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Post by Dayna on Aug 9, 2005 18:16:45 GMT -5
WHAT HAPPENS!!!!!!
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Post by azina on Aug 9, 2005 20:04:04 GMT -5
ACK!! NO!!! Please let it not be Cillian!! *bites nails*
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Post by §ilvercell on Aug 9, 2005 20:05:56 GMT -5
NOOOOOO,not Cillian!
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Post by belle on Aug 10, 2005 17:28:13 GMT -5
He had been too focused on finding her, too focused on stupid heroic notions, too focused on those green eyes. So when he saw a figure in the shadowed alley where he had first found her, he had gone there out of habit, wondering if perhaps she had sought sanctuary somewhere familiar, he rushed into the narrow opening. He saw the glowing green eyes and all his inhibitions were lost. He walked right to the creature. He hardly registered what was happening as he was thrown against the wall roughly. The glowing green eyes were narrowed, and quickly saw that this was not Leah. How? “I killed all of you!” Cillian sputtered through the icy hand of death around his throat. The vampire’s eyes never left his face. They burned into Cillian like green fire, seemingly debating the next move, the fatal move that would be bestowed upon him. Cillian was a whirlwind inside his own head. He started to feel the same anger creep into his chest. He hadn’t felt it since his last encounter with Leah in his office, where she rendered him helpless under her power. He started to hear the panicked voices of his family, the feelings of uncertainty, fear and anger were clouding him like a deadly gas. He was becoming infected again. The adrenaline was flowing, and the feelings of invincibility and hatred were beginning to well within him. He remained calm, waiting for it to collect, waiting for the moment. ‘I’ll kill you like I killed your entire Bloodline.’ Cillian thought ruthlessly. He pushed the uneasiness at missing one of those he sought revenge upon further away from his mind as seconds of tense silence passed. The vampire was slowly crushing him, he strained for air. Figures were penetrating his periphery… he saw them gather. He saw the fear in his mother’s eyes, and his father, rushing toward the vampire. From his hiding spot he saw his parents writhing on the floor. He saw the vampire advance upon his sister, his ruthless green eyes glowing in the semi-darkness of the kitchen, incisors stained with blood and glistening in the light of the moon. The vampire’s breath was cool on his neck but Cillian was no longer in that alley, he was home. The vampire yanked his sister up by the neck, she was squirming. He fought the urge to shut his eyes. She was whimpering and the vampire ripped hr shirt, exposing her neck more easily. She screamed. Cillian snapped. Cillian sat upon the rickety black metal ladder of the fire escape. He was still in the alley. He heard the water dripping around him, and was dazzled by the yellow glow of the streetlamp bearing the first and ten street signs. Sweat was running down the side of his white face. He was breathing heavily, as if he had just won the 400 meter dash; it dominated his hearing, ‘In and out… in and out… in and out…’ echoed inside his head. He vaguely caught snatches of what was going on around him, but could hear nothing but his breathing. ‘In and out…’ Two figures huddled around a heap lying in the alleyway three pairs of cat-like eyes glowed out of the darkness, two green, one blue… two green. He looked down at his hands and saw they were covered in sticky black blood. They were slightly cold. ‘Vampires must be cold-blooded…’ he thought bemusedly to himself, almost smirking at his pun. Fog passed by the opening of the alley, barely visible in the light that flooded into it… Cillian wondered what time it was. It had to be late. A gentle throbbing brought his hand to his throat. The skin was tender and bruised, and he felt the warm moistness of blood on the back of his head, matting his hair to his scalp where the impact of the brick against his skull had been. That vampire had taken him by surprise. He had taken them all by surprise tonight. How had he gotten into their house, and turned their kitchen into slaughter chambers? They had done nothing to him, after all. Why his family? Cillian smiled to himself in the darkness, ignoring the muttering and groaning to his left. It was alright. He had saved his sister tonight.
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Post by §ilvercell on Aug 10, 2005 18:10:21 GMT -5
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Post by azina on Aug 10, 2005 19:31:49 GMT -5
WOW ... I was not expecting this.
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Post by belle on Aug 11, 2005 17:25:07 GMT -5
Cillian stared at the wall opposite his bed. He lay, almost sprawled across it, trying to catch his breath. He had forgotten how he had arrived there, and then he saw her. Leah sat on the bed next to him, her pale skin aglow in the ebbing night and her upper arm wrapped in a white bandage. She looked sick, as sick as a slim, pale vampire could look. Her eyes were more gaunt than usual, but the glow was bright again. He felt relief wash over him having her there. He sat up very aware she must have been watching him for some time. The sky was lightening up considerably. Cillian wondered vaguely how he was going to get to work today and then he felt the pain from his wounds last night. His neck was sore and his face was swollen from all the cuts and bruises he sustained fighting Dayna. His was stomach writhing thinking about what had happened next, it still remained fuzzy to him. “What happened?” Cillian asked her. She brought those green eyes to his face and he realized how sad they looked. “Guillaume brought Justin back to the forest, and I brought you here.” “Who’s Justin?” “Do you remember the first night we, we met?” Leah asked, turning her entire body to better face him. “He was a young human in the alley. He had been in there before Guillaume and I had walked in. He remained hidden and witnessed our entire meeting. Afterward when we found him, he came back to the forest where we dwell.” Her voice was laced with pain. “But… did you?” Cillian began incredulously. “I had not fed for three days and then sustained a UV bullet. The radiation was spreading and the only way to push it out of my system was to feed.” She looked at the floor. Cillian knew that of she had blood in her she would have been blushing furiously. “You, you turned him into a vampire?” “Yes.” Leah said simply, still avoiding his eyes. Cillian slumped back onto his pillows. “I thought he was you, I mean, what else would I have thought because…” “Because you wiped out every other member of my Bloodline… I understand Cillian.” Leah said gently. It was remarkable she could contain so much patience, for he was sure he would have leapt upon her intending death if their roles had switched. “Is he… did I…?” Cillian stuttered, wondering if his familiar anger that had taken hold caused him to something he would regret “Almost… he is recuperating away from the city, with Guillaume. Gui saved me, he can save Justin I am sure.” “Are you alright? How’s your arm?” “I am fine now. I was already weak. I shouldn’t have gone so long without, without nourishment.” She looked down. “I trust you held your own with Dayna?” “Yeah, she’s being treated now. She was driven to violence by grief and traumatic loss.” Cillian stated almost matter-of-factly. Leah almost smirked. “It must be an Agent thing then.” Cillian realized the similarities between his actions and Dayna’s with somewhat of a jolt. He looked down at his pale hands, wiped of the black blood that had been Justin’s. She was right. Why was she always right? “Yeah.” He added lamely. There was an awkward silence. “You relived it didn’t you?” Leah stated monotonously. “You saw it in front of your eyes. Suddenly you were pulled out of this reality and into the past where you had to witness the deaths of your family all over again. Every detail was exact, sights, smells, sounds and touch. It was that very night all over again and felt it unfolding all around you, like a dream, a vivid memory.” Cillian was stunned. “Yes… but, how did you know?” Leah laid her sorrowful eyes upon him again, and Cillian marveled at the sheer art that was her being. The symmetry, the creativity… the strength that composed her frail looking body into the true and capable machine that she was. The white rose surfaced in his subconscious once again. He saw a tear blinking out of her glowing eye and was reminding of a drop of dew on the silky petal. “Because I saw the same thing.”
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Post by §ilvercell on Aug 11, 2005 17:38:16 GMT -5
you are such a great writer!
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Post by belle on Aug 11, 2005 17:49:48 GMT -5
THANKS! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
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Post by Dayna on Aug 11, 2005 19:27:57 GMT -5
so cool!! Love your writing belle! Keep it up
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Post by azina on Aug 11, 2005 23:30:12 GMT -5
Amazing, beautiful chapter. I love the scenes you write with Cillian and Leah together.
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Post by belle on Aug 14, 2005 10:16:02 GMT -5
Guillaume sat next to Justin, the forest around them a symphony of sound. The whistling of the breeze through the deciduous trees, the crickets, the birds rustling in their nests, the crunching of dead leaves underfoot of the predators that stalked the night all came together in a glorious music that few stopped to listen to. Justin’s breathing was shallow. He couldn’t believe what kind of damage had been done to him by a human. Then he saw that it was the same one that had sent Leah into a bad way. It was Cillian. Guillaume scowled into the darkness. This was ridiculous. There was nothing special about him, nothing amazing, and yet he seemed to throw his best friend into some kind of trance. He was an enemy. Guillaume followed him many times when scouting information about attacks. True, Dayna and Ewan, his other co-agents were much easier to detect information from, but Cillian revealed some token information in his day. The man had nothing going for him but his anger and a thirst for vengeance. He remembered when Cillian threatened Leah’s life in the alley. Instant dislike on Guillaume’s part, for anyone that threatens the life of his best friend threatens his life as well, for Guillaume could not imagine living without her. Then he finds her in his home, her arm almost torn off, and UV radiation spreading through her, and what was he supposed to think? Guillaume wished that Justin wasn’t such a new vampire, for he would have been able to rip Cillian’s miserable face off. This human had almost taken Leah’s life, and now he was watching his other companion suffering on the forest floor next to him, because of Cillian’s out of control and wrongly directed rage. Leah had shown him the truth hadn’t she? If he was really so smitten with her, then why did he almost kill Justin? Guillaume’s mind was reeling. He drew he’s knees close to his chest and lay his head down upon them, wanting to stop thinking. He wished none of this had ever happened. He wished that this Cillian agent would have never infected Leah the way he did. He wished that they were still partners, stopping the attacks, the assassinations, spreading their truth of peaceful coexistence to both humans and vampires. He wanted his friend back. He wanted Leah back. Next to him, Justin started to shake. Black blood continued to leak from his wounds despite Guillaume wiping it away. Justin’s eyes were clouding much like Leah’s did when she was on the brink of death. He wished she were here right now. He was sure she’d know what to do. “Justin,” Guillaume bent over his new companion, “Justin, are you alright?” Justin’s eyes were wide and he was sputtering. The shaking was starting to turn into convulsions that were becoming increasingly violent. The symphony around them seemed to stop. Panic invaded Guillaume for he had no idea what to do. He wished once again, he was not alone with Justin in this clearing. His mind flew through faces, vampires that could help him. Beyond the few acquaintances and Leah, he could think of no one that could help him. Guillaume put a hand on Justin’s chest to steady him and wished it would stop. He could not see another one of his friends so close to death so soon. “Come on, Justin, stop; please stop. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do!” In spite of himself, Guillaume felt tears forming in his eyes. The sadness and helplessness was slowly being replaced with anger. His glowing blue eyes narrowed. ‘Why isn’t Leah here with me? I am ALWAYS there for her! That night in the alley I was the one that saved her face from being cut up with a silver knife! If I hadn’t have showed up then she would have been murdered by some psycho maniac human that didn’t even know what he was doing! Where is she now? Oh, she’s with that same psycho human, for who knows what kind of reasons, instead of being here with me when one of my friends is going to die!’ Justin’s mouth emitted small rivers of black blood that fell down his face, contrasting strongly with the deadly white flesh. ‘Why aren’t you here for me when I’m always there for you, Leah?! What does that human have that I don’t? Why does he deserve your undivided attention? Why, Leah?’ Guillaume felt his eyes watering. The helplessness was steadily approaching the corners of his mind again. He had never felt so alone. Justin sputtered again and a spidery hand flew up and gripped Guillaume’s with a deadly grip. Guillaume stared down in horror as Justin’s face turned to him. “Justin, hold on, don’t let go of my hand.” Justin nodded jerkily. “I’m going to find help for you… we’ll both go and get help.” Guillaume was amazed at how steady his voice sounded when he was feeling anything but calm. Justin coughed, and Guillaume dodged black blood. “I’ll be…okay.” He choked out every word as if it was his last. “I have…” Guillaume bent closer. “What is it you have Justin?” he marveled at what kept Justin alive for so long, what was driving him? Justin’s cloudy green eyes fluttered. He seemed to sigh, though it sounded riddled with pain. “…Purpose.” Guillaume pulled back, a sudden inspiration striking him at this pronouncement. He knew someone who could help him. He would bring him to someone that gave him his purpose, his purpose to share the truth, to strive for peace; someone that worked so closely with vampires, and would know how to save one because she knew how to kill them. “Come on Justin, we’re going to see my mother.”
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Post by azina on Aug 14, 2005 16:49:21 GMT -5
Aww, poor Guillaume. I feel so bad for Justin too and you know the only thing to heal him is human blood. And I am wondering too - does Guillaume love Leah more than a brother? He seems very jealous of Cillian. I really want to see what happens next. This is wonderful, please continue.
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Post by belle on Aug 15, 2005 14:47:17 GMT -5
Guillaume and leah are not brother and sister in the story, just best friends... only brother and sister in real life.
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Post by azina on Aug 15, 2005 17:26:24 GMT -5
I meant to ask is Is his love more than platonic? I didn't think they were siblings.
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