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| [R]Vampires and Fallen Angels (IC) | |
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| Topic Started: 27 Sep 2008, 09:48 PM (180 Views) | |
| Mira Darkmoon | 27 Sep 2008, 09:48 PM Post #1 |
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Aura's hips swing in rhythm to the music she is listening to as she walks towards the school and away from the student parking lot. "You will be mine, Vincent." She says, a mischievous smile on her face. She was Aura Wolf, one of the four vampires that lived in Clover Hills. The other three were still at the house getting ready. Aura was in the mood for trouble. She was hoping to put a certain young man in pain. Vincent. "Hm hm." She says at the thought of it. Vincent. He was a mystery. She couldn't hear his thoughts, or his friends. But that wasn't it. She was annoyed with the fact that he was immune to her. No man had ever been immune to her since she had been turn. She was not only annoyed with that, but fascinated by it. She pushes her hair out of her face and walks into the school, ignoring every young man in her hunt for Vincent. He is mine. Vincent is mine. she thinks with a sweet smile on her face as she walks down the hall, her icy blue eyes hunting for the young man. Trouble is still in my non-beating heart. Heh. Anne Delancy still lives it seems. I thought that part of me had died long ago. This should be very interesting, very interesting indeed. she thinks to herself, her mischievous smile back on her lips. Trouble was coming for Vincent in the form a beautiful Vampire named Aura. The Leader of the Clover Hill Vampires. Edited by Mira Darkmoon, 2 Oct 2008, 01:26 PM.
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| Miss Skizzy | 29 Sep 2008, 12:18 AM Post #2 |
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Vincent found himself sitting in the library faced with the illuminescent glow of a computer screen. On it were words he had typed from memory of the actual events rather than books. Any book on The Hundred Years War got something wrong, so he would tell it as it was. Of course that might actually lessen his grade. Oh well. He could only write the truth and hope someone out there would listen. His fingers tapped nimbly against the keyboard, his vibrant eyes watching the words appear on the screen as if by magic. Technology was astounding stuff, it rivetted him to watch what computers could do through the years. From NASA to an average person's car, technology was everywhere. Computers were his favourite technology, some would say he was a nerd even. Although a good looking one at that. A small girlish giggle drew him from his staring contest with the screen, a blonde haired browned eyed girl smilED at him from the end of the desk. He offered her a shy and somewhat disconnected smile, because that was all he could offer her. He knew how she was, he knew how most people wERE just from watching them go from their day to day life. She didn't interest him, perhaps she would make a good friend. But someone like him didn't have friends, only life long companions. And her length of life was... minimal in comparison to his. He saved his work to the USB he carried around with him at school and rose from the seat on long legs, his hair, now the longest it had ever been, laying like thick dark red velvet down his back. He'd have to cut it again soon, if he could be bothered to. Paying attention to one's looks were never that important to him, even after he had been bestowed the face of an angel. |
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| Mira Darkmoon | 29 Sep 2008, 01:55 PM Post #3 |
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The boys all stared at Aura as she walks down the hallway, she doesn't even seem to notice. Her icy blue eyes look straight down the hall, searching. "Hunting again Aura?" Dusk says, her orange eyes laughing. "Yes...Hunting." She mutters before glaring at Dusk. "Leaving now, see you later!" Dusk says before disappearing. Aura's icy blue eyes find her target. Vincent. A smile appears on her lips as she walks towards him. "Hello Vincent." Aura says to him. "Finish your report?" She says with a giggle. Aura only giggled when she was amused and he, as she'd said to the girls before, amused her. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, her head phones hanging around her neck. Beethoven softly playing from her headphones. She loved classical music, which most people couldn't stand for some reason. She couldn't figure out why that was. To her the only true music was classical music. Edited by Mira Darkmoon, 29 Sep 2008, 02:06 PM.
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| Persephone | 30 Sep 2008, 03:46 AM Post #4 |
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“Ain’t no mountain high, ain’t no valley low, ain’t no river wiiiide enough, baby! If you need me call me. No matter where you are, no matter how far. Don’t worry, baby,” Dawn sang with theatrical actions as she snipped at the various leaves and thorns of the rose bush. With ear phones on and iPod to its loudest, she was possibly the most animated girl in the school at the moment. Dawn leaned her head towards one rose, sniffed, and jumped to the brilliance of the lyrics, “Just call my name. I’ll be there in a hurry; you don’t have to worry.” She held an imaginary microphone to her lips and let loose, “’Cause baby there ain’t no mountain hiiigh enough. Ain’t no valley looow enough. Ain’t no river wiiide enough to keep me from getting to you, baby!” Though she lived with the three other vampires of Clover Hill, she had snuck out extra early – unbeknownst to their leader. It was a bad move on her part, but she couldn’t help it. She hadn’t tended to her garden in a week, and it was screaming for a nice little picking here and there. So, with some sweet talking to the janitor (he locked the courtyard until lunch time) got him to open it just for her. She was also glad her schedule this year was emptier than the past three years. Being a senior did have its perks, especially when you’ve had the same education for about three hundred plus years. She was already first rank in her graduating class, and to her knowledge, will be the first who graduates among the three “old” friends she had. Not that it really proved anything. She was just older… well… in human years. Vampire years, eh, she was third. With a clear schedule, it would also help her have some more free time scouting the boy, Deon. Of course, on her priority list – her garden always came first. Oh… and the song she was listening to… …and spaghetti… … … Okay, so maybe he’s on the list. Some ways down. She’d get to it though! Sooner or later. Dawn was really never one to shirk her duties, so it was a given. With that, Dawn kept dancing and singing to her heart’s content, possibly looking more human than any other Irish vampire in school. “I’m sorry I can’t give you any light, my dearlings,” she cooed to her plants. “Though you don’t need it when I’m here. I feel like I’m deprivin’ you all.” |
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| Miss Skizzy | 30 Sep 2008, 08:06 PM Post #5 |
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Aura's voice caught his attention, his cat like solid green eyes flicking to her as she asked her question and let a small laugh fall from her lips. Aura was a peculiar girl, she was stunning with pale features and dark hair, but there was still that something about her that struck him as dark and dangerous. Not that he could ever imagine the slender girl causing any damage, but he had learnt long ago that just because he couldn't imagine it didn't mean it couldn't happen. He offered her a small but well natured smile, it was a low watt version of the one he used to dazzle people so that he could do thing's without being suspicious. It worked wonders of women, but he would never use it on them unless it was necessary. "Aura." He nodded at her as he slid his bag over his head and gave a shrug with his strong shoulders. "As finished as it will ever be." He knew he would probably only get a B at maximum, the teachers were picky about thing's if the work didn't conform with their handbook's. He couldn't judge them though, they hadn't lived the 600 years he had. "Where are your friends? Are they sick?" Like they ever got sick, he had noted after a while of watching them. They were all perfectly statueque in looks and demeanor although some of them, Aura mostly, were a little fiestier. He wondered how the other boys were getting on with their investigations, perhaps he would call a meeting later so that they may talk it out. |
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| Mira Darkmoon | 1 Oct 2008, 02:43 PM Post #6 |
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A mischievous smile finds its way to her lips. "Oh they're around." She says before noticing that the other boys were glaring at Vincent. "I'll be seeing you around, Mon Cher." She says, tapping him lightly on the arm with her ungloved hand. Her skin as cold as ice. "Bye Mon Cher. Have a good day." She says with a teasing grin and walks away, her walk was like that of elegant cat. She stares up at the sky as she walks outside and a grim expression takes over her face. "Tomorrow will be too sunny. Tomorrow is a sick day..." She mutters to herself, her hand slowly going to her bag. Keys. It was tempting, very tempting. She would do it. She wasn't staying today. Her eyes narrow in displeasure as she picks up a certain smell. She'd leave before she was noticed. "Au revoir pour maintenant" She says before she walks back to her blue and black corvet and gets in. It wasn't likely anyone would notice she had vanished. She had a destination in mind. Clover Hill Woods. She closes the door, puts her bag on the passenger seat and backs up before hitting the gas and speeding off. "The language of my once homeland. France." She says waiting at a stop light. "So once it was, that she wondered through the woods lonely and sad. She came to the grove and there he sat, the vampire Laurence De Cray. In a matter of moments she ceased to be Lady Anne Delancy and would one day become Aura Wolf. The story of my life." Aura mutters before hitting the gas and speeding towards the woods. Away. She had to get away from the noise of the town and the school. The school was so use to Aura just vanishing from school that they just figured that she had gotten sick and went home. "So what is your story I wonder, Vincent Delante?" She whispers to herself. Her skin seemed paler, her icy blue eyes straining against something. A memory that would not come. "What are you, Mon Cher? You are not vampire but what are you? Hm....I shall find out soon enough, as you will eventually find out what I am." she mutters to herself. __________ Dusk wonders into the the library via the back door. She seemed to glow with excitement just looking at the books. Okay so she'd read every book in this library five years ago, but still maybe there would be a new one. Oh that prospect excited her. She walks pass everyone, her eyes aimed for the fiction books. She ignores everything else, except for the books. Finally she comes to the bookcase and scans the titles in hope. "Come on....something I haven't read, please..." She mutters her hand comes to a stop on a book. Bingo. "The Oracle's Tale. Aura would find the title amusing." She says with a smile before picking three other books which she had already read years before. But that didn't bother her at all. She smiles with her eyes half open, it made her look dangerous even if Dusk wasn't really that dangerous. Aura was more dangerous then Dusk ever would be. Edited by Mira Darkmoon, 2 Oct 2008, 01:09 PM.
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| heflo | 4 Oct 2008, 03:16 AM Post #7 |
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Stella yawned, struggling to concentrate. God, why was she here again? Huh, she shook her head. Must have zoned out again. Figures. Something about a boy... Heaving a sigh, she rolled her eyes. Wasn't everything about some person or another? It might be her mission, but for now, she needed space. Forcing her self to return to school each day was the hardest task she looked forward to each morning. Been there done that, why experience it over and over again? Oh. That's right. She didn't age. Fitting in with the humans was more hassle than it was worth. Looking around at the courtyard, her eyebrows furrowed. Fishing her iPod out of her pockets, she unwound the earphones and placed them in her ears, her long ponytail falling over one shoulder. Instrumental played as she walked off of campus, not caring who saw or the consequences. Cutting through the back woods a ways away, she walked on, continuing along unseen trails until she reached a gnarled old tree deep into the heart of the forest. This was her territory. Even her three friends barely came here. This was hers and she wasn't giving it up. The trees canopied, casting shadows in the seemingly ancient clearing. At one time, these plants hadn't been any taller than her. That had been in her beginning of her turning. Now, the trees towered, forming an umbrella to the sun above. Using her shoe, she brushed away the fallen leaves, settling in under the low hanging branches with minimal sound. Closing her eyes, she leaned in the shade, listening with her mind and her ears. She waited for a certain sound, turning the volume of her device lower. Breathing in, the rich smell of the forest brought a pleasant mood while the vampire meditated. |
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| StormWolf | 4 Oct 2008, 06:23 AM Post #8 |
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Xavier sat in the library, his Ipod blaring songs by Atryeu, Dimmu Borgir, Amon Amarth, and an assortment of other songs from his home, or his point of impact when he Fell. The Fallen angel sat at a table, his feet up on the tabletop as he sat in the comfy library chairs. He did the one thing he could really do without wanting to kick a dog, draw. Xavier loved the arts, no matter how macabre his may be. He was a great artist, working with little more than a mechanical pencil and a pen. He had been told by his "boss", Vincent, to watch the girl, Dusk. Xavier hated taking orders from anyone, but he did, knowing that he would at least be closer to both possible enemies. The fallen angel had watched Dusk throughout her time in the library from his spot. He would glance from her to his work of art, and back again. He was drawing her, a spitting image of her. He found her to be the most "alive" out of all of these living dead girls. Suddenly, Xavier's favorite song came up in his playlist, he began to sing along with the song, death-growl and all. Playing a wicked set of air-drums with his feet, pencil, and pen. "My decent is the story of everyman I am hatred, darkness and despair My decent is the story of everyman I am hatred, darkness and despair Evoked and entertained through centuries Wrathful and sullen--dormant still The ferocity pervades everywhere Waiting to be released at last Hear my offering Ye bastard sons and daughters Share my sacrifice Share my sacrifice My decent is the story of everyman I am hatred, darkness and despair My decent is the story of everyman I am hatred, darkness and despair My decent is the story of everyman My decent is the story of everyman I am hatred, darkness and despair My decent is the story of everyman I am hatred, darkness and despair Reconcile not with the fear of the snake But embrace it as your own Inject it's venom into your veins And replant the seed that gives growth Still shrouded in mystery Until you arise above perception A veil of ignorance is in motion Continuing throughout generations A veil of ignorance is in motion Continuing throughout multiple generations let me be the one that deliver you from the deceit And back into perfect accordance with the laws of nature The snake is notoriously tempting But the snake is fair What is worse than not knowing? To live or disappear? The ferocity pervades everywhere Waiting to be released at last Hear my offering Ye bastard sons and daughters Share my sacrifice Share my sacrifice" |
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| DarknessReigns | 8 Oct 2008, 01:54 AM Post #9 |
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Damian Sanguine ((That's only there because we've got a lot of characters.)) Damian watched the girl, Stella, walk out of school grounds. He always kept far, far away from her, and when he dared get closer, kept to the darkest shadows. He phased through walls, from tree to tree, into the ground, whatever it took to not get caught. This assignment proved more annoying than he thought it'd be. After a while, she became hidden by long boughs. He took this time to look around. They were in a very scenic, ancient looking clearing with old, wise trees and the sound of nature not being overpowered by the regular city noise. A smirk slowly crawling upon his face, Damien raced to the school and back again, not a single mortal suspecting him. One of his friends may have seen him blur or felt the wind rushing by, but regular humans were always so oblivious to such things. Silently, he stood at the center of the clearing, out of the eyesight of Stella. He rosined his bow and quickly brought his ancient violin upon his shoulder. Damian closed his eyes and began playing one of his favorite modern orchestra peices - Dirty Orchestra by Black Violin - not caring at all who heard. He was supposed to be looking after a girl, but Vincent never said that he had to be quiet about it. He played each solo in turn, his eyes closed, his muscles rippling and his arm was all but a blur. He was so absorbed, the girl could have up and left and he wouldn't have known it. Damian temporarily forgot about her, and all that was on his mind were the pieces he had memorized and planned on playing - Down and Out, El Tango de Roxanne, Hall Om Mig - so the violin wasn't the main focus, but he wasn't a musical prodigy for nothing. |
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| heflo | 11 Oct 2008, 09:49 PM Post #10 |
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She sat up, hearing the music loud and clear. Well, it wasn’t the sound she’d been waiting for, but still—it wasn’t unwelcomed. She leaned back and listened, her fingers thrumming to the melody. Humming, she didn’t even question the music or where it was coming from. As the music progressed into other songs, a whisper in her mind caught her attaion. She looked up as the hawk landed gracefully in the boughs of the oak. She held up her pale gaze and it lowered its head in greeting. She felt wordless communtication thread softly in her mind as he asked her permission. She straoked it’s feathers, her expression softening. This hawk had grown so quickly. It hadn’t been but a blink in time that she’d watched him and his siblings hatch. Had it been only two years ago? Heh, maybe she should stop blinking… “Dirmi che cosa è sulla vostra mente, il giovane uno.” She whispered fondly, smiling as he complied. He showed her of his day in sharp toughts, and made an affectionate noise—if a red tail could even make one. But she understood. She laughed as a perfect, unfixed memory touched her, a replay of being at the right place at the right time. Only moments ago, a blur had entered her clearing. At first she'd felt a tidge of annoyance, but then the blur had stop, raising a bow to his beautifully crafted violen.So there was a boy stalking her? Wait— She should be watching him. Ehh... Ah. Hmm. Oh well. Not wanting the violinist to stop, she watched as the young hawk turn his gaze towards the clearing, listening curiously. So what if she had a stalker? The music was good. She returned to her relaxed posture and hummed along to the songs, seeing as she had every one on her playlist. |
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