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 Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 6:29 pm
As much as she disliked admitting this, Tasha was truly scared. Sarcastic comments could only keep one in denial for so long, and she'd just about run her course. Was it really going to harm her to play nice?
"Fine." She said, kicking her shoes off and pulling down her leg warmers. She pulled the fabric close to her face, and simply breathed on it. Hopefully that would be enough of her scent to carry the message to her family that she was okay. She held it out, jerking it tauntingly. "Here, don't take this the wrong way, though. I just don't want Arteisia to worry herself to death over me."
Her eyes widened at the smell of food coming down the hall. Meat wafted into the room, hardly noticing the vampire who set it in front of her, and landed on the bed. Red meat! Sweet, delectable raw meat, oh how she thought she wouldn't live long enough to be able to see it again! It took all her effort not to be true to her canine nature and dive greedily head first into the plate, tearing chunks off with her teeth.
So she trained her eyes on something else, breathing through her mouth rather than her nose. Her light blue optics fell upon the clothes.
"Holy hell, what in Christ's name are those?!" She shouted. The fabric looked alien, and really, really small. "What in the world do you take me for, a baby doll?" It was that, or her own loose stitched, loose fitting, self-made clothes were really big.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 7:55 pm
Kassandra resisted the urge to snicker. She knew Tasha wasn't going to take well to the clothes. At least she didn't see to mind the food. Instead of snickering like she wanted Kassandra simple shook her head. To me hun, you are a baby, the vampire wanted to reply but she did not say that.
"Of course not. Baby dolls don't whine about their clothes. Though, most of them don't talk anyway.." Kassandra grimaced for a second. She had come across those stupid dolls that did happen to say things. How annoying; What child would ever want one of those? Pushing away her thoughts Kassandra placed her hands on her hips.
"Anyway, these clothes are much better then those you have on. My, my, do you even have a figure under that enormous outfit?" Kassandra clicked her tongue against her teeth making a disapproving sound. Maybe she would play dress up while the dog was here. Every woman loved a makeover, no matter what species.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 3:20 pm
Alastar had opened his mouth to respond to Rourke's comments on his love life, but it quickly snapped shut. He tilted his head and considered the following less-than-idle threats and consequent appearance by Kassandra. The scene happening in front of him seemed to be wheeling and whirling faster than he could think or react. A friendly jab at his complex intimate life had blinked by and now he was sitting before a sickeningly sweet offering of food and clothes. The lithe man blinked slowly as his head swam momentarily. A firm concept and understanding of time slipped from his grasp and memories swirled about his mind.
It was truly a sick and twisted individual that created vampires. To not be able to sleep was a punishment worse than having to feed off others. He missed dreaming more than perhaps anything else that the living did. To be able to escape reality for a full third of the day, blanket oneself in silly thoughts, delusions, fears, aspirations. Alastar supposed he had substitute for that in spending hours at a time lost in reverie or day-dreaming as it was more commonly called. Still, it was not the same.
"Mmmm, this was as far as I got really, but I don't mind being the negotiator on our side. I suppose I'd prefer it, even. I have no desire to put our leader in danger and since I initiated this it is only right I be the one to be put in danger. Don't give me any of those brotherly concerned looks, either. At least one of our pretty faces ought to survive this and I'm not an old man like you who wants to die in his sleep." He stretched casually, looking almost feline as he twisted and turned his long figure until a few stubborn joints let out muted pops.
"Eh, I should go get something to eat myself," he said, standing suddenly and turning towards the door with newfound determination. "Something bruised my lovely shins not too long ago and now I've got a horrible discoloration on my cheek. If I don't keep up my boyish good looks I won't be able to keep seducing all the hungry, wanting lovely ladies and gentlemen in this town and then we really will be in a crisis. You have things handled here, don't you?" He waggled his fingers in a good-bye gesture but paused in the doorway waiting affirmation.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 9:28 pm
Devin had offered no real protests as she had unceremoniously been carted off towards an unfamiliar house. She wasn't really confused as much as she was just blindly trusting- not just in Daniel, but in people in general. She knew the dangers that could befall her, but her instincts seemed to tell her that Daniel was not about to ravage her and then bury her in his backyard. Who was she to question what was widely accepted as the trait that allowed her to control magic?
She stood there for a moment once she was placed in front of the door looking somewhat bewildered. "I don't think... can wear all of those..." she said, pointing at the small pile of clothing she had been presented with after dropping them on the counter. Finally a glimmering spark of reason below the thick fog of insanity. Of course he had only wanted her to pick something of adequate size, but she had seen the offering in a different light. There was a concern for his feelings involved, even if she was inept at seeing them at times, and she didn't want to refuse something that would offend; she did not want to disappoint.
"My name..," she started, dark eyes staring at some inconsequential part of his shirt. Her thoughts had already fluttered to another topic, but she was able to complete her sentence coherently. "... is Devin. Devin Livingston. You..." now her gaze drifted upwards, not looking him quite in the eyes but lingering somewhere on his face. A hand reached out and touched him gingerly on the chest, tiny fingernails tinted with blue. She gave a small pause here as words and thoughts churned, colliding in her head as finally her stare met his. "You are warm."
She hadn't meant it in the literal sense, although she was aware enough to know it would be taken that way. It was fine; he might not be ready yet to hear her idiot savant observations. Most people didn't really appreciate it and it might hurt her feelings were she to remember them for more than fleeting moments. The dampness under her fingertips caught her momentary attention although she didn't recognize herself as the cause. A tiny, twitched frown. "Bad water, bad. He doesn't like you," she murmured. Abruptly little droplets started to collect, gathering themselves from across the fabric and seeping out over her digits. She couldn't do anything about the chill they had caused, but she was at least able to remove them.
Hmmmm. That would mean with a little more insight she could have relieved her own clothing and not been walking pneumonia. Devin was not the sort to think of her own well-being, though, and much less inclined to rid herself of water unless sufficiently chided. "Warm..." she mused quietly again as the last drip hit the floor. Her reverie was not filled with its usual bright, idle, silly dreams. It had been carried to a more intellectual place, one that was seldom visited and commented on even less. It was her tiny little secret.
"Bath!" she suddenly exploded all at once. It was hard for her to explain her love and affection for water in large quantities adequately, but it was all too plain on her face. The problem with her wardrobe was forgotten as well as previous musings as she scurried into the bathroom with all the anticipation of a child on Christmas. It was as if Daniel had just presented a pre-teen with her idol or a toddler with that much-coveted pony. She was ecstatic as if she was indulging in something never before experienced- which, given her poor hygiene might not be so far from the truth.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 9:58 pm
"Whats wrong with my clothes?" Tasha mumbled, feeling offended. She loved her clothes! She had pride in making them herself! Of course the whole design was beneficial to her morphing rather than figure flattering. Then her face flushed. That wasn't an inner though, Kassandra really said that out loud!
"Please tell me you didn't just say that out loud." Tasha said, hardly able to roll her eyes at this one. Honestly, what in the world was she thinking? In front of two men, no less! And in the human-ness, metaphorically speaking, of the situation, she had momentarily forgot that hers and Kassandra's species were at an eternal struggle, where the end was but a dream and the present an endless blood bath. She even forgot that she was being held against her will in an attempt to end the reign of terror the sides had over each other.
They were just two girls and two guys in the room. And one of the girls just happened to be trying to avoid embarrassing herself with raw meat.
Until Alastar mentioned dealing with the 'danger'. And feeding. Tasha shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the confused and conflicting thoughts. They were just like any ordinary person, yet she'd be raised to fight them. Kassandra seemed to have a thing for fashion, and Alastar fancied classical Disney tales.
Rouke was harder to place, if not impossible. He was the shining epitome of what a vampire was described as in human lore. Even his personality seemed to match. Not to say that being identical with Alastar didn't have a similar effect, but at least his personality broke some of the physical stereo types.
"Oh boy, a crisis." She said in her effort to change the subject, her face slowly returning to normal color.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 7:42 pm
  Rourke noted when Kassandra returned and easily ignored the banter between the two children, there were more important things on the table to talk about than overly tight clothes. He was glad as he looked over Kassandra that Alette stayed away from that line of fashion his taste swung to a more demure woman with a muted, secret strength. His lips twitched up at the corners, a small movement that no one would have noticed unless they dared stare directly in his face.
He was not surprised that Alastar had not thought beyond taking the child and secreting it away in their home. A spur of the moment plan rarely unfolded neatly before its executor, he was not upset. “You care for my well being? This is interesting and who else am I to practice my concerned looks on? They’ll go to waste.”
It was evident that Alastar had somewhere to be possibly many from his harem to see and enjoy, Rourke waved him off with a mock salute, touching his longer sender fingers to his brow. He wasn’t too keen on playing babysitter to wolf, quickly he assessed the strength and quality of her restraints, judging them sufficient she strolled at a human’s pace to the door where his brother lurked, “Stay with her, make sure she doesn’t shed on our linen or gouges them with her claws.” He spoke over his shoulder his to Kassandra, then to Alastar, “Don’t be long.” Rourke held Alastar’s gaze for only a brief moment but that was all that was necessary, there were things that needed to be sorted out before they could take a step forward. How long the animal would be staying, the consequences if this plan didn’t work out but most important the steps that came after this, “If you see my wife out there tell her it’s about time she came home.” This time he didn’t hide the smile that touched his lips at the thought of Alette, his back was to the others and mattered little what they thought.
At a human’s pace he brushed past his brother and stepped into the hall toward his room. Inside he sank into the leather chair at his oversized desk. He sized and leaned back, the chair silently moved with him. Closing his eyes his mind went back to less than three hours he was joking with his mistress and coaxing her out of her sour mood. Now they’d been separated, she doing reconnaissance and him here, babysitting of all things. Now there was werewolf in his home, his kind’s sworn enemy for reason that made little sense to him anymore, for the sake of his family and their ill fated existence.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as was his habit. He was only like this a moment before straightening, reaching across his desk for a legal pad and pen. In his practiced elegant cursive he scrawled down his ideas.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 2:18 pm
Kassandra listened to Alastar but kept her focus on Tasha. He was leaving.. When would she see him again? Who knew how long he would stay with his play toys. She was missing being able to be in his presence already. Hearing Tasha's words toward her made the vampire smirk though.
"Of course I said that out loud. Rourke and.. Alastar don't mind." She could barely say his name. Mentally shaking her head to cease anymore thoughts about the General she smiled slightly at the Master. Hopefully he didn't mind.
Focusing back on Tasha, Kassandra smirked once more. Ignoring the dog's last comment she moved her hand from her hips to crossing her arms against her chest. "Believe it or not, all women want to looked good. Even though you're a d- werewolf, I have no doubt you are the same. Deny it all you want.."
Chuckling Kassandra shifted her wait to her left foot. "Besides, I could have picked out worse clothes then those. I could have made you wear something very, very revealing. Believe me, those clothes are mild compared to others, so take them or leave them," Kassandra finished and smiled at Tasha, awaiting the girl's reply.
Then she heard Rourke and groaned mentally. She was stuck babysitting the dog still? And for how long this time? Oh, this was going to be great fun.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 9:35 pm
Alette remained perfectly still, crouching a few paces back from the roof of the building. She could hear the entirety of William's speech, and she filed away useful bits of information to relay back to her husband. She'd worried that they wouldn't be foolish enough to lay it all out for her, but was pleasantly surprised when he gave her all she needed to know.
When the Pack split up, she backed away and retreated across the rooftops. Marco, far too eager, was on the prowl. She had to be extra cautious with him when he got motivated as he was now. So she moved as quickly and as quietly as was possible, and hurried back toward their side of the city. Though it wouldn't be right to call it the safe side. Not right now, anyway.
William was motivated to get Tasha back, but that was no surprise. Of course he would be willing to do everything in his power to get back any member from his Pack. She and Rourke would do the same. She was curious, though, if he would actually give his Beta the sound thrashing he'd deserve if he was the one who'd pulled this sort of stunt. She and Rourke - most likely - wouldn't cause him too much damage. As long as the situation didn't get out of hand, she resolved to remain optimistic.
When she was what she hoped to be a safe distance away from the prowling Werewolves, Alette descended to street level, where she ran through the sidewalks, across streets, and through alleys on her way back to the mansion.
(( Not worth waiting for, I know, but I have to get back into my 'creative writing' state of mind. School almost killed it, methinks. That saddens me. ))
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 3:53 pm
Alastar let out a somewhat downtrodden sigh as he made it outside the mansion, closing the door behind him gently. Rubbing the bruised cheek with thought, fluid steps started to carry him out to and down the street. It had been an unexpectedly long evening: a chance encounter with Marco, a kidnapping of one of the pack, blow from Rourke, and some perplexing reactions from Kassandra. Here he had expected a relatively quite evening, possibly a talk with George detailing what he'd do if he had one more plea to turn the young man vampiric. He had broken up with many people before so even that sort of 'excitement' seemed mundane and negligible.
He broke into a light jog, letting his legs mindlessly power him towards what he knew would be Madeline's residence. She was much more accommodating than his male partner and with less pushy opinions. It was one of the reasons he didn't end their relationship as a one night stand- he admired the strength and spunk of the woman. He knew he was using her in some ways, but Madeline made it obvious she was using Alastar too. At the present she was enchanted and had no reason to leave him, but she was not blindly devout. There was passion but rationale, opinions of her own, and character. In some ways she reminded him much of Juliet. Was she reincarnated? He had never believed in such things before her death, but it was a nice consideration now that she had passed. It was something of dreams and fairy tales- that your own true love and yourself would be forever reborn, spending eternity pursuing and embracing each other.
If that were true, Alastar had a mild suspicion his sexually liberal ways and immortality might have mucked up nature's- or some deity's- plans. If there was a plan.
It was with these thoughts, a casual smile gracing his features at the lovelier thoughts, that he found himself on a crash course with Alette. That wasn't to say that he noticed her- but that she had the opportunity to notice his dark form nimbly weaving in and out of shadows, oblivious to anything but the dark wash of night and glimmers of the fading moon. Objects and people were brushed against, barely missing the opportunity to be crushed or pushed by his weight in a crash.
It was becoming rather common for Alastar's mind to be elsewhere, despite the severity of circumstances.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 12:45 pm
"Kassandra" the voice was deadly quiet and somewhat threatening as it floated into the room. Kieran stood at the doorway of Alastar's room absolutely still as though she were frozen. Standing there she wore a red body suit that clung to her form and matching stiletto boots on her feet. Her face seemed even paler with her shoulder length red hair around it and the darkness playing upon her cheeks. Her eyes showed the unfathomable hate that she felt towards the werewolves and now was directed towards the one on the bed "What" her words came though her lips had barely moved "Is that thing doing here?" she asked still in the quiet yet threatening voice.
She couldn't believe it. One of those dogs was here, in the mansion and Kassandra was even acting friendly towards it. She hadn't even realized that anything was amiss until she'd smelled it while walking up the stairs towards her room. Of course what could she expect after being gone for a month, she couldn't have helped that though. There had been unfinished business for her to attend to and she'd even chosen a relatively peaceful time to go. Now she came back to This! Breaking away from the wolf her vibrant red eyes darted over to Kassandra questioning and furious.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 1:32 pm
Kassandra turned around, hearing her name. Spotting Kieran, Kassandra let a smile play on her lips before she heard the rest of the vampire's words. A frown formed her lips then as she held up her hands in front of her. "Now, now, Kieran. Calm down," she told her, lowering her hands.
Kassandra knew the other vampire's story. She couldn't imagine losing someone close to her, but knew she would hate just as she did if something would happen to someone she loved. "Tasha is our guest," Kassandra told her, pointing to the werewolf. "And I don't believe the Master would be very happy were you to kill her." After saying that Kassandra walked so she was right at the side of Kieran.
"As far as I know we're keeping her here for a little while. The Master has a plan, I think," Kassandra whispered to the other vampire quick and quite so that Tasha wouldn't hear. Spinning around Kassandra placed a grin on her face.
"And Tasha," she said to the werewolf, "this is Kieran," Kassandra pointed to the vampire beside her.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 2:34 pm
"Don't worry" Kieran said still glaring daggers at Tasha though her words were directed towards Kassandra. Shifting her gaze towards Kassandra she said "I won't kill the mut unless Rourke orders it" under his house Kieran was careful to go by Rourke's rules since she wasn't related to him in any way like some of the others were. Going by this since Kassandra said that the mut was a guest then she wouldn't harm it though that didn't mean that she would be nice to it or even semi-hospitable as Kassandra seemed to be doing.
"That being said, I am curious as to why the mut ended up as a guest here and since I doubt it came here of her own free will I'm guessing that it is too weak and stupid to resist being captured by us" she questioned with the insult to Tasha being consciously done but in the same type of undertone as Kassandra had used she asked "And why are you being nice to it?" her lips barely moving in order to form the words that wouldn't be clear to Tasha.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:53 pm
((I'm sorry for the crappy spelling that's sure to be in here. New compy has neither spell check nor a Word so I can't check...))
Tasha winced, feeling the pure hatred radiating off of the new vampire. The one Kassandra called Kieran. It was actually... frightening. Rouke's casual threats were one thing, but at least he tried to sound pleasent!
"You wanna find out how weak and stupid I am, I'll take you on out back you reaking bloodsucker!" The werewolf snarled out. Her sarcastic remarks were one thing, but this was instinctive. Defending her possition in the pack. Though this wasn't her pack, the notion of belittling Tasha would not be tolerated. No matter how much the pulsating fury the woman had made her want to crawl under the bed with her tail between her legs, the more commanding instinct was to defend her status.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:33 pm
Kassandra nodded; she knew Kieran told her the truth. She would as soon as go against Rourke's wishes as Kassandra would, and that meant she would never. At Kieran's next words Kassandra sighed. "Well, as to why she's a guest, I'm not the one to tell you that." Kassandra wasn't going to tell how Tasha ended up in the house. She wasn't sure if Alastar, as well as Rourke wanted anyone else to know.
At Kieran's question Kassandra managed a smile. "Alastar told us to play nice, so.." She trailed off. She really did not want to think about the General, let alone speak about him. Until she could see him again.. "Besides," she said, pushing away her thoughts. "It's easier to keep back the urge to rip her apart by acting civil," after the words she smirked.
Hearing Tasha finally speak up Kassandra rose her eyebrows and side glanced at Kieran. How would the vampire react to that?
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