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Post by morgan on May 21, 2008 0:30:58 GMT -5
Morgan watched his back, trying to read something from it. It didn't tell her anything, it was just the white of his strange shirt. She was constantly fascinated by the way he moved, it was like watching a period drama, but better. He looked like it was totally natural for him. But, this was the back of someone hiding their face. Maybe he'd been hurt by what she said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
She sighed, she wasn't sure what she'd meant. She sipped the wine he'd given her. Amazing, like everything else in the room. She was slightly disappointed, one didn't just knock back wine this good. She took another, longer, drink. Trying to think of what to say. It seems the offer of immortality still stood, but he wasn't exactly selling it to her. An eternity to grieve for her mother and all the other people she loved who would, inevitably, die. She felt suddenly sorry for him, he must have seen so much death in his five hundred years. Even if it was different for him, even if it didn't matter to him. She reached out hesitantly to take his hand.
"Everything we do is driven by death. We have so many things to do... and not so many years. Before she died, my mother told me that those first months after she found out about the cancer were some of the best in her life. Can you imagine that? She said she lived more in those months than the rest of her life combined.
She was crying while she said that though."
Morgan drained her glass, then tipped her head back against the chair. She was so tired, she hadn't really slept for days in a row. First Ruban, then this, it had been at least a week since she slept through the night. But, of course, she couldn't sleep now. Her eyelids were low, and red from the crying she'd done.
"You told me to watch people, and consider my choice..."
Her voice was soft, she held Ruban's hand gently and lifted it to look at it. The skin was marble smooth and cool, his perfect fingers interlaced with her human ones. There was still paint on her fingernails.
"I don't want to live forever."
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Post by artistgayle on May 21, 2008 7:47:14 GMT -5
Ruban lowered his head for a moment his body seemed to tense then he turned pulled her up and clutched her to his chest in one effortless movement like she had been a mere doll his Grey eyes seemed to be a lit with a dark fire.
"If that is your Choice my dear Morgan" He said softly but there was some venom behind his words
the room around her suddenly seemed to melt as he worked on her with his skills once more, only his blazing Grey eyes could be seen clearly
"I will hold off on turning you as I promised...However" he said his voice hallow "Each night you stay with me....you risk death" the frightening jolt of situations faded away and a feeling of calm surrounded her his grip on her lightened as he set her almost gently back into the chair...no....not the chair he set her on the sofa, some how he had moved her but the memory wasn't there. He now sat next to her holding her, his long slender hand gently stroked her cheek and neck sending tingles of pleasure through her body, he began to explore her body like a lover might, finding all the tiny points that instantly made her blood hot and her mind foggy. He continued to work on these points watching fascinated as the sweat poured from her skin, he leaned closer and licked the salty flavor off her body, he kissed up her chest toward her neck, his cold lips just added to the excitement and through them he could feel the heat of her blood as her pleasure was building. He continued for what seemed to be an eternity, then her ecstasy broke and whirled violently through her body, he was sucking on her neck now,his fangs having gone unfelt he was now sucking the sweet hot blood from her body clutching her to his body, when he had his fill he gently healed her wound and layed her down on the sofa. He arose to his feet and let out a sigh, his magical world he had created for her melted away, and only the feeling of dizziness from loss of blood was left. Ruban walked back over and poured her another glass of wine and set it at the table next to her then with out a word he walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
Ruban sighed staring at himself through the mirror it had taken all of his strength to pull away from her...to not drain the life from her. Everything in his screamed to go back and finish the job, reminding him what he was and how sweet her blood was. He turned on the shower, keeping it as icy as it would go, he folded the clothing he had been waring and set them neatly on the toilet before stepping in and letting the water run down his now body which now coursed the sweet blood he had just taken from her.
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Post by morgan on May 22, 2008 0:57:46 GMT -5
Morgan listened to the quiet sounds Ruban made in the shower, unable to move or even think. It had been like sex but wrong, all one-sided, he'd taken blood from her and as promised it had been... pleasurable. It made her feel sick that he could do that to her without asking, make her feel that way. Yet, she longed for his touch still. If he'd asked then in that moment she would have given him the rest without a second thought. The ceiling was so high in this room it seemed like another planet, and they were so far above the traffic that she could hear nothing at all except the running water. Her lips were cracked and dry, she licked them. She was so cold now, the room that had seemed to be just the perfect temperature felt like a walk-in freezer. She shivered weakly, lifting a trembling hand to wipe the sweat from her face. Then she turned over on the couch and curled up as small as possible for warmth. Her eyes flickered, closed. In a roundabout way she knew that she was being abused, and she understood, finally, why some women never left the husband that beat them or raped them. Love and fear together. Once a boyfriend had hit her, and she'd dropped him like a hot rock. She couldn't do that this time.
These thoughts came slow, she was too weak after the blood-loss to think. He was right, he would kill her. She realised that she didn't care. She would do almost anything for him. Anything except becoming a vampire. Her decision now seemed more right, more important than ever, because she'd heard the knives in his voice before he drank. He'd only wanted her to choose because he was sure she'd choose to be turned- well, she was nothing if not stubborn. No death-threat, no assurance of how wrong she was could change her mind now. This was her last stand. She opened her eyes to look wearily around the empty room, feeling the numbness of sleep creeping up on her. She didn't want to be here, unconscious and helpless on his sofa, but it didn't look like there was much choice. She couldn't walk home like this, and she'd spent all her money getting here. There was a fountain pen and a newspaper on the coffee table, she stretched out a trembling arm and wrote a note. Her handwriting wavered dangerously, and the pen threatened to slip out of her numb fingers.
please don't kill me while asleep
That done, she fell limp on the sofa, breathing shallowly. Her soft, blond hair spread around her like a curtain, shielding her face from view, tangled in the fingers of one slender hand. Her dull eyes flicked closed.
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Post by artistgayle on May 22, 2008 1:32:22 GMT -5
The Next Evening when she awoke she found Ruban sitting in a chair directly across from her. He leaned forwards slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands neatly folded infront of his mouth. His hair which was once again the length when she had first met him hung loosly over his shoulders like a black silk cloak, His eyes were fixed on her, there was something behind them something different, something he had been hiding from her in their meetings. It was a dark bitterness and almost hatred for everything around him. His Grey eyes burned with it, his intire body radiated it, and with each passing moment it got worst.
"Mortals are Weak" He thought to himself staring at her frail body
His mind began to wonder and his imagination took flight as he mussed over the many ways he could kill her...just as easily as a simple hand gesture. Once again the thought came to him
"I didn't have a choice"
His mind went back to Valhalla and the reason he had left herside, he had grown to the point to were he Hated her did he really want to put this Mortal through that...could she even handle it but then again...did he really care?...Parhaps with a stroke of luck she did survive the turning...or the madness after...one evening she will wake up with such a hatred for him, she might just kill him
A smile spred across his lips it was a dark and evil smile..thats what he wanted....he didn't want someone to share his immortal life with...he wanted someone to hate him so completly that they would attempt to kill him...that would definatly make his immortal life more exciting.
"I'm going to Kill you" he said suddenly in a cold tone still not moving
"Would you like to die with dignity? or would you rather run?" they were the eyes of a predator staring at it's prey, it was obvious that if she ran she wouldn't even get to the door way
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Post by morgan on May 22, 2008 2:06:56 GMT -5
Morgan awoke under Ruban's burning gaze and sat up too fast, the world spun sickeningly around her. When she opened her eyes again she wished she hadn't. His gaze burned into her, and he grinned in a way he hadn't before. It showed his bright fangs, set in a cruel grimace, and his unnaturaly sleek hair hung dark around him. He looked every bit the monster that he was. She unconsciously cringed away from him as some animal part of her tore at the coattails of her mind, screaming. run, run!. Her heart pounded in her throat.
"I'm going to kill you." So matter-of-fact. So cold. She believed him. The door seemed a long way away, and she knew how fast he could move...
"Would like to die with dignity? or would you rather run?"
Her hand in her sleeve knotted itself into a fist. Every muscle tensed, but she stopped herself from running. Her eyes met his, wide, dark. Afraid. But she was thinking this through, why would he kill her now? She ignored his question, there were no right answers to it.
"You're insane, you're like a five hundred year old child. You don't get what you want and now you're going to kill me?"
She was looking around the room for weapons, there was nothing she could reach before Ruban got to her. Even if there were she doubted she could put a scratch on him.
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Post by artistgayle on May 22, 2008 2:17:57 GMT -5
Ruban let out a laugh putting his hands down, the look never left his eyes but now a cold evil smile lingured on his face.
"Parhapes but...Things have been very board as of late..Besides something you said inspire me" He stood up "You said something along the lines of when a Mortal knows that death is near they feel more alive....tell me my dear Morgan do you feel alive?" He was toying with her now
"I'll tell you what" he said folding his arms over his chest "I'll let you strike first...give you a fighting chance"
He tilted his head watching her he could see the fight in her and didn't want to waste the moment nothing she could do to him would destroy him, he was to old for that and he wanted to give her the satisfaction or rather the illution that she had inflicted real damage on such a creature
"What will it be then?...Parhaps one of the Picks from the fire place?....There are plenty of Knives in the kitchen...I'll let you choose one weopon in our little game...so you better choose it wisely"
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Post by morgan on May 22, 2008 2:39:15 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm feeling very alive right now."
Some of the fear had gone out of her, to be replaced by a searing rage. Her dark eyes gleamed with fury, and high on adrenaline she rose on her bloodless legs and took a step towards him. He was toying with her, obviously. She was hurt that he could think so lowly of her as to play with her life like a cat plays with a mouse. Nothing in the room could hurt him, maybe nothing in the world could. Sunlight, that would help, but it was still early.
"How dare you play fairy-monster with me? Does it make you feel special? I've got no chance."
She glared at him, nearly trembling with fear and hatred. She was finding it hard to keep her balance, too. Ruban had only barely refrained from killing her last night. She was nearly white, and there were sallow circles under her eyes, combined with her bright hair she looked almost wraithlike. Unsteady and furious at her own helplessness, she stalked over to the fireplace and swung out a burning brand. The fire had been stacked recently, and it still burned hot and bright, spitting sparks as she moved the burning end. She hoped it would at least singe of some of his pretty hair.
"Fine. How's this?"
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Post by artistgayle on May 22, 2008 2:55:01 GMT -5
He grined widly at her "Thats it" He hissed "Get angry....Come on...Give me all that you've got!" He heald his hands out "Stab me Strike me...what ever you wish" He steped closer to her so he was only a good arms jab from the hot pocker "Fight for your life...that you so desperatly cling too" He hissed in a low voice that sent chills through her
He stood there for a moment "Here I'll make it easy for you" in one movement his shirt was on the floor his white body seemed to glow in the dull firelight. He stood waiting for her actions using his vampire powers he lent her some of his strength of will making her feel stronger then she really was "This should be interesting" he thought as his burning Grey eyes were fixed on her eyes
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Post by morgan on May 22, 2008 3:13:36 GMT -5
Morgan grinned hollowly. He thought he was being so clever, having ever so much fun. Maybe this had been his plan the whole time that he'd known her, maybe this was what he did to pass the years. And his sculptures had been so beautiful, as well. So much for that. The fine hair on the back of her neck was standing up, and her arm holding the brand was already so tired, it sagged at her side. She refused to look so weak in front of him. He was enjoying it, she could tell. He'd taken off his shirt and thrown it on the floor, and she looked at it in awe, then laughed softly, helplessly.
This is what mom felt like, I should be enjoying this. And he's trying so hard to make it easy for me. With an effort, she managed an indifferent shrug, and turned away from him, shaking her head. Then she strode quickly to a thick curtain and held the torch to it, grinning brightly as it caught fire. As casually as she could manage, she then threw it into the opposite room, onto that huge satin-covered bed. Flames licked gently at it for a couple of seconds, then ran smooth over it on the delicate fabric, and up into the canopy.
"Least I can do is piss off your hotel friends. Hey, is that your coffin in there?"
She noticed it suddenly and strode into the burning bedroom, reflecting it's golden light in her eyes. She sidestepped the priest's costume on the floor, now covered in orange flames and peered at the elegant box, not yet on fire. Very pretty, he had good taste. With one hand she tried to open it, while the other groped for something burning, but the lid was heavier then she thought and she crouched there struggling.
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Post by artistgayle on May 22, 2008 3:29:46 GMT -5
He watched her burn the place the smile never leaving his lips, he walked up behind her as she struggled to open his coffin and grabbed her roughly pulling her back into his arms again "You should have stuck me"he whispered Then with the same violent roughness he sank his fangs into her neck, this time he made no attempts to lighten the pain he wanted her to feel every inch of his fangs and to feel the blood leaving her body. In the burning room drank deeply her sweet intoxicating blood as her entire world began to go black soon she would have the peace of everlasting rest...or so he wanted her to believe. A Hot liquid dripped onto her lips and then it poured into her mouth forcing it's way down her throat, from there it spread like fire through her veins and organs bringing everything back to life but at the same time accelerating it's death. Ruban watched as her mouth began to move on it's own sucking on his wrist drinking that which her body now longed for like an infant needing milk. When he couldn't handle it any longer he yanked his wrist away from her, they were sitting in the park, Ruban's pale smooth skin was covered in burns and black smudges from the soot. The Vampire Blood he had given her heightened her senses his magnificence had dulled some but he was still very beautiful.
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Post by morgan on May 22, 2008 7:47:46 GMT -5
The blood was good, so good. It poured hot and brilliant down her throat, stirring a deep warmth in her chest, and in her near-death she needed it so badly. It was the only thing left in the world, blood and Ruban's pale, slender wrist, and she clung to it until he dragged his hand away. A drop of it landed on her cheek and slid to the edge of her jaw, leaving a line of brilliant crimson on her face. And her world spun dangerously, for a long she thought of nothing at all. She was vaguely aware of the smell of his blood, and his cold arms holding her, and the need for more. Then it shattered, and for a while she was back on the dark ocean, but there were no waves, just glassy dark water to the horizon. She floated there, calm and collected for the first time in days. Aware of everything at once, and looking on it with a kind of cool detachment. That this was a hallucination. That Ruban was holding her semi-conscious body out there in the real world. That he'd broken the only promise he'd made, that she was a dead and alive at the same time. She was a vampire. A moonless, starless black sky didn't bother her as it would have in the real world. She floated on her back and watched it for a long time.
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With the groan of someone getting out of bed too early, Morgan stirred gently in Ruban's arms. Her eyes ticked open, ink black and perfect, widened fractionally, then shut again.
"God, what did you do to me..."
A rhetorical question, she knew perfectly well. It was better, far better than she'd expected and because of that much worse. If she opened her eyes again she might forgive him everything. To Morgan's vision, so used to analysing everything, examining constantly and deeply, it was too much. She could see the most minute details of every plant on the other side of the park, see an aphid on the bush across from them creep inside a pale yellow blossom, pushing the stamen aside with it's feet. And new colours! He hadn't mentioned this part. This world that he lived in was a thousand times as beautiful as the natural one. Unable to stop dissecting that brief image that she'd taken, she pulled out a hundred things that she'd never seen before. A common sparrow in the tree above her had strange marks on it's wings. She'd seen a nature documentary about that once- ultraviolet spectrum stuff. Beyond the range of visible light. It was beyond imagining, it took all her will not to leap up and run around like a child, staring.
But, she was in Ruban's arms, and he should not be forgiven for this. She lay there for a minute, just listening. He made no sound at all, disturbingly, but she could hear far better as well. It was pleasing, calming to hear all the park sounds so perfectly, and further the whisper of traffic, and dim noises of the city. This, she could handle, for the moment. She wanted so badly to open her eyes. There were things to be said first though, so she moved a hand up to cover her face. The touch was glorious, she could feel each eyelash- no, focus.
"You bastard. You preternatural f*ck-up... why didn't you just kill me? Why?"
She struggled, rose and broke away from him, still covering her dark eyes. The moonlight gleamed unnaturally bright of her hair, and even in this newborn state she moved with a grace she hadn't had, a feline elegance. She turned to face him, aware that she looked like an idiot arguing with him with her eyes shut. Her hand dropped to her side, she looked at him, and his burns, and the still unhealed scar on the side of his face. Still beautiful.Shit.
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Post by artistgayle on May 22, 2008 11:03:45 GMT -5
Ruban didn't move he just stared up at her his grey eyes still burning, they had softened considerably however then they had in the hotel, he didn't say anything he just stared at her, like someone might stare at a child. He didn't have an excuse nor did he feel like it. He rose to his feet slowly, looking for a moment like a tired old man
"You need to feed" He said coolly tenderly "Come"
He walked past her deeper into the forest when his back came into view and she saw something she hadn't seen earlier there was a huge grotesque looking Burn from his left shoulder to his right hip, from the shape and it's freshness it must have happened in the hotel, possibly a collapsing beam had hit him.
Ruban led her deeper into the park there was a couple laying in the grass on a soft blanket, Ruban eyed them curiously then contained on
"You must choose your kills wisely....one is always easier to take down then two" he said softly he stopped in the distance he saw a man dressed in a high class wardrobe, from the look of the man he was a Government official possible a judge
"There" He said softly "Is our target...now watch carefully because I'm going to make you do the next one"
He walked casually across the grass towards the man slowly make his way behind him, the man appeared completely oblivious until the last moment where Ruban sank his fangs into the mans neck and the mans entire body went stiff and ridged.
Ruban drank a little bit from the body then drug it over to her "Drink...." he ordered "
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Post by morgan on May 22, 2008 17:24:47 GMT -5
Morgan watched his pale back disappear into the trees, furious, then turned helplessly to follow him. She didn't want to be alone, and already her anger was a dull background noise in her mind. There was too much to look at, she swerved wildly as she followed him, like a toddler in a zoo. A puddle with a rainbow slick of oil on it fascinated her, she lagged behind, only vaguely listening to what he was saying. It was worse than the first time she'd done acid, she could only barely keep up with him. He was saying something about killing, and she realised suddenly that the dull lust she'd felt drinking Ruban's blood hadn't gone away. Not far off she could smell something intoxicating. Humans. I can't kill, I'm not a murderer.She ran to catch up, delighted at how well she could run now. So fast and light, like flying.
Until she saw his back and the long burn on it, weaving sleekly through the trees. It looked raw and brilliant crimson, with black where the skin had seared away. Extremely painful, any sane man would be in hospital. And she did feel sorry, somewhat, as well as impressed that she'd even left a mark. She'd never wanted to hurt him, and it was surprising that he hadn't killed her after that. Unexpectely, she was also grateful- he was right, it was a gift, this life. Everything was intoxicating, saturated with colour and magnificent.
"Sorry I burned the Plaza"
She said, grudgingly, as she matched his pace. Her golden hair floated behind her like a veil, down the back of her dress as she walked swiftly alongside. Ahead there was their kill, a swollen, bloated creature with varicose veins along his cheeks. He looked important, in an expensive gray suit with his thinning hair slicked back. Morgan thought she had never seen anyone more beautiful. Then suddenly Ruban was behind him and holding his limp body, and she let out a cry of distress, shocked that he could hurt something so gorgeous. One of the mans chubby hands trailed in the dust as Ruban dragged the body to her, and though he wasn't moving Morgan could hear his heartbeat. He was still alive, Ruban wanted her to kill this thing. "Drink" he said.
Slowly, afraid, she shook her head. The smell reached her, then. There was some blood on Ruban's cold lips, and the wound in the man's throat wept crimson down his neck. A long line, then it dissappeared into his collar where it spread in a wide stain on his shirt. Every hair on her body seemed to stand up, it was electric, and in a kind of numbness she bent and gathered him in her arms, and drank.
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Post by artistgayle on May 22, 2008 21:51:31 GMT -5
Ruban ignored her comment about the Plaza and watched her, his senses was alert and just as the man's heart slowed to the point of death he took the man away from her. "That enough for now" He said softly and reached behind him pulling a large knife that had been tucked into the back of his pants, he took the sheath off and sliced into the man's throat brilliantly hiding the two puncture wounds. Ruban then dropped the man on the ground, bending down he began to go through the man's pockets taking his wallet and any other articles that was worth anything he also took the man's coat and shirt off leaving the coat he pulled the shirt on over his torso it was a lot less extravagant then he was use too and there was blood on it...to hid the blood he took a hand full of dirt and smudged it over his shirt eventually it looked like he was a business man that had been caught in the fire at the Plaza, which was what he wanted people to think. "Alright...come we've got to make some arrangements before the dawn...your body will be changing more...and it might be painful I want you to be in a comfortable environment" he said softly as he put his hand on her arm and lead her through the park towards the streets
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Post by morgan on May 22, 2008 23:22:39 GMT -5
Morgan looked back over her shoulder at the man's corpse, guiltily, it was so frail and damp with blood. But Ruban took her arm, and she allowed herself to be lead away through the dark streets, finally listening to him. The promise of more pain made her nervous, it had hurt so much already. But she'd never been one of those to worry about the inevitable and so she just nodded and kept pace. Arrangements. This could be a problem, she'd already burned the place where Ruban slept through the day, and now more than ever she couldn't go home. What would Ruban do to Benjy? What would she do? Now that she was a killer. It didn't bear thinking about. It had been so easy to take from that man, the remorse was a dim prompt in the back of her mind.
"Where are we going?"
The rough edge of a street sign caught her eye, and she tugged against Ruban's arm as she tried to stop and stare. He dragged her on through the streets, as she turned her head, wide eyed and blissfully happy.
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