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Post by belle on Jul 25, 2005 12:20:56 GMT -5
Okay... before I post the first half of this story I must explain how it is going to be written. I have spoken with another member, Dayna and she gave me a few of her favorite actors and actresses (can you guess who was first? ) and I listed a few too. It's like making your own adventure with you own rules. I started this story, and the first Scene (Confrontation) was based on my ideas for actors and actresses: Julianne Moore (not seen yet), Justin Chatwin (Robbie from War of the Worlds, for those of you that don't know), Guillaume (that's my brother and my best friend, for real) and Cillian Murphy (not having him would defeat purpose wouldn't it?). Dayna's installment is next, (Dayna, Cillian Murphy, Ewan McGregor etc.) but if any of you would like to have your own parts or become characters... POST! It's always ebtter with more twists and turns and ideas, and together we can have best Cillian story yet! Please post with actors and actresses and you can get caught in that world! Thanks. -Leah
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Post by belle on Jul 25, 2005 14:46:15 GMT -5
Leah - Vampire (angry at the world for rejecting her kind, feeds not on humans but on animals because of her pledge for neutrality in the underground war of humans vs. creatures of the night: vampires) Dayna - Secret Agent (employed by the United States government to rid he world of vampires, she works in the office by day, and by night roaming the streets ready to exterminate any vampire that crosses her path) Ewan - Secret Agent 2 (strong willed and somewhat rash coworker to Dayna is always by her side as a partner, and wishing he was something more, he tends to be quite resourceful and a touch romantic) Ryan - Vampire (claiming a personal vendetta against the renowned vampire hunter Dayna, he longs to capture her and turn her into a vampire, and keep her as a blood bonded beauty and help counter the war between humans and vampires) Cillian - Secret Agent (his family killed by vampires in Leah's line, he has an intense hatred of the race and will stop it nothing to kill the last of Leah's Blood Line in vengeance for the death of his family... He has never met Leah, but hunts ruthlessly for her) Guillaume - Harmless Vampire (adding comic relief, he acts as a runner for the Vampire race and often revamps Leah’s quest to end the war between humans and vampires with his hopeful outlook and live and let live disposition) Julianne - Secret Agent 3 (Dayna and Ewan's boss, hopes to take a scientific twist on things and capture a vampire and use it for study *she obviously has not seen 28 Days Later, because that NEVER works* She figures, if she can counteract the vampires' natural defenses, the key to their destruction lies for human kind) Justin - Human (harmless and ignorant, he finds himself sucked into an underground war after a run in with Leah and Guillaume being cornered by Cillian as a monologue that makes the world stop unfolds and Cillian promises his revenge and action *since it was two on one, he tells Leah she's a goner NEXT time they meet* He remains unharmed by the vampires but works with Guillaume in passing information to help the Vampire side)
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Post by belle on Jul 25, 2005 14:46:39 GMT -5
Scene One: The Confrontation (Not in Script Form) She was not usually drawn out of the forest, but the war brought her here, to the city, a broken battle ground for an invisible fight between the Humans and Vampires of the world. Though well in the shadows, and angrily kept away from the mass human populace, the darkness was starting to settle on the city like a palpable cloud. This cloud was the reason she left her dark forest home, accompanied by her closest companion, Guillaume, to fight the good fight, a fight for a fair existence. Leah was not ruthless, she was not violent. She had chosen very soon after she was changed to feed only on neutral animals, deer mostly. The blood was bland, but she had no heart to constantly kill. This was what she fought for; she knew that the human world regarded her kind as monsters, when there were so many that craved peace and the simply the right to live. She walked through the dark alley where she would be meeting Guillaume. He worked as a runner between her and the Underground Nation of Vampires. With his small, gaunt frame and amiable personality, he was the perfect gatherer of information. Leah needed to know the plans, the statistics and of any attacks that were to occur in the cloaked darkness. Of course, she would not assist in the slaughter of the Human Race, but she could show up early, warn the potential victims, or use her stealth and persuasive tactics to try and convince the attacker to halt in the name of justice. She always had a better chance at persuading the victim, intimidation was a powerful weapon after all. No human would regard her with severity, but react in fear when they saw the way she moved, like a shadow, and her pale skin and jet black hair, chopped short with her glowing green eyes; they all had a similar reaction. They’re eyes would widen, their breaths would catch in their throats and they would always instinctively back into something as the blood drained from their faces. Yes, her intimidation was powerful, she would warn them of the coming attack and nine times out of ten, a vampire assigned to kill a human, would find an empty meeting zone. It was a muggy night and Leah felt strangled in all the thick smog she was not used to. Walking quickly down the sidewalk, the orangey glow of a few streetlights casting ominous shadows on the walls of the graffiti strewn buildings, her long black jacket billowed behind her. She had no care of how she looked, the scarier presence she emanated the likelier it would be that she was going to be left alone. Without warning she pulled a quick right into the alley between two tall buildings. There were no clothes lines with dirty clothes hanging, smog clinging to the fabric. There were no garbage barrels, housing rats and other rodents. There were two wrought iron staircases acting as a fire escape that wouldn’t look as if it would hold for long. Toward the end of the alley, half the width of the dirty, dark lane was obstructed by a partition of a chain link fence, supposedly to pile garbage in front of. The garbage had already been cleared. She was sure to make as much room as possible in case they were ever intercepted. If someone, human or vampire was to meet them there, it would certainly culminate in a fight. She walked swiftly passed each of the fire escapes, dripping oily water onto the dirty pavement and then to the chain link fence. She could see a figure leaning against it, but she knew instinctively it was not Guillaume. He was young and carried none of the height that this figure possessed. This couldn’t be good. Chasing the fear from her chest, she rounded the chain link fence and came face to face with the figure leaning casually against it. He wore a dark suit with a crisp white shirt and a deep blue tie. His eyes were averted to the ground, but as she stood before him, they flew up to meet hers. Instantly she felt fear, wonder and foreboding strike at her like a knife. Those eyes were mesmerizing, a blue that shone through the semidarkness like the full moon. He drew away from the fence and took a step toward her. He had a strange, dangerous smile on his face, and she could just see an identification tag encased in plastic hanging from his upper right coat pocket, a government agent, human, how? Leah didn’t back away, she stood firm before this stranger who was smiling hungrily at her. She clenched her fists and summoned energy to her core, ready to fight him. She would not bite, but she would probably leave him dead. He spoke with a soft, heavily down trodden Irish accent and each syllable echoed hatred and disgust. “Do you remember me?” “No.” “I wouldn’t expect you to; it’s been a long time.” He c*cked his head to the side slightly, as to get a better look at her. “You have those eyes, those green eyes.” “Who are you? What do you want?” Leah demanded, remaining still as he took a step toward her, peering into her pale face. She had no idea who this stranger was, in exception for that he was clearly on the opposite side of the battle she was fighting. “Revenge.” He said simply. He reached in his jacket and pulled out a dagger, she could see the silver glint on the sharp edge and new his intention was to kill her. “Your battle is not with me.” Leah said, refusing to back away but getting ready to pounce if the situation called for it. “It is with both of us.” A new voice said from Leah’s left side. Guillaume was at her side once again, ready to fight with her. His blue eyes glowed eerily under a dark mop of hair. His pale, yet defined features echoed equal animosity to match the agent’s. The stranger faltered and his face contorted with rage. He could not take down two readily aware vampires simultaneously, and he so wanted her cold blood on his hands. “My battle is with her you little monster, get away from here.” “Your battle is with my greatest friend, and I will stand with her until the end.” Guillaume snarled, his white, pointed incisors glinting. “Explain yourself.” Leah demanded shortly. There was a bang in the end of the alley, but she ignored it. There were more pressing matters at hand at the moment. “You don’t remember do you? You look younger than them, but vampires, they age very well I have found. You have the eyes, the green eyes.” He had a manic glint in his eye that showed his intense hatred of vampires, and it seemed Leah in particular. “My eyes are character of my Bloodline. I wouldn’t expect you to understand that the Bloodline is a family. They are hereditary.” “I know. My parents had those eyes, and my sisters.” He trailed off, his breathing had become heavier and he had not lowered the knife. Guillaume looked as if he was going to leap upon the human and rip his neck open. “Your ‘family’…” he spit out the word derisively, “Your Bloodline murdered my entire family. They were all transformed into vampires, I was left alone; I was left with no one.” He was shaking and his lip was curling. His normally sharp and handsome features were contorted with hatred. “They had your eyes. You’re the last one aren’t you? I’ve taken them all down one by one, and you’re the last one in your Bloodline. I’ll kill you like I killed them.” Leah felt numb. She was there for it was the night she was transformed. It had been an ambush. The starving vampires had attacked the building where her family was living. It was in this very city where she had become part of the darkness itself. He must have been in the building and somehow escaped. He was hunting down the Bloodline that killed his family, the Bloodline that she had eventually adopted as her own, because she could not be caught between the two worlds her entire life. She had to cope with what she had become. The memories flooded her nearly knocking her off her feet. She could not afford to lose it now, not with the dangerous weapon driven by vengeance and wrongful accusation. “I have been hunting you a long time Leah.” He said, his jaw heightened and his breathing heavy with the exhilaration of revenge. “You don’t know what you’re doing.” Leah said to him, shaking her head almost in amazement at the determination for vengeance in the totally wrong direction. “Yes… I do.” “No… you don’t.” Guillaume mocked savagely. “I will rip you apart. Take your vengeance somewhere else.” “Better yet…” Leah added, as she peered at the tag clipped to his chest. “I am sure I will meet you again Cillian, and we will discuss things together, the two of us.” She smiled wryly, her teeth glowing ominously in the darkness. “So be it. You’ll be seeing me again.” He pocketed the knife and shouldered past Guillaume, who hissed in his direction. Leah watched his slender frame receding into the orange light in the street and she forced him from her thoughts. Such hatred, such passion in a human… it was those types of agents she knew she had to watch out for. Cillian had a purpose… he had a goal, and from there stemmed limitless potential, limitless damage. He was volatile and a threat in the war that they were in. How odd was it that she felt drawn to him, dare she say attracted? That was silly, she could never be attracted to a human when they only feared her or sought her destruction. Lost in her own world, Leah heard a bang and a distinctly human yelp of pain and fear. Guillaume emerged from a shadowy corner of the alley with a struggling human in a headlock. He was taller than Guillaume with prominent features with a wide jaw and blue green eyes. They were frozen open in fear and his breathing was rash… a typical human response. Leah turned to look at him, somehow not caring that he had heard their entire conversation. Guillaume let go of him and he backed into the chain link fence, which rattled anxiously, again typical. Leah felt no fear or animosity around this potential rat. She tried a different approach. “Who are you?” She asked, making her voice as non-threatening as possible. “My name’s Justin. I didn’t mean to get the way or anything, I was already here, I was hiding out… I ran away from home, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He was scared out of his wits and he kept glancing between Guillaume and Leah as if they were going to attack him at any moment. Leah could see why his eyes lingered on Guillaume, for after the encounter with Cillian, he looked as if he would rip anything close to him apart limb from limb. “It’s alright. Did you hear everything?” Leah asked, making sure to keep a distance so he didn’t think she was advancing on him. “Yeah, but I swear I won’t tell anyone, I swear! No one will even know I was here, I mean I’ll disappear.” He was frantic now. “Listen, Justin. We’re not going to hurt you.” She shot Guillaume a look and he back away slowly. “No one can disappear, but you seemed invisible there, to be with is in the alley the entire time.” “I am good at hiding… you have to growing up in this city, you kind of have to.” Justin replied, easing up ever so slightly. “Stay here.” She said, smiling at him. She had meant to reassure him, but as soon as he saw her teeth he quickly resumed his scared, shaking and begging disposition. Leah walked over to Guillaume and took he shoulder. Speaking in a low voice she asked, “Did you see him when you came in?” “No.” Guillaume said shaking his head. “I had no idea he was here until I heard him move. I think he was going to try and make a run for it.” “He heard everything and kept quiet Gui, are you thinking what I’m thinking? He’s perfect. He’s just like you.” “But you know, human.” “Can’t win them all can you?” Guillaume smiled, his eyes glowed blue. “No, you can’t. Do you want me to talk to him?” “Yeah…” Leah said, and looked back at him. He was shrunk against the fence, whimpering slightly. He probably assumed that they were going to kill him, under any other circumstance it would not have been a far assumption. This human had the skill, had the stealth almost equal of a vampire and would make an excellent spy or informant for the vampires. He could slip in and out of human affairs and get information for their side. If he already has run away from home, he has an advantageous dislike of humans to begin with, plus, Guillaume was always able to be persuasive, and she could step in if he was having second thoughts, he would certainly listen to her. Letting Guillaume work his magic, Leah waved in what she hoped was in a comforting manner and strode down the alleyway, keeping her eyes open for any more unusually stealthy humans lurking around. She had business to take care of and would receive her debriefing from Guillaume later. She frantically tried to push Cillian out of her head. There was going to be an attack at the corner of fourth and ten, and she had only a few minutes to get there. She started to jog down the sidewalk putting together a speech of the victims she hoped to meet.
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Post by belle on Jul 26, 2005 16:03:16 GMT -5
Cillian ambled into his office and twisted the blinds down. They fell with a clatter and he threw himself into his reclining desk chair angrily. He could not get those eyes out of his head, those glowing green eyes. Leaning forward on the handsome mahogany desk he massaged his temples vigorously in the darkness. He should have taken them both, he was sure he could have managed it. Undoing his tie absently he opened his desk drawer and placed the silver coated knife into it. He cracked his neck and frowned into the darkness, trying to control his anger. It was bubbling up within him with a dangerous speed and intensity. He could almost hear the screams of his family, the bangs and shouts as his home was raided and the pale, sickly vampires rushed in to turn them all in the hideous monsters like themselves. They had been building their Army. From that moment, Cillian knew that he would fight these creatures forever. When he saw his mother and father, his sisters, theirs eyes glowing green in the darkness as they breathed their first breaths as creatures of darkness he knew that he must exterminate every last one of them. He worked in politics for a few years, his charm and incredible good looks giving him quick rise to the top, where he was slipped the secret. It was a secret branch of the Military that alone held hope for the human race against vampires. He instantly interviewed as an agent, wanting to work the field, wanting to kill. He quickly discovered agents weren’t murderers, they were scouts. Their job was to find vampires, and uncover their plans, and most importantly, hide it from the rest of the world, or at least contain it within the city. So he sat, docile, like a good little investigator, doing his job, he found secrets, ways to kill vampires, quickly, and painfully. Using his knowledge of the inside to follow the vampires, see if they were among those that destroyed his family, his life. He could always tell if he could intervene because he’d see their green eyes glowing in the darkness. He had become very good at taking them by surprise and of course he just let his rage carry him into spilling their cold black blood. He relived that terrible night with every kill, every anguished shriek. Yawning he turned to his ignored paperwork on his desk and rifled through it. His heart wasn’t really in it though; his thoughts strayed to the last remaining member of the Bloodline he was destined to wipe off the planet. He had been killing for four years and he finally had one left. She’d be easy enough to kill… all he had to do was enter the zone. He would only have to relive his pain one more time. He shuddered in pleasure to think of it, to think of playing such a dual and integral role in this branch. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt and removing his suit jacket he leaned back in his chair and closed his light blue eyes lightly, hands behind his head. He ran his fingers through his dark hair. A sudden noise brought him back to reality. He leaned forward and came face to face with a pair of glowing green eyes. He gasped and wheeled backwards into a file cabinet which shuddered under the hit. He jumped to his feet and absorbed the figure standing in the darkness on the other side of the desk. It was her. She stood clad entirely in black with a long black jacket billowing slightly from the breeze from the open window. She was smiling slightly, a pair of sunglasses in her hand. He saw how white her teeth looked for the second time tonight. Cillian immediately went for his desk drawer, but her icy grip was on his wrist before he was halfway there. “Not until I’ve had a chance to meet you, Cillian.” She growled softly. “I’m putting on the lights.” He said resignedly and walked over to the light switch. A soft overhead light flooded the room. The vampire sat in the chair where his associate often sat when helping him file paper work. Her sunglasses were on and she looked even paler against her solid black wardrobe. She wasted no time in her questioning. “I think you should tell me exactly what happened that night. You tell me, and I’ll tell you what happened. That’s our first step.” Cillian’s eyes flashed as he sat down at his desk, feeling somewhat naked without his tie, jacket, and a good part of his white undershirt showing under her sunglasses gaze. Face twitching in growing rage, he calmly opened his mouth to explain, but no words came out. Instead, he heard his mother’s scream. “How did you get in here?” “You’re changing the subject.” “Well, I’ve got time. Do you?” Cillian smiled sarcastically. Leah paused and looked down slightly before returning her gaze in Cillian. He could not see where her eyes were looking, but they might have been X-rays for all he knew. “No. I want justification on why you want to kill me; aside from your belief I am not worthy to share the planet with the human race, of course.” “I see.” Cillian put on his glasses and looked at her across the desk, like a psychologist analyzing a patient. “I am not here to be crossed examined Cillian. I am here to tell you the truth because I am under the impression you are very mistaken.” Cillian glared at her, the hair rising on his arms. He could not describe what he felt, sitting before the last remaining vampire. She was the gate he would have to break down in order to have peace. A small step in the war, total absolution for Cillian Murphy.
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Post by azina on Jul 26, 2005 17:37:13 GMT -5
Oh, that was great! I hope you'll write more.
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Post by belle on Jul 27, 2005 15:57:19 GMT -5
Her eyes burned into his. She felt safer with her sunglasses on. The light, making her uncomfortable to begin with, bore into her as she attempted to stare down Cillian. He was apparently bent on her destruction, and that made her uneasy. She had no doubt in her mind that he had extraordinary capabilities if he were to fight her. She could feel anger pulsating from his heated face, radiating from those eyes. As they stared across the desk from one another, she was intensely thankful that he could not see where she was gazing, for she frequently fought her eyes from straying to where his shirt was opened and where his slender fingers fell gently on the desk top. She forced herself to focus. What sat before her was a danger not only to the Race of Vampires, but to her personally. She had to tell him the truth. She could almost feel his blood pressure rising as he fought to control the anger within him. “You think it’s my fault your family was attacked. You think it was my Bloodline that raided that apartment building.” “Yes.” He growled. His fingers began twisting and twitching as if he was going to strangle her. “Well, I will tell you it was this Bloodline, the glowing green eyes that transformed your family.” She looked at his face contorting with rage and saw the words floating to the top of his brain. “…And ruined you entire means of existence. A sad story we’re both well aware.” Cillian looked ready to kill. “You have not paused to think, Cillian, the nature of those you have exterminated. Did you know?” Leah changed her voice to a mockingly questioning tone. “When a vampire bites a human, he or she binds that victim to their Bloodline, giving them several of the traits that they carry. Unnatural strength and stealth…” She watched Cillian’s face carefully as she spoke, looking for the reaction she needed. “They even retain the characteristic glowing eye color that defines their lineage.” Cillian paled, even his hands lost their color. His once intense eyes looked flat and devoid of emotion for the first time all evening. “I wonder how many vampires you killed that were just like you that night, scared, and having to suffer the same end as your family. For example…” She smiled cruelly watching sweat break out on his forehead. “I wasn’t as lucky as you that night. I not only had to watch my parents die, but also my brother change. Then it was my turn. I was changed.” She watched him closely, her muscles tightened as she prepared to make her move. His breathing was rash and she could tell he was reliving that horrible night when he was thirteen years old. She fought to keep the dizzying experience from her cold subconscious. Her time to move was now. Using speed and grace rivaled by few, she moved quickly around the desk and captured his head in her string grip. One hand holding his chin and the other cradling the back of his head she brought her face close to his neck. She could see the blood pulsing through the carotid artery and the bloodlust she had managed to burst overwhelmed her. His skin smelled so sweet. She longed to create the unbreakable bond with him, for them to become one, absorbing him through blood. Pushing her lust aside, she whispered, her breath dancing across his neck, which had erupted into goose bumps. “Do you know what it feels like to have every drop of blood sucked out of your body Cillian? Can you imagine the oxygen being stolen from you, and replaced with cold darkness? I can make your eyes glow, just like mine Cillian. I am very, very close to turning you into the one thing you combat. Ironic isn’t it?” His voice was strained. “Don’t.” “Why not?” She asked almost seductively. There were voices coming down the hall. Two shadows silhouetted against the far wall. Leah turned sharply, halting at the sound of the advancing agents. It was time to go. Cillian felt his head released and thrown forward slightly. She was gone. The wind billowed through the open window and he struggled to control his breathing and mop the cold sweat away.
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Post by azina on Jul 27, 2005 18:19:33 GMT -5
That was excellent!
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Post by belle on Jul 28, 2005 17:52:34 GMT -5
The two shadows on the other side of the wood and glass door paused outside of it. Cillian knew they had means to enter. He buttoned his shirt quickly and shoved his tie next to the knife unused in this, his most recent encounter. He straightened his jacket on the back of his leather chair as the knock sounded, harsh against the silence and his own, heavy rhythmic breaths. “Come in, door’s unlocked.” Cillian croaked. He could still feel her cold hands on his face… feel the gentle tickle of her breath against his neck. She had had him at her total mercy. The door opened and two figures entered rushed and agitated. He immediately recognized them as his two closest coworkers. Agents like himself, Dayna and Ewan walked in. Cillian swore they were once person by now. Dayna was a tall brunette with a light but severe attitude and her partner Ewan was always ready for anything. The guy must have slept with his eyes open. They entered and sat across from him. As Dayna sat down, Cillian saw a flash of a black clad vampire smiling at him, instead of Dayna’s obviously human frame. He shuddered and felt the cold sweat popping back out on his brow. “Are you alright Cillian?” Ewan asked, peering into his colleague’s strained face with mild concern. “Yeah.” Cillian said distractedly. He picked up his glasses off the desk and rubbed them clean on his white shirt, feeling heavier with moisture from fear sweat. “Are you sure? You look stressed.” Dayna added her eyes bright in the light from the ceiling. “What are you two still doing here? Cillian asked, hoping to draw them away from the subject of his strained and fear-ridden appearance. “We just got word back from an attack.” Dayna said. “More like an attack that didn’t happen.” Ewan added. “Yeah, apparently, when our reinforcements got there, they found, nothing.” Dayna said, her eyebrows raised and looking slightly bewildered. “Bodies?” Cillian asked. “No, the targets were found, still on their way, unharmed and none-the-wiser that they were the potential victims of anything.” Dayna continued, shuffling a stack of papers she had been holding. “Well, were there traces of vampiric activity, any vampires around? They could have been prolonging the attack from some reason.” Cillian pointed out, putting his elbows on the desk and pressing his long slender fingers together. “We did find some, the corner of fourth and ten, there was evidence of three vampires, two male and one female.” Ewan said, glancing at Dayna’s paperwork. “They lingered in the same three spots, judging by the temperature of the sidewalk, and then split, two males heading south together and the female heading north.” When tracing vampires, the temperature of the ground they stood upon and things they touched would glow blue with the drop in temperature. Special heat sensitive goggles administered to every agent told them where and when vampires infested the streets of the city, and with them they used them to track and trail their different missions. “North from fourth and ten… that would lead near here wouldn’t it?” Cillian asked his heart clenching. “Yeah, you think there is vampire in the area?” Ewan asked, twitching, ready for a full scale battle in Cillian’s office. “No. There’s no vampire here. What do you think happened at fourth and ten then?” Cillian asked, again trying to draw his colleagues away from a sensitive subject. “Well, what I think?” Dayna leaned forward looking excited; she shot Ewan a less than friendly look, as if she had already run this theory by him, having it immediately dismissed. “I think there’s a vampire altering stuff going on. This is one of fifteen attacks that we have predicted that didn’t happen. A vampire is either intervening with the predator of the prey. Things are changing.” “So you think there’s some kind of rogue vampire, taking things into her own hands?” Cillian asked, comprehension dawning on him and making his heart race. “Her hands?” Ewan asked laughing, and quickly silencing under Dayna’s icy gaze. “I think there is something going on. We can’t say yet whether it’s helping us, or a grow threat. Keep your eyes out, and continue monitoring attacks. Don’t let up, not when this could be a big break.” Cillian said a tone to his voice that clearly said the conversation was over. He had begun to sweat again and the room seemed to spin. Dayna and Ewan, reading their colleagues messages quickly stood up and mumbling goodbyes left the office. Cillian immediately got up and shut the lights off and resumed his spot at his desk, letting the silence ease him. Something was going on, and it had to do with Leah. She was stopping the attacks, he knew it. Why? Deciding against going home for the night, Cillian got up, grabbed his tie and knife and stowed them in his pockets, threw on his jacket and set out to find her. He had a feeling if she knew he sought her, she would come.
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Post by azina on Jul 28, 2005 19:55:40 GMT -5
Very intriguing ... and you're right about this forum being very addicting, because I catch myself checking back here quite often. I'm eager to see what the next encounter brings between Cillian and Leah.
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Post by belle on Jul 30, 2005 10:01:19 GMT -5
He walked through the building, past the many windows, some with lights, some darkened like his. It wasn’t an unfriendly place, the Agency… it was just a little dreary. People were always working hard, and there was a lot of tension in the air where people’s lives were at stake. There was a war, and this was Military Intelligence. Cool, damp air washed over him as he exited out the side door to the plain looking Agency building, he wondered vaguely where he should go to find Leah again. He decided on the alley he had met her in earlier in the evening. It would be the early hours of the morning by now, the streetlights’ glow seemed to be absorbed in the darkness around them, almost putting a chokehold on the light that made him feel safer. He briskly walked toward the alley and paused over the dark opening before walking in. He kept his eyes and ears especially open, for Leah’s apparent minion could be around to put an early terminating on the conversation. He heard drips coming from the black fire escapes on either side of him, and felt a chill go up his spine. He was drenched and dried, then drenched again in fear sweat. He was sure to have some kind of mental breakdown before this ordeal was over, he was sure of it. He knew he was not alone in the alley when the shadows moved around him. “Back so soon?” Leah asked from a shadowy corner, emerging, pale and grinning coyly at him. “You must be a glutton for punishment.” “No, I just, I just want to settle this.” Cillian said. “What’s to settle Cillian? You know the truth, that doesn’t change the fact that I am a vampire, so fight me, wipe out the Bloodline, isn’t that your job?” She sounded disgusted with him. Cillian could not help but flinch. He had been wrong. So far he had managed to push that from his head, push away the thought of all the vampires he might have killed that were just like her, just like him in a way… victims, but in a much worse way. His insides wriggled at his own thoughtlessness. There was no way to take back what he had done… this is what weighed him down more than anything. He had not even given them a chance to explain, the only vampire that had a chance to explain herself had him at her mercy. He had let his anger go way out of control. He tried to imagine that night, from her perspective, watching her family writhing on the floor screaming as they became vampires, and then realizing the same fate was waiting for her. It made him shudder under her glowing green eyes. She scared him in a way. It wasn’t pure intimidation, for he figured they would be a decent match in a fight, but she had knowledge, experience, connections. She was so deeply embedded in the web of this war, that he could feel room for little else than fear and an intense respect. “No.” he choked in a voice most unlike his own normally smooth and confident business tone. “I came to enquire,” he said, mustering as much courage as he could in the chilly darkness, “which side you are actually on.” He straightened up, trying to control the dammed up flow of rhetoric he longed to unleash. “What role do you play in this war? You spared me in my own office when killing me would have put a dent in the Human Forces. I have reason to believe that you have had a hand in these attacks that have been foiled.” Leah smirked and moved closer to Cillian. She leaned backward on a damp, dirty brick wall, her coat gone and her pale arms glowing dully in the darkness. “You see? You have this war broken into two sides, Human and Vampire. That’s the big picture. Being an analyst I would have thought that you would have looked deeper into it. I fight on the side of truth Cillian. I showed you the truth about what your past held, even though you had already done enough undoable damage. I show the victims and the attackers the side of truth before something heinous happens under the cover of darkness. The truth is enough to change their minds, just like it was enough to change yours.” She smiled, her incisors glinted dangerous. “What exactly is your truth, Leah?” Cillian’s brow was furrowed and his hard blue eyes were soft and perceptive. She sighed sadly. “My truth is coexistence.” Her glowing eyes met his with a ferocious intensity. “Much to your surprise I am sure, I don’t feed on humans. Though they are by far the sweetest creatures,” She paused, a look of intense longing on her face, “I stay to the forest, and rarely travel to the city, as you saw before, Guillaume, is my runner. He is an amazing information pioneer so to speak, and we found someone tonight that will be integral in our quest to show warriors on both sides the truth, the power of coexistence.” Cillian gawked at her. He had no idea what to say. The validity and passion in which she backed up her “truth” rivaled his own, though his was against her kind. Leah stopped and looked quickly to the mouth of the open alley. Two figures were approaching. One was taller and the other smaller, quicker looking. Cillian recognized the smaller one as the vampire Guillaume, who was at her side when he had first meant to fight her. At the sight of Cillian he stopped and rushed to Leah’s side, angry and dark looking. “Gui… it’s alright. He is no threat.” Leah said to him. Her words stung him and he longed to whip out his silver plated knife and show her just how incorrect she was. He turned behind him to address the other figure that came in with Guillaume, but it had disappeared into the blackness. “Cillian, we’re leaving. We’ve got the information we needed, we’re going home. I trust you found absolution tonight?” “Yes.” Cillian replied, amazed that he did even as he assured her. “Funny,” she said to him, her breath on his face again as her and Guillaume passed him around the fence, his hair standing on end. “You didn’t even have to kill me.” They both disappeared around the corner of the alley, leaving him alone in the darkness. Fatigue overwhelmed him and he headed home. Absolution was tiring.
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Post by azina on Jul 30, 2005 18:58:42 GMT -5
Interesting ... makes me wonder if Leah and Cillian will build a relationship down the road. They seem to have reached a mutual understanding ... and I like them together ... is that odd? LOL
Another great job. You have a definite talent for this.
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Post by §ilvercell on Jul 30, 2005 21:00:16 GMT -5
ohhhh!this is getting good.
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Post by azina on Jul 30, 2005 21:28:13 GMT -5
ottid
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Post by belle on Jul 31, 2005 13:02:59 GMT -5
As Cillian walked by, Ewan and Dayna shrank back in the darkness, their coats shielding the sensors that detected vampiric activity and they held their breath and their accusations in an effort not to disturb their colleague as he walked briskly toward his car, parked in the garage below.
Justin caught up with them as Leah and Guillaume stole away into the darkness. “Are you sure you want to come with us, Justin?” Leah asked offhandedly as he trotted next to Guillaume. “Where else am I gonna go?” He pointed out, as if it were obvious. “How about home… to your family?” Leah said somewhat irritably. “No Leah. He wants to stay with us, and he’s going to stay with us. The kid’s incredible!” Guillaume argued passionately. He seemed to have taken a liking to Justin. Now Gui had someone to go on all his little missions with him. He had someone that shared his stealth, and someone that obviously to some extent was intimidated by him. Guillaume was not a big vampire; he was not malicious and seemingly harmless, though he rarely acted that way. To finally have someone that wasn’t looking at him with derisiveness must have been wonderful, which might explain why Guillaume argued so forwardly for Justin. Leah held back a smile as they cross street after street, heading for the next subway entrance. It was preferable they take the subway at this hour rather than the bus. They were less likely to be confronted by an onslaught of humans, and it was essentially faster to the outskirts of the city. As they descended down into the subway station, the normal foul smell met their nostrils and Leah longed for the fresh air of the forest where she was able to dwell in peace and cleanliness. Leaping over the barrier and walking briskly down the hallways, topped with mosaic ceilings that were once significant, once beautiful. Leah sat down on a grubby bench and Guillaume and Justin sat next to her. Leah exhaled deeply, trying not to breathe in too often, for the smell was at times overpowering. “You know Leah; you should try something other than black. Lavender would really bring out your uh, glowing eyes. How about a nice pale blue…. Or maybe a pink!” Justin and Guillaume were laughing. Despite her stern exterior Leah felt a smile creep tot her lips and soon she had a beautiful, deadly grin that she was glad there was no one else waiting for the train, as she was sure they would have made some scene by running away screaming. Leah heard the rumble of the subway down the tracks and she stood, Guillaume and Justin following suit. She let her thoughts stray to Cillian. She had accomplished a lot tonight. She had saved her own life, shown an avid vampire-hater her truth, which is no small feat where she was concerned, she had stopped a predicted attack, and why was it that she felt so light? Perhaps she was thirsty. When she got home she would hunt straight away, she decided. She loved the way his eyes radiated intensity, she loved way he trembled at her touch, the way he smelled, like fear, recklessness and loneliness. The way he held his slender frame, with seemingly flawless grace and confidence. When she first encountered him in the alley in the setting sun, had she felt fear for the first time in years? Was he the first to strike fear in her invincible mind since she had been changed when she was ten years old? No, it wasn’t fear was it? Perhaps a dangerous attraction… perhaps… she didn’t know… She watched the tunnel fly by through the window of the subway train, lost in her own whirlwind of half formed schemes and thoughts. “Next one, right Leah?” Guillaume asked, pulling out of her self exploration. “Uh, yes, next stop.” She sat up straight and looked around. Where had the time gone? Walking out of the subway station the three warriors crossed a new series of streets, Justin huffing slightly more than them, not having the adapted strength and muscles of vampires, and then on the outskirts of the city to the edge of a massive forest. The air was cleaner and fresher. Leah threw her head back, cracking her neck, getting ready to sprint into the forest, hell bent on hunting, to at least draw her mind away from the one that hunted her. Before she could spring, she felt Guillaume at her shoulder. “I need to talk to you for a moment.” He looked oddly serious, so she allowed herself to be pulled aside. “You’re not going to touch Justin are you?” Guillaume’s eyes, their blue glow boring into hers. “Of course not, you know I don’t feed on humans. I haven’t attacked a human in, years!” She was slightly abashed that greatest friend would even have to ask such a question of her. “I know. I know…” he looked apologetic. “I just, I just want to make sure. Ever since you came back from the Agency, you look different, you seem, lost.” Leah gave him a quizzical look. “Look, we were making fun of you the entire train ride and you didn’t even notice. Did anything… did anything happen?” Guillaume looked imploringly into her, as only best friends could. “You can tell me anything.” “I showed him the truth Guillaume. That is it.” “I know you showed him the truth, you could see it in his face.” Guillaume did not break into his famous white-toothed smile. “What did he show you?”
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Post by azina on Jul 31, 2005 13:43:43 GMT -5
Ohh, very intriguing. I think Leah is falling for him. I like the part when they were trying to convince her to wear something other than black. LOL
Excellent. I look forward to the next installment.
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