the honest questions in my heart {{Open

[tilly]

Do you see a brighter day for me?

She glanced around, biting her fingers. Those who passed around her did not give her a second glance. In fact, they complained about her moving to slowly, getting in their way. New York City was nothing like the small town she had grown up in when she was a little girl. She could barely remember that now, over fifty years ago. She could not even imagine how much her memories would fade as time continued on. She did not want to lose all those memories. Those of her parents, her brothers, Philip. Everything that was a part of her normal childhood before she and Philip had made that terrible mistake to run away from home.

There was some things she wanted to forget. James Patterson was the obvious example. But there were also other things. She had images imprinted in her mind that she never wanted to see again. For some reason, perhaps to torture her though, those were the memories she could not get rid of. She sighed, shivering not from the cold but from her nervousness.

Tilly craved blood.

She had moved to New York City to blend in more with the people. She knew that there was action all the time, even at night when she could venture outside. But what she lacked was many of the animals. She had already grown tired of all the pigeons and had trouble finding any other animal that would satisfy her completely. She stared at the people who were walking around her, trying to get to their destinations, most of them wanting to go to bed. Tilly, on the other hand, was wide awake.

Tilly had feared this day would come. She remembered James Patterson mocking her, telling her she would one day crack. The thirst would take over and soon she would lose her human composure. She would want blood so much that one point she would stop at nothing to get it. Tilly, refusing to believe this, decided to distract herself by walking faster. But every time someone bumped into her, her eyes flashed red and she had the urge to pounce. But she would stop herself every time, just wishing she was not feeling this way.

[Ellie]

Lars sauntered down the streets of his home city. He decided to come home for a short time see friends that were probably wondering where he'd been for months, but not given so much worry to him. He generally just came back to be in the city. London had it's own air to it that he also adored, but New York would always be a special haven to him, and he needed to come around every now and again, for the sake of him and his good memories at least. It was like therapy.

Parts of him were thankful he could only com out at night. Of course it was doubtful you run into people in New York all that often. Only if you knew their district, so to speak. But most people that would actually worry and fret wouldn't be out this late on New York streets, so he had no worry himself as to be caught.

He skillfully moved through the blood rushed crowd, confident that he was only tempted a little, thanks to the poor girl a few streets back. He had made it easy on both of them, quick and painless for her, less heartache for him. Now the people around him just carried along their lives, not knowing they had a murderer walking along beside them, how ironic it seemed.

Although he could usually fight his way through the rush there was a small back up ahead causing the busy people to slow, and eventually wind around the block. He gazed forward and spotted a confused and seemingly lost girl. Not lost in the sense of needing a map or directions, but just lost in general. He walked on with the crowd until he reached the girl in the line. At this point she had picked up her pace for the sake of the impatient New Yorkers. She was obviously not accustomed to it at all, showing by the way she was being jostled about. He kept pace with her, the noises from the city obscuring his hearing, and all the people his smell, but as he brushed arms gently from the pedestrian's pushing he noticed by touch that she wasn't alive. It was nearly impossible for him not to notice it anymore, no blood coursed through her veins, no gentle thud of a pulse.

"You know you can just shove them back, it usually helps..." he stated at her with a smile as he elbowed a man that had practically stabbed him with the corner of a large suitcase, the man though, kept walking, also accustomed to the ways of the walk, but now avoiding touching anyone wit the course leather. "See?"

[tilly]

Streams will flow from the dust of your bruised and broken soul.

Something did not seem quite in place. Tilly could sense it. She looked around her as she continued moving forward but there was no one around her that would make her believe she was being followed. But Tilly sensed it. She moved a bit faster, not enough to show her sudden fear but enough to give herself a bit of confidence.

People bumped into her as they shoved their way through, having no concern for anything except getting to their destinations. She was different in that regard, too. She had no destination. There was nothing to look forward to. She just had to keep moving and take things as they were. Tilly sighed. There was no point in cursing James Patterson anymore. She had been hating him and wishing him damnation for fifty years. Things were not going to change and Tilly would have to accept the truth. Everyone she had known before was gone and she had to move on.

But the frustration building inside of her was starting to get too much to handle. When someone brushed their arm against hers, she turned to the person, her eyes turning red. She knew she had been followed. That guy had been following her! She was about to yell at him, shout at him, anything to get away from him and protect herself. She knew no one in this city and life lessons have taught her not to trust anyone, especially young men.

His voice sent a shiver through her spine. She glared at him even though he smiled back. His smile suddenly softened the features of her face. She watched as he shoved the other guy back and sighed. She never even wanted to try to get aggressive for the fear of losing all control. Tilly looked back at the man with the suitcase, surprised that he did not even look back or acknowledge what had just happened. She was sure he would have some sort of reaction. She turned back to the young man next to her.

"New York is unlike any city I know of," she admitted. "Where I'm from, people were a bit more friendly."

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[Ellie]

He kept his gaze on her as she glared at him. His smile faltered a bit, but not because she was glaring exactly, the sudden change in her eye color gave off more of the emotion than her expression. He wondered if his own eyes did the effect when he was angry, more the thought of that made his features change for the brief second before becoming placid again.

Once her expression turned to the softer side he let a small smile grace his features again. He followed her gaze off to the man walking off. He knew he'd done something morally wrong, and thought he would get away with it. Years of experience taught Lars never to be a softy when it came to the streets. For you'd get nowhere with that attitude, 'excuse me' wasn't in anyone's vocabulary when they were rushing to get somewhere of little importance to the other.

His smile grew from her statement, "We're not all bad. You can't let them push you around is all," he shrugged, "and honestly, they're not going to stop to apologize anyway. Big business meetings and frozen dinners waiting you know..." he finished sarcastically.

Of course he didn't agree with the heartlessness of the way things went, but it was how they were set in. People only cared for themselves anymore, it was sad and pathetic, but what could you do? Besides give them a taste of their own medicine. A theory that proved correct as the brief case man tried his best to avoid people after his well deserved shove.

He turned his attention back to the girl beside him, deciding on introducing himself first for once, "Lars Trell," he stated giving a tattooed hand in greeting.