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Post by bloodizmyheroin on Apr 20, 2009 20:25:11 GMT -5
The gentle breeze blew Artemis's long platinum hair around her face. Her blue crystal eyes were vacant as she stared at the headstones that were once her mother and father, the leaders of her powerful clan. She had done her best to drown out the memories, but they would always come back to haunt her during her dreams, stronger than ever.
Artemis laid the flowers, picked from her garden, on the graves. She fingered the necklace she wore, the last gift from her mother. As much as it was a reminder of the good times, it was also a reminder of everything she had lost.
Artemis could feel the fatigue creeping in. She would need to feed soon. Dead people didn't give of any energy. Maybe she should head down to Cyanide and pick up a lonely bachelor or feed of the rampant vibrations of the dancing crowd.
She placed herself on the ground and stared at the headstones of the family she'd hardly known.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2009 22:10:19 GMT -5
He sat on a tree eating an apple, a leg was up and the other was swinging below. He saw the young lady. She reeked of vampire, but looked somewhat familiar. He shrugged it off. Finishing the apple, he threw it aside and brushed up his mask and bandanna. He looked at her again, now in front of some tombstones, placing flowers upon the cold ground.
Out of curiosity, he jumped from the tree raising his jet black hood over his head. The shadow hid his eyes while his red bandanna, covered the rest of his face. He slowly walked behind her making very faint sounds. "A terrible my dear...But then again...All those who die are a tragic scene indeed, whether they were close or not." He said in a cool but dark voice. "But think where there is death, there is life. Dear girl."
He couldn't help but feel a little compassion to her, after all he lost his entire pack...His entire family. A small weak spot but no one knew of it. "So who do you mourn? Please mind me asking."
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Post by bloodizmyheroin on Apr 20, 2009 22:27:23 GMT -5
Artemis wrinkled her nose as the scent of Lycan wafted past her. It was slightly different to that of a werewolf, which haunted her nightmares constantly.
"Indeed, death is tragic. For some it may be the chance to start a fresh, and truly being to live, for others it strips you of everything, leaving only a hollow shell of the person you used to be." she replied cryptically, running her fingers over the ruby pendent around her neck.
"I mourn my clan. My parents. Have you ever heard of the Bailey Clan Massacre?" Artemis enquired, her eyes fixed on the gravestones. Maybe he had, and maybe he hadn't. Most in the Underground were smart enough to keep their mouths shut, but others preferred to gossip and her family's murder was a hot topic, even ten years later.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2009 22:42:47 GMT -5
She was a Bailey. How depressing a family unfortunately murdered. But he felt he had to lie to her. After all a family murdered, is still a topic for others to mock in this time close to war. A war of lycans and vampires, with the rejected physic vampires stuck in the middle. Rejected from her kind and force to work with the enemy. "It is how you react, if you are weak you will remain weak. But id you become strong and have the ambition to do so you can avenge you family..."
"Words have not reached my ears of such a thing. But it sounds as if it is deeply cruel fate of one who is in the middle." He lied, but kept his voice casual. "Would you." He pauses for a moment. "Care to explain to me what had happen to them? Or does it still pain you so to do so? If it is, I understand the pain."
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Post by bloodizmyheroin on Apr 21, 2009 9:12:54 GMT -5
Artemis whipped her head around, her eyes flashing angrily.
"Don't think I don't know you're lying. I've heard the stories. In the Underground, people think me ignorant of their whispers, rumours of that night run rampant. You have to have lived under a rock to have not heard of it in passing." She turned her head back to the graves, standing. Out of pure rage, she turned and smashed her fist clean through a tree, sending it pummeling to the ground.
"The tale of an entire clan of powerful psychic vampires caught in a moment of weakness and murdered by werewolves. It hardly escapes notice." Artemis glared angrily at the remains of the tree, "I was eight. My parents lost their lives getting me to freedom. But not before I witnessed the slaughter of my entire family right before my eyes."
She flicked her eyes over to the stranger, "What of you? Has your life been all sunshine and rabbits, or is there someone dear that you have lost?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2009 16:36:57 GMT -5
He calmly responded and continued with his lie. "I am of young age after all. And I am a reject of fellow Lycans." He was actually a leader of his new clan, and is of anicent age. He looked at he calmly into her eye, though she could most likey not see his. Her eyes were filled with such hate and anger. He understood the feelings that was in her mind. With great might and anger she showed her vampiric strength.
"Tell me, by being angery and hateful towards all wolves. Will it bring back your family? I doubt by killing more with your strength, will bring back your family. Anger doesn't save or avenge. It kills. But what am I to speak right? But it does take a strong person to hate. And then again it takes a stronger person to forgive." He sighes a bit. "Ten years you have had to live with that. Poor child. Remember though, I am your ally. And I guess a friend as long as you don't kill my fellow lycans."
He thought of his clan once more. Still, he remained as he was calm and steady. "Dear girl, everyone loses somebody. It is the way they handle it for the rest of their life." It has been more than two thousand years. Since his entire finally pack and family been killed in the battle. And he had to admit he hated vampires, with a heated passion of one thousand suns. But she was an ally, so he tolerated her. "You must remember everyone has a story. Look around you. All the stones are not there just for show. Each had a story and a family at one point. And some died more brutally than others."
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Post by bloodizmyheroin on Apr 24, 2009 5:24:28 GMT -5
Seething, Artemis felt her cheeks burn in shame. She'd let her emotions get the better of her again. This had to stop. After ten years of hard work, she wasn't going to let a single moment ruin everything!
"Yes, you're right. I should not let my anger control me." she muttered, taking a deep, calming breath. There, better. Buried beneath the surface once more.
"I am not hateful toward wolves. The ones that killed my family were rabid, insane beasts, who died in battle. Mongrels set on us to kill everything. I do not blame the innocent for what the guilty have done." Artemis's words were calculated and careful. Empty of the emotion she suppressed. It seemed more training was in order. "I only kill those who deserve it, never those who don't. That would bring me to the level of the ones who left me an orphan."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2009 21:07:44 GMT -5
He was pleased to see how she was so easily fooled by his lies. Even though they were that bad, it isn't like he was going to use her for his own need. No, he was different it's a good thing. Rather than let her rage engulf her, he helped her, in a odd way, suppress it. He felt like he did a good thing this night. Warming a young lady up, but the hate for her still remained. The lives she could of taken already, in those ten years.
Her anger and rage appears on and off quickly. From what he had anaylzed. For all he knew, she could of entered a blind rage. Killing tens or maybe hundreds of people. He listened to her soft but oddly rough voice. She says she doesn't hate wovles, but had the nerve to call them mongrels. Yes, it is true that most wovles ate most of their enemies and yes a lot of them can't control their power.
It is ths same with vampires. Some have power hungry needs, others have a crazy sexual bloodlust. Shit, they suck blood with their teeth at least wovles shew their food. But hey what is he to judge. Everyone had their moment, they just need to learn how to control them. He takes a deep intake of air before he spoke to her again. Still amazed she hasn't attacked him yet. Her words were very well played out but not the best, he had to give her some benifit of the doubt due to her young naiiveness.
"Dearest young lady." He started thinking of the correct words to say. He wanted to play it cool to not offend, but she needed the blunt truth. "You are a sad excuse for a vampire. You don't even deserve the title." He said in the softest manner he could. "You are a damn soul but you continue to grieve for your family. It has been ten years. You are part of a war, a war against other vampires. Your vampirian brothers and sisters. They act like they are superior over you! You want to defend that? Isn't that why your species of vampires joined us? The wovles? The so-called killers? Tell me?! Why do you grieve when you are at war?! A warrior like you should not allow emotion control how you think!"
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