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 May 28, 2009 11:43:20 GMT -8
"I know...rather strange creature aren't I?" she said pulling him to his feet. "By the way, I'm pretty sure there's a small inn at the corner of Main Street and Pine, you could stay there until you find your vamp." She added, realizing she hadn't yet let go of his hand. Ophelia retracted it quickly and slid it back into the pocket of her coat. What the hell is with this person? She started to ramble on in her head. He's completly controdicting himself. I knew he wasn't lying when he said he wanted to be friends, but still why would a hunter befriend the hunted? It makes no sense whatsoever. I'll just have to keep my guard up. She was spacing out for a second or so then snapped back to reality. The werewolf was still behind her, watching rather awkwardly she imagined and decided it was best she skidaddled back to the cottage.
"I think I best be going now." She blurted out, trying not to be awkward and failing miserably. Not only that, the thirst was finally catching up to her and she needed to get going before she did something she'd regret. "Farewell...Galient." She said before turning back to the werewolf and giving her a small piece of paper with her phone number on it. "Just in case you wish to hear me play again or for anything else you can think of." And with that Ophelia picked up her violin case from the bench and slinked up the cobblestone path to the road. The mist ingulfed her body until the only trace of her was the clicking sound of her boot heels on the stone path.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on May 28, 2009 12:06:34 GMT -8
As if by magic, she dissappeared into the fog. Galient sighed, he at least knew where to get to now. Perhaps he would stroll by that place by the hotel he had stayed at the night before. 'The Lounge', it was called. He raised one eyebrow at the Werewolf and gave a slight nod, as if he had a hat on his head that he was tipping. He broadened his shoulders and silently walked along the pavement.
He couldn't hear the footsteps of Ophelia any longer, it was silent besides his own breathing and footsteps. He quickened his pace, knowing that if he stayed out any much longer without any protection, he could be in trouble. He didn't want to run, though. That would draw attention, he thought. But, strolling in the park late at night also drew attention, he fought with himself. He began to whistle a familiar tune that he had sung when he was on his own for long periods of time. 'Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd. Not your typical folk song that you would whistle, but it was soothing to him. His brother had liked Pink Floyd. He then realized he was dozing off and snapped back because he had run into another lamp post. He noticed the streaming lights down the road. He was almost back to the hotel. The Vampire was right, he thought, perhaps some Vampires can be trusted. He smiled to himself as he decided to go wild at this lamp post. He rubbed his head and felt a small bump. He laughed once, "Clumsy me." He spoke quietly to himself, and he knelt down, ready for his final run to the hotel. He needed some kind of challenge, he hadn't been competing in Martial Arts competitions for awhile, and he decided that this was the best way he could get the best excercise.
He checked his watch and set the timer, and looking forward to make sure nothing was going to stop him, he pressed the 'start' button and sped off on the balls of his feet toward the brightly lit hotel. He felt the breeze getting caught in his hair, the breathing in his lungs getting heavier, but he didn't slow down. He had been the fastest of his class when he was in Track when he was 14. He had never slowed down, not one race had he not been in the top three. They had come up with the nick-name 'Flash'. It never caught on, considering that there was a superhero already named that, he thought it wasn't politically correct to call him something that was a million times faster. He was a smart kid, he had to admit.
He jogged his last few steps as he slowed to a stop by the front hotel doors. He stopped the watch and checked the time: 00:55.06. It wasn't a bad time, but not his best. He had only ran a little under a mile. He was breathing deeply as he opened the door to the hotel, and that's when he saw the beautiful creature that he had followed. It was no Ophelia, because he could see the blonde curls bouncing as the walked into the elevator. He squeezed the watch in his hands and growled. I can't deal with this, he said inwordly. Then, suddenly, he left without so much as another glance at the blonde creature.
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