Welcome to Immortality (Nora)

[* Annie - L]

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Okay. I will rewrite it when I've clamed down. I find when Im mad or frustrated, it comes through in my writing and it may not be the best thing if Haemish gets violent and massacres everything possible

THIS IS HORRIBLE. it would be a lot nicer and more beauitful if I'd NOT LOST THE FIRST ONE....


Haemish spent the next few days sleeping on his couch, and making the boy's life as pleasant as possible. He knew that that pain was hard enough without help, so out of guilt and compassion; he gave up his bed, and three whole days. He was feeling very claustrophobic though; he loved walking and running every single chance he got, but hadn't left his tiny house in three days.

He knew that part of his compassion could be blamed on the horrible guilt he felt. Guilt towards nearly stealing the boy's life. His life, and his soul. His first human drink, and he nearly blew it. That and the fact that the pain that was most likely searing through the innocent boy's body was his fault. But, he had also compensated by saving him from the death, which he thought was a very redeeming event.

On the third day, he checked the boy every single hour just to see if he was better yet. Impatience was eating him from the inside out.

Pacing outside the door of his bedroom, he fidgeted with his fingers, anticipating actually getting to know him. He looked about Haemish's eternal age. Somewhere around there, so he knew that would be helpful. Although, Haemish was nearly three centuries old.

Finally, he gave up pacing and went to read a book. But the pages didn't give him any information. The only thing he felt, or thought about was the fact that there was a human turning into a vampire in his house, someone he did not know in the least, and someone he'd just found on the street. Someone he nearly killed, but instead had made him another living dead person like himself, and he didn't know what he would be like.. didn't know if he'd be okay with eating animals, wasn;t sure where he would sleep, didnt know anything. He felt so.. useless. Overwhelmed, maybe. It wasn't a feeling he was used to; living the same routine for centuries.

He glared at the ceiling, sprawling back onto the couch.

[nora]

The first two days were hell. The pain tore and ate away at Trevor, dulling all his senses to the point were he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t move, hear, see or smell and could feel nothing but pain. Every once and a while, he could sense a presence. He liked to think of it as his guardian angel; there to make sure he lived through this nightmare.

By day three, the pain started to ease. Though he still could not speak or see, his other senses slowly started to come back. He could make out the soft patter of footsteps on the floor when his angel entered and the sound of it breathing quietly. He could feel that he was in a bed and the sheets were soft, smelling of wood. With the pain decreasing, Trevor was also able to think much more clearly. He remembered a boy, about his age…and that boy was…A VAMPIRE! At this, Trevor’s eyes popped open.

The room, no, the entire house, was quiet. Only the sound of a gentle breeze and tree branches brushing against the house were to be heard. But wait, he could hear a munching sound. Trevor lifted his head a bit to look out the window. There was a deer outside, near the fringe of the forest, eating some grass. He frowned. He could hear the deer, munching away at its grass, completely oblivious to the freaky human inside who could apparently hear through walls. But he wasn’t human anymore, was he? The deer looked up at him through the window, staring at him for just a moment before dashing back to the cover of the forest.

Trevor glanced around the room. It was fairly empty. The walls were all painted black save the one red one. Red. His head began to spin. He let it fall back to the pillow, his mind racing…

[* Annie - L]

Haemish had occansionally entered the room to speak to the pained vampire, just to talk to him. Not really saying anything, but he knew the tone of his voice was somewaht soothing. Or so voices had been when He had been turned. But, supposing the voices of random passers-by in a forest were not as smooth and liquidy as his own voice, he was pretty sure it might help a little. He couldnt be totally certain though.

He had learned to ignore the constant sounds like animals outside. He was well fed, and wasn't about to leave the house with a nearly turned vampire alone in it. He sighed, but heard something creak down the room. He knew he shouldn't get too worked up; the boy could just be writhing in pain.. but it was the last day. Maybe.. just maybe...

He rose silently, padding his way to the end of the hall. He opened the door gently, gnawing on his lip and peering into the room. He saw the boy sitting up, but suddenly he fell back onto his pillow. Was he overwhelmed with his new senses, as Haemish had been at first? He wasn't sure, but he decided to advance cautiously, not wanting to scare the boy.

He was very attractive, (to say the least), and was definitely about Haemish's age. He drew closer to him, sitting on the edge of the large bed. This time, since he'd seen the vampire awake, he wasn't sure what to say. Unless, of course, teh vampire was passed out, in which case he wouldn't do any good speaking. He took a deep, cleansing breath and forced a fluid sound out from his lips. "Hello?"[/i] he asked warily, his voice alluring, soothing and very reassuring. Though, his word may have sounded completely foolish and stupid, he did compensate with that charming voice. "Are you awake?"[/i] he asked once more, sitting up straight on the edge of his bed.

It was very strange seeing someone else in his house, but it would be a bit nicer if that person wasn't in the process of dying alive, and then passing out afterwards. He sighed, biting his lip once more before standing up to circle around the bed to the side the boy was on. Passing the window, he glanced outside longingly; he so badly wanted to go for a run. His first run was his best, too. Maybe this new vampire would want to go for a very long run with him, to make up for his three days of being cramped. He shook his head and continued, kneeling down next to the boy's head.

It suddenly occured to Haemish that he may have just saved a junkie. He slid a cold hand to the boy's arm to turn it over and check for track marks, but he decided that it didn't really matter at the moment. Maybe he was, maybe he wasnt, what mattered was that the boy had passed out randomly. He leaned closer to the boy's ear, staying a foot away though; out of range if the boy got startled and freaked out; and spoke again, his velvety voice flowing smoothly from his pperfect lips. "Are you okay?"[/i] he questioned once more, his eyebrows knitted in concern. An expression that only made Haemish look even more empty and worried, but not bad. Never bad.

[nora]

“Are you okay?” Trevor opened his eyes and glanced to his side. The boy, his guardian angel, knelt there beside him. He was waiting for an answer, his eyebrows knit with concern. Trevor licked his dry lips and tried to form words for what felt like the first time in centuries.
“Aside from the fact that I’ve been writhing in pain for the last three days? Yeah, I’m great.”
He grinned. Humour wasn’t his strong point, but he tried his best. Trevor licked his lips again, realizing that he was thirsty. Really thirsty. But this boy had saved his life and taken him into his care, so he figured proper introductions were necessary. Also, it probably wouldn’t be a bad time to find out a bit more about what he’d become. He sat up gingerly, his body felt light but cramped. It would be nice to go out for a run.
Trevor turned back to his angel, who continued to look at him with concern. He offered his hand. “Hello. My name is Trevor. Trevor Buchanan.”
He grinned again. His angel was very attractive, though for the most part, Trevor was straight.

[* Annie - L]

Haemish scoffed slightly. "Yes well, that much seems obvious. I meant the fact that you just passed out..."[/i] he said, raising both eyebrows in question. "If it was the new senses, don't worry. Happened to me too. Hell, I still remember it like it was yesterday. Unless of course you count the 305 years ago that I got turned as yesterday, that is."[/i] he bit his lip and rolled his eyes sarcastically. But he wasn't sure what the newborn knew about vampires. Generally people thought vampires were evil, and only walked the earth for blood. He sighed at the thought. "But honestly, wait until you run. It's the most... "[/i] he paused to think of the right words to describe the feeling. "Exhilerating. Each time is great, yes, but the first one is the best. The first time you can sprint so quickly. Strength is hard to get used to, as is never aging. Oh, but blood."[/i] he trailed off, realising he was babbling. He had forgotten what excitement felt like. That lovely bubbly feeling he hadn;t gotten since he was a human.

He took a deep breath and moved away a little bit, shifting on his knees before eventually standing up. "Sorry." he said quietly. "I'm just excited, thats all. I haven't talked to anyone in a while."[/i] he tried his best to not think about the reasoning behind that. He bit his tongue and forced the lump that had formed in his throat back down so he could continue. "So... How much do you know about vampires?"[/i] he asked, a sly grin forming across his lips casually.

Though, he was pretty worried he was looking like some weirdo. Other than, of course, the fact that he was a vampire. He was worried his sudden mood leaps might frighten the boy.

"Haemish. Haemish Burton."[/i] he offered a slender, pale hand.

[nora]

Please don't kill me Annie, I've been really busy. I'm almost finished my post though!

btw have you seen serena lately? She's been totally aol...

[nora]

After much debate over what to do on this lazy summer day, I, Nora, have decided to finally post.
*applause*

Trevor frowned and pursed his lips, thinking. He didn’t know very much. Everything he had been told and been spoken by storytellers. They would come to the local pub and tell stories of their travels. Storytellers were becoming fewer in the early 19th century because people didn’t believe them anymore. But, in the secluded town of Maple Falls, people would believe anything you told them. The storyteller would gather everyone close to the fire and tell stories of creatures good and evil. Sometimes it would be about werewolves and other times it would be strange woodland creatures, but the thing that intrigued Trevor the most, was the vampires.
“They are said to be beautiful- inhumanly so.” Trevor recalled, “And they can only come out at night because sunlight would burn them. They crave blood and only blood…” Trevor paused. That was all he really knew. The stories we always of vampire attacks, so he assumed that they were evil. But he wasn’t about to tell his saviour that…
He glanced at Haemish who stood there quietly. He seemed nice enough, hell he’d let Trevor sleep in his bed.
“Is their anything else I should know?” He asked quietly.

Btw, it looked alot longer in Word!

[* Annie - L]

Haemish grinned. "Beauty, yes. Voices too, we have amazing voices so as to lure in humans. We can eat food, too. It just doesnt satisfy our thirst, and it isn't essential. Personally, I am still addicted to tea."[/i] he grinned harder. He was just getting started. "We dont age. And, we dont have to drink human blood. I'm not going to lie, you're the first human I've drank."[/i] he shuddered a little at the memory of three days previously. It sent new waves of guilt through him, but at the sight of his new vampire companion, he was able to shove the guilt aside to continue. "I drink animal blood. It's satisfactory, and it works. The tirck is to never drink a human, especially when you're young, then you get addicted. even after three hundred years..."[/i] he trailed off again, catching himself before he continued.

He wondered vaguely if Trevor minded his use of the word we, since he had just been turned.

Haemish forced yet another useless and intrusive thought aside. "We have super strength too."[/i] he beamed. That was about all he had to say, but he still felt excited. Excited to have company.