Corpse Party ((Open rp—Possibility for violence and gore))

Kaelin grabbed Sebastian's face roughly. "You don't make orders!" She snapped. "We make the demands around here. Just because of your insolence, you are going to stab your mate in the heart," She pulled a long knife from behind her back. "With this."

Kaelin smiled at the horror on his face. "And no turning invisible, and no speaking to her, no emotion of any kind. You will look her in the eyes while you do this."

Target in sight, Claude started to head out the door, as he passed The distraught Sebastian he whispered, "Next time just keep your mouth shut you moron."

He didn't want to admit it, but he pitied the younger demon. No one should be turned against their mate, it was unnatural. But he also understood what would happen if they didn't listen. The girl and her friends would get far worse than a wound that would heal.

Vicki got up and looked around where Yao was looking. "I don't see anyone." She said, feeling more than creeped out. "Who is it? Who did you see?" She asked him.

A voice made her turn. Feli had finally found his way to them. "There you are! Where were you?" She asked. "Some thing is very wrong with this place we have to leave."

"Fel! Where were you!" Yao exclaims, getting up and hurrying over to the Italian and pulling him over to the others. "Some of us are, but Grell and Vicki have been hurt," he halts close to Grell, keeping a steady eye on the other. "Are you alright? You're not hurt anywhere, are you?"

Italy shook his head. "No... But I am hungry." He rubs his belly and looks around. "How did they get hurt?" He asks, now getting a little scared.

He reaches in to his pocket and fingers the handle of his white flag already. If something bad was coming, he was going to handle it whe way he always did. He was going to give up and surrender.

Sebastian reached out and took the knife, his body moving against his wishes. He tried to scream but he couldn't do anything but stare ahead blankly. He nodded dutifully to his master despite the fact that she was the one who he wanted to kill.

His gaze flickered to his feather in her hand and his wings trembled slightly. All this because of one stupid feather. William was right all along, he was a monster, a creature to be hated and feared.

As he made himself appear in the hallway he wished he could cry or something, anything to warn his friends. He approached the group and stood, his wings stretching behind him, his eyes glowing.

Vicki looked up at the tall man standing in front of him. She studied his face, and looked from his black hair to his eyes. The same eyes she's been seeing in her mind. "You, it's you." She got up and ran to him.

Without thinking, and letting her heart lead her, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in to a hug. She buried her face in his neck. Even his scent was familiar. She loved him, and he loved her, this she knew.

"I don't remember these." She said, carefully reaching out and stroking the feathers of one of his giant wings. "So beautiful." She whispered, resting her head on his shoulder again.

Sebastian stood motionless as his mate embraced him. He cringed inside as she stroked his wing so lovingly. I love you Vicki, I'm so sorry.

He brought him arm behind her back, the knife resting agains her shirt. He heard the alarmed gasps and cries behind them as he raised it up and plunged it in to her heart from behind.

Vicki let out a cry of pain and slumped against him. He fought the spell enough finally to keep her from falling to the floor. Instead he set her down gently, leaving the knife embedded in her.

Sebastian reached back and ripped the feathers she touched from his wing, letting out a scream of pain himself. He let them drop from his bloody hand and got pulled back to the room with the siblings.

"I hate you," He croaked out, the spell leaving him.

"I don't know," he admits with a sigh, "they just got attacked with deadly precision,"  Looking over at the Italian, Yao feels something brush the back of his neck.  Shivering, he places a hand on the back of his neck only to feel nothing there.

"Feli, if anything happens, I think your best chance of survival is to not run," Yao continues, eyeing his classmate.  "Or, if you must run, grab someone befor you do.  You should not be alone in this place,"

Turning around, he watches as Vicki approaches the dark haired stranger. With a shake of his head, he tries to dispel the fear that he feels when his eyes fall upon the newcomer. When a glint of metal breaks through the light, Yao gasps. Without a word, he hurries over to her, droping to his knees and pulling out his medical supplies. "Feli! Do you have any extra white flag material? I need some for a bandage!" he calls out without looking up. Not even the pressure of another body next to his startles him, instead he makes room for Grell.

When the scream of pain from Vicki's attacker tears through the air, Yao looks up in shock. He watches as feathers fall to the ground from the wings of what Yao can only think of as a demon. With a small shake of his head, he returns his attention to Vicki, muttering a quick thanks to Feli when the Italian presses some white cloth into his hands.

Ludwig watches the situation, invisible to all. "That demon is going to be trouble." He mutters, reaching down and picking up a feather. He broke the spell right after the deed was complete.

If he could do that, maybe his love for this girl was strong enough to cause real problems for them. He might fight back, he was already mutilating himself, ripping his wing like that. His skin would heal quickly, his wings would not.

Heaving a sigh, he walks over to the Italian who is waving a flag around while handing out material. "Pathetic." He swiftly kicks Feliciano and sends him face first in to the ground.

Vicki didn't fight this time, she just lay still as the Chinese man worked over her. She tried to reason with had just happened. She knew that man loved her, why would he attack her?

She felt a feather tickle her fingers, she wrapped her fingers around it and clenched it to her side. She was going to keep it and figure out what was going on.

Eric bent over Vicki and examined the now extracted knife. "Who was that bloke? He sure looked familiar, and I was afraid of him until he pulled this out." He turned the knife over in his hands.

Seeing her stir, he placed a hand on Vicki's shoulder. "Easy there Sheila, you're taking quite the beating today. Someone has it in for you." But who? Why?

"Vicki, are you alright?" Grell asks, peering down at her. Why wasn't she moving, he knew she want too injured, the weapon wasn't a death scythe. Was it shock? She seemed awfully familiar with that man, and he had a feeling that he knew him as well.

Kae reached up and slashed Sebastian's face with a dagger. "You idiot! How dare you try to defy us." She grabbed his feather and pulled on it. "Next time, we make you behead that stupid girl."

She turned to her brother. "My demon is inadequate, let's use yours and make this one watch." She growled.

Stirring slowly from what feels like a prolonged slumber, Éponine becomes aware bit by bit of her surroundings. Opening her dark brown eyes, she becomes accustomed to her surroundings once again, the dark walls of her prison home. The pulsating, tearing, searing pain of her bullet wounds to her torso and head remind her of the ever present fact that she is dead.

Turning to her companion, her mate and best friend Ron, she lets a small smile cross her face. Ever since the day that they were killed they have spent their ghostly lives together. Turning around, she feels thankful for not being one of the hate ghosts that stalk the newest prisoners to this place.

Walking to the door of the room she is in, she leans against the wooden frame, letting her gaze unfocase. There are new prisoners in this place, she can feel it; unique and different they offer the hope of change. "Not that anything can change for us,"

Ron woke up and stretched. He looked down at the pale scars on his wrists from where they were slit. He frowns and rubs one carefully. Was that his first or second death? He no longer remembered.

All he had of his past was his mate, and she was all he needed. He looked up at her and smiled warmly. "Another day isn't it?" He said walking over and giving her a kiss. He noticed the worried look on her face. "What's wrong?"

At the gentle question from her mate, she looks up not bothering to hide her worry. "There are new students here, I can feel it in the air. Oh, Ron, they're going to get killed just like us. I don't want that to happen again," She closes her eyes and leans her head against Ron's chest, trying to calm the inner turmoil of her thoughts.

Ron frowns. "Well that isn't good," he says with a sigh. He feels the shift in the air however. "Wait... Something is different about this group isn't it?" He shakes his head. "Maybe some may survive."

Vicki finally opens her eyes and looks up at Yao and the others. "I'm alright," she says quietly, looking at her friends worried faces. "This time." She adds.

Carefully she sits up, her eyes begin to slowly come back in to focus, she looks down at the black feathers scattered around her. She caresses the one in her hand carefully. She knows it's silly, but somehow she feels as if that creature really didn't want to hurt her. "What happened to him? After he attacked me?"

"Something different," she mutters as she feels for what Ron noticed. "Yes...yes I feel it too. I think you're right. Do you want to go find the new arrivals and check them out?"

Yao lets a sigh of relief escape his lips as he sits back on his feet. "He pulled out some of his black wing feathers before vanishing," he says as he helps Vicki to her feet. He looks around, his hands shaking slightly. "How about we find somewhere else to be?"

"But where?" Vicki asks, still shivering. She grabs as many feathers as she can and stuffs them in the pockets of her skirt. "Is anywhere safe?"

"I don't know," he says slowly,"but I feel that we sold try to explore around a little. Who knows, we may find some other, friendly, people," He walks over to Feli, helping the Italian to his feet. "You ok there?"

Italy brushes himself off. "Something kicked me," he replied. "I tried to give up but I still got attacked." He takes off down the hall, the others in tow.

Ronald nods. "Let see if we can help them." He says softly. "Maybe we can end this Hell eventually." Some how he seriously doubted it. Nothing had ever changed. He started wandering out in to the hall to see the sibling's latest toys.