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Jul 10, 2006 22:28:49 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Jul 10, 2006 22:28:49 GMT -5
Tony was at once alert and ready for a fight. “What the hell did you do to Pollynda?”
Pollynda rolled onto her stomach on the hard basement floor of the old townhouse where she had taken refuge from the dawn’s deadly light. Her muscles were no longer sore from exertion, but her body was tired, devoid of energy. The thirst she felt was like when she was first reborn; it burned her throat and twisted her stomach. Waiting until the moon’s zenith to feed was out of the question. Pollynda had to feed immediately.
She pushed herself to her knees and struggled to get out of a basement window. Once outside she staggered down the rural street clutching her stomach. She tried to stay in the shadows as much as possible in the fading light of day.
After walking two blocks, directed by the smell of a vast area of dead grass, Pollynda reached a small public park. The main play equipment was devoid of children but in her mind Pollynda could hear the noise that would have filled the park during the daylight hours. As quickly as the memory of the noise came to mind it was replaced by the gnawing pain of her hunger.
On the swing-set—in a separate sandbox than the primary play equipment—two little girls swung low and merrily, with their backs to Pollynda, while chatting at the rapid pace that children often speak at. They didn’t hear Pollynda as she approached them. With her vampiric skills she plucked the largest of the girls from her swing as the little girl started forward in another swinging motion. Pollynda’s hand was over the child’s mouth and had the little girl unconscious in the time it would have taken any mortal to blink. Laying the girl down on the sand, Pollynda advanced on the second child who was trying to stop swinging after seeing her friend incapacitated.
Viciously Pollynda put her hand over the second child’s mouth and pulled her backward off the swing. The child struggled but Pollynda followed her instincts and tilted the head, exposing the neck to create easy access to the child’s jugular. When her fangs entered the child’s neck all the little girl’s struggling ceased.
Pollynda drank deeply from the child. The blood of the innocence rejuvenating her more than she could have ever imagined. When the heartbeat slowed signaling the child’s emanate death, Pollynda dropped the body and, brining the second child to her lips, started to drink deeply once again.
When both little girls had been relieved of their life’s blood and were thoroughly dead, Pollynda left them slumped over their swings before she continued running through the night.
It didn’t seem to bother her conscience that the children she had just killed couldn’t have been more than 8 years old.
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Jul 12, 2006 0:31:02 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Jul 12, 2006 0:31:02 GMT -5
Dark saw Tony tense and knew that he was ready to fight. Dark stared at him for a few minutes and felt the sting of his words before he shook his head. "I didn't do anything to Pollynda. Why would I?" he said coldly. Tony looked at Dark for a minute. Debating whether Dark was telling the truth or not, he wondered what had happened to the club. Nothing was different, at least that he could see; so where the hell was everyone? Deciding to put his trust in Dark for the moment to see what would happen, he wondered where Pollynda was. "If you didn't do anything to Pollynda, then where the hell is she and where is everyone from the club?" Dark paused. He didn't know if he should try to explain what he didn't know himself, or just try to come up with something that just scratched the surface. Since he didn't know what happened or where Pollynda had gone, he decided to do the second. "I'm not sure what happened. Pollynda took off and left the club. I don't think it is even open right now to tell you the truth." Dark didn't know what else to say and just stood there in the darkness waiting for a response from Tony.
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Jul 16, 2006 15:32:48 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Jul 16, 2006 15:32:48 GMT -5
Tony gave Dark a disbelieving stare. In the 6 years since the club had opened and Pollynda made him head of security, the young vampire had never just run off without telling him first. She was so protective of her club, she was even afraid to leave it in his capable hands for too long. With him around, Pollynda didn’t feel the need to employ an assistant manager for when she wanted to take some time off.
Walking behind the bar, Tony picked up the telephone receiver and dialed Pollynda’s home phone number. It rang six times before the answering machine kicked in. ”Leave a message.”
“Pollynda, its Tony, call my cell.”
As Tony was leaving his message on Pollynda’s answering machine, his cell phone rang. The slightly muffled chorus from the Spice Girls song “Spice up your Life” echoed through the club. He hung up the phone in his hand and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. Glancing over at Dark who had one eyebrow arched, Tony explained that his girlfriend had been playing with his phone earlier.
When he checked the caller ID he saw it was an unknown number. “Hello?”
“Hey Tony, its Ardent.”
“How did you get my number?” Tony asked in a concerned tone, Ardent’s voice was shaky.
“Pollynda gave it to me a while ago. She said to call you if there was ever an emergency.” Ardent paused and took a deep breath. “I’m pretty damn sure this counts as an emergency.”
Tony stood in silence as Ardent explained the situation. As she continued to speak, the color drained from his face and his skin had the same pallor as his vampire employer.
Quickly grabbing a pen and a piece of paper from under the bar Tony feverishly wrote down Ardent’s home address and the deadline’s time. He closed his phone and leaned on his arms against the bar, his head hung low. He muttered to himself the same word over and over again, raising the volume of his voice each time until he screamed the word “fuck!” and slammed both his fists down upon the bar top.
An array of emotions slid over Tony’s face when he raised his head to look at Dark. “Some fucked-up Buffy wanna-be’s are holding Ardent hostage in her own house. They say they’ll kill her for associating with vampires unless Pollynda is brought to them.” He left out a small forced laugh. “The great thing is that Pollynda’s left Retermositoa. She could be anywhere by now, and I only have till sunrise to find her.
“Fuck! This shit is so messed up. There’s gotta be a way to get Ardent out of the situation.” Tony had a pleading look on his face that was completely unnatural to him as he asked Dark in a quiet voice, “any ideas?”
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Jul 18, 2006 0:00:28 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Jul 18, 2006 0:00:28 GMT -5
Dark watched as Tony walked toward the bar and picked up the phone. Why was it that no one ever believed what he said? Dark shook his head and watched as Tony obviously got the answering machine. As Tony was leaving a message, Dark could hear his cell phone begin to ring. He said nothing as he heard the Spice Girls, but he could not help but to react in some way. As Tony explained that his girlfriend had been playing around with the cell phone earlier, Dark had a hard time believing him. Dark remained silent as Tony spoke and waited to see what was going on. When Tony hung up his face looked grave yet mixed with different emotions. While Tony explained what was going on the shadows on Dark's face seemed to deepen, but he remained still and silent. He thought for a moment on the situation before coming up with a solution. As Tony began to swear and seemed to flip out in a way, Dark only ignored him and thought. He would calm down by himself. Dark just had to let him get it all out. The people holding Ardent were nothing but mere mortals. Dark did not like to kill or want to, but he was willing to do what he must. He knew that there was no way to locate Pollynda and so there was only the two of them to take it into their own hands. Turning away and walking through the shadows to the door, Dark said simply, "Let's go."
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Jul 24, 2006 16:31:39 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Jul 24, 2006 16:31:39 GMT -5
Pollynda ran headlong into the night. Her strength was once again restored to it’s full state. Her mind was devoid of thought as she pushed her muscles to go ever faster; she willed them to endure.
After running through sparse forests for nearly half an hour, Pollynda began to see the fleeting image of Ardent. It was nearly invisible—just an outline of her body and the lingering feeling of her presence. Pollynda was run past it, and then suddenly stop, but when she looked around for Ardent’s ghost it was no longer around.
After stopping and going nearly 6 times Pollynda found a fallen log to sit upon and waited. The moon was waxing and the light cast eerie shadows across the forest floor. Finally the apparition of Ardent appeared before Pollynda. The entity seemed to weave, but gathered strength and form. Ardent’s entire body was like frosted glass, making the form of everything behind her visible but lacking detail.
The voice that emanated from Ardent’s ghost was hoarse and very quiet. Pollynda had to strain her ears to be able to hear Ardent’s words over the other night sounds.
“Help me...” With the transparency of Ardent’s skin it was hard to tell, but Pollynda was convinced there were tears in Ardent’s eyes.
“Ardent? How are you here?” Pollynda asked in a very anxious voice. Everything supported her idea of a ghost. Pollynda just hoped to gawd that she was wrong.
“Astral projection. It’s something I could never get, till tonight. Its kinda funny how you can do anything when you’re left with no more choices.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Ardent, what’s going on?”
“I’ve been kidnapped by the crazies that chained up Dark the other day. They’ve given Tony until sunrise to exchange you for me.”
“I’m too far away from Reter. There’s no way I could make it back to the city before sunrise.” Upon hearing those words Ardent’s non-corporial self flickered like it was loosing power. “Ardent? Ardent?” Pollynda shouted at the fading image of Ardent as her best friend’s voice softly echoed through the forest.
“They’re going to kill me...”
Pollynda bellowed in anguish and slid off the log to her knees. She cried into her hands until she had no tears left. Once she had spent herself, she crawled a few feet to a clearing in the forest where the moon’s light fell fully upon her whole body. There she lay looking at the stars, awaiting the magnificence of the dawn.
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Jul 24, 2006 22:20:45 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Jul 24, 2006 22:20:45 GMT -5
"Whoa, not so fast. What the hell do you think we are going to do; just walk in and say Pollynda's on her way? I somehow don't think that's going to work," Tony said and crossed his arms. Tony didn't see Dark move, but he must have for the next thing he knew, Dark was standing before him again. Tony didn't stand down though and just stared at Dark, though he made sure to avoid is eyes. There was just something about them that Tony didn't want to get caught up in. "That would be a stupid idea; now do I look stupid to you?" Dark said coldly. "I think I know who has them and if it is who I believe it is; then I have a plan." Tony stared at him. No Dark didn't look stupid, yet he hadn't proved other wise either. But judging by what he had just said, Tony became skeptical. What the hell was he going on about? "Well enlighten me on your plan then," he said simply. Dark stared at Tony for a moment before shaking his head. Looking at him again, Dark proceeded to tell him about what had happened the other day when he had been attacked basically by some people in the alley. He believed that this situation was related and if he could only get to where Ardent lived, he believed that he could take the place of both Ardent and Pollynda. Tony stared at him and chuckled. "Boy do you sound crazy. I mean, what? Do you want to look like a hero or something? Go out and save a damn cat." Dark's eyes glowed deeper, but Tony didn't notice until it was too late. Grabbing Tony's shirt in the front and lifting him up with the shirt bunched in his fists, Dark brought him up close to his face. "I am going to do this with or without your help and don't bother to tell me otherwise." With that Dark dropped Tony and slipped into the shadows. Tony stood there and gained his balance quickly before he fell. He never noticed the door open as Dark left. The silence of the club seemed to weigh heavily upon him.
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Jul 29, 2006 8:10:24 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Jul 29, 2006 8:10:24 GMT -5
Ardent came awake with a severe pain in her head. She pressed her hand to her temple to try to stop the pain and felt something wet. Looking at her hand, she saw blood. One of the men that were holding her hostage stood over her, a gun in hand. “Don’t you be casting spells, witch.” The menace in his voice was unmistakable.
Groaning, Ardent curled up into a ball. She was very nervous and didn’t have much hope in a miracle. Come sunrise she would finally unravel the secret of what awaits humanity after life. She was not looking forward to finding out.
As Pollynda waited for the dawn, she enjoyed all the sounds of the night for one last time. She lay for hours, pushing away any doubt that it was not her time to die.
She could feel the dawn coming. It was only a few minutes left till she would feel no more. She was strangely calm knowing that fact. With adolescent rationality she believed there was nothing left for her in this world. The one thing she had ever really worked toward had been taken away from her; she was unable to save her best friend from death; it was only a matter of time before an agent of The Organization found her and killed her too.
This sucks, Pollynda thought, and deftly smiled at her own pun.
Closing her eyes, she was carried away into a death-like sleep just as the sun rose over the horizon.
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Jul 31, 2006 12:52:11 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Jul 31, 2006 12:52:11 GMT -5
Dark didn't wait for Tony. He figured that he could come if he wanted and on his own time, but Dark did not have time to wait. He had given him the chance to follow, but it was his right and choice to refuse. For what he was doing, he didn't need Tony's help anyways. Making his way through the streets, Dark could see that the sun was beginning to rise. Cursing to himself, he ignored it and continued to push forward, going as fast as he could to make it to where he would find Ardent. It didn't take him long to find it. Standing outside the house, he didn't see anyone that seemed to be watching the house to make sure no one came in. Cautiously making his way to the door. He opened it and stepped into the gloom of the house. He could hear talking coming from one of the back rooms, and with a look around he started to make his way there. There didn't seem to be anyone around the house. He wondered if they were all in the same room guarding Ardent, but thought that if they had any brains at all they would have posted sentries of some sort. It only showed their lack of skills and intelligence in the matter. Reaching the door, he could hear someone and it sounded as if he was talking to Ardent. There was a small noise that Dark thought might have been a small whimper from Ardent, but he wasn't sure. Feeling the room with his thoughts to find out how many men were within, he counted at least eleven minds within the room; making ten men. He knew that he would be able to take them if he wanted to reach within the darkness of himself, but he had fallen into that abyss too many times of late and preferred to steer away from it. There was only one thing that he could think of; self sacrifice. Opening the door with an unearthly silence, he walked into the room and watched as the men jumped. "Holy shit!" he heard one exclaim. If he had been in a more lightened mood, he thought that he might have taken some satisfaction from that. The men soon came out of their shocked state and began to get up. Dark only stood there and looked around for Ardent. He soon found her, curled up into a ball near one of the corners. The tantalizing smell of blood was in the air and looking, he saw that Ardent was injured. "Let the girl go," Dark said quietly. "I don't see Pollynda here, so why the hell should we?" said the one that sounded as if he was in charge of this poorly planned operation. "Forget about Pollynda, and forget about the girl. Take me instead," Dark said while looking at Ardent. There was a small devious smile that appeared on the man's face. "I remember you now all right. Seems that you survived our last encounter after all." The man chuckled. Dark felt like killing the bastard right then and there, but restrained himself. That would solve nothing. The man motioned with a jerk of his head for his men to grab him. Dark gave no struggle as they grabbed onto him, but suddenly a pain shot through his skull. Jerking in rage, Dark grabbed the man who had hit him over the head by the throat and began to squeeze. The men around him tried to pull him away but Dark struggled against them. "Enough of this! Let the man go Dark." Dark looked at the man whose veins stood out clearly against his skin that seemed to be turning a shade of purple, but threw him aside. The men immediately grabbed a hold of Dark again. "You have me, now let the girl go." The man again smiled. "You know, I think you are right. You are worth more to me than this runt over here or that powerful Pollynda. Hell, I wanted you in the first place, too bad you are stupid enough to do something like this on your own. It suits me just dandy," he said with a grin and a chuckle. He then told them to release the girl. Dark suddenly felt a pang of worry shoot through him and one single name came to mind; Pollynda. Quickly reaching inside his mind, he tried to find where Pollynda was. It was difficult and he still didn't know the location, but he found the connection he had been searching for. Pollynda, you don't need to worry about Ardent; she is safe for the moment. I am sorry for all that I have done; but this I do for you. Hold onto life; Ardent needs you even if you can't see that in the future. Stay safe and don't give up. Whatever becomes of me, know that I care and have always cared. With that, he opened his eyes and looked around. Ardent was safe and Pollynda didn't have these creeps after her anymore, but he still found it hard to give in. Hanging his head low as the men held him up, he no longer cared what happened to him.
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Aug 4, 2006 11:50:22 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Aug 4, 2006 11:50:22 GMT -5
Justin sighed inaudibly. Why was it that without him everything seemed to fall to pieces? Couldn't leave the kids to play alone for one day without masacres and chaos resulting. Parenting was hard, damnit. He walked down the sidewalk toward Ardent's house, and without missing a beat called the mist, his body sliding painfully from one form to another. The wolf glanced side to side before crossing the street, then trotted round the back of Arden'ts house to the french doors to her back hall. He carefully jumped up agist the door, setting his paws on the unlocked handle. The door gently popped open and he slipped inside; he backed against it to shut it, nudging the lock with his nose. Couldn't have anyone escaping.
Mischief, Murder, Mayhem
He easily picked up the voices of the morontic mortals. Two were in the kitchen rounding up celabratory beers, while the other nine were all standing around gloating - wait, he only smelt eight bodies from her back living room. The sharp tang of fear smashed into his nose as he heard a scuffle beginning near the front door. He dashed down the hall, his large paws making barely a whispering on the plush carpeting. He bit back a growl at the scene before him; Ardent had her hand on the door handle, but was being pinned to the door by one of the vampire killing-thugs. Without even thinking he lunged at the man, knocking him to the side. The guy threw up his arms as he collided into a side table. So much for a silent attack. He stood on the man's chest, easily avoiding the somewhat flailing arms, and took a chunk out of his throat, biting through the meat and arteries until he has his nose deep enough to bite the spinal cord in half. He heard people running up behind him, and glanced up to meet Ardent's terrified eyes. He bared his teeth and managed to force his transformed voice box to form one rough, harsh-sounding word: "Run." That seemed to be all she needed, in a flash she was out the door.
Justin turned his head to look at the crowd of men now staring at him. Some looked petrified, but some also looked excited too. Marvelous. Justin licked his chops, rolled his shoulders and walked towards them.
Time for a little ass-kicking at the OK-corral. A couple of the men rushed back into the living room to make sure that this wasn't some sort of plot that Dark was in on, whilst the others crammed themselves in the hall. The leader seemed to step back behind his men, watching and waiting to see what the wolf would do. Justin licked a piece of flesh off the tip of his nose. One of the guys in the forefront began to reach for the handle of his gun as a flash of intelligence flickered across his eyes; that was all the invitation Justin needed. He launched at the man, his claws raking down his chest and across his stomach, through the shirt and opening the man's abdomen; the pungent smell of intestines smacked into his nostrils as he fell back. One down, eight to go.
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Aug 6, 2006 21:12:26 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Aug 6, 2006 21:12:26 GMT -5
Ardent ran as fast as she could out the door and across her porch. Without slowing she jumped down the 3 low stairs that led up to the porch. When she landed she continued running without faltering her stride; the adrenaline pumping through her veins demanding her self-preservation.
Ardent ran straight ahead, across the street and into the backyard of the townhouse. The yard was fenced in but it was just a privacy fence and easily climbed. Sliding in the grass to a clumsy stop, Ardent dropped to her knees to calm her erratic breathing. It took only a moment and then she was on her feet again. She jogged over to the back of the house and slid along the back wall to the corner she had just come around. Looking around it she could see her house. The front door was still open and through it she could see the wolf that had told her to run.
She couldn’t see Dark, but she hoped that someone didn’t have enough sense to open the curtains in her front room. The air outside was warm and the sky very light. The sun had risen just as she had run outside.
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Aug 7, 2006 21:51:55 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Aug 7, 2006 21:51:55 GMT -5
Dark stood among the men and watched as Ardent left the room. Suddenly though, Dark caught a familiar scent and turned to face the doorway that Ardent had left through. The men around him jumped as they were not ready for his sudden movement, but he stopped before they had a chance to wonder what he was doing. He knew that scent. It had to be Justin. Looking down the hallway he could see nothing, but he knew that Justin was somewhere close. As sudden movement could be heard, Dark knew that something was going on. How had Justin found where they were? he wondered. Suddenly deciding to find out for himself, Dark moved faster than the human eye and broke free of the men's grasps and headed out into the hallways. He could hear shouts of surprise, but he only shut the door. He could hear sounds coming from the front of the house and could smell the tantalizing smell of fresh blood. Following this, he came to the front room and stopped. There was Justin alright along with a bloodied corpse on the floor. He heard the other men follow him and gathered the shadows around himself. The men passed by him, now focusing their attention upon their new threat. Noticing the light upon the floor shed by the open door, Dark backed up a pace and only looked on in vague interest. He debated where to go as the sun had now risen, but decided to just watch as the scene played out for the moment. Eight dumb mortals to one immortal...should be interesting Dark thought. I wonder who will win, he added sarcastically while wondering what had happened to Pollynda.
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Aug 26, 2006 18:20:45 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Aug 26, 2006 18:20:45 GMT -5
Pollynda awoke in the fiercest pain she could endure and still be conscious. Her entire body burned and throbbed. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids would not open—it was as if they were glued to her cheeks. The pain of attempting the simple action caused a bright light against her closed eyelids. Everything hurt. She breathed slow and shallow to try to minimize the pain. The wind across her exposed back made her want to scream in pain. The smell was atrocious. Burnt flesh filled her nostrils and made her stomach turn. Pushing past the pain, Pollynda cleared her mind enough to attempt to find a reason for the extensive pain she was in. She remembered running; running through the forest for days. Pollynda, you don't need to worry about Ardent; she is safe for the moment. I am sorry for all that I have done; but this I do for you. Hold onto life; Ardent needs you even if you can't see that in the future. Stay safe and don't give up. Whatever becomes of me, know that I care and have always cared. [/i] The message surfaced in Pollynda’s mind. She remembered hearing it just as she fell asleep with the dawn. Ardent was safe. The joy that she felt momentarily replaced all the pain she was enduring simply by being alive. The feeling melted into the girlish happiness of knowing that a boy liked her. Dark cared for her, and that made her want to giggle and whisper the news to Ardent. She realized how silly it was that she was laying one her stomach, feeling intense pain, in a forest thinking about giggling over boys with her best friend. She thought about that for a moment. When she lay down to receive the sun she had laid one her back so she could watch the sky lighten. How had she ended up rolled over? Why was she still alive? Fighting through the pain of her skin it took a few minutes for Pollynda to realize that she was not in the same place that she had been when the sun had risen. It occurred to her that she must have crawled away from the clearing in an unconscious effort of self preservation. Lot of good it did her anyways. She was too weak to move. The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Even the sounds of the night, which seemed to be amplified ten times what they were the night before, hurt her to hear. The feeling of little feet crawling across her cared flesh was disgusting and extremely painful. Pinching accompanied the little feet, and it took her longer than one would image to conclude that her dead flesh was being eaten by a multitude of insects in the forest. The knowledge made her moan in disgust. The simple action caused her so much pain that she completely forgot about the bugs. It was some time before she could regulate her breathing again and push back the pain. There was no way she could wait on the forest floor until her skin healed. She needed blood, she needed to get away from the bugs that she was unable to fend off; she needed help. Pollynda had always known that her mental powers were almost non-existent. Nevertheless, it was the only way she could conclude to get help. She concentrated on sending out a call. Help me… along with the image she remembered of where she last was in the forest. She didn’t know how to send the call to a single person. She couldn’t connect her mind to a single other. Instead she sent the message out like a radio signal and hoped that someone would come. She used all her energy to boost the ‘signal’ and hoped that it reached Retermositoa. With all her energy spent, Pollynda passed out from the pain of her burnt flesh. All across the county that Retermositoa was in, psychics shuddered with the pain of the call sent out by a lone vampire in distress.
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Aug 28, 2006 0:26:15 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Aug 28, 2006 0:26:15 GMT -5
As Dark stood there, pain suddenly shot through his body. Trying not to vomit as the pain hit him wave after wave, he leaned against the wall. Wondering where the sudden pain had come from, he tried to ease it from himself, but still it remained.
Help me...
The thought sudden came to mind and seemed to overwhelm his thoughts. As the thought began to wane, a picture then filled his mind. Memorizing every detail, he somehow knew that it was where Pollynda was. Now knowing where the pain was coming from, he tried to ease his mind and block the pain. It finally began to diminish, though it still lingered. Knowing that Pollynda was in excruciating pain and in need of help, he ignored the pain that stayed with him and moved passed the fight that had an obvious conclusion. With the image in his mind, he raced to the door and slipped out into the now night air. It managed to refresh him, but he did not stop to enjoy it. Racing along the streets faster than he had ever gone before, he was soon out of Retermositoa. Continuing to run, he didn't stop until the area started to look like the picture had within his mind. Frantically looking around, he wondered where Pollynda could be. Trying to use his instincts and thoughts, he finally caught trace of her. Quickly making his way over to where he thought she was, a strong smell suddenly wafted to his nose. He still could not see Pollynda, but made his way through the brush. The smell began to grow stronger. Worry now clutching at him in it's talons he rushed to find her. Moving some brush, he finally did and immediate vomited. "Sweet Jesus," Dark said and winced as he said it. Falling to his knees beside her, he was too shocked to know what to say or do at the moment, so he said the only thing that he could manage to get out as he remained sitting there in a strange numbness. "....Fuck," he said as he looked at Pollynda.
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Aug 31, 2006 0:13:19 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Aug 31, 2006 0:13:19 GMT -5
An unknown amount of time passed until Pollynda regained consciousness. Blood. The smell of it overpowered the scent of everything else.
The slight chill of the night air tighten her burnt flesh even more. She felt as if her skin was too small, that at any moment she would split her side and have her insides suddenly become ‘outsides’. The pain of her contracting flesh was even more excruciating than the initial feeling of waking with crisped flesh. The only thing that stopped her from passing out again was the tantalizing smell of blood.
It wasn’t fresh. Pollynda could tell by the smell that it was not blood straight from a wound. Something else was mixed in with the blood but that didn’t matter to her. Blood was blood; it was what her body craved, what she needed to heal—what she needed to make the pain subside.
Carefully, moving as slow as she could to avoid the searing pain, Pollynda dug her fingers into the soft earth. She began to slowly drag her lame carcass towards the discarded blood.
Pain. Blinding, all-encompassing pain. The shock of the severity of it caused a small groan in Pollynda’s throat. Still she did not stop. Her mind was not reasoning. It, like her body, was acting on the basest of instincts, and would not be denied the nourishment it so desperately needed.
So intent was she on feeding on the regurgitated blood, Pollynda did not even notice Dark on his knees beside her.
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Aug 31, 2006 23:27:18 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Aug 31, 2006 23:27:18 GMT -5
Dark sat there and tried not to look at Pollynda, but he couldn't help himself. He wondered if she was still breathing and if she was still alive. Debating whether to go closer to see, he thought that he saw her move. Watching closely, he saw Pollynda slowly begin to drag herself forward. The smell began to get worse, but Dark just watched and wondered how much pain she was going through and why she was suddenly moving. Continuing to watch her though, he thought he saw why. Getting to his feet after she had finally made her way passed him, he went to her side. Wondering how to stop her from what she was about to do since he knew if he touched her it would just cause her more pain, he stood there for a moment. "Pollynda," he said, hoping that she could hear him. "Pollynda don't do that." Did all immortals have to be this desperate? he thought to himself as he went in front of her to block her from the blood he had previously vomited. Kneeling down as she continued to crawl forward, intent on only one goal, Dark uncovered his wrist. Looking to her for a moment, he extended his fangs and bit down into his skin. Feeling the blood flow into his mouth, he gently released the grip of his fangs and kept his lips over the wound to prevent the blood from escaping. As Pollynda slowly came forward, Dark drank the blood that had filled within his mouth and held out his wrist in front of her. "Drink," he said simply.
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Sept 1, 2006 14:24:43 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Sept 1, 2006 14:24:43 GMT -5
Blood.
The scent of blood flowing freely from an open wound was just in front of her now. Distantly she heard a command to drink.
Her body acting on instinct raised her hand, faster than any mortal eye could possibly follow, and grabbed Dark’s arm just above the bleeding wrist. The pain was all but forgotten by Pollynda as she brought the bleeding wound to her own charred lips. She let the blood flow into her mouth, swallowing convulsively. It was an odd taste, the blood. It was the taste of a vampire’s blood, yet it tasted mortal, and had the tartness she remembered from her tasting of Justin’s blood. But the power—the power in the blood made her want more; made her want it all.
After a few draughts, when the blood started to flow less steadily from Dark’s body, Pollynda used her predator’s fangs and viciously tore the wound wide and as deep as she could.
Dark’s blood worked wonders for Pollynda. Already she could feel her body trying to create new skin beneath the burn flesh. The pain was becoming less sever as her nerve endings absorbed the blood she was taking in.
As she drank from Dark, her mind focused on one mantra:
More…more…more…more…
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Sept 2, 2006 17:09:31 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Sept 2, 2006 17:09:31 GMT -5
Justin watched, leaning against a tree trunk, as Pollynda and Dark played out a Queen of the Damned scene. He stuck his tongue between his teeth and waited to see how much more could be sucked down... it's always been said that chicks are better at swallowing than spitting. He casually licked at the still healing scratch a knife had made along his forearm during the fight.. it was one of the smaller injuries he had obtained whilst he had fought hard for the apparent viewing pleasure of Dark. He rolled his shoulder and tried not to wince at the sting of the sore bullet hole slowly closing up in his shoulder... it was one of five at the last count he had painfully , and experimentally done. Finally Dark turned even whiter than his usual bleached bone look, and fell back from Pollynda. She was looking better, less "Buffy vamp-crisp" more Gary Oldman Dracula -- he half expected her to wipe a drop of blood off the corner of her mouth and ask "Was that as good for you as it was for me?".
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Sept 4, 2006 14:47:08 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Sept 4, 2006 14:47:08 GMT -5
Dark watched as Pollynda suddenly shifted her attention to him and grabbed his arm. The sudden sharp pain as she bit into his skin made him take a sharp breath but he couldn't help the feeling the suddenly came over him. Closing his eyes in ecstasy as he felt his pulse quicken, he felt Pollynda dig deeper into his wrist as she continue to drink his blood. A warm feeling overtook him and he couldn't help but not want her to stop. Knowing that if he didn't pull back now she would eventually drink him dry, he made himself move away. His heart still racing and his breath coming in short pants, he looked at Pollynda. He couldn't help but feel close to her; couldn't help but want her to continue with what she had been doing. Never had he felt that way and he tried to control the feelings within himself. Looking at her he saw that she had been restored to her beautiful self for the most part. His eyes wandered to her luscious lips. He could feel himself begin to reach for her and felt his fangs sudden extend within his mouth. He could distantly sense someone nearby but he couldn't shake the feeling that was upon him and he began to inch closer to her. Suddenly turning away from her, he clamped his jaws and shook slightly. Trying to control his breathing, he stood up from the crouching position he had gone into when Pollynda had been drinking from him and took a glance behind him at her before beginning to walk away. He wondered if she had been effected as much as he had, but suddenly saw Justice standing not far away. Grumbling to himself, he turned again to walk away from the both of them.
I want you. I want to be close to you. And for that I am truly sorry.
Dark shook his head and sighed. Picking up speed to run from his feelings and from his thoughts, he took off into the night and didn't look back.
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Sept 4, 2006 23:04:53 GMT -5
Post by irabbit on Sept 4, 2006 23:04:53 GMT -5
As the night bloated itself with questions, a new and irrelevant one decided to show up at FRAY. He couldn’t have been taller then 5”6’ or any older then seventeen, and he looked so narrow compared to his height in every location that it appeared as if his hands could be the pale, hairless legs of a spider. Everything about him seemed to float around in a dazed trance, his monstrous eyes startling at every small detail and his legs tip-toeing carefully through the crowd as if there wasn’t any room to breath, let alone walk. He pulled his long, heavy gray trench-coat around him, and although the rest of his attire was exquisite this coat was in noteable need of a good mend. It appeared to be made of gray burlap and not only that but at least three sizes too large for the boy, making it hang from his skeletal figure like a horrible drapery and covering his hands up to the second joint of his fingers. It was covered in filth, smelling distinctly of spilled bong-water and piss, and around the neck there was this huge drag-queen-esque mane of black feathers. He pulled this rabies-infested adornment closer to his face so that only his two miss-matched eyes and his black hair poked out through the top and settled himself at a chintz little table.
A pad of lined paper shot out in front of him followed by his own hand, attached to a pen, as he began to scribble away. It wouldn’t have been anything out of the ordinary had he been writing along the lines instead of against them, or had he been writing anything other then his own name in a variety of ugly fonts suited more to a five year old with dyslexia. Among these names he had paraphrased himself to ‘Tombee’, ‘Mr Black’, ‘Mr Thomas C. Black’ and ‘God, Himself’, but with little visuals to explain his superiority, for he was currently hunched over in the corner of a nightclub with an expression like a deer in the headlights of an SUV.
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Sept 5, 2006 1:09:02 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Sept 5, 2006 1:09:02 GMT -5
Pollynda continued to lay on her stomach as she heard Dark run off into the woods. She rested a moment letting his words echo through her mind.
I want you. I want to be close to you. And for that I am truly sorry.
It was a new experience being able to hear someone else’s thoughts. And she was pretty sure that she wasn’t supposed to have heard Dark’s thoughts at that moment.
The sound of her burnt skin flaking off was grotesquely fun to listen to. Underneath her skin had completely grown back. It was super sensitive to the wind that played across it, but she was no longer the burnt marshmallow that she had been mere minutes earlier and that was something to be greatful for. The wind brought a few strands of her hair into view and Pollynda cursed as she realized it had returned to its natural dirty-blonde colour.
Suddenly she felt so naked—until that thought brought the realization that she actually was nearly naked, her clothes having been burnt when her body caught flame.
Justin stood almost silently against a tree trunk. With ever breath he took Pollynda could hear the whoosh of air he took in and expelled; she could hear his clothes as they slightly rubbed against each other and the tree’s bark. Turning her head to look him in the eyes she spoke with a strained voice, “you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna help me get outta here?”
Tony surveyed the club from the DJ booth. It was as if the events of the last few days had never happened. The club was more packed then ever before. And best off all, he hadn’t seen anyone form The Organization hanging around outside.
Still, it was hard for him to believe that he would never again see Pollynda wandering around her club. Never hear her complain about all the paperwork that she had to do just to keep the place legal and the bar stocked. With her gone, he wasn’t sure it was his club to open tonight, but when evening settled and the employees and patrons started arriving, he couldn’t let Pollynda’s dream die so easily.
When Tony had finally arrived at Ardent’s house it had been just after sunrise. Dark and the werewolf, who Ardent said had accomplished the rescue mission, were no where to be found. With the main drama over and Ardent safe and whole, Tony took her back to his apartment and away from the carnage that filled her foster parents’ home.
Looking at the mass of people packing the club, Tony idly thought about Ardent’s future. It wasn’t likely that her foster parents, whoever and wherever they were, would allow her to stay in their home after the damage Ardent had prompted.
Ardent was strong in mind and body. She would be fine on her own. Tony wanted to believe his inner voice, but reality had a way of proving strength irrelevant.
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Sept 5, 2006 21:14:56 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Sept 5, 2006 21:14:56 GMT -5
Justin had grit his teeth as Pollynda had flaked off her old skin, the should reminding him of people picking at their nails. After she had finished examining her complexion and new hair colour, she had asked him a simple question -- he held out his coat and a hand in answer. "Your carriage, a Chevy version, awaits, m'lady." He waited as Pollynda took his coat. She seemed about to swing it about her shoulders, when she suddenly winced and let it drop to the ground beside her. "Something wrong?" He knelt beside her and picked up his coat, brushing a leaf off the lamb skin lining. She just narrowed her eyes and glared at him. She didn't need to say anything, he could smell the tang of pain and frustration on her body. "Alright, I'll assume you hurt." He took his jacket and wrapped her gingerly in it. Before she could protest he scooped her up, settling her until she was appropriately covered before standing. "Hit me and you'll only hurt more." He carried her carefully, trying to walk as smoothly as possible so as not to jar her. He had to walk about a mile before he reached his truck. Unlocking the door and opening it was a balancing act, but he managed it with little of not banging of Pollynda's tender skin. With the amount of excess clothing in his cab from all the times he'd changed, left his clothing and found it later, he was able to make a relatively padded nest-like seat. The drive back to Fray was a long one, but he kept a smile on her face by allowing her access to all his car cd's (a mixed collection of rip-off's he'd "borrowed" from the club and Jédsyme's cd's). TIme passed relatively well. When they got back to the club after driving form sundown to wooded area hotel (aka a hole dug into the ground) to sundown a couple of times, all Justin did was park the truck in the mob outside the hotel, jump out and fetch Tony.
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Sept 5, 2006 23:32:31 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Sept 5, 2006 23:32:31 GMT -5
Tony came running out of the main entrance of the club and came straight to the passenger side of Justin’s truck. Through the window he could see the lowered head of a person, dirty-blonde hair hiding their face. The colour shocked him for a moment and made him doubt the identity of the passenger. Never had he seen Pollynda with hair that wasn’t a vibrant unnatural colour, and for the last 2 years she had consistently had crimson-coloured hair. It wasn’t until Pollynda slowly turned her pail face to him that his doubt was suspended.
Slowly and cautiously Tony opened the truck’s door. The truck was high, putting Pollynda’s face at the same level as his own face. He swept his eyes over Pollynda who was dirty, gaunt, and nestled in Justin’s clothing and coat. This was so unlike the Pollynda that had been so vibrant only days ago.
Pollynda waited still and silent in Justin’s Chevy. She could smell the blood of the people waiting to get into the club, and it made her want to hop out of the truck and let loose her hunger. She didn’t understand why Justin had stopped here instead of taking her home. It never crossed her mind to read his intentions from his thoughts. The power was still too new for her to control effectively.
She followed the sound of running footfalls as they reached her side of the car. Mortal. The smell of the blood rushing through Tony’s veins instinctively made Pollynda look to him. She watched as he opened the door. After a moment her hand slowly raised and she cupped the back of Tony’s neck, slowly bringing him towards her, giving him time and space to resist if he could.
With Tony standing so close, Pollynda turned slightly in the front seat so she could have easier access to Tony’s throat. With the fluid motion of years of practice she punctured the main artery and drank deeply of the nourishment she had been denied on the way back to Retermositoa.
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Sept 8, 2006 15:24:31 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Sept 8, 2006 15:24:31 GMT -5
"JESUS!" Justin ripped Tony away from Pollynda and swore again as his coat was splattered in blood. Tony's eyes were glazed and slowly began to roll up into his head. Swearing and wishing to hell he wasn't being watched by the line-up outside the club Justin quickly licked at the ragged wound left in Tony's neck. The vein closed up and the skin began to heal over but it wouldn't completely heal unless he bled on it; which he didn't care what the circumstances, but that was not happening. Tony's colour was still white, but at least he wasn't turning blue and cold. He motioned to one of the other bouncers, who had been watching with a carefully passive face, and got Tony lifted and taken inside. Then he turned his attention to Pollynda. She sat wrapped in his coat, her legs crossed at the ankle like a lady, licking blood off the back of her hand. Without any further thought Justin stood up, walked the few feet between them to stand in front of her, and slapped her as hard as he could without breaking bone.
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Sept 10, 2006 0:22:57 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Sept 10, 2006 0:22:57 GMT -5
The force of Justin’s slap made Pollynda’s head turn. She kept her face turned away from Justin as she tried in vain to keep tears from falling down her cheeks. The pain was fierce not only from the strength of the blow, but because of her sensitive skin.
Tentatively she brought her hand up and cupped her cheek. Already it was hot. All other colour had faded from her face at the shock of being slapped, making Justin’s handprint dark against Pollynda’s pale pallor.
Pollynda’s eyes were fiery with pain as she once again faced Justin. The tears streaming down her face left red-tinged lines in their wake. Inside she warred against herself about striking back. Deep down a voice was telling her to strike swiftly; that she had the power now to make the other vampire submissive to her will and that he should pay for the pain he had inflicted. Another voice was telling her that she was too weak to ever beat another immortal or supernatural creature, so why bother to fight to lose.
Choosing to ignore her smarter inner voice, Pollynda gathered all her power and strength into her right hand. The interior of the truck didn’t allow for her to gain extra force by swinging her hand back. Instead, with all the speed she could manage, she shot her hand forward until it was beside Justin’s face, only a few inches from his cheek. Bringing her hand closer to his face at a speed faster than mortal eyes could ever follow Pollynda anticipated the numbing pain she would feel in her hand after slapping Justin.
In the back of her mind her reasonable voice surfaced with a discouraging revelation. It will be hard to fight with eyes clouded by tears, right hand numb, and being wrapped in a coat stuck in the cab of a truck.
It was too late for Pollynda to stop now.
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Sept 10, 2006 16:46:57 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Sept 10, 2006 16:46:57 GMT -5
Justin felt her hand moving towards his cheek; it felt like it was brushing against his fur that wasn't even apparent. He stepped back and rolled his shoulders, trying to calm his hackles that wanted to flow over his body to protect his skin. "If you want to hit me, pretty girl, you gotta step out of the truck and stand on those aching feet of yours -- and you leave my coat on the seat." He forced a relaxed stance, his arms crossing over his chest. "I just thought you might want to see that Ardent is alright, but hey, stupid me for trying to be nice." He twitched as he desperately wanted to flick his tail. Something was making him want to turn wolf and do it right now. His hand lid up his throat until he rubbed the base of his neck. Maybe he should leave Pollynda and go walk around -- he felt the need to suvey his territory.
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Sept 10, 2006 20:32:40 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Sept 10, 2006 20:32:40 GMT -5
With a confidence in herself that she didn’t really feel, Pollynda slid gracefully off the truck seat and out of Justin’s coat. When her feet touched the pavement she kept her face stoic and her clouded eyes centered on Justin’s face.
“Its not your territory boy,” Pollynda said in a detached voice made all the eerier by the tears still slipping down her cheeks. She didn’t know how or why she had heard his thought at that moment, and frankly she wasn’t too concerned about it.
“I know that Ardent is fine. I would have waited for the sun again if I had not received word of her safety. And yes—stupid you for trying to be nice. Silly mutt…” Pollynda stepped her nude body closer to Justin. She wanted to make him feel uncomfortable, or at least cause a scene. Her thirst for attention rivaling her thirst for blood.
Although she was being provocative Pollynda felt she lacked her usual rambunctious self-confidence. With her hair its natural colour, no make-up, and especially no clothes, she nearly felt like her young frail mortal self. Trying her damnedest not to show any doubt on her face or in her body’s movements Pollynda advanced on Justin until she was scarce inches from him. She had to stand on her toes to minimize the height difference, even then her eyes only came as high as his lips.
Slowly, Pollynda dragged a finger down the blood spattered front of Justin’s coat. Bringing her finger to her lips she licked the blood off while smiling. It was a stiff smile as her one cheek was still inflamed with Justin’s handprint. Whispering up to his lips, her own in a mocking smile, she said softly once again “silly mutt…”
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Sept 10, 2006 21:23:36 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Sept 10, 2006 21:23:36 GMT -5
Justin looked down at her, fighting the urge to snarl. He could feel his canines lengthening and had to snap his teeth to get them back to normal. "Little girl, little girl.." He reached out and slowly drew her finger to his lips. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with wild animals?" He allowed his teeth to lengthen and licked down the length of one canine. Before she could pull back he puntured her finger, nearly severing it. Blood surfaced and began to slide down her hand. A single drop fell as Justin took it in his mouth, watching her eyes and letting his begin to look more lupine.
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Sept 10, 2006 22:14:04 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Sept 10, 2006 22:14:04 GMT -5
Pollynda cried out in pain as Justin “punctured” her finger. Her eyes were wide with pain and her lower lip trembled as Justin drank from her. Her eyes were drawn to Justin’s and she watched in stupefied horror as his eyes turned to wolf eyes.
All too well she remembered Dark’s eyes being in that wolf state. She remembered the destruction he had wrought. She didn’t know if Justin was capable of the same darkness as Dark, but somehow she didn’t doubt it.
Run; get away. It was the only thought her mind could process. She did not want to get caught up in the carnage. Her fear escalated as she tried to pull her hand free of Justin.
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Sept 10, 2006 22:31:12 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Sept 10, 2006 22:31:12 GMT -5
Justin watched in heightened pleasure as Pollynda tried to free herself. He used his other hand to hold her wrist as he sucked on her finger -- the wound was healing, so it would only be a matter of seconds more. When her fingertip was securely reattached her her hand he released her. Before he could make a snide remark at her look of terror he heard a breath in the crowd. One breath. He'd heard that breath before, right after his answering machine had beeped at him. His skin shivered as he fought the urge to change. Instead he turned and looked for the person behind the breath. His eyes rested on a blonde man in a Godsmack t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans that hadn't quite been washed well enough to get all the bloodstains out. Just behind his shoulder stood a blonde woman; she smelt so strongly of gun oil it made his nose twitch. Danger He stood his ground, forcing his shoulders to relax and let his hands fall to his side, and waited. Let them make the first move. Wasn't like they could kill him.
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Sept 11, 2006 18:44:17 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Sept 11, 2006 18:44:17 GMT -5
With Justin’s attention diverted Pollynda felt a little less afraid of him. Instead her curiosity was working against her, making her want to know the source of Justin’s sudden interest.
Following his line of sight, she saw he was looking at a couple that seemed out of place amidst the other people waiting around the doors to the club. Following that trail of thinking, Pollynda wondered why the club was even open. With the mayhem that Dark had caused the club should have been closed for at least a week for cleanup, it’s reputation tainted forever. Not to mention the fact that The Organization should be surrounding the place as they said they would.
Maybe that was who these people are, Pollynda thought to herself. It would explain why Justin was looking like he was preparing for an attack. Let them attack him, she thought.
Turning away from Justin and the couple, Pollynda started to sprint towards the rear of the club. She made it a few steps before a bullet grazed her upper arm. “Shit” involuntarily escaped her lips as she rounded the corner into the ally beside the club.
Sliding inconspicuously into the rear entrance, Pollynda quickly darted into her office. She always stashed an extra shirt and shorts in her desk incase she spilled a little too much when feeding. When she opened the door one of Fray’s security guards turned his head to look at her. Attached to his arm was a tube filled with blood—a blood transfusion. Holy shit was the first thing that came to mind and made Pollynda pause in the doorway. Closing the door she hurried to her desk and dressed.
She felt horrible for having taken more than Tony could give, but only because he was a friend, and it was against her moral code (at least most of the time) to feed from friends. She would make it up to him somehow if they all survived the night.
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