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Post by Mother of Dragons on Feb 5, 2012 21:33:16 GMT -7
Van Helsing glanced over his shoulder for a moment, making sure that no one was listening in on their casual conversation. He honestly wasn't sure what to respond to that question because... well, he didn't know the answer. Van Helsing had no idea where he came from, where he was born, who his parents were, what he did before his job now. The issue was could he tell a good enough story? Something that was believable? Or... should he tell the truth? Why not?
"I don't know," he decided to say, not really caring if Maria believed him or not. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm from heaven; an angel of God sent here to do what I need to do before my life is up."
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Lestat exhaled slowly, sitting up so he could pick up the wine glass sitting, still untouched, on the end table. He eyed Astrid for a moment, unsure if he would upset her with what he was about to do.
Oh, Louis, my dear... how you would love this sad girl; maybe she should have met you and not myself. After all, that would seem to fit her best: the two of you would talk about your feelings, how you despise the fate you've been given, how you're condemned to hell for your lifestyle, living off rats in the sewers and pitiful beasts in the woods. Ugh... the very thought still disgusts me. Would it be best if I bought this French child a ticket on the finest ship sailing to the New World, to your New Orleans? Shall I give her your address in your new home, so you could have a companion that is, finally, on the same page as you? No... I think not. I find this girl entertaining enough to keep around for a while.I want to see what she can do, first of all, with all these powerful emotions...
"I understand," Lestat began, picking up the glass and holding it up to his mouth elegantly. "Don't feel bad, either," he added with a grin. "That's how everyone is the first decade or so; why would you want to willingly drink a liquid that was only meant to stay in your mortal veins? Once upon a time..." He paused and chuckled; the situation was all too familiar to him, yet, this time, he decided to be kinder... for now. He tilted the glass of French blood every so slightly toward Astrid, not bothering to smile or baby her anymore at this moment. "I understand your disdain toward murder at this point, but please take solace in the fact that this blood came from a dying woman that I knew; a friend that gave me her blood in return for a debt owed. Yes, in terms of this bottle, my hands are clean."
It was a lie, of course; the whole last bit of justification he'd added was entirely untrue. The truth was he traveled (in an instant) to France to unjustly collect blood and bottle and preserve it for his travels whenever he pleased. But that was not something Astrid needed to know at this point. I just want her to eat; she's no good to me with barely any blood in her body.
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Anne flexed both of her hands, extremely aware of the piece of metal wedged in the front of her bodice. The sun strung on her exposed skin, sending tendrils of smoke into the air off of her white arms and face. She ignored the pain, stepped forward with her legs in the battle-stance under her skirts, deciding quickly to head right around the shack first. Twisting quickly around the corner, ready for whomever may be waiting for her, one or ten men, but... nothing. Anne continued her slow trek around the back of the tiny house, still seeing no one. Her skin was beginning to blister at this point. She thought back quickly to something Henry told her: with my strong, older blood in your veins, the sun won't hurt you as much as regular younglings; however, you must be careful. You can stay out in strong light for maybe half an hour without bursting into hot, hungry flames, so... be careful.
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Post by Armored Soul on Feb 6, 2012 0:12:22 GMT -7
Astrid had to debate the decision as she stared at the offered glass. First off, was Lestat telling the truth? He had reason to lie to her, just as she had reason to lie to him. Was he though? Being a terrible liar herself, she couldn't tell when others were lying either. But he also had reasons to tell the truth and help her; hell, he'd already done that. He broken through barriers she spent years building in only minutes. Though she scorned herself for being foolish, she decided Lestat wasn't lying. Maybe it was just the hunger getting to her. Lestat's place reeked of blood, fresh and old, she'd stared at her own blood in her palms only moments ago, and that glass had been screaming at her to empty it since she figured out it was blood. Whatever the reason, she couldn't resist it when it was so close to her.
"I appreciate it," Astrid thanked as she carefully took the glass from Lestat. The scent grew stronger the closer she brought the glass to her lips. As if that weren't enough, the taste was overwhelmingly intoxicating; the bliss slid her eyes closed. She relished it, loving the way the liquid slid over her tongue. Every time it was the same, and the feeling was the reason she killed more often than not. She simply had no control once she started. Before she wanted it to be, the glass was empty and she lowered it to hold it in her lap. Her eyes opened again, glazed with dizzy pleasure for a brief second before she blinked and got a hold of herself. It was too good after days of nothing; she wanted more. She wanted to go out and leave this whole town dry. Hastily, she dismissed the disturbing thought before it got anymore detailed and out of control. "I really appreciate it."[/size]
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Post by Princess Of Hearts on Feb 6, 2012 11:54:40 GMT -7
Jinx stared at Van Helsing for a long time. “Well, assuming you’re not completely drunk, that answer is the strangest thing I’ve ever heard.” She finally commented with a laugh, lifting her glass towards to bartender and asking him for another glass. One the shaking man was gone she took a long swallow and faced Van Helsing square on again. Her rage was still masked, but curiousity began to leak into her anger.
Does this murderer truly believe, for a moment, that any God would accept him for burning people but reject a so-called monster for surviving? He must me a lunatic, truly. If i really can kill him, should I?
While Jinx tusseled with her own questions, she asked Van Helsing one to continue their conversation and keep him talking. “So what exactly do you want to accomplish before your life is… up?” she paused and leaned forward a little bit on the last word so they were sitting closer, almost intimately. She wasn't sure if she wanted him relaxed or uncomfortable, so she left his reaction to their distane up to him.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After the sun had set and the dreams woke him, Carl groggily got to his feet. “What a horrid dream… what a hard day.” He mumbled, pulling on his robes and collecting some money for dinner. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and did a quick prayer as habit after waking up.
Once downstairs in the inn’s bar he ordered a quick meal and at it while listening to the folk around him. As the dreams disappeared into nothing and the waking world became real again, he felt a smile cross his face. It was nice to be around loud people again—if a little odd. Pulling a book from his robes, the book from his dreams if he remembered it anymore, he set about eating and reading and relaxing.
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Post by Mother of Dragons on Feb 6, 2012 13:10:58 GMT -7
Van Helsing wasn’t sure how to respond; he could tell he’d made the girl nervous a little bit, and that was a small flag for him, but she was extremely good at hiding her emotions. Is it some kind of trick, a magic that I’m unaware of? Maybe that’s why she was sitting by herself?
“I’d just like to do enough good deeds to make sure my life was worth living,” he responded casually, making sure to add in a little shrug for effect. Then he suddenly had an idea: it was ridiculous and there was no way in hell it would work, but… why not try?
“If you’re so curious,” he began again, glancing over at Maria from underneath the brim of his hat, “you can tag along on my next job this evening. The pay is damn good and the work is pretty simple once you know a few rules. I’ll be heading out here soon, actually. We’ll split the money and the spoils right down the middle. Interested?”
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Lestat watched Astrid, smiling. He could tell how complicated it was for her to complete the simple task of drinking, but every time would make it easier; at least that’s what they all say: it was easy as hell for me from the start.
“Any time, Mademoiselle,” he replied smoothly, taking the empty glass from her and refilling it. He hoped that, this time, if he kept the wine glass in his hand, she would ask for it herself. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
He glanced over his shoulder out the window at the setting sun; there was maybe an hour of light left in the day. Would Astrid agree to hunt with him in the evening? No, he wasn’t hungry; one meal could last him a week to a month, depending on his mood. It’s more out of curiosity that I’d want to take her out and see what she can do. Nothing, I’m sure, but it would definitely be fun to see her in action.
“I have to ask, love,” Lestat added after a moment of silence, “what kind of… leads do you have on your Edmond? Are you following a trail, or can you identify his smell? Even if you’re not a skilled hunter, I’m very interested to hear your tracking tactics.”
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Anne took another deep breath before she rounded the last corner of the shack she hadn’t checked yet. Her eyes were beginning to tear up from the pain of the light of the fading sun, and she knew she had to move quickly. Stepping around the final side, Anne still found nothing.
“Damn it all to hell,” she snapped aloud, frustrated. Just as she finished the sentence, Anne smelled something behind her; it wasn’t human and it wasn’t a vampire from what she could tell, and she spun on the spot, her hand going to the small metal rope in her bodice. Before she could grab it, though, a blunt object smashed into the side of her face again. Dizzied but not completely stunned, Anne’s right arm darted out and grabbed flesh, digging her nails into her attacker’s forearm that she’d caught. You are not getting away with that again.
“Ah, ah, little Annie,” a deep male voice suddenly sounded close to her ear. “Yes, we are all damned to hell, but you’re not dead yet.”
Anne quickly spun the mysterious man’s arm in her grip, trying to turn him enough that she could pin him against the side of the shack, but the man was strong; he fought her vampiric strength easily, and, with his free hand, pulled out a white cloth that he held up to her face. The smell was overwhelming; Anne had to bite her lip to stop a scream, only a small whimper escaping: the cloth was soaked with holy water. She’d only seen this dirty trick recently, a new development the church seemed to have thought of to practically combat people like her. After all, just tossing buckets of holy water around wasn’t very effective, but infusing pieces of cloth with the damn liquid was a brutal idea.
She had to back up until her own back hit the creaky wall of the shack to avoid the cloth in the man’s hand, her arms held out slightly away from either of her sides. Anne took the few moments of the man’s advantage to take in his appearance: he was extremely tall with dark, Italian skin and black hair. His broad shoulders were twice the size of her own, his clothing all natural shades of brown, black, and dark green like the terrain around them. Her eyes quickly searched him for any more immediately visible weapons, but she could see none; she figured they were hidden in his coat or on his back, which she could see none of. The man’s face showed considerable age, at least twice her own, and his eyes were dark, colorless pools. He dropped a bloodied rock from his other hand onto the leafy ground, keeping the other armed with the holy water cloth close to her face. He’s got a lot of confidence to just stand in front of me depending on that stupid kerchief and strength alone. Who the hell is this guy?
“Do you want to tell me what’s going on here?” Anne demanded, aware of the blood running down the side of her face from the healing wound on the side of her head. The man did not respond, but stepped forward quickly and grabbed both of her wrists. Anne hissed angrily, fighting with all the strength she had in her cornered position, and cried out in pain when her attacker managed to get both of her wrists in one of his large hands. He pinned her arms above her head against the shack, wrapping her wrists loosely in the cloth. Anne ground her teeth as her skin began to burn uncontrollably, tears beginning to stream down her face. She wanted to fight, to move, to use her one available weapon with the sun up, but this man’s strength was ten times that of the metal bonds that had held her not half an hour ago.
The man laughed quietly at her pain. “You don’t get to ask questions, understand? We just need to know what you know, and we’ll let you live. Simple, right?”
She leaned forward and spat in the man’s face, baring her fangs in the process. “We?” Anne snapped, biting her lip till she drew blood. “Who the hell are you and how do you know my name?”
Her captor snarled back and tightened his grip on her wrists, the cloth burning through her top layer of skin completely now. Anne screamed, kicking her boots up at the man to no avail. As she struggled, he spotted the metal rope poking out of the top of her bodice and rudely ripped the piece out, scratching her skin badly in the process. Anne’s head was spinning from all the pain at this point, and she barely noticed as her captor used the metal rope to tie her bloodied, slowly healing wrists back together. He moved the holy water cloth close to her throat now.
“Are you done now?” he asked, a nasty grin on his face. “Good. Answer the questions properly and I won’t burn a hole right through to your windpipe. Nod if you understand.”
Anne’s fear rose again, amazed at her attacker’s strength. Grinding her teeth and glaring, she curtly nodded.
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Post by Armored Soul on Feb 6, 2012 13:39:37 GMT -7
Astrid's eyes stayed on the glass, wanting it, begging for it, but unable to bring herself to ask for it. She couldn't reduce herself to actually asking for blood; she wouldn't. It was hard, it always was, to resist the allure of the red liquid. She licked her lips, but still remained silent until Lestat asked his next question. That was an embarrassing one. How to answer without making herself look like a total imbecile?
"It's hard to explain," She began cautiously, forcing her eyes away from the blood. "I get this feeling sometimes. It's like I know when he's near. But it's not a bad feeling... and that's what I hate about it. It's this... need, this dependency; and I don't want it. But that feeling just leaves sometimes and I'm left with nothing again. It makes me think that I'm not the one doing the tracking." Her eyes had gone back to the blood. It was like a drug, and she felt she needed it to calm down. She opened her mouth, nearly asked for the glass, and then closed it again..
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Kain shrugged and nodded at the same time. He knew that would be Aidou’s answer, and he didn’t really mind it. He was ready to go out and kill a few people himself. Not just for him, but for Aidou as well; Aidou had done the work last night and Kain had rudely refused the prize. So he would make it up to the chipper blonde tonight. He put an arm around Aidou’s shoulder and pulled him into a bear hug. The hug was over as quickly as it was initiated, but it was all Kain needed right now. He had the rest of the night to spend with his little vampire after all.
Aidou grinned and took Kain’s larger hand in his smaller one and led the slightly grumpy vampire out of their rom and down to the area of the bar where humans ate, drank, and ‘socialized.’ Aidou loved these kinds of run-down places. Compared the high-class things he had to do with his political and social standing in the vampire world, these bars at inns were the perfect getaway. He knew Kain didn’t approve, but he never exactly protested outright either. The only sense of disturbance Aidou ever got from Kain was his body language. Even now, Kain’s grip on Aidou’s hand tightened as they sat at the bar together.
Kain was the one to order drinks for them while Aidou was already looking around the place to find who he wanted for the night. There were girls walking around the tables and asking people what they wanted, tough looking traveling men with scowls on their faces, a few beautiful girls (Aidou’s pinned them as diamonds-in-the-rough), and a monk who seemed very absorbed in his reading. Elegantly, Aidou sighed. He just couldn’t make up his mind; they all would be fun but he only flirted with girls (they were the only ones who flirted back besides his Kain).
“Akatsuki,” Aidou tugged Kain’s sleeve to get his attention away from his brandy. “I can’t choose. There’re so many people and they all look like fun.”
“Go pick another girl,” Kain replied drearily, his attention right back on his brandy. He wasn’t really involved in the liquor; he was feeling the emotions of the people in the room and trying to decide who would be the least trouble to get out of here and up to their room.
“Aaaaw,” Aidou wined, swirling his own glass. “I want different blood tonight!”[/size]
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Post by Princess Of Hearts on Feb 6, 2012 16:13:04 GMT -7
Jinx felt her hand twitch in an attempt of her body to illustrate her writhing emotions and questions. She’d expected to have to lure him out; it startled her to hear him invite her along instead. She watched his expression and tried to figure out if this was a trap. Could he know what she was? And if he didn’t, what could he be thinking making an offer like this?
“What sort of job could I possibly help you with?” She asked, narrowing her eyes slightly and as if to ask if he was joking. “What you do must be nothing very serious if you’d ask a girl in a bar to join you. Not that I’m saying no, of course. I’m not foolish enough to pass up a decent job.”
Jinx kept eye contact with Van Helsing, trying to decide what to do. Should she see what he had up his sleeve and risk him outsmarting her? That risk was small and the reward for outsmarting him was so great. Or should she run for the hills and let someone else take care of the murderer while she continued ‘moving on’? Her ego, emotions, and conscience all argued over these questions while she waited for his answer. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carl noticed out of the corner of his eye two very good looking young men enter the inn. For some reason they gave him the shivers and he felt the urge to make the sign of the cross. Instead he rolled his shoulders back to relax and returned his attention to his book. It was an old one about demon creatures of all sorts and he thought it would be useful for identifying them if he ever had need. Meanwhile his dinner, what was left of it after his slow munching, grew cold.
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Post by Mother of Dragons on Feb 6, 2012 22:14:04 GMT -7
Van Helsing decided now was the time to cut the theatrics; this girl seemed like she could keep going with the pleasantries forever, but small talk and persuasiveness were not his strong suit. He cleared his throat and rolled his eyes, putting the money down on the bar that he owed for his shots.
“You’re not some bar girl,” he began as if this were obvious. “There’s something… different about you.” The hunter flexed his hands and frowned before continuing, “The job is simple; there are some people that have broken the law, and they need to be taken in because of this. If they resist, we take no prisoners. And you look like you can hold your own in a fight. Or… am I wrong?”
She might be one of them, he thought as he waited for her reply. But which one could she be? Wouldn’t it be obvious if fate’s prophecy meant for me to meet all these people? And if they’re on the other side of this fight than I am, I’d be right in guessing that she isn’t human. If I take her out on this new job with me, I can see her true colors. If not… then I guess it just isn’t meant to be.
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Lestat thought for a moment; this girl’s maker seemed to be an advanced vampire, one that could have such a strong emotional hold over Astrid at such a distance. Well now I’m just a little bit insulted that some older, vampiric bastard decided to toy with this girl just because he could. That’s supposed to be my job, and, by the devil, this world will fall apart if I don’t keep my reputation with me! No, this isn’t personal, but it touches my pride, and that’s something only my Louis should be able to do.
“Well, darling,” he started decisively, sitting up fully on the sofa and, with as much theatric joy as he could summon, slowly drained the wine glass of all its contents. “I have an offer for you, a deal that not many are ever offered but thousands would die for.” He took a moment to enjoy the severity of the words, his eyes glistening with the delight of having an audience, if only one person. "Judging by the fact that you’re still here and haven’t tried to leave, no matter what I’ve said, tells me you’ve got courage, and your motivation is pretty damn clear as well. Look at me,” Lestat insisted, glancing over Astrid’s shoulder to admire himself in the mirror for a moment before making eye contact again. “I’ll teach you things you could only ever dream of, in even your new immortal body. Oh, you have no idea of the Dark Gifts that are available, just a drop of blood away, a moment of ecstasy and power that you should feel no shame in. I kill indiscriminately, mon cherie, just like the God the humans believe in. We are special the way that we are, despite what the rest of the damned world seems to think. Here’s an idea, love, that you should throw around in your head: you cannot stop your Edmond if you find him tomorrow, or a week from now, with your lack of skills. I’ll help you, and all you have to do in return is trust me, of course, and let me help you rip this vampire’s head off.”
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Anne’s head was pounding, both from the injuries she’d sustained to it that were healing slowly in the stinging sun and how hard she was now pressing her head back against the wall of the shack to avoid the damn cloth this man was holding so close to her throat. I have no idea what’s going on here, she thought hurriedly, trying not to let her panic show on her face. I’ve never done anything wrong to another immortal, and I’ve been good about my trail when it comes to feeding, so… this man must have the wrong person, yet… he called me little Annie, something only my dead mother and Henry have ever gotten away with saying. Could it be that this man is an enemy of Henry’s, and he’s coming after me because my love is…? No. I’m sure this asshole’s questions will open some doors for me, too, and I’ve just got to make sure all my answers are adequate so I don’t have to feel that holy water again. If I can reply slow enough that the sun will go down before he’s finished, maybe I can turn this fight around.
Only a few seconds had passed since Anne conceded to the man’s demand and nodded. He was watching her closely, his dark, emotionless eyes making her shiver. “Right,” he started now. “We’ll start with something simple: where is Henry?”
Anne’s heart skipped a beat and a fresh wave of fury rolled through her; she hated the way her love’s name sounded coming out of this monster’s mouth, how he asked about someone so special so casually… it made her want to rip out those damned eyes with her bare hands and drain every drop of blood from his body while he still lived and breathed. Yet she knew that “I don’t know,” the honest answer, would be what would get her hurt even further.
“I haven’t seen him in almost four years,” she replied, annoyed at how shaky and terrified her voice sounded. Every muscle in her body tensed, anticipating the burn of the cloth again, but she felt nothing.
“Fine,” he snapped, extremely unsatisfied with her answer, but apparently not very upset. “Next question: where is your Key?”
To this, Anne had no idea what to say; her panic rose even further and she had to blink tears of fear out of her eyes. A key for what? This… this makes no sense? Henry, what have we gotten ourselves into?
“I…” she started uncertainly. “I don’t know what you’re-” Anne flinched when the man growled in frustration and moved the cloth closer to her throat.
“Answer the question!” he snapped. Anne didn’t know what to do; the question meant nothing to her, and she knew that she might die because of it.
“Just leave me the fuck alone!” she cried suddenly, unable to hold all her terror and anger back anymore. “I don’t know, so just get off me, you son of a-”
The man cut her off by pressing the cloth hard against Anne’s mouth and chin, smoke and the smell of burning flesh filling the air. Anne’s eyes rolled back in her head as her shrieks of pain were muffled as she kicked and fought to get away from the holy water that was smarting and blistering her lips, lower cheeks, and chin. Mercifully, he didn’t hold it in place for long, and, when the cloth was finally removed, Anne’s head was spinning so badly she couldn’t see straight.
“That’s what happens when you argue with that kind of language,” he snarled. “Now… tell me where your Key is and I’ll let you go.”
Anne barely heard the words the man was saying; her lower jaw felt like it was going to fall off, as if half of her face wasn’t going to heal, slowly or not. She ground her teeth and carefully flexed her fingers, the pain keeping her conscious. She tilted her head backward so she could see the horizon… and smiled: the sun had finally gone down and night had fallen.
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Post by dushasoul on Feb 6, 2012 22:47:49 GMT -7
Nearly an hour passed as the sun slipped down further under the horizon. Anya opened her eyes, meeting the ceilings plain sight once again. She sighed audibly and sat up her hand bumping against her traveling bag. She turned her head to look at it a moment then stood turning to rummage through it. A change of clothes was necessary if she wanted to go into the forest. Her long skirt and thick blouse wouldn't allow much mobility. Not if she wanted to be and quick as possible. Quickly, Anya undressed from her traveling clothes and slipped into the slightly shorter skirt. She dug through her bag once more and pulled out a blouse that was tailored to follow her every curve. She danced lightly over towards the mirror that stood upon the dresser and looked into it, examining her reflection. She pouted a little having not been able to bring along a better selection of clothing. Even so, she knew it wouldn't do well if she were to stand out as a high class, not to mention a royal. So she had bought a few sets of clothing along the way, packing lightly as she could.
Anya sighed spinning on her heel and faced the door. She pulled the pins from her hair and let the ebony locks fall down about her waist. A few tendrils framed her face making her already porcelain skin appear white as snow in contrast. She shook her head letting them dance a little and pinched her cheeks to give them a slightly rosy color. I suppose I mustn't waste anymore time. If I am correct, the other vampire should be venturing out shortly. Or...vampires? Anya had noticed it while she was in her sleep-like state. She wasn't positive but she'd thought she sensed two distinct vampiric entities. It made sense, traveling together. She imagined it would stave off the feelings of loneliness. Anya picked up her key to the room and slipped it into her pocket before heading out the door. She skipped lightly down the hallway then moved down the stairs passing by a couple of men who seemed to have already had their fair share of alcohol for the night. She scrunched up her nose at the scent and shook her head. That much liquor in the blood was bound to ruin the taste. Anya sighed moving down the stairs until she reached the bar area. She looked around spotting several small groups of people, all seemed to be travelers. Which made things easier. The townspeople would be less alarmed if a traveler seemed a little...odd after following her into the forest. Anya thought for a moment then spotted a place at the bar a little out of the way. Surely one of these gentlemen won't let a woman sit alone for a while. Anya moved through the evening crowd and passed by a few tables on her way to sit in the solitary corner. She flicked her eyes about surveying the area. She tilted her head slightly, noticing a couple of young men. Appearing to be younger than her, but the air about them gave her the impression that they were more than human. She turned her vision from them and turned her attention to the small cup of water she'd requested. Her fingernails drummed along the side, anxious to know if she would be able to successfully lure someone out with her, without having to use her compulsion. She hated using it, for it denied the mind's free will. She preferred a willing participant. Well, as far as coming along with her. She'd never reveal herself to a human or any other creature, fearing the consequences. Compulsion was reserved for erasing the memories of her victims.
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Post by Princess Of Hearts on Feb 7, 2012 13:46:04 GMT -7
Jinx drank the last of her wine and waved to the bartender, setting down her own payment plus a nice tip. Then her attention returned to the hunter. She had her answer as to what she would do. Jinx dismissed his query about her fighting ability with shrug and asked her own question. “Might I ask what you claim these people did wrong?" She stood up while speaking to give herself height and look down at the hunter. Although still confused and on edge about the whole situation, his dismissal of their banter broke most of the tension she’d been feeling. They both knew something was up in the other’s head. Soon everything would be out in the open, on both sides. It was just a matter of getting there at the right pace and not letting him get the upper hand.
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Post by Armored Soul on Feb 8, 2012 15:42:04 GMT -7
Astrid watched as Lestat drained the cup, feeling just a little remorseful that she hadn’t said anything to request it. But stronger than the remorse was her conviction to not become indulgent in blood. She still clung to bits of her humanity and feared too much of the stuff would take that away from her. She finally drew her gaze away from the cup when Lestat demanded her attention. Admittedly, the eye contact still made her uneasy, but she just couldn’t look away from the older vampire. What he said was a lot to process for her.
Did he say “Dark Gifts?” What does that mean? I’ve shattered a couple glasses and there was that time that tree conveniently fell… but I don’t think that’s what he’s talking about. Those were just coincidences. And… can I get along with someone who kills whoever they want and has some kind of complex with God? I don’t understand why he thinks he’s “special” either. Vampires are monsters. Isn’t God right to send hunters after them? But this deal of his… Lestat wants to help me? Am I understanding this right? All I have to do is “trust” him and he’ll help me find Edmond and kill him? I don’t know why he does. Should I ask? Does it matter? He’s on my side. Right…?
“Okay,” She finally agreed out loud. “You’ve got a deal. But! But… I can’t just trust you. I-I might need some time with that part.”
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"Alright; please keep your voice down,” Kain sighed at Aidou’s outburst. One of the downsides to Aidou being so comfortable with existing as a vampire was the blonde’s lack of tact when it came to being in the open. He noticed a new addition to the bar’s occupancy, but wasn’t quite intrigued by the young woman’s appearance. The emotions she was exuding were a different story though. Confident and coy, the woman held Kain’s attention for a moment until Aidou tugged at his sleeve. “What?”
“Are you looking at her too?” Aidou smiled at Kain, though he wasn’t feeling so happy anymore. He’d noticed the new woman once Kain started turning his head. “I don’t like her; she smells funny. Let’s find someone else.”
Kain nodded, feeling Aidou’s fear. Maybe it would be better if they just moved on and found someone on the road. He didn’t like feeling Aidou this uncomfortable. “Do you want to leave? It may be easier to pick up a traveler along the road. You can have all the fun you’d like out there.”[/size]
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