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Post by Ayre Tristansi on Jul 22, 2010 12:30:45 GMT -8
Ayre nodded. He half picked up-half dragged Galient into the Cabin. Not really far inside but just enough to shut the door and cut off all the delectable scents that were driving him closer to the edge. Ayre painstakingly kept his composure and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed as many blood packets as he could then walked back into the living room. He sat down on the couch and tore into one of the packets. He was careful not to spill any on Ophelia's couch or his clothing, which was already bloody enough. After most of his ravenous hunger had passed he leaned back on the couch and looked at Galient with a mixture of concern and fear. Ayre didn't want to lose his best friend. Galient had seemed so strange before. As if somebody had taken his heart in their hand and given it a squeeze. Ayre couldn't read Galients thoughts though. What if this change in him was temorary? All Ayre knew was that something had changed and it wasn't just his hunger. He bit down on her lower lip, the empty blood packets stacked up on his jeans. There were some more on the table but those were for Galient. Ayre was pretty content now.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jul 23, 2010 16:32:23 GMT -8
Galient woke up to the smell of blood. Which wasn't that big of a surprise since he'd just had it. He kept his eyes closed for about ten minutes, he estimated, and then finally opened them. He glanced around and realized that he was in Ophelia's house. He furrowed his brow. Had this all been a dream, then? He glanced over at Ayre and realized, no. No, it hadn't been. Galient sat up, running a hand through his hair, and cringing at the pain in his head. It was like a bump on the back of his head, a forming one, that Ophelia had caused. He remembered it. Galient bit his lip and took in a deep breath. "I killed someone. And it didn't really register until now." Galient laughed with no humor and leaned back on the sofa, staring up at the cieling. For a moment, his head spun, then he felt his fangs elongate. Why?! He had just fed! Why was he hungry again?! He glanced down at the packets of blood and snatched one, biting into the bottom like an animal. And then when he was finished, he went to the next. And then the next. When it came to the last one, his fangs were practically hanging out of his mouth. He bit into it and his fangs shrank, fitting perfectly into his mouth, but not disappearing completely. He covered his face with his hands and leaned forward on his knees. "Ayre, I'm turning into a monster."
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Post by Ayre Tristansi on Jul 24, 2010 6:09:11 GMT -8
Ayre frowned slightly and bit the inside of his cheek. What was he suppose to say? No, you're fine? Yes, you're a monster? Get out of here before Stefan discovers the real reason to kill you? None of that would go down well. Instead Ayre ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. "It was just a slip-up, Galient..." He tried to convince Galient. He was even trying to convince himself. At this point Ayre didn't know what it was. Perhaps it could have been a slip-up. Just feed him enough and he'll be fine. Ayre hoped desperately it would be that simple. It wouldn't be though. It never was. Ayre leaned back on the couch and drummed his fingertips on his knees. He closed his eyes and sighed. Was Ophelia done getting rid of the body? The thought made him flinch slightly. He couldn't help it. Ayre finally opened his eyes and looked outside. He watched a few leaves fell from the trees. He wondered if that saying about if you caught a leaf in midair, it would bring you good luck was true. If it was he would run out there and snatch every one he possibly could. Luck seemed to scarce these days.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
Madam of the Underworld
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jul 26, 2010 21:21:42 GMT -8
A small sigh escaped Ophelia's lips as she stepped through the front door. A frown creased her rosie lips and her head was slightly bowed as she leaned against the door as she closed it. She hated this feeling. Burrying someone who wasn't supposed to die out of necessity. For fear of being found out. At least she took the young woman's wallet so she wouldn't be forgotten. Her name was Josephine Alberto.
She slipped the wallet into her jacket pocket and hung it up on the coat rack before neandering over to the coach where the boys were. "Well, she's burried, poor girl..." There was nothing she could say for several minutes, she just stood there head bowed and arms folded. She felt guilty, she didn't think Galient was that far at the deep end at the time. She could've saved this girl. Ophelia sighed and looked up "Are you two feeling any better? I know this was pretty terrible, but the plus side is you will probably be able to control your hunger now that you know what it feels like." This made her feel even more guilty that she didn't tell them this. She could've had them feed on something else other than humans....a deer...a rabbit. Ophelia bit her lip as she looked down on the two, waiting for a responce.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jul 27, 2010 18:06:37 GMT -8
Galient shook his head. It didn't feel like a slip-up. Somewhere inside of him, he wanted to do it again, and he knew that feeling would grow and just keep growing over the years. He didn't want to be like this. He didn't want to be the weak one. He wanted to just be the average, normal vampire who craved, but never sought out his prey. He took in a deep breath and bit his lip. "No. No, I feel like this wasn't a mistake. I can't...I don't know." He could still taste the girl's blood on his teeth, her essence on his tongue, her warmth in his throat. It was sickening, and yet he yearned for it. He swallowed and closed his eyes. Galient fell back onto the couch and sat there, his face in his hands, for a few moments until he finally looked up at Ophelia. "I should've been more careful. I'm sorry..." He didn't know what else to say. He felt like he should, and yet nothing would come. It was like his feelings were unimaginably horrible, so much that he couldn't form them into words. He closed his eyes and threw his head back against the back of the sofa, keeping his thoughts away from anything dangerous.
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Post by Ayre Tristansi on Aug 3, 2010 11:21:13 GMT -8
Ayre clasped his hands together and looked down at them. He had never wanted to be a vampire but that didn't mean that it wasn't his fault that he had killed somebody. He had shoved the guilt of his actions in the back of his mind but it was resurfacing. The feeling of it made him want to tear himself apart and light himself on fire. Of course, that wasn't the best idea or action for this moment. besides, no matter what happened he wasn't suicidal. Ayre looked up at Ophelia. "I'm sorry as well. I may just be a newborn but I should have had more control. There was no excuse for what I did. None at all. As much as I wish, there is nothing I can do to take it back either."Ayre replied to Ophelia. One could regret things all you wanted but there was nothing that could be done to take them back. One had to live with their mistakes, learn for them and change themselves for the better. That applied to every person. Human, werewolf and vampire.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
Madam of the Underworld
Can I trust you? But I don't want to...
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Aug 3, 2010 17:57:11 GMT -8
Ophelia pursed her lips. "It happens to all of us. At least you remember the first days of you being a fledgling. I don't, however I have a sneaking suspicion that I killed more than just two people but that was without realizing it." Ophelia turned around and scampered to the other side of the room to pick up an old news paper by the piano and went back to the couch. "This was a news paper I found three days after I was killed, the night I consciously killed my husband and lover." She turned to a page and pointed to a column tittled "Three women killed, torn to pieces." Ophelia gave a shuddery sigh before saying "I think...that was me. They said blond hair had been found all over the place and the necks of the victims have been torn out."
She sighed and pushed her hair behind her ears, setting the news paper on the coffee table in front of the couch. It was sad, she couldn't even remember the first three days of her afterlife, probably because her sire abandoned her on the spot. She had to fend for herself, like an animal. The thought made her skin crawl and she couldn't think of anything else to do but apologize even though it wouldn't help at all. Ophelia shook off the feeling and ran her fingers through Galient's hair, thinking It'll be okay.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Aug 3, 2010 19:38:59 GMT -8
Galient sighed and trembled as Ophelia's hand ran through his hair. He swallowed and looked at her, giving her a sideway glance. He smiled crookedly and took in a deep breath, closing his eyes. The way her fingertips felt made feel better, like he had just had a horrible dream about killing someone. Like it hadn't really happened. But, in reality, it had. And there was no taking it back. Galient lifted his hand to hers to and grabbed a hold of it, gently pulling it away from him. He dropped his own hand and stood up, walking to the door and giving Ayre a small look, nothing meant on hatred but the way it looked it seemed that way. "I'm going for a walk." He opened the door and the way he forced it open, he thought he was going to rip it off of its henges. He was about to take a step out when he realized how worried they would be, and that they would probably follow him once he was far enough gone. He breathed eeply again and tilted his head towards them, keeping his body turned away from them. He looked to the side. "I'll be fine. I'm not hungry anymore. Please, don't follow me." He turned away completely and took a step out of the door, pulling the door shut. "I mean it." He shut the door and walked off of the proch, solemnly taking steps into the woods. He truly wasn't hungry. He felt sick, like he had fed too much. But he felt deep inside of him the want, not the need, to drink again. Hearing himself drink that girl's blood was like music, and although he didn't want it to be, it was. And the taste was more exquisite than any blood pack Ophelia had ever brought home. He blink and shook his head, stopping where he was. He lifted his head and saw where he was. The middle of town. Where he had first met Ophelia, by that pond and that bench. He let his shoulders drop from their stance and glanced around, remembering. He turned back to the ground and began walking again, staring concsiously at his feet as they skimmed the ground. "Hey, baby, you looking for some fun?" He turned to see a woman, a poor and rundown hooker, smiling at him with a broken grin. He rolled his eyes and walked away, then once he was far enough, he began to breathe again. He had held his breathe, noticing the smell in the first place and feeling a sense of want. Of need. Not for hunger, but just for that feeling again. The feeling of sucking the life out of something that was struggling, and didn't want their life drawn. He shook his head and groaned, kicking the ground. "Damn it! No!" He huffed and raised his hands to his hair, pulling and tugging on it furiously. You are not like this, Galient, he thought. You're not an evil person.
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