OOC: Ooooh, plot twist! XD
Vito had watched intently as the last strand of Jack’s curly, untamed red hair had whipped around the corner as she stepped into the bathroom…and Vito nearly stumbled over onto the floor of his bedroom when he realized that he was momentarily free of her presence; he had been holding his breath, locking it within his lungs in order to keep himself steady, and calm, but it had deprived his brain of oxygen and left him feeling as if he had just stepped off of a carnival ride by the time he finally allowed himself to draw in another deep breath.
He had told Jack that they would break down together, that they had seen each other at their worst and that, therefore, there was nothing preventing the two of them from crashing and burning at the same time- but when faced with the option of either exposing his weakest side to the person he probably hated most in the world, or crumbling to pieces in the dark, he would certainly, always choose the latter. It had a great deal to do with pride, something which a narcissistic person like Vito couldn’t stand to injure.
With a firm grip on the side of his mattress, Vito slowly steadied himself, using his elbow first, and then his palm to push himself upward until he was standing once more. He could hear the sink running in the bathroom, trickling off of Jack’s hands and down the drain- most likely a light shade of red due to the blood that the water was being mixed with- along with the sound of his own heart thudding in his ears, the two sounds combining to make a sloppy heartbeat, clear and deafening in Vito’s ears, as if he were having an Echocardiogram done.
“It’s a bothersome thing. Perhaps one day I’ll make a deal with the devil, sell both my soul and let him cut out my heart, sure I’ll have a scar, but I’ve heard that they have potions to remove scars in a matter of seconds…” Vito hissed under his breath, as if he were actually considering the possibility- as if it were actually possible. Vito wasn’t human after all, and therefore, there was a small chance that the laws that applied to humans- such as owning a beating heart and a living soul –weren’t required in order for Vito to continue on with his life of being shipped off from one miserable, vengeful being to the next.
Miserable, vengeful being…
“No- I’m not,” Vito corrected his thoughts firmly, as if they had a life of their own and he had to round them up occasionally in order to make sure they didn’t run wild, “I have Satin’s, and I won Jack”. Vito Dee Symons could have anything that he wanted, at any given moment as long as he was carrying the appropriate amount of money around with him in the pockets of his fine suit. He could have the world- he was the king of the world- and yet, misery loved company…
As if on cue, the noise of the sink in the bathroom ceased, and there was silence- all except for the steady rhythm of Vito’s heartbeat, which he was sure Jack could hear from where she was standing in the bathroom on the far side of the room. Vito drew in a breath and brought his hand to his tie, smoothing it out so that it lay flat and unwrinkled against the dark blue vest he wore, one that he favored greatly. He reached for the bottle of wine that he Jack had opened, extending his arm, and then his fingers in order to grab hold of the thing- when a redhead entered the room slowly, her footsteps sounding as uneven and shaky as Vito’s breathing had when he had fallen.
The poltergeist slowly moved his fingers away from the darkly colored bottle of alcohol and dropped his arm at his side, his attention now stolen by the only other being in the room; she was shaking violently, as if she had stepped out of a freezer after hours without heat, the blood running through her veins too chilled to reheat her frozen body- however, Vito was positive that his bathroom was not a freezer. “Redhead…?” Vito began, pushing off of the bed, taking a few slow steps towards the young female, as if afraid that she were a trap about to go off at any moment- curiosity killed the cat.
As Vito neared, it became more and more clear to him why Jack Dyllan was shaking so terribly, though it did take him quite a deal of time to connect the dots even after he was given the clues to work with; he had seen Jack torn and drunk, deprived of what made her who she was- but this was a level that she had never reached; a side of the enemy that Vito had never seen- and Jack was allowing him to watch as her soul died. Another step forward, but Vito couldn't peek into her brain, for she had closed her eyes to him.
“Open your eyes…” he requested, his voice drifting from his throat in a way that sounded so much softer than he usually allowed; he wanted to surprise her in some way in order to get her to do what he wanted; Vito wanted to see the death in her eyes, despite the fact that he could not harm her himself- but his thoughts and plans were interrupted by a simple question, which caused his mind to go on ‘lockdown’ mode the second the words left the female's mouth . . .
“Why can't I h-hate you?”
There was momentary silence as Vito stood before Jack, staring at her eyelids, as if they would open on his command. He could practically feel her movement as her body shook, despite the distance between them, as if every twitch was a shockwave that could be felt throughout his entire body, “For the same reason I can’t hurt you… you got too curious, and you got too close…”- Vito moved his arm upward until his hand hovered near Jack’s shoulder, which he then wrapped his fingers around firmly; he wondered if he could feel her bones rattling within her skin, and simply could not resist- “and now you’ve hit a wall, because you’ve spent too much time bickering with me… too much time trying to figure out how I tick,” Vito answered, explaining both his and Jack’s side of the story at once, “now you care.”
It took him a few moments to force his body to move once more- to force his mind to work.
Vito dropped both arms at his side, and turned to his side, walking to his bedside table in a few strides. He curled his fingers around the small knob of the drawer in the lower half of the sleek wooden table and gave it a pull so that the drawer slid out with ease, “I was planning on using this at another time… if I found it too unbearable that you continue to refuse to hate me,” Vito explained, his voice steady but quiet- quieter than usual, as if he were too preoccupied with what he was doing to speak at the same time. “But… I suppose, I never expected such a situation as this to arise,” Vito continued as he pulled a small, metal box from the deep drawer, turning and setting it upon his bed. With a blank expression, Vito pushed the drawer closed and turned his full attention back to the box, now with a key the size of his smallest finger in his hand.
The key fit snuggly within the lock, and made a small click! upon being turned, signaling that the lock had been successfully deactivated with the small silver key which Vito then placed within his pocket. “There is such a thing as a hate potion, as I'm sure you've learned in one of those neat classes of yours… and I have been lucky enough to obtain a few vials of the substance,” the poltergeist spoke, slowly turning to look at Jack once more. Though his expression remained completely blank, he was unbearably curious to learn who Jack Dyllan really was, and there was no better test than the one Vito had just presented her with.
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