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- Haven Aatte - 04-19-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ntable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> For Heath The Aatte wolf twitched and growled in his sleep. Hands clutched the raggedy blanket he had found to help keep him warm. Inside his mind he was facing his father. But the man wasn't the sad-looking weak one that he had seen on the outskirts of the city as a child. No, now he looked demented, a wicked grin on his face. He looked strong, stronger than Haven. The boy felt weak, weak and susceptible. "You're just like me you know, it will take over you too someday" "No, I'll never be like you. I'll never do what you did." His father's grin became even more unsettling. "Then why are you hiding away, my boy?" Then a maddening laughter filled his head. Haven's lips curled in a snarl and his hands clapped over his ears. "No! I won't be like you! I WON'T!" The hybrid sat up, his chest heaving and blood-shot jade eyes wide. Each night they got worse. These nightmares. He ran a cold hand down over his face and weakly got his feet. He held onto the bar for support as he made his way to the closest bottle that was laying hap hazardously on the top. Whiskey. Haven undid the top and took a long hard drink of the brown liquid. The warmth shot through his system and he felt a little better. Ever since he had found out he had been living in a constant state of inebriation. It was probably the only thing keeping him from ending himself. That or he was taking the cowards way out. Either way, to him, this was all that was left for him. For someone so tainted. - Heath morte dre Soul - 04-19-2009 [html]
- Haven Aatte - 04-19-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ntable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> While the alcohol was good a dulling his senses and reactions, with his current nightmare they were heightened. They were still nothing compared to if he had been sober, but he wasn't as sluggish as he had been the past couple of days. Dull jade eyes stared as the door opened and he felt his hackles raise on his back. The scent didn't reach his nose right away and he gripped his whiskey bottle tighter, ready to use it against whoever was entering his den of wallowing if it came down to that. His eyes were used to the darkness though, so he was able to see perfectly fine who had entered. This was the first person that knew him that would see him here. It made him somewhat sick to his stomach, but it could have been worse. Heath didn't seem to notice him for a good long while though, and the drunkard looked at him strangely. Finally it dawned on the lanky older male that he wasn't alone. Haven was not amused by the humor in the other's voice and he frowned. "I have just as much of a right to be here as anyone else." His voice was rough and ragged, something wholly different from the sprightly youth the hybrid had last seen. "What the hell are you doin' here?" He took another long draw from his whiskey bottle. - Heath morte dre Soul - 04-19-2009 [html]
- Haven Aatte - 04-19-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ntable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Silly Heath! Left is right and right is wrong XD Haven watched disinterestedly as the other looked for a bottle of his liking. Whatever. As long as the hybrid didn't plan on taking too many. As far as he was concerned as long as he stayed here the booze belonged to him. It was his only escape from the shit his life had become and he wouldn't be unburdened of what he deemed to be too much. He took another swig as Heath did the same with his bottle. The boy recognized the label as the stuff he had drank with his sister Brooklyn not too long ago. But at his last words Haven's lips raised showing his ivory teeth. "What the hell is it with you people and earrings?! It's got nothing to do with no one or who I like!" While he had never heard the term "fag" before, considering their last conversation he had made an educated guess. His gazed averted off to the side while his anger burned as hot in his veins as the whiskey did down his throat. "If you gotta know, my dad's a rapist and murderer and I look jus' like 'im." He hoped the truth would stop the male from asking stupid questions. He didn't want to talk about his sexual preferences or anything of the sort. What the hell did any of the matter now? Siobhan would never want to be with someone like him. He wouldn't put her in that kind of danger either. It was better if he was just alone so he never had the chance to follow in his father's footsteps. Another drink, a long one. The bottle was almost empty already. - Heath morte dre Soul - 04-19-2009 [html]
- Haven Aatte - 04-20-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ntable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 300+ If possible saying it out loud had put him in an even fouler mood. It usually would have taken a lot more poking and prodding before he would have admitted it. Even then he probably would have just snapped at whoever was asking before actually saying it. Heaving a sigh he finished off the rest of the bottle, looking with lightless eyes on the now empty container. How had things come to this. First his mothers had broken up and now this. His life had gone from fine to rock bottom in record time. What had he done to deserve this? Or was it simply the fate of someone of his birth? At least Heath was dropping the earring thing. Haven was not violent by nature, but the combination of his anger at his heritage and the alcohol might have actually allowed him to get into a fight if provoked further. There was no saying if he would win or lose, just that he wasn't as dismissive of the notion as he normally would be. The boy snorted a bit at the response to his admission. "Yeah seriously. Who lies about that shit?" Who would honestly want people to think that about them? No one in their right mind, that was for sure. He might not have exactly been in his right mind, but he wasn't that far gone. At the laugh he gave the black gloved guy another annoyed look which quickly was replaced by something else. A sort of cautious curiosity. "You too? Really?" Well, he definitely wasn't expecting that. Though it certainly could explain some of Heath's more abrasive qualities. He watched as the male took another long drink from the vodka bottle and he felt his heart begin to burn with anger as the other spoke. Something lit in his jade eyes at that moment, a light that had never been present in them before. "Yeah! Like we wouldn't know, tha' we wouldn't find out or anythin'! My whole damn pack knows, I know they do!" In a sudden fit of rage Haven shoved his empty bottle to slide down the bar and to shatter against the brick wall. "I don't understand why he's not already dead. Why no ones killed him yet." He wanted to. The boy had never expected to have the urge to kill anyone, but he wanted to kill Conri Church. Maybe that would somehow sanitize him. Make up for his bad blood. He wanted another drink, and Heath was already behind the bar. "Gotta another whiskey bottle back there?" - Heath morte dre Soul - 04-22-2009 [html]
- Haven Aatte - 04-23-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ntable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Once Heath handed him another bottle of the liquid he quickly opened it and took a long drink, banging it loudly against the bar as it dropped from his mouth. Heath was wrong though. They did know. The whole pack knew. That's why he had always been told to keep away from the man. That he was dangerous. He was sick. Sick didn't even begin to describe what was wrong with that bastard. Hell, even that coyote had known what he had done. The only person to ever speak the truth to him. The whole truth. Haven didn't know whether to be thankful or not for that gift. He had always thought that knowing something was better than not, but now he wasn't so sure of that notion. Did the whole damn world know about Conri Church while his illegitimate children had been left in the dark? "They do know. All of Crimson Dreams know. They told me that something was wrong with him but they never said what. I didn't even find out from them. I found out from some strange masked coyote here in the city." Another long draw of whiskey. "They never fuckin' told me." Had it been out of love? Or was it fear? Fear that if he knew he would turn into his father? Did they think that if he was ignorant to the man's crimes that he would somehow be spared to evil that ran through his veins. Haven didn't know. Maybe he never would. "One eye?" he questioned. "Mine has one arm. Haven't seen anyone with only one eye though. Wish I knew where you could find him." At least the men that sired them wouldn't be hard to miss if they were spotted. Somehow it seemed they were very good at hiding though. Apparently Conri lived around the city somewhere, but where he couldn't say. There were so many places to look. Even if he did find him he wouldn't know what to do. There was more truth to Heath's words than he wanted to admit. "I might..." After all, the man only had one arm and Haven had two. That had to count for something, didn't it? "It's all such bullshit. All of it." - Heath morte dre Soul - 04-25-2009 [html]
- Haven Aatte - 04-26-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ntable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> There was anger. Anger that they hadn't been truthful with him. Maybe it wouldn't have been such a harsh blow if it had come from them. But was that selfish? He didn't want his mother to live through what had happened to her again. She didn't deserve that. He didn't know what to think. Maybe they had just been trying to protect him. But he wasn't very protected now. Now he was just alone and lost and disgusted with himself and where he came from. He couldn't hate them though. They had given him everything he had had up to this point. Just because that had all been taken away now didn't mean it was their fault. They had done their best for him. It just hadn't been enough. Instead of answering he just took another drink. The boy didn't understand why Heath was laughing. There wasn't anything funny about this. Maybe it was just the way the hybrid's mind worked. It sounded like he had known his past for a long while. It was all new to Haven. To him nothing was funny. He wondered if he even had the ability to laugh anymore. Heath's next question was valid. It may have been meant rhetorically, but Haven answered anyway. "I don't know. We both want to kill them but...would that make us just like them?" Would they turn into the very thing that they hated? Become a self-fulfilling prophecy? That was the last thing he wanted. But what else could he do? The man deserved to die, there was no question. Did he need to get blood on his hands and lower himself to that level to make things right? - Heath morte dre Soul - 04-30-2009 [html]
- Haven Aatte - 05-01-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ntable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Heath said it like it was so easy and so simple. There was no internal conflict about this subject in the other male. Haven supposed he had had years to brew over this and make a decision. He had not. His rage pulled him one way while his normal self pulled him the other. Conri Church deserved to die, that was not the question. The question was if Haven had it in him to be the one to do it. To be the one to bloody his hands. The boy really didn't know if he could. When he got incredibly angry he knew he could. There was no question then. But when he wasn't consumed by his rage he didn't know if he could bring himself to do something so awful. He didn't want to turn into that man. That would just be doing what he was running from. "I don't know if I could. Fuck, look at me. I can barely live with myself now." His voice was bitter. He was almost the opposite of everything he had once been. He hated it, yet at the same time he had no idea how to escape it. If it was even possible. How did you get over something like this? Maybe some were strong enough to, but Haven was broken. So broken he doubted most of the time he would ever be able to reassemble himself. So he just took another drink and tried to escape the crushing gravity of his situation. - Heath morte dre Soul - 05-02-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... athban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
The entire situation weighed on the youths shoulders, making him angry, frustrated and tired. He was tired of all this, hated the anger that was brewed inside his chest and wanted to both inflict and feel physical pain. The thought of his mother’s rape and death was hurtful, beyond anything that Heath could control or understand, but when felt the pressure of his fist against the side of another’s face he knew exactly how to control it.
Haven was right, he was pathetic in his attempt to deal with the knowledge. He was wallowing, like a beast reduced to absolute nothing. Heath didn’t judge him, knowing how hard it was. But he couldn’t help but agree with Haven's own statement. You are looking pretty shitty. He spoke with a shrug of his shoulders. It will get easier, you’ll get tougher. You wont kill him, but you’ll find closure. Heath knew how it all happened, he knew what Haven would do and he wasn’t afraid to tell him if there was any questions. Haven just wasn’t a killer.
table by erin [/html] - Haven Aatte - 05-05-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ntable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Jade eyes watched listlessly as Heath's bottle rolled and then teetered on the edge of the bar. That's how Haven felt. Like he was teetering on the edge, waiting for someone or something to push him one way or another. In his mind he was as helpless as that bottle. He didn't believe that he could make his way out of this on his own. For the boy that once thought he was capable of anything, it was quite a disturbing feeling. His hand clenched his own bottle tighter, as if it gave him some false sense of control. Haven gave a silent laugh at Heath's response. While it had been a while since he looked in a mirror, he knew he had to look like shit. He had done nothing to take care of himself. Even his already lean form was getting leaner from his lack of food. Even if he was a pathetic wreck, at least he knew he was a pathetic wreck. There were no delusions of grandeur in his head. The kid found it hard to believe things would get better. This wasn't like a cut, it wouldn't just go away with time. But since Heath knew what he was talking about, there was added weight to those words. "I hope you're right." The burnt orange youth moved his head to the side, cracking his neck. "Hey, you wanna find something to eat? I suppose I should get something before I starve." He would be useless trying to hunt by himself right now, but maybe with Heath they could take something down. Even a little something. - Heath morte dre Soul - 05-08-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... athban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
Turning to face Haven he spoke with a heavy voice, Yeah, lets get the hell out of here... The male had enough of the dim lighting and the closed stale air. He needed to taste the night, let the dark cool wind touch his face and have his mind grow clear with its touch. He wanted to never think of what their conversation surrounded ever again. He wanted to forget though the entire bottle of vodka had only made it so much more vivid.
And he was hungry
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