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 Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 4:01 pm
Isabella walked inside the empty theater cautiously and looked around. No one... She thought. She looked down at the letter in her hand once more, and then looked at the clock tower outside for the umpteenth time. Meet me at the theater at 7:30pm. it read. The clock said 7:45pm. She wondered if this was all just some hoax that Dianne had set up for her. That girl loved to play jokes. Isabella chuckled and walked all the way in, her long, blond hair swinging with every graceful step she took. She seated herself in the front row and closed her eyes, remembering the wonderful times she and Dianne had at the theater. Actually, there was a show that weekend they were planning on seeing. Her thoughts drifted to the letter she had received that morning. Who could have sent it to her? She never went anywhere without Dianne by her side.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 4:22 pm
Drayeion looked down at the theater where Isabella was sitting. It's her. he thought. Now that he had found her, what was he going to do? He had planned on killing her on the spot, but he was certain that his mother would not have approved of that. Even if this blond girl was the one responsible for her death. They had been sisters, after all. He strolled down the aisle of the theater and tapped Isabella on the shoulder, "Ma'am? Do you know the year?" He threw her an innocent smile, wondering if she would be a demon as he had predicted or would she be something else entirely?
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 4:28 pm
Isabella opened her dark green eyes, which had the slightest undertone of red to them, "Hm?" she sat up straighter, "The year is 1945, sir." she smiled pleasantly and smoothed out her dress. She only looked to be about sixteen, and had an incredibly youthful face, though it seemed as lifeless as it was beautiful. She had an air of mystery and danger about her. She wondered if this was the one who had left her the letter. "And the date is December fifteenth." her manners were flawless, as was her strange accent. It was unsure weather it was French or British.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 4:42 pm
"Thank you, child." He smiled and bowed his head. She seemed polite enough, though it could all just be a ruse. He looked to be about twenty, had black hair and unusually pale skin. His eyes were also black as coals. He looked at his niece in curiosity. She didn't look anything like what he expected. He turned and began to walk out of the theater, Come one, Drayeion. Are you going to just walk away? He sighed, and continued walking, Apparently so.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 4:48 pm
"Hm... that was strange." She whispered. After waiting for about 20 minutes, she gave up on her mysterious visitor who had sent her the letter, and left the theater. Isabella slid into her coat at the door and looked around at the quickly thinning crowd. Not many people stayed out past 8:00pm. That was when she thrived, though. Her pale skin soaked in the moonlight and almost glowed. Her eyes also glinted mischievously in the light. She didn't look as innocent as she had just moments ago in the theater. Suddenly, she appeared deadly. Much like a Venus flytrap. Beautiful, but deadly at the same time.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 4:57 pm
Drayeion watched Isabella exit the theater. Wow, that was a change. he thought. He pulled his coat closer around him and followed her into the night. She seemed so... dangerous out here with the moonlight on her pale skin. And yet, even more beautiful than ever. Was this the way his mother was? He wondered how much in common his mother had with this... thing. He dared not call her a girl, he knew better than to mistake this monster with a human. She was a vampire; and he would never forget that.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 5:11 pm
Isabella sauntered through the darkness, absorbed in her own thoughts, until a strange scent drifted to her. Hm... Vampire. she thought, the gasped a little, And that fellow from the theater earlier! Why didn't I see it before? she mentally slapped herself in the head for not paying attention and ran off into the night as fast as she could, quickly loosing him. She circled around the block so she was behind him. Why is he following me?
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 6:54 pm
Drayeion stopped, startled. Where did that wench go? he thought. He could have sworn she was here moments ago... Unless she had caught sight of him and turned tail and left. "Humph... coward." he muttered and stormed off toward home. All he wanted right now was to prop his feet up and take it easy. This girl was stressing him out to much, though she wasn't worthy of being called girl anyway. Why did he even bother? What was compelling him to follow his aunt around the world? It wasn't as if he was going to accomplish anything by it... perhaps it was simply a past time. Either way, he knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to kill her. The question was, how?
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 7:08 pm
Bella shirked back into the shadows as he turned around, holding her breath untill he had passed, quite obviously angry by the look on his face. Also clearly a new vampire. No one else would have been so easily fooled simply by her circling back around. She did a quik guess as to his actual age, about 26 by her guess, counting his human time, which looked to be no more than 20 years. Poor innocent boy. she thought. She knew how she would behave should he find her. Her father's etiquite lessons were drilled into her head so firmly, she doubted she could waver from them if she tried. She remembered his shrill, stern, commanding voice, "Sit up straight, Isabella!" "Be quiet, Isabella!" and dutifully, she would obey. Even thinking about it forced her to straighted up as she glided behind Drayeion, careful not to make even the slightest of sounds.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 5:44 pm
Drayeion grumbled under his breath as he walked along. Stupid vampire. Stupid boy. How did she get away? He kicked a stone as he walked, pondering how he could possibly be bested by his aunt, who was much older than he. Then he remembered, she was a vampire. Vampires weren't known to go down easily. He sighed, How could I have forgotten? He suddenly caught the scent of the girl from the theater. He spun around on his heal and had her locked in his gaze, "Pray tell, why are you following me?" He knew that he wasn't one to be talking, he had been following her to begin with. Actually, it would make more sence if he had just told her why he was following her to begin with, but he didn't feel like getting into it at the moment.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 5:20 pm
"I could ask the same of you." Isabella spoke softly. Her blond hair was dangling idly in front of her face. Despite her short stature, she looked incredibly frightening. Much like a cat about to pounce. Her dark green eyes seemed more red than green at the moment and the nearly non-existent night lighting created shadows under her eyes and cheeks. She looked almost skeletal, but was still beautiful in an eerie sort of way. "But, if you must know, I was following you to find out why you were following me. Explain, please, sir." the way she asked him to explain sounded more like a command than a request.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 11:16 am
Drayeion put his hand on her chin, lifting her face up to the light so he could see it better. She looked almost exactly like his mother when she was young and... alive. "Look me in the eyes, dearest. Thank you. Now, tell me you don't know me." His eyes gleamed brightly with mischeivousness. "Take your time, Isabella. I'm in no hurry whatsoever." Actually, he wished to take his sweet time torturing this girl for her part his his mother's premature death. In his mind, it was all her fault. And she was going to pay for every single second of his mother's life she stole.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 11:21 am
Bella searched his face for anything familiar, "I see nothing." She spat, making a it a point that he was not welcome to touch her. She jerked his hand away from her face, "Now, sir, if you would be so kind, I would be much obliged if you would go drown in a river." Her words were filled with an uncharacteristic rage. She spun around on her heel and walked off toward her home, "Gah! I can't believe him!" she shouted, then cursed under her breath as she walked the rest of the way.
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