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Post by azina on Aug 6, 2005 16:10:00 GMT -5
*screams* Oh no!! What happened to Leah? Is she okay? Poor Cillian! Oh no! Please let her be okay!! *biting nails* (You better be writing more ... Exalt. Excellent, amazing job as always. I loved how that streak of blood was tormenting Leah and her hunger)
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Post by §ilvercell on Aug 6, 2005 17:49:58 GMT -5
EXALT!!!!!
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Post by Dayna on Aug 6, 2005 18:00:27 GMT -5
Very very very cool! Love the story, hope Leah and Cillian can be together.
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Post by belle on Aug 7, 2005 12:49:43 GMT -5
Guillaume sat, his back to the side of the stone window frame, one leg dangling over six stories above the ground, the other knee to his chest. The curtain shielded his body from view. So if she was to look out the window, she would see nothing but the cool night. He peered in around the curtain and watched her. He had lost count of the number of nights he sat in the window, or on the fire escape, or lay flat on his back on the roof simply to hear her moving on the floor below him. She always looked so sad. He longed to burst through the window, shatter the glass all over the carpet and run to her, embrace her as he once had done. How many times had the heroic reunion played in his head? Forever. The door opened, Guillaume peered in, his glowing blue eyes reflected palely in the spotless window. She walked in, turned on the overhead lights. Guillaume winced as he always did, as the light burned his eyes, he would never be ready for it. Throwing her leather attaché case on the table, she removed her heels and rubbed her foot. Her long auburn hair fell over her shoulders. Had it always been that long? She walked to the kitchen counter and put the tea pot on, just like always. She opened the cabinet and pulled out her tea bags, selecting two, just like always. Her favorite mug sat by the sink and she washed it out, scrubbing away last night’s double tea. She sat at the small wooden table in the middle of the tiny, well decorated kitchen. There were two chairs, but no one ever sat in the second one. Opening her briefcase she removed several folders and spread them out in front of her. She rested her elbows on the table, and put her head in her hands. Guillaume felt cold and empty. He saw her shoulders shaking and knew she was crying… again. How he wished he could go in and embrace her like he used to! No one deserved pain like this. She was part of an entirely different world. They were separated by more than just a window. A skinny cloud passed in front of the moon, casting half his form in shadow. Even if she would have looked out, she would have not seen Guillaume put his pale, spidery hand to the window, blue eyes wide and whisper, “I love you Mommy.”
Leah woke on the damp forest floor, and the familiar mossy scents of her home flooded her nostrils. It brought her ease and comfort. She didn’t burn so much anymore, but all she felt was a dull throbbing pain on the entire right side of her body. She saw the moon above her, a massive silver orb illuminating the forest and washing them all in a cool bath of pale light. Guillaume’s blue eyes, glowing brightly were above her again. He was at her side once again, and Leah strongly suspected he had not left it. He looked grave and much unlike his relaxed self. “Leah?” His voice was hoarse and leaned close, whispering faintly. “Gui?” was all Leah could manage to choke out. She felt so very weak. “Leah, you’re weakened. You need blood.” Guillaume whispered to her. Leah forced herself to continue staring into his glowing blue eyes. ‘Just focus on the eyes.’ She thought if she lost sight of them she’d fall forever into the icy black oblivion of her second death. ‘Don’t leave his eyes.’ A second face appeared over her, shadowed by the trees around them. Justin’s horrified face was fixed upon her right arm, and was contorting into a look of pity and revulsion. “Leah?” “What?” Leah felt as if she was floating away, her vision was tunneling. “You have to take his blood.” “No.” Leah said, in a voice she couldn’t remember. “I don’t…” She hadn’t the energy to finish. “I can’t…” Every word was a massive struggle. Guillaume’s eyes moved and she followed them. “Leah, you’re dying. You need blood to live and if you don’t feed I will lose you. You can’t leave me. You can’t leave me here by myself. I need you.” His voice was a panicked whisper that stung her, though she could not feel it. The moon was so beautiful above them. Justin was shaking. She could feel his rippled movement next to her. “Please…” Guillaume begged. Leah saw stars popping around the darkness that was clouding her vision. She had wanted to be an astronaut when she was younger. It was like flying in a rocket ship. Gravity was leaving her. Suddenly something brought her back. She felt the warmth of human flesh beside her. She smelled the blood through the thin skin that covered the carotid artery. An entire new frontier unearthed itself as she was pulled back to the ground, further away from the moon she longed to see closer. She used the last remaining muscles in her stomach and back to push herself up only slightly. Her lips brushed the warm, taut flesh of the human jugular. She felt the rapid, fearful pulse of the carotid and opened her mouth. The pulse quickened even more under her lips. With one final lunge she clamped down and entered a new world. Ecstasy. The stars disappeared. Her vision was becoming clearer and she became one with Justin. The smooth rush of the warm blood was indescribable; it was bliss; it was perfection. Her body shuddered under Justin’s weight, which had slackened as he lost muscle tone and lay, his upper body sprawled across her. With each gulp, Leah felt stronger, and her mind clearer. She didn’t want this to end. As she felt Justin’s body twitch slightly, due to the sudden blood loss and the excess of ADP in his muscle cells, she remembered. Focusing her newfound energy on him only she inwardly whispered the soothing messages she often used on the animals she undertook. The anesthesia flowed involuntarily in her saliva and his body relaxed. His pain was eradicated. Her drags became longer as she had to suck harder to draw the blood from his arteries and veins. She searched for Guillaume’s eyes. ‘Don’t leave his eyes. Don’t leave his eyes.’ She was almost finished. Her brightly glowing green eyes flicked upward toward the moon. It’s full belly and crystalline glow was wonderful. The pain was gone.
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Post by Dayna on Aug 7, 2005 18:38:07 GMT -5
(tears) that first pargraph was so sad)loved loved loved loved it! ;D
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Post by §ilvercell on Aug 7, 2005 18:49:49 GMT -5
OMG..........................SHE KILLED JUSTIN!?
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Post by Dayna on Aug 7, 2005 18:57:49 GMT -5
I hope not! I don't think so cause Leah needs to make a more of her bloodline and she just might turn him, only Belle knows now! I feel so bad for Gui
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Post by §ilvercell on Aug 8, 2005 16:21:48 GMT -5
continue,Belle!
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Post by belle on Aug 8, 2005 18:16:58 GMT -5
His eyes fluttered open. The forest around him looked hazy and undefined, as if he was looking through an indistinct fog. Slowly he raised his head. An immediate scream from the depths of his mind echoed within him and he immediately ceased movement. Everything seemed dull and soft but oddly sharpened. He heard things he was sure he had never heard, or ever paid attention to. As his vision cleared, he noticed he was seeing more than just shadows, he had a higher peripheral capacity and he needn’t move his eyes so far. There was a pleasant but strange hum within his rib cage and his skin seemed super sensitive to the cool night air. A breeze ruffled over him. He felt every hair on his head moving individually. He smelled the water from a nearby stream he never knew existed in this area of the forest, for he also heard it chuckling over the rocks from a great distance away. He felt the tiny particles that the wind carried bounce off his skin. He felt the chill of the cooler current. He was sure he could even feel the temperature dropping. He felt the vibrations of movement next to him. He struggled to turn to see who it was. He immediately felt the searing pain rip through him. Two glowing pairs of eyes hovered over him. He saw the glow; blue and green respectively extend inches around the eye, as if emitting some radioactive essence. Again he struggled, this time bearing his teeth. He felt an immediate jolt of pain around his mouth and the cool trickle of something running down the side of his face from the corner of his mouth. He felt a hand on his chest and every rippled fingerprint impacted him in a different way. Guillaume’s familiar voice echoed from somewhere above him. It sounded richer, smoother… “Don’t move for a little while. It won’t be long before the pain is gone.” He tried to speak. He faltered around the words, and felt like something else, something bulkier was in his mouth. Guillaume’s face came into focus. His white skin looked somewhat waxy in the moonlight. His blue eyes were bright and emanated the aura that he had failed to pick up previously. He wondered why he had missed such a rich environment. The forest was like a whole new world to him. He was hearing things he had never heard, like each striation on the cricket’s leg as he rubbed them together, serenading the woods with his own music. Sounds he used to simply group now emerged with an amazing individuality. He was seeing the sky, the stars and the tips of the trees in an entire new fashion. He saw every leaf on the tip of the tallest tree in his peripheral vision. The stars twinkled invitingly to him, beckoning him to touch them. If he wasn’t so trapped within his own body, he felt that he could touch the stars, reach the moon. He felt a new sense of being, a new power. He was no in the forest. He was the forest. Leah’s face came into view. Her pale skin was shadowed only slightly as she blocked part of the silver shine of the moon from his vision. Her incisors, ones he had once feared sparkled at him. Her lips were much more violent shade of red than he remembered… maybe he hadn’t been paying attention. Her short black hair fell in her eyes, interrupting the glow that they possessed. The look she was giving him, a look of, sadness? Pity? He couldn’t quite read her; he had never been the greatest at reading people through body language. He had his instincts that he trusted. That was all he had ever needed. Feeling as if he had never spoken before, he took another try at expelling the tornado that was ricocheting in his head. “What? What happened?” He saw Leah’s eyes avert heavily. He heard Guillaume exhale. His cool breath fluttered over his face. “It’s done Justin. You’re one of us.” The universe stopped. He was one of them now. ‘I guess this means no turning back.’ He thought. He was a vampire, part of Leah’s Bloodline. He remembered how badly he had wanted this. He was superhuman. He was invincible! He could now move with stealth and an underlying factor of intimidation that he had been missing as a human runaway. The greatest part of it was, he smiled happily, managing to avoid cutting himself again on his new deadly sharp incisors, he was now part of this war. He had a purpose after all.
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Post by belle on Aug 8, 2005 18:18:14 GMT -5
As three agents dragged the screaming Dayna away, Cillian sat with his back to his bedroom wall, one knee drawn to his chest, and the other spread out in front of him. He was coated with blood, unsure whether it was his own or Dayna’s. After Leah was stolen from his window, her arm blackened by a UV bullet shot out of Dayna’s new, and smuggled gun, Cillian had commenced his ferocious fight with Dayna, his knee not pinning her for long. Her grief of the death of her partner gave her a strength Cillian severely underestimated, and with Leah injured and stolen at the midst the fight, he was caught off his guard. An agent re-entered the room and kneeled down. He was dressed in a fancy sort of black riot gear. A UV gun was holstered next to a normal one. He had removed his tactical riot helmet and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Cillian recognized from the Agency and was relieved to have someone he was familiar with. His name was Ethan, quiet, good natured and dutiful. This man never stepped outside the lines. “Cillian…” Ethan put a hand on Cillian’s narrow shoulder, partly exposed by a rip from Dayna in a furious attempt at his throat. “Are you alright?” “I’m fine, just a little sore. What happened?” “There was a full scale attack at that ritzy restaurant The Garden. We had only just finished up harnessing survivors and witnesses when we got your distress call.” “What kind of attack? Was it an ambush? A raid?” Cillian enquired, his heart sinking a little bit. “Ambush. Haven’t had one of those in a while, I’ll tell you.” Ethan sighed and shook his head. “We swept the whole place with radar. The met one the roof, there had to be at least seven, probably more like ten. They must have disguised themselves as guests to infiltrate.” “What makes you say that?” Cillian asked, remembering the paleness of vampiric skin, and the way their incisors protruded slightly if they even twitched their lips; the way their skin glowed purple and charred before his eyes when hit with the UV gun. The way their eyes widened in surprise and horror as they writhed in agony. Leah… “Well, during the sweep, the vampire’s footprints were normal in most of the well worn pathways of the restaurant. There were spots where they rushed, indicating running, or leaping, or long pauses, but the normal steps directly indicate they were calm and indistinct at some point before the attack.” Ethan said, matter-of-factly. “What about casualties?” “Ten dead, all human.” “Any changed?” Cillian pressed. The temperature seemed to be rising around him. “None to speak of. This was a slaughter.” Ethan replied curtly. “Do we have a target?” “We thought briefly that Ewan and Dayna might have been the reason for the attack, since they’re closely tied in with the inner working of the Agency. They were prime informants if captured… but that was ruled out. Ewan didn’t even seem to be detected as an agent until he whipped out his UV gun, which, by the way I don’t know how he and Dayna got them…” Ethan stopped, almost in reverence for a fallen comrade. “One vampire, well, cause of death was asphyxia.” Another pause. “They crushed his windpipe and everything.” Cillian was unaware that his breathing had started to speed up. Ethan’s eyes flicked up to his quickly and he moved closer. Cillian ignored him. This attack was not to change people; this was some involuntary recruiting session. There was no target. This was a war cry. This was a statement. It greatly worried Cillian that vampires had taken this drastic action. He knew why Dayna had come. She and Ewan must have known about his involvement with Leah, or perhaps his extermination of all the other vampires in Leah’s Bloodline. That led him to wonder who else knew, especially about recent events. And now that Dayna saw him with a vampire in his bedroom, despite her deranged disposition, she’d calm down, and his cover whatever it had been would be blown. “Cillian, do you want to go to the hospital?” Ethan asked. Cillian started slightly, for he had forgotten Ethan was still by his side. “No.” Cillian’s intense blue eyes rested on Ethan’s dark brown ones with a forced nonchalance. “No, thanks Ethan. I need to get on this right away. A shower, some clothes… I’ll be fine. Thanks.” He forced a smile. “Okay, well, don’t work too hard.” “Yeah, and you… go home already.” Cillian said, another fake smile and poke at a joke. “With this overtime? I’ll stay on as long as they need me!” Ethan said chuckling. He stood and walked out of the room, leaving Cillian alone in the semidarkness. He gazed across the carpet of his bedroom, at the random blood spatter. He looked up to his left and saw a spray of dark black blood on the white window paneling. Rising, he touched it. It was still cold to the touch. Looking away, trying to push her look of anguish and pain out of his head he walked quickly to his bathroom and wiped away the blood from the cuts on his face. He went to his wardrobe and pulled out a rarely used dark hooded sweatshirt, pulling it over his white bloodstained undershirt. He hastened out of his bedroom, running his fingers through his hair, wincing as he raked over some hidden cuts on his scalp. His keys lay where he left them. Grabbing them he set off into the night. He hadn’t been able to kill her, now he wasn’t going to lose her.
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Post by Dayna on Aug 8, 2005 19:24:55 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300] loved it, ur an amazing writer, don't stop! [/shadow]
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Post by azina on Aug 8, 2005 20:14:35 GMT -5
Fantastic! I love all amazing detail you go into on Justin's "birth" as a vampire.
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Post by §ilvercell on Aug 8, 2005 21:02:25 GMT -5
wait what happend to her gun,for her to have a Bi%&-fight with cill?great chp BTW.
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Post by belle on Aug 8, 2005 22:56:46 GMT -5
Thanks guys... I am happy you are enjoying it... more to come... trust me :-)
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Post by belle on Aug 9, 2005 18:04:11 GMT -5
Leah winced slightly as Guillaume wrapped a bandage slowly around her arm, courtesy of the house across the woods. Sometimes Guillaume was too stealthy for his own good. The point of impact had been charred black with rings of steadily lightening grey on her white skin that extended three inches in every direction. It still burned slightly when she moved her arm. Guillaume took care as he wrapped her wound, his blue eyes fixed upon her in concentration. “I hope Justin’s doing alright.” Guillaume muttered offhandedly, very aware of the capacity of the subject he was opening. Leah’s insides squirmed uncomfortably. “Where is he?” Leah asked, feeling the pain spread slowly to her chest. “I took him out while you were resting. I showed him how to hunt…” Guillaume trailed, suddenly very interested in her bandage. “The forest… right?” Leah asked, somehow knowing the answer to her pointless question. “You know how hard it was when we were first changed Leah. He’s not fast enough for deer and well, he has to learn how to bite, how not to kill, how to exercise control. I ran him through the ropes earlier on the outskirts of the city.” Leah sighed. She might have created a monster. It wasn’t as if she was ashamed of what she was, she fully accepted what she was, and what she had to do to survive. It was that she felt she had only added to the war by bringing another vampire to their number. She of course would never be able to admit this to any other of her kind, but wasn’t their enough blood in the world without dragging humans out of their comfortable ignorance? She didn’t think she’d ever be able to look at her own green eyes glowing out of Justin’s. The way they spun wildly around as he reawakened from his loss of consciousness, no longer human or part of the world he had known his entire life. The image haunted her and seemed to drag her down. The air was no so fresh after such pain, and the moon was not so bright. “I know you feel badly about Justin, Leah.” Guillaume said. He always read her so openly, his ease scared her sometimes. “Listen… he wanted it. He wanted to be one of us. He had nothing back in the city. No home, no family, no future… with us he has… purpose.” Guillaume argued. Leah said nothing. She longed to leave before Justin came back, she was unsure she could handle it. She vowed never to take the blood of a human so long she remained living. Guillaume finished wrapping her arm and sat back. “You were going to die Leah. You know that right? You would have starved eventually because you weren’t feeding… probably because of that human… the radiation was spreading and only with blood were you able to flush it out of your system. You needed him, and he needed you.” “He didn’t need me Guillaume.” “Would you rather have died then?” Cillian’s face flashed across her mind. The way his blue eyes seemed to glow like Guillaume’s as he embraced her in his room, the way his face looked as his eyes met hers, was it worth taking the blood of a human? Leah looked away. Her eyes averted. Guillaume didn’t press his question. Standing up and embracing her ability to move freely once more, Leah pulled Guillaume to his feet. “We should get back to work. I told Justin I’d meet him on the border of the forest. I need to confirm some upcoming attacks.” “Not so fast. I have a few questions…” Leah said, halting him and treading on potentially dangerous ground. “How did you know where to find me?” “I was in the area.” Guillaume said shrugging “Why?” “Why not?” “Well what happened after you snatched me away?” “I let the two deranged agents go at it.” “Cillian wasn’t deranged…” Leah began obstinately. “But you were! What were you doing in his apartment?” “Hey, I’m asking the questions here Guillaume.” Leah almost smiled. “You can ask all you want, but I have the feeling neither of us will be giving straight answers.” Guillaume said smiling up at her. Leah sighed and returned the smile. They began to walk through the forest path to where Guillaume was meeting Justin. “Well at least tell me the thrilling tale.” “Alright.” He agreed, and launched into the story, talking animatedly. “Well… I saw you hanging out the window like a damsel in distress, and me being the hero I am…” “My spider-man!” Leah cut in with a mock swooning sigh. “Yeah, that’s me. Anyway, I grabbed you and ran you home. That was an interesting ride on the subway… you attract a lot of stares, I’ll tell you.” “Limitless beauty tends to do that.” Leah smiled. “That and the fact that your blood is black…” Guillaume said, his eyebrows raised and almost disappearing into his hairline. “That too… so go on.” “Well I got you into the forest and ripped the bullet out. The entire right half of your body was turning black, like it was being burned. You were really weak once you gained consciousness. Justin asked me if he could be of assistance.” Guillaume shot her a sidelong glance, as if wondering if he should continue. “He asked for you to do it, if that helps.” Leah felt the weight in her stomach and started to walk toward the opening in of the path at a much faster rate. Guillaume recognized the signal and ceased his story. After they walked along the edge of the forest a little ways, Leah turned to her best friend. “Guillaume, thank you. You saved my life.” “Aw Leah, I, well, I…” He looked uncomfortable. “I like having you around.” He smiled and looked away, pretending to scan for Justin. Leah cursed another awkward moment. She strained to remember… what had he said? “You can’t leave me. You can’t leave me here by myself. I need you.” Perhaps it was best she not remember that… “Where is that kid?” Guillaume said distractedly, “Let’s go, he can’t be far.” They crossed the street hurriedly and set their journey back into the city. Guillaume seemed to know where he was going, and she figured they must have covered acceptable areas to feed. Her stomach was writhing again, this was not good. “Come on Justin… where are you?” Guillaume whispered. He turned into the now familiar alley by first and ten. There were two figures there, one of them was Justin. Leah could see the two green pinpricks in the shadows. As they quickly passed through the yellow light from a flickering streetlight, Justin appeared to have cornered a human. He had the human by the neck, and the slender male in his clutches appeared calm. Guillaume put a hand out to stop Leah, wanting to watch his ‘student’ feed. Leah had no intention of watching unnecessary slaughter. She broke out Guillaume’s grip and moved to the side. She saw the new vampire lean forward to sink his teeth into his victim, which was now straining under prolonged panic. His terror-filled eyes flashed in her direction. Even through the darkness she recognized that intensity, and even saw the flash of blue. She screamed.
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