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When; Nov. 1st and Nov. 5th
Rating; PG-13-ish with death and violence.
Characters; Rita (

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Summary; Rita and Tyr losing their heads. One of these is literal.
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Once the influence of the Halloween curse ended and they were both back to normal, Rita...well, she felt pretty awkward. She'd had no idea the costume she'd worn was some vampire from Tyr's world, and there she'd gone and bitten his neck. Thinking about the fact that she actually drank his blood--it grossed her out. But at least she hadn't hurt him.

But it was exactly that which also struck her as a little weird. Tyr didn't usually like having his neck touched all that much, so it could've been the influence of the curse...

In any case, here it is in the morning, and Rita's still in costume at the house because she hasn't been bothered to change. She should probably apologize to Tyr if he's awake and see how he is.

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"Hey!" She starts when he moves, and scrambles off the bed after him. "Tyr! There's something wrong with you, and you know we need to figure out what it is before it gets worse!" If he's going to try running away, then she won't hold back from being blunt anymore.

He could yell at her, tell her that there's nothing wrong with him and everything wrong with her, but he doesn't. This conversation is over. The fact she's being blunt already is the reason why he doesn't want to be around her.

If she's not fast enough, he will literally slam the bedroom door in her face.

No way, no way is he just running away from her. She calls his name again and dashes after him, reaching out to grab him--his arm, the back of his shirt, whatever he reaches. There's something horribly wrong with his memory, and she isn't letting it carry on.

"Leave me alone!"

Tyr spins around quickly and yanks himself away from her. She's not herself. The Rita he knows wouldn't try to do this to him. In an instant, his eyes are as distant as they are cold and hurt.

"Tyr-!" The idea of putting him to sleep flits through her mind and is immediately dismissed. As annoyed as she is, she isn't forcing him into restraints (an idea that almost makes her sick) unless he's dangerous.

Instead, she balls her fists and insists, "I want to help you! You know something's not right, so stop running away!" And she raises a hand now to jab a finger at his chest, just to emphasize her point.

There's no hesitation in him when he grabs her hand too-tightly and shoves it away. She's wrong. She's not really Rita, she can't be. He's beyond being argued with, though, and he can't stop himself even if he tried.

His mind goes blank, and a shadow appears behind him. It's not anything like the Soul Eater, but Rita can't really get a good look before it lashes out and severs her head from her neck.

Rita only has time to register something and open her mouth--either to yell at Tyr before realizing it's there, or maybe in surprise--before it happens.

The only thing she's conscious of is a strange, sickening sensation she can't make sense of and the room becoming a blur. She's dead almost immediately: the body simply crumpling the floor in front of Tyr, and the head fully several feet away.

When Tyr comes to, he's on the ground as well, curled up in the hallway between his room and the kitchen. He doesn't even know why he passed out... His eyes are still bleary when he picks himself up off the floor and looks over at Rita's own form curled up close to his.

And the expanding pool of blood around her body, coming from-

Tyr skitters away from her body in horror, eyes wide and suddenly very awake. He doesn't know if he screams or not; the blood rushing through his body is deafening, all he can see is her blood, and he's afraid to let his eyes follow the path of the blood splatter.

"Rita...?" he attempts shakily. Maybe this is a dream. Right, like one from the Soul Eater. It feels real, but...

It feels like he's sitting there and shaking on his hands and knees for a long time as a few minutes pass and all the happens is her clothes and hair turning a ruddy black as her blood soaks in. Her mouth is open in a scream - did she see something he couldn't? - but he never heard a thing.

He didn't do anything to save her. He let her--

Her blood is still warm when he inches closer to her again to cautiously gather her up off the floor. For a moment, he just wants to hold her until he wakes up, but part of him knows that isn't going to happen. And part of him knows he can't just pretend that will happen and he can't just sit in her blood and grieve her.

It's so hard to push his emotions away and carry her to bed to lay there. And then cradle her head and try to rest them together against his watery eyes. He tells himself it's for her dignity that he covers her up, but that's not really the case at all.

With the bedroom door locked, he folds himself into a ball in front of it, head buried in his arms. He won't let anything happen to her again. He promises.

There's absolutely nothing Rita can do for him. For the moment, for twenty-four hours, she doesn't exist as anything more than a body in two pieces, blood leaking until eventually it congeals and her body cools.

It isn't until the next day that she wakes up--back in one piece--and she immediately knows something isn't right. She's cold, she has no heart beat--she's dead. Her heart would freeze for a moment if it hadn't already. Once she makes that realization, she bolts up from her position-

And there's a blood-drenched sheet slipping down to her lap.

What happened? What happened? She doesn't know...

She doesn't know what to do besides numbly look down at the sheet and her pale hands.

"Rita," Tyr starts, immediately woken up from his stupor when he hears the bed creak and she sheet fall.

Her skin is pale and bloodless. Her hair is still matted with her own blood, but she's alive. In a way. He rushes over to her bedside to be with her again.

"I'm sorry," he chokes out. He hasn't moved from his vigil for more than a few minutes in the past 24 hours. Even dead, something told him not to leave her.

Tyr's voice partially breaks her out of her stupor and she turns to look at him. There's blood spatter down the front of his clothes...

"Tyr...?" Well, her voice works. She's still really weirded out, because the biggest question on her mind is... "What...what the hell happened?" She doesn't remember any pain, any injuries, not even dying, but the blood is pretty telling.

And there's so much of it everywhere. Behind Tyr's bedroom door, it looks like a massacre. He didn't bother to clean that up anymore than he did himself or her body. He still feels sick.

Her question triggers the memories instantly, too, and he's so quick to shake his head. "I don't know..." She died. Just like she said his father did and Gremio did and Ted- Did they die like she did, too? He hates not knowing now, but he still doesn't want to.

He realises he should be more in control of himself, but he can't answer her now.

He looks possibly even more out of it than she does, but it doesn't stop her from automatically protesting, "W-what do you mean, you don't know?" He had to be here--there's blood on him, but maybe he found her afterwards...? Yet she's certain the last thing she remembers is the two of them arguing, Tyr about to leave...

It wasn't Tyr, though. There's no way he's the one who killed her.

...She's so confused and uncertain. She takes a deep breath, even as she realizes with an ill feeling that she doesn't need to.

He worries that, too. Maybe he killed all of them and chose not to remember. What kind of disgusting person does that make him? Although he tenses and bites his lips, he resolves that he really has to tell her at least what he knows. This entire thing started because he's the one that wanted to forget everything and run away, didn't it?

"I don't know..." he repeats quietly. "I just woke up, and..." She looked like she tried to scream... His fingers curl in the sheets where he holds the side of her bed. His shoulders are starting to shake again, and he can't look at her. "I'm sorry..."

Her eyes widen a little, and if she was alive, her heart would feel really tight all of a sudden. Of course, she has no idea what happened to him--if he only just woke up, does that mean... "Tyr--wait--are you-?" Impulsively, she tosses the sheet back and crawls over to him, reaching for his hands. He isn't dead too, is he?

When she comes towards him, he almost backs away, but he's not nearly fast enough. Instead, he lets her take his hands which are still as warm as before - hot compared to the iciness of hers. The feeling of her dead body touching him is enough to make him squirm.

"I'm fine," he answers quickly. "Don't worry about me anyway..."

If he were thinking, he'd wonder why he was the one who was spared and she was murdered. Why would anyone...

The heat of his hands is almost shocking--enough for her to let go of them again after he squirms. She's really dead...

Tyr being alive is a small relief in a really horrifying morning. She sits back down, cross-legged, slumped over a bit. "G...good, but... Did you get knocked out or something?"

Seeing her fall back like that, he almost wants to climb onto the bed with her and hold her, but there's something inside him that holds him back. He can't get careless.

Especially since he doesn't know what happened still. "I...guess... I don't remember..." But his voice grows strained when he remembers everything else that is in his memory. Her body by Luc's room, her head by Connell's...

Rita hates not knowing... That might just be the worst part of all of this. She was killed, and neither of them have any idea how or by what.

Her head stays lowered, but her eyes are open and her voice--though slightly duller than usual--is thoughtful. "You said...you woke up, right? So...something happened to you, too..."

It's harder to protect her when he doesn't know what happened to her. Who attacked her, why they chose her... If it was about power, they would have attacked him. Killed both of them.

When she talks about waking up, he wonders if she thinks he woke up when she did. After a moment, though, her voice really just tells him that she's trying to figure this out... Like she was trying to understand his memories.

"Yeah..." His voice isn't steady. "But...I..." didn't die "It couldn't..." have been long after she died. Stubbornly, he finishes: "I woke up pretty quickly... Like it was a weak spell or something..."

She did think that maybe he just woke up before did. Sorting out the details might help them understand what happened, at least...

She looks up as he struggles to reply, tilts her head curiously. "So you... Did you see anything when you woke up?" Did he wake up to see her dead, then? Oh, Tyr...

His chest feels tight just because his mind jumps right to the answer to her question. Rita...

"I was next to you..." he answers sadly. His eyes are starting to sting again.

It's not a happy answer, even if it's one she expected after asking the question. Her shoulders slump even more and she mumbles his name sadly... She can imagine how he must have felt, waking up to that.

"I just...I don't get it. Any of this..."

He doesn't want to remember how he felt, but he's not letting go of another memory. She's the one that's really hurt even if she's pitying him. She's so hurt, and now he feels like she's giving up on understanding. Death shouldn't be something that's understandable, though. Especially not hers.

Impulsively, he picks himself up and sits next to her just to wrap her up tightly in his arms. She needs someone. "Me either..." he mumbles.

He's so warm. It feels both soothing and painful, because she's cold as death, but she suddenly realizes she really wants to be close to him now that he's hugging her and so she leans into him, curling a fist in his shirt. She can't even care if she's being dumb and emotional, they can just huddle together like this for a while.

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