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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 6, 2009 1:42:44 GMT -5
Tristan sat in his apartment reading a book. He kept getting distracted, however, his thoughts wandering back to the girl from the bridge.
He still wasn't entirely sure he'd done the right thing. Perhaps I should have just killed her, he thought. But instead he had let the venom spread. By now she would be vampire. He had left a note in her pocket with his address, telling her to find him if she'd like some answers.
He'd been on edge for the past several hours, jumping at every small noise, wondering if it was her.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 6, 2009 1:59:55 GMT -5
Fiona had always heard rumors and legends about the town of Crocker, but never before had she been there. The journey to the town was an interesting one. Every little thing seemed magnified; all of her senses were extra perceptive. A burning sensation ached in the back of her throat and she had no idea what is was. She was still debating if she was alive or dead, dreaming or awake. She thought maybe that she was a ghost. This is what she needed to find this Tristan person for.
She stood outside the door of his apartment, contemplating if she should knock or not. Fiona really had no clue about what was going on. She figured knocking on this person's door was the best route to take at the moment. Besides if she was dead, which was what she was presuming, nothing bad could happen... right?
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 6, 2009 2:05:43 GMT -5
Tristan's head darted up at the sound of the knock on his door. He could tell from the smell outside that it was another vampire. There was a familiar twinge to the scent, and he knew it must be the girl from the bridge. He got up up slowly from his chair, setting the book on the table next to it and crossed to the door. He took an unnecessary breath as he tried to figure out what he was going to say to the girl, before opening the door.
Immortality suited her well. Tristan had only seen her a bloody, broken mess before, but the vampire standing before him showed no signs of that. She was pale, with long curly dark hair that fell around her face, her eyes the deep onyx that was costomary of all vampires. She truly was breath taking.
"Hello," Tristan said softly to her.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 6, 2009 2:16:58 GMT -5
Fiona gasped as the door opened. This man was much more handsome when her eye sight was working properly. He looked perfect and statuesque. His eyes were a deep black and his smell was strong... and alluring.
"Tristan?" she asked nervously assuming that this was the one she was looking for. "Am... am I dead?" she asked full of fear and anxiety.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 6, 2009 7:03:31 GMT -5
The girl's new vampiric voice was melodious and it it tinkled beautifully in the air. The sound was very pleasing to Tristan's ears. "Please, come in," he said to her as he opened the door wider so that she could come inside the apartment. "I have... a lot to explain to you."
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 6, 2009 12:29:11 GMT -5
Fiona stared at him, mouth slightly open, for quite some time before eventually going inside his apartment. Her arms folded nervously across her chest as her feet shuffled awkwardly below her. So she wasn't a ghost, because he had seen her and talked to her. Well, she could be a ghost still and maybe he was just unafraid of her. She could still be alive, but she doubted that. Her senses were so acute that they had to be other worldly. At least she wasn't in Hell. Unless she still was, and the devil sometimes was merciful, by letting her be in the company of this handsome man. As long as she was gone and dead for good, away from her father forever, Fiona would eventually be okay.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 6, 2009 12:41:05 GMT -5
Tristan led the girl into his apartment and to the living room. He sat down on the chair he'd been reading in before and gestured to the couch for her to sit as well. "Well as you've already figured out, my name is Tristan Ainsley," he said. "But what you probably don't know," he added slowly, glancing and her from under his long, dark eyelashes, "is that I'm... a vampire."
He braced himself for her reaction, fearing how she would react. It was a lot to handle. He knew that he had a hard time with it when he realized what had happened to him. But he hadn't had any one to explain thing to him.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 6, 2009 12:48:35 GMT -5
She rigidly sat next to him on the couch, but then jumped back up as he admitted that he was a vampire. Yes she was definitely in Hell, and now this vampire will torture her. Exaggerated mental images of pain and torture flew through her head. This is what she deserved for what she had done to herself. "I suppose this is what I deserve from the devil for committing suicide." she murmured with a shaking voice.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 6, 2009 12:52:21 GMT -5
Tristan stood when the girl did. "You didin't exactly commit suicide..." he said. "You see I, uh, turned you. You're a vampire now as well," he admitted.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 6, 2009 13:00:28 GMT -5
Fiona gasped in shock. Looking to her side she noticed a mirror hanging on the wall and ran over to it. It seemed absurd for a split second that she might not even be able to see herself, but she did. Her porcelain skin was even whiter than before and seemed to glow slightly like the moon at night. Her once chocolate brown eyes were a solid black. Her curly hair that used to just fall around her shoulders seemed to have grown to reach her mid-back. She opened her mouth slowly waiting to see the one tell tale sign of vampires, fangs. But none were there... at first. At the mere thought of fangs, her incisor teeth shifted and grew and became razor sharp. She ran her tongue along them carefully before turning to Tristan again.
"So, I'm not dead... I'm just... a vampire?" Fiona's voice shook as she spoke and a small spark of anger ignited inside of her.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 6, 2009 16:18:28 GMT -5
Tristan watched warily as the girl ran to the mirror to examine her new form. He watched in silence as she did so. "Y-yes," he answerd her quietly. "I thought you were dead," he added quickly, speaking in a such a rush in order to explain himself. Normal humans would not have been able to understand his speech, but he knew that as a vampire she would have no problems understanding him. "I had intended on feeding, but when I realized you were still alive... I coulndn't go through with it. It was your eyes. I just... couldn't," he said.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 7, 2009 0:52:02 GMT -5
Fiona stared down at the floor, her fists clenching slightly. When she was alive, well human, she rarely got angry, but something felt different about her. "You should have let me die, or at least quickened the process." She grumbled.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 7, 2009 0:59:50 GMT -5
Tristan stepped back a bit, her words lashing out at him. "I'm sorry," he appologized. "I had already bitten you when I realized you were still alive and I just couldn't do it. I couldn't kill you. I don't know why, what it was about you..." he mumbled. He turned and sat down on the couch, placing his head in his hands. A vampire with a concscience... what the hell is wrong with you, Tristan? he thought.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 7, 2009 1:05:55 GMT -5
She glared up at him, not knowing where this anger was coming from. All she knew was that she felt it. "People jump off of bridges for a reason," Fiona hissed. Her eyes began to sting but no tears ever seemed to come to them. "I should be dead." Her voice was raised a little. "And now how long do I have to live? A hundred years? Two hundred?"
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 7, 2009 1:08:45 GMT -5
Tristan winced, regretting his decision to go for a run the other day. And yet, at the same time, he was glad he hadn't let her die. He couldn't explain it or pinpoint why, but he was.
"Technically..." he said slowly, "You can live forever." He didn't look up, for fear of her reaction.
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