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#Post#: 361511--------------------------------------------------
New York
By: Samantha Date: January 22, 2014, 7:13 pm
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Ace narrowed her eyes at the ugly wallpaper that decorated the
motel room. Pink flowers decorated a green vine that slithered
up a green background that was a few shades darker; the pattern
covered the whole room in panels. She’d been staring at it the
whole night, and by now the pattern was branded in her mind.
With a deep breath, she wrinkled her nose and looked down at
Dmitry’s slumbering form from atop her bed. He’d fallen off his
bed in the middle of the night, sometime around two in the
morning – Ace would know, she didn’t sleep that night. Her night
was filled with the sound of his fidgeting and his light snores,
and the ever so ominous ticking of the clock. She swore it was
speaking to her.
Don’t – mess – up. Don’t – mess – up.
The ticking taunted her by chanting the mantra. She sat there
for listening to its words, repeating them in her head as she
stared at the wall. After an hour she could no longer bear
hearing the noise, so she ripped the clock from the wall and
threw it outside, getting back into her bed in hopes of
sleeping, but instead found herself staring blankly at Dmitry,
watching his chest rise and fall. It was so peaceful; how could
he be so peaceful at a time like this? So much was resting on
their shoulders. If they screwed up there would be hell on
earth. After another hour she felt creepy, so she sat up in her
bed and stared at the wall, going over every little detail of
their plan until it was as branded in her mind as the image of
the ugly wall paper. That was when Dmitry fell off of his bed,
which roused a chuckle from the vampire.
Idiot.
Around three in the morning she got up and took a shower. She
emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of fog at four in the
morning, got dressed, and sat back down in her bed and stared at
the wall again.
--
She wondered how long it had been since she last blinked;
judging by how bad her eyes stung when she did blink told her it
was a long time. Brown eyes glanced at the electric, non-ticking
clock on the bedside table.
4:35 a.m.
Yup. That was early enough. Dmitry and she stayed up late the
previous night going over details. Attack during the day time
because that was when vampires were the weakest, kick ass, save
the world – in less intricate terms. Spelling the whole thing
out made the task seem daunting, which was something neither of
them needed.
Ace glanced at the clock again. A minute passed. She decided
they needed to go over the plan one last time; she didn’t need
Dmitry screwing it up.
Once on her feet, Ace twined her hands together and stretched
them up above her head, cracking her back which was beginning to
hurt from her sitting position. She slinked her way over to the
slumbering lycan and kneeled down to his level. As much as she
hated to admit it, he was kind of adorable sleeping: his face
was smooth and calm, giving no sign of the tempest going on
inside his head; his hair, while it was normally messy, was even
more disheveled from his sleep; the blanket was wrapped tightly
around his body from all of his thrashing, and light snores
spilled from his lips.
In a single moment of weakness, Ace allowed her lips to curve up
in a smile. She would never admit to anyone that she had a soft
spot for him, that she looked up to him and admired him. But the
fact of the matter was that she did, and if anyone found out,
she’d kill them.
Slowly, she reached her hand out to him, fingertips twitching
slightly as they came closer to his face…
Then she grabbed his beard and pulled on it.
Hard.
“Good morning, sunshine!”
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Re: New York
By: Demonreach Date: January 23, 2014, 1:48 am
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4:37 a.m.
A soft breath, like a death rattle in the back of a dying
persons throat, broke the soft silence of the encroaching dawn.
A sigh as if the exhaler was weary of something; perhaps of this
same routine of day and night, a constant battle as if the world
couldn't decide what it wanted.
Life or death.
Light or darkness.
A battle ever waged since the dawn of man.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
The faint sound of liquid falling, hitting the bare floor of
some building; a house perhaps, though in truth it was more of
an apartment than anything. Single bedroom; one bathroom; small
kitchenette; a modest-sized living room. Balcony floor too. Not
too high end, but modest enough for a single person. Maybe a
couple. It had been silent, save for the sigh that had just
fallen on dead ears. Not enough a shadow stirred as if in fear
of what was laying in its depths. Indeed, perhaps that was just
the case, as glacial blue eyes stared from the shadows; a faint
twinkling of scarlet catching the failing moonlight.
A soft moan, almost too faint to hear, escaped from the depths
of the shadow; a faint scuffing sound, like that of bare feet
hitting wooden floors. A true enough comparison, no doubt, as
the falling moon shed light upon a man holding a woman. Her eyes
were half-closed as if in the throes of passion, though one
could see a tear falling from her cheek to hit the floor where a
small pool of blood had gathered; blood that dripped from her
fingers and trickled down her bare leg. Her night-gown was
stained with the red liquid, soaking the virgin cloth. Her body
jerked and twitched every few seconds as the man, nay, as the
vampire drained her of her lifeblood. In truth, the moan had
probably been one of pain than one of pleasure.
He had been taking his time with her, violating her as her blood
filled his dead veins to bring him some momentary gleam of life.
The vampire bit harder, deeper, sucking at the woman's puncture
wounds --slowly tearing her throat out. He moaned with her, the
blood bubbling slightly.
The vampire was rather young-looking, barely in his twenties
with piercing blue eyes and blond-hair of medium length kept
slicked back, which helped show off the sharp, angular features;
giving him a face that some would call handsome. A redcap hung
on his head, keeping the hair in check lest it stray away from
the carefully combed path's that the vampire seemed to take
great lengths in maintaining. His clothing was rather simple and
outdated, as if he had just walked out of a Victorian-era
painting: red vest pulled over a plain-white shirt with
long-sleeves --said sleeves rolled up to the elbow-- and blue
faded jeans. Long-slender fingers held a breast while the other
toyed with her sex.
Soon, sooner than he had hoped, she twitched a last time and
exhaled her last breath. His teeth left her throat with sucking
sound and he picked her up, stepping over the puddle of blood
and whisked the dead body to the bathroom where he would strip
her down and wash the blood off of her, leaving no trace but the
puncture wounds on the left side of her throat. When she was
clean, he would pick her up once again and lay her on the bed
after he dried her off, dressing her some casual-looking clothes
he had picked out beforehand.
He went back to the bathroom and picked up the bloody gown and a
few towels to mop up the blood puddle in the living room.
4:58 a.m.
He pulled the front of his hat down, opened the window to the
balcony. Jumping onto the metal-railing, he stuffed his pale
hands into his pockets and took a step off, falling to the
ground with a faint whisking of clothing as gravity took effect.
Making sure none had seen his descent or departure, he made his
way down towards the main road; long legs carrying him quickly
towards his own house within the neighborhood next to the
apartment complex he had just visited. A few people were up and
about, he offered a faint head nod or a wave to those who had
time to do the same, and went on his way unhurriedly despite the
fact the rising sun was at his back, slowly creeping up to claim
his undead life. He enjoyed this little game with the greater
light, teasing it with the possibility of taking a life.
It was about 5:13 in the morning when he got to his home, where
a middle-aged man greeted him and offered him entrance into his
home. Not that the vampire needed it, but the elderly man was
rather forgetful at times. The creature of the night offered his
thanks, hung his hat on the coat rack, and slowly made his way
to his room which was bare of anything but a window without
curtains, where the rising sun peeked its golden-head up.
There was a metal ring in the middle of the floor and, upon
pulling on it, led to a basement; the cool, earthy smell
assailed his nostrils, which flared in response. The wooden
steps creaked as he walked down them into total darkness as he
closed the wooden door. Within a few seconds, his eyes adjusted
to the encasing darkness; a familiar darkness, a friendly
darkness, a cloak of security, of another day lived in defiance
of all things natural.
There wasn't much in his lair, just as bare as his other room,
though there was a rather plain bed resting against a wall and
an analog clock that ticked away the seconds of the new day.
Rafferty laid himself down on the twin-bed and closed his eyes.
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Re: New York
By: NickTheurich Date: January 23, 2014, 11:29 am
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"Ah, what a wonderful time to be alive!" Dmitry proclaimed in an
exuberant tone while a smile occupied his lips. He was running
through dense urban jungle, hands before feet, down on all
fours, and hair whisking through his fur. He was in his full
lycan glory, the largest of them all and arguably the
strongest.. But something was different this time; the beast was
not trying to take over. His instincts were at the peak of their
ability, he was obviously in lycan form, but that primal.. angry
cloud that veiled his mind was no longer there. He thought
clearly, one subject at a time as each presented itself. This
was all new, but he did not give it a second thought. Behind the
beast followed 4 other lycans, smaller in size, and following
Dmitry's path; not in chase, but in full allegiance to a strong
leader. Dmirty had a pack. Years of torment, years of being
exiled from any bit of family he had left.. And he finally had a
pack. One that fully respected him, and would give themselves in
protection of the Alpha.
Powerful, long legs kicked off of the building terrace and
propelled the beast to the streets where he landed gracefully...
for a lycan. Which, in truth meant a little displaced
gravel/black top. Seconds after landing he took a small leap
forward, and transmorphed smoothly back into his human state.
Quickly, painlessly, effortlessly. The man had full control over
every bit of his power finally, no longer was he tormented by
voices in his head. Screams. Taunts. Groans of dismay, and the
constant reminder of rejection. He didn't have to fight his own
kind anymore, he didn't have to strive for acceptance.. The
voices in his head were at ease. Dmitry was at peace, and so too
was the war. Humans lived along side vampires, lycans didn't
have to hide in fear of their life, feral kin no longer existed.
All were accepted and all were at peace. This was the only
constant reminder his mind could be 'bothered' with. That.. And
one more thing.
A short walk from where he landed was a building, small, humble,
yet homey. Just seeing it made him even warmer at heart. The few
lycan that had been following him had just landed, catching up
to their leader and pressing their fingers to the communication
devices in their ears, speaking back and forth. Relaying
information to the rest of the pack on the whereabouts of the
man they were protecting so to speak. Even in times of peace,
people of power need protection. And pack, always needs an
alpha. With a wave of a hand he notified the team to stay
outside. The smell of fresh cookies entered his acute sense of
smell. The smile only broadened across his face. "Don't worry,
boys. I will bring back some snacks." He spoke over his
shoulder, suave and collected. A vastly different change of pace
from his old habits of stuttering, twitching, and smart-ass
tone.
After entering the house he tip toed forward, turned, and gently
closed the door then quietly snuck towards the kitchen. Upon
entering said kitchen, his emerald green eyes locked on a woman
standing with he back turned towards him. She seemed to have
just recently taken the cookies out of the oven and began
scooping and placing them onto the cooling rack. He continued to
creep forward, quiet as a church mouse, and began to reach out a
hand..nearing in on the target. "Mooom! Are they done
yeeeeettttt?" A small voice called from one of the back rooms.
The woman looked up, but not back as she answered the child.
"Yes, darling, but you have to let them cool off first." she
responded sweetly. Excited foot steps started the patter on the
hard wood floors, obviously the child had no intentions of
waiting. This was it. This was his only chance. Dmitry leaped
forward and grabbed onto the woman who screamed bloody murder
for a mere second before he had placed gentle, soothing lips on
the base of her neck. "Jesus CHRIST, Dmitry! You almost gave me
a fucking heart attack!" She exclaimed sternly, but began to
laugh and lean back into the man. He too began laughing, now
placing a kiss on her cheek. "I'm sorry my love. You are just
such an easy target these days." He explained teasingly, and
lovingly all wrapped up into one tone.
"Dadddyyyy!!!!" A child's voice rang in glee as the steps
progressed into a pattern of running. Turning around, ready to
embrace his child, he knelt down to his level. The young boy
leaped into his father's arms, grasping the 'beast' as tightly
as possible. Dmitry fell back and began laughing. "My oh my you
are getting stronger by the day! Enough to take your old man out
at least!" He spoke proudly to his son. Obviously he could take
the tackle with ease, but he was more focused on promoting the
confidence, and installing the love and care, that he himself
was never able to have, into the young Hybrid. Yes. A hybrid.
"Now, now you two! Go rough house outside!" the mother figure
spoke, while handing them both a freshly baked cookie. Both of
them taking it gratefully, he patted the child's back gently
"What do you say, Rivendare?" he asked the boy. "Thank you,
mommy!" The child spoke in an equally as happy tone as he did
when he had learned his father was home. To be compared to that
of a cookie in this boy's eyes was the best correlation the
proud father could ever hope to attain.
Looking up to the mother and standing with the child wrapped in
one arm, he leaned in and kissed his wife on the lips then
chimed in. "Thank you, sweety." There was something wrong with
this picture, something that he had never picked up on, nor gave
it a second thought. The mother, you see, was Ace. The one
vampire he had entirely loathed for most of his life for her
condescending, and constant retaliation in remarks. But he
supposed that's what made him eventually so fond of her. She
stuck it through with him and kept up with the torrent that was
constantly plaguing his mind. She never once slowed him down,
and he never once had to save her from impending doom. One could
argue she was the full package to have as a partner. Though back
in that time he would never admit that to a soul.
Something interrupted the peaceful vibe of his mind. Voices
began to seep in through the cracks. The soft, desperate
whispers of insanity infringed on his peace. Back flashes
started to pour into his mind, images of death. Images of his
mother and father found massacred. Cries for help.. His cries.
He felt weak. Angry. Trying the shake his head of the foul
emotions he tried focusing on his wife and child.. "No.. No
please no..!" He shouted angrily, the child and mother began to
become frightened; he swept them into his embrace with his eyes
shut as tight as possible. "No.. No no no.." Tears began to form
in the pits of his eyes, trying to escape past the tight lock of
his eye lids. The warm embrace of his wife and child began to
become cold.. cold and ashy. They began to fall into nothing but
dust in his arms.. The lycan fell to his knees defeated as the
world around him began to crumble and fade.. "Please.. I was at
peace.." He spoke softly and desperately. The smile that stained
his face was gone and replaced by anger. "I was at PEACE!!!!" He
now roared with anger, regret, and with as much power as he
could muster in the vocal cords. His eyes shooting open,
releasing the tears and revealing glowing yellow orbs.
That was when Ace grabbed his beard and yanked. The beast ripped
from his slumber and bellowed with bestial wrath, his eyes
glowing yellow and his canines fully elongated. Towards the end
of the roar though his own voice began to creep into the
ferocious tone. Hoarse and deeply saddened. The angry yellow
eyes faded to a pale green, and his teeth dulled down with a
slight sound of gums and tendons being displaced. His face was
twitching as an animal's would once it's been pushed too far.
Dmitry shook his head from the stupor, the voices grasped fully
onto his psyche and and cloud of anger alleviating. He heaved
and brushed his hands through his hair. "For.. Forgive me..
Sweet-... Ace." He spoke in a single moment of genuine
sincerity, nerves obviously struck by no intentional fault of
Ace. He pressed his palms against the sockets of his eyes and
just sat there, fully grasping his bearings. Well.. Whatever
ones he had on this world.
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Re: New York
By: Gazini Date: January 23, 2014, 8:57 pm
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"So much blood in the big cities; I can literally order what
purity I want it." Donald smirked at the top his business
building known as " BlooD Fragrance. " He had a
multi-millionaire cologne/perfume line that was loved by the
human and vampire world alike. Donald was well known by the
vampire race of this era, much like he was in ancient Babylonian
times. A time which pleased Donald's needs at this time of age
New York.
Donald had bore the Red Fangs proudly now, so that everyone
knows who he is. This legendary vampire was well in media rule
as well with his commercials and many roles in the town's
construction. There was little the lord of Vampires couldn't
achieve. He wasn't calling himself the strongest, or the king,
he was just lord of this area. He was getting to old to remember
his barbaric ways. Now adays he was more sophistical. He enjoyed
to study his kills, see how long they can live from certain
cuts, and what pains are the worst.
Donald had a body crucified on his wall inside of his office,
and at this time it was literally alive. Donald had love to play
with his victims and throw knives at them while they were
powerless. First knife hit dead in the middle of the man's left
knee cap. He screamed in pain, without even cause Donald to
wince, the second knife was in the mains right shoulder, and
before he could scream, the last knife in his throat. Donald
smiled and looked out the window and awaited to hear how much
wealth they had achieved today. Knowing it would be well above a
million.
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Re: New York
By: Noah. Date: January 23, 2014, 9:32 pm
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"I love you..." Those words spread like warm honey; blessing her
lips, sailing across her tongue, sliding down her throat and
spreading throughout her entire body like wild fire. Dainty
fingertips explored Aren's tan shoulder blades knowingly, yet
still shooken by excitement of a first love. There was a pause
in motion while she allowed Aren to twist so he could face her
before her fingers were back on their never-ending journy of
exploring every crevice of the man's back. Alesana's fingers
dipped into the middle of his back, running along his side
before taking a turn to the north, thumb now brushing his jaw
line. Smooth, un-aged. Would they ever grow old? More bizare
things had happened in the past, making it hard to pass
judgement on the subject.
Here in the tree house the sun made its mark better than ever.
Slivers of sunlight had pushed their way past small cracks in
the curtains, racing down the side of the walls and mousing
across the floor. One crack in particular projected a scar-like
mark down the side of Aren's face. "I love you too." Alesana
melted into his arms, lashes fluttering shut; lids heavy with
the high feeling she got out of each word. She searched his
features for his stare, stopped short by his lips pressing
against her own. Aren pulled away to reveal sea green orbs,
that firm glare shooting her feelings sky high. Looking him dead
in the eyes was like taking a ride on a rollercoaster to a whole
other world. A safe, warm, comfy one where nothing was going to
go wrong other than the flustered butterflies, batting away in
your stomach. Even the after their last days of being human,
their last days they were able to have a regular life, Aren
still wore that steady lust in his eyes that Alesana would swear
she'd never see again. Not from anyone else, anyways.
That is where the problem lies, and it's only just beneath the
surface.
The consistent hum of a box fan did everything but block the
neighboors yelling match they held almost everynigt. A woman lay
awake, staring blankly at the white walls of her bedroom. The
only thing lit up in the dark room were Alesana's Icy blue,
narrowed eyes. Did they reach sensible, agreed-on decisions at
the end of these three-hour lasting yelling matches held nearly
everynight? Was there a new topic that needed to be put on the
table every night, or did they just start coming up with things
to nag about? Whatever the reason, it had Alesana ready to rip
out her hair- or maybe she'd just rip out their throats. If
anyone were there to hear that reasoning, that'd laugh in her
face. Alesana might put on a rather rough, sturdy front- but due
to the circumstances along with the hard facts that she simply
hated killing things other than necessary food, Alesana was
practicually harmless until caddle-prodded. However, the woman
had sent in plenty of complaints for her neighboors- none of
which seeming to be taken into consideration. Wolf's ears
flinched whenever something would knock into the walls. Alesana
was always quick to wrap him in her arms during times like
these. The city life was no life for Wolf, and Alesana was
beginning to see why. Growing up in a city didn't mean a thing
when you settle down in the middle of nowhere. Wolf was all
Alesana had left as a reminder of Aren, other than being a lycan
of course. Aren's ex-companion, Wolf was almost always at
Alesana's side, alert and ready to take action. For being a laid
back creature, the wolf is ever so ancy. Burying her face in
Wolf's thick hair, the woman took a deep breath, focusing on the
nature-like scent that Wolf carried with him no matter how many
scrubs he recieved during bathtime. It was relaxing. A reminder
that she still had a little bit of outdoors with her wherever
she went.
Immediately after another slam to the wall and Wolf was
scrambling to get off the bed, a sort of annoyed expression
splayed across his face; as annoyed as wolf can look, anyways.
Haughtily trotting out of the bedroom, he clicked his way across
the kitchen tile and to the front doo, giving it a quick bat
with his paw and taking a seat next the the handle. Alesana
sighed quietly before dragging herself out of bed, trudging
across the kitchen floor, and silently creeping through the
cracked door of her apartmen. Wolf followed out behind her, ears
now tilted forward, nose glued to the grass. "Take your time, I
suppose. Less of a headache for me."
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Re: New York
By: Samantha Date: January 24, 2014, 11:20 am
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Ace was expecting Dmitry to be angry when she pulled on his
beard, so when he woke up bellowing in a way that would make any
other vampire run scared, Ace remained planted where she knelt,
face void of any emotion. The change in his demeanor was
shocking; in a single instant his peaceful face snapped into one
that looked wrathful but had excruciating pain deep in his eyes.
His canines extended to their full, intimidating, length and his
eyes turned the bright yellow she knew was only associated with
his beast. She fell back onto her butt and narrowed her eyes at
him. “Calm down, crazy,” She mumbled beneath her breath just as
the yellow in his eyes shifted to early spring green and his
canines retracted back into his gums.
His face relaxed the best it could, and in his eyes Ace could
see a storm starting to brew – the voices slowly waking up and
taking a hold of him. The sad tone of his voice was enough to
unsettle her, and she looked at him skeptically when he
apologized.
Sweet—…Ace
He’d cut himself off. Sweet what? Sweetheart? Sweety? The mere
thought of him almost calling her any term of endearment stirred
something within her that she could only think of as disgust,
making her physically shiver. “O-kay. Whatever.” A roll of her
eyes and she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her
face; she’d have to remind herself to braid it back before they
left.
She watched Dmitry rub his eyes, her brown orbs filled with
confusion but her face screwed up in irritation. A small flame
of worry caught wind in her stomach; he definitely wasn’t acting
like his normal, crazy, smart-ass self. She got up to her feet
slowly, keeping her eyes trained intently on Dmitry as if she
were waiting for a bomb to explode, watching the numbers slowly
climb down to one. Her hand reached out to Dmitry, intending to
help him up. Once he was on his two feet she gently shoved him
in the direction of the bathroom. “You need to take a shower and
get ready. You smell, your hair is crazy, and for the love of
god, please cut that beard off.” Despite saying that with a
completely straight face, Ace thought the beard suited him well
– or rather the whole ‘crazy smart-ass’ look suited him well,
the beard just happened to be part of the package.
Ace shook the thought from her head when she heard the water run
from within the bathroom. She turned on her heel and bee-lined
straight to the mini fridge in their room, stocked full with
bags of blood and a few little things for Dmitry. She withdrew a
small bag, tore the top off of it, and brought it up to her
lips. Immediately after the blood touched her tongue her eyes
changed from the chocolate brown of her passive state to the
electric blue of her vampire. The blood fed the fire of hunger
deep within her belly, causing the vampire in her to become more
dominant; eye teeth extended to their full length, penetrating
the flimsy packaging of the blood and making it come out faster.
In a matter of seconds the bag was sucked dry and tossed into
the trash, Ace then began to braid back her hair, eyes slowly
settling back down to brown as her teeth slowly began to
retract.
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Re: New York
By: NickTheurich Date: January 28, 2014, 12:37 pm
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By the time Ace had pulled him to his feet, the voices had
already pushed any thoughts of his dream to the back of his
mind; to be dealt with at some other point in his life, along
with the other stockpile of fucked up situations the man had
otherwise forgotten. So once he was being shoved in the
direction of the bathroom, his temperament had fully shifted
gears. He growled at her softly. "Yeah you aren't exactly a bed
of roses either, dead girl." He smiled at his own remark, a
smile that mirrored a giddy little school boy. "Oo... Too soon?"
He chimed as he turned to close the bathroom door. "Why do I
have to shower anyways? Am i supposed to smell pretty and look
presentable in front of the Vamp that I will probably get all
over my clothes?" He questioned with a soft chuckle. Starting
the water in the sink he shook his head at the bossiness that
Ace was employing. "Alright, ma. If you really think it will
help, I will bathe. But screw you if you think this beard is
coming off!" He called out more than adequately loud enough for
her to hear; after which he began to chuckle softly.
After having his fun with his partner, he then turned his
attention to the cracked mirror on the wall beginning to study
his face with every little bit of his attention. Well.. Most of
it anyways. There was always a piece of his mind trapped in the
never ending.. void if you will, of his own personal sanity.
Sanity would be used delicately, if at all, when it concerned
the beast. To him though, to only ever understand thoughts that
others would deem 'insane', to only ever be able to talk to
himself.. to argue with himself.. the only person that ever
understood himself.. His only company ever being the ominous
voices of his troubled past. Wouldn't that, in fact, be what
anyone in those shoes would consider sanity? "What.. exactly do
you think you are doing?" A voice spoke out. This ripped
Dmitry's attention from his face, and to the rest of the room
that was being reflected from the mirror. Immediately he saw..
himself? It was definitely himself standing behind... Himself.
Speaking clear as day. The rest of the voices silent.. He could
almost feel their attention being focused on..him? Or him.
Matter of context he supposed. But it was definitely.. Him. He
growled at the infinite loop that was beginning to form.
"Wh-...what do you mean?" He asked in a slowly softening voice
so that Ace wouldn't hear it very well. "Well. Take your pick,
really." He responded. Though the figure was indeed his spitting
image to the very last stray facial hair.. The voice
sounded...swallowed in anger. Deep. And the eyes. The eyes were
a fierce yellow, with deep shades of orange striking through
certain points. "First..." He continued, "You are.. 'Partners'
with a fucking vampire.." His voice became diluted with disgust
when he said vampire, "Which.. wouldn't be so bad if you
seriously weren't considering taking orders from the filth. I
can see you weighing the options of shaving our beard.. letting
it push you around and bark orders." The stern complexion began
to crack a smile, laughing sarcastically. "D'aww... Have we
developed a connection? Has she become our Alpha?... You are so
weak." The image spat on the floor. "You make me sick."
Dmitry spun around to confront himself, anger and distraught in
his face. "Shut u-!"... He wasn't there. The room was empty. He
cut himself short and searched the bathroom briefly, then
cleared his throat. "What the hell was that.." He asked himself
quietly, running his hands through his hair. "Devilishly
handsome.. But creepy." He continued and began to crack a smile.
Turning around to wash his face now, he was almost immediately
jolted back. The reflection now was of his inner beast in it's
full, powerful form; claws against the mirror, pounding and
growling as if the mirror was a window to his mind. "FREE ME!"
it roared. Dmitry had almost instantly punched and shattered the
mirror as it demanded it's freedom, screaming out not in fear,
but because he could feel the transformation burning in his
blood, and clawing it's way through his body. As soon as the
mirror fell in pieces though, the transformation quit, and he
collapsed to his knees; Heaving heavily. "I.. Control.. YOU." He
growled out between breathes. "I control.. YOU." He repeated in
a confident, almost demanding, tone. Slwoly but surely the
silence in his head began to be filled with the voices once
more. His 'sanity' veiling his mind once again.
Slowly he stood up, trying his best not to just fall back down;
still breathing heavily. Picking up a shard of glass he peered
into it carefully... As if expecting something else. Within good
reason of course. But this time it was just him. His eyes were
blood shot, but still pale green. Clearing his throat one more
time he dropped the piece of the mirror and walked... kinda
stumbled really.. to the shower. Finally running the water, and
stepping in. Needing more than to just wash his face at this
point.
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Re: New York
By: Samantha Date: March 2, 2014, 8:51 pm
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Dmitry was acting like his normal self again in no time; Ace was
unable to hide the smile on her lips at his snarky comments. She
could easily dish it back to him, but decided against it as he
shut the bathroom door. Ace rolled her eyes. As she braided her
hair, she slowly made her way over to her bed, plopping down
onto it without a sound. She took her time threading her hair
together, wanting it to hold as long as possible during their
mission; she focused solely on herself and the details of their
plan, not even flinching when she heard the mirror shatter. No
questions popped into her head for her mind didn’t’ bother to
comprehend what could have possibly made the noise – there were
more important things to think about.
They were making their move in the day time, so Dmitry would be
heavily relied on to set the plan in motion. He had to bring
them to their destination as well as find a way inside while Ace
remained hidden in the back of their van, utterly useless until
she made it inside the facility. Hopefully it was an easy task
for Dmitry; there should be no vampires guarding outside, but
there was a very small chance that they employed lycans to guard
them – those of which Dmitry would easily dispose of. Once
inside, Ace would lead the way to the basement where they would
have to find the lab and destroy any and all information
pertaining to the genetic transformation the vampires wanted to
complete. They’d probably have to kill the scientists who were
leading the investigation as well as any vampire that got in
their way or knew about the research. Such commotion would bring
the two heads of the snake right to them: Donald and Rafferty
will die.
Her whole body tensed at the thought of spilling their blood as
she tied an elastic band in her hair rather forcefully. Hands
clenched and unclenched at her sides, irises beginning the
transition to blue, eye teeth starting to grow. She got up and
wandered around the room in an attempt to distract herself.
First, she picked Dmitry’s sheets up from the floor and
straightened them on his bed, her nose involuntarily wrinkling
in disgust at the deep musky scent that invaded her nostrils
that screamed Dmitry. She stepped back from his bed after making
it to perfection – no wrinkles in the sheets and pillows lined
perfectly at the head of the bed – and sauntered her way back to
her own bed, which held the signs of her sleep.
From the floor she picked up her duffle bag and began to take
everything out of it and prepare herself. She took out several
guns with UV bullets in them and strapped them criss-cross on
her back, and on her hip she placed her only gun with silver
nitrate bullets just in case. Next she strapped a long knife on
her thigh, and placed her smaller on to the side – that she
would place in her boots once she put them on. Then, she took
out maps of the facility; she wasn’t an artist, but she did a
pretty good job of drawing them, completely by memory, with
measurements of specific rooms. Lastly, she put on her
form-fitting bullet proof vest and set her thick cloak aside,
used to protect her from the sunlight when they finally
departed. They wouldn’t be leaving for another couple of hours,
but making sure she had everything made her feel a little less
nervous about the whole situation.
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Re: New York
By: NickTheurich Date: April 28, 2014, 7:32 pm
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It was quiet inside of his head. Not even the water that washed
over his head disrupted the silence. It was purely silent inside
the head of the Lycan.. This brought a deep sense of discomfort
up his spine. The mind of the beast was habitually fogged by a
torrent of rapid thoughts, anger, smart remarks, and voices that
weren't his own. But as of this moment.. Nothing. Though he
didn't realize it, somewhere in his mind, the depth of this day
had sunken in; that this silence he was witnessing was not a
random event, but in fact he was experiencing focus. This was
the day that meant everything he had been fighting for, and no
part of him.. Not even the insanity that he had been marked
with, wanted to drop the ball on this one. The silence started
to be broken up by soft, concentrated strands of thought about
any and all plans he had been briefed on up to this point. Plans
of action, who he had to kill, what he had to do to get Ace in,
and just how hard he had to fight to win this one. It would be
no cake walk. This was a battle that had no time for prisoners..
That was unforgiving to those who took it lightly.
An hour had passes like a minute, and though he had only really
let the water run over his head and over his body from that
singular point, he felt refreshed and almost as if he had found
a deep rooted sense of confidence in himself. Turning off the
water that had started to go cold by this point, he then stepped
out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and walked
across the lightly fogged room; picking up articles of clothing
as he moved along. When he emerged from the bathroom he had
immediately noticed three things.. One: His bed was made
perfectly. This should be of no surprise at this point seeing as
how Ace was genuinely a perfectionist. But this time he actually
noticed. 2. Ace was wearing her
leave-nothing-to-the-imagination-super-tight-ass-kicking leather
suit thing. 3. He was very hungry. None of the three really
stuck in his mind with the exception of the hungry part. After
all, he knew of no one who was able to fight on an empty
stomach. That just made people grumpy. And grumpy people are not
fun. Like Ace. She is generally all work and no play. And this
was very... disappointing to him.
A forth thing suddenly became noticed by the lycan.. He was
smiling. This almost concerned him more than it confused him...
But it also confused him nonetheless. What was he smiling about?
Food?... Probably. But he really hadn't done much thinking on
food quite yet so that wasn't as high of a possibility as it
seemed at first. What about the bed being made?.. No. Beds being
made, though appealing to the eye, generally irritated him. He
felt as though that entering a bed how it was left when leaving
it, is FAR more comfortable and easier to fall asleep in... So
that leaves Ace or just the room in general; which, let's be
real, the place was a fucking dump. So Ace... Why?
"Why in the world am i smiling right now?" He finally spat out
the question, almost shocked that it came out. "Not.. Not that
you would really know. Because that would be weird if you knew
and i didn't.." He then took a short pause to think about that.
"Well.. Maybe unless possibly you were a mind reader... But even
then i feel like i would have been told about such a thing by
this point." The smile had quickly dropped after that remark,
and an accusing look then overtook his face. "Unless you have
been keeping something from me!" For no real reason at all he
had felt the urge to point at Ace while saying the word you.. as
if someone else were in the room for any of this to be directed
at. This point though, had forced him to let go of the bot of
towel he was holding, and therefore allowed gravity to take hold
of small amount of cloth that had been shielding Ace's eyes from
Dmitry's... Family jewels.
The very second the towel hit the floor, his concern shifted
from Ace being a potential mind reader and possibly getting into
underground gambling with said gift, and onto the fact that oh
shit Ace has seen him naked as of this very second and he has
not seen her naked even slightly before. Which then shifted his
concern into how unfair this whole situation is for him. "Oh.
Right. Naked." He then proceeded to turn around, drop the
clothes he had bunched up in his hands onto the floor, and begin
getting dressed. And yes. It was a full moon for Ace. A hairy...
hairy full moon.
So much for focus. But it's progress. Progress that he was still
very unaware of.
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Re: New York
By: Samantha Date: April 28, 2014, 8:21 pm
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The hour passed by quickly. Ace remained kneeling at the side of
her bed with her eyes trained on the awkward lines that made up
the map she had drawn, glazed over as if under the influence of
drugs. Being the person that she was, you would think she was
over analyzing every possible outcome of their job; instead her
mind was blank. Completely and utterly blank. And that simple
fact irked her to no end.
Petite yet strong shoulders tensed when she finally came to,
which was the exact moment the door to the bathroom flew open
and Dmitry stepped into the room. The vampire didn’t take her
eyes off of the map, and they remained glazed and dull as she
mentally reprimanded herself. Why did she do that? Wasting
precious time like that! Fists clenched in her lap and her eyes
finally snapped up to look at Dmitry, already set into a glare.
What met her eyes was a big surprise, and that surprise was
evident in her expression for all but a second before they
hardened into a scowl. “Took you long enough. You’re like a
girl—you take an hour to shower. And I know that you didn’t need
the time either, you just stood in the water for no reason.”
Despite rolling her eyes and the hard look on her face, Ace was
still genuinely surprised to see Dmitry like that. Even after
looking away the image of… him standing there was burned into
her mind like the patter that decorated the walls. She knew
that, if she allowed such a thing to happen, her face would be
burning red with a heat she could only associate with humans.
For a fleeting moment Ace allowed herself to wonder if Dmitry
would be warm. She knew that lycans were naturally warm, but she
wondered if he would be a welcoming warm. After a few seconds
she decided that Dmitry could never be like that. A huge brute
like him would always be warm, but never the kind that drew her
in like a moth to flame.
It took Ace a while before she realized that the lycan she was
thinking about was actually talking. Looking up at him once
again—keeping her eyes strictly on his—Ace smirked. “Maybe
because you’re stupid?” She offered with a chuckle, a small
light entering her eyes. It all went downhill from there.
Dmitry’s towel fell, and you could say she saw a whole new side
to him. Immediately she looked away, swallowing down the squeal
that worked its way up her throat. “What the hell is wrong with
you?” She shouted, covering her eyes with her hands to protect
herself. “You can’t just gallivant around practically naked! Oh
my fuck Dmitry!” Growling softly, Ace shot up from her spot and
made her way into the kitchen of the motel room to get away from
him as he dressed. She leaned against the counter, her back
facing him with her hands crossed over her chest. “Nice ass,
stupid,” She mumbled to herself, knowing full well that Dmitry
would be able to taste the sarcasm dripping from her words.
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