THE DEVIL INSIDE / 200th post, one shot

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Luckily for Margaery, Suiteheart had been on the opposite side of the territory when all of these events were playing out. The white feline was sitting on the shoreline of the beach, eyes glued to the horizon as if searching for answers there. The gentle lap of the waves were lullaby-like, and she had fallen under their spell easily. Within thirty minutes, she had fallen asleep. Her mental and physical exhaustion had finally caught up with her, and the beach was bound and determined to give her rest.

Her dreams were odd.

Though she slumbered, her heart beat in time with Margaery's and her soul took each step with her wife. In her dreams, she caught glimpses of what was occurring, but it could not stir her awake. She saw kind eyes - Caroline's, she recalled from having met her just once. She heard whisperings of someone that sounded like Ilijas. Latin phrases filled her sleeping thoughts, trickling into the strange dream her mind created. Anger seeped into the strange peace she had happened upon, and if someone were watching Suite sleep, they would see her twitching. Her paws moved in jerking fashion, and she growled softly.

Some haunting scarlet color washed over her senses then. What she assumed was blood filled up every part of her being. She could smell it, taste it, feel it. The sensation became overwhelming, and she opened her eyes. The dream-turned-nightmare clung to her, clawing at her chest, not leaving her side, and she had to check to make sure she wasn't painted with blood. Her breathing was ragged, and she couldn't get enough breath into her lungs.

"I need to kill you."

That line of dialogue burst forth in her mind, and her lips moved to shadow the words so that she mouthed them. Concern and confusion darkened her baby blue eyes as she pressed to understand what the fuck was happening, but Margaery was concealing everything as best she could. Suite tried, prying into the bond, but she only experienced flash images: she was Margaery pinning someone to the ground, felt the cold words drip for her wife's lips, and she saw Margaery slitting someone's throat. And then, it was gone. There was triumph and relief. There was some sick sort of happiness bubbling up inside of her, and Suiteheart felt her fictional eyebrows draw together. What the fuck was happening?

Able to understand her wife was headed for Starpool, she took off in that direction. It took only a few moments for Suiteheart to burst in milliseconds before stopping abruptly. That beautiful chocolate point pelt of Margaery's was stained with blood. Old and new blood alike covered her wife's fur, and that horrible scent of carnage reached her nose immediately. "M-... Margaery?" the Ecliptic Admiral began, at a loss for words. Baby blue eyes were alight with some strange emotion, and she shook her head. [color=#99182C][b]"Wh-what... happened?"
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