`audrey lawrence.
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Post by `audrey lawrence. on Aug 17, 2008 18:44:37 GMT -5
audreymarielawrence. tag xo darren hazard chat xo heeeheeeheeheeee. word count xo 977 attire xo shirt pants___________________________________________________ we watched him drink his pain away a little at a time but he never could get drunk enough to get her off his minduntil the night ___________________________________________________
xo Music was a central part of Audrey Lawrence's life. She sometimes described it as the very air she breathed, the blood in her veins, the reason she thought and felt. It was her passion, her reason, her love. That may sound a little extreme to most people, but every true musician on the planet would agree. One of those musicians, in fact, was Darren Hazard.
xo Darren and Audrey were two of the few people in all of Collingwood who understood what it means to truly love music. As a matter of fact, it was the only thing that saved them from having a bitter, cold relationship instead of the strong friendship they had. The early days of their association were filled with Chemistry, squabbles, impatience, long afternoons in the hot library, and short tempers. Not exactly the best circumstances to develop a friendship in. Then, as luck would have it, Audrey slammed her forehead into her hands at just the right angle, allowing her elbow to push her purse off of the table. Of course, she'd accidentally left the zipper open, allowing her precious guitar picks to spill out and reveal her secret identity as a guitar girl. That small, accidental revelation was all it took to initiate a ceasefire, and get the two talking about bands, guitar models, and crappy songwriting instead of molecules, ions, and the periodic table.
xo Which, now that Audrey thought about it, she was completely grateful for, as the incident brought her two very good friends - Darren, and his girlfriend Christa, now one of Audrey's closest friends. Darren had introduced Christa to Audrey when Christa came to the library to meet Darren after his tutoring session. Unfortunately, the two girls were both in somewhat icy moods and didn't get along very well, but another string of forunate events led those two to bond as well, and now all was well in the land of Collingwood.
xo Or...so Audrey thought. Of course, high school was never without its drama, and the addition of supernatural powers to the mix could only make things worse. There were problems left and right, drama everywhere one looked, and even Audrey had had her share of heartache, heartbreak, and betrayal. Lately, however, her social atmosphere had remained clear and calm..which, admittedly, she should've taken as a warning sign.
xo At exactly 3:00 PM, she was supposed to meet Darren in the Arts Wing for some musical downtime. Of course, she didn't expect him to be there bright and early - he'd had a concert the night before and was bound to sleep in until at least 12:30 PM. She showed up in the music room at 2:45 just in case he happened to be there early - unlikely, but possible - and to tune up. She passed the time tuning and re-tuning, first to her onboard tuner, then to the pitch pipe tuner on the table, then to the piano. But soon she'd tuned so well that neither tuner registered even the tiniest half-step off, and the piano's pitch didn't differ in the slightest from the guitar strings. 3:17. Well...maybe he was barely rolling out of bed. Or barely remembering. Maybe he was racing down the hallways as she sat there mindlessly strumming away. Of course. He'd be there...she just had to be patient.
xo 3:32. Okay...maybe he'd forgotten. It couldn't hurt to remind him, right? It wouldn't be the first time he'd forgotten something...after all, he could've been hung over or something. Wasn't entirely beyond one's imagination. So she pulled out her phone and dialed his number, waiting to ask 'Uh, loser? Did you forget something?'
xo No answer. Now this was getting creepy. It wasn't like Darren to completely forget anything musical...or blow off a friend. She sat there for a good ten more minutes, biting her lip and debating whether to go look for him or not.
xo She decided to go with her more cautious side, and after locking her guitar in her dorm, went looking for Darren first in his empty dorm, then in the cafeteria, then in the courtyards. She had to admit, she felt like someone in the beginning of a thriller movie, barely finding out that someone was missing. In the movie, she'd be running around courtyards, eyes going wild with concern as she panted, and shouting 'has anyone seen darren hazard?!' as the horrifying reality closed in on her mind.
xo In reality, she walked quietly and calmly down the cloudy sidewalk, finally allowing herself to check the last place she'd hope to find him, for it could only mean that something bad had happened...something very bad.
xo Black Bear Pub was, of course, restricted to anyone under the legal drinking age, but most kids at Collingwood slipped in unnoticed with fake IDs. Audrey wasn't much for alcohol, even when people around her at parties were taking a few, but was definitely a loyal friend and supporter of Darren's band. Unfortunately, most of their gigs were at 21+ venues, so she eventually gave in to the influence of Darren, Christa, and Kat and got an ID to use for emergencies and gigs. This, she admitted, was something of an emergency.
xo She pulled the card out of her pocket and quickly flashed it to the bouncer, who honestly didn't look like it made a difference to him, smiled a thank-you, and walked right inside. It took her all of three seconds to survey the entire place and spot his conspicuous head of hair at the bar. She sighed and shook her head, before walking over to him. She thanked heaven, even for a moment, for the loud noises in the pub that masked the sound of her footsteps...even if part of her knew that his vampire ears could probably hear her anyway. She took a deep breath as she finally reached his side, and while still standing, said, "I was hoping I wouldn't find you here."
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Post by darren hazard. on Aug 18, 2008 13:18:12 GMT -5
darren marcus hazardi used to rule the world, seas would rise when i gave the word. now in the morning i sleep alone, sweep the streets i used to own. one minute i held the key, next the walls were closed on me and i discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt __________________________________________________
The glass moved so fast that it seemed it flew up from the bar. Liquid disappeared in the moment it touched his lips and his hand raised, calling for another round. The process was repeating for good three hours now. Barman didn't try to ask any questions, expression on his face was saying everything. He wanted to be left alone, right now he didn't need anyone, didn't want anyone. That was why he decided to come here. Maybe the man thought it was strange to see him around here at this time of the day, but he didn't care. He wasn't even registering the people who were surrounding him, the sounds. They didn't matter. Nothing really mattered anymore. Things that usually always managed to pull him out of the worst stages of depression, when he was at his lowest, didn't work this time. He did try. Even melodies his guitar was producing sounded horrible. It was so hard to restrain the urge to trash them all and whole dorm completely. Darren loved his guitars, they were his most valuable possessions so judging by that, this was the lowest he ever fell. It sure did feel bad. Drowning is sorrows in countless glasses of whiskey sounded like a perfect thing to do. All was whiskey's fault anyway. He was torturing himself on purpose. He wanted to be miserable, he deserved all this misery. That explained the fact that he was avoiding heroin lately. It would help him, it would make him forget. But he didn't want to forget. Images of two dark haired girls were floating in front of his eyes. He was unable to make the scenes stop repeating. He wasn't blinking, but even that didn't do any good. Another glass had been placed in front of him but he didn't bother to look up. His fingers wrapped around the thick glass, raising it from the bar once again. This time he didn't down it immediately.
As the liquid inside stirred, he finally gave in and stopped blocking those bloody images. If he was lucky, guilt and misery would kill him. Too bad that alcohol couldn't do it on it's own. Since the moment the realization hit him, he didn't stop wondering why he did it. He always possessed this great talent to destroy every single good thing that happened in his life. He had no clue why and how he was doing that but it was happening constantly, for as long as he was able to remember. The moments of happiness which he was feeling lately, though it now seemed it was centuries ago, should've made him see it coming. For every second of happiness, he was paying in weeks of misery. He wasn't able to explain why he hoped it would be different this time. He wasn't a quitter but now he seriously started wondering why he was still trying. There was no point. The liquid burned his throat, probably permanently damaging his vocal cords, but even that didn't bother him. He didn't plan to sing in near future anyway. There was nothing to sing about and no one to sing to. This wasn't the first drink today and it definitely wasn't the last. No, he didn't plan to leave this place today. He was ready to wait to be kicked out. But judging by the speed the new glass appeared in front of him and the fact that he didn't have to call for it this time, that wasn't happening any time soon.
Rehearsal which was scheduled for today had been canceled because of him. He really did have extremely bad timing. This cancellation made him feel even worse but he just wasn't able to concentrate. The concert was approaching and he knew that he had to pull the strength and do his best. He promised that he would. But the last remains of strength had been drowned with the last two or three drinks. He was so glad that no one was around to see him like this, in this state. He was so far from his usual self. The mask fell down and he couldn't hide himself anymore. Just because his friends weren't around, he was able to drop his guard and stop pretending that everything was fine. Just as the thought crossed his mind, a shadow fell over him. Thinking that it's just some random stranger in need of a drink, he continued staring at one particularly dark spot on the bar. Something was telling him that the person wasn't a stranger though and he realized who it was even before he heard her voice. For a moment he wondered why was she there. The pub wasn't the place she usually visited. At least not on her own. They had to practically carry her in every single time. He knew it, he was the one who did it the first time, the last time and all the times in between. Audrey and places like the Black Bear Pub just didn't mix. Idea that she might be here because of him didn't seem to be real. Then again, the news spread around the school so quickly that it made him think of possibility of cameras hidden somewhere around the dorm. "What are you doing here?" his voice was raspy and kind of harsh from the lack of use in the past few hours. He continued looking at the spot as if he was daring it to move. Fact that he was supposed to meet Drey earlier today was long forgotten.
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`audrey lawrence.
senior year
...and if you say we're too young, well maybe you're too old to remember...
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Post by `audrey lawrence. on Aug 18, 2008 14:04:19 GMT -5
audreymarielawrence. tag xo darren hazard chat xo a little shorter, but what the hey. you'll get a long-ass soap opera when we get to the fury. ^_^ word count xo 712 attire xo shirt pants___________________________________________________ we watched him drink his pain away a little at a time but he never could get drunk enough to get her off his minduntil the night ___________________________________________________
xo A heartbeat and a half after she first laid eyes on him, Audrey knew something was terribly, horribly wrong. The person she was looking at wasn't her usual bright-eyed, warm Darren. The person in front of her was lost, confused, and hollow. His eyes were bloodshot, the way Darren's were the one and only time she saw him drunk off his ass, but three times worse. Every inch of his face was covered in suppressed agony - pain so intense that Drey actually winced for a second. The simple action of taking his face in seemed to allow some of his pain to spill over onto her...and it felt like someone was stabbing her heart with a steel knife.
xo She supposed that she'd always been empathetic like that - able to sympathize with and feel the pain of others...but it was always worse when the person in question was someone close to her - like Darren. The Darren she knew was only like this once every millennium. Whatever he had on his shoulders, it was destroying him. He didn't smile. His eyes were so dark and lit up with pain she could've sworn he had an open wound under his shirt - and was half-tempted to yell at him to turn around and show her, just to be sure.
"What are you doing here?"
xo Drey half-raised an eyebrow. Another warning sign - he was as cold as ice. His voice was as rough and raspy as a rocky desert, definitely unusual for the lead guitarist / vocalist in a band. He'd been there for a while...silent for at least three or four hours, judging by the condition of his vocal chords. Okay, so scratch the bleeding-wound theory - this one was suffering on the inside. Deep down, Drey knew that the things that could drive Darren to this degree of agony were few. He had open, bleeding wounds alright . . . but the question was, where had they come from? What could possibly have been bad enough to change him from her best friend to this wreck?
xo Then it hit her. The one thing that she knew could've hit him this hard...aside from the death of any of his bandmates. Christa.
xo She sighed, then half-shrugged with one shoulder as she took a seat on the barstool next to him, holding back her own expression of pain at having to see him in such a condition. "I came out looking for you," she said, looking up at him once again from his side, "Got a little worried when you didn't show up this afternoon." Of course, the Amazing Multitasking Mind of Audrey was still searching while it did the talking. One half of her was sitting next to her best friend at a barstool, feeling the pain that seemed to absolutely consume him, and speaking in an earnestly concerned voice. The other half was hypothetically looking out the window and wondering what in God's name could have happened to make him look like that. Honestly, a few more hours of this and he'd look like Christian Bale in The Machinist.
xo "What happened?" she asked, finally letting the sincerity leak out into her voice and bleed across her face. She placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. The gesture, she hoped, would both get him to talk and convey to him that she wasn't there to taunt or torment him, but genuinely wanted to help. "You look terrible.." Blunt, but true. One look at him and someone would think he'd been a drunk all his life...well, sure he pounded them back now and again at a concert, but he'd never thrown himself into empty and miserable drinking alone...
xo Audrey saw another glass appear on the counter before them, and raised her eyebrows. Darren hadn't even had to ask...the bartender somehow knew that he'd want another one...a steady stream of drinks, like some kind of alcohol fish. She then looked at Darren, wondering just how long this routine had been going on...and just how drunk the bartender was making him. After all...in Audrey's book, drinking was never a really solid solution to anything...then again, that was just her. "Come on..." she said, her hand still on his shoulder, "Tell me what happened...what's going on?"
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Post by darren hazard. on Aug 29, 2008 19:18:46 GMT -5
darren marcus hazardi used to rule the world, seas would rise when i gave the word. now in the morning i sleep alone, sweep the streets i used to own. one minute i held the key, next the walls were closed on me and i discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt __________________________________________________
What was this with people lately? They all came into possession this power which enabled them to find him no matter where he was choosing to hide. Was he really that obvious, how did they all know where he intended to go? At times even he didn't know where he was going. Maybe he really did have some radar installed somewhere on his body. He scratched the thought, deciding to delete it from his mind as he grinned bitterly. This was more like a Devon thought, radars yeah, totally Devon. Thinking like Devon did was alarming. It made him down another shot instantly. He knew that Audrey wouldn't appreciate, especially since she was now here, witnessing his misery but he couldn't care less. She was one of his dearest friends but he was barely resisting the urge to tell her to get the hell out of here. He didn't want her to be here and he didn't need her to be here. He wanted to be alone and he was pretty sure that his overall appearance was screaming the same quite clearly. Too bad that she apparently was really good at ignoring that. In a way, he was sort of trying to protect her. Even in this state he couldn't force himself to yell at her but other tactics which would result in her leaving were considerable. He knew that he was only couple shorts away from walking disaster and he was completely sure that she didn't want to see that and that he didn't want her to see it. Today, there was really big chance that alcohol won't make him tame and that it won't make him grin happily. Too big dose of alcohol made each person react differently. On him, it usually didn't have hazardous effect. He fitted into category of happy drunks, the ones who would be in even better mood after downing couple drinks and the ones who would then love entire world. At those times his mood would be so good that it would annoy all poor souls which happened to be nearby. Today definitely wasn't like that though. The spot was still standing still stubbornly and it was kind of pissing him off. Just one well aimed punch, he considered throwing, would make the bar fall in pieces. Then the stupid spot would see, it would move and he would win the fucking staring contest. Stupid thing was mocking him. Though, his head was still clear enough and he was still able to think, partially, rational. That, of course, made him aware of the fact that breaking the bar would result in immediate banishment from the pub which would last trough whole eternity. Since he was planning to spend the rest of his days, or at least welcome the end of this day here, he couldn't do anything of the sort.
What.. the hell was she talking about? He didn't appear where? He was just where he was supposed to be, at the urgent meeting with whiskey, of course. If that was so obvious to him, he really didn't see how Audrey missed it. She was the smart one. Yes, each and every person in their little, or not that little, company had some sort of role. Audrey was the smart one. As noted previously, Devon was the geek. He had been told that Dougie was the cute one, his twin Jude was the shy one. Bunch of giggling girls claimed that Damien was the strong one. Alyx was the kinda unreachable and skinny one, Jesslyn was the big heart of the group. Christa... His train of thought suddenly jumped out of it's tracks. The glass in his hand produced silent cracking sound before he realized how tightly he gripped it. He shot a glare in barman's general direction. The man took just couple short moments before he strolled over carrying brand new glass filled with same content which kept burning Darren's throat for hours now. He battled with torturous thoughts and managed to achieve victory for the first time today. Where was he supposed to appear? Just as he planned to turn to Audrey and finally ask her which mad pills she was on, it dawned on him. The Arts Wing, three pm. He even managed to remember her lecturing him and counting all things she would do to him if he dared to make her wait for too long. It could've been solved so easily, just one short text message and she wouldn't be here right now. "Sorry. I forgot." he managed to mutter, not feeling any need to explain further. His voice still didn't sound like it belonged to him and he preferred not listening to it right now.
Mild shock washed over him as he looked back at her. His lips opened and closed couple times but words didn't come out. He was good at doing this fish out of water impression, it suited him. Though, counting all drinks he downed, fish out of water thing was ironic. What happened? How did she mean what happened? Whole bloody school knew what happened by now. Some little freshman or sophomore surely had to come prancing and tell Audrey what happened, she was just pulling a show now. Yes, thought that Christa maybe told her crossed his mind too in these few short moments but he was aware of the fact that if Christa told her, she probably wouldn't be here talking to him right now. Well, she probably would be here but she wouldn't talk, she would scream. Lack of screaming was something he found perplexing. He wasn't nearly as dunk as he hoped he would be by now. He didn't resist the urge to snort as she pointed out that he looked terrible but he did manage to let it slip without any sarcastic comments from his side. His whole body tensed as he felt her hand on his shoulder. No, not now. He didn't need sympathy, he didn't deserve it. Still not believing that she didn't know, he tried to shrug her hand off. The newly filled glass in his hand became interesting again. "Drey.. Don't play with me. I'm really not in the mood."
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`audrey lawrence.
senior year
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Post by `audrey lawrence. on Sept 13, 2008 17:29:33 GMT -5
audreymarielawrence. tag xo darren hazard chat xo not very good...but i have to get back into drey-mode SOMETIME. word count xo 822 attire xo shirt pants___________________________________________________ we watched him drink his pain away a little at a time but he never could get drunk enough to get her off his minduntil the night ___________________________________________________
"Sorry. I forgot."
xo Audrey raised her eyebrows, watching closely as she saw Darren take yet another shot of alcohol. So, he forgot. That's it, that was all of the explanation that she was going to get. No apologies, no justification, no excuses at all. Just 'i forgot.'
xo Of course, as has been said before, Darren wasn't always the most punctual of people. Audrey was more Nazi-like when it came to being on-time or keeping plans. She guessed it was somehow gender-related, the whole punctuality thing. Her male friends were never as concerned with keeping dates and times straight...Jake and D included. But no matter what, they were always there at their outings with her at some point...they never truly forgot for hours on end. And never did they ever drink themselves into stupor. But here she was, facing those two words that were always uttered jokingly as Darren realized he was a little late for their coffee or guitar dates. The only problem was...she actually believed him this time.
xo "You forgot?" she asked flatly. She shook her head, laughing quietly in disbelief. "Is that all I get? 'I forgot?' No lame excuses or apologies?" She watched as he downed yet another shot of alcohol, then reached out for the shotglass and took it right out of his hand. "Yeah..." she began, putting the shotglass on her other side, the side farthest from Darren, "Alcohol will do that to you." Personally, Drey had never been a fan of drinking. She'd seen only too well what it could do to people, how it could completely change a person right before her eyes...as she was seeing all too clearly.
"Drey.. Don't play with me. I'm really not in the mood."
xo Audrey raised her eyebrows, looking directly at Darren. So, he thought that this was all a game. That she was playing with him, just talking circles around him for her own amusement. Deep down, Audrey's pride and stubbornness were riled up immediately - after all, she'd only been trying to be a good friend to him, to watch out for him the way he usually did for her. "Huh, that's funny..." she began, smiling a bit dangerously to herself. She knew she must've looked like something out of a TV show, where someone's facial expression slowly turns from shocked to...something more dangerous. She watched as the bartender served Darren yet another shot f that hateful, burning liquid that was pulling Darren away from her inch by inch. Her friend, her confidante, her shoulder to lean and cry on...was succumbing to drunken stupor for some unknown reason that, for the life of them both, he was not willing to share. Finally, Drey's protective and fiery sides got the best of her, and she took the next glass of liquid right out of his hand before he could drink it. She turned and poured it out right next to her, before turning back to her friend. "'Cause I'm not really in the mood for games myself. Something's bothering you, something bad enough to make you blow me off for an entire day without a second thought, to sit here and drink yourself into a wasted haze, not even thinking about what anyone thinks about you or how worried anyone is. Did you ever think that maybe I'm just trying to look out for you? That I'm trying to make sure you don't do anything stupid?" She could feel it - the familiar heat running through her veins as she spoke, the steady strength she could feel rising in her voice. Her temper was flaring up, and her patience was wearing thin. She hated being kept in the dark, and something told her that it was something that she didn't want to hear...which made her all the more determined to find out what it was. She saw the next shotglass come Darren's way, and reached for it before Darren could, throwing it across the room and hearing the delightfully high-pitched shattering of the glass against the wall.
xo She turned, angrily and full of frustration, back to her friend, her eyes icy and fiery at the same time, her already-piercing gaze probably carrying the strength of a sword. She stared directly at him, knowing that his own temper could catch up with her at any moment, but buried the little remnant of fear that had spouted up in her gut and continued, her voice dangerously quiet. "Darren, stop bullshitting around wtih me. Tell me what's going on." She knew that she was angry when she felt no hesitation about searing in public, as quiet as her voice was. But still, no response from him. Finally, Audrey couldn't take another second. She felt her palm slam down on the bar, some of the glasses and bottles shaking with the sheer force of the impact - her palm stung from it, but she barely noticed in her fury. "Darren, god damn it, SAY SOMETHING!"
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Post by darren hazard. on Sept 16, 2008 18:02:32 GMT -5
darren marcus hazardi used to rule the world, seas would rise when i gave the word. now in the morning i sleep alone, sweep the streets i used to own. one minute i held the key, next the walls were closed on me and i discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt __________________________________________________
Forgetting things wasn't anything unusual when it came to Darren Hazard. That's why he was the best secret keeper in the area. He forgot things so easily, he didn't even have to turn around and the secret, no matter how big and relevant it was, was all gone. Blink of an eye or a heartbeat, that was the amount of time it took. That wasn't the greatest trait, it wasn't trait at all, but it was something against he was unable to fight and achieve victory. Those who decided that they wanted to be part of his life and be his friends learned to live with that or they were in the process of learning how to deal with it. He was aware that dealing with all his faults wasn't easy and that often made him wonder why people even bothered. If the roles were reversed, he wasn't completely sure that he would. It was true that he never intended to be late for any meeting with whoever he was supposed to meet. It would always just happen. When he tried, really tried, he would eventually remember. Too bad that eventually usually meant that he couldn't avoid the lateness factor. He guessed that he was lucky that he had extremely patient friends and that they usually didn't hold it against him. Audrey didn't really fall in the category of patient people but a smile and couple apologies were always all it took for her to break and crack a grin. Maybe it meant that she finally developed soft spot for him, it was about time. No one who possessed even an ounce of sanity couldn't expect that he'd remember anything today though. That was if they knew what was going on with him of course. Just one day, short twenty four hours. Just him, his thoughts and preferably something strong nearby. He really didn't ask for much, did he? He was fighting against fire with fire here, sometimes that worked. Whiskey was the thing which got him here, it was bound to get him out of here as well, it owed him that much.
He eyed her suspiciously, carefully as she took the glass out of his hand. He let her do that, it was empty now, he didn't have any use of it. Thought entered his mind. What if she really didn't know? It was either that or she suddenly became extremely good actress. There was no way that Audrey he knew would manage to pull such good impression. Possibility that she wanted to hear everything from him still existed too. Then again, if she wanted to hear what he had to say for himself, she wouldn't use this approach, he knew it. "Yes, I forgot. No excuses." he confirmed, still weighting his options. If she expected to hear an excuse.. Well that was just another pointer that she had no idea what was going on. Funny? Something was funny? Maybe he was the one who was behind on things because he honestly didn't see what was funny. He kept forgetting that Audrey didn't possess one usual trait that usually came in package with every girl. She wasn't a gossiper. Now when he remembered that, things finally started making sense. He looked away, seeing the bartender approaching but before he managed to wrap his fingers around the glass, Audrey pushed his hand away and took it. For one crazy moment he believed that she would actually down it. The thought almost made him smile, she'd make him proud by doing that. She didn't seem to be in the mood to make him proud today though. His lips parted when he saw what she did but words didn't come out. When she started talking again, he wasn't looking at her anymore. With every word she said, she just continued making pressure in his head grow. That was extremely bad idea seeing that he was just about to burst anyway. Trying to calm down, he signaled to the bartender again.
Brand new glass that appeared in front of him got it worse than the one that just disappeared. That one at least managed to stay in one piece. What was enough was enough. There were moments when even he wasn't able to control himself, when he couldn't stay calm. Those moments were rare and usually didn't happen without any werewolves around. They were also scary and in those moments he hated himself so much more than he usually did. This was one of those moments. She pushed him so far that he forgot who was standing in front of him. He jumped from the stool and towered above her for whole ten seconds before he managed to get a grip. He was standing so close that he felt her heart trying to beat it's way out of her chest. His hands clenched into fists and lips formed a thin line, he was able to feel his fangs tearing soft skin inside his mouth and the blood tickling it's way out. "What the fuck do you want me to tell you?" he practically shouted. Never before he used this tone with her, she never got to see him lose it. He regretted it in the moment he heard the words bounce off the walls. Bartender gave him quizzical look but Darren ignored him. He was regular customer here and the man was as well probably curious to hear what was this about. His eyes were still sparkling menacingly as he retreated and sat back down. "You want me to say something?" his voice now sounded like his own again. Much to his dislike, she managed to make him sober up way too quickly. "Sit down. Relax. I will tell you a story. It's about a vampire and a werewolf." he paused for a moment, waiting for her to move. "It's taking it's place in my dorm, two days ago and it ends in the moment when..." he was only able to get to this point, everything after that turned into a painful blur. He choked on his own words and looked down at the spot again. Yes, it was still there. "I cheated on Christa." he planned to stop there but now when he started he just couldn't leave it there. It was the best to get the whole truth out immediately, right? "With Katarina."
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`audrey lawrence.
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Post by `audrey lawrence. on Sept 22, 2008 0:03:11 GMT -5
audreymarielawrence. tag xo darren hazard chat xo sorry...hehehe, got carried away. =D word count xo 1,275 attire xo shirt pants___________________________________________________ we watched him drink his pain away a little at a time but he never could get drunk enough to get her off his minduntil the night ___________________________________________________
"Yes, I forgot. No excuses."
xo Audrey nodded, her lips still tensed and pursed with disbelief. So he was going to be blatantly honest, and repeat the honest truth: he'd forgotten. Honestly forgotten about the session, while drinking his life and sanity away in a pub. She admitted that a small part of her had hoped for an excuse, some sign that he still valued her friendship enough to want to cushion the blow to her feelings. Of course, she would have chewed him out just the same, but the gesture would have been the one reassurance she needed to ease her worries that her best friend was still himself.
xo But this one, the version of Darren that had somehow manifested between the previous night and that afternoon, neither cared about nor wanted to hear what she had to say, and only wanted to be left alone to wallow in whatever had hurt him badly enough to induce the transformation. She felt the sting of that reality like the pain of alcohol on an open wound. Obviously, one of two things had happened. One option was that Darren had completely drowned himself in misery and allowed a robotic, distant version of himself take over. The other was a horrible, dark possibility that she preferred not to acknowledge just yet.
xo Audrey nodded, narrowing her eyes as she surveyed the form before her. Whoever this person was, she knew that he had to go before he destroyed himself entirely. She knew that the only way to induce any change would be to poke, prod, and push. Not enough to start a bar fight, but enough to test the patience of the person before her, this mess that resembled her friend so much, yet acted nothing like him. Doing so would require walking a razor-thin line, performing a balancing act on a thread. There was certainly a time to stop pushing, shut up, and use a different tactic.
xo But, of course, Audrey had allowed her frustration and outrage get the better of her, and had lost her balance. In the heartbeat of a moment after the shotglass shattered and her palm slammed into the wood of the bar, a neon red light went off in her mind. In any other context, the scene that followed would have frozen her to her place, eyes wide with fear and skin pale with panic. She of all people knew what vampires were capable of...and for a moment had forgotten she was dealing with one.
xo But the moment that Darren stood, every centimeter of his body quivering in fury, fear froze her every muscle. She didn't widen her eyes or gasp, but she felt her heart rate speed up so quickly she knew even Darren, in his rage, must have heard the difference. She narrowed her eyes and molded her face into an unafraid mask to hide her terror, and prayed that her eyes didn't betray her. After all, Darren's own eyes, bloodshot as they were, told her that he was only inches away from tearing her throat out - held back by a shred of self-control.
"What the fuck do you want me to tell you?"
xo Audrey said nothing, made no sound whatsoever, for she knew that if she even attempted to vocalize she would produce either a squeak or a scream. Darren had never - ever - looked at her like that or spoken in such a deadly tone. Not even during tutoring sessions, when she had been convinced that he was considering slipping cyanide into her drink when she wasn't looking. No, this was the face of a truly, genuinely pissed-off vampire, who saw her not as a friend but as a pain in the ass that needed silencing. She sensed her breathing pattern regulating once more when she saw some self-control return to his eyes as he sat down.
"You want me to say something? Sit down. Relax. I will tell you a story. It's about a vampire and a werewolf."
xo The change - however welcome it should have been - was only making her more uneasy. His voice was too calm and level, and his tone was almost patronizing - Audrey kept her body tense and uneasy, almost like she was waiting for him to lure her in and kill her at any moment. To be honest, Darren was getting creepier by the second, and sounding less and less like himself with every word. Part of Audrey's mind was beginning to accept the second option, while the other part was only screaming at her to shut up and stop thinking. She studied Darren's face and eyes, trying to figure out why he was going to tell her this ridiculous story, half-hoping that it had something to do with the reasons he was sitting there turning his liver into mush.
"It's taking it's place in my dorm, two days ago and it ends in the moment when..."
xo So this was it. This was the reason he was so far gone, so empty and dark. Audrey's expression softened a bit, almost like life returning to take the place of the tense mask used to hide her fear. She bit her lip in anticipation, trying to piece together the ending of his sentence. Had he found someone in his dorm? Had he fought and injured - or worse yet - killed someone? No. It wasn't that. Even if she wanted to believe that Darren was capable of such a thing, she knew that he would have handled it differently. This was a mistake he'd made that he could have prevented - that was why he'd beaten himself up so badly about it.
"I cheated on Christa."
xo Nothing - nothing on the face of the earth or in the vast imagination of heaven - could have prepared Audrey for the shock of those four words. Truth be told, they were the last words she ever expected to hear from him in her life. Darren loved Christa more than his own life - she'd seen it in his eyes every day since the first day she'd seen them together. She was his light, his reason, his sun - the last person on Earth he'd ever want to see hurt. He'd have died for her. This didn't make sense - at all. Except for the fact that it was the perfect explanation for the events of the past 24 hours - the lack of communication from Darren and, now that she thought about it, Christa. Darren's complete emotional tailspin and drinking binge. Drey felt her face fill with shock, her jaw loosening as his words sank in.
"With Katarina."
xo After the first four words out of Darren's mouth, Drey thought that nothing on earth could have surprised her again. Until he uttered two more words - 'with katarina.' They slammed into her like a speeding freight train, freezing her as the rules of her reality seemed to twist, turn, and finally explode. She blinked, fully aware that she might have looked like a complete moron staring blankly at Darren, but it was the only function her mind could have produced while trying to wrap itself around his words. Finally, her brain slowly creaked back into action, processing the words and her reaction to them. So somehow after the concert the previous night, Kat and Darren had gone to bed together. Regardless of the alcohol, inevitably involved, impeding decision-making skills, Drey couldn't help her immediate instinct to hold both parties responsible. Unfortunately, the conversation was only stirring up memories of her first boyfriend, who had kindly cheated on her at a party in their Junior year.
xo Drey nodded, biting her lip as she searched for the right words to use. "So...that's it?" she asked, "That's all you're going to do about it? Just sit here and get drunk and feel sorry for yourself?" she asked, not registering any change in her voice, but simply speaking the words that were quickly forming in her mind, "What about Christa, Darren? You have a relationship with her, you love her. Aren't you even going to try?"
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