Ashes to ashes ((Ruban))

[artistgayle]

Ruban led her through the park and onto the sidewalk, he was silent for a long time seemingly knowing where he was going but not telling her. Finally after what seemed like an eternity when he was far away from the park and the Plaza, he stopped at a darkened apartment building, it looked old and run down. Ruban let go of her arm and walked up the stairs feeling around the door frame finding a dusty key, with a serious expression on his face he put the key in the lock and turned, the door opened with a creaking sound. "Come on in" he said softly as he stepped inside the apartment smelt of time. A lay of dust covered everything in a blanket of white no one had been in this apartment in a very long time.

Ruban walked into the man living area and opened up a dust covered desk pulling out some candles he lit one and the room was instantly lit with light and shadows.

[valhalla]

A lone figure off in the distance watched the two enter the apartment building her long black hair hung over her shoulders blowing silently in the wind as she leaned up against the side of the building.

"You must be really desperate to come back here Ruban" she whispered to herself a cold smile spread across her red lips

"Well then I better go and meet with my new Grandchilde" she said to herself then disappeared into the alleyway next to the darkened apartment that Ruban and Morgan had went into.

[morgan]

Morgan followed him into the apartment nervously, sure that the furniture would crumble if she touched it. Her shoes left neat prints in the dust, revealing dark floorboards underneath. She wandered a little. Ruban lit a candle, and long shadows jumped from covered chairs to race across the floor. They wavered in the golden light. Her dark eyes took in the room, the streaks of mould on the ceiling, boarded windows. By New York standards this place was ridiculously, dangerously old. She was surprised no-one had knocked it down to build a mini-mall or something. Maybe Ruban owned the building. With the toe of one shoe she drew a picture in the dust on the floor: A smily face. Then she drew two triangular fangs from it's mouth.

"Very dramatic... what is this place?"

As she spoke a long spike of pain raced through her side, and she let out a short cry before she could bite it off. A hot kind of agony, it lingered for a few seconds then faded away. This is going to hurt. A lot. She unknotted her fingers from her dress and smoothed back a strand of golden hair that had fallen in her face, shivering a little.

[artistgayle]

Ruban licked his lips "This apartment belongs to Valhalla" he said softly "From the looks of it she hasn't been here in some time" he turned an looked at her for a long moment "It's starting...come...you should lay down" he motioned towards the bedroom.

He walked over to the bed he took the edges of the blanket and shook them sending a cloud of white dust into the air but off the blanket "Here...you can sleep here for the day...all the windows in the apartment are specialy treated to keep the sun out but still allow us to see out...If you need anything I'll be trying to get some of the dust out of the apartment"

[morgan]

Morgan hadn't thought she was tired, but the bed, dusty as it was, suddenly looked very inviting. A dim pain was creeping up her spine, sinking tiny needles into her and she squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced. Nodding to Ruban silently she kicked off her shoes and climbed into the huge old bed. It made her feel small and frail. Her too-pale hands lay like white spiders on the sheet. There were patterns there, she thought, but the colours had faded with age and the spread was now a dim off-white, like old china. She choked back a scream as her stomach turned over, twisted her hands into the frail sheets. Now I really am dying. Her bright hair fanned over a pillow as she lay down. Her eyes slid half closed, dark sickle-moons of iris still visible. She didn't want to sleep, not yet.

Valhalla's house. The thought was vaguely disquieting. Ruban's sire was a vague figure in his stories, a sort of vengeful goddess that turned up to take what she wanted. Beautiful, voluptuous and totally self-centered. And powerful. She must be unspeakably old by now, if she was still alive. Morgan found herself hoping that she wouldn't come back, and wondered why Ruban had brought her here, to this dark and broken place. A wave of nausea, she grit her teeth and stared at the ceiling, trying to distract herself in the wild patterns of water-damage. Cracks, flaked white-wash and mottled green splashes of mould became a strange landscape that she imagined herself walking on. She looked down at her body. Wan and shivering. Tears stood on the rims of her eyes. I look terrible. She thought, and slipped into an uneasy sleep.

[artistgayle]

Ruban watched her as she layed down on the bed for a split moment he felt a wave of sorrow wash over him like it had the night before, he felt sorry for her, and what he had did to her.

He let out a soft sigh and walked back into the living area

"I'm a monster" he said softly then picked up a broom and began to sweep up the layer of dust on floor, he knew Valhalla was near by *Please I'm not ready to see you yet...just give me a couple more nights* he whispered closeing his eyes

[morgan]

((lalala... time passes. I can't think of what to say... should I have her wake up later or do you think this thread has had it's time?))

[valhalla]

(Hmmm well we could contine this...or put Ruban on hold for a moment and just Post on the Thread that you and Valhalla and the other person is on....I'd like to flesh out Valhalla anyhow...and who knows I'm sure Ruban can make a cameo appearance ever so often -Ruban)

[morgan]

((Let's put this on hold then, I think we both know what happens.
Morgan:"Oh woe is me it appears I am now a vampire."
Ruban:"Poor Morgan I'm a little bit sorry but not really. You should probably go drink blood. And wear sunscreen."
Morgan:"Whatever."))