the unexpected visitor (lord xavier)

[Lord Xavier]

The vampire lord grinned when he saw the injured woman jump at the sound of his voice, this was exactly what he wanted from her. All he needed to do now was to break her spirit and make her his own, before the night was over she would be referring to him as her master and obey his every command. But for the moment he remained in the shadows, his pearly white teeth glistening in the dark like a Cheshire Cat's – it wouldn't be long before they would be deep into her throat.

He laughed a little after she had finished, rolling his eyes up to the sky as he spoke, eyes automatically picking out the constellations. "This isn't about me gaining satisfaction, human. This is about me having a little fun exploiting your weaknesses." Lord Xavier lowered his head, dragging his maroon eyes away from the stars in the sky. Laughing darkly as he spoke, "An aspiring artist and psychoanalyst? But you're so wrong, human." He continued to laugh as she fumbled around in the dark for reasons behind his behaviour, she was becoming more and more amusing.

The vampire stepped forward, resting his hands on the bench, he looked down upon the human woman. Having watched her sit up, he put his face close to hers, running his tongue across his top lip as he looked at her mouth. "Very clever, human." He laughed, inhaling deeply on the last chuckle, switching his eyes to lock with her own. "Would you believe me if I told you that I'm older than this country of yours?" He leaned back, slipping his hands into his trouser pockets, "But you've read too many fairy tales for your own good."

Looking around to make sure there were no more irritating little hunters ready to jump out and blow his brains out, the vampire lord pulled his right hand out of his pocket and slipped it within his jacket once more. Within a few seconds, he had withdrawn the silver Jekyll pistol and held it across his chest as he looked back to the woman. "Perhaps I'd better put you out of your misery," he admitted, pointing the pistol straight at her face. "If only to shut you up."

Word count: 375 • Tag: Rowan

[rowan kestrel amber]

So he was trying to find her weaknesses? That sounded almost as interesting as she was trying to get away from him. She wasn't easy to scare and this little affair wasn't putting her at ease either though. She was very much scared that she wouldn't be able to walk again, but it was the fact that she seemed almost interested in the man to not shut up when he came out from the shadows.

No, she wasn't surprised that he could be older than the United States. She wasn't even an American. "I'd like to point out, that I'm not a bloody American. I'm Canadian."

[/color] Rowan didn't want to be labeled as American, when she wasn't. She may have had residence in New York, but she often went back home to familiarize herself with the place she grew up in. Not the busy life of New York with the rude drivers and the idiots who couldn't get a job.

Rowan closed her mouth when she saw the pistol pointing at her face. As much as she liked living, she wasn't scared of death, only that her image stayed intact when she died so her family wouldn't ask about what happened to their daughter to have her face disfigured. Obviously he didn't like that she wouldn't shut up. But what was she suppose to do? She was sitting there in her own pool of blood on the bench and slowly bleeding to death. What did he expect her to do? Just sit there and hope for a way out of dying a slow and painful death?

Feeling something crawling on her hand, Rowan jumped in surprise to see a spider crawling on her hand. She flicked it off, but managed to fall of the bench in the process of shaking the spider loose, giving a small cry of surprise from one of the things she was terrified of. Landing on the ground, she let out a cry of pain as pain shot through her left leg as it hit the ground. She tried to contain herself, but the spider had all but ruined it for her.


Lyrics: What You Mean To Me by Sterling Knight
Outfit; first post
Location; abandoned buildings
Starring; lord xavier
Words; 356
Notes; [/font][/size][/justify][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Lord Xavier]

With the gun still inches from the woman's face, the vampire kept his eyes locked with her own, smiling as she corrected him. "Canadian or American, I'm still much older than both countries." Xavier shrugged his shoulders, rolling his head from left to right and flexing the fingers of his left hand. He was going to enjoy blowing this girl's brains out, because the more he thought about it, the less and less he wanted to turn her into a vampire – the world was overpopulated by pretenders, frauds and imitators, the last thing it needed was another fledgling vampire hanging around.

"Goodbye, Rowan." Without another moment of thought, he squeezed the trigger and sent another bullet hurtling down the barrel of the gun. But it didn't connect with its intended target; in fact, it missed her completely as she rolled off the bench in the same instance. The vampire narrowed his eyes in irritation, wondering if the gods had rolled the dice and intervened when it came to this human. Perhaps they had grand plans waiting for this woman, tonight was not her night to die but, rather, to be reborn.

Xavier let his hand swing down to his side, his finger still resting against Jekyll's trigger. In one grand step, he stepped up onto the bench and looked down at the woman as she lay on the ground, "That spider just saved your life, so perhaps you should be a little more forgiving of its appearance." Keeping his large pistol by his side, the vampire lord crouched on the bench so he could whisper to the human and she could get a better look at his face while he spoke.

"Are you happy as a human, Rowan?" It wasn't every night that he turned a human into one of his own; he much preferred eating humans than biting them. But the dice had been cast, he would have to stick to his original intention of turning this little creature into a child of the night after all. Would she struggle? Would she try and drag her disgusting form towards safety before she ever let him anywhere near her throat? Would she really turn down the offer of becoming a god?

Word count: 371 • Tag: Rowan

[rowan kestrel amber]

Rowan felt almost thankful for the spider scaring the life out of her and making her jump off the bench just before the pistol went off and tore into her face, killing her instantly. Sitting on the ground she was biting her lips to keep any sound in and any noise from coming out. Obviously he wasn't going to try and shoot her again as she watched him jump up onto the bench to look down upon her and then crouch down to still be looking down upon her. The spider seemed to annoy him just as much as it scared her.

"Are you happy as a human, Rowan?" she didn't quite know how to respond to that. Tonight she wasn't happy to be human, being blown to pieces because some vampire thought it to be fun to do. "Tonight I'm not. I haven't exactly been the happiest person in the world, you can't have everything and being human has nothing to it."

[/color] Rowan had exactly been the happiest person, even before the night. Maybe it had been her selfish ways to not mingle with people her own age or go enjoy life, instead of wasting it away drawing every day and night with no friends and no social life. She wasn't exactly a people person and avoided confrontations at all costs.

She felt tired, just sitting there, most likely due to the lack of blood in her system as it bled out onto the ground. Rowan lied down on her right side to avoid giving herself more unwanted pain by lying on her left. She couldn't remember any happy times she had, from living here in New York. She hadn't done anything a normal 21 year-old would have done, she kept mostly to herself to avoid anyone else that may have sparked an interest to know her. She was too shy to go to things by herself, but her brother was in Vancouver, so she couldn’t exactly have him go with her to anything in New York or back home in Toronto or Montreal.

Maybe she was accepting her fate, dying here in an abandoned area with a vampire watching over her as she died slowly. "I don't want to die, sure no one will miss me expect my family, but I don't want to die…"[/color] she whispered unsure of how she wanted to end the sentence, but left it at that, unsure of what the vampire would do with her now. She had stopped questioning his motives, understanding that at any movement he could have easily ended her life with a pull to the trigger of his pistols. Though her thoughts were of what would he do with her now, that he tried to kill her once, but missed? Would he try again? Or leave her to bleed out?


Lyrics: What You Mean To Me by Sterling Knight
Outfit;
Location; abandoned buildings
Starring; lord xavier
Words; 471
Notes; [/font][/size][/justify][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Lord Xavier]

Still crouching on the bench, the vampire cocked his head to the side, listening closely to the woman, listening to her tone, she was gradually slipping further and further into the afterlife. It wouldn't be long now before she was being dragged off to meet her maker, where he would tear her body and soul apart over and over again for the rest of eternity – the pain she felt now was a far cry from the pain she would feel in the afterlife; if anything, he was going easy on her.

Watching her lie down on her side, repeating the she didn't want to die, the vampire lord shoved Jekyll back inside his jacket, and sat down on the bench. Resting his elbows upon his knees, interlocking his fingers and resting his chin on top of his hands, Xavier looked down at the poor little creature as she bled to death. "I'm going to watch you die, Rowan, right in front of me. I'm going to watch as your heart slows to a halt and your brain fizzles out." He chuckled as he watched blood squirting from the wound on her leg; he would leave her to die, let her experience a few seconds of hell (which feels like an eternity) only to drag her back into existence, so she could live as a vampire.

Continuing to chuckle, the vampire leaned back on the bench and allowed his arms to rest on its back, palms brushing against the splintered wood. He would sit there as long as it would take for her to die, listening as the last breath escaped her lungs before he drank the last few drops of her blood, to transform her into a vampire. Perhaps he wouldn't eat her leg, perhaps allowing her to see a few seconds of hellfire was enough punishment for being so indescribably irritating as a human. All he had to do now was to wait for her to die.

Word count: 328 • Tag: Rowan

[rowan kestrel amber]

The thought of death ran across her mind so many times it felt like it wasn't real as she felt herself slowly slipping away, minute by minute. Rowan didn't want to die out here, she wanted to be surrounded by family to know that she had been loved instead of out in an area alone, with no one to say good bye to her. She felt miserable even lying there with the pain rushing through her body from her leg.

Rowan could hear Xavier going on about how he was going to watch her die there than help her. Maybe that was normal for a vampire who didn't have to experience death again, but what did he felt when he lost a love one? Did he feel remorse or regret that he couldn't help them or save them from death?

"Please help me.. Don't let me die. What if you had the chance to help a family member of yours from death, would you save them or would you let them die?"

[/color] Rowan's voice was hardly more than a whisper as she looked at Xavier trying to figure him out or at least in a way that he could help her from dying.


She tried to reach for her bag to grab one of the two sketchbooks, but her fingers fell short from grabbing the bag. She felt her heartbeat slow as she tried to fight for life to grab the sketchbook to see it one last time, to try and find something that would make her happy once more before her last breath. Her breathing was heavy, as life started to fad away from her. Her hand collapsed onto the handle of the bag before she could get anything out. Closing her eyes she saw Xavier's figure one last time as that last breath came closer.

Lyrics: What You Mean To Me by Sterling Knight
Outfit;
Location; abandoned buildings
Starring; lord xavier
Words; 307
Notes; Kind of sluggish of a post. [/font][/size][/justify][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Lord Xavier]

Sitting quietly on the bench, the vampire lord patched a link to the dying girl's mind, reading her thoughts as she slowly slipped away from reality. He could hear her constant plea of not wanting to die, hammering away at the inside of his skull. Breaking the link, growing tired of her constant whining, Xavier leaned his head back, closing his eyes as he did so. Soon she would be dead and everything would be so calm, so silent that he could take her body inside one of the abandoned buildings and begin cleaving the flesh from her bones.

He sighed deeply, opening his eyes and being confronted by countless stars hanging in the firmament; tilting his head forward when he found them all to be too overpowering. Listening as she tried to pander to his emotions, he laughed darkly and replied, "Pleading to my emotions won't help you, human." Leaning forward, looking down at the woman once more, he continued, "To tell you the truth, I'm the reason most of my family are dead." Smiling he ran a hand through his grey hair. "And most of them ended up on my dinner table to sustain me."

Cocking his head, still looking at the human female, he pulled a cigarette from the case and pushed it between his lips. "I'm going to watch you die. I'm going to watch as you're dragged screaming into the pits of hell." Concentrating for a second, the end of the cigarette lit itself.

Pulling it out of his mouth, sending a great plume of smoke into the night-time air, the vampire lord leant back against the bench. "And just a second before it's too late, I'll drag you back into existence... but not before He has taken your soul." And the reason he was doing this was because, thanks to his twisted logic, he thought she'd value her existence as a vampire a little more if she knew what was waiting after death. He couldn't stand the vampires who didn't value the great gift that had been bestowed upon them.

Word count: 346 • Tag: Rowan

[rowan kestrel amber]

Opening her eyes once more, she tried to find a way to grab her sketchbook, at least the one with the sunsets and sunrises, to see them once more, before she finally faded away. She pulled the sketchbook out by its spiral bound top, opening it to the first sketch she had done of a sunrise. Her eyes couldn't see it very well, but it would have been of light colors and a bright sun peaking up over the horizon.

Rowan seemed overly lost as she rolled onto her back to see the stars above her. She watched as one floated by, but she could have swore it was an airplane as her eyes closed, her lungs filling with the last breath as she faded away. She had looked almost peaceful minus the expression of pain on her face, and her hand trying to grab her sketchbook one last time.

Looking around Rowan felt completely lost. Where was Xavier in this madness? Where was anyone for that matter? The air around her felt hot and stuffy and it looked deserted. Where was she? What was it that Xavier was saying before she finally closed her eyes for the last time, something about being dragged to the pits of hell? She felt so lost here and almost lonely. Not as much as confusion was running through her mind about the location of where she was, with the red hue and hot humidity. Was this truly the hell that Xavier spoke of?

She tried to remember all of what Xavier said before she faded, but it seemed so hard to find the words that were spoken as all she was trying to do was fight for her life and she seemed to fail at that even as she tried to view her sketches one last time. Was this going to be her prison now that she was sent somewhere, where she was lost and confused? She wanted to run to find the exit door to get out to get back to her family, back to her brother to see him one last time. If only she could find a way out of this madness...

Lyrics: What You Mean To Me by Sterling Knight
Outfit;
Location; abandoned buildings
Starring; lord xavier
Words; 362
Notes;

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[Lord Xavier]

Xavier watched, still smoking his cigarette, as her hands blindly fumbled with her bag, desperately clawing at her precious sketchbooks. She revealed one of her drawings, a depiction of a sunrise, the last one she would ever see before he was through with her. His maroon eyes watched as her chest heaved one last time, her eyes filled with fear as she slipped into unconsciousness, slowly dispelling her last breath. And as she let this last breath out of her body, the vampire lord threw the cigarette to the side and dropped to his knees.

Kneeling beside the woman, he grabbed one of her wrists with a pallid hand, feeling her pulse slow down to a crawl before snuffing out completely. By every standard, Rowan was a corpse and she was already on her way down to see Xavier's maker. The Hebrew God had nothing to do with corpses, he played with the earth as a child does with an ant farm, and the only time a soul was taken upstairs was if there was an angel in the vicinity. But as there were no angels hanging around, Xavier grinned as he imagined the human standing in the sulphur-filled lands below, everything red as blood, souls screaming as demons tore them limb from limb, only to grow them back a second later.

Waiting until the last possible second, Xavier tightened his grip on the girl's wrist as he leaned in closer. Running his tongue over his lips, grinning at the thought of reanimating this corpse while Lucifer played with its soul. The vampire opened his mouth wide, his canines extending further and further until they burst the skin of the dead girl, two black beads of blood running down her already cold neck.

Closing his maroon eyes, he drank deeply, trying to find the last of her blood as so much of it had already spilled out of her leg and onto the ground. But find blood he did, his eyes flashed open and became crimson in colour as he sucked the last of her life-source from her neck. And he was right all along, it tasted so sweet, like biting into a juicy apple, the blood running down the sides of his mouth. He wouldn't leave a single drop in her body, he drank greedily from her neck, but before long she would be dragged back into reality, no longer human.

Quickly, he leaned back, panting as he stared up into the sky with his mouth covered in the young woman's blood. His right hand glowed red as fire teemed beneath it, he pressed his hand against the girl's wrist, squeezing it tighter before releasing, arching his arm backwards. He breathed deeply, almost panting, as he pushed yet another cigarette into his mouth, studying the mark... his mark that was left on her wrist. She was a vampire and she belonged to him.

Word count: 484 • Tag: Rowan

[rowan kestrel amber]

The last thing she saw before she left the area of the red hot air, was nothing but solitude. She opened her eyes to see Xavier kneeling beside her. She felt unsure of what had just happened here, but she did feel him squeezing her wrist before releasing it. Rowan wanted to question what had just happened, but didn't feel it would have made such a difference. She didn't feel weak nor did she feel the pain in her leg anymore.

"What did you do?" She sat up this time, scooting a bit away from Xavier as she looked at her wrist to see a mark on it, unsure of what to make of it, but what worried her more was if her leg still had a hole in it from where the bullet passed through. Putting her finger into the hole of her jeans, she didn't feel anything on her leg.

"Where did I go? Hot humid air, was not something I was expecting to be greeted with. Especially in a land with the only color of fire. Was that to be considered your hell you spoke of?"

[/color] Rowan asked eagerly to know where she was before she came back here to be unharmed.

What did that make her now? A vampire? Or some undead thing? Rowan had quickly grabbed her sketchbook filled the sun draws and quickly flipped through them. "I won't ever see these again, will I?"[/color] she asked holding up a sketch with a sunrise and sunset on the same page. Now this sketchbook meant more to her than anything else, because it would mean that she would never see a sunrise or sunset again unless she wanted to end her life. Or someone else ended it for her.

It surprised her how well her vision was now, because earlier she hadn't been able to see any of the colors of the sketches, they had only been a dark glimpse of color and nothing could have been made out. Rowan may have read books about vampires, but she didn't quite think it would have turned out like this. Obviously they weren't those pansy vampires from the stupid moonlight books where they sparkle during the day. If only she could burn all of the books from that series from the world. Her thoughts went back to what would happen now.

Obviously the mark on her wrist was from Xavier, but she was unsure of what it meant. Or if it had any meaning at for that matter. "What is this for?" she asked holding her wrist up to show what she was asking.


Lyrics: What You Mean To Me by Sterling Knight
Outfit;
Location; abandoned buildings
Starring; lord xavier
Words; 436
Notes; [/font][/size][/justify][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Lord Xavier]

Panting a little, the vampire lifted himself up off the floor, cigarette hanging from the end of his lip, a small wisp of smoke trailing from the tip as he moved slowly. Sighing, Lord Xavier pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes so he could concentrate, waiting patiently for the woman's body to reanimate. He feared that he had acted too quickly, dragged her from the pits of hell too soon, she hadn't been there long enough to get a real taste for the ghoulish and agonising afterlife that awaited her; she had left behind her soul but she wouldn't value what she had been through that night.

Standing at his full height of seven feet, the vampire pulled the cigarette away from his face, free hand stroking his brow as he looked down at the newly born vampire. Listening to her feeble questioning, Xavier replied slowly, "I transformed you. You're one of us, as the kids would say."

Sitting down heavily, back onto the bench, he inhaled deeply through his nostrils, drinking in the last of her human scent before it disappeared completely. As he sat staring vacantly at Rowan, deep down, he hoped that she wouldn't make him regret turning her into one of his own, so many had disappointed him in the past and so many of them had suffered a horrific end.

Exhaling deeply, detecting the eagerness in her voice, she seemed excited by the whole ordeal. He definitely hadn't left her long enough. Never mind, she'd be in for one hell of a surprise when she was eventually killed and laid to rest. "It was nowhere. It was nothing," he muttered, taking a long drag from his quickly depleting cigarette. "It's the void, and He fills it with the only thing He knows and understands..." He paused, finishing the cigarette off, flicking it off into the dark. "He fills it with is pain." Scratching his chin, the vampire lord leaned back on the bench, watching the woman rifle through her drawings.

"No. You won't." Watching her clutch at the drawings, watching as she started to adjust to her new form, he wondered how long she would survive before he tore her innards out and wore them as necklace. "Your eyes would burn in your skull before you even had a chance to look at it." And it was true, the light travelled too quickly for a vampire to capture the image as he died; the only sun they could ever see were in drawings and photographs of others.

Continuing to watch his fledgling vampire, he pulled a cigarette out and toyed with it as he responded to her final question, "So that you and everybody else knows that you belong to me." Leaning forward on the bench, shoving the cigarette in his mouth, he continued, "It warrants that you do everything I bid, but in turn you have my protection from all the other beasties out there." Grinning, he lit his cigarette. "Unless you anger me, of course, then we'll be straight back to square one: me shooting your legs off one by one." Chuckling, the demonic vampire allowed clouds of smoke to billow around his face.

Word count: 534 • Tag: Rowan

[rowan kestrel amber]

Rowan felt unsure of what to think of this new beginning. She couldn't think of how things would go if her brother tried to find her and found out she couldn't reach him or he thought she was dead for not answering any of his calls. She generally felt confused about this whole ordeal. Like it was all a dream, or maybe something from a book.

To make herself feel comfortable, she looked through her drawings, to remember the things she would never see again in person. She felt Xavier wasn't telling her the whole truth, but she didn't push the matter of nagging him about the questions. She didn't want to repeat the night's pass events again. At least not what he talked about of shooting her legs off one by one again. She'd have to remember not to anger him.

Grabbing the canvas bag filled her things, she pulled out pencils, and switched sketchbooks, turning to a blank page. She started drawing the area around them, preferably the area behind Xavier and the bench. She had started with a tree that stood a few feet beyond the bench as the background and then drew the bench with Xavier sitting upon it in a blank stare. Maybe she had just wanted to remember the moment, but the thought of it just irked her. She closed the sketchbook before the sketch was even finished and color was added.

"Where do we go from here?"

[/color] she asked, curious to know what would happen now, since she didn't exactly think she could just go home and forget any of this ever happened tonight. She couldn't go back to her normal life. Sleeping during the night and then spending time during the day drawing people wherever she pleased until nightfall and hen repeat the same thing again the next day. She was a creature of habit, but it would have be to broken to fit with the new lifestyle of only being able to come out during the darkness of night. Rowan had silently packed her art supplies back into the bag, feeling no interest to draw again at the moment.


Lyrics: What You Mean To Me by Sterling Knight
Outfit;
Location; abandoned buildings
Starring; lord xavier
Words; 358
Notes; [/font][/size][/justify][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Lord Xavier]

Lord Xavier sat quietly, smoking his cigarette in his own good time, keeping his tired eyes trained on the vampiress as she fumbled around with her bag. Maroon orbs watching as she pulled pencils and paper out, but he knew she wouldn't need the colours the way her life would pan out from now on. She would walk through life in a grey scale, adding drops of red here and there maybe for effect; who knows, maybe turning her into vampire would do her work some good. Nobody was interested in colour and the happiness that brought with it, it only existed to remind people of what they were missing. They were looking for artists to accurately portray their misery and suffering: the human condition.

Looking down to find he was beginning to smoke the filter, the vampire lord tossed his cigarette away once again, but would wait a while before pulling another one out and stuffing it into his greedy, little mouth. Licking his bottom lip to sample the burnt taste of tobacco, the vampire smiled lazily at the girl, "You should frame that when you can. I'm sure it marks the beginning of a whole new chapter in your life... or afterlife." Rubbing his mouth against the back of his hand, he stood up once again from the bench, wanting to leave the abandoned area of New York City and venture into the more populus areas.

Extending his arms, he stretched once again, flexing his body as he prepared himself to venture into human territory. He ran his hand through his hair, debating whether he was peckish for blood or a nice glass of red wine. With his hand still in his hair, he listened to the girl and paused a little before answering, "Wherever we choose to go." The night-time was their playground and they could do with it as they pleased: from murdering seemingly innocent victims to tormenting the local cat population with a few rocks. "Do you think you could stomach a bite to eat?" He let his hand drop back down to his side, wondering where he could find her some human or another to prey on.

Word count: 366 • Tag: Rowan