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| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Jeanne peeked from behind Mernov to answer this stranger's question. "Whatever do you mean 'lack of pulse'?" she inquired. "If you must, you can check yourself, Kyphus." The young vampire took a few steps foward and took Kyphus' hand, placing two of his fingers on her wrist. Surely enough there was a steady, though slow, pulse.
"You see? How dare you accuse my master of deciet.." she said, eyeing the vampire angrily. |
Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 9:21 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: for the record, vampires DO have a pulse; they aren't dead, yet. They drink blood because they don't have enough for themselves, so they need to replenish their supply from those with more than they do. If they didn't have a pulse they wouldn't be able to circulate this blood...
Mernov was pleased that his charming young student was so quick-witted and understanding. While it was most certainly true that he indeed had a pulse, Jeanne had mentioned only this, and had not even batted an eyebrow when Mernov claimed that no vampires were nearby. Why, Mernov wondered, did this strange creature seem to think that they did not have a heartbeat? Indeed, this "thing" before the tall vampire was truely a mystery and a curiosity. However, it did not appear to be unthreatening. Mernov sensed a great deal of anguish in this things life, and the strange looking claws on its "hands" -- perhaps maybe "paws" is a better word, as it crawled on all fours -- seemed to be a good indicator of this pain. He looked as though here were about to speak, but before he did so he put a hand upon Jeanne's shoulder and pulled her gently back to the safety of his side. "Indeed, please leave us at peace," Mernov said in an uncharacteristicly kind and beseaching tone. "We certainly wish not to be involved with your escapades with these deranged creatures you seek." OOC: btw, vern, i'm not trying to insult you by how i refer to your character, this is just how Mernov sees it; hope you understand ;) |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 9:25 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme Still waiting by the entrance of the building, he looks up to gaze upon the soft moon, now noticing that it has moved in it's path slightly. "I wonder what they are doing?" He thought to himself. To this, he stood straight from the cold wall he leaned against, turning himself to be facing along the wall. Beginning to walk his usually stride, he comes around the corner of the building. The cat-like pupils in his occulars shrink as the golden tint in them flare up, his sight's locked onto Kyphus's figure.
It couldn't be, was it actually him? Remembering jamming a sword through the monster's mouth and cutting out his cerebral cortex in a previous battle, he should of never returned. But then again, he was lucky to escape battle as well with the injuries amongst his heart. He must of been out to seek revenge. Wanting not to leave a bad impression, noticing that he has not brought any harm to Mernov and Jeanne, he steps back to come around the corner once again, he leans up against the wall as he lets out a sigh. "I must deal with this later... It seems he still has unfinished business with me." Closing his eyes, his figure slightly slumps forward, his arms coming up to cross at his chest and his dark hair coming over his optics to shadow them and conceal his face in darkness. "I'll stop him if he makes a move..." Pondering to himself, "This time, I will be able to vanquish him with my new power the Order granted me." Nothing but silence, his ears barely picks up the sounds of the three's vocals. He waits patiently for the right moment to come... Either to strike, or evade a battle, wishing the second option would pursue more than the first. He did not want this event to tarnish his name upon his arrival, nor to have such a battle happen in the midst of others. Feeling that showing his new power would be of unnecessary splendor to the views of Mernov and Jeanne. |
| Vern_5 Joined: 31 May 2005 Posts: 212 | Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2005 12:16 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Vern_5: This theme, Any theme [quote:14711dd5ed]OOC: Seeing and sensing things is part of Kyphus' life since he lost his vision and sanity; he sees things differently and can sense strangeness in a variety of visions. His senses are beyond deranged. I made him thus in case I made such errors, not that it works very well[/quote:14711dd5ed]
Kyphus startled, surprised by his mistake. From his unique vantage, he saw two creatures with no pulses, or at least weak pulses. Of course, if what they said was true that would mean his senses were not picking up something incredible. Something did not place. "Um...I see I was in error. There must be something nearby upsetting my normal senses and completely throwing off the abnormal ones" Kyphus hissed, trying to hide his distrust for these two. "Either way, I am instructed to find and destroy a certain Vampire who has been traveling this way, perhaps you have heard of him or his works, even people such as yourselves would know of him?" [quote:14711dd5ed]OOC: Frankly, Kyphus is a thing, which is why he's so interesting: Your designation is justified. You'll probably see what makes him so abnormal later.[/quote:14711dd5ed] |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 12:09 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme Time continues to go by slowly. His figure remaining motionless as the wind blows his white coat to one of his sides. His eyes look to the ground before him, narrowing to the thoughts of Kyphus' return. Wondering how he could of returned, even without the most critical organ in the body of any living thing to simply exist. This thing must of been beyond his life, maybe not even himself. He must of been possessed by something, rather a spirit using his thoughts or memories to live upon.
Unfinished Business... His occulars become concealed under the pale skin of his eyelids, his gloved hand coming up to his forehead as a quiet growl escapes his domain. "I should end this now... But I can't risk the lives of Mernov or the girl... But I can't just sit here, what if he attacks them?" Randomly speaking to himself, he then looks up suddenly, letting his hand rest down at his side. His optics sharpen to show fortitude as he thinks to himself. "Remember what the Order taught you, take him out, leave no enemy alive, leave no corpse unchecked." To this, he turned to run around the front of the foundation's building, diving forward as his body emits the dark blue lightning once again, commencing the transformation of his body back into the raven form. Letting a shrilling vocal escape his opened beak, he brandishes his wings to throw himself at a blinding speed at Kyphus' form. Hoping that by the time he reaches him, he will not be noticed by his enemy, and the battle be over before it begins. |
spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 6:42 am | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme OOC:Erm... yah, I'm back, and I wrote a book!! Sorry... I promise my other posts will never be this long.
Helen whipped around and peered into the fog for the fifth time. Her heart beat loudly in her ears as she stood there for what felt like hours (though it was only a few minutes) before she turned and continued walking. The professor swore she heard it this time; a footstep, a soft one, but still a footstep. She smiled to herself, and thought, You are too paranoid. It’s just the London fog!! You’ve walked in it before, and you will again. When she reached the intersection of Emanuel Avenue and Messaline Avenue, Helen decided it was time to return to her flat. She was just about to turn around when she saw a silhouette out of the corner of her eye. Helen turned so she could see it properly, and Jo-jo growled and barked angrily. “Hush,” Helen hissed softly. Coming down Messaline Avenue was five or six shadowy figures. Her stomach felt like it had been tied in knots, and her heart was beating loudly again. She backed up a few steps before she turned around, and then saw that walking up Messaline Avenue was a few more shadowy figures in the fog. The horrid feeling increased, and Helen decided it would be best to avoid these shady characters. She would simply have to take the long way back to her flat. Helen turned and walked at a brisk pace down Emanuel Avenue. Jo-jo’s collar jingled merrily, and Helen found herself wishing it did not sound so loud. For a few moments, it sounded like she was alone once more, but then she heard footsteps behind her. From the way it sounded, there was definitely more than one person, and they were running. Helen closed her eyes, gripped the handle of her umbrella tightly, took a deep breath and peeked over her shoulder. It was hard to make out in the fog, but there was undeniably a small group running towards her. Helen decided it would be best to start running. She turned, tugged on Jo-jo’s collar, and started running as fast as she could in clogs. They were getting closer; she could hear their steps getting louder. There was no way she could outrun them for much longer, so she ducked into the first alley she found. She held Jo-jo close as she hid behind a dumpster, while the footsteps grew louder and then faded. She gave a sigh of relief when she did not hear them anymore. Helen put Jo-jo down, stood up, and brushed her trench coat off. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of the rubbish in the alley. It would be a relief to get out onto the street again, and into the fresh air. She barely finished taking a step forward when someone from behind grabbed her shoulder and threw her down she alley. She sailed through the air and then hit an old wooden fence, and she landed in a large pile of rubbish. Helen groaned, and opened her eyes. She must have been thrown at least 15 feet! She saw that there was a person at the end of the alley, but it was too dark to make out any of his features except that it was tall and slender man. She heard him chuckle coldly, and she shivered and looked for a way to escape. All she found was a small hole in the wooden fence, so she quickly stuffed the unconscious black lab puppy through the opening. She heard his footsteps slowly approaching; there was no way for her to escape, so why rush? The teacher stood, and climbed out of the rubbish pile, and pulled a banana peel out of her hair. Well, she thought to herself as she walked to meet him. I’m not going to just sit here and wait for the brute. He thinks I’m unarmed, so I already have the advantage of surprise. She stopped about five feet in front of him, and the stranger did like wise. A deafening silence filled the air for a few moments. “I’ve never had a meal come to me so willingly before,” his voice sounded smooth, and almost hypnotizing. He chuckled coldly when he saw a look of confusion and fear flash across Helen’s features. No, it’s to dark to see anything in this wretched alley, she thought. He laughed because I took a step back. That’s all… The young professor found herself unconvinced. She took a deep breath and kept her voice steady as she said, “I will only tell you once; step aside.” The man chuckled, and then burst into uncontrollable laughter. Helen stood there listening to his insane outburst for what seemed to be an eternity. “Tell me,” he said, still chuckling to himself. “Are you a virgin?” Helen stood there, dumbfounded by what she had just heard. What the-? Did he just-? Is he serious? Her shock gave way to embarrassment, which barely had time to take any effect before it turned into anger, and finally, rage. She slid the rapier out of her umbrella, dropped the umbrella part, lunged at him and thrust where his heart was located, but at the last second he simply disappeared. She blinked, her right hand hurt, so she looked down to find her slender blade missing. She turned around to find him smirking at her. The fog seemed to have lifted slightly because there was just enough light to distinguish his features. His pale face had a pinched look to it. It might have been more attractive if his smirk did not distort his features so severely. He was dressed in street clothes that looked clean enough, and his dark hair was slicked back. She could not see his eye very clearly, though they seemed to have a crazed look; she dismissed it as a trick of the light, or lack of. Helen decided right away that he was a slimy creep, and that it would be best if she could rid herself of his company. What stopped her from fleeing from the alley was the fact the he lazily twirled the rapier that her father gave her between his gloved fingers. “Pathetic,” he sneered, and he snapped the blade in two and tossed it over his shoulder. “Spunky, but pathetic, and not to mention foolish.” He took a few steps toward her into the light, and Helen backed away, her eyes widened. His eyes! They’re… Helen closed her eyes and shook her head. They’re red! It wasn’t that they were red that frightened her so. It was the hunger, the lust, the insanity, and the inhumanity that she saw in the depths of his eyes that truly frightened her. She turned and ran, but she did not go two feet before she was flying backwards once more. For the second time, she hit the wooden fence, and landed in the rubbish pile. Helen felt something sharp dig into her side, and impulsively, she slipped it up the right sleeve of her trench coat. It was made of wood, and it barely came up to her elbow, and there seemed to be a second smaller piece nailed to it perpendicularly. However, she did not have time to ponder about this newfound weapon for the stranger had tangled his hand into her hair near the place where the back of her head met the neck. Helen gasped in pain as he forced her to stand and look him in the eyes. She tried to struggle, but her body refused to respond. Her arms hung limp at her sides and her legs felt like jelly. His free arm wrapped around her waist like a boa constrictor, and held her close to his body. She stared fearfully into his eyes, and he smiled wickedly. “It’s useless,” he said softly. “There’s nothing you can do, so please, don’t exhaust yourself from trying.” Helen shuddered as the fog began to settle around them once more. “I- I can scream,” Helen whispered weakly. His hand untangled his hand from her hair and he placed a slender finger over her trembling lips. “Hush,” he said told her with a chuckle. Helen tried to speak, but found that she could not even open her mouth; in fact, she found it hard to breathe. He tipped her head to one side and nuzzled her neck. His lips brushed against her skin, and he took in her scent. Helen panicked. What do I do? Please, anyone, help me!! She felt his lips part and then two sharp teeth, like fangs, graze her skin. Fangs? Wait!! No!! NO!! She opened her mouth and bit the finger that rested against her lips. Her teeth tore savagely through the flimsy material of his gloves, and broke the skin. Her attacker hissed in pain, and jerked back, letting go of Helen. Helen realized that she had regained control of her own body once more. She allowed the wooden object to slide into her hand, and then she plunged it into his chest. Her eyes widened, and so did the vampire’s, as she realized that she had just stabbed him in the heart with an old splintered cross. He let out a shriek of agony as he sunk to the ground, but Helen barely heard it. Helen did not even notice the pain from the splinters she received from the old cross or the blood dripping slowly down her palm. She ran down the alley, swooping down to pick up her umbrella and the hilt of her rapier, which she slipped into the umbrella. She climbed over the rubbish, and peered through the hole. Jo-jo looked confused, but he seemed okay. She grabbed him and held him close for a moment before he began to growl and bark angrily again. The teacher turned and saw that there was a group coming down the alley. Most likely the same people from earlier. They were hissing and snarling angrily, and sniffing the air. She shoved Jo-jo and her umbrella through the hole in the fence once more, and held on to the top of the fence to try to lift herself over it. She heard them drawing nearer, and tried harder, but found it useless. She saw something emerge out of the fog, and she lashed out at it with her foot. She made contact with the head, and it gave her just the boost she needed to get her over the fence. She landed unceremoniously in a heap on the ground. There was no time to rest though, Helen grabbed her umbrella and Jo-jo’s leash and sprinted out into the street. She kicked off her shoes so they wouldn’t slow her down, like before. Her socks were instantly soaked as she raced down the street with her puppy. She heard their footsteps again, and sprinted as fast as she could. Her muscles groaned in protest, but she pushed on. She turned down every other street, tore through several yards and yet she could not seem to shake them off. The fog seemed to disappear as she ran. Her socks had worn through and they stung with every step she took. Her lungs felt like they would pop, as she gasped for breath. Suddenly, Helen stopped. Her path was blocked by a tall wrought iron fence that guarded a lovely garden, and a large stately looking building. She heard the angry snarls of her pursuers, and turned to face them. The fog had disappeared almost entirely, and there was enough light to see clearly who had chased her. As far as Helen could tell, they were living corpses. She screamed in terror and sunk to her knees as they stalked closer. After all that, she thought to herself as she stared fearfully at them. Am I just going to die? Helen did the only thing she could think of. She folded her arms, bowed her head, closed her eyes, and prayed in her pajamas and her trench coat. “Heavenly Father,” she whispered hoarsely under her breath. “Thou hast brought me this far, and I thank thee for it. Please, send me aid. Protect me under thy hand, or give me the strength to fight on. However, thy will be done in the name of the Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.” Helen remained in that position with her head bowed and her eyes closed. She could here them drawing nearer, but she did her best to ignore it. Instead she focused on her breathing; her breaths were ragged, and it hurt to breathe in to deeply. Inhale, exhale, inhale… OOC:Um… so there we go. She’s at the Hellsing Foundation… in case you didn’t know that already. ^^; |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 1:39 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme Halt. A scream, from the front gate, something is wrong. His mind suddenly became troubled. He feared the worst as he remained out of the distance of Kyphus' senses. "Could they be here? The one's the Order sent me to take care of? Or are they here with Kyphus?" He thought to himself in a slight panic.
"No, Kyphus' is a beast, he is not one of them, he would not of made such an agreement with those creatures." He thought again, brandishing his wings and shoving them down to spin his ravenous figure around to look towards the gate. His light-blue raven eyes narrowed as his figure soon darted into the direction of the gate. As he came closer with every flap, he noticed the figure of a woman, kneeling in what seemed to be prayer, as he came to the gate, he simply piveted to where he was perpendicular to the ground and glided between the iron bars of the gate's entrance. He had caught a glimpse of the group, his mind sensing and knowing it was them. "This is trouble." He thought to himself, not willing to let them to get any closer. As soon as his body was through, he flapped his wings in an imbalanced motion that set him straight up as the dark lightning concealed his raven form. The bolts shot out in the direction of the group, blasting them back into the fog, their domain's giving off shrill screams of pain as the lightning comes into contact with their presences. As the lightning clears from himself, he remains floating slightly in the air to reveal him with his eyes closed, his arms spread outward and legs together. His aura seeming to give off a light wind that allows his white coat to flutter about him. Soon after, he lands beside the girl to quickly snatch her figure and dog, one in each arm. His grip seeming cold, but firm and comfortable to her body as well to the dog's as he kicks off from the ground, flipping sideways in the direction of the gate just to come over it and lands gracefully on the other side, his landing making no sound whatsoever. He remains still a moment, his coat concealing the dog and the girl, as he senses that the presence of the enemy vanishes into the distance. Now realizing he made the mistake of letting them go, but he also knew there would be a next time, so no worries. He stood up, his arm helping the lady who seemed limp in his grip at the moment, probably from shock or fear. Letting go of her as she stood to her feet, he brought his hand up to wipe away some of his dark brown hair from his face, now opening his eyelids to reveal his golden optics to her. "A little late for a human to be running around now, eh?" His lips part to create a small smile about his facem his fangs exposed to her. He was a vampire, yet his presence seemed to give off comfort and passion. His eyes moved up and down to study her tattered form. His head, tilting to the side as he smile soon faded, his mouth moved to speak out to her in his deep, yet quieted voice. "Are you alright, lady?" |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 6:25 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Helen’s head snapped up when she heard the flapping of wings and the great rustle of fabric. When she first laid eyes on the winged, white-robed man, she believed him to be an angel. She felt him hold her close, and was surprised to find his grip cold. One usually expected an angel of God to be warm, but his hold was comfortable and safe, and at the moment that was all that mattered.
Once he set her down, she winced a little; only now realizing how badly she had butchered the souls of her feet on the streets of London. She looked her rescuer up and down, but she took her time with his eyes. Kind, and warm eyes, though their color was unusual. She said nothing for she found herself at a loss for words. Besides, even if she could think of something to say, she felt too exhaust to say it. Jo-jo, at this time, seemed quite upset. He whimpered and growled, and weaved between her legs. Helen figured he still felt shaken from all the excitement. Then he smiled, and Helen’s eyes grew wide in fear. She did not even here him ask if she was all right. Fangs… he has fangs!! Her uninjured hand flew up to her neck where fangs had grazed her flesh earlier. “Not more vampires,” she murmured weakly, taking a few steps backwards before she stumbled and fell back onto her rear. She covered her face with her hands, and shook her head. “It’s a nightmare. A bad dream,” she whispered. “I just need to wake up… please, let me wake up…” Jo-jo nudged his trembling mistress, and then shot a venomous look at the vampire. The puppy began barking and growling fiercely with his hackles raised. |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 8:45 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme His smiling appearance quickly grew to awe. His pupils widened within his iris' and his smile vanished. His head tilted to one side as he studied the worn lady. He had just rescued her, why would she be acting this way?
His eyes sharpened, becoming immense to the contrast the moon gave off as he peered into her own. Moving through her thoughts and seeing the source of what troubled her. "Hmm, she has had seen quite a bit tonight..." He thought to himself, closing his eyes and lowering his head, opening his eyelids to look at the dog, the warning it's aura gave off did not intimidate him whatsoever. His main concern was the condition of the woman, and if she was bitten. "This isn't a dream..." He said in his comforting tone, making sure that the volume of his vocals were below hers as he spoke. "True, I am a vampire, but I am different than those you had encountered." To this, he looked up at her once again, taking a slow step forward towards her. "Do not worry, I will not bring you harm, it goes against my Order and Oath..." He spoke reassuringly, bringing up his hand to hold out to her, making a welcoming gesture. His lips parted to the conclusion of examining her figure, "You've been through quite a bit, you need to rest..." He spoke quietly, his head propping back up from it's tilt. "Fear not... I am here to help." He whispered, his figure remaining motionless as he awaited her reply, the wind his aura emitted slowed to a stop, his white coat sank down once again around his slim presence, the lights in his eyes faded to become a dull orange as the clouds concealed the moon to their wakes. |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 10:31 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Helen looked up at him wide eyed; the right half of her face was smeared with blood from her hand. The pain was real enough, so what the vampire told her must indeed be true. The promise of rest appealed to her greatly. However, she found herself confused and her mind whirled with questions she longed to have answered.
Order? Oath? Does this mean there are other vampires? How does he know about the vampire? She wished he would stop staring at her, she felt like she could hide nothing from this stranger. A feeling, she quickly realized, that she resented. She shuddered and stared at her knees, hoping that it breaking eye contact with him would break the spell. It did not. “Hush, Jo-jo,” the teacher breathed. Jo-jo stopped barking, but continued to emit a low growl occasionally. Fear not? Helen thought as she reflected on the night’s events. I have every right to be afraid. She looked at his hand, and then into his eyes. They had changed color; they were softer, but still intimidating. His voice was low, comforting, and hypnotizing. She took a deep breath and reached out with her trembling left hand, and took the one that had been offered to her. “I-I just want to go home,” Helen whispered wearily. |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 10:57 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme Seeing the fear that radiates from her aura, he lowers his head down, reminiscing of the vampire's history. All this trouble to the humans caused by the vampires. Humans are endangered because of them, not being able to live normal lives, not to mention that the vampires themselves who weren't born from lineage. Seeing that the vampire takes control of the human, their instincts become that of a hunter, stalking for blood. We ruin their lives just to live...
"Home..." He said, his thoughts seeming troubled as to what was home, lifting her weak figure as he stood beside her, bracing her up onto his shoulder to relieve her of the pain her feet contracted. He then began to walk to the entrance of the old mansion. He never thought of home for over a century now. Halt. He shook his head slightly. What's happening now, that's whats important. "I fear that you might not be able to do so until tomorrow morning." He knew he couldn't get her home, she was too weak, and he was not for sure how many of them were out there. He also knew he couldn't take her to Mernov, Kyphus was still there, for sure. That would be trouble. He was already lucky enough that Kyphus hadn't noticed or felt him yet. "You'll probably have to stay here for the night, though I am quite sure I'll be in some trouble for this..." He explained to her, his words still soft to her ears as they came to her. With one arm around her body, helping her stand and walk, he brought down his other to grab the edge of his white coat, bringing it up to wipe away the blood that had stained her face, tainting a small portion of the cloth in crimson. He seemed very well trained in keeping himself from the vampire's bane. The weakness of every vampire was blood, and they all sought out restlessly to find it, but he was calm and level-headed. He dropped the edging from his hand to let the coat fall back down to his side as he continued to walk her to the entrance. He knew mostly of what the enemy could do, but what were they after? Were they after her to quench their thirst for blood? Or something else? He had to ask to confirm a suspicion, "Did the vampires say anything to you...?" He asked in a whisper, hoping an answer might prove sucessful to his knowledge. |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 12:12 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Helen cocked her head slightly, and watched the vampire lose himself in his thoughts. He seemed troubled, but she did not know what to do. She did her best to stand up on her own as much as she could, and not use him to support her. This new sensation of dependence disturbed her. She looked at the gates, and then bowed her head as he told her that she would return to her flat.
Home? Is that what I called it? How droll. It’s not really a home at all, not since Jon died, only a place where I live. The vampire’s cold mirthless chuckle echoed through her head, and caused Helen to shudder. She had no desire to recollect those recent events, but they stuck out in her mind when he inquired about it. She was silent for a long time as she relived her encounter. There had been very little conversation and most of it was pointless. The vampire had called her pathetic, and foolish… oh, and spunky, as well. He told her to stop trying, but all this was probably useless to the person who supported her. There had been very little conversation and most of it pointless. The vampire said only thing that she had found extremely odd. “He- he asked,” Helen’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion, and she concentrated hard on her feet. “He asked if I was a virgin.” She flushed slightly, thankful for the dark until she realized that since he was a vampire he could see perfectly well in the dark. |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 12:32 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme She was stuttering, whatever the enemy had asked of her it must of been of importance. When the answer was brought out, he turned to look at the girl, his face seeming slightly dumbfounded. She was lucky tohave survived her encounter. Knowing that only a virgin can become that of full vampiric lineage, unless born one. Seeing that her face was red, obviously from embarassment, he let out another small laugh.
As his laugh echoed into the night and ended, he spoke to her, "Don't let that be a burden to you... You'll find yourself a man." a wide smile amongst his face to the woman's reaction. "Humans. I forget why they become so embarassed of things that are of no importance really..." His voice was hypnotic, wooing through the night air as it rang to her ears silently. "The Lord himself said for every soul to grow a fruitful tree... To love one another as brother and sister. Fate is fair to every one in the Eyes of the Lord. For he gives a fair share of pain and love to all..." He continued, his voice soft yet seeming cheerful to the topic. Strange, a vampire who knew the Bible. A Creature of the Night who reads the Holy Book himself, and knew it. He was in fact an individual amongst other vampires. "Your man will come. Trust me." He said as he ended his words. As they came about to the stairs that lead to the entrance, he gracefully moved from underneath her, his arm that braced her grabbed upon her hand, his touch still chilling, though his actions and facial complexions radiated with passion, his other hand placed on her back for support as he sat her weakened presence down amongst the stairs. Once she was sat down upon the incline, he reached into a small satchel that was strapped to his side, it too was white, almost blending into his coat, and removed a coiled strap of cloth. He then held out his other hand again as he stood in front of her, and spoke out softly, "Let me see your hand..." |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 4:02 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Helen felt her blood begin to boil. She would have been impressed with how well versed he was in the Bible, if she had not been so angry. “You’ll find yourself a man” indeed!! Sufferable, contemptible man… or whatever!! How dare he mock my pain? I had a man; it’s not my fault he died. If he had just stayed, I would not be in this situation at all. I wouldn’t have to return to an empty flat each night. I may even have a small family. But no, he’s gone…
She felt herself lowered onto a cool surface and found herself sitting on the steps. When he asked for her hand, she looked him in the eyes. Her green eyes flashed angrily as they met his gold ones, and then she smacked him across the face with her uninjured hand. Without another word she stood up and slowly walked down the stairs as she tried to save the last speck of dignity she had left. When she reached the bottom step, her knees gave in and she had to sit back down. She cursed herself for being so exhausted. Where did I think I was going to go anyway? She thought as she hugged herself. I don’t even know where I am! Now, he’s probably angry with me, not that I blame him. Smacking him was fairly rash. He doesn’t even know why I struck him. How could he have known he had hit a nerve? Helen felt her chest tighten, and her eyes began to sting, but no tears fell. She closed her eyes, and leaned against the ornate banister. |
| Vern_5 Joined: 31 May 2005 Posts: 212 | Someting nagged at Kyphus' mind and awareness; a presence he had not felt for quite a long time. Well...that and another, stranger presence. Turning his head at a painful angle, he bore his dead gaze upon the nearby entrance. He had missed something. He never missed anything, or so he told himself.
"We will continue this conversation later as I will be assuming lodgings upon the roof of this...place" Kyphus bowed to the man and girl, who were just about ready to answer his query. But, before they could reply, Kyphus straightened his body wih several gorge-rising cracks of his spine and walked off towards the gate. Half walking and half springing from place to place, Kyphus made his way to the stairs where he saw something he never thought he would see in the same century. It was Odakira! Kyphus nearly broke out laughing when he saw that shadowy figure; the last time they had met, he was ranting about a proper duel in a little hamlet of a town. So, Kyphus had followed his first instinct and took the creature on his offer. They had dealt each other potentially fatal blows before seperating. But, seeing as how he was here and Odakira was here, their fatal blows were highly overrated. Now, with a real purpose in mind, Kyphus took off at a light sprint to see what his old nemesis was up to. Of course, the resounding sound of a sharp slap to the face gave Kyphus a subtle hint as to what the Creature of the Night was up to... |
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