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 Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 8:18 pm
An irrational and anxious part of Cosette’s mind swiftly began forming a belief that Stan wouldn’t even feel a tiny pinprick of a hungry little bite. Maybe he was so far lost on the verge of unconsciousness that he wouldn’t even care that danger pressed little feather kisses upon his throat, searching for just the right spot. It was all too similar to laying out heroin in front of a heavy addict and simply expecting them to behave, not to snatch it up between their greedy fingers and settle the savage cravings. How could she deny it when he lie there, relaxing deep into her grasp and basically yielding to her in his dreamy state. There was no need to muddle the mind with soothing illusions; Stan had quite nearly reached that state all on his own.
“Too strong…” She repeated, her voice trembling with each word. The scent, the warmth; it was simply all too much for Cosette’s solid control. She normally handled such cases so well, never wishing to deal with the messy aftermath that was so common in the heat of a bloodlust; but this was different. Just an easy and clean kill, one that lay just beneath her hands. With just that realization, She had made her mind up and there was no going back. And so, there wasn’t the slightest bit of hesitation or second thought when she bit into the flesh. Tore hard enough that her teeth might break the skin and grace her with what she needed more than good company or a friend.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:00 pm
Absanthe
Meredith, surprisingly enough hadn't even trembled once in fear but she had been trembling indeed but out of anger. She couldn't believe what a b*****d Ceon was. He'd invited her over for ******** supper and then because she was finally happy again he had to go and try to ******** kill their child! Fine! That was fine by her because now he wasn't going to see his kid at all! If he did see his kid they would definitely know that their own father had tried to kill them when they'd just been two weeks old and that he had anger management issues and had tried to kill her as well. Her aim wasn't to get the kid to hate Ceon but she figured they deserved to know the truth about the matter.
However, just as she'd been about to tell Veroen a few things on her mind he began collapsing and she barely caught him before he keeled over and hit the rooftop. She gently sat down on the rooftop and placed Veroen's unconscious form in her lap as she hugged him though he didn't need her body warmth. She didn't want to let him go, though, everything that could have gone wrong between Ceon and her had gone wrong and everything between him and Lily that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. She no longer had the support of this child's father and she was outraged at how two-faced Ceon had turned out to be.
Meredith gently ran her hands through Veroen's hair as he laid there unconscious and she gently kissed his cheek before whispering into his ear though he couldn't hear her. "Thanks, sweetie. It's my turn to protect you ... I'm sorry for putting you through all this."
As they sat there alone up on the roof Eden rocked Veroen's unconscious form back and forth, partly out of nervousness and partly out of habit since if he'd been a human she would have needed to keep his circulation running. However, she held him close to her, protectively as she sat up on the barren rooftop with her legs crossed, shivering slightly since she'd been through an awful lot of snow.
Veroen woke up shortly thereafter, to himself being held by Meredith. He very slowly began to regain movement of his limbs. hHe opened his eye, and looked around, remembering what had happened. He then felt her warm body holding him. He slightly smiled.
"Is everything ok?" he asked, in wonder of how she was feeling.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:20 pm
"I'm fine thanks to you and that other lycan. I'm really pissed, though that he'd just f**king blow up like that and try to f**king kill OUR child right after he invited me over for f**king dinner and told me that he was going to prove me wrong about him being the bad s**tty person I thought he was. What did he do? He went and friggin' proved me right! I don't care if he has anger problems, he tried to kill my kid so as far as I'm concerned he doesn't need to know a f**king thing about this kid anymore. It's no longer any of his d**ned business and he decided that when he tried to kill my baby! I even told him that there were no promises he and I would be a 'unit' and he blows up anyhow! I explained that both of us were drunk, that it didn't mean we had to live together just because he knocked me up but apparently he felt some sort of 'connection' so he tries to kill my child when I'm finally happy?! No wonder his other family f**king left him! He's not an animal, he's an effing monster!"
It was clear that she was really outraged that Ceon would dare do such a thing after she'd explained to him that she wasn't necessarily going to get with him and live with him just because he'd gotten her pregnant. He said he wanted what was best for the baby, it'd been a ton of bulls**t he'd spewn from his mouth to get her to buy into his crap. She couldn't believe that he dared to redeem himself to her just before deciding to kill their baby. He was a horrible, horrible person and he'd more than crossed her line and if she found him anywhere near her, near Veroen, near her child she wouldn't hesitate to kill him upon sight.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:32 pm
Veroen listened to her go on about how terrible of a person Ceon was. Veroen's face turned into a frowning expression, deep in thought.
Oh how he wished he could have killed the mutt when he had the chance. Ceon was his new enemy for ever putting Edith in danger. It was wrong. Veroen didn't particularly like the fact that his child was inside of the love of his life either, but if she wanted it, then he would stand by her and her decision.
He would never let that mutt get the chance to ever touch Edith again. He vowed to kill Ceon if necessary. He had built his entire life on killing Jaden. Killing one of his lessers would not be so much of a problem for Veroen. He knew their weknesses, and their moves, as well as their habits. He was a Vampire Assassin bred for killing Lycans, and he intended to take advantage of that, if needed.
His thoughts were interrupted whenever he noticed that Edith was losing her warmth.
He stood up, and turned around, offering Edith his hand.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:49 pm
Stan was drifting off to sleep, very slowly. His eyes fluttered a bit, tilting his neck to one side, dipping his head into the couch. It left his neck open, giving better access to the welcomed flurry of kisses which soothed. During any other contingency, Stan would have been suspicious and even violent by this time, and it would slowly become apparent that this may be too easy for the vampire. The psychologist had been subdued. He was neutralized. He welcomed the comfort, blissfully unaware of the danger present.
In his trance between awareness and sleep; Stan began to feel. It was an odd circumstance as he felt absolutely displaced from the whole thing. The detachment was objective, Stan had fallen into a pit of indifference, leaving him to dissect these "feelings" on his own. It was.... lonely. He dived in. There was hunger, need, a loss of control. It was trying to convince itself of something. It needed to. After all; she wasn't exactly human.
Stan's eyes shot open, fully aware, and not quite sure why. Luckily, the psycho-cognitive processes in his mind moved at a velocity that matched real time. Only a second or two had passed, and Cosette was planting her last kiss. Stan understood and his hand darted to his coat while his other hand moved to clasp upon her wrist. As Cosette plunged her head, she would be a centimeter or two off his neck as Stan shoved a slim object over his shoulder, attempting to poke the Vampire right in her eye. Stan had the advantage. He was given a head start.
The object was slender and black. Cosette knew Stan and she knew what it was. It was a flashlight and it had a 15 volt UV bulb. Theoretically, if Stan flicked the light on, it would burn right through her blue orb and set fire to her brain. It would be as bad as decapitation for a vampire. "What are you doing?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:54 pm
Eden had been ranting for so long and she'd been trembling with so much anger that she hadn't noticed afterwards that she was, in fact, shivering as well as shaking with anger. Of course she wasn't going to stay outside too much longer because under normal circumstances she would have insisted upon remaining outside and that she was fine but with her kid she didn't want to risk it. Instead, she accepted Veroen's hand and began obediently following him as he began to lead her away from the roof. However, she soon remembered that neither of them really had a place to go or stay since Veroen's apartment had been razed and she no longer had a place. Of course she could stay at haven but since Veroen was not a hunter he would not be permitted inside the place, not that the leaders were there to enforce the rules.
"I really wish," she said with a goofy smile, "that I'd brought that London Fog out with me as opposed to leaving it on the counter. What a waste of ten bucks. You left yours on the counter too, didn't you?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:01 pm
Veroen chuckled at her statement about her drink. She always seemed to think about the unlikeliest of things during situations that had nothing to do with those things. Veroen chuckled again, and shook his head in amusement.
"Yes i did" Veroen said in between the chuckles.
He too, also came to the realization that niether of them had a home now. She did, however, have the haven, but Veroen wasn't allowed there. He wished there was someplace they could go, where she could get out of the cold and he could still spend time with her.
He looked around the area, in curiosity of what to do in this situation.
He looked at her after a moment, then asked her, "Do you have any ideas Edith?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:14 pm
"Dang ... I guess yours wasn't warm anyhow so I wouldn't have had too much use for it anyhow. But maaan, Star Bucks is good stuff if you order the right stuff and both of us did and we ended up leaving it behind ... I hope someone at least table surfs it so that it doesn't go to complete waste. God have mercy on us ... we wasted our drinks and the children in Africa will one day have their revenge on us for being such piss poor people because we're unappreciative of what we have. Amen."
It was a spoof prayer to be funny though she actually was a Christian, hence her insisting upon not having an abortion. Having a kid rip through her ribs and rip her apart wasn't the most appealing idea but she didn't have to worry about that for another few months. However, as they were walking her stomach happened to rumble and she definitely remembered something she'd forgotten to do.
"All that talking and praying about Star Bucks made me really hungry ... Not to mention that b**tard didn't even feed me a legitimate supper. He gave me bananas for Gods sake but I suppose that's what I get for being a vegetarian, hey?" She smiled and gently nudged him as they walked along, leading him off to a nice little parlour-type place that had their own menu. A local business.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:27 pm
Veroen laughed softly at their conversation, enjoying the peace for once. Come to think about it, this was actually the only time both of them had ever went out and enjoyed themselves peacefully.
'I could get used to this...' Veroen thought to himself, admiring Eden's shape and face. She was beautiful indeed, and this moment was getting closer and closer to perfect by each moment.
He took her hand, and linked it with his as they walked, heading for a parlour-ish place. Veroen smiled, looking forward.
"I guess you would have to consider me a vegetarian too."Veroen said with a smirk, before nudging her back, continuing the joke, referring to himself as a vegetarian for not drinking fresh human blood anymore.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:39 pm
Since the place was more of a walk-in-cafe type thing and it was quite late, there wasn't any waitress waiting at the doorway to greet them or take them to their seats so Meredith just took a seat at the counter where they'd be able to see that she was there. She walked through the door and couldn't help but beam with happiness as she and Veroen linked hands and walked together into the place and to their seats. Even when taking their seats, Eden didn't unlink her hand with Veroen's until she went to take her gloves off, revealing her forest green nail polish and many scars and nicks on her hand from hand to hand combat. There were some clearly defined stab wounds and one was even a cresent shape, someone had bitten her.
The remaining staff noticed that Veroen and Meredith had popped in and they quickly retrieved some menus for the couple. Edith thanked them with a warm, glowing smile and flicked up her menu in order to see what was on it. There weren't a whole lot of things, not a vast selection but she didn't expect that from a small budget place like this anyhow. She decided, though, that she was going to pick something that was cheap and something that didn't take a million hours to prepare because she already felt bad enough for making people work when they clearly didn't usually work at this time of night.
"Would I be able to get your grilled cheese sandwiches and some tomato soup on the side and some crackers, please?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:46 pm
Veroen noted her scars in his head, guessing in his mind what each one was from. His eyes lingered on the crescent shaped one for a moment, then he looked away, and back up, only to hear Eden order a grilled cheese sandwhich. He chuckled and whispered in her ear, "I wonder how many cows they had to kill to make that cheese sandwhich." Veroen finished with a subtle laugh, trying to mess with her.
He then smiled at Eden, and then ordered a beer, which sucked because they only carried bud lite exclusively. But Veroen was a vampire, and did not eat, so he lit up a cigarette, and waited for his beer to be served.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 11:52 am
((Absanthe went on a vacation thing for a week, and wont be back till thursday of next week. So I'm just gonna NPC her back to Haven...lol))
After Veroen and Eden had spent time together at the small walk in restauraunt, they parted ways, Eden went back to Haven to take a break from everything, and get some sleep, while Veroen decided to salvage what he could from his now burnt down apartment. After he and Eden had said their goodbye's ending their encounter with a slow and prolonged kiss, Veroen watched as she exited the area, toward the Haven. He gently smiled at her as she walked away, glad that he could spend time with her alone, in a peaceful setting.
He then turned, and entered a clothing store, that was just about to close. He quickly perchased a new black Trench coat, which had a hood built into its leathery exterior. He stopped at the sunglasses, but quickly remembered that it was pointless, for he now only had one eye. He rubbed his uncomfortable eyepatch, trying to get used to it.
He then walked out of the store, and made his way down the sidewalk, wearing his new black leather trench coat, slightly drawing attention from passerby's, who noticed his eyepatch. he said nothing to anyone, keeping his Assassin resolve, and keeping a low profile. He kept his human pace, and made his way to what used to be his apartment.
((Exit: Veroen's Hideaway))
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 3:52 pm
“I wasn’t going to…”Her voice escaped broken, tainted and quivering with evidence of her fracturing control. “I promise..” Cosette paused again, unable to force the lie from her lips. If she told an obvious lie, would Stan flick that light on? It was for that same reason that Cosette allowed Stan to keep hold of her wrist, despite that with perfect ease she could have pulled away. It’s downright horrible to build up all that hungry anticipation, pile together so much savage need and then in one tragic instant, bring it all to one very abrupt halt. Cosette’s slender body fell into a deathly standstill, paused and utterly unmoving. The vampire talented greatly with agility had been caught behind, her reflexes a fraction of a second much too late.
“Stan, I’m sorry….really.” Cosette muttered half-heartily. Part of her, the swiftly wining part wasn’t in the least bit apologetic. No, she very much wanted to see blood flow by any means necessary. Growing desperate, she thought to try and appeal to the male in Stan. Hoping it wasn’t such an obvious movement, She tilted her head just the slightest. Not only to put herself out of such dangerous range of that flashlight, but to plant a flurry of kisses upon his cheeks as she reached the side of his face with her lips, whispering haste apologies the entire time. Cosette was very rarely one to offer affection since it often lead to indecent things, but she was desperate. She was a frantic heartbeat away from giving into a violent compulsion to rip her only friend apart with her bare hands, a savage impulse that the oh-so proper and heavily self-controlled Cosette would never consider under normal circumstances.
She knew every well that Stan wasn’t gullible, that he knew exactly what she was doing and what she so very much felt she needed; but maybe the kisses would subdue him. Maybe they would awake a human equivalent of lust within him, distract him enough that he could be controlled. She wasn’t certain that Stan had ever considered her in such a way, but before retorting to violence; she thought it was worth a try.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 12:25 pm
The psychologist didn't say much. His inner smart-alec was nearly as confused as the rest of his body. How did he manage to stop Cosette, having not been able to on previous occasions, when she did try to bite him? Or did she? She couldn't possibly have tried to kill him, could she? Cosette wouldn't have failed if she did, and Stan was still quite unsure what caused his jumpiness. Paranoia perhaps? She did say that Stan couldn't possibly stay awake forever. His subconscious was aware of that. Yup, animal instincts, that's Stan's assumption. "No, I think you were. You wouldn't be nervous right now if all you were doing was coming onto me while I slept."
By the time that Stan finally spoke, Cosette would have been kissing his cheeks for the better part of a minute, while cooing soft apologies. It would have been fine believing her, but the connotations were wearing his patience thin. He wasn't going to give in to it, despite the weariness that was finally swimming back to his eyes, the kisses weren't going to work. "Separation, please." It was loud enough, stern enough, and downright serious enough to be heard. He adjusted the flashlight a bit. "Back up for a few feet, will ya? I'm trying to think and I can't be Mr.Celibate with you breathing down my neck." He paused for a few seconds, "And you're not sorry."
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