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Post by Chance on Dec 27, 2009 2:55:56 GMT -5
A few miles back a road sign read Ravenblack city. Then again I picked places I had never heard of. Never heard of and didn’t care just so long as I wasn’t recognized. A different city, hell it didn’t really matter anyway cause I wasn’t planning on staying long enough for anyone to get to know me was I. From what I could tell this wasn’t the best side of town, didn’t matter the city. They were all basically the same, you had your snob section, the slums, the middle class, the heart of town and always and I do mean always, you had the back streets. “Pops called these streets the red light district”. That’s where a man could find anything that he wanted that regular people either didn’t talk about or snuck around and did. They didn’t talk, I didn’t say they didn’t whisper and I listened. Turned out to be a good thing to.
If I could find a cheap motel I could get some rest and clear my head. I might even be able to hustle some money tomorrow. Maybe tonight if I played my cards right. You learn to sink or swim when thrown into the water, and I’ll be damned if I sink. Sure I had done some stuff I wasn’t proud of but I guess a lot of us had. Didn’t think it would become a habit, hell I didn’t want to “think” about any of it.
Vacancy the red flashing sign missing a few letters had wanted to say. It read V_ca__y instead, yep there was a affordable room waiting with my name on it. Hourly, daily or by the week the greasy manager told me. I had enough money in my pocket for a night and he didn’t hesitate or look up as he counted out my loot and then tossed me the room key. A faded eight on the cheap plastic keychain told me my room number cause he was to busy with the Hustler magazine.
I stuffed the key in my jacket and headed on back down the block to the local neighborhood carry out. They were all the same to, same late nite food, death dogs with relish and mustard and I was broke. I ate while I was walking back to my room. Watching the same older model car and the man in it circle the block before I could finish the last bite of my breakfast, lunch and dinner. He pulled the land yacht over a little ahead of me and I knew I what was up, some fast cash.
I blacked the whole thing out like usual and stuffed my meager earnings deep in my jeans pocket. A couple more like him and I would have enough for a ticket out of here or rent for another couple nites at the sleaze and go. I was so freaking tired. I sat down there where he had dropped me off and stared at the curb between my knees. I had to do something but my brain was numb and my body fatigued.
Sink or swim Chance boy, man up I told myself. Hoping that if the right one came along I could get some sleep tonight. Had to make that money.
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Post by Adair Noble on Dec 27, 2009 3:17:23 GMT -5
There were several different ways that a vampire could hunt. They could be swift and deadly, or they could play with their prey. They could be cruel or kind—it really depended on the vampire’s personality, or their given mood at the time. Adair... well she liked to lure her food. Liked to have them think they were going to get something from her, before she swiftly stole their life from them. It was a high price for a little beauty. But she always made sure they felt no pain. Unless, of course, they were scumbags who deserved to feel pain.
Lately, however, Adair had grown bored of her regular hunting schedule. She decided, just once, that she’d like to get to know her prey. Stalk them for the majority of the night—find out what they did, who they were, before she took their life. The guy she’d picked tonight was middle-aged and relatively greasy. He didn’t look as if he had any friends or family. He was a businessman, though by the way he dressed, in his worn suit, it didn’t look as if he were successful in any way. She found him at a little motel called ‘The Olympiad’. He was having a few drinks at the bar, conversing with another middle-aged man who looked to be of the same calibre. From her booth not too far from the bar, Adair could hear bits and pieces of their conversation. She was disgusted with what she heard. Something to do with children, pornography, and the internet. This was how these sleaze bags earned their money.
Adair followed her man from the bar to his car. She’d been in this city long enough that she knew all the backstreets, and all the shortcuts. It was a tedious task, but she was able to follow that older model car to its destination—where it circled a block several times before picking up a rather healthy, pretty looking young human. Adair watched from the shadows—she didn’t know what was happening inside the car, and at first she suspected that the young man was somehow involved in the older man’s business deal. But when he emerged from the car with a wad of cash, she assumed otherwise.
Urgh.
As the car drove away, Adair followed it down an alley and, as it rounded the next corner, she jumped out in front of it. The car didn’t hit her hard, but it did hit her. She fell the bitumen and played dead. To begin with, Adair wondered whether the man would drive away and leave her where she was. He didn’t. He got out and circled the car to come and check on her. She took that opportunity to reach up, grasp his neck, draw him closer to her so that she could sink her fangs into his main artery. Within five minutes he was dead.
Adair pushed herself up off the ground and relieved the man of his wallet and all his valuable belongings. Upon opening the wallet, she found a considerable stash of money. She smirked, took the money and dropped the wallet onto the man’s unmoving corpse.
Her heels clicked on the pavement as she made her way back around the corner. Her floral summer dress fluttered in the light breeze, though a pale yellow cardigan clung to her torso. When she rounded the corner, she could still see the pretty young man sitting on a curb in the distance. She fingered the cash in her hand, perked a brow, and headed toward him.
When she reached him, she dropped the wad of cash into his lap.
“A present, from your friend.” She said, voice clear and bell-like. Her eyes, one blue and one a hazel-green, glittered with amusement while her mouth twisted into a smile.
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Chance
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Post by Chance on Dec 27, 2009 19:16:37 GMT -5
Strange how events play out in life or at least that had been my thought process while sitting there. My body and mind both road weary and tired. Odd again how this train of thought would continue to hold true when a roll of cash dropped in my lap, followed by the sound of a melodic feminine voice.
I must have been drifting, daydreaming maybe.
But no, this wasn’t the case at all.
I was wide awake and acutely aware of where the voice had come from.
Lifting my head while rising back up to my feet I was more than curious to meet my generous but yet to be seen benefactor. I couldn’t begin to describe the sensations that coursed through me when my eyes first locked onto hers. She was beautiful in every sense of the word and I was lost in the peace I had found in those unique lucid portals of hazel and blue.
But I had to snap out of it, had to keep a low profile, had to think. People don’t just give away something for nothing. I examined her fine features closer and allowed the tone as well as her words to roll around in my thoughts.
By all appearances she was definitely out of place in this low rent part of Ravenblack . “My friend”…It hit me like a ton of bricks.
The undertow in her smile was a certain kind of pleasure that had nothing to do with me. A type of self-fulfillment I understood…the familiar look of winning for the sake of sport. My gut tried to warn me that something else was concealed there behind her polished perfection and it had flashed for a moment. To fast for me to get a grasp on it, but it had been there.
Instincts, warnings, that gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach. I ignored them all…
“I’m sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else.” I couldn’t help but grin as I attempted to hand back the cash. “See I just got into town and…” I couldn’t believe I was stumbling over my words. Deep down I almost knew without a doubt that she had meant the money for me. Why was a lingering question of course. But more importantly I needed to know who this woman was that could hold me in place with a simple gaze and a few brief words.
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Post by Adair Noble on Dec 27, 2009 23:36:13 GMT -5
Oh yes, indeed.
Adair’s smile broadened as the pretty boy raised his eyes and stood. His eyes were of a deep blue; not a bright blue, not the kind that immediately drew one’s attention, nor of a dark, inconsequential blue—they were a gray-blue, unassuming and, in their own way, entirely innocent. And when he came to his full height, he stood a head above Adair.
Although upon approaching him, Adair had planned only to hand him the cash and leave, there was something about this one that kept her rooted to the spot. It was the same kind of craving she’d felt when she’d witnessed Kabel on the street corner, strumming away at his guitar. He looked so lonesome, even though there was a crowd surrounding him. But this one—there was no crowd surrounding him, and he definitely looked lonesome, and lost. Adair wanted to help him, to keep him, to know more about him. To know how he tasted.
She thought that perhaps he might be Italian—his dark hair and olive skin made him look as if he had Italian heritage. But when he spoke, he had a distinct American twang. It was not disappointing. It was just intriguing.
Adair cocked her head to the side as she contemplated the guy, pushing the wad of cash back toward him, refusing to take it back from him.
“No, no. I’m certain I have the right person. You... got into his car only a few minutes ago. You’re too...” she was going to say ‘pretty’, but adjusted her words. Men didn’t like being called ‘pretty’, “...handsome, to be degraded in such a way.” She finally concluded.
She took a small, inconspicuous step closer to him, gaze falling from his lovely eyes to the nape of his neck; she was already scheming, already wondering which room she should give him in the house, already wondering what Kabel would make of the new member of the ‘family’. She’d reverted back to her old antics. She needed to seduce this one, needed to make him feel as if he were safe, or as if he wanted her even though he was unsure of her intentions. And then she would catch him by surprise, and he would be far too gone to care.
Again, she glanced up to catch his gaze, batting her long lashes once as she assumed a mask of serenity.
“My name’s Adair...” She said, trailing off and arching a brow; obviously waiting for him to offer his own name.
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Post by Chance on Dec 28, 2009 18:39:02 GMT -5
“Chance…” my mind was clouded, everything about her seemed to draw me in, Adair, “My name…it’s Chance.”
I skipped over the embarrassment that she had known my recent transgressions without much thought.
Choosing instead to bask in eyes that trailed over me, the finely sculpted features of her face and the crisp clean british accent that reverberated still yet in my thoughts.
Drawn in was perhaps was not descriptive enough.
My muted conscience screamed out to me but to no avail. I felt as I did that morning, with the weight of the dispensed pistol in my hand and the rush of what I had done coursing through me. A part of me knew then the same as now, that indescribable charge of electricity.
Speaking with this woman meant that I was walking on that same razors edge.
There was a dangerous air underneath her well polished façade, and the forewarnings of this didn’t stop.
I simply quit listening to there weak ranting.
After what had felt like an eternity I found my voice, “It’s nice to meet you Adair…and you are far to generous.” I was slowly starting to come back to myself, “It just wouldn’t be right for me to take money from a lady.” I said with a slight shake of my head, more to clear it than anything else. The half cocked goofy grin still plastered on my face.
“I mean I’d gladly work for it, I’m a pretty decent handyman…” But even as I spoke I knew I couldn’t stay in one place for long, “It’s just that I don’t know how much longer I’ll be in town…” the deep timbre of my voice briefly irregular, haunted by the very words I’d just spoken.
I guessed my soul would never let me find rest again…the devil’s that tormented me were indeed justified.
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Post by Adair Noble on Dec 29, 2009 5:06:46 GMT -5
The pretty boy rambled. Chance. The name suited him, quite well indeed. Adair was going to take a chance on Chance, and she hoped he would not take it badly.
Adair bowed her head and shook it, a laugh shaking her upper body though it remained a silent laugh. She did not know whether he did not understand, or whether he was just too much of a gentleman to let understanding veer him from his ways. She definitely liked that he was a gentleman. It was her aim to accumulate as many gentlemen as she could, or else beat the behaviour into them. Somehow.
"The money isn't mine, so you wouldn't be taking it from me." She retorted. She could have retaliated by telling him that she was no 'lady', not in the traditional terms. Sure, she kept her appearance manicured and easy-on-the-eyes, but that hardly classified her as a lady. Especially not when considering what she planned to do next.
"But I'd be delighted if you'd stick around. Just for a little while." She told him in a purring, pleading way; as if she were asking, and enquiring whether he might, just for her. But of course she was not asking. Far from it. She intended to give him a solid reason to stay. And she'd give him a place to stay, too, just to sweeten the deal.
Once more she lifted her feminine eyes to his face, at the same time as reaching a slender hand forward to curl around his neck, her fingers sliding amongst the inky strands of his hair. She pushed herself up onto her toes, leaning forward as if she wanted to tell him a secret.
"Now don't you worry, Chance. I won't let you die." She whispered conspiratorially; she used all the charisma she could muster, allowing the stuff to creep invisibly from her, like a psychic force--she hoped it would calm him and comfort him, to keep him from being altogether too startled. And, before he could respond she'd located the main vein in his neck and had sunk her recently elongated canines into the tender flesh.
Adair clung tighter to Chance's neck, her free hand slipping around his waist so that her body was flush against his; it helped to steady herself against him, and kept him from struggling too much if he was that way inclined.
His blood was sweet to taste, and smoothly coated her mouth and slid down her throat; it would have been so easy to devour him whole, to suck him dry so that there was absolutely no hope of recovery. But her hunger to see him as an immortal, to keep him alive and eternally part of herself, was far greater than her hunger for his blood.
She felt his heart slow to an excruciatingly slow pace. She reluctantly pulled away, only to realise that in the heat of the moment the two of them had fallen to the pavement, though Adair remained kneeling beside chance, clinging to his neck.
"Don't you go anywhere, Chance. It's not over yet." she cooed. She reached a sharp-nailed finger to her own neck and flinched, hissed, as she tore a gash near her own throbbing vein. She shuffled closer to Chance, shifting the hair from her neck and removing the cardigan from her shoulder to reveal her porcelain-white bare skin, allowing him full access to the wound.
"You gotta drink it, Chance. Otherwise you'll die." She told him, out of breath and matter-of-factly.
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Post by Chance on Dec 29, 2009 18:31:52 GMT -5
It had happened fast, one minute we were talking and the next I lay there on the cold concrete with Adair beside of me. “You gotta drink it Chance…Otherwise you’ll die.” My vision slipped in and out of focus, with the exception of her lucid countenance and the gash of deep crimson fluid that had began to drip slowly at first onto my face.
“Her blood?”
I tried to turn my head but it was firmly held in place by a pressure on the back of my neck. Adair leaned in closer the flow of her blood now a steady stream. As she leaned in the molten fire of this metallic fluid found its target and ran freely into my open mouth.
I tried in vain not to swallow it.
All it had taken though was that first drink, and the taste changed to that of the sweetest honey…even better…, I recall thinking.
My useless limbs found their strength again. Enough to wrap my arms around her body, my hand held her head and the press of my arm crooked under hers provided me with leverage. It provided me with complete access to her delicate bleeding throat. Where I eagerly lapped at the steady red stream until my lips could seal around the wound. I pulled hard on this yielding flow, drinking as deeply as I could and never wanting to leave the heaven I had finally found there.
“Angels must have really fallen…hell, it’s all true…” I could picture these creatures between the flashes of blinding white pain that hit my body out of nowhere. Their tormented faces mimicked and mocked me. My body contorted into a fetal position and after what could have only been minutes the searing pains ceased.
I wanted to get up, open my eyes, find Adair, ask her what the hell had happened…
My mind was not ready to accept what was obvious…
I slowly opened my eyes to see the sidewalk, getting my bearings back quicker than I had hoped I managed to have my hands and knees on solid ground in no time.
“Adair…”
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Post by Adair Noble on Dec 30, 2009 8:12:42 GMT -5
Adair tensed and frowned when he tried to resist taking her blood; she ought to have expected it. Any person would balk at the thought of drinking blood. Hell, she’d done exactly the same thing when she’d been turned, but she’d been in so much pain that all she wanted was to make it go away. Unfortunately, her heart had never been mended. She’d lost the love of her life that night, and since then she’d been cold toward any man who showed her any kind of affection. She wondered whether she’d ever be able to love in that way again. And it was why she was so ruthless when it came to Chance. Even Kabel hadn’t been given a choice. She failed to comprehend the gravity of the situation.
But as soon as he got a taste for the blood, he drank it. It drained from her veins, tugging at her heart and quickening her pulse, like the pull of the blood dragged at the cogs of the machine that was her vampiric body. To be a vampire was to be, most of the time, without a discernible heartbeat. It was addictive, to be able to feel this. It was like adrenaline. Sweet, sweet adrenaline.
But then the tugging stopped and Adair’s tense limbs relaxed as she slumped, lungs dragging in the air that they did not need as she attempted to regain composure. Her hand rested upon Chance’s shoulder as he squirmed in front of her; his organs were dying, making way for the hard rigidity of a vampire’s body. He didn’t need anything else but his heart, so that it could process the blood.
She stared into the distance as she waited. The two of them were not disturbed. This city could be so completely dead when it wanted to be.
And then he started to shift, and Adair assumed the worst was over. She slowly got to her feet, and held out her hand to her new childe.
“I’m here, Chance.” She said, her voice low and soothing. He had every right to be pissed at her, and she was ready for it. But she’d do all she could to keep him fascinated. This life... it could be loved, and cherished, if one embraced it like she had.
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Post by Chance on Jan 1, 2010 23:19:56 GMT -5
“The only monsters that are real are not in your closet Chance…” a gentle hand stroked my face, “Real monsters only come to take bad people away to hell.” I remembered her voice so clearly, “Even kids too momma?” The sweet smile had never left her face, “No honey, children who are bad go to a place called purgatory…for all of eternity. Now be a good boy, say your prayers and go to sleep.”
Great freakin story to tell a three year old kid who saw someone watching him in the dark. Then again that was when momma had a voice, back before a part of her went into the earth with Maria.
My mind raced with thoughts and my body was flooded with a torrent of sensations. I could only stand there and look at Adair my face full of questions. There was to much happening way to fast. Ghosts I did believe in, people with psychic abilities…sure, why not. But a damn vampire, eh…that was a little harder to swallow. And what was that thudding sound I kept hearing?
‘thump, thump…thump, thump’
“Look, I don’t know what the hell just happened…” I had found my voice again, and started to sidestep around her as I was speaking. I tried to tell myself I would figure it all out later. I just had to get to my room. The motel wasn’t much more than a half a block away, damn…if that sound would stop pounding in my brain I could think. “Hey I won’t say anything ok…I mean it’s cool…I just need to get going now.” I had made it to the opposite side of her and within running distance of the dive I was staying at. As long as my knee held out I might be able to make it.
‘thump, thump…thump, thump’
I only hesitated a second before sprinting. I didn’t want to look back and I didn’t. Something entirely different had slowed my momentum. The sound of a lighter flicking. My eyes shot to where the brief glow had lit up the darkened side of my hotel, I could see the girl standing there puffing on her cigarette. That sound now thundered much like my feet that slapped the asphalt as I ran toward her.
No exchange of words, no thought other than the need to feed.
My next memory was of staring into that dead girls eyes, they were as lifeless as pops’ had been. The corpse dropped from my hold and my hand went to my mouth. Swiping at it I looked in horror at the darkening red stain. Stepping back, I turned not wanting to see the girls body laying there half concealed behind the shrubbery.
Monsters were real…and I was one of them…and so was the pretty petite blonde, Adair, standing there no more than a few feet away from me.
“Explain…” a deep humbled voice poured from my mouth and I searched her eyes in that moment, waiting for some sort of absolution.
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Post by Adair Noble on Jan 2, 2010 22:42:10 GMT -5
Adair just watched him, bemusement evident in her gleaming eyes. There could have been acceptance, or pure anger, fury... disbelief was probably the most common, though. Disbelief, and fear. And Adair was amused because Chance had nothing to fear from her. Not anymore. She could have lost control and killed him without meaning to. His body could have reacted badly to the blood she fed him. But, so far, it seemed the ‘turning’ had gone down without a hitch. But Chance had no idea. And why should he? Not everyone was privy to the procedure of turning a human into a vampire.
But as much as he might try, he couldn’t run away from Adair. If he did, she would find him. They were connected, now. There was a bond between them that could not be broken unless one or both of them went to the hall to do so.
And although she was weak, and although she was slightly hungry again, she knew that her bloodlust would not compare to that of Chance—he was a newborn. He would learn to control it, of course. And Adair would be there to guide him, to make sure he didn’t go completely out of control. He was her responsibility.
As she watched, Chance was deterred from his destination by a human over by the bushes. Adair glanced around quickly, to make sure they were not being watched. He was a fledgling and a scene would not be welcome. He needed quiet and calm. At least for now. And if there was no one around to raise the alarm, all the better. Although, she just may have preferred that there was someone to see them. That way, she could have herself a snack, too. Sadly, there was not.
Slowly, she sauntered toward Chance. He’d been completely overwhelmed by his new, almost animalistic nature. When he pulled away from his now-dead victim, he was surprised, shocked, maybe even as far as horrified. He turned to Adair then, and asked simply that she explain. That voice of his, so low and masculine, forced a proud and distinctive smile to curl Adair’s lips.
She reached up to wipe a smudge of blood away from Chance’s cheek with her thumb, catching his gaze as she did so.
“I have made you a vampire, Chance.” She told him sternly, her proper British accent holding no tone of amusement or jest. This was always the hardest part—trying to get them to believe.
“You will believe me, sooner or later, when you realise what you can do. You’re at the top of food chain, now. Never will you ever be told what to do again. You’ll not need to rest in gutters or stay in places like this... hell hole.” She gestured to the hotel behind them.
“You will be stronger, faster, and your every sense will be heightened. You are a demi-god.” she grinned rather enthusiastically, then. “And you look like one, too!” She exclaimed, stepping back to admire the specimen in front of her. There was nothing more she wanted than to take him shopping, and dress him up good and proper. Oh yes, he could break hearts if he so wished. All she needed was to help him accept it.
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Post by Chance on Jan 4, 2010 19:38:16 GMT -5
“Let’s say I do buy into this…” I kept my tone even, noting her smile and the bright eyes that surveyed me proudly, “and I am what you say, a vampire…this demi-god of sorts, it happened because I drank your blood right?…So exactly what is it that you get out of it?”
I’d imagine that I would have wondered this regardless.
I was quicker to say it though as the dead girls’ blood still ran its electric course through me. Walking out and away from that grim reminder I shortened the brief space between my maker and myself. It was my turn to examine this exquisite replica of a woman. If what she said was true, everything from every movie to book, they all said that vampires were damned and soulless creatures.
Demons…
I cocked my head to the side to watch as her full lips began to move to answer in response to my inquiry.
Like an inquisitive child my hand reached out to tentatively touch her slender throat, the place where there should have been damaged flesh. Instead nothing but unblemished cream colored silk lay there under my fingertips. I pulled back feeling a bit foolish. I’d always pictured demons and devils as scaly, vicious, winged creatures, horned with cloven hoof.
But that wasn’t who or what Adair seemed to be at all, far from it in fact. I held myself still so that I could intently listen to her gossamer voice, waiting to hear what my judgment was.
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Post by Adair Noble on Jan 7, 2010 5:47:41 GMT -5
Adair nodded, play-acting along with Chance’s hypothetical situation even though she knew it was far from hypothetical—it was a reality. But she would play along. Because she needed him to trust her, and to want the hypothetical situation to be a reality. What did she get out of it? Well that was a kicker, really. For although Adair had been completely selfish in turning Chance to begin with, her answer would speak contrary to the fact;
“I don’t get anything out of it.” She said, and it was the God’s honest truth.
“Well, I could be lying. I get your company.” This was perhaps the more truthful answer. And she uttered the words in such a soothing, way, her eyes wide and almost innocent-looking as she gazed up at her newest childe. She would not get his company if he did not choose to stick around. She would do all that was in her power to make sure that he did.
She watched as Chance brought forth a hand to smooth against her neck; she lifted her chin, just a little, to allow him better access to the area. If, to have him stick around, she had to let him assure himself of who and what she was, then she would do so. Besides which—he wasn’t such a bad specimen to look at. He could have been a model in another life. Any woman would be foolish if she did not want or allow him to touch her. But Adair continued, unfazed by his actions.
“The truth is, Chance...you are getting the better end of the deal, here. If you’ll just hear me out.” She said, her tone a smooth purr, “I have a house close to central Ravenblack. It’s a large house, and only two of us live there at the moment. It’s too quiet, for my liking. There is a room there, now, with your name written all over it. And I refuse to let you earn your money by selling your body to filthy old men.” The latter she spat; she hated filthy old men, with a vengeance. “So because I have done this to you...I will help you along. I have plenty of money to spare.” She said, her grin devious.
“So what do you say, Chance. Want to... give me a chance?” She asked, grin still steadfast as she shifted her body in the direction of home, though making no move to leave just yet. Chance may have some belongings he’d wish to retrieve. Hell, Chance might say no altogether, and react with fury and disbelief.
She really hoped it would be the former.
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Post by Chance on Jan 8, 2010 0:55:03 GMT -5
The truth is painful…
Pain lets us know that we are real…
“My company…” the words were slow to begin, I didn’t want for my hurt pride to show. She had not done anything intentional at all, other than make an honest, blunt observation of my situation. “and in return your offering for me to stay at your home, have access to your money…all because of what you did.” It was not the answer I was expecting and I had to repeat it to make it real.
I looked down at the alluring Adair with a bit of puzzlement, the corner of my mouth turning up. “I say yes, yes of course you can have my company...” lingering elements of innocence emanating from around her eyes, “I want to know everything that you know about our existence...about being a vampire.” I spoke without hesitation, acceptance of what had happened was settling in as the grin widened.
I had been wrestling with my imagined childhood angels and demons. Meanwhile whether I liked it or not, I knew I couldn’t feel the beating of my heart. I needed to be able to think, to think about survival…damned or not I sure as hell wasn’t ready to leave this earth.
I innately knew that she was an essential aspect of my animalistic need to live.
A certain justice had happened, an ironic twist in it that was not lost on me, but put to the side to ponder later.
Adair was definitely eye candy, so if this was hell then let me in. And she had chosen me, the previous injury to my pride was healing fast. I watched the subtle shifts in her body. Her movements revealed a general direction in which she seemed to move towards.
Movements that were so slight and graceful that I was surprised myself to see them.
I glanced over to the side, gazing at the third rate motel. My vision hungrily going back to Adair, “So, let me grab my backpack…ah hell, come to think of it, there’s nothing I need from it.” a happy almost knowing grin lit my features. “and maybe we could grab a snack on our way home.” Extending my hand, to walk away from what was left of my old life once and for all.
If I was meant to send souls to the ferryman, then I was going to be the best damn soul collector I could be.
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Post by Adair Noble on Jan 13, 2010 8:37:36 GMT -5
This man was everything she’d hoped he would be, and more. The fates were looking down upon her, and granting her her wishes even though she did not deserve them. At first he seemed wary, and unsure. She expected that there should be a certain amount of hurt, of pain. She had done this for no reason at all, except to satisfy her own loneliness. But he did not immediately pick up on it.
Instead, he smiled. He wanted to know everything he could no. He readily dropped his past and all its tedious connections in order to come home with her, only because she’d requested his company. It was amazing that Adair’s ego did not get the better of her sometimes. It was amazing that she was able to keep it in check. If she could sway a man like this, make him drop his humanity like it was but a dirty garment, and pick up a whole new life of darkness... what else could she be capable of?
But it did not bear thinking of, no. Not right now. Chance had suggested a ‘snack’ on the way home, and Adair was more than willing to indulge his wants and needs. She wound her arm around Chance’s and started meandering toward home. She assumed, somewhere along the way, they would encounter their snack. It’s the way she chose to live—she waited for her meals to stumble into her arms, rather than looking for them. It was far easier that way, and definitely achievable. And, by the way Chance had drained the human near the motel; she figured he’d take to this new lifestyle like a fish in water. There may be hiccups, but she’d do her best to smooth them over.
“Yes, we will buy you all new stuff.” She said, gleefully, her smile wide and a veritable skip to her step. It was one thing she doubted she’d ever grow out of, her love of shopping. Especially when a whole new wardrobe was required.
“We can do that whenever you’d like. But you must have questions, Chance. Let them fly, and I’ll answer them as best I can.” She said, glancing up at her newest acquisition.
There was a lot of information she’d have to share with him. She’d have to tell him about the hunters, and how it was best to avoid them until one knew how to handle them. She had to tell him about the special guilds that catered only to their kind, but that secrecy dictated that they move every three days. She had to differentiate between myth and reality where vampires were concerned.
But she’d give him the chance to ask the questions he needed to ask first. And, if he missed anything, she’d fill him in on the rest when he was ready. She did not see that there was any rush. As with most things, experience was the best way to learn. She might be able to tell him things, to give him the information, but it would be Chance who’d have to find his own way with it.
She squeezed his hand as she thought ahead. Sometimes it might be hard... but most of the time, it was a hell of a lot of fun.
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Chance
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The devil is in the details...
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Post by Chance on Jan 18, 2010 12:52:50 GMT -5
He returned her gesture in kind, trying to be as gentle as possible with her delicate pale hand unaware of its deadly potential. Giving a sideways glance at his companion the natural grin grew wider on his face and a breathy chuckle escaped his lips.
Of course he had questions, to numerous to count were the thoughts that ran rampant through his mind.
Hell, after all he had been silently questioning every event of this evening. Searching for a deeper meaning or perhaps that was no more than a human thinking mind trying to rationalize a totally illogical situation.
Whatever the case may have been the young man was content to bask in the glow of her adoration.
Chance was accustomed to being a part of something and this was usually a vital part. At least in the eyes of his team mates and family. The past few weeks of his life had deprived him of that feeling, torn loose from any and all of these familiar connections. However she had changed that and now he could feel one of the strongest bonds he had yet to know –her dark blood whispered of family, of unity.
The landscape changed subtly as they walked arm in arm in the brisk late night air. The slums along with the remaining remnants of his shattered former life fell further behind them. “I wouldn’t know where to begin…” his strong voice low, intimate, words that were meant only for her. “But I would guess my safest bet would be the basics. Having you sort the facts from fiction will save us both time and with a little luck keep me from sounding like a complete jackass.” Flashing her a quick wink he lightly pulled himself closer to his maker.
Foolishly he thought he had been settling into his new body quite well. That was until the barrage of light and sound from the busy city unfolding around them began chipping away at his self imposed securities –a scent drifted on the air that caused the sharpened canines to extend. This sense of want, of desire, the need for more, heated his words, “The hunger…does that ever ease up?”
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