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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Mar 31, 2010 17:21:54 GMT -8
Galient didn't even bother to sit up. "Yeah...just thinking...ya' know?" Galient squirmed to the side to give Ayre a look of discertainty. "I said I was coming right back. I didn't think I was in here that long." Galient half-grinned and swirved again, laying his head on the pillow and sighing. What was the world coming to? he asked himself. The time that might've been a half an hour went by so fast to him, but had gone by in a century for Ayre. Oh, God, Galient thought, I'm going crazy...Or worse. Galient laughed half-heartedly and shook his head. Maybe he was becoming crazy. It would be likely. He was adjusting to this new life quickly and fairly easily. It seemed unnatural. It would be the most likely thing to happen to him. He felt bad for Ophelia and Ayre, the people who would stand by and watch the whole unstableness unfurl in front of their own eyes.
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Post by Ayre Tristansi on Apr 14, 2010 14:38:18 GMT -8
"I've been sitting in there for at least a half and hour,"He chuckled slightly. "I'm not very patient, you know." He smiled lightly then paused. It was if the entire world slowed for a moment. Ayre swallowed and stumbled back a few steps. What was wrong with him? He felt his back hit the wall and something else. Then everything seemed like a daze. He heard a crack and small shards of reflective daggers burst from behind him. He sucked in a sharp breath and felt the cold air from outside hit his face and rustle through his hair. Then he was falling down,down,down. What the hell just happened? Ayre couldn't even comprehend for some reason. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to stop himself from falling. There there was a crack and an intense pain. He tried to move but nothing would. He opened his eyes to see the sky above him and tree. He had fallen from the window. Why? This all made no sense him. All that registered was the pain. God, he was one unlucky guy. Getting beat up by vampires and then having some kind of attack and falling out of a window. Ayre looked up to the house. "Galient..."His voice was only a whisper. He clenched his teeth from screaming out. It felt like his bones had been made of glass and they all shattered when he fell. There he was, crumpled like a butterfly with no wings. Ayre breathed out slowly and felt his heart slow down. Thump,tump,thump...thump.....thump........thump...........thump......
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Apr 18, 2010 9:29:11 GMT -8
Galient wrenched himself to the window and watched, horrified, as Ayre tumbled down the second story drop. Galient yelled for him, hoping to get an answer, but nothing. Galient paused and stooped onto the ledge, then jumped, gliding down next to Ayre. "Ayre..." he said, almost a whisper, then again, louder, "Ayre!" he yelled. Galient put his hand on Ayre's chest, looking for a beat. It was there, but slowly fading. Galient's nostrils flared. He swore Ayre had the worst luck of any man he'd ever known. Galient gulped, swallowing the lump that was resting in his throat. Galient stopped himself from crying. Ayre wouldn't die. He was strong. He could handle it. It wsn't that bad...was it? Galient stared down at all of Ayre's broken bones and the semi-pool of blood around Ayre's head. Galient knew that Ayre would surely die. Why?! he thought. He had just become friends with him again, and he was dying. It was like all of Galient's happiness had to be stopped. If Galient was too happy, Oh, no, someone better stop it or else he might actually love his life. Galient sobbed as tears fell from his eyes onto his cheeks. He wiped his face and looked at Ayre. He was convulsing. Galient's eyes were being torchered by the sight of it.
Then Galient had a thought in his head. An awful, unthinkable thought. But, what else could he do? What else was there left to do? If he didn't do it, Ayre would surely die...A slow, painful death. Galient swallowed. Was he even ready? Would he be able to stop himself? The urge might be too much. Galient stopped. Would he kill his friend, forced to live forever with that burden on his shoulders? No. That thought would keep him from killing. Galient closed his eyes and whispered as he lowered his head, "I'm so sorry, Ayre...but I can't let you die." Galient bared his teeth and sunk them into Ayre's naked neck. The blood, warm and flowing still, was going to drive him mad. It was so...delicious[i/]. Galient arched his back, trying to pull away, but the force shoving to Ayre was too much. He growled and shut his mouth, cutting Ayre's throat and ripping the skin between Galient's two bite marks. Galient had to focus his eyes away from Ayre's neck to take Ayre's knife on his belt and slit his wrist. He held it to Ayre's mouth and said, in pain but probably not as much as how much Ayre was in, "Please, swallow it...Don't spit it out..." he said, practically praying to himself.
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Post by Ayre Tristansi on Apr 18, 2010 9:58:28 GMT -8
He could faintly hear Galient but could speak. He felt cold. Not freezing cold but like a mind-numbing cold. He didn't even know if he had a mind any more. Was it splattered against the ground? That would be gross. Ayre didn't want to die. There was so much he needed to do but yet ,at this moment, he was incapable. How pitiful. The coldness then stopped spreading. Ayre was happy about that and he felt himself getting warmer. It was comfortable. Not too hot.Wait. No! The heat increased dramatically. It was burning him from the inside out. It scorched ever living fiber in his body. A strangled choke erupted from his throat. He was still alive but this pain was the worst. He wished he was dead. Anything but this. He tried to scream but no noise came out. His body arched up in pain. His insides felt like a jumble. Like a fish in a water bag being shaken. His bones were like a scrambled puzzle. Yet how could he move?There was the feeling of cold water spreading through his shattered ribs and into his stomach. It went through his entire body and the fire lessened a bit. Ayre gasped loudly. He was alive, it seemed.
His eyes snapped open and a delicious tasting liquid slid in between his lips and on to his tongue. He sputtered for a moment spraying a bit of it but he ravenously swallowed the rest. What in the world was this? How could he still be alive after smashing himself all over the ground? Ayre groaned slightly,the pain still in his body. He looked over to Galient who seemed heartbroken by something. He wanted to ask what was wrong but his throat was parched. He coughed violently and blinked. Everything seemed sharper for some reason. Ayre swallowed again,his throat feeling like sandpaper. "G-Galient..."He forced the words out. Ayred used his elbow and pushed himself up slightly. God,he felt worse than after the fight with Ricky. Ayre paused a moment to go over everything. His brain sluggishly tried to catch up with his memories. There was cold pain then fire and now he was alive?Ayre sucked in a sharp breath. He slowly raised his hand to his neck were it was wet and aching dully. Oh god. No way. It was impossible. Galient wouldn't have even if he wads dying. Would he? Ayre knew the answer. He wish he didn't though. Ayre turned to Galient again. His eyes scanned the area and he noticed it. his knife and Galient's slit wrist. Blood.
Ayre clamped his jaw shut. He squeezed his eyes shut but felt the burning in his throat worsen. Two sharp teeth began to elongate and Ayre clenched his fist. His eyes snapped open again. "Galient....help me..."His voice broke and he bit his lower lip. Blood pooled from it and he sucked it in but didn't suck more from his lip. Ayre had never been so scared before. He was angry but more scared than angry. Ayre would argue with Galient later. If he could wait that long.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Apr 18, 2010 10:20:09 GMT -8
Galient's thirst was relieved as Ayre's human blood was gone, drained, transformed. Galient fet a horrible, heart-wrenching guilt inside of him. Galient stood, going to fetch a bag of blood. Ayre would surely feel the thirst by now. Galient glanced at Ayre. "I..." he began, then stopped, running into the house. He ran to the kitchen, then slugged to the floor. How could he have done that? It was the one thing that Ayre would rather die than be, but Gailent was too selfish to let him take that alternative. Galient shook his head and laid his head in between his legs. He felt nauseous, guilty and depressed. He had done something terribly wrong and he knew Ayre woudls urely commit suicide once he came to. Galient had done wrong. A terrible, dreadful wrong that couldn't be taken back. He glanced up at the fridge and stood. He clasped the door, and opened it. The blood was stacked, all of the bottom shelves and drawers were filled. Galient was relieved. Who knew how much blood Ayre would need? He grabbed four bags and headed out the door.
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Post by Ayre Tristansi on Apr 18, 2010 10:36:38 GMT -8
Ayre slowly stood up. He watched as Galient ran into the house. He slumped against the tree. He opened his mouth slowly and seemed to taste the air. Far off talking caught his attention. People. Blood. Ayre grabbed on to the tree. He dug his fingers into it and squeezed his eyes. He had to stay. His fangs pushed out even more yearning for more blood to sustain him. Ayre didn't want to be a vampire. He had to fight the feeling. He could hear the noises getting closer. How long would Galient take? Was Galient abandoning him? Ayre felt sort of mad. Galient knew that he would rather be dead than this. Ayre punched the tree,cracking the bark and sending small pieces flying. The pain of splitting skin brought him back to earth slightly. Laughing. Ayre couldn't wait any longer. The burning in his throat was unbearable. Clenching his teeth, Ayre took off in the direction of the humans. Blood. That was only thing that registered in his brain. He needed it and wanted it. He didn't bother thinking of what the consequences would be. All he wanted was blood. A red haze clouded his vision and the delicious scent got stronger and more mouth-watering. His pupils were so dilated they were almost gone. Ayre could see them in his view. With a low guttural growl he prepared to attack. A man saw him and screamed. ayre launched himself forwards andshoved the guy against a tree. The others screamed as well and scrambled like ants. Ayre suck his teeth into the mans neck and sucked eagerly.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Apr 19, 2010 14:43:25 GMT -8
An uneasy sigh escaped Ophelia's throat. She'd just come from a new hospital to pick up a shipment of blood packs. She and Galient had been running low and she figured it was time to pick up some more. It was twilight, the sun was going down beneath pink, purple and orange clouds, it was completely gorgeous, but something didn't feel right. Ophelia was about half a mile from the house when the strong scent of blood; two different types, both male, however one was distinctly human. The other was somewhere between vampire and human. That didn't make sense, she thought to herself, Galient had been fully turned...besides it wasn't his smell anyway. I really hope you didn't do something unless you needed to love.
Ophelia sprinted off toward the house to arrive moments later to find this man practically chewing through the neck of his poor victim on her front lawn. She could smell the very faint scent of Galient's blood on this being too. Ophelia couldn't help but wonder what he was doing with this person. What were you thinking, Galient? More importantly, where are you? Ophelia couldn't stand watching whoever the hell this was basically decapitating their prey. Setting down the backpack, which the blood packs were she spoke in the most menacing tone she could muster at the time, "Hey...what business have you here?" She knew the fledgling wouldn't be able to answer her, he was more animal than being at the moment, but she at least wanted to get his attention.
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Post by Ayre Tristansi on Apr 19, 2010 15:39:59 GMT -8
Ayre heard a faint yet powerful voice speak up. It was enough to snap him out of his bloodlust. Ayre dropped the body and leaned back against a tree his eyes wide. He clenched his fist and breathed deeply. Dear god. What had he done? Ayre's eyes flickered over to the bags of blood on the ground then back to the figure. It was a woman. This must be Ophelia. Ayre looked down with a certain shame and fear. "I-I'm sorry. I am a friend of Galients. My name is Ayre..."He said slowly. ayre couldn't bring himself to look down at the dead body that laid beside him. He had killed an innocent man. He should have had more control to stop himself. Ayre raised a hand to wipe the remaining blood off of his fain. It still stained his clothes though. Ayre felt terrible. His guilt covered the burning in his throat but it didn't erase the memory. He felt as if he had let himself and Galient down by his actions.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Apr 21, 2010 11:54:46 GMT -8
"I see.." Ophelia said in that stern tone, clenching her fist. Galient, what were you thinking? What was going on here? Her mind was reeling with questions as the sun finally set behind her. She let out a soft sigh and stepped toward Ayre. "What happened here?" She knew his bloodlust was over, he could speak now, but of course he was weak. Being reborn outside while the sun was setting was not a good idea at all.
He didn't have enough energy to sustain himself out here for very long. "Come on, you have to get inside, unless you want to be carried off on another bloodlust...I'm pretty sure you don't want that." Her tone was softer than before, in a sort of motherly way. Ophelia picked up the blood filled back pack and pulled Ayre's arm around her shoulders and vice versa. From there she pulled him to his feet and walked very slowly to the cottage, up the steps, and inside. "Galient!" she yelled before setting Ayre on the couch, waiting for him to respond.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Apr 21, 2010 14:00:28 GMT -8
Galient heard Ophelia's voice and his eyes widened. She sounded angry, or at least annoyed. He swallowed and took a deep breath, revealing the scent in the home. Blood. Not Ayre's nor Ophelia's. Oh, God. Galient bit his lip and stepped onto the first step of the stairs. He peaked his head out of the corner of the wall by the stairs. "Yes, love?" he said, with a smile, but also nervous. His smile faded as he took a look at Ayre. Blood covered his chest and pants. His face was splattered with blood. He made an uneasy face and furrowed his eyebrows. This was not going to be a nice chat. He had done something that was not good. But he couldn't have just let Ayre die. He would've felt so guilty, he would've commited suicide at least. Maybe gone on a rage. More damage would've been done if Ayre died. Galient quickly, in his new speed, walked down the stairs and went to Ophelia's side. He grinned unsurely and opened his arms for a hug.
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