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Post by morgan on Jun 4, 2008 22:46:48 GMT -5
Morgan by this point was nearly dragging the tired wereboy through the streets, crisscrossing the city in an attempt to avoid vampire haunts. It was surprisingly hard work, this was a city of bloodsuckers and Brian was too tired to take the longest routes a lot of the time. She was still riding high on the deer blood, and could have run a lot faster than this. She moved tensely, going quickly to check the path was clear and then waiting for him to catch up. It made her feel bad to push him this fast, and probably she was being paranoid, but she felt responsible for him. If an older vampire caught them she might not be able to protect him. The thought disturbed her. Her hair trailed down her back in a bright veil over the cobalt of her dress, flickering as she moved ahead. She glanced over her shoulder at him with liquid dark eyes.
"Sorry to do this to you, we're crossing a lot of vampire territory. We're nearly there..."
She turned abruptly into a crooked lane, turning into a vague black shape as she passed into the shadows. She beckoned him after her.
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Post by brian on Jun 4, 2008 23:08:00 GMT -5
Brian was having just a little trouble keeping up, not that he could lose Morgan the way she was dragging him. He knew he was slowing her down, he could move faster, he wasn't that tired anyway, if he hadn't of stopped in the forest he probably could have ran a few more hours, he just looked tired, that didn't possibly mean that he was, he always looked like this anyway. When he was back at his house he used to stay up until 4 am reading and watching tv. "No problem, are vampires teritorial or something?" Brian followed Morgan into the dark lane. He could see her outline but his eyes adjusted quickly and he could see her better.
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Post by morgan on Jun 4, 2008 23:28:50 GMT -5
She looked at him oddly. After living in this world for this long it seemed bizarre how little he knew. Oh right, he had to ask whether I was a vampire... Her gaze saddened a little. Bringing him here had put him in danger already, though she hadn't really thought it through. He didn't know about the way vampires were with his kind.
"Yes, but they'd just warn me off. Probably they would kill you..."
She sighed. This was not the best time to be telling him that he'd just walked into a war zone. But they were so close to the house. And he wasn't as tired as she'd thought, she realised. Most humans would have been dragging their feet after a walk like that, but, despite appearances, Brian wasn't human.
"Vampires hate werewolves. We go hunting...well, obviously not all of us-"
She laughed mirthlessly, finally stopping in front of a padlocked wooden gate. A pale hand rummaged in a bag, eventually emerging with a heavy iron key. The lock opening with a faint clanking, and Morgan swung the gate open and lead him through. After a scrubby lawn and the fence covered in tangled oleander and jasmine, they walked up the steps to one of Ruban's disused old houses. It's front was almost completely covered in tangled vines, and all the windows were strangely dark. She breathed the air quickly, then out with a sigh of relief. Rubans scent was everywhere, but it was very old. He'd given her a copy of the key in case of emergencies, but he practically never came here.
"I won't hurt you, ok? But there's a war on. Learn what we smell like and stay the hell away from us."
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Post by brian on Jun 4, 2008 23:43:19 GMT -5
Brian laughed uneasily at the thought of a vampire killing him and looked carefully behind him to make sure noone was following them. "They might kill me eventually, but I'm alot harder to kill then alot of people, it'd probably just take them a little bit longer though." he said looking back at Morgan. Vampires hate werewolves? There's a twist. Why would vampires hate werewolves anyway? he thought to himself while still listening to Morgan. "So...why do vampires hate werewolves?
Brian was amazed by the outside of the house, it looked old, and kinda deserted. It doesn't look like anyone has been here a awhile....... "A WAR? Good god, how'd it start? Let me guess, a disagreement or something about someone feeling superior to someone else and then an arguement and then all out war or the two just don't like each other." Brian seemed relativly calm about the thought of a war between vampires and werewolves, he'd seen alot of movies and wasn't THAT easily surprised, he probably could have even guessed it in time. "I'm not that scared of you hurting me, I doubt I'd be alive right now if you were going to anyway, you would have had me back in the forest."
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Post by morgan on Jun 4, 2008 23:55:47 GMT -5
"I'm not sure anyone knows why they're fighting anymore. I know some of my kind do it just for fun... they get bored, living so long. That's another thing. I'm young, really really young in vampire terms. Less than 27 including my mortal life."
As she talked she wandered around the house, trying to remove some of the dust that had collected. Eventually she found an antique-looking light switch, made of brass and set too-high on the wall. Electrical lights! Thanks Ru.She flicked it, rewarded with a brief spark, then a buzzing noise as something shorted out. The room was pitch black again. Morgan sighed. There was the stub of an old candle set on a sideboard. She took it and after a few tries lit it with one of the damp matches in the box next to it.
"The old ones are much worse than me. I might not be able to protect you in a straight fight..."
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Post by brian on Jun 5, 2008 0:07:24 GMT -5
"They consider taking live's fun? Vampire might be immortal but now that I'm a werewolf I feel offended. They might live forever but that hardly gives them an excuse. Why can't they just try and take up another hobby?" Brian was a little ticked, it could be heard in his voice. He hated people that just killed for fun, it made him mad. He could understand vampires killing humans, despite him once being one, and animals for food, but for some reason he hated the thought of someone killing one of his own kind.
Twenty-seven is kind of young for someone who is immortal I guess. Suddenly, Morgan found an old light switch and turned on the lights. Brian blinked to get his eyes adjusted a little bit better but then the lights went out after a weird noise almost right after the brief light and he was left with those weird multi-colored bubbles in his eyes, at least that's what he called them. "How old is this house, exactly? Some of the wiring might be chewed out or just out of date."
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Post by morgan on Jun 5, 2008 0:20:42 GMT -5
"Old."
She said simply. Really she had no idea, she had only barely remembered where the place was. Judging by the architecture though she guessed it was at least a hundred years old, it had that N.O. plantation feel about it that she found both fascinating and slightly nauseating. She looked at Brian by the light of her single candle. Her black eyes flickered orange as they reflected the flame.
"They think it's fun because they're monsters. Don't make the mistake of attaching human morals to us. A century is long enough to forget almost everything..."
She moved through the house quietly, lighting the candles that were scattered around and trying to remember it's layout. It was quite large, and had the marks of much addition and subtraction. Eventually she found the master bedroom, occupied by a huge canopy bed. The curtains were hideously moth eaten, she tore them down and threw them in a corner.
"You can sleep in here, sorry about the state of the place. This isn't my house, technically. It belongs to my sire Ruban... but he doesn't come here anymore."
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Post by brian on Jun 5, 2008 0:37:24 GMT -5
Brian laughed a little. "Not a clue, huh?" Brian's eyes adjusted to the darkness of the inside of the house and he looked around. It doesn't look like anyone has been inside here in a long time... Maybe they haven't forgotten, they probably just think they're better than everything cause they're basically immortal and the part about them being bored could have a big influence on them too... He smelled some dust and stifled a sneeze. Sorry, just allergies..and if this is your sire's house, he must what? A few hundred years old? Maybe just one hundred or so? He laughed when she said he could sleep in the master bedroom. No thanks, I'll take the floor. Whether he doesn't come here anymore or not, I'm not comfortable sleeping in someone else's bed. It's kind of a personal space issue.
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Post by morgan on Jun 5, 2008 1:00:23 GMT -5
Morgan looked slightly surprised, then shrugged. If he'd slept in the forest on the ground then probably some blankets on the floor would be a step up. Still...
"About five hundred. No need to sleep in the floor if it really bothers you, there are other bedrooms in here somewhere."
She moved into the next room, filled with the ghostly shapes of furniture draped with dust sheets. Pulling the sheet off the nearest one revealed an antique chaise longue, with its golden lions feet making prints in the dust. Morgan stared it in surprise and pleasure, then went around the room ripping sheets off similar objects until they stood in room that probably hadn't been changed since the nineteenth century. The window was vined over, but she forced it open, spilling cool moonlight into the room.
"Ah, that's right-"
She quickly went to a small cabinet she'd just uncovered, opening a drawer to pull out a fat black purse. Unzipped it revealed a wad of hundred-dollar bills, which she counted out into her other hand. About five grand. Emergency cash- Ruban was nothing if not well prepared. Morgan seperated several bills and pressed them into Brians hand, then showed him where the purse was and replaced it.
"Ruban's loaded, and you need to buy food. It's nearly morning and I probably can't come with you."
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Post by brian on Jun 5, 2008 1:17:22 GMT -5
"Wow...that's a long time to be alive......No, seriously, it's ok. I'd rather not sleep in someone else's bed." He hated to be a little difficult sometimes but he hated sleeping in someone's else's bed, whether it was the main bedroom, or a guestroom, for some reason it just made his skin crawl. She gave him some money, a few hundreds!? "Uh, you sure it's okay to take some of his money, loaded or not....." He blushed, he sounded like whiney baby. He certainly was not one, it's just he was taught to be a good kid and already had murdered someone, and injured another, hell what's a few more rules he was taught. "Ok, I'll head into town in a little bit."
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Post by morgan on Jun 5, 2008 1:40:43 GMT -5
"Ok, but don't leave until the sun's good and up."
Morgan sighed, slumping into a spectacular winged armchair. She hadn't thought about it properly, but of course Brian would be alone during the days if he stayed here. Daylight was what she missed the most about mortality, and tonight above all others she was unwilling lie down and effectively die. Even if she knew she would wake again at sunset. It seemed like the better half of her life was missing now.
"And trust me, Ruban won't care about the money. He might care about you though. You'll know him if you see him, he looks far more of a vampire than me. Dark hair, gray eyes, super pale... if for some reason he does come back here when I'm not around, tell him that Morgan Liebmann said you could stay here and-"
She tried to think of something that only she and Ruban knew. something she could tell Brian without angering Ruban.
"tell him I had no choice. Tell him that. Oh, and it'll be very dark in here during the day. All the windows are treated so no sunlight can get in. You can open all of them except..."
She got to her feet, moving slowly. It was very nearly dawn, and usually by this time she'd be asleep in a dark room. The coming day weighed heavy on her. She shoved a door open into another, smaller bedroom and walked in, looking out at him.
"I'll stay in here. DON'T open the door. Ok?"
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Post by brian on Jun 5, 2008 2:01:48 GMT -5
"OK, I won't leave until sunset." Seriously, Morgan was acting a bit too worried about him, like he was gonna get himself killed or something. He might be young, but he's not stupid, he knew how to protect himself, and he was gonna have to be even more careful now that he knew that some vampires liked to hunt his kind. Brian folded the money she had given him and stuck it in his pocket and looked back at Morgan. "OK, I'll take your word for it. Just a quick question before I rest a bit until sunrise...is your sire the werewolf hating kind of vampire? Cause, I don't want to piss off a vampire that's about 500 years old...not on my list of ways to die...." He sighed and ran his hands through his light brown hair. "And I'll be sure to tell him that if I run into him. I won't open the door, you only have to tell me once."
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Post by morgan on Jun 5, 2008 2:14:08 GMT -5
"I know, I'm sorry."
Morgan looked at him with dull eyes, it was hard to stay conscious and while she knew that Brian wasn't an idiot she would rather have insulted him than be accidentally burned to death in her sleep. Through the window that was open in the living room she could see that the sky was the bright gray of pre-dawn. Her voice was quiet and indistinct when she replied.
"Ruban's alright... have a good day Wolf Boy. Sorry I can't stick around."
She smiled slightly, then turned away and shut the door, enclosing herself in tomb-like total darkness. Her hands groped until she found the bed, and she dragged herself into it before falling asleep.
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Post by brian on Jun 5, 2008 2:31:50 GMT -5
"No, it's okay, I can understand, I had a dog once." Brian laughed. He could understand why she was being so careful with him, he probably could get himself killed if he wasn't careful. He looked out the window. The sun will be up in a little while, then I'll go get something. "I'll be sure to do that...have a nice...sleep..." After she had closed the door he walked into the living room, took off his backpack, set it on the floor near him and sat down on a very old chair. It creaked as he put his full weight in it. He looked around the room with the light of the slowly rising sun. Nice place, or...once was.......it could use a redecorator though. Brian staired at the ceiling trying to pass the time until the sunrise, he still had maybe a few hours until it would be light enough to probably make vampires go find a place to hide from the sun. I wonder why vampires have to stay away from sunlight anyway. Is it some kind of chemical in their bodies that reacts with sunlight and causes them to burst into flame or something? Eh, probably just something else. Brian closed his eyes in the chair listening to the wind outside and resting his eyes.
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Post by morgan on Jun 5, 2008 7:10:42 GMT -5
----[sunset]
Morgan struggled in the black sleep restlessly, her hands twisted into the sheets. In the way of a human who knows things have been left half-finished, her mind tried to bring her back to consciousness, but her vampire body was unwilling. When she finally did wake, she looked at the twisted sheets in mild surprise. It hadn't been this way since the first few days after she'd been turned, over a year ago now. This house was a disturbing place to sleep. She lay for a few minutes observing the minute cracks in the ceiling, the way even a thin spider hung dead in it's web in the corner. The plaster was patterned with grey mould. Beautifully, to her eyes. She found herself remembering the room where she'd lain, semi-human, as her body first screamed and then died. That room had an old, cracked ceiling as well. With her eyes closed again she rolled out of bed and went to the door. Cracked it open.
"Hey, Brian?"
There were soft noises in the other room, she straightened the creases in her dress and followed them.
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