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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 8, 2009 0:08:49 GMT -5
Tristan staggered back from Fiona, but barely. "I want to help you," he said quietly, his eyes never leaving hers. "And believe it or not... killing isn't as easy as it seems. No matter how much they deserve it."
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 8, 2009 0:12:52 GMT -5
Fiona stared him down with her stone black eyes. The anger was so overwhelming inside of her. Suddenly she dropped to her knees, her head and arms resting on the floor. She gave a muffled whimper and pounded the floor once, leaving a small dent.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 8, 2009 0:21:03 GMT -5
Tristan just stared at Fiona for a moment. He didn't know what to do. Did he leave her be? Did he comfort her? He bit his lip, trying to decide what to do.
In a flash he knelt by her side. "Fiona," he said quietly. "You can tak to me."
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 8, 2009 1:40:39 GMT -5
Fiona looked up at him, her face etched with emotional pain. She felt like she was struggling to hold herself together. All she felt like doing was breaking things and killing things. What happened to her? Why did he change her into this monster that wants nothing more but destruction? As the emotions overcame her, she pushed herself forward, throwing her arms around him. She cried dry sobs onto his shoulder, as no tears would come.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 8, 2009 1:44:59 GMT -5
The pain in Fiona's face was almost too much for Tristan to handle. He half wished he hadn't turned her. But at the same time, he felt like he was on the precipice of something... something life changing. And it involved Fiona. He just couldn't quite put his finger on it.
When Fiona threw her arms around him, he didn't know how to react at first. It took him but a brief momen though before he enveloped his arms around her fram, holding her close as she sobbed. He didn't know what to say, so opted to say nothing and instead ran his hand up and down her back in a comforting manner like his mother used to do.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 8, 2009 23:43:55 GMT -5
Finally the sobs subsided, and Fiona let him go. She stared at the floor ashamed of herself. Self loathing flooded her body as she sat on his floor. Fiona began to feel very weak, as if she had been starved. Her throat yearned for something and it was almost painful. Actually, as she focused on the feeling, it did become painful. She brought her hands up to her throat in reaction.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 8, 2009 23:46:00 GMT -5
Tristan glanced down for a moment after Fiona pulled away. When he looked back up, he noticed that she was clutching her throat. He recognized the signs. "You're thirsty," he said. "How long has it been since you woke up? You will need to feed soon," he said to her.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 9, 2009 0:07:32 GMT -5
Fiona's eyes widened a bit, a little in fear but mostly in anticipation. If she were human, the thought would have disgusted her, but right then she could feel her mouth watering, literally. She stood up quickly, ordering him with her eyes to get up as well. "Show me the way."
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 9, 2009 7:17:22 GMT -5
Tristan stood slowly, well slowly for a vampire, and nodded at Fiona. He turned and left his apartment, gesturing for him to follow her.
OOC: I'm going to make a new thread.
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