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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 20, 2009 15:20:27 GMT -8
Galient laughed at her when she said she smelled unpleasant. She smelled fine, not bad at all. He liked her smell, strangely. He nodded and his smile stayed on his face as he turned away towards the door. Onwards, he thought, to go get my things for my afterlife. As if walking into the hands of death, he waltzed to the door and gave one more shameless glance at Ophelia before opening the door and stepping outside.
The crisp, warm air was being fluttered around by the shallow winds. Galient sighed happily and solemnly, remembering that this would be he last time he would go outside during daylight. He frowned quaintly, not to make it so known although Ophelia wasn't watching him. He heard birds singing on the treerops. Well, he thought, I'll still hear birds, just an owl instead of a blue jay. He looked around, taking in his surroundings, decideding which way was the way Ophelia had taken him from his woods last night. He decided upon the riht and headed that way, making his way through the willows and redwoods. Vines and roots swept out in his path, making him trip at times. He became more aware of them when he got to the trunk they had been sitting at moments later. He had absolute direction from where he was at that point. He headed north to th hotel.
When he got to the hotel, he saw no sign of the blonde woman he'd ran away from last night before going to the woods. Of course not, he thought, she's a vampire, she wouldn't be out this early. He made his way to the elevator when the attendant asked: "Which floor." Galient answered, "8th floor." It wasn't the highest floor, but it got good reputation for people who stayed there. Some were afraid to go onto the top floor, the 9th. Galient was not, but he didn't have the money to afford it. He had settled for room 1203 on floor 8. When the elevator stopped Galient stepped out and thanked the attendant working the elevator. Galient looked around, trying to remember the way to his room. Left, he remembered. He walked on, glancing at the numbers, anticipating his room. 1193, 1195, 1197, 1199, 1201... 1203. He stopped and fished his pockets for the room key. He found it in the deepest part of it and slid it out and into the slot on the door. The light on the door turned green and Galient opened the door.
No one was in the room, not a maid as he had thought because he had seen a cart in the hallway. It was silent as he shut the door. He glided to the bed and drawers carelessly and started to put things into his bag he had brought. He kept thinking that the bag looked like a man purse. "Very sexy," He scoffed. Then there was a sudden movement behind the bathroom door. Galient, because of his cat-like reflexes, flipped his head back, and so on with the rest of his body, staring at the body that was by the bathroom door. A woman. Blonde. The woman he'd seen, the one he'd followed, she was standing in his room. He grinned as he remembered he had a load of weapons in his bag. He reached behind him and dragged out a bright, silver stake just as the woman took a step toward Galient. Galient chuckled.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 20, 2009 15:37:33 GMT -8
Ophelia sighed as he stepped through the door and closed it behind him. "Enjoy your last day in the sun, love. Remember it always. From now on you can only look, but never touch...unless you have a suicide wish or an uncanny fetish," Ophelia said to him, even though he couldn't hear her at all. A small smile cast on her lips as she turned and headed upstairs to clean herself up.
As she stepped into her bedroom and over to a chest of drawers. Meh, she thought, not going to really tried anything today, just something simple. With that she pulled out a very simple, high waisted, white dress, and a few other items that will go unseen until that evening. The thought of tonight made her blush, but she shooed the thought away as she stepped toward the bathroom. Pulling her blonde hair out of its ponytail, she shook the mane wildly. After stripping down, she turned the shower on full blast, steaming hot within seconds. Ophelia sighed as she looked down at herself and spoke to no one: "Well...at least those corsets did something." With those words to herself, stepped into the nearly scalding water.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 20, 2009 15:56:23 GMT -8
Galient stared at the woman as she did nothing but stare back at him. "Do you have a death wish?" Galient asked, growling happily to himself. The woman laughed, a high pitched squeal of laughter. Galient's ears hurt after just listening to it. "Of course not," she answered, "I came because I could smell you from a mile away. I sensed you coming...and well, here I am." She said, pulling out her hair from her ponytail. Galient felt his eyebrows furrow. What was she doing? he asked himself. He felt his angre grow within him. This was going nowhere. "Let's get this over with." He said, taking a step forward. "Gladly," she answered. She stepped forward again and this time she was less than a foot from him. He had his arm ready, he was just waiting for the element of suprise to come upon him. Suddenly, her fingers trailed along Galient's skin, sending chills, not good ones, down his spine. He felt the sudden urge to kill her without suprise. She had it coming. He held the steak between them. "One more move, and I press this into your chest without another word." She stopped her hand slowly and put it to her side. "You're quite the charmer aren't you...Galient?" She said his name so surely, like she'd known him. "How do you know my name? Have you been stalking me?" He said angrily pressing the sharp tip to her chest.
"More like you've been stalking me. You followed me here, remember? And," She said, pausing to overlook Galient, "For the record, I don't care if you kill me. You have too much virtue anyways. Although you are a hunter. Seems like a questionable name to me." Galient stared at her in awe, his anger going over board. "Yes, Galient, I know about you and your foolish love affair." She whispered.
Galient chuckled meniacly, "All the more reason for me to kill you." He smiled and plunged the stake into her chest without a pitiful thought. The ripping of her tissue and muscle pleased him. She drooped onto the floor, holding onto Galient's shirt and smiling deviously. He shrugged her hand off of his shirt and shook his head. Another vampire killed, he said evilly. He shouldn't have been so pleased about the murder, but he was nonetheless. He stood back, watching her bleed on the floor and he didn't notice the blood on his shirt and shoes. He turned to his bag and noticed he had been finished. He grabbed his bag and slid it over his shoulder, walking to the window so he could climb down.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 20, 2009 16:24:07 GMT -8
Ophelia gave a sudden flinch as the water poured over her. A twinge of pain snapped through her. What was that? Did something happen? She knew vampires could sense deaths of other vampires. I suppose Galient found that woman he followed her. I guess I should thank her for luring him here. However, if she's dead she must've threatened him in someway.
Her thoughts lingered in her mind as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. When she dried she slipped on her clothes and shook her wet hair wildly. Ophelia giggiled softly, I look like a shaggy dog, she thought as she slipped out of the bathroom and back into her room. She sat on her bed and brushed out her nearly white, wet hair. It dried quickly, so she decided to just let it hang and not pull it into anysort of style.
The white dress made Ophelia look very angelic. It was short sleeved, slightly low cut, a black ribbon was accented around the underbust of the dress giving it a high-waisted effect, and fell to about mid-thigh on Ophelia. The dress made her legs look even more lank than they already did. She sighed as she made her way down the stairs and sat on the bottom step, waiting for Galient to return. I hope you're alright, she thought to herself.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 20, 2009 16:45:33 GMT -8
As Galient silently slid down the drain pipe to the ground his foot slipped a bit and he almost feel to his death. Much too soon, he said inwardly. He jumped the last seven feet to the ground and landed on his feet. He was in his zone. He needed to run, to be free to run in daylight on last time. He readied himself as he slid down into a semi-crouch and he pounced into a run three yards in front of him. He ran as fast as he could to the trunk, and felt the wind in his hair, the black string-like hairs fluttering madly. He soon found the trunk and turned onto the pathway he remembered to Ophelia's. He ran a bit slower on this path, remembering the vines and roots he'd tripped on earlier.
He soon got to the cabin and he raced to the front door. He stopped and opened it, steeping in quietly and out of breath. Home sweet home, he thought happily. He shifted his bag and ran up the stairs, either to find Ophelia or to unpack his bag.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 20, 2009 19:33:57 GMT -8
Before she could even reach the stairwell, she smelled him. Not only Galient but blood as well. Hmm, I guess he did kill her then. She peaked down the stairs to see him rushing up with luggage in his hands. As he reached the top of the stairs she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek again and just smiled. "Hello there." She sounded rather chipper for some reason, not even Ophelia could pin-point it.
She sniffed again and tilted her head down slightly to see the darkened spot on his shirt. "Found your vampire, I take?" Ophelia touched the stain and traced it. "Galient, let me have your shirt, go put your things in my room. I'll get the stain out." Ophelia gave him a sheepish smile. She was acting more like a wife already. It didn't matter, it's not a good idea to have bloodstained clothes. It might attract unwanted attention.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 22, 2009 10:23:32 GMT -8
Galient smiled quaintly, he was embarrassed but he felt a rush. A huge amount of feelings that were coming upon him at one time. he'd killed the one thing that had led him here, but instead of leaing because he had done his duty, he would be staying because he found Ophelia. He was excited for the fact that he wouldbe someone totally different by tonight. He would be the one thing he had loathed since he was a child, but ironically he would be exstatic. Galient looked down at Ophelia's hand that was on his blood-red stain on his black hoodie. He grumbled and sighed, slightly laughing to himself. He set his bag down next to him and zipped off the sweatshirt, but he could still feel the wetness of the stain. It had seeped through onto his button-up shirt. He unbottoned it quickly, trying to get it off without drawing attention to it, although he knew he would. He picked up the hooded sweatshirt from the floor he had set it down on and handed it to Ophelia gently.
"Sorry about that. I didn't notice it before." He said, shrugging. "I promise that there's no trace that I did it. Besides, no one saw me leave..." He trailed off. Hopefully, he thought. He hadn't checked to see if where he climbed down if anyone or anything was behind him or whether or not there were windows where he'd slid down. He gulped, straining for comfort that he hadn't left anything that would lead the police to him for a murder. He hadn't left anything there, he'd brought his guitar and suitcase. That was all he brought to Dawson. Hopefully, he didn't leave too many clues as to who had killed the unnamed vampire.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 22, 2009 10:38:42 GMT -8
"I certainly hope not." Ophelia responded. "However, I can't help but think of what became of the corpse. If a window was open with sunlight pouring through it, the body might crumple into dust...same with the blood." She always had a knack for over thinking everything, no matter how small of detail. It was worth it if it kept Galient safe though. Taking the hoodie from him, Ophelia siddled down to the closest bathroom. She set the coat in the sink and turned the cold water faucet on until it filled the basin, letting the fabric soak.
Ophelia exhaled softly, vampire blood wasn't a particularly appitizing smell. Wrinkling her nose she left the bathroom and left the coat in the sink until the smell has disapated. Turning back to Galient she smiled. For some reason, she felt a tad shaky. Possibly because of the task at hand to her. Not to mention how small she felt compared to him. Only a mere eight inches higher than her, but her being spindly left her feeling a little weak in comparison. Ophelia tucked a piece of white blonde hair behind her ear as she spoke, "Well, let's get you settled." Goddamn, I'm so awkward!
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 22, 2009 10:52:37 GMT -8
Galient smiled back and laughed quietly. Ophelia, you might be the most awkward person I know, but I still love you. He nodded and walked to the guest bedroom he'd slep in the night before. When he walked in, the room felt stuffy, not open at all as it seemed. He set his bag and guitar on the bed and he bent down to search for a new T-shirt to wear instead of his naked chest. Of course, he thought, it might set the mood if I don' wear a shirt. He thought this through while standing quietly over his bag. Perhaps a muscle shirt? he asked himself. No, he said, searching through his bag once again, muscle shirts don't really fit well with my personality so I don't...have any, he sighed inwardly. Maybe a V-neck T-shirt, he thought hopefully. He found two V-necks. One a dark green forest color, the other a gray color that was most likely going to help shape his pecs and abs better. He chose the gray one, obviously, and slipped it on neatly.
He turned back to Ophelia, who was also standing in the room with him and he smiled. If only you knew, he thought, how much pressure you put upon me, Ophelia. He shook his head small-like so it wouldn't be noticed and he picked up his guitar. "Shall we?" He said, grinning his crooked smile.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 22, 2009 11:21:44 GMT -8
Following him to the guest bedroom, she leaned against the doorframe. Her cheeks were red as she watched for a minuted. Save it for later, she thought as she turned away for a moment. Images flashed through her head that made her quiver. When she turned back she saw him smiled and returned it quite pleasantly.
"Race ya!" she responded with a sly grin. She leaned back through the door way and took off with nearly lightening speed. This was one thing she loved about being a vampire. The impossible speed. Flying down the corridor she took a sharp turn down the stairs. Cheekily, she waited for Galient at the bottom of the stairs. Ophelia swayed back and forth as she took a very slow trot backwards to the amp where her electric violin lay. She couldn't help but stick her tongue out at him mockingly. This is what you do to me Galient, you make me feel like my old self. What a wonderful feeling it is that I might not ever be alone again.
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