An Ocean of Sins [Closed]

[Rhianna]

Lana felt like an idiot. She probably looked weak to this man, who clearly was extremely experienced at what he does. She shook her head in defeat, not allowing herself to feel intimidated. "I don't back down from a fight." she said to him seriously, removing her sunglasses from her eyes to get a clear look at her surroundings. What she needed to do was go and find Mark so they could re-arrange their original plan. She picked up her phone charger from the ledge and wrapped it up into a small ball. The small framed girl then placed it into her bag and proceeded to snatch all of her things from where they were resting. Figuring it would best if they kept in touch, she began to write her phone number down on a napkin that was abandoned by the little kid who she gave french fries to previously. "If anything happens, call me." she added, placing the used napkin in his hands.


With that, Lana said nothing more to Sylas and walked in a fast pace to the table where Mark and Sylas' adopted sister were conversing. At this point, she had a million things running through her mind. Did she seem like an incompetent fool? Was she reckless? Did anger motivate her? One thing was for sure though, she knew how to fight. She thanked Mark for that. She sighed as all of the young kids swam in the poor, happy expressions plastered on their innocent faces. She would kill to be them right now.


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Mark knew that this stunning woman in front of him at no attraction towards him. She was basically talking to him as if she were his mother, and that wasn't okay with him. "I don't need your help, okay? I know what the fuck to do with my kid." he said to her, his voice rising in anger. He didn't know what overcame him all of a sudden, maybe he was just confused with everything that was going on. He decided to act on his anger, and stand up, the iced tea falling over in the process. "Do me a favor, stay out of my business." he added, venom now dripping off of his tongue. The man turned around and began to walk in the opposite direction, away from Artemis and to his cabin. He didn't even care where Lana was, he was mad at her too.


The tall man waltzed his way across the front part of the ship, an angry aura coming off of his body. All he wanted was to be alone, and what happened when he thought this? "Mark, Mark, Mark, wait!" a low pitched voice called out to him, he frowned at the picture of this body that the voice belonged too. 'Fuck.' Mark stopped in his tracks to wait for his companion to catch up with him. He could practically feel her frustration when she approached him.


"What Lan?" he asked her, anger still filling his voice. He was in no mood for her antics.


Lana adjusted the things she was carrying again, she was noticeably out of breath. "What the hell happened to you? You look as if someone punched you in the face." Lana questioned her friend, a little bit of humor entering the conversation now.

 

[Lucyfer]

‘You’re the one sharing your business, dear.’ Artemis wasn’t really bothered by the man’s outburst. This wasn’t the first time she’d made another hunter snap, and it wouldn’t be the last time. She actually considered it a good thing. Those who got angry tended to think and dwell on it later. Sometimes, it led to useful epiphanies.


She refrained from offering a parting phrase, and let him go.


Sylas was returning to her anyway, and he took the seat that Mark had once occupied. He placed a napkin on the table and then drew out his phone and started to put the number in, “So, what happened here?” He asked. He hadn’t expected to be able to just walk here and take that seat.


Artemis rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat. She brought her pink drink to her lips and finished it off, “Another pair of hunters drawn into the game by tragedy and consumed by it. I think the man be realizing what he’s done, though.”


Sylas let out a breath, relief, “Yeah, Lana…I think she needs the break,” she wasn’t in it for the right reasons. Straight revenge, no concern about innocents, and she’d likely try to kill the vampires on the ship if they were trying to escape this world, “Anyway, Lana said there are vampires aboard.”


“Lovely. Should we go check the storage room?”


“Yeah,” they were always on the same train of thought. Artemis set the drink down on the table and accepted Sylas’s hand up. The pair of them left the deck.

 

[Rhianna]

Mark let out an irritated breath, tapping his foot on the ground in annoyance. He really had it with this. Everything Artemis said was true. Maybe he shouldn't have dragged Lana into this fucked up world of pain and death. She should be in college right now, having the time of her life. "You're scaring me, you know that?" Mark admitted to her, watching as the girl dropped her stuff to the ground.


"What? How? I'm just doing my job." Lana responded, confused at her friend's emotional state. She didn't have the slightest idea on why Mark was suddenly so upset with her. Just a few hours ago he was bragging to her about how many girls he was going to screw on this trip.


Mark took her by the forearms and held them as if they were an egg. The wind was still blowing abnormally fast, the kids were complaining to their mothers about this. "You're just a kid. You're not supposed to be consumed in all of this bullshit." he said to her, withholding his tears that were forming in the corners of his eyes.


"I'm not consumed. It isn't bullshit, Mark. I'm trying to catch the assholes that killed my father!" Lana yelled defensively, ripping herself away from the clutches of her male counterpart. "How fucking dare you say such a thing!" she added, her tone emitting betrayal.


"Chances are, they're dead Lana! Get the hell over your terrifying obsession, it's going to get me, and everyone on this ship killed!" Mark retorted, resting his now free hands on the back of his head. He was angry now, completely and utterly fuming with rage.


Lana took a step back from him, now noticing that people were watching their exchange. They seemed to be captivated by the show. "You know what asshole? Don't fucking hunt with me then! You enjoy the rest of your goddamn vacation while I slaughter the bastards who mutilated my father, IN FRONT OF ME!" she screamed at Mark, bending over to pick up her things. She couldn't believe what she was hearing right now.


With that, she turned on her heel and began to stroll to the bar, where she would drink until she blacked out. "Good you ungrateful bitch! Leave!" Mark answered back at her, feeling defeated and a little bit sad. This was only greeted by Lana giving him the finger.


'Great.' Mark said in his head.

 

[Rhianna]

bump.