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 Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 7:43 pm
Kyo walked over into the gave yard, wanting to get away from that wretched vampire who nearly killed him. He walked over to a tombstone, reading the man's name and the year he died in, he smiled to himself, knowing how little the humans life span was compared to a lycan's or vampires. He sat down, leaning his back on the tomb stone as he clutched his ipod in his fist, listening to 'Suns of a plunder' by Disturbed.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 10:30 pm
Hearing footsteps above, Jasie was grateful. She had enough of fighting for one night, and hopefully for a couple of days at least as well. But knowing Jean, Jasie would never get that peace of mind.
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The_Black_Armed_Death_God
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 10:31 pm
isolated malicious Creeping down into the dark chamber of his crypt, reminded Jasie of a horror movie. Safe now, yet lurking below the surface a rat would scurry by, a corpse would fall through the soil and on top of you. Or bats would flutter and dart out at you screeching. Either way, Jasie loved yet disliked the thoughts of either one. But she made her way regardless of them.
Moving about, Jasie couldn't help but find the history of his family intriguing. Who were these people? Who was Zarathose really?
Every door she passed, an air of excitement rushed though her veins and she couldn't stop. She just had to reach out and touch things-- to feel them underneath her fingers. With her eyes closed, she tried to picture what it was like-- what Zarathose's childhood was like.
Was is filled with happiness and joy, rough times, pressure to make his parent proud... or despair? The door next to Zarathose's bared the name ' Mrs.Whyte, beloved wife and almost mother. She will be missed.And her dear unborn son, my god take him in his arms and cradle him to eternal sleep.' Zarathose lay still listening to the sound of Jasie's foot steps
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 10:59 pm
Jasie stumbled across a door with engraved writing upon it-- yet the dust covered a thick blanket on it, so softly Jasie began wiping at it.
Mrs. Whyte, beloved wife and almost mother.
She will be missed.
And her dear unborn son, may god take him into his arms and cradle him to an eternal sleep.
As Jasie finished reading it she sighed heavily dropping her hand quickly as if it was burned from the mere touch of the engraved writing.
Zarathose were you the child, or did you have a brother...? Such pain you must have gone though.
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The_Black_Armed_Death_God
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 11:42 pm
Zarathose sat up on his alter, hearing Jasie he walked out to her."Oh, reading Jenny's engraving?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 1:03 am
Lost in thought, Jasie jumped from the sound of his voice. "Jesus Zar-- Scare the hell out of me why don't you." Exhaling in a shallow breath, she leaned her back against the door and slid down to the floor.
Jenny's? Sister perhaps, old flame, family.
"Ah... yeah. I hope I'm not overstepping my bounders." She looked up at him questioningly, wondering if she did or not.
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The_Black_Armed_Death_God
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 12:17 am
Zarathose leaned down and kissed Jasie on the forehead."As long as you don't violate mine or my ex-wife's crypts then I'm good...Unless you want to go into my little lair I have in mine, it's like a little apartment, I use it as a safe house when the humans try to hunt me.We could always violate that a little."Zarathose said with a grin.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 1:21 am
Still hung on the words, ex-wife. Jasie drowned out everything else he said along with the kiss to the forehead. "Huh? What did you say?" she said in a stupor, eying his grin oddly.
He was giving you a BIG, hint on having sex in is crypt Jasie-girl... get with the program here! Or better yet, let's get the hell out of this dump and get a nice stiff drink. Mmmm, Wolfs Blood sounds mighty tempting right about now... don't you think? Jean butted in.
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The_Black_Armed_Death_God
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 12:18 pm
Zarathose giggled, "I'm just kidding Jasie dear.So you look like something is troubling you....What's on your minds."He said with a grin.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 10:53 am
"Hmm? What were you kinding about?" She asked before sighing to his second question and looked away casually, "Nothing... nothing." She whispered with a confused look in her eyes and got up slowly. Taking a deep breath she looked at him and wondered how he could go on living when everyone around him dies. They're the same in that, yet different when it comes to loneliness. She always had Jean bugging her, while he had no one.
Finally-- now let's get the hell out of here! Come on, a good drink is what you really need from all the action we had tonight. You need to loosen up and relax." Jean sincerely stated, oddly concerned about Jasie as well.
Jasie couldn't deny that she in fact needed a drink to loosen up the tension, yet something held her back.
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The_Black_Armed_Death_God
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:03 pm
Zaratrhose kissed Jasie on the cheek,"Jean being a pain again?"He asked calmly.Though he knew the answer.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:16 pm
Sighing heavily she patted him on the shoulder, "When is she not." She said and began kicking her right foot in the dirt, bring up a bit of dust. She didn't want to tell him the other half of it, but in a way she did tell him the truth.
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The_Black_Armed_Death_God
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:21 pm
"Well...If you want we can go somewhere else ok?You name the place and we'll go."He smiled once more,he was so happy to be with her again.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 10:06 pm
Daiguren appeared at the graveyard entrance and waiting for Duke to show up to pick up the last of the herbs.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 12:18 pm
A drink, a drink, A Drink DAMMIT! Come on Jasie, please. Jean added, which shocked the hell out of her because Jean actually said please. Yet with a heavy sigh Jasie gave in, "A could use a good drink." She said feeling oddly as a chill shot up her spine. Rotating her neck to loosen up the tension that was building up, and then rubbed the back of her neck. "Let's get out of here ok." And with that said, she patted Zarathose on the shoulder and began to make her out of his family crypt.
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