On the Outside (Closed)

[Legion]

The woman was clearly pained when he said that his name was Legion. That was not difficult to ascertain in the least, he didn't feel it like he did when Azural was pained but seeing her bite her lip, forcing herself to bleed was a pretty big clue to him, along with the sobbing. Legion watched her as she forced out his name, supposedly, the name of the child, struggling to get her name out, Kazumi. Struggling to get out that she was his wife. Legion just watching her cry and struggle against the restraints. He didn't know what to make of all of this. Azura wasn't lying, and if this Kazumi was, she was a world class actor, and heartless considering she was offering her child up to him. Though the fact that he was essentially heartless seemed to suggest that that option wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility. But Azura wasn't lying, so Kazumi couldn't be either.

Why would this be hidden though? Why wouldn't he be allowed to remember? Well a free hand reached up and grasped that collar on his neck, reminding him of the answer to that question. Control. Continuing to look at the woman that was supposed to be his wife the thought occured to him that this might be another form of control. Though that was just as quickly brushed aside at the thought of Azura. She wouldn't be able to pull off a lie of that magnitude with their connection, right? This was as new to her as it was to him right? This connection? Still, with all this information that was true, he really didn't know any of it. This was a faith based thing for him, with no experiences of Kazumi or Ruth coming to mind.

When Kazumi turned her head over her shoulder though, to scream at Azura, he couldn't help but feel a little defensive, stepping forward with a low growl. Though he stopped himself from doing anything more then observing and that movement forward, remembering his promise to Azura, not to do anything to defend her. Then again, for now that was because he wasn't aware of the full scale of things. He didn't think Azura did anything, or could do anything to him. At least, not things that were harmful to him. That seemed impossible given their connection. But if Kazumi really were his wife, what was going on? Was Azura involved? How? and Why? The doctor would probably be the first to ask, but that was out of the question.

But before another verbal tirade could occur Azura did something that not even Legion fully expected, freeing Kazumi. Sure she was his wife, but to him up until a few minutes ago she was only a target. And he still didn't know she was his wife, other then what she and Azura had said, though he didn't think that Azura would lie at least.

Though his thoughts were interrupted by Ruth wiggling in his arms, drawing his attention down to the girl. She looked very happy, happy to be in his arms specifically. That seemed to be another fact in favor of her being his daughter and Kazumi being his wife. Legion watched her clapping her hands together to produce something that made him widen his eyes, a flower. Before Legion could really process, or deduce what was happening Ruth would push the flower into his face, trying to give it to him as she said "DaDa" again. Even though he had no memories of her, he couldn't help but chuckle slightly as he took the flower that was given to him. The child certainly couldn't lie, that much he was sure of. Though the child may also be wrong, there was always that possibility too.

Legion continued to watch the child as she cooed happily in his arms before reaching up for him once more, trying to grab at him. Listening to her words as she wiggled around, finally finding herself in a seated position. As she began to pat him on the cheeks Legion couldn't help but smile weakly as he listened to her giggle. He was still confused, but this, well he didn't know what this was exactly.

This little moment was only interrupted by Kazumi, though her words were, thought provoking. Legion looked towards Kazumi as she made her way towards him, her wrist still bleeding from struggling against her restraints. Her words and even the way she held herself seemed to indicate that she was struggling to maintain control, why not being difficult to figure out. She moved nearer to him, her eyes too changing color to an oceanic blue, from that original black. A gentle look on her face, that once again seemed familiar, even if he had not context for it.

Legion listened to her next words carefully. Nor really knowing how to respond, so choosing not to, immediately at least. That they, her and Ruth, had missed him. That she had tried to find him, that they, whoever they were, took him. But what was more concerning, was the fact that he had fought with Azura in the gym, that Azura had taken him. Now that, that was an interesting fact. Something that had it been Patrick standing there, he probably would have been able to put the pieces together, but he was Legion, who knew nothing before his birth. He was still unsure and so he looked to Azura for answers.

What she said really only served to annoy him. Confuse him. Anger him. He knew she was telling the truth. It was not something she could just lie about, at least not to him. But why? Why would she do that to him? He loved her, but still. Was that a set up? Was this all really a form of control. One that she couldn't bear to live with anymore so she let him know? Let him know that she ripped him away from his family, even if he didn't remember them? Yes, he loved her but he didn't know what to think right now. Though he did feel her guilt and pain, in her apology. He knew he meant it at that edged off some of the anger, like he would no doubt take some of the guilt.

And then Kazumi would slowly raise her hand in front of him. Placing her hand on his face as she watched him, feeling her fingers trace that scar of his, right eye closing automatically. Love and affection that couldn't be faked in that touch. At first there was nothing, but then, then it was that word asked in a question that sent memories flooding back. To countless times where he had laid next to this woman, Kazumi Badoer/O'Connor, sometimes clothed, sometimes not, having made love, not just had sex, her having touched him affectionately in the same manner. As gasp at the influx of the specific memories.

Though as she exposed her neck to him, showing him the bite mark, that he now knew to be his. That scar that he saw in a few of those memories biting. A free hand of his going to his neck to feel the mark that she put on him, according to his memories. But there was nothing to feel but smooth skin. It was not there, though he knew that he had had it at some point. His memories were clear. Confused he'd quietly ask, a soft tinge of an irish accent in his voice, "Your's?"

Before his question could be answered though, he heard beeps from his arms. Coming from what sounded like a phone. His eyes going down to Ruth, who currently was playing with a phone in her hands. It only took a moment for him to realize that it was his phone, though how she had gotten it, was something he was unaware of. Though it did steal the tension out of the scene, if only for a moment.

But as Legion noticed her amusing herself his mind drifted back to the situation at hand. Which really only made him angry. He was confused. The only memories he had, before he was Legion were of Kazumi, whom he loved (had?). He wasn't too sure of the specifics, other then he was supposed to be married to her and that Ruth was his. It really did make him wonder what Azura's part in all this was. Oh yes, he felt her pain and guilt but what exactly was her role in all of this? He was getting angry that she had played a role in taking him from this family that was supposed to be his, even if he didn't remember it. Anger rising up and welling in him, growling out only one word, "Why?"

A seemingly relevant question, to him at least...

[Azura]

Azura stood there, but at some point she stopped listening. She couldn't, she was too wrapped up in the emotions pouring off of him. The confusion, the doubt, the anger, it was too intense for her and nothing she did made it better. A little whimper once again choked back as she bit down onto her lower lip and struggled to try and stay on her feet. Right now she wanted nothing more than to collapse, or to disappear through the wall and distance herself from this hurt, from this guilt.

But there was no running from it, there was no escape. She was destined to suffer this torment for the rest of her existence and she knew that. So, she stayed, the sound of his growl coming forth making it that much harder to do so, though she forced whatever will power she had left to the surface and straightened her back, head turning toward Legion once more as she struggled to swallow past the lump which had formed inside of her throat.

Why?

That was not such an easy question to answer. There was no real answer, no clear cut response that would tell him everything he wanted to know. If anything, all she could do was prove to warrant him more questions. Do nothing to ease his pain and suffering. "Because I had no choice! I have been trapped in that laboratory for over thirty years, dying week after week and the ONLY person I have ever cared for was destroyed by the very same shit they gave you. For fifteen years I sat there and watched them test and poke and prod at him until finally they destroyed his mind. I have spent every day of my life since then trying to protect him and I have done everything in my power to get us free."

Tears streaming down her face, she would shove herself away from the wall, her heart shattering but no choice here other than to reach down inside herself and grasp that part of herself that was stubborn and prideful and determined. "I didn't know you. I didn't know any of you! It was a mission. Nothing more. I was told to get the mark and bring him in. So I did, because my family is the most important thing in my life. It is all I have! I didn't know they would do this to you, if..if I had known I would never agree. I had plans, I had dreams...and they are all gone now! So do not think that I wanted this, because I never asked for any of it!!"

Her small hands trembled, but she did not move from her current spot. She was not here to fight, she was not here to hurt anyone, but she was not going to be the whipping doll for them or anyone else. She had been one for far too long, and she had long ago vowed that it would never happen again. Even now, despite how much it was killing her inside, despite how much pain and suffering she felt....Wanting nothing more than to go to him, to have him take away the hurt, and the doubt...the guilt. To take away his own darker emotions. She just wanted to be alone, in his room with him, forgetting the world outside....But that was looking further and further away from possible right now, and all Azura knew how to do....was fight to keep her head above water.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Kazumi could not hold back the soft, choked sob that escaped her even as a light, weak smile curled upon her lips. "Y..Yes...Mine." Attempting to blink back her tears though they continued to roll down her delicate face, streaking through her makeup and leaving dark trails down her olive complected cheeks. "I...don't know what they did to you, but...but I will make it better baby. I promise. W...We can fix it." Her small hand moving forward, resting upon his chest, the one which held the wedding ring set which he had bought her not long before he had been taken.

Yet when he growled out that word, she would lower her hand, stepping away and to the side in order to give herself a better view of the figure that stood so defiantly across the room. In Kazumi's mind, the woman did not seem to care, she seemed to be selfish and was probably lying through her teeth...But then Kazumi didn't fully understand just what had been done here. "You lying bitch! You knew exactly what you were doing!" Hand reaching out, without thinking and grabbing up the lamp beside her bed, hurling it at the dark haired, leather clad female. A momentary hint of satisfaction coming across her as the glass shattered against the woman's arm, a shard of it cutting her exposed neck. Just knowing that the bitch could bleed was enough for her....Though of course, she didn't know the implications of what she was doing.

Right now, she wanted nothing more than to tear that bitch apart, to break her down, to destroy her. Already, thoughts of how to kill her were swarming through her mind...filling her every thought. She knew she was powerful, but she wasn't invincible. She had to have a weakness....somewhere, somehow....and Kazumi had every intention of finding it and exploiting it fully.

Ruth, completely distracted by the phone which she held in her hands, would continue to play with it, pushing buttons and eventually pulling it to her mouth and nomming on the side of it, a bit of drool running down over the screen. As she did this, a rather satisfied little cooing sound would come from her direction, nestling into his arms, more content than she had been since he disappeared.

*omnomnomnom drooool*

Attention completely upon the phone, though she did seem to be growing a bit more restless as her Daddy became more irritated. Nothing too serious, just an uneasy sense about her, even though she still continued to chew and drool upon the phone.

[Legion]

That question asking if he was hers, coming out as more of a confused one. The answer making him unsure of what the future held. Sure, he remembered being close to her, remembered making love to her, every time that she had touched that scar of his, but that was about it. He knew that there was supposed to be something more then there was. But he didn't feel it. Sure, she was beautiful, incredibly actually, there just wasn't anything else to go on. No memories of her personality, things they had done, other then the knowledge that they had sex. He knew that he had loved her, he just didn't remember it, it was an intellectual knowledge that he had, nothing more. All this causing him to frown, not in sadness so much as in thought as to what this meant, because the honest answer was, he didn't know what it meant. Even as Kazumi said that she'd make it better, that only causing him to pause for a second to consider his next words carefully.

"No," Legion said slowly still a twinge of Irish in his accent, "This can't be undone. There's something different about this, more then just memory loss."

Looking down at the hand on his chest, noticing the wedding ring, knowing it to be the one that he probably had shared with her, though nothing was clear. Just a few scarce memories that could only mean they were close friends with benefits, the child and the ring being the only reason he knew that that wasn't quite true. All of this causing him to feel anger, enough so to ask that question, as he looked at her, waiting for her answer.

As it came he had to step back, feeling her pain. Knowing that she was telling the truth. Without a doubt she was telling the truth, their connection revealing that much to him. She couldn't fake those emotions. He knew that it was Raven that she was talking about. The reason why she had done everything. That had been before Legion though, but he knew that she would still do everything in her power to get the big man out.

As she pushed off the wall he felt a pit in his chest. Feeling her heart breaking. As angry as he was he still felt everything for her. He still loved her, even if things were seeming to start to suggest that it may not entirely be his choice. As she continued into him, he knew that she was still telling the truth, that she wouldn't have done any of this, if she had known. That she only did it for the benefit of Raven. Now, if Legion were Patrick and just Patrick he might have made a quip about his plans, dreams and family being ruined, and not really caring about how she felt. however with Legion, things were different. He felt her hurt, and that pained him. Sure, he had this memories with Kazumi and a baby, apparently his, in his arms but knowledge of that couldn't erase the connection that he shared with Azura, no matter how hurt or confused he was.

Pained that he had caused her pain, there was still anger, the feeling of betrayal. Though before he was able to ask the next question on his mind, Kazumi was already acting on what she thought was going on. Calling her a liar and throwing a lamp at her. If he didn't have the child in his arms he might have been able to stop her, but alas he was not able to. Watching that lamp shatter on Azura, Legion flinched, knowing that he had promised her, not to do anything, even if Kazumi attacked her. Though he felt the pain of that lamp breaking on his own arm, felt that warm liquid beginning to run down his own neck. Quietly he'd say, doing the only thing he could muster in her defense, "She's not lying. Everything she said was true."

Ruth, would remain out of Legion's attention as all of this went down. The beeping of the buttons on the cell phone going unnoticed, the cooing, everything. Even as she began to grow more and more restless Legion wouldn't notice, his attention still on the events unfolding around him. Though his grip on her would tighten a bit, to hold her in his arms fully, even as the blood began to trickle down his neck...

[Azura]

Azura would growl softly as she felt the blood running down her neck just beneath the spot where her collar wrapped so tightly about her neck. Not from the pain, nor from the attack itself, but because it had hurt him as well. Though, just as she had told him to promise her, she had vowed she would not harm the girl in front of her. Still, that did not stop her from being upset by what was going on.

Yet, whatever thoughts she was having as to that fact ceased the moment that he spoke up. Her hazel eyes, concealed by that mask, returning to him as he told his wife that indeed she was speaking the truth...Defending her when he had no reason to do such. Sure, she wasn't lying, but he had ever right to throw her to the wolves, and yet, he didn't. "I am so sorry Legion. I love you, more than heaven or Earth. I would never have hurt you intentionally, I swear to you."

She took a step forward, though her legs felt like they were about to give out at any moment, her emotions a mess, her heart shattered and tears hidden behind that mask as they ran down her face. "I would never have brought you here had I meant for any of this. But....you deserve your family...You deserve the thing that I may never be able to give you..." Her eyes lowering to the child in his arms, though only he would know what she was feeling, that sense of loss, of longing....regret..."I love you too much to take these things from you....for I am not sure that I can ever give to you this. I am a failure as a woman, as a lover...and for that, as well as many other things...I am truly sorry." Her voice cracking, unable to stand it anymore. The sight of him, with his family, knowing that she was likely never to be able to give him a child, to give him this life...It shattered the last part of her that still stood strong and determined. It completely broke her.

Turning away, no other choice but to given the fact she felt as though the ground were falling out from under her, she would look toward the door. "I trust that the demon shall remain behaved enough for now. I will take my leave and remain outside." She would nod and then turn to leave, barely able to manage her steps, her breath shaky, her heart racing. She was certain once she was out of sight she would collapse....but she just had to get out of here first...she couldn't let the girl see her that way...she couldn't show that sort of weakness.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

"What...What do you mean?" Taken back by his words, she was in shock. Had he just told her no? No about what? About fixing it? About them being together again? What!? Tears rolling down her cheeks she would feel the trembling in her hands grow worse, desperately trying to breath and finding herself unable to do so.

This feeling only made worse once she threw that lamp, only to have him DEFEND that bitch! Her eyes darkening as they narrowed in a mixture of anger and pain, full attention turned back toward him, only to fall to his neck where the blood rolled down his flesh. Instinct caused her fangs to ache with need, having not tasted his blood in so long, needing it so badly. But what stopped her from attacking him right then and there in a fit of blood lust was the fact that one, he held their daughter, and two...he shouldn't have been bleeding.

Eyes widening she looked back from him to the girl and back again. Wounds in the same place, the same exact spot. She knew it should have been obvious, but her mind could just not wrap around it, and so she looked up at him confused...hurt...angry.."What the hell!? What do you mean no!? Why are you bleeding?!" Her hands reaching out, grabbing Ruth and jerking her from within his grasp and cradling the child protectively against her.

She didn't know what was happening, it confused her and in a way, it scared her. Making her want to distance the baby from this as much as possible. Though of course, Ruth did not see it this way, instead crying almost instantly and shifting about as best she could within her Mommy's arms and making soft little grabby hand motions toward her Daddy. "Da-Da..." Her shaky, broken little voice echoing through the room as she cried and those eyes seemed to gain more gold within them, lower lip jutting out and big tears rolling down her delicate little face.

Still, Kazumi would back away from him, from the girl. "Do...Do you love her?" That big oaf had said he was "her's" that day in the football field, but Kazumi had convinced herself that if he ever saw her and Ruth again he would want them back. Now...."D..Do you want to be with...with her?" The last bit spoken with such disgust and hatred, her chest tightening...fear increasing.

[Legion]

Legion thought about how he wanted to reply to Kazumi's question. How to explain why what had happened to him couldn't easily be undone. But it was difficult, because he didn't know how it had happened. All he remembered before his birth was new to him, only those times with Kazumi touching his scar, the one on his face. The one that had been unexplained, which made him curious to know now, how he had gotten it. Because he knew the memories of Kazumi touching him to be true, that he had made love to her, multiple times. The evidence of the child that he didn't remember ever having still being evidence of their relationship. His name, he agreed was likely Patrick O'Connor, why would they lie to him? But he was still Legion.

The shattering of the lamp pulling him out of the rabbit trail he had been running down. His words both angering and hurting her, it seemed. He didn't feel guilt, but apparently he was supposed to be angry beyond reason at Azura. He was mad, don't get him wrong, but he still loved her. Regardless of what had happened, what she was responsible for, he couldn't love her any less. Anger and confusion clear in her eyes at the blood whilst Azura spoke up, drawing his attention to her for the moment.

Legion listened quietly as she spoke. Once again he knew that she was speaking the truth, the whole truth. There was no doubt about it. He felt her pain as she spoke, as she forced herself, he was still angry, but he could hardly stand the feel of her pain. Feeling that loss, that longing, that regret. Her emotions echoed in him, though he didn't show it. Anger and pain of the seeming betrayal from her still great enough to keep him from going to comfort her, that and the need to unravel this mystery of who he was. Azura's saying that she could take any of those things away from him, his family, his child, because she couldn't give them to him, telling him that she was a failure at so many things. It was painful to hear those words. Because even through all of this, he hated to hear her talk down on herself like that, because he did still love her. Her last words though would receive a slight nod as she made her way to the exit, leaving him with Kazumi and Ruth.

There was no time for contemplation of what had just happened as Ruth was ripped from his arms as Kazumi demanded answers from Legion. Her question about the bleeding, about what he meant by no ringing out clear. As she backed away Legion watched as the child squirmed for him, reaching out and once again calling him "DaDa". Hearing Kazumi's hurt questions Legion would frown. Completely unsure of what to do. Something here seemed to suggest that this relationship was incredibly important, that's why Azura had brought him here, right?

Legion gave a sigh, Azura was still too close for him to need to begin fighting his urges anyway, "Something happened to me obviously. I don't know what. Before today I only remembered waking up, born as Legion, not this Patrick O'Connor. But when you touched me, I remembered you touched me like that before affectionately. That we had made love, not just had sex. I don't even know how I got that scar, I thought I always had it. As for her. There's a connection between us. I can tell what she's feeling, she can tell what I'm feeling. We're drawn to each other. We balance each other out."

Legion sighed, "I don't know what happened, something big I guess. You say that baby is my daughter, both of you. But I don't remember."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Kaz listened as she backed up, nearing the playpen she kept in her room and turning for a split second to set Ruth down inside of it, her black eyes narrowing on Patri-

On the figure in front of her. She wasn't sure who he was anymore, but he damn sure wasn't the man that she had married. He didn't even seem to be willing to try and fix this, like he didn't think he could bring himself to be with her again. Shaking her head, she would watch him cautiously, allowing him to finish what he had to say before she shot forward and gripped his head, jerking him down and into her, her lips pressing hard against his own.

She wasn't sure if it would do any good...for all she knew he would kill her for it...But she would try anything, deepening the kiss as she pressed her small form against his own, just needing him to remember...something...anything....Her fangs piercing her lip, blood coating them as they kissed, pressing into his lips....Hoping something, anything would trigger a memory of her, of their child.

[Legion]

Legion continued to watch her as she backed away, putting the child in the playpen. As he spoke he continued to watch her carefully. She seemed hesitant, why? There were good reasons for it, logically he figured, but it was tough to pick out which one it was. What only served to confuse him more was that shake of her head. What did that mean? He hadn't asked a question. Was she simply not accepting his answer? Legion tilted his head curiously as she approached him.

It came without any real warning. He hand shooting forward, Legion saw it, clear as day, but it wasn't an attack. Curiosity bid him to see where she was going with this. As she pulled his head into that kiss he did have to admit he was a little surprised. He hadn't been expecting that to say the least. The only person he remembered actually making love to would have never been that aggressive. This had a certain, appeal to it. Old motions had him kissing her back, emotions of their love making, even if he didn't remember that act itself starting to resurface. Deepening that kiss as she did he would feel her form press against him, pressing his own against hers. Continuing to kiss her as her fangs pierced her lips unaware. Continuing the kiss, even deepening it a bit further at the introduction of blood, letting it slide down his tongue, rolling to the back of his throat.

A moment passed before he abruptly pulled away, inhaling sharply:

May 6, 2012 1:31:02 GMT -6 Legion said:

Pulling back the action Patrick heard and felt a round being chambered. Eyes opening, nothing but loss in them as his hand slowly pressed the gun to his head.

"I'm sorry, I pretended ye didn't exist Kazumi," Patrick said eyes staring forward, "I know it's meaningless now. But. Patrick O'Connor. If ye can hear me where ever ye are my name's Patrick O'Connor."

Patrick closed his eyes, giving a swift inhale before pulling the trigger.

CLICK...

"Kazumi!" Patrick said quickly, still only a twinge of irish in his accent, "I was going to kill myself for you."

Simply stating the fact, unaware of anything other then what he had said, putting that gun to his head and pulling the trigger. He didn't know why he had done that, or even why he wasn't dead from that. Perhaps he had always come back to life when he died? Or maybe it was just a gun malfunction, more particularly a round malfunction. That would make sense if it was a technical failure. But still, what did he do that? There were some implications of why he had been about to, but they didn't quite make sense. She was mortal....

"Why was I about to kill myself?" Curiousity bade him...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Gods that felt good, to feel the way that he kissed her. He was not the man she had been in love with, and yet in that moment he was. She hissed as he deepened the kiss along with her, her hand gripping his side, jerking him back against her as roughly as she possibly could and shivering at the contact. Oh how she had missed that, missed him.

Fingers wrapping harshly within his hair, she would not allow him to pull away as blood from her lip was forced into his mouth, down his throat...A little growl issued, that very same one that told him time and time before that he belonged to her, nobody else. For all she cared, that bitch outside could die right then and there, because she would not give him up as easily as he might have hoped.

His "no" however strong and determined it might have been, was no match for her own will and determination. She had told him, that no matter what, he would be her's and she would never let him go. He had saved her once, brought her back from that period of not knowing, of not knowing him....and somehow, some way she would do the same.

Then he gasped, jerking away and causing her to stumble back, a bit of her blood staining her lips, trickling down her chin as she panted to try and recapture her breath. The way she looked mimicking the very one he had told her time and time again that he loved so much. The one that he thought, at one point, looked so damn sexy.

Yet what was surprising was the fact that her name rushed past his lips, this time with a bit more realization and recognition than before. No...he wasn't repeating it, he was remembering it. Yet there was more, that memory only partially spoken and yet in her mind, it was vivid as any other. "A man, had murdered me. Right in front of your very eyes..." Her hand moving to the scar at the base of her throat where that fan had slit her open....had killed her.

"You found him...and you killed him. But he had locked me away, and hidden me. Raped me...tortured me....That night, you were on the dock, and believed me to still be dead. You told me, later of course, that you had not seen the point in going on. That you had pushed me away, after I had never given up on you...and as a result ...you had lost me." She took a step forward, her head tilting as her hand came up, her small hand trembling as a single digit once more lifted to slowly trace along the scar upon his face. "I found you there...that night when the gun misfired. A bad round I suppose....That was the night that you asked me to be your girlfriend, that you and I both promised to not let anything keep us apart should we be able to help it. It....It is when you promised me....that no matter what....you would always find me." Upon saying the last part, tears filled her eyes and again spilled down her olive complected cheeks. Her trembling hand caressing the side of his cheek as she leaned upward, lips brushing against his ear and a soft, growled whisper issued against him.

"Mine.." And then, without warning her fangs sank into his neck. She didn't need a visual map of where that scar had been to know the exact location in which she always had bitten him, marked him, made him her own. She did not need it, to know that even if it was not there in the physical sense...somewhere, somewhere inside him...it remained. He had brought her back, and she would do the same...no matter how long that took. A soft moan issued as his blood rushed over her tongue, down her throat. Sending a shiver down her spine as she gripped him and pulled him closer. One way or another, he would remember....she would save him...no matter what it cost her, no matter what it took.

[Azura]

She had made it to the living room before she felt it. That one thing that finally became too much for her to bare, the one thing that finally knocked her legs right out from under her, or perhaps the floor really did give way beneath her...she wasn't sure. At first it had been confusion, and then surprise, and then.....

Well, she wasn't sure. But that was only because, the instant her knees hit the ground, everything else in the world, in her mind, in her emotions seemed to shatter and fade into this dense, deep fog that she could see no way out of. Her breath ceased...no hesitation, no hitching in her chest, not "I will breath in a minute".....It just...stopped. Her chest ached like nothing she had ever felt before and whatever trembling she had been doing seemed to stop as well. She just collapsed and in that moment, all she could think of, was that he was gone.

Sure, she could still feel him, somewhere deep inside herself. But for the first time since she woke after the doctors had created that bond, since God himself had linked their two hearts together, whatever she felt from him was so diluted and dulled down that she had to question if it was there at all.

Then, something warm began to trickle down the side of her neck. A gloved hand reaching up to touch here, pulling back as a dark liquid coated the black leather clad tips of her fingers. Her mind somehow bringing forth the image of that scar upon his neck, realization as to what this was, what had happened....If he felt anything, she couldn't tell, she was just too far gone. And for the first time, since the time when her wings had been viciously cut from her body....she saw nothing but darkness....but emptiness...She saw no purpose in herself or in this existence.

She couldn't think...Literally. She tried, or maybe she didn't...she wasn't sure. In fact she was so far gone she honestly had no recollection of getting up and turning ethereal to pass through the door to the outside until the moment she felt the cool night air wash against her heated flesh the moment she became whole again just outside the range of those motion detectors. But even then, she didn't know what was happening, didn't know she was moving or that she was indeed outside.

She just knew she was putting distance between herself and that hurt. It was nothing she had ever felt before, and as a result her body and mind did the only thing it could do, it began to go into shock. Though, somewhere inside she questioned if perhaps she had been suffering that very thing since the moment it all fell apart.

It didn't matter...her hand coming up to rip away the mask, gasping for air as it fell to the ground. She couldn't breath and it only made her weak attempts at such that much harder. Then came the gloves...feeling the restriction put forth on her body, feeling as though she couldn't move.

She just kept moving because she knew that if she stopped, she would not be able to continue onward....Far enough away at this point, without realizing it, that Legion would be free, her light no longer there to hold him back.

A few more steps, and whatever strength she had left that had been carrying her this far, gave out. Collapsing to her knees within the woods that surrounded the quiet little suburb and just resting there as eyes stared emptily at the ground below.

For whatever reason, she looked down to touch the Earth, but as she did, she found no feeling to come from it. She was numb, at least physically. Emotionally, she was shattered, and mentally, she was gone. Azura, though she lurked somewhere within, was lost...because when they had kissed, for she knew that had to have been what it was, she had felt as though quite literally a part of her soul had been ripped apart.

Surrounded by darkness, the thing she feared when not in his presence, she showed no signs of her usual nervous habits. No, in fact she had no idea of what she was doing. For as she knelt there, feeling a coldness, created by the trees and the darkness, sinking in....she had no idea of where her hands were, or what they were up to.

Not until the very moment that a sharp, yet familiar pain came from along her left wrist.

Blinking a few times, she would look down at it, only to see the knife she kept stored in her boot gripped tightly in her right hand, and the tip dripping with her blood, the scars so expertly covered by her tattoo now laid open as blood rushed from the wound upon her wrist. She had not missed, just like the first time she had done it. The thought of how she could not die no longer in her mind, clouded only by the desire, the need, the longing to die in this moment. Perhaps, just maybe, if every other part of her was dead....her body could remain so as well.

Eyes fixated upon the blood as it ran over her arm, down her hand and fingers, dripping onto the Earth below. Transfixed you could say...the only thing preventing her from finishing the task as she collapsed back onto her butt and leaned back into a nearby tree. Though only moments later, the knife had shifted hands, the tip starting to bare down into the other wrist, simply ready for it to end...for the pain to just....cease.

[Legion]

A low growl given as she roughly pulled him against her, not used to that from a lover, at least not in his memory, he couldn't deny that there was a nostalgia to it though. Feeling her deepen that kiss, deepening his with hers, not so much out of a conscious decision rather out of muscle memory. Feeling her hand roughly grasping his hair again he growled, not sure if it was out of anger or a sense of possessiveness. Things almost painfully familiar. A sense of familiarity that you knew, you just couldn't put your finger on it, that inability driving you mad. Though as he tasted her blood, as it first trickled into his mouth he sighed slightly. There was a sweet taste to it, something even more familiar then before. Like he was on the cusp of figuring it out.

And as it rolled down his throat, it struck him. Causing him to pull away and step back. Remembering that one snippet in time so clearly he could taste the air. Looking at her as he came out of his memory flash, even more familiarity coming from the look itself. Like that look was something he had seen many times. There were vague memories of similar things. Every time she had touched his scar, there was the occasional memory of her with blood on her, with blood on him.

As she answered Legion gave a confused nod, watching her point to that scar on her neck. It still didn't make sense. She was a mortal right? How was she back from the dead? That wasn't right. But he continued to listen to what she had to say, not sure if to trust her or not, though if he was about to kill himself for her, if he had all of those memories of her touching that scar affectionately, she couldn't he all bad right? Well, he had to stop and look who was talking here. Though he listened to her as she spoke, passively letting her finger run down his scar, his eye closing automatically. She spoke of their agreement, his promise, but he remembered none of that. At least not that night, then again he only remembered one part. Watching her as tears rolled down her face, not sure what to make of all of this, confusion predominately as his anger waned as he felt Azura's pain slowly growing.

Allowing her to lean up and growl into his ears the one word that she seemed to keep repeating. Then his eyes would widen in surprise as he hissed, feeling her teeth sink into his neck. Angered at first, but then curious, this sense of familiarity again. A moment passed by as he listened to that moan, felt that tongue, felt his blood leaving him, feeling her pull him against her more. Decided to just let that familiarity run it's course and let that autopilot take over, hoping that would end his the pain of almost being there. That familiarity bidding him to grip her sides and sink his teeth into her neck, on that mark on her neck. Though one point where familiarity failed him was as he drank her blood, feeling it wash down his throat. Wondering if this would set him free but the only familiarity was that he had done this many times before.

This would continue on though as it did there was a growing and undeniable sense of uncomfort of pain. He knew that it wasn't his though, but Azura's. Wasn't this what she had wanted though? Even if he was confused by all of this. It wasn't hard to see that his mind was going elsewhere though. More and more with each passing moment, though he was still participating, once again through muscle memory and on that alone. Feeling what he held of his soul was being ripped away from him, taken away. Less and less he was leaving the progress he had been making, and it wasn't of his own doing.

Though on feeling that pain on his left wrist, that was when he abruptly stepped back from Kazumi, after one last suckle on her blood drenched neck, surprised at the blood on his wrist, knowing that something had happened to Azura, but not entirely sure what. But she was very broken, and right now, that was unbearable. Worry and concern plastered his face as he stepped back away, slowly turning around, white wings springing from his back as blood clearly dripped from his right arm now. Slowly leaving at first, before quickening to a sprint. Leaving the house towards his angel. Once in the darkness, teleporting as much and as far as he could, trying to make it in time, not sure if he could...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

For every growl that he issued, she issued one in return. She was not scared of him, not right now, not when she felt him kissing her back, pulling him in against her. Her small body pressed against his own, her hands gripping him tightly. He may not have acted like her husband, may not have his memories, but he looked and Gods did he taste just like him. That possessive streak she held for him flaring to life, nipping his lower lip, careful not to cut him with her fangs.

Her lips parting from his, she would bite down into his neck, his blood washing over her tongue and down her throat, sending a shiver down her spine as she moaned against his flesh. She had missed this so much, had missed him...so, so much. Sure, she had drank from others...but none could compare to him, none could sate her desire like he could. But what really surprised her, was when he sank his teeth into the side of her neck, directly over that mark he had created upon her.

Instantly she moaned out in pleasure, gripping him that much more firmly as she tilted her head a little more, allowing him to do as he pleased. She knew he was drinking and though she was not used to him doing such...she was fine with it. In fact, she loved it. Growling once more as she lapped at his blood, eyes closed, almost completely lost in that moment....

And then her jerked away from her after one last taste of her blood....Her breath panted and heavy, blood coating her lips and dripping from the wound on her neck. She looked up at him, noting that look of concern and worry on his face...Softly she shook her head, taking a step toward him. Though as soon as she did, those wings would spring forth and she would gasp, jumping back and looking at him in confusion and longing.

No, he couldn't leave her....not again. Please God don't let him leave.

Yet no sooner had she thought this than he spun around and headed out of the house. To where, she didn't know....but she knew she couldn't follow. She had Ruth to worry about, and though she wanted to go after him, she knew that right now, it was not the smart move. So instead she stood there, at a loss for what to do until finally she crumpled to the floor, pressing her hands to her face and crying...

[Azura]

She sat there upon the cold, damp Earth, her back pressed into that tree and the blade of that knife pressed into the flesh of her left wrist. At first, that was all she did...sit there. Staring at the other hand, the one that held the knife, as blood continued to run freely from her wound. She couldn't feel him anymore, though if it was of her own doing, or just a simple matter of him having forgotten her already...she wasn't sure. In her mind, of course, it never occurred to her that she had gone into shock, that her mind, heart and body were numb because her brain had decided she couldn't handle anymore pain.

But then...she wasn't thinking very clearly at the moment either. She just wanted this to stop, she didn't like it, and she knew if she lost him, she lost everything. Nobody would want a freak like her, and if the man she was bound to could so easily turn his back on her, then what was to stop the rest of the world?

Her flesh cold to the touch, she felt her tears rolling down her cheeks as though trails of fire upon her delicate skin. Blood coated the handle of the knife, slowly rolling down the blade and more still dripped down onto her thighs and her pants....the rest upon the ground.

Slowly, she began to drag the knife along her left wrist, laying it open just as she had the other. She felt the pain, but it was distant, almost as though it wasn't she who felt it, but somebody else.

With it done, blood now pouring forth and over her arm and hand....she would drop her hands to either side of her. Her right hand still lightly clasping that knife which was now covered ina a mixture of her blood and the dirt she sat upon. Color slowly starting to drain from her as she laid her head back and stared up at the sky through the treeline, through the darkness....It wasn't long before she began to tremble, that complete and utter coldness starting to set in, down to her bones.

Weaker and weaker she became and still she didn't move. God why couldn't she die like a normal person, so easily, so quickly? Why did it have to drag out for her, for ever? A little whimper given at the thought and her eyes fluttering closed, feeling the life literally draining from her and pooling into the Earth beneath her.

[Legion]

Growling a bit as her possessive streak flared to life, hearing her growls, feeling her nip at his lower lip. Hissing as he felt her bite down on his neck, he felt his blood draining, her tongue on his neck, lapping up his blood. Vague familiarity felt in this act, if only because muscle memory guided him through his actions. Feeling that moan on his skin, well that felt good, he let out a sigh at that. The demon thrilled that he could cause that, even if she wasn't his, on something more of a feral level. The only real reason he did this though was because it was what he was supposed to right? What she told him, though he couldn't deny the physical pleasure at this, knowing that at one point he loved this woman. He still wasn't sure though, even as he bit down on her neck, and began to drink her own blood. He felt her pull him into her further, although at that time he was beginning to find his mind elsewhere.

Finally pulling away when he felt that pain at his wrists after that one lap of blood. Look of concern on his face as he stepped away, noting the blood on his wrist, there was no wound as he checked, although he didn't know it that was from Kazumi's blood. He had felt the pain though. He felt Azura's brokenness and that hurt him. Stepping back as those wings burst forth just before he turned to run. Leaving Kazumi behind without a second thought. Everything focused on getting to Azura at this moment.

Running and teleporting towards her he felt a cut at this next wrist. There was no doubt, that was here. Feeling her emotions. It had to be her. He had to get to her. To take away her pain. He kept running and running, not even minding that blood was flowing freely from one of his wrists, the pain not bothering him. But at the same time his increased heart rate was causing him to bleed out faster. As he ran he was getting weaker, though he felt himself drawing closer, continuing to move until he couldn't anymore. He had to stop and fix the damage that she had done. Being in the darkness though, he was fortunate enough to have enough energy to do this. Forcing the darkness around his wrist, healing the damage and by extension hers.

Alive for the moment he continued on to where he felt her, though he moved significantly slower now, weak from the blood that he had lost. Body immortal but not exactly death proof. It really was amazing how much will power he had though, for no one else would be able to stand let alone move forward to a person who was running out of time. And so he continued to shamble...