In So Deep [Panny]

[Milo Dakota Lark]

Boy, he'd really screwed the pooch this time. Drunk and self-loathing, banging his teacher for money and blackmail had seemed like an awesome idea. Sober and consequence-facing? Not so much. He hadn't been to Spanish class in two days. No one had said anything, so he assumed Mr. Gaia was just fine with that arrangement.

He'd made his way to the lounge after his last class of the day - he got out early on Wednesdays - and promptly collapsed onto the couch, feet propped up on the armrest. Staring up at the ceiling, Milo tried to remember the last time he'd felt quite so shitty about himself. Being bit and coming here and all of that craziness had put him into a nice, long angry spell. It had been a while since he was good and depressed.

And was he ever. Didn't want to drink, didn't want to smoke - not after plowing through that whole pack the other night. He'd gone out hustling and selling some things he'd stolen the night before. That had taken his mind off of things for a bit, at least.

[pandora evelyn hearth]

Pan was getting annoyed. She'd have to leave the pretty fire in the chemistry room due to the chemicals they were working with and the fumes they let off. Damn pregnancy. Luckily, it was the last lesson of the day. She had thought about going home but.. that seemed so far away. She was going to go to Biology but she felt like being alone with her thoughts. The student lounge. Perfect. She made her way to the room with a small smile on her face.

She pushed open the door to find it wasn't empty. As she noticed the face of the boy on the sofa, her blood began to boil. So this was the little slut that had ruined Alejo's life. Well. He'd messed with the wrong guy. Pandora was extremely protective over her friends and if anyone dared to hurt them in any way Pandora would kill them. She ground her teeth together as she looked at the boy. She couldn't stop herself. "Hello there, little slut" she spat out. The fury evident in her voice. "Just thought I'd let you know that I am going to make your life a living hell. Fuck with my friends, and you fuck with me"

She wanted to kill him. Actually, tear him to fucking pieces. How dare he. How fucking dare he. Alejo was the greatest guy she knew. Well, one of. And this little slut on the couch had hurt the fae. No. More than hurt. SHe'd destroyed him. And the little slut would fucking pay.

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Tagged: Milo! 
Notes: Soorryyyy, she's pissed
Words: 265
Credit: Chloe!

[Milo Dakota Lark]

The door opened, and Milo started debating the pros and cons of getting up and leaving. He really didn't want to deal with anyone right now, but moving sounded so...full of movement. And then a delightful voice greeted him. His head rolled to the side so he could see who was talking to him. Pandora. He'd seen her around, never actually talked to her, though.

Was it sad that he didn't know exactly which trespass she was talking about? The big one on his mind right now was Alejo, obviously, but it seemed sort of weird that a teacher would tell a student about his sex life. Maybe someone he'd screwed last night got in trouble for something. He hardly looked scared, just a new shade of mopey and tired. "Well first of all," he drawled, "you're not really picking a tough job. Someone beat you to it, man."

Milo scratched at his chest and slowly sat up, looking extremely put out by the effort. "And second, who exactly did I screw over this time?"

[pandora evelyn hearth]

She was angry mere moments ago but upon hearing his words her anger turned into fury. He didn't even seem to care. Not one fucking bit. If anything, he just looked, well, tired. She wanted to hit him. Throw him across the room and cause him as much fucking pain as he had to Alejo. The kid bloody well deserved it. As he sat up, she continued to glare at him. At his words she began to shake from the anger running through her veins. Well, she'd wanted to kill him before but now? Death would be a fucking blessing to this guy compared to the things that the witch was thinking.

She moved so she was looming over him. "You fucking slut. Alejandro. Ring a bell? Probably not. You're a piece of shit, you know that? You don't even deserve death. That'll be the fucking easy way out" she hissed at him. Normally, talking this way to a vampire and she'd be fine. Right now? She was fractionally scared. She did not want him to snap at her, but she so did. She wanted to argue, she wanted to fight. He deserved the full level of murderous rage that Pandora wanted to throw at him.

She would do this for Alejo. Seeing the guy so depressed, it had hurt her. She cared so much for her friends and was not going to let something like this little slut ruin his happiness and get away with it. She didn't know exactly what she would do yet, but possible ways of torture were circulating through her mind. She gave a slight smirk. Oh, she'd missed feeling this murderous. She'd been so happy lately. It was good to see that this side still existed.

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Tagged: Milo! 
Notes: Soorryyyy, she's pissed
Words: 301
Credit: Chloe!

[Milo Dakota Lark]

Okay, this chick was a bit on the terrifying side. If he'd had the energy to be scared, he would have been. As it was, Milo had sort of been praying for some form of punishment for what he'd done. Well, here it was with blond hair. He looked up at her and actually flinched when she said Alejandro's name, had to study the floor to avoid her gaze. God, how did he always mange to step in it so bad?

With a sigh, he set his jaw and lined up a somewhat defensive expression to combat her aggression. It wasn't Milo's best work by a long shot, still overlaid with weariness, hurt, and misery. He met her eyes again. "Okay, first of all? I'm a whore, not a slut. Sluts give it away for free. Your buddy paid me." His voice had a hard edge to it. He hated the word 'whore' but he was pretty sure Alejo would have left out the part about paying him. "Second, yeah, I know. And third?"

He was at a bit of a loss for that one. He deserved worse than death? Wasn't that what he'd been getting this whole time? He worked his mouth for a moment, trying to think of some suitable response. All he came up with was a muttered, "Whatever you're planning to do to me, I promise I've had worse."

[pandora evelyn hearth]

She was getting madder by the second. Alejo had paid this dick? She wanted to scream. No. She wanted to commit fucking murder. The whore deserved it. The more he spoke, the more wild rage flashed in the young witch's eyes. It was like he didn't even care. Now that was what pissed off Pandora most of all. It was a fact that this dick had done something so incredibly wrong, and he didn't even look like he cared. Her fingers instinctively went to touch her side to where she kept her wand but she refrained from drawing it out. Not yet.

How she would love to curse him into oblivion, however. Instead, she took a breath to calm her self before speaking. And this time her voice had a dark tone. It didn't sound angry anymore. It sounded murderous. "First off, you don't deserve a fucking penny of what he gave you. Alejo's a fucking great man and you.. You're worthless. Second. I don't think you do know just how much of a low-life you are. And third-" she paused as rage flooded through her body. "-Third. I doubt that very much. Kid. You cannot imagine the things I could do" she finished.

God, she was angry. No. She was infuriated. Ways of torture kept running through her brain. Putting him under so much pain until finally, she let a werewolf bite him and just let the bite slowly destroy him. That was her favourite method so far. Now, she was just thinking of that initial torture. She was sure she'd be able to think of something.

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Tagged: Milo! 
Notes: Soorryyyy, she's pissed
Words: 276
Credit: Chloe!

[Milo Dakota Lark]

Part of him really just wanted to take off and get out of here, wanted to go curl up in a miserable little ball on his bed and feel sorry for himself. That other part of him, though, that part wanted to push her buttons, wanted to dole out every inch of punishment she was promising. God, he was fucked up.

Spreading his arms across the back of the couch, Milo crossed one ankle over his other knee, lounging casually. This seemed to be pissing her off royally, the whole nonchalant thing. "Yeah, real great guy," he said drolly. "Because you know the mark of a great man is paying to fuck underage students in a men's room. Someone call the Nobel Prize committee."

His eyes scanned over her, trying to figure out what it was he knew about her. Wait, was she the preggo? He thought he'd heard something about that. Yeah, it was definitely her. "Hey, so listen, are you actually gonna do something or were you planning on sitting around talking out your ass for another eon? If you don't speed it up, that bastard kid you're cooking is gonna fall out before you're done."

[pandora evelyn hearth]

She could feel it. The magical energy building inside her as he spoke. Whenever she got this furious; she could never control her powers. She tried to keep them under control.. but what he was saying about Alejo.. Yes, he had fucked up but he did not deserve this. The fae had been wasted. She knew that. And in her eyes, it was the whore in front of her that had taken advantage of him. Her fists clenched by her sides.

Just as she was managing to keep her magic under control, he mentioned Junior. How he knew, she didn't know. She'd only been telling her teachers - just so they knew and she could then get away with not going if she felt bad. As soon as he said the word 'bastard' she felt it. Her magic just.. lost it.

She never knew how it happened, but it did. All of her magic built up. It created a shield so powerful it could suffocate a human. That magically energy was now focused on Milo. He was lucky he was a vampire. She was not strong enough to kill him. But she wanted to. The magic ran through her veins. Finding it's outlet in the shield that she was producing but found she could not control in any way. Soon, that shield began to lose it's power. She was losing her energy. And then, the shield was gone. She tried to stay standing. Exhaustion now swept through her. She still stood up tall. "Do not bring my child into this, Milo Lark, I will kill you"

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Tagged: Milo! 
Notes: Soorryyyy, she's pissed
Words: 269
Credit: Chloe!

[Milo Dakota Lark]

God, he hated how crazy chicks got when they were pregnant. Milo had known a few girls that worked the night shift with him that got knocked up and one who'd been dating someone in his gang back in the day. Hormones, apparently, worked in terrible ways. He suddenly felt himself slammed back against the couch, air squeezed out of his lungs, not that he needed it. It still felt uncomfortable not being able to breathe.

Once she released him, Milo sucked in a greedy breath. "What the hell, you crazy bitch?" he demanded. He pushed himself up off the couch and got up in her face. If she wasn't pregnant, he'd totally kick her ass. As it was, he totally didn't want to add 'murderer of unborn babies' to his rap sheet. "You keep talking at me, but you're not doing jack shit," he hissed at her. "So either fucking do it or shut up. I don't have to listen to this. Your friend was a drunk idiot, and that's his problem, got it?"

[pandora evelyn hearth]

Crazy bitch? At those words, a cold laugh left the witch. Like she hadn't heard that before. It was quite a common insult, actually, them all calling her crazy. She was. Especially when she was angry. She watched as the boy stood. He was right by her and Pandora felt the magic once more pulsating through her veins. She drew her wand out of her pocket as he spoke. She wasn’t doing jack shit, did he say? Another laugh left her. God, the kid was so adorable.

She reached forward and patted his head a little. “Aww, Milo, you haven’t seen anything yet” but then she turned darker. A drunk idiot? Alejo was not a drunk idiot. Okay, he might have been that night but she pitied the man. She knew that it was Milo that had been the true culprit that night. And she would not let him get away with it. “So, you want me to do something, hmm? Harm you?” she spoke, her words ice as she slowly paced the room “Well, I’m happy to oblige, boy, very happy to oblige indeed”.

With her wand in hand she smirked. A cold, malicious smirk. With one wave, she got ready to make the spell. “Petra lapsum” she spoke the familiar Latin. The spell was one she loved. Rockslide. Rocks would fall on Milo. She laughed. Unfortunately, it would not kill him. Vampires were just no fun. No fun at all. It was just so damned difficult to really kill them. Though, she would make sure that by the end of this, Milo would know never to mess with any of her friends again. Because next time, she’d find a way. She would kill him.

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Tagged: Milo! 
Notes: Soorryyyy, she's pissed
Words: 286
Credit: Chloe!