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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 8:28 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 8:33 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 8:42 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 1:21 pm
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Blaise looked up startled. had the girl read her mind? Surely she would have felt it if she had-one of the pros of growing up with a telepath cousin. She shrugged and figured she might as well tell the truth. After all, what was the worst thing that could happen. "I don't..or at least I didn't. It's men I've always hated. The way they think themselves supperior, the way they think period." Blaise knew how they thought. She'd atracted looks both human and nonhuman from a very early age. And she knew mortal men considered themselves powerful, thought a woman to be for mere entertainiment to be played with and strung along. Those were the boys she'd choose. The jocks, the top dogs, the ones that thought they ruled the world. They disgusted her. She hated them. So she gave them a bit of their own medicine. Let them be played for once. And they never forgot it. "As for humans in general? We've always been taught to at the very least steer clear of them." by we she meant her coven but what she said next was her opinion. "They're weak, and stupid, and unable to defend themselves. And yet somehow manage to harm us. They live in blissful peace unaware of the dangers around them taking and having all they want. And when they find that one thing that is different, that one thing that disrupts it, they find stakes and light the fire." She hoped she didn't need to spicify on her references to the burning times. She hinestlydidn't think she could. Blaise could see her magic coiledi nside her begging for her to give into her emotions and set it loose. Not wanting to set the school on fire or levitate anything-or anyone on her first day she took a breath and stared at the desk rather moodily keeping her face blank of emotion and figured she might as well finish the tale. "I lost my sister to humans. once when she fell in love with one and left us afraid that he'd be killed for knowing about us. And then again when vampires-not too keen on exposure found and killed them both. I'll admit I've always played them but that was when I truly started hating them. If they don't do any good, they least they could do is not get us killed " Finishing her little speech Blaise kept her eyes on the rows of desks. Thea hadn't deserved to be killed, she was good even to humans. Maybe the vampires had been right, humans were vermin.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 9:28 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 10:18 am
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Blaise looked up at the girl nooding apreciately for the condolences. She wasn't used to being consoled. Thea had been the little sister. The good girl, the sensitive one the one that wanted to heal every stray...thing she found. Blaise had been-still was, trouble. She'd use her magic left and right getting them expelled from school to school-the coven had very strict rules when it came to exposure and with good enough reason. She was fierce and proud, a witch, and wasn't good at showing emotions that made her feel weak.-grief was one of them. "We were cousins" she said not knowing why she bothered to clarify. It's not like anyone could ask if they were really sisters anymore. "Our mothers were sisters-twins, we were born the same day and both our mothers passed at child birth. So we were raised as sisters. The coven members all took turns raising us" well no that part wasn't completely true, thanks to Blaise's games the family members that took them often gave them back to whatever unfortunate soul happened to visit. Poor Thea had gone along being shuffled from relative to relative even thought she'd done nothing. "She was my little sister" she said then added "How can you say the human did not deserve to die? After he took her from her home, put her life at risk, got her murdered, he couldn't even defend her after all she risked for him" Because the mortal boy had loved Thea, Blaise knew that much. She'd tried to lure him away from her sister in a desperate attempt to keep her safe. He'd resisted, turned her down, and that was when she knew they loved each other, and she'd let herself sister go. Lot of good love did them in the end. He was still a human, still useless, powerless, vermin-and for vermin her sister had died.
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 6:52 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 9:41 am
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