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XCandy and LunacyX Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 2:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 2:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 9:19 am
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His eyes flicked across the line of people, then he suddenly stood up and strode into a crowd. A moment later, one of the youngest members of Sleet's coven found her back pressed against a wall of cold stone. Vikteren smiled pleasantly. "If you intend to suggest that I've got the wrong person or any other equally implausible assumption, I'd advise against it." He tightened his grip on her throat, his nails digging little crescent-moon marks into her skin. "You're one of Sleet's fledglings. Tell me where he is and I may be persuaded not to rip your heart out." The younger vampire's eyes widened--dim grey, not yet old enough to have learned to compel.
"Please--I can't say--don't hurt me, I haven't done anything--"
His face contorted in a snarl, eyes blazing like rogue emeralds. "There is no punishment your sire could inflict upon you that I could not match tenfold," he hissed.
"I can't--I can't--" she whimpered, her hands snatching desperately at his, trying to push him away.
And, suddenly, he dropped his hands, pulled back--fastened one hand around her throat, raised her up with frightening speed. He looked up. "They didn't teach you very well, did they?"
"Please--" she kicked out feebly, trying--anything to get him away--
"One chance," he said flatly. "Tell me and you are free." His hand pressed against her breastbone, his fingers cold as a corpse's.
"--graves--the crypts--" she forced out, trying not to let her last words turn into a sob.
"Thank you," he said gently. And his fingers pushed through her flesh, blood spurting from the wound, cracking cartilage, beneath her breastbone, reaching her heart--and pulled. She never got the chance to scream--her throat was crushed beneath his palm. The fledgling fell limp, her blonde hair covering the blank death-stare. He lowered her gently, released her heart. The girl's white dress was covered in blood. His eyes were almost pitying as he brushed her hair back, kissed her gently on the forehead, and stood.
He left the alleyway whistling.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 6:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 3:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 3:24 pm
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XCandy and LunacyX Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 5:47 pm
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Volusia pushed the shock of bright blue hair out of her face and smiled up at the night sky. Her lips and eyelids were painted the same colour blue as her hair, leaving her face stunningly monochromatic. But she decided on bright orange eyes, just for kicks. She trudged down the street, her heavy orange boots dragging along the pavement. "I've got a lover-ly bunch of coacarnuts! 'Ere they are, standing 'n-a row..." She sang quietly to herself, a little smirk on her blue lips. As she fished around in her pocket for her little hair-clips, two strong hands clamped on her shoulders, her eyes opening wide in surprise. "Hullo, dear."The man's deep voice caried a tone of light amusement. Volusia could hear the smile on Jonas' lips. "Did-ja miss me?" Momentarily she considered saying "yes", but she remembered the telegram he had sent her last week. It read:STUCK IN LONDON. STOP. BOATS KEPT FROM LEAVING DUE TO TERRORIST ATTACKS. STOP. MATTIE SENDS HER LOVE. STOP. Volusia hated Mattie, his fiance, with every bone in her body. And only part of that was jealousy. She was a flakey red-head he had found in a bar somewhere in New South-Whales. She had played at sad and lonely, reeling him in like a fish. She ended up catching him, and catching him good.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 5:22 pm
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XCandy and LunacyX Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 5:25 pm
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Gabriel wandered the streets of Osiris city, taking in the sights with little interest. The city was concrete, gray, dull, and he despised every bit of it. He continued walking, his feet carrying him while his mind wandered and took in what little there was to see. There were too many cities like this, big, busy, overcrowded and always so damn noisy! He shook his head, snarling slightly in disgust and sending long strands of his blond hair swirling about his face. He pushed one hand back to his head, running his fingers through his hair and pulling it away from his line of sight, gathering it into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck, where he tied it with a thin strip of leather.
There was a small commotion to his right, and Gabriel looked to see a group of men running down the alley. A small figure huddled in a heap on the ground against the alley wall, and Gabriel, curious and hungry, turned to investigate.
The figure turned out to be a young girl, and Gabriel smiled, revealing two pointed canines. She looked up at him with huge blue eyes, widened by terror, and he noticed that her clothes had been torn. So that's what they were up to, he thought, emotionless even in his own mind. The girl whimpered, looking at Gabriel imploringly, begging him to help her but too terrified to speak. He leaned down toward her, holding out his arms, and she reached to him. He allowed her to fold herself into his embrace, pulling her upright as he sunk his fangs into her neck. She gasped, then struggled briefly, but soon the fight left her and she became limp. Gabriel could envision her eyes growing dull and opaque, and smiled even as he drained her blood.
He dropped her unceremoniously in the alley when he finished, turning back around and leaving the way he'd come.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 3:45 pm
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"No." She replied flippantly. "I didn't miss you at all. But I did miss teasing you." Volusia added with a little grin. Yawning, she stretched and exposed her seemingly pierced tongue. "Stop," she said, and he stopped. Dropping to the ground, Volusia looked up at him and mouthed the words, "Did you find my book?" in case there was anyone close. She might have thought it at him, but her thoughts, more often than not, carried further than her voice, so she tried to keep them as quiet as possable. He shook his head, keeping his thoughts quiet as well and formed the word "London". She swore bitterly. "Well, I'm off. Sweet dreams, little hethan of mine." She planted a kiss on her hand and blew it at him, before walking away. Snickering, she knew that the blue lip-prints that *somehow* appeared on his face would take days to fade away.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 7:12 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 10:20 am
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