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 Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 11:37 pm
"Mother, do you need anything before I go to bed?" An oddly accented voice asked at the doorway to the living room, where the daywalker had situated herself next to the fire on an ancient, comfy armchair. X didn't bother to peel her attention from the home videos on the large flatscreen to answer her daughter.
The teenager glanced at the screen, frowning. There was a bit of sadness lurking in her eyes as she watched a tiny, feathered boy playing with dolls, even if the boy's version of 'playing' involved creating mock sacrifices.
Stazja sighed, keeping the boiling anger at bay as she stepped forward to turn off the television. "I think that's enough for tonight," she said softly as she slid over and sat on the arm of the chair and wrapped her arm around the thin woman, hugging her close. That little boy had been the cause of so many of her mother's issues lately, and they just seemed to be getting worse.
"Where did I go wrong?" She whispered, barely audible to the human ear, but loud enough for the Jivvinness.
Wiping a stray tear from her cold face, Stazja stayed stoic in the face of tonight's meltdown. "You didn't... It's who he was, is, and will always be... Mom, he's a god..." She tried to keep all the jealousy out of her voice, and did a fabulous job.
The vampire simply nodded, and the Jivvin took the opportunity to ease the near empty bottle of vodka out of her mother's hand. After a quick press of her lips to X's forehead and an "I'll be right back", Stazja eased to her feet and disappeared into the kitchen.
It was then that it happened. The scream startled Stazja, and the bottle went crashing to the ground, shattering all over the kitchen. Her blood chilled and her head stood on end. In fact, her tail puffed so violently, that it left a sprinkling of black hair all over the kitchen.
She couldn't get back to the living room fast enough, and vaulted over the couch with weapons poised at the ready. They fell to the ground the moment her eyes fell onto her mother.
X no longer sat comfortably in the plush chair, but instead found herself thrashing violently on the ground, eyes wide with terror as groping tendrils of black tar choked around her neck. Her insides were on fire, and she clawed violently at her own stomach as she continued to scream. Her vision came in bursts, interrupted by clouds of inky black that made her feel as if her eyes were aflame. At one point, her back arched so violently, that Stazja feared her mother would snap herself in half.
The carpet soon became blood soaked and the vampire grew paler by the second. Every time Stazja tried to get closer, something magical would push her back. In the end, she could only watch, tears rolling down her face in violent rivers as she unsteadily dialed 911.
Amidst the thrashing and screaming, X all of a sudden went rigid and began seizing violently, eyes rolling back in her head. More blood poured from not only her mouth, but also her ears and nose. As quickly as that had begun, the daywalker made a rattling gasp of a breath, and then went limp.
The blackness left just as sharply, and sirens wailed in the distance.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 11:42 pm
And through the souls of many...
Pride and the still lingering anger at her home reducing to splinters and ashes had kept her secluded and grumpy in one of the less questioning inns in the village. Though she didn't want to admit it, the owner of the establishment didn't seem too happy to have her staying there, despite the fact that she was a paying customer. This fact only seemed to add to her charming wound licking demeanor that she had taken on as of late.
Today, though her bitterness had yet to run dry, Zelda was perplexed and concerned. Late in the previous night, nightmares had not only plagued her, but also had jolted her from an otherwise dead sleep. Vivid, terrifying visions of her bond writhing and screaming in an increasingly hair raising manner.
When she woke up, the first thing she tried to do was reach out to the vampire, but instead of feeling a tangible pathway, all she could sense was a sort of dull static. It worried her, and she honestly had no clue what it meant. Not for certain, at least.
With a deep sigh, she pushed herself off of her seat and strode out of her room. Inkling or not, Jack needed to be informed.
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