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 Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 4:06 pm
The only thought that echoed between the walls of Cosette’s rapidly deteriorating mind was that she should have simply murdered Stan while there were still hopes for a flawless and clean kill. A preference that she decided was lost and no longer obtainable. If there was blood to be spilt, it would be spilt in one messy display. Surprisingly as requested, Cosette did pull away however slowly and with clear resentment and regret marring that pretty porcelain face. The regret she felt had absolutely nothing to do the tragic fact that she had quite nearly killed her friend, But that she had failed in her attempts. Or worse yet, that wound to her pride when Cosette had resorted to sleazy antics in a vain hope to sooth and seduce Stan back into his dream state; a feat that she hadn’t even been able to manage during her hungry haste for blood.
“Of course I’m not sorry. I’ve done nothing wrong. You were the idiot who ran into me and then invited me here. I was out to replenish and you interrupted my evening schedule. It’s really your fault.” She replied, her voice a nearly incoherent mumble. In this uncontrolled and nearly homicidal composure, Cosette found it rather difficult to think and speak in the same instant. She was distracted, the blue eyes searching about the room for something. Something…and then it caught her eye, that shotgun that lay upon the other side of the room. She had had actually went to move for it, but hesitated abruptly when her mind flickered to another idea. The shotgun would be too wasteful, blood would splatter; but she had remembered something about the kitchen. Cosette distinctively remembered that one of the drawers contained knifes, a discovery she had made in her search for coffee.
“I’ll give you some room to think” She mumbled, turning to head to the kitchen swifter than Stan would have time to mull over where or why she was going to the other room.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 4:58 pm
He felt frenzied rage. Stan wasn't angry. Well, a bit ticked off that Cosette may have tried to kill him. But still, he wasn't in raged. Why did he feel rage? Disembodied rage, really. Stan tried not to think about it. Especially when Cosette retreated into the kitchen. Something was obviously up with her. The psychologist stood up and for his own safety remained by the couch. Although he did flick on his flashlight, and pointed it at the ground. In the light of the room, the blacklight was unable to be seen and was pretty much invisible light. "Cosette. You need to leave. I'm tired."
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 6:10 pm
When Cosette reached the kitchen, she gave pause to the entire idea that she ought to kill Stan. It was easier to think or at least partially piece together back her control away from the scent or sight of him that fueled the ragging thirst. She was furious, irritated that a simple boy had reduced her to such a primal state. Cosette had always been so proud of herself for demonstrating such tremendous control; she rarely gave into barbaric instincts since they were so below her. She’d always had fun just playing around, taunting and terrorizing Stan. Lock him in little airtight barriers and watch him fret around, It was amusing and more than enough to sooth the carnivorous needs that clawed for release at this very instant. Stan might have been safer locked tight and safely out of her reach, but not only did she prefer Stan very much with in her grasp, she also couldn’t manage to pull her mind together enough to exert any of those abnormal abilities no matter how much fun it could have been.
She might have been able to hold onto that line of thought if Stan had kept his mouth shut. See, this was entirely his fault. He was adding fuel to the fire by insisting she leave now. No, she would leave when she felt like it. And she had no intentions of leaving until she had exactly what she wanted. So easily she snapped back into a predator’s mind while thrusting open the drawer and stealing one of those lovely knifes.
“You’re tired? You could have just slept right on through it, Stan. You wouldn’t have even felt it.” Her voice was so level, so void of her usual scorn or laughter. Even those blue eyes seemed to lack their brilliance. She stood in the entryway to the hall, her dainty arms hanging loose at her sides with the blade tucked neatly at her back in the waistline of her jeans. She was watching Stan, her eyes dipping to the flashlight every few moments. If she hadn’t been so dreadfully hungry, this little stand off could have easily turned in to a little game. Cat and mouse, How fun that would have been, Cosette thought for one brief hazy sane moment. “A flashlight won’t save you.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 6:44 pm
"Oh!" He spoke cheerfully almost as if surprised. Stan was back. With her little speech, Cosette made her intentions known, and that made Stan.... Stan again. He gestured the flashlight. "This! But it will. How do you think I got these?" He pointed at the glasses on his face and stood ready. Stan wasn't the best when it came to fighting immortals but he had the general concept down pat. He enjoyed Cosette's company and Stan would preferably not fight. He also knew that Cosette wasn't a repenting vampire. Stan knew that she obviously practiced the act of sustaining by murder. He seperated his feet and made a pivot point with one them. He'd need to be fast. "Try me."
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 3:25 pm
Cosette had never been too talented in combat. After all, she was a spoiled little rich girl; but when one turned over the reins to instinct, it could produce rather dangerous results. Under normal circumstances, Cosette would already have given up and found an easier kill with much less fuss, but it was personal now. Stan had wounded her pride when he’d rejected her, refused what might have at first been just a little taste to quench her thirst. The crazed Cosette had no intentions of playing fair; she simply wanted her victory so she could claim her prize. While Stan rambled about acquiring glasses, Cosette swiftly glanced around the room to make note of the light switches. She had waited, her little fingers twitching with deranged anticipation until Stan had muttered that last arrogant bit before she took to any action. In a movement that was too swift for human eyes, Cosette dashed to the other side of the room, flicking off the light switches to submerge the room in to darkness. She had simply been standing in the hallway and gone the next. If Stan had any hope to subdue the murder within his home, he was going to have to be awfully swift on his feet. And there was that flashlight to consider, a beam of light amongst the dark that marked Stan as the target like a beacon. It sure wasn’t very honorable, but Stan seemed the most open from the back. How well would he be able to flash that beam of light down his backside? So that’s what she went for. With that kitchen blade in hand, she dashed towards him on deadly quick toes, aiming high in hopes to deliver a slash to the back of his neck. Cut deep enough and paralyze him. She could only hope it would be so swift and easy.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 4:34 pm
This was the sort of thing that Stan would've hoped for, if he had the time to even begin to hope for a preferred condition. Her footsteps were registered a bit faster than his eyes could ever capture her physical form. He'd have to stay in the corner with his ear shot, plus the lights were now off. Her patterns would help as well, Stan would think as his body prepared for the absolute worse, knowing full well that she was behind him. Or at the very least about to be. Stan knew that going from behind was Cosette's MO, based on all the times she had wrapped her arms from behind him, whispering dangerous somethings into his ear. He flicked the light off and that's when Cosette began her dash.
In a frenzy, Stan would pivot on his foot that had been placed there for that purpose. He spun around in a one-eighty, keeping his right foot on the ground the entire time, while dipping down in a low crouch. Stan was a full foot taller than Cosette and when he dropped, the upwards stab of the knife overshot, striking the air an inch or two above Stan's head. He flicked on the light not even half a second later. The light, if it did as planned, would shine against Cosette's stomach area. The UV of the black light would pierce the clothing (not literally) and begin to burn at her skin and beyond. He'd move it around slightly to maximize damage, along with the heightening of the pain she would feel. The stunning properties of the burning pains would enable his next move. Of course, it was all dependent upon whether or not his plan worked.
Stan would shoot upwards, light still on her, his free hand attempting to wrap around the upper-arm of Cosette's knife hand. As he would go up, the proximity of the two would become less than two inches in length, his shoulder likely connecting with her elbow if everything went as planned. The point was to make sure that she would not be able to slash again. His hand would anchor her knife arm in place, and the shoulder would minimize her room to move.
Stan would run forward with all his strength, attempting to ram her into one of the walls, keeping the light on her torso the whole time.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 5:36 pm
She was so furious over the fact that she had clearly missed her target that Cosette faltered, hesitating for a second too long. Even as a mindless bloodthirsty creature, Cosette was still just as easily distracted. It was that one second that turned out to be her undoing in the whole pursuit for blood. If she were even half-decent as a fighter, she might have schemed ahead for possible outcomes; Might have thrust that blade downwards as Stan ducked and simply silenced him with a swift blow to the skull. She might be incredibly fast, but she had no idea how to wield such ability in combat. Instead she was still fuming over her failure that Stan had ample time to stand back up to his full height and shine that deadly light right at her, making it mighty difficult for her to even pull her thoughts together enough through the pain to find a way to stab him within such close proximity.
Stan had caught her. She was fumbling over her own feet as she was shoved backwards into something hard, not having time or mind enough to piece together where she went wrong. And she hurt, that horrible light was seeping through the thin fabric of her clothing to burn away at her white skin, leaving it charred and damaged. It redirected her mind from murder to survival, seek out and destroy the source of pain. She reached out her unarmed hand, fingers grasping for the circular feel of Stan’s flashlight. Even while the light ate away at the flesh of her palm, she grasped her fist around it. Holding tight until at last, the object shattered beneath the pressure; once again submerging the room into blissful darkness.
“You’ll kill me, Birdie.” She muttered. While, her voice was clearly audible, it was wreaked with quick little intakes of air as Cosette winced with the pain. It was unclear wither the carnivorous and vicious part of her had simply given up the fight and retreated to be later feed or if Cosette had finally managed to somehow gain back a grasp on her mind through all that pain; but the blue eyes were once again clear and brilliant. There was even the slightest hint of a smile before all of the sudden; Cosette just started laughing hysterically and nearly hiccuping because she had also started crying when she realized it hurt an awful lot to laugh at her current predicament. She’d tried to kill her friend. A UV wielding hunter who was probably pretty upset with her at this moment and she was pretty sure that the whole, ‘I couldn’t help it. It’s just my nature’ crap line wouldn’t work with Stan.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 6:17 pm
Under the pin, Stan had the upper hand so far, even when Cosette grabbed the business end of his flashlight. The psychologist would let go as the object cracked, reaching into his coat and pulling out his Glock 37 in a swift motion. Stan was glad that his plan had work to the degree that it had worked, knowing full well had Cosette been an actual fighter he would've been screwed. Cosette was faster than most vampires, but her prowess hadn't gone farther than that, and that gave Stan the opportunity to out maneuver her. To great results, for himself at least.
The laughter didn't get to him. He remained cool, pressing the barrel of the silenced pistol under her chin. Stan did feel somewhat bad when Cosette began to cry from the pain. It wasn't enough to get him to remove the gun. Cosette had tried to kill him twice and had tried to seduce him twice. Making him feel guilty wasn't going to happen. He switched off the safety with an ominous clicking sound. A single round would make it's way into her brain if she tried anything. "Yes, I would. And you better not forget it!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 7:02 pm
“Oh, Like I could forget it. You and you’re stupid flashlights.” Cosette’s hysteric laughter cut off so abruptly that she almost started coughing instead. The cool metal pressed against her skin hushed her right up as efficiently as any gag might have. Hoping to lessen the tension, Cosette dropped the kitchen knife and raised both her hands in the air, even the hand that was charred and blackened to show that she was no longer armed and dangerous. Ignoring the fact that a vampire didn’t need a weapon at all to do some serious damage, Cosette did look pretty harmless at that instant. Just a slender blond girl with a bloody tear streaked face and burns. She certainly looked to be the victim in this situation compared to the unharmed man that held a gun at her face, even if she didn’t honestly believe he could pull the trigger.
Ever since she seemed to have come to hers senses, thoughts and noises had begun piling up in her mind too swift for her to decipher, a headache educing issue that happened occasionally to Cosette whenever she wasn’t concentrated enough to filter out all the information. Such was the cause of these little twitches of her fingers whenever there was a loud noise in the distance or a particularly angry thought directed at her. It was one single word of thought that instantly brought to Cosette’s lips all the conceded scorn that was so customary for the vampire.
“Seduce you? No, Stan; Had I honestly wanted to do that, you wouldn’t be pointing a gun at my face right now.” She said coolly, boldly starring straight up at him with those luminous blue eyes, challenging him with the glare. She did not consider the sleazy antics earlier as an act of seduction; she’d been desperate and tried half heartily to kiss her way to victory. In fact, Cosette rarely used seduction in its full effect as a tool to gain blood; more often she set on the charm as a way to pulling in allies to play as her protection whenever she caught herself in to much trouble. Or in this case, as a way to find herself a friend. A friend that for no real valid reason had invited her straight into his home.
She didn’t need kisses and luscious curves to seduce. All she needed was that precious little smile and a bat of those eyelashes to allure. One look into those blue eyes and she could sneak in and penetrate the mind, wrap her ropes around the psyche and leave her undeniable impression. She starred right at him with those baby blue’s, intent on catching his gaze if only for a second.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 7:24 pm
"You're being annoying." He moved the pistol away from a pistol for a moment, seemingly falling for her charm, then he aimed and fired a suppressed UV round at her knee. The knee was the most painful place to be shot in, followed by the gut, although those two aren't exactly mortal wounds. It would takes days to be killed by a gut wound via blood loss alone. Cosette would be fine if the shot hit, but the pain would be terrible. Stan would back up, leaving Cosette alone, although his Glock was still aimed at her. "If you're going to say something, don't make it your usual. Things aren't looking very good for you now."
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 5:59 pm
Cosette let out a shriek of pain that sounded something more like the noise a mouse being strangled might make when the bullet slammed into her knee, instantly bringing her down to the floor. Obviously, Cosette hadn’t believed Stan would be so bold as to actually shoot her and because of such, she hadn’t made any attempt to evade the bullet when Stan has turned that weapon downward. She was muttering panicked expletives in her native language, cursing Stan all the way to hell and back. Her good hand was clamped to her knee, trying to apply pressure to the painful wound and keep all that blood from leaking out and causing one big mess. With a normal bullet, a blow to the knee would have simply healed over in a brief fifteen minutes; but that UV sucker that was lodged between bone wouldn’t be so simple to over come. It stunted her unnatural healing, leaving her just as mortally wounded as any human would be. She’d be lucky if she wasn’t still limping around like a pathetic cripple a month from now. Despite just how much more painful this new wound was, she didn’t shed a single tear; giving proof of just how faux her earlier crying had been and possibly what sort of tolerance she had.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Stan? I wasn’t even doing anything, you idiot!” Cosette was practically screaming at him, not caring to heed to his ‘advice.’ He had bloody shot her and then expected her to simply be polite? She began trying to climb back to her feet, or rather foot while she continued right on scorning him. “You aren’t even playing fair. All burning and shooting me when I haven’t even harmed you in the least bit.” She was now hopping across the room like an injured rabbit, trying to reach the heavy door. She had no idea what time it was, or how close it was to dawn; But if it was within the hour, there was absolutely no possible way she could make it all the way back to her light-proof home. It was going to take at least two hours to hobble her way across the loud and busy city. And that was if she didn’t trip and fall into the street or something equally pathetic.
“I hate you. Hate you and your stupid glasses and your pathetic flashlights. Man up and stop playing with little toys because you can’t manage anything with your measly mind. Oh, And I hated that movie too. Wasn’t even funny.” She was saying loudly, sounding awfully childish and spiteful as she reached out for the door knob.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 8:06 am
Just as Cosette was reaching for the door, assuming it wasn't locked, Meredith slammed open the door, her magnum in hand when she realized that this little blonde vampire was the one that Stan had invited over his house to hang out with. The sight of her was absolutely horrible and once upon a time Meredith had been burnt just as badly but she didn't really feel sorry for her since she was certain the girl had merited it. And instead of asking the little vampire if she was alright Eden brushed past her quite inconsiderately and pulled out her own flashlight since the house was dark as her dreamless sleeps.
Her gloved fingers raised the flashlight and her hazel eyes searched for Stan, assuming this was his house she'd just burst into now that she realized the shriek had been from Cosette. "Hey Stan! Where the he-" Her flashlight had just illuminated something that was fairly tall and she recognized that it was, in fact, the shrink and she let out a relieved breath that the only hunter besides herself hadn't been killed. Of course with that relief in mind she quickly trained her gun back on the vampire though she didn't have any intention to shoot unless provoked to do so.
As Eden trained her gun on Cosette as well as her hazel eyes, her prominent, somewhat obnoxiously loud voice began to boom throughout the formerly silent household. "What the hell happened here? Wait ... lemme guess. She tried to kill you just like I said she would and you ... burnt her stomach with something ... and shot her once or twice." She paused for a moment and squinted at Cosette to inspect the damage and though she would have missed it upon inspection itself she noted the vampire was limping and moved the flashlight down to her knee to see that she'd been shot there.
A somewhat taunting whistle came from Meredith that was meant as a 'congratz' or 'nice shot' to Stan. She wasn't really here for a tea party anyhow and in contrast to Cosette in almost every way, Eden was heavy-set and built rather large. She stood at a tall 5'11'' and her hair was black streaked with the occasional purple and green with a lip ring portruding from her lip and a nose ring from her nose. Lithe and graceful definitely was not something one associated Meredith Jackson with.
"You must have really pissed him off. I didn't think the shrink had it in him to deal this kind of damage to someone as pretty as you. Then again I suppose shrinks are probably good at putting up barriers and pretending they're nice people since it's their job. I guess you picked the wrong meal." Surprisingly, Meredith was simply stating what she figured may have happened and it actually wasn't meant to sound as though she were making fun of Cosette. However, she often spoke before considering her words and this time was no exception.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:06 pm
Cosette sure didn't get very far. Just as she had reached the door knob, Meredith had barged in unannounced and quite nearly bashed in Cosette's prefect button nose with the door. The hunter didn't even wait for the slight hint of an invite from dear ol' Stan and strolled right in with gun in hand like she was all buddy buddy with Cosette's 'friend'. What irritated Cosette most was the fact that the women, Whom she recognized as one of the idiots that had been consuming all of the sidewalk earlier, began running off her mouth and making all sorts of assumptions. Worse yet, the women was right. Okay, so Cosette had tried to kill Stan, but she could wholly detest that she hadn't been thinking straight. After all, When you are hungry and have a buffet laying out right in front of you, sprawled out and compliant; Could she have really been expected to turn the other way and just ignore it? Cosette wasn't innocent, Stan very well knew that. She was just as prone to savage impulses as any other immortal walking the city. He simply should not have invited her over and expected her to behave. It was entirely his fault the evening had gone sour.
“I didn't try to kill him. I didn't do anything at all. Stan is just crazy. Lunatic Psychologist. Just look what he did to me. I hadn't harmed in the slightest bit.” Cosette said with a cold bite to her tone, lying as smoothly as any decent actress. Chances were, the hunter would side with her own sort; But at least Cosette's pride might feel better with the attempt. She began hobbling her way back into the room, mumbling under her breath the entire time that Stan was mad. Despite her obvious injuries, Cosette dipped to retrieve that kitchen knife in one fluid movement and tucked it away behind her in the waistline of her jeans. Better to have something to defend herself with if the two hunters got trigger happy.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 12:49 pm
From Meredith's point of view, Cosette would have been expected to resist the compliant buffet that'd been before her since the equivalent of Cosette's view of Stan was almost akin to any human's view upon live stock. Eden, being a vegetarian, did not eat meat and therefore would expect Cosette to have the self-discipline to either a) leave the house and go get another meal elsewhere though she would hunt the vampire down or b) simply not go to Stan's house at all. It wasn't as if Stan had insisted she come over but Edith did agree with Cosette that it was absolutely ridiculous that he'd invite a vampire of all things over and then fall asleep right in front of her. However, that was when she thought of Veroen and how he'd lost it with her.
"Suuure. I'm sure that he just brought you right on over so that he could shoot your knee caps and bask in your petty shrieks of pain and self-degredation from being bested by a human. Then again that was a pretty dumb-a** move on his part to invite a vampire over in the first place but I suppose we all have to live a little at one point or another. I'm pretty sure you had to have done something to merit a psychologist's wrath and if you haven't noticed, dear, most of the hunters are a little loonie if not completely loonie. Why the hell else would we be wasting our nights hunting you guys?"
Of course, Meredith also had yet to discover that Stan had actually fallen asleep in front of Cosette, which would really cause the huntress to squirm underneath her skin. Perhaps keep your friends close and your enemies closer applied but there was also the whole watch your back thing going because if you don't someone will stab it and if you don't watch your front, well, someone's bound to get you there too. Of course, it was tiring constantly watching one's back and front and very difficult to manage both at the same time but a hunter falling asleep in front of a vampire that they'd invited over and was clearly thirsty would appaul and dumbfound Eden.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 4:52 pm
This was just too much. It was the sort of drama that kept you up in your dorm. Stan wasn't the subject of that sort of thing, but next door neighbors had kept him up in more than one occasion. Stan, his facial features the epitome sleep deprivation, stared at Meredith with all the shock that his tired body could possibly muster. What the ******** was going on? Why did everyone know where I live? I want to go to sleep! The pistol retreated to his side, seeing as it would be redundant to have two guns on the defeated vampire. It was also likely that Meredith was a more accomplished and skilled hunter. She wouldn't need his help to keep a crippled vampire down.
"What are you doing here?" That was first off. The story was irrelevant as far as he was concerned, which was better for Cosette. A reminder might make him shoot her dead. He paused to take a short breath, gathering his wits before recounting the story to the huntress. The story was truthful, coming from his point of view, although becoming dicey around the area of his waking up at the nick of time. There was no explaining that and Stan pretty much skimmed over the details. He wasn't at all sure how to explain it anyhow.
"And that's basically what happened, and now I'm really unsure what I should do. I think I might have to kill her." It was all matter of a fact. Stan visibly frowned, turned and left for the kitchen sans an excuse. A few sounds would be heard as he fixed himself a drink. "I'm going to have to call in a personal day."
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