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Mar 9, 2006 0:14:27 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Mar 9, 2006 0:14:27 GMT -5
Pollynda snatched the gold coins from the air as Dark’s words drifted through her thoughts. With the coins in her grip she slowly opened her fist and allowed the coins to drop to the floor. The scene unfolded in what seemed like slow motion.
In that same languid motion, the vampires that were not uncontrollably drawn to the spilled blood, faded back, allowing Pollynda and Dark room to maneuver in the fight that all felt was about to begin.
Pollynda gathered all her power to herself. It had been over a decade since she had seriously fought another immortal. The last fight had ended badly, and not in Pollynda’s favor.
Her rage clouding her judgment, something that rarely occurred, Pollynda made the first move in a fight she most likely had not the age nor experience to win.
Coming forward, Pollynda aimed an uppercut punch to Dark’s chin with her right fist while she slashed his abdomen with her claw-like nails on her left hand.
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Mar 9, 2006 19:54:27 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Mar 9, 2006 19:54:27 GMT -5
Dark watched as he saw Pollynda advance. She seemed to be moving slowly to him. He could see where she meant to hit and quickly stepped aside with speed that would put a cheetah to shame. Turning, he watched as Pollynda missed her objective spot. Dark's eyes slowly began to glow brighter and brighter until they shone eerily blue, seeming to cut through the darkness of the club. A low threatening growl issued from his throat and he could feel his fangs growing larger within his mouth. He decided to fight fairly; vampire against vampire, and ignored his other form for the moment. His nails grew longer as well, turning into strong deadly points. Radiating with darkness, Dark's hair seemed to float on some unseen current and wisped around his face as if alive and ready to attack as well. Dark tossed his coat to the floor for the moment, making sure that he put one of his daggers into his pocket before doing so. Staring at Pollynda, he growled louder and more menacing before charging at her. He was in front of her before she had a chance to move. Grabbing her throat with one hand and holding her off the floor, Dark stared at her and flashed his fangs in annoyance. Dark added a little force to his hold, and stared into her eyes. I don't want to fight you, but you are leaving me no choice. Give up now before you make a fool of yourself, he again said through her mind. Snarling at her, he loosened his grip a little, but did not let go.
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Mar 9, 2006 23:56:25 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Mar 9, 2006 23:56:25 GMT -5
Pollynda gazed down into Dark’s eyes, and for the moment, was lost in their eerie blue depths. His hold on her neck was beyond painful and would have broken the neck of any human. All the rage, the anger, the fury--the will to fight left her young body as she stared helplessly into those iridescent blue eyes.
Words flittered through Pollynda’s mind but she was so captured by Dark’s eyes she only caught “Give up…” That spurred her out of her reprieve. With all her speed and power she swung her right leg back and connected her steel-toed-boot clad foot with Dark’s crotch. The reverberations of the impact sent shockwaves of pain through her leg.
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Mar 11, 2006 23:20:10 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Mar 11, 2006 23:20:10 GMT -5
Dark moaned in pain and threw Pollynda aside as if she was only a doll. Growling as the pain began to leave his body, his eyes glowed fiercely and his teeth gnashed together in rage. He no longer wanted to hold the rage at bay, but his mind would not allow him to let go fully. He did not know what would happen if he did not restrain at least part of himself, so he listened to his mind, but let most of the rage seep into his veins. Turning in a fury towards Pollynda, Dark's dagger flew to his hand faster than any human eye could see, and even an immortal would have had trouble seeing it do so. Moving with grace yet unbelievable speed, Dark ascended upon Pollynda. Flipping the blade between his fingers and then holding onto the hilt, Dark plunged it into Pollynda's chest. Watching as a small amount of blood slowly trickled out, Dark bent down close to Pollynda, fury still evident in his face. Pulling the blade out slowly and licking the warm blood from it in front of Pollynda's face, Dark stared into her eyes. He had missed her heart by an inch he knew, but that fact only made him smile, something that could send chills down any immortals spine. Next time, I won't miss, Dark said into Pollynda's mind before he stood back up and walked away.
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Mar 15, 2006 16:32:28 GMT -5
Post by DolorNoir on Mar 15, 2006 16:32:28 GMT -5
Micheal sighed. The fight was pretty much over already. Everyone was still circled around the two vampiric figures. He was bored. As he walked by one of the small tables, something caught his eye. He picked up the bottle of red wine, and walked around the other side of the bar, hoping to find a small lonely room where he could drink this in peace. He walked along the wall until he came to a door. He pushed it open and stepped in. He found himself to have stumbled into an office, coincidentally the same one the manager and the mortal had walked into. He hadn't recognized it from the other side of the room. Through the dim light he saw the young girl standing there still, perhaps a bit surprised to see him standing there in the doorway. "Oh, I'm sorry."
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Mar 19, 2006 3:03:00 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Mar 19, 2006 3:03:00 GMT -5
Ardent stood shocked and silent as the door opened into the office. When it wasn’t Pollynda who entered she tensed. She knew things weren’t right at Fray tonight. She definitely shouldn’t have come tonight.
She watched and waited for the vampire to make a move. A part of her was scared that a creature such as he was in such close proximity to her, another part of her was confident that nothing could ever harm her more than she had already been hurt.
Pollynda laid on the floor in a kind of daze. She had never been stabbed before; it hurt like a sonofabitch. She stayed on the floor even after Dark walked away. She didn’t want to get up, she wanted sink into the floor and let her humiliation and pain wash her way. She wanted nothing; she wanted everything.
Time seemed to stop and then suddenly Tony was bending over Pollynda, shouting at everyone to get out of the club, that it was close to dawn and everyone needed to leave. He had one hand over her wound, trying to stanch the bleeding. It was an unnecessary action. The skin over the wound had already healed, it was the internal damage the dagger has cause that still bled and created the pain.
Holding back tears that she refused to loose, Pollynda moved Tony’s hand from the wound and tried to sit up. Tony helped her to her feet and in unison they looked to where she had been lying. There was a small whole in the floor where the dagger had pierced Pollynda clear through.
With the club silent, Ardent could hear Tony barking orders for everyone to leave. She hoped the intruder would obey the command; it was getting close to dawn.
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Mar 19, 2006 22:59:44 GMT -5
Post by DolorNoir on Mar 19, 2006 22:59:44 GMT -5
Micheal figured this night had been hectic enough. He'd been rejected enough, this girl seemed a bit frightened he'd discovered her here in the dark, it was getting close to morning, that unnamed woman would probably be fed up if she found him here with her fragile mortal friend, and (most importantly), the wine was not going to drink itself. That bouncer character he'd met at the entrance was shouting at everyone to leave, he heard it as if he stood right beside him. Micheal stepped forward quickly and set the bottleof wine on top of a stack of papers on the desk. He figured that unnamed woman might be glad to find it there. He would need a drink after such a night. He smiled and turned towards the girl, gave her the slightest of nods, and left the club, stepping out into the beginning dawn.
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Mar 20, 2006 0:27:42 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Mar 20, 2006 0:27:42 GMT -5
Dark heard the man named Tony yelling for everyone to get out of the club. Dark had watched with mixed emotions as the man had helped Pollynda to her feet. As he saw that she was alright, Dark sighed and turned to leave through the way he had come in. Walking slowly with the shadows around him; the shadows that were always there when he needed to lean upon something as a type of friend, Dark felt deeply sorry for what he had done. He had not wanted to fight Pollynda. He had not want to hurt her or to embarrass her within her own rightful domain, but she had left him little choice. Sighing again, he felt like he had betrayed himself in a way and had given into a part of himself that he had always tried to avoid. Walking through the alleys until he came upon his own home, he stood there. He could feel that the sun was about to rise, but didn't care. He did not know if he could stand himself after this night. He had let go of his principals and let into something that he had promised himself he would never go into. Looking to where the sun was about to rise, Dark sighed once more and shook his head slowly. Ramoth was right, was all he thought before slipping into what could only be called his home. Just as he closed the door behind him with a deafening thud, the sun rose and a new day began.
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Mar 21, 2006 17:01:46 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Mar 21, 2006 17:01:46 GMT -5
Justin allowed himself to be ushered out by a very distraught Tony. He could smell the way Tony felt about Pollynda on his skin - rather amusing considering if she weren't dead they'd be a cute match. He walked out of the club and rolled his shoulders, making his spine snap. He felt like wandering around in the daylight a bit. He ended up walking back to his truck, pulling a pair of sunglasses out of the dashboard just as the sun rose over the horizon. He drove back to the city, enjoying the steady flow of morning work traffic. He had kind of missed the ebb and flow of live people's lives. Maybe he'd drive by work...
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Apr 4, 2006 0:57:00 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Apr 4, 2006 0:57:00 GMT -5
Waking slowly to the darkness that surrounded him, Dark sighed. Only yet another day, he thought. Climbing slowly out of his shiny black coffin and shutting the lid, he stretched and went to the chair where he had left his coat the night before. Finding it just where he had left it, he threw it on and trudged towards the door. The thoughts of the night before then began to creep into his mind. He smelt what he had the night before; the sweet hot sticky smell of warm blood. Shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair, he got control of his thoughts and slipped out into the streets. Letting his feet lead him, he only watched as the scene before him changed slightly. He had walked here so many times before; nothing had changed during the night. Reaching the outskirts of the small city, if that was even what you wanted to call it, Dark found himself traveling further and further until he came upon a forest. Staring at it in silence, he was reminded of a once breathtaking place that he knew in his heart still existed, but knew that he could never return there. Looking around himself, he entered into the silent gloom of the forest. It was a short stay, but it was enough to relieve him of the thoughts that had been hanging over his head. Returning from his trip, Dark didn't know where to go. He wanted somewhere where he could be himself; somewhere that he could hear good music. The only place he could think of was Fray. Absorbed within his thoughts, Dark walked the lonely streets with little attention to what was around him. Suddenly from the depths of darkness around him, a group of people appeared. Dark's face possessed a frown, but he still had not recognized anyone, so wrapped up was he in memories and thoughts. With a nod from one of the men, the group advanced with silence. Dark was almost in front of Fray when suddenly the group attacked. Dark didn't realize what was happening, but suddenly he felt a stab of pain. Snarling, Dark looked around in surprise before looking down at his wound. He felt tired...so tired. With a quick look, he noticed that something like a dart protruded from his chest. Looking closer, he saw the shiny substance that he could only guess was a silver of some kind. As Dark crumpled to the ground, the last thing he remembered was the strong smell of garlic. "Quick, we don't have that long," whispered one of the men. The group moved forward, carrying heavy bags with them. Reaching Dark, the men left the dart in him, but pulled chains out from the bags with labored grunts. "You sure this will hold him?" whispered one accomplices. "They're made with silver-chrome alloy, they should at least do something." The next few minutes the men worked fast but diligently. Shackling Dark, they returned to the wooden box they had hidden within the shadows of the street. Dark was making a few noises, but they knew they still had a little time before the affects wore off. Putting him onto the crate, they then continued to chain him down. When they were satisfied with the work they had done, they made sure that the crate was somewhere that the light would hit when day came. Their intent was not to kill Dark, but to make him suffer. Disappearing back into the shadows, the men left Dark in his awkward predicament. The night was silent apart from the groan that escaped from Dark's lips.
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Apr 4, 2006 23:25:19 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Apr 4, 2006 23:25:19 GMT -5
It was extremely early in the evening when Pollynda went to her club. The sun had just set beyond the city, leaving it shroud in indigo shadows. As she walked down the emptying streets her pale skin tingled from the last remnants of the sun.
When she entered the club through the back entrance the normal lighting was on. Fluorescent bulbs flickered with the strain of being used after having been dormant for so long. Pollynda shielded her eyes from the harsh light. It had been years since she had been at the club while the lights were on. She trusted the care of the building to others.
Dawning the sunglasses she always kept in her leather coat pocket for just such occasions, Pollynda looked about her nightclub with concern. It was early, but the ambient lighting should have been on and the bar area teeming with youths who wanted to be completely without inhibitions for when they were asked out to the dance floor later on in the evening. As it were, the only person sitting at the bar was Ardent de’ Medici; the bartender was the notorious mortal boy, looking as nervous as ever upon Pollynda’s approach.
“Why are we not open yet?” Pollynda asked Ardent in annoyed voice.
Ardent started when she heard the voice of her good friend. Placing her hand over her quickened heart she spoke. “I hate it when you dead people do that! Let me know your there or one day, I swear, you’re goin’ to give me a heart attack.” After leveling a glare at Pollynda, the mortal took a deep breath for strength. “The oh-so-unnamable were here and said they would like a word with you before you opened for the night. Tony told them you weren’t in town; they didn’t buy it. So now there are some really creepy guys in your back office, waiting for you.”
“You still haven’t explained why we are not open, Ardent. And where is Tony now?”
“Well, you see…” Ardent hesitated to give Pollynda the less than happy news. The penetrating stare that she got in return made her extremely uncomfortable and spiked her desire for positive energy. Continuing on: “After Tony told them you were out of town, they threatened, no wait, they ‘promised’, to kill ‘any non mortal being entering the club tonight and every night until this vampire we seek returns.’ Tony didn’t think you would be too happy with him if he started a body heap out front. He's there now.“
Pollynda gave an inelegant grunt at that. Her gazed dropped down to the small backpack on the floor beside Ardent’s stool. “Do your homework or something.” Spinning on her heel, she made her way to her office. She heard Ardent’s equally inelegant snort at her parental comment.
Upon crossing the threshold into her office, Pollynda let out a tired breath laced with irritation. In front of her desk with his feet upon the large planed surface sat Thomas—one of the most devoted vampire hunters she had ever met. The second person was not in the office.
“She’s here.” Thomas spoke into a walkie-talkie like phone as Pollynda came round to sit in her own chair.
“On my way in,” buzzed the other man.
They waited in silence, a few minutes until the door opened and in stepped someone that brought a smile to Pollynda’s face.
Mac closed the door behind him and spoke in a level tone addressing Pollynda. “You know, it sounds like you have a dieing cat in the side alley.”
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Apr 5, 2006 1:53:58 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Apr 5, 2006 1:53:58 GMT -5
Dark slowly came to with a groan. His whole body felt like it was engulfed in flames. His head pounded, no doubt from the garlic smell, and he felt horrible. Trying to move, Dark shouted out in pain. A low growl issued forth from deep within his throat and he slowly tried to look around himself. All he could see was chains and nothing more. He was strapped down onto something wooden he knew, but why was another story. Trying to figure out how much slack there was on the chains, Dark tried to sit up, but stopped when they began to sear his flesh. Groaning and closing his eyes as the pain washed over him, Dark returned to his previous position in utter misery. Pain lanced through him making him feel tired and vaguely conscious. Groaning and growling each time he tried to move, he soon became exhausted from the pain and the effort. Struggling against the chains was doing nothing other than creating more pain for himself. Lying as still as he could, he still felt the chains searing into his skin, but tried best not to think about it. He could feel his fangs sinking into the inside of his lips as he clamped his teeth down and closed his eyes, but he knew that it was a futile attempt against the pain. He could hear the odd footsteps within the streets, but they seemed like faint whispers within his mind. Coughing, he tasted the odd yet familiar taste of his own blood within his mouth and felt a small trickle of it run down his chin from his mouth. Not being able to wipe it off, Dark closed his eyes and tried to find his inner strength. Just as another wave of pain shook his body, he groaned before everything faded into a black abyss around him.
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Apr 14, 2006 21:19:40 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Apr 14, 2006 21:19:40 GMT -5
“It’s so nice of you to stop-by Mac. It’s been awhile.” Pollynda couldn’t help the smile that stayed on her lips. It had been many years since she had seen her old friend.
Mac and Pollynda had attended Tranquility High School in Retermositoa together. They had been good friends and had even dated for the briefest time.
It was a pity that they couldn’t reunite under happier circumstances. Is it were, Mac and Thomas were VanHelsings, members of The Organization, a corporation that monitored and regulated the activities of supernatural creatures. The events of the last few days must have caught the attention of The Organization.
Mac remained standing near the door as he assessed Pollynda. It had been years since they had last met, but he had seen her around town many times. It still bothered him, nearly twenty-five years later, that she had chosen to become one of the undead. In so many ways he felt that he had failed her.
Now, looking at her sitting behind her desk he realized that she hadn’t changed at all. She was still a child of 17 years, just trying to make a life for herself. Mac noted that like so many others that he had been forced to kill, she thought that being a vampire would relieve her of the trials of humanity.
“Yes it has. And it should have been longer. You’re getting lax in your control of your club. There’s rumors, and more and more vampires are coming to Retermositoa looking for the place where they can kill without getting punished for it.”
Thomas sat silently in his chair, watching the exchange between Pollynda and Mac.
Pollynda gave a tired sigh. “You probably think me juvenile for saying this: but it’s not my fault. I can’t help that other vampires are coming to the city. I can’t stop über powerful vampires from trashing shit and killing people! Gawddamnit! That’s your job.”
Mac was quiet for a moment before speaking in a calm level tone. “If there is even a suspected death in this area, we’ll shutting this place down permanently… and you as well.”
Thomas couldn’t believe that Mac had told the vampire that they might kill her. It was against the rules of the Organization to give warning—it gave the vampire time to prepare for an attack that could kill the mortal hunter.
This was not the “tough as nails” Mac that Thomas had worked with on several occasions in the past. This was a side of the man that Thomas was sure no one knew about.
Mac swiftly turned and left the office, Thomas bounding from his seat to follow. Pollynda remained behind her desk thinking about what Mac had said. We’ll shutting this place down permanently… and you as well.
After calling in extra security staff—Pollynda wasn’t going to let a death threat diminish her potential for fun and profit—she too left her office to find her best friend Ardent and explain the situation. No doubt she would be near dying with curiosity.
Ardent was not in the club. The mortal bartender told her that the teenager had gone out in the back alley to see to the cat that Mac had told her was crying.
Out in the back alley Ardent could hear the moans of pain. She walked down the alley a ways and abruptly stopped. The moans of pain didn’t sound like they were coming from a cat…
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Apr 17, 2006 22:23:14 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Apr 17, 2006 22:23:14 GMT -5
Dark slowly came to. His hair was plastered to his face with sweat and the numbing sting of pain was still there and had, if anything, gotten stronger. Dark used all his strength to prevent himself from vomiting. Sensing a presence near him, Dark moved inch by agonizing inch until his head turned. As he did, he found himself staring into a beautiful youth's face that he noticed was the same as the girl he had seen in the club. Staring into her lovely green eyes, he wondered if she was here to help or to hinder. He felt helpless and wanted to just as her to please help him, but could not bring his prideful self to do so. Instead, he stared at her, silently begging someone to release him from his anguish. Finally, Dark turned his face away from hers. He looked away in despair and felt a single tear roll silently down his cheek as the pain increased even more. Squeezing his eyes shut, he cursed himself for that tear. He blamed it upon the human part of him; the part of him that had lain dormant for centuries. Coughing wretchedly and tasting the familiar taste of blood, Dark waited until the fit had ended before turning back to the young girl who still stood there watching him. Hair hanging down in his face, Dark finally gave into the torment. "Help me..." With that he lowered his head back against the wood beneath him and closed his eyes. Trying to keep himself from shaking with the pain, Dark wished for death.
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Apr 18, 2006 15:08:08 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Apr 18, 2006 15:08:08 GMT -5
Ardent watched as the vampire struggled. She could feel his pain and she fed off it, the energy prickling her skin.
She could hardly hear his faint voice when he spoke. She was stunned. Never before had she heard of a vampire pleading for help. They were all proud creatures.
After a momentary hesitation Ardent quickly sought to remove the heavy metal chains. While she was removing them Pollynda placed a hand on the young mortal’s shoulder. With a surprised yelp Ardent spun around to see her friend with a worried expression on her face.
“Get the chains off him quickly.”
Ardent hurried to complete the task. Pollynda called someone on her walkie-talkie and told them to bring Tony’s car around to the back ally of the club.
The car pulled up just as Ardent was finishing getting the last of the chains off Dark’s flesh. Casting them aside Ardent moved out of the way so Pollynda could lift Dark and place him in the backseat of the car.
Pollynda drove, with Ardent riding shotgun, to the house of the only person she knew who lived so close to the club. When she pulled into the driveway the pickup truck was there.
Pollynda lifted a moaning Dark from the backseat while Ardent ran ahead to ring Justin’s doorbell. They waited impatiently on the front steps for the hybrid to open his door.
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Apr 18, 2006 18:58:19 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Apr 18, 2006 18:58:19 GMT -5
Justin smacked his face against his pillows as he heard the car pull in behind his truck. Maybe if I pretend to not be home they'll go away... He buried his face underneath the top pillow. The doorbell rang and he winced. It rang again and he sighed deeply. He dragged his head from beneath the depths of his bed and sat up. He trudged out of his room and down the stairs to the front door and opened it only wide enough to show his profile. "Yes?" He peeked round and saw what looked like a large part of the staff from Fray perched on his front step. Pollynda looked to be precariously supporting a bleeding figure.. Justin breathed deep and placed the familiar scent. Dark. He took in the situation in one glance. "Oh fuck no. NO! No fucking way is he coming in here." He slammed the door and turned on his heel heading for the kitchen. He needed a drink.. maybe he'd watch the dead fuck drain on his front lawn.. hmm.. he needed popcorn too...
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Apr 18, 2006 22:19:20 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Apr 18, 2006 22:19:20 GMT -5
Dark thought that he had heard Pollynda's voice once or twice, but that was all he remembered. The next thing he felt was the pain as a slight jarring motion set his body aflame in new pain. It felt as if they were driving, but Dark did not open his eyes to see if he was right or not. Everything then melted again into nothing. Dark could not help but groan as his tortured body again was filled with pain as he was lifted from the car. Trying to breath without the stifling gasps and without the frequent groans as the pain continued to consume his body, he felt utterly helpless, yet could do nothing to change it. For some reason he felt Pollynda's presence and knew instinctively that she was the one who was carrying him. He wondered why she would do such a thing after how badly he had treated her, but enough physical pain kept him from thinking too deeply on the subject. Dark's body trembled with pain as he was carried up some stairs, but was thankful when they stopped. Opening his eyes for a brief moment, he wished he hadn't and immediately closed them. The bile rose to his throat as his head spun with his dizziness. He could feel the warmth of blood as it flowed down his skin and knew that his dizziness was caused by the blood loss, for he did not know how long he had been bleeding for. Dark heard a door open. Wondering where they were, he debated opening his eyes again to find out, but decided against it. Dark gnashed his fangs together in pain and groaned as the person he believed to be Pollynda set him down so he was leaning against her. His legs almost gave out on him but the being was strong and held him. Suddenly there was a voice from the doorway; a familiar voice. The voice belonged to that of a male and he seemed to be upset. It was only when Dark caught a familiar scent did he know that it was Justin. Before he could even react though, he heard the slam of a door and knew that Justin had gone back inside his home. He got the feeling that something had not gone as planned, and shortly thereafter, he again swooned.
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Apr 29, 2006 2:18:16 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Apr 29, 2006 2:18:16 GMT -5
Dark awoke feeling groggy, but the pain had at least dissipated for the most part. Sitting up slowly, his head pounded slightly, but he ignored it. Looking around, Dark found that he was at home, or what little home it could be called. He was lying in his coffin, the gloomy thing it was, but at least he felt better. Feeling the presence of another person, Dark again looked around the room and found that there was two people with him. Glancing at the one, he found it to be the young girl he had saw within the club and again within the alley. She was fast asleep upon the floor. Looking to the other figure, he found that it was Pollynda. Her face seemed scrunched in thought or worry from what Dark could make out through his dizzying sight and found that she was engrossed in something that looked to be paper work or even maybe a book of some kind. Lying back again, he turned to Pollynda. Not wanting to wake the young girl up that was upon the floor, Dark used his mind in which to talk. What happened? was all he could really think of to say other than the thank you that began to press into his mind. Leaving it at that, he waited for Pollynda to answer.
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May 2, 2006 22:45:02 GMT -5
Post by Admin on May 2, 2006 22:45:02 GMT -5
“Welcome back Kotter.” Pollynda said in an overly cheery voice; the smile on her face was genuine. She laughed lightly at the puzzled look on Dark’s face at the reference. “It was an old TV show,” she explained. She put aside the homework that she was trying to do for Ardent.
She spoke aloud, continuing on and telling Dark what happened.
After Justin had slammed the door on their little party, Pollynda had forced open the door. Justin, in his righteous anger, refused to answer any questions Pollynda and Ardent put to him about the treatment of hybrids. After arguing pointlessly, and Justin hiding himself in his own house, Pollynda followed the only option left: she called her contact at The O.
She was given the run around on the phone for nearly 30 minutes before she got a hold of the person she was looking for. Horus had access to every bit of information about all supernatural creatures. More than once in the past Horus had helped Pollynda out in a crisis.
Horus explained how to treat Dark as best was possible due to the lack of information about vampire/werewolf hybrids. The O., with its watching eye all over the city, even knew with whereabouts of Dark’s lair. Pollynda got the directions and drove Dark home so he could recuperate comfortably.
When she tried to drop Ardent at home, the rebellious youth refused to miss any of the action. Pollynda looked to Ardent’s sleeping form lovingly while rapping up her story.
“And that’s what happened,” she finished after a slight pause.
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May 3, 2006 17:22:05 GMT -5
Post by Silver on May 3, 2006 17:22:05 GMT -5
Justin crunched loudly on a handful of popcorn as he watched from a dark corner as the groggy Dark try to take it all in. What Pollynda had said was basically true.. he hadn't hidden in his house, he'd just sat in a corner and watched Dark bleed into his living room carpet. He hadn't know what the hell to do.. whenver he was hurt he slept... for a long time, and when he woke up it was healed. He shrugged to himself; he wasn't a scientist who would study himself, he just accepted what came, somewhat. He knew at least what he was though.. Dark seemed even more a mutt than he did. Whenver they'd given him a treatment part of him had seemed to accept it, the other part(s?) had rebelled so violently Justin wasn't sure if the red vomit would come out of carpet or if he'd have to refurnish his front room... He took a slug from his Coke and munched some more on popcorn, waiting to see if anything interestin' would happen.
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May 4, 2006 20:18:27 GMT -5
Post by Dark on May 4, 2006 20:18:27 GMT -5
Dark took in what Pollynda had told him and nodded ever so slowly, as to not hurt his head or make himself even more dizzy. He wondered why she was being so kind to him, but said nothing other than the slight nod. Looking around the room again, he suddenly saw Justin from the corner of his eye and turned to stare at him. Dark could feel the hair on the back of his neck rise, but he ignored the feeling. There was no reason not to be civil to Justin. After all, he had caused the trouble in the first place hadn't he? Inside Dark shook himself to clear away the thoughts. "Justin," Dark said in a thin voice with a slow nod of acknowledgment. Finally getting the better of him, Dark couldn't hold the question within himself. Turning to Pollynda, he asked plainly, "Why?" referring to why she had even helped him. Something unpleasant suddenly wafted up to Dark's nose, but paid no attention to it. Waiting for the answer, he met Pollynda's gaze and held it.
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May 8, 2006 22:36:02 GMT -5
Post by Admin on May 8, 2006 22:36:02 GMT -5
Pollynda held up her hands just like she had seen Stephen Rea do when he portrayed the vampire Santiago in Interview with the Vampire. She even had the devilishly innocent smile on her face.
“What can I say? I’m a sucker for wounded animals.”
Getting up from her chair, Pollynda moved to where Ardent lay, and gently nudged her awake. She moved past the drowsy mortal to where Dark lay as comfortably as they could make him.
Pollynda’s eyes shined with concern as she stood over Dark and surveyed his wounds. They were healing rapidly, but they were deep and must have been excruciating.
Slowly she brought her eyes to Dark’s face and looked unflinchingly into his pale blue eyes.
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May 10, 2006 21:42:58 GMT -5
Post by Dark on May 10, 2006 21:42:58 GMT -5
Dark stared back, void of expression. He had heard that eyes were the windows to the soul, but he wondered if their souls were still intact after all of those years feeding upon the helpless mortals that happened to cross their paths. He certainly didn't want to see into anyone's soul even if that were the case though. "I thank you. I am indebted to you," Dark said. He let his gaze linger upon her eyes for a moment before he looked away again. Dark suddenly had the urge to feed. He tried to keep the urge down, but it was a ravenous craving that was hard to diminish. Licking his lips, he looked about the room and wondered what to do. His eyes came to see Ardent, but he quickly dismissed the idea. She had been the one to find him after all. He sat there, and not wanting Justin to hear anything, he stared back at Pollynda. I hate to be saying this, let alone be thinking it, but I need to feed. He said into her mind. He hated the thought of feeding again and looked away, wishing that it would be as easy as that to stop his thirst. He knew there was no way out of it though. He sighed.
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May 10, 2006 22:20:16 GMT -5
Post by Admin on May 10, 2006 22:20:16 GMT -5
Pollynda debated with herself for a moment. “Can you stand?” she finally asked quietly, not wanting to use the last resort unnecessarily. If Dark could stand then she could take him to a park and lure a mortal to him to feed upon. If he couldn’t support himself…
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May 10, 2006 22:25:51 GMT -5
Post by Dark on May 10, 2006 22:25:51 GMT -5
Dark stared at her for a moment and wondered himself if he could. He looked down and saw that most of the wounds had healed for the most part, but the pain was still there. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Justin and his pride and stubbornness came back. "I believe I can," he replied. He didn't know if that was accurate or not, but he knew that there was only one way to tell. He had worse wounds before and still moved around hadn't he? He hoped. Looking to Justin once again, he summoned all his strength and struggled to his feet. The pain wasn't as bad as the last time he had tried to move, but he winced none the less and wavered where he stood. The dizzy feeling came back almost immediately, but Dark was determined to not let it show. At least he was standing so far...
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May 10, 2006 22:58:17 GMT -5
Post by Admin on May 10, 2006 22:58:17 GMT -5
Pollynda stood before Dark with her arms outstretched, ready to catch him if he was about to collapse. “Ardent, door. Get the door.”
Rubbing her eyes in a sleepy motion Ardent rose to stand by the door to outside. She looked at the two vampires with a nameless emotion in her eyes.
Waiting patiently, Pollynda silently hoped that Dark could make it the precious few steps outside. If he could just make it outside, she wouldn’t have to share her own lifeblood.
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May 10, 2006 23:14:36 GMT -5
Post by Dark on May 10, 2006 23:14:36 GMT -5
Dark looked at Pollynda and felt like an idiot. The frustrating thing about it was that he probably needed it. He watched as Ardent got up and went sleepily to the door, and gritted his teeth as he took a step forward. The room seemed to be shifting beneath him, though he knew that it was only his balance that was off. Tripping, he fell against Pollynda, but quickly regained his balance and pulled away from her, cursing under his breath. Determination glowed within his eyes and step by agonizing step, he finally managed to make it outside with some help. As he stepped into the night air, the restraints from the room vanished and he was left alone to the large world at hand. Feeling the world shifting beneath his feet, his stomach churned as the dizziness increased. Falling to his knees, he vomited. As his gagging reflex calmed and the nauseating feeling left, he found his voice and cursed. "Well that was fun," he said sarcastically as he stood up slowly. "Now what?"
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May 12, 2006 14:53:36 GMT -5
Post by Admin on May 12, 2006 14:53:36 GMT -5
Pollynda laughed—devoid of humor—at Dark and his misfortune. It was clear that the boy didn’t like to ask for help.
The smell of the vomited blood was disgusting. Pollynda scrunched up her face toward the repugnant smell. With Dark still kneeling on the ground she turned to Ardent who had followed them outside. “It’s getting early in the morning Ardent. You should go home.”
Ardent sputtered in indignation. “Go home!” Pollynda spoke in a tone that left no room for disobedience. Ardent lifted her head high and rubbed her temple with her middle finger before turning and going back inside for her backpack.
Pollynda let out a weary sigh as Ardent went to comply with her demand. Stooping down beside Dark she held her breath and put his left arm over her shoulders, wrapping her right arm over his and pulling him up to a standing position.
Supporting most of Dark’s weight, because his legs were so shaky, Pollynda spoke softly in his ear. “If you puke on me, I will get Ardent to cover you in silver and let you rid it out a few weeks before staking you through the heart and beheading you. You got it?”
Without waiting for a response she lifted Dark with her left arm under his knees and her right supporting his back. With the superhuman speed that vampires possess she ran with him in her arms to the nearest city park.
In the deepest part of the park she stopped and placed her charge on a bench that was hidden from plain sight by a massive fir tree.
“Wait here a few minutes, ok? Ok.” And she was gone.
Searching the park, it only took her a few minutes to find her prey—and old homeless man sleeping on a bench in the rose garden.
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May 14, 2006 14:49:22 GMT -5
Post by Dark on May 14, 2006 14:49:22 GMT -5
Dark smirked despite himself at Pollynda's comment. Suddenly he was picked up and he again felt useless. He hated being in this predicament. He was not an invalid, but he couldn't seem to be able to keep his balance. He looked at Pollynda's face, wondering why she was again helping him. He sighed. Pollynda soon set him on a bench and Dark fought the temptation of lying down. He would not act any weaker in front of her than he had already. He could feel his energy draining rapidly though, and this worried him. He had always had enough to eat if that was what you could call it, and never let himself get this weak even if he did hate the prospect of what was involved in act of eating. Pollynda hurriedly slurred something that Dark didn't quite understand, but found himself nodding anyway as she disappeared. Waiting until she was gone and not just lurking behind some tree, he rested his head against the back of the bench and breathed in deeply. Several fragrant smells came to his nose as he did so, one being the faint smell of roses. Dark was immediately reminded of Narveria. She had always loved the outdoors, especially the smell of roses. Dark growled to himself as he realized what he was doing and ground his teeth together slightly until the thoughts receded from him. Looking around, he saw a couple walking. They seemed to be coming closer to him, but Dark fervently hoped that they didn't. They looked as if they were deeply in love and he didn't want to ruin something that special when he himself had not felt that bond. He knew that he would not be able to resist their sweet smelling blood if they came any closer though and this made him worry. Looking away from the approaching figures, Dark hoped that Pollynda returned shortly.
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May 15, 2006 15:25:46 GMT -5
Post by Admin on May 15, 2006 15:25:46 GMT -5
Pollynda approached the sleeping man with silent feet. When she was standing over his still body, he jerked awake. Mimicking a move she had seen Tony do countless times to overly rowdy club patrons, she pinched his shoulder until he passed out.
Lifting his dead weight wasn’t a difficult task for Pollynda but it was a disgusting one. The man smelt like he hadn’t bathed in decades, and his clothes were caked with dirt and other things that she didn’t want to contemplate.
She walked briskly with the man in her arms to where she had left Dark waiting. As she approached he could smell the two mortals walking in the park. She cursed her luck.
When she reached Dark, the mortal couple was nearly upon his position. She handed the body to Dark, “drink,” and went to take care of the mortals.
As fast as she could she darted in front of them so it seemed that she appeared out of thin air. She let her long incisors show, and stood in her most threatening pose. “If you value your lives, turn around and go back the way you came.” The pair let out gasps, and quickly turned around and headed off into the park.
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