Two Immortals [Open]

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Two children could be seen playing on one of the many swing sets placed around the park. It was a cute sight actually, but unnerving since it was during the night time hours in New York City. These two children had been called sisters before now and had just met up again after a while of being apart. Their families not bothering to follow them to this park as they knew with both of them together, no one could get away from their clutches.

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Alana Green swung high and laughed as she threw her blond curls back. Her pale skin glowed with the happy life of a young child as her normal bag and doll sat on the gravel at the edge of the play area. Another young girl sat with her as well, trying to out do her with swinging higher and higher. Alana laughed and her lavender eyes flew wide as her compainion flew from her seat.

"Fei! Be careful!" Alana shouted out, slowing her swing as her friends' small feet touched the ground.

"Oh, calm down, Aly!" The other child, Fei, giggled past pale lips.

Alana shook her head as she hopped down from her seat. She knew that they were just children to a few pairs of human eyes but to others they could be easily spotted for what they were. "Thanks for coming here with me, Fei." Alana whispered out into the darkness.

"I know what happened here and I wouldn't have left you anyway." Fei replied just as softly, her own voice like a small birds.

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Fei Dracul watched as her friend sank to the gravel under them. Alana's black dress had gathered dust that night from them running around in different areas of the park. The young girl was so distraught, Fei didn't know what to do for her. Than an idea came to her mind. "Aly, have you ever thought about just forgetting about it? I know they were your mom and dad, but I don't think about mine." Fei suggested.

Alana just shook her head with a lavender eyed glare. "I'd never do that." Alana whispered. Fei felt her dead heart tug and walked towards her friend and fell at her side. Fei's own black hair fell straight down onto Alana's shoulders as Fei hugged her friend.

"I'm sorry." Fei whispered as she closed her sappire eyes, not wishing to see the tears that would fall from Alanas' eyes.

"Never mind. Let's just play." Alana said suddenly with a smile.

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Neither girl could argue with the suggestion so they went back to their competition of swinging. Neither being able to swing the highest as of yet, but each trying as hard as their childish legs could pump them.

[Lord Xavier]

The rustling from the bushes came to and end, the writhing limbs had slowed and now set about to tidy their owners, the bird and the bee stared at one another for a moment before averting their gaze altogether. There was nothing honourable or nice about what had just happened between the two, the fact that it had been consummated in a park, at the dead of night, had made it rather disgusting.
The man sent a few hand strokes down his right leg to smooth out the crease in his green jeans, his murky brown eyes watched his charge attentively as she pulled up her tight denim skirt, straightening up, he pulled a loose blonde hair from his maroon jumper.
'Christ Jesus, how I need a drink,' he stated bluntly. The woman paid little attention to him, probably because she had yet to be paid.
Finally, snatching up his grey tweed jacket, the lumbering mass of male shifted towards the woman, pulling his right then left arm into the corresponding sleeves of his jacket. She had finished applying that which had been removed, sent a hand through her hair while she held the other one out impatiently.
Noting her air of impatience, the man was very deliberate, in other words slow, about pulling a note from his back pocket and pushing it into her hand that instantly had it away into a imaginative storage area. She made to leave but he could help but insert one last thing.
'I'll be seeing you again, I hope,' his eyes moved over her face and body as she turned.
'Good night, Sly.' With that she turned fully, making her way through the savage terrain of Central Park.
A small twitch affected his right eye as she vanished, mimicking her action by running his hand through his dark hair until it shifted back into its usual manic state.
It was not of regular occurrence that the man named as Sly, commonly known as Sylvester, should court and enter within such an environment. He had wished for something more dramatic out of the night, being discovered midway by a decrepit park attendant . . . perhaps he was becoming feral, he'd always been weird.
Emerging from the opposite end of the undergrowth, Sylvester gazed lazily about him, looking for on coming bicycles rather than bemused park goers. He hated existence, he loved pleasure, he hated this place, he hated it and yet he relished it. Perhaps the old demon of insanity was setting in, now that would surely be a laugh.
Without a guiding path for his feet, he roamed across the damp grass, hand disappearing into his jacket then reappearing with a pipe. Holding his pipe carefully, he used his free hand to delve into another pocket and emerge with a clump of tobacco, pushing it into the mouth he systematically began thumbing it into his pipe.
The feet drew the huge man to a halt while he tried to strike up a match, coming to rest beside a fence that encircled a small play-area, where he could hear small bubbles of laughter waiting to burst with fright at the sight of an unfit Sherlock Holmes.

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Just as fast as a childs' laughter could be struck up, Fei held a finger to her lips and was immediately silent. The two children moved quietly from their swings and gathered their bags to run. Fei, of course, could run faster than her compainion but she would never leave Alana alone in this park. Fei allowed the wind to blow another scent of the creature who caused her to quiet her friend and want to make a get away. Tobacco, male, musky. Fei made a face as she grabbed Alana's warm hand.

"Let's get out of here, Aly. I don't think it's safe." Fei stated simply, but put a bit of fright into her childish voice.

Alana just nodded, her eyes wide. Fei couldn't tell the race of their mystery man and by the looks of it, neither could Alana. Fei looked towards the gate. It would be passed the male. Fei sqeezed the werewolfs' hand gently and started to lead her out of the play area.

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Alana's lavender eyes could show nothing but fear, even if she wished them to show something else. She was deathly afraid of this park and strange men within the park. Well, perhaps not afraid of the park more so as the memories that it holds for her. Alana allowed her self to be led from the park by her friend. Their blond hair fluttered in the breeze that blew past them and their matching heights made them look like twins. It was only their eyes that didn't match.

This allowed Alana to come from her fearful trance as she thought about the few people who have aready called them Twin Angles. They were nothing of that and Alana was curious of when people would realize that. Fei was a vampire and Alana a lycan, as such...they could never be angles.

"I'll call Sissy when we get out of here. She'll pick us up." Fei smiled brightly as she turned her own sapphire eyes backwards towards Alana.

"I wish Mommy could." Alana sighed, knowing Mother Abigail was over seas and she was to stay with Fei and her older sister Belita.

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Both children made it to the gate and that was when they lay eyes on the man who had caused them to wish to leave. He was leaning against the fence of their play area an trying to put tobacco into a pipe. Both children shook their heads. Perhaps they were foolish to think they were in danger but no one ever did know until it was too late.

[Lord Xavier]

Having pressed the tobacco into the instrument, Sylvester Freeman allowed the pipe to remain fixed, gritting his teeth as he would ever in the presence of a dentist.
Supporting the pipe in his mouth, dusting off his hands, wisps of tobacco tumbling into the damp mist collecting at his heels, the man began patting the outside of his jacket, hunting for a small yellow box containing the next item in question.
Murky green eyes crossed to his left, focusing on the owners of the screeching little voices, smashing. There is only one thing in the world worse than having to put up with children, and that is having to put up with other people's children. He cast the duo an expression of blank falsehood, it was once custom to smile and wave, that sort of thing had people shipped away to the colonies.
'Where are those blasted matches?' cried he, the patting of his coat transforming into tucking his hands inside hidden pockets. A flash of colour crossed his face, struggling to reach deep enough into the last pocket, the tips of digits tapping on a rough surface.
With a final surge that almost tore his jacket in two, he thrust his hand out into the open, his fist wrapped around a gleaming yellow box. A small pant pushed its way up into his throat and emerged into the cold night air, the dragon turned his head slightly, quizzically, as he heard the grinding of the park gate beside him.
His expression of glee and triumph faded as he watched the children make there way up to him, keen to pass him judging from their stone set eyes and intent.
Turning the box over in his right hand, Sylvester Freeman used the other to reach up and ease the pipe from between his teeth. He glanced quickly at the match box, passing his tongue over his teeth, keeping his mouth closed, as he inspected the spectacles and top hat he had fashioned on the rather dashing swan imprinted on the box.
Mud brown eyes, abandoning their hold over the green, focused upon the children and trying to make out the mirror that was supported between the two to cast such trickery. Everything was equal apart from the pairs of blue and purple eyes. Tiny heads shook chorally, a savagely tame eyebrow hoisted itself up.
'Buck up and be jolly, children!' he exclaimed at the sight of their action. 'I would offer to share but I'm not quite sure if you still love your parents.' He rattled the matches playfully before resting the pipe between his teeth once more.

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It was as the children past the man that their nostrils flared and such a strange scent came from him. Fei knew he was not human and Alana believed him to be prey. They both held their breath and looked to each other in fright.

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Fei was the first one to recover from her shock and fear to look back at the man. He had just spoken to them and it was polite, as Anna always said, to respond to your elders. Besides, who would be stupid enough to mess with two immortal children? Fei smiled brightly to the man as her sapphire eyes lit up with childish innocence. "We don't want to join you with that, sir." Fei bowed her head slightly, fangs jutting from her tiny lips as her smile never left her face.

The small vampiress knew that her companion was uneasy standing here with a stranger, but it was logical that each of them would win a fight. Even if this man was not human, Fei knew her friend well enough to know when the hunt was called into her bones and that is was now. Fei moved to clasp hands with her friend, and seemingly sister by their closeness. A small black bag slipped down her shoulder and onto the ground. A small hiss, hardly detectable to human ears, passed her lips as her smile fell and she bent to pick it up before slinging back up onto her shoulder.

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Alana was tense, she couldn't transform at will but no one needed to know that. She could still fight, Mother Abigail had been teaching her to fight with human weapons and the ones she was given from being a lycan. The small lavender eyed girl smiled as her friend did and nodded her head in time with Fei's words. Everything was true, neither would join this man while he smoked his pipe. They were only five years of age but their eyes having seen much more than they should have.

"The smoke burns my nose anyway." Alana allowed as she felt Fei grasp her hand and bend to pick up her fallen bag. As if on cue, Alana checked to make sure her own bag was pushed up onto her shoulder and would be safe there. She didn't need anything to get broken. Not to mention, neither girl needed to let this man know what they thought of him. Alana knew that personally.

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Each girl stood there, seemingly open and welcoming to conversation from a stranger but also not looking as if they were in need of anything at all. They each knew that all they must do is run away and one of them could run and never leave a blur behind them. they could be gone in the matter of seconds if they wished. Why should they worry?

(sorry about the shortness of the post. It's really bad. lol)

[Lord Xavier]

1. You have to be joshing me, that is to no extent a bad post. Bad, I've been a bit bad, admittedly, I apologise for my absence but the bogging down of essays and monologues does not do well for Calliope and Thalia.

With the pipe gripped between his teeth, Sylvester moved with unassuming grace towards the fence that picketed itself around the little playground. With his back to the two girls, he allowed his eyes to travel upwards, moving erratically within their sockets as he tried to hunt down the moon. But Luna would not charm the world as the rolling clouds of nevermore cloaked the sky, utterly shameful and depressing.
A deep grunt crawled its way out of the man's throat, sick to death with the swinging of cats and, not to mention, moods. The hand that clasped the matches pushed them back within his jacket, performed with such consistent ease that it was obvious smoke had filled his lungs for many a decade, it had even killed him once upon a time.
Confident that his pipe was secure, Sylvester dropped his hand to meet with the other upon the fence, leaning his weight as he thought matters over. Why was he in America, what could he profit from this expedition and exhibition over the North Atlantic Ocean? Bollocking, buggering and sodding hell! He released his grip from the fence slowly, feeling his nails clog with shards of fencing.
Turning himself slowly about, leaning against the fence as his browny-green eyes searched those of the children. His attention was drawn to the member of Adloph's Master Race, watching her jaw oscillate in clear domination over the other who seemed to seep away in the presence of a stranger, maybe it was something deeper, hopefully not. Drawing his black clay pipe from his mouth, passing his tongue over his lips for a second, he replied, 'Hmmm, perhaps you are the type to choose marriage over a cigarette.' His eyes continued to study her serenely mystifying face. 'You are welcome to join me, it is after all the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. What more can you want from life?' questioned he, his riddling tongue snapping and thrashing to only be calmed with a rising intonation.
Sylvester blinked a few times, remaining shut for a second or two as he puffed gently on his pipe before retracting it from his lips. 'Perhaps it is irresponsible of me to offer such things to toddlers,' said he, opening his eyes to detect a reaction. 'Would you perhaps accept the offer of an escort to guide you home? If it is not too much to trouble you I am in dire need of a phone away from the humdrum of street life and stabbings.' A small smile, not particularly sly or sneaky, passed idly over his mouth as he continued to study the Aryan child.

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Both children listened intently and watched with curiousity as the man moved and spoke. It was both of the girls who tensed when called toddlers. Neither had heard that since they had turned four. They were school aged children now, they both knew it, but neither could actually go to any of the schools offered.

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With a polite smile still upon her face, Fei moved back. "Actually all I want from life is my warm bed at the moment. The sun is not far off." Fei explained to his question, if it was rhetorical she didn't care. Fei moved her sapphire eyes over to the horizan. Her acute senses could make out the coming dawn, even if it was a few hours away. A quick yawn parted her lips before Aly nudged her with a small smile. Fei broke from her yawn and turned back to the man before her and her friend.

"The only question I have, before I accept your offer of a guide, would be 'what race are you?'" Fei questioned him as she squeezed Aly's hand gently. It was something she had been curious about and knew Alana had as well. How any one could smell like this and give such a reaction to Alana was insanity! No one had ever made Alana feel as if she needed to hunt, not even her adoptive mother. Fei knew everything about her friend and that included the past that hardly any one is allowed to hear pass from her lips.

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Alana looked quickly behind them at the moon that would be in the sky if the clouds were not there. How she wished she could actually see the moon in all its beauty before bed, but that would not be so tonight. The young lycan turned her attention back to the man before her and Fei as the latter squeezed her hand. I can't day dream now. Alana thought bitterly to herself and quickly withdrew her mind from the moon. Her lavender eyes searched the mans face quickly and than landed back upon the vampire beside her.

With each breath that Alana took she could smell the man, his smoke, the grass, the humans still walking the streets, the cars, the clubs, the trees, the earth. Everything was making her dizzy, not to mention the ice cold scent of Fei beside her. However, that was the scent that cleared her mind the best. The very best actually. When ever Fei was near, Aly was calmed from the ice cold scent of death. It was a great help to have a friend such as Fei Dracul. Alana realized that once again she was thinking of things that did not go with what was happening around her actually and turned her attention strictly upon the answer that the man before them would be giving.

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Neither child knew what was running through the others mind, but they had accurate guesses. Fei knew everything that Alana would think with just a clear look into her mind, but that was not needed. However, Alana could guess what Fei was thinking and her purpose before the vampire even knew it herself. That was how close these two were. An enemy would be foolish to attack them each together.

(It's alright. I understand how that can be. lol I'm supposed to be writing an essay right now actually.)

[Lord Xavier]

Sylvester Freeman was growing tired of this falsehood, with the smiles and the nodding of head and of the moving back and away. He could already feel his mind beginning to deteriorate at this scene plucked from the heart of a dime novel. Life was awful, life was utterly dull and senseless.
Puffing on his pipe a little more, allowing curling mounds of smoke to billow out from his mouth and into the sky. He thought of how he would have to relearn the art of spouting smoke rings from the arch in his head.
Dammit Freeman, stop straying from the sheep! Focusing his eyes upon the Aryan child, tugging the pipe from his mouth, he replied with a passive tone, 'Warmth. What could offer more warmth than the sun? . . . Apart from a mug of hot chocolate, of course.' Turning the pipe over in his hand, Sylvester tapped it harshly against the fencing of the playground, turning his twisted nose away from the waste left upon it.
Turning the pipe over and over in his hands, studying it as he listened absent-mindedly to the Aryan child. Listening to another string of words being toyed from her tongue, Sylvester Freeman sighed, stuffing the pipe away into his jacket, watching the child as she turned her head back during the initiation of speech and such guff.
Knitting his brow, he could not help but approach her question with care. 'Well, by all birth right, skin tone and such I am White. In terms of citizenship and legal papers my passport vouches for me that I am indeed British.' Blinking slowly, folding his arms, Sylvester studied the blue eyes of the child. What was she pressing into here? Such things burn her. The other child, the one with the purple orbs, seemed to be either nervous or in possession of some erratic and neurotic syndrome of sorts . . . perhaps they could start a little club.

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Both children tensed as the man mentioned the warmth of the sun, but it was Aly who smiled and nudged her friend. Fei let her smile drop, it was tiring of being polite with such trying beings, and rolled her eyes. This man, both children knew, was toying with them.

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Fei watched the man now, her sapphire eyes turning only a slightly bit colder. "The sun is horrid to me. It burns the skin of my kind." Fei responded kindly but also much older than she appeared before. The young vampire felt her friend squeeze her hand and looked back. Now was not the time to allow either of their emotions to get the better of them, but Fei knew already what was wrong with the lycan child. More people were heading their way and from the smell of their blood they were human and drunk.

Humans, prey, cattle. Any of those would work, but not with Aly here and not when they've been drinking. That makes them as horrid as the sun and the people who harm my friend. Fei thought bitterly to herself as her eyes narrowed and turned to ice. The feeling this young girl gave out made even her own friend gasp and step away. Fei felt depressed quickly and let her eyes warm once more and reached for Alana's hand. The lycan child didn't resist but allowed her hand to be taken in the icy embrace.

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It was the mans next comments, replies to Fei's questions, that brought Alana's attention away from the coming humans and her friend. "That is not the question she asked and you know it." Alana stated, a glare fixed upon her young but fragile face. "She wants to know your race. Your scent is strange to both of us. Their's, however, is not." Alana nodded her head towards the group of humans. Fei seemed shocked at Alana's seemingly harsh statement.

The young lycan could understand her friends astonishment as it also gave the same result in the speaker. Alana never spoke in so harsh words to any one ever since her parents death. Alana was either silent or kind when she spoke, childish even though she saw much that children her age shouldn't have seen. Alana shuddered, acting as if it were from cold, and looked up at the man with a shy smile across her lips. "Sorry." Was her only response.

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Fei had gathered her wits quickly and turned to face the man once more, her eyes told the man that it would be wise to answer. "My sister and I will have to leave soon by any chance." Fei was saying and a nod from Alana showed the agreement. The humans would be close soon and the young vampire needed out before they decided to say a word to either of them. The two immortal children would have a nice victory tonight, be it information or freedom.

(Ugh! I hate this post! It's...just not right to me. I need to go to bed. lol Thanks for putting up with me!)

[Lord Xavier]

He wasn't enjoying himself as thoroughly as he would have done had the situation been selected from the norm of humdrum. Christ Jesus, such jargonic shite. His eyes were growing bored, they moved with tired complexity within his dusty orbs, longing for eyelids to slide over them, tucking them away into sleep in reflection of their master.
Such useless toying of the English language, could such things only be brought about during the waking hours of drunkards and tossers? It would seem so. Utter drivel, but I digress, we should press on.
With his arms firmly crossed, hands cupped into his heavily clothed armpits, sweat clogged and stored away within, the removal of the jacket would surely allow the floodgates to open with roaring disapproval. Sylvester Freeman had always held a dislike towards children, such annoying bundles of cockiness, such festering little mouths that had them pointing you out and passing on the blame of some sordid affair involving paper-clips and PVA glue.
Doth the lady protest too much? Probably.
Lifting his heavy lids, the man studied the two specimens of irritation with a face that only a true git could slap, which accounted for about two thirds of the British population. Yet why did the two children tense so? Perhaps this jolly, not fat, Sherlockesque being really struck the fear of god into them. Hmmm. 'I have not many who are affected by that peculiar condition. Sunl - no, no, that's not it . . .' muttered he, gazing at the ground as he thought deeply. 'Solar Urticaria! That's the bugger! Ahem. Sorry. My apologies.' Raising his eyes to focus upon the two children once more, he allowed his arms to unfurl and returned one hand to a pocket, the other to the open air of NYC.
Sylvester Freeman's head snapped to the left with quick haste, his eyes took a moment longer to follow the movement but were soon fixed upon the brawling, tumbling sight of drunkards. Soon he would be lamenting of these piss-ridden bastards as they beat, tore and stabbed the living daylights out of him.
Head snapping around, surprise flashed across his face for a moment, utterly taken back by the direct attitude of the quiet one, overpowering the conversation for a moment, shunting the Aryan to the side. But then she went and spoiled it all by apologising. 'You needn't bother apologising in such an unforgiving world,' said he, smiling. 'But, if it settles your nerves at all, I forgive you. Yet even with this somewhat disjointed accepting of apologies, I cannot reveal to you any more about my race than I have already done so, unless you wish for in-depth analyses into my facial features and hair textures.'
His mouth twitched a fraction at the sound of the arseing about approaching evermore. 'I too must be departing. I am no more safe, than the two of you, in the company of drunken anti-faggoting maggots.' Smiling absently, he continued, 'Let me then at least escort you to the edge of the park where we may go our separate ways, or find that we face that amusing situation in which we are taking the same path. Hmm-hmm.'

2. Putting up with you? My dear, it is you that face the perilous task of putting up with me! What with the persona of drivelling verbal merchant that I have adopted, endless experiments into prose and profanities. We shall hang in there together, flying the flag of Injustice. So, all that I can say now is that we exclaim, in constant togetherness: "Bring on the trumpets!"

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The two children shared a small smile before they turned to the man and nodded their heads in unison. Both so much alike but different in the same way. A vampire and a lycan, one of ice and the other of fire. Yet both as loving to the other as if nothing in their world was different than if they were both human.

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Fei looked towards the gates, the jumbling mass of humans were heading the opposite direction from them. They more than likely were underaged drinkers and didn't want to be caught at the scene of a child abduction case. Fei than glanced back at the man before her. "We best get going than. With that group around no one can play." Fei smirked slightly at the ground. Play and work had to same meaning to this vampire child. Both enjoyable and both allowing her childish energy to be wasted.

Fei squeezed Alana's hand gently and than opened her mouth once more. "I'm Fei and this is my twin Alana." The young vampire spoke softly, using the lie that slipped through her lips perfectly and had been made up to keep both of their identities a secret. Fei Dracul had no twin that she knew of and neither did Alana. Neither could be found if they used this title with one another.

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Alana smiled only slightly at the ground when she heard the mans reply to her apology. "It's easier to apologize to a dark world than it is to apologize in a perfect one. That's what Mommy always says." Alana returned as her lavender eyes came up once more. Of course, it was after Fei's little introduction and a little late, but that was who Alana was. Speak after others and you interrupt another persons response. That is why you must wait for everyone to speak before you do.

Not to mention it allows Alana to think through her words so she doesn't offend someone else who would take away her loved ones. And the only one here to take away would be Fei and that would not be perfect at all. Alana wasn't going to allow her thoughts to lead to her past or float into a day dream so she blink thrice and looked at the man to see if he would reply to Fei or her first. It made sense for him to reply to Fei first and than her, but still secrets were always hidden until the last second

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The two children waited anxiously, for two different reasons, for the mans reply. Soon it would come and when it did, they would be able to finally leave.

[Lord Xavier]

He was lost as to how these two children could smile away during such a desperate time, there was nothing more menacing than a band of drunkards that were not of your own party. An itty bitty, wee little small managed to crack the surface of his mouth at the thought of those night of drink and drink and drink. Damn, smiling seemed to be more infectious than AIDS.
As he watched and studied the two children, keeping in mind as to the immediate surroundings and of the imaginations of children, he could not help but shudder and cringe at how quick and exact they nodded. Both in time, no less! It reminded him of that eerie movie he had watched some years ago, the one with the spectral children who spoke and moved in time with one another, but what was it called? Blast and bugger . . . nope, he could not remember for the life of him. Such was old age, he supposed.
Sylvester Freeman followed the watchful gaze of the Aryan child, landing his swampy brown eyes upon the youths who now tottered away from them. Odd. What inclination forced them all to turn on their heels and stride off? wondered he. It certainly wasn't he that had been doing the scaring, what on earth could he do? Start flapping and honking at them, and that was without the whole mess of transformation.
'When the girl's away, boys will play,' quoted he, remembering something an old friend had said to him once. Sylvester let out an involuntary groan of agony at the thought, he longed for the days spent on the cricket square on sultry summer afternoons in Oxford, the moments spent in Queen's College with those he had learned to love and then lose.
Stroking his nose, he allowed his melancholic eyes to return to the Aryan child. 'It is a pleasure to meet you both, Misses Alana and Fei. I suppose custom dictates that I should reveal my name, hmm? Anyhow, I am Sylvester.' Dropping his hand back down to his side, satisfied with their claim to being twin sisters. Everything appeared to match irrefutably, apart from their eyes, of course. He could not help but wonder if his request for a telephone had been accepted or dismissed without any regard. Christ Jesus, help.
Having his attention now grasped by the quieter of the two, Sylvester listened closely to her words before replying. 'And we are all destined to live perfectly, considering the imperfect medium the Lord has us painted upon.' He was beginning to prefer this one, she pressed at his intellect and forcing long dead discussions with friends to arise, even if it was her Mommy that was speaking through her. 'Then your mother is rather knowledgeable in the ways of this world as seen through inch-thick specks.' Who can resist a bit of Larkin referencing?
Slowly, pulling his hand out of his pocket, he gestured that it was time for them to leave as a party from this damned place. Perhaps he would only be graced by their presence up until the gate, maybe further, he wondered how Hermes was feeling tonight.

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Fei may be the more out going of the two children, but it was truly Alana in all cases that had caused the group of drunkards to retreat in the opposite direction from their trio. It was easily noted upon how she never looked towards them, or anyone if she was not paying strict attention. Fei, however, worked along with her friend to create the leave of the before stated group. She had used her powerful ability of hypnosis to drive their minds towards a different aspect. Both children working together whithout speaking words to the other, both working as if link mentally which is utterly impossible for two of different species.

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Fei squeezed Alana's hand and then turned on her heel, pulling the lycan child with her. Fei had ignored the statements directed towards her friend, as was polite, and kept her mouth gently closed. No smile was there now as she secretly sniffed at the air to smell out any 'rocks' in their path. The only one Fei did find was an older man sitting on the bench just outside the gate. He was there everynight around this time, Fei should know. He was a strange old man, easily taken if the child would be hungry.

Now the vampire child smirked at this thought but allowed the wind to blow her blond locks into her face and towards Sylvester. Scents carried on the wind, now Fei knew she would be seen for what she was and her friend as well. That would mean questions, maybe a fight, but the child was ready for what ever crossed her path. She had dealt with others before that wished harm upon her 'sister'. Fei glanced quickly at Alana to see her following and taking a breath so she could speak next, in reply to their escort.

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Alana felt the gentle tug of Fei's cool hand in hers and followed without arguement. She was the more submissive one but in this world and with her past, it worked in her favour Alana had noticed. Being submissive allowed the ones she loved a longer life and as such allowed her to be happy forever. Alana had felt the wind and secured her hand quickly to her shoulder strap as she racked her mind for something to reply to Sylvester with. She knew then that Fei would be waiting as well and sped up her thought process.

"You talk about a God you don't know, why?" Alana finally questioned, not having realized she had taken a larger breath meant for a longer sentence until after she had spoken. After she was silent for a second, she thought of how this statement could come across and quickly looked up at him with lavender orbs. "I only ask because our family doesn't talk about God at all. We have more of a...What does Mom call it, Fei?" Alana questioned, knowing the answer but trying to act innocent.

"Pagan, Aly." Fei giggled, playing along with the purple-eyed lycan.

*

Both girls waited patiently for an answer. Everyone had a right to believe in what ever God they wished, and this man had chosen the one that would never love an immortal child such as them. One who murders and one who causes death as it is commited in front of her. Neither shall go to Heaven, and that doesn't bother the two at all as long as they go to Hell together.

(Sorry for the delay and such a short post. I was camping and I am now so tired I could fall over. lol)