blood red sandman !

[Daileh Few]

ezra, daileh, bella. closed.

chills of fear like a saw blade cutting deep.

“Bella, Bella, dressed in yella,” the petit girl hummed, standing before the girl being tied up and hung by her arms, glancing to the raven haired boy that was doing such. She took a deep breath, playing with the old bunny rabbits ears as she continued singing the song in a soft, low, and stuttering voice. “Look how her skin glows…” Bloodshot eyes locked eyes with the humans, a smirk gracing her lips. “The sparks alight her, hiss and fright her,” she held her arm out, a gloved hand reaching seemingly out of the darkness to grab the rabbit. “Too bad that no one knows.” Daileh flashed a bright, though still menacing smile and turned her back to Bella, sitting in the barely lit chair.

Why were they doing this? Well for one, she was quite bored. Ezra had been too, luckily, and they were both free for the evening, so why not nab a girl and rough her up? Besides, Bella had annoyed her more than your average person did. So annoying, in fact, that Daileh was starting to wonder what she’d look like all battered and bruised and cut up and glowing as she burned. She licked her lips with a silent giggle, glancing to Bella.

Out from the shadows stepped the three mimes, each bearing their usual signature hat. The tallest, with the scraggly black hair and the top hat, bearing a smirk thanks to the cut in his cheek, held the rabbit, holding an imaginary knife to the rabbit’s throat. He had half a Glasgow smile, his cheek cut and sewn up, along with half of his lips. Needless to say, it was a permanent smirk.

Daileh watched carefully as Ezra worked on hanging Bella up, hiding a smirk. Arms crossed, she tossed Bella another look, offering an innocent looking, rather wide grin. “So,” pacing lazily, she stared down at the floor, still humming the tune. “I know you’re scared, but I hope you’re comfortable.” Her back to Bella, she grinned when she heard the sound of fabric being split.

Right on cue, Tare had slit the little rabbits throat with, once again, a knife that didn’t seem to be there. But such was the mime. The stuffing flowed out of the plush little throat, along with a little something that Daileh had done. There was really nothing there but fluff, but Bella didn’t need to know that. The blood that she ought to have been seeing (Daileh never had an idea if it would work until it did) would likely have some kind of effect. A response to which Daileh couldn’t wait to see.

[bella cullen]

Bella was freaking out, to be honest. She'd never show it of course, because she wasn't like that, but she was using her own calming ability to keep herself calm. She snarled at the guy that she assumed was Ezra as he tied her up, growling and trying to thrash around in his grasp. "What the hell, Ezra! I'm going to tell Sammii and he's going to be pissed!" she hissed, not paying any attention to Dai at that moment. She kept her eyes trained to his and growled even louder at him before turning to look at Dai. Sure, she had heard the cute little song and knew they were going to torture her, but she was too busy thinking of ways to get out. "That's a cute song, really! You can send it into the radio! I'm sure they'll play it!" she said, her voice full of sarcasm as she turned around and spat at Ezra.

Ok, so a normal person, supernatural or not, would be afraid of what was going to happen to them, but Bella was only afraid because of one reason; she had been raped two years ago. And the guy knew the same way to make her hands unusuable. She wanted to whine, to cry out for help but she knew it wouldn't matter. Not here. Not now. Hell, there was a possibility Bella wouldn't make it out of here fully alive. No doubt, she'd never forgive Ezra. And Dai? Dai was just a masochistic cruel living being. No wonder she was half demon. It showed. Why did they let people like that into the school in the first place? The thought sent shivers up her back.

Then, some creepy ass guys came and brought out a bunny and she stared at them, trying to find out what they were going to do now that they were here. She watched them and listened to Dai, paying little attention as she tried to see the men and the bunny. She almost cried out when she saw blood coming out it's neck but then she remembered, she could heal just by thinking! As long as it wasn't dead! She growled and closed her eyes, thinking for the bunny to be healed and watching it get sown back up. Of course, she didn't know it was just fluff but even though it was just fluff flowing, it looked like the "blood" had stopped. Which made her relax a little.

"You think I care about animals? What am I supposed to do? It wouldn't be my fault." she growled, trying to kick at Ezra but failing and pulling on her shoulder. She winced a little and put her leg down. She didn't even know WHY Dai hated her. She just... did. Bella growled/snorted in another attempt to pull free but just ended up getting hurt more. "And I'm not scared. Not of you!" she snarled, a fire in her eyes as she stared the other girl down.

So she wasn't a demon, or a werewolf, or a vampire? So what! Bella had just as many powers as a demon did. Bella knew that, even if she was harrassed and bullied for it, it didn't matter. Bella would pull through this. And that's all she was worried about. Bella looked back at Ezra and thought to herself. Traitor... and you called Blair evil. She wasn't staring at him, more like glaring at him and shooting venom into his bloodstream. Yeah... that sounded evil enough. Take that for evil! Fuck him and his reputation. After she got out of here and told Sammii, he wouldn't have one. For now, she would just settle on glaring him down for a little longer.

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[ezra hart]

bella, bella
in the cellar
swinging by her shirt!

Ezra hummed along in a slightly perkier tone than Daileh’s, working on forcing Bella’s arms behind her neck long enough so that he could tie them together. He thought Kjara had impressive strength for her size, but Bella—who didn’t look like she could harm a fly, honestly—had already made him want to wring her neck until she stopped her annoying attempts at ruining his night. So far, she had kicked him a few times and weaseled out of his grip a few more. Still, the tune floated about the room as merrily as ever, though with an annoyed change in volume every now and then. He had to admit, it was a very, very catchy tune—and so fitting.

He wasn’t exactly sure as to what Bella had done to receive such a punishment from the half-breed, but obviously he could see where she was coming from. The only thing more annoying than her fruitless attempts at escaping the torture was the fact that she had become Blair Keynes newest and best friend—which was just what he needed: two Blairs running around Winterthorne. The first was bad enough to deal with, the disgusting whore, and now that she had backup running with her, there was no telling what the world would come to. Plus, there was the annoying factor that there would now be two people following him and calling him a sex-craving manwhore. Which he was, but the truth hurt. A lot.

Ezra forced the mimes out of his head, focusing on his work. They had never really been a favorite of his. Frankly, he was always worried that Dai would snap and he would be the one watching a fake rabbit’s stuffing-guts pour out of its neck. Bella’s irritating commenting, which rapidly fired from her mouth at any given moment, wasn’t exactly helping either. He flicked the spit that Bella had so lovingly shot at him off his face before returning to grip her arms tightly and force them behind her head. God, this was such a pain—or, rather, she was such a pain. Like Kjara, she seemed to think that she could get away. He was begging to go back to the cute little folk who thought that if they shut up and played nice, they would be let go.

Ignoring the death-glares he was getting from Bella, his humming paused in chunks each time he pushed her arms back further. He hissed, finding that her struggling was working better for her, and watched as the metal bracelet that curled around his arm lifted up, spread flat out in the air, and latched around Bella’s hands, pinning them together. Pleased, he grabbed the rope again, loped it around her bound arms, and tied it in place. The metal lifted off her arms, curled, and wrapped itself around his arm again. He stepped down from the funhouse chair he had been standing on, dragging the rope down with him; Bella lifted higher into the air.

The comment about Sammii reached him again. Well, isn’t that what Kjara had said? And Browland—and virtually everyone else he had slaughtered? Isn’t that what victim after victim had threatened him? Yes. Yes it was. And each and every time he would tell the werewolf what he had done, having been tricked or guilt-tripped into admitting what was wrong, and each and every time Sammii would get pissed for about half an hour, lecture him on being a sadistic bastard, and end up forgiving him out of love. So far, that threat hadn’t worked in the least. The only thing it really did was tire Sammii out and delay Ezra’s sexing. “Wouldn’t work,” he muttered. “Trust me.” As if she should now.

won’t be discovered
until she’s covered
by several feet of dirt!

[Daileh Few]

This was really getting annoying, Bella’s screams of defiance. There were too many combinations of things that really ticked Daileh off. There was the screaming for one, and God save anyone that dared defy her. At least she wasn’t the one being kicked—if she were she likely would have convinced Bella that her legs had been chewed off by wolves. Still, Bella’s attempts at ‘breaking free’ (which was really not very likely to happen) were succeeding in nothing but annoying Daileh. Almost right up to her breaking point, in fact. A breaking point that would result in a few bones breaking—and they wouldn’t be hers.

With a roll of her eyes, she waved her hand for Tare to stop bothering with the toy rabbit. Apparently the blood had been so convincing that silly little Bella thought it was a real rabbit, and that wasn’t very scary now, was it? Climbing onto the chair, she stared at Bella, arms crossed. Much like a spoiled child whose toy had just been broken. Really, it was annoying. Now she’d probably need a new one, though Bella was the only toy she wanted. Of course, she’d rather see Blair hanging there instead, but the Princess of a Vampire was a luxury that she couldn’t afford. Namely, she couldn’t afford losing either Ezra or Jackson in the process. And it wasn’t like her powers would work on Blair—the girl liked to believe that her will was that strong.

“Bella, Bella,” Daileh mused as she stepped down from the chair and walked over. She’d no idea if this would work, but why not at least try? It would make Ezra’s job easier. She stepped close enough so that, should Bella decide to, she’d be kicked. But she was not about to let some pathetic little toad of a victim like her get the best of her. Hesitantly, she looked to her shoes, disgusted look on her face. “What the hell is on my shoes..?” Looking from her shoes to Bella, her expression flashed from horror to a sadistic smirk. “Ohh, I get it. It’s just because you’re melting.” She made sure that the command was very there, very obvious, but not too obvious. Her voice had dropped and became soothing, much like Bella’s did when she was trying to calm a crowd. This time though, she wouldn’t be so calm.

Daileh rolled her eyes in response to the comment about Sammii. Every single one of them had made that comment, hadn’t they? The first few times Ezra looked like he was going to kill something (and it wasn’t just the victim before them). But after a while, he’d stopped completely. Either Sammii was completely forgiving or Ezra was one hell of a sociopath.

The three mimes circled Bella, keeping a safe distance as they drew their ‘weapons.’ Nothing was seen, though the chains could be heard, as could the sword as Alex sheathed it. And wouldn’t you know it, Sin was already waiting for his coup de grace. “Bella, you really ought to just shut up before you piss one of these boys off.”

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