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 Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 7:32 pm
When nothing came slamming into her door, and nothing could be heard breathing heavily outside it, Sarah slowly allowed herself to climb to her feet. She slowly took off her shoes, silently placing them where they went next to her other footwear before padding quickly around the house to be sure all the curtains were closed. When she was finished, she made her way carefully to her room; she hadn't turned on a single light, and changing into her pajama's, brushing her teeth, and even using the bathroom before she went to bed suddenly seemed very trivial. She didn't want any lights on, she didn't want the creature... whatever it was... to see that she was indeed home.
The young woman collapsed on the bed, curling her knees up to her chest and hugging them tightly as she listened avidly to the room around her. She honestly expected at any second for something to come leaping out of the shadows at her and shredding her to pieces on her very own bed.
How she got to sleep was a mystery; all Sarah knew was that when she opened her eyes again, the sun was cheerfully trying to get through the curtains. It was Sunday; so why on earth was she awake so early?
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 10:12 am
Instead of feigning sleep like he normally did each night at his small shared apartment, Darron sat up, pacing back and forth, then sitting at his piano bench, then pacing again, trying to think of a way to say the things that he didn't want to say. There was no good way for that poor frightened lamb to hear the news that she had bound herself, however unintentionally, to a vampire for the rest of her life. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he decided that he wouldn't have much choice but to just lay it out straight for her, as much as he didn't want to.
He left the apartment as the sun was touching the horizon. He tied his hair back to try to make himself look less threatening, and once or twice he debated putting in contact lenses to make his eyes less intense. He didn't, and left the house wearing a baseball cap, the black attire of the night forgotton, left on his bed. Instead, he was wearing a fairly normal dark blue T-shirt with some sort of logo on it, a pair of tattered blue jeans, and Vans. His first stop: Cafe Diem, for a peace offering for putting the girl though so much hell the night before. He ordered coffee and donuts, hoping she would assume him not to be dumb enough to drug anything in broad daylight.
He walked slowly, wary of seeing her again, knowing the reactions that she would have when he told her. Well, not knowing, but having a good idea. Shock, disbeif, malice, all of them would happen in time, he was quite sure.
He approached her apartment, letting out another sigh. He closed his eyes for a moment, wanting nothing more than to turn around and leave her alone. Unfortunately, if he didn't tell her about the rule of First Blood, if he forgot about it, then some other vampire undoubtedly would inform her of it eventually. And not in the way he wanted. Bracing himself, he stuck out a hand and knocked gently on the door, wearing a neutral, yet unthreatening, expression.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:48 am
After a few failed attempts at getting back to sleep, Sarah finally crawled out of bed and crept around her home. It took about half an hour for her to feel comfortable enough to actually stand up straight and stop tiptoeing. When nothing continued to happen, she even felt brave enough to take a shower. She was just stepping out of the quick and brisk shower when she heard the knock on her door. Toweling her hair off, she glanced at the clock and frowned. Who on earth would be at her apartment this early in the morning? She felt a quick flash of panic rise in her throat and she quickly swallowed it down. It was probably a neighbor, coming to ask about the strange sounds the night before. Quickly donning on some pajama's, Sarah ruffled her wet hair around her head and trotted to the door.
When she pulled it open, she wished she had bothered to look through the peekhole first; there in front of her was the same man from last night. The one from the bar, the one who had asked her if she dropped an earring, and the one who had potentially saved her the night before... Sarah was stopped with the door half open, along with her mouth, as she stared at him, fighting conflicting feelings of gratitude for her life and an overwhelming wave of nausea and fear. She decided to close the door.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:11 pm
Darron received about the reaction he had expected. He knew that if he had been in her position, Darron would be the last person that he would want to see. He felt terrible for what he was going to be forced to do, but he reached out and placed a hand from the door to prevent its closing. "Sarah, I know that you don't want to see me. I know that you think I want to hurt you but I don't. I need to explain some things to you. If you want, we can meet in public if you're worried that I'll do something. In fact, I think that would be better. Please, to keep yourself from future harm, meet me at Coffee of Doom on South Main Street at three o'clock. It's always crowded there."
With that, he let the door go, to slam in his face. He heaved as sigh as he turned away, heading down the street. There was a person standing on the street corner, watching what had happened. You didn't see anything, Darron thought, knowing that Jedi mind tricks didn't actually work. Instead, he made up an excuse. "I'm a friend; she thinks that I hit on her last night. She had a bit too much to drink last night." He was nonchalant with the statement, and ended the sentence with a shrug. The man seemed to take that for a reasonable explanation for a door being slammed in his face, and walked around Darron to continue down the street.
Daroon cut diagonally across the street and headed to the center of town. The streets were bustling in the busiest corner of the town, and he headed into the coffee shop. One of his long time friends and contacts lived above it, and would let him pass the time playing his small piano until the time came when the young woman would show up...or she wouldn't. For her sake, he hoped that it was the former.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:13 pm
The door didn't close when it was supposed to, and instead met the solid resistance of a hand. A hand that she didn't appreciate being there. A hand that was accompanied by a voice. A voice that... knew her name? She waited until the man outside seemed finished talking and stiffened at the last thing he said, making sure the door was closed sharply and locked as soon as she could push it again. Did he just threaten her?
To keep myself from future harm...? Sarah stared at the door, feeling the same fear that had engulfed her last night, her heartbeat picking up along with it. She took a few steps back from the door and just barely kept herself from sinking to the floor. It took a moment before she remembered that he had said her name. Quickly she looked around to see if maybe something in her house had her name on it in plain sight. There was nothing. So, how had he known her name? She knew she didn't tell him her name the night before.
Sarah sat on the floor. She flopped onto her back and stared at the ceiling. "I'm confused." She admitted.
She still had no answer.
She still didn't know if she should go see him or if she should ignore him. If she ignored him, would he come back to her home? The thought made her shiver. He already knew where she lived. What was keeping him from waiting outside her door to pounce as soon as it was open? Carefully, Sarah got to her feet and backed away from the door and into her living room. Once there, she began to pace and braid her hair simultaneously. She also thought. After some time thinking, Sarah decided that it couldn't hurt to go see him, at the very least, and find out he knew her name.
Once her hair was braided down her back, Sarah let out a huge sigh and then drew in a deep breath, trying to draw in some courage with it.
The Coffee of Doom cafe really was a busy place, she hadn't frequented it herself, but it always seemed to be bustling with people. It wasn't such a bad place to meet someone she didn't know that may or may not have tried to kill her last night. Besides, he knew where she lived now. If he really wanted to kill her, she got the feeling that he could've done it several times already. Turning to direct her pacing to her room, Sarah decided it really wouldn't be... so bad to go and at least talk to the guy. He looked a little upset at the door too. Maybe there was something going on that she didn't understand. Was the house supposed to be torn down? Or something? She started to find clothes to wear. Maybe she would go. But only for half an hour. That was it.
She'd find out how he knew her name.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 6:35 pm
As he sat in the backroom of the cafe, he realized that some of the things that he said may have been taken out of context. He hadn't been thinking that she had had her life threatened enough in the last eight hours that anything he'd said could have been conceived as a threat. The tune that he was playing, though he was barely listening to the music that he was producing, was one of melancholy, that took sudden turns and crescendos, changing tune and time out of nowhere.
"I should have given her more time," he said to himself, shaking his head. He had taken his hair down for the time being, and it fell over his shoulder and moved like a black curtain as he shook his head. Well, there was nothing he could do about it now. Darron wasn't about to walk back to her house and give her another coronary by knocking on her door again. He would wait until she came, if she came. If she didn't show, then he would give her a few days to calm down before hunting her down again. He would find a way to make sure she was safe until the truth was explained to her.
He continued playing, letting his thoughts come and go idly as he continued spinning his tale of woe through the piano. Fifteen minutes before he was supposed to meet with the woman, he dragged his mind away from the piano and back to the matter at hand. He reached for the hair chopstick that he had set on the piano and put his hair up again, hoping that he looked slightly less threatening than he had the night before. He walked out of the back and found a table outside, where the traffic was highest, and sat down to wait for her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:21 am
With a small sigh, Sarah stopped at the corner before she crossed the street to where the Coffee of Doom Cafe was. She narrowed her eyes at the people coming and going and reassured herself that there were plenty of people. Plenty of people to keep some maniac from attacking her in the middle of the day-- or at least, she hoped there were plenty of people. If he was a maniac what would keep him from doing it in a secluded place as opposed to a crowded one? She fidgeted. She looked down the other street. She contemplated going home and leaving this entire fiasco behind. She crossed the street.
Her purse clutched tightly in her hands even though it was slung casually over one shoulder, Sarah edged her way to the cafe. She had already spotted the man from far away. Really, he wasn't that hard to pick out from the crowd. She moved closer and then hesitated behind a small group of teenagers who were contemplating whether or not they wanted the same thing or all different things. With a deep breath, Sarah moved around them, strode over to the table and thumped her purse down on the table in a false attempt to appear feirce, confident and no-nonsense at the same time.
"How the hell do you know my name?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 7:28 pm
He knew she was coming, he could smell her nervousness as she crossed the street. He saw her buzzing curiosity as she stepped closer. He didn't betray that he knew (granted only slightly) beyond her facade of anger as she slammed down her purse. He let the words ring in his head for just a moment before answering. He didn't want to appear creepier than he knew he already was by answering too quickly, like a lie he'd thought of the previous night.
How the hell do you now my name?" she had asked, her eyes set and her tone confident. Now he knew why he'd been drawn to her last night when he was so hungry. She was something special. Though exactly what that something was, he wasn't sure yet. A thought came into his mind, and he fought back smile. One he knew that he had the perfect semblance of calm, he opened his mouth, and with a small breath, stated:
"The answer is quite simple really. I'm a Jedi." He raised his cup to his mouth and took a sip to hide the smile that was forming on his face. He looked at her, keeping his eyes level with hers to see her reaction.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 10:27 am
"Well I don-" Was what she started to say before it registered what he had actually said. For a minute, Sarah just stared at the man. Jedi. Jedi? Did he just seriously say Jedi? She closed her mouth and slid into the seat across from him, holding her purse in front of her as she stared at him warily but not entirely disbelievingly. "You are...?" It would explain the movements he used the night before, and it would explain other things as well. Like how he had known the creature was going to attack her... it was probably why he followed her. Had he known right from the very beginning that she was going to be attacked? The thought was preposterous... but not entirely impossible. "I thought those didn't exist..." Here she narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him. It would also explain his... odd appearance... but were jedi usually that pale?
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