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 Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 10:31 pm
    "I hate you."
"We are born enemies."
"So why did you save me?"
"I don't know."
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 11:02 pm
"You're not suppose to be my enemy"   BeatingxxHeartxxBaby » Matthew William Devatt » { Stuart Townsend }
D i R T i E de-TALES » Vanessa Abygale Kenstin » { Jessica Szohr }
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 3:11 pm
» M a t t h e w « » W i l l i a m « » D e v a t t « __________[ Have to know the »» basics «« ]_____scream it at the top of your lungs ; ; Matthew William Devatt
_____unless you prefer to whisper ; ; Matt
_____soon the monster took over ; ; Twentieth century plus thirty-eight years
_____so it's all set in stone ; ; Twenty__________[ Before you press the »» button «« ]_____read it and weep ; ;
I was just a poor boy from a Southern family in the United States of America. Nothing special, at least not for the first two decades of my life. My father left us when I was only thirteen years old and from them own it was my responsibility to take care of my mother and five younger siblings. I got a job working in the fields, which was about the only thing someone of my age and status could do back then. Eventually, my mother remarried a man with more wealth then we'd seen before and all of the troubles passed. For them at least.
I was twenty years old and about to leave for my first day of college, the first time I'd even been to school before in my life, when it happened.. Something came out of nowhere. I was at the stables preparing my horse when I first saw it. But, it disappeared.. It was like a bolt of lightning, so fast in speed. Stupid as I was I forgot about the thing for that moment, which was exactly the reason I lost my life that day. The thing came back as I was leaving the stables and heading through the fields back to my home to bid my family goodbye for the time being; the school was in a big city several hundred miles from here. Once again, it was so fast that I couldn't get an accurate glimpse of it, but I felt it near me. And that was when the pain began, when all of it began.
I woke up from the fiery torture two days later to an intense burning in my throat, and without knowing why or how, I knew the only thing that would ease the terrible ache. It was all I could do to make it back to the stables, my own family being so close. I could have killed them all that day, but it was the horses that saved their lives. And I did leave them that day, but not for school as they expected, and without a goodbye. I'm not sure what they assumed happened to me, but I never laid eyes on them again. _____love me or leave me ; ;
I'm quiet and because of this most people perceive me as being cold, which really isn't the case at all. I risk blowing my cover as a vampire on enough occasions because I can't stand seeing innocent people put in danger, especially by monsters such as myself. The quiet part is true though, for the most part, unless I find someone worth opening up to without the risk of putting them in danger myself. But that hasn't happened in years and really doesn't happen very often._____there is always a back door ; ;
Half of the year, I live among everyone else in the most populated city in Alaska. I inhabit an apartment during this time. You guessed it: the night half of the year. The rest of my time is spent in a cabin miles away from any civilization where I can bask in the sun and hunt without worrying about keeping the secret.__________[ There are always safety »» precautions «« ]_____it's a spectrum of light ; ; red
_____none other than me ; ; vampire
_____it's a trust thing ; ; BeatingxxHeartxxBaby
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 5:29 pm
» V a n e s s a « » A b y g a l e « » K e n s t i n «  "I have my own path."
_____unless you prefer to whisper ; ; Van ll Vanna ll Nessa
_____soon the monster took over ; ; Fifth year of the twenty-first century
_____so it's all set in stone ; ; Nineteen__________[ Before you press the »» button «« ]_____read it and weep ; ;
My life is not that exciting. Well, at least not the first fifteen years. My parents are part of some tribe closely related to the Quileute tribe. When I mean closely related, I mean that we share a similar trait. You've probably guessed it, many males, and occasion females, are werewolves. Or shape shifters of one form if you want to put it in those terms. My parents however were not one of those people. The shape shifter genes skipped my father and then went to me. But I'm getting a little ahead of myself. Let's start from the beginning again. I'm an only child in my family. Unlike my decendents before my, including my parents, who had numerous siblings, I was born an only child. And after me, my parents decided not to have any more kids. I don't know if that was some sort of compliment for me being, or an insult. Either way, I'm still an only child. But I never felt lonely. I always had cousins to keep me company when I needed it.
But when I turned eleven, I found myself preferring to be alone than with my cousins. Or pretty much anyone. I even pushed my parents away a few times, just because I wanted to be alone. I don't know why I felt this way. Maybe it was because I was becoming a quiet person that I didn't want to be near anything that would pull me out of my silent trance. For a while, I just remained to myself. I had friends, I still hung out with my cousins, but I never really did anything with them. I just hung in the background. Only getting into the action when I'm acknowledged. This went on for about three or four years. And it's still going on, just not as much as when I was younger. After all, I am one of the pack now.
I got my ability to change into my wolf form when I was sixteen. It was so unexpected and it hurt like hell. After a while however, it started to become a part of me. It was like riding a bike in a sense. And the more I changed into my wolf form, the more I found myself loving it. Just not the part about the others reading my mind. See, I think a lot. A whole lot. And even I'm in my wolf form and just taking a little run, the others that are in their form could hear my thoughts. And some think I'm too smart for my age because of my thoughts. It's not my fault I think widely about the world and the other issues around me. It's annoying really. Because the other members of the pack are so immature. I can't handle it. And what's even worse, my mom is hoping that I imprint with one. AS FREAKIN IF! Just that thought makes me want to run away, which has been on my mind for a while now. I just don't feel like I belong in the pack, or the tribe, anymore. _____love me or leave me ; ;
I'm a very quiet person, but not in the shy kind of way. I love to think, a lot. It's just how I am. I comtemplate the smallest of things, think about current events and analyze what they could do for the future or if they have shown some concept of history repeating itself. I also have a strong opinion on what I believe in and I'm not afraid to fight you to prove that I'm right. I also can be quite bitchy when I want to be. If you dare annoy me past my limit, you would be either beaten selfless, or beaten selfless. In other words, I will hurt you and hurt you badly. Remember, I'm a werewolf and I'm not afraid to use all my strength to hurt you. But either than that, if I like you, I will be nice to you. Now, if you're a vampire, don't expect me to be so nice to you. I hate vampires, but I'd rather not explain the reason why._____there is always a back door ; ;
For a while, I've been thinking about running away from home. It's been on my mind about almost everyday. And when I think about it, it's usually in my human form so that the others don't hear my thoughts and tell my parents. They're already on my case as it is. I just hope that when I do run away, none of my pack members will hear my thoughts. Hopefully, I'll experience what Jacob Black experienced and be able to not be able to hear my pack's thoughts when I run away. Because bascially I'm turning my back on them. I just don't belong. I'm thinking about running away to Alaska. It's a place where no one would expect me to be. Although, I will be dealing with those damn blood suckers. Oh well, I'll just rip them to pieces if they want a piece of me.__________[ There are always safety »» precautions «« ]_____it's a spectrum of light ; ; #FF5580
_____none other than me ; ; werewolf
_____it's a trust thing ; ; D i R T i E de-TALES
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 6:16 pm
 oh my! it's nessa_______________she follows her own path of life.
Stopping mid-step, the wolf turned her head around to glare coldly at the newborns, all of them stopping cautiously and waiting to pounce. The wolf turned her full body to face them, baring her sharp teeth at them and letting out a low growl. The newborns backed away a few steps but bared their teeth at her as well. They got into a position that would prepare them to pounce on her, but she was ready as well. And just as quickly, she was ambushed, but she had a little advantage. The first newborn that came at her was a female with flowing long blonde hair, her eyes blood red. The wolf turned to the girl, piercing her teeth into the girls side, ignoring the fact that she was in pain herself from having to crush through such hard skin. The girl vampire let out a scream of pain, but she was paralyzed from having a pressure point snapped from the wolf's teeth. Tossing the lifeless, but still living body of the girl ten feet away, the wolf turned her attention to the other four that were advancing on her at the same time. This battle was going to be a lot harder now.
As a male with curly black locks pounced at her, the wolf tried her hardest to keep her eyes and other senses open for the other three. As she went in to attack the curly haired male, another of the newborns took this opportunity to pounce on her back and cling on with sharp nails. The wolf let out a loud and pained howl, almost collapsing to the ground. But she turned her head till her jaw and sharp teeth pierced through the arm of the newborn that pounced on her. He let out a painful yell, letting go and falling to the ground, but the others were already in for the kill. All three of them pounced at the same time onto the wolf, and together, they sunk their teeth into her skin, ignoring the fur. She let out an even louder howl to the moon above, trying to pry off the newborns that clinged to her. But she was slowly gaining consciousness as the blood running through her body was slowly decreasing through the bites. She tried to shake them off, all the while keeping her focus to stay awake.
Soon enough all five of the newborns were on her, in which time she was already on the ground, her blood coloring the snow below her paws. Lying there, waiting for death, many thoughts ran through her mind. About how those five newborns came to her village just hours ago and almost killed her tribe, her family. And to think that if she had ran away earlier, she would have lost her family and her tribe without knowing anything about it. Now, she was saving her tribe, by giving her own life. Fifteen people had died thanks to these blood thirsty vampires, and she would be one of them soon. But it as going to be worth it. I can't believe I've been so-- Everything went black before she could finish that thought.
Now that she was unconscious, the newborns had stopped their feeding and got up, thinking that she was now dead. "Stupid dog," they all said, wiping their mouths and then walked away deeper into the woods. The wolf was left unconscious, her blood soaking the white snow with red. A few meters away was a cabin that looked to be abandoned. As the sun slowly came up now, bringing the world dawn, the wolf took short and quick breaths. As she did so, the large wolf slowly turned form beast to human. A minute later, a beautiful, dark skinned girl of nineteen laid in the snow, her body heat melting the white specks below her to reveal green green grass and brown soil. She laid naked, her eyes closed lightly and her bare chest rising up and down in a quick pace. Five cresent bite marks were found on her neck, shoulder and leg, all of them oozing her blood. But they were quickly closing, and the poison from the bite marks was seeping its way into her remaining blood, killing her slowly and painfully. And even though unconscious, Vanessa Abygale Kenstin could feel the pain of death.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 5:25 am
He could feel it coming, in the way the humans looked up expectantly at the sky, their voices catching in excitement as they spoke. It had always been a wonder to him, even after a century of human years, how they could still be so excited at the coming of their golden God each and every year and yet choose to live here, in Alaska, where it lay hidden half of the time. And yet, he too could not answer this question for himself. The feeling of warmth against cold and lifeless flesh, tiny sparkles flashing like diamonds from every pore in his body, all of it fascinated him.. but it was also the reason he had to leave, each and every year. The sun.
That was one of the many drawbacks of being a vampire. No, you didn't burn at the sight of the sun. Stupid human fairy tales.. But any normal person seeing him, or any vampire, for that matter, while they were glistening in the sunlight would definitely cause a scandal, and keeping the secret was absolutely necessary when it came to this race. It was of utmost importance less you wanted the Volturi after you. That was something he could do without. He cringed at the thought of them. Most people respected their facade about protecting the vampire race, but he saw through all of that and saw their need for power. Not to mention the little ceremony they held each year, sacrificing humans for their own selfish needs.. At least most normal vampires put effort into hunting their pray, rather then having them willingly and yet unknowingly brought to you on a platter. Okay, maybe that was exaggerating a little. But not much.
But then again, he himself was not even a normal vampire as far as that went, and that was possibly where this biased opinion came from. He was what you would call a vegetarian vampire and, selfish as it might me, he could not see why every one of his kind should not be that way. Human life was nothing but weakness and vulnerability, but why should monsters such as himself pray on something like that? Enough people were murdered every day by their own kind, why raise the numbers? That was just the way he saw it. And there was no changing his opinion. He was much too stubborn for that.
But either way, his opinions had nothing to do with what he was doing today, the same thing every year when the sun came back to Alaska. Simply following rules, moving away from the populated city so that no one would witness him in sunlight. There was a cabin a hundred miles away from nowhere with his name written on it.. Hunting and sunbathing in peace; the thought was warming him already. But there was something out of place.. Something wrong. He could feel it already, and it was getting stronger the closer he got to his destination. That was when the heart-stopping- if such a thing were possible- howl came echoing through the trees of the forest. It was much too loud for normal wolves, and that meant only one thing, but there was also something else about it that caught his attention and quite possibly the attention of every other creature in the forest for as loud as it was. It was a cry of pain. And that was something he could not ignore. It seemed like only minutes, although it was probably even less than that, that was he closing in on the source of the howling. If he would have been paying less attention, he might have missed the strange scent in the air, but the closer he got the more pronounced and unbearable it became. It was the scent of newborn vampire and werewolf mixed, but the funny thing was that it wasn't the werewolf that disgusted his senses. That was more of an outdoorsy, woody scent, reminding him of being in the forest, while the newborn vampires smelled more sickeningly sweet than anything else in existence. How many had there been? Close to half a dozen? Was he too late..
At first it was the sight that proved his question to be false. About a hundred yards away, there was a figure lying on the snowy ground, although all of the snow had melted around the area in which it lay. And then the sound.. A heartbeat, although it was growing fainter by the second. It was palpitating strangely and he recognized the sound to be that of someone infected with vampire venom. For most, that would mean death, especially in a werewolf, but this was exactly the kind of thing he was meant for.. His vampiric gift would save this person's life today. Getting closer, he could tell now that this werewolf was of the female variety, and also that she wasn't wearing any clothing, most likely due to the spontaneous shape-shifting that he was sure had occurred earlier when she was attacked. She was beautiful, even as death crept up on her, but he was going to be the stop of that. Kneeling down, he gently took the girl in his arms and bent his head to her neck. He hesitated for just a moment, as always, noting how ironic it was that his gift should work in exactly the same method that would kill if it were any other vampire. A fraction of a second later, his teeth were sunk into her skin and the process of retrieving the venom from her body began. It took longer than he expected; obviously, she had been bitten more times than he had thought, and that was when he saw the crescent shaped scars that proved this fact. However, after several more seconds he pulled away from her and it was done..
Well, almost. He couldn't just leave her out in the cold, could he? Being a werewolf, he was more than positive that she wouldn't freeze, but that was just not proper etiquette for him. It would be an ironic scene for anyone watching, he thought humorously to himself, as the vampire picked up the werewolf and carried her into the cabin...
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 6:14 pm
oh my! it's nessa_______________she follows her own path of life. I must have died. That's probably why I'm so warm now. I know I've died. That's the only reason why I'm suddenly feeling something soft and warm under me. Or maybe...Maybe I'm not dead? The female could not understand what was going on right now. She had no idea where she was, or even how she got there. All she remembered was the pain she felt before everything went black and numb. She remembered the scorching pain that filled every part of her body, almost as if she was burning from the inside. The pain was too much to bare with, worser than when she had shape shifted for the first time three years ago. But now the memory of the pain was becoming more and more distant by the minute the longer she laid on...whatever she was lying on. Is this a bed? she thought to herself, using her fingertips to take in the feel of what she was lying on. For she did know that she was off her feet and off the floor by at least a few inches. There was a soft weight on her body. Was she wearing clothes?
Finally curious as to where the hell she was now, Vanessa opened her eyes slowly, revealing shockingly blue-green eyes with a Native tint to it. Blinking a few times, just to readjsut them to the little light that creeped in through the half closed window, the female turned her head here and there to take in where she was. For sure she was in a room, a rather large one, with grand wood as walls. There were no pictures, no paintings, nothing that would tell her who lived in this place. With no clue as to how she found herself here, Vanessa started to freak out a little bit. It just made no sense that just magically she found herself on a really comfortable bed with a really warm blanket covering her body. What made even more nonsense, was the fact that she was wearing clothes. The last time she wore clothes was yesterday before the newborns attacked her tribe.
The surrounding around her started to spin as she sat up slowly on the bed. She brought her small hand to her forehead, massaging it lightly from the sudden headache she was developing from having moved a little too quickly than she was suppose to. Letting out a soft groan, Vanessa slowly kicked off the blankets over her to look at her state. Every move she made however pained her, especially on her arms and on her legs. When lifting her arms up, her shoulders pierced her with blinding pain which made her fall back onto the bed. Taking in a deep breath, Vanessa sat up on the bed again, giving herself a moment to let the room stop spinning before she opened her eyes again to look at the room from a better position. Nothing much to look at really. The room was pretty empty besides the needed furniture like a desk and chair and then a couple of dressers. She noted that there was an elegant chair near a long window at the other side of the room, it had to be from during the time of the early 1930's, or at least she thought it was. After she brought her gaze away from the window and the chair, Vanessa's attention was on the clothes on her body.
The clothes were very loose on her. This told her one small, minor thing. The person that inhabited this place was a male. Looking down at the plain white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that sagged a little even when she was sitting, Vanessa ran a hand through her long, black hair and sighed. What the hell have I gotten myself into? Where am I? she asked herself in her mind, swinging her legs gently over the bed till her feet touched the wooden floor. A small shiver ran down her spine at how cold the wood was, but she did not feel that cold afterwards. All due to her raging body heat, Vanessa easily got over the coldness of the room. She was perfectly warm and felt that she didn't even need the clothes on her back to keep her warm. Of course, it's not like the clothes did any good since they revealed some skin, and because they were big on her. As she stood up, keeping a hand on the bed just in case she was to fall back from losing her balance, the female closed her eyes again to stop the spinning. Who would have thought that after a vampire attack she would become this weak.
Memories of the vampire attack flashed into her mind again. The feel of their teeth sinking into her skin, past her fur and sending pain all through her body even if the bite was directed only to one part of her body. Instantly, Vanessa's eyes dropped down to the two bite marks on her arm, which was now a crescent shaped scar. It was right below her elbow, and it as she ran a finger through it, she could feel the places where the teeth sunk into her skin. The scar was cold under her touch while the rest of her body was warm, almost hot. Bringing her hand up to her neck, she felt yet another crescent shape. Moving her hand across her neck, Vanessa paused as she felt yet another bite mark, one she knew was not suppose to be there. She had six bites. Was she attacked while she was unconscious? If so, then maybe she was dead. There was no way she could have survived six newborns attacking her, sucking all her blood from her body. "This is death. This has to be it. It's the only reasonable explanation as to why I'm here. But then..." her eyes went back down the clothes she was wearing, "Why am I wearing guy clothes?"
All this was starting to not make sense anymore. So she had to investigate what the hell was going on around. And for the most part, she was wondering how long she had been out. Minutes? Hours? Days? Months? While keeping her eyes, ears, and nose open to any sign of another life in this place, Vanessa walked to the door. Because the sweat pants were fairly big on her, she had to keep one hand on the clothing to keep it from slipping off her body while her other hand was resting on her chest, a force of habit she had when she was nervous. As she walked, she tried to think back to what happened after the newborns attacked her all at once. She had a faint memory of gazing at a blurry image of someone beautiful as he lifted her up into his arms before she lost consciousness. But the memory was so faint and blurry, she could not tell if the memory was even real. Letting out yet another sigh, flipping her long hair off her shoulders, Vanessa's eyes turned here and there as she walked down the hallway of the cabin.
She now realized this place was the cabin she had seen before being attacked. The female paused at the window, gazing at the sun above, shining a faint light into the cabin. The windows were tinted. As she was about to bring a hand up to the glass, her hand paused mid-air when a sweet smell filled her nostrils. Blue-green eyes widening to the size of ping pong balls, Vanessa stood motionless after taking in the scent. This cabin belonged to a vampire. Now that she was taking everything in, the smell was intoxicating, buring her nose. It was too sweet to take in. Vanessa closed her eyes again, almost praying that where she was was just a dream, and that when she opened her eyes, she would be back at home in her small comfortable bed, her mother calling her for breakfast. If I'm dead, I'm not in heaven. I'm in hell.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 7:08 pm
He sat downstairs from where she was, to the left of the house, the room humans normally referred to as the 'den' or 'living room,' or at least that was what they called it this day in time. The cabin was furnished with little furniture, seeing as he had not much need for it, but the few pieces that did exist were mostly intricate designs from the time of his human life, pieces that his mother had yearned over from foreign countries and was finally able to obtain when she married her second husband. Call it upper-classy, but it was simply a reminder of an old home, a memory, for him. The upstairs consisted of a master bathroom, being the first and only door you saw upon reaching the top of the stairway. If you followed the short hallway, the rest of the attic turned into the only bedroom in the house. There was nothing more than a large stereo system and two black leather-cushioned chairs with a round glass table in the middle of them to accompany this room. However, the floor was elevated towards the back of the room, and after you stepped onto the elevated portion, the floor sank bank down in a circular shape. The only objects in this lowered circle of the floor was the master bed and a nightstand. Although he didn't sleep, he sometimes lounged up there simply to listen to music and stare out of the window that consisted of the entire wall next to the bed. It was a vampire thing, the mirrored walls.
The downstairs wasn't much either, simply a kitchen and dining room the the right of the house, a smaller bathroom, and the living room to the left, which led outside to a porch with several seats and a table. Besides the fact that the windows were tinted, the cabin could easily pass for that of a bachelor with not enough interest in furniture to keep the place very stocked with it. He knew it would not be long before the girl departed down the stairs; she was already in the hallway up there, and there really wasn't anywhere else to go at this point other than down. He prepared himself silently for her appearance. At least he had the power of supernatural hearing, one of the few things he could admit that was blessed upon this monstrous species, because without it he would have not been prepared as to what her reaction would be at seeing him.. Her heart accelerated at one point, and he could feel the disgust in her thoughts even from here; she had realized where she was and what sort of person this place belonged to. Would she react in fear, or with violence, or some other emotion even? Relief, perhaps, for the fact that he had saved her life? He could only be so lucky.. It was usual that the werewolf species should hate the vampires, and although he had no such feelings toward his supposed rival species, he could not expect her to feel the same way. Maybe she had no idea that he had been the one to save her, but what other explanation could she have as to the fact that she was fully clothed and lying safely in the bed of his home? It was quite apparent that he was not going to harm her in any way. Being the gentlemen he was, he had even ventured into town the day after she had been rescued, to fetch the things she would be longing for when she woke up: food, fitting female clothing, toiletries, all of that kind of thing, the kind of thing he had never thought twice about placing in the cabin before now..
Yes, the day after she had arrived, the day he went into town.. it would be three days ago now. She had been out that long, but he knew that werewolves could go without sleep longer than humans, and that they made up for it by sleeping a long period of time when their bodies finally gave out. How long had she been running before the vampires had caught up with her? But there was also the fact of healing, and that would most definitely prolong the sleeping spell a bit. He took that into count, too. From what he could hear of her heartbeat and breathing, she seemed to be fine, if not almost fully recovered. Oh, he was sure everything on her probably ached more than he himself could possibly imagine, but at least she was walking. That was always a good sign. But then, and this was honestly what all the other thoughts and questions were leading up to, the big, final question that tied all of this together at the back of his mind, now forcing its way to the front..
Why do I care so much? But Matt could not answer this question for himself. It seemed only logical that he had saved her, hell, even clothed her in his own clothing, but why had he kept her here, with him? Returning her to town would have easily been no problem; he would have simply carried her off to a small town somewhere in Canada, during the night, so that no one could catch a glimspe of his sparkling skin. When he went off to gather supplies for her, he could have left her in that town, on that day.. but instead, he brought everything she needed back with him, instead of taking her to all of it and leaving her there to continue her own life as it was before the attack. Not that she wasn't free to do as she pleased now, but if he would have left her alone before all of this, she would have awakened, not knowing where she was or how she got there, but at least it would have been away from him. It was almost a fact that this girl was not going to be happy about seeing him, even if he had saved her life, so why had he kept her here these past few days? Honestly, I do not know..
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 11:44 pm
oh my! it's nessa_______________she follows her own path of life. Standing motionless in front of the tinted window was not going to give Vanessa the answers she wanted. But standing there did keep her wanting the answer that she did not want. What question was that? It was a question of whether or not there was actually a vampire in this cabin with her. Already she was fighting herself not to lose control of her body and give in to the wolf form. She was too much in pain for that right now. And plus, if she let herself loose, who knows what she would have done to this cabin, which she had to admit now, was pretty beautiful. It had that old-fashioned sense, even when there was little objects inhabiting the space. As her hand touched the cold glass of the tinted window, she wondered whether if she was kept captive or not. Maybe once she was better that vampire would come to her and kill her. Or maybe he was keeping her hostage for her tribe to come and get her for some ransom. At least, if there was a tribe to come and get her. Thoughts of her family and the rest of the tribe kept her worried, and she wondered if maybe she could turn into her wolf form to see if she could contact the other wolves. But the risk of transforming was too risky, even if the vampire downstairs was the one that saved her. There was a chance that the male did not even know she was a werewolf. Vanessa scoffed at this thought. Of course he would know. It was said that werewolves smelled like wet dogs or something like that.
Vanessa kept her ears open for any sound downstairs, which seemed to be the only way out of the hallway she was currently standing in. Maybe he was down there, maybe he wasn't. There were numerous maybes in her mind right now that it was giving her a headache. But there was one question that was always in her mind even with all this chaos running in her brain. How long have I been asleep? Could I possibly ask... Vanessa's blue-green eyes found themselves staring at the staircase that would lead her to whatever was downstairs. Then her eyes lingered down to what she was wearing, and she soon found herself blushing for some odd reason. It was probably the old-fashioned vibe that she felt in this cabin, but either way, Vanessa felt like she was slightly underdressed in clothes that didn't even fit her. Staring down at her chest, which could be seen thanks to the fact that the shirt was wearing was rather big on her, Vanessa decided that she would stay in the room for a while longer. Hopefully she could find some clothes that she could wear, even though she had no intention of impressing the damn vampire downstairs. If there was even one downstairs.
Stepping back into the large bedroom, closing the door lightly so as to not make any sounds, Vanessa peered through half closed eyes at the room she was in. It was fairly large and it looked even larger thanks to the fact that there was hardly any furniture around except the huge bed and the chair at the window. Letting out a sigh, the female stalked over to the dresser to see if there was possibly some clothes that she could wear that would at least fit her snuggly. To her surpise, there was actually female apparel in the dresser, and the next, and the next. What the? Did he buy all this for me? Or is there another one of him living with him? Hmm if there was, she is exactly my size." she thought to herself, dropping her hands to pick up a black long sleeve blouse that felt so warm to her touch. But it was a little too warm, and she was already sweating as it is in the clothes she was wearing. In the second dresser to the top, Vanessa blushed at what she saw in there. This guy sur did go far in giving her clothes to wear. Or maybe she was just lucky to have a female vampire the same size as her. It was no surprise since she was about average size for a nineteen year old, even though she was fairly tall for one thanks to her transformations.
In no moer than ten minutes, Vanessa had gotten over the fact that the male vampire had gotten her some female undergarmets, in which they were the right size, and some other lady products and stood in front of a full sized mirror at the other side of the room. She picked out a black shirt that hung off the shoulders and then some really dark skinny jeans. It had been so long that Vanessa had looked at herself in the mirror like she did today. Through the faint sunlight, she could see the crescent bite scars on her neck and the one on her right shoulder blade. I wonder how long I'm going to keep these scars. I hope these heal like all my other wounds. she thought to herself then grabbed the brush in her pocket and started to stroke her hair in slow strokes. Each lock was straighter than earlier. So by the time she was finished, her hair was stick straight, hanging off her back till it reached the middle of her back. Why am I making myself look pretty when I'm about to face the one species that I hate with all my self? This question swam through her mind as she fixed herself up, readjusting the sleeves of her shirt so that they hung off her shoulders properly, revealing light brown colored shoulders that looked soft, and felt softer to touch.
"Well, here goes nothing," the female spoke to herself in the mirror, letting out a deep breath before slipping into a pair of black flats and headed out the door towards the staircase that would lead her to all her answers. As she walked down the steps, Vanessa realized just how weak she was at the moment. Not only was she still sore all over, but it was growing more and more harder to breathe properly as she descended down the steps. Her heart was beating heavily as well, almost as if it was working a lot harder to let her blood pass through. There was no need to question why this was so. Vampire venom was suppose to stop the heart slowly. Vanessa now knew that this was true. And she also knew for certain that the venom had almost killed her. I wonder why that leech saved me. Why would he have reason to save me if we are basically born enemies? There were more questions where those came from. But at the moment, Vanessa was paying more attention on breathing properly so that she would not pass out and tumble down the stairs.
Once the female werewolf reached the bottom of the staircase, she took a pause for a brief moment before taking that last step and looked up into the room she was standing in. The first thing she saw was the kitchen. And instantly, her stomach grumbled for food. This was yet another clue as to how long she had been sleeping. Usually, Vanessa was hungry after a long sleep around the second day. So she must have been sleeping for about two or three days. It could not be more or her stomach would have grumbled painfully. Turning her eyes away from the kitchen, the female's eyes finally found the answer that she never wanted to know. Sitting in the living room near the door that led to what looked like the porch, was the vampire that "saved her life" from death. The first thing that Vanessa thoguht was that he was remarkably handsome, with perfect bone structure and pale skin that made him glow even without the use of light. He had short, scrawny looking hair. Almost as if he had been running a hand through it for a while now. The female then took in what he was wearing, which was, as she had predicted, slightly old-fashioned but with a hint of this century. Vanessa could feel her heart beating at above a steady rate as she stared at him. Never had she seen something to beautiful in her entire life. And yet, it was the one thing that she hated the most.
Anger creeped into through her veins the longer she gazed at the vampire. But she could not find herself to speak, say any kind of words. All she could think was how much she hated him and the rest of his kind. Who cares that he had just saved her from her death. He was still one of the reasons why she had lost people close to her heart. And she wasn't talking about the tribe and the attack that happened a week and a half ago. Just like that, her heart sank slightly at the memory of that unfortunate day. I thought I erased that memory. she thought, her blue-green eyes still staring at the leech in front of her. She awaited for him to speak, for she feared that if she opened her own mouth, she would do more than just yell at him for something he did not do. She even forgot about the fact that he had saved her. What point was there to be thankful for that when the others of his kind were just as horrible? Digging her hands into the back pocket of the skinny jeans she was wearing, Vanessa kept eye contact with the beautiful vampire in front of her, shoving all thoughts of just how amazingly gorgeous he was. he deserved no such thoughts from her. After all, they are born enemies. ll ooc:: Wow! I am sooo sorry this is longggg. ll
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 8:10 am
It seemed as though they remained there, him sitting, her standing, and stared at eachother for what seemed like an eternity. In all reality, it couldn't have been more than a minute, but time had a different meaning for those that lived eternally. He could feel the anger radiating off of her. At first it had been nothing but confusion, not that he could read minds or feel other people's thoughts like some vampires, but it was simple from the look on her face as to what she was thinking. Like an open book.. He could tell the second all of the confusion washed away and the rage poked its ugly head through, but then again, he had been expecting this, right? Then why should it bother me so much? It shouldn't. That was that. He broke free from his reverie then, needing to get back to the matter at hand. This girl was probably.. no, definitely looking for some answers, an explanation at the least.
Matt cleared his throat, and did something he had not been planning on doing. "I see you're finally awake.. Are you feeling alright?" No! That is not what I'm supposed to be saying! Where is this nonsense coming from? And yet, it continued from there. "My name is Matthew William Devatt, but you may call me Matt, if you prefer. Is there anything that I can get for you? I see you already found the clothing.." He looked her up and down in a causal way, trying not to be rude or let his eyes linger, but for some reason it was hard to keep them away. However, he managed to compose himself in half a second, something that would have taken males of another species much longer to do. He had to admit it; she was beautiful. Keeping his gaze locked on her stunning blue-green eyes was all he would allow himself to do, though, ever the gentlemen.
It was a good thing he was a vampire, and therefor didn't carry the burden of having to breathe, or stand up, or fidget. None of that nonsense. He simply remained seated on the leather settee, his eyes never leaving hers, although he was not entirely sure what the look on his face was speaking. Could she see through the amber eyes and into his thoughts? Of course, that was nonsense. Werewolves only had that sort of ability with those in their pack, and only if they were in wolf form, as well. He knew this. However, if she could read into them, she would probably find something that confused her. How could this monster, rival of her species, not want to destroy her? Even if he did not want to hunt her as prey, shouldn't he at least want to kill her? Right.. If I were a normal vampire.. but that's not the case at all, is it? Of course not..
He waited now for her reply, but was prepared internally for anything that she would throw at him, whether it be simply questions or a physical attack, although you wouldn't see this of the sitting vampire, who looked as though he might be enjoying company rather than facing something that he should hate. Once again, a simple vampiric illusion. It didn't matter if he were sitting, standing, or hanging from the ceiling for Christ sake, his thoughts would still be the same. This was probably an advantage, but he did not see it that way right now, for right now they were nothing more than a burden, as well as something he did not understand.. Once again, he wondered, why did he not simply send her off without another word? And, once again.. I do not know.
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 8:52 pm
oh my! it's nessa_______________she follows her own path of life. The thumping in her chest hurt like never before. She could not understand how the sound of the leech's voice could have this affect on her. Sure he was shockingly gorgeous, so gorgeous that any other girl would want to die just to be with him for one second. Vanessa was not like those other girls, she just knew it. But then why was her heart acting like she was one of them? As the male spoke, noting that his name was Matthew, Vanessa found herself confused at what he was saying. Maybe he was speaking some other language that she could not quite understand but she was trying to. Did he just ask if she was all right? And what was even more, he was talking to her like she was some friend that he has known for all his life. And what's even worse, he was speaking to her as if he was expecting her to stay in his life or something. This was far too much to take in. So much that Vanessa found herself backing away towards the staircase again while keeping eye contact with the male vampire. She could have looked away, but anger and his amber colored eyes kept her pinned.
Once she realized that she had paused for far too long to respond, Vanessa found herself turning a small shade of red on the cheeks. She could feel her face burn a little, more than her body heat would ever allow. Clearing her throat, and ignoring the fact that she had just caught the vampire staring at her body for a short, very short, moment, Vanessa took her hands out of her pockets and then crossed her arms tightly over her chest. She was still wondering why the hell she had dressed herself in what she was wearing since she was facing her enemy. "I'm fine. And yes I did find the clothes thanks. The clothes you put my body were far too big on me that they sagged way too much," she snared at him in such a cold voice that she was surprised it came out. Even though she was a little flushed at the fact that a handsome male, she still found a lot of anger in her that made her realize that this male was her sworn enemy, even if he didn't do anything to her tribe or her family. Either way, it was his kind that--Vanessa shook her head a little bit to stop the thought from continuing.
Vanessa felt obligated to thank the vampire, but her hate for the species made her hold her tongue. She just stood there now, with no clue as to what to say next. She did not feel like being nice to him, how could she? All she thought about vampires was how much she hated them, and how much she would never ever show any gratitude for them. They don't deserve it. she thought to herself as she fidgeted from one foot to the other and then stood straight and still. Suddenly her stomach started to grumble. Blushing an even darker red, luckily her skin was too brown to see it, Vanessa was the one that broke eye contact to look towards the kitchen. This Matthew guy did ask if he could get her anything. But, since she did not trust him the slightest, no matter what he did for her, she headed over to the kitchen, wincing at the soreness of her legs. "As for whether you could get me something. I'll do it myself thanks," she snapped coldly and then walked into the kitchen. She could feel his eyes on her as she stepped inside and looked around.
Since she had no idea what the hell was in this kitchen, Vanessa had to use her sense of smell to guide her to wherever was good food to eat. She first started at the fridge, since she was afraid to take in a whiff of the house. Even when she was not breathing deeply she could smell the sickening scent of the vampire in the other room. And her head was spinning already as it is from little whiffs of the scent. Bringing a hand to her nose, she breathed through her mouth. When she reached the fridge, Vanessa opened the fridge door and gazed at the variety of food in it with surprise. Those leeches eat human food? Or is this all for me? What the? Is he expecting me to stay long? So many more questions came into her head as she looked at the many varieties of food in the fridge. Letting out a sigh, she took out a bottle of water and then a pack of ham and tossed them into the counter behind her. After that she stalked over to the cabinets beside the fridge. Inside was not that much food, but there was quite a few canned foods. Moving on to the other cabinet on the other side of the fridge, Vanessa saw a whole lot of grains. This food must be enough to last a whole winter. she thought then grabbed the pack of wheat bread and tossed that onto the counter.
The female stepped back into the living room with a ham sandwich in one hand and the opened water bottle in her other. Her eyes went right to the vampire still on the seat. "Just curious. How long have I been out? And also, why is there all those girl's clothes up in the room I found myself in? Do you have some female bloodsucker living with you or something?" she asked, leaving on the threshold of the kitchen and then took a bite of her sandwich. What she was doing was impolite she knew that for sure, which was the reason why she was doing it. Sipping on the water bottle, Vanessa kept her blue-green eyes on the vampire, noting how pale his skin was and other little facts about his appearance. What took her in the most was his amber colored eyes. She had heard that most vampires were suppose to have some kind of redder eyes, but he was different. And the way he looked at her, it confused her a bit. He had this appreciating look on his face, not like other vampires who looked at their life enemies. "Look, what is your deal? A bunch of your little friends had about killed me outside when they attacked me. They were pretty much doing you a favor. Why did you save me?" she asked, taking yet another bite of her sandwich as well as take a sip of the water. When both contents traveled down her rather dry throat, Vanessa turned her full attention back to the vampire, awaiting his answer.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 6:14 am
Matt stared at her for some time, noting with interest at each of the subtle things that were happening to her. Most would not notice, but the increased tempo of her heartbeat and rush of blood to her face was something that even a vegetarian vampire could not overlook. What was going through this female werewolf's head? He wondered this absently during the period of seconds -maybe it was a minute, he wasn't really sure- that she continued to stare him down without speaking. When she finally decided to speak, he could tell by the blood that rushed into her cheeks as well as the look on her face that she had realized she was taking too long, and Matt couldn't help the humor that crept into his own amber eyes. However, he stifled the chuckle and waited for her to finish the question. It was amazing sometimes, even to him, how he could form all these thoughts just during the time frame of Vanessa opening her mouth to speak and then closing it once again at the end of a sentence, and yet he still grasped every word she had said. It was most definitely a vampire thing. Otherwise, all these distracting thoughts, and not to mention the distracting looks of the person speaking to him, would have him rendered completely useless.
But, he held his composure nonetheless, as flawlessly as before. It didn't take much. Just sitting, forming normal breaths, changing his stance every so often, all human-like gestures he had formed over the years to make others feel at ease in his presence so that he remained as inconspicuous as possible. She was answering his question, or statement, rather, about finding the clothes. And yet.. it sounds more like a complaint to me. Maybe she should be more grateful.. If it was anyone else, I'm sure clothing would be the last thing on their minds at finding someone as stunning as she is lying unconscious in the snow. His mouth turned down in a grimace. She probably thought it was in retort of her comment on the clothes, but it wasn't. It was from his own thoughts, the thought of what could have happened to her if he had not found her. It shouldn't bother him so much. He reminded himself this over and over. And yet it did.
And then she was speaking again before he could form anymore such thoughts. It was almost a relief.. Watching and listening to her was a distraction from the inner turmoil bubbling underneath the surface of his short, tousled hair. Had he really been rubbing his hands through it? Such a human gesture, and he didn't remember doing it just to put on a front as with most of the other human things he did.. Matt watched Vanessa now as she stormed through the kitchen. Besides the unusually charming outdoorsy scent that emanated from her, she reeked of stubbornness and determination to not ask for his help with anything. Once again, the humor crept into his face without being forced back down. She seemed to busy to notice. What a relief. He was taken aback, however, when she spoke of another female living with him. Damn.. I guess I did overdo it a little with the food and clothing. But then again, werewolves ate more than the average human, and he'd never met a girl that had enough clothing in her opinion. But back to the question.
What a strange thing to ask, he thought, as he opened his mouth to speak. Or maybe it wasn't so strange. Most vampires traveled in pairs. Maybe he was just a loner, although not really by choice. A word was forming on the inside of his mouth when she spoke again, asking a question that took him by surprise even more than the last one, and also the question he had been hoping that she would not ask just yet. Not until he found an answer. "To answer your first question, no, I do not have someone else living with me. Those are all for you. I apologize for overdoing it a little, but feel free to take as much as you want, and of the food, too, as you know I have no such use for it..
"But to answer your second question, although it may seem strange to you, I am what you would call a vegetarian vampire. I do not drink the blood of humans, or werewolves, for that matter. I hunt animals in the forest, much as you would do in your other form. But even besides that, I cannot stand to see someone being hurt, even if they are supposed to be my enemy. I know that is what you are thinking about; the fact that I am supposed to be your enemy.. but I am afraid that I must disprove your theory by admitting that I have no such feelings towards you."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 1:18 am
oh my! it's nessa_______________she follows her own path of life. So Matthew's first answer was not something that she would expect. Vanessa thought that a handsome guy like him would have found someone to spend his life of eternity with already. But then again, all of his kind was beautiful, there is no argument about that. It was just a matter of finding the person you wanted to spend your eternal life with. This thought made Vanessa wonder if maybe the way vampires find a mate was just how her kind did it. With imprinting. Taking a bite of her sandwich, keeping her eyes on the male in front of her, Vanessa's mind whirled circles over thoughts of his kind. She could not help but be so curious. She was standing in front of her enemy, and yet, here he was not even thinking about hurting her. Hell he even saved her. And looking close enough, the male looked like he didn't even feel bothered with her smell, which would have probably disgusted the others. Everything about this bloodsucker was confusing.
And then there was the fact that he didn't consider her as an enemy. This shocked her, not so much but all the same, it shocked her. To have some kind of movement, she brought the water bottle up to her lips and took a long sip before bringing her attention back to the vampire. Her heartbeat increased slightly when her blue-green eyes met his amber ones. There was kindess in his eyes, she could read it all over them. He was making it so easy for her to trust him, but she was not going to give him. Who knows if he had some kind of alternative plan besides the one he was most probably playing at right now. Honestly, Vanessa wanted to believe hte bloodsucker. But with her last experience with them, not including the newborns, she could not trust them ever. They had damaged too much of her life just with that one incident. Popping the last little bit of her sandwich into her mouth, the female pushed herself off the wall and walked to the other side of the living room, close to the staircase. "Look, Matthew, I'm not going to tell you how grateful I am that you saved me. I'd probably be lying through my teeth if I did so," she said, crossing her arms over her chest again. Her eyes were cold and hard now. As she spoke, she could feel the anger in her body flow through her blood again.
With a sigh, she continued. "I don't know about the rest of you bloodsuckers, but the last I dealt with their words, they ended up scarring my life for good. You may say that you find no reason for us to be enemies, but I have plenty." And at that, Vanessa crossed the room without a look back at the male and then opened the door that led to the porch. There was a strong wind outside, but Vanessa was used to it. With her hand on the open door, she turned her head to look at the male vampire at the chair again. "And if you're curious, my name's Vanessa. Vanessa Kenstin." The door slammed shut behind her as she muttered her last name. Right when she stepped outside the wind was already fighting against her. The thought of people living here made her think that they were crazy. As she turned to look back towards the cabin, she wondered if it was a good idea to leave just like that. After all, Matthew had been taken care of her for how long she had been asleep.
Rubbing at her arms to keep herself warm, even though her body heat was doing that already, Vanessa sat on the top step of the porch steps and sighed, the breath of air visible in the wind. What a bad idea to wear short sleeves. Eh, it's not that cold anymore anyway she thought and then leaned back on the palms of her hands, her eyes staring up into the sky. At the moment, she wondered what Matthew would do. Would he say good riddence of her departure? Or would be come out to see if she had left? After all, he did spend all that money to buy her the clothes she had found in the dressers. And then the food. That was when she realized the water bottle still in her hand. God what did I get myself into? was the question that swam through her head at the moment while the wind blew fiercely, blowing her long hair in front of her face.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 8:47 am
She was mad.. That much he had been expecting from the start. But the reason behind her logic was what puzzled him. Something had happened in her past, which meant that it was not just him, not the fact that she hated vampires just because her species was supposed to. It was more than that, and for reasons unknown, that brought a sense of peace about him. This werewolf seemed different than all of the others he had ever come in contact with or even heard about through news and stories. From what he knew, werwolves were loyal to their pack and their leaders, so much that it usually overshadowed their own thoughts and opinions on things. If the leader likes this, the pack likes it, and vice versa about dislike.. But for her, she did not just hate his species because she was told to do so, it was from her own opinion formed by something that had happened to her. Did that mean that once, before whatever happened to her had occurred, she felt the same indifference to his species that he felt towards hers? "I must be delusional.. Must be time to hunt." This was muttered after she had stormed off outside and onto the porch.
But the thought didn't leave him, even as he tried to rationalize with himself. Could she ever feel that way again? But he knew that in the back of his mind, "indifference" wasn't exactly what he was hoping for from her. However, he refused, and hopefully for the last time, to let these thoughts continue. He needed something to capture his interest. Hunting. That was it.. Not that he couldn't hold out a while longer. It was what he usually did; wait until the thirst was completely unavoidable, until the fire in his throat felt as though it would consume the rest of his body before he finally gave into it, but just this once he would make an exception. He needed to get away from here, from her, so that his mind would somehow find a way to function sanely again. Either she will be gone by the time I get back.. or I'll have come to my senses enough to send her away.
Matt finally moved from the sette, for the first time since she had come down the stairs, and stood up. A funny thought occurred to him that any normal human would have found the need to stretch after sitting for so long, but of course that was not so for him. He remembered Vanessa walking from several different spots in the room as she spoke, sipping on the water bottle or taking a bite from her andwich every so often, nothing more than nervous fidgeting.. but then he broke off from this thought. Had he really been paying that much attention to her? Why? It was not that he wouldn't have noticed these things anyway; his senses would have picked up on every movement without him even thinking about it. But that was the point. He had been paying attention, something he wouldn't have needed to do other than the fact that he had wanted to do it. Matt growled angrily at his self at this point and moved hurriedly to the door leading outside where Vanessa was. This was going to stop right now.
The vampire pushed the door open in what would have been an angry shove for a human, but it opened just as gracefully as though the wind had blown it that way. His amber eyes found her blue-green ones-still as stunning as ever- immediatly. The words that came out of his mouth seemed to be coming in the form of a hiss, although he tried to sound as calmly as possible. "I'm going out to hunt. Feel free to take anything with you when you go." He sped off as soon as the words were spoken, not taking a single look back at her as he ran close to the speed of light into the woods. The regret took a little longer to reach him, but as soon as she was out of sight, even for him, it hit. He regretted the way he had spoken, as well as the fact that he did not tell her that she could stay as long as she wanted, but it was better this way. The only other thing he regretted, although not as much as the first, was the fact that he hadn't allowed just one last look at what had to have been one of the most glorious looking creatures he had ever laid eyes on.
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