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 Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:47 pm
Dasha was so happy by the fact that she wasn't alone that she hadn't even noticed Flint's reaction. She was so preoccupied that she didn't even think about how he would have felt. She had lived with the fact for her entire life, she didn't know what it was like to suddenly find out what she was. She had always known. So she didn't realize how he felt, nor did she know what he had done.
After a moment, she opened her eyes again but didn't let go of him. "Flint....what happened?" she asked finally, remembering the thugs. He said he died. The newspaper said he was killed. Something had to happen.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:54 pm
Slowly, he found his voice.
"I was beaten. Because of the drugs the three of them... I had no chance of fending them off. They knew that..... They stabbed me through here," he brought up his hand and pointed to the hole in his shirt, "with a broken pipe... I pulled it out. I assume it's still on the beach. Well,... wait. They threw me in the ocean first... I woke up on the beach... There was this girl.. and I..."
He couldn't hold back the tears as the guilt set over him.
"I killed this little girl... I couldn't restrain myself... I... gawd, I'm such a monster!"
He shuddered as he tried to push it out of his mind.
.: Aaaaand, we get to wait till we see the girl once again. I wonder if she'll have a vendetta or not... :.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:59 pm
Dasha stared at him as he explained. The realization slowly washed over her and her happiness faded. "I'm sorry," she said, not entirely sure what else to say. "You're not a monster, Flint. It couldn't be helped. I...well...there's a reason we left Russia." She didn't care to specify anything more. The fact that she had hinted at her past was enough for her for the time. She didn't want to go into. He didn't need to hear it for she doubted it would help anything, anyway.
Guilt pounded in the back of her mind. She wondered...if the thugs were the same. "Did they say...why they beat you?" she asked, almost not wanting to know the answer.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 8:25 pm
Flint pushed her away, his grip soft upon her shoulders.
"It was nothing I haven't heard before. That I was odd, that I didn't deserve to be here. They had the notion that it was I who had made their friend go missing.... but I think that wasn't the reason they killed me. At least, not all of it. But it doesn't matter."
He took a short step back, taking in everything that had happened.
"Why couldn't it have all just stayed like it was? I was happy... for the first time in... a very long time... A-and... now this has happened," he gave a nervious laugh as he let go of her, "To be honest... I think I'm more torn up over the girl, never mind me and you... being what we are. Heh,... I-if... if you had seen her face. Perhaps you would understand...."
A single pair of tears rolled down his face as he looked at his hands. "Blood is nothing new to me... Nor is death. I have faced it many times and have caused it to take hold of someone's soul... but.. never before have I killed someone who was so innocent... so unworthy of such a hefty punishment. The terror I had given her... It was so cruel of me.... Dasha...," he fell silent for a moment before speaking once more, "Do I no longer have a heart that can feel love? Am I so cold, that now I can only withstand the hate and sadness of this world?"
He looked up to her and saw once more the woman he had fallen in love with. No,... nothing had really changed. Even faced with the news of her being such a being, he still loved her. He still felt the same. Just looking at her, the day seemed to be a tad brighter. A tad less gloomy.
"Or is it.... that you have stolen it? Even in all this,..madness. The simple picture of you offers some hope."
He regained the space between them and pulled her towards him, his face close to hers.
"Dasha, have you stolen my heart?"
.: How so confusing.... I swear, he must be PMSing or something. :.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 6:31 pm
Dasha stared at him as he spoke. His first few sentences caused her to wince inwardly. They had attacked him because of what she had done. Or at least, partially from what she had done. She had never been one to realize the full potential consequences of her actions. She could have killed him, in her own way, and, if he hadn't been what he was, he would have been gone. She felt guilt beating down on her but she was quickly forced to think of other things as his sentences continued.
She took on a look of slight confusion as he spoke,her hands coming together in front of her as he stepped away. She didn't quite understand. He was...upset? She wasn't sure. His words didn't quite compute in her mind. She understood that he was upset about a girl but...
And then he brought her into it. She stared even more intently. "Flint..." she whispered. When he once again was close to her, she hardly moved. She just stared, her lips parted just slightly. She stared, hardly breathing.
"I..." she stuttered, not knowing what to say. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly and her lips closed together. Finally, she paused, gathered her thoughts, and spoke.
"Flint, I'm very sorry for what happened," she said, looking him in the eye. Slowly, she leaned in closer to him so that her head was next to his and her mouth was next to his ear. Her lips brushed the edge of his ear as she whispered her next sentence. "Is there anything I can do to make it better?"
((Yes, and he succeeded in confusing Dasha who is now in seduce mode...))
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:12 pm
"I-....," he wasn't sure. There was so much angst within him...so much emotion. Was he to just... forget it all. Oh what to do!
But it was there, the love for her. Why worry about all that was to come. All that had happened. Why not, instead, relish in the fact that he could once more be with his love.
He wrapped his arms around her tightly, his hands clinging to her tightly. He held her to him tightly. Within there was a flicker of warmth, a warmth that grew strong with the passion of love and flourished.
.: Fuwah, look. He is actually warm blooded :.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:20 pm
Dasha closed her eyes as he embraced her once again. She felt his body against her's and she once again felt the slight warmth that had been so comforting before. She let her head touch the side of his lightly and she brought her hands up and placed them against his chest.
"I think we should leave the streets," she whispered, opening one eye to look around. It was empty but she still didn't want to be in the middle of a street. They had been there long enough.
She was about to speak again when she re-thought her words. She wanted to go somewhere....anywhere. Some building that would give privacy. But the thought that his family was probably still unaware of his living status crossed her mind. He probably wanted to see them first. The thought made her unhappy. True, she was being selfish, but she wanted him at the moment. She didn't want to share. So she simply stood there and buried her face in the crook of his neck.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:25 pm
.: He doesn't need to see his family right now anyway... |D :.
"Then we can leave.... where to?" he asked, holding her tight, "I can't even think of seeing my family. Not like this... I'm a mess. Both physically and mentally.... I'm sorry for having to make you deal with this."
.:Ah, yes. An uber short post. :.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:34 pm
She smiled at his answer. Her and her selfish self were pleased.
She rolled her head over slightly so that her cheek was against his neck now so she was free to talk. "We can go back to my place," she replied, her words still slightly muffled by his shoulder. "You've been there before, haven't you? I mean, not inside...but you've seen where it is. It's not too far."
She paused and reluctantly pulled her head away from him so she could look at him. "If that's okay with you."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:44 pm
A small, very small, smile spread across his lips as he looked into her eyes.
"As long as I'm with you anything will do. I just need some time... that is all. A place to gather everything together."
He kissed her lightly upon the lips, savoring every moment with her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:56 pm
Dasha returned the kiss for a moment before pulling away. Her hands found there way to his and she laced her fingers in between his.
"Alright then come on," she said as she began to lead. She let go of one of his hands and used her free hand to brush a bit of hair out of her face. The cool air suddenly struck her large amount of bare skin now that her body was free from Flint's warmth and she shivered. She looked over to the side of the streets, wishing they were there already.
It didn't take too long, however, for them to get there. She came up to the doorway and opened it. It wasn't locked. She had left in such a flustered state that she hadn't even thought about locking it. Not like it mattered. The only person she would be worried about breaking in would be Tim and she was hardly afraid of him. She wasn't even thinking of him at the moment, anyway.
She stood in the doorway after opening it and waited for Flint. She looked at him, eying the blood. "Do you want to clean yourself off?" she asked.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:14 pm
Flint's mind was absent of thoughts as he was pulled through the city's streets towards her house. He smiled gently at the thought of her holding his hand like this.
And then they were there in the warm house, inside and sheltered from the cold wind. He looked down at himself upon her comment.
"I suppose it would be a good idea," he muttered he unbuttoned his shirt. And then the thought occurred to him. It was... blood wasn't it. His hand trembled ever so slightly as he pressed his fingers to his wound and them lifted them to his lips. There was a moment of hesitation before he licked it.
It was like nothing he had ever tasted before. The favour,... he couldn't describe it. Was there even a flavour at all? He couldn't tell from the extreme ecstasy that flowed over him. Had the girl's blood tasted like this? No... her's was... dull.
His silver-blue eyes took on a life that was lost prior. Perhaps it was a craving, or the awaking of something deep within him.
He pulled himself out from his thoughts, immediately embarrassed by his actions.
"Ah! Pardon me, I-... I hadn't meant to do that... Where might your bathroom be?"
Colour flushed into his face as he ran his hand through his silver hair.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:29 pm
Dasha stared at him as she waited. She didn't say anything until he addressed her again and she glanced down the hallway.
She pointed. "It's all the way down the hallway. My room is at the end, go in there and turn left. There's a doorway that should be open," she explained.
Her house was still dark from that morning. In fact, it usually was dark. She kept the blinds closed much of the time. The small rooms and halls didn't help things either. When entering, one was immediately placed into a long, thin hallway. There was barely enough room for two people to walk side by side in it. On the left hand side, there was an opening that lead to the living room, which was, other than her bedroom, probably the largest room in the house. On the right side, there was another entrance that lead to the kitchen which was quite small. There was a closet in the hallway just before the entrance to her room but other than that, there wasn't much else.
Her bed took up much of her bedroom since it was rather large. There were numerous plush pillows around it with many thick quilts. She had a wardrobe in one corner and a vanity next to it. On the far left wall, there was a doorway to the bathroom, which was surprisingly large compared to the size of everything else.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:42 pm
Flint nodded before setting off into the hallway. He was slightly un-nerved by the fact that he was in her room but pushed it aside. He was just going onto the bathroom. It wasn't any sort of... intrusion.
He made his way into the small bathroom and closed the door slightly but it didn't latch. He removed his shirt entirely an searched for a towel of some sort.
"Oh sod it," he cursed, wetting his shirt and rubbing the blood off. So it was blood then. His blood. He looked up into the mirror and was pleased to see he wasn't some hideous monster. He felt like one though.
His eyes seemed to hold all the life in the world, and their colour was brought out by the slight paleness he had acquired. He noticed the blood on his face and threw some water on it, getting his hair wet in the process. He buried his face into his shirt and rubbed slightly, a slight colour coming to his face. Was colour even possible anymore? He looked a tad more ashen then flushed. Once again he buried his face into his shirt. It wouldn't go away would it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:50 pm
Dasha watched him walk down the hall and she waited. She stood stock still for a few moments before deciding to wait for him in her room. She turned and followed where he had walked, coming into her bedroom. She stopped and glanced over at the door before moving to the other side of the room. She went to the wardrobe and pulled out a jacket. It was quite small, but it gave her more covering than the simply tube top she was wearing. She slipped it on, it's sleeves hugging the curves in her arms. She left it open and decided to do kick her boots off. She left them in front of the bottom drawers next to the vanity and sat down on the edge of her bed. She had decided against doing anything more with her bottom half. She was wearing a miniskirt. That was all she needed at the moment.
She stared at the wall for a bit before turning and looking back at the door. From where she was sitting, she realized that she could see inside just a bit. She leaned backwards slightly and was able to see Flint's reflection in the mirror. Her eyes caught on the sight and wouldn't seem to look away. He had taken his shirt off completely and was attempting to clean himself off. She watched for a moment before quickly tearing herself away. She returned her stare at the wall as she felt her face grow slightly warm.
She balled her hands into fists and rested them in her lap. She would just wait for him.
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