Honey, You Don't Know the Half of It [Yve/Giz]

[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=1f1423] "O-Oh my God. Miss? Are... are you okay? Do you need help?" The vampress rolled her eyes and snorted, perturbed that the mortal would ask such a foolish question. Of course she wasn't okay. Gee, what gave her away? Was it the blood smear trail she left when she dragged her gushing body on one arm to the center of the footbridge? Could it be the Freddy Krueger slashes that grated her flesh? Or maybe it was the sight of her clutching her dismembered arm to her chest while what was left of it lay an oozing, mottled stump at her side that clued her in. Giselle lifted the severed limb to check the watch on it's wrist. Less than an hour and a half until sunrise. Approximately three hours until she'd heal armless, a two hour trek twelve miles back to Paris without maximum vampire speed considering her broken leg. No cell phone to call her husband -- it was smashed. No time to get to Paris. She'd have to find a shady area until nightfall again... But then she'd lose her arm... This was just fan-fucking-tastic. The mortal was awkwardly hovering over Giselle, asking her to say something. Her face was turning a sickly green. "If you hurl on me I swear to God I'll rip your arm off," she snarled. "Help me up. The mortal hesitantly stooped to get Giselle's good arm around her shoulders. With a grunt, she successfully pulled Giselle to stand on one foot and supported the rest of her weight. "Mon Dieu, Mademoiselle... y-your arm how did thi-- wh-what are you doing?" Giselle froze -- her teeth were inches from the mortal's neck. "So thirsty..." she whimpered. The mortal's eyebrows knitted together, "Oh? Uhm... C'mon... I'll help you get back into the city... What happened to you?" Giselle sneered, but gave her a straight answer, "Werewolf." Then snapped, "Don't you have a cell phone?" The mortal, chewing her lip nervously, shook her head, "Not until I get it repaired... no." Giselle's eyes narrowed to slits. Through gritted teeth she spat, "Then you, Cherie, are useless to me." The vampress punched her fangs through the mortal's neck. She screamed and tired jerking Giselle loose. The vampire's only hand was still grasping her dissected arm, so she shoved the appendage into the mortal's mouth. Giselle drank heartily. It wasn't long before the mortal was deceased. Slumped over the corpse slumped over the railing, it took Giselle considerable effort to shove the body over and into the canal single handed. When that dirty deed was done, she collapsed over the banister, letting her arm and half an arm dangle over while the other half lay at her feet. As far as predicaments went, this one was severely unfortunate. What started as a peaceful walk under a full moon along Canal de l'Ourcq while Lars was out ended with a werewolf using her body as his scratching post and her arm reduced to a chew toy. The beast lay dead a little ways from the footbridge. At least she didn't have his return to worry about. The refreshment that the mortal had to offer was a tasty pick-me-up, and was nicely remedying her broken leg as well as unfortunately healing what was left of her arm. Maybe two hours left now to save it. Giselle needed a fucking miracle. the count was 558 and she's wearing this and also, they are HERE and her clothes are shredded obviously xP.

[yvette gabrielle audley*]

[atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=040201] Ah, Paris. France was a beautiful place, welcoming to strangers and a feeding ground for the most elegant of the grotesque creatures. They were grotesque, Yvette mused with a mild smile developing on her plump lips – a casual expression that disclosed nothing but the vaguest of emotions. She had been shopping but tired quickly of the various heathens that roamed the boutiques in search of a lady wanting some sort of sugar daddy. The country had no shortage of gold diggers, or common sluts, but money had never been quite so inviting as to make her abandon self worth and go in a new direction of sleeze. That was beneath her, she decided without the benefit of expression. The statement seemed farfetched; “I’m above it.” Didn’t they all want to be above it? Beyond anything and everything…so desperate to claw their way to the top. Kicking and screaming, she thought with a devilish grin. Oddly enough (perhaps not odd for a vampire) she was amused by the thought of flailing limbs and gasping screams – probably had to do with her choice of food. Since she’d abandoned the shopping scene she fancied a walk, an innocent little stroll that would remedy her tiresomely uneventful day. Where there were roads there were people and people meant blood or drama, both on a good day. And that was always such fun. Especially when they begged. Yvette liked to watch them tremble, as rarely as she observed her prey before simply devouring it. She couldn’t help that she wanted nothing more but a quick snap and a straw. It seemed to be a development in her persona – instant gratification. Mmm. The metallic heat of blood running down her throat, she practically salivated over the prospect. And blood she did smell, but to her displeasure it was no human that was oozing. Almost hunching in disappointment, she directed her course in the general direction of the scent, and soon was picked up by an even better opportunity. It hadn’t been a human but a vampire…and that vampire was none other than Giselle Audley. As she alighted the slender, manmade bridge she smirked amusedly, observing the fallen appendage with a small chuckle. There was no discernable regret for the outburst in the fledgling’s eyes, only the teasing that one might expect from a younger sibling. Truly though, the Audley’s compared it was difficult to say who was more immature – Yvette with her playful nature, or Giselle with her flippant temper tantrums and bad decisions. Almost chuckling again, she just held her tongue and leant back against the rail, facing opposite her sibling though her peacefully flawless countenance was given a tilt towards the wounded immortal. ”Fancy finding you hangin’ around here.” Okay, so she hadn’t quite finished playing… Give the child a break, Miss Prim & Proper sibling was in a crunch and she had so happened to stumble upon her. That wasn’t luck. That was fortune, the best kind. Eyeing the scabs developing on her sibling’s stump of an appendage, she shook her head quietly, “tsking” her and sliding her cell phone from her back pocket. Murmuring quickly in French tongue that sounded more at home from her mouth than the plain, accented English that the world commonly beheld, her driver parked somewhere on the cobblestoned streets put her car in gear and was on his way. Five minutes, she figured, if he’d listened to the haste she preached. If not…well he’d be a snack for the elder Audley while she drove. He was a temporary driver anyway, filthy mortal. ”Playing with dogs,” she sniffed in a rueful mutter, eyeing Giselle’s mangled limb and weak state. Somehow this appearance fell short of her expectations for her sibling but she pushed the disappointment aside. The spinning of wheels caught her attention, and a satisfied sneer crept over her countenance. The driver put the car in park, flew from the driver’s seat and held the door to the back seats open , his shoulder stiff and his eyes dutiful but not without an adequate amount of apprehension. ”Shall we, then?” -------------------------------------------------- count: 683 outfit: click! comments:bahaha xD!

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[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=1f1423] The last time she saw her was behind Lars's gun. Since then she'd been out of sight however far from out of mind. Yvette was an impossibility, despite having the papers to prove her relations. She left the birth certificate with Giselle, and she had the opportunity to have it examined for fraudulence. Much to Giselle's disappointment the document proved to be authentic. She wanted an explanation but felt no desire to track down her half-sister. The whole ordeal was fueling immense mental strife. Giselle had much to question, felt much confusion. She felt foolish thinking she'd never be deceived again after what happened with Jack. When deception involved her personal relationships, it did not bode well for the vampress's mentality. Since Yvette knocked on her door, she'd been in an emotionally frustrated state one could describe as having a stick shoved up her ass. Her mood would change on a dime and it was stressing both her and Lars out. Yvette was born of an Audley. Giselle didn't share Yvette's mother. Giselle's mother's name was Delphine Chevalier. She'd been told the circumstances of her birth through her adoptive parents. A man found newborn Giselle with Delphine who had died in childbirth. He brought Giselle to an orphanage, informed the orphan keeper of who the baby's mother was and what happened to her, gave the baby the name Giselle Delphine Chevalier, and left never to be seen again. Only Delphine's name was written on her birth certificate. Her father was unknown. Until now. Gabriel Audley. And this Gabriel Audley Giselle had learned of through her own personal snooping through Audley family archives. Apparently he'd been disowned from the family as the result of a screw up concerning oil imports. His personal records had been discarded of, but Giselle dug up enough evidence to discover that Gabriel was Sébastien's, her adoptive father's, brother. Putting everything together was both disheartening and alleviating. She felt as though she wasted her whole life forcing herself to cope with the fact that she wasn't actually a blood related Audley. She hated feeling a twinge of guilt that none of what belonged to the Audley line truly belonged to her. But she'd actually been born an Audley and all along living with her real, blood family. Véronique and Sébastien were her aunt and uncle, not strangers. The foundations of her hatred toward them wasn't really because they didn't treat her right, it was because she thought they weren't truly her family and a poor excuse for an imitation of one. Giselle always felt very isolated and wanted more than anything to be with her actual blood related family. It upset her and left her very bitter that she'd never know them. She was extremely envious of extended, blood related families because she'd never know her's or have one. Turns out she was with them the whole time. And she murdered them. She murdered the only two people left of her actual family, the people she wanted more than anything. She did a lot of thinking about it. No way was her adoption into this family a coincidence. Sébastien would never have admitted it either, he denied having a brother. Gabriel was as good as dead to him. But Sébastien must have been keeping tabs on Gabriel to have been able to snag Giselle. It was unfathomable to think of the lengths Sébastien went through to completly disown his brother. To not even acknowledge that Giselle was actually his brother's daughter, his niece, and to even keep this information from Giselle when he knew it greatly bothered her, was disgusting. She supposed Sébastien thought her to be a bastard child, but all he had as a true heir, and a last resort since Véronique was incapable of conceiving. She also always figured until now that Véronique and Sébastien weren't nurturing just because of their cold nature. In reality they were actually treating Giselle literally as the devil's spawn. The Audley's were cold, heartless people. Giselle wasn't so sorry after all that she murdered them. Giselle looked at her little sister's reflection in the water as she poked fun at her present situation. Yvette was Giselle's second chance to redeem herself. Here she was, standing right beside her, a legitimate blood relative. Something Giselle would have died for in the past. Yvette's spontaneous appearance shattered Giselle and left her feeling extremely vulnerable. It took a lot of time and great strength to come to terms with the fact that she'd never know any of her real family. Then her half-sister just fell on her doorstep out of no where and she felt waves of relapse remembering how much it hurt her to not know her real family and how she wanted to desperately. Yvette was a shock. Giselle built her whole life around lies. All her hard work to build up her strong temperament came crumbling down in one night. She hated Yvette for doing this to her. "Do you have any idea what you've done to me?" She lifted her head and shot Yvette a dark look. "The slightest sight of you torments me." Giselle shoved her dismembered limb into Yvette's hands and limped her way into the awaiting car. Yvette was most likely loving this. She was seriously a typical little sister. It was incredibly frustrating to love and hate, and want everything and nothing to do with her all at the same time. the count was 902 and she's wearing this and also, aren't they adorable?.

[yvette gabrielle audley*]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] Oh Giselle. Such a temper and mastery of words. Would if we could be like you, would if we could. Yvette smiled in that cheshire way she generally did, all taunting, all play. There was absolutely no somberness to be found in the youngest Audley, at least not at present. Even with her sibling's limb dangling uselessly at her side. It would be fixed. Vampires had been around for thousands of years. Damned if they didn't have some extreme medics, though most immortal hospitals were somewhat underground, strictly illegal as far as humans were concerned. It was a scary thought, but much easier to handle as a fledgling - vampire institutions were much more careful where they placed blood. While Giselle reminisced or did whatever it was she was doing with those glazed eyes, Yvette examined the limb curiously. She prodded the flesh, absent-mindedly but couldn't help thinking that it would be much more interesting if it had the faculties of a lizard tail. A flailing human arm? That would be spectacular. Not to mention horrific and beautiful. In any event while Giselle mused over family ties, Yvette tossed around the idea of her arm waving at strangers as they passed. Nearly laughing at the idea, and the look on their faces, Yvette was doing a good job - not focusing on the scent of blood but on her mind. That being said it did smell amazing. Sighing involuntarily, her brows ascended slowly when she was finally addressed by Giselle. Do you have any idea what you've done to me? As far as Yvette was concerned she had done nothing but cluttered the Audley household with one more piece of paper. Returning her sister's stare with a mild, indecipherable and inconclusive look, she nearly laughed at the answer. The slightest sight of you torments me. Yvette shrugged lazily, rolling her shoulders as she carried the arm only until her driver was within reach, and then he was given the figurative football. He nearly vomited but cleared his throat and wrapped it in a towel and placed it on the passenger's seat as Yvette sat down and they were driven back to Yvette's domain. The ride there was silent, Yvette quietly staring out the window and leaving Giselle to her obnoxious moping. She'd allow her the rest of the ride but after that it was going to be less of a forgiving visit. And they did arrive, minutes later. The driver had already gotten out and several clearly ancient vampires were striding elegantly from the building, their sharp eyes falling to Yvette and then to the other side of the car. Of course little miss Cheshire gave a small grin and nodded towards Giselle at which point her limb was taken from the front seat and the tall figure, dressed in plain black lab coat came to the aid of the eldest Audley sister. They murmured that it would be a simple fix but might take a couple hours and began to usher, or really, insist she step inside so they could begin. "Best let them save your arm, Giselle. Or you'll lose all our fights." Yvette was already wandering up the stairs. Yes. Giselle was her sister. Was she going to flounder like a pathetic parent whose child had been marred? No. Giselle would accept the help and that would be that. Yvette was going to fetch clean clothes for her sister, herself, which was strange. The maids were rife with worry - the mistress of the manor hardly ever did such things, got her own "food" or clean towels. But to Giselle she would see with tentative care despite her devious, albeit despicable demeanor. -------------------------------------------------- count: who cares outfit: click! comments: omnomnom. relaxed vet..

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[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=1f1423] Yvette's manor was nothing less than extravagant. Giselle pressed her forehead against the tinted glass and peered out, scrutinizing the lavish structure with skeptical eyes. The girl had excellent taste at the very least. And God forbid it if she didn't and dared to call herself an Audley -- A mental image of herself pummeling Yvette because the landscaping was dreadful put a small smile on her face. Her smile quickly faded into a sneer when the lab coated vampire, presumably a sort of doctor came for the arm and Giselle. The vampress climbed out of the car, swatting the doctor's hand away which he presented to her as a form of assistance. "Who the fuck are you supposed to be? Dr. Frankenstein?" She turned to Yvette to voice a complaint, but she was giving Giselle her infamously infuriating little grin and advising her to go with him and save her arm before turning her back and strolling away. Giselle immaturely stuck her tongue out and mumbled how she'd rather her arm stay permanently shoved up Yvette's ass then reattached, and then dare Yvette to grin like that again. The vampire in the lab coat was growing impatient and implored Giselle to go with him. She consented warily and allowed him to lead the way. She considered making a run for it now before it was too late. Clearly this was all some sort of conspiracy. Obviously Yvette set that werewolf on her only to know Giselle would barely escape so she could swoop in like a hero, bring her here and then leave her little lab cronies to lead her into their torture chamber to efficiently finish the job, thereby leaving Yvette as the last living Audley and the fortune that is rightfully her's. It was always about the money, screw good intentions of a happy family reunion. She knew what Yvette was up to. Giselle had done this dance before, like hell she'd fall for this again. If the last laugh was going to be Giselle's, then she couldn't let Yvette know that she was on to her. So she'd cooperate and go with the "good doctor". When he tried any funny business, Giselle would end him, then throw his body at Yvette and end her. Giselle was brought to a small, cold, harshly lit room in the basement of the manor. There, another vampire was snapping on surgical gloves as he greeted her warmly. Giselle rolled her eyes and grimaced. Oh save it... The vampire who brought her instructed her to lie down on what looked like a morgue table. She complied, but kept vigilant eyes on the two men who were unwrapping her dismembered limb and talking quickly to each other in Russian. How convenient that she didn't know Russian but these two French men did. Undoubtedly they were discussing which of them was going to hold her down while the other tied her up. One of the vampires turned around brandishing a shockingly long needle. Giselle jolted bolt upright and slapped it out of his hand, shrieking that she refused to be injected with their poisons.The vampire insisted that she calm down, and if she didn't want the painkiller they wouldn't give it to her, but they had to proceed immediately if they were going to save her arm. They were done in a little more than a couple hours. It would have been sooner, but due to frequent incidences where Giselle demonstrated everything but patient cooperation, and her incessantly giving them the third degree, there were several periods of delays along what should have been a smooth and speedy operation. The end results were two very frightened vampires with impressive headaches and multiple stab wounds where Giselle stuck them with a scalpel, and, to Giselle's utter surprise, a united limb. She felt a twinge of disappointment, however -- she really wanted a good reason to kill Yvette. One of the vampires told her to keep exercising the limb until it no longer felt stiff. Giselle told them that wouldn't be a problem - she'd exercise it around Yvette's neck. Giselle thanked them and she was free to go. the count was 657 and she's wearing this and also, Pooor Giselle, so paranoid xDD.