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Post by Mother of Dragons on Feb 3, 2012 22:45:29 GMT -7
Van Helsing twitched, trying not to fall asleep at the table he was still sitting at. The sun was finally starting to fall from its peak in the sky, afternoon beginning to fade. He thought about taking out the envelope stuffed into his trench coat and reading the damn thing already, but didn't even move his arm. There's plenty of time to take care of this... whatever it is. Yes, night was the best time to take care of these things unless told otherwise. In fact, the villagers seeing him just sitting calmly for a while might give them the impression he wasn't the cursed Left Hand of God with no soul or heart. Yeah... right.
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Lestat had to swallow a laugh of delight when he thought of his next idea. He sighed loudly, moving fluidly so the body by the sofa was completely visible. "Oh, my... excuse my poor clean-up. Why don't you just make yourself at home, little one?" Lestat picked the woman's corpse up with inhuman speed, balancing her in his arms.
"Perhaps you'd like to settle in? Listen to a record? Maybe dance?" He twirled around with the young woman's corpse, mocking an awkward waltz. In the next second, he darted around the corner into the bedroom of the apartment, setting the woman's body down in the corner closet. The next second he was seated, slouched on the large sofa, one leg propped up comfortably.
"Well... sit, darling!" Lestat insisted, motioning to the other side of the sofa with a wink.
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Post by Armored Soul on Feb 3, 2012 23:00:05 GMT -7
Astrid backed up until she hit the door. If she wasn't before, she was frightened. And a little repulsed. Part of her was still trying to figure out what exactly Lestat had just done, and the other part of her was desperately trying to keep control of herself. The sight of the dead body turned off some of the appeal of the blood, but she hadn't eaten in three days. Lestat's offer brought her a bit more control. She shook her head to decline.
"I'm fine standing." Sitting would only make her relax, and that was the last thing she wanted. Astrid didn't move from her spot against the door. She didn't know if she could move so quickly like Lestat had just done; that meant that he would definitely cut her off if she tried to leave. Being next to the door was a small comfort, even if she knew Lestat could still stop her.[/size]
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Post by Princess Of Hearts on Feb 4, 2012 15:10:28 GMT -7
Jinx let out a slow breath and moved away from the window. It was getting later and she should start making her way out of town when the sun set. But first she needed to fix up the room and maybe even socialize downstairs a little.
It wasn't very difficult to hide her meal. She simply glamoured him to appear, feel, and smell like nothing. As she exited her room, anything she needed inside her skirt's pockets, a glance backwards told her that the room looked perfect. By the time she was far enough away for the glamour to lose effect she would be safe and the town would not think about the pretty young woman who blew in and out.
Satisfied with her clean up, as always, and ignoring that nagging little voice that complained about all her misdeeds, she stepped downstairs to mingle with the evening crowd.
"Red wine perhaps?" she politely asked the bartender. He grinned at her and handed her a pretty wine glass with the dark liquid. She'd made a friend by him when he'd bet on her winning the drinking contest last night. She doubted she'd even have to pay. Sipping at the "Achohal"!!!, she scanned the room for anyone to pass the rest of the daylight with.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carl grumpily hauled his packs and supplies onto an ass that he'd be using to get to this Van Helsing. The monks did not own horses or anything even slightly useful when it came to traveling; a fact that never accured to Carl as annoying until he realized he'd be riding a blasted donkey for a day or two. Why couldn't monks sometimes, just sometimes, be a little less humble about their belongings? They let him make bombs for goodness sake! What was wrong with a horse?
"Pray about it." was the response he got from a friend of his who was helping him to get ready. Carl nodded in agreement, offered a little smile, and set off to find the monster hunter and give him his newest toy. To pass the time he did indeed pray about it. And soon decided that it wasn't so bad for him after all. The donkey had much more to be upset about, after all. He patted the creatures head. "Only a few days, buddy. You're lucky i'm such a little monk. And then we might even get to see how well my inventions work in action."
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Post by Mother of Dragons on Feb 4, 2012 17:18:48 GMT -7
Van Helsing glanced around once again, scanning the growing crowd as people migrated inside for the warm fire and cold drinks. A girl that had just walked up to the bar caught his attention, and his eyebrows narrowed.
Well she's an interesting looking one... she seems very young, but I get an older vibe from her, like she... knows what she's doing? I don't know. He watched for another moment as the bartender gave her a glass of red wine. There's no way she's old enough for that.
Van Helsing stood and walked over to the bar, ignoring the stares he got from several villagers on the way. He sat a few bar stools down from the girl, getting a drink before saying anything. After a moment, he looked over at her and eyed her drink.
"So what kind of wine is that?" he asked casually.
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Lestat shrugged, his smirk still in place as he adjusted his comfortable position on the sofa. He didn't really expect her to relax right away, anyway, and the fact that she was so cautious of him was very amusing. Oh, if she only knew what I was capable of... both for her and against her. Maybe if I talk about myself a bit, she'll trust me a little bit more. That won't be hard; after all, my favorite subject is me! Hell, Louis... you believed me right away, and look how we ended up.
He yawned dramatically and reached over to the end table to the left of the sofa where a corked glass bottle and one empty glass sat. Grabbing the cork at the top of the bottle, Lestat twisted it free with ease with just two fingers. Pouring himself a glass of thick red liquid, Lestat casually looked up at Astrid.
"You must miss enjoying afternoons," Lestat began, his gaze drifting lazily around the main room. "I think that was the first thing I missed; the sun. But then, I was given that gift back by a very special person. Either way, that's a long story I'm sure you're not interested in right now. I'm just surprised you've left France; so many people aspire to live there, and yet, two perfectly fine French people sit... uh, stand," he corrected with a wink, "right here, so far from home. This, however..." He paused, motioning to the open bottle and half-full glass in his hand, "is directly imported from one of my French... vineyards. Surely you're thirsty, mon cherie?" He tried motioning again toward the sofa, offering his glass in her direction.
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Post by Armored Soul on Feb 4, 2012 18:18:03 GMT -7
Astrid shook her head again, unsure if she should move away from the wall just yet. "Thank you, but no." She could tell Lestat was trying to get her relax, but she wouldn't just yet. She could relax when it was nightfall and she could get out of this town. His air of arrogance was no help either. Astrid was even more put off by the way he seemed to love himself. She was starting to take back her decision of following Lestat. But what he mentioned about the sun admittedly intrigued her.
"Sir," Astrid began hesitantly. She had to force the formality out since she didn't have much respect for the vampire. "I noticed you can go in the sunlight... without anything happening. And this 'special person' you mentioned.... I don't mind a long story." She spoke slowly, not shyly but cautiously. She didn't know which grounds were safe to tread around Lestat but this seemed to be okay to talk about.[/size]
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Post by Princess Of Hearts on Feb 4, 2012 19:07:59 GMT -7
Jinx eyed the man lazily. When he'd first walked over and sat just far enough way to be polite, waited just long enough not be obnoxious, she'd assumed he would talk to her, make a pass at her. But a sudden cold drenched her spine as she looked him over. He smells like ash! That little voice shouted in her head. Yet as suddenly as it had come, the fear was gone. What did smelling like ash have to do with anything at all? She mentally shook off the useless fear. "I beleive the bottle read pinot noir." Jinx replied, running a finger dipped in the wine around the rim so it sang. "Would you like a taste?" She lifted the glass, still singing, as if to give him a sip. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carl's trip eventually took him to a small town. He still had a day or two to go on the poor donkey, but they'd traveled for most of the day and they both needed rest. So he entered the inn and got a room for himself and a stable for the poor ass.
"A monk, ey? What would a man of God like you be doing on a mule?" the inn keeper chuckled.
"Spreading the good word works just as well on a donkey as on an elephant." Carl replied with strength. Then he looked bashful and muttered a thanks while paying the man.
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Post by Mother of Dragons on Feb 4, 2012 20:08:00 GMT -7
Van Helsing shook his head, his teeth on edge when the girl spoke: There's something different about her... but she looks normal. What's setting me off here, I wonder? Something isn't right. Could she be... a shape-shifter, maybe? Someone that's good at hiding their true selves, preying on the weak of mind that can't tell the difference. She seems friendly enough, though...
"No, thank you," he replied politely nonetheless. "Though, the reaction I expected toward my question was much different; do you... know who I am?"
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Lestat scoffed, a soft, cat-like purr of a sound that emitted from his lips in a pursed pout. He set the glass down on the end table again, not bothering to drink from it yet. What kind of French woman refuses a drink from a gentleman? he thought incredulously. For one moment, the idea of pouting like a child till she conceded to drink some of his fine, French blood trilled him, he decided against it. She seemed a little too untrusting: What happened to this poor, abandoned child? Does she not understand we all have heartache?
The Brat Prince sat up on his sofa now, putting his elbows on his knees and propping his chin in his hands so he was staring directly at her. He focused his eyes till they shone a solid, glistening silver, pools of confidence and steel. Once more, he motioned toward the sofa.
"I would tell you that a story is worth another story, one secret deserves another secret, but... frankly, Mademosielle D'arque, that bullshit doesn't work in my world. You see... nothing is fair; no one is equal. We make our own way, with our sins and short-comings. No God will help you now, love; I am sorry if I'm the first to tell you this, but I might as well be forward with you: you are right to not trust me, but, at this moment, you have no choice. Here are your options..." He paused, enjoying the silence and the lack of retorts from Astrid; Lestat was an actor, after all, in his time. He loved drama, theatrics, the works.
"You can come cuddle with me on this sofa with the best blood in town... or you can leave this room now, though it will not be in the same... prime condition you arrived in." He leaned back again, running a hand through his golden locks with ease. Shooting her another glance out of the corner of his eye, Lestat added, "Take your time deciding."
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Post by Armored Soul on Feb 4, 2012 20:48:28 GMT -7
What in God's name have I gotten myself into? That's blood in that glass? Astrid pressed her back against the firm wood of the door, hands clenched so tightly her nails drew blood. She tried to calm herself so she could think clearly and properly make her decision. Slowly, she lowered her eyes to the floor to hide the way the orbs told her thoughts.
Calm down and focus. If I try to leave... Did he threaten to hurt me? Kill me? I can't be killed. Not yet. I won't let myself die at the hands of some snooty, French vampire. If I try to run... No, he's so fast. He'd only catch me before I got my hand on the door, I'm sure. Then I have to stay. I really don't have a choice at all. He probably just wanted to see me squirm. Bastard. He's no different. He even said I was right not to trust him. I can't... I can't do this. I'm not angry with him; I'm scared. What's to stop him from hurting me if I don't do what he wants? So I have to. To stay alive. And to keep searching. I'll get out of this, but for now, I must be complacent. Even though all he said I had to do was answer questions. Liar; but there's no fighting him. I will sit, not cuddle. And I will not drink from that glass.[/i] Astrid raised her eyes from the floor, fear and resentment clearly showing them. As she crossed the room, she said, "You get your way." She sat on the couch, but kept a space between her and Lestat, hands still clenched. The pain was just another push to keep her mind focused, but she didn't like the small feeling of blood on her palms.[/font][/color][/size]
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Post by Princess Of Hearts on Feb 4, 2012 20:59:51 GMT -7
Jinx tilted her head to the side in thought, bringing the glass back up to her own lips for a sip. After setting down the glass she turned to face the man fully. They sat there eyeing each other for a moment while Jinx’s mind decided she was getting into trouble. The feeling was oddly… exhilarating. Finally she replied, “Not yet…. Do you think I should to know who you are?” she asked, taking another sip from her wine. The question he’d asked set her on edge. He wasn’t flirting or making passes at her and that in itself was worrysome. The fact was she didn’t know what he wanted and that kept her firmly in her seat. He’s just a human, why am I so worried?
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Post by dushasoul on Feb 4, 2012 23:23:38 GMT -7
Anya disembarked the train with her one small bag in hand. Her long black hair pulled into a curly mess on top of her head. She swept her long, burgundy skirts up in one hand and walked swiftly through the crowd. This was her first time leaving the palace on her own. Mikhail had protested and even attempted to stop her at the gate. He’d always been there beside her to guard and protect her but Anya knew she couldn’t do much as a Queen unless she knew the people she ruled over. Her image was deliberately kept from the public eye. It had been Mikhail’s order to protect the fragile Queen. She was small and often defenseless at first impression. Despite that, she’d insisted and used her compulsion to make him believe it was his idea. She knew it wouldn’t last long but it lasted long enough for her to leave the city far behind.
He won’t be happy when he realizes. Anya thought to herself. She quickly stepped out of the way and a large, rotund man hurried passed her. She blinked at the rudeness as he didn’t even acknowledge that he’d almost run her over. This world is different than I’d thought. She moved towards the wall and stuck to it, hoping for at least a little safety from the bustle of travelers. It had been a long time since Anya ventured out into the world beyond her palace walls. She found it invigorating and frightening at the same time. She was alone. Something she hadn’t had for over 600 years. Her Pure Blood and royal status made sure of that. She knew it was dangerous but she thought it worth it-
“Ah! Pardon, sir.” Anya said politely having walked into a man with his back to her. He turned slightly, a cigarette clenched between his lips. He looked her over a moment then nodded, gesturing with his hand for her to move on ahead. “Thank you.” Anya responded bowing her head slightly and hurried on.
Soon Anya stepped out into the setting sunlight and blinked. She flicked her eyes down to her gloved left hand. Her Lapis Lazuli ring rested safely upon her middle finger, shielding her from the sun’s damaging rays. She smiled and skipped down the steps into the town. Her small leather bag swung carelessly in her right hand. Her heart fluttered with excitement. She looked around at all the daily life, viewing it differently than she had before. People walked passed, most returning home after a long day of work and social occasions. A few watched as the small woman moved down the street alone. A couple teenage boys gawked slightly, having never seen a woman quite so fair. Anya smiled to herself knowing her appearance of early 20’s was alluring to boys that age. She ignored them, however, and continued walking. She knew she needed to find some place to stay before nightfall, and something to eat after that.
She was a little disturbed that she’d have to take a human into the woods and feed on them as she hadn’t done it for a long time. Mostly she was given blood harvested from humans who served the court. Again, Mikhail’s orders. When fresh blood had run low he had offered his own once or twice to her, which was kept secret, as feeding from another vampire was taboo amongst them. Especially feeding from a Pure Blood as they were quickly becoming a rare existence. She sighed passing a tavern along her way.
That’ll probably be the easiest place to find a willing participant. Anya said to herself. She didn’t like the idea of consuming blood from a drunk man but it would be easier for her to hide. She committed the location to memory and moved quickly on, spotting an inn up ahead. She heaved her shoulders in relief and hurried towards it. She could sense the faint presence of blood in the air as she passed by the forest trail entrance. She tilted her head slightly, wondering who had spilt it.
Perhaps I am not the only vampire in this town. What luck to find another so quickly during my travels! Anya quickened her step hoping to discover the presence of a second vampire somewhere nearby.
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