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Post by ms on Sept 17, 2008 23:55:59 GMT -5
Colin bit his lip, growling at himself. He was in a weird place called Jersey, the underground was deserted this time of night, there was no one that had anything to help him read the map. He had dozed off on the train and would have sat there all night had it not been for security coming and waking him up, telling him he had to leave. So now he was stuck, somewhere he didn’t want to be, and no help to get back.
To make it worse, security had been non-to-careful with him. His knees were scraped, his hands were bloody. With no way out it was the best way to attract un-wanted attention. Stupid. Sitting on the ground in front of the horrid map, his useless eyes roamed the hall-way. There was no one there, in the last half hour no one had come through. Maybe, just maybe, he’d be okay for the night?
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Trinity Keating
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Danica Hunt[/b] Human
Things always bleed.
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Post by Trinity Keating on Sept 20, 2008 17:44:08 GMT -5
She was walking slowly taking in the wonderful smells around her. The world was full of wonderful smells. The smell of blood. The smell of death. Speaking of the smell of blood, the tangy smell of werewolf blood filled her nose. Hmm guess she wasn't along to night. Slightly she cloaked herself in the darkness and pulled the shadows around her making her invisible. She moved down the small hallway. At the end she saw what was causing the wonderful smell to be released. She clung to the darkness remaining invisible to the werewolf in front of her. She didn't breath while she studied him. What was he doing out here? Man did he smell good. Her hormones did a little jig and she growled quietly. Damn that VIncent. He had her feelings all out of wack. The break in her concentration released the shadows around her and she become visible instantly.
Her long blood red hair fell off her shoulder as she looked away. Her arms where crossed and istead of her normal attire she was dressed in her hunting gear. Black tang top tucked into black baggy pants and the black baggy pants tucked into her combat boots. Her black cloak that was blood stained and torn hung over her shoulders offering warmth and comfort. Two guns were strapped at her hips, a hunters knife on her right leg, and a red handled samurai sword on her back the handle of it sticking out of her cloak. "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be with a pack? And further more why in the world do you smell like blood?" She asked tilting her head to the side. She still had yet to figure out why he smelled of blood. Instantly her features tightened and her fangs swelled against her lip. "Have you harmed a human." It wasn't so much a question as it was a statement. her blood red eyes blazed with anger and rage. This man could have easily pissed her off.
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Post by ms on Sept 20, 2008 18:01:41 GMT -5
The smell of the grave caught his attention, a vampire being the only thing that could bring something so strong to his nose. He tensed, knowing that it was his blood that drew it here. Steps, he could faintly hear her boots on the floor. He had no idea of her cloaked self, not that her being invisible would matter. But he didn't want her to know that. Last time he met up with a vamp he had been shot twice in the back. Oh no, he did not like that. Another vampire being around was dangerous. Bowing his head he put a hand on the floor, tracking how far away she was with the vibrations in the floor. She stopped, not far from him, but far enough to know that he wasn’t in a direct threat just yet. Her smell changed. His mind didn’t know how, but it changed. She smelled… warmer? If that was possible. He’d figure it out later, right now he had to keep track of her.
“What pack? I have no pack. And no human was harmed, smell again life drinker. The blood you know of on the air is my own. It comes from my hands and knees. Don’t believe it? Taste it, you’ll know it to be true then.” He knew that wolf blood tasted different than human blood. He knew this because he had tasted both. Not of his choice, however.
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Trinity Keating
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Post by Trinity Keating on Sept 20, 2008 18:58:33 GMT -5
The names. What's with the names? And for some odd reason why did they hurt so much this time around. She had been called those names a million times and they never hurt but now? She wasn't so sure. He had tapped into her anger and hate. It was like poking a tiger only bound by thread with a hot stick. Oh yeah she was ready to rip his head off but she didn't. She walked closer to him to the point where his smell was drowning her own. She crouched down and studied his elbows and hands and knees. "Who did this?" Her voice held the anger and hate at the names but she didn't say anything. Be the bigger person. Be the bigger person. The words burned through her mind as she met his eyes. A gasp escaped her scarlet lips as she stummbled backwards.
This dog was blind. A blind dog. Some how that didn't seem all that funny. "Your blind. I'm sorry." She whispered her sympathatic side showing its true colors. She didn't like very many people but she did feel sorry for those that had problems like this. She stood back up and studied him. She felt bad for him. Needed to help him some how and he didn't need to be out in the hallway like this. Especially in a subway. She sighed and quickly slipped an arm around his waist and put his arm over her shoulders. "Forgive me. I don't think you should be in a place like this." She said softly as she jumped from the subway and out into the street. Though it was night there were a few people out so she pulled the shadows around both of them as she ran carrying him.
After she ran for about a half an hour through a forest she came to a small cabin and kicked open the door. Not out of breath in the slightest she carried him inside and placed on a chair. The cabin was small. Just big enough for two people to live comfortably. She pulled off her cloak and threw it onto the bed and closed the door to the small cabin. "Please forgive for carrying you like that but you need a nice place to stay. I may be a vampire but there are some who are nice and i don't need to taste your blood. I can smell that you didn't hurt a human." She said softly moving to the fireplace and making a fire. Why had she helped this guy? He was a dog. Was she really that alone? But what about Vincent? She shook her head. She didn't know what to do anymore.
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Post by ms on Sept 20, 2008 19:14:37 GMT -5
She asked who was the one that caused his scrapes and cuts. About to answer he was cut off by something totally unexpected. A gasp. What was with this? It startled him a bit as she drew away. It wasn’t until her next statement that he understood. His eyes. Bright blue, clear as glass. But flat, without life in them. Yes, he was blind, had been for most of his life. Although he did find it annoying to a point, he did forget at times that others were affected by it. He had grown up with it, learned about it. And honestly didn't care.
Again, before he could respond he was overwhelmed by her smell as she grabbed him, putting his arm around him and vice versa. She didn’t think he should be in a place like this? He lived in a place like this all the time! Maybe not Jersey, but in street alleys and subway stations. For a long time he was trapped by her side, the smell of the dead and blood making him almost pass out. He could smell better than anyone that he knew. Or didn’t know. A blessing was a curse at times.
Then he was sitting, in a chair, warm and comfortable. Where…?
“Um, okay.” Now he was even more lost and confused than he had been in the station.
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Trinity Keating
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Post by Trinity Keating on Sept 22, 2008 16:52:41 GMT -5
Her face flsuhed as she moved to the small kitchen. "I am sorry about carrying away like that. This is a small cabin that I stay in when I'm in the area. You're more than welcome to stay here if you like. There's plenty of food and other stuff." She smiled putting some hot water on. "I know you probably don't like vampires but just deal with it for now. I'm trying to save your sorry ass." She stated softly but there was an edge to her voice. She was being hunted again and she didn't like it. She had to take this guy with her because she had talked to him and if she hadn't brought him with her they would have killed him. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she wondered what Vincent was doing right now. Was he thinking about her just as she was him?
The gentle whistle of the kettle pulled her back to reality. "Would you like some tea? I can explain why I brought you here if you like. It's only fair for you to know." She stated softly grabbing two cups and the kettle off of the stove. She then moved from the small kitchen back into the main room and placed the kettle and cups on the table. She moved over to the door and peered out the small window before locking the door. She should be fine for now. They don't know about this cabin. At least she thought they didn't.
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Post by ms on Sept 24, 2008 16:15:37 GMT -5
Save him? From what? It was nice of her to bring him into a place and give him food and all. But really now, did she have to put it like that? But she was being nice about it, kind of. There were some rude things said, and a boundary in her tone. To him it didn’t seem warranted. She was the one that spoke a lie against him saying that he had hurt humans. Yes she took it back, but it still hurt. And he had only called her a life drinker. She drank blood, which was life, so it wasn’t a lie. At least he hadn't called her leech. It wasn’t a mean thing to say to her. And she was the one that took him from where he had been, only to say she was saving (insert insult here) him? He was completely lost.
“Tea would be wonderful, and yes I would like to know what in the name of fur is going on! What could you possibly be saving me from? A night sleeping on concrete? You’re about fifty years too late on that one. Please, tell me what is going on.” Not that he wasn’t grateful for having a place to sleep for the night. But a reason for her tone and sudden dictation of his life would be nice. Well, a nice start, anyway.
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Trinity Keating
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Post by Trinity Keating on Sept 24, 2008 16:30:44 GMT -5
She sighed and poured him some tea. Where did she start? She handed him the cup and picked up hers sitting in a chair across from him. "Ok well to put it simply I'm being hunted. There is a band of human hunters that is trying to kill me because they think that I have harmed humans which I don't. I protect them from bad vampires and bad weres. I work with a small organization out of the C.I.A. It is made of four members including myself. Though that is all I can tell you about it. It is our job to go around and kill any vampires of weres that chose to use their powers for bad. The ones that like to harm humans. That is why I asked you if you harmed a human. If you had I would have killed you. The reason I took you out of there was because the band of hunters has killed anyone I have come in contact with to gain information about me. So now instead of me leaving anyone I talk to where they were I have taken them with me until the hunters give up on them." She sighed. She was tired of being hunted. She was tired of not being able to go out into the world like normal vampires.
She sipped her tea even though it was still scaulding hot. Her mind was wandering and she strained to keep it under control. "I'm sorry if I seem hostile or anything. I'm not normally so edgy." She apologized to him. She had to. She felt it was her fault that he was now involved in her problem. She knew he could probably take care of himself but this band of hunters had killed her best friend and co-worker. One of the best hunters she knew. But there wasn't anything she could about it. They were human and she had signed a contract claiming she would never harm or kill a human. She couldn't break it now. She just couldn't.
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Post by ms on Sept 24, 2008 16:58:05 GMT -5
So the hunter was being hunted. How truly interesting. Sipping his tea Colin sat, silent, weighing what he had been told. How strange a world. Humans didn’t fear this kind anymore. They had no fear of the blood-drinkers, the wolves, the cats… just of themselves. Tracing the rim of his mug he slouched in his seat, blinking blindly into the depths of the amber liquid that warmed his veins and cleared his mind. His heart was slowing to an easy pace, excitement fear and confusion replaced by curiosity. She was a vampire, who didn’t harm humans? Who did she live off of? Everyone lived off of someone else. Humans lived off of pigs cows chickens and plants, wolves very much the same. He tended to live off rats. Or dogs. If he was lucky a frozen human or two.
“So what do you eat?” He couldn’t help but ask. It was interesting to him. “You’re still a vampire, you still require blood. I can see why they are after you. To humans, all weres and vampires are the same. But if you do not drink from humans, who do you drink from?” A strange curiosity, but one he would like answered none the less. Strange vampire.
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Trinity Keating
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Post by Trinity Keating on Sept 24, 2008 17:08:50 GMT -5
She smiled and couldn't help but chuckle. She was wondering when he was going to ask that question. "I have a friend who is a scientist. She has created a synthetic blood that is mixed with vampire blood. I know its cannabalistic but I won't drink from a human. Occasionally I drink from the weres but they taste too much like animals. She supplies me with a constant ammount of blood. Yes I do drink more than an average vampire but atleast I do not harm the humans. Though many may think I do harm them and drink from them because my hair is blood red as are my eyes. They are stained that way as a side effect off the synthetic blood. It doesn't bother me really. I like to be different." She laughed and sipped her tea. Just like that she felt the air get lighter. She felt what tension hse had dissapear for now atleast.
She set her cup down and studied the man. "My name is Rayne by the way. Akane Rayne. Now if you don't mind my asking what is it like being blind? I have always wondered what it is like. Can yuo truly see nothing?" She asked her eyes burning with curiosity. She didn't mean to be rude but she was just curious. She wondered how he figured out where things were at. Was it smell? Was it only feel? She picked up her cup and took a small sip from it pulling her eyes away from him.
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Post by ms on Sept 29, 2008 5:43:56 GMT -5
Wow, that was odd. Humans were all about going natural and nothing artificial… and here was a vampire all for synthetics. How funny was that? Didn’t matter, still rocked. She found a way around the necessary. Couldn’t blame her for that now could you? He closed his eyes, feeling more comfortable with that information and leaned back in the chair. Wasn’t too bad a chair, he’d sat in worse. Much worse. Ever sat in a bear trap? Don’t, it hurts. A lot. But he drank his tea, thinking on her question. It was only fair, that she ask one as he had.
“Colin. And it’s no walk in the park. It’s alright, I’ve know very little else. A little troublesome, everyone feeling sorry for something you’ve had almost all your life. But you get past that and you learn a lot. You get to know things sighted people never do. And some things sighted people never wanted to know. I miss color though. I haven’t seen anything for over a hundred years. Close your eyes, if you do long enough you notice more. Like, after you wake up. Did you ever notice that things smell different when you wake up than it did when you first went to sleep? Your nose took over in the night. It’s a little like that.”
Well, kind of.
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Trinity Keating
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Post by Trinity Keating on Oct 1, 2008 19:34:33 GMT -5
She smiled softly and sipped her tea. "I see so it's bad but its good in a way? I think it would be a very useful tool. To be honest." She stated softly and set her cup down. Swiftly she rose and put another log on the fire. It quickly caught and then she moved to the door softly rustling the blinds to look into the night. Nothing. There was nothing out there. Why was she so paniced. She was worried. This was something new for her. She was worried. She was the queen of no emotion and suddenly when a few humans decide ro fight back she turns tail and runs away. Well she was forced too. If she truly had her way she would stop those humans but she didn't she was ordered t remain at bay for now. For now. Those words burned through her mind as she sat back down and picked up her cup she took a small sip.
"So how long you been a werewolf?" She asked studying him. He had to be about a hundred years old. Most weres she met were. Many didn't live past two hundred. She didn't know why but they didn't. It seemed vampires lived longer than werewolves. What an interesting fact. She sipped her tea and focused on the burning embers of the fire thinking. her mind was wandering everywhere. She was wondering about Vincent and if he was ok. She was wondering if she would make it through this hunter thing. The fire cracked and she focused on the noise. Letting it echo through her thoughts.
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