he was getting from this as she just relaxed after the pain subsided and stared ahead. William always attempted to make her believe him but she was far to smart now to fall for any of his crap, some of the same stuff that he attempted to pull on her when they had been together, especially when she questioned about her past. She then came to whisper, “You speak so highly of my betrayal when you haven’t even spoken of yours. You deserve to never be loved forever, never to hold love in your hands and completely say it’s yours,” she said, her voice weak, but having a strong tone.

Tag: William/Salene
Words: 393 – sorry so short, my muse is just dwindling today.
Notes: hmmm she still has something to say xD

[sam]

From her place in the comfortable chair which she instantly made a mental note to help herself to the chair it would look rather nice in her home. She watched Camille and she watched Will stalk her like she was his next meal, to be completely honest she more then a little turned on by the whole chained to the bed thing. A flash of a memory of herself and Will in the same kind of position but the end result was happy and satifiying not depressing and dead, this memory made her smile and snort back a giggle. She had many of these memories stored in her brain and she loved the relationship her and Will shared, it was plainly no strings attached, just the way she liked it. Salene thought about his statement "third woman to break his heart" he really was hung up on finding someone to love him wasn't he. If she was him and she had that happen to her then she would have given up after the first time. she snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Will ask Camille how she was. Salene being a cold bitch she smiled at the torment, she knew that he didn't really give a flying fuck how she was it was just fun to watch him act like he gives a damn.

Camille didn't reply either to weak to form words or wasn't giving in to his torment, if so she was stronger then Sal had first given her credit for. After a few moments of silence Camille's voice rang out through the room. She was clearly not to weak to form words. Salene flew up of thr chair and grabbed hold of one of the four posts that surrounded the large bed. She let out a cold sinister laugh and said. "Oooh she still has some fire in her" Salene was growing a little excited now was she was preparing herself for the torment and torture to really start. Now that she had opened her mouth and basically spat words of poison at him, she was in for a nice little treat. If Sal knows Will like she thinks she does then he wasn't going to hold his tongue on this one. She let go of the post and walked around the bed and stopped next to Will. She walked her fingertips up his arm and leaned in real close to him and whispered. "This better be good" her voice ending the sentance in a growl, she then gave him a playful lick just under his jawline but on his throat, a place if she remembers correctly make him very excited. It wasn't fair if she was the only one in the room turned on by what was going on.

What's on your mind, girl? Sorry for the mass delay and sorry its so short.
Who is this baby for? William and Camille
What's the word on the street? 466
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Who is next to leave their mark? William

[william]

i must confess ,

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i’m in love with my own sins ![/i][/b][/size][/font]

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Truthfully, William was done with love. Everything it consisted of, it was just too hard. Loving someone even a trace leaves a mark on you, and when it is gone the mark burns because it was ripped so sharply away. It happened every time, though everytime it did hurt a little less. First with Jane who he had truthfully loved, gave his heart too, and she was killed in one of the Viking raids. Then there was Japan and that had brought Dahlia who was hope to him after Jane, and he had given her his heart. Which she ripped to shreds by not telling him that she was cheating with him on her husband. He took revenge, which was quite sweet all in itself if only because it was painless death. He told her he loved her, he could not take it. But then, his heart had become smaller and smaller until he found her daughter. The daughter of the lovely Dahlia, but he should have known that the apple did not roll that far froim the tree as she ended up leaving him, and he had genuinely loved her. But it had been the last straw, and Camille had only herself to blame from breaking William even more, so now he wanted pain. For her to feel such pain as he had. He found it onlt fair. And that was why she was here, on the bed now, chained and weak. She deserved it. She deserved to hurt.

Camille looked so weak. He had starved her. He knew how much the burning hurt, and he was only a half-vampire. she was lierally shrivelling into herself, and maybe he would let her starve to death. He didn't have a plan yet, but he knew that her death would be slow. But there was only one outcome, the death of Camille Sanders just as her mother, Dahlia had, except slower and more painful. He was merciless now and he was ever so excited to share this moment with Salene. He knew that if anyone would be up for it, it would be Salene. He could hear the forwl coming out of Camille's stomach from hunger, and he just smiled. Good. She can starve for all he cared. When the noise subsided her words were whispered like venom into the air around him, contaminating it, fillign him up from all sides but he did not let himself get angry. He was the one with the power here, he refused to be manipulated by words of a betraying little whore.

“You speak so highly of my betrayal when you haven’t even spoken of yours. You deserve to never be loved forever, never to hold love in your hands and completely say it’s yours,”

His blue eyes shot daggers at Camille, and if looks could kill then she would be dead. Which would not be good. He heard Salene exclaim excitedly. He grinned at her, "Not for long she won't." He agreed, before turning to look at the face of Camille Sanders, once a beautiful woman, now looking sick and unhealthy and Will was satisfied that it was him that made her like that. "Now now Camille, won't you think of this from my perspective? You've only got yourself to blame, you were the last straw. Though of course, you will be for as long as you can bare it." He moved around the bed a little, his eyes digging holes in Camille's brown ones, he moved closer to her and leaned in right near her face so that his breath brushed her cheek, "And trust me, you're going to wish that you were dead." He started that sentence out softly before growling a little and whipping out the piece of wood he had in his pocket before slamming it into her arm. His eyes shone. "Every clever comment will earn you more wood in your system. And as you are weoll aware, that is poison, so don't make your death slower than it already will be." He stood up, watching the blood leak from where the wood was inserted harshly and jaggedly. It must hurt.

That was when he felt Salene sidle up to him, her fingers travelling up his arm and resting just below his neck where she licked. Ah, he liked that spot, and her tongue sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through his body. He growled and turned to face her, a wicked smile on his face, "Oh, baby this is just the start." He grinned excitedly, hoping that she caught onto his enthusiasm before kissing her roughly right in front of Camille, the blood still leaking from her arm as she writhed in pain, he was enjoying a highly sensual and sexual kiss with Salene, as he weaved his fingers into her hair, before pulling away. "I hope you're staying for dessert?" He asked, if only a little breathless, still pressed close to her. He remembered the times when it was Camille, but he knew he should forget it. It was just the perfect moment to go down memory lane, and William was only hoping that Salene would catch onto the innuendo, because he had missed her touch. He would enjoy himself, also knowing that Camille was laying there suffering. It was her own fault, she hsould know that, she should ahve known that when she chose to betray him.

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THIS THREAD IS finished.
AND IT’S FOR Camille and Salene
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 901
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO avenged sevenfold - so far away
AND WE’RE WEARING outfit.
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? ugh he is an evil bastard. i hope this is okay for you lovely ladies!
THANKS FOR THE HARD WORK template (c) - bethasaur ftw . of CAUTION 2.0

[camille]

Camille had hoped the woman would sympathize with her, and for a moment there was something, but whatever was the glimpse she had noticed before in her eyes had vanished. She waited until he was closer, ignoring his gaze as he came close to her. “I will never think like you! I have people who love me and I know it hurts you to even think that I will be loved as opposed to you,” she hissed out quietly between them, her breath rising to his, meant not to be heard by the other woman. When he said that she would wish that she was dead, she only wanted to fight, a new stamina forming in her. Then everything happened so fast he stabbed a wooden stake in her arm as a blood curdling scream escaped her throat. Her back arched, her legs tugging up at the chains as her head tilted back, the pain so powerful as she felt the valuable blood escaping her body. The wood prickled in her arm as she just grasped the chains harshly, realizing even more so how blood was very valuable. She just groaned in pain, taking in the pain that tingled against her skin.

Camille just gazed at William, her eyes having a dead tone to them as she watched him kiss Salene as though trying to entice her into some type of emotional sting. He was wrong and he would soon pay for his actions, not mattering if it was in this life or the next. She would find a way and he had to understand that if she was not powerful enough or had the chance in this life, she would grow stronger in the next, even if it was to come back. She just watched them with blank eyes as she said, “I’m glad you’ve found a new toy, something to give you to focus on,” besides me she wanted to add, her tone full of a fake happiness, but it was convincing enough. She was a master of making her look one way on the outside as opposed to what she really felt. She was inevitably dying and she knew she would, unless there was a miracle, but then again, she did not believe in miracles much.

She imagined her mother being in her position and that was when she spotted a picture in the corner farthest from her, a picture of a woman with long black hair, almond shaped brown eyes, very much a thin and elegant build. She remembered the picture sitting on his desk, but she only was able to glance at it before. Her mother was beautiful and she knew she had been here, that she went through exactly the same things, but she could not help but wonder if what he was doing was partially so she could pay for her mother’s actions as well. “So you still keep a picture of her?” She asked him, feeling slightly triumphant as she just gazed at him, her eyes cold and piercing.

Tag: Salene and William
Words: 507
Notes: Hmm, I hoped the twist I put on the end was alright…