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Post by Vespyr on Aug 29, 2009 18:33:19 GMT -8
Moonlight trickled in through the window, casting an eerie reflective light upon the still room. The only thing that stirred here were two beating hearts; one large and one small, both blacker in prospect than the night beyond the wide glass pane. The smaller, curled unnoticeably between the folds of numerous blankets, was fast asleep, perhaps dreaming of dark alleyways and pigeons and the alluring prowess of the mighty hunter... the other was perched precariously at the head of the bed, gazing somberly out the window that confined her being. Rather than the physical barrier itself that locked her here, it was the idea of the window and what it meant to her... She could have been gone if she wished; she would slide the pane aside easily and escape unnoticed into the night, never to be seen again. However, her will was not to leave; therefore, trapped by her own thoughts and doubts and longings, she stayed.
Suddenly, a movement in the dark recesses of the room caught the femme's keen eye, and she quickly turned her head to witness the disruption. The violet eyes widened in terror. Standing there, in the corner by the window, cast in shadow from the curtain, was a most dark and evil shape... One that Vespyr recognized all too well, and it instilled horrible fear into her heart.
Dervish.
"Greetings, mistress." the great wolf spoke, his voice like a commander of brutal armies as he stepped from the shadow with a slow, chilling movement that made Vespyr sink back as far as she could into the cushions. Her eyes were wild with terror yet seemingly hypnotized as she gazed into his that emanated a dull, flickering red aura. As the massive creature emerged into the light, she could see the ripple of his muscles beneath the thick wiry fur. Each crease in his ferocious snarl, revealing each long, razor-sharp fang...
Before he had a chance to speak to her again, for she knew what his words would be, she snatched up the kitten and flitted from the room with forced swiftness. Her rapid footsteps were inaudible as she made down the hall like a frightened rabbit, glancing fearfully over her shoulder, dreading the sight of the great beast... he had not followed. She slipped unheard into Scene's bedroom, pausing for a moment against the wall to peer into the hallway again. Safe.
Gingerly, Vespyr slid beneath Scene's bed with Fleesh pressed tightly against her chest, which was bare except for the bandages she had recieved the morning prior. She shivered slightly in fear rather than cold, though she was bathed in both. The girl hoped he would not find her here... Though he always managed to find her... She could flee to the ends of the earth but he would always find her, grinning his wolfish grin and sapping her sanity like a leech. One moment, he was there, instilling terror and madness, then he was gone and forgotten before long... But the ghastly, imaginary figure would always haunt her heart of black, the only thing with crueler intentions than she. |
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Post by Scene on Aug 29, 2009 18:45:27 GMT -8
Scenes eyes opened as his door moved. He was aware of her presence, not because of any noise she had made but for several other reasons. For one, his insomnia caused the light that was cast into his eyes to be forced still, otherwise, if something passed in front of it, the chemical reaction in his mind forced him to awaken. The second thing was this- her smell. He could tell her natural scent from a mile away, the intoxicating aroma penetrating into his very core and moving a knot deep inside his chest. A feeling of longing, to taste her lips and to feel her soft pearly skin entered his mind, causing him eruptions of several different passionate feelings, such as lust, hunger, and a flickering need to-
He inhaled deeply, regaining control of his emotions and feelings with a flick of his mind. He looked around himself, noticing her walking towards him. It almost brought a smile to his lips- was she going to try and slit his throat too? So many people who stayed here tried to do the same, and he killed them all. He tilted his head back a little, giving her room to place the blade there if that was indeed her intent. He wouldn't stop her because he had already told her that, if she wanted, she could take his life. He didn't care, not with this one. But, regretfully, she bent down and crawled under his bed, a rather curious act that peaked his intuition, causing him to sit up and lean over the bed, slowly bringing his head down so it could be veiwed.
"Pardon...but what are you doing under-"
His back half slid, bringing his entire body over the side and crashing to the floor.
"OW! Fuck..."
He sat up, flicking on a light.
...
What?
His equilibrium was off...
ANYWAYS!
"Can you come out from under there please."
It wasn't a request, regardless of how good natured he sounded.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 29, 2009 19:10:06 GMT -8
Vespyr flinched as the body came crashing down from the bed with a loud thud. For an instant in the darkness, she witnessed a rustle of dark fur and a flash of teeth... however when the light flickered alive, it was only Scene's near-naked body, fallen from above. What grace.
The girl, however, was still tightly curled in a frigid ball with the cat tucked deep inside. Her eyes were glazed with terror, macabre visions flitting across her vision. She shook herself from the trance, a sudden wave of embarrassment creeping up with the cold from the floor. With an exasperated sigh, she slid back out from her hiding place, emerging beside him with the cat pressed to her chest under one arm, the other planted in the ground gracefully. Her gaze shifted immediately to the door, unable to look into his questioning eyes.
"Nightmare.." she lied, thinking it the only way to explain herself with the least humility. |
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Post by Scene on Aug 29, 2009 19:24:24 GMT -8
Scene cocked an eyebrow as she crawled from under the blankets. He couldnt believe his ears. She ran down the hall, into his room and under his bed because of a nightmare. It was almost laughable, really, but yet strangely...cute at the same time. He let out a sigh, placing a hand on his hip as he looked down at her. She seemed frightened the the prospect of even looking in the direction of the door, though she did so now fearfully. He gave a quizzical look to it, before walking over to his side desk and pulling out a very long knife, opening the door slowly and stepping out into the hallway. He eyed around himself, the dark shadows calling to him to join thier small pockets of sanctuary. Other then them, he saw nothing by the light and her room, door ajar.
He looked back to her.
"Theres nothing out there." He stared at her face, scrunched up in fright, before he sighed, shaking his head a little. He should have killed her- no reason he was smart and did it so many times before- girls could be fucking weird.
"You can sleep in here if you want. Just...stop looking so scared, okay?"
He walked inside, closing the door behind him as he did so. He walked over to the bed, placing the knife on his nightstand before flicking off the light and crawling into bed, with or without her. If she was there, or when she got there, he would speak.
"What was it you saw?"
Curiosity, always.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 29, 2009 19:45:30 GMT -8
Vespyr grimaced and slapped a palm to her head as soon as Scene turned in the other direction, foolishly braving the hallway with a knife. Stupid... How could you be so stupid... He'll never take you seriously...
She took up his offer with minimal eagerness, for she didn't feel like returning to her own room now, and the floor was cold. Glancing sideways at him as he slipped into the bed, she walked placidly around to the other side, pausing momentarily befor slipping between the sheets with ease. Fleesh, in a dreamlike state and quite undesturbed by the hubbub, lazily crawled between the two bodies and made himself comfortable. Vespyr, however, had scooted herself to the very edge of the matress, distancing herself as much as possible from Scene. Tha last thing she wanted right now was another episode like the other night, which she still was deeply unsettled by. She lay uncomfortably with one of her arms curled beneath her head, the other dangling, her fingers lightly skimming the frigid floor.
"What was it you saw?"
Vespyr was quiet for a moment, staring blankly at the wall.
"Nothing." she said, her voice small, flat, and barely audible, for she did not make any effort to be heard. She would have stayed silent, pretending to be asleep, but rather she was reassuring herself with the word. Nothing was there.
It was a strange and disturbing feeling, as she was fully aware that the demonic wolf was merely a figment of her imagination; yet she was still terrified by it. |
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Post by Scene on Aug 29, 2009 19:59:18 GMT -8
Scene grumbled a little.
"Your such a lousy liar."
He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in close. He let out a little sigh, her body giving him warmth, and his supplying hers with some as well. He spoke as he did this.
"Your cold..."
He, unlike her, had no thoughts of sex on his mind. The effects of theyre act had warn off, and he was feeling far better than he had before. He wondered what would be frightening enough to scare this girl, this child of blood and hate, but in the end decided that she probably wouldnt tell him about it no matter how much he pressed her. Of course, if she tried to move out of his grasp, he would let her, since he wasn't one to force anything of that nature on a girl. Still, he almost felt she would stay there out of fear, so he sighed before releasing her.
"If your cold, feel free to share in my warmth." He moved back over to his side of the bed. If she joined him, he would continue to talk, if not then he would sit in silence until she mentioned something, or until her breathing indicated that she had passed into dreamland.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 29, 2009 20:26:10 GMT -8
Vespyr gasped as Scene's arm pulled her into his warmth and she flinched as if she had just brushed her hand over a fire. She did not want to be this close to him at the moment, nor did she ever. As she was about to slither out of his grasp, however, her moved back to his side of the bed, stilling her. With a frustrated sigh, the femme let loose a concise refusal.
"Suave pickup line, but keep your warmth to your yourself." she grumbled, pulling the sheets up to her neck with both hands. There was no way she'd be crawling over to snuggle with him, no way in hell... The cat could do whatever he wanted, but Vespyr was content in her foot of space at the edge of the matress; even a foot was more than her thin body needed to occupy whilst turned on her side, her right shoulder aching. With a huff, she turned over so that the healing wound would no longer be suffocated beneath her meager weight. The sheets were immediately pulled over her head to hide her face beneath their folds, and she sighed. Moments later with a growl of frustration, she turned to lie on her back, removing the sheets from over her face. It was like a sauna beneath them, not to mention Scene's overpowering scent mixed with that of his wounds interfering with her ability to breathe comfortably.
The femme seemed to have settled for now... but she wouldn't be falling asleep, not with Scene lying beside her. This was a most uncomfortable night. |
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Post by Scene on Aug 29, 2009 20:43:40 GMT -8
He laughed, his voice clear and crisp in the night.
"Pick up line? Honey, i don't use pick up lines." He let out an exaperrated breath before flicking on the light, sitting up in bed.
"We need to obviously get through a few things here. For one, stop acting like a little child. I offered you to sleep here because your obviously having trouble sleeping on your own. Seco-who the fuck said the cat could sleep on the bed?" He pointed at the feline, his finger less then a few millimeters from his face, the small animal smelling it before placing its head back to the bed. "Know what, doesnt matter. Second of all, it would be totally awesome if youd stop acting like a stuck up bitch and loosen up- you act like being near me is repulsive yet you forget one thing- you had SEX with me. Hell, you kissed me first. Get over your childish outlook and attitude or you can give up sleeping in a bed and i'll buy you a crib."
Okay, so, more emotion and words than he had ever spoken to anyone in one sitting. For a moment, it would almost appear like he was a normal person. Then again, who could blame the guy. Trying to get much needed sleep, has a girl who pretends to hate him, and now hes kept awake not only by her complaining, but because that damn cats shedding is going to cover his bed and he wont be able to sleep knowing he would be breathing it in!
He stood up, walking toward the bathroom.
"I'm taking a shower."
He tore off his boxers halfway there, literally ripping them from his lower half so, if she was looking after him, she would get a nice glimpse of his rear.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 29, 2009 21:26:25 GMT -8
Vespyr couldn't help but smile weakly when she felt the bed compress and release, giggling a little for no reason. As soon as she heard his footsteps fade away, she turned her head to make sure he was gone. Her feet swung over the bed and touched down on the floor, and she stood erect, signalling for the cat to stay with a concise gesture from her hand.
"I'm going for a walk. Tell him I'll be back... oh wait." she said jokingly in her deep, smooth voice, "He doesn't understand you."
That said, Vespyr left the room and walked silently down the hall back to her own room, all thoughts of her 'nightmare' fading rapidly as they always did. Snatching up the trenchcoat from the floor, she swirled it around and slipped it on over the bandages, making her way to the window briskly. She undid the latch and slid the pane to the side, and making a tear in the screen large enough for her slim figure to fit through, she slithered through the gap and escaped to the world of night.
Immediately, a warm breeze hit her, and she breathed it in longingly... Buried deep beneath the reek of the city's soot and sweat was the dark, musky aroma of shadows and fear, drawing her further from the window. The dark wind coursed gently through her hair, caressing her face, enveloping her in happiness for a moment. Her pale skin glowed softly in the moonlight, her eyes reflecting its cool light as well as she gazed up at its grandeur. The femme desired to be closer to the regal celestial being, to bathe in its velvety aura...
Vespyr reached upward to grasp a protruding raingutter, heaving herself up to it and throwing her legs over in one fluid motion, placing her on the rooftop of Scene's grand estate. There she stood, silhouetted beautifully night sky, and sighed. Uncertainty began to settle in mind as she gazed at the moon, the sort that made her very disappointed.. She wasn't sure what she wanted anymore. Things had been simple once... but they weren't anymore. She couldn't be the same little girl wandering the streets by herself, killling and stealing to her heart's content.
No, she had responsibilities now, obligations... Not only was she raising the the kitten to be her loyal minion, but she felt tied to all these other people who had stepped into her life. Scene, though she was repulsed to admit, was one of these such humans... She felt attached to him, and was finding it difficult to live in denial of it. It was so difficult to just... accept him.
The girl sat down on the rooftop and lie back, closing her eyes and listening to the distant sounds of the city, seeming to whisper to her... Welcome to real life. |
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Post by Scene on Aug 29, 2009 21:43:52 GMT -8
"You know, i used to come up here a lot?"
Scene lay behind her on the roof, fully dressed and smelling clean. He was in the shadow of the rooftop, dressed all in black, making him nearly impossible to see until he spoke. His mask, always white, was also black, and he looked up to the sky. He could almost sense that she was thinking to herself, pondering the fondest mysteries of her life. He had been there before, wondering about his past, where he was going, why he was in the present. He caught the same cool scent she did, the mountains carrying on it the feeling of possibility, the hunger for new adventure.
"I guess that, after killing for the first time, i didn't really feel worthy of coming out here and being graced by the presence of those good things in the world."
He looked over at her.
"I can see it in your eyes- your thoughts, your desires. You want me, want to be close, to touch me, but feel sickened by the feeling as well, like caring for something that youve hated for so long is a contradiction your mind feels unable to keep up with."
He looked back to the sky, then asked a question he never given anyone the opportunity to have.
"Do you want to know my real name?"
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 29, 2009 22:02:40 GMT -8
Vespyr wasn't surprised that the guy was here, too, he seemed to have a damn good habit at popping up out of nowhere...
She didn't bother turning to face him, in fact she rather didn't want to, feeling it unecessary and that it might cause her to become either very angry or some other irrational reaction that she did not want... she had been childish enough already, and still felt the sting of humiliation she threw toward herself.
"So now you're a mind reader, too?" she sighed, placing her hands behind her head comfortably, her gaze never shifting. What he said was the truth to a pinpoint; yes, she did have a strange fascination with him. But yes, she was angered with herself for feeling so... allured by his voice, body, charm, and predictable unpredictability. It was her greatest frustration, the way she lacked a moral to her own story, unable to decide, fighting with herself... It had always been this way, though; the inner turmoil never ceased. She was always conflicted in some way or form.
Upon his question, she was silent for a moment, judging... She had to admit, she was curious as to why the boy referred to himself as Scene, and had assumed from the start that it was a sort of nom de plume, a nickname, for it was obvious he wished to remain anonymous and full of mystery. Vespyr knew the feeling. She, like Scene, had never revealed her birthname, but this was because she sadly had forgotten it long ago.
"Although I think your nickname is a little... dumb.. I'd rather you stayed anonymous. It really adds to the grand effect... The man behind the mask..." Vespyr spoke in a cynical manner, but she spoke true. |
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Post by Scene on Aug 29, 2009 22:20:26 GMT -8
"Ah..and 'Vespyr' Is so much better and more regal."
He gave a little smile as he tipped back his head. He was happy to hear what she said- Scene liked his name, and though he trusted this girl he didnt trust her that much. The warm air lifted, being replaced by the cool morning dew and whisps of shattering, freezing mountain wind. He took a deep breath- the heat they felt had come from his house, effects of the day before. He looked to the mountains, and would hold out a hand to her as though to signal.
"Hey, come here, i want to show you something."
He wouldnt wait for her to do so, even if it was begrudgingly so.
He patted the blanket next to him, where the cat lay, looking around wondering how the fuck it had gotten there. It was on his lap, and his left arm was lifted out to her. If she didnt sit, he would shoot out his hand, grasp, and tug her down, making her sit beside him. He would release the hand and point, so she would look away from him with that likely angry face and stare over at the mountains.
There, peaking through a gap in the two monstrous mounds of rock came the sun, rising slowly, casting a red and purple glow over the sky, a tint of pink mixed in as it shed its birth upon the forests and fields below. It was a beautiful sight, one he didnt take his eyes off of for a moment.
"Stunning, isnt it."
A simple statement of fact, nothing more.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 29, 2009 22:36:29 GMT -8
Vespyr placed her hands behind her and scooted back to sit beside Scene, glancing distastefully at Fleesh as she did so, wondering why he couldn't ever give them privacy... Oh well. That was the price of love.
She followed his gesture to the horizon, squinting as the dawn's first rays cast their warm blinding aura on the land.
"Stunning, isn't it?"
No, not really...
The girl didn't utter a word, but rather shielded her eyes with her hand as to not be completely incapacitated by the magnificent beauty of it... Well, apparently that's what Scene thought of it. To Vespyr it was the sun and nothing more. She had never been fond of daytime... the intense brightness murdered her friends the shadows, caused the world to be unbearably warm, and not to mention, brought with it the hordes of society which she solely lived to avoid.
She kept her thoughts to herself, not wanting to ruin the... beautiful... moment that Scene was witnessing. She had already been enough of a grievance to him, that being apparent as they were here, watching the sunrise instead of sleeping through it.
"Is this some way of letting me know not to bother you while you're sleeping?" Vespyr joked coyly, glancing sideways at him. "If so, I promise to let you sleep in from now on." |
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Post by Scene on Aug 30, 2009 9:19:57 GMT -8
One would generally appreciate her attempt at sarcasm and playfulness, but Scene wasn't smiling. He stared at the sun as it came up, reflecting brightly off the panels of his house. He took a deep breath.
"You never really learn to appreciate the night until you learn to appreciate the day."
It has been said before that this interaction, from the moment he heard that crunching in the alley to the point two seconds ago was strange. He honestly didnt realize how strange until that very moment. He had been totally civil, kind, and caring to her for the last several hours. Why? He frowned, sitting up. It had been too long- no wonder. A blinding, Blistering pain came to his head, a path of light squirming its way to the surface.
Scene clasped his hands to his mask, screaming loudly.
"LET ME OUT YOU SICK FUCK! I WANT TO SEE HER! I NEED TO TELL THE WORLD I LIVE! YOU CAN'T HAVE MY FUCKING BODY- I WILL GET IT BACK!"
Scene stood, stumbling forward, falling in through a window and landing on the desk inside the small attic tower. He curled into a ball for a moment, his mask flashing between visible and invisible, revealing deep black hair which covered his face. He grabbed a large peice of chalk off the desk, and started drawing on the floor, his insistant screaming continuing.
"I'M GONNA FIND A WAY! YOU CAN'T KILL ME OFF FOR GOOD!I'LL BE BACK, YOU KNOW I WILL!"
The voice was significantly different than Scenes, deeper, harsher, yet with a kinder undertone, and a sadness that couldn't be repressed. The voice dwindles away into nothing but failing moans and yelps. Finally, it was gone altogether, and on the floor by scenes head was a drawing of Vespyr, perfectly mimicked. He breathed deeply, his hands coming back down from the deep, pure black mask. He came to his feet, rather shakily. He had been lax- far too lax- and in the silence and the point he had let down his gaurd his little- nuisance- had slowly and silently crept into his mind, gathering strength.
This would not happen again.
For Scene had a way to end it.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 30, 2009 9:58:46 GMT -8
Vespyr was considering his words when suddenly, the male was shrieking, causing her to jump to her feet, her eyes now locked on to him in shock. Her mouth opened to speak as he stumbled across the rooftop, but all that came out was a panicked "Uh-h!" like a nervous student preparing to give a speech to a rowdy class. As he fell through the window, the harsh sound of broken glass mixed with Vespyr's scream.
"SCENE!" she shrieked, flying forward and to her knees beside the window, grasping the edge with her hands and looking down at the disturbing scene that played out before her. The male was curled on the floor, screaming in an unfamiliar voice that sent chills down her spine. The desperate screams echoing from below made her blood run cold, the way they were laced with such pain and... madness. She caught a glimpse of black hair and wondered for a moment if the mask had come off-- but no, there it was moments later.
As he begun to draw, Vespyr's heart fluttered and she tried to make sense of the sudden outburst... She had thought she was insane... but this-- this looked far worse than anything she could have imagined. Finally, the deranged cries from below ceased and her wide eyes fell upon the chalk etching on the floor. Her heart felt like it had stopped beating for a moment and started up again, the blood pounding in her ears, making her feel uncomfortably warm and then cold all of a sudden; the drawing, to the point where it could have been traced from a photograph, was of her.
"Scene?" she whimpered as he rose to his feet, his body quivering as if he would collapse at any moment. Fluidly, she jumped down through the broken window, landing gracefully beside her psuedo-self drawn on the floor. She stepped forward, gently taking his wrists in her shaking hands as they moved down from his face.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" she asked gingerly, her eyes searching his with a seriously concerned glint. |
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