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In the Land of Gods and Monsters
I was an Angel

If the world couldn’t possibly get anymore fucked up, Dimitra would have probably skipped town once she heard Brann was back. The window to escape was already closed by the time Brann arrived in Sleepy Hollow, she didn’t count on one of her own people turning their back on her and basically gave her up to her tormentor. Demi doesn’t even know if Brann still loves her or if he is just more in tuned with the game of cat of mouse, then actually still feeling the love and affection he felt what felt like eons ago. Demi’s life was fine for the longest since she made settlement in such a quiet town, she thought it was too quiet for Brann to noticed, and even if he did notice the town it would have been too dreary for her taste. Brann would have been right if he thought that, Demi hated Sleepy Hollow because it was so small and everyone knew your business, which made being a vampire a lot harder, especially when the town is hunter infested. Although, this town was what kept Dimitra under the radar for such a long time, and it just had to be a mole to dig out from the rubble to find the light.

Dimitra has always covered her end, so that she wouldn’t be double crossed and having your back pressed against a wall with no way out is not a confronting position to be in. Brann makes her feel trap like that, especially when he is close, Dimitra could feel his hands still around her throat, threatening to suffocate her. Suffocation wouldn’t kill her, but Brann would have his way with Demi, he would torture her until she begs for death, then and only then would he give it to her. There is no happiness or mercy coming from Brann, he only wants to bring Demi harm and she is not going to let that happen to her, not without a fight.

A survivor will do anything to survive, whether that means killing the people you love or throwing them out in the open so the wolves can get to them first, allowing you to escape. Dimitra Vladtrova is a survivor, she was made into a killer and she was made into a life she didn’t choose to be in as all her choses were made for her. Demi has made a promise to herself that she will never let anyone take advantage of her or take away her free will, she will live a life she has always wanted, even if it means slitting a few necks to get there.

Demi walked the dark streets with a limp as she held her side, trying to keep the bleeding from being over extensive. There was a wooden stake plunged into her side, and she doesn’t have quite enough strength to pull it out herself, she continued to walk with the wall a few spaces before pressing her back against it, slowly sliding down to sit down. Demi breathed out in pain,” Fucking hunters…” Dimitra held onto her bleeding side, her hands trembling,” I be damned, if this is whats going to kill me…”

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Living in the Garden
Of Evil

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