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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 24, 2009 12:47:57 GMT -5
Fiona didn't even know where to begin to try and make herself accept this new life. She figured Tristan was the only one who could help her through this, but she wanted nothing to do with him. Or did she? She could have left his house by now and found somewhere else to live, but she stayed. Why?
Her eyes roamed around the room looking for something else to stare at, but they kept falling back on Tristan. She shifted awkwardly and rolled onto her back on the couch, looking at the ceiling. This way she couldn't really see him unless she turned her head, which she wasn't about to do. Fiona held her arms to her chest, subconsciously trying to comfort herself.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 24, 2009 17:04:35 GMT -5
Tristan let out a soft sigh and picked up the book again from off of the table next to him. He opened it up to a page at random, unable to remember where he had left off before, and began reading again. Though he processed the words, his thoughts still lingered on Fiona. He figured she would speak to him again if/when she wanted to however, and so said nothing.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 25, 2009 0:08:34 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, I-" Fiona began, stuttering slightly. "I just can't seem to control my emotions anymore. I don't understand." She turned her head to look at him, her face was etched with sorrow. "I just want to feel okay. Its all I ever wanted." She felt that familiar twinge of sadness wretch in her chest, making her notice for the first time that her heart was no longer beating. It made her soul sink lower. She got what she wanted, death. But she was still trapped to endure the world.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 25, 2009 16:01:08 GMT -5
Tristan looked back up at Fiona slowly. There was so much sorrow on her beautiful face. He felt awful. "It's alright," he said. "This is all very new and confusing. I know you don't always mean to... come across so stand-off-ish," he said. "I mean, I know you're angry and frustrated with me. I understand that. I felt the same about the one that turned me. I would have probably acted similarly if I was ever faced with them, especially so recently after my transformation."
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 25, 2009 16:23:17 GMT -5
Fiona looked down at her hands and then back up at him. "But, were you trying to die like I was?" She couldn't figure him out. He acted like he knew everything about her and understood her completely. He knew nothing. "And you wonder why I'm so pissed at you"
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 25, 2009 17:15:04 GMT -5
Tristan tensed. He was starting to get annoyed. He knew Fiona had every right to be angry with him, but he had been nothing but kind, courteous, and helpful towards her ever since she had come to his apartment. Yet she had been nothing but angry, rude, sand-off-ish, and defensive. "Well excuse me then," he said, rising from his chair.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 25, 2009 17:26:24 GMT -5
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Fiona knew she should stop being so rude to him. But she just crossed her arms letting out a quiet "hmph" as he stood up. She was never this bitter when she was a human. It seemed as though being a vampire brought out all of the negative qualities in her. She could barely grasp onto who she was anymore. "This is why you should have just left me to death."
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 25, 2009 17:37:31 GMT -5
Tristan was barely able to contain himself from retaliating with a "Well, yes. Maybe I should have."
Instead he simply took his book with him and walked silently, his face expressionless to his room. He closed the door, with perhaps a bit more force than was necessary and sat down on his bed. His hands shook slightly as he opened the book again, trying to calm down.
Why did she have to be so damned infuriating? And why do I care?
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 25, 2009 17:55:36 GMT -5
Fiona was surprised at how he simply left the room without saying another word. Was he angry with her now? She wanted him to know what he was putting her through. Though, now she started to realize that she was hurting him by what she said.
Feeling absolutely terrible, ten times worse than she felt to begin with, she sat up on the couch. She just needed to get out of there for a little while. But part of her was afraid that if she left, would he let her come back? Did she want to come back? Fiona walked into the bedroom where her bag was, zipped it back up, and swung it over her shoulder. Then, she left.
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