damned_institute | Nightshift 33: F-A Block Hallway

Diva closed her eyes at the unwelcome intruder on her time, opening them only when the crying began. The humming stopped abruptly. He was going to wake soon… she felt that, like her own song being sung deep in her own body.

No spasms, no change…

For the moment, that was not what the Chiropteran focussed on. She was a selfish girl, a possessive girl, and she didn’t have to share with anyone. Rolling up onto feet in the span of a heartbeat, Diva planted her uninjured hand in Kagura’s face and shoved her away with not so little force. Didn’t want to be alone? Silly girl.

She wiped her tear-stained hand on her shirt. “You… Bridget,” she said to the boy. And only to the boy. “Get up now. Let’s go.”

Instinct upon instinct. Even when he wasn’t hers, he was still hers.

Kagura let out a sigh of relief when she saw Bridget start to stir. It didn't even bother her that he frowned, or that his voice didn't sound quite right. "Are you okay?" she fretted, touching his forehead and brushing away a few locks of messy blonde hair.

It was then that she noticed the other woman, with strangely glowing blue eyes. There was a coldness to her that made the little hairs on the back of Kagura's neck stand on end. Who was she? She looked up with disbelief at the woman, confusion clear in her features.

Before she could even ask, the woman pushed her forcibly away from Bridget. She almost lost her balance, but more than that, Kagura was mad! What right did this woman have to act this way? Bridget needed help and she was picking fights?!

Kagura was on her feet in a moment, hands balled into fists at her sides, "H-hey! Look here you! Bridget is hurt! He needs to rest! I don't know who you think you are, but he's not going anywhere with you!"

Shaking his head, Bridget's fingers flexed around Roger's arm and he struggled into a sitting position. Blinking, he looked from one girl to the other then down at Roger.

"N...no. I'm okay. I..." What he wanted to do was stand up and obey the command. He had alreadystarted to rise when another part of his brain quietly asked him what he thought he was doing. "I should ... go?"

“Shut up,” Diva said to the girl, and it was as much an order for Bridget as anything else. She didn’t know what he was, but at the moment, all that mattered was that he had drunk her blood. Her blood, that made her both mother and beloved.

She didn’t eradicate free will, but she certainly tied it to her own. When she was hostile towards someone, she didn’t need a reason for her actions. Because her Chevaliers loved her, they followed her.

Walking away towards the exit, Diva expected her boy to follow. She was confused, angry, sad, and horribly, horribly violent. There was no girlish glee to be found in her that night. Saying ‘no’ to Diva was not an option.

It was hard to fight back when the person she was defending was just going along with this crazy woman. "Bridget no, you said you'd take it easy tonight. You said!" It was childish, yes, but when she got upset, sometimes it was hard to think like a rational adult.

She grasped the boy's wrist, keeping him from this unknown, scary woman. Even if she looked weak, her strength was nothing to laugh at. "If you don't want to hear it, then just go and leave us alone," she told the other girl, making her own intentions clear. Maybe she was one of the monsters of this place too. What sort of person went around at night with glowing eyes and no pants on anyway?!

Bridget tried to follow, but the hand on his wrist pulled him up short. He turned a confused expression to her, though what exactly he was confused about wasn't apparent.

"I..."

He looked back to Diva. He wanted to follow, but... if he pulled away it would hurt Kagura. He didn't want to hurt her...

Diva whirled on her heel, turning back on the pair.

“Come,” she said simply. Or I kill the girl tonight. Her eyes glowed ever brighter with the hint of battle this time, not blood.

She didn't know what was going on with Bridget, but she wasn't going to just hand him over to someone, especially this mean someone, without an explanation! Kagura didn't let go of him, even when she felt the slight tug as he tried to pull away.

"No one is going anywhere until someone tells me what is going on!" she exclaimed, on the verge of angry tears. Her grip loosened and she held his hand in both of hers, gently as she was able, ignoring the woman and her venomous stare. "Please, just tell me what's wrong."

Bridget looked down at his hand being held in Kagura's. At any other time, he would have been thrilled, but now ....

"I have to go," he said softly, as if by rote, tugging away and looking over at Diva. He had to follow, to obey. And he would.

... even if he had no idea why.

"That's right. Follow me."

Humans were low on her list of priorities, even when Kagura's obnoxious puling nagged at the Chiropteran's instincts, urging her to kill. She didn't want to focus on the humans, though. Not when she had just created this being--he, at least, loved her enough that she could see it. The other one hadn't bent to her at all. The fact that Bridget did eased the volatile Queen somewhat.

Wanting to make Diva happy... that was her blood in effect.

She held out her hand, as though summoning a friend to her side.

Something was wrong. Something was wrong about everything! Why did he pull away from her? Weren't they friends? Who was this woman?

Whether she felt joy or sorrow, Kagura always seemed to feel every emotion strongly, in an almost volatile way. Kyo had been on the receiving end of many of her angriest and happiest moments. So it was no surprise that this situation set her off as well.

Before Bridget had gone more than a few steps, she grabbed his shoulder, forcibly pushing him back while she went to face the irritating woman. Without hesitation, she pulled back her hand and aimed a hard slap right at the young woman's perfect porcelain face.

Bridget stumbled back when Kagura pushed him, so he wasn't able to prevent Miss Sohma from slapping Diva, but he did manage to push his way up again, placing himself between the girls, facing Kagura with his back to Diva.

He looked at his friend with a pleading expression. "Please don't Miss Sohma." This was easy emough. He felt like he wanted to protect Diva, but he knew he wanted to protect Kagura.

He also knew (though he wasn't sure HOW he knew) that Diva would kill Kagura.

Could she call him a Chevalier? Diva didn’t know what other name worked. Another mistake, certainly. And her mistake recovered enough to move towards her in an instinctive defense.

But not before Kagura got too near to Diva and tried to challenge her. The girl was not new to violence, that Diva could tell, but she wasn’t a threat to the Chiropteran. Diva caught Kagura’s hand with her outstretched one, not hesitant to use her own monstrous strength. Her eerie eyes stared unblinkingly. And if the girl thought she could intimidate a creature like Diva, well… That was human foolishness again. Amshel always said they never learned, no matter the century.

She didn’t let go, even as Bridget placed himself in between them, and only squeezed the fragile fingers trapped within hers. The sensation of pain--it was nice, wasn’t it?

Kagura was many things, but fragile was not one of them. This other girl was fast, but that didn't mean anything, she certainly wasn't scared! When she started to squeeze her hand, she yanked it away, though that still left Bridget between them. Why was he defending her?

If her friend didn't want her help, if he wanted to go with this woman instead... what could she really do? She was defeated before she'd even started fighting!

There was surprise, and pain at his betrayal all evident in her eyes and her expression. She'd never been one to hide her feelings after all. It shouldn't have hurt so much, but... it was her own fault for getting involved in the first place. She should have known better than to try to make friends.

"Oh..." Kagura said quietly, all but ignoring the woman as she tried to meet Bridget's eyes. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't know... if... if that's what you want... I'll just go." She swallowed back tears, only long enough for her to turn on her heel and run back toward her room.

[[going back here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/395153.html?thread=32546193#t32546193)]]

(Sorry, but had to say it: Bridget WEEPS AT THIS!!)

Bridget watched her go, eyes filling with tears as his friend ran away from him. Roger was all but bent in half from where he was being chrushed to the boy's chest. It hurt, watching her go, more than it should have.

He started forward, a 'Miss Sohma' on his lips,when he stumbled to a stop and looked back at Diva. A small tear ran down his face.

Appeased by the emotional turmoil, Diva watched the realization bloom in the girl’s eyes as the electric blue glow faded from hers, returning the Queen’s face to sweetness. She had to giggle, just a little. The sadistic urge to abuse humanity had only grown since they’d taken away her daughters in this place, and with every wretched thing the humans continued to do, the feeling only grew.

So the girl hurt. Good. Better than the physical pain Diva could have rewarded her with. She could cry and sniffle and feel an ache in her chest as Diva did.

Seeing that she had come between some sort of bond between the two meant little to Diva. She recognized the emotions, but not how they could dare rise above her own blood bond. Not when she was like this! Weakened, and confused, and needing her Chevaliers. Her babies! Her blood! And now to have created an improper creature twice… and to have the first say he didn’t lover her, and this one to be crying over the human girl.

Crying.

Diva’s rage nearly hit its peak at that, and when Bridget turned his big, sad eyes on her, her anger took form and twisted her expression into a scowl. “Don’t you cry for her and not for me,” she whispered fiercely.

Bridget scrubbed at his eyes. He didn't want her to be angry. Anger led to unpleasent things he was guessing. Diva seemed to be unstable and ... and hurting.

He sniffed and rubbed his eyes again. "I'm crying for you," he said softly. He did not deny that he cried over Kagura, but this wasn't a lie either.

"You're angry and sad," he went on. "But you're not crying."

“That’s a lie,” Diva said automatically. If she wasn’t first, if she wasn’t the reason, then it was a lie. And how could she forget? The sound of his weak blood pounded in her ears, a constant reminder that her blood had not wiped away all of the humanity to be found there.

And humans didn’t cry for Diva. Only at her.

She continued on her way to the door, ready to leave. “You make me both angry and sad,” confirmed the Chiropteran.

Now that made Bridget angry. "It is certainly not a lie," he said. "Even if you believe it to be so, I still feel sad for you. You're alone, aren't you?"

With a shrug, he brought up both of his arms to hug Roger. "And I make a lot of people angry and sad. I'm used to it." It was true after all. He took a step after her.

“Because you’re not right,” came the firm reprimand. Everything was going wrong, even things that couldn’t possibly go wrong. She wasn’t impressed with any of these results. “I don’t care what you were. You’re supposed to be new now.”

A previous life, previous actions, they were all unneeded and unwanted when a human became a Chevalier. Diva didn’t care about what they’d been. What mattered was what they’d become--one of Diva’s Chevaliers--and what they would do from then on.

This one… this thing… he couldn’t even recognize the changes in his own body? Unbelievably impossible. Unfair. It wasn’t right at all. Diva examined her palm, where the bleeding had stopped, but remained wet with a fresh injury.

"Well," Bridget felt he should add. "Maybe that's not my fault either. This place hurts everyone in it..." He frowned suddenly, a smell coming to him that set the hair on the back of his neck standing.

"Are you still bleeding? May I help? I don't have any bandages... but you could use my shirt."

Not his fault? A human certainly had no power over her blood, and nothing was her fault. However, Diva couldn’t keep on hating faceless men and nameless obstacles; some of her anger had to be dealt with by people of the here and now.

She probed her palm absently with a thumb, letting more of her blood trickle over her skin.

“This blood is supposed to bind us together forever,” was all she said.

Bridget frowned again. "I'm sorry," he offered. "I'll stay with you though." A small smile crossed his face and he tried to look encouraging. "Even if it didn't work like it was supposed to," he went on, not certain it hadn't actually worked, "I'd still like to be your friend."

It was a start, and maybe he could figure out what was happening...

Turning on her bare foot, Diva looked over this silly boy, and thought now she had somewhat of a decision to make. She’d let the last one go, but… kill this one or not? She didn’t even know why he was, only that he was.

Fully comprehending what this could mean was too much for the Queen, as she was not someone who was thwarted often. That was all in her past.

Yet, he was smiling and saying things like ‘friend’. Her Chevaliers came to learn that there was no such thing with her in time, with Amshel’s guidance. Excluding everything, every little thing wrong with these two new Chevaliers of hers, if they had been born normally, she still would have had to deal with her creations on her own. Explain certain things, demonstrate others. Things that Amshel had done for her.

She couldn’t make up her mind on what to do now that Kagura was gone.

“That’s good. I never said for you to go.” They were like toys, to her. They always had been. She summoned and dismissed them when it pleased her. Even this broken toy of hers.

Nightshift 33: F-A Block Hallway

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