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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 15, 2009 13:45:07 GMT -5
Tristan stared in shock for a few seconds after Fiona tore off. Shit... he thought. He looked around, trying to figure out where she may have gone. She had seemed completly fine until he had something about... her father.... She's going after her father!
He turned quickly and darted through the trees, heading towards town as he followed her scent. When he finally got to the town of Bagnor, her scent became more difficult to follow. For one, it was all around the town, and for another, there were so many other scents mixing in with hers. He caught the fresh trail after a bit and swiftly made his way to her house.
When he arrived, the door was hanging off of the hinges. He stepped in and could hear her low growls echoing some where inside the house as well as her father's whimpering and fading heart beat. As he stepped down the hallway, he saw Fiona there, stiting against the wall, her father's lifeless body a few feet away.
"Fiona!" he gasped, darting towards her.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 15, 2009 13:56:43 GMT -5
Fiona looked up and gasped as Tristan ran to her. She held up her bloody shaking hands as she looked back down. Something had come over her to cause her to kill her father, but she didn't understand. Being back in the house of her childhood tore her up inside as the memories flashed through her mind's eye.
She used to be so quiet and so gentle. The old Fiona was nice and friendly, always lending a helping hand. But she was also terribly abused and it was all pretty much an act. Inside she was dying, and she was filled with hatred. Now, as a vampire, the inside was finally reflected on the outside. Fiona didn't know how to cope.
"I killed him," she whispered. The words stung as they hit the air, noting the reality of the situation. "Tristan, I killed him."
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 15, 2009 15:53:44 GMT -5
Tristan stared Fiona for a moment as she stared in shock at her bloody hands. His heart ached for her. No one should have to become a killer. Especially not some one as sweet and kind as Fiona seemed to be (underneath of her newborn anger). But he had been selfish, he had kept her 'alive.' He let out a soft sigh and wrapped his arms around her in comforting embrace. It was the only thing he could think to do.
"I-it's alright," he said softly. "He's not going to hurt you anymore..."
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 15, 2009 22:12:22 GMT -5
Fiona nodded shakily as she leaned into the hug and resting her head on his shoulder. She was battling so many things inside at the moment. Finally the source of all of her pain and sadness in her life was gone. But now, she was a murderer. Though if Fiona was human, she would have been the one dead that night. It all seemed to fall into place a really strange way. All except the fact that she still wished she was the one who was dead. Especially now that she had to live forever with the painful memories of her human life and her new vampire life. She felt lost in a blur of anger, and all she wanted was peace.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 16, 2009 14:07:12 GMT -5
Tristan let out a soft sigh as he held Fiona to him. Hesitantly, he reached his hand up to stroke her hair as he continued to speak. "It's alright Fiona. Come on, let's move out of here," he said as he stood and led her out of the hallway and into the living room, away from the body of her father. He guided her to the couch and then sat down next to her, looking into her eyes. They were no longer the shade of chocolate brownt they were when she'd been human, but they were still beautiful. Still carried the same emotion.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 16, 2009 18:46:17 GMT -5
Fiona moved like a ghost as he guided her over to the couch, sitting rigidly. She was fiddling her hands in her lap as she sighed. The dark living room felt cold and foreboding, like the pain from her childhood was pulsing through the room, telling her to leave. This is what she wanted to get away from. This constant feeling of being swallowed up whole. This is why she jumped off the bridge.
She thought again about how she may have been killed by her father tonight if she wasn't pretty much invincible. And she thought about how this would have never even happened if she died when she jumped off that bridge. A shaky sigh came from her lips. "I hate this place," she said quietly, shrugging.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 16, 2009 19:18:54 GMT -5
Tristan looked at Fiona sadly. He felt so awful for her, that she had such a horrible home life. He had been fortuante enough to have a mother and father who loved and cared about him. It wasn't fair that this had happened to her.
"Why?" he asked her. "I mean, I gather that your father was a horrible person. But... what exactly happened? If you don't mind my asking... I just know sometimes it can be helpful to talk about these things."
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 16, 2009 19:28:27 GMT -5
Fiona shook her head. Of course she wanted to tell him, but it was always her reaction to keep quiet. Now it didn't make to much of a difference to her. Her father was dead and she was... the undead. "My mom died when I was four, leaving it just me and him. It was fine for a little while until he snapped. Every night he would beat me, a lot of the times until I passed out. I never told anyone. You're the first to know."
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 16, 2009 19:32:46 GMT -5
Tristan's face contorted into a mask of pain and rage. He was suddenly glad for the first time that Fiona had killed her father. He deserved it. The bastard. He was exactly the type of guy Tristan usually chose to feed on. "If I had known about it..." he said, his voice low, "I would have killed him for you a long time ago. You deserve... so much better."
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 16, 2009 19:42:15 GMT -5
"No," she said sharply. "I'm glad I got to kill him." She let out a long sigh as she wiped her bloody hands off on her jeans. After a few moments of silence she spoke again. "I didn't really have friends growing up. So I really didn't have anyone to tell anyway. Then it just built up and... you know the rest." The last part Fiona said bitterly. She still wished he didn't save her, because now she's still suffering.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 16, 2009 19:48:19 GMT -5
Tristan pulled his legs up onto the couch, his knees to his chest and looked at Fiona. "I'm sorry," he said again, referring to her obvious anger at him. But he continued on quickly, "Why didn't you have a lot of friends?" he asked her. He wanted to know more about her. Understand her.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 16, 2009 19:54:34 GMT -5
Fiona gave a small smile and copied Tristan by pulling her legs up on the couch. "I tried, really." she said quietly. "But I just could never open up to anyone. So I just read books. The characters were my friends. It kept me going for a while... until I realized they were all just fairy tales. And I woke up in some kind of nightmare. "
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 16, 2009 19:59:46 GMT -5
Tristan smiled softly. "You like to read?" he asked her. "You should take a look at my library. I'm always looking for good books. I love it. One of my favorites is Pillars of the Earth. Have you read it?"
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 17, 2009 0:04:09 GMT -5
Fiona gave a half smile. "Yeah I read all the time. I love that book. I'd love to read it again." Her smile faded as she looked away from him, her eyes wandering around the dark room. "What about you? What's your story? I'm tired of talking about me..."
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 17, 2009 0:39:58 GMT -5
Tristan let out a low sigh. "Well... I was turned in 1943. I was 25. It was during the war," he said. "And I decied when I became what I am that I wouldn't senselessly kill people, the way I had seen it done during the war." He looked down slightly, remembering (vaguely, as if from a dream) the friends and strangers he had seen killed in the war.
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