<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5zkbk30bd1r7wrq1o1_r1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erin<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Weapons Master<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=55193375)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth<br/><br/>Erin had gone to bed feeling a mix of calm and unease. She honestly felt better after having caused a scene with Chloe, she thrived on conflict. When she was stressed nothing worked better at calming her down that getting in a rip roaring fight, given it was more of a fight with the love sick Keplar and the authoritative Lawrence then Chloe but she was as good a target as any and truly she just annoyed Erin. No one was as perfect as she pretended to be and she hated how every moment in Chloe's company felt like she was in front of a judging panel. She was just awful.<br/><br/>Before bed Erin brushed her hair and pulled on a tourist T shift from the Stratosphere and a pair of boy shorts. She was a bit edgy because she knew Elizabeth was crazy, her audition had taught her that much. She also knew she'd be made to pay for the way she treated the favorite little lap dog but in a flair of temper she didn't care. She flicked back the covers of her bad and crawled in. There was a small dagger under her pillow that lived there, a comfort she still needed from her time living in a rough part of Vegas. It was fairly dull because she didn't<em>really</em>want to hurt anyone, she just needed the comfort of it's presents.<br/><br/>Her sleep was peaceful enough. She had no nightmares, in fact no dreams at all that she would recall. It was just pleasant and restful. For a time nothing ill touched her, not her foul temper nor the anger of others. She was free of all that and that peace was reflected on her face. She looked her age in sleep, young, too young really to carry such anger, such hate.<br/><br/>Erin was blissfully unaware when in the dead of night Elizabeth slipped into Erin's room. Or maybe it was Elizabeth who was blissfully lucky that Erin didn't come awake. Erin had rules. Nobody touched her things or herself. Olaana had shattered the later this morning by kissing her and turning her whole world on it's head in that moment. There was no telling what she might have done had she come awake to Elizabeth gathering up all her weapons and moving them out of reach. Most likely reacted badly since it seemed very much like Erin's default setting to take everything badly. All that can be said is it's a good thing Erin didn't wake up.<br/><br/>Erin shifted the lightest bit in response to the cool air touching her skin when Elizabeth pulled the sheet away revealing her body to the open air. Her eyes were moving behind her eye lids, and she shifted again trying to recover some of the heat she lost in the moment Elizabeth had pulled away the sheet. She would wake up in a moment groggily reaching for the sheet but Elizabeth wasted no time waiting for that.<br/><br/>A gasp and cry was ripped from Erin's lips and she lunged forward even as her eyes opened to the vision of Elizabeth's face inches from hers in the darkness. Before she could even react she felt the push of a blade into her flesh. Her mouth opened in a silent scream of pain and on instinct her body curved back away from the blade that was sliced into her body hitting her rib before leaving once more.<br/><br/>While most of the time when she woke up the world around her was groggy and she was fuzzy from sleep for an hour after wake up but not now. No the whole world was sharp with clarity. The pain wasn't so bad, not really. not compared to the number of times she stabbed herself or hurt herself learning her craft. It was that some one else had dared hurt her that sharpened the world around her and had undermined her entire thinking process. People didn't hurt Erin, they feared her. Again the world tilted under her.<br/><br/>Elizabeth's warning to stay still or die was met with a baleful glare. Erin was sure if she wanted to she could still kick Elizabeth's weather she was holding one of her favorite daggers or not but she held still all the same. Though she didn't lay down as  Elizabeth demanded, she just made no move to be the aggressor even though every instinct in her body cried out for it. Idly she considered the dull as fuck knife under her pillow but she disregarded the knife for the same reason she was holding still rather then flipping Elizabeth on her ass and disarming her. She didn't want to have to leave. She did like this place though her attitude suggested otherwise and while she was ambivalent about the people she didn't want to have to leave.<br/><br/>"You'd kill me with my own knife?" she asked her voice dry, accusatory even. To her own mind if you were intent on murder then you at least showed the respect of using your own god damn tools. To her mind it was an insult to have come in and dared touch one of her weapons let alone use it against her. She'd never use the blade Elizabeth wielded again should she make it out of this bed with her life intact.<br/><br/>Elizabeth seemed to decide Erin wasn't about to try to kill her and started talking. Her words did little to sooth Erin. In fact they tested Erin's control to the limit. Cut her to ribbons? They very thought made Erin so mad that it took everything she had not to knock Elizabeth to the ground and do to her exactly what she's described.<em>Sadistic bitch</em>Erin thought her whole body tense and her breathing quick as she tried with everything she had to keep her temp that was known to be a wild untamed think in check.<br/><br/>"You think?" Erin said her voice sharp and angry in response to Elizabeth's assertion that stabbing her was enough. "Oh you think?" Erin said sounding sarcastic and condescending. She shook her head and bit down hard on her lip clenching her hands, her nails digging deeply into the wound on her left hand the self inflicted pain enough to focus her. It was enough to keep her from doing something monumentally stupid.<br/><br/>Elizabeth kept speak now about the spirit and it's demands. Erin actually listened to that. The spirit to her was something wonderful and illusive, soothing her before a show, making her quicker, surer, better. To her it wasn't a think that would demand blood as Elizabeth claimed. Erin was more of a  mind to believe Elizabeth was just a cruel bitch who got her rocks off having absolute control over those around her and then punishing those who dared step out of line. The bitch pressed down on the stab wound and pain lanced threw Erin's being but besides the tightening of her muscles that was involuntary she didn't so much as bat an eye lash her brilliant blue eyes filled with so much loathing, hate, and rage locked with Elizabeth's gaze. Erin's eyes alone promised she would not sit idly by and let someone victimize her no matter the reasons or justifications they used to rationalize it.<br/><br/>A smile cruel and predatory curved Erin's lips when Elizabeth spoke of if I were in your position I'd seek to kill me for that. She was right. The only desire in true and pure that coursed through Erin's being was the one to hurt Elizabeth. To watch her bleed. Erin wasn't like normal people. She didn't think like them. She was primal, living off aggression, anger and fear. There was a reason Olaana was her only friend on this blasted train. It was because that girl could tame her much like she could her deadly animals because Erin thought like them. Now Elizabeth was bring out all the worst parts of Erin. By turning Erin into a victim she'd crossed a line with her that could never be uncrossed.<br/><br/>Elizabeth's touch still lingered on her skin and if she could have gotten any more wound up in that moment that would have done it. People didn't touch Erin. She didn't like it and she usually carried enough clout, people feared her enough to leave her the fuck alone. Elizabeth was still talking about how she ran the circus through fear and a small part of Erin smirked in cruel pleasure.<em>I knew you were just a sadistic bitch</em>. She watched with dull interest when Elizabeth sliced open her fingertips showing the wound to her.<em>I hope it scars</em>she thought pettily.<br/><br/>Elizabeth's words echoed around her and she tried to understand, to even believe some of it but it was beyond her. She entrusted her life to the spirit ever time she preformed and it was never a cruel being to her yet Elizabeth contested it demanded a punishment as severe as death. It didn't make sense to her. Maybe she just didn't want to believe it. Did it mean Sochi was dead because he dared leave? With that though for a flash of a second there was something else in her eyes, fear, not for herself but for someone she'd cared a great deal about.<br/><br/>Erin was still listening even as her mind wondered. She heard Elizabeth's claim that she wanted her on her side and Erin knew she had only one good use. Elizabeth wanted her skills and her loyalty and in that bed still bleeding from the score across her belly and the stab wound Erin was determined she would get neither. She cared now why Elizabeth felt justified for her actions as far as Erin was concerned she was the one who'd wielded the knife, she was the one who'd pay for her actions. As if to illustrate her thoughts Erin touched the stab wound gathering the blood on her fingertips and rubbed her fingers together before swiping it across her cheek bone leaving a crimson streak then licking her lips her whole body showing tightly leashed anger.<br/><br/>Elizabeth's flattery was hollow to Erin. take what was rightfully her, power. that alone was laughable. She'd been stabbed for mouthing off at Chloe who hadn't even gotten that upset about it. Kep had been more pissed then Chloe'd been and she'd been stabbed in the middle of the night with her own god damned knife. What kind of power was she expected to take when she couldn't even speak in a way she pleased without having to wonder if psychotic bitch would be tip toeing in her bed room in the middle of the night.<br/><br/>Erin shook her head. and when Elizabeth touched her again she used her forearm to swipe the woman touch away her eyes blazing. She was teetering on the precipice, she could never remember having been so made in her life. It felt as if every cell in her body was crying out for her to act, to tear, and rip, bit and stab. To make it quick, to draw it out. She needed to move to pace and she couldn't get up. A scream of frustration and anger built in her chest and for a moment she didn't even trust herself to part her lips without the whole room be filled with the sound of her primal rage.<br/><br/>Breath hissed through her teeth and her fingers flexed her left palm dripping blood and her nails broke the thick scab there and buried themselves into her fragile flesh. Pain streaked up her arm and she gasped softly as the whole world sharpened around her. "The spirit may have demanded punishment but you chose this and your a fool if you think I'll forgive you for this or forget it. I'm not them Elizabeth, I don't love you and I don't fear you." She leaned back against her head board and pressed her palm to the bleeding wound feeling light headed. She'd always been a bleeder, her sheet soaked through now and she was feeling a bit light headed not that she'd tell Elizabeth that. She'd be fine with a little pressure and some time the blood would clot and she'd be left with the pain and a head ache but till then she felt like crap.<br/><br/>"You better figure out another way to deal with me Elizabeth because you have no idea how much I want to hurt you right now and we both know I could." She said reaching under her pillow and drawing out the blade never holding it in a threatening fashion just holding it there letting it flash in the light. "I could have killed you." She said simply letting Elizabeth see the blade before throwing it a little annoyed when it missed it's mark landing a little low of the dart board. She flexed her fingers and took a breath. "I respected you until tonight. Now...that was your saving grace Elizabeth, that I respected you and have made a home here that I wanted to keep. But if you think I'll hold still the next time you come to cut on me to prove a point because I crossed some arbitrarily line your out of your mind." She took a deep breath and lifted her left hand pressing her fingers to her temple leaving a bloody smear, dampening her hair a touch with the blood.<br/><br/>"You have no loyalty from me now. I trust you understand why but I'll explain any way. I don't care what your spirit demanded. You could have handled this a thousand other ways. You were a coward sneaking in here in the dark while I slept rather then facing me. You used my own knife against me. Insistently one I was rather attached to. And then you attacked me. You could have asked me to submit to you for punishment and I would of, out of respect and loyalty instead you attacked me in the night and set me against you in the process. You can reap the rewards from that for I have no trust for you now." She said closing her eyes for a moment against the wave of dizziness that assaulted her.<br/><br/>She lifted her hand from her stomach and was still bleeding and cursed softly under her breath. Elizabeth chose one of the sharpest blade in her collection. The sharper the blade, the cleaner the wound, the easier it bled added to the fact that chest wound bled an absurd amount anyway. Erin didn't care how Elizabeth read her next move as she grabbed the sheet fisted a ball of it in her hand and pressed it tightly to the wound. She'd put a few stitches in it once Elizabeth left after cleaning it but just having to put pressure on it showing weakness to the woman was enough to piss her off.<br/><br/>"I have no understanding for your actions this night, nor acceptance. I have no answers for you nor question. I want you out of my sight Elizabeth before I decide I care a lot less about staying here in this twisted little world you've created." She said sounding bitter her teeth clenched at the end both from pain and anger. Her eyes starting to glaze with pain and her breathing turned a bit short. "And if you could send someone in when you leave I'd appreciate it." She said as she shifted a bit wincing sharply.