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 Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 10:17 pm
She watched Lily walk off.
I will catch up with you. She said into Lily's mind.
"And now, has the void swallowed you whole?" In part, she knew it had not completely taken him. If it had, he would not be here, speaking. Probably. Her eyes were glowing emerald as she had just fed. She looked him in the eye, hoping for some glimpse into his control within the void, and perhaps, to see the man at the bottom of wherever the crimson pit ended. They all had baithed in so much bloodshed.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 6:03 am
Veroen turned his head and gazed at nothing in particular. Had it swallowed him whole? This was a question better left unanswered. In truth the assassin was on the edge of a knife, barely keeping his balance lest he fall into the darkness of the Void forever, and turning into the monster that was bent on getting out. He had not yet completely let the Voids dark embrace engulf him, but it was dangerously close to that point.
He inhaled and exhaled cigarette smoke with a thoughtless face.
He wondered if this is how Kyrre felt every passing day... Though he never got to converse with the Voidmaster elder, he respected Kyrre for dealing with this type of burden for as long as he had.
He continued to gaze at nothing for a few moments as these thoughts passed through his head.
"Sometimes there are things that we just cannot avoid, Rogue..." he spoke with a somewhat grim expression that only was visible for a moment, before vanishing, and replaced with the same emotionless face he always had. He turned back to her for a moment, gazing into her gleaming emerald eyes.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 8:55 am
"I wish I could argue with you and tell you how wrong you are." She knew it was each vampire's destiny if they lived long enough.
She saw him there. Trapped as it were, or clothed in the void. But she still saw the man.
"What were you, before any of this life and darkness?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 7:52 pm
Veroen looked at her for a moment.
"I was a killer for a living. An assassin in medieval times..." He said, trailing off.
He had tried running away from it back then, tried to live a happy life with his brother and sister. But it was all in vain.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 10:46 pm
"And did you enjoy the killing, or were you just good at it? Everything in that time was a fight for survival of the fittest as it were...so different from this decadent day.."
She had managed to wipe most of the blood off her face and lit a cigarette taking a long drag.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 11:47 pm
Veroen shook his head slightly as he blinked.
"No. I was good at it. I did what I had to to put food on the table for me and my sister...." He hesitated.
"I took up whatever contracts our leader offered to me, accepting them because if I didn't, she would starve. I was not as strong willed back then, but I was good at killing. Very good."
He lit up another cigarette, and inhaled the smoke.
Exhaling, he continued, "One day my brethren planned on slaughtering our leader and making me the new leader of the entire sector clan. They said I would treat them better, and do things differently, to benefit everyone. I refused, for it was against my promises of loyalty, and my oaths. They tried to kill him anyway, and failed. However, they all pinned it on me, convincing our leader that I was the mastermind behind it all. He didn't believe them at first, but he knew if I went rogue that I would be the biggest threat. So just to be safe, he decided to kill me, or try to anyway, after slaughtering the traitors that attempted to murder him. He immediately put a price on my head to all the sectors, and many came from all the lands to kill me and claim their prize. But many knew of me and who I was, and knew I wouldn't have done anything to our leader, or anyone else in the clan. A civil war inside the clan eventually broke out because many of the assassins doubted our leader and his intentions, and the price on my head was the straw that broke the camels back."
He inhaled again, and exhaled.
"I took my sister, and ran, ran as far away as i could. Regretfully, I killed many assassins that were once brothers to me, for they came for me and my sister. I did all that I could do to keep her alive, and safe. Our mother and father died when we were but toddlers, and we were left to fend for ourselves. I took care of her, and did what I had to as we grew up, even resorted to being a killer for a living, taking lives on a daily basis so that my sister could live a decent life. We eventually went to our half brothers home, and stayed there in secret for a while, with his permission. I put them both in danger by doing so..."
He paused. He had forgotten that he was even talking to Rogue. Whilst he spoke, he was reliving his past, speaking out all the events of his past life as a human. He stopped, took another drag and flicked it out into the street.
He couldn't believe himself. These were memories he kept to himself, and shared with no one. No one. And yet here he was, blabbering out his past as if it was just something he had seen on tv last night. He turned his body and was silent, memories flashing through his Void infested mind.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 9:31 am
She was no assassin as a human. But she harbored much rage and anger, which...once turned made her a doubly Sanguinarian. Their lives as vampires usually held echoes of what they were no matter how much they had changed. Rogue had lived too long not to notice the pattern.
As he began to pause she could see his eyes leaving the present, as if he were seeing a cinema all his own within his mind. She hesitated to ask, but decided to risk it anyway.
His hold on his past strengthened his hold against being swallowed by the void. Memories...even the painful ones, were worth holding onto. Quietly, after a moment of his silence, she spoke with caution and with a gentle earnest inquiry. "If I can ask...what became of your sister?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 11:34 am
Veroen's ears perked at her question. He turned his back to her, and was silent for a few moments that seemed to last lifetimes.
"I watched helplessly as a pack of Lycans devoured my brother. I watched helplessly. I tried to barricade me and my sister inside one of the rooms with furniture, as the Lycans feasted on my screaming brother. I busted out the stained glass window, and helped her climb out the window, hoping the barricade would hold long enough for us to escape the house of stone. As she jumped down, her arm got cut by some of the broken glass. I jumped down as well, and we ran toward the woods. But her bleeding cut was all the Lycans needed to find us."
He paused for a moment, and made no sound.
"It didn't take long for them to find us. I tried to fight them off, but I was merely a mortal, against 5 Lycans. I almost killed one, but two pounced on me and tore at my flesh. I screamed."
Another pause.
"And then I saw the other 3 chase after my running, and terrified sister. She didn't even get 6 feet. I screamed again. One of the Lycans tried to bite my neck, but i jammed my arm in its mouth, and it took a few fingers. Another scream."
He clenched his left hand, which was missing his ring finger and half of his middle finger. His eyes began to water, and darken as he spoke with his back still to Rogue.
"Her screams turned into gurgled noise as they ripped out her throat, and feasted on her fragile, broken body."
Black tears streamed out of his eyes, and he bowed his head with clenched fists, and clenched fangs.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 9:21 pm
"Why did you survive?"
She spoke the words quietly with more statement like nature because...he was standing before her.
Rogue took a drag on her cigarette and let the air out slowly. Her eyes glowed in the dark, looking upon his back as he was turned to her. Rogue's head was tilted towards to ground, but her eyes were locked upon him, scanning his aura and the colors coursing through as his memories played out.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 10:15 pm
Veroen was silent. How pathetic. He hadn't shed tears in what seemed like centuries. Yet here he was, doing so in the presence of a woman whom he tried to kill the last time he saw her.
"I hardly remember seeing her kill the beasts, for I had lost too much blood..." The tears stopped. "...but she turned me, to save my life." He could remember her face as she bit into his neck, turning him into a creature of the night. The oh-so-sweet intoxicating pain flowing through his body. His life was changed forever.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 6:14 am
If she understood any part of the story above the rest, it was that moment of turning that they all shared. The blood changing everything it touched and the pain killing and making everything its own...
She took a long drag.
"Do you regret her decision to do so and bring you into this world?"
The other parallel would have been him dying that very night at the hands of a pack of dogs.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 6:54 am
Veroen was silent. He knew how he felt about it.
"I did for a very long time. Now, I am not so sure. I have done nothing for the good of the world, only killed countless innocent lives, and brought death and destruction on unimaginable levels."
He turned to her, his crimson irises consumed by darkness.
"We are a plague upon this planet, Rogue, little more than a virus slowly killing its host. And at times I cant help but to admire that."
A sarcastic grin found its way onto his face as he spoke the last sentence. He let out a short lived laugh, and you could almost hear the void laugh with him.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 2:41 pm
She grinned mischievously. "I like to think of it more as population control. We are the cap, and a main reason why humanity is still here."
She took a drag on her cigarette and shifted her weight.
She stared at the darkness in him, and it stared back at her own darkness. She felt the camaraderie as the void staring out between them both.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 2:51 pm
Meredith hadn't wanted to concern her hunters with details that were potential rumors so far as she knew but word had come to her via a few hunters that they'd encountered abnormally strong lycans, vampires and tainted on a few patrols. Of course she knew that all three races were physically superior to humans, she'd been hunting them for years. However, apparently in these particular cases there had been supernatural hunters who had been struggling with supernaturals they should have been evenly matched against. This news didn't bode well with Eden and she had taken it upon herself personally to investigate.
The huntress wore a forest green trench coat that reached down to her knees accompanied by a black turtleneck, skinny jeans and steel-toed boots. She was playing it casual and attempting not to draw attention to herself, however, she did have her favored weapon on her. The Heartgate was concealed beneath her coat and in it's transportable form seeing as the axe was much too large to haul around when it was in its true form. She'd had it modified by some experts and it had definitely been worth it.
A recent report had come into her on her comm saying that two hunters were in the process of tracking what seemed to be a superior supernatural, the description of one she'd been informed of previously. Eden had decided to tag along and perhaps tango with this creep and assure that he wouldn't be a problem for her hunters any longer. This was ridiculous and needed to be put to a stop, however, caution needed to be issued or else she could potentially be out of her job. Eden couldn't afford to have herself taken down when the hunters were in the midst of a crisis.
As the huntress was walking her own heightened senses detected something that seemed ... dark and that instantly told her that it was likely due to void users being within the vicinity. That or she was just getting the Halloween jitters since there always seemed to be something funky that happened before Halloween. However, she trusted her instinct and decided to follow her hunter sense tingling within her. And surely enough it lead her to two vampires, though one she definitely hadn't been expecting to see ever again and had been caught completely off guard.
Surely enough, from the shadows, of course, she saw both Rogue and Veroen conversing, Veroen crying and Rogue being sympathetic. So was she swaying him back to her side and attempting to turn him against her and use him again as he'd discovered the coven had always been doing? Was Veroen willing to go back to that with the knowledge that he was being used? Perhaps because he had really never known anything but the coven he wasn't able to let it go even though it had abandoned him and used him. Maybe he was too scared to look at the other options extended to him, her own extension ...
The lycanthrope huntress knew that withdrawing into the shadows was no use for remaining hidden from the two since they were both apart of the shadows so she decided to simply reveal herself. As opposed to saying anything at first she simply stood there and surveyed them, sizing both of them up. She stood in a defensive stance, clearly prepared to take both of them on though her hazel eyes turned questioningly to Veroen. They were glossy and difficult to read, clearly some changes had undergone in her self discipline. On the inside, though, she just wanted to break down and run away. She had no idea what he was doing, what he had been doing and what he was planning on doing. And seeing him there with Rogue acting as though they were friends put a dark hole in her that burned. Had he betrayed her after all she'd been through with him?
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 5:23 pm
Veroen's laugh was cut short when he caught a scent in the air. Her scent. His head snapped to the left just to see Meredith walk out of the shadows. He stood still, unsure of what to do, mixed emotions flowing through him. His darkened eyes noticed she was sizing both of them up, and she was standing in a defensive stance.
"Ah hell..." were the only words that ran through his head.
He knew where this was going to lead. Rogue, and Meredith, both here before him. Where did Veroen stand? Even he was unsure of that. The Void within him tugged slightly toward Rogue, yet the little part of him that hadn't been swallowed by the Void tugged towards Meredith.
Hunter Leader? Or Vampire Elder? This would be interesting....
Veroen stood there, expressionless, and dumbfounded.
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