brokenragdoll:

Thank goodness Sally’s small fingers were strong enough to keep herself up and hold onto Donovan’s hair, even after he fell down to the floor and began hitting her in return. She wasn’t expecting any less… In fact, the junkie would have been highly disappointed if the vampire hadn’t tried his best to knock her out in return. Finally, for the first time since their paths crossed, he was acting like a real man instead of mama’s pathetic little girl. How fucking cute was that? After a few more moments of grunting and silent wrestling, Sally was pushed off of him and landed right on her ass, blonde curls looking even messier than before and enraged tears leaving black trails behind them. She didn’t like being defeated at her own games… Donovan would pay for it, rather sooner than later. If she couldn’t hurt him physically, her words would do just the trick.

After pushing the goddamn coat out of the way, Sally scrambled to her knees and shot deadly glares all over the place. There was no one there… Fantastic. Both vampire and ghost were still alone and she vowed to make the most out of this moment, before he could find shelter into his fat ass mother’s arms. God knew Sally couldn’t handle the two of them at the same time; the fact that her heart was dead like a fucking rock was proof enough of that. “No— you stop being stupid, right now! What are you gonna do, hm? Punch the life out of me? Or— or throw me outta window maybe?” If only she could bring her own hands to stop shaking… Not being able to hide her anger made the junkie feel powerless, she wasn’t ready to let Donovan see she could hardly think straight. Still kneeling on the floor, Sally wiped her own tears away with the thick fabric of her sleeve. At least now she could see without them making her sight annoyingly blurry. “I know… You wanna run and hide from the bad ghost, don’t you? Go on, let your Cuntess see she’s been fucking a goddamn coward, all these years.” It wasn’t a threat… It was an invitation to show his true self.

                           And once again, she was right back up and at it like nothing happened. Even if he would have rather had his heart ripped out from his chest than gave her any the type of credit, he had to give it to Sally; although she was dead, she still had plenty of fight in her             a whole lot of life. Just when he thought he managed to knock her down, she came right back up swinging as if nothing had happened. Before he even had enough time to so much as take his next breath, she was right back at it with her verbal assaults. She was continuing on as if she had nothing to lose and the worst part about that was; it was true. The junkie made for one dangerous enemy and that was exactly what she was to Donovan; nothing more, and nothing less. Against her, it was almost as if he felt paralyzed. More often than not, there were times where he just wanted to slice her throat and be rid of her, but it was then exactly that simple. She was already dead; immune to anything that he could have done to her. Without a clear move to make; he felt defenseless, ultimately useless. He absolutely hated that feeling. Everything about his current stature reeked of defeat. From the way that his baby blue eyes were directed to look down towards the floor, all the way back to the sour expression on his face. He was giving her the satisfaction of letting her know that she was getting to him and frankly, he had to stop; snap out of it, retort, do something in his own defense. ❛ You know what, Sally? You’re right. The Countess has been fucking a coward all these years, does that make you feel any better about yourself? At least that she has someone in bed beside her who is more than willing to satisfy her every need, which is a hell of a lot more than you can say for yourself, am I right? Of course I am. ❛ Finally growing get a pair, he proceeds to take the a few steps towards the resident junkie, getting right in her face before finally shaking his head and letting out a scoff             feigning amusement and acting as if everything that she said didn’t get to him in the slightest. It did; perhaps it even did more than just bother him. Every single foul word that was used to speak about the relationship that he had with the Countess was perhaps the worst kind of hit that Donovan could take.