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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 8:12 pm
The front of the town's newspaper fluttered across the ground as the wind blew in gentle gusts. It floated from off the pier and across the beach's white sand. A pale hand was reached out, gripping the ground fiercely. A black liquid was smeared across its skin and upon the sand it touched.
Thugs Charged With Murder
Three of the town's greatest thugs were charged with the murder of Flint Bateman, a recently new citizen of the town, three days ago. His body has yet to turn up. Authorities are continueing their search and ask for any knowledge you might have.
A slender hand picked up the paper as it rolled over the ground. A young girl looked at the picture and then to the body that lied washed up on the ground before her.
"They,.... are the same?" she whispered, her golden locks flowing over her young shoulders.
A groan emitted from the pile of flesh as it pushed itself up, silver hair falling into its face. Black liquid poured from the wound in its chest. A cold steal pipe had been thrusted straight on through and was still lodged within.
The girl gasped as the body looked to her, it's silver blue eyes piercing her soul.
"Mr.Bateman?" she whispered gently, taking a step closer.
Flint brought his hands up to the pipe that protruded through his chest and gripped it firmly. He took a deep breath before yanking hard, pulling the pipe from the wound. He threw it to the side, the surface coated in black.
"Are you alright sir?"
A rage took over him. It was power he couldn't control. He looked up from the ground to the girl, his eyes filled with hunger. It was like he wasn't inside his own body as it lunged forward and pulled the girl to the ground. He bit deep into her neck, her warm blood flowing into his mouth and dancing upon his lips. He closed his eyes as a sense of ecstasy over whelmed him.
The body was limp in his hands by the time he had regained control of himself. Tears started to flow from his eyes as he looked to the girl's face. Terror was etched into her very soul. To think, he had caused her such fear in the last few moments of her short life.
"What am I?" he whispered to the crash of the waves.
"What have I done?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 8:26 pm
Dasha sat in darkness, alone. All of the shades were drawn over the windows, all of the doors were shut and locked. She sat in the middle of her bed, her knees bent underneath her, her hands folded up, covering her mouth. Her eyes stared out at the darkness in front of her. No matter how dark the room was, however, she could still see everything. But that was beside the point. Her eyes weren't staring at anything. They were staring through the floor at nothing. Her eyes were bloodshot, which looked quite odd with her not having normal blood.
She had stumbled across a newspaper earlier that day by chance. She never read the newspaper but the story had caught her eye. First the story of the thugs made her remember what she had done a while back. But then she saw Flint's name. She felt like the world was crashing around her. She went into a daze after reading part of it, she couldn't even read it all. She had somehow stumbled back to her house, locked all of the doors, and shut herself in her room. She couldn't see anyone, she couldn't talk, she couldn't do anything.
It was funny, the feeling she had when he had kissed her was almost the same feeling she got when she read of his murder. She was in a dream, though this time, it was a nightmare.
No tears left her eyes. She had her own different way of coping. For the time, all she could do was sit there, unmoving.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 6:26 pm
His body shook with a great force as tears of black streamed down his face. The folds of the girl's dress fell over his fingers as he held her tight. Was he trying to show her that he cared? That he hadn't meant to take her life as he had? He wanted to give it back, to never have seen her.
Why did these things happen to him?
Soft footsteps echoed in his ears as a thin woman walked across the sandy ground. He looked to her and was surprised to see the stall vendor that he had bought a scarf from for Dasha. A grim smile was stretched across her lips as she came to his side and loomed above him. Her hands were clasped withing each other and hung at her waist, her frilly blue dress waving in the wind. Though he knew she was blind, he still felt her gaze upon him.
"It wasn't your fault," she said simply as he stared at her, clinging the girl to his chest.
"What do you mean? I'm a monster," he said through his anger. He didn't know how she knew what was going on, but at this point he didn't know what was going on at all.
"Yes, a monster indeed. You are a child of a bloodline from long ago. It was your ancestors that cursed you with this fate. You had and have no choice in the matter," her smile had slipped away now and she was rather serious when she spoke next, "You are now one of the few that stand against the hands of time. You are a Vampire."
Her words struck him to his core. Vampire? But that was just a creature of lore from long ago wasn't it? Wasn't it? Oh, he didn't know! His mind refused to listen, to try and make sense of all that was happening.
"Look around you. Think of what you last remember. Does it all not fit together so perfectly? Long ago your blood ran through the veins of one of the three vampire hunter clans. Your ancestors fought to seal away the hideous beings that stole our young and haunted our dreams. We were the strongest and bravest as we set out to destroy them. A curse was set upon us as he killed their leader, the mother of thousands. She loathed us, but in the end she got what she wanted. She turned us into the things that we wanted dead. When we were in death's icy claws, where ready or not, we were fooled. As our souls grew weak we got ready to leave this world forever, falling into a sleep that lasted sometimes for weeks, others only days. But the bitter truth was that we woke. Our blood ran black and cold. A hunger like no other gripped us as we strove to cover our ears from the sounds, our eyes from the sun, and our noses from the horrid smells that we once found enjoyable. We had become Vampires."
Flint grimaced in anger and in sadness as he listened. Lies, he told himself, all lies. "Who are you..."
The woman drew herself up straight as she growled, "A proud Vampire Hunter turned into the prey. I am a Vampire and I am your ancestor."
Flint grew silent as his mind shook. Eyes wide, he stared into the young girl's dress. So it was true? He could deny it no longer. He was here, alive. He remembered all that had happened. The ambush, the blood,... the pain. He gripped his stomach and was shocked to find that it was completely healed. Yet another thing that bewildered him.
"You had lost so much blood.... even an experienced vampire wouldn't have been able to hold themselves back. You had to replace what you had lost. You had to heal."
He choked back a sob as he held the girl tight, "But,... she was so young. I stole her life."
The woman fell silent for a moment before holding out her arms. "Give her to me please," she asked as she crouched down slightly.
"What will you do with her? She is dead. There is nothing we can do."
Once again the woman smiled at him, "Death is not always the end. You yourself are proof of that."
He stared at her for a moment longer before placing the girl's body in her arms gently. How was she going to take care of her, the woman couldn't even see. He didn't know anything.
"Flint... go home. Go anywhere but stay here. Get a change of clothes. Talk to someone. You need to go on with your life...."
He looked up to see her gone. So his life was over? No,... like she said. It wasn't always the end... and he had to go on. He covered his face with his hands as he sat there. Where would he go? What would he do?
How was his family? How was Dasha?
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 6:41 pm
Boots shuffling against dirt, Dasha wandered in the street. She looked like the dead walking. Any life, any emotion was gone from her eyes. Her face lay barren of anything at all. She was just going through the motions. Extend left leg, plant foot on ground, bend right at the knee, bring it forward, place right foot on ground, bend left leg at the knee, repeat.
She wasn't even entirely aware of what she was doing. People passed her in the street, looked at her, and kept going. Her boots were smeared with mud and dirt from the puddles she had stepped in, the pavement she had avoided. She wore nothing but a tube top and a miniskirt to cover herself, other than her boots, obviously. The stares could have been partially from that fact. It was quite cold outside, after all.
She went on like this for a while when she suddenly came to a stop. She stood int he middle of the street. A small gust of wind tugged at her long purple locks. Slowly, she turned her head, looking quite machine-like in her movement. She looked to the house she stood next to. It was Flint's. Or it had been. She stared. She had never been inside. In fact, she had never actually been shown where he lived. She just knew.
And she just stared. Part of her wanted to go and knock on the door. Maybe he would answer, prove her wrong. But she knew it was a false hope.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 7:10 pm
Flint froze in the middle of the street as he stared at the figure before his house. He had planned on going inside when he noticed who was standing before its entrance. The wind blew ever so gently, his silver hair waving in the wind. Black blood still covered his body and face. His black button up shirt was soaked in it and a there was a ripped circle just above his stomach.
The setting sun cast harsh, dark shadows across the ground. They stretched and distorted as they ran over the cobblestone street. Her purple hair waved gently, spilling over her shoulders. It was her.
Why was she here?
Why are you here, "Dasha...?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 7:28 pm
Dasha was pulled out of her thoughts at the sudden sound of a familiar voice. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't believe it. Slowly, she turned to look at him and a mixture of shock and horror was written over her face. She didn't believe it at first. Her eyes...where they tricking her? She stared at his face before her vision fell to his stomach and black liquid that covered it. Somehow, it's meaning, it's familiarity, didn't register in her mind just yet. Her fingers coiled up again as she stared at him.
"F-Flint....?" she stuttered in disbelief. Her hand came up to her mouth as she stared at his stomach. Slowly her eyes traveled back up to his face. Her eyebrows were drawn together in slight horror. Was...she mistaken? Did it just look like Flint? Did he read the papers wrong? Did someone want revenge on her? What was going on?
She took a step back, her one hand hovering over her lips while the other fell behind her back. "Flint?" she repeated.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. "How /dare/ you?!" she practically yelled. "How dare you! You left! You....you died! You said you'd see me soon! You said you'd get some rest. You promised...How...How dare you?!" Her voice was shrill by the end, pain written clearly through all of her features. Her body trembled visibly, her hand shaking over her mouth. A single tear dripped from her eye and fell down her cheek. All of the years of having no emotions finally spilled out.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 7:38 pm
Pain filled his face as his brows furrowed and he tried not to cry before her. He had done so much damage. Caused her so much pain.
"Dasha.... I'm... I'm so sorry. I-" he faltered, waited a moment, and then shut his mouth, hiding his fangs. He didn't know what to say. There was nothing... he could say... to take back all the hurt.
He took a step forward, wanting to hold her... to be held. He wanted to love her. But how could he? How could she love him back? How, when he didn't even love himself?
"I-.... I've done something horrible Dasha. I've hurt you. I've hurt so many people. I wanted to... I wanted to see you as I promised. I wanted to be with you. I wanted to hold you... my princess."
Black lines marked his face from where the tears had made their tracks and they were threatening to once more slide upon his now even paler skin.
"I still love you..," he whispered.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 7:48 pm
Dasha stared at him, her lip quivering now. It was him. She wanted to scream. Everything bottled up inside was coming out and she needed a release. Her first was to yell at him but now...now she didn't know what to do.
Another tear welled in the corner of her eye. It seemed to get stuck there for a moment before it fell, sliding down the side of her nose and over her purple lips. She took in a quick, shaking breath and finally couldn't hold back any longer. She broke out into a run, headed straight for him. She practically tackled him, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his shoulder. The dampness and dirtiness of his clothes didn't even register in her mind nor did the familiar smell. She just stood there, clutching his shirt in her hands.
"Flint...." she sobbed, choking on her own words. "I'm sorry..."
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 7:55 pm
Flint was pleasantly surprised when she ran towards him. He wrapped his arms around her in a hug, his hands clenching her gently. He resting his head slightly on hers as he whispered into her ear.
"Not as sorry as I princess."
He held her tight, like he had the girl who's life he had claimed. He would never hurt Dasha though. She could threaten his life, even take it, and he would never put up a fight. He was hers. She had his heart entirely. Perhaps it was silly, a child's love. But to him, it was more real than anything he had ever before experienced.
"Can you ever forgive me?"
.: ;A; Ohmigosh,... /sobs/ Save me now please? I forgive you! Take me! Me I say! :.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:02 pm
Dasha just stood there, clutching him as she had. She didn't move at all. She didn't want to.
"Just don't let go," she said, partially in response to his question and partially just because she wanted to.
She felt her stomach flutter. In her messed up thinking process, the word "love" never crossed her mind. All she knew was that she was devastated when she thought she had lost him and now she never wanted to leave.
Something that slowly came into her consciousness was that he wasn't as warm as he had been. She pushed it aside, not caring for the fact that she was there with him and that was all that mattered.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:09 pm
His body shook ever so slightly as he hugged her tighter, one of his arms around her shoulders and the other reaching up as he gripped the back of her neck. He never wanted to let go. But so much had changed. What would happen when she found out? Should he hide it?
No, he thought, As much as I love her... I could never lie to her. Ever... She deserves to know.
"Dasha,..." he whispered, fear in his voice, "Dasha... I'm.... I'm a monster Dasha. When... I died.... I'm no longer what you once loved. I'm so sorry...."
.: Why are our characters so good? I mean, gawd. Most men would be like "Whatever... she doesn't need to know..."... I think I'm making him too girly. XD :.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:16 pm
((Hahaha, I think that's the point. That may just be part of the reason Dasha likes him XD))
Dasha paused, slowly opening her eyes which were wet with tears. 'I died...' the words echoed in her head. So he admitted....but that meant....
The sudden realization hit her and she realized what she had been smelling, what the black ink was. She straightened up quickly so she could look him in the eye.
"Flint...are you saying...." she began before her eyes looked down to his stomach again. One of her hands was torn away from the clutch she had on his shirt and she placed on his lower chest, just at the top of the black liquid. "Are you...." She couldn't even finish her sentence. Thoughts jumbled around in her mind. What did this mean? If he was then...then she wasn't alone anymore. She didn't have to worry about him finding out anymore. Her purple and blue eyes shot back up to look at his. "...a vampire?"
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:22 pm
He winced, his brows still furrowed as sorrow took over him.
It was hard to say it. Hard to accept the fact.
"Yes," he cringed, "I'm a vampire...."
But how did she know? Maybe she knew about the legends and put two and two together.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:29 pm
Dasha stared in slight shock as he confirmed what she had already concluded. Slowly, a smile formed on her face despite his obvious displeasure. "Flint...." she said, joy, oddly enough, entering her voice. "That's great."
It probably wasn't what he wanted to hear at the moment but she didn't even think about it. She grinned and opened her mouth. She brought her hand up and poked one of her fangs with her thumb, lifting her lips enough so he could see. She then wrapped her arms around his waist once more, putting her head back on his shoulder.
"I'm not alone anymore," she practically whispered.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:33 pm
There it was.... The brick wall he had just been rammed into. His blood made suck a pretty picture, the way it splattered on the red. Like an ink blot.
He was frozen, unable to comprehend all that had happened... was happening...
She was... happy? His face was a mixture of confusion and sadness.
He had been loving a vampire this entire time....
He.... they... were vampires....?
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