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 Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 9:30 pm
Meredith's smile faded within an instant as she recognized the signs that she'd been through so many times just a few months ago. It'd been a year of agony and torture but she'd somehow come out of it only to find she hadn't actually been a legitimate monster but a test subject. She could kill the one responsible for that but now was not the time for such things and now definitely wasn't the time to become immersed in petty thoughts and memories seeing as though the vampire was now staring at her lip and fighting back what was only natural to him.
"s**t, you still haven't fed? Um ... should I walk away nicely, stick around and drive you nuts or go get you a blood packet from head quarters. Jesus Veroen, you really need to look after yourself better than this."
The funny thing was that she wasn't even afraid for her life. Of course she was rarely afraid or intimidated but she wasn't even paranoid or worried. What the hell was wrong with her? Was she trusting some vampire assassin that'd probably just as likely kill her as protect or befriend her? He'd totally been prepared to brush her off in front of that other assassin, who wasn't to say he wouldn't try and drain her right here and right now?
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 9:38 pm
Veroen silently stood there with a blank stare, not moving an inch, warring inside his mind. He stood so still, it was like he was a stone statue, with clothing on it. He looked back up at her face.
"Blood packets." He said, emotionless. not moving an inch.
His eyes for a split second gave away a sort of pleading look, for this moment was nearly impossible for him to stand. After that split second, his eyes began to grow dark very slowly.
"Quickly" he added, again emotionless.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 9:45 pm
"Yeah, I'll try to get back ASAP. Just ... don't move ... Yeah."
She began bee lining it toward the first car parked in the road. To her luck, which seemed to be rare nowadays it was open and didn't have an alarm system and to her misfortune it didn't have an owner that left the keys inside. Of course this was where street survival skills came in handy and a few things crossed and adjusted later and she was driving at least double the legal speed limit toward haven.
|| Exit to Haven ||
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 9:54 pm
Veroen slowly walked backwards toward an alleyway, where he stopped in the darkness. He stopped against the wall of the building, and slid down to a sitting position.
His hunger consumed him.
He began to transform into his Vampiric appearance. He locked up, staring straight ahead, as his fangs grew, and his eyes turned to black pits. He twitched a little, slowly becoming crazed from his withdrawal from blood.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 9:57 pm
Blood packets tucked under her arm for safe keeping at first was how the plan rolled but once inside the temporarily 'borrowed' vehicle she set them in front of the passenger's seat on the floor where one's feet would rest, started the engine, shifted into drive and floored it. She didn't care if cops ran her over or came wailing after her, she was getting to Veroen as fast as possible, just as she'd promised she would. Well she hadn't actually promised but one got the point. The situation was urgent and she wasn't enough of a b***h to leave him there hanging though she'd told him to stay in the spot she'd left him in so she potentially could have.
Somewhere inbetween ten and fifteen minutes later, Eden pulled up beside Veroen, ducked down in her car and literally tossed a blood packet aimed for his face. Of course she knew that he would have more than enough reflex to catch it and since he had been stupid and parched himself she knew that he'd drain that first pouch in no time flat so she was already reaching for the second one just in case.
"I only grabbed four of these things and if you've gone as long as you said you did without blood I'm certain that'll only curb your thirst for a bit. Sorry I couldn't really handle more but I really wasn't thinking I just grabbed as many as I could for one round and booked it out of there." She didn't know why she was bothering with conversation, after all, this wasn't exactly a time to be all casual and whatnot and she was certain that Veroen wasn't listening to her anyhow.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 10:15 pm
Veroen had locked his body up in shock from the intensity of withdraws he was going through. He lost himself in his mind.
His mind was taken over by his Vampiric instincts just as Meredith pulled up beside him in the alleyway. He was not Veroen anymore, but a crazed Vampire. The blood packet hit him in the face, and he did nothing until the aroma of her blood filled his nostrils once more. He stood up in the blink of an eye, as she spoke to him. He did not hear her, for he was lost in his mind, overtaken by his Vampiric instincts. He moved with grace and speed, appearing next to her. He had the same blank stare on his face, looking at her lip.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 10:23 pm
"Oh s**t ... You're wanting the fresh stuff, huh? Um .... yeah, it'd be really friggin' convenient if you didn't drain me dry ... Normally I'd probably have shot you in the face right now so I'm really hoping that this isn't a mistake because I really wouldn't have as much of a problem with you draining me dry except for I'm going to be a mom and yeah ... Why the f**k am I even talking to you when you've clearly lost it? I told you, I jabber ... So uh ... blood packet?"
She attempted to open the blood packet but she knew that the blood was not fresh and it was disgusting to the true vampire predators to drink such blood. It wasn't even warm anymore, it was maybe room temperature or less now that it'd been in the hotwired car and out in the cold. However, even so she opened it in the hopes that the aroma from the blood that definitely wasn't as tasty as hers would distract him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 10:39 pm
Veroen didn't even see the blood packet. It was like having a steak dinner in front of you after not eating for weeks, then someone behind you opening up a leftover TV dinner that wasn't even heated up. It was impossible to smell the blood packet with fresh blood right in front of him.
He still had a bit of himself controlled, so that prevented him from ripping open her neck and draining her of her sweet blood, but he still couldn't resist the aroma of her blood.
He continued to stare at her lip, slowly being overcome by hunger even more. He grabbed her by the chin, still expressionless, and brought her face to his, connecting her lips to his, and began to feed on the blood that seeped out of her lip. It simply had the appearance of him kissing her to anyone that could see.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 10:48 pm
Though she was certain her whole blood packet antics wouldn't work because her blood was so much tastier than the silly half frozen blood of those long deceased she really had hoped it would. Of course, she knew that her hope was ill placed since she knew exactly what it was like to be parched and to see nothing else but fresh game everywhere. It was overwhelming and thrilling and terrifying all at once. Now she was the quarry and she was going soft on this monster about to taste test her.
The suckling of her bleeding lip wasn't exactly comforting but she wasn't about to complain when he could have just as easily ripped open an artery and ended it right then and there for her. Instead she held perfectly still though her heart began to pump harder in her uncertainty of this entire event and anxiety began to swell up in her as a mother responsible for the life of her child. So she decided to do something rather childish, she closed her eyes and prayed that God would, if nothing else, spare her child.
'I don't know how this whole feeding thing works but if you can hear me, Veroen then please take what you need but I've got a kid ... I don't want to hurt you but my kid's life takes priority over you feeding and sucking me dry.'
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 11:02 pm
Veroen continued to feed on her blood for slightly longer than a minute, still lost in his darkened mind.
He saw nothing but darkness, his memories of his human life repeated itself over and over again, the agony stabbing him repeatedly in his heart as he saw his siblings ripped apart by the Lycans that had gone crazed and entered his home. Slowly, everything melted away in his vision, and then more blackness, as he began to get a warm feeling in his mouth. The pain and memories subsided, and he began to some back to reality. He enjoyed the warm feeling in his mouth, it was pleasing, like a Heroine addict going through withdraws then getting a dose of it after weeks of going without it.
His senses slowly began to return to him. He then realized that he was tasting blood. His eyes popped open in shock, which were no longer black pits, but soft crimson irises once more. His vision returned to him, and he finally saw what he was doing.
He pushed himself away from her instantly, back against the wall, aand stared at her, horrified, thinking he had just bitten her and drained her of blood. He stood there, shocked, staring at her with mixed emotions filling his head.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 11:15 pm
Though it'd barely topped a minute of feeding time when a vampire completely lost itself and did nothing but all out feed, it did take a toll. Of course he'd come no where near close to draining her but she definitely could feel the side effects the same as if she had some huge gash that'd bled out. However, this had come as more of a shock to her and her body than a typical gash would and where she prided herself in having never fainted in her life, the almighty B class hunter did just that. It was too bad she wouldn't be able to brag about that to everyone else anymore without telling a lie, not that Eden really had that on her mind seeing as though everything just went blank for her.
She serenly lost sight of everything and subtlely slumped back into her seat, her chin coming to rest on her chest, her back arched at a weird angle as it was half on and half off the seat. A gentle numbness had come over her and the tingly sensation had just managed to put her to sleep though she absolutely hated being numb. The unconscious huntress' dark purple aviators hit the floor as her head drooped and beyond that there was no noise coming from inside the car minus a faint, accelerated heart beat and very subtle breathing.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 11:25 pm
Veroen was frozen in shock at his own actions. He watched in horror as she fainted. For a moment, he thought he had killed her. Her subtle breathing and heartbeats soon corrected his fears however. He regained control of himself, and began to think fast. He paused for a moment, and listened to her heartbeat with his Vampiric senses. She was low on blood, but not fatally low.
He wasted no time.
He quickly scooped her up in his arms, and moved with unparallel speed up the side of the wall next to them, landing on the rooftop with a soft click. He then made his way towards his own appartment, silently and swiftly, with her still in his arms.
((exit: Veroen's Hideaway))
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 11:31 pm
|| She's knocked out so ... Exit to Veroen's Hideaway! ||
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 1:00 pm
The sight of a woman and an assassin vampire together left its print on the lycan. Seeing the thought of peace between two species with so much bloody history was certainly something that would take anyone's notice. He would have been lying to himself if he said that the thought of coexistence between the species was something he loathed; in fact, it was quite the opposite. He did not care about races, because for his line of work there were no race. He had hunter humans, vampires, demons and even lycanthrope.
But the assassin had something else in his mind. He had a contract to fulfill, and his prey was not too far off. He had contacted his other half, a human female that never slept and was master computer hacker. She knew everything that was there to know. It was her who located the group of humans again, and it was her who revealed another moment to strike. It seemed that they had a small building on the west side of the city.
The building was nothing remarkable, just a ten story building squeezed between two thirty plus story buildings. The woman also told Aiden that they would had a meeting ending at three in the morning, so they were to be expected to emerge shortly afterward.
So the man was now climbing the indoor stairs of a fifty story building that was a mere fifteen blocks away. The advantage of the building was that it was the only building that was erupted face to face with the other. It took only Aiden a minute to reach the red door marked as roof access.
The man pushed open the door and emerged from the darkness, he was still wearing his black apparel and he carried his large rifle. He made his way to the corner of the roof, the red door gently closing itself. He knelt down near the edge and began preparing the rifle again. This time he managed to make all the needed preparations. He detached the carry handle, he attached the bipod, he extended the back monopod, and he removed the muzzle break and replaced it with a silencer. It was thought to be crazy to remove the muzzle break from that powerful rifle, even crazier to switch it for a silencer, since the recoil power would dislocate the shoulder of any human upon firing. But Aiden was far from human.
After everything was complete, Aiden laid down against the cold concrete. The rifle was now a continuation of his body, an extension of himself. He moved his free hand and opened both ends of the scope. Now he waited, with his sniper rifle aimed towards the building. Hopefully he would be able to finish the contract now.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 4:02 pm
Eden's eyes burned and threatened to tear at any moment but she was far too stubborn to give into such a petty thing as letting her eyes tear. She was better off just spending her time alone and by hersef so that people couldn't pull unexpected s**t and make her believe there was a possibility that they gave a damn. She'd been right before when she'd been angry, people were self-serving and that was something that wasn't going to change. To survive the heart ache and the selfishness of everyone else she was going to have to start being a b***h like she'd been practicing before she'd been bitten by Veroen. She'd been right, that'd been the only reason he'd bothered to spend time with her ... And Tokeru had only spent time with her to try and kill her ... and the list could go on but she didn't want to think about such things.
Right now she'd made her mind up about one thing ... She was going to f**king take Ceon up on his offer to turn her into a lycan. She was absolutely pissed and her heart had been twisted and prodded and torn out so many times that she no longer had the ability to function properly. All she wanted to do was go and kick someone's a** and if she was lucky they'd manage to bring her down. However, she knew that she wouldn't be able to lose her fight because she had a kid she had to protect. Of course, once the kid was born there would be nothing stopping her from going all out and getting the city after her for being a wolf and destroying s**t.
She couldn't believe how unfair, how thoughtless life seemed to be when it came to her. Why was she always the one left behind and why did she always miss or turn down the opportunities that might have done her some good as opposed to the ones that brought her pain? First instincts ... if only she'd stopped second-guessing herself and had stopped giving the benefit of the doubt to everyone around her so that they could hurt her. This needed to stop and she'd had her heart stepped on enough times that she'd lost count. She didn't need this bullshit. She didn't need people to 'help her out', she needed the opposite, she needed them to stay the f**k away so that she could live her life and not have them tearing her apart.
'Never again ... never again ...'
As she walked those were the words that echoed inside her mind. Her eyes eventually gave way as they began to brim over with her tears and then they began flowing. Once the tears fell the sobs came and that was when she decided to withdraw into an alley and just take a nice seat and rest while she waited out the storm of her emotions and tears. Her head gently banged against the brick wall as she sobbed, her attempt of trying to get herself to stop being so pathetic and to stop crying but to no avail. It'd been so long since she cried and all the bottled up emotions from years of taking things in stride caught up to her. She was out in the cold, utterly alone, the way that was best for her so that no one could hurt her and bring her to cry like this again.
And thus she sat there in the cold, utterly alone, her only companion the thoughts and memories that tortured her and the tears; memories of people she'd thought were friends, people that cared for her, people she'd loved. There was nothing now, no one and that was certainly the best way to go about things. Alone now, she could finally come to terms and be at peace and yet she knew she wouldn't be. The lonliness would set in, there was no winning at this. It was a huge circle, a cycle that was her pathetic life.
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