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| Topic Started: Jul 1 2008, 10:12 PM (398 Views) | |
| Daxton Bell | Jul 1 2008, 10:12 PM Post #1 |
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((Sorry for the crappy topic starter >.<" )) So, here he was. He was back in the city, back in dangerous territory. He had thought about venturing into even more treacherous territory, but had decided against it for that night. He could always visit the Farm later, when he was better prepared. Tonight, Daxton wasn't even planning on actually 'hunting'. It wasn't that he wasn't eager to hunt. Quite the opposite, actually. Daxton yearned to hunt, to kill every last one of the blood sucking pigs. He wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything. He relished in the task that he had bestowed upon himself. Daxton thought of nothing else! . . . But . . not tonight. Despite his eagerness, Daxton knew that if he started now, he would be defeated. He couldn't let his hunger for their demise cloud his thinking. Daxton had to plan out every little move that he was going to make. He had to perfect every detail in his strategy to kill them. He had yet to reach that point. No, tonight, would be for observation and exploration. Justice would come soon enough. As he walked, each or Daxton's steps made a soft "Click . . . Click . . .Click" when his boots came in contact with the pavement. Earlier that day, when he had arrived at the city, he had waisted no time in finding a little hole to hide in and keep his things. He hated the idea of hiding and living in a "hole", in fear of vampires finding him when he slept, but it was necessary if he were to accomplish his task. And Daxton would do anything to complete that task. He had left all of his things back in his hiding place except for the cloths on his back and his gun. He knew that a regular gun wouldn't do anything to vampires, that was why he had been working on modifying this gun to kill them. It had yet to reach that level, but he had changed it enough that it could at least wound a vampire. Although the more that he changed it, the more that it seemed to come alive. He was sure that as soon as he entered vampire territory it had warmed, as if thirsty for their blood. Eventually it would reach the point that he could kill them with his weapon. Daxton was sure of it. The corners of his lips curled up ever so slightly, forming a sickeningly sweet smile of satasfaction as he thought about the weapon, with which he would kill the beasts. It was all just a matter of careful planning and time. He continued walking, and with each of his footsteps the "Click . . .Click . . . Click" grew softer as he approached his destination for that night. The Castle Gardens. They were extensive and he had only explored then once in a very brief visit, before he had been . . interrupted. Daxton suspected that there would no doubt be vampires that visited the gardens as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon. His blue-green eyes flicked towards the sinking sun at the thought. It wouldn't take long. He returned his attention to the gardens, before stepping into them, his footsteps now, all but silent. He made his way deeper into the greenery, his hand absentmindedly going to rest on the pleasingly warm gun at his hip. It was all just a matter of time. |
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| Tuule | Jul 2 2008, 07:53 PM Post #2 |
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As sun as the sun had made its descent, Tuule had strolled out into the city. Her destination was the castle gardens. In all her years she had never visited it once but had heard loads about it. By the sounds of it the gardens were tranquil and would hopefully be a safe haven for her to think. It would be great not to be interrupted for once. As she rounded a corner and into unknown territory a scent caused her nostrils to flare. There was a human nearby. Why was it that they had a stronger scent than vampires? Maybe it was because they had evolved to seek them out as they were their only food supply. As she thought of the sweet nectar of life her tongue automatically ran itself along the sharp points of her teeth. But she did not feel like hunting tonight. She still had her mind set on thinking. The human was no threat to her and she felt sure that her presence would either chase it away or it would be killed. It must have been stupid to have come out at night in a haunt for vampires, or maybe he was looking for trouble. She made no change to her stride but listened carefully. Almost instantly her well tuned ears found the steady beat of a human heartbeat. That sound never ceased to shake of any gloom that wrapped itself around her. But it never lasted. After a few seconds she would begin to think of what could have been. She didn’t exactly regret being turned into a vampire but she just wished that she could have been older. Such a young body often found it hard to carry the strain of superior strength and speed. Over time she had learnt to deal with it and learn to use it to its advantage. It could work now. She may be able to fool this human into thinking that she was a lost human child but it was most probably that the human would have hardened their heart and not be fooled by such demises. After all, what child would have survived this long in a vampire ridden world? Her feet met a grass carpet and she looked around, pinpointing the human. He was quiet a way away but if he turned around she would have been in site. She did nothing to conceal herself though. There was no need. She doubted a mere human could beat her, a vampire of over 900 years. But her years as a vampire had taught her to expect the unexpected and be ready for anything. |
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| Daxton Bell | Jul 2 2008, 08:43 PM Post #3 |
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As Daxton strolled quietly deeper into the gardens he let his left hand lightly brush along the tops of the many bushes of flowers nonchalantly. His pace dragged on lazily, making it look like he might be some sort of lotus-eater. Of course, him, being a lotus-eater couldn't be any farther from the truth. He was always alert to danger and his senses were sharp . . . well, sharp by human standards. Daxton had learned to detect vampires through experience. He could usually feel when one came near, not from any sounds that it made, for most of the time they moved with a deadly silence, and not by any scent that they gave off, his nose was not nearly sensitive enough to pick out such a muted scent among the various others that filled the world around him. No, the ways that he could detect the presence of a vampire were . . different. Whenever one of the loathsome fiends approached everything would seem to go still and eerie, as if too terrified to even twitch. Of course, that isn't to say that Daxton had never been caught off guard by a vampire before, because he had, on a number of occasions, actually. It was just so hard to concentrate on the "stillness" when your heart was pounding in your ears. Luckily, he no longer relied solely on his own senses to detect a vampire. The metal of the gun under his right hand grew warmer by the second. For a moment, he thought he heard it hum softly, but Daxton was sure that it was his own anticipation that was playing tricks on him. The corners of his lips quirked up slightly, forming a half amused smirk as he let his hand fall from the weapon at his hip. Daxton had to remind himself again, that he wasn't planning on hunting that night. The male continued walking at the same leisurely pace until he came to stop in front of a decrepit bench. He paused, examining the old bench, almost as if he were trying to imagine what it might have looked like in its prime. After gazing at it for a couple moments longer, Daxton lowered himself to the seat and leaned back as he released a long sigh. Finally Daxton turned his lightly colored eyes up, to turn and look towards the entrance to the garden. He already knew what he would find standing there. He had known from the moment she approached without having to look at her. Of course it would have taken him a great deal longer to know that, had help not come from the weapon at his hip. Much to Daxton's displeasure, he found that he was beginning to rely more and more on his gun, but he couldn't ever bring himself to part with it, not even when he slept in the safety of the fort in the mountains. Now that he saw her, though, he was somewhat surprised. She wasn't the vicious beast he had imagined. She wasn't even fully grown. He knew that many--no, most--vampires looked more like humans than anything else. Many were more beautiful, more appealing in appearance than most humans. Even so, Daxton had not been expecting to face a child. He continued to scrutinize her from a distance, his dark brow automatically forming a delicate arch. Even if she were a child, he had to wonder how old she really was. That's one of the many things that irked him about their kind. You never knew how old they were! She didn't look like she wanted to cause trouble, but one never knew. He would just have remain extra cautious. Daxtion pulled his black jacket slightly closer around himself, to conceal his gun, though the way he did it made it look more like he was cold and just seeking a little extra warmth. Again, he focused on the girl and smirked. "Are you just going to stand there all night?" he asked, speaking loud enough that she would be able to hear him from how far back she was, but no louder. Daxton crossed his legs and leaned back on the bench farther, making it appear as if he were relaxing, and getting a little more comfortable. |
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| Tuule | Jul 2 2008, 09:10 PM Post #4 |
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Tuule listened to the lyrics with her head slightly to one side. He had not been fooled. He knew what she was; she was what they called a ‘bloodsucker’, or a ‘parasite’, words that infuriated her, caused her to growl like a dog. But no such words had been used yet tonight and she remained silent. Now what should she do with this human, should she kill it, capture it or play with? All options seemed tempting. Watching him appear to relax she grew suspicious. The only reason they ever relaxed was when there was a trap her experience had taught her. So she cast out with senses to try and find any sign of another. They came back blank and she doubted they had come up with a way to cloak themselves. Not feeling the need of a leisurely pace she reached the tree where he sat with what looked like one swift movement. Are you cold? She half mocked seeing that he had tightened his jacket around himself. He didn’t seem to be shivering though. Slowly she looked him up and down, taking in all the information she could. One thing was sure; he was definitely good looking, even for a human. He would make a brilliant vampire, she thought to herself and a slight smile spread across her kissers. They transformed her young face, making it look innocent, but as always it hid what she was thinking. That was another thing that was good about looking so young, the look of innocence that always stayed rooted to her very being. It was of course just another falsity. The child vampire felt slightly on edge as she tried to figure out what such an inferior creature was doing there. He must have had some sort of plan. But as nothing happened to suggest any danger she felt herself relaxing but didn’t ever stop learning form her surroundings and the strange human in front of her. A sudden thought occurred to her. She had been told stories of humans that deliberately went out to kill vampires and were often able to do it, of course that was only when they were of guard and weak, she thought, not wanting to think of any weaknesses her race might have. But it caused another thought to pass through her mind, who’s hunting who, human? The thoughts stayed in her head and were almost undetectable apart from a slight cloud of doubt passing across her orbs. But it was gone in an instant and you would have had to be looking to have seen it. As her eyes finished their tour of what was to be seen they seemed to fix their gaze on the human’s orbs, she had learnt that they were what were most likely to give things away. But she kept them ready to move at any movement the human might make and to what was around. |
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| Daxton Bell | Jul 2 2008, 09:42 PM Post #5 |
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His gaze followed her as she approached. He thought it . . . interesting no violence had erupted yet. Nothing had happened. When Daxton had first noticed her behind him a distance, he had thought that she might attack right away. Many vampires tended to do that. Then he had predicted that she might attack him when he looked at her for the first time. His prediction had been wrong. Even now that she was standing before him, she had yet to bare her fangs in his direction. That didn't mean that she didn't want to. He frowned inwardly, but did not let it appear on his expression. Daxton suspected that she had every intention of not only attacking him, but also what ever other creative and vile tortures that vampires had come up with. He decided to push that thought to the back of his mind for now. There was plenty of time later for imagining the cruelty of the beasts. "Are you cold?" Daxton's head tilted to the side slightly at hearing her question. He almost grinned, but only allowed himself a small, 'friendly' smile, making it appear as if he were only returning her seemingly innocent smile. As he analyzed the smile spread across her lips, he had difficulty deciding whether it was genuine, or just a cover up. He quickly decided on the later option. She was a vampire, after all. He doubted there was anything genuine about them, besides their lust for blood. Dispite her smile making it difficult to tell what she was thinking, he knew, at least, that she was on edge. Good. That was what he wanted. He wasn't planning on getting into any fight with her, but it was always good to make a vampire doubt a little, think a little. Realize that they weren't as invincible as they believed. It amused Daxton, almost like a game. He relished in it . . . Almost as much as he relished in killing the demons. "Just a little," he answered simply, as his own eyes went to meet hers. He breathed a rather loud sigh as he stretched his arms above him, before letting them fall back down to his sides, relaxing again. "I'm not blessed with a natural resistance to cold," he added casually, almost too casually. One corner of his lips curled up. The gun under his jacket was uncomfortably hot, almost enough to burn him. Oh, how he wanted to hold it, to use it. To keep himself from reaching for it, Daxton folded his arms. "You're not cold, I assume. Lucky you, hmm?" He wet his lips with his tongue absentmindedly as his gaze remained steadily on her. Daxton let a pause of silence hang in the air, before he again spoke. "I'm Daxton," he said, although knowing his name would likely not even matter when it came to her fate, plus the fact that she probably didn't care about the name of a mere human. Daxton shrugged inwardly. He then leaned forward slightly as if to emphasis whatever he was about to say next. "And do you have a name, love?" he asked in a sickeningly sweet tone, as well as a tight lipped smile to match it. |
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| Tuule | Jul 4 2008, 05:06 PM Post #6 |
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Most of the humans she met were easy to read but all she could read from this one was relaxation. That couldn't be right, could it? Only the insane could appear so calm in front of a vampire. Unless they didn’t know what they were or what they could do. But she knew that he knew fully well what her preference was to drink and there was no one alive in this place that didn’t knew what a vampire was. For now she would just have to settle for insanity. Her smile faded as she tried to figure this odd human out. Maybe she should put the insane being out of his misery, though he didn’t seem to be suffering. He definitely was a strange one. For a few seconds Tuule wondered what it was like to be cold. It had been so long since she had felt that feeling. Normally people wouldn’t be able to remember much about their early years but because of the vampire blood that caused through her veins she still remembered when everything could be mended with a kiss of a loving parent. But that was long gone and she dared not think about the innocence that she could still make people think she had. Hearing his talk on such pleasant terms, almost like they were equal confused her slightly and this couldn’t be forced out of her orbs. She wasn’t sure what was quiet going on. But when the word ‘love’ was formed she couldn’t help the slight wrinkling of her nose and her lips pulled back to show sharp nashers. How dare a pathetic, lowly human call her such a thing. Even one of her own calling her ‘love’ made her gag. She just hated the word, it was something that her vampire life had denied her. She barely managed to control her anger. If it hadn’t been such an intriguing and odd human she would have ripped him limb from limb right there. As it was she tensed but made no other move. Tuule She only just managed to utter the lyrics. They were hissed out, almost like a cat. Every now and then her nose twitched in distaste and after a while she managed to calm down a little, but not enough to relax. This was definitely the oddest human she had ever seen. Usually they were desperately trying to escape or were fooled by her innocent face. |
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| Daxton Bell | Jul 4 2008, 06:59 PM Post #7 |
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Daxton perked a brow at seeing her expression go slightly awry at his asking for her name. He supposed that was either because she didn't feel so inclined to give her name, or she hadn't liked the little pet-name he had tacked on at the end of his question. He was answered when she gave her name, although she didn't sound at all happy about doing it. Obviously the latter had bothered her a bit, but Daxton made no indication that he noticed this. It didn't really matter anyways. His smile widened, pleasantly, flashing his white teeth. That made Daxton briefly think back to when she had drawn her lip back, exposing her own teeth. He grimaced inwardly at the thought of her fangs. He wondered what might happen to a vampire if those fangs were dulled down or maybe even pulled out. It was just a passing thought, but one that he would refer to again later, maybe when he had the opportunity to experiment with it. That would be interesting. "Tuule," he repeated, letting the new taste of her name roll off his tongue. He thought it an odd name, but didn't comment on it. "What a cute name," he purred as he again leaned back. Daxton's head tilted slightly to the side, as a delicate hand came up and brushed a lock of his black hair from his face. He was still curious as to why she hadn't shown any real aggression towards him. In fact, the most of her aggression that he could think of was when she sneered at the pet-name he had tacked on to the end of his previous question. He shrugged inwardly, although he was not able to just brush away the curiosity. He would find out eventually. Again, Daxton's blue-green gaze looked her young appearance up and down, before he glanced to the empty space beside him on the bench. The corners of his lips curled up slightly when his eyes returned to her. "Why don't you sit down?" he asked as he patted the spot beside him. A brief grin spread across his lips. "I don't bite," he murmured. When he first said it, Daxton had thought nothing of it, but in mid sentence, he realized the unintended pun. He, then, clasped his hands in his lap as he waited to see if she might take his offer of sitting. "So," he started again. "Why not tell me a little bit about yourself," Daxton said nonchalantly. "How old are you? Its so hard to tell with your kind.." |
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| Tuule | Jul 4 2008, 07:38 PM Post #8 |
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Tuule almost drew her kissers back at the word ‘cute’ this time. To her everything said seemed to be a dig at the age she appeared. It was the one thing she hated about being a vampire and was always close to the surface. Many things that were said reminded her of it and she loathed it. She stared at the spot that was indicated and pondered her options once more. The words that were spoken next made her eyebrows raise. It was a rather suitable phrase to be used around a vampire. Tuule thought hard over the question, why not tell me a little bit about yourself? It was not the sort of question she had accepted from a mere human and she didn’t know how to answer. But before she could gather her thoughts and reply another question was answered, this one on a rather touchy subject. Once again it could refure back to the fact that she looked around eleven. Instead of reacting with a drawing back of lips, this time she just gave the space on the bench a glare with narrowed eyes. It was almost like she was trying to bore a whole in it. After a moment or two she managed to regain her composure and took the seat, making sure that she was as far away from the human as she could get. She stared at the human warily as she did so, still trying to judge his sanity and intentions. Then her orbs returned to the front and just stared out at the darkness she had become accustomed to. She drew up her knees so that her feet were on the bench and she rested her chin on them. Every muscle of her body was tense and she was prepared to spring at any moment. Nine hundred and eight She answered after a while. Her voice was weaker than normal as she thought about how old she was when she had been turned. It was way to young and she cursed the man who had turned her. She knew that if she saw him again vampire blood would be spilt. A dark cloud spread over her eyes and momentarily forgot that she was not alone. Her mind ticked back to go other hated memories that she normally tried to repress. But tonight they came to the surface and she winced as she tried to fight back tears. She hated it when this happened. To her it was showing she was weak, showing that she was a child. It caused her to shudder and she bit down on her lip hard. |
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| Daxton Bell | Jul 4 2008, 08:15 PM Post #9 |
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((Sorry for the crappy post, I didn't really have much time.)) Daxton patiently watched her, waiting for her reaction. After a few moments of glaring at the bench she finally sat down. Honestly, Daxton hadn't been sure if she would sit beside him on the bench or not. He had thought that she most likely wouldn't, but hadn't been sure. Now that she was, however, he felt like scooting to the edge that was the very furthest away from her, almost like a little child afraid of getting cooties. He was repulsed by the very thought of the foul bloodsucking beasts. He would have liked nothing more than to kill her right then and there, or at the very least run as far away as he possibly could. But he didn't. With much effort, Daxton remained where he was on the bench, and closer to a vampire than he would have liked. When she finally answered his question, he cast a side long glance towards her, but didn't say anything right away. She had to be one of the oldest vampires he had ever met, and yet she still looked like just a little girl. As he watched her, his lips momentarily formed an upside down "u". She looked a little different, like she was having trouble keeping her guard up because of . . . something. He guessed some sort of inner turmoil. More than ever since he had met her, she looked like a child. Daxton didn't move for a short period of time and just continued to watch her with a calculating gaze. He didn't feel any pity for her, despite how pitiful she looked right then. She was a blood sucking monster that deserved to die a thousand deaths. Daxton shifted slightly, aware of the warm weapon at his hip. Eventually . . . he thought to himself. She'll be done with eventually, just not tonight. "Ah," he said softly as he reached out, hiding his reluctance, and let his thin fingers slip under her chin to push it up slightly. "Biting your lip like that might make it bruise, then you'd have a purple lip for a while," he purred soothingly. Even though vampires were immortal and were much less likely to be hurt, he had learned that they could still be hurt. It just took a lot less time to heal, unless, of course, they had lost a lot of their own blood. Then healing quickly would take the assistance of another's blood. "You don't want that, do you?" He gently brushed a lock of her hair behind an ear before pulling his hand back from her face, reminding himself that he would have to wash it thoroughly later. |
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| Tuule | Jul 8 2008, 07:29 PM Post #10 |
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Tuule almost snapped at the offending finger Her anguish momentarily forgotten thoughts flashed through her mind like lightning How dare a filthy human touch her The lowest of the low shouldnt even dare talk to the superior Then she reminded herself she was the one that allowed him to still be living She bet if she wanted she could rip that pretty head of his shoulders and throw it in the trash where it belonged A smiled spread across her features as an image of this came into her mind She had always been a dreamer could picture things in her head usually they were what she wished would happen Or in the case of her main fantasy what she would never have Her orbs flashed dangerously and she moved onto her feet in a flash As she had moved all that was seen of her was a blur and that had been easy to miss Now her teeth were on show again They caught the newly risen moon and seemed to gleam the same colour as the astrological object Her breathing grew slightly faster so that it was almost as fast as a humans The fingers on her left hand twitched slightly With a mind that hurled aggression at the inside she also grew angry at herself How could she have shown so much emotion That was another thing she hated the fact that she as the humans would say wore her heart on her sleeve She wasnt as bad as she used to have been Now she had at least some control over her emotions She head learnt that if you challenge them into other things then they could be kept under control for longer What is it you want? She spoke poisoned lyrics that held no warmth. Her whole face seemed to darken. The fact that she still did not know why the human was there made her annoyed and slightly worried. That on top of the fact that she had shown too much emotion and that the stinking human had touched her turned her to anger yet she still did not lash out. That was held back, like a caged beast. But only just. OOC: It’s still hell of a lot better than mine |
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| Daxton Bell | Jul 12 2008, 03:14 AM Post #11 |
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Daxton watched, as in an instant Tuule's demeanor changed from a pitiful, sad child, to an irked and angry vixen. The small touch had not only sparked anger in her, but had fanned that spark as to let it catch flame. Daxton had worried that she might take his finger off right there, and was actually surprised that she didn't, with how much his touch seemed to appall her. In the next instant, Tuule was no longer sitting beside him, but was instead standing in front of him. He hadn't even been able to catch her moving, but it was an irritating thing that humans, especially those that sought to kill vampires, had to grow used to. Vampires could move faster than the human eye could see, so, to not get yourself killed you had to be smart. Daxton knew that by conversing with the girl and doing a stupid thing, but he didn't want to fight that night. There would be time enough for that later, plus, he was intrigued. Daxton was intrigued that she had yet to attack him, even after she had been displeased with the pet name he had tacked on to the end of his sentence before, and now, after he had offended her with his touch. He couldn't help but want to see how far he could push her until she finally snapped at him; how much he could provoke the tiger before being bitten; how far he could swim out in rough, dark waters before drowning. By the looks of things, Daxton guessed that breaking point wasn't so far off . . but still . . how much farther would he dare to push? Daxton's blue-green gaze scrutinized the girl in front of him again. She looked nothing so much as bottled fury. He found it so interesting that she was so provoked that her fangs were barred at him, and yet, Daxton had not had the need to draw his gun . . yet. "What is it you want?" A wicked grin nearly spread across his lips, but Daxton only allowed himself a small smirk. What an unusual question to ask, especially for a vampire to ask. What did he want?! He wanted nothing more at that moment then to kill her. He wanted to watch as the last bits of her life left her pretty, brown eyes. Then, after she was out of the way he wanted to move on to the rest of her kind. Daxton wanted them all dead, and not only did he want them all dead, but he wanted to be the one to do it. He wanted to be the one to take away all of their lives and watch them die a painful, well deserved death. That was what he wanted. He wanted to rid the world of the disgusting taint of vampires. At these thoughts he felt his heartbeat quicken, and his hands flexed into fists and relaxed them again out of excitement. Oh, how he wanted that. He could barely contain himself, but he did and he knew, that no matter how much he wanted all of the beasts dead, he would have to be patient and plan carefully. He couldn't just stomp into the farm and start shooting blindly. His gun wasn't even perfected yet. A shot in a vampire's heart still wouldn't kill them completely. It would wound them mortally, but usually it took more to kill them. Daxton would continue to modify his strategy and weapon, until he was the most accurate and proficient vampire hunter that had ever been. He unconsciously wet his lips with his tongue as he watched her carefully before finally speaking. "Were you born a vampire, love?" he asked curiously, and purposefully tacking on the irking pet-name again. Daxton avoided her question. He couldn't tell her what he really wanted and he decided that avoiding the question altogether was a better alternative than outright lying. Daxton let his hands drop comfortably to his sides, resting on the bench, his left hand conveniently close to the burning weapon under his jacket, incase he had reached that "breaking point". |
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| Tuule | Jul 23 2008, 12:38 PM Post #12 |
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Curiousness managed to dampen her anger slightly, but not enough that any visible signs would show. She was not capable of rational thought but her anger would easily break through the mould and leap into action. There would be nothing that would hold her back. She didn’t even now why she was conversing with a breather, with scum. Though she might admit to herself that they fascinated her and she wished that she could have stayed in their world for longer. Her orbs were drawn to his smirk and she hissed slightly. Did he find her amusing? Did he think that she must be a weak vampire? She would show him, but all in time. Something was holding her back from attacking him right there. She knew that if there was another vampire in the vicinity she wouldn’t skip a beat as those fangs of hers sank into flesh. At this she couldn’t help but draw in a deep breath. The smell of the human’s blood rushed into her mind and she twitched slightly. It smelt so good. She heard the rhythmic thump of a beating heart quicken and she wondered if she had scared him. But nothing showed on his features and she couldn’t help doubting that she had. So instead she began to wonder what he was thinking. She did this a lot. Always wondering what others were thinking. Sometimes she wished that she could hear people’s thoughts. It would enable her to know what others really thought about her. She had a feeling that it would cause many more arguments and fights. The question that was directed at her made her scrunch up her nose slightly. She did not fail to notice that he had not answered her question. She wondered why that was. After a few seconds she decided that she would answer. Since I was eleven The lyrics came out with a growl. Once more she had heard the work ‘love’, and once more she had hated it. It was not the sort of name she wanted to be associated with her. Or maybe that was a lie; it may have been what she secretly yearned for. But she would never admit that. Like most human turned vampires she still breathed and now her airways tightened up. Not that it made much difference. She didn’t need to breath, it was just a habit left over from her short span as a human. |
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| Daxton Bell | Jul 23 2008, 03:05 PM Post #13 |
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Daxton grimaced slightly at the hiss. Really, if vampires were just as civilized as humans, which he was sure they thought that they were, then why couldn't they manage to have a conversation with out growling or hissing at something that offended them a little? Of course, Daxton knew why. It was because thy were not as decent or as civilized as a human. They were . . . less. He knew that most believed it the other way around, that humans were less than vampires because they lacked the extraordinary physical abilities, but if the superiority of a race was determined by physical ability, then wouldn't that make most animals above a human? It just didn't make sense. Physical ability could not be the determining factor. Despite a human's inability to run as fast or be as strong as . . . say, a horse, they had still mastered the beast. That theory, along with his thirst for revenge, fueled him. The only difference would be that he was not planning on just "mastering" the vampire race, but instead, wiping them out altogether. "Since I was eleven. The boy blinked and focused his attention once again on her. She didn't seem to have relaxed at all, especially, judging by the tone in her voice. That was fine. Daxton expected it. He wondered how much longer this conversation was to go on for. He couldn't imagine her, after he had offended her multiple times to just let him walk away, and of course, he was having far too much . . . fun--was he really having fun with this?--to not continue conversing and pushing the girl. "Eleven," he repeated in a silken voice to himself. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly as he looked at her. There were still somethings he didn't quite understand about vampires. Like, the fact that some aged and some didn't. He thought that maybe only the vampires that had been born that way aged, while humans who were turned into a vampire were stuck in the same body forever. Daxton suspected that theory might be correct, though he had still heard of humans who had been turned that still aged, slowly, however. That was one thing about vampires that was still a mystery to him. "So, you used to be human, then," he murmured softly, stating the obvious. Daxton then wondered if the reason she hadn't killed him yet was because she could sympathize, since she was once like him. No. He had already seen by the look in her eye and other various hints she had given that she had no liking for humans. That was another mystery to him. Those that had once been human still hated humans. It really didn't make any sense. But then . . . few things about vampires did make sense. A small smile spread across his lips. The smile wasn't exactly cruel, holding ill intentions behind it, but it wasn't an innocent, warm smile either. It was more of a satisfied, or nearly satisfied smile, perhaps one of amusement. "Tell me, love," he started, keeping his voice sweet enough, but curious. "Why is it, that you've let me live so long, when its so obvious that you detest my human presence?" Daxton, was truly curious about this and had been since the first moment she appeared in the gardens and they noticed each other. |
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| Tuule | Jul 24 2008, 10:31 AM Post #14 |
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She saw it again, amusement. How could someone be amused at something that could cause their death? The only answer she could giver herself was that he had nothing to loose. She could never understand how anyone could be like that. The thirst to live always kept her going. She wanted to be able to stand up and say ‘fuck you world’ in the end. Life couldn’t beat her, no matter how hard it tried. The question was one that she did not want to answer even if she could. Her head tilted to the side as she thought about the words. The word ‘love’ had gone unnoticed this time. Then she stopped ransacking her brain for an answer, why should she answer when he had not asked an earlier question? Instead she decided to ask one of her own. What are you thinking? Her head tilted further to the side as she surveyed him, watching out for any reactions, no matter how slight. It was almost dog like and curiosity beamed from her dark orbs. The question that had been asked of her was locked in a vault in the back of the mind. It kept nagging at her as she didn’t know the answer. There was no reason that she was keeping the human alive. Maybe she should take it back to the farm and earn some favour with Alodia. Why are you here? Another question sprang to mind and without thinking she uttered it. Once it was spoken she wondered what he would answer first or if indeed he would answer. Already he had avoided a question by asking another and she had mimicked it thinking that two could play at that game. She had clamed down now and it was obvious to see. But tension still stabbed through her body and she was poised on the balls of her feet ready for action, ready to move with speed that can hardly be detected. Or maybe she would take her time, taught the human. She didn’t care that in her human years she had been taught to never play with food. She played by other rules. A gust of wind forced her long hair into her face and once more she growled. Within an incident she extended her other senses making sure that the breather didn’t try anything stupid. It would only result in a bit of pain for him and joy for her. She quickly tried to righten her blindness. |
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| Daxton Bell | Jul 26 2008, 01:22 AM Post #15 |
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She seemed to contemplate the question for a brief period and when he thought she might answer, she instead asked another question, avoiding his altogether. He almost smirked again at how she had done exactly as he had when she asked him a question that he avoided, but he didn't, as he became slightly frustrated. Daxton really was curious about that. If there was anything he wanted to learn from this vampire, it was why he was still alive. Perhaps, he thought, she doesn't even know why. But then, there were multiple other reasons. She could have just wanted to play with him for a little bit or maybe not kill him, but instead, planned on hauling him off to the farm. He could play for a little while, but if she was planning on the later, he knew he would have to cut their meeting short. He shook his head inwardly, and began to contemplate how he was going to answer her question. What was he thinking? There were so many thoughts that went through a person's brain in a matter of seconds, he really didn't think that question was a very good one, but decided, this time he would answer by telling her the truth. He would tell her the truth of what he was thinking, but . . . of course, she just hadn't been specific enough get the answer, he suspected, she sought. Before he had a chance to answer the first question, though, she had already asked another one. This one was a bit more specific. The answer to this question would be much closer to what she was looking for. His tongue darted out, unconsciously wetting his lips as he contemplated his answers. He had at first thought of not answering, by asking another question, like he had done before, and like she had just done, but then decided not to. How would they ever get any answers out of each other if they went on with that little game, wasting time? It wasn't that Daxton didn't like to play mind games. He loved playing mind games, especially with vampires, but for now, his curiosity had over come that. He wanted to know why he was still alive . . or at least, why she hadn't tried to kill him yet. "What am I thinking?" he murmured to himself as his hand came up and he touched his pointer finger to his chin, in thought. "I think so many thoughts, its hard to say," he said with a slight smile. "I suppose I was wondering about the answer to my question," he added, pressing the matter. "And I'm here because . . ." he paused, realizing he hadn't thought about the answer to that question yet. He would have to pick his words carefully. For a moment, he thought it would be fun to tell her the truth outright, maybe it would give her a little scare, or at least a start, but decided that his goal was far to important to be threatened for a bit of mild amusement. "Simply put," he said as he let his hands move out to his sides, almost as a shrug, before he dropped them. "I'm hear to learn. I'm not a vampire, as you already know, but I would like to learn as much as I can about your kind." This, was true. He just did not need to give his reasons, and if she asked, he already had an answer. "The only problem, love, is that its quite difficult to get close enough to a vampire to learn, with out being . . well, either attacked, killed or captured." A wide grin spread across his lips. "You have been very gracious to have a conversation with me like this, but I'm still wondering why." |
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