Nestled into the Umpqua Forest, Eugene, Oregon is a very busy college town that bustles about 24/7. A very rainy urban oasis in the middle of dense green forest. Within this town, among the unsuspecting human race, live vampires, just like anywhere else in the world. Currently staying on the Northern outskirts are a coven of governing vampires dedicated to the keeping of the Code. The Code is the vampire law that all vampires must abide. Of course, there are delinquents.
Live as a vampire or human in the world of Ashen Nights. Abide by the Code or break it and face the consequences. Create your own coven or your own empire... For the vampire, the whole world is a playground.
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Pondering *open* « Thread Started on Jul 1, 2008, 12:43pm »
Nicolas no longer had a need for his Sire, the man he'd walked around the earth with for almost two hundred years was free to continue doing so without him. Because he had found himself a Coven, somebody who supported Nicolas' personal tastes in food without making him feel guilty every time he fed. They were only few at the moment and none of whom he felt trusted him so far, but he simply didn't care. He knows he's trustworthy and he feels that it'll only be a matter of time before others do too. He may not admit it to anybody but he needs others like him, without them he fears turning into some blood thirsty beast. So he'll do what it takes to keep his place in the Dannati Coven. Anything.
A storm had passed overhead the night before, leaving the grounds sodden and wet, the air heavy and humid. But still he sat outside, perched upon the dry brick of a wall with his legs hanging down the side. He preferred to stay outside than stay within the walls of the building, not because he was afraid he'd come across somebody.. He refused to admit that that was the reason.
But it was. Breadon had taken Antoinette and now she was just like them. Oh he didn't hate his Coven leader for doing this, he never would, he didn't blame him actually. Antoinette was strangely endearing as a mortal, he would have bitten her himself if he'd have known he wouldn't accidentally kill her. He lacked the will power though.
He scratched at a non existant itch upon his cheek, glancing overtowards one of the doorwarys of the house as he heard footsteps treading their way over the floor within. At least somebody was awake, even at four am in the morning. Sure they could stand in the sunlight, but the night holds such a more intoxicatingly dangerous edge to it. Nicolas prefers that..
ooc: lol, i really don't mind. You can if you want xD I just wanted to make a new thread, i have all intentions of replying to our other one still though.
ooc: okay! well, im going to post here. lol. cause i want him to meet new vampy Ant! and, im sorry, but this is a really short post.
I strolled through the outer garden, the one that contained the most exotic of flowers. The venus fly trap, the poison ones that kill with a petal, the ones that can save your life with one petal. I definetly did not know the names of all of them, but I was excited to see them all. This new eyesight was really great. Something that would come in handy.
A new scent hit me, and I turned, happily running towards where it came from. She stopped, happy to see an old friend. Really old friend. She leapt onto the wall, using her new found balance to walk on it. I did a back bend on it, smiling as I came to sit down next to Nicolas.
"Look, I'm not clumsy anymore. How are you Nicolas?" I murmured, patting his leg. He was one of my only friends. And he was right about Braedon. He was family of some sort. And they did live in the area. But he hadn't said anything about Braedon's attitude. I tucked my curls behind my ears and dangled my legs over the wall, my heels hitting the bricks. The soft thumping made me smile even more.
"So. Your family is...unique. Guess I'm part of it now. And, about at the river. When you said that if Vampires were real, they would come from the trees for us. Have you ever hunted that way?" I was curious to know. He had said so many things that would have made sense if only I'd known that he was a Vampire.
He watched warily as she approached him, his past history with newly made Vampires causing him to err on the side of caution. Some use their new found abilities to their advantage, rampaging without care nor concern for anything that happens to get within their pathways, including their own kind. He didn't want to believe that she would fall that low, but still he couldn't help but wonder.. She was so young.
The caution dissolved rapidly as she took a seat beside him, as civil as anybody possibly could be, considering what they were.
Her question and the light touch upon his leg felt nothing like the night beside the river, she had been alive then, her heart thrashing wildly within her chest so very audible to his sensitive hearing. Emotions running so very high all of the time, so much so that he could almost smell the hormones within the air. A quiet intake of breath confirmed what he already knew, she smelt like one of them now, her scent smothered by the musty aroma of Vampire.
The light pat on his leg reminded him to answer her careful question and he did so, though not in the joyful tone of voice he'd spoken with just days ago, "absolutely thrilled now that i know you're not clumbsy anymore," his british accent accentuating his words to a higher level of sarcasm, "for God's sake, Antoinette, you're dead," he snapped, a rare occassion for him. Green eyes flashed with what appeared to be annoyance, though it wasn't at her, but at himself. He was angry with himself and he had no idea why. He'd work it out sometime later, because;
Her next question changed his entire demeanor, bringing an abrupt laugh from his lips, and a sudden bemused expression upon his face. His attention span is short at the best of times. Her question had actually amused him enough to make him temporarily forget his minor hissy fit, "no!" He exclaimed jovially, a slow and sly smile curving at his lips, "I prefer approaching sleeping woman and attempting to convince them that there's something out there to get them, something worse than a puny college boy," he grinned, not bothering to keep the dainty, yet deadly fangs hidden, "I like the irony, it makes me laugh."
His grin faded at the edges as he stopped speaking, his gaze had settled upon her face and for a moment he simply regarded her thoughtfully, his head tilted ever so slightly to the side, "I knew what Braedon was doing to do to you.. Don't you hate me for not warning you?" Because he would if he were in her position. But then it had taken four decades, give or take a few years for him to accept what he was..
I was taken aback by his sharpness, my hand withdrawing from his leg. I crossed my arms, hissing in indignation. Hopping off the wall, I stalked a few paces away. His attitude hurt. Why would he be so angry? "Yes Nicolas, I realize that I'm dead. And I would rather be alive right now, but guess what? This is what I was dealt." Turning back, my face was stoney, and wonder crossed my features in a few seconds.
He was laughing at me. Laughing like some school girl, because of what I said before. Huffing, I crossed my arms, frowning. "I don't see what so funny. I don't even understand why I have to hunt in the first place. And why humans? Couldn't I just like, go to the blood bank or something?" My anger disipitated, and I walked back over to the wall.
He knew that Braedon would turn me? In a way, I was appaled that he didn't warn me. But I wasn't sure that it would have done anything. I knew Braedon better now, and knew that he would take anything that he wanted, especially a human. The way he'd acted that night made me realize just how much he'd wanted me.
"I don't hate you," I murmured, looking at him. With my ghostly pale hands, I pulled myself easily back onto the wall, sitting beside him again. "I wished that I had some warning though. It would have given me time to close down my dance studio." Sitting on my hands, I bowed my head, luminous curls falling down my shoulders.
"Being human was great. But Braedon wants me to be different. Stronger, angrier, more like him. He wants....he wants me to rule beside him." Sighing, I glanced over at him. Hopefully he wouldn't explode on me again, because I wouldn't want to turn on him in anger. "I saw him the otherday. He showed me how to feed. Told me the only place that I could be was here, at the manor." I raised a hand and tucked some hair behind it. The other day when I woke, I had felt so good, so strong. I felt invincable. But when the realization hit me that I was dead, I sort of 'died' all over again.
"Is it bad, to be with Braedon? He can be so cold, and angry. But he's passionate in a way I've never seen. He's nothing like you." I thought for a moment, and then spoke again. "Would you have changed me if Braedon haden't?"
She reacted in the way that he thought she would, he wouldn't have expected anything less of her to be honest because he knew he had been rude. She had just had a life altering experience, a painful experience in which she will never forget for however long she lives and here he was not making her life any better. Besides, her reaction made him begin to believe that perhaps she hadn't lost who she had been as a human, not yet anyway.
His amusement never disipitated like her anger, it remained present upon his eternally youthful face. Because, quite truthfully he found her words amusing, she was still so young even though she had changed species since he had last spoken to her. He didn't mean that in a patronising way either, he would never tease her because of her lack of knowledge about certain things, because he finds it refreshing.
"Do let me know how that goes, won't you?" He requested in all seriousness, though his voice was laced with amusement, "because the last time i heard, blood banks don't let people waltz on in and drink their stocks.. You do know it's not the same difference as freshly squeezed juice and cartoned stuff, right?" For a moment he looked momentarily digusted, "Plus, I bet it tastes vile."
Her tone made him pause once more, his amusement draining away to leave him looking sorry, his gaze a mixture of silent anguish and a regret that he feels nearly everytime something doesn't go quite the way he wishes it will, "I honestly wished i could have told you. I wanted to.. God knows i wanted too, but you know Braedon, he'll get what he wants no matter what stands in his way. It's what makes him a good Coven leader i suppose, it's why i'm here anyway."
"Of course he's nothing like me," he started, a ghost of his original smile now upon his lips, "he's old. Older than me by hundreds of years.. I think. Life here is safe. That's all i can really say.. We look out for each no matter what. The others can be testy at times, but I'll always be here for you.. Braedon will always be here for you." He hid the envy well, but then he's had time to control his jealousy ever since Braedon took her for his own. He knew that the Coven leader saw something special in her and that he would want her still, even after death and Nicolas would never be able to get in the way. It was something he had come to terms with. He didn't want to disrupt the overall Coven relationship, because he wanted to stay here. Fear of rejection was causing him to control his own emotions. Even though he didn't want to.
Her last question made his head turn to her sharply, the words startling him because, to be honest, he never thought she would ask such a thing. He took a few moments to reply, his voice quiet when he finally did so, "no." It was simple and to the point, he didn't feel it needed any explanation but he added one anyway, not wanting her to think he didn't like, nor want her, "because i would have killed you.." He added, sorrow edging his voice as he averting his gaze, "you smelt, well.. You have no idea how good you smelt to me Antoinette, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself.. You do understand, don't you? The blood lust within every one of us. It's hard to control, isn't it? Even at my age it still it, especially when there's somebody delectable right before us.. Gods, believe me Antoinette, if i were stronger i would have turned you.. If you'd have wanted it i wouldn't have hesitated," his smile returned, a hint of his cheeky personality peeking through once more, "there are, afetr all, worse people to spend eternity with." Though, if she'd said no he would had have to have killed her.. Or turned her against her will. No human can know about the Vampires. It's the law..
Nestled into the Umpqua Forest, Eugene, Oregon is a very busy college town that bustles about 24/7. A very rainy urban oasis in the middle of dense green forest. Within this town, among the unsuspecting human race, live vampires, just like anywhere else in the world. Currently staying on the Northern outskirts are a coven of governing vampires dedicated to the keeping of the Code. The Code is the vampire law that all vampires must abide. Of course, there are delinquents.
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