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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jul 9, 2004 11:20:18 GMT -5
"Orange juice," I hissed to the barman.
"And for your friend?"
"I must be drinking way too much orange juice. Get her something strong."
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Jul 9, 2004 14:57:15 GMT -5
I just continued to look at this girl.
Charlette is what I think she said her name was when I came in. I thought.
Vampires kill alot of people and do cause people pain but it's the same as when people kill cattle. It's just one sick circle of life. Now I'm just thinking to my self great.
I stood their wanting to say something but nothing came to mind.
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Post by Charlotte on Jul 9, 2004 16:54:54 GMT -5
Jessy came back with a drink for me. Normally I'd never let anyone get me a drink, I'm far too cautious, but I really needed one now. I didn't even stop to wonder how she'd got it when we were both so clearly underage-hell I'd never been able to get a drink in England let alone the States-I merely downed it. There was an awkward silence, they had been given half an explanation but I wanted mine, only once I knew would I even allow myself to think about what to do next.
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Post by Maya on Jul 9, 2004 17:08:23 GMT -5
"Del?" I said quietly.
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Post by Aredhel on Jul 9, 2004 20:45:54 GMT -5
I didn't look around the group, didn't sigh, didn't falter. I kept my gaze, unwavering and strong, on Charlotte. I bared my soul to her then, my pain and guilt, not caring if she accepted it, only wanting her to see it.
"I killed her because I was mad, driven insane by the demon inside me. I was an elf, long ago, of the noblest house of elves. I fought the demons, the pure demons, the original rulers of this world. I fought them to my death, but not before the death of the ones I held dear. My husband, my love, killed in front of me. My daughter, barely 200 years, brutally murdered before my very eyes. And then, the last pure demon mixed his blood with mine. And you ask me why I did one deed?"
I almost spat, out of disgust and anger. She was not the only victim, neither here nor anywhere else. She was not the only person I had hurt, nor would she undoubtedly be the last. But she asked, and I would not lie. Not to her.
"My heritage allowed me to keep my soul, and that is the reason I sit here now, with them, but my soul is broken. Every second of every hour of every day of every century of every age of this earth, my soul fights a battle with the demon inside, and I am sad to say that, sometimes, the demon wins. I killed your mother because there is something inside me that is evil, pure, uncontrolled evil, and it had taken hold of me. I killed her, because, in my madness and anguish, I thought I was protecting my own daughter, my beautiful Arelen, my noble star. I though that turning your mother would give her the strength to do what I could not; to protect her child. But I did not see what I was doing; I did not see what I had become - a demon. I was controlled by the demon, and I believed its lies and deceit. I believed that what I was doing would help the world, would avenge my child." I paused, my next words barely above a whisper, "And I was wrong."
I was still staring at her, calm, collected. Cold, even, some might think. I was never one to show emotion, not to cry or scream. I would not show weakness, not to her. Not to anyone. There was silence at the table, and I took that as my cue to finish my tale beyond question.
"That is the truth," I said, standing up, still looking straight at Charlotte. "Do with it what you will." With one final look at the girl I had hurt so badly, I turned away from the table, meeting no one else's eye, and walked towards the exit.
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Post by Azoth (Kyler) on Jul 9, 2004 21:03:43 GMT -5
I walked in with Toraan, Garroc still at the graveyard, Toraan invisible... (and me with skin, clothes, and a really long glove on)
I saw the group, and the newcomer, immediately I could see the hatred she had towards Aredhel... but why?
'Go after her...' Toraan said in my mind.
I decided not to disobey him, I didn't know why he wanted me to, but I followed her out, to find out why she was so upset.
'I will stay here with everone else, and gather information... besides, it is a chance for me to get to know these people!' He said in my mind.
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Post by Charlotte on Jul 10, 2004 9:32:31 GMT -5
“Wait.” I called out and two figures stopped. I hesitated; something had made me call out, something I was struggling to define. The look on the vampire’s face maybe, or something else about her was making me think, hard. I could tell that she was struggling with what she did and it was painful for her to admit it. Yet she did. She told me her whole story and I could not have claimed my right to humanity if I had not felt sympathy stir inside me as she spoke. Yet my vengeful streak was not satisfied, there was something in the way she looked at me, some kind of defiance that told me my loss was just another mistake, just one of many tragedies and that I couldn’t accept. I couldn’t see that the action which changed my life, which took away my childhood, came from any strain of goodness, nor that it was not significant to its perpetrator.
She stared at me and both of us refused to look away. I don’t know what I had expected to see when I looked my mother’s killer in the eye but I had not imagined there to be the flame of a soul which burned within Aredhel. Something was changing inside me, emotions long dormant were awaking and I realised what was happening.
I had been five years old when my mother was killed. I had been in a state of shock for several days, no food, no tears, no talk. She had no funeral, no memorial so I would sit and stare at the place she had been, when she had been reduced to a pile of dust. After that I had been intent on revenge. My father taught me as he would his own slayer, I studied with his colleagues and perfected my skills, all in order to kill the one vampire who was now standing in front of me, baring her soul. And I couldn’t do it. I was exhausted, physically drained and mentally reeling from all that had happened. Tears leaked out of my eyes for the first time since before my mother’s death and my need for vengeance receded. In its place was a sense of loss, of grief, delayed for so many years that it had surpassed the barriers I had built up. I was a child again and I was crying because I wanted my mother. I wanted the warmth of her hugs, the security of her scent and I cried because I would never have them again. I wanted to hear her voice, to see her face and to know, to know that she was ok. I wanted to tell her I loved her and I wanted to hear her tell me that she loved me, I had to know it because there was no one left in the world who could tell me they did.
“What happened?” I asked, choking out the words, not knowing if it was wise to ask but unable to stop myself. “ Did you hurt her? Did you talk? Did she say…did she mention…” I couldn’t continue but I got the feeling I didn’t need to.
((Sorry I keep doing really long posts, I don't mean to.))
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Post by Aredhel on Jul 10, 2004 16:58:28 GMT -5
((long posts are fun, especially when they're about powerful feelings... powerful feelings are fun))
I closed my eyes. Why did she have to ask that? I would not lie.
"Physically, I did nothing more than kill her. But yes, I spoke to her. We talked about you, actually; she loved you so much, child. She begged me not to hurt you, and for a while, I kept bringing it up, making her think you might be in danger, and I think, to her, as a mother, it was far worse than any physical means of torture. And it touched me, that love that she held for you, but it was her undoing. When I killed her, she was still saying your name, begging me not to hurt you."
I took an uneccessary breath, letting it out as a small sigh. I wished, so many times, that I could just go back and change it all. But wishing would do me no good and I had to face what I had done.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Jul 10, 2004 17:08:18 GMT -5
I stood their understanding each word that was exchanged. I know that the slayer in me fights the vampire but I also knew that the fight with in me was nothing compaired to the fight within Del.
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Post by Charlotte on Jul 11, 2004 13:45:20 GMT -5
I nodded. It was just a tiny action, something that didn’t have to mean anything but it meant so much. I was done asking questions. I had heard far more than I ever expected to and felt far more than I though I was capable of. I looked around at the group, taking them in properly for the first time and I wondered what they all had in common, what a vampire-slayer could possibly want with a werewolf and not knowing who half of them were. There was something about them that made me curious, normally I would have probably just attacked them all again but for some reason I didn’t want to and I didn’t have my weapon anyway.
“I didn’t catch your names” I said looking at the majority of them and as though that were some sort of signal they all crowded into the booth, all these people who had tried to help and who I had just brushed away, like everyone else. I found myself sandwiched between Jessy and the girl with seriously cool purple hair. Maya was on the other side of the table between Joshua and her…Del. She was right opposite me, still looking at me in a completely open fashion, nothing concealed from me. I smiled at her, just a small smile but it was enough. We had not crossed the treacherous gulf yet but we had built the bridge to do so.
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Post by Maya on Jul 11, 2004 17:00:35 GMT -5
I smiled at her, and took up my role of introducing everyone.
"I'm Maya." I said, not sure whether she knew it or not, "And you know Aredhel's name. This is Joshua, Jessy, Nicki, Doc, Rogue..." I went round the whole group, and Charlotte nodded obiediently, at least pretending to take it all in.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jul 12, 2004 2:36:06 GMT -5
Maybe she didn't need my help after all, I thought. Still...
"You're good," I said to Charlotte. "Real good. Watcher training, right?" She nodded, partially shocked that I'd figured that out. I gave a chuckle. "Who'd have thought those jokers could actually get something right."
The look said it all. I'd insulted someone important to her, and since it couldn't be her mum...
"Daddy was a Watcher," I surmised. "You took the training so you could get revenge on Del, only now, you can't do it. So all that's left are all the other vamps and demons out there, hm? Can you handle it little girl?" I sent a thought to Maya. Stay out. This was something I had to do. A test, if you will.
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Post by Tyrial on Jul 12, 2004 4:21:21 GMT -5
(((I'm soooooo sorry, but I just CAN'T help but interfere! I just have to do this.)))
'Ah, a new girl, looks bent on revenge! She could be useful! VERY useful.' I thought to myself as the barman walked out to empty the trash.
I looked over to him, 'here we go!' I thought excitedly.
[glow=red,2,300]"Hey..."[/glow] I called out to him, loud enough so he could hear me, but quiet enough so no-one inside could.
"yeah?" He replied.
I walked over to him, my hand turned green, [glow=red,2,300]"I need a little favour!"[/glow] I said, an evil look on my face.
a few seconds later, there was a green flash in his eye, which then dissapeared as he walked inside.
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Post by Charlotte on Jul 12, 2004 13:20:37 GMT -5
((Tyrial I have no idea what you’re planning but it sounds scary. Btw feel free to put me in any threads you like just maybe let me know-ahh it’s awful I’m addicted-d**n you Maya (well not really)))
He had hit a nerve. I thought that guy was gonna be alright, he had seemed to be on my side earlier but what he said…Ok I was impressed he figured it out but what the hell did he know about watcher’s? I had just begun to cool down, no more tears, no more uncontrollable shaking and the manners I had been taught were surfacing again but he lit the fire under me. I knew he was laying bait and I couldn’t help but rise to it.
“Who says I can’t take her?” Is said fiercely knowing that I was being d**ned stupid in drawing yet another fight, I didn’t have slayer stamina much as I had worked to achieve it and the night had already proved taxing. “What the hell do you know?” I was pissed off. I thought that I had issues with Del therefore it was my business to resolve them and I had taken a d**n big step towards doing so. No random guy had a right to mess that up but here one was doing just that and lighting my kinda short fuse at the same time.
I stood up, aggressive once again and several of the group stood up too, ready to stop whatever fight ensued. Before any of us had a chance to move though the barman walked in and our heads all turned to follow him, a sixth sense for the abnormal common to us all.
((Sorry I didn’t mean to become such a stereo-typical red-head, I wanted to be pretty much the opposite but oh well-I guess you’re just going to have to put up with me getting moody and argumentative for a little while longer.))
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Jul 12, 2004 14:25:40 GMT -5
"Okay. This has been an emotional day for Charlotte so lets let her have a place to stay for the night and cntinue this conversation tomarrow," I said to the group. "If she doesn't have a place to stay she can stay with me. I have plenty of spare rooms, and she wont hurt me, but she can try if she wishes."
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'I could so save the world if somebody handed me superpowers.'
