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 Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 12:16 pm
((I'm starting right off from the last two posts of the main thread.))
.... My love....
Night finally fell upon the City of New York once more. The chaos that ensued the night before echoed on every television set in the city. Who knew how many lives had been damaged or lost. The vampire opened his eyes. He turned his head to the side and looked at the clock. Well this was a first. Waking up in a comfy bed, looking at what time it was before deciding to get up and start the day. Just like being human. Accept for most humans it would be dinner time. 5:45 the clock read. Usually he wouldn't have gotten up so early but it was winter of course. One thing best about winter was it gave vampires more time to feed and to roam. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, getting the sleep out. Then he felt a nauseating feeling rush over him. Standing he made his way to the bathroom and sat down by the toilet. He didn't throw up, just sat there near the toilet for a minute or two waiting to. Don't you just hate that. When he gave up on it coming out he stood and looked in the mirror. He looked horrible. Felt dirty too with the dried blood on his shirt and on the inside of his jacket. He unzipped it and took his shirt off. Turning he turned on the water. Despite the stories one would read about vampires being afraid of water, that wasn't true. In fact Jason loved a good warm soak in a bath. It was just common folk lore. He heard someone jiggling with the front door and he left the bathroom momentarily to see if it was the girl.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 1:13 pm
She had run for so long, jiggling the door she finally got it to open and she stumbled inside, her face matted with dry tears. She forgot about the boy here and walked past kitchen past the room, past the bathroom and went straight for the living room, there she slumped onto the sofa and sighed tiredly, her legs burned, her throat burned, her eyes red, she looked a mess.
She would take a shower later, but now…she just wanted to lay there. Her father would be home late, she had not eaten since breakfast, instead of her usual routine of calling Chris she now had no one to call.
Throwing her sunglasses to the floor she slowly began to hum a lullaby her mother used to hum to her, its slow tune calmed her, made her feel more relax, she had needed this cry, she had needed to shout and to go into a workout made her feel better..
But what she wished for was for her dad to get married bring another women into his life someone she could be with, this loneliness would never leave and she wondered if it was causing her to become like this, to become depressed, she tried to make new friends but most times they just laughed and walked away from her, making fun of her because she was different, she spoke different she had a French accent from time to time and there was nothing she could do about it.
Sprawled on the sofa she turns to grab the remote and flicks the TV on to any channel she throws the remote to the floor, they land near her sunglasses and she stares blankly at the TV, her breathing slow and steady.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:57 pm
It turned out to be her, but she seemed so upset she didn't even see him, running right to the sofa for comfort. He stood there for a few moments watching her with a little smirk on his face. He pushed his tongue into the inside of his cheek to push the smirk off his face as he slunk over to the sofa, quietly. In the state she was in, he could easily cast a spell on her, making her feel comforted and drink from her. She was easy prey. But as he reached the sofa he stopped. Something about this girl reminded him of... he pushed it away. He turned back around and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He clenched his fists hard, angry at the memory. He turned off the water to the tub and finished getting undressed. He set himself in the tub and scrubbed vigorously, as if trying to scrape his past off into the tub water. Stupid humanity and human remorse. It still plagued him, he was 145 years old and 125 of them he wasn't even human. How could he still be influenced by stupid human emotions and that little thing called humanity? How, even after... he shook his head. He finished his bath. The night was young, he'd have to feed soon.
His pants were the only good clothes he had left. He threw the bloody shirt away in the garbage. The jacket would be okay, would be better if he dry cleaned it but he didn't have that luxury. He walked out of the bathroom, rubbing his hair with the towel, and looked to the sofa. The girl was still sitting there, sulking. He shook his head and walked over. It couldn't be helped, he had to say something.
He stood in front of her and knelt down, towel on his shoulders. "What is it, love? Why the sad eyes?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 7:46 pm
She blinks and shakes her head realizing she must have went off into her head, she then quickly blinks once more and sad eyes soon stare into the man who had clearly asked her a question; the man she had invited to sleep in her fathers bed. She had forgotten about him…
A sad smile laid sweetly on her face and she looks down, “I’m sorry, its nothing to bother you about it…” she quickly then sits up and places a false bright smile on her face and rubs the back of her head as she laughs softly. “I see you slept good and probably need some clothing..” she mutters averting her eyes away from his bare chest, blood rises to her cheeks causing a faint blush to spread to her cheeks giving her a rosy glow.
Quickly standing up she soon walks past him straight to her room and rummages through her drawers quickly pulling out a mans shirt.
Stepping out once more she throws the shirt to him and her eyes once more sadden, “It should be your size…Chris, he was about your height..” she speaks quickly soon heading back into her room, taking out some clothing and straight into the bathroom where she brings out his jacket. “If you want…we can go to the dry cleaner and get this dry cleaned, it looks like it would be much better that way…” she silently places it on a hanger and closes the bathroom.
Running a hand through the mirror she wipes the steam away and sighs when she sees herself, turning on the water she lets it run for awhile as she begins to undress herself, wrapping herself in the towel she soon steps into the shower and lets the water wash her tears away, the hot water slowly begins to steam the room and she begins to picture herself in the old sauna in Italy with her mother, opening her eyes she slams her fist into the ceramic wall angered and winces as the pain shoots up into her arm. She hated her photogenic memory especially because the best memories she could have or remember was with her mother.
Sliding down she soon feels the pounding of her water on her bare back as she hugs her knees tears now falling she slowly bites her lips. “Why mom, why didn’t you just stay home, why did you have to surprise me and daddy, you said you would come home….you promised..” she muttered silently to herself as she soon felt herself feel light headed. The steam was beginning to get to her, her hand shot straight up as she grabbed the railing and pulled herself up.
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