Donegal Town Ireland (Invite Only)

[lucyloo]

Lucy smirked. “Fairly nice.” She trailed the last word, “But, I’ve seen better.” She wasn’t trying to be mean, or repulsive, but she had. She wasn’t one to be known to lie, well, at least not at the first meeting. Even when she told the truth, she didn’t exaggerate, just the cold, hard, truth. Kind of like herself.

She inhaled, useless, but she felt it needed to be done. Yes, that technique was useful, to some people at least. Now, Lucy, she preferred the ‘thinking on the spot’ routine. Yes, a low hit there, a higher one there, just a scattered fight. It made everything more complicated, and she liked complicated.

She trailed her eyes from the sky to the ground, looking at nothing in particular. She was heading toward a sort of surprise attack, but he could probably tell when she was about to strike, which meant that she would have to keep her face still and look preoccupied.

She kept trailing her eyes, sending one thought racing through her mind every second. She spotted a tree and smiled mentally. She was doing a fairly good job with holding a straight face. She kept her actions under the ordinary and straightened out the ruffle of her dress. She fixated with the straps and let her eyes return to a sea foam color. Yes, it was bright, but it was bright for a reason. Just like a rattlesnake, the colors of it would perceive you to think that It’s harmless, when it could actually kill you. Well, that was the same with Lucy.

She trailed her eyes to the grass once again and jolted toward him just as fast as she had looked away a few minutes ago. She grabbed him by the collar and raced to the tree and slammed him up against it, with only one arm. Her right one to be exact. She tightened her grip and pushed him farther up the tree. She let her knees relax and she eyed her left hand by bringing it to neck level.

She turned back to face him and trailed her fingertips, mockingly, over his neck with her left hand. She grinned at the thought and pictured Rose in her grip instead of Morgan. “You know, I could rip out your larynx, pharynx, and trachea in one grip, if I wanted to.” She pressed her fingers into his neck, leaving a slight bruise, drawing only some blood.

Lucy wasn’t the angel to be messed with. She was like a time bomb, one wrong move, and you’re finished.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan waited for her appraisal. It was direct and honest, he shrugged and thought fair enough. He waited for her to say or do something; he could feel the anticipation in the air. Soon it was nerve wracking to him, he tried to remain focused, but as a newborn there was still so much that caught his attention and he found himself with his attention wandering.

She came from nowhere, he had been watching as she adjusted her dress, the play of fabric against her skin and the crinkle in the night was soft and whispered in his ears. His distraction was his downfall. Had she not warned him to always know his surroundings? She came so swiftly, and he could not even stand his ground his ground because he felt his feet torn from under him as she rushed across the ground. The tree groaned under the onslaught of his weight and the force of her crushing hiim against it. He smirked as she threatened him, and left a mark on his neck that would leave a telltale scar.

He smelled his own blood and his lip curled. He could have shoved away but he let her have her reprimand. He earned it with his lack of attention. It was not a mistake that would happen again. He knew her words were true, yet he thought he could defend himself sufficiently if he wanted. Her tiny scar would always serve to keep him focused in the future.

He sensed her control; and how much it cost her. She was dangerous, and he respected that. As gently as he could he disentangled himself from her grasp and moved to stand beside her. Point taken, I let my attention wander. How do you keep such control? Does it ever overwhelm you and you have to fight? Will that come in time for me? Right now everything tugs at my senses and I want to look and smell and hear it all. It's so new and different, everything I see every day is suddenly something else; and I can't see it in the daylight anymore. He looked at her to see what her reply was. Do you ever miss the sun? Does that longing ever go away? I don't really miss life in the day; but I know I will... I wonder if it will bother me someday, and if I will be able to handle it.

He had unknowingly slipped into his youth of twenty-one years and looked like a boy who was about to hear something he didn't know if he wanted to really know the answer to. It was an abrupt change in his personality and he hadn't even done it on purpose.

[lucyloo]

Lucy arched an eyebrow in his curiosity, and grinned. She remembered being like that before. Always questioning anything that had to do with her change. People always getting carried away with their answers, blowing them all out of proportion. Hopefully she wouldn’t do the same with him, but something in her mind told her that she was going to.

She attempted to take one question at a time, if that was even possible. Tackling the control question first. “Years, and years of experience, my dear.” She chuckled at the thought. “No, not really. You just have to learn to always be on your toes. Especially if you have a foe like I do. Then you really have to make sure you’re always ready to take someone down, if need be.” With all of that being said, she had thought that she answered his other question also. But after analyzing her response, she threw in something pertaining to that specific one. “I never get overwhelmed. Unless, I’m forced to get that way.”

At this point during the ‘interrogation’, she felt like she was on an interview, rather than actually having a conversation with someone. So many questions were spewing from his mouth, she had the urge to slap him to actually shut him up. She laughed, a little louder than intended, for her own thoughts. The next question made her wonder for a while before actually spitting out an answer.

“Well, it depends if you’re willing to exercise your control with other people. If you do, then yes, you will learn to. But if you don’t, then you’ll most likely be acting like you do right now. Delirious to everything.” She trailed the last word again, thinking that it was too harsh to say, but who really gave a shit? She was, who she was. And she wasn’t going to change for anybody.

She tried, no, more like attempted to contain herself from the hilariousness of the next question. Even though, she failed horribly. “Do I ever miss the sun?!” She snickered slightly again, “No. Never have, never will.” Even when she was a human, she never did like the sun. She hated it. How bright it got, how it damaged her skin, made it all red, and made her look like a lobster. Even though vampires can still go out in the sun, she never did. She wondered if he knew that, assuming from the questions he asked that he didn’t.

She cleared her throat and got slightly more serious. “You know, if you still do like the sun, you can still go outside when the sun is out. Just wear jeans and a hoodie. Regardless, just make sure all of your skin is covered. If not, things like these can happen. She held up her forearm once again, and wondered if he could see the ending point of her other scar on her chest. Or as she referred to it as the nape of her neck. Yet another one of Rose’s trademarks on Lucy.

Lucy knew that the next burn she would get could possibly kill her, for good. And her eyes widened slightly at the thought. She turned her gaze away from Morgan and returned pace the way they came before. She didn’t want him getting any ideas, she didn’t want him hurting himself.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan watched her carefully in case he had angered her with his rapid volly of questions. He couldn't help himself and she was the first person he had a chance to ask. She could have told him to sod off or just left him standing there, but he was surprised as she actually answered his questions. He paid attention knowing he was in a position to learn some things that would be beneficial to him in his future. She was obviously able to take care of herself, and he needed this advice.

She was contrite and treated his inquiries as so much bother, but she answered all the same. She even revealed some scars on her body to give him a vivid reminder of the damage the sun could cause. He had no choice but to have some dealings soon in the daylight and he would be sure to heed her words, even the unspoken ones. He knew better than to offer profuse thanks, so instead he would thank her by listening and learning.

Her words were no nonsense and almost harsh; but she was honest and forthright. He could appreciate this in her. Morgan was the type to fins something good in everyone. Her bluntness was a positive to him. Something to appreciate and not quibble over. He followed her as she lead back the way they had come with a soft grin on his face. He had learned a lot from her, and he couldn't even tell her because he just knew it would be the wrong thing to do. So he followed obediently trying to keep his mind on the surroundings and her in case she should decide to further his education. He had learned to be wary of his own kind now more than ever before.

He had not even thought that he should fear other vampyre, it just seemed they would want to get along for the most part. But she had revealed the simple truth to him that this was simply not so. He would keep this lesson near to him and in his mind always when he met another vampyre. He thought a sincere thank you to her for this night. But he only held a warm smile on his face to show any hint of it outwardly. Instead he gave her the gift of following in silence.

[lucyloo]

Lucy kept walking down the path and turned toward a crowd of trees. “This is where you fed, correct?” She knew it was, a rhetorical question? No, it wasn’t but, she could be wrong. Regardless of where he actually did feed, she sashayed toward the trees anyway. Pulling back numerous branches, so that she could actually enter the forest. She wanted to show him her version of the sun. What she got used to seeing over the years.

She crouched under more branches. The shorter hanging ones, the worst possible place for her to go with her height was the forest. Most people, like Morgan’s height, would be able to walk through them without a problem. But could Lucy? Heaven’s no. She had to maneuver around every single, fucking, branch that was there. Even ones that hung higher, still annoyed her. They were always just so far above her head, that she got that feeling that she was being watched from above. So, she constantly ran her hand over the top of her head, to make sure nothing was there. She sighed in defeat, it was hard being short. But yet, why did so many people want to be that way?!

She reached a clearing where you could see the moon, well what was there of it anyway, exactly the way she wanted to. She rose her arm and pointed to the moon while turning her head back to him. “Do you see that? That’s my sun.” She snickered at the words she was saying. She felt like she was talking to a significant other, or someone of that nature, other than an inanimate object. She looked around and sat on a rock that was about twice the height of herself.

She sat, somewhat perched on the side of the rock. Making sure that he knew that even though she seemed relaxed, she really wasn’t. She was always on the tip of her toes, making sure she knew everything that was lurking in the dark. “So, this, Morgan Dubhbraon person.” She grinned. “What’s he like?”

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan followed obediently, he danced through the branches weaving between them effortlessly. He felt a change in her demeanor and he was wary, on edge as if she were testing him. When they reached an open clearing he stopped just at the edge. The way the moonlight bathed her in its ghostly wash was beautiful. Her dress was the only splash of color and she looked like an angel. Her blonde hair shone like moonlight and he was caught by her sudden transformation.

He stepped closer like a sleepwalker in a dream. He kept waiting for the vision to shift and change into a nightmare. He stopped a few feet from where she perched dainty and alert on a stone outcropping. He could see her eyes like pinpricks of light in the glint of the moon as they cast here and there missing nothing in the area. But as moved as he was by her appearance her question caught him off guard. Who was he.

His face went from awed to flat for a moment as he considered, and a soft smile crept across his features like a cloud across the moon. I am nobody of great import, tho I am Lord of Castly Kelly and hold title to much land and several of these villages surrounding are in my families possession, I am just a lowly man. I want for nothing, and never have save to feel at home and belong. My parents were both great adventurers and I was content with my home life, my schooling and my friends. But now, I am more alive than ever before. It is not who I am but who I have the potential to become. My past is behind me, and I have left that me behind.

I am strong and I am brave, I am learned, yet have much to learn. I am fearless and believe in that which I cannot see, and trust only that which is right before my eyes. I am insatiable and I want to live, and now I might have enough life to feel I have truely lived. He had spoken what he felt he was, and he hoped he had answered her question. He wanted to ask her who was Lucy Kartreight, but he felt it was blasphemy to do so.

So he asked with his eyes, who are you, Lucy?

[lucyloo]

She nodded with his own self description. They were very powerful words. Most of them, she couldn’t even say about herself. Just because, she wasn’t that type of person. She could never leave the old her behind her. Well, at least not with the demons that still plagued her mind. She could never forget her past, or the people that lived in it. She could never call herself strong, because she crumbled at the worst moments possible. In her mind, she was just a big poser, that only showed the emotions that were necessary to get by with. But, every time she thought that, she remembered that everyone acted that way. Everyone, only showed the emotions to get by. So in reality, she was just like everyone else.

She perked up at the knowing of his question. She wanted to seem interesting, but not ridiculous either. “Who is Lucy Kartreight?” she asked back to herself. She pondered the question a while longer. Keeping the suspense going. “Well, I am no lord. Or anything of the sorts.” She smirked as an idea popped in her mind. “Have you ever seen the movie, ‘Alice in Wonderland?” After she actually said it she realized how ridiculous the question seemed. “It’s relevant, I promise.”

She stood and hopped off of the rock. “Remember what the Cheshire Cat was like?” She wandered around him in a circle. “Here one minute.” She stopped dancing around him and raced to a tree, on a branch, not that far from the ground. “And gone the next?” She sat on the branch like she owned the world. In a sort of, ‘come catch me if you can’ mindset. She looked at her hand like she had when she had him trusted against the tree a couple hours ago.

She tilted her head to the side, like a confused dog would. “I’m just like a figment of your imagination.” She hopped off of that branch and raced to a opposing tree across from the clearing and sat on the ground, propped up against it’s trunk. She shook her head at the insanity that she had consumed. “I’m just a woman, from London, England. That was changed into a vampire at the ripe age of twenty one. Nothing really special there, now is there?”

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan watched her bounce around and explain herself. He knew Alice in Wonderland, and at first he was trying to think how she would relate. She could be an Alice, thrown into this world and trying to figure it out. By now she was definately adjusted to his untrained eye. So he listened rather than speculate. He smiled at her assertion that she was the Cheshire Cat. He loved the cat; so cryptic and invisible just as she reiterated, here and there. It was one of the most underused characters in teh whole story.

He sat where he was, not moving until she finished her speal. She was turned when she was twenty one too. He whispered, We have that in common, I'm twenty one too. but you sell yourself far too short. He looked up at her, You are most definitely someone; a special someone who is wild and free, more who I wish I could be. You are not weighted down with the titles and expectations. But that is why I say I am not the same as I was before. I will be the strong man I always was, but I am going to do more of what I want to do. I know you did not want to teach me, but you have given me a lot to think about and have shown me a side of this life I might have missed. His eyes shone in the light of the moon; he chuckled.

He wanted to thank her for what she had shown him, to reveal herself so without all the trappings of formality and guise of deceit. It was the first time in his life he had felt free. Would they ever see each other again? He wouldn't call them friends, but friendly acquaintences definately!

It's time for me to go now isn't it? The day is coming... He let his voice trail rather than say the unnecessary words. He observed the lightening sky and judged they had an hour and maybe a little more before sunup.

[lucyloo]

She nodded her head at the thanks, she assumed, he was trying to show her. She liked helping newborns, but only if they were going to keep up with her, just like he did. He was quiet the person to become friends with, now wasn’t he? And if he ever needed tips again, mostly about anything, he could come to her. If he withstood this much being around her, she could possibly loosen up around him. She rose from her sitting position and walked to the opening.

She looked out over the horizon and saw the glowing warning of the sun. Even though she did hate the sun, she liked seeing it coming up. Like a new day of challenges for her, verses the sun. She was startled by his question. “Get going? The fun is only beginning darling.” She looked around and spotted the way they had came in from. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

She climbed through the brush and trees once again. Always getting pummeled by the branches that were too low, even for her standards. She escaped the madness from the trees and looked back over to the horizon, making sure she had enough time to do what she wanted to do in the first place.

She turned abruptly facing Morgan. “Try to keep up. Okay? I’ll stop a few times to make sure you are, and don’t worry, you won’t get scorched. Trust me.”

She smirked and turned back around. Just like that, she was gone. Well, not really gone, just running, and making her way back towards the city that they had ventured away from. She loved going at this speed. The wind floating around her like it was nothing, because well, it was. She danced around the trees and any other obstacles that got in her path.

She stumbled across a rock, that was randomly placed, but provided a good space of shade behind it. She raced over to it and pressed her back against the rock itself. Engulfing herself in the shade and awaiting his entrance to her version of, the daily life of a vampire.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan grinned at the change in her, she was enigmatic, and he really liked that about her. When she offered to show him somethign he couldn't help but get excited. He raced with her though the underbrush as if it wasn't even there, she was so fast but he could keep up with her. In fact he almost pummilled right into her when she stopped suddenly and dashed behind a stone outcropping. His body was covered against the sun except for his head and face, but he could pull his shirt off and use it if he had to and just fasten his jacket to cover his torso.

He was pleased to not have to cut their encounter short just yet, and he looked at her momentarily before squishing beside her under her rock. ((OOC LMAO We're under your rock again Lucy!!!)) The sun was beginning to highlight the sky with the beautiful colors that signified daybreak. There was not much time and he hoped they would be safe. He looked at her quizzically, she had decreed the moon her sun before, and he had accepted that. He was glad to get to share this sunrise with her though. Glad she had decided not to go just yet.

A grin spread across his face again and he sat there looking at her, watching how the blonde of her hair splayed against the stony backdrop. The faint light played on the contrast of darker stone against her bright hair. She was like the moon in the night sky, it was fun to watch as his eyes adjusted to the changing light. It was a magic moment shared between two people, two fast becoming friends. She was no nonsense and he needed that. She helped him realize things that were right in front of his face but he couldn't see them. To friends, he toasted the new day.

[lucyloo]

She smirked at the statement. Friends. That was what they were. “To friends.” She smiled again and looked up toward the sky. The sun peaking in over the horizon, if they were going to make it to the city in time to spare themselves their immortal lives, they would have to do it now.

She turned towards Morgan and knew her eyes were changing back to electric blue, they always did when the sun came out. She blinked, all of them being useless. “If you’re going to make it back you’re going to have to keep up. And I can’t take any chances.” She rose from beside the rock and knew that if she made the wrong turn, she would be in grave danger.

She peered back over to Morgan and then to the trip they still had until they reached the city. Like she said, she didn’t want to take any chances. She reached back over and hoisted Morgan up from his crouched position. “Pay attention. Don’t trip, don’t get distracted. Think of this like a lesson on how to be observant of your surroundings.” She gripped his hand before taking off in the direction needed.

She ran, as fast as she possibly could, and prayed to god that Morgan wouldn’t trip. If he was going down, he was taking her with him. She gripped on tighter with the thought lingering in her head. She really didn’t want another set of scars to go along with the ones she had already.

The wind got that same dexterity to it, just dancing around her, not getting in the way. She liked it. She peered up at the sky once again and knew that they were literally only steps away from town. She raced into the crowded streets, knowing that she was just a flash and then a disappearance. She spotted the building that she had seen him for the first time at and literally lunged forward toward the wall facing the opposite way of the sun. The shadows of the building engulfing them from the destroying sun. She released her grip and peered over at him.

Hopefully it was an experience he would never forget.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan watched her, his friend, as the sunlight shone a little brighter. Her blonde hair against the darker rocks was like the sunrise. It shone in the dim light and lit up the overhang. He saw her face get serious and he listened as she spoke. He resumed his grin and followed as she lead. He knew he could keep up, he could probably outrun her if he wanted. He squeezed her hand when she grabbed his and laughed as they ran through the trees. He easily avoided the underbrush with his newly keen eyesight and all too soon they were back where they started.

They had moved faster than most human eyes could follow and as they huddled against the side of the tavern several people shot them dark glances. That is, until they saw who it was. Morgan owned the land the town sat on, so no one crossed him. There was power in money. Morgan had always thought this wrong, power should never be bought, and now that he had true power he knew his thoughts had been right. But he could not change generations of thinking so easily.

He looekd over at Lucy, and noticed how bright the sky was becoming. Do you have a room? I could set you up over the tavern here, there are some decent rooms there. His grin widedned at the next thought. His protectors would surely be resting through the day, so the Castle would be his. I could also give you run of a wing of my Castle, we'd have to duck in the tavern for caps and my cloak for you, but we could make it safely there if we hurried. I promise to be a proper gentleman. He stood there looking at her, almost anxious for her reply. Did she have lodgings? Would she want to stay at the tavern, or would she want to rest in the comfort of his Castle? His smile faltered then resumed brighter while he waited.

[lucyloo]

The question smacked Lucy in the face. Why didn’t she think of those things before? Everything that happened the day before and the night that had just passed, and she didn’t think once of where she was supposed to stay for her visit. Her palm met her forehead forcefully. She turned her head slightly to the side, acknowledging his offering.

She pondered for a moment before coming to a final decision. It wasn’t so much that she didn’t trust him, she just didn’t want to impose on his personal space. She hated when people did that to herself, so she would never think about doing it to another person. Then again, if she chose to stay at the tavern, she didn’t know what kind of people lurked there. Or what their thoughts were, held inside their twisted minds.

She focused on the question. Debating the possibilities over and over again. She rested her hand back at her side, “No, I don’t have a room.” She paused, thinking about how idiotic that must sound to him. Going to a place, and not having a place to stay?! She rolled her eyes at herself, “And I would be honored to stay at your castle. But, only if I wasn’t imposing.”

She danced her way to the edge of the shadow, and peeked around the side of the building. Noticing the actual size of the castle in the distance. Why hadn’t she seen it before? Was she delirious to everything around her? Probably. Especially when she was in a new place.

She turned back around to Morgan and sunk back into the shadows. She really didn’t like the sun. How bright it was, how much power it had over everyone. She just hated it. She hated being out of her own self control, and not being able to do things she wanted to, when she wanted to.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan watched her anxiety as she pondered what could be a trick question. He hadn't meant it that way, he had meant simply to offer her a place to hide from the light of day. Eventually she agreed to take his offer to stay at his Castle. He saw her peek out at it, he had to see what her vantage point was and he peered too. Oh, it was a broadside view. Well the Castle was an ancestral edifice built for protection and to withstand time. He offered a vague smile and nodded. Lucy, I wouldn't have offered if it was a bother. I insist, you will have a whole wing to wander in and explore if you desire. I could wager I might not even iknow you are there! You can wait here while I go get my cloak and some hats, Ok. He slipped into the tavern nodding to Killian who was on duty again. He grabbed a couple of wide brimmed hats off the pegs where they had been for ages with no one to claim them and pulled his cloak off the peg it had been hung on. He tipped his hand to the hat he didn't have yet on his head and slipped back out the door.

He had been gone less than thirty seconds, but the sun was getting higher already. He slipped the cloak over her shoulders without asking. It was the gentlemanly thing to do. His height versus hers made it cover her from head to toe, perfect. He settled the thicker of the two hats on her beautiful golden hair, hiding it from the harsh rays of the sun. He grinned and pulled the other over his own head and turned the collar of his jacket up high. Her hands were safe within the sleeves of the cloak, but his weren't. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled his arms as far into their protective cover as he could. He settled for stuffing them into his pockets for safety and looked at her. Ready then? He said with a laugh. It was a short jog up the winding lane to the main gate, if they cut cross country it would be even quicker. They could probably make it without any harm. He knew she could run swiftly, and they were both in very real danger. He signalled to let her know he was ready.

[lucyloo]

She felt the sudden warmth of a cloak draped over her shoulders. She peered over and saw Morgan pull up his collar and put on a hat as well. She looked back down and noticed the cloak draped down over her feet as well. This was one of those instances where being short, sucked. Epicly. She shook her head. Why did her mother have to be so short? And why did it have to pass to Lucy herself!? She laughed at the thought and dealt with it. She allowed the sleeves to pass over her hands and she tugged up the bottom of the cloak slightly, so she wouldn’t trip over her own two feet.

She nodded, “Ready.” She was surprised at the word, it carried more of an English accent than she expected it to. Oh well. Who really cared about little things like those? She shrugged it off and peered around the corner once again, drawing a path with her mind. She just hoped that no one would stumble in her way while she was attempting to stay ‘alive’.

She peered back at him and drew her attention back to the castle. She counted one, two three. And she was off.

She raced toward the castle. When of course, the worst happened. Some barbaric idiot stumbled out in front of her and caused her to tumble over him, face meeting pavement. She hissed as she braced for the fall itself. She kept her body covered under the cloak and pushed herself up. “I’m sorry ma’am. I should’ve watched where I was going.” She attempted to say something in reassurance. But all that came out was a echoing snarl, that drew the attention of everyone around.

She ignored the stares she got and barreled toward the castle once again. She reached the entrance and pushed herself up against the gates. She couldn’t open them, mostly for protection purposes anyway. She engulfed herself in the darkness of the cloak and awaiting for Morgan to catch up with her.