Riven Wight

Northwood Academy

Sure! Just keep me in the loop!

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Izzy stared at him dumbly. The child--or whatever he was--was either one good actor with the best make-up artist and special effects crew known to Hollywood, or was telling the truth. Though something deep inside her told her it was the latter, she was still rooting for a hidden camera crew to jump out and the boy to yell, “Gotchya!” and start explaining how they had simulated the flames. But, alas, none did. The hall around them remained eerily quiet save for a few creaks and groans from the weakening bones of the building.
Out of everything Cerasus said, one thing stuck out to her and rung in a loop through her mind: “our kind.”
“Our...” Izzy pulled herself slowly into a kneeling position. Suddenly, she noticed something. Rather, did not notice it. Since she woke, she had not felt the frantic beat of her heart in her chest, no matter how heightened her emotions got. “You... What did you do?” she hissed, enunciating each word slowly, her voice slightly higher than normal.

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When the searing pain disappeared in the shade as quickly as it had begun, Izzy stayed on the floor, propped up by her elbows. Though her body held no burns, her mind was still a step behind it. She stared, horrified, out at the evening sunlight beyond the crack in the door.
She tried to say something, but only unintelligible sounds escaped her mouth. Momentarily forgetting about the child, the sound of his voice startled her, and she scrambled a couple feet away, looking at him with wide eyes.
She stared at him a moment when he finished, unable to speak, her mind reeling. She took in the familiarity of his golden gaze.
“C-Cerasus?” she asked uncertainly, her voice quavering.

Northwood Academy

*Gasp! Runs after it.*

So, anyone want to do a collab with Zaylin? She's getting dusty.

An Introduction for a first-time RPer

@ClocktowerEchos
Oh my gosh. You're great. xD xD

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With her arm freed, Izzy pulled it to her and flexed her hand. Casting a quick glance around to be sure there were no immediate threats, she sat up, her knees bent in front of her, and rubbed her jaw, hoping to alleviate the ache in her mouth. Had she hit it, or something? For all she knew, she could have. She let out a slow breath as the cloudiness of sleep fogging her head slowly diminished.
She took a better look around the room, taking in the faded, peeling posters that had been left up, forgotten, and a chalkboard at the front of the room, a large crack cutting it almost in half. She tried to find a source of light, but there was none, making her brows furrow in confusion as she added the question of how she could see the room in the first place to her quickly growing list.
Turning her attention to the boarded-up windows, it dawned on her that she had no idea how long she had been out for. She reached into her pocket, hoping beyond hope she still had her phone--the device she always used to keep the time. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt its familiar form.
She quickly pulled it out to check the time. When the screen lit up, she flinched and blinked at its sudden brightness, then nearly dropped it; the lock screen displayed 6:04 PM, Saturday, June 18th.
“Three days?” she hissed, panic blooming in her chest. She had been unconscious for three days? Her parents must be worried sick!
Unlocking her phone, she found multiple missed calls and text messages from them, each increasing in worry. She hastily called her mother’s number back, and placed it to her ear. It rang a couple times, the ring jerky as it struggled to maintain a connection.
“Hello?” she said when the ringing stopped, but she received only a garbled mess from the other end. “Hello!”
The telltale beep of the call disconnecting rang loud in the silence of the room.
Izzy took a deep breath, trying to keep her growing panic at bay. She needed to get somewhere she could get a better signal. To get out of the school.
With the sleeping child offering no help, she got slowly to her feet. She looked to the child. Not wanting to leave him behind in case he was just as ill-informed as her, she decided she would make sure it was safe, find an exit while he slept, and come back for him.
“I’ll be back,” she told him. Without waiting for a response, she headed to the door.

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Though neither too heavy nor light, Izzy did her best prop him against her, the thick wetness of his blood on her hands making a shiver run down her spine. For a moment, Izzy feared the movement had been too much for him, what remained of his body limp against her. Then, he began to move. Holding her breath, she closed her eyes and turned her head, exposing as much of her neck to him as possible.
She inhaled through her teeth at the sharp pain that momentarily spiked near the base of her neck. The rest happened far quicker than she would have expected. Whether her stomach churned and heart rate quickened more from terror or blood loss, she could not say. As the edges of her vision blurred, she reached up to pry him lose and push him away, but her arms felt heavy, and the park around her was beginning to spin.
Before she could so much as place a weak hand on him, her chest heaving with short, panicky gasps, her world went black.

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Izzy groaned as consciousness slowly returned, the night a blurry memory, a dull headache lingering from a dream within a dream and an uncomfortable sleeping position. Until she realized that it was not the comfort of her bed beneath her, but a hard, rough floor.
Inhaling sharply, Izzy’s eyes snapped open. It had not been a dream. And, at least, she was still alive. But where was she?
She looked around from where she laid, taking in the rundown place, before she realized where she must be. After all, there were not very many abandoned schools in the area. Her clothes felt stiff, the fabric stained with dried blood where Cerasus had leaned. She groaned again and tried to sit up, to feel where the vampire had drained her, but she found her arm trapped within the grasp of an oddly dressed child, his weight preventing her from getting up.
She instinctively tried to pull her arm away, but he had stirred and gripped her arm tighter.
What in the world?
“Hey,” she said, rolling onto her side and tentatively nudging the boy with her free arm. “Wake up. Please wake up.”

An Introduction for a first-time RPer

@Shadow Daedalus
*Spreads arms wide above head, dressed in a ringmaster's outfit.* Welcome, welcome, welcome!

@ClocktowerEchos
I love the username!

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When the vampire did not immediately react, his glossy eyes unseeing, Izzy thought about saying something, when he started sniffing at her. Her muscles tensed as she waited for the bite that never came.
She looked at him with part relief and concern when his head returned to the ground. She blanched at his next request. She opened her mouth to protest, to say that that was not a part of the bargain, but he did not have the time to argue. And, she realized, the last thing she wanted was to watch someone die, vampire or otherwise, especially in such a brutal way.
“Okay,” she breathed, her heart racing in her chest. “I’m... I’m going to help you up.” Ignoring the smear of red he had left on her arm, she moved to do just that, to lean him against her. “But I swear,” she continued, her soft voice as shaky as her hands, “if you kill me, I’ll haunt you for eternity.”

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Izzy held her breath when Cerasus snarled, resisting the urge to back away. The anger on his face made any pity she had for him cower away. When he finally told her what had torn him apart, she nearly gave a sigh of relief. No one else would be in danger from vampire hunters, as far as she knew.
She took a deep breath when he asked for his part of the bargain, and nodded stiffly. Though she dreaded the thought of his fangs sinking into her skin, a deal was a deal. Unsure of what else to do, she sat her walking stick on the ground and quickly rolled up the sleeve of her scarred arm. Though she doubted it would do much with his limbs missing, at least she might be capable of easing the agony he indubitably felt in payment for his answer.
“Only because you said ‘please,’” she said in a meager attempt at calming her nerves as she moved closer. With her hand clenched into a fist, she placed her arm before him.