Trus-Tissues {Jude}

[Violet Styler]

Violet wasn't afraid anymore.

Sure men still terrified her, but not to the extent they had. Violet had learned living in fear got her nowhere. No one had taught her this, though. Rose spent all of her time babying Violet rather than teaching her how to live again. Sure Violet loved that her sister cared, but sometimes she smothered her younger sister. Axtuall Violet was 100 years older than Rose. But the barrier had erased both Rose and her memory of it. So instead of being 120, Violet was just 20, and Rose was just 21. Violet knew the random pedestrians here weren't going to hurt her. She also knew she could use her powers at any time for self defense. There was one thing Violet couldn't stop from nagging her. If she had to use her powers, and tasted even the slightest bit of that oh so delicious life liquid called blood, who knew how far she'd go. Last time she had tasted it, Violet nearly killed Arganok, -the love of her life- and half the city. There was no reason to repeat that. Violet could never let herself live it down. It wasn't even the people- it was the thought that Arg had tried so hard not to hurt her, even as she stole his life right before his eyes.

Violet has lost Chemro that day. Guillotine, that wretched hellhound, had stolen her life. Chemro was Violet's newest pet, and the girl had loved the puppy with all her heart. The girl got angry, her eyes turning a crimson red. How dare he! She should have torn him apart where he stood. And the best part is, Guillotine had the audacity to go an attack her too. Who does that? No wonder- Violet took a deep breath. There was no sense getting worked up over it now. Anger wouldn't bring back her lost pup. Blood red irisis reverting back to their natural dark indigo hue. Violet sat on the bench watching the young children of all ages play. Oh how innocent they were. Violet wished she too could be as them. But somewhere down the road the girl had done wrongs. Wrongs Rose felt needed to be fixed. So here she sat, unstable both mentally, emotionally, and physically. But Violet didn't blame her sister. The young Nephilim had only tried to help her sister become less... Violent. At least now Violet had a heart. It was taking all the young girl had not to revert to her old ways though. Even though she had absolutely no clue what they were or who she previously was before the Axium had taken over her life. It was ironic how something that took place over the course of nearly a year could change a life so thoroughly. But obviously not thoroughly enough.

The Aimovoria looked over in time to see a group of Walking Testosterone heading straught for her. It appeared two kids who couldn't be more than 16 were accompanied by a male around 17 and two other boys around 19. So that meant five incredibly horny, obnoxious, pushy teenagers. They spotted Violet and locked their target instantly. Hey, one said. You're pretty hot, said another. I bet you she'd do well, guys, said another. They all crowded around Violet. They touched her hair, they tugged at her shirt, they grabbed her. Violet slapped them away, but they just kept at it. Don'y hurt them, don't hurt them, don't hurt them, the girl ordered herself. She wasn't going to harm five teenagers because they touched her wrong. "Get out of here guys, seriously. This isn't funny. I'm not your next victim or playtoy or whatever. Leave me alone."

[/b] Instead of backing off, they laughed and taunted more, their contact becoming more forceful. They got closer. Two in fron of her. Two on the bench beside her on either side. One behind her. There was no escape. Violet cupped her face and looked into her palms. f*ck people. f*ck men. All they wanted was sex.[/size][/blockquote][/justify]

[Jude Bennett]

Well... It was going to happen sooner or later. Jude was eventually going to have to get out of the forest and into the actual city sometime before his mind rotted out of boredom, so here he was, satisfying that growing need of his as soon as he possibly could. He wasn't going to actually live in the forest, anyways. That would be ridiculous. No, he thought of that place as only a resource for hunting and, if need be, a potential safe haven to hide out in. The town here was where he was going to make a living. Hopefully, there would be somewhere where he would be able to apply his skills and knowledge of woodwork: that way he would be able to get a job that would both sustain and please him. It wasn't any fun having a job that you didn't want to do. Besides, the peace and quiet that came with working with wood was practically vital to Jude's way of living. Ever since that fateful day a couple years back, he had been working towards gaining more of an inner - and outer - peace, you could say. It was sad, though, because even with all his efforts put towards his good intentions, he was probably going to end up getting absolutely nowhere in the long run. From rocky start to... Wait for it... Rocky start. He was most likely always going to be standing at that pesky starting line, all because it was practically impossible to get a hellhound to transform into a peaceful and caring creature. It was like getting an apple to turn into an orange. It just didn't work out.

But, that wasn't important at the moment. There would be other times where Jude would be able to complain and worry about his inner desires all he wanted. Right now, he just needed to mentally map out the city a bit. Obviously, that meant walking just about anywhere and everywhere. Since he had no means of transportation other than by his feet, and he knew absolutely nobody except for one young lady who just so happened to be a witch, he was left with the old-fashioned way of getting from one place to the other. It wasn't like he minded, though. His legs were long and steady in his human body, so his strides covered a lot of ground quite easily. It was always a bit awkward, being the newbie in a place, but he would get over it soon enough the more he explored the area. There was just something about this place that screamed to him that he'd be staying here for a while, anyways. Which was good, considering all the places he had been so far. Numerous countries, in the Americas and over in Europe, had been scoured by his travels. Oddly enough, though, England had been where he had resided the longest. So, basically, he was British, no matter how many other countries he had been to. Now, he was back in the States, after having been gone for who knows how long. Next to England, Jude had always been fond of the U.S. and the land the country withheld. Not so much the people or fast food chains all too much, but in certain areas the scenery was good enough to make up for those little, insignificant flaws.

Realization suddenly hit the man that he had been spacing out while he was walking again, which he often times ended up doing when he had more than a million things running through his head. He was usually alone most of the time, anyways, so it wasn't like he really had anybody to talk to as a type of outlet in the first place. Jude glanced around himself, pleased to find that he had ended up in what appeared to be a park. Well, that was lucky. The hellhound inhaled deeply, taking in all the different scents the area had to offer. Flowers were a surprisingly strong scent in this section of the park, and they masked over every other smell that could possibly invade his nose. That was a relief. Now it would be slightly easier for him to stay under control. Well, for the most part. Yawning behind his hand as he continued on walking, Jude took it upon himself to examine the people that roamed the park. It's not like he was stalking or hunting anybody... He was just curious about what types of people inhabited the city. Little kids here, couples there, all was nice and calm until his eyes landed on an unsightly scene just ahead. There appeared to be, eh, maybe five or so boys surrounding a young woman sitting on a bench. Just what the hell did the kids think they were doing?

"Hey, back off," the young man said, striding up quickly to the group. The boys all paused in their actions just to look at him, sneers crossing some of their faces while the a couple of the younger boys simply stared in his direction. One of the kids, who appeared to be one of the older ones in the group, if not the oldest, left the young woman's side to come and size up the guy who interrupted him and his friends. Jude could barely hold in a laugh at this. If this kid honestly thought he was going to get somewhere, with him, by attempting intimidation or whatever the hell he would call this little standoff, he was greatly mistaken. A hellhound wasn't a creature to be messed with, internal peace struggles or not. "I said back off. Leave the young lady alone and I just might consider letting you guys go scot-free," he said warningly, his accent thickening a bit as he leaned down to glare at the kid standing in front of him. This kid wasn't even as tall as him, so his attempts to intimidate Jude were really just going to go down the drain now. It wasn't even worth a try. Raising an eyebrow at said kid, Jude looked down at him with his dark olive eyes, waiting for a reaction. "Y-yeah, well, whatever! Just keep walking, asshole!" It was obvious that this "leader" was getting flustered under his gaze and that he was also getting pissed that Jude wasn't going anywhere. Ah well, too bad for him. Jude didn't plan on going anywhere anytime soon.

"Sorry, I'm afraid that's not in the cards for today. Anyways, are you going to move on your own or am I going to have to assist you?" The kid grumbled before glaring back over his shoulder to his buddies. They egged him on to do something to Jude, being the stupid, brainless kids that they looked like. Quite honestly, it was getting a little boring and annoying just standing there waiting for them to make a decision. So, abandoning his gentlemanly ways for but a moment, Jude grabbed onto the collar of the main kid's shirt and shoved him away, proceeding to do so with the rest of the group boy-by-boy as he ignored their protests and swear words directed at him. Once the area around the girl was clear, Jude turned to face the group, his eyes on the brink of shifting to gold as he glared at them in irritation. "Now I suggest you beat it, before I beat you," he growled, waiting for them to make their move one way or the other. Sharing glances with each other, the boys apparently decided not to push their luck that day and all at once they left, heading down the sidewalk to undoubtedly find another victim. Well, that was easy enough. Teenage boys were pathetic cases of overridden hormones and stupidity, anyways. They wouldn't have been a challenge no matter how hard they tried.

Watching the kids run off with a smirk on his face, it nearly escaped Jude's mind the reason that he had even scared the boys away in the first place. Blinking as he turned around, his smirk wiped clean off his face as he looked at the young woman on the bench. She appeared to be a little shaken up, but thankfully he had gotten there in time before any real damage could have been done. Good, at least that much was settled. It helped that he had been able to execute all this without totally freaking out on either her or the guys, too. But of course, that was always a good thing when it came to him. "Excuse me, miss, but are you alright?" Jude quickly skimmed his eyes over the girl as he spoke, making sure she was fine. By the looks of it, she was, which only helped to make his previous observations truer. Offering the young lady a light grin, Jude returned his gaze back up to her eyes, his orbs back to their cool and collected olive green hue. So far, he was doing pretty damn well at keeping himself under control. Hopefully it would last.

((Uhh... Sorry if this is confusing. And rambly. And too easy for the group of guys, maybe? I DUNNO <3))

[Violet Styler]

Nope. Shaking her head more, Violet began gasping for air. Were they suffocating her? No. None of them had went for her throat or blocked her nose or mouth. But she felt as if the boys before her had become steel walls that, the longer she sat there, slowly crept together. The air began to thin. Violet couldn't breathe. The voice of the five teenagers rang in her head, echoing, making it difficult to comprehend their words much less anything else. Claustrophobia, it seemed, had crept its way into VIolet’s mind, countering and quarreling with her androphobia- the fear of men. It was times like this Violet panicked. She promised herself she would not fight anymore. She’d promised Rose, Arganok, and the rest of the world that Element, the girl Violet became when she tasted blood and the ego she had maintained before her sentence to the Axium, would no longer exist. Violet could live without blood. She did not need it. The Aimovoria would not take what was not hers, especially if it was not a necessity. Raising her knees to her face, Violet cupped her palms around her ears. She no longer heard just the boys snarls and taunts. The young woman also heard the voices of the Axium people. Of her torturers. Of her own screams as they penetrated her skin and bone and DNA. Her mind fogged. More than it already had, at least. Through the entire process, however, Violet subconsciously refrained from giving her eyes the permission to cry. That was another promise Violet was determined to withhold. She knew she cried too much. That was another thing the girl had to learn on her own- crying did not solve anything. Violet had only burdened herself and Rose with her tears. No more would she shed. No more.

The girl hadn’t even noticed there had been a savior to repel the villains. He so easily fended off the five boys. What made it confusing to Violet, was that another man had rescued her. Still, her mind was closed as she curled on the bench. Even though they were gone, Violet still was almost positive she was still surrounded. Their shouts and whistles were on an everlasting repeat in her eardrums. It wasn’t until the man approached her and began speaking that Violet realized she was no longer sitting upright. Instead, the vampire-demoness was huddled in the middle of the steel cold seat, laying on her side with her left cheek pressed to the cool surface as her face pointed out toward the park. Her black hair had provided her with a thick cloak of hiddenness from the outside world. Slowly, Violet raised her body from the bench. She was now sitting upright, face still shielded by hair as she looked down, refusing to make eye contact with this boy. The noise in her head reduced to a low hum. It took a good minute or two to process the man’s question. Even after fully picking it apart syllable by solitary syllable, Violet could not find a hint of aggression or irony in his words. There was something wrong here. Wouldn’t he just want to pick her off now, considering he had fended off the original attackers? Violet was easy meat, obviously. She wasn’t going to harm anyone. She’d rather be harmed than harmed, actually. At least she would be able to live with herself knowing she had not caused anyone pain like they had caused her. Violet didn’t understand that men were people too. Not all of them were sex machines. Not all of them just wanted to hurt and scar her fragile ego. But there were only a select few of men in Violet’s life that had proved this wrong. All the other kids with their pumped up kicks had run the trust straight from the pretty little girl’s body. Violet didn’t mean to have trust issues. The trust issues had chosen her. The young woman couldn’t seem to win, though. Violet could walk around alone now without letting loose her bodily fluids, she could even look at men and people in white lab coats and not see her death in their eyes and on their stone cold faces. But every time she thought she had conquered her fears, they all flooded right back and clouded her thoughts, casting shadows in every good memory they could scavenge.

After a long while, Violet spoke. ”Who are you?” she inquired. The girl was far too shocked to say much else. Of course she greatly appreciated being saved. That was what made this man less scary. Had a random man approached her right then, the Aimovoria would’ve scrambled off the bench and crawled away. Literally. Whence the pause had become a lengthy one, Vi cautiously raised her gaze. Peeking out from beneath her hair, intense purple eyes meeting the man before hers equally piercing eyes, Violet remained hunched over. She was like a lost puppy who had been beaten since birth- scared, alone, so in desperate need of love. To Violet, she was just a baggage Rose and Weylyn and Arganok had to bear. They didn’t truly love her, they were just sparing her feelings. And so, Violet concealed herself where it was safe- in her own mind. She was alone there too. Violet had no friends. She had no family. Her mother had beat and attempted to murder her on many occasions, her father had never been in her life until months ago. She’d only met her sister a couple years prior to that day, and the family Violet was staying with was not hers. It was Rose’s. Violet was living in the shadow of Rose. The girl knew she was not wanted. So away she would go. Violet would fend for herself somehow. She would leave Rose, and Weylyn, and her Arganok be. Arganok only cared about Violet out of pity and she knew it. Even though none of these things were true in reality, they were true in Violet’s crazed mind. Realizing she’d once again averted her eyes, Violet lifted her head entirely this time, instead of just her indigo orbs. Black hair with deep violet streaks covered the woman’s left eye as she scanned this man. If one looked at her just right, they could see a scar just beneath her bottom eyelid, running from the side of her nose to the far end of her eye, just above her cheek. This was where the Axium had taken and implanted new DNA into the Aimovoria which had resulted in the change of her eye color. ”Th-thank you, Mister...” she stated shakily.

[Jude Bennett]

A bit of awkwardness began to settle in the air as Jude stood there somewhat uncomfortably, his already barely-there smile fading into a smooth line as he looked down to the girl. The young lady was curled up on the bench in what appeared to be utter fear. It hadn't really occurred to Jude at the time of fighting off the stupid teenagers that the woman was truly panicking from the onslaught of immature behavior, but now that his eyes had clear access to her, he could see that she was extremely traumatized from the little event. It hadn't truly been that bad, had it? Had he come too late? By the time he had arrived, sure, the boys were making a big joke out of the whole thing and were being ridiculous pigs, but Jude hadn't seen a single one of them do anything more than lightly handle her. Sure, that was traumatizing enough all on its own, but to this extent? Surely there had to be an underlying cause for this strong of a reaction. The girl looked absolutely horrified, as if she was about to be attacked by a nightmarish group of monsters. Maybe he should leave... At times, more often than not, Jude considered himself to be a nightmarish monster as well. Perhaps it would be best if he were to just leave the young woman be, or to maybe first go and find her some help, then leave. It seemed as if his being there wasn't really helping anything, anyways. Even after he had asked the raven-haired girl if she was alright, he didn't get a single response from her. No movement of her body, no little nod of the head... Nothing. Was she ignoring him? Just as he was about to turn and leave, since he figured nothing more would come of it, the woman moved, and she had his attention one-hundred percent again.

Deep olive eyes watched closely as the girl adjusted her position on the bench. Her dark hair covered the majority of her face, so unfortunately Jude didn't have the pleasure of being able to see it, but he wasn't about to push her to do more than she already was. Considering the progress she had already made simply from the state she was in just a couple moments ago, he was more than happy to take his time and wait for her. It's not like he had somewhere to be, anyways. Concern began to mingle with the green in Jude's eyes as he waited for the girl to respond in some way other than just by sitting up. Was something truly wrong with her? Did she need help, possibly even medical attention? Jude began to move his hand out towards the woman, aiming the limb towards her shoulder. Maybe his touch would snap her out of the trance she had seemed to have been lost in. But, as suddenly as he had made the decision to try and grab her attention, she spoke, once more stopping him right in his tracks. Her voice was so soft and gentle, but the tremors of shock and fear that resided underneath the fluffy, feminine layer caused the concern to stay planted right where it was in Jude's eyes. Sure, it had disappeared a little because she had finally spoken up and actually acknowledged him, but Jude didn't like the insecurity that was rolling off this young woman in nearly tangible waves. It made him feel like something was wrong, as deep down and buried as it may have been.

"My name is Jude," he said gently, keeping his British-toned voice soft as his eyes stayed trained on the girl. He felt his breath hitch a little as the girl finally lifted her gaze to look at him, her eyes meeting his and causing that sudden intake of air into his lungs. The color of her eyes was so odd, so striking, Jude was sure that he had never seen such uniquely colored orbs before. It was a vibrant purple, the color of her eyes. Surely it wasn't natural... It couldn't be. Perhaps they were contacts...? But the more Jude looked, the more real they became, and after just a couple of seconds he was positive that they were as real as he and she were. But how? Jude was a supernatural being, and he had run across plenty of others that were as well, but he had never seen eyes such as hers before. So what was this girl, exactly? And more importantly, why was he so interested in her? He didn't want to get close, his mind kept telling him to stay out of this chick's business, but something else, something deep inside of him, was keeping him glued to his spot there on the pavement. Well, damn. Damn him, damn relationships and feelings, damn the whole world for all he cared. He couldn't be getting soft, especially not to a stranger he had just met not ten minutes ago. But then, why couldn't he get his feet to move still?

As the girl looked away, so did the young man, and he shook his head a little in an attempt to clear his mind. He was here to help the girl, and that was what he was going to do. He was going to see if she needed anything else, and then he would be on his way. As simple as that. So why did it feel like it was going to be much easier said than done? Jude mentally sighed as he turned to look back to the girl. He was surprised at what he saw. Rather than seeing her with her head down and face hidden, her head up held up high and her hair covered only a small portion of her face. It was much easier now to realize that she really was a pretty girl. Jude felt himself tense as he took notice of this. He didn't want to get close to another pretty face, he didn't want to let his guard down. He only stiffened further as the girl's voice trembled out a thank you. She just sounded so helpless and lost... Dammit, he was doing it again! Jude ran a quivering hand through his soft hair as he quickly tried to cover his discomfort. He didn't want the girl to think he didn't like her. That wasn't it. He just didn't want to get to know her, was all. It seemed it would be inevitable, though. He was bound to give a reply back to her, and her one in return, and the cycle would keep going on until one of them broke it. And, normally, he would be the one to stop something like this from even beginning, but this girl was in such a fragile state, he feared that he would break her further if he tried to mutter a goodbye.

"It was my pleasure, love. Are you sure you're alright?" he asked again, unable to contain his concern for this oddly frightened girl.