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Promise to post Pierce's CS asap!
Evelyn spent most of her day at work ignoring whispers and stares. How had so many people figured out that she had taken in Mithias? She had managed to answer a few questions from her coworkers. Why do you look so tired? I took care of that man last night, and as he was rather hurt it took all night. Was he a vampire? Vampires aren’t real. Did he bite you? If he did do you think I would be here, out in the sun, talking to you?... The last one got the girls to hush with disapproving glares at her, but Evelyn was too tired to really care. After all, she did have a friend now, as odd and secretive as the friendship had to be. She didn’t mind. She had no idea if Mithias would be by tonight or not, but she knew it was possible and looking forward to such a visit made her day go by more swiftly.
By afternoon though, she was trying to fall asleep standing up. She excused herself to the girls and said she had to go get some rest, and would organize the tax and debt section of literature as punishment for going home early today, tomorrow. They bid her farewell curtly, and Evelyn simply smiled and walked out. She walked briskly back towards her home, finding not so many stares and whispers out and about in town, which help ease tension in her shoulders from work. And of course, when she got home, the silence was rather abundant. Normally it felt cold, but today she reveled in it. She sighed contentedly and laid herself across the couch, nuzzling a throw pillow fondly before drifting off.
When Evelyn awoke, it was dusk, and she actually was awakened by a knock. Frowning slightly and then yawning, she mentally scolded herself for sleeping the day away like that. At least whoever it was knocking had helped her to wake up before it got terribly late. It was still grey outside though, that pretty grey casting of the air before the sun officially slides below the horizon, and Evelyn realized the knocking was on the back door. Mithias? she thought to herself with a frown, wondering who would be at her home, and then, who would use the backdoor?
She pulled herself up and walked to a mirror, freshening up slightly before hurrying to the dorr and opening it wide. ”Hello…” she said. But there was no one there. Frowning, she peeked her head out. She saw no one. She looked utterly confused as she stepped out of her house and down the steps, leaning this way and that. How was this possible? Was she imagining the knocking?
Shaking her head, Evelyn walked back inside and shut the door behind her, locking it. Something inside her, an instinct like a deer whose nose twitched when a hunter drew his bow silently back, made her feel afraid. Something was off. Something wasn’t right. She was on edge and had no idea why, but something told her to get away. She tried to ignore it, telling herself she was safe inside her home, when she turned around, took a few steps, and then gasped audibly before jumping back a few strides. Sitting at her dining room table was a man. His skin glowed it was so pale, his yellow, animal like eyes piercing the dusky dimness of the room, and his brittle looking hair slicked back. His form was probably 6’4”, 240 lbs of muscle as he rose from his sitting position and looked at her. His serious look slowly formed into a shark like smile. It was hungry… and terrifying. Evelyn’s back hit the wall, blue, innocent eyes showing her fear she could not conceal.
”Who are you?” she whispered softly, her voice not shaking, but not sounding very confident. The man slid around the table and began walking towards her.
”My name is Pierce Cline, Miss de Winter. And I’ve been watching you.” His voice had the softness of velvet and the intensity of a fire, all wrapped in one. The type of voice that prevented you from doing anything but listening.
”Why? Why watch me?” she whispered again, looking confused, key pressed so tightly in her clenched hand, she was almost bleeding. Whatever comforting nature Mithias gave off, this man gave the opposite. He chuckled at her and still drew closer.
”Why not, dear? You are so terribly fascinating. So many humans today…(he sighed) they are improper. They gossip my dear. They drink. They tell charming lies to make themselves more interesting. My dear you do none of that. And that is what makes you so fascinating to me. You see lovely, I am a part of a group of vampires, as I’m sure you’ve guessed my species by now considering how sweetly you took in that rogue vampire last night.”
Evelyn swallowed hard at this point, eyes looking into this man’s as he finally stood in front of her. With the power of his presence she wanted to downcast her eyes, but they were so utterly locked on his.
”We do not have a name, but it is I, my mate Vanessa, and our friend James. It also included James’ mate until she was murdered by one of your vampire hunters as of late. And well… I like even numbers,” Pierce smiled.
”Please…” Evelyn whispered, tears beginning to swim in her eyes. He made a clicking sound with his tongue, eyebrows furrowing as he softly shushed her.
”Do not beg, darling. It does not become you,” he whispered, dipping his head before smelling her neck, the sweet scent of life, blood, and the lilac perfume of her skin. She took in a sharp inhale and the vampire bared his teeth, biting into her flesh. A scream escaped her, eyes shutting and tears falling down her face, but the scream died down almost instantly, Pierce holding her against the wall behind her.
By afternoon though, she was trying to fall asleep standing up. She excused herself to the girls and said she had to go get some rest, and would organize the tax and debt section of literature as punishment for going home early today, tomorrow. They bid her farewell curtly, and Evelyn simply smiled and walked out. She walked briskly back towards her home, finding not so many stares and whispers out and about in town, which help ease tension in her shoulders from work. And of course, when she got home, the silence was rather abundant. Normally it felt cold, but today she reveled in it. She sighed contentedly and laid herself across the couch, nuzzling a throw pillow fondly before drifting off.
When Evelyn awoke, it was dusk, and she actually was awakened by a knock. Frowning slightly and then yawning, she mentally scolded herself for sleeping the day away like that. At least whoever it was knocking had helped her to wake up before it got terribly late. It was still grey outside though, that pretty grey casting of the air before the sun officially slides below the horizon, and Evelyn realized the knocking was on the back door. Mithias? she thought to herself with a frown, wondering who would be at her home, and then, who would use the backdoor?
She pulled herself up and walked to a mirror, freshening up slightly before hurrying to the dorr and opening it wide. ”Hello…” she said. But there was no one there. Frowning, she peeked her head out. She saw no one. She looked utterly confused as she stepped out of her house and down the steps, leaning this way and that. How was this possible? Was she imagining the knocking?
Shaking her head, Evelyn walked back inside and shut the door behind her, locking it. Something inside her, an instinct like a deer whose nose twitched when a hunter drew his bow silently back, made her feel afraid. Something was off. Something wasn’t right. She was on edge and had no idea why, but something told her to get away. She tried to ignore it, telling herself she was safe inside her home, when she turned around, took a few steps, and then gasped audibly before jumping back a few strides. Sitting at her dining room table was a man. His skin glowed it was so pale, his yellow, animal like eyes piercing the dusky dimness of the room, and his brittle looking hair slicked back. His form was probably 6’4”, 240 lbs of muscle as he rose from his sitting position and looked at her. His serious look slowly formed into a shark like smile. It was hungry… and terrifying. Evelyn’s back hit the wall, blue, innocent eyes showing her fear she could not conceal.
”Who are you?” she whispered softly, her voice not shaking, but not sounding very confident. The man slid around the table and began walking towards her.
”My name is Pierce Cline, Miss de Winter. And I’ve been watching you.” His voice had the softness of velvet and the intensity of a fire, all wrapped in one. The type of voice that prevented you from doing anything but listening.
”Why? Why watch me?” she whispered again, looking confused, key pressed so tightly in her clenched hand, she was almost bleeding. Whatever comforting nature Mithias gave off, this man gave the opposite. He chuckled at her and still drew closer.
”Why not, dear? You are so terribly fascinating. So many humans today…(he sighed) they are improper. They gossip my dear. They drink. They tell charming lies to make themselves more interesting. My dear you do none of that. And that is what makes you so fascinating to me. You see lovely, I am a part of a group of vampires, as I’m sure you’ve guessed my species by now considering how sweetly you took in that rogue vampire last night.”
Evelyn swallowed hard at this point, eyes looking into this man’s as he finally stood in front of her. With the power of his presence she wanted to downcast her eyes, but they were so utterly locked on his.
”We do not have a name, but it is I, my mate Vanessa, and our friend James. It also included James’ mate until she was murdered by one of your vampire hunters as of late. And well… I like even numbers,” Pierce smiled.
”Please…” Evelyn whispered, tears beginning to swim in her eyes. He made a clicking sound with his tongue, eyebrows furrowing as he softly shushed her.
”Do not beg, darling. It does not become you,” he whispered, dipping his head before smelling her neck, the sweet scent of life, blood, and the lilac perfume of her skin. She took in a sharp inhale and the vampire bared his teeth, biting into her flesh. A scream escaped her, eyes shutting and tears falling down her face, but the scream died down almost instantly, Pierce holding her against the wall behind her.
I'd post again but I figured one of the others should =P
Keela sighed happily within the room, when she thought she heard Blake talking out in one of the other main rooms, and could hear Runa running around. She smiled and stood up, brushing herself off and walking into the main foyer area. "So, which room is everyone looking at you think?"
Ohhh ok. I thought there was a feature I wasn't utilizing, haha.
Yeah so I dunno how to react to any of it. I might just ignore it guys. Hope that's ok. And have Keela come out of the room to then start talking to anybody.
I don't know what to post... in my last post, I said Keela was by herself in a room she'd picked out, but then after I posted, Celest showed her a cub and glared at her, and Blake is talking to them together in one room...
Daily Evans was sneaking onto what looked like an army base. Surely one of these clowns had booze right? She had run out and was getting a little shaky. Stupid habit to acquire but she blamed it on the stupid abilities she had while drunk. That was a good excuse right? Get liquored up in order to fight ETs at your best? Sure it was. Her emerald green eyes peered through the chain link fence surrounding the place, her blonde hair a little bit of a stand out among the green brush but oh well, what was she going to do about it? She narrowed her eyes and held onto her bag tighter. Grabbing a loose piece of fence that had come off of the post it was supposed to be attached to, she quietly (okay, not as quietly as she would have liked) began to roll it back. She could only get a hole barely big enough for her to fit through. Growling to herself, she got onto her haunches and whispered to herself. ”One, two, three,” and with that, dove through the whole. Bad thing was, her hole ridden skinny jeans, thanks to more accidents than she could account for, caused her to get hung up when the fencing bounced back into place. She was laying half inside the fence and half outside it, on her stomach and legs hanging out still in the brush. ”Fan-freaking-tastic,” she mumbled.
”What do you think you’re doing?” a slightly amused male voice came from her right. Tilting her head up, a look of Great… ran across her face. She struggled but eventually flipped over as a man in uniform walked up to her and looked down at her with an eyebrow raised. She smiled brightly and put her hands under her head as if she were simply relaxing and had all the time and innocence in the word.
”Nothin’ Ace. Just wanted to visit the latrine… The woods is no place for a lady, you know,” she said. Covered in dirt smudges, with a heavy jacket and smeared tanktop, heavy leather boots and stuffed duffel bag, she didn’t look much the part of a lady. The officer nodded, a look on his face that said he didn’t believe her for a second.
”Ah ha. I see. Well, how about we get you onto the base then, miss…? “ he trailed off.
”Evans, sir, Daily Evans,” she said in a mocking tone, phony salute towards him and all before smirking playfully. The officer’s eyes lit up in a sort of recognition that made Daily frown slightly. ”What?” she said, sounding a bit hateful in her tone.
”We got a letter to give a Daily Evans when they showed up here,” he said, reaching down to help her get unstuck from the fence and pull her through.
”Welp, if this is the only place with booze in a 10 mile radius, someone just knows me too well,” she grinned, getting up and brushing herself off. ”Thanks buddy,” she said, sarcastic tone still at play, walking with the man to go get the letter.
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Daily had now made her way towards the meeting place disclosed in the letter she’d received, the gift of a bottle of scotch from the officer who had initially found her now safely in her bag. She had debated a lot with herself about whether or not to come to this stupid thing, but finally decided why not? She could handle her own after all in case it was an elaborate trap. She only hoped she wasn’t going to be the only one to show up. Losers might skip out. And then she’d be left to do this mission on her own… Cowards!
She continued to march until she was sure she was where this so called ‘mission’ was supposed to take place, stopping a little on the outskirts. She stuffed the map in her bag and cocked her hand gun, holding it lazily pointed at the ground. She knew she was early, and didn’t get too close to the landing pad to avoid being detected until whoever else would show up arrived. For now, she was cool with biding her time. She pulled out the bottle tore off the top, sipping it and waiting in the forest.
”What do you think you’re doing?” a slightly amused male voice came from her right. Tilting her head up, a look of Great… ran across her face. She struggled but eventually flipped over as a man in uniform walked up to her and looked down at her with an eyebrow raised. She smiled brightly and put her hands under her head as if she were simply relaxing and had all the time and innocence in the word.
”Nothin’ Ace. Just wanted to visit the latrine… The woods is no place for a lady, you know,” she said. Covered in dirt smudges, with a heavy jacket and smeared tanktop, heavy leather boots and stuffed duffel bag, she didn’t look much the part of a lady. The officer nodded, a look on his face that said he didn’t believe her for a second.
”Ah ha. I see. Well, how about we get you onto the base then, miss…? “ he trailed off.
”Evans, sir, Daily Evans,” she said in a mocking tone, phony salute towards him and all before smirking playfully. The officer’s eyes lit up in a sort of recognition that made Daily frown slightly. ”What?” she said, sounding a bit hateful in her tone.
”We got a letter to give a Daily Evans when they showed up here,” he said, reaching down to help her get unstuck from the fence and pull her through.
”Welp, if this is the only place with booze in a 10 mile radius, someone just knows me too well,” she grinned, getting up and brushing herself off. ”Thanks buddy,” she said, sarcastic tone still at play, walking with the man to go get the letter.
Daily had now made her way towards the meeting place disclosed in the letter she’d received, the gift of a bottle of scotch from the officer who had initially found her now safely in her bag. She had debated a lot with herself about whether or not to come to this stupid thing, but finally decided why not? She could handle her own after all in case it was an elaborate trap. She only hoped she wasn’t going to be the only one to show up. Losers might skip out. And then she’d be left to do this mission on her own… Cowards!
She continued to march until she was sure she was where this so called ‘mission’ was supposed to take place, stopping a little on the outskirts. She stuffed the map in her bag and cocked her hand gun, holding it lazily pointed at the ground. She knew she was early, and didn’t get too close to the landing pad to avoid being detected until whoever else would show up arrived. For now, she was cool with biding her time. She pulled out the bottle tore off the top, sipping it and waiting in the forest.
Voltus_Ventus said
Very comprehensive, I like it.
Yaaay ^_^
Can PMs be between more than 2 people? Sorry I haven't used the function to talk to 2 people in one conversation before.
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