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 Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 7:39 am
I think, again, I'd get alittle more confused. For now, we'll just keep it all in one thread. xp
I'm gonna work on the second part now.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 10:47 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 12:04 pm
Not particularly wanting to die at the moment, D.J.'s free hand enveloped around her tiny neck, searching for the point that would knock even the strongest of men out in seconds. The moment she realized what her was going for, her bright violet eyes locked onto his. The hand that she still had free was grabbing at his wrist as her eyelids started to flutter shut. She gasped for air as her body soon went limp and she fell unconscious. It's a small pressure point...He thought to him self, But it gets the job done.
Of course, he felt incredibly guilty. But she did attack first so he felt it was justified. He eased her to the ground with her back against the alley wall. The rain was slowly lightening up, as was his headache, as he lifted the ski mask off her face. A waterfall of onyx hair fell over her face and shoulders, stopping close the ground. He pushed the hair out her face to find a very young and attractive female. She looked so innocent and helpless, just lying there. At this point, he now had no idea what to do about her, as the conflicting images of the helpless girl and violet eyed fighter flashed in his head. The police sirens closing kicked his protective instincts into high gear. He crouched down over her in a defensive stance as a cop car sped around the corner and stopped, the headlights pointed directly at him from the street. Vampires. His instincts told him.
An average sized cop got out of passenger side while his partner stayed behind the wheel. The one walking toward them had exotic features that looked odd on a guy. His light hair was cropped short and military style. All though it was still raining and dark, D.J. could see the cop’s badge said his name was Maynard Johnson. “We’ve been looking for you, Denver. You and the girl need to come with us. We’ll explain everything on the way.” He started toward them cautiously, as if approaching a trapped wolf. Smart man, be afraid. He thought, silently challenging the cop.
"Last I checked, America is a free country, Neither of us need to go anywhere with you."
"Only for humans, I'm afraid. The council orders that you come with us and that you bring her." Now that got his attention. Mention of the Council meant nothing good was going to happen. Against his better judgment, he lifted the girl gently and and carried her to the car. Both cops watched him carefully, as if watching a lunatic. Maybe I am a lunatic. Maybe I dreamed up the entire the thing with her and attacked a random girl. He set her on the seat, clicking the seat-belt into place and walked around to get in himself. The cop, Maynard, got in the passenger seat without a word and glanced back at them. The engine roared and the took off back towards the center of town.
He wanted to run;He wanted to jump from the car and bolt. But he couldn't. The Council had every vampire in town on satellite, tracking their every move. There's literally no place to hide.
"You probably have a load of questions for us..." Maynard started, though DJ wasn't paying attention. At All. He watched the tree's turn to buildings as they reached downtown. “Well to start off, my brother and I are both vampires, much like yourself. That girl, on the other hand, is not. She’s, what most people would call, a werewolf, one that needs a full moon or plenty of anger. You’re very lucky to be alive because she probably got both tonight.”
Rambling... the silence obviously bothered the cop. The though made DJ want to laugh. At that moment, the car swerved on a tight corner, causing the wolf girl to fall onto his shoulder. D.J. looked down at her as he said “And if you know so much about her, then tell me her name.”
Maynard glanced at the other cop who was apparently was his brother, as he nodded, then turned back to D.J. “We aren’t sure of her name. No one in our station does. All we know is that she’s been causing a lot of problems around town. She has a record here but we’re never able to pin anything on her. We know she’s a wolf because of that horrid scent she has. You should know better than to follow that smell. Obviously, the council taught you nothing, Denver. Did you honestly think we were the only dangerous things around?” He chuckled, but theres was a serious tone in he voice.
“My name is D.J. not Denver.” He said quietly. He was quiet the rest of the ride. The cops up front chatted and conversed the entire time, glancing toward the back every so often. For a small town like Jackman, the ride seemed to take forever.
In the middle of pg9. Will update later.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 12:46 pm
Blood_Thorn07 Not particularly wanting to die at the moment, D.J.'s free hand enveloped around her tiny neck, searching for the point that would knock even the strongest of men out in seconds. The moment she realized what her was going for, her bright violet eyes locked onto his. The hand that she still had free was grabbing at his wrist as her eyelids started to flutter shut. She gasped for air as her body soon went limp and she fell unconscious. It's a small pressure point...He thought to him self, But it gets the job done.
Of course, he felt incredibly guilty. But she did attack first so he felt it was justified. He eased her to the ground with her back against the alley wall. The rain was slowly lightening up, as was his headache, as he lifted the ski mask off her face. A waterfall of onyx hair fell over her face and shoulders, stopping close the ground. He pushed the hair out her face to find a very young and attractive female. She looked so innocent and helpless, just lying there. At this point, he now had no idea what to do about her as the conflicting images of the helpless girl and violet eyed fighter flashed in his head. The police sirens closing kicked his protective instincts into high gear. He crouched down over her in a defensive stance as a cop car sped around the corner and stopped, the headlights pointed directly at him from the street. Vampires. His instincts told him.
An average sized cop got out of passenger side while his partner stayed behind the wheel. The one walking toward them had exotic features that looked odd on a guy. His light hair was cropped short and military style. All though it was still raining and dark, D.J. could see the cop’s badge said his name was Maynard Johnson. “We’ve been looking for you, Denver. You and the girl need to come with us. We’ll explain everything on the way.” He started toward them cautiously, as if approaching a trapped wolf. Smart man, be afraid. He thought, silently challenging the cop.
"Last I checked, America is a free country, Neither of us need to go anywhere with you."
"Only for humans, I'm afraid. The council orders that you come with us and that you bring her." Now that got his attention. Mention of the Council meant nothing good was going to happen. Against his better judgment, he lifted the girl gently and and carried her to the car. Both cops watched him carefully, as if watching a lunatic. Maybe I am a lunatic. Maybe I dreamed up the entire the thing with her and attacked a random girl. He set her on the seat, clicking the seat-belt into place and walked around to get in himself. The cop, Maynard, got in the passenger seat without a word and glanced back at them. The engine roared and the took off back towards the center of town.
He wanted to run; he wanted to just jump from the car and bolt. But he couldn't. The Council had every vampire in town on satellite, tracking their every move. There's literally no place to hide.
"You probably have a load of questions for us..." Maynard started, though DJ wasn't paying attention. At all. He watched the tree's turn to buildings as they reached downtown. “Well to start off, my brother and I are both vampires, much like yourself. That girl, on the other hand, is not. She’s, what most people would call, a werewolf, one that does not need a full moon but has plenty of anger to change forms with. You’re very lucky to be alive because the full moon would force her to change. She would have no control.” D.J. thought of his wounded head. That's control? he wondered and his fingers found their way to the injury. The blood was beginning to clot.
Silence obviously bothered the cop; his rambling seamed to never stop. The though made DJ want to laugh. At that moment, the car swerved on a tight corner, causing the wolf girl to fall onto his shoulder. D.J. looked down at her as he said “And if you know so much about her, then tell me her name.” If he was going to beat someone up, he should at least know the person's name.
Maynard glanced at the other cop who was apparently was his brother, as he nodded, then turned back to D.J. “We aren’t sure of her name. No one in our station knows. All we know is that she’s been causing a lot of problems around town. She has a record, of sorts, here but we’re never able to pin anything on her. We know she’s a wolf because of that horrid scent she has. You should know better than to follow that smell. Obviously, the council taught you nothing, Denver. Did you honestly think we were the only dangerous things around?” He chuckled, but there's was a serious tone in he voice.
“My name is D.J. not Denver.” He said quietly. He was quiet the rest of the ride. The cops up front chatted and conversed the entire time, glancing toward the back every so often. For a small town like Jackman, the ride seemed to take forever.In the middle of pg9. Will update later. I stopped bolding a little later on.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 6:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 7:54 pm
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Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 1:31 pm
I changed seiri's color to indigo.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 6:29 pm
If you hand me the prologues tomorrow, I'll add the other two.
EDIT: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMFG
(I may have a suggestion for a title.....)
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Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 6:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 7:11 pm
I shall torture you until tomorrow with the possibilities.
(You actually gave me the idea for it in your opening post razz )
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 1:36 pm
Once they arrived at the dreary looking, gray jailhouse that needed a paint-job desperately, the officer driving parked the car and they both climbed out, opening both rear doors. DJ crawled out, his face was completely blank, as he practically ripped the girl from the driver's hands.
He held her closely as they were led inside and into a room full of jail cells. He was ordered to place her into one of them. Reluctantly, he did as he was told. Though his instincts told him it was a bad idea, he placed her on the cot provided and left the cell, hearing the door being closed and locked behind him.
He walked into the main room and sat on one of the few chairs there with his head against the wall. A door opened and shut, as he looked over at the counter. The driver, who’s name was apparently Horatio judging by his name tag, stood behind the sheet of glass looking at some documents.
D.J. was in one of those visiting booths that had a slot at the bottom of a sheet of glass. It reminded him of a ticket booth at the movies, Complete with a little metal disk and a microphone in front of him.
D.J. sat down the glass and leaned on the ledge in front of it. “If you guys know so much about her, why don’t you know her name?” He asked casually into the microphone. “And if she can ‘control the change’ why does she have to be locked up?”
The cop looked up from a fairly thin folder and D.J. got a good look at him. His face was oval shaped and he had large, black eyes. His vampire pale skin clashed with his dark brown hair and made him look nothing like his brother. “We can’t let someone with her abilities out on the streets. Yes, she can control the change but we figure that, as the moon gets higher, the erg to change gets more intense. And the only reason we know she can control it is because if she couldn’t, you wouldn’t see a girl…and you’d be dead. As for her name, every time we find someone who knows her, they give us a name different from the rest.” He had a heavy Boston accent what made itself apparent when he spoke. He passed a folder through the slot in the glass. It was the wolf girl’s file. It was thin, showing how little they knew about her.
“But she did nothing wrong. Before you guys got there, I had everything under control...” Horatio smirked as he looked over the bruises on D.J.’s face. “…More or less.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his head where the cut from the girl's boot was. It still stung a little bit.
“What do you think will happen when she realizes that she lost to you, a vampire?” As he spoke, D.J. looked through the file, wondering how they knew so much about her from the little things she did. Then he saw 3 words that made him laugh because they were true. There, in the center of the page, in bold and underlined, Lacks Anger Control. “Would you want her wandering the streets with that uncontrolled anger problem she has?” And with that, D.J. shoved the folder back. It was picked up by Maynard who had come up behind his brother. The pair walked out of the room leaving D.J. alone with his thoughts.
He walked into the room of cells again and stood across from the girl's cell, folder in mind, thinking over what the cops said. Part of him didn’t understand what kind of heartless monster could do this to a girl like her, could change her into a wolf-thing. She must have been younger at the time, and given that she was not very old now, she had probably been a child. He watched her carefully, she looked so peaceful and innocent, but he knew she was so full of anger. Her voice rang back at him with its insults through the thick french accent. He could see the anger as she started to wake, her eyelids twitching as she struggled to come back to consciousness. Something he would never understand though was who could drive her to such hate of vampires?
The end of Chapter One, Captured. Pg 12.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 2:04 pm
Chapter Two
Nightmares, Wolves, And Witches
Tossing and turning from a nightmare she felt she couldn't escape, Rebecca fought her sheets as though they were fighting back. Awaking with a scream, she burst upright, covered in a cold sweat and gasping for air. The black cat, barely visible in the darkness, sat curiously on the window sill, wondering what was going on with her master.
Wrestling out of her black sheets, She walked out of her bedroom unsteadily, from back pain that she associated with her writhing about, and into the attached bathroom. The mirror above her sink was almost as frightening as her nightmare. Her normally tan face was pale and lifeless. The blood-shot coloring in her baggy eyes showed her complete horror, even though nothing had happened and it was only a dream...
A gasp shot from her mouth as she looked at her own reflection, feeling as though she was staring at a stranger. She might as well have been, that damn nightmare got her discombobulated.
She reached for the cold water knob on the faucet, having to try twice to get it and turn the darn thing. She cupped her hands under the rush of the ice water and splashed it against her face. The freeze of the water felt shocking and amazing at the same time. After a moment to gather her shewn thoughts, she shut the water off and reached for her green hand towel. She looked up at the mirror as she dried her face, watching her nature pink coloring creep back to her cheeks.
Walking into the kitchen, Rebecca was greeted the strong scent of her herbs, drying overhead. She quickly brewed a cup of chamomile tea to try to calm her nerves. As she sat down at her table, made from pine (a symbol for life), she thought back to her nightmare...
A cool, eerie full moon hung overhead at her favorite ritual sites, not far outside of Jackman and close by her cabin. A warm fire roared, cutting through the fog, though nothing could be seen at far. Rebecca stood still, dressed in her dark blue robe with arms out and head tilted towards the sky, completely focused in the center of her Full Moon Rite.
Without warning, the fire before her shot up over her head. She watched it, alarmed and alert.
Suddenly, a large wolf launched itself through the flames, growling with anger flaring in its eyes. It's fur was as black as the new moon, it's outline cast by the fire behind it, one it shouldn't have been able to jump.
The wolf and Rebecca both watched each other with intensity; One in paralyzing fear, one in complete hatred and hunger. As the wolf lifted its humongous paw and stepped forward, Rebecca let out a small cry of fear. The wolf let out a chesty growl and lunged, teeth bared, at her neck.
End of Pg 15
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 3:29 am
I don't think there was anything to correct there...
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 4:55 pm
Really? I'm impressed with myself 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 5:34 pm
She took the bucket of water she had close to her, clamped her eyes shut, and threw the salty water toward the fire. The wolf snarled as the salt got in it’s eyes, but the fire went down a great deal. That was the idea but maybe I shouldn’t have closed my eyes to throw the water…She cringed as the wolf leap forward. Then she saw it’s thoughts. It can’t see! it though. This is the prefect time to run. I’ll come back and put out the fire later. But if I don’t get away from this wolf, there may not be a later.
And so while the wolf was wandering around in circles, she bolted for the cover of the woods. Even when he can see again, it won’t be that well. And the darkness is just what I need to get away. Unfortunately, she underestimated the wolf’s sense of smell. Soon after she got past the line of trees, she heard a howl behind her and padded feet running to catch up with her. Rebecca ran blindly through the forest. Normally, she was not clumsy, but she tripped on possibly every rock and branch on the forest floor. It hurt her a lot, being barefoot and all. The saying “Sticks and Stones may break my bones” comes to mind! Damn it! Why didn’t I grab my shoes…they were right next to me!
The wolf was coming up faster than she was going and soon it was less than 10 feet behind her. And she reached a smooth and fairly clear path. She recognized it from the one she followed to get to the clearing. It was about a half mile from there to her house. I wont make it…I have to make it. That wolf won’t have me for a midnight snack! And she tried to run as fast as she could. But she was weak from not finishing the ritual. Oh great. Of all the things to slow me down… she thought right before one of the muscles in her ribs cramped.
While she was worrying about watching her footwork, the wolf came closer and became quieter. Why can’t I hear anything? Did it decide that I was harmless and run off? She risked a glance over her shoulder and earned 2 things simultaneously. A loud growl that surprised her and a rock that she tripped over. She turned back as soon as her foot hit the stone and she lost her footing. Putting her hands in front of her face, she bounced off of her right shoulder and onto her left one, hitting her heads in the process. She went about 10 feet before skidding to a stop with her back
The wolf was over her in second of stopping, baring it teeth. Rebecca froze in fear. It reared it head to attack her and that’s all she remembered. The next thing she knew she was in her bed, gasping for air. She knows what would’ve happened next and she shook her head, erasing the thought from existence.
"It was only a dream" She told herself as she stood and dumped her cold tea down the sink. Isis strolled into the room and jumped up onto the counter top, watching curiously. Rebecca looked up at the full moon hanging outside the window, in full view. The cat meowed and glanced out the window, following her gaze. I don’t understand why you don’t go out now and get your strength back. It would make the next couple weeks easier to manage, B. For the both of us… The words went through Isis’s mind, using a nickname that Rebecca hated.
"I'm too tired right now to do anything but go back to bed. And it’s like 3 a.m. So I’ll just have to get through the month somehow…At least tomorrow is my day off.” I don’t think I could deal with the kids like this. She shook her head and glanced up at the moon one last time. The calm and creepy glow that came off it lit up the night sky and reminded her of the dream. She stood straight and sighed, her back was already aching and she already felt weak. Great! And so the suffering begins… Then she walked into the bathroom again. When she glanced into the mirror this time, her face had much more normal colorings than the previous look.
She started up the shower, turning it up to a not yet scalding set. Then she grabbed the edges of her shirt and lifted them. Once they reached her shoulders, it stung. More than it should have if it was just rubbing against some sore spots. She paused, then took the shirt completely off, showing off her favorite black bra. Why would I wear a bra to bed? She thought, a bit worried now. She lifted her hand and ran it along what she could of her shoulder blade. It was very bumpy and swollen. She turned so that her back was facing the mirror, then she turned and looked to see what was really on her back.
There were lines everywhere, going in all directions and scratches that were deep enough to start bleeding. “Oh My Goddess! What the hell happened!” She quickly turned off the shower so she could think clearer. She sat on the toilet lid and hid her face in her hands, trying to remember what she did that would cause those kinds of marks. They would explain the pain she had in her upper back. Right then, a howl erupted somewhere within a mile radius. Rebecca stood up and braced herself against the wall near a window. She stared out into the darkness of the woods, not knowing what watched her..
Middle of pg 20. This one is long!
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