On The Run From Memories{MAL}

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THERE'S ROOM INSIDE FOR TWO I'M NOT BREATHING FOR YOU
( i long to be like you lie cold in the ground like you i'm calling )

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Angelique ran through the darkness of the forest, though in her eyes it was bright as day. Dark blue eyes scanned her surroundings as her silent footsteps hit the soft ground. She knew this path well, almost too well. The memories it brought to her were almost too much for her to bear, but she continued in. Something deep in her sub conscience wanted her to press on, like if she didn't, something would go wrong.

The deeper she ran into the French forest that surrounded her, doubt seemed to renew itself. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of her stomach. Who was she kidding? The houses were probably long gone, trampled or bulldozed into the ground.

Suddenly, Angel stopped. She had reached a clearing. Up above, there were wispy clouds trying to cover the moon, but it's milky rays seemed to find a way through, illuminating it with a soft and eerie light. She could feel a teardrop rolling down her cheek as she looked at her surroundings.

"Quelle horrible vue." She whispered in french. The decaying ruins of what had once been her home lay petrified in the clearing. A circle, more like semi-circle, of houses surrounded her. They were burnt and some were even eaten through by termites, but that didn't change the facts.

The were-lynx took a few steps into the clearing. Her knees buckled as she reached the center. She took in a smell breath through her nose and almost fell to the ground. Though the scent she picked up was purely just in her mind, it still came as somewhat of a shock. "Si seulement c'était un rêve que je pourrais se réveiller." Her voice was quiet with a slight tremble. The memory of the burnt flesh and vampiric smells would forever be imprinted in her mind.

The ruffling of leaves filled the air. Maybe it was the wind, or maybe someone was out there. "Qui est lÀ? " she asked in french.

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STATUS complete || WORD COUNT 330 || COSTARRING Mal || WARDROBE Click || OOC NOTES Hi! and, hehe... i lied... she says three things in french Just pm me if you need to know what she said.|| CREDITS lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by anastasia

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[/b][/i]al strode easily among the trees, subconsciously avoiding all of the possible leaves and dry twigs that would cause an audible disturbance within the forest. It was a habit of his that moved back to the forefront of his mind whenever he walked among nature. But there was something different this night. It wasn't the fact that he was in France, and that every country had its own unique set of scents, sights, and feelings. France smelled sweeter than most countries, it had to be admitted. Even the cities weren't as bad as most other countries. Still, the forest was always the best, no matter where you were. The scent of nature surrounded you, letting you drink it in until you were full of it, and then some.

B[/b][/i]ut there was something wrong tonight. A scent that didn't belong. He'd never been to this part of France before, but he could always tell the scent of death apart from any other. He called it intuition, but others might have other ideas about that. No matter the cause, caution was first on his mind. He continued his pattern of avoiding the twigs and leaves, eventually breaking into a low, crouched run, his long duster flying out behind him. Jumping soundlessly over a fallen tree, he stopped suddenly, the scent seeming to increase tenfold as his eyes caught sight of ancient petrified ruins, those of an old settlement. It was only then that he realized that the smell was not actually reaching his nose. It had been...ancient. Old smells, old blood. Yet none of that could remove that fact that people had died here.

A[/b][/i] movement in the trees startled him, making him leap up into a nearby tree, crouching soundlessly on the branch as the young woman ran into the clearing. Although his French was extremely...rough, to say the least, he could pick up the greater part of her words meaning by the sudden weakness he saw in her legs, her agonized mutter barely reaching his ear. Obviously, she knew something about this place. She said something else, and he leaned forward, trying to catch the words. As he did, his foot slipped on a wet patch on the slick bark and he fell, shaking the branch he was standing on. He saw her look at where he was and ask something in French, obviously asking if anyone was there, or at least something along those lines...

s[/b][/i]lipping out of the tree, he landed lightly on his bare feet, stepping slowly and smoothly out into the clearing, making no threatening moves. "Look, I'm sorry if I startled you...I know this seems kind of coincidental, or something like that, but...uh...sorry." He looked at her, then laughed softly shaking his head. "Do you...understand what I'm saying?"[/center]

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Tag: Angelique

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THERE'S ROOM INSIDE FOR TWO I'M NOT BREATHING FOR YOU
( i long to be like you lie cold in the ground like you i'm calling )

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How long ago had it been since that day? Was it a hundred years ago? One hundred twenty? And yet that scent still haunted her. She missed them, she missed them dearly. Angel wiped her eyes, removing the tears that stained them before turning around to face the trespasser.

A breathe got caught in her throat as the unmistakable scent of werewolf blew past her nostrils. A sense of sudden fear over took her, but only for a moment. There was no way that the men who had killed her family were still out there. Why would they be? She could almost hear her triplets inaudible screams in her head, though.

"Do you...understand what I'm saying?"

Angelique shook her head lightly and absentmindedly, getting the thoughts haunting her out of her mind. "Oui, I understand you perfectly," She managed to say, though her thick accent made the words sound forced.

She cleared her throat and regained her usual vigor. "What are you doing here?" she snarled rather defensively. She never really wanted anyone to know about this place. She was shocked to see that it had yet to be discovered. "Loups-garoux like you should not be welcomed." Locked up emotions from years of hatred was starting to peek out.

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STATUS complete || WORD COUNT 210 || COSTARRING Mal || WARDROBE Click || OOC NOTES You need to try to get her to not be angry || CREDITS lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by anastasia

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[/i][/size]al held his hands up, trying to show the young-looking girl that he meant her no harm. The instant he had appeared, her entire body had told him that she was going into a defensive mode. At least he was glad to know that she could understand him, but that did little to resolve his feelings at seeing her stiffen up like this. Still keeping his body relaxed, Mal took another step forwards, taking him into the moonlight, the light hitting his eyes and reflecting, making them glow.

"L[/i][/size]ook, I don't mean to intrude or anything. I just happened to be in the area and...smelled...old things, things best left forgotten. I guess it's just my curious nature when it comes to these things. I'm sorry, again."[/color]

H[/i][/size]e tilted his head to the side, watching her carefully for any signs of movement. "And if I shouldn't be here, I apologize doubly for the intrusion, and ask your leave to remove myself if my presence here should bother you. I...assume that this...was once your home...a while back. You have my condolences for your loss, no matter how belated."[/center]

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THERE'S ROOM INSIDE FOR TWO I'M NOT BREATHING FOR YOU
( i long to be like you lie cold in the ground like you i'm calling )

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She gulped. Why was he acting so nice, so... Lucas like. Lucas was the only Werewolf that she really knew and cared to like. As a friend that is. She sighed as she looked looked into the boys glowing eyes. The silver flecks in her own seemed to sparkle.

Angel studied the man, and sighed. Her stance began to relax slightly.

"Yes, best left forgotten is right, werewolf. This place holds very old memories, a century old." she said. Her defensive air began to falter. "I-i guess it is alright."

Angel's nose twitched slightly. She swept her bangs to the side. "Non, veuillez ne pas laisser." she blurted out, not knowing what she was saying. "Tha-thank you for your condolences. Something..." she turned, motioning towards the houses surrounding her. "something happened here that changed my life forever. It still haunts me." Her voice dropped to nothing more than a whisper.

She seemed to choke up a bit. Clearing her voice, she turned back towards him. "Who are you, werewolf?"

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STATUS complete || WORD COUNT 171 || COSTARRING Mal || WARDROBE Click || OOC NOTES ~ || CREDITS lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by anastasia

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[/i][/size]al finally let his hands come down to rest at his sides. Something he had said or done had finally given off the intended impression. He had absolutely no intent to harm anyone, not tonight. Live and let live, was his way at most times. Now that she could relax, no matter how little, so could he. He glanced up at the moon once before taking off his long duster, his standard tee-shirt and jeans showing in the moonlight. Just in case, he was revealing the fact that he had no weapons. It was almost entirely unnecessary, he felt, but just to be on the safe side...

"N[/i][/size]ow, since you inquired, my name is Malcolm Freidriche Blacknest, though most people just call me Mal. It's a lot simpler and more expedient to do so. As for what happened here, I shall not pry. We all have our own personal demons, and I suspect that yours inhabit this place. My own reside in Ireland, where they shall remain.[/color]

M[/i][/size]al sighed, reaching down to pick up some of the soft earth on the ground, rubbing it between his fingers. "This was a beautiful place...once" he murmured, more to himself than her. Some people, he could not understand. That is, if certain monsters could even be called people...[/center]

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THERE'S ROOM INSIDE FOR TWO I'M NOT BREATHING FOR YOU
( i long to be like you lie cold in the ground like you i'm calling )

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"Mal, eh?" She studied the mans outfit. It was so plain, compared to her dressy top and fancy choker. Her fingers began to fiddle with the necklace.

She felt a bit relieved when he told her he didn't want to pry. That was one good thing. Was it that not all werewolves were monsters? She only had horrible thoughts and experiences of them, though she only had two true experiences, besides the continual interactions with her blind mutt companion.

"Ireland? Hmm, i don't think I've ever been there before. I'm a french lady at heart, but I know a few other languages. I guess you could say that i am also a Russian because of how long I've lived there," she said.

"My name is Angelique Michelle Roche," Angel told him. "Though people usually call me Angel or by one of my pen names." She dropped it at that.

She watched him pick up the dirt. "It was a very beautiful place. She murmured. Then she cleared her throat again. "What are you in France for, Monsieur?"

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STATUS complete || WORD COUNT 177 || COSTARRING Mal || WARDROBE Click || OOC NOTES ~ || CREDITS lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by anastasia

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[/b][/i]al smiled sadly, folding the coat over his arm. It was always sad to hear about, or even just guess about things like this. Life had a way of taking people on a ride. The only problem was that, like most rides, there were ups and downs. Sometimes, life just happened to stay down. He sat down on a handy rock, dusting it off with his callused hands. Reaching up, he rubbed his temple lightly with two fingers. He had run into other cases like this before, but never someone connected to them.

"Yes, I grew up in Old Ireland. Like what happened here, something tore apart my life. Never been back since." His voice grew soft and his eyes fell, heavy with remembered pain. "Never could stand to..."

Shaking himself, Mal looked up. "Angelique, eh? It's a pretty name. Then again, the French have always been good with pretty names. I take it you're a writer, since you mentioned a pen name. It's a fun job, I have to admit. The only one I could stand keeping for a reasonable amount of time.

"But, I retired long ago now, and just travel around, mostly, doing what I can, when I can find something to do. I just happened to find myself in France...so that's why I'm here."[/center]

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THERE'S ROOM INSIDE FOR TWO I'M NOT BREATHING FOR YOU
( i long to be like you lie cold in the ground like you i'm calling )

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She took a few steps towards him and kneeled down on the ground near him. Her eyes looked down at the dusty earth, concentrating on nothing in particular. "I know what you mean. I think that this is the first time I've been here since the accident itself happened," she murmured.

Her head jerked up, her cheeks a bit red. "Th-thank you. I don't think i've ever heard some one say that my name was pretty before."

She nodded her head lightly. "Yes. I write. I'm also an artist and do freelance photography." Angelique shrugged her shoulders. "Anything that will pay my bills. Even those of us that look young need to pay in some way. Generally my friend pays for me, though. Seeing in which I'm the one that takes care of him" she mentioned. "He's a blind Were."

Angel cocked her head slightly. "How old are you, anyway? You look as though you are in you're twenties, but you must be older than that." She blinked her dark blue eyes and stared in question.

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STATUS complete || WORD COUNT 176|| COSTARRING Mal || WARDROBE Click || OOC NOTES *poke*|| CREDITS lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by anastasia

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Mal leaned back on the rock, focusing on the moon above him. Oddly enough, it was a comforting feeling, and his entire body seemed to relax, to the point at which he almost completely ceased to move, except for the slow, deep movement of his chest as he breathed. He didn't respond at first, pushing the painful memories back until they once again faded behind the mental wall he usually placed before them. When they were gone, he finally spoke, his voice sounding distant and quiet, though he spoke directly to her.

"Well, it is a pretty name. After all, anything with the word "angel" in it has to be pretty, wouldn't you think? He sighed lightly, listening to the wind blow gently through the leaves. Up above, a light flashed, a distant plane making its way through the night sky. He frowned at it, as if willing it out of the way. "I wouldn't know much about paying the bills though, I'm afraid. Sure, I pick up the odd job here and there, just to get enough to keep on moving, but mostly all I have is the clothes on my back and the stuff I carry with me.

He paused again, as if considering the answer to her final question. For a long time, his body remained motionless, as he folded his hands behind his head. "As for my age...I was born in the year 1537. I don't like doing the math out, but I'm sure you can, if you so desire." He neglected to ask her own age, but instead remained lying on the rock, watching the moon and stars. "Tell me, Angelique, have you ever watched the stars on a cloudless night?

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THERE'S ROOM INSIDE FOR TWO I'M NOT BREATHING FOR YOU
( i long to be like you lie cold in the ground like you i'm calling )

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She shrugged. "I guess so. Never really met anyone else named 'Angel', or any other form of it, so i guess i wouldn't know." She didn't bother to ask if he was calling her pretty or if he was still talking about the name. It didn't really matter to her, anyway. Either one was a compliment to her.

Angel leaned back on her hands, but kept her eyes on the man in front of her the whole time. "Well then, you, Monsieur, are a lucky man. I would love to not have to pay bills or rent, but that is not for me. I have two houses. One in Moscow and one in New York. My friend helps pay for both." more or less, she 'borrows' the money from his savings account.

The girl looked at him curiously. 1537? He was over three hundred years older than her! And he didn't look it at all. She wondered, how long do Were's live? Would she be cursed to live forever, or did she have an expiration date? She was going to need to look into that more, later.

"Tell me, Angelique, have you ever watched the stars on a cloudless night?"

The next question came to a bit of a surprise to her. Repositioning her body slightly, she laid dawn, resting her hands behind her head and gazed towards the blackness of the sky. "I did once. But i haven't for a long time. I used to gaze up at the stares with my sisters and triplets. And the last time I did that was one hundred and twenty-seven years ago." She sighed. "Though it is pretty nice to just watch them. I loved trying to find pictures in the stars." A smile cracked across her lips.

Blinking her eyelids, Ange glanced over at Mal. "Why do you ask?"

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STATUS complete || WORD COUNT 305|| COSTARRING Mal || WARDROBE Click || OOC NOTES ~ || CREDITS lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by anastasia

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Mal smiled, sitting back up on the rock and focusing his grass green eyes back on Angelique. "I owned a place a while back. Then I sold it and kept on moving. I grew up in a family that moved around a lot, running away from human "witch" hunters and the like. We never stayed in one place for very long at a time, and a bed was a luxury, so I suppose I'm used to the life..."

Looking down, he picked up another handful of dirt, rubbing it softly between his hands and letting it slowly trickle down back to the ground. "That's where I got my respect for nature too. My mother was a very...old-fashioned woman. She only believed in taking that which you needed, and nothing more."

He laughed softly, smiling almost to himself. "The stars have always been my way to find peace, my gateway to "Nirvana" or whatever. I look at them daily, just to remind myself how far I've come. After this long, some days seem to slip by without leaving a single memory. The stars help me focus on the things I've seen. Each place sees the stars differently, you know..."

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THERE'S ROOM INSIDE FOR TWO I'M NOT BREATHING FOR YOU
( i long to be like you lie cold in the ground like you i'm calling )

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Angelique chuckled, nodding lightly, unaware of the dirt dusting her brown hair. "C'est la vie, non? I think that we have something in common there. Though, I guess all Were's have to go though that, Monsieur." Somewhere in her mind she wondered, why be nice? It was werewolves that helped kill her family. It was his kind that did this to her! Yet, she couldn't be rude to someone so... nice. Lucas would be teasing her if he saw her like this. That is, if he could see to begin with.

The brunette sat up, putting her hands in her lap. "Our parents must have known each other," she giggled, looking up at him. "Ma mere was the same way, wer- Mal." She looked down again, studying her nails. "Except for the nomadic part of your life. We stayed put, here. Sure, we went to town every so often to get supplies, but my life was très simple. Maybe if we were more, nomadic, like you were, ma mere et mon pere would still be with me." She said, rather unconscionably. "Il a été tous ma faute. Ma faute." Angel whispered.

Blinking her eyes, she turned her head back towards the star, listening to Malcolm. A puzzled expression planted itself on her face and she turned towards him again. "Is that so? I never really noticed that, nor have I heard it before." She smiled softly as she looked up again. "I guess I'll have to make sure to pay more attention to the stars then, sir."

She leaned back again, lost in the beauty of the sky. She wondered what had happened to him? But why ask, he didn't dig into her past, why look into his. Instead she asked, "Did your family travel in a pack."

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STATUS complete || WORD COUNT 299|| COSTARRING Mal || WARDROBE Click || OOC NOTES ~ || CREDITS lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by anastasia

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He looked down at her, laughing. His French was terrible, but he knew what she meant by C'est la vie

[/i]. It was true, he had rarely met a Were that had stayed in the same place for very long. It was hard to do so without someone noticing the fact that they did not change appearance, no matter how much time had passed. But even for Were, Mal moved more often than most. He kept to his feet most of the time, though he would rent an apartment here or there for a while if a place caught his interest. Most of what he used his small salary for, however, was buying new clothes every month or so. He generally carried a small pack with a change of clothes, so he could always be wearing one, even if he stopped at a laundry somewhere to wash dirty set.

His face fell as she mentioned the parents that were no longer with her. He knew how she felt, at least he had known once. That scar was still there in his mind, but he treaded carefully around it when he could, preferring to focus more on the present than anything else. It was an easygoing lifestyle, living in the moment, and one that led to many surprises, as well as many opportunities, if one was willing to look for them.

Her final question caught him off guard, and he shifted uncomfortably, going back in his mind, the one thing he had told himself not to do. His voice, when it came, was distracted and distant, sounding more like a recording than an actual person. "Yes. We moved around often, my mother, my brother and I. Then something happened...something I still can't bear remembering. They were gone, that quickly, so fast I scarce had time to realize it. . . And a week later, I left that land, and I haven't been back since... But yes, we moved around often, back then...often... His voice faded, and his eyes grew dull as he stared at the dirt, his bare feet scuffing it, his chin resting on his knuckles, his elbows on his knees.
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THERE'S ROOM INSIDE FOR TWO I'M NOT BREATHING FOR YOU
( i long to be like you lie cold in the ground like you i'm calling )

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She bolted up straight when he began to speak again. He sounded so different than he had moments before. Did she do that? Was it something she had said? He could have said that he didn't want to talk about it if it would've made a difference on his mood.

"Je suis vraiment désolé! I'm sorry, i did not mean... I- you..." She looked down. "I didn't mean to upset anyone."

A small breeze blew past them, ruffling up the leaves. Looking over at the woods, Angel shivered. Did she see something flickering? Her breathe came in rapid breaths for a moment as she scooted towards the Werewolf.

Taking in one last deep breathe, she tried to ignore the gnawing of paranoia at the back of her mind. Turning blue eyes towards green ones, she blinked. "Wa-want to go for a run? It might be a good distraction... for the both of us." Her last few words were whispered, more to herself than anything.

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STATUS complete || WORD COUNT 165|| COSTARRING Mal || WARDROBE Click || OOC NOTES O.O Did i make him sad?|| CREDITS lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by anastasia