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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Oct 2, 2010 15:12:15 GMT
i heard them sayEXACT OPPOSITES ATTRACTif that’s a fact it shouldTAKE TASK FORCE TO BRING YOU BACK I tried furiously to stop the tears from coming. This was so completelty embarrassing. Tears were weakness; I was a slayer, I shouldn't have any weaknesses. I leaned my head against his shoulder as I managed to stop the tears. I closed my eyes and breathed in heavily, pulling myself away from him. "Leon's helping me with Naanee's training," I admitted, "I needed a vampire and you... Well, I figured you wouldn't want to... After all I put you through," I sighed, touching the necklace lightly. He shouldn't have gotten this for me. Sigh. "I should go," I whispered, standing up from him and throwing the bloodied cloth on the ground next to him. "It should heal nicely," I gestured to the wound in his chest, wiping my hands off my jeans. "Leave Anya to me," I murmured as I picked up the sword and headed back to Theta. Anya could be anywhere in the world right now; the best thing I could do would be to draw her out into the open.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Oct 2, 2010 16:35:57 GMT
After all she put me through? Was that really where her mind was at? Jeez, the last thing I wanted was for her to feel guilt. Unnecessary guilt at that. I groaned heavily; I was going to regret this. "Kestrel!" I called grudgingly. She stopped walking as I stood up off the grass to jog over to her, zipping up my jacket to cover the wound. Not many humans were accustomed to seeing someone walking around with a pretty noticable hole in their chest. When I caught up with her, I put a hand on each one of her shoulders and sighed. "I would just like to address what you said back there, about 'all you put me through'," I made quotation marks in the air, "I cant believe I'm admitting this, but you know I wouldn't change a thing, right? Sure, life got a hell of a lot more complicated when you showed up, not to mention a little more confusing, but also so much more interesting and it sure as hell has been exciting here and there. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I-I'm just really--" I coughed to mask the words as I mumbled; "I'm glad I know you." I coughed again, not looking at her directly. God, I was going soft... Squidgy even. "So dont think that way, okay? Now go do your slayer thing," I waved my hand dismissively, feeling awkward and even a little embarrassed to be sounding so... Soft. She had no idea how difficult that had been for me to spit out. Feelings weren't usually my specialty. I focused my eyes on the top of a tree in the distance, my arms folded and my eyebrows raised. Ugh, that look on her face said it all. She was laughing at me, wasn't she? Smart Dev, really smart. Oh for feck sake, why wasn't she walking away? Seriously, the tension was killing me.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Oct 2, 2010 18:05:31 GMT
i heard them sayEXACT OPPOSITES ATTRACTif that’s a fact it shouldTAKE TASK FORCE TO BRING YOU BACK I bit my lip and couldn't help but smile at him. I could tell he was embarrassed at having to admit that to me. But I was glad he had. He was looking kind of awkward so I guessed it was my cue to leave now. I sighed wistfully and brushed my hair behind my ear. Maybe he wasn't as bad as the others. Maybe he-- No. Forget that. I gripped my other wrist a little. "I'm glad I know you too. I'm glad we're friends," I emphasised the last word just a little, to set the principal fact here, both for myself and him. I turned and walked away. Like he'd said, it was time to do my slayer thing. I reached the graveyard to put the sword back in the chest. A vampire was sauntering about in there; a new one, I was guessing. Freshly climbed out of his coffin and dug his way out. Of course, it attacked me. I dodged his blow and kicked him in the stomach. He swung at me and hit my face. "Not bad," I commented. "How hard you gonna' hit when youre blowing in the wind?" I asked, piercing his heart with the stake. Just as he turned to dust, he jumped into the air and kicked me in the chest, sending me backwards. I hit a tombstone which broke in half under the force I slammed into it. Ugh, that hurt my back and significantly made me feel weaker. "That was rhetorical," I groaned to the pile of dust on the ground, pulling myself to my feet and leaving the sword in the Crypt. I was glad to sink into my bed then at Theta Pi. Tom's heavy breathing told me he was already asleep. I opened my eyes in a different room, a bedroom. There was a girl in the room, wearing a shirt and shorts. I watched her curiously. There was an odd familiarality about her. Had I met her before? Was she in my class? That must be it. The girl walked into her bathroom, one hand on her back. She’d hurt it somehow, but I wasn’t sure what had happened. She sighed as she went to the bath and turned to water on, letting it run over one of her hands to check the temperature. She straightened up and sighed again, walking to the sink as a voice sounded from the doorway. It was Devlin. “You hurt?” He asked, stepping into the room. “Get out,” The girl ordered him, not looking at him. I watched her curiously. She was pretty – her long dark hair moved with her. “We need to talk,” Devlin closed the door behind him. He looked kind of annoyed. And a little off… Had he been drinking? “I don’t need to know,” The girl straightened up and looked back at him impatiently. Had Devlin done something to her? She didn’t seem to like him… “Well this isn’t just about you anymore,” Devlin sighed, “Much as you’d like it to be,” he shifted his weight from foot to foot. The girl crossed her arms. “You talked. I listened. Now leave.” “I needed to know you were alright—“ ”Why?” She interrupted him, sceptically. “Because I care about you,” Devlin sighed again patiently. “Then you may want to try not terrifying my friends,” the girl raised her eyebrows. Devlin shook his head and looked at the floor. “I didn’t mean to scare Jinny,” He looked up at the girl again. I straightened up as I watched the scene between them, neither of them aware of me. So this girl was friends with Jinny? Why didn’t I recognise her? “I was trying to get a spell.” ”You were going to use a spell on me?” The girl demanded, outraged. “Not you,” Devlin seemed to have lost patience with her. “ I wanted something, something for me,” He put a hand on his own chest to emphasise that he was talking about himself. I was getting kind of curious as to what was going on… “I wanted anything to make this pain stop! Anything to just make it stop!” The girl cast her eyes down sadly, taking in his words. I myself felt a pang of sympathy for Devlin. “You should just stake me,” Devlin whispered. I blinked. Had he been speaking to me or the girl? But I thought they hadn’t known I was here? Was she a slayer too? Or did she just know about vampires? “I could never do that,” She whispered. She seemed ashamed of herself for that. “And you know why.” She walked to the bath again. “Because you love me too,” Devlin prompted her. “No, I don’t,” the girl turned the bath taps off. “Why do you keep lying to yourself?” Devlin shook his head. “How many times—“ The girl began to shout as she spun to face him, but composed herself when Devlin raised his eyebrows. “I have feelings for you. I do. But it’s not love,” She shook her head. “I could never trust you enough for it to be love,” she said pointedly, and I felt like I could relate to her there. “Trust,” Devlin laughed, “Is for old married couples. Great love,” he emphasised, “Is wild, and passionate, and dangerous. It burns and consumes,” he smirked wickedly, and I felt a jolt run through me. “Until there’s nothing left,” The girl told him. “Love like that doesn’t last,” She took a step towards him. “I know you feel like I do. You don’t have to hide it anymore,” Devlin smirked as the girl rolled her eyes. “Devlin please stop this,” She whispered wearily. “I can feel it,” Devlin whispered, stepping forward and putting his hands on her hips. She pushed him away. “No,” She objected as he tried to pull her closer. “You will love me,” Devlin growled as he grabbed her arms. “Wha—No! Stop it,” She hit him as she tried to lean away from him. “You will,” Devlin grabbed her as she struggled against his grip. “Dev—Stop!” She was losing the fight, I could see it, “What’re you—Devlin!” He’d pushed her back. She’d grabbed the shower curtain and pulled it down as she fell back and her back hit off the edge of the bath. Devlin leaned over her, trying to kiss her but she was still hitting him, fighting back. “It’s okay, you can let yourself love me,” He was saying, forcing himself on her. I was paralysed with horror – all I could do was stand there. “Devlin, no! No, I’m hurt!” She fell onto her side and Devlin scrambled on top of her. She was on her stomach, she tried to pull herself away when Devlin grabbed her ankle and dragged her back, flipping her over so that she was on her back. He got on top of her, holding her wrists down, ignoring her screams. “I know you felt it,” He gasped as he held her down. “Please, please!” She cried, “Devlin please don’t—“ “You’ll feel it again,” He told her. “Please don’t do this!” She begged through sobs. “I’m going to make you feel it,” He snarled angrily, ripping open her shirt. She screamed and cried. “STOP!” She gave a piercing shriek as I sat up in my bed. I was breathing heavy and my hair plastered to my face with sweat. I’d recognised the girl in my dream. She was me.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Oct 2, 2010 21:19:38 GMT
"Camilla, does your train of thought have a caboost?" I murmured, sighing heavily. She'd been talking about how her haircut had gone terribly wrong (something about paying for a trim and recieving a bob) when she spaced out midway through her rant. "What?" She blinked twice, dropping one of my ornaments she'd been inspecting and picking it up again as though it hadn't happened. I gritted my teeth and sat up on my bed, looking to see what she'd dropped. Leons snowglobe; its fine then. "Look, Camilla, all I can say to you is whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed, and I still don't know what you're doing in my room." She began to ramble on again, and naturally, I zoned out, lying back on my bed to stare at my ceiling while I waited patiently for her to finish. I knew from experiance that there was no point in trying to get a word in when she was on a roll like this. When letting my mind wander, I'd noticed that recently, I'd always end up thinking of the same person. And of course, that person just had to be Kestrel. Frick sake... I needed a hobby. "... listening to me Devlin? Hello? Earth to Devlin?" Camilla's voice became louder as she waved her hand in front of my face. "Are you even listening to me?" She asked, folding her arms as I sat up again. "What do you think?" "Devlin, I'm really stressed out! What do I do about this h-" "You don't even know what stress is, Camilla." I interrupted her pointedly, running a hand through my hair. "Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet, thats stress. What you're doing is whinging; simple." She frowned. "Why are guys so damn annoying?" "Not all men are annoying; some are dead," I pointed out. She frowned deeper. "You think your so funny don't you?" She spat, poking me in the forehead. I tried and failed to keep a straight face. "You suck Devlin, you know that?" "Interesting choice of words, Camilla." I snickered. So many vampire jokes sprang to mind... "UGH!" She was going red, which for a vampire, wasn't a good thing. She spun around and fell back onto the bad angrily. "What is up with you lately? You've been so... Distracted." I had to admire her perservierance, even if it was driving me up the wall. "I've been trying to imagine you with a proper haircut," I muttered, leaning against the headboard of my bed. She sat up in a jolt, her eyes narrowed and her eyebrows crinkled in the middle. "Thats not funny, this is a real issue here!" She growled, pointing to her bob. It really didn't suit her, and some of the ends were uneven. Should I point that out to her? Nah; I'd let her figure it out herself. "This is a real problem! And you know what, as your future wife, I think you should be concerned aswell! When are you going to stop behaving like a child and just realise you care about me? Maybe even love me?" I coughed; did she really just say that?? "Uh, How about never? Is never good for you?" I stood up and walked over to the door, holding it open for her to leave. "Leave. Now." I ordered her. She sighed heavily. "Dev, whether you like it or not, we're engaged. You're going to have to face up to your feelings for me sometime." She walked over to me and put a hand on my chest, looking up at me with those creepy, googley eyes of hers and batting her eyelashes. "You're saying these words and it sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're saying," I said sarcastically, keeping my face serious. "Let me say this in a way you'll understand; L-E-A-V-E." I opened the door wider. She dropped her hand and gave me a puppy dog look, obviously trying to send me on a guilt trip. "Fine," She murmured, stepping out of the room and turning to face me. "I hope you know you--" I slammed the door in her face and began to rub my temples. God, she was annoying. I'd never seen anything like it. A soft knock at my door made me freeze up and stiffly turn around. This woman was getting o my last nerve... "Camilla, I don't know what your problem is, but I'm sure its hard to pronounce--" I broke off when I opened the door to see Kestrel standing there; she looked like something was bothering her. I backtracked. "Oh, Kestrel, Sorry, I thought you were Camilla. Whats up? Did something happen?" I stepped aside to let her in, and closed the door behind her when she did.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Oct 2, 2010 22:32:44 GMT
i heard them sayEXACT OPPOSITES ATTRACTif that’s a fact it shouldTAKE TASK FORCE TO BRING YOU BACK I stepped inside, almost sitting down on the bed but catching myself before I did. After what I'd just seen, like hell was I going to be in a bed with him. I'd decided Devlin deserved the benefit of a doubt. I'd see how Devlin reacted before I started bringing in the rape charges. "I needed -- I mean, I saw --" I broke off. No, Devlin hadn't done anything to me. He was too gentle with me. But then again, he was a demon. A killer. Soulless. No, I had to prove myself wrong. I had to... I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly to me. "I'm sorry," I whispered into his neck. "I'm sorry I don't love you," I kissed his shoulder, thinking back to my dream. You will love me... he'd said in the dream. I repressed a shudder. I gripped the back of his shirt tighter and burried my face into it. I was such a horrible person. If I had driven him to that, how horrible had I been? Leading him on and just crushing him like that? I felt awful. "I'm so sorry," I whispered. I should go. I'd go. I turned to leave again.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Oct 3, 2010 11:16:31 GMT
I-- wait, what?? What had just happened? "Is-is your head on straight? What are you sorry for?" I muttered, soundng a little worried as I stepped in front of her to look her in the eyes. She had a look of sorrow in her face, and I could see in her eyes something was eating at her. Like her behaviour wasn't proof enough. "What brought this on? Did I do something?" My voice went up an octave. If ever I was a confused individual, it was now. I swallowed; she was sorry she didn't love me?? I hadn't seen that one coming. Wait a second, did that hurt? I rubbed my chest softly; oh jeez, yeah, it did. Stupid feelings; Gah! Sometimes I wished I could bring back my soullessness, but to be honest, I didn't feel soulless at all. I didn't know if maybe I'd always been this way and hadn't acknowledged it, or if her plan to change me into a 'good man' had caused some sort of emotion in me to make itself known. This bothered me; was I soulless like they all believed or not? "Kes, I dunno what the hell is going on in that mind of yours, but I think its time to up your meds or something coz you're making no sense whatsoever." Was this a woman thing? Ugh, I hoped not.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Oct 3, 2010 13:24:04 GMT
"It's just -- I think I remembered something," I grimaced. "And I think you -- I mean, have you ever hurt me? Maybe you'd been drinking or something, I don't know, but I think I saw you--" "DEVLIN!" Nathanials bellowing echoed up to us. I could hear someone else... Was that Giles? I abandoned what I'd been about to ask Devlin and hurried to the landing, looking down the stairs to the great hall where Giles and Mickey were standing facing a hoard of angry vampires. Giles was holding up a cross, stopping the vampires from getting any closer. "We know she's here--" "Giles?" I asked, hesitating but walking down the stairs, past the vampires, so I was standing between the two places. Not a great position to be in -- I could feel the hostility rolling off both sides. "What's going on?" I asked. The vampires hissed and I noticed Mickey's hand clench into a fist. "DEVLIN!" Nathanial bellowed again, until Devlin appeared at the top of the stairs. "Where is she?" Nathanial demanded of a hurt looking Devlin. I felt a pang of guilt. "We think Anya may have spoken to Camille," Giles explained. "Camilla," I corrected him, and then hesitated. Vengance demons were creatures that usually hung around broken hearted girls, talked to them, and usually waited until the broken hearted girl made a wish about their ex or current lovers. And Anya was good at her job. She could turn a girl from saying, "I wish he would love me," Into "I wish his skin would boil at 50,000 degrees and his eyeballs would sink out of his sockets." And if Camilla had made a wish to a Vengance Demon, I think I knew exactly who she'd make it about...
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Oct 3, 2010 15:46:37 GMT
"Who? Anya?" I leaned against the railing, looking down at them all. This was something you didn't see everyday; a horde of related vampires, all being held back by the slayers boyfriend and watcher. "DON'T pretend like you don't know whats going on," My father growled up at me. I shrugged. "DON'T shout." I mimicked his tone of voice. "I'm not pretending. I don't know where she is." I told him honestly. "And I just saw Camilla not ten minutes ago. She's probably sulking in her room." I sighed. She wouldn't talk to a vengence demon, would she? Chances are they were all over-reacting. "Did you hurt her, Devlin? What did you say to her last?" My mother stood beside my father. I wanted to believe that was a concerned look she had on her face, but I knew better than that. "You're not seriously thinking Camilla, the same Camilla who has her mind set out on marrying me Camilla, is plotting to have my eyes fall out of their sockets with a vengence demon,are you?" I raised my eyebrows. None of them said anything. "Shame on you all." I murmured under my breath. "Fine! I'll go find her." I growled, rolling my eyes and making my way to her room. The door was closed, as per usual. I barged in anyways, and seeing Anya there on the bed with a teary Camilla shouldn't have come off as such a shock the way it did. Camilla stood up, her eyes were puffy and swollen, as though she'd been crying for a while. She looked also... Angry...? I swallowed and straightened up. I'd had enough of crying women these past two days.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Oct 3, 2010 16:00:15 GMT
"Kestrel don't!" Giles followed me as I followed Devlin. Unsurprisingly, Camilla was crying in her room with Anya. "Kestrel stay back," Giles tried to pull me out of the room as I took the axe out of his hands. "That's alright, Giles," Anya smiled as she stood up too, her face twisting demonically and her eyes becoming red. "Kestrel has a job to do. And so do I," Her eyes focused on Devlin. I swung the axe casually in my hand as I stepped in front of Devlin and Giles. Anya stepped in front of Camilla. "It doesn't have to end this way," I told her soberly. I didn't enjoy hen I had to fight against my friends. "No, it doesn't," She smiled, "you can always surrender," she shrugged, circling me. I carefully placed myself between her and Devlin. "I'm sorry," I murmured, swinging for her head. She ducked and got behind me; I swerved and avoided her attack. "Camilla, what did you wish for?" I demanded as I dodged another of Anya's attacks. "I wished that Devlin would know how I feel; he'd know what it's like to not get the person he wants," She smirked. "What the hell kind of wish is tha--" I started, but was cut off when Anya slammed me into Camilla's wardrobe. "Ah," I gasped. After being thrown into that headstone yesterday, my back was not appreciating this fight. Why would Camilla make a wish like that? I mean, how was Anya supposed to know how much pain to put him in to feel tha-- Oh. Oh. Anya's attacks weren't meant for Devlin. "Take it back!" I ordered Camilla as I used both hands to put on the ceiling light to hoist my feet off the ground and give Anya a very well deserved kick in the teeth. I'd dropped my axe when I'd been thrown into the wardrobe. Anya got up again and grabbed me by the hair, throwing me into the desk. Ugh, she was strong. "TAKE IT BACK!" I yelled at Camilla again, throwing my fist at Anya's face. Jinny, you hear me? I sent the mental message flying for my friend. Yeah, I hear you, I heard her voice clearly in my mind. I need a favour, I ducked under Anya's fist when she threw another punch at me.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Oct 3, 2010 18:45:08 GMT
"I wished that Devlin would know how I feel; he'd know what it's like to not get the person he wants" Camillas words rang in my ears. Anya wasn't fighting Kestrel to get her out of her way so she could hurt me, was she? She was fighting her to get rid of her so I couldn't have the person I wanted. Oh, that was cold... Kestrel ducked when Anya swung a fist at her. Why wasn't I doing anything? My movements were a blur as I grabbed Anyas shoulders and focefully slammed her body down hard on the desk. Camilla gasped and Anya snarled. "Camilla, I swear, if you don't take it back you'll be just killing any chances you have of me ever loving you," Those were very slim chances, but I'd leave that part out. Anya dug her foot into my stomach, kicking me back with tremendous force. I hit off the wall, just as Anya took another swing for Kestrel and, this time, she didn't miss. "Devlin, you and I both know you don't mean a word you say when it comes to how you feel," She had her eyebrows raised high when Anyas attack meant for Kestrel, backfired and her fist collided with my jaw. Ow; God, she had knuckles of steel that one.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Oct 3, 2010 19:46:15 GMT
Anya punched Devlin full force in the jaw. "NO!" Mickey snarled when Anya went for me, but she used her magic to send him flying back. Then she turned back to me, and picked up my axe. "You know, I've always wanted to kill a slayer," Anya sighed wistfully, turning the axe in her hand. She raised the axe above her head. "OMELDA!" An exhausted looking Jinny sent a wave of colourful purple light blasting at Anya, who fell to the ground, unconscious. I groaned as I pulled myself to my feet. Jinny helped me up. "Consider us even for you saving me last year," She smiled as I leaned on her. I wrapped my best friend in a huge hug. "Thank God for witches," I sighed, looking down at Anya. "What now?" I asked. "Zompelda," Jinny released her rose powder onto Anya and she disappeared. "She'll be safe at the library." "I'll hurry to get there before she wakes up," Giles hurried out of the room. I helped Devlin to his feet. He was bleeding badly. "She kicked your ass," I commented, as Jinny convinced the other vampires to get out of the room. Camilla curled into a ball on the floor and started to cry. "Kestrel," Jinny called to me. I recognised the look in her eyes, She was going to have to take away Anya's powers. "Do it," I nodded. I supported Devlin and helped him back to his own room. That damn Camilla... I knew I still had a vengance demon after me. This wasn't over yet. "Lie down," I ordered Devlin, who was still bleeding badly. Of course, vampires didn't have bathrooms, so where was I supposed to get a wet cloth? A dry one would have to do. I got an old cloth and put it against his bleeding head. "You shouldn't have jumped in like that," I sighed.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Oct 3, 2010 20:34:17 GMT
She went to get a cloth and I raised my eyebrows tauntingly when she told me to lie down. I did not like her tone of voice. "Hey, what else was I supposed to do?" I sighed, fighting against the cloth. "Is that really necessary? This isn't so bad." I frowned at the bloodied up cloth in her hand. "You're bleeding," I commented, looking at her swollen lip. I could smell it. I held my breath, as you do, and used my thumb to gently wipe the blood drop away. Stupid Camilla... And I'd defended her and all infront of my family. Gah, I was such an idiot sometimes. "So what now?" I asked, looking up. "With Anya? What happened back there?" I still wasn't sre I understood. I felt like I was missing out.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Oct 3, 2010 20:54:57 GMT
"Jinny sent her to the library, but as soon as she comes to she'll be out for me again," I sighed as he fought against the cloth. "Stop -- Devlin stop it," I ordered him firmly, catching his wrist when he tried to push the cloth away from his face. I gave up, putting the cloth down, defeated by his persistent stubborness. When he let his guard down I tackled him again, finally getting the last of the blood off his face. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" I raised my eyebrows, smiling down at him, happy that he was no longer all bloody. I knew that my lip had stopped bleeding, and I was grateful for that. My smile faded when I realised how close we were. I retreated a little, putting the cloth down again. I brushed my hair behind my ear and stood up, sighing as I walked over to his window and looked out at the stars, remembering how when I was young I wanted to discover a supernova or something. And then I found out I was the slayer... I looked out into the back of their house. I'd never actually been in their gardens before. "What happened between you and your family?" I asked quietly when I felt him behind me. "Why do they look down on you? You're so much better than the rest of them..." I sighed. It didn't make a lot of sense to me.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Oct 4, 2010 17:46:12 GMT
I was standing behind her, watching her lips move as she asked the question that made my face fall into a deep frown. I sighed. I din't want to have to tell her the truth... "I don't care much for being told what to do, nor do I like vampirism that much. They don't like those two facts," I told her. They were both true statements, but not the real reason they dispised me so much. "They just don't like me because I'm different." I stole that line straight out of a movie I'd seen. Couldn't remember which though. Suddenly, I didn't feel like company. Her question just brought about these memories... Ones I'd worked to forget through the years. I was twelve, I was reckless... Seventeen vampires rode deep into the Blackmount forrest, all on their own steeds. I was one of the seventeen, a child of only twelve. My brother, Leon, was sixteen and much handsomer than I. Braver too. My father admired this, and he was only insisted I come along on their journey to aid my 'whimpiness', as my younger sisters would say. "Father, why are we attacking the tribe now? What did they do to us?" I looked up to meet Nathanials heavy frown, the rainwater obscuring my vision when it entered my eyes. I blinked away the water, trying to fight the stinging. "The rain, its hurting my eyes." I complained looking down to my reins. "Devlin, how do you ever expect to become a proper vampire, when such a small pain such as ain in the eye makes you cower so?" My father did nothing to hide the disappointment and disgust in his voice. Being a young boy of twelve, this only caused my confidence to be depleted further than it already had. My father hated me, as did my mother. My brother only followed their example, recognising he could get away with terrorising me to the point where I cried from fraustration and neglect. My father would watch Leon hurt me, and he would laugh. My pain made my father laugh... Constantly my mother would fuss over me, and not in the loving nature a mother should. She would scold me, tell me I was useless and would amount to nothing. I felt her words stab me deep in my heart. In my soul... Jessami tells me vampires don't have souls. Why do I feel these things then? What purpose do these emotions serve me, other than the fuellig my parents disappointment towards me as both a vampire and son? "I'm sorry father, I just feel--" "NO Devlin, we do not feel. It is not normal to our kind. Why do you keep insisting upon these false feelings?" My father growled harshly. I sniffed. "Because I do feel them, father, I wish you would understand that!" I told him. Other vampres snickered as they overheard what I was saying. My father scowelled and dropped his voice. "Devlin, you are a disgrace." He turned his steed to join the others, leaving me on a diferent trail. I felt a lupm in my throat, but I swallowed against it. No, I wasn't supposed to feel. I was soulless, a demon. My father was right; they were all right! I was a disgrace and a disappointment to them all... My horse lost its balance on a steep downhill, sending both me and it rolling through the thick, wet, forrestry. I cried out in pain as my leg hit a rock. My father must be looking for me, my leg hurt too much to walk. "Fath--!" I began, when a womans terrorised screams echoed trough the trees. I heard branches snapping and the smushing of wet leaves as she ran into the opening I was in. She burst through the trees. She was a tribal woman, one that my father intended to be rid of. Her eyes rested on me, probably recognising my pale skin and soulless eyes. She screamed and fell back into the mud. "Please, relax! I'm not going to hurt you!" I told her, inspecting my wounded leg. It stung. Her eyes followed my gaze and she saw the blood. She began to mumble in the tribe language, spitting at me. I wiped my brow free of spit and rain, looking up at her. So this is what it felt like to be hated by someone other than your family. She kicked up some dirt into my face, just as another vampire, one in my fathers army, joined the mix. "Devlin?" He looked to me, his eyes missing my leg as he advanced menacingly on the woman, his teeth bared. "You stopped her?" His eyes flashed between my face and hers. "Would you like to share?" He barred his teeth, ready to bite deep into her neck. I knew it wasn't my heart, ut it felt as though it had skipped a beat in fear. I acted on impulse, grabbing a rock and flinging it at the demon. My hand covered my mouth in shock. Did I just do that?! The vampire turned on me, his eyes glowing a demonic red. "You little traitor," He snarled, kicking the woman in the shin and snappig her bone in two. She fell to the ground, gasping for air as he pain pulsated through her body. I swallowed; the vampire was flexing his hands as he walked closer to where I lay in the mud. "I think you're father might thank me for this," He pulled me to my feet by my soaked hair, my leg objecting strongly to the movement. I reacted quickly, hoisting my injured leg upwards as my knee crippled his sensatives. He doubled over, both of us falling to the ground in pain. I felt anger... Such deep, flaming fury burn in the space where I had no soul. My knuckles turned bone white as I wrapped my fingers around a sharp edged rock. My face was twisted into a a ook of pure ferocity and hate for this man. Why did I feel?! I took out my anger on his face, pelting it repetedly with the stone until it was no longer recognisable. The woman watched in horror as I broke a nearby branck in half, and dove it straight through the vampires heart. He turned to dust; I realised what I'd done. "Devlin," My fathers calm voice said from behind. I spun, feeling myself being weighed down by the look of anger and disgust in his eyes. "You disgrace the name of vampire. I am ashamed to say that I fathered you. I am a laughing stock because of you. I'll never be happy to call you my son." I felt my eyes well up as I dropped the rock in my hand, letting my head fall in shame. I felt shocked, when I wanted to feel nothing. The woman screamed as Gualtier grabbed her by the skin on her neck and hoisted her into the air. He barred his teeth hungrily as he pulled her neck to his lips. "NO!" I bellowed, my hand reaching for her invouluntarily. I had just killed one of my kind to save her life. The end, for her, came anyways. I felt my mind draw a blank as my hand fell into the mud. That was when I realised, I would never be enough. I would try though, I'd try my damndest. I'd been staring into blank space. Kestrel looked concerned. "I'm just different." I looked down. Alot has changed from then, and I knew I was just going back to that Devlin who'd killed Harrison all those years ago. It was Kestrels fault too; she'd brought up the emotions I'd been trying to bury for over fourty years...
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Oct 4, 2010 18:29:55 GMT
I sighed. I had the feeling that Devlin didn't want my company anymore. "I think I'm going to go," I turned to face him. His cold silver eyes were sad. "I'm glad you're different," I smiled weakly. "Even if you wish you weren't. I'm glad we're friends," I kissed his cheek and walked out past him, closing the door behind me. I breathed in the fresh air as I went back to Theta Pi. I took a long relaxing shower, enjoying the water just running over me. I got out and wrapped a towel around myself, pulling my hair back into a ponytail. When I stepped back into my room I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Jinny sitting on my bed. "You scared me," I exhaled, walking to my drawer and pulling out some shorts and a vest shirt. "What's up?" I asked, as my best friend looked the other way so I could get dressed. "I had a vision," She murmured exhastbertly. "I think it would be best if Tom stayed with me tomorrow night," She looked back to me when I was done dressing. I looked back at her, confused. "Devlin's going to come over," She explained, "But that's all I saw," She added hastilly, before she left. Sigh. Why did Jinny do that? I lay down in my bed that night and Tom slept close to me, murmuring about feeling sad. When I woke up, it was seven the next evening. Tom wandered off to Jinny's and I brushed my teeth and flopped back onto my bed, thinking. I heard the door handle click. "Tom, Jinny told you t--" I broke off, sitting up and seeing Devlin in the doorway. Ah, so Jinny's premonition was right. "Devlin," I breathed. Jeez, he looked like hell. I stood up off the bed to greet him. He stank like vodka. "Have you been drinking?" I asked, confused. Why wasn't he saying anything?
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