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 Jun 2, 2009 17:39:31 GMT -8
"Hmm..." She knew who he was speaking of. Galient, who was a hunter of vampires, but only one vampire in particular really. He had an interest in Ophelia. Not the kind where he wants to find your weak spots. Like an honest wanting to get to know you interest. He was intruging for that reason. Ophelia knew he wasn't lying because it was easy to tell when anyone was doing so towards her.
For his protection, she answered "I'm afraid not." This is only till I can find out why he's so interested. "What other strange things?" Ophelia made a silent prayer in her head that the hunter hadn't followed her from New York. When she visited there last, she was nearly killed. She knew the other hunter wasn't from New York, he didn't smell like the city. He smelled more like sea air and the forest. "How many other races are there here? I met a young werewolf this evening...is there a pack here as well?" She didn't mean to be so questioning. It was in her nature to be inquizitive. Ophelia would seek all the knowledge in the world if she could handle it. However, the mysteries of the Earth are what intruige her the most. What is going on in this little town?
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Ricky Andolf Absinthe
Living is for over-achievers, I prefer to under-achieve, as should the rest...
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Post by Ricky Andolf Absinthe on Jun 2, 2009 17:54:39 GMT -8
He nodded solemnly, not getting anymore information about the 'running man'. He snickered to himself. Running man, the famous dance move. How funny, thought. He then realized her question about the werewolf pack here in Dawson. He wasn't sure about it, but he sensed a couple of werewolves everyday, which was good enough for him to say that there was a pack here.
"Yes, I suppose there is a pack here. I wouldn't be too sure who they might be, but they're here. I can smell them all the time. But, I'm surprised that you're still alive. You met a werewolf? How...troublesome. Did you have to..." He trailed off, not wanting to accuse any living beings of unwanted ohysical contact, even if they were sworn enemies to himself. He wasn't a racist, as he would call himself. He understood, or at least tried to understand, other beings unlike himself. But from what he had known of werewolves, they were a bit tentative and aggresive. He wasn't entirely sure he could trust them.
Then again, he thought, if Ophelia lived through an encounter with a werewolf...then wouldn't she.... No, of course not, he argued with himself, she coudn't be a 'double agent'. No such thing. Vampires hated werewolves, and so on, etc, etc, etc. He stopped himself right there and tried to change the subject with himself.
"Other things that I have witnessed are maybe a," He cleared his throat and nodded toward the instrument, "violin. I'm guessing you had something to do with it. Another thing was that the humans here...they're getting more dumb-founded and careless by the minute. They're trusting people they hardly know. It's...weird," He stopped, feeling that he was rambling again and that the fact was that that was all he had seen the past few days. He sighed instinctively and shuffled his feet awkwardly below him on the soft, dark soil.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
Madam of the Underworld
Can I trust you? But I don't want to...
Posts: 240
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 2, 2009 18:04:29 GMT -8
"No. I didn't hurt her. My policies are simple. You do nothing to me, I do nothing to you. I was playing too loudly in the park and she came to investigate because she liked my music. Nothing more, we exchanged some words but she ran off because of something...I don't know." She crossed her arms and put all her weight on her left leg. "Humans are always like that, that's what makes them human. They're some what like naive children."
I kind of figured there was a pack here, she thought to herself. Where there's one werewolf, there are several. The wind picked up and blew her hair forward. She tucked a piece of her mane and tucked it behind her right ear. "Well, at least I know this place is safer than the city...I don't know how much longer I would've lasted there." Her voice trailed off on to the wind, her mother always described it as slivery more than anything else. And gold when she sang. Ophelia gave a soft smile, "Thank you for telling me...Ricky."
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Ricky Andolf Absinthe
Living is for over-achievers, I prefer to under-achieve, as should the rest...
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Post by Ricky Andolf Absinthe on Jun 2, 2009 18:27:32 GMT -8
He bobbed his head up. Gangster-like, he thought to himself. He smiled and caught a wack of her hair in his face, he smacked it away and sput out the remaining hair. He growled silently. How much he hated long hair should've been illegal, when it was on guys anyway. On girls it was lovely, but with Ophelia and her hair smacking into his face, he remembered his own hair when he doesn't gel it down.
"You're welcome," He sad politely, "Maybe, someday, I could show you around town? You're new and you might need an escort. I also know a few good...'resturaunts'." He said, winking at her, trying to make the amusement clear. He struggled to find the words, but soon found them. He hadn't wanted to ask these questions, but he did.
"What was the...werewolf's name? I would like to know so that I could possibly say hello...or steer clear. Speaking of which," He added, "Have you noticed a seventeen-year-old looking vampire with dark brown hair, tall and slim? I'm hoping you have. She's my sister, been gone all night. I'm worried. There's at least one hunter here, I believe. I'm not sure if they're girl or boy, but they just got here, that's for sure." He swallowed loudly, still worried about Rori and waiting for her to return was mind-boggling. He had no word for it besides that. He couldn't help but ask Ophelia if she'd seen her, whether or not she had, at least he tried. That was all that mattered now. Trying...
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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 Jun 2, 2009 18:40:05 GMT -8
She snickered to herself. Seriously, kid? She thought. Rather bold aren't you? "Perhaps..." she said not really keen on taking him up on his offer. Usually, she avoided anyone who had that kind of interest in her. She was scared of it ever since her death. She was unsure if her husband or her lover was her killer. However, she was wary of any sort of affectionate emotions. Reverting to his other question, she responded: "Unfortunatly, I didn't catch it. But she had bright, beautiful red hair, she seem slightly torn for speaking to me though...going against her code of conduct maybe..."
"I'm afraid I haven't...I'm sorry." Ophelia knew how that was, her sisters went galavanting off to parties all the time when they were alive. She was the most responcible child in the Van Koehn family. "If she's the bold type, she might be at a club, you never know..." she smiled sweetly, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her peacoat. "My sisters used to go running off to parties all the time...being the older sisters of a somewhat famous musician got them a lot of attention. They kind of took advantage of my reputation though." Ophelia didn't mean to boast, but it's true...or it was true.
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Ricky Andolf Absinthe
Living is for over-achievers, I prefer to under-achieve, as should the rest...
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Post by Ricky Andolf Absinthe on Jun 2, 2009 18:56:44 GMT -8
He shook his head, wary of his own sister's actions. She'd been too careless lately. He should keep a more watchful eye on her. He wasn't being a good brother. And although he was older than Rori, they were still seventeen. Well, close anyway. They'd been vampires since they were seventeen. He was the age of 24 now. Happy Birthday, he said to himself. He grimaced, now noticing how foolish he must've been for trying to boast himself and ask for a date with Ophelia. Of course she would say no, or nothing at all. He was ignorant for trying, but he was a flirt, nonetheless. He couldn't help himself that much. If he wanted someone, he plunged and woudn't come back until he got what he wanted. That was also the case here, only he tried to be more gentle. More timid with Ophelia.
"Your sisters sound...outgoing." It wasn't what he meant to say, but it was more galant. He didn't want to seem rude on the first impression. That was always his fear...messing up something he wanted so badly. Ophelia wasn't quite his type, but she was vampire, and she was beautiful. If he felt he wanted Ophelia, then Ophelia was the one he was after. He smiled a charmingly handsome smile and stepped forward to her. He was taller than her, although she seemed older in human years. He swifted a hand through his hair lightly and settled his paml onto the side of his jeans, torn from weariness.
"And 'perhaps' wasn't exactly the answer I was looking for..." He pressed, he knew that this had always worked on other girls. Maybe it would work on Ophelia, too, he hoped.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
Madam of the Underworld
Can I trust you? But I don't want to...
Posts: 240
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 2, 2009 19:18:02 GMT -8
Ophelia smiled sheepishly, "They were indeed...I was shy compared to them, back then at least. Now, if my sisters were alive, they'd probably call me anti-soc-" while she was rambling he slid his fingers through her silvery hair. Her cheeks flushed. The words he spoke lingered in her mind for a moment. You can't be serious. I'm not that good looking kid...nor am I that interesting. She closed her eyes and took a step back from him, freeing her main from his fingers. Your charms don't work on me kid, no one's do. Besides, I'm too old for you. Ophelia was only nineteen when her life was stolen from her. Being from the Victorian period, her full age was around a 148 years or so.
"Sorry kid, I'm a tad too old for you..." she responded, in a cool voice. Ophelia threw him a look of contempt. If that's what you're after kid, go find some girl your own age. "Besides...I'm certainly not your type..." It was true, she wasn't. Ricky seemed like the sort of person who wanted someone who was rather flamboient and bold. Not quiet, sad Ophelia. In another graceful move, she turned her back on Ricky and jumped back on to the pourch. I think you should take that as a no.
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Ricky Andolf Absinthe
Living is for over-achievers, I prefer to under-achieve, as should the rest...
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Post by Ricky Andolf Absinthe on Jun 2, 2009 19:38:55 GMT -8
Ricky's eyes sharpened as his gaze followed Ophelia's jump to the porch. He could've taken the gesture seriously, sure he could've, but that would've made this adventure less fun. This was Ricky's bad side, the side humans would fear, the side ALL people would fear for that matter. This wasn't a good side of Ricky. This was his determined, blod, exotic, and aggressive side. When he wanted something, he brought out this side. Whether it was for a relationship...or for a meal. This side was not the true side of Ricky, and only one person had seen this side of Ricky and lived. Rori.
Ricky ran past Ophelia onto the porch and stood in front of her so she coudn't pass. He smiled grimly as he looked at her eyes. He sighed roughly and placed his fingers in her hair again. How he loved that color of her hair, so silvery. He played with it, twirled it in his fingers, and brushed it with his fingers. His good side, the smaller personality at the moment, hoped that Ricky wouldn't do anything drastic. He hoped that Ophelia would shoo Ricky's bad side off before anything good Ricky would get blamed for. Oh, he hated that part of the deal. Sure, he got what he wanted in the end, but he felt that guilt on good Ricky's back at all times because of what he did to get what he wanted.
Determined Ricky blinked slowly and stared intently into Ophelia's eyes, and feeling the strength within himself, he leaned forward and placed a small and insignificent kiss on her forhead.
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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 Jun 2, 2009 19:53:46 GMT -8
"I wouldn't do that if I were you..." Ophelia whispered in a menacing voice. This was the most anyone dared touch her since she had died. She may have blushed as he kissed her forehead, but Ophelia was not the touchy-feely type. Not anymore at least. As soon as his lips touched her skin, she leaned back, rocking on her heels and jumped back on to the pourch railing. Grabbing her violin and bow, she sprang back up to the roof and zoomed back to the other side of her cottage.
Once she was inside the house, she rushed about locking every door and window. When her task was finished she slumped back on her couch. "TAKE A HINT!!" She yelled. Bianca, her coffee-colored cat, meowed in agreement. Ophelia really hoped he would take the hint and leave. She wasn't about to get into a relationship with someone who lets their bad side run rampid...or at least she assumed it was his bad side. If that was his good side, I hate to see his bad side. I'm not into egotists...it reminds me too much of that bastard. With that Ophelia got up, picked up her new electric violin, plugged into the amp and started to slid her bow across the strings. Her music flooding the house.
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Ricky Andolf Absinthe
Living is for over-achievers, I prefer to under-achieve, as should the rest...
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Post by Ricky Andolf Absinthe on Jun 2, 2009 20:02:48 GMT -8
Ricky stood outside of the house, beating himself up for trying to make himself seem better than he was. He was foolish, and stubborn, and arrogant...the list could go on. He shook his head, not to Ophelia's reaction, but to himself for acting in such a horrible manner. He closed his eyes and try to be rid of the remaining pieces of his bad side.
Why the hell would someone do that? he thought angrily to himself, as if his bad side were alive. He thought he was going nuts. He started to see things all the time now, of his past life. Maybe he was beginning to really know what it felt like to be a vampire. He finally new why other vampires were so compassionate and serious. It was because they had no time to figure out how to have fun, they were all too busy trying to keep control of themselves.
Or is it just me? he scrambled in his head, and then his hands were clamped on his head, trying to calm his headache. He knew he needed to calm himself, to try and feed again, or find Rori so that he didn't have one more thig to worry about. He shook his head violently.
"I'm sorry!" He yelled from outside the house on the porch and ran off to go find his sister, the one who could possibly help him stop this madness.
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