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 4, 2009 15:11:14 GMT -8
It was twilight; about 5:30 pm when Ophelia decided to walk through the craggy wood surrounding her small cottage. She always thought forests were beautiful, this one especially. The roots on the ground entwined themselves in nearby trees. Ivy covered the branches of the trees. Willow, maple, oak, and all other sorts of greenery inhabited this woodland.
Ophelia stepped carefully between the large roots of a gigantic oak tree in the middle of the wood. True, it might have been daylight, but it was cloudy out. She had missed the light of day so dearly. Even if there was no sun, at least she could go out in the earlier hours with clouds in the sky. She had pulled her silvery blonde hair into a half pony tail and was wearing a long, wine violet, velvet dress, along with a charcoal waist length cape. She felt very renaissance-like today; very fairy-like. So much so, she wasn't wearing shoes. Luckily, not many twigs littered the ground as she walked.
It's so quiet, she thought to herself, so calming. Why couldn't I be born in the medieval period? It seems so enchanting. Ophelia looked up through the green canopy to see the clouds turning pink and purple. A small smile crossed her lips as she did so. Leaning against a nearby tree, she looked up through the branches. It was a thick, strong willow tree with well formed branches. In one bound, Ophelia leaped up to a fairly comfortable branch and leaned against the trunk. She pulled one knee close and let the other leg dangle off the branch, swinging it slightly. Breezes slipped through the forest as Ophelia's mind traveled back through her memories, leaning her head against the trunk. She wasn't paying attention, she was only lost in her thoughts.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 5, 2009 7:13:17 GMT -8
Galient realized someone was there. There, in his territory. Well, he liked to call it his territory although it really wasn't. He looked over to his left and there was nothing. To his right, he saw that girl he had seen in the park. Ophelia. Not her again, he muttered to himself as he stood up behind the tree trunk he was sitting on. He didn't want her to notice him. He was in his mode now. He needn't anything to stop him. Not one thing in the world could stop him from destroying this forbidden creature of the night.
He stepped out a bit further, to finally see his target, and that was when his feelings and emotions trembled into happiness. He couldn't realize why he was happy about seeing Ophelia. Then he figured, it must be because I'm seeing her again. Yes, that was why. No other reason for it. His hopes had run dry, and now he couldn't even look at Ophelia; he was so ashamed that he had wanted to kill her. She had semi-trusted him. He had left her alive. She had showed him the way back to the city. What was so wrong with him that he wanted to kill her so badly that he was going insane about it?
He decided to take the chance of looking at her again. He stared intently at her. He shook his head as he walked towards her. Maybe something is wrong with her, he thought quietly. He tilted his head to the left, as if to take a better look at her face. Her eyes were open, but she wasn't noticing him. Either that or she was ignoring him, which was likely. He sighed and sat down in front of her. Trying not be noticed, he did so very quietly and he stared at her until she would notice him in front of her.
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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 5, 2009 16:27:30 GMT -8
Memories drifted by Ophelia. In her past the thing that hurt her the most was not being murdered, but the loneliness. She remembered the sheer pain of being alone and in mourning. She hated the feeling, yet it was all she had known for about a hundred and thirty-years now. Tears welled in her eyes as she closed them, trying to stop them from rolling down her milk colored cheeks. She failed and they fell to her skin and made a small snuffly noise.
When she reopened her eyes, there he was, sitting on a log, watching her intently. Ophelia quickly wiped away the tears and said in a soft voice, "How long have you been sitting there?" Ophelia blushed. She felt so vulnerable when she was cried. It was far worse now; not only was she crying in front of someone else, but in front of a hunter. Oh joy...now I'm going to get all kinds of grief for showing one insignificant sign of emotion and weakness. Thoughts of regret went spinning through her head. You make me wish I had never come here. I wish you'd leave me be. She didn't mean the thoughts in her head. Ophelia was so tired of being alone. Even though, does death itself, mean being alone?
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 5, 2009 17:01:20 GMT -8
He felt insecure, like he shouldn't have been sitting there, watching her. But on the other hand, he felt like he should've been there to comfort her. He sighed and scooted himself over to her side.
"I have only been sitting here for the past 10 minutes. Not that long, I presume. What is the matter?" He asked, concerned for her. He may be a hunter, but that didn't make him heartless. He wanted to wipe that one tear on her cheek away, but he kept that action to himself. He didn't want to scare her off, not just yet.
She suddenly reminded him of a memory that had been long forgotten in his past. His little sister, alone in the woods. She had been crying because her dog had died. Galient had gone to comfort because he had always been the thoughtful one in the family. He'd learned so much about his little sister that night. He'd learned that she'd always been afraid of darkness. And death...
He snapped himself back and realized that he was still sitting down with Ophelia. She oddly, looked like Hayley, his sister. Platinum blonde...high cheek bones...pale skin...tall and skinny. Why hadn't he noticed these things before? He'd probably been too interested in what she was rather than how she looked. He felt a confused look cross his face as he studied Ophelia's features.
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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 5, 2009 17:24:16 GMT -8
"Um..." she blushed even more so for his concern. "It's nothing." Her voice was shaky. Why was he staring at her so much? Is there something other than tears on my face? Is my make-up askew?? What the hell are you looking at? She was starting to get rather uncomfortable with all of these stares he was giving her.
"Mind telling me what you're staring at?" That was one of Ophelia's main pet peeves. She hated being stared at, which was very silly considering the way she looked. Anyone with such an odd wardrobe and platinum blonde hair was usually stared at often. She didn't mind when she was alive, it came with the territory of performing. Yet, she hadn't performed since three years before when she was still living in New York. She turned her head and tilted it slightly, staring straight back into Galient's eyes.
Ophelia suddenly decided to dispute with herself in her head. Well, at least you're thoughtful. At least you're not heartless...you're a rather strange hunter, aren't you? To have such interest in the one you're hunting. Yet, not wanting to kill her? What's wrong with you, Galient? Further more, what's wrong with me? She had to admit, she felt her dead heart give a small jolt. What's wrong with me?
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 5, 2009 20:39:51 GMT -8
He staggered at her question, feeling a bit awkward staring at her pale face. Maybe he shouldn't have been staring so intently. Galient cleared his throat.
"Nothing. Just..." He didn't feel comfortable talking about his family. With anyone, let alone Ophelia, "You look like someone I kno--" He caught himself on the last word, changing it to past tense, "someone I knew." He swallowed his pain enduringly and looked away from Ophelia, figuring that she probably wanted him to stop.
He had another memory invade his thoughts. One that was of his first time talking to a girl. He couldn't even remember her name. She had been something incredibly important to him then, but now just seemed like a stupid crush. He was sitting next to her on a park bench. She smiled as he sat down and told an old joke that his father had told him. He had been dork, he admitted, but he learned charm along the way of his childhood. The girl, suddenly standing up to walk away to her mother across the park, kissed Galient on the forehead, and this suprised him. He'd earlier counted it as his first kiss. Now, it seemed, as if he had been an ignorant child who searched for attention.
He brought himself unwillingly and saw the soggy ground beneath him. He sighed and could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as he thought of his family. His mother, who he missed so terribly it sent an unbearable aching through his chest. Her face appeared in his mind, her dark hair curling around her cheekbones, her bright blue eyes fixated on Galient. He could feel more tears coming but he shooed them away with the back of his hand. He didn't want to look like a fool, a crybaby in front of Ophelia. In front of anyone for that matter. He'd never had this problem before. Why now? What was it about Dawson that brought out Galient's soft and weak side?
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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 5, 2009 21:10:28 GMT -8
Ophelia felt her heart break. She could tell on the look on his face he was thinking about something in his past. Her eyes filled with concern. She didn't want to pry, she felt it wasn't right to try to get at someone's past when she just met them. Someone you used to know? Used to. Possibly dead? She could relate to this. The last day she saw her family was her wedding day. They wrote letters, sent photos. Ophelia still had all of them in fact. But it wouldn't be the same as holding her sisters...her brother, her mother and father. Just not the same.
Wishing she had the nerve to reach out and rub his back, she just sat and watched him. Guilt just spread over her. So, with the most courage as she could muster, and hoped she didn't get snapped at or attacked, she reached out to him and spread a small hand over his back breifly. While pulling her hand away, she whispered, "You could change the subject..." a small smile spread over her lips, "Tears are never a good way to start a vist." There she was, acting human again. How silly...but it was really the only thing she had left of her past besides her violin.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 5, 2009 21:26:34 GMT -8
He cradled his head against his knees that he propped next to one another in front of him. He took a deep breath and could feel the warmth that formed on his back from where Ophelia had patted his back. He sighed roughly, his voice shaky. He closed his eyes. He remembered no more memories while he sat there fortunetly. He could feel the pain in his chest growing more silent as the time passed. He'd only cried five tears. He'd counted as he wiped them from his cheeks. He decided that he probably shouldn't look at Ophelia, best to keep his eyes closed. But he looked anyway, longing for a friend to speak to.
"Um," He said, sniffling away the rest of his sadness, "I suppose you know about death." He said, breathing a humorless laugh. He looked at her again and saw that she still resembled his sister. He stiffled more tears. He did wnat to change the subject, yet he wanted to talk about what had happened to him. With anybody, even if it was a vampire. He smiled at her and could feel the aching in his chest again. He missed his family, it had been 10 years and he still hadn't gotten over them. Who could? he thought. No one. Family was everything to Galient and it was ripped away from him. How was he expected to live with a debt such as that? He was still looking at Ophelia and noticed that she was blushing. Odd, he thought, vampires usually don't blush. Nonetheless, he turned away, still smiling quaintly. Then it dissapeared as he looked into the shade that his arms and legs made beneath him.
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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 5, 2009 21:39:07 GMT -8
Her smile faded a tad, but still was propped up on her soft, pink lips. She made a small giggle and responded, "You could say that." The smile faded as she grew silent thinking about her own family and how she wished she had more than letters and photos. "Sometimes I wished that I had stayed dead though." Ophelia let out a small sigh and continued, "Eternity is hell. Especially when you're forced to hurt people to continue on in it. Even if it means being on order for monthly medical blood packs...that blood came from somewhere."
She didn't mean to end her sentance so awkwardly. If there was a word to describe Ophelia it would be awkward. "Well...this is what I'm stuck with...the only things holding me to this world is finding the one who killed me...and music." She thought it might be a good start to a conversation. Maybe at least. Come on, she thought, it's better to say something about it than bottling it up. Otherwise, you might do something you'll regret. She gave another very small smile, attempting to be encouraging. She was more at ease than their first visit. Perhaps this would end well...perhaps not. Ophelia just wanted to make sure that he was at least decent, rather than miserable.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 5, 2009 21:50:29 GMT -8
Galient grew confused at her words; didn't vampires like pain? Not to themselves, but to other people? This was odd. He shifted his weight and felt a sharp pain in his back pocket. He remembered that he'd brought a knife this time when he went out. He had felt protected, now he felt foolish. He shifted again so the pain was endurable, unlike the pain in his chest.
"Everyone has or had a family. I'm certain you did. Well, so did I...and you remind me of my little sister. She was a bit younger than you the last time I...' He trailed off, knowing if he dared go further, the water works would come back. "So, when you left your family...when you were probably forced to, I'm guessing, you missed them a lot. It's not much different for me. But, instead of myslef being killed, my family was...."
Galient knew when he was making things uncomfortable. He looked up at Ophelia again and smiled back at her the best smile he could endure at the moment. He looked down at her hand and felt the urge to hold it, like he used to hold his mother's when he was scared or sad. It wouldn't be the same, it would be colder, but it would be something more comforting than sitting by himself. He reached his hand out halfway, hoping that she woudn't notice, and then decided to drop it slowly onto the ground. He knew she wouldn't like the gesture, so he felt as if he shouldn't try. He felt his smile falter a bit, but he then blinked and another tear washed out of his eye.
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