damned_institute | Nightshift 33: F-A Block Hallway

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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