Alone In Purgatory, Colorado {anyone}

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Alone In Purgatory.

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Blaise sunk into the tub as the bubbles engulfed her, reveling in the fact that she had an entire week to herself without her father. Walter Holloway had decided last minute on a whim to attend the meeting his firm was holding in Denver, taking him 7 or so hours from their Purgatory home. If giddy were a appropriate feeling, then Blaise would be it. Though, in all her excitement, it had yet to sink in that she was alone in her house; one of her deepest fears uncaged. While halfway through the song she had been singing to herself (rubby ducky... which she would deny blatantly if ever accused of) the phone began to ring. At first, Blaise thought it was the door bell; but who would be coming over at this hour? Quickly she grabbed the sides of the tub, propelling herself out of the water and over the side in one swift motion. In her rush she failed to realize the mat was no longer on the floor in front of the bath, and before her feet hit the ground she knew what was coming. Then prevailing events played out in slow motion; before her full foot even hit the ground she was sliding forward. In an attempt to stop her fall the grabbed onto the shower curtain, ripping it from it's hooks and inevitably hastening her decent. With a smack that reverberated through the entire house, she was sure, her head smashed off the side of the tub before she landed fully on the floor. As she was prone to do when hurt, Blaise broke out in hysterical laughter; failing to noticing the blood gushing out of the back of her head. God damn fucking phone! Who the hell would be calling at 11 o'clock at night anyways? Fucking tele-marketers. They ought to all go to hell. Inadvertantly she realized she had left the window open, but she carried on cussing, broken up intermittently by her laughing. Her rational side knew if anything was seriously wrong with her, she could yell and someone might possibly hear her and come to her aid; more rationally, the phone was only a few feet from her now as well. She reached her right hand around the back of her head, feeling for any damage, which she assumed would be a massive goose egg. Her hair was still sopping wet from washing it, so she passed her had over the blood without even noticing. Just as I suspected, a goose egg. Knowing my luck another concussion as well. She put her elbows behind her, pushing herself up a little, then placing her hands on the floor she got up farther so she was now sitting with her feet in front of her. The familiar dizzy feeling of concussion rushed over her. Without looking she reached to her right to grab the towel, patting her hand on the floor as she went in an attempt to locate it. She tried for a few seconds before looking over to see if it was still even where she had put it in the first place. Her eyes blazed open in horror as she saw the bloody hand prints and pool of blood before her. It looked as is someone had been trying to escape a murder scene in the middle of the bathroom. She reached over and grabbed the towel, a gift from her cousin, and hastily draped it over her body; fumbling a bit. Trying to regain her composure she reached for the phone and dialed 911. 911, what's your emergency? I, ...uh, fell... getting out of the tub... I bashed my head pretty good... there's lots blood... on the floor... I think... I'm should get myself to the hospital? Miss, you stay right where you are. Paramedics are on their way as we speak. Before the operator had even hung up the phone slipped from Blaise's grasp, her hand still by her face, and crashed to the floor. Like a hypnotist had snapped their fingers she lost consciousness, her exposed body slumping to the ground in defeat. The count comes to 688 (with code). Blaise's conversation has been tagged to ANYONE . She is flaunting this right now. Her puppeteer would also like you to know this is her first post on CK xD Feel free to come into the situation anyway you see fit, species is of no concern.

[Rose Decumbry]

Her head picked up from the fine, and bloody neck of her victim. There was a thud, almost a smack that her sharp ears picked up. A hum was coming from her throat, as fresh blood coursed through her. It was more than likely, a slip and fall. Or someone was playing a dirty, naughty little game. She turned back to her paralyzed victim, and continued to drink. Then there was a dial, a voice. Too muffled to hear, Rose turned back to her victim once more, growing quickly agitated. The man had lost his pulse, and he fell to the floor. Leaning against the opposite wall, Rose began to clean her mouth. A woman with no hygiene was nothing but an animal. With a last swipe of her mouth, she began walking the opposite direction of which the thud was heard. Who was she to barge on someone else’s private life? Yes, she was a model, an heiress, but she sure as hell didn’t uphold power like one. Then a phone dialed, only three numbers had been punched in. Relying on her keen sense of hearing, she heard the 911 dispatch pick up the other line. Someone had fallen, smacked their pretty little head. Rose smelled free and easily catchable food. With a quick turnaround of her pretty little Christian Louboutins, her blood craving heightened.

Seriously, who in the hell didn’t hear the crack? It was loud enough to put a strain on her own ears! Humans had to have heard it, unless they were deaf. Pushing her little reader glasses up, she followed her senses back to where she had first heard the fall echo from. Pulling her thigh high dress further down, readjusting her belt, and scarf, she twisted and jingled to see if the door had already been locked. Damn it, it was closed. Sighing, Rose leaned back to make sure no one was around or anywhere in sight. Nope, just the body she had dumped along the way. With a short complex, the height of 4’9, some on the streets might have thought she was capable of no strength at all. But then, most people on the streets didn’t know they were near a vampire or a werewolf. “This is so unladylike,” She moaned, her hands on the tips of her dress. “What I do for a damned good deed.” She bought up one leg, slamming it into the door with full force, and briefly exposing her feminine parts. The door had swung open, and in she walked, like she had ownership. The smell of blood had begun to suffocate her, and her eyes drew instantly to the bathroom, instead of the woman(more like a teenager by the looks of her development, but Rose wasn’t much to talk in the fact she barely has any develop breasts at all), lying unconscious. It was the annoying and droning voice of the dispatch, questioning if she was alive, or if something happened. She picked up the hanging phone, cleared her voice, and spoke in the upmost of snide tones, her British accent adding to the hypocritical tone. “No shit Sherlock something happened. But don’t worry, I have it under control.” Despite the protests, Rose hung up.

She turned back to the woman, a look of utter disgust and annoyance plainly on her face. “Stupid humans, one slip and then your life is on a small string. Such a sad story,” She snorted, “not.” And really, it wasn’t. Humans were like werewolves, without the paws, and fangs, shifting and such. They were mortal. They knew what they were getting into, so it sure as hell didn’t matter to her if this one lived or died. Prodding her arm with her foot, she watched the lifeless thing. “I wonder if it’s alive..”She whispered to herself, her voice sounding slurred from the pitch and accent. Nudging a little more firmly she found the body just kind of loll over.
“Exactly why I’m a vampire...” She sneered, in disgust. “Humans only pose as a source of food..And now that one’s down, and I’m alone...” She swung the door shut. “No, this is morally wrong. But she’s the bloke who slipped and hit her head. And plus, you only eat pretty people. She’s alright, not my usual type of meal...So…I guess I have to pass.” She smirked, wanting to deliver a gut wrenching kick to this woman’s ribcage. Shatter a few here and there. She had fucking 24 of them, not like she’d be using them anytime soon. Hell, who knew if she was even going to wake up.

Sauntering into the bathroom, she swept a finger in the puddle of blood. The copper taste stung her throat, and she gagged, spitting and spewing the viscous liquid everywhere. It was horrible! The little human had the worst tasting blood she’d even drunk in her lifetime! Paramedics were coming up the stairs, or maybe someone. When a knock sounded at the door, Rose sighed, rolled her shoulders and plastered on a smile. “Hello, is there a problem?” Spoken lowly and sultry, she batted her thick and elegant lashes. “We received a 911 call, is there an emergency?” She pretended to fake concern and confusion. “No emergency here...but you might want to check the man down there, he doesn’t seem so good.” Looking down the street, in mock horror. The men looked at her longingly, before looking down the direction she pointed out. “Right, thanks for your corporation mam, have a good night.” They took off, running. “Wish I could say the same for you...” her upper lip curled before she shut the door.

She turned back to the woman on the floor. “I guess I have to clean up another mess...” Grabbing her from underneath the arms, she drug her back into the bathroom, back into the tub, and left, locking the door behind her. “Let me know how long it takes till you die! Or..beg for some form of relief..” She muttered from the other side of the door, propped in a chair that wasn’t hers, in a house that she had just randomly come across. “Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock. Are you dead yet dear? I have people to kill, necks to snap, blood to drink, I don’t have time to sit on my ass and wait around for you.” The way she said ass, it came out like ‘arse’.

“God, people take so long to fucking keel over and die.” Storming back into the bathroom, she let her hands wrap on the girls shoulder, and push her underneath the water. Even if she did wake up, her mortal strength would not compare to the strength of an aged vampire. She could kick and scream, but Rose would be the ultimate decider. She might let the girl live..hell..she might even make use of her and kill to turn her.

NOTES uhh..yeah...you don't have to have that rose got her underneath the water haha i just kind of went overboard. She's a mean physcho bitch sometimes.WORDS1,144
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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Bits and pieces of sound came to Blaise slowly; the slamming of a door, the tap of heels on tile, someone retching, the paramedics...oh god, i'm in here! her subconscious screamed, though not a whisper escaped her lips. Then, as swiftly as the paramedics had came, they left; had something gave then reason to believe she was not in dire danger? Again, the click of heels on tile, and the most spiteful voice Blaise had ever heard. I guess I have to clean up another mess... Mess, what mess? You can't be referring to me? I'm a little disheveled, sure, but by no means am I am mess. Wait, what are you doing in my house? Get out! A million thoughts and question ran through her mind, scattered and without any true purpose. Again, her head began to pound; how she hated being so frail. As swiftly as this woman had arrived in the room her hands were beneath Blaise, hoisting her towards the tub with a massive amount of strength. With great effort Blaise was able to open her eyes and catch a glimpse of her assailant, for lack of a better description. The word impossible escaped her lips in a whisper before her lids slid shut again, it's a god damn midget, a strong midget... she's pretty, but why the hell is she touching me? Before Blaise even knew what was happening she was thrown into the tub, the foaming water just reaching her bottom lip. Even if she wanted to she wouldn't be able to fight back; her health was compromised and that midget was damn tough, besides, her body felt near paralysis. If only I can keep my breathing steady, if I slip under I should be able to hold my breath until she thinks I'm dead, hopefully. What other choice did she have really? "Let me know how long it takes till you die! Or..beg for some form of relief." Oh great! So she intends to kill me, just my luck, a psychopath came into my house the only time i've been alone in my entire life!! Like hell I'm gonna beg for anything, kill me if that's what you intend, just hurry it up already. "Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock. Are you dead yet dear? I have people to kill, necks to snap, blood to drink, I don’t have time to sit on my ass and wait around for you." Wow, this was some psycho bitch... necks to snap? Blood to drink? I think you need some serious help lady! They have medication for people like you, though perhaps a straight jacket and a padded room would be more suiting. If only Blaise's mysterious assailant could read her thoughts, she'd be in store for some serious verbal abuse. “God, people take so long to fucking keel over and die.” ; with that Blaise was abruptly pushed beneath the water. She could feel the sudsy liquid flowing down the back of her throat, but she didn't even have the energy to try and cough. Who knew blood was such a powerful thing, it could make you or break you, literally. Even though she wasn't fighting back the hands persisted on holding her down, taking some sort of sick pleasure from watching a life, Blaise's life, be extinguished. Why was it that Blaise wasn't even scared, when by all rights she should've been. A single breath of air escaped her lips, floating to the surface of the the water before bursting. Beneath the foam, her assailants face distorted, everything felt so surreal; she no longer felt she was in her own body, but rather a spectator on the unfolding events. Why are my dreams always so shitty? Fighting wasn't going to be on any use, she could feel the grasp on her not willing to budge even a little. With a last ditch effort she opened her eyes as wide as she could manage, staring her assailant down and sending out the strongest, most sarcastic, telepathic signal humanly possible. If you're going to be such a hateful bitch and kill me, then please just do it already, I'm getting bored. This was a dream right? Perhaps whoever was trying to drown her would hear her,... after all, nothing is impossible when you're dreaming. The count comes to 718 (with code). Blaise's conversation has been tagged to Rose . She is flaunting this right now. Her puppeteer would also like you to know I didn't really know how to respond to being drowned, but I think it's funny so i decided not to exclude it lol. Struggle seems futile... so i reached for the unrealistic =P .

[Rose Decumbry]

A low hum escaped her lips, like drowning someone was something she did on a regular basis. But it was, almost. She went out and killed one innocent civilian every night. Sometimes when she was extra hungry, or felt like splurging, up to ten. So on a weekly basis, around 8 people on average. Two thousand nine hundred and twenty people yearly. A sprite like laugh escaped from behind her throat, bored with the fact that this human wasn’t dying. A few more second counts, no death, and she let up, but not before suppressing the girls face from that bitchy look she had received earlier. Rose didn’t like being disrespected by someone less ranked in the food chain. She watched the bobbed figure, before rolling her eyes in disgust. “I want to eat you, and end your miserable, selfish life.” Her hair flipped over her shoulder, as she kneeled over the oxygen deprived girl. “Is that alright with you?” prodding her lightly on the forward, with a sharp nail. “Not like you’re old enough to make any decisions, you look about what, 17? Not even a legal adult,” Her voice slurred on the adult word, as well.

“Why you home all alone? Shouldn’t daddy have tucked you into bed at by now? Or is he away on business?” She pouted, fake and mocking. This girl had slipped up big time, back when she thought of bathing. People really must have grown a liking to ‘creepers’ or else they’d take more precautionary. Hadn’t anyone ever heard of Jack the Ripper? Rose had actually grown a somewhat liking to him, the myths that swirled around the streets of London after dark. She herself had not come across him personally, but had she wanted too. Maybe then, they could have exchanged methods of killing, indulging in the human bodies’ greatest state. Death, limp, but the part where no screaming was involved, now that was just disappointing. Rose enjoyed the cries of agony, it always reminded her of being alive, and feeling punctured pain. The beauty of it all was just one great sin.

A knock sounded out, and Rose growled once more. Peering cautiously at the girl, she shut the door behind her once more. The paramedics, god damn them, what were they going to do, award her citizen of the week? Well, no, that wouldn’t work. She killed him, so it’d be like getting rewarded for killing someone. Imagine, vampires would be walking around with medals dangling from their beauteous thin neck! Opening the door, the paramedics stood there. “Sorry to bother you miss, but do you know what man out there?” Rose stiffened, but shook her head. “I haven’t seen him in my life.” They nodded, a cop joining them. “You haven’t seen him at all?” She nodded, repeating herself. “I didn’t even hear anything outside to be honest, I just kind of saw him, got scared, came back in and called 911.” He nodded, jotting things down. “Thanks miss, have a nice rest of the night.” He walked off, Rose glaring after him. “Will do, you too officer.” Shutting the door, her perfect housewife face fell. “Alright little human, wake up because you’re in for a real shock of your life!” Snorting at her out of place comment, she quickly and quietly added, “What little life you have left.”

Rolling her eyes, she slapped the dazed and confused acting girl on the cheeks a few times. “Come on wake up. I can take a few hits like harder than that and be perfectly okay. Unless you’re daddy held you’re hand every time you walked the sidewalk, you should too. Oh..I guess I forgot, you’re human, what a discretionary downfall. So sad too bad I guess.”

A brief thought hit her pretty little head soon. “Ha! You are so naïve it’s embarrassing! You literally have no idea, do you? What goes on in this world around you?” Complete and utter disbelief was written on her face. “Hells Bells, you don’t!” Yanking the girl up by her hair, throwing a mere towel at her, she sighed laughing. Her fangs had slid out from beneath her lips, and she flashed them at the human girl. “See these? These are real fangs. You know what fangs are, don’t you? Now that would be ultimately upsetting if you didn’t. See? Look. She took her own wrist, and pierced the skin, blood beading over the side. Lapping lazily, she held the puncture wounds up. “Vampire.” She cleared her throat, “Noun, French, from German; Vampir and Serbian, vampire. Meaning, the reanimated body of a dead person believed to come from the grave at night and suck the blood of persons asleep.” She smiled, nodding her head. “But that’s not all! Werewolf...” She didn’t exactly have a visual aid for the smelly human. “Old English, werewulf, Old German, werwolf, a person transformed into a wolf, or capable of assuming a wolf’s form.” She nodded as well, smiling at the reaction to this one’s response.

She’d never really broken the concept of a werewolf or vampire to anyone before, and now she knew why. This was boring as fuck to explain, and she felt like she was teaching a class full of want to be vampires and or werewolves. Raise your hand if you want to be a vampire! Alright, hands down. Now who wants to be a werewolf? Really, no takers, what a pity. “Do you need me to repeat that in a slower voice?” She leaned in on her knees, head tilted, and eyes wide and blinking.

NOTESRose makes me laugh! haha WORDS 931
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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Blaise's consciousness again remained in consistent; during some point she had been dragged out of the tub, one hurdle down, but her face now felt as if it were being stung by bees... curious. Once more she felt cold hands slap against her face, heard the skin on skin sound reverberate through her ears. “Ha! You are so naïve it’s embarrassing! You literally have no idea, do you? What goes on in this world around you?” Blaise stared blankly at the girl, for that's all she appeared to be, and a bit looney at that, but that was besides the point. "Hells Bells, you don’t!" The pain emanating from her scalp was excruciating as her body defyed gravity, her legs no longer bearing weight she was suspended mid air by this "girl"... but she wasn't a girl, was she? “See these? These are real fangs. You know what fangs are, don’t you? Now that would be ultimately upsetting if you didn’t. See? Look." She watched in fascination as all her fiction novel characters became reality before her eyes. "Vampire. Noun, French, from German; Vampir and Serbian, vampire. Meaning, the reanimated body of a dead person believed to come from the grave at night and suck the blood of persons asleep.But that’s not all! Werewolf...Old English, werewulf, Old German, werwolf, a person transformed into a wolf, or capable of assuming a wolf’s form. Do you need me to repeat that in a slower voice?” Blaise attempted to speak, water spewing from her mouth as she began to retch all over the "girl's" clothes. Her assailants face changed from one of vicious contempt to that of a predator; Blaise began to laugh quietly at first, then she broke into a fit of hysteria... unable to stop herself even if it meant life or death, which it very well could. You think I'm inferior, I can hear it in your voice and it's blatantly obvious in your eyes, so I'm sure you're highly aware of it by now; but let me tell you something missy! I'm very aware of vampires, werewolves and their origins. Though you'd have to be a complete narcissist to think I would believe those fangs are real for one second! Oh, yes, and the blood, how very emo of you. Again she began to giggle, though nothing about the situation was funny. Here she was, drained of blood, weak, at the mercy of some psychopath, and she was laughing her fool head off. It was definitely a factor of lack of oxygen and perhaps it was a good thing, or else she would have realized this "girl" was not fooling around... and she might actually have been terrified. How the hell did you get in here anyways, I know the door was locked. Did you climb through the doggy door? You're certainly small enough. Panic finally began to set in as she watched the "girl's" facial malice got progressively more spiteful from moment to moment. How could she not be aware of it? They were practically face to face. Blaise couldn't seem to make herself shut up though, and she continued to babble on like an idiot; another of her nervous habits, rambling. Please, excuse my horrible manners, we've not been introduced to one another I'm Blaise, and you m'dear are adorable! Like a little doll I just want to squeeze you until your eyes pop. Your not a very happy looking dolly though are you? You kinda remind me of Chucky... Blaise cocked her head to the side as much as humanly possible, being that her hair was still balled in the "girl's" fist. She had managed to regain some footing now and her strength was somewhat coming back, though that'd didn't mean she'd be any match pitted up against this thing. The count comes to around 700 (with code). Blaise's conversation has been tagged to Rose . She is flaunting this right now. Her puppeteer would also like you to know it's kinda short, sorry... making siggy's is hard on the eyeballs =P need ta take a break from the computer haha. &&&& new post template, layout thingy... luv the dead bunny xD .

[Rose Decumbry]

This bitch had just gotten water all over her outfit. What the fuck was up with tonight anyways? She’d rescued a drowned, smacked up little girl, and this was how she was repaid? Spittle water? Despite the anger that had swelled in her pit, she kept a slight cool. She wouldn’t kill the brat, just taunt her and make her feel like she had grown insane, and would end up taking her own life, so Rose wouldn’t have too. Instead, she just stared at her, the annoyed and pissed off expression honing her features. And then, oh the ignorance of the girl, she laughed! Maybe she had actually hit her head pretty hard...

No matter, this was still a sign of disrespect, not appreciating her knowledge of the supernatural animals. Little did this one know, Rose was telling the truth. She must have been insane, and mentally disturbed. Very disturbed, if she hadn’t believed Rose. She really was insane! And she thought she had been on rock bottom! With her looking like a crazed drug addict, or at least an anorexic! No, this girl had proved her quite wrong, and remind her that there were other types of delusional out there. The type of person who hits her pretty little head, and bam! Right off the rocker. And she was...Laughing? Yes, she was quite the oddity of a human. She almost wanted to smack her again, see if any form of sense would revel in her mind. Rose doubted anything of this sort would even begin to happen. ‘Blaise’ was quite the insane little human.
You think I'm inferior, I can hear it in your voice and it's blatantly obvious in your eyes, so I'm sure you're highly aware of it by now; but let me tell you something missy! I'm very aware of vampires, werewolves and their origins. Though you'd have to be a complete narcissist to think I would believe those fangs are real for one second! Oh, yes, and the blood, how very emo of you.

Well, she hadn’t feel more stupid or awkward in her life. Yes, she thought she was inferior, mainly because she fucking slipped and smacked her dull and ignorant head open! Shaking her head, a small smile dancing upon her pearly white teeth. “You obviously have no idea. You couldn’t even fathom the idea of coming across a vampire or a werewolf in your wildest dreams! No, wait, try your nightmare. And I’ll have you know, I am not self-centered, or admire myself highly as much as you seem to think I am. And yes, I am so emo because I enjoy the taste of blood,” her anger had begun to string her angry words together, her eyes alight with fury. And then she had the nerve to laugh again.

Rose wasn’t going to be enjoying this woman much at all. “See, I’ll prove to you that I am what I say I am,” she traipsed away, to the kitchen, returning with a knife. “See this? This is a knife.” She really didn’t want to do this, really. She stabbed the knife through her right forearm, not a glimpse of pain searching her features. Blood seeped over, and once again, Rose bought her bloodied arm up to her lips. “This blood, is not fake, I assure you.” She squeezed below the puncture wound, blood beading over the indenture. “I can’t fake blood, ignorant bloke.”

How the hell did you get in here anyways, I know the door was locked. Did you climb through the doggy door? You're certainly small enough.

Rose frowned, what a jab at her height, like she hadn’t heard it before. “Well, I broke the door with my foot. Like, kicking it open. You know what that is right? Yeah, it’s called strength.” She narrowed her ice eyes, but resisted strangling the life out of her. She thought this was some form of a game, when really it was anything but. And then it seemed to settle on her face. The intensity, and seriousness of this situation. Ding, Ding! We have a winner!

But that blabbering mouth would not stop talking. Her eyes began smoldering, anger finally brewing up in her system.

Please, excuse my horrible manners, we've not been introduced to one another I'm Blaise, and you m'dear are adorable! Like a little doll I just want to squeeze you until your eyes pop. Your not a very happy looking dolly though are you? You kinda remind me of Chucky...

So now she used manners? Rose was trained in manners; she went to a boarding school up till she was 15, in the early 1900’s! Blaise. What a name. What an odd and unique name at that. Adorable and looked like a doll? Yeah, this girl was quite the insane. She didn’t look happy? She reminded her of chucky? As if she had some sight of disease, she released the girl’s ball of hair. “You are disturbed.”

NOTES Blaise is hiliarious! hmm love the dead bunny!WORDS 831
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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Blaise could only image the state she must be in at this very moment, dangling limply from the freak girls fisted hand still clutching to her hair; and she was naked to boot. If only her father could see her now, for certainly this was what he feared would happen to her. Though, she hardly thought her father would be capable of imagining a scenario such as this, one that hardly seemed plausible, especially to a sensible person like her Walter Holloway. A certain sort of fascination began to wash over her, tainted only slightly with the fear that was beginning to become evermore present. “You obviously have no idea. You couldn’t even fathom the idea of coming across a vampire or a werewolf in your wildest dreams! No, wait, try your nightmare. And I’ll have you know, I am not self-centered, or admire myself highly as much as you seem to think I am. And yes, I am so emo because I enjoy the taste of blood. See, I’ll prove to you that I am what I say I am,” Blaise watched as the dolly sauntered away with a certain determination, only to come back wielding one of the largest knives in her kitchens' contents. “See this? This is a knife. This blood, is not fake, I assure you. I can’t fake blood, ignorant bloke.” Blaise stared in awe as the girl hacked up her arm, devouring it's crimson contents as if it caused her pure exhilarating pleasure, and not the utter disgust it would have caused any normal person. Obviously, this girl was not normal... by any stretch! Unfathomably, it didn't really startle Blaise that much; rather, it excited her! How the hell did you get in here anyways, I know the door was locked. Did you climb through the doggy door? You're certainly small enough. “Well, I broke the door with my foot. Like, kicking it open. You know what that is right? Yeah, it’s called strength.” Well no shit sherlock, wispy little girlies like you don't break down doors though, they might break a nail... ooh, boo hoo, woe is you; better go cry on someone's shoulder. Blaise's fit of hysteria had subsided, though she still giggled a tad at her own remark, apparently not totally disturbed by the events unfolding before her; though god only knew she should have been mortally terrified. Blaise rubbed at the spot on her scalp, horrified that the girl had pulled almost a handful of her hair out. “You are disturbed.” So nice of you to notice; thought I was the only one aware of that fact. Can't you tell? I try so hard to hide my differences. She put undo stress on each word she said, dragging it out much longer than necessary. She felt damn near empowered by this whole experience, and it made her feel rather sadistic to be enjoy the sick sort of torture she was being forced to endure. Perhaps, the fear thrilled her in unbeknownst ways. When you live your whole life in some sort of rose colored bubble, never having to feel or fear any kind of harm or pain, of any sort, you grow somewhat of a yearning for that which you can't have, a desire even. You are rather rude though, I introduced myself and you have yet to do so yourself. If you choose not to tell me, I guess i shall have to call you dolly forever. Blaise flashed a sickeningly false smile at the girl, over extending her lips far beyond natural to expose a set of perfectly straight, white, teeth; orthodontics did wonders. Only at that moment, as the girl glared at her, did she become overly aware of her immodest, exposed, body. Easy girl, unless you like to look at naked females, I suggest you let me get the towel. Blaise pointed to the floor, then quickly grasped at the somewhat bloody towel, hoping the girl-thing, or whatever she was, wouldn't mistake it as an advance from Blaise to attack and do the same herself; eating Blaise, or rather drinking her, because apparently the dolly factually liked the taste of blood. Freak. She quickly swathed the towel around herself, not feeling so uncomfortable around the girl now that she wasn't entirely exposed. So let me get this clear... Vampires are real, you in fact happen to be one of them. Werewolves are real, but it's blatantly obvious you don't like them judging by the look on your face when you were talking about them a second ago. Hmm. Blaise stood pondering for a moment, leaning back against the counter and acting overly dramatic about the whole thing. Her tone was not one of mocking, on the contrary, she was intrigued. Blaise had always been drawn to vampire novels and movies, loving the whole unnatural appeal of it; being bitten, insatiable passion, only coming out at night, never growing old ... basically everything about it! Except, of course, the whole blood aspect; she couldn't imagine any change overcoming her body that could make the vile copper liquid taste anything but appalling. So I can only imagine you're here for one reason, to kill me. But since you haven't done that yet, I'm assuming you get off on torturing people... a kinky dolly, huh? The count comes to 890 (with code). Blaise's conversation has been tagged to Rose. She is flaunting this right now. Her puppeteer would also like you to know this thread makes me laugh... Rose is awesome xD.

[Rose Decumbry]

Something crossed the girl’s features, a little excitement or bewilderment. Rose smiled a little bit on her own, wondered by the fact that this girl had found this funny. Or, something along the amusing lines. But she was being snippy, insulting her it seemed. She had just crossed a very thin line, between amused, and angry. Her eyes widened, nostrils flared, lips forming a thin line. Blaise wouldn’t know what was about to hit her. Well no shit sherlock, wispy little girlies like you don't break down doors though, they might break a nail... ooh, boo hoo, woe is you; better go cry on someone's shoulder. She frowned her eyes narrowed deeply. “Excuse me? Are you that fucking stupid, that you don’t realize how easily I could snap that twiggy little neck of yours?” Her accent had tints of anger and fury deep and rolling in her throat. Rose sneered, letting her long curly wisps of extracted hair fall from her hand. This girl had some seriously destroyed hair, which needed conditioning and washing.

So nice of you to notice; thought I was the only one aware of that fact. Can't you tell? I try so hard to hide my differences. Her frown line deepened, as she let the knife clatter to the floor. This little human teenager had been pressing her last nerves. Her droning voice and that hazy look on her face. A growl crept through and around her fangs. Rose may have not been the most physically threatening person, but she could make up for it. Rose in a fight was like a bull in a china shop. She really was scary when her anger had reached a breaking point. Sighing in deeply, and then exhaled softly. She couldn’t kill or rip apart this human.

You are rather rude though, I introduced myself and you have yet to do so yourself. If you choose not to tell me, I guess i shall have to call you dolly forever. Rude? She was rude? Oh, wow, that was rather odd. Coming from a girl who couldn’t modestly wrap herself in a towel? And like hell, if Rose would be called ‘dolly’. “My, name is Rose. Blaise.” Her snide comment was dripped in thick acid, anger boiling in her pit. Humans could be so aggravating! Easy girl, unless you like to look at naked females, I suggest you let me get the towel. Aggravating, indeed. She picked up the bloody towel, Rose’s fangs protruded back to her mouth; not having retractable fangs was quite odd. Permanent teeth, incisors, which came out a little more than half an inch, beyond a human’s normal length. Rose darted her eyes away from the girl as she wrapped herself in a bloody towel. What an odd little human.

So let me get this clear... Vampires are real, you in fact happen to be one of them. Werewolves are real, but it's blatantly obvious you don't like them judging by the look on your face when you were talking about them a second ago. Hmm. Her hands went to her temples, eyes closed momentarily. She was off about the part where Rose didn’t like werewolves.

“Wrong, actually.” She crossed her arms, a dead and blank look in the back of her eye. She knew a few werewolves, one that was actually one of her best friends. “I enjoy some werewolves’ company, just not all of them. And if you do run into one in your short lifetime, you will know. They smell odd and funky,” her nose crinkled, “But you couldn’t tell because you don’t have heightened senses...”

She really was acting over the top with this realization. Rose hadn’t even been this worried, when her first love turned out to be a boyfriend, turned her over one hundred years ago. She frowned, no; she hadn’t had any time to think. To let it all sink in, because one, she was in the middle of giving him everything she ever had. And two, she thought it was a joke. Some kinky little fetish, that existed only in her mind. She paused, letting her mind wander off, while the little human drank it all in, like some alcoholic drinking the contents of an abandoned bar. Her insides crawled; glad for once that alcohol wasn’t a bother to her system. Rose smiled quietly, letting her eyes find Blaise once again, and search her face, looking for a sign of emotion. Anything; fear, anxiety, awareness, disbelief, or happiness.

So I can only imagine you're here for one reason, to kill me. But since you haven't done that yet, I'm assuming you get off on torturing people... a kinky dolly, huh? Once again, Blaise was quite wrong. Well, she did find torturing people a fine source of entertainment. Especially the screaming, begging for mercy, and sweet release. But no, Rose wasn’t here to ‘kill’ Blaise.

“No, I heard you fall from the other half of this block, and decided, being a good civilian, check up on the poor little girl who fell. The door was locked; I smelled blood, so I had to make my own point of entry. If I wanted to kill you, you would have already been dead. And I don’t torture people who don’t have enough fear in them to feat the thought of death. So no, I’m not here to torture you either. I’d rather have you go and suffer the feeling and experience of being turned. Into a vampire, because then you get a look into my past life, the life of a little fucked over heiress.” She let her eyes wander around the bathroom. “But that is of course, your choice. Suffer a few weeks of bloodlust, and never being able to go out in the sun again...or go through a painful change, and howling at each full moon. What poison do you want? Or hell, you can walk away from this experience with probably a concussion,” She looked at the knife, “Or scarred for the rest of your life, knowing that there was a completely different world going on around you. What’s your poison, Blaise, dolly?”

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Blaise started, transfixed by the girl, even though she had outrightly just been called a fucking stupid by someone who didn't even know her, not to mention her life had been threatened. The whole thing captivated her and frightened her at the same time; though not to the point of being outwardly scared. Her whole life, she'd desired for there to be more to the world around her than it's mundane existence. You get 100 years, give or take, to experience everything humanly possible and then you die; your impact on the world that of a fly, what good is living anyways except to occupy empty space. Then, to top it all off, you get buried in the earth in a wooden box where worms and the like devour you; perhaps your corpse will even fertilize flowers? Oh, joy! Blaise ignored the fact that this "girl" was growling, and that she had fangs digging into her bottom lip; loving the fact that she could aggravate her so easily. Her mood swings were like whiplash, and it gave Blaise a certain sort of amusement, though no sane person should be amused by the fact that they were taunting and enraging a vampire. The sigh that escaped Rose's lips seemed to be a good sign though, at least for now she was accepting the fact that Blaise was not normal; nor was she afraid, or going to run. “My, name is Rose. Blaise. That wasn't so hard now, was it? So let me get this clear... Vampires are real, you in fact happen to be one of them. Werewolves are real, but it's blatantly obvious you don't like them judging by the look on your face when you were talking about them a second ago. Hmm. Blaise grinned as she watched Rose's hands raise to her temples and massage, as if Blaise were the cause of all her troubles. “Wrong, actually. I enjoy some werewolves’ company, just not all of them. And if you do run into one in your short lifetime, you will know. They smell odd and funky, but you couldn’t tell because you don’t have heightened senses...” Again, Blaise smiled at Rose's facial expressions; her nose crinkling as if she could smell the werewolves doggy must at this very moment, the way her eyes took on some distant glaze as if she reliving some long ago lived memory. Strange really, how things could stay forever in ones mind, only to resurface every now and again when provoked, and subject someone to reliving the all the emotions involved. Blaise herself showed very little expressiveness with her face; she'd lived her whole life hiding her emotions for people to better benefit them, her mask as she called it. Even as she herself were reliving all the events that had so recently began to unfold, she showed no fear; for she wasn't scared at all. When one wishes for something like this to happen their whole life, they are somewhat prepared for it emotionally. Though never in her wildest dreams had Blaise imagined this was how it would play out; with her splattered with blood and a vampire standing before her. She could be attacked at any moment. No fear. No one was around to hear or help her. No fear. Even being prepared, should she not have felt some inkling of something? Her own internal though session had caused her to miss a little of Rose's "speech", though she had caught enough bits and pieces to put the rest together. Rose didn't want to torture Blaise, her lack of fear left something to be desired for Rose's ego. "I’d rather have you go and suffer the feeling and experience of being turned. Into a vampire, because then you get a look into my past life, the life of a little fucked over heiress.” An heiress? That would explain the way Rose held herself, and the way she spoke. Blaise herself wasn't very cultured, and though she did detect the accent Rose bore, she didn't for the life of her know it's origins. So, if that was the case Rose wanted one of two things; one, to turn Blaise into that which Rose herself was, and, two, apparently to hack her up by a little by the way she glanced at the knife on the floor as she said Or scarred for the rest of your life, knowing that there was a completely different world going on around you. But no, Blaise would not be scared if she were left now knowing everything she knew, on the contrary, she'd be heartbroken. If she were to leave this situation with little more than a few scars, neither dead nor vampire, she knew she'd desire her whole life to turn back time and try again to see what might have become of the situation. Though Rose didn't want to turn her for the reasons vampires often do so in books; to have her as a companion or a lover. On the contrary, she wanted Blaise to suffer, suffer as possibly she herself had. Whatever the reason may be, Blaise had a feeling Rose wouldn't be sticking around to long to see what became of Blaise. If newly turned vampires were anything like they were in novels, she knew things wouldn't turn out too well. Blaise would probably ravage half the city and still be craving more. Blood lust. Killing others to survive. Never seeing the sun again. Never seeing her father! Even taken all those things into consideration, Blaise was still wondering what it would be like. What’s your poison, Blaise, dolly? Blaise brushed off the fact that Rose was using her own taunt against her, too deep in thought to even take more than a passing notice. So that's it then, your ultimatum; take it now or suffer forever knowing that there is something I so desperately crave out there and I will neither be able to find it or acquire it? I don't get to contemplate, weigh things out, I must be rash with such a heavy decision? That hardly seems fair. Weren't you given a better choice? And while we're on the subject, I know it's rude, but exactly how old are you, Rose? Blaise looked at the Rose with some sort of admiration for everything she was; even if she was spiteful, moody, and blood hungry. By no means did it mean she wanted to befriend her, but she certainly did carry a certain sort of respect for her. Perhaps Rose had just adapted to her circumstances in such a way that it molded her into what she was now, after all, Blaise had just found out that Vampires and Werewolves were real, and at this moment, anything seemed possible to her. The count comes to 1128 (with code). Blaise's conversation has been tagged to Rose. She is flaunting this right now. Her puppeteer would also like you to know I am so smart, deleted a 1000 word post cause my login timed out when I went to post it, wow, haha.

[Rose Decumbry]

Something she must have said seemed to have fixed Blaise in a trance. What could it have possibly been? Rose only spoke her mind, and sometimes her anger. She really was, quite delusional. Most people would have already started crying, begging, and a small few would have already pissed their trousers. But Blaise kept her calm, in an odd and weird way. She held her breath, trying to calm herself. Must not eat the annoying human..yet.. She chided herself for the cynical and morbid thought, but what was new in her mind? The dank and dark place her probably dying old brain resided. Would her brain slowly rot away? Along with her heart, lungs, and kidney? But it wasn’t like she needed them. She didn’t need air, didn’t need blood rushing through her, maybe a kidney to filter blood..but that had to have been it..right? And then the voice of Blaise came back wrapping itself around her body, and pulling her from her thoughts. That wasn't so hard now, was it?

She laughed, the sound of a thousand tiny bells chiming in harmony. The first time she’d actually, honestly laughed all night. All because of odd little Blaise. “Yes, it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life.” Lie. And yet, Blaise never lost that stupid little grin on her face. Maybe she was high, or drunk, and that’s why. Taking in a hardly audible sniff, she smelled on no trace of alcohol or drugs in her system. So, Blaise was quite the dope head then.

But besides the stupid grin on her face, Rose saw no emotion tracing her features. She was completely and utterly blank. It was almost how Rose used to be, a blank canvas. Showing emotion must have been a weak point, since she didn’t show it. But it was also something you had to have. Maybe she was hiding something, something in the past. Something that made her a blank, barely there person. A wallflower, people in England called them. Blaise was a wallflower. And that (Rose knew from experience) was no fun at all. And Rose had grown intrigued, and wanted to know why Blaise had become a wallflower. It was upsetting, Blaise had almost a quarter of her life left, and she was going to waste it, being a wallflower. “Why do you hide your emotions? It’s not healthy.”

Rose’s intentions this night had not gone as planned. She’d flown into Colorado, to do a little interview, explaining how her ‘model gone badly’ incident had affected and changed her. She did that, and would see it in a magazine tomorrow. Grab a quick bite to eat, drift back to her hotel room slowly, timing it so she came just before the sun came up. Then fly back home to her lonely London mansion. That was the structured and defined plan. And then Blaise just had to slip and fall. And Rose just had to try and help the woman out, feeling like it was her duty (well not really, she just wanted to see what the hell happened). And then she had to go and bust the door down, and make a point. Rose herself had screwed over her own plan. Now what was she going to do? She couldn’t just leave Blaise because of the trauma to her head. But if she did, she’d probably go on a rampage out on the streets, yelling at anyone who walked by, that vampires and werewolves existed. Because Blaise was just that delusional, and deprived of oxygen to the head.
She began searching for more emotion in Blaise’s eyes. Nothing, really. A dazed look, with some form of contemplation. Nothing that hadn’t changed from before, the same old look.

Rose couldn’t leave anymore, mainly because of Blaise’s delusion. If she left, Blaise would more than likely run outside, yell at anyone who cared to listen, about how vampires and werewolves existed. They’d think her crazy, or possibly cause panic. And then it might get out, and people would start asking questions..which wasn’t good. But if she didn’t leave, she could have a possible death on her hands. And then she’d feel guilty, and have to turn her, which wasn’t a good idea, because then she’d have to look into Rose’s past, which would make her just want to die. The feeling of emptiness, and darkness, as she killed off half of England’s population a day after she’d been turned. Anthony, her first and last werewolf love, getting shot brutally by a group of hunters. Her past had too much pain, suffering, and angst for anyone to bear but her.

Maybe if she kidnapped her…no...That wasn’t the best idea either. But what would they do if they found her fingerprints? Check, and find a presumed to be dead girl? She smiled on the inside, at the thought. Tracks of murders, that she’d been involved in, that hit a dead end. All because of fingerprints that were held to a fifteen year old girl in eighteen eighty-nine. Yes, the cops had been so intelligent. Nobody had even come close to touching her. Fingerprints, plus murder, equals dead end. So many unsolved murders, so many years in prison that she didn’t have to spend. She’d been one lucky bitch.

And then, she saw something new and unknown flash across Blaise’s eyes. Consideration. A playful and coy smirk flashed across her plump lips. Maybe, she’d get to impose some suffering. Or just bite and leave. Oh, but the sun! She couldn’t leave her out for the sun to destroy her. That was just inhuman!

So that's it then, your ultimatum; take it now or suffer forever knowing that there is something I so desperately crave out there and I will neither be able to find it or acquire it? I don't get to contemplate, weigh things out, I must be rash with such a heavy decision? That hardly seems fair. Weren't you given a better choice? And while we're on the subject, I know it's rude, but exactly how old are you, Rose?

She nodded, slowly. Yes, that had been consequently, her ‘ultimatum’. “The suffering for both species, is only a little while, until you fall into the cycle. I’ll always be around if you change your mind,” She giggled, “Swipe through some magazines, or Google, you’ll find my picture.” Given a better choice? A flash of anger shot through her. She didn’t have a choice. “Being rash, you get one life. Do something out of the ordinary. Oh, and I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t know what the hell had happened, until it was too late.” She stuck her neck out. “I thought he loved me, but all he loved was my blood,” She sneered. “He left me then. And I thought he was dead, little too know that he had been following me, trying to kill me for the last year. I don’t know where he is now. And he still..‘loves’ me. He called me his masterpiece. Like some work of art, a trophy or possession to him. He used me, and expected me to still love him. And I do, but..he didn’t give me a choice. So why should anyone else have to? They need to I know, but it’s not fair. Everyone got the opportunity that I didn’t.” Her voice was quavering, and she was rambling. She found her throat constricting, and shut her mouth. “I’m one hundred and twenty one. Born November 5th, 1889.”

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Rose's laughter was like thousands of little angels tittering in ones ears; strange to think such a harmonious sound could come from someone who was so not even close to being what mere mortals considered "angels" to be. Still, it pleased Blaise somewhat to realize that perhaps Rose did have some semblance of a heart; a remnant of her human life long ago lost. The sarcasm in Rose's voice could not hide that fact that she was genuinely amused by someone as humanly insignificant as Blaise, though if it were an i'll fated or good sign remained to be seen. Both remained quiet for sometime, perhaps both running over the same scenarios in their heads. Blaise could only imagine Rose's imagination would be far more colorful that her own, but that was besides the point. Eternity was knocking at her door step, dare she answer or dare she run...? I know it's not healthy, or normal; but i'm not normal, nor will I ever be. I was never given the opportunity so just be a kid... A tear began to well in her eyes, she reverently wiped it away, immediately regaining her composer; no one was ever going to call her weak is she had anything to say about it. My mother was murdered, her own brother shot her face off when I was 6! I've grown up with my father, I don't know how to be normal. I don't know how to be like other girls; for lack of a role model, and I don't know how to act normal because no one has ever treated me as such. Everyone always feels sorry for me, always looks at me weird, like I'm next. I decided long ago to have a strong back bone, not to care about their stares or accusations; never to encourage their pity on me. I vowed then, that forever more I was going to be strong and give them no reason to ever have to treat me as if I was weak; to baby my emotions, for now I have none. If ever they decide to arise, I stifle them,... and now I wear a mask, I am fake, and it's because I chose to be that way. Blaise sighed heavily, dropping her eyes to the ground in defeat. This girl, Rose, this stranger, had just heard everything she'd never told anyone else. Her fathered had always assumed she was forever traumatized (her therapists had confirmed it), and perhaps that was part of it, but never had she told anyone that deep down that was not entirely the case. Though certainly never would she tell anyone that one day she hoped to get revenge on him; the one who had so casually taken her mother's life, the one she no longer cared to think of as family, and the one who was locked behind bars, trapped, a sitting duck for Blaise to come and reap revenge on, revenge that was so direly deserved... perhaps as a vampire? She grinned a little at the thought, hoping that her emotions would not reveal her deepest desire. Blaise refocused her eyes on Rose, and with more fierce emotion than she'd shown all night (Blaise couldn't have even imagined she possessed more than already exposed), Rose answered Blaise's questions and then some, as she regaled the event of her turning; and her subsequent decisions for as to what would happen to Blaise herself. one hundred and twenty one?! holy shit!! Before she'd even though of saying the words they had escaped her now gaping lips. Instantly she wished should could have rescinded them and displayed her shock in a more subtle and dignified way. Much to her dismay, time was not reversible; if it were, should would have turned it back long ago and stopped her mother from ever going to see her uncle that fateful night, the one that still lived and breathed within Blaise's subconscious, relentlessly denying to fade. Rose was no longer as strong as she had appeared only moments before; she no longer radiated strength, and for the first time since Blaise has seen her she showed true human emotion. I'm sorry, that was rude. But just... wow! It's rather hard to grasp, you barely look 20! And I am sorry, that you weren't given a choice. So that's your desire then; to turn me, without consent as he did to you? Would that not make you any better than him? The count comes to 751 (with code). Blaise's conversation has been tagged to Rose . She is flaunting this right now. Her puppeteer would also like you to know sorry I didn't post right away, had to work late last night & didn't have muse =P.

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose really had never been one for sympathy. It was one of the greatest weaknesses one could possibly imagine. Sympathy could end your life. It’d make you look easily walked all over, naive and not shrewd to the world. It was disgusting to show sympathy, because it made one look like they gave a damn, when in the end nobody cared about anybody but themselves. It was the truth, no matter how upsetting it was to some. She had a similar take on love. Sure, people dated, told each other they loved them, but how would they possibly know? Was it based on what someone else said, and if they felt similar, it was love. Yes? No, because what both of them felt, was different. One couple felt lust. The other, they were forcing it. So many people were so eager to fall in love, and it dumbfounded Rose to the last drop. Even with Derek, she kept her feelings distant. Because as soon as she said those three beloved words, something would happen, she’d lose him, more than likely. But that wasn’t a surprise to her, she’d gotten used to it. I know it's not healthy, or normal; but i'm not normal, nor will I ever be. I was never given the opportunity so just be a kid... A thin line crossed over her lips. Normal, never had a childhood? Neither had Rose, but she hadn’t complained. She never complained, because then you grew from it. “Neither did I. But there’s no use in using that as an explanation. I hadn’t had a childhood. I was in a finishing school since I was two; I was a lady, all the time.” She sighed, shaking her head slightly.

My mother was murdered, her own brother shot her face off when I was 6! I've grown up with my father, I don't know how to be normal. I don't know how to be like other girls; for lack of a role model, and I don't know how to act normal because no one has ever treated me as such. Everyone always feels sorry for me, always looks at me weird, like I'm next. I decided long ago to have a strong back bone, not to care about their stares or accusations; never to encourage their pity on me. I vowed then, that forever more I was going to be strong and give them no reason to ever have to treat me as if I was weak; to baby my emotions, for now I have none. If ever they decide to arise, I stifle them,... and now I wear a mask, I am fake, and it's because I chose to be that way.

Her frown line deepened, disgust crawling through her eyes. “That was your explanation? The reason for your false façade? That is quite the pitiful one. I assure you, you will receive no mercy. I can be held accountable for my mother’s death. I was raised by my two sisters, my father too busy to notice me, too busy making monies. Then, in spite of me, my father auctioned them off for marriage. I was 10, at the time this happened. I didn’t know till I came home. My entire 15 years of life was spent at a school . I couldn’t have a strong back bone, because it was unladylike. I didn’t let others feel sorry for me, but you did. So it became natural for them to sympathize for you. I died at 15, married to a man who never loved me. I’m not trying to play let’s see who had the worst childhood, just so you know, I had it bad too. But you don’t see me faking anything. Anything at all. So like hell you should. Grow a pair and let people know, it reminds people they’re half human.”

Even with the defeated and weak look on her face, Rose kept hers stone and cold. She’d long grown a back bone, with emotions that set off waves. Once more; sympathy was a sign of weaknesses. And Blaise was letting it get the best of her. It was sad and pathetic at the same time. one hundred and twenty one?! holy shit!! Her delicate eyebrows rose highly, at the language use. “Really, it’s not that bad. Just wait till twelve-hundred. That now, is quite the celebration.” There was humor in her voice but not on her face. There was no humor in that soft voice of her, because it was quite the situation. She’d continue to live, but never age. It was a beautiful curse in itself.

Her hard face turned back on. I'm sorry, that was rude. But just... wow! It's rather hard to grasp, you barely look 20! And I am sorry, that you weren't given a choice. So that's your desire then; to turn me, without consent as he did to you? Would that not make you any better than him?

She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. Harsher words have been spoken. I was turned at fifteen, so I naturally stopped aging then.” Her upper lip curled, as she related her back to him . How dare her. “I am nothing like him. I didn’t lie to you and pretend to be your friend right off the bat, did I? No. I came out telling you everything. And I am giving you damn consent.” She re-crossed her arms, stifling some anger. “I told you before, werewolf, vampire, or human that knows too much. And for your damned information, I am nothing like he was, or ever will be.”

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] She received a verbal battering from Rose that she had not seen coming; it was not the words, so much as her tone... higher than thou; she was accusing Blaise of being a fraud, unjust in her explanation, and weak... more than anything, weak! Blaise had just assumed, as Rose had said she was an heiress, that she would have led a rather privileged life. "Daddy, I need some pen money..." "Oh, well here's a hundred, don't spend it all in one place." Hugs, kisses, and the whole perfect little white picket fence life Blaise had never been given the pleasure of experiencing; she'd been wrong, terribly wrong. Given it had been any other person who had told her such a "sob" story, she would have been able to empathize, Rose did not deserve her empathy; she deserved no emotion, if she was anything then like she was now, she had deserved every damn thing she got. Blaise knew it was spiteful and wrong to begrudge such things on someone she hardly knew, but Rose was pushing every button she possessed along with a few she hadn't even been aware of. Rage washed over her like a waterfall, reaching every aspect of her being and radiating off her like heat from a blazing fire; perhaps her mother had known long before she was born that her daughter would live up to such a unique name as Blaise... mommy's little firecracker. You broke into my house! You threatened my life! You had no damn right to do either, but you did. I tried to be hospitable, as much as possible with a murderous monster that is; but you, Rose, deserve nothing hospitable. You deserve to burn in hell; not because you are something entirely unnatrual, but because you have allowed it to shape you into something horrible because you feel sorry for yourself! Blaise advanced towards Rose in her rant, a few octaves away from screaming in her face. She didn't care if Rose killed her, turned her, or jumped out the window and never returned again; as long as she left and Blaise didn't have to see her damned, innocent, deceiving face ever again. You asked! You wanted to know! I told you!! You have no god damn right to insult me for what I am; to judge. Did I judge you? No, I gave you the benefit of the doubt. But I see first impressions are very true, I went against my better judgement to believe otherwise. Get the hell out of my house! Isn't there some damn vampire law about not being able to enter without being invited? Well you sure as hell weren't invited. Out! Out! Out! I don't want to see your hateful, accursed face ever again... you hear? Live a thousand lives of eternal damnation; I'm sure it'll be very easy for you to avoid me for 70 years or so until I'm dead and gone! I won't tell anyone about you, they'd think I was insane anyways; but I won't. You've hurt me as you set out to do, I choose to be the human who knows far too much... now leave! Blaise wasn't going to say anymore on the matter, she had voiced her piece and now she was quiet. Her face was flushed red, her curly hair disheveled, her eyes that of someone gone mad, but she didn't care. Her finger had prodded into Rose's chest numerous times during her rant, and it now pointed towards the door with fierce conviction. Get a move on, dolly...! The count comes to 620 (with code). Blaise's conversation has been tagged to Rose . She is flaunting this right now. Her puppeteer would also like you to know it's so short... ahh! better than nothing I guess... muse died, RIP.

[Rose Decumbry]

Watching the look of memory, wash from it to anger, Rose smiled. She had finally pushed the right button, at the right time. Good job Rosey Posy, you’ve pissed off an overly emotional human, that’s one check off your bucket list. The irony in her cynical thoughts. Rose was never the nice girl in school, thought she came off as it. And surely, she’d proven Blaise wrong. She had to have, or else there would not be growing anger in her eyes at the moment.

Check and Mate.

As soon as the blond opened her mouth, Rose knew what she had coming. But, hell, she’d heard it from all, so it didn’t bother her at all. Nor had she begun to care. So, she just stared with the blankest expression, pretending to lap at what Blaise said, but not really caring.

You broke into my house! You threatened my life! You had no damn right to do either, but you did. I tried to be hospitable, as much as possible with a murderous monster that is; but you, Rose, deserve nothing hospitable. You deserve to burn in hell; not because you are something entirely unnatrual, but because you have allowed it to shape you into something horrible because you feel sorry for yourself!

Rose wasn’t that bad! “You also seem to forget, that if I had not come through your door, you would have died. The nearest hospital was and is, around 20 minutes away. You would have bled to death. You still probably are, case in point,” She shrugged nonchalantly before letting her continue. Yes, she had threatened her life, but Rose wouldn’t be Rose if she hadn’t threatened someone’s life nightly. “Hospitable? You were bleeding out on the floor, and hadn’t even been aware of my presence, till I pretty much forced you to come around!” Murderous monster, she’d been called worse. So now she deserved nothing hospitable? A wide grin whipped up around her face.

And then Blaise had struck one wrong cord.

Rose reached out and slapped the girl (probably not the best idea due to head trauma), the sound ringing in her ears. “How dare you. I know I deserve to burn in hell, and quite frankly, so do you. I have not been shaped by being a vampire. I have been this way, since I can remember. I just wasn’t meant to show it. That’s how it was growing up, we women were blank pages, waiting to be picked up. You, however, let yourself be shaped by the fact your brother shot your mother! You’ve become some hateful, vengeful, insecure bitch! And don’t you dare think you haven’t.” Blaise was touching her, which wasn’t a good thing to do at all.

You asked! You wanted to know! I told you!! You have no god damn right to insult me for what I am; to judge. Did I judge you? No, I gave you the benefit of the doubt. But I see first impressions are very true, I went against my better judgement to believe otherwise. Get the hell out of my house! Isn't there some damn vampire law about not being able to enter without being invited? Well you sure as hell weren't invited. Out! Out! Out! I don't want to see your hateful, accursed face ever again... you hear? Live a thousand lives of eternal damnation; I'm sure it'll be very easy for you to avoid me for 70 years or so until I'm dead and gone! I won't tell anyone about you, they'd think I was insane anyways; but I won't. You've hurt me as you set out to do, I choose to be the human who knows far too much... now leave!

Wrong, Blaise had actually insulted her. The way she was tense around her, insulting her age, such and such about her species. But Rose kept her smirk up, even some delight in her eyes. She even mimicked her sometimes, she was that amused. “Alright, for the record, there is no vampire law at all. Those are all myths. Of course, you wouldn’t know. But I guess I shall be out soon, the sun will rise sooner or later.” She took several steps closer to the broken door. “Hmm, no use in teaching one who knows nothing, a topic about the nothing they know about.” She smiled, before walking out, barely grasping the voice of Blaise, once more calling her dolly.

Poor, Poor Blaise.

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