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 Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 9:20 pm
“s**t!” Cyn cursed; tone half way between an angered growl and a moan of pain. Hobbling upon one leg, clutching at her stubbed toe, the ghoul stooped to pick up the discarded toy that had been the source of her outburst; gritting her teeth and throwing the heavy plastic object across the room. A sharp and resounding thud emanated from the wall, several small impacts being heard moments later as the toys broken parts hit the floor. “What I have told you little monsters about leaving your junk laying around?” the woman barked, sapphire eyes shooting daggers at the trio of toddlers huddled around a sheet of paper on the floor. The triplets appeared unaffected by the outburst, glancing impassively at their guardian before turning back to page before them. Cyn merely snorted, continuing to shamble toward the kitchen.
If not for the sudden swelling breeze that tore through the room, disappearing beneath the crack under the door, and rapping upon the flaking wood, Cyn may have made it to the kitchen and to the drink she felt she so sorely deserved; instead she grumbled a series of obscenities beneath her breath and trudged toward the apartment’s entrance. She knew without question that the sudden gust hadn’t simply been a natural occurrence, instead being the brief and unwelcomed visit from the constant thorn in Cyn’s side – Orpheus.
“What do you want now fang face?” the woman mumbled, flinging open the door and expecting to see the tall, dark and irritating vampire on the other side. Much to her pleasant surprise Cyn’s sapphire orbs fell on empty corridor, gaze shifting upwards and then downwards to ensure that he hadn’t assumed some alternate, yet equally annoying, form. Although she found no hidden fanged rodent, Cyn did discover something the provoked mild curiosity and brief interest. Picking up the blazing canister, displaying what little thought and concern she had for her own wellbeing, Cyn turned it idly within her palms as she surveyed it with a bland expression. The flames that licked the outside of the container failed to scaled her skin, although Cyn appeared uninterested in this little fact as she pried the ancient cylindrical flask open and pulled free the coiled contents.
“Wow a picture of a phoenix, how interesting” Cyn commented in a deadpan voice, allowing the delicate paper to fold back in on itself before depositing it back in its container. Tucking the canister beneath her arm without so much as a second thought, the ghoul turned and headed back into the grimy interior of her apartment; behind her the door slammed loudly. Tossing the odd gift onto the pile of miscellaneous objects that littered the dining table, Cyn turned and headed into the kitchen to poor herself the drink she had earlier been denied; sparing little thought for why she had been left such a fiery souvenir.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 1:43 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 1:45 am
That b*****d. That ********, ******** b*****d!
The damned flaming canister he left me, the one with the crumbling scroll with the badly drawn picture of a phoenix, the one I should have used as kindling, TURNED INTO A CHILD!
That makes four now, excluding the loathsome creature still roiling around in my womb. FOUR!. Four rodents to wreak havoc on my life, four brats begging for food; for attention; for toys; for too many goddamned things!
WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?
DAMNIT! Orpheus knows I abhor the children I am forced to care for, why the ******** would he willingly shove another parasite into my home?
….unless this is some kind of test? No, he wouldn’t.
Who the ******** am I kidding, or course he would! He would use any excuse to cut me off, to see me beg and squirm when I haven’t have my fix. ********! Words cannot describe who much I hate him for enslaving me, for feeding me his blood, for making me a ******** ghoul. Life was SO much better before him.
But that has to be it - Yes. The child, dubbed Pyrrhus for ******** knows why, must be a test. If I don’t look after him properly, to Orpheus’ standards, he’ll cut me off. That b*****d. I’ll show him, I’ll show him good.- Cyn.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 9:41 pm
((Reserved - Winged Siblings))
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 9:42 pm
“Would you three make yourselves useful and carry something?” Cyn hissed, struggling up the buildings front walk with a multitude of shopping bags in one hand and a squalling infant balanced on the opposite hip. Several yards ahead of the frazzled woman, a trio of toddlers appeared unconcerned with their guardian’s demands; inexpressive eyes watching the ghoul as the struggled with her load. To them the scene was amusing, dissolving them into giggle fits as a plastic carry bag broke and scattered its contents upon the ground.
Half snarling, half growling, Cyn squatted awkwardly to retrieve the fallen good; the weight of Pyrrhus in her arms and the protrusion of her pregnant stomach causing her to over-balance and topple first to her knees and then onto her hands. This, of course, only caused the triplets to laugh harder.
“I swear you three aren’t eating for a week” the woman seethed, still sprawled upon the ground as she debated the best why to stand while still preserving her dignity. David, who was just returning home, saw this scene through tired eyes, and lifted Indari higher into his arms, before jogging up to the five.
"Hey, miss. You alright? Can I help?" He offered.
Indari gave a little hiss at Cyn and began to chew on her own hand. She hadn't noticed the triplets yet. "Buuuuuuh..."Cyn rolled her eyes beneath the veil of her ruddy blonde hair. “No I’m perfectly fine, I chose to drop the groceries and caress the ground” she replied bitterly, wondering why someone would even ask such a stupid question. “Take him” Cyn barked, shoving Pyrrhus toward the boy and returning to retrieving the fallen groceries with her freed hands.
Ruffling his crimson wings in a mix of annoyance and attention seeking, the brown-eyed boy regarded David and Indari with the restrained excitement of a performer greeting a new audience. Stringing together several babbled ‘words’, Pyrrhus greeted the pair with a subdued smile.
“Another one?” Marcus voiced curiously, pointing toward Indari from where they stood.
“Looks like” Viktor replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he moved toward David and his daughter. This one looked human, which was good; after all the triplets couldn’t very well goad a ‘freak’ child that was younger then themselves.
“Who are you?” Amelia asked as the trio stopped a safe distance from Cyn, words directed toward the man.David gasped, a little taken aback at having a child thrust into his arms, but held the child anyway. What a rude woman... He mused to himself, observing Cyn through squinted eyes.
Indari eyed Pyrrhus haughtily, and attempted to squirm away from him. She didn't like the excitable-looking child. And wings? Pah, she hated wing-ed things...
"Buh." She voiced her distaste, glaring at the other child and crossing her arms. She furrowed her tiny brows and poked out her bottom lip.Throwing the last of the shopping into one of the intact bags, having readjusted the uneven weight the incompetent clerk had distributed, Cyn awkwardly stood to her feet; hefting the carriers and her arms before continuing on toward the building.
“Carry him would you” she instructed over her shoulder, caring little for any objections David might voice.
Surprised by the girl’s reaction, but hardly about to be out-acted, Pyrrhus crossed his own arms, narrowed his eyes into a glare, furrowed his brow and pouted in return. “Mmph” the boy huffed angrily.
Clearing his throat to gain the man’s attention, Viktor voiced Amelia’s question in a louder, less polite tone – “Who are you?”. As their guardian began to work toward their apartment block, the triplets began toward slowly backwards in unison, eyes focused on David, his daughter and their brother.David twisted his mouth downwards in distaste. He decided he didn't like the grumpy pregnant woman ordering him about, but he followed her anyway. He jumped a little, though, when the triplets burst into his bubble of thought.
"D-David..." He stuttered, avoiding the glares of the three. Creepy kids...
Indari growled at the boy. How dare he imitate her? "Ubabuu!" She blabbered at him, balling her tiny hands into fists.Kicking at the doorframe with her shoed foot, Cyn scowled at the portly manager who waddled over and opened the door; offering him no thanks as she moved inside, and sparing no second glance to ensure that David was following. As far as the ghoul was concerned, he would be doing her a favour if he decided to run off with the monsters.
“Do you like here D-David?” Amelia asked, deliberately stuttering over his name in attempts to mock him.
“Why haven’t we seen you before?” Marcus chimed in, regarding the boy with dark eyes and crossed arms.
“Who is she?” Viktor demanded, pointing toward the growling baby.
Balling his own hands into fists and poking his tongue out toward Indari, directly defying her attempts to intimidate him, Pyrrhus’s expression returned to an annoyed glower.David's frown deepened at the triplets. Nasty. "I've lived here four years, so yeah I guess...umm, I don't usualy go out and this is Indari." He managed to gasp out, shocking himsel by rememebering all three questions.
Indari didn't like this at all, not at all. Her expression crumpled into a red, upset one, and tears and screams threatened to explode from her any second.“Where did she come from?” Viktor asked, knowing without question that Indari wasn’t David’s real child. She was like them, only they were better.
“Why don’t you go out?” Amelia enquired curiously, watching the boy expectantly.
“Are you afraid?” Marcus posed, smirking.
Holding his breath to force redness into his own cheeks, panting heavily and gasping for air a moment later; Pyrrhus contorted his lips into a sad frown, scrunching up his face to try and force tears from his own eyes. He would ultimately fail of course, thinking of their mimicry only a game and not something to become upset over.David gulped. Scary, and demanding. "I found her...and I get tired real easy, and..." he struggled to recall the final question, "Yeah," He said unsurely, not really remembering what he'd been asked.
Indari gasped in horror. He was /imitating/ her! The nerve! "AAAGA!" She screeched, tears welling in her eyes.“Why do you get tired so easily?” Amelia asked, continuing to move backward toward the door.
“Found her where?” Marcus added, watching Indari with a frown.
“Do we scare you?” Viktor sounded delighted as he posed the question, smiling darkly at David’s gulp.
“ARRGGHHA” Pyrrhus imitated with no less enthusiasm, reaching to prod Indari in the arm with his still fisted hands. The girl was certainly good at coming up with new things to copy, ensuring that the phoenix boy was thoroughly enjoying himself.David shook his head. "One at a time, please!" He begged. It was getting too much, and he could feel the headache from Indari's earlier tantrum growing. "I found her on my bed, with a note, okay?"
Indari squirmed angrely. Stop it, stop it, STOP IT! She wanted to scream. Instead, she babbled loudly, swinging her fists at the boy. In unison the triplets snorted in annoyance and disgust, unable to comprehend why he was remember and answer their questions without the need to repeat them.
“Do we scare you?” Viktor repeated, slower this time; ensuring each word was pronounced so that David would hear and understand this time around.
Shooting the man a glare, irritated that he hadn’t answered her, Amelia turned and opened the apartment door to which they had all but backed into.
“You had a note? We didn’t have a note” Marcus murmured aloud, shrugging as he moved inside.
As fists were swung in his direction, Pyrrhus blinked several times in surprise; sensing that pseudo punches weren’t meant in jest. Beating his wings angrily, creating a rapid breeze in the process, the boy growled and kicked toward the girl with his feet; actions baring the same malice as hers.David looked a little offended at being spoken to in such a way, but nodded, if only to please the boy. "Y-yeah, a little..." He mumbled. "Hey, you two!" He cried out, realising why the babies had been making so much noise.
Indari screeched in anger at the retaliation, and beat at his legs as hard as she could.“Why do you get tired so easily?” Amelia called from the day, revoicing her earlier question in an impatient tone. Maybe this time his slow mind would be able to comprehend and answer, in turn meaning that Amelia wouldn’t have to repeat herself once more. Tapping her foot idly as she held the door, the toddler shot David a look that silently spoke ‘if you don’t get inside now, I’m closing the door’.
Pyrrhus’s eyes appeared ablaze with anger, testifying to the fiery beast that had graced the scroll from which he had come; an avian like squawk passing his lips as he returned the kicks. He wasn’t about to allow this girl to out-do him under any circumstances.David shrugged, "I'm sorry, but I really don't know...trust me, I wish I did..."
Indari gave a pained howl and beat harder, tears pouring down her angry little face now.
"UWAWAWAAAARGH!!" She screamed.Dumping the grocery bags haphazardly on the kitchen bunch, Cyn breathed a sigh of relief at the reprieve she was being given from the monsters that had invaded her home; the peaceful moment shattered as a piercing cry issued from downstairs. “What the ********?” the woman muttered irritably, slamming the door sharply as she headed back to the lobby.
Unimpressed with the lack of answer she received, Amelia huffed and headed inside; caring little about whether the door hit David on this way through.
Continuing to squawk and screech in equal volume with Indari, the winged infant leant forward and added his balled fists to the fray of kicking limbs. Chestnut eyes narrowed themselves into a glare of anger and annoyance; mind stuck on the notion of ‘she had started this, but he was going to finish it’.David was trying his very best to ignore the screaming children, but it was become near impossible as they began attacking each other, quite violently for children.
"Hey! Hey! Cut that out!" David cried, trying to seperate them as best he could. That proved impossible at best, also.
Indari howled in pain as one of the pheonix child's fists came in contact with her arm. She screamed and sobbed and lashed back out at him.Finally, in spite of his attempts to the contrary, Pyrrhus broke into a flurry of tears; Indari’s feet and hands impacting with the softer parts of his body. Echoing the girl’s screams, the boy continued to fight back; cries ending in a startled wail as Pyrrhus was seized and lifted sharply from behind.
“I don’t know if you aware of this” Cyn hissed condescendingly, “but they don’t understand s**t at this age, although I would have thought even the most moronic would know that – but I guess not”
Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, unable to believe that someone could be so ignorant, Cyn turned to head inside; catching a glimpse of the triplets at they headed toward the elevator. “Are you coming? Or are you happy to stand around looking like an idiot?” the woman posed, tapping her foot impatiently.
Now in his mother’s arms, Pyrrhus continued to sniffle; chestnut eyes casting glares in Indari’s direction. David held Indari close and rocked her gently, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry...I didn't know what to do..." He shrugged and pet Indari's back gently, trying to get her to calm down.
Indari wasn't giving up. She screamed and screamed, tears pouring down her chubby little face.“It’s not rocket science” Cyn retorted, releasing the door and heading down the corridor. Reaching the elevator just as the door hissed shut, sealing the amused triplets inside, the woman growled and slammed an open palm into the metallic doors. “******** monsters” she seethed, now doomed to spend several more minutes with the clueless male; even longer if the trio insisted on pressing every button on the display.
After a moment of extended silence, Cyn gruffly uttered – “Why are you raising a child? What are you, like twelve?”. With the continuation of Indari’s screams, the ghouls jaw tightened in withheld frustration. If the child didn’t shut her trap shortly of her own will, Cyn would do it for her.
Aware of his guardian’s predisposition toward crying, Pyrrhus continued to regard Indari with narrowed eyes. The girl was certainly a drama queen, but there was a limit on how far one should take it.David huffed a little again, bundling Indari up and watching the elevator with only vague interest. Today had been far too long. A long day stretched out with a rolling pin, then pounded with a tenderiser.
"Fourteen," David mumbled, "And I didn't choose this...she just kind of...showed up."
Indari's wailed subsided into pituful whimpering, as though whispering in David's ear the torture she had endured at the hands of the pheonix boy. “Sounds familiar” Cyn muttered darkly, narrowing her eyes and huffing to herself. The triplets had turned up under similar circumstances, and the woman was still struggling to cope with their arrival. With Indari’s wailing quietening, Cyn allowed her jaw to unclench; moving the muscle and bone in a slow circle to unstiffen them. “Fourteen” the ghoul uttered, sounding part way between disgust and suspicion, “why the ******** are you living here, not with your parents and s**t?”
Grunting, as if to express his loathing of Indari’s whimpering, Pyrrhus continued to glower toward the other infant. She had given as good as she had gotten, and the phoenix child wasn’t about to think otherwise. David winced away a little.
The sensitive spot was hit, and the day went from long, to difficult.
"They...died." He whispered, hefting Indari higher into his arms. "A while ago...I've been living here alone since."
Sensing sensitivity, Indari quietened more and shufled closer to David. For comfort? If David had been expecting Cyn to suddenly reveal a softer, gentler side at his revelation, then he was to be sorely mistaken. “And?” the woman questioned, quirking brow and shifting Pyrrhus to her other hip. “Oh wait, let me guess, you’re one of those people who cared about their parents or had their parents care about them – right?” Cyn continued, scoffing as if the notion were ludicrous.
Ignoring Indari and her rapidly changing emotions, Pyrrhus clung loosely to his mother’s clothing; the child silently wondering when they would be rid of the drama queen infant. David nodded a little, eyes shimmering. He wasn't going to cry, not now. He'd shed as many tears as he had to spare for his parents already.
"Yeah, kinda," He mumbled, looking away.
Indari gurgled sympatheticly and pawed at David with her tiny fingers. “Yeah kinda? Cryptic much?” Cyn mumbled angrily, squaring her shoulders and stomping into the elevator as it returned to the ground floor. The triplets were no where in sight, although the ghoul hadn’t suspected they would be. Pressing the button for the third floor, Cyn idly held to door and shot David an impatient look; one that said if he were coming, he should best hurry up.
“You’re not going to cry are you?” Cyn asked with disgust, narrowing her eyes at the boy. She didn’t do crying, never had and never would. David shook his head and wiped his eyes, jogging up to the elevator, Indari bouncing in his arms. "Do they do this often?" He asked, looking at Indari as though hoping she wouldn't be the same.
Indari stuffed a fist into her mouth and closed her eyes, pleased with herself. Cyn shook her head, allowing the doors to close and waiting for David to choose his floor. “Their usually worse” the woman grumbled in response, curling her upper lip at the words, “much, much worse”. Despite the manner in which her words were delivered, there was little doubt that the ghoul wasn’t exaggerating; and in time David would probably come to realise that for himself.
Smirking as she noticed the look that teenager directed toward Indari, Cyn drawled amusedly – “Judging from her earlier ‘episode’, I expect you’re going to have some issues with her” David hefted Indari higher into his arms, a look of worry coming across his face.
Indari whined grumpily and curled into him further. Tired. Now. Home, NOW! "Maaaaah..."
David reached out a pale, weak hand, and punched in the top floor, dropping his hand to his side and shutting his eyes at the exertion. The lift whirred into noisy motion, drawing itself slowly upward until it reached its first stop – the third floor. Without sparing David a backward glance Cyn vacated the tiny compartment, finding herself relieved to rid of the boys presence. “Good luck with that monster” the woman offered over her shoulder, a smirk upon her lips. Without another word she headed down the hall and back to her apartment.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 10:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 10:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 8:02 am
“NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!”
The stream of vehement refusals was screamed from the top of overly abused lungs, the feminine voice cracking on the final syllable. This shortcoming only served to further infuriate the young woman, prompting a worn china plate to be hurled across toward the cause of this outburst.
Dodging the projectile with practiced ease, Orpheus barely flinched as the crockery impacted with the wall and shattered into an innumerable number of pieces. The rooms other occupants, four children of varying ages, barely registered the scene playing out around them; having long ago grown accustomed to their guardians vocal and violent outburst.
“Calm yourself mon cher” the vampire intoned, his accented voice flaring with dark tendrils of power. “Your reckless and uncouth behaviour will only serve to cause harm to yourself and your unborn child; two things for which I will not stand”. His words were softer this time, the early traces of power barely lingering upon the air as his voice faded and the room fell into an awkward silence.
For a long moment Cyn was silent, her hands balling themselves into fists at her sides as she fought to hold her anger in check (an action which ran against her every moral fibre). Finally, exhaling sharply in distaste, the woman complied with Orpheus’ request.
“I hope you aren’t stupid enough to think this means I will be any more compliant” Cyn hissed from between her teeth, folding her arms defensively across her chest.
Orpheus merely sighed and shook his head. There had been a time, a brief moment in years past, when the vampire may have considered Cynthia Tremaine yielding; but those foolish notions had quickly been quashed by the fiery tempered woman.
“Will you not even consider my offer mon cher? You need only look around to comprehend the logic behind the proposal” Orpheus continued, sweeping an arm broadly around the confines of the single bedroom apartment. In addition to the dense living conditions, with five individuals sharing the minute accommodations, the vampire was also making direct reference to the poor condition of the room and its furnishings. Every available surface was cluttered, the mess consisting of everything from clothes and toys to ant-covered plates and mould-ridden food scraps.
Cyn merely laughed in response, the sound low and dark. “You must be seriously ******** in the head if you think I would voluntarily move in with you” the woman managed to choke out amidst her sniggering.
Visibly wincing at the crude choice of language, Orpheus sighed once more as he attempted to gather the thinning vestiges of his patience. He had thought he had already explained quiet clearly that Cynthia and her children would be given quarters separate from his own, yet retain full access to the facilities his estate had to offer, thus ensuring their paths would rarely cross; however, that information clearly bore little weight.
“...Great. So now we’ll have to keep seeing you everyday” Viktor, the middle triplet, grumbled, greenish orbs glaring daggers toward his guardian.
“Yeah!” Amelia echoed, drumming her feet against the side of a dusty lounge chair. “We could’ve had our own space, away from you”
“Shut-up, just shut-up” Cyn growled in reply, jaw muscles twitching with restrained tension. Although she would never admit it, the two children raised a valid point. Residing with Orpheus would mean she wouldn’t have to lay eyes on the triplets every waking second of the day, a prospect which was far too tempting to decline.
“Fine. I’ll do it, although I don’t have to like it” the pregnant woman conceded, pouting like a reprimanded child.
“Vermin tum too?” a small voice enquired, large brown eyes shining hopefully toward Cyn and Orpheus. The utterance belonged to Pyrrhus, with the child referring to the large cockroach, Vermin, he was currently directing through a maze constructed of blocks.
Rolling her eyes, Cyn turned and waddled toward the bedroom, leaving Orpheus to deal with the phoenix child’s unusual appeal.
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