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Post by artistgayle on May 8, 2008 23:55:16 GMT -5
He grinned playfully "Well I wasn't a women" he chuckled trying to put her at ease
"Yes...Yes I was once a man....I had a Mother and a Father tho I saw little of her and to much of him....I was a Pirate Captain When I was turned into a Vampire." He sighed and relaxed a bit in his chair it had been a while since he had just came into this room to just sit not since Valhalla would come and visit, he remembered on such visit that he and she sat in this very chair talking about everything from their past lives to what they did the week before how he missed her
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Post by morgan on May 9, 2008 0:12:35 GMT -5
"Pirate? Truly?"
She looked at him incredulously, the sort of pirates he was talking about were more or less mythological now, strictly the domain of Peter Pan and Disney movies. But, she thought there must have been real pirates. They just seem so distant... so... story-bookish. She tried imagining Ruban with a parrot on his shoulder and an eyepatch, yelling orders like "Arrrr trim the for'sail ya scurvy dogs". It worked, and rather too well, she giggled helplessly in her chair. Then, when she'd regained some measure of control, she took a look at him staring seriously and started laughing again. Eventually forcing her face into a mask of concerned listening, she nodded seriously.
"I'm sorry Ru, your life sounds so romantic, like Don Juan or something. How did you become a vampire?"
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Post by artistgayle on May 9, 2008 0:21:09 GMT -5
He smiled "Yes I was one of the most fear Pirates on the Seven seas..." He let out a sigh "Well you see we were leaving a Port in Cuba heading back to Europe and we came across the wreckage of a ship that went down...the only survivor we found was a horribly burned body of a women we took her aboard...she was still alive which surprised us so I had my boys take her below deck so the doc could have a look at her" he licked his lips "Well that night I went down to check on her and before I knew it I was in the arms of the most beautiful women I had ever layed eyes on...she killed the Doc and most of my Mates...There was very little I could do..she told me because I saved her life she would spare mine...and turned me in a Vampire....Her name was Valhalla...I stayed with her for the next 2 hundred years before we went our separate ways"
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Post by morgan on May 9, 2008 0:38:24 GMT -5
Two hundred years? She stared openly, trying to find some mark of the two centuries of life he was talking about. There were none, of course, his skin was flawless, his eyes were clear and bright, not misted with age. He looked still looked like the man in his twenties that she'd been talking to all night. Somehow, Morgan had totally failed to make the mental leap from 'vampire' to 'ancient and experienced creature of the night', and she was suitably humbled. Of course, the books had suggested that he might be immortal, but it was different to sit with Ru in this lounge as he talked about two centuries like it was a couple of months.
The laughter had gone out of her face, she was talking to someone who'd lived at least eight times as long as her, and she was suddenly worried that she looked to him like an arrogant child. Just how old was he?
She was your sculpture, right? Why did you part ways?
She blushed furiously, the question was ridiculously personal, far worse than any of her previous blunders.
"I mean- ! I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me. Sorry I asked."
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Post by artistgayle on May 9, 2008 1:23:00 GMT -5
He smiled "Do not worry Morgan...when you've lived for 5 hundred years you learn to not get offended by little things"
He licked his lips thinking about the questions "Well you see...we arn't made to handle another's company for more then a life time...it's a flaw in Humans that has been around since the beginning of time....quiet simply after 2 hundred years....even less then that you get tired of people" he said with a shrug
"Instead of waiting until She and I got into a Violent Argument we parted ways peacefuly...and yes Valhalla is the sculpture I haven't finished you seen a few nights ago"
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Post by morgan on May 9, 2008 8:44:48 GMT -5
"Five hundred..." She whispered, incredulous. She tried to remember what she knew about the sixteenth century- practically nothing. Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, Caravaggio. Shakespeare. He must have been born human no later than 1508. Just before the European colonization of North America, then. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, glancing at him to make sure he wasn't crumbling into dust. He seemed ok. Better than ok, he was one of the most beautiful people she'd ever seen. How unfair. She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead, understanding what he meant about human relationships not being meant to last that long. Five hundred years, a length of time she could hardly imagine. The longest she had ever spent with a boyfriend had been six months, and even then they hadn't actually broken up for a reason, they had simply grown out of each other. Like old shoes.
Valhalla, whoever she was, had obviously not been the old-shoe sort. The sculpture had been gorgeous, perfectly feminine, and she obviously still meant a lot Ruban if he hadn't carved her face. Although she knew it was ridiculous to be jealous of a woman, no, vampire, who must be unspeakably ancient, who had made him what he was, she felt something like that. How absurd she thought, surprised at herself. He's doing weird things to your head. Try not to fall in love or anything dumb like that. She told herelf firmly, then she shook her head a little as if to clear it, compulsively picking paint from her fingernails.
"It was beautiful, you should finish it."
She met his eyes again, fleetingly, with something of her earlier nervousness. It was unclear to her now why the vampire was showing any interest in her- he was twenty times her age, he'd lived at the same time as Michelangelo, he'd done things she could never understand. He'd spent two hundred years with one person. She was some ex-checkout-chick with a bad attitude, a dodgy art dealer and paint on her fingernails.
"Ru..." her voice was low, she forced herself to look at his face, her eyes questioning. "Why didn't you kill me? I mean, you were going to... right? You were-"
She hesitated, the word was slightly disturbing. Too natural sounding, she thought, a human should be murdered.
"hunting."
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Post by artistgayle on May 9, 2008 12:23:12 GMT -5
Ruban shifted in the chair slightly "I still might Kill you" He said with a grim smile "Or I might Turn you....I haven't decided yet" He watched her for a moment "Or Perhaps I'll just let you go...to live out your mortal existance...odds are you will never be happy however...after you've been so close to something as Dark and Evil as myself can any Mortal truly go back to the way they were?"
His voice had a playful tone to it like he was toying with her but then he got serious "But I didn't kill you...and that is why we are hear now....my body yearns for you more then anything you could ever imagin...like a drug...it is however not only your body that I yearn for but your spirit....you fascinate me Morgan....and I am drawn to you.....we are kindred spirits....and from one artist to another I didn't have the heart to break you so cruley....if you should die you disturb a beautiful death...in the hands of someone that loves you......if you are to live forever is should be the same" He shifted again and stood up "Forgive me I'm talking in Riddles...." He walked over to the Cocktail and picked it up staring at it curiously he was silent for a long time then finally
"I'm not going to Turn you.....No I'll leave that decision up to you...And I will not Kill you.....however...if you wish to keep my company I will take from you what I need and I will make it as Pleasureful as I possibly can.....I tell you the truth Miss Morgan If you leave here tonight and never look on me again you will be a miserable person" he squeezed his hand gently and th glass bottle shattered falling on the floor the glass cut his hand in a couple of spots he lifted it up his back was to her but she could see the blood trickling down his hand then right before her eyes the cuts were gone he licked the left over blood off his hand and turned to look at her, he shifted onto one foot and folded his arms over his chest like he was waiting for an answer his grey eyes burning into her soul
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Post by morgan on May 9, 2008 17:54:01 GMT -5
Sitting in stunned silence, Morgan tried to absorb what the vampire was saying. Some kind of cruel, backwards love that would let him kill her, or take her blood. Urge him to. But he was drawn to her, and she for her part was flattered that this glorious monster found her interesting- and he was right, if she left him now she would regret it her whole life. He was watching her now, sitting with a demon's easy charm. His eyes cut into her- what could she say? She shivered and crossed her arms, unconciously protecting herself against the cold of that gaze. There was one thing didn't understand. Turn... the word seemed heavy in her mind. turn into another vampire.
In a sort of numbness, she forced herself to consider it. Turning. It had some merit, she was forced to concede. He was immortal, and Morgan already looked with dread on that time, maybe forty years from now or maybe tomorrow, when the world would dissolve and be replaced with Nothing. The thought of her own death was excruciating. She loved life, she loved the strange and magnificent world that was constantly giving her new things to think about, new things to paint. And sadly, she didn't really believe there was something after death. No evidence, she didn't want to risk it and go into Nothing, and never paint again. In her mind, death was a colourless place where beauty didn't exist, a place that would be toture for anyone, if they could only feel, but they couldn't. Immortality, even in this form, was an intoxicating idea.
But she remembered what he'd said, how he missed the sun. Did she really want to spend an eternity in the dark, remembering the lost glory that sunlight put on the world? The answer was surprisingly easy.
She was brought back to herself by the sound of shattering glass, painfully loud. and she let out a short cry of surprise as she looked to see him standing grimly, holding the neck of her broken Molotov bottle. The slick, greasy liquid rained down on carpet at his feet, a line of blood coursed from his palm where it had been cut by the breaking glass. The acrid smell of petrol rose, and he held out his hand, smiling as the wound simply dissapeared. So much for home-made incendiaries. Morgan stared into his burning eyes, knowing he wanted an answer, right now.
"You're right, I would regret leaving you. You're the most interesting thing that's happened in my life, I couldn't stand it. And I am drawn to you, I don't think I could leave if I wanted to.
But, I don't want to die at your hands. Even if it would be beautiful, and I don't doubt that it would. I've got too much living to do. And... I don't want to be Turned. Ever. That would kill me just as surely- I couldn't spend an eternity in the dark..."
Her voice trailed off. She waited to see how he would react.
((Note; I don't share Morgans opinions on this subject. Feel free to flip out and kill/turn/drink blood if it makes you happy, I won't mind.))
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Post by artistgayle on May 9, 2008 18:34:34 GMT -5
He smiled and once again walked fluidly over to her he knelt in front of her and took her hand into his brushing the soft warm skin against his cheek "My dear sweet Morgan" He whispered
"You look on this as a curse...but it is a gift" He kissed her hand "There is no sickness...you will have an eternity to live....and you will have more of an eye for detail then you ever could have dreamed..." he rested her hand on his cheek looking up at her
"I never got a choice to choose this life for myself...but for now I'm going to give it to you....stay with me Morgan" He whispered his grey eyes seemed to soften "Be My Companion....and I will teach you things you never dreamed possible" he kissed her hand and wrist gently lovingly
(lol For now he's giving her the choice...if she doesn't choose it he'll problby only last a couple more nights before he takes her anyways lol)
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Post by morgan on May 9, 2008 22:17:58 GMT -5
She cringed under this evidence of his adoration, the touch of her hand to his cheek was electric. It would be so easy to stay with him forever, and forget all about being human, she realised. Just be a free, empty predator with this man. No death, no art galleries to sell away her paintings, no taxes. No sunlight. Just eternity doing whatever she wanted, and staying with Ruban. She looked at him lovingly, sadly. The choice was maybe more complicated than he remembered, he had been this way for five hundred years. And he definitely knew how to tempt her- the promise of more accurate vision was even better than immortality. What she would give for that! To be able to paint as Ruban sculpted, to create something so powerful that it looked like it could spring to life. But, she considered, no one really wants to get whatever they want. Where would the challenge be? Why would she bother getting up?
Her dark eyes were soft and filled with regret in the candlelight as she gently shook her head. She knew he would be hurt, probably enraged, but there was only one answer to his question. "I cant. You know I cant, not even for you.
And of course, other people would suffer for it. I'm no killer, Ruban."
((lol ok, sounds like fun. I guess she'd get over it, but she'd be pretty pissed for a while.))
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Post by artistgayle on May 12, 2008 15:50:13 GMT -5
Ruban tilted his head to the side looking up at her with his cool grey eyes "Who is to say those people don't Deserve it?" he said with a cold tone in his melodic voice
"Yes I have killed many people for my thirst and some were innocent...however a vast majority of my kills have been fat and stupid men....around middle age...mostly judges...who abuse their power and harm the weak and the innocent" he kissed her hand and stood up he walked away from her putting his hands behind his back in a gentlemanly pose that was rarly seen now days and never seen with the amount of respect his pressence radiated as it did in this moment.
"Make no Mistake However Morgan I do not kill them to protect the innocent...yet they are bad and evil men but I do it out of my own selfishness...my need to destroy the influance my father had on my life.....He died by my own hand and I still can't get his blasted face from my mind!" Ruban went into a rage it radiated off of him like heat off a fire
"For five hundred years every ally I've taken and every road that I've walked he has always been there staring at me....I see him in those pigs of men that I slaughter for my own instinctual Needs" He griped his hands together in fists and was silent for a long moment then he relaxed as he recomposed himself
"The point I'm getting at Morgan...is...it's not so bad as you think....take a life...your a Mortal and as one your life is your most important asset...however as an Immortal you will see the corupntness of mortals...you will see the man who beats his wife...the women who drowns her children...the priest that violates the trust he is supposed to have with the families and children of his community....My Dear Sweet Morgan...Don't be so grounded in your descition just yet...." He looked up and out the window "The Morning is coming....I wish for you to leave my home and return here tomarrow night....or whenever you like....just do me a favor and open your eyes to the world around you and not just the details of each object" He turned and looked at her and gave her a gentlemanly bow before he walked her to the front door.
(ugh Sorry it took so long to reply...and sorry about Ruban he tends to uh...Ramble alot...whats what happens after 3 hundred years with on one to talk too lol)
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Post by morgan on May 12, 2008 18:14:53 GMT -5
((Yeah that's ok, just excuse me if I don't do so long a reply  )) Ruban's manner had become so Old World, so gentlemanly that when she turned to leave the house she felt she ought to curtsy. Then she remembered that she didn't know how, and merely nodded slightly, meeting Ruban's cold stare with liquid-dark eyes. She couldn't read his expression, his face was a mask of courtesy. "Goodbye Ru. I'll...think about it. And I'll come back soon."Soon. She left it deliberately ambiguous as she walked quickly away from the old house. Maybe she would come back the next night and maybe not, some time she would have to go back to New York. She'd already extended her stay by four nights to go looking for Ruban, and there was a curator back home who'd made a number of enraged phone calls. And there was her mother to think about, alone in a hospital bed. All these things had seemed so important last week, but they paled in comparison to Ruban. It would hurt to go home now. She thought about all the things he'd said, realising just how removed he was from the human race. He looked human sometimes, and so she'd somehow allowed herself to believe that he had human morals. She shuddered to think of the burning rage she'd seen in him when he talked about his father- a specter five centuries old that still had him in it's grips. That was another question she had, about his human family. There were so many questions she hadn't had time to ask, and it frustrated her. She needed to know everything about him. Maybe he wasn't so immune to human problems after all, if his father could still hurt him so much. She looked over her shoulder, watching the warm candlelight go out of the windows. So easy to stay with him. But it would be so wrong. Knowing more of the vampire she was more intoxicated than ever, but it was far easier to love him than to join him. Well, she would do him the favour of watching the people around her over the next few days. She owed him that. |
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Post by artistgayle on May 12, 2008 19:02:15 GMT -5
Once she was gone Ruban walked into his lobby and sat down in his chair he let out a sigh and leaned forward putting a hand on his forehead.
*What is wrong with you Ruban?* he thought *Your letting this human get to you*
Ruban got to his feet and walked to the window, staring out, as the sky was slowly lightening, he sighed again "And I gave her the choice what was I thinking?...I never had a choice no..." He whispered "I never had a choice" the thought looped through his mind as he went around blowing out all the candles. Silently he locked the front door "I never had the choice" he kept thinking
In the darkness of house he walked toward the large Victorian staircase his long slender hand pulled the top of the banister to the side and a door opened up under the stairs. He returned the top and disappeared down a spiral staircase into a hidden basement the cold damp darkness felt good against his skin and he felt comfortable and at home even tho his mind was reeling
"I never had the choice" he muttered like a mantra in the center of the room was an elegant black coffin he opened the lid and stepped inside with a sigh he layed back into his box of death his body slowly growing lethargic as the sun rose touched the horizon, his body went into a hibernation state as soon as the lid closed for his Daily Rest.
(If you wanna start a new Thread...it's fine...you said she had to go to New York...that could be intresting or we could span it out a couple of day/nights if you want)
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Post by morgan on May 12, 2008 19:53:42 GMT -5
((Yeah, I think it might be New York time. I'm kind of writing an essay at the moment though, so excuse me if it takes a while to get it started EDIT: Ok it's in NY, Streets. Not the other one in the restaurant, that's an old one that no-one replied to.)) |
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