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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 23, 2012 0:03:14 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEN I LOOK AWAY GIVE YOU THE GUN BLOW ME AWAY The Tag: anyone. The Words: 652 The Notes wassup. It was not extravagant, his home. His bloodline was not of noble vampires but of simple humans who had not ever known that their son would make it along this far in life. He had not been left with riches and had never taken the time to hoard any to himself. A clear path in life was what he had always lacked. The compass needle inside of him was terrible confused and led him into many situations that could have been avoided so many times over. Had it not been for his lack of direction he very well may have been dead on this day having never been given the knowledge of the supernatural world that had been growing beneath his former species feet. Whether that life would have been better or worse, he had no idea. The way he had lived before the change had been completely pathetic. But was he really any better now than he had been? He’d only made his time in this bleak world longer than he’d ever intended it to be. What a stupid accident he had gotten himself into on that night… what a stupid young man he had been all of those years ago.
Sleep had not come easy to him. His head pounded as the constant reminder that he had not been getting his fill on blood and his body felt sluggish. Each of his pale arms fell over the side of his bed so that the tips of his fingers could draw lines across the dusty wooden floor while his mind helplessly gave into nostalgia. But many of the memories were simply false hopes that he had held onto as a young man, the dreams of being something bigger than he had been and finding somewhere where he… would not be forgotten. His green eyes fell shut while he forced his feelings behind the wall he’d built up over the course of several decades.
Bishop let himself slip in and out of sleep during the long hours of the day time. Even though he was situated underneath the surface he still kept himself at home during these hours since it was much more convenient to be well rested during the nighttime. Not to mention the club he worked out required him to be there during the night (not that he was overly concerned with his job performance). When he finally saw the neon green numbers of the clock strike eight o’clock he pushed himself wearily from the stiff mattress and lazily brushed his fingers through his hair.
A long-sleeved navy blue shirt along with a pair of black pants was the choice of attired this night. He rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, making up for his plain decision in dress by showing off the striking color of his many tattoos against his ashen skin. His boots were covered in mud and dirt from his trek through the long system of tunnels the vampires had woven beneath the city of Rome. Eventually though, his form was bathed in gentle light of the moon as he stood at the Foro Romano. It was a place that had once been of great beauty, he had been told. Now it lay in ruins.
The young vampire did not venture far from the tunnel leading to the underground. He leaned his form against the damp entrance and let his eyes lazily travel up toward the sky. There were clouds spread across the sky, holding the promise a coming rain. Bishop disregarded it for the most part, only understanding that this was another night to follow along with his mundane existence in this world. How many were in the same predicament as him on this very night? Who else was staring up at these same clouds without a care in the world of them? Who else could possibly feel so detached to this world as he… |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 23, 2012 9:51:00 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] the night bloomed upon the sky like a flower would, enveloping the blue depths with blackness and littering it with stars. the moon was absent tonight, hidden from sight. this left the world drenched in a darkness that was darker than almost anything they had seen before. it was wonderful, frightening, and everything in between. personally, effy blunt found it exhilerating. it was as if someone had placed a blanket over the wandering eyes of those too harsh in their judgement. it left the unique dancing on freedom, and it was amazing. unfortunately for effy, she had fallen sick over the past few days with an illness that left her knees rubbery and her temperature zero at the bone. she even looked unhealthy, as pale as the face of the moon- had it been showing itself tonight.
but effy had been cooped up in that god-forsaken house for far too long. her father had been working constantly, even sleeping somewhere closer to his job. he hadn't come home last night. the little brunette didn't want to care, she knew what to expect from him, but care she did. she felt it in the roots of her heart, a gravelly voice in the back of her mind. she knew he had gotten these hours because he wanted to keep her alive, to keep food on the table at night and the pantry stocked. but he had lost that over time, he had lost care for someone he had never gotten to know in the first place. you couldn't love someone who was never even there. so, all of this had been pent up in effy's veins, itching her skin until she grabbed her jacket and slipped on her shoes- slipping outside into the wonderful darkness that would swallow her whole. she huddled within the old fabric in hopes that it would warm her, even if just a little bit.
and she walked. she kept her pace slow, partly because moving too fast would send her through a dizzy spell, but partly because she was in no rush to go anywhere fast. no one was waiting for her, no one knew where she was. she was a walking ghost. blinking up at the sky, the miniature brunette watched the stars wink and smile at her, as if encouraging her to go, move on, leave everything behind her just for a little while. a small smile spread across her lips and she let out a soft sigh, letting her gaze drop back down to count the cracks in the sidewalks. she was so much smaller than even the tiniest star in the sky, or the depth of the crack that created a fault-line straight to the earth's core. she was smaller than a lot of things, metaphorically and physically. effy never stood taller than five feet in height and never weighed more than one hundred pounds, and sometimes she wondered if that would be a hindrance to her career as a donor. she was too small to donate blood to the red cross. how cuold she ever keep up with donating blood to a vampire?
so far she had managed just fine. she just supposed she was not desired, ideal. she stopped by a puddle lying on the bridge between the sidewalk and the road, a dent in the pavement. the wind was still tonight, and she gazed at the glass-like water, blinking at her reflection. she wasn't even curvy. turning to the side, she eyed her lack of a womanly figure in disappointment. before she lost herself in thoughts of this, she moved away, stepping back from the puddle with a tightness in her heart. she had seen the pictures- and knew she looked exactly like her mother. a spitting image. could her father love the person who was repsonsible for her look-a-like's death? could he accept her, or would he forever be reminded of his once-upon-a-time girlfriend? or did he hate her because she looked like the young woman he had once fought so violently with? these questions buzzed in her mind, and she lost sight of where she was going, aimlessly walking to nothing, from nothing.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 23, 2012 13:00:51 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEN I LOOK AWAY GIVE YOU THE GUN BLOW ME AWAY The Tag: anyone. The Words: 699 The Notes wassup. A part of him wanted to slip back into the tunnel at his back and back into his underground world to go back up the steps to his home. His awareness was not all that aware and he was for some reason feeling like if he went back home he would manage to sleep it off this time. Bishop, however, was still aware that he would have places to go later tonight and would only be wasting his time with more attempts at a full rest. So his gangly form stayed pressed against the mouth of the tunnel, his skin almost just as cool to the touch as the walls by now. Not that he was ever truly something warm to touch anymore. He turned his head away from the sky and let it press against the stone, eyes closing with final resolve. It was time to stop this slowness and move his feet forward even if his mind would be several steps behind him. It wasn’t a good thing to leave your mind behind but Bishop had lost most of his desire to keep it on nights like this one. What would it have been like to become a mindless creature? Maybe he’d ask a werewolf.
Bishop wasn’t completely aware of when he had started moving forward again but he eventually understood that he was. One booted foot in front of the other, his line of vision bobbing between his feet and the blackened world around him. His senses felt so terribly dulled but his vision was still thankfully quite clear even without the full light from the moon. Its reflection on the clouds was enough to get him by and set the sky up in beautiful darkness. Only cracks of light could escape the billows of grey clouds overhead.
His feet ceased to move when he his eyes managed to catch sight of another creature walking through the night. It looked just as lost, if not more so, than he did. But Bishop had not fully allowed his guard to fall away from him, for his sight was still very much working. Had this figure came from behind then he would not have noticed it at all. He blinked away his carelessness, forcing on a mask that he was expected to wear most of it not completely fake. Bishop had always been a little rough around the edges and uninterested in people trying to pry into his emotions or thoughts. But, despite the popular belief, Bishop was not capable of being a completely heartless being. Feelings of past and present lingered helplessly in the abyss of his heart, always trying to find some kind of escape or relief. Apparently he’d rather suffer through decades of guilt than ever admit to any of these feelings inside of him. And, honestly, he was pretty sure he could go through several more decades without saying a word about them to anyone. Then again, there was that girl. That persistent, babbling girl… ah, and wasn’t it just his luck to find that she as the one strolling ever so close to him on this night?
It may have been a good thing that she had shown up so near. His body was aching and trying to gain his attention; it was time to eat. However, he was stubborn and the strangeness of biting into someone and sucking out their lifeblood had always settled uneasy with him when he had just had a conversation with them. That was why he had such difficulty with any kind of donor. That was also why he would have much preferred she had just shut up and done the job than ask him questions over and over again. With his luck though Bishop had got the girl who liked questions and who had now made herself all too real to him. It’d be easier to just find some drunkard and sip from their veins.
“What are you doing?” he called to her, sounding stern but looking uninterested. It wasn’t his business, he knew. But he was aware of things such as rouge vampires looking for a meal wherever they went. “Nights like these are dangerous ones.” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 23, 2012 14:03:50 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] the night held a lot of things. it held beauty, of course, which had captured effy's all-consuming attention. but it held danger, something that the little brunette should have been more aware of. she had a habit of finding herself in sticky situations, hell she was a trouble magnet. maybe it was the stuffiness of her head, or maybe it was her mental exhaustion, but had forgotten she might not be alone. in that moment, her own little world shattered, dispersing into the darkness as if it had never been there at all. she was left, a ghostly shell, but in the company of a figure she had noticed in a reflection. he was standing a little ways behind her, but she could tell that he had noticed her presence. he was staring, as if contemplating. with a shiver, she wrapped her jacket closer to her ill and fragile body.
effy half-turned, her body perpendicular to the way he head faced- her gaze fixed on the figure who had called to her. the voice, she knew, was familiar. her expression was mild, and a soft yet crooked smile lifted the corners of her lips. he sounded like he was scolding her for staying out too late, and it was almost humorous. he would have been the last person she guessed to have such a tone. folding her arms tightly over her flat chest, she minimized another small shiver and let a soft breath exit her lips. "i am walking. is that a problem?" she asked, quirking a brow. despite sickness, she was alright. well enough to crack a joke anyway. "besides, all nights are dangerous. there is nothing special about this one." she added, fully turning to face him and taking a few steps in his direction. she didn't want to get too close, for she knew she appeared ill. she knew dark circles were under her eyes, she hoped they would have been hidden by the shadows. she knew she as pale, and she knew she had not even bothered to brush her hair before going out. but maybe the darkness would shield these. maybe not.
"and i could ask you the same thing." she added, a spark of her well-bodied attitude making an appearance. she hoped that it would further hide her illness. her job was to donate blood, but she was sick and small and both of those reasons were piling against her.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 24, 2012 12:58:17 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEN I LOOK AWAY GIVE YOU THE GUN BLOW ME AWAY The Tag: anyone. The Words: 506 The Notes wassup. The bleak green eyes scanned over the young woman through the darkness of the night. Unlike humans the vampires vision was more adapt to the dark, specifically the dark of the night. However, unlike most vampires, Bishop was not taking care of himself as well as he probably should have been. With the possibility of thousands of years to walk the Earth one would probably think that you’d try to take care of yourself and see as much of it as possible. Well he guessed he was one of the few who had been the type to guess he wouldn’t make it beyond the age of thirty. Yet here he was at a considerably young age for his new species, his body fully animated and his mind fully aware at the age of one-hundred-thirteen. One-hundred-thirteen years of poor health and he was still dragging himself around through the dark. He guessed that already technically having been dead helped with his lack of sufficient care. But he really wasn’t sure. You couldn’t get anymore pale than the walking dead who never saw the sun light could you? So one could push away the obvious signs of sickness since a vampire usually looked a bit ill in his opinion.
Then there was Effy Blunt, his petite blood donor. She was not a vampire and her frail mortal body could show the signs of weakness as clear as crystal when it was in enough need to be taken care of. Through the night he could see the darkness of her tired eyes in comparison to the white of her skin. Her body had been thin as long as he could recall though so he usually only dared to guess that it was merely the figure that she had been born with. Her short stature only convinced him further of his assumptions and he’d also be comforted in knowing that the only creature he had to gain blood from was, in fact, somewhat healthy. These thoughts would not be so difficult to push away if she was nothing more than a passing human. She was more than just a passing human, however.
He started toward her again when she took a few steps in his direction. He did not stop several feet away though and instead continued until he stood fully before her. The cool stare of his eyes dropped to look down at hers, as she was almost a full foot smaller than him. Now up close he could clear up any questions that were lingering within his mind regarding her health. He ignored her words, simply keeping his unblinking stare trained on her own face. Bishop was not looking into her eyes though, he was instead searching over every detail that he could while standing so close. Then, finally, his lips parted. “You look like hell,” he told her plainly. “How do you expect to keep your work if you can’t even keep yourself somewhat decent? I’ll surely starve if I keep you.” Not that he wasn’t already. |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 24, 2012 14:02:05 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] he had always been unhealthy. when she was younger she was often sick, but she quickly learned to take care of herself when her father left the medicine on the counter without directions in a rush to get to work. even when she was young, she went for walks to ease her tired eyes and clear her stuffed nose. she straye further and further as she grew older, as if knowing that one day she might not turn around. or she would turn around and find that she had lost her way. no one had ever told her what was wrong, and she assumed she had a shit immune system. there was never anything that pointed to another conclusion. now, though, standing close to bishop, she peered up at him, feeling his gaze search her face- finding every shadow lying upon her pale skin.
he was silent for a long time, and effy could only guess what he was thinking during that time. she wasn't going to tell him that she was ill- but he had seen it. she should have figured. she should have known. a vampire could see all. so instead, she just shrugged her boney shoulders, shrugging the jacket even tighter around her miniature figure. she bit her lower lip when he spoke, wondering if maybe her job would be in jeapoardy. maybe that was why radcliffe had left. she had bid him a good riddance, though, but at the same time she knew she would hate herself for loosing another job. she tried, though, to keep herself in good health. for the most part, she tried. there were days ... but those days rarely saw the sun.
"you won't starve." she replied crisply, pursing her lips in disapproval. "i took the job, i am going to follow through with it." she added firmly, as if the doubt had never even crossed her mind. she knew very well that she was a poor candidate for being a donor, that she was lucky to have been chosen, but she also knew that she had gained her father's determination. she would do her job or die trying. she had made a deal, a promise to bishop. frowning, she looked him over, having spent enough time around vampires to notice the little things, small details that showed unhealthiness. "hungry?" she drawled, pulling one sleeve up her arm and flashing her pale, thin wrist.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 24, 2012 23:22:01 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEN I LOOK AWAY GIVE YOU THE GUN BLOW ME AWAY The Tag: anyone. The Words: 519 The Notes wassup. Perhaps he should consider the idea of starving. It was surely possible for a vampire to starve to death wasn’t it? Was it sad that he wasn’t sure and he was a vampire? Of course, compared to many, he was but a baby in their world. Vampires lived on for so many years that having a mere hundred or so under your belt meant very little. Especially when it had only been roughly eighty years of life as a vampire. This led him to the conclusion that the only way he was to find out whether or not starving to death was possible was to actually go ahead and starve himself. It was just a private thought, however, and more than likely would become nothing more than that. Bishop honestly hadn’t the slightest idea of how long that he could last but for tonight he would not be filling that hungry lust for blood. It was clear to see that his little donor would probably not fare too well if he sunk his teeth into her flesh on this night. Only if he became desperate would he draw a drop or two of the precious liquid and it would surely come at the cost of another human being; not of the sickly girl before him.
His eyes watched as she showed him the slender white wrist from under the sleeve of her coat, the feeble thing turned upward and still rather tempting. But Bishop was young and stubborn, unconcerned with having any kind of meal for the time being (though his body ached in protest). He pulled his stare off of her to get him mind elsewhere and what better place than the open night?
“I am not interested in having the blood of someone who is obviously feeling ill,” he retorted coolly. Could you get sick from having the blood of a sick person? It was something that he had never really considered up until now and realized that maybe it was something he should truly think about. Humans were really such fragile creatures too, so what would happen if she ended up being even sicker than she let on to be? He would have very possibly wasted his time with this one then, right? He decided not to think too much into it anymore as it was making the sharp lines of his jaw tighten dramatically. He had to relax… this girl always managed to get the better of him emotionally, it seemed.
Bishop sucked in a quick breath of the cool night air through his lips and then tossed a rigid look in Effy’s direction. Usually Bishop wasn’t so concerned with people and could shrug his shoulders at any disagreements, but in this case he sort of relied on the well being of this girl. Sure, he could get another but what a hassle that would be. “You should take better care of yourself,” he murmured, slightly annoyed with his own aggravation about the situation. “Stay where it is warm and rest for a while. You have nothing better to do, correct? You won’t miss anything.” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 24, 2012 23:41:10 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] denial had always been something that effy was never good at. if she knew something, she could not turn her back on it. she knew she was sick, and that fact embedded in her skin like a thorn. when bishop spoke the words that shot her offer down, she felt her hands ball into fists. she said nothing at first, her lips sewn shut while anger boiled beneath her veins. she stared with fiery blue eyes up at the vampire before her and wanted very badly to shove her hands to his chest and push him backward. even in health, she knew she would not send him far. as tiny as she was, well, it was just something she knew. she was never in denial.
"i told you i will do my job." she snapped, refusing to let the sleeve fall back around her wrist. "besides when do you start caring about things like that anyway? i highly doubt you will get sick. radcliffe never did." effy grumbled, her gaze mutinous as she shifted her weight back and forth. her temper always seemed to get the best of her, emerging in times where it least mattered. she felt every muscle growing tense beneath her skin and she didn't know whether she wanted to shove her wrist beneath his teeth anyway or turn and kick the nearest tree. when he spoke again, casting a rather annoyed glance in her direction, she narrowed her eyes and ran her tongu along her teeth, curling her lip slightly in disgrace. she held her words, though, and when bishop had finished talking, she had to remain quiet for a moment longer. when she began speaking again, parting her lips to protest against his conclusion, she kept her voice quieter. she let it grow soft in tone and volume, knowing it would be barely audible to anyone except for him. the wind would swallow it whole.
"i take care of myself just fine." she muttered, letting her arms drop to her sides and shrugging. "i enjoy the walks- they help, believe it or not. and i am not joking when i say i can do the job. i had always done it before." her words twirled in the breeze and kept pace with the rhythm of the rustling leaves on the trees. it would carry to bishop's ears, but no further. and effy stood, her gaze peeling away from the vampire to look up once more, taking in the night sky, now shrouded by clouds. she frowned, about to mention this, when rain began as a drizzle, pitter-pattering on the sidewalk. it grew heavier with each passing moment, and effy just looked back down, her face clearly expaserated with the turn of events.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 25, 2012 0:41:25 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEN I LOOK AWAY GIVE YOU THE GUN BLOW ME AWAY The Tag: anyone. The Words: 677 The Notes wassup. She was stubborn, that was one trait that the girl always managed to show him. Even in her obviously ailing health she was trying to convince him otherwise of his choice and without even a tremor in her voice. She was brave enough to simply be able to speak with him in such a manner. If he had wanted to he could have very well harmed her right on the spot. Her small stature would not hold too much in her current state and with his curse he could probably drain the lifeblood right from her little body! Bishop could not decide whether the girl had figured him out or simply lacked being fearful of anything. She had once told him that she was afraid of vampires, or perhaps it had been she was afraid of the idea of becoming one. Other than that he knew little of what frightened her. Obviously he was not one of those things nor was the darkness of nightfall. So all he could do in reply to her stubbornness was continue staring at her with that same annoyed glare that he often found himself holding with her. So many times she made him question his choice of having her to be his donor.
Bishop’s stance softened a bit at the mention of Radcliffe, his usually narrowed eyes calming. “I am no Radcliffe,” he told her simply, without any other words regarding the man who was now lost to them and only lurked in the shadows of their minds. For the time, Bishop planned on keeping his fuzzed memories of the man locked up there. He hoped they wouldn’t need to resurface again, though had a horrible feeling in his gut that one day he would have to let them come back as would the vampire eventually. He couldn’t dodge the memories or Radcliffe forever, but he could give them one heck of a run.
Her soft words did not fall upon deaf ears. Even with the buzzing in his head from his wariness he could hear Effy’s words buzzing by with the wind. His eyes strayed from her then and looked back out to the night holding in them obvious doubt. For a moment he found the girl to be completely daft. What did she think she would be accomplishing by almost getting herself killed? Surely money was not more important than her own life, was it? What use would she be to that father of hers if she were dead? It was all so frustratingly stupid but the moment was brief and Bishop regained his thoughts. If the girl wanted work then he would give her work. If she was willing to continue on with being so stubborn then let her. Why should he have to suffer at the price of her stupidity? He had given her a chance. Perhaps it was his dried up veins that were making his heart so quick to change on the matter at hand. Or perhaps his yearning to keep all those silly feelings at bay.
The slim vampire turned back to her then, watching the sprinkle of water droplets fall onto her form. As he stared at her Bishop pulled his emotions back deep within himself so that his instincts for survival could reappear. They were only that… instincts and nothing more. If his instincts and thoughts had ever been in sync then by now he would have been dead. That is, assuming his instincts would give into his thoughts.
He furrowed his brow. “I have no interest in that,” he nodded toward her wrist. He could feel his need for personal space trying to well up inside of him again, but bit it back. Bishop took one airy step in her direction to close any gaps between the two of them then. He did not hesitate. In one sweeping motion he brought his head down to her level, his hands grabbing hold of each of her shoulders, and his pointed canines planted themselves firmly into the nook between her neck and shoulder. |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 25, 2012 9:39:36 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] the rain melted onto her skin, wetting her clothes, her hair, her shoes. water dripped from her eyelashes and blurred her vision just enough to be surprised when bishop closed that last bit of space between them, his elongated canines meeting her neck with an explosion of pain. she would have jerked, moved away in shock, but the vampire's firm grip held her shoulders in place. a wave of panic washed over her, lasting only one solitary moment before she gathered herself and realized what was happening. once she did so, she tilted her head back slightly, closing her eyes so rain would not fall into them.
it was something you never got used to, being bitten by a vampire. radcliffe had gotten her in almost every spot he could- and she had been bitten by bishop before. in any normal case it would be something she was used to, but effy had never found peace in the momentary flood of fear. even as it faded, she found herself stiffened, her muscles tensed. she forced them to relax, to lay slack. she stood still as stone for a minute, feeling the blood leave her body, unable to watch the scene occurring before her eyes. but despite her confidence in her ability to donate the blood to him, she felt her knees growing shaky and her head getting light. she could have floated away now, and wouldn't know the difference. was she grounded? she couldn't tell with her head tilted back, but the sky wasn't moving any closer. to be sure she wouldn't fall over, she reached out, grabbing bishop's arms in an effort to keep herself steady.
she would be fine. she repreated this like a mantra in her head because she knew it was true. she would feel shaky, she might sleep for a long time, but she would wake up feeling quite alright. she knew this, she remembered it from bites past. the rain continued to fall, it's pace evening out at middle to heavy, and effy was just glad that the clouds were not opening a torrential downpour. even still, the jacket keeping her vaguely warm was soaked, and she felt cold to the bone, zero at the muscles. she shivered beneath bishop's grip and felt ... strange. she was too cold- it was both outside and in. all over she felt icy, as if someone had stuck her in a freezer and then filled her with ice cubes. she took a deep and somewhat rattling breath. "bishop." she gasped.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 25, 2012 11:55:13 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEN I LOOK AWAY GIVE YOU THE GUN BLOW ME AWAY The Tag: anyone. The Words: 707 The Notes wassup. The guilt that he had felt about going against his own word dissipated when the warm gush of blood ran over his tongue and his exhausted body felt a dizzying relief. Now with the taste and feeling of being renewed, Bishop kept his bite and held on still to the tiny woman’s shoulders. For a few moments he found himself lost in the joys of a warm meal. The rain had ceased from sprinkling and now fell frequently to the ground and against the two bodies standing beneath it. Bishop’s cold body hardly noticed it though and his mind was too busy to care for it. The navy blue shirt had easily started to soak under the gentle downpour and his dark brown hair was pressing close to his skull. It didn’t even cross his mind that the warm blooded creature he was holding tight might not be so fond of the rain. She was already having her blood stolen from her veins, a tiring experience Bishop knew, and the girl was ill. But he thought naught of any of these things or how the consequences would pan out. For now the slim vampire only thought of one thing and his mind was completely focused on that.
It had been many years since Bishop had truly drank his fill. For a moment, he thought that he was going to do just that. A voice managed to pull his attention back to the realities though and his green orbs snapped back open, his tongue pressing against the two holes he’d made in Effy’s skin. It took a moment for himself to completely recover from his spell but when he felt the weight he was holding onto grow a little heavier and realized it had been his name that was called Bishop pulled away from her neck completely.
The vampire straightened himself and a hand that was on her shoulder glided up to her neck so his palm could press against the open skin and hopefully stop the bleeding. There was no sense in wasting any of the precious blood. His eyes drifted up to look to her face and he took note that she did not look half as confident as she had when she was offering him her wrist. On the other hand, Bishop already felt the relief of having a replenished bit of blood in his system. The dull pounding of a headache continued but he found himself less and less bothered by it. He pushed any feeling of remorse aside as best he could, reminding himself that not only was it this girl’s job to feed him but she had also offered him. However Bishop’s very human complexities did not allow him to feel nothing at all about the situation at hand and he probably regretted more so that he could not dispel the feelings completely.
A vampire’s skin was always somewhat cold to the touch. Bishop could not tell that the girl’s temperature had dropped in the least bit and could only stare at her strangely as she shivered under his hold. His mind had already put together the few culprits for this though, aside from her being ill and having her blood drawn from her it was also raining. He wasn’t sure what to say to her though. She had called his name but it had surely only been an indication that she could not continue with what he had been doing and nothing more than that. “Come along,” he told her, his tone still even. He pulled the girl forward and stepped beside her so that they could walk side by side. His hand still covered the marks on her neck by wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Then he led her forward, back to the opening of the tunnel that he had come from earlier where the rain could not fall onto her. There he faced her back to the wall and released his grip on her.
“You were too stubborn to listen to me,” he murmured, shaking his head. A single brow arched up and he turned his eyes back out toward the rain. “How do you suppose you are going to get home now? Shall I call a cab?” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 25, 2012 12:52:29 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] it had to have been about six months ago that effy found herself in a situation quite like this. instead of bishop standing beside her, though, it was the hateful face of radcliffe. she didn't like to think about him, but sometimes memories came without warning and flooded through her mind, uninvited and unwelcome. she had been standing in the rain, feeling unwell, but following orders. he had called her to this spot, and she stood under the shelter of a tree. he had slipped up behind her, without hesitation, and drank his fill- and more. he was always greedy and remorseless when it came to things like that. and just as quickly as he had come, he was gone. she was seeing nothing but black, her knees rubbery and unsupportive. she had truly tried, resorting to crawling to a safer spot. but she had been blind, whether he eyes closed or her mind refusing to give them the power to catch a glimpse of her surroudnings. she found herself against a tree trunk, and she had sat there until mornign came, until she could get to her feet, and until the rain had ceased.
this situation, however, had not ended as she had remembered the last one. bishop jerked away when she spoke, his cool gaze brushing her face, watching and collecting the change in details, the growth of shadows. his hand, once gripping her shoulder tightly, loosened and slid upward, covering the mark on her neck and acting as a stopper for blood flow. he pulled her forward, and set her in step with himself, moving her forward until suddenly the rain stopped falling. confused, she peered upward and found that they were under the shelter of a cave, out of the elements. blinking in surprise, for she had not seen this cave there before. when bishop spoke, she peered up at him and shook her head gently, trying not to move too fast. "no cab." she muttered, stepping back until she had reached the wall of the cave, and sliding town to sit. she brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, curling up as tightly as she could for warmth.
"if i sit here for a little bit i'll be okay. besides, the weather didn't call for rain so it should only be in passing." she said, her voice slightly raspy and gravelly, but more steady than it had been before. she tilted her head back until it hit the wall and she closed her eyes, focusing on taking a few deep breaths. in and out. in and out. "did you get enough?" she asked without opening her eyes, or even shifting an inch.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 25, 2012 23:28:00 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEN I LOOK AWAY GIVE YOU THE GUN BLOW ME AWAY The Tag: anyone. The Words: 501 The Notes wassup. The pale green eyes watched the girl as she gathered her bearings and slipped down the wall of the tunnel to hold her knees. He still stood a few feet away with a face of stone and his body may as well have been too in that instant. Bishop didn’t move a muscle; he only watched and waited on her to say something else to him other than not wanting a cab. A cab would have been less of a hassle than this, he was sure, but the thought of dragging her into a cab with a freshly bit neck turned Bishop back away from the idea almost completely. He would let the feeble thing pick what she wanted to do on her own, even if his better judgment told him that she should be doing otherwise. And it was not just for her sake but for the sake of the blood flow he should have been receiving. At least, for the moment, he could be satisfied.
Finally, there was movement on his face. His eyes flashed curiously as he stared down at her and he felt the sudden desire to not speak of what had just gone on. Never had he been terribly fond of the idea of going around and drawing blood from people he was acquainted with. It proved to be an awkward thing but Bishop did well at hiding his feelings about it and still held a very stoic look. It was not in her best interest to just stand and watch though he could probably do it for hours on end if need be. The vampire instead stepped forward toward the wall and threw his own back against it.
“For the time,” he answered her simply. He followed her lead then and started an easy slide down the stone wall until he was balanced on the balls of his feet. Bishop had no intentions of sitting himself completely on the damp ground of the tunnel’s entryway. He looked to her then with his arms resting on his knees and his shoulders hunkered forward. Again he watched her with unblinking eyes.”A different choice in careers may do you some good,” he finally said. “You were not meant for something like this. You are far too weak.”
For once, he wasn’t trying to be completely horrible about it. His voice was plain and honest though it lacked any concern. It was the truth though, the girl was not really in the best of shape to be doing what he had hired her to do and it was quite displeasing to only be finding this out now. It was true that he could shrug it off and continue feeding off her till his heart was content but Bishop had never had any intentions of bringing the girl close to death. A corpse was never of very much use to anyone, especially a thirsty vampire.
“You can’t sit here all night,” he spoke again.”It would be stupid. It is stupid.” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 26, 2012 9:14:02 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] the rain berated the concrete of the sidewalk beyond the cave, creating a shroud by the entrance. blinking, effy watched the droplets hit the ground and explode, showering into a million smaller bits that fell upon the ground once more, soaking into the concrete. she sighed, letting the breath escape through her slightly parted lips, blinking and turning her gaze to bishop when he spoke. she frowned, knowing fully well that was in fact correct, but only for this moment in time. sure, she was often sick, but she was not always so. shooting the vampire a reproachful glance, she reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, ignoring the bangs that fell before her eyes, shielding them from view.
"i will not consider another job." she replied through gritted teeth, not facing bishop but instead turning her face to stare at the floor by the entrance of the cave. "i am sick now but i will not be sick forever." now she whipped her head around to face him, glaring up at him with eyes burning blue fire. "you don't even know me. i am telling you that i can handle this." she spoke each word carefully, harshly, and honestly. it was true she had managed before and she would manage now. of course it was not an ideal job but it was a promise she had made and she was going to follow through with it whether he liked it or not. she hated being told she was not good enough for something, and her fatal flaw was her constant pride to prove herself to others. it came with the territory of being small and sickly, but it was something that was embedded so deeply that it could not be ignored.
"it's as if you think i'm just going to keel over and die on the spot." she muttered, knowing very well that it would not happen. she had not even passed out, and she was already feeling a steadiness return to her head. she felt more grounded than she had before, despite her quaking insides. at this point, she assumed they were mostly trembling out of anger and indignance than weakness. "and i don't intend to sit here all night." she lied, not really caring either way where she slept until the sun rose again. "as i said, i am just waiting until i feel well enough to walk again." she rolled her eyes and braced herself to stand. placing her hands against the ground, she pulled her knees back until her feet were flat on the ground and she used the wall to climb to her feet. once standing, she leaned against it next to bishop and crossed her arms over her chest, casting a sidelong glance that looked him up and down.
"i made a promise when i became your donor. i follow through with my promises." she took a deep breath, looking out of the cave once more, eyeing the rain with a neutral gaze, her breathing becoming more regular, less hitched, and her brain's relentless pounding beginning to relax. "i would not have agreed if i thought i was going to let you starve."
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 26, 2012 23:50:53 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEN I LOOK AWAY GIVE YOU THE GUN BLOW ME AWAY The Tag: anyone. The Words: 592 The Notes wassup. Perhaps he understood why Radcliffe left the girl unconscious. Now that Bishop had gotten her out of the rain and she was much more aware of herself and her surroundings, Effy’s stubbornness was coming back quickly. Then it again, it had never really left. It was not helping defeat the headache that he had hoping the consumption of blood would manage to subside though. Most of her words rolled over him without Bishop ever dissecting a single one. He had decided that it was nothing more than her rambling about how capable she was of doing something that she obviously, in his eyes, was not physically capable of actually doing. He waited ever so patiently to burst the persistent girl’s bubble, his eyes still locked in the same cool stare. As she raised her body from its spot on the ground he followed suit, but his eyes never left her and he did not have half the trouble sliding back up the wall as she. The stare may have never broken away but Bishop’s lack of expression ceased to be and he replaced it with a very unimpressed look. He, after all, really wasn’t buying a word of what she said to him.
Finally, her chatter was done and they were left with only the pitter-patter of rain droplets to cut through the silence. It was a silence that Bishop did not mind in the least bit however. This silence allowed him a moment to think without Effy’s rambling to distract him or irritate him. He took a moment to consider her opinion and supposed that if he were to go along with her idea then it would be easy enough. When you didn’t care about something you did not have to carry any guilt around with you. Unfortunately, buried in that calloused soul of his, Bishop had a conscience that would not let him agree with her. Not fully, at least and if he had to he was not beyond lying.
“Next time I’ll just leave you then,” he replied to her offhandedly. “You seem to prefer Radcliffe’s methods over my own.” Despite the resigned appearance, Bishop was more than a little aggravated with her. He had managed to restore his cool after his long needed drink. Now Bishop smirked away the annoyance he was feeling toward her, telling himself to go ahead and welcome the woman’s stubbornness. What was so wrong about having a little fun with the person he had hired to be his donor anyways? In the eyes of other vampires she would probably appear as nothing more than a slave to him, so what was he to worry? Oh that conscience, that conscience…
Bishop turned to her then, eventually stepping so that he was standing in front of her. He closed the space to press her against the wall, his sly grin resting easy on his lips now. “And what shall I do with you, stubborn girl? Perhaps take a bite of that smart tongue of yours to swell it and keep you from speaking? Surely then I will not go hungry this night.” It was all teasing. It was all a mask he was pulling back over to keep whatever it was he wanted protected safe. It was that fear of someone knowing that he could possibly be vulnerable. She’d managed to spy a few cracks in his mask this night but he was interested in finding a way to cover them back up.
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