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Post by Leafshadow on Apr 25, 2010 19:29:26 GMT -5
(Time skip--The next morning. FP)
I only felt a little bit of remorse as I wiped his blood onto my black pants. Surprisingly enough, though, my wardrobe today consisted of dark colors, including navy blues, foresty greens, and black. I'd forgotten how usefull colors like these could be when you wanted to remain unseen, just a blur in the background. And that was exactly what I was shooting for this past night. I didn't want anyone to notice me; that would be completely stupid. If I wanted this plan to succeed, I needed to become invisible, so that even if anyone saw me, they wouldn't go out of their way and notice me. They'd probably just assume that I knew what I was doing, and that I was just searching for something...something that they didn't care about. But I did care. Roaming the outskirts of town, searching for someone that matched Cillain's guidelines proved to be more difficult than I thought it would be. I spent at least an hour scrounging the streets, looking for a person that was homeless, raggedy, a drug addict, disfigured, or even a combination. It couldn't be anyone that looked as if they had a future, or anyone that seemed important. Cillian was specific on his instructions--they had to be nobody. They had to be someone that society tended to ignore, or someone society tended to shun.Someone that no one would notice was missing at first. Someone completely invisible. I don't even know how many nooks and crannies I looked through, everything from public bathrooms to dumpsters to cardboard boxes. I was just about to call it a night and just grab some stray passer-by when I saw him curled up on a park bench. His clothes were torn and coated in grime. He smelled like he hadn't taken a shower in weeks, and his face was covered with a coarse beard. To top it off, I was sure I caught a glimpse of a needle sticking out of his pocket. He was the one; I was sure of it. A twinge of regret shivered up my spine, though. Wasn't I supposed to be better than this? But before I could mentally talk myself out of it, I needed to hurry up and kill the guy. I sincerely hoped that he wouldn't see it coming. I reached down and tapped his shoulder, prodding him awake He binked open his eyes, confused. "Hey," I said. "Do you need a place to stay? I know somewhere where people like you and me can crash." He blinked a couple times skeptically while pushing himself up into a sitting position. "I don't need no pace to go." He said. "I've got all I need right here." He tapped on the plastic, flimsy bench with one of his hands. "They have a shower." I pleaded with him. Who could resist a nice shower? Finally, his guard dropped. "Just hurry up and take me there." He said. "And there better not be any cops prowling around." "Oh, there aren't." I said, a little amused inside. I sure hoped that there wasn't going to be any police around in the early hours of the morning. "Just follow me." I lead him just past the outskirts of town, easily past Zara's border. The homeless man was confused, but I reassured him the entire way. "It has to be just far enough away that the cops don't know it's there." or "This is a pretty good spot to hide now, isn't it?" I tried to keep him away from any local trails or sighs, just so that he sincerely thought that there was some sort of shelter hidden out here. It's not like I could have killed him in the park and dragged him through the streets. The very thought of it made me shudder. Finally, though, the man stopped. We weren't even a mile out of town before he started complaining. "Hey, man. Are you sure there's really a place out here?" He said, still a little sleepy. And that was when I killed him. I felt a little bad inside as I pulled him to the side of a trail, one that hikers and bikers traveled on every day. I felt a little bit of remorse as I scratched his body in an animal-like way, and rubbed every bit of werewolf scent I could find on him. I just kept telling myself that we needed to do this, and that we needed to keep the weres occupied. And just as the sun was beginning to rise, I pulled out my cellphone and called Cillian. "It's done." I said, breaking into a run along the trail.
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Post by Echostar on Jun 20, 2010 15:07:53 GMT -5
My cellphone startled me as it suddenly vibrated on my nightstand. I rolled over and snatched it off the wood, absently remembering that I couldn't remember the last time I had used it. The fire in my fireplace was dying down and I had been laying on my bed on my back, staring at the ceiling, trying like hell to clear my head. But with everything that's been going and everything that was at stake, of course trying to clear my head was futile. I sighed as the phone continued to vibrate in my hand; most likely it was Lucan. I closed my eyes and gripped it harder. This was it. There was no going back. Once my plan was set into motion, we had to keep moving forward. There could be no hesitation from now on. No thinking, and no regrets. I inhaled sharply as I flipped open the phone and held it to my ear. "It's done," came Lucan's voice, drenched in nervousness and a hint of sadness. He was regretting killing the man we were using as bait. It's not like I could blame him. As vampires we try our best to not be monsters and to not seem like monsters. Even though this man was invisible, unwanted, and no one would ever notice him gone, killing him was certainly not a fun experience, especially for Lucan. Lucan never seemed to settle with becoming a vampire and he hates with all the heart he has left to kill senselessly. "Good," I nearly whispered. "Now we just have to make sure that the police find him."
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Post by Leafshadow on Jun 22, 2010 0:28:58 GMT -5
I rubbed my palm against my forehead, all of the sudden realizing that I had blood on my clothes--the street guy's blood. Dang it, I was going to have to burn these clothes later. "Yeah," I said, frowning slightly, then rubbing behind my neck with my free hand. "I'm on that hiker trail. You know, the one just outside the city. I know people go by here. I'll just leave it here." I said, quietly, looking behind my shoulder as the first few rays of sun poked through the trees. Within an hour, joggers could start to show up, and I didn't want to be caught walking around with a body slung on my shoulder. While waiting for Cillian's response, which probably wouldn't be anything too earth-shattering, I quickly dropped the body down next to the trail with a dull thud. I pushed it with my foot,stomach slightly turning at the sight, underneath a scruffy bush. As I reached down to grab his hand and flopped it down onto the path, I tried to close off my breathing altogether. The fresh blood...the cuts...it was beginning to get overwhelming.
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Post by Echostar on Jun 22, 2010 15:51:20 GMT -5
On the other side of the phone I heard the thud of the body hitting the ground. Then came Lucan's breath, a sharp inhale. shit. He'd been around the body too long and I can't remember the last time Lucan had fed. "Lucan!" I snapped, hearing my fangs chink together as I closed my mouth. "Lucan this is no time to get distracted. Run away before you lose it! NOW!" Even I could hear the panic in my voice and I'm not entirely sure how loud I had yelled. I paused for a moment and realized I had jumped to my feet. I stepped forward, my foot hitting the balconey door. Instinctively I had sought out the closest exit, and I smiled for a second. Being blind may have major disadvantages, but I couldn't help but be proud that my body had overcome some of them. My muscles tensed and I quickly frowned, remembering why I had moved in the first place. This was no time to mess thigngs up. If Lucan didn't think he could handle himself, I'd run like hell to stop him. There could be no evidence of vampires on that body.
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Post by Leafshadow on Jun 28, 2010 18:56:25 GMT -5
damnit, this was way harder than I thought it would be. I sucked in a quick breath, part of me knowing that as each moment passed by, I was beginning to lose any of my humanity I'd managed to salvage over these long, painful years. The predatory instincts all came rushing back, making me reminiscent the days where I could kill without a second thought; I did without even blinking. The memories, the instincts were slipping back through the cracks. Slowly, I managed to close my eyes. As if it would help. Cillian's voice began to register; his scream pounding through my eardrums. Before I even realized it, the phone had slipped from my hands and tumbled down the side of the rocky path to who knows where. One thought dominated the rest. Run. Run. Run. But how could I? I was completely intoxicated by the body I'd just killed..its blood was calling to me, I swear. It was right there...just sitting and open for taking. It was driving me insane, and all I could do about it was just stand there, in shock. The urge to drink that body dry was so strong; I didn't remember the last time I'd fed. My muscles tensed up, my hands clenched up into tight fists. Reluctantly, I took a few steps away from the corpse-- reluctant being a complete understatement. I didn't even bother to open my bloodthirsty eyes, knowing all too well that I could get by on sound alone. Besides, my mind's eye had already nearly perfectly replicated the scene behind me--so well that I wished I could be truly blind, deaf, or even unable to smell, for just that moment.
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Post by Echostar on Jun 29, 2010 15:01:43 GMT -5
Another sickening sound had come from the phone; it was a thud, then, scratching and scraping. The last sounds didn't seem to come from a feeding vampire, so I figured something had happened to the phone itself. Either Lucan had crushed it in his hands or dropped it. I could still hear noises in the background, sounds from the forest I suppose, so I was going with dropped. I didn't know what Lucan was doing at the moment, but it could be a number of things. He could've run, but I doubted that. Blood affected different vampires in different ways and some were better at controlling themselves than other. One thing I know for sure, no vampire, no matter what he says, can control the fact that the smell of blood, human blood especially, clicks the predator inside them on. Sometimes, the predator is easily shut off again, sometimes not. Sometimes, you have to fight the predator, which very quickly becomes a dangerous situation. And I wasn't going to stand around and do nothing. I snapped my phone shut and set it back on my nightstand. I grabbed my coat from my chair by the fireplace and slowly opened my balconey door. I hoped no one had heard me. The last thing I needed was to try and explain all this to someone; I didn't know how much time I had before Lucan might do something regrettable. With a flick of my wrist I closed the balconey door once I was outside. I hope no one heared that either. A cold night breeze blew past, carrying nothing particularly interesting or helpful. But Lucan had said he was out by the old joggers' trail, right? I stepped up on the balconey ledge and launched myself into the night. My feet hit the ground with barely a sound and I set off running into the forest. I may be blind, but for some reason it was so much easier to manuver around the forest. I took a deep breath and sighed as I rushed through the trees. I hope Lucan can hold himself until I get there...
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Post by Leafshadow on Jun 30, 2010 20:24:26 GMT -5
(Should I wait until someone else pops in?)
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Post by Echostar on Jul 1, 2010 7:49:46 GMT -5
((Maybe we should. There's not much else we can do until someone else joins the plot. I'll contact Saberstar and tell her to post.))
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Post by Saberstar on Jul 3, 2010 12:15:57 GMT -5
((Sorry guys, been busy ^-^))
I gasped as he suddenly sped past me, feeling the wind carry the bottom of my dress with him. I was out by the statue again, mystified by this woman. Someone was in trouble so I paid my respects then swiftly followed him. It was strange. He had an aura of anxiety surrounding his being, his sightless eyes staring ahead. I tried to think of the people that were here...and those who were absent. "Cillian...where is Lucan...." I asked, noting how he left earlier than usual from the Coven. The trees creeked wearly under my weight before I launched myself to the forest floor, running with him now on foot. There was an evident stench of blood in the air. No. "Cillian!" I asked, more urgently this time.
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Post by Leafshadow on Jul 3, 2010 14:23:14 GMT -5
My mixed thoughts began to clear as the stench of blood drifted away from me, thanks to mt not-breathing and a little morning breeze. Thankfully it was carrying it away, and not towards. Wait a second...winds carried scents, right?. Not only was the body right there, but I was standing there. If the wind kept blowing that direction, it would carry my vampire scent right to the wolves! Crap. They'd smell it all over and know it was me, that I had framed them. Why hadn't I thought of this before? Crap again. Without a second thought, I scaled the nearest tree as high up as I could safely go. I didn't want to break any branches. Looking left, then right, I scanned the area for any of those wolves. None in the area, thankfully. Exhaling softly, I looked back towards my home, just to see two blurs headed right towards me. No doubt it was Cillian, coming over to save the day yet again. I had had enough of it. All this time, I'd been sitting around and worrying, worrying, worrying. What happened to the fearless me? What ever happened to the me that had steadily worked my way up to vampire King? Not even I was sure, but from now on I wasn't going to be that weak me. No, I wasn't going to let my coven come and rescue me. Inhaling once again, I nimbly lept to another treetop, slightly scared as the tree wobbled beneath me. I climbed down a little lower, to some thicker branches before trying again. Mentally, I thanked Christabella. If it wasn't for her forcing me to watch all of those episodes of that insanely goofy anime ninja show a few years ago, I probably would not have thought of using trees to travel.
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Post by Saberstar on Jul 3, 2010 14:31:58 GMT -5
((Hahahahaha XD Oh naruto, thank you ninja skillz))
I looked forward, seeing the blur of a vampire in the treetops. His long black hair was fluttering elegantly beside him. His coordination was off, but he wasn't falling. "Why is Lucan out here?" I asked into the silence since Cillian was again being his mysterious silent self.I would never forget what he did for me, but sometimes he frustrated the hell out of me. I knew I couldn't yell, it would draw attention, but something must have happened if Cillian was trying to get to him this quick.
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Post by Leafshadow on Jul 3, 2010 18:18:59 GMT -5
((I couldn't resist. The idea of vampires watching anime was too funny XD )) As I glanced down through the cobwebs of branches, I couldn't help but feel a little bit of dread. Geirsha was just...staring..at me like I was some sort of idiot who could not handle himself. I could see it in her eyes; she was probably convinced I had gone off the deep end. Well, at least Cillian would not see me way up here. It was not like that would hold him back for long. I knew Cillian long enough to know that he had...certain ways of finding things out. Heck, he could probably hear me thinking this right now. I tried to force my chattering mind to go silent... If he couldn't hear me, he couldn't find me. Except for that Geirsha had two perfectly good eyes. Once I realized that, I dropped even lower into the trees, about halfway down. Now it would be even harder to see me. No, they could not find me here. I did not need to be saved anymore. I was certain that I would be in for an earful later today, but for now, I was headed over to Taevi's castle. Not to talk, of course, since she had refused to even talk to my coven. No, now it was time to get some evidence. The weres needed to think that it was Taevi doing this, not me. We needed her in on this war.
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Post by Echostar on Jul 4, 2010 11:30:10 GMT -5
I came to a sudden stop, all my senses, the ones that worked, testing my environment. A morning breeze had picked up and the scent of the body was being carried away, farther into the forest and farther into wolf territory. My mind raced as I tried to piece together what was happening. Geirsha had followed me and asked me something a while back I believe. Lucan had run away form the body but I couldn't tell where he was now. But from the direction his scent had come from, I suspected he wasn't going back to the castle. My head ached from all this thinkning, planning, worrying, and everything else. I wished my eyes worked. That way I wouldn't have to use my brain as much to decipher what the hell was going on. But vampires aren't worthy of miracles. I turned to leave before I remembered Geirsha was here with me. "Sorry, Love," I apologized. "What was it you wanted?"
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Post by Saberstar on Jul 4, 2010 18:45:24 GMT -5
"It's Nothing..." I responded, a bit sourly, trying to find where the hell Lucan went. Two seconds ago he was in the treetops and now, he is nowhere to be seen. I sighed, still tired from the previous days of trying to aid the healing Queen. "Should we try and find him?" I asked now, looking into sightless eyes.
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Post by Echostar on Jul 7, 2010 19:47:40 GMT -5
I ran my fingers through my hair and took a deep breath. I wasn't sure of a lot of things at this point but what I did know was that if Lucan had wanted to be followed he would've either told us or he would've left a distinct trail we could pick up. "No," I answered, dropping my hand to my side. "I get the feeling Lucan wants to do whatever it is he's doing alone." My ears began picking up all the noises of the forest and I tried to tune my body in to pick everything up. Sorting through the sounds and vibrations, I became tense. I couldn't figure out at first what it was that made me nervous so I strained my sense further. Then I figured it out. We were standing out in the open. And we were on wolf territory. "We should go," I mumbled under my breath, taking a few steps forward. "We aren't exactly in the safest place to be at night."
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