Post by Charlie on Mar 17, 2010 16:01:42 GMT -5
Her lips were puckered and pouty looking. Her warm brown orbs that serve as her eyes were slightly watery and the lashes were dusted in ice. Her petite face was framed by rust colored curls and a wide fur lined hood.
It was cold out and the girl’s blue tinged trembling lips were evidence of that. Her eyes dart in one direction and then the other, her slender fingers griping the jacket she was swathed in. She wore a pair of thick trousers that had the same feel as her jacket. Her small feet were protected by fur lined boots.
‘She looks warm and cold at the same time,’ is his thought as he examines her. He was clad in fatigues, boots, and a regulation jacket. The hat that he wore, pulled love of his brown to hide his short brown locks, was adorned with a white handprint with a five pointed star erased from the palm. His slender face bore a single jagged line for a scar over is left eye, angling towards his temple. The soldier type man tilts one of his crossed arms to glance at the watch settled on his right wrist.
“Almost time Charlie,”he mumbles, the watch hand lifting to press against the send button of the earpiece he wore.
The girl’s head bobs up and down, a small smirk ghosting across her lips, cold and trembling as they were. Her head tilts back, one of her hands gracefully rising up to hold her hood to her forehead.
As if on cue the first snow of Ravenblack’s winder began to fall. One flake at a time in the beginning, but more and more fell as the second hand on the man’s watch tick off the moments.
“Look Phillip,” the girl murmurs through his earpiece, her lips barely moving. She spoke with a prominent New Orleanean accent but she spoke his name in the French style. Philleep.
“Snow,” the single word left the girl’s mouth the moment a gigantic explosion rocked the city of Ravenblack. “Do you think they will remember, Phillip?”
She turns to look off in the direction in which people were running toward and smoke was rising from.
“Remember what?”
“Who really started this war,” was her blunt reply, her boots squelching in the fresh snow as she turned from the explosion.
“I hope not Charlie. You would be in a great deal of danger then,” replied the ex-soldier turned missionary vampire.
“Goodbye Phillip,” she says, wiggling a few fingers over her shoulder to the man. He stares after her as he watches her reach up to remove the ear piece from her ear and throw it before her. She steps on it moments later and the man barely removes it from his ear before the crazy interference kicks in.
“Charlie!” the man calls, growling as he glances up to the smoke, calculating the time it would take for them to reach the square once they figured out who had started the fire by remote.
‘Where are you going?’ he questions himself as he leaps toward the direction the girl had vanished in. He followed her into the night and when he finally caught up to her they were standing in a new square, at opposite ends again.
“Why did you leave? The mission’s not over yet. We have two more hits tonight.”
“I’ve already set them up. They’re timed to go off in ten and twelve minutes from now. Do not follow me again Phillip. This is the end of our little team. We cannot keep up this charade. I’ve gotten an offer for a family, Phillip. I’m taking that offer and growing up from this little bomb maker to a Vampiress my creator promised me I’d be. Please don’t come looking for me Phillip,” She brought a pair of her fingers to her lips and pressed a small kiss to them, stretching them out to him as if passing him kiss.
“Don’t say goodbye. It’s too final!” he says, taking a step toward her. “Please.” He whispers.
“Goodbye and goodnight Phillip. Take care.”
“I think I broke his heart that day,” her voice was soft, and the accent was still thick on her tongue. She stood on the edge of the final square in her reverie and the figures of herself and the man Phillip still stood ghost like across from each other. As if frozen in time. The girl stood with her hands tucked into the pockets of a bright yellow hoodie as she leaned against the brick wall of a quaint Vampire pub. The voices inside trailed out to her and could only make her sigh. She spoke to the dog that had come up to her begging for food. She had swiped half of a man’s sandwich to give to the dog.
That had happened a few blocks away and she had led the dog here to the tavern without realizing it. She now reached down to stroke the dog’s head.
”Are you lost as well little one?”she questions the dog. She was still the same Charlie, with the puckered lips and the rust colored curls tumbling about her shoulders. But she had a new look to her. It was that of a younger vampiress than she was, more naive.
The past still lay heavy on her shoulders, though it had been years since the incident with Phillip. Her warm brown eyes lift up, taking on a haunted look as she watched herself turn and stride off down a street. The scene vanishes then, for she never knew what happened to the missionary after that night.
Charlie sinks down to stoop next to the strange dog, one arm wrapped over the back of the animal as she stared off across the square, waiting for anything to happen. Almost half expecting Phillip to show up.. or someone like him..
It was cold out and the girl’s blue tinged trembling lips were evidence of that. Her eyes dart in one direction and then the other, her slender fingers griping the jacket she was swathed in. She wore a pair of thick trousers that had the same feel as her jacket. Her small feet were protected by fur lined boots.
‘She looks warm and cold at the same time,’ is his thought as he examines her. He was clad in fatigues, boots, and a regulation jacket. The hat that he wore, pulled love of his brown to hide his short brown locks, was adorned with a white handprint with a five pointed star erased from the palm. His slender face bore a single jagged line for a scar over is left eye, angling towards his temple. The soldier type man tilts one of his crossed arms to glance at the watch settled on his right wrist.
“Almost time Charlie,”he mumbles, the watch hand lifting to press against the send button of the earpiece he wore.
The girl’s head bobs up and down, a small smirk ghosting across her lips, cold and trembling as they were. Her head tilts back, one of her hands gracefully rising up to hold her hood to her forehead.
As if on cue the first snow of Ravenblack’s winder began to fall. One flake at a time in the beginning, but more and more fell as the second hand on the man’s watch tick off the moments.
“Look Phillip,” the girl murmurs through his earpiece, her lips barely moving. She spoke with a prominent New Orleanean accent but she spoke his name in the French style. Philleep.
“Snow,” the single word left the girl’s mouth the moment a gigantic explosion rocked the city of Ravenblack. “Do you think they will remember, Phillip?”
She turns to look off in the direction in which people were running toward and smoke was rising from.
“Remember what?”
“Who really started this war,” was her blunt reply, her boots squelching in the fresh snow as she turned from the explosion.
“I hope not Charlie. You would be in a great deal of danger then,” replied the ex-soldier turned missionary vampire.
“Goodbye Phillip,” she says, wiggling a few fingers over her shoulder to the man. He stares after her as he watches her reach up to remove the ear piece from her ear and throw it before her. She steps on it moments later and the man barely removes it from his ear before the crazy interference kicks in.
“Charlie!” the man calls, growling as he glances up to the smoke, calculating the time it would take for them to reach the square once they figured out who had started the fire by remote.
‘Where are you going?’ he questions himself as he leaps toward the direction the girl had vanished in. He followed her into the night and when he finally caught up to her they were standing in a new square, at opposite ends again.
“Why did you leave? The mission’s not over yet. We have two more hits tonight.”
“I’ve already set them up. They’re timed to go off in ten and twelve minutes from now. Do not follow me again Phillip. This is the end of our little team. We cannot keep up this charade. I’ve gotten an offer for a family, Phillip. I’m taking that offer and growing up from this little bomb maker to a Vampiress my creator promised me I’d be. Please don’t come looking for me Phillip,” She brought a pair of her fingers to her lips and pressed a small kiss to them, stretching them out to him as if passing him kiss.
“Don’t say goodbye. It’s too final!” he says, taking a step toward her. “Please.” He whispers.
“Goodbye and goodnight Phillip. Take care.”
“I think I broke his heart that day,” her voice was soft, and the accent was still thick on her tongue. She stood on the edge of the final square in her reverie and the figures of herself and the man Phillip still stood ghost like across from each other. As if frozen in time. The girl stood with her hands tucked into the pockets of a bright yellow hoodie as she leaned against the brick wall of a quaint Vampire pub. The voices inside trailed out to her and could only make her sigh. She spoke to the dog that had come up to her begging for food. She had swiped half of a man’s sandwich to give to the dog.
That had happened a few blocks away and she had led the dog here to the tavern without realizing it. She now reached down to stroke the dog’s head.
”Are you lost as well little one?”she questions the dog. She was still the same Charlie, with the puckered lips and the rust colored curls tumbling about her shoulders. But she had a new look to her. It was that of a younger vampiress than she was, more naive.
The past still lay heavy on her shoulders, though it had been years since the incident with Phillip. Her warm brown eyes lift up, taking on a haunted look as she watched herself turn and stride off down a street. The scene vanishes then, for she never knew what happened to the missionary after that night.
Charlie sinks down to stoop next to the strange dog, one arm wrapped over the back of the animal as she stared off across the square, waiting for anything to happen. Almost half expecting Phillip to show up.. or someone like him..
