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Sept 26, 2005 22:09:28 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Sept 26, 2005 22:09:28 GMT -5
Pollynda was seated in the back corner of the Fray nightclub. Melodic beats from the surrounding speakers pulsed through her body.
The thirst was rising. She knew it wouldn’t be long until she brought some hapless boy out to the crowed dance floor where she would drink eagerly of that intoxicating liquid that flowed beneath his skin. Only a little drink from one mortal before going to the next one. It would do no good to leave an emptied corpse slumped on the dance floor. Even in this place of morbid pleasures it would not be accepted.
She waited through two more songs, letting her vampire nature rise to guide her actions. This way the drink was all the more exquisite.
As she looked about--searching out that first drink--she noticed him at the bar. It was a wonder he was here. Seldom did he go to such vulgar places as this.
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Sept 29, 2005 21:42:26 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Sept 29, 2005 21:42:26 GMT -5
Justin's cold eyes surveyed the room, sliding over the black formless bodies with disdain. The beat of the thudding music beat through his blood, stirring what his heart no longer bothered with. His pulse began to reflect the bass of the VNV nation song, a steady rhythm thrumming through his body. He moved through the room, barely distubing the air currents. His eyes searched out any one that may attract his attention. No one had done that in years. His eyes gravitated toward the one person, if you could call her a person, he knew in the bar. Pollynda. He inclined his head towards her when her eyes met his.
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Oct 4, 2005 22:09:14 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Oct 4, 2005 22:09:14 GMT -5
Pollynda returned the silent acknowledgement. She started toward Justin, her thirst—for the moment—pushed aside.
When she was standing in front of him she smiled wide, fangs showing.
“Justin, fancy meeting you here. Long time, no see.”
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Oct 5, 2005 18:53:08 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Oct 5, 2005 18:53:08 GMT -5
Justin looked Pollynda up and down, his face registering no emotion. "Not long enough it seems." His eyes slid back to the room, never stopping in one place, just looking over each face for a moment and then passing on.
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Oct 5, 2005 21:13:25 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Oct 5, 2005 21:13:25 GMT -5
Pollynda laughed mirthlessly.
"Justin, you're a dick." As she said the last word she swiftly raise her right knee into the sensitive area.
"Get the fuck out of my nightclub!"
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Oct 5, 2005 21:36:32 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Oct 5, 2005 21:36:32 GMT -5
He turned his cold eyes back to her, nothing but her reflection looking back. A flash of something flickered in his eyes and his lip curled in a silent snarl, one of his canines elongating. With a sharp snap of his neck he corrected himself, returning his features to normal. He spun on his heel and turned away from her, stroding further down the bar, giving her his back.
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Oct 6, 2005 8:13:25 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Oct 6, 2005 8:13:25 GMT -5
"You might want to get that pickle out of you're ass!" Pollynda shouted over the music to his retreating form.
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Oct 15, 2005 12:01:33 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Oct 15, 2005 12:01:33 GMT -5
Justin didn't even bother to acknowledge that remark; practically screamed across the room as it was, it was barely heard above the music anyway. He sat down at the bar and stared at the beer list longingly. He was Canadian, beer was part of his blood, but if he drank too much he'd get sick. Choices... The bar tender cautiously moved toward him. Justin took in his scent: human, no wonder he was so nervous... he could be taken for part of the menu. "D-do you want something?" The kid - who couldn't have been more than just ninteen - cleared his throat and tried again, "You want something?" Justin bit back the urge to say you, and see what happened. "A clean," he cast a surreptious glance at the glasses hanging above the bar, "glass of Labatt's please." The kid looked like he had just been given a reprieve from death. "Jesus I thought you were one of them." "Them?" Justin inflected a bit of mild curiosity into his normally flat voice. "The vamps." The kid's voice dropped to a whisper. As though that would help him not be overhead by the vampires with super-human hearing. Justin sighed and considered his options... scare the kid and say I am, or just nod soundlessly. He nodded then placed a five on the bar to remind the kid of his order. "Right." the kid smiled, scooped up the bill, and went about his job.
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Oct 22, 2005 22:45:24 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Oct 22, 2005 22:45:24 GMT -5
Justin, just sitting at the bar, ordering the beer he could never give up--even after entering the growing ranks of the 'undead'--irritated Pollynda to no end. Watching him interact with the bartender reminder her of the countless times she had seen him when he was 'human'. Back when he was interesting, alittle less...asshole-ish; back when he was happy. Now he was completely devoid of emotions. Often Pollynda tried to entice some sort of reaction from him. And in the ten years since his rebirth she had yet to succeed. Aidriana should never have made him. It would have been better for everyone if she had just let him die alongside his beloved. Maybe he would get ressurected for a while and given a chance to right the wrong done to him and Jedsyme--the whole CROW thing. When she would watch Justin and his girlfriend--the two happy humans--Pollynda would wish the whole world could learn from these two. Learn to love each other--have peace. Ofcourse, she would never admit any of this out loud. She had a reputation to uphold. And what she thought and what she did were very contrast. The humans of the world learn to love and be happy while she and her kind killed them off, sometimes enmass? Confusion of the mind. The Cure was blasting from the speakers now. "Love Song" at full volume. Pollynda could imagine Justin with his stoic face listening to the song. Or more likely trying to block it out. To him (and anyone else that had ever been in his position) the lyrics would be haunting. Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am home again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am young again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away I will always love you However long I stay I will always love you Whatever words I say I will always love you I will always love you
Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am free again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am clean again
However far away I will always love you However long I stay I will always love you Whatever words I say I will always love you I will always love you
She wanted so badly to stride to the bar and check Justin's face for tears. Instead she found her victim for the night. The pleasure of the drink lost. She drank out of necessity. After the next song was her set. Her two hours to make the patrons of her nightclub Fray out of their minds.
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Oct 24, 2005 12:58:13 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Oct 24, 2005 12:58:13 GMT -5
The urge to blow up the speakers of Fray was strong. The words of the latest song lilted through his head, making his chest tighten in a way that made him think of being stabbed. Justin gulped down some of the beer, enjoying the slight sizzle he felt down the back of his throat. He was trying very hard to ignore everything and anything around him. The music tugged too many memories, the people brought too much temptation. And then there was Pollynda. Everyone should want to ignore her. really it wasn't her fault. He just hated everyone and everything. If they didn't have a pulse that made it worse. The kid behind the bar was watching him, a puzzled look on his angular face. Justin sighed and swallowed the last of his beer. "What?' His voice was low and toneless. He slid the glass towards the kid ad motioned toward the tap. The kid automatically filled the glass, but his eyes remained on Justin. "Why are you here?" The kids voice was uneven and soft, as though he was only musing aloud. Justin realized the kid was looking over his shoulder and turned to look as well. A sound escaped his lips before he could stop it...
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Nov 3, 2005 18:10:20 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Nov 3, 2005 18:10:20 GMT -5
A cry of pain and anguish escape from Justin as he turned and felt a stab of pain in his chest. There standing before him was Dark, holding what looked like a leg of a table or chair, but he couldn't be certain because the rest was buried within his heart. Staring dumbly at him as he looked with little white fangs showing in the corners of his lips, he finally slumped and fell to the floor. Licking the slatter of blood from his hands, Dark looked down at Justin who lay in a puddle of blood that seemed to seep from an unletted source. The end has come for at least one of us, he thought as he walked away from him. The boy never said a word as Dark left the way he had came and shrugged off the whole affair. He had done his job well and as long as he got paid, he didn't care.
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Nov 3, 2005 19:11:34 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Nov 3, 2005 19:11:34 GMT -5
Justin heard the footsteps fade away as the club remained deathly silent. He almost snorted at his own play on words. Instead, he cautiously rolled to his side and got onto his knees. Dark was new, it was understandable, he didn't know Justin too well. If he had, he wouldn't have bothered with the somewhat elaborate charade... everyone else already knew Justin couldn't be killed so easily... Justin himself had tried it too many times, and he was still around. The only vampire not to succeed in their own suicide. He laughed softly to himself. The little cry he had forced his body to utter had been the cherry on top. Stupid kid. He climbed steadily to his feet, and grasped the make-shift stake in his hands. He flexed his muscles and the wood began to slide easily from between his ribs. Jesus, the kid hadn't even made sure he hit the heart before walking away, not that it would have made much diffenece, but COME ON! He pitched the piece of wood into the crowd surrounding him, not even smiling as he heard the solid thunk of it hitting someone else. Without a thought for what people might think or see, he pulled a mist around him out of thin air, concealing his body as he flashed from his more human form to his wolf one. It didn't even hurt anymore. He allowed the mist to slide back and and calmly stepped out of his clothes. He heard the gasps from those around him as he gingerly picked them up and trotted over to Pollynda, dropping them at her feet. Hold onto these, will you? He sent the thought drifting into her mind before he turned and trotted to the door. He glanced back only once, to look at the bar tender, who had now pressed himself into the furtherst corner of his domain. Justin licked his lips and grinned a doggy grin that did not meet his all-too-human eyes. The kid gave a satisfying shriek and slumped to the floor. Justin sighed as he glided past the bouncer and nearly laughed at some of the screams the humans voiced as he strode past the entrance line-up. He allowed a grin as he mentally called to his prey... Here little Dark... I am one of the darkness, you cannot hide from me in it... He felt the joy of the hunt bubble up within him and allowed his head to go back, his voice calling out in the form of a mournful howl that would slide up and down the spine of anyone who heard it and leave chills in it's wake.
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Nov 3, 2005 20:32:15 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Nov 3, 2005 20:32:15 GMT -5
Pollynda kicked Justin's clothes under the mixing table of Fray's DJ booth. The fact that Justin had just changed into a wolf at the bar of a nightclub frequented by mortals and immortals alike, didn't concern her. She knew that the mortal patrons would just attribute it to the weird happenings at Fray. They would tell others of spectacle, and she would have free, word-of-mouth advertising.
The only thing that concerned her was: who would do such a stupid thing as to make Justin change?...
A twinge of emotion--disappointment maybe?--passed through Pollynda. For years she had been unsuccessful at raising a reaction from Justin. She wished she could go now and find the culprit and punch him in the face before shaking his hand.
May God have mercy on the poor sap; Justin surly would not.
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Nov 3, 2005 21:50:07 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Nov 3, 2005 21:50:07 GMT -5
Dark walked through the shadows in the street, all the while contemplating why he had not killed the immortal named Justin. Sure he had thought out loud what should have been, but knew all too well that he had missed the target he had first set out to hit; the heart. A small rustle caught his attention just then and he halted. He heard and saw nothing, but felt that something was near. Could it be that Justin wanted to take out revenge already? Dark shook his head. This was something different than that. He waited, yet nothing came and soon the feeling past him. The night was once again returned to the smothering darkness of which he had been made to suffer. Sighing, he continued on again, deep in brooding silence. The silence of the deepening darkness.
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Nov 6, 2005 0:24:05 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Nov 6, 2005 0:24:05 GMT -5
Justin stalked through the alleyways of the city, avoiding drunks and teenagers alike. If he were in human form he would not have to hide, but as a wolf, some people were a little leery of him. The common blood-sucking vampire was the norm, a Bisclavret was not. He held his head low, avoiding the light that flooded from every street corner. His nose was trained on the scent of his own blood on the hands of Dark. The kid had missed a spot. His blood wouldn't taste good anyway, so it was no wonder the kid hadn't licked his hand clean. He could hear the steady sound of footsteps up ahead, but they did not match those of Dark, they were too light and made an annoying "click" as each heel struck the pavement. Justin knew that footstep. He back pedaled carefully and silently, keeping his scent downwind. After the woman had passed he once again began his pursuit. He would find Dark by daybreak at the lastest if he kept his leisurely pace. That was one advantage Justin had above most others, he tanned in the sunlight, he didn't burn.
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Nov 7, 2005 21:32:57 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Nov 7, 2005 21:32:57 GMT -5
Dark walked the streets until the dawn light began to glimmer on the horizon, still contemplating what he had done. Unlike most vampires, he did not necessarily get hurt by the sun - being part werewolf and human as well - but he still felt threatened under the rays and it only reminded him of a past that he tried hard to forget. Dark traveled until he found his place of rest and though he wasn't tired, tried to drift off into the death-like slumber he knew he would eventually succumb to. Sleep did not come though, no matter what he tried. It was as if something was keeping him from it; as if his body and mind were seperate and one was trying to tell him something. He could feel the heat around him from the rising sun, but sought out the coolness of his chamber. Another good thing about being more than just a vampire was the fact that he didn't have to sleep in a coffin, though he sometimes preferred to. Sitting up again though, he noticed the dried blood that still stained his hands. Finding himself drawn to it, he could not help but to lap at it. Suddenly, Dark tensed. The air had changed and with it a dark ripple made it's way toward him. He could feel the change in his body and felt the dark powers surge within him as they decided what form he would take. Dark felt his teeth extend into fangs and felt his eyes burning with the lust for blood, but he could see nothing around him yet. Suddenly the darkness cleared and was replaced with someone Dark had known would eventually come. They stared at each other while silence slowly crept back into the darkened room, waiting for the moment when they would disturb it yet again. Dark continued to stare coldly at the person who dared to enter his domain. A growl escaped his throat, but he did not move. The person did not seem to care about this though and only continued to stare back with equal intensity. "What do you want?" Dark said. The person stood there for a moment, taking in Dark's expression before stepping forward. "I am Pollynda and who may I ask are you?" the person asked. "Dark," he replied, still wondering what she wanted. She paused as she looked at him, seeming to mull over his name. Eventually she nodded. "I hope you know what you're getting into Dark. Justin is not one to be triffled with." With that she turned and vanished. Dark smiled at this and returned to the depths of his chamber. A few minutes later the sun rose and before Dark finally drifted off, he couldn't help but to hope that Pollynda as she had called herself, had made it back to safety before the light had made it to where even the shadows lurked in secrecy.
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Nov 11, 2005 15:07:41 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2005 15:07:41 GMT -5
“What could possibly be worse than dieing?” Pollynda slapped her hand down on the bar. The bartender, the same kid from the night before when Justin sat at the stool Pollynda now occupied, jumped. He was on the opposite end of the bar. She continued on, her crimson lips forming the words in near slow motion.
“I’ll tell you what could be worse: living forever. Have you really thought this thing through? I mean, we’ll still be here when the sun explodes in five billion years! We’ll have to watch everything we are familiar with fade with the times.
“What if the middle ages come back into Vogue? I’m not the type of woman who could live in a society that is trying to oppress me. I have a hard enough time just dealing with the fuck-heads that come in here.
“You know what I mean?” Through her speech Pollynda’s words came faster and more fluid until she paused for a breath to question Gwen’s understanding.
Around them people were slowly trickling into the nightclub. It was early in the evening and the sound system wasn’t as loud as it would be by ten o’clock. Still Pollynda shouted her words. She had started drinking—mixing blood and whiskey together—when she opened Fray at eight-thirty. It was just after half-past-nine, and in one hour she had managed to get “drop-dead drunk".
By the time the club was jiving she would have sobered to a light buzz. When she slept at dawn, the effects of the alcohol would be completely unfelt.
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Nov 13, 2005 0:09:46 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Nov 13, 2005 0:09:46 GMT -5
Justin was pissed once again. Last night had not ended as well as he had planned. He loked down at the fine scar across his palm that was all that was left of his early morning... adventure. He had been contently following Dark when the scent had crossed a normally busy street. Without even stopping to think Justin had begun to lope across, nose to the ground. He'd felt the vibrations in the tarmac below his feet before he really began to listen to the sound of tires on road. He'd looked up to see a car madly swerving farther up the road. he had not really thought much of it, just shrugging it off... he'd be across the road by the time the car reached where he was. And he would have too... if some jackass hadn't decided to empty their pool at 5am. Water sloshed down the street, washing away the scent Justin was so determined to follow... he had to spend precious extra seconds searching for where the trail began again. The car sped up, the kid behind the wheel taking another chug of his Smirnoff with a smug smile as he impressed his friends with his driving skills. That's the one thing that sucks about trying to dodge a car driven by a drunk... when you head one way to avoid them, they tend to do the exact same thing in the exact same direction... Justin blinked up from the pavement at three pairs of eyes looking down at him. "Holy fuck, it's alive." The words were slightly slurred, making the f-in fuck dragged out and well, the rest just blended togaether in a way only drunken words can... "Dude." Another boy gingerly knelt beside Jusitn, his hand slowly reaching towards the think fur on his haunch that was soaking in blood. Justin snarled deep in his throat, his body jerking as he tried to wake up nerves oh-so-necessary to life. They wouldn't listen for a second, so he could feel the vileness of the human contact deep to the marrow of his bones. it was enough to snap awake his painfilled body, allowing him to leap up, even if he had to suprress a whine. He loped unevenly away until he was sure he was far enough away from the kids, then he slowed to a walk, searching for a signpost to tell him where he was. Lake St. Ten blocks from his house. Not too shabby. The walk was agony for awhile, until his body healed the worst of the damage, then it all faded to a dull ache. When he got to his house, the tall, dark building looked as cold and uninviting as it usually did. Just the way he liked it. He slipped round to the back of his house, easily pushing open his back gate and entering the haven of his enourmous backyard. Without a worry for what any neighbours might see (if he had them) he pulled the mist around himself and changed back to his more human form. He calmly walked to the back step, reached behind a lose brick in the wall, and pulled out his spare key. He quickly unlocked the back door, shut it behind him, tossed the key on a tabletop and without even looking down himself to see what damage had been done he climbed the stairs, entered his bedroom and collapsed on the king sized bed, with all the window curtains pulled back, allowing the early morning light to drift in. With a groan he reached out a searching hand and pulled a cord. The curtains hanging down from his canopy fell into place with a soft thud. He kept his eyes tightly shut and tried hard to think of nothing... but of course she was there. Always there lurking in his thoughts...
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Nov 14, 2005 0:54:37 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Nov 14, 2005 0:54:37 GMT -5
Around midnight Pollynda entered the DJ booth. She was still buzzed from the alcohol, but it was quickly fading. She missed the days of her youth when she and her friends would party like there was no tomorrow. And for some of them: there wasn’t.
It wasn’t so long ago, but it felt like a lifetime.
Remembering her mortality did nothing to improve Pollynda’s mood. She wasn’t a very good drunk and often got into brawls. Then security would have to haul her flailing corpse into the back office. Tony, the head of security, would often be the one who took on this duty.
He was mortal with broad shoulders and tattoos covering most of his flesh. This week his hair was completely shaved off, making his head shiny and reflective. He was young and varied his hairstyle to all manors. Last week he wore a pink Mohawk just to torment Pollynda. She had taken scissors and cut it down.
Because Tony was mortal he didn’t have the strength to restrain Pollynda. He used his “charm” to make it easier to hold her back. It was still a trail on his muscles, but it wouldn’t kill him. Some evenings Pollynda was grateful to have him employed. He was a great employee and a better friend.
Sifting through her box of records Pollynda prepared to play a set. She had kicked the other DJ out early. It hadn’t bothered him any as long as he was still getting paid for the whole four hours.
Pulling a record out of the milk crate Pollynda fumbled it. Her motor skills were still hampered by the whiskey. The record slipped out of its protective case and rolled along the floor, under the mixing table. Pollynda watched it roll with amusement.
Falling to her knees she bent to retrieve the record. Covered in the dirt from the floor were Justin’s clothes. Pollynda lifted the shirt with the hole in it and brought it to her lips. She tentatively licked at the blood that had seeped into the fabric. Justin’s blood tasted sweet and metallic. An exliur fit for a god.
After a few moments she felt an odd pull in her stomach. Her veins felt constricted. Her breathing shallow. Pollynda writhed on the floor in agony. She began to dry-heave. There was nothing in her stomach to vomit, the blood she drank earlier had been absorbed into her system.
Pollynda lay there on the dirty floor of the DJ booth, pain consuming her, and hoped that someone would come and ease her suffering.
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Nov 14, 2005 15:48:04 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Nov 14, 2005 15:48:04 GMT -5
Dark awoke to the feeling of sickness. His stomach was queasy and he felt dizzy. Sitting up, he waited for the pain to pass. It slowly started to retreat and he stood. He knew that feeling, only one thing had that affect. It was well known to him that dried werewolf blood made anyone who consumed it sick, if not killed them. Being one himself, he knew what the signs were. Dark scowled at the fact that he had been foolish enough to lick his hands of the dried blood after he had stabbed the being Justin. He had learned long ago that dried werewolf blood didn't have the same potency as it did with other creatures, but it still made him sick, even if it was his own wound that he had consumed from. Getting up, he went over to what appeared to be a wall, but after a few seconds, a door opened, showing a small closet-like room. Still clutching at his stomach, Dark looked for a small tube. Finding the small vile filled with a blue chemical, he opened it. It did not smell good to him, but he knew that if he wanted to feel better again without having to wait a week, he was going to have to drink it. Bringing it to his lips, he tried not to think of what it was that he was drinking. As soon as he finished, he could feel the sickness ebb away until nothing of it remained. Putting the vile back though it was empty, Dark suddenly felt pulled towards something. Something was happening. The ripples of darkness were rolling with immense energy. Something bad was underfoot. Grabbing a few viles of the liquid remedy, just incase the feeling returned, Dark headed towards the place at the center of the darkness. Following the rolling clouds of anguish and pain, Dark soon found himself back at the Fray. Sighing, Dark opened the door and walked in. He could tell right away that something was definitely wrong. There were few people there and the ones who were looked shocked and worried. The bartender that Dark had paid to give some information was there again, but was only standing with an open mouth and wide eyes. Dark assessed the situation quickly and found a woman lying on the floor, writhing in agony. Going over to her, Dark felt more than saw that it was Pollynda. Bending down, Dark looked at her face and found it red and veined. "What happened?" Dark asked Pollynda but also to the other's in the room. It was Pollynda though that answered. "Blood!" she croaked. "Justin's...dried up!" Dark understood what she meant though many others in the room only stared without comprehension. Glad that he had grabbed a few extra viles before he had gone out, he now quickly grabbed them out of his black leather jacket. Looking at them for a moment, Dark knew that inside it, there held blood and other chemicals that was sure to help. He hesitated, for he did not know if he really wanted to help her. She was after all a vampire, but Dark wasn't cruel and bent down closer. "You need to drink this," he said as he handed her the vile. She stared at him with a worried expression, but took the vile, hoping that it would lead to life and not to death.
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Nov 14, 2005 22:33:39 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Nov 14, 2005 22:33:39 GMT -5
Justin reached Fray late in the evening. He stuck his head round the front door that was lacking it's bouncer, found the club in disarray, deduced the reason and quickly turned on his heel to stride away. Pollynda's own damn fault. Shouldn't lick food that's been left on the floor. He glanced down at his feet as he walked and noticed a slip of paper. he scooped it up and quickly read what is said. Come one, come all To a grand ball, We have not met, but that I intend to mend Before this night has a chance to end B Justin glanced at the address, mentally measured the distance between his current position and there, and shrugged his shoulders. guess he was going to a party... not like it would kill him.
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Nov 18, 2005 2:42:50 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Nov 18, 2005 2:42:50 GMT -5
The vile smelled like the dumpster out back of Fray. Hand shaking, Pollynda raised the vile to her grimacing lips. She slugged back the contents as if it was a shot of Bourbon back in her teenage hay-days.
The thick liquid coursed down her throat burning a path in its wake. As it mingled with the dead blood in Pollynda's system she was unable to contain a whimper of pain. The crowd that had gathered all watched in stunned silence. The music had stopped since the DJ was writhing on the floor and no one had put on the next track
Tony, head of security, came barreling through the crowd. When he emerged he took stock of what had happened. He was no innocent when it came to vampires and the supernatural community. People still thought they were fairytale monsters—make-belief. The truth was far more disturbing.
Tony was well versed in all vampire dealings. If there was a knowledge level for the subject matter he knew then he would be master. He knew as much as any vampire did about their species, and Tony was still a mortal.
Stepping forward, Tony knelt on the opposite side of Pollynda that Dark was on. He looked into the strikingly pale blue eyes of the very young man; searching for something he had no hope of finding. Tony was hesitant of getting too close to someone he didn’t know. He could sense that the being want human, but couldn’t tell what he was.
Careful not to touch Dark, Tony slipped and arm under Pollynda’s shoulders and under her knees. He lifted her and carried her off the floor, into the back office. Laying her down on the chesterfield he began to pace the cramped quarters as Pollynda silently watched, contemplating her own thoughts.
He didn’t think to lock the office door behind himself.
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Nov 18, 2005 10:35:59 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Nov 18, 2005 10:35:59 GMT -5
Dark stood there for a few moments, debating whether to follow them into the room. He knew that the man had not locked the door, for he had not heard the click of it snapping into place, so he would have no problem getting in. He sighed. He had to go to a gathering soon. He decided that he would see if she was alright though before he quickly left. Entering the room, Dark found that Pollynda was on the couch and the man that had brought her was pacing in thought. The man, being mortal, had not heard Dark enter the room and continued to pace. Tony jumped as a figure suddenly materialized out of the darkness that hung in the room. Trying to calm down as he realized that it was the man that had saved the life of Pollynda, he breathed deeply. He watched as Dark went over to the couch where Pollynda lied. Dark bent down and was relieved to find that Pollynda was already recovering and that eventually with time, she would be alright. Dark wondered why he cared as much as he did as he stared at the man before he left the room in silence. It wasn't as if he was close to this vampire or anything. He had never cared before, so what was so different now? Dark didn't have any answers and hurried to make it to the party with the speed given to him from what he had been since he was born into this world. With his speed, he would there in a matter of minutes.
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Nov 24, 2005 1:11:43 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Nov 24, 2005 1:11:43 GMT -5
Pollynda sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She rubbed it in frustration. She still felt like shit. A heavy weight in the pit of her stomach, lead running through her veins.
She swung her legs over the edge of the chesterfield. With her elbows on her knees she supported her head in her hands. “Fuck…” Spoken in a soft whisper; nearly a sigh.
Raising her head and brushing her long vibrant red hair back from her face Pollynda straightened her shoulders. “Tony, make sure things have settled down in the club. The next DJ should be out there somewhere—I’m not sure who it is so you’ll have to look—but get him to go on right now. Tell him, we’ll pay him double for the time he’s not scheduled. If he doesn’t like that, tell him to shove it up his ass; then: call me.”
Tony took one last look at Pollynda and left the backroom without a word. When he returned ten minutes later Pollynda had yet to move from the chesterfield. “I couldn’t find the DJ or any others out there. The bartender said he was willing to give it a shot, but that boy can barely comprehend the job he’s doing now. No way in hell could he figure out what the ‘do-dads’ on the control panel were for.”
Pollynda stood and swayed a moment before gaining her balance. She stepped past Tony and said over her shoulder, “Next time you see Dark don’t let him in the club.”
“But he just saved your life”
“After he tried to kill Justin. I can’t have people coming into my club and killing each other.” Pollynda didn’t mention her really reason for wanting Dark blocked from her club, and doubted she ever would aloud.
She passed unnoticed through the club, slipping back into the DJ’s booth where she had left all her records. Without warning she blasted Apoptygma Berzerk’s “Unicorn”. Many club patrons jumped when the quiet of the club was shattered. Once the shock wore off, many ventured out onto the dance floor.
Pollynda slowly recovered from the bad blood and continued to DJ for the rest of the night. When the DJ that was scheduled to come on after her initial set pounded on the door Pollynda cupped her ear and shrugged her shoulders in an “I can’t hear you so piss off” motion. The youth’s face was as red as Pollynda’s hair when he finally walked away.
The remainder of the night after Pollynda’s incident was relatively normal. Fray was jumping, and everyone was having a good time.
No one could have predicted what would happen on the following eve.
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Fray
Nov 29, 2005 11:18:39 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Nov 29, 2005 11:18:39 GMT -5
The night before had been one of annoyance. The party had been horrible and meeting with Justin again hadn't made things better. At least he had a reason to leave after that. That was at least one good thing that had gone right. The hostess had been strange and had asked things that Dark would never tell anyone. He rarely let himself think about them, so why would he suddenly be open with it around people? The pain from his past ran deeper than the depths of the sea and Dark wished that it had all been just a horrible dream, but knew that it wasn't and that it could never be. The next night after sleeping the horrid day away that only unburied the things of the past again, Dark awoke to the darkness he was born into. Throwing on his leather jacket that appeared to be more like a cloak than anything else, Dark decided to check on Pollynda. When he had left her she had seemed alright, but he decided that he would check up on her. Walking through the darkness of the alleys, Dark watched as people skirted away from him. He tried not to show that it bothered him and after all these years it probably didn't show anyways. The darkness was where he belonged, someone had once told him. He knew that it was the truth, but still couldn't accept it. He was hidden from his true self. Dark didn't know how long he stood in front of the club Fray, but he finally decided to go in. As he approached the door, he could see Pollynda in the darkness of the club, but she didn't seem to see him. He hesitated, but chose to go on. As he reached the door, the bouncer suddenly blocked his way. This would have been amusing to see since Dark was a good foot and a half taller than him, but no one was thinking of this at the moment. Dark stood there and stared at the bouncer with his pale blue eyes that seemed to cut through the darkness and bore into the man, but neither of them move. The man crossed his hands over his chest and tried his best to look intimidating, but knew that it would not work on this man, or whatever he was. "What is the meaning of this?" Dark asked in a cold voice. "Orders from the boss. You're not to be admitted." The bouncer shrugged. "Wasn't my decision kid." Dark tried not to snarl as he turned away from the club, which caused his coat to billow out around him as he disappeared into the night. Kid? Dark wondered. He hadn't been called that for many years. He probably was ten times older than the bouncer, but Dark tried to take it all in stride and tried to forget the insult that the man had unintentionally given him. What bothered him more was the fact that someone had banned him from the club. Who needed them anyways? Dark wondered. He wasn't one of them, well maybe he was, but he wasn't going to allow himself to think that. Returning to the darkness of the alleys, Dark hated himself for what tonight entailed. Tonight he would feed.
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Fray
Nov 30, 2005 2:15:04 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Nov 30, 2005 2:15:04 GMT -5
It was relatively early in the evening when Pollynda got a call from the bouncer at the door over her walkie-talkie. She hated the thing and barely used it, but after the incident last night she had ordered the main staff to carry theirs and notify her if Justin or Dark came calling.
She was surprise that Dark had returned so soon. She thought it would be at least a few days before he returned to stake someone else.
There was something about Dark that Pollynda couldn’t get past. He was intriguing…ominous. Something just wasn’t right about him and that made Pollynda want to know more about him.
She hurried to her office and set down the papers she was carrying from the bar. She tied up a few loose ends before heading out the main entrance of Fray. On her way out she asked the bouncer, Neil, which direction Dark had gone off in. She used her supernatural speed and followed after Dark.
It took her a little over 30 minutes to find Dark. Her vampire senses were not as developed as they once were, due to lack of use. Pollynda found Dark deep in the park at the center of the city. In his arms was a young homeless woman, Dark’s head bent over her exposed neck.
Hiding behind a tree, Pollynda let out a little sigh. The sight of Dark feeding brought her own hunger to the surface. She had feed before dawn but the hunger never really went away. It was always nagging at the corner off her mind, where she banished it to.
Slowly she approached Dark. Not wanting to disturb him until he finished.
Dark pulled his head back and cradled the dead woman to his chest. He looked up and his eyes met with Pollynda’s. Nothing but a deep empty darkness showed in his eyes.
Pollynda took another step forward.
“Dark…”
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Fray
Nov 30, 2005 10:34:57 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Nov 30, 2005 10:34:57 GMT -5
Dark took awhile to realize that someone had said his name. Looking, he saw that it was Pollynda and immediately turned away; cursing himself for the need to feed. He hated himself for what he was and knowing that she had seen him made things even worse. Regaining his composure, Dark turned to face Pollynda as he tried to keep the sorrow from his face. She had a curious look on her's and a look of sly enjoyment, but Dark tried not to wonder what she was thinking. Pollynda seemed to stare at him for a moment before she took a few steps forward. "What do you want?" Dark asked. It was that question that Dark afterwards regretted.
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Fray
Dec 6, 2005 23:53:29 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Dec 6, 2005 23:53:29 GMT -5
Her eyes were on the dead woman lying on the ground in front of Dark as she spoke. “What do I want? Hmmm… I want to ‘try to take over the world!’” she mocked in her best The Brain voice.
Pollynda became very serious. “I’m not sure what I want, Dark.” She took a few steps past him as he stood ridged. “I want Fray to be successful, I want money, power; the life that comes to mind when mortals hear the word ‘vampire’. I want to be happy.” A small smile fluttered cross Pollynda’s lips as she hugged her arms around herself. It was an awkward gesture because her corset pushed her breast up so high, and her leather arm-warmers were more like sleeves that didn’t attach to anything. They went to the middle of her bicep and made bending her elbows difficult.
She turned to look into Dark’s eyes. She hated that he was so much taller, slightly older looking than she was. She was stuck looking like a child forever. At the time she had been reborn, it seemed like a good idea—23 years later it didn’t seem so grand. It had its perks but there were so many more impediments.
“But you really should ask that question of yourself. What do you want Dark?” Pollynda dropped her arms to her sides and took the few steps that brought her scant inches away from Dark. Leaning forward—without touching him—she raised herself onto the tips of her toes. In Dark’s ear she whispered: “What do you want Dark?”
As she pulled back, Pollynda noticed there was still blood on Dark’s lips.
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Fray
Dec 7, 2005 2:03:08 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Dec 7, 2005 2:03:08 GMT -5
Dark held her gaze, though his eyes clouded over slightly as he looked deep within himself for the answer. He really did not know what he wanted. He wanted to forget the past and change what had happened, but knew that it would not happen no matter how fervently he wished it. Pollynda stared at Dark as his eyes seemed to glaze over momentarily and then stared down at the blood pooled on his lips. She thought of how it might taste, but decided to clear those thoughts as she noticed Dark staring down at her as if he was reading her very thoughts. He turned slightly but she still caught a glimpse of him running his tongue along his lips, favoring the taste of it. "Well?" Pollynda asked a few moments later. Dark stared at her and could smell the blood wafting from the corpse that lay crumpled at their feet. "What do you want Dark?" she repeated for what seemed to be the tenth time, though she knew that it hadn't. She watched his expression change and suddenly a confused and angered feeling showed on his face. This was the first time she had seen him with emotion and was taken back for a moment, almost as much as the answer that she received. "Revenge," was the single word Dark replied before he turned with one last look at the mangled corpse before slipping again into the night.
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Fray
Dec 15, 2005 17:52:38 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Dec 15, 2005 17:52:38 GMT -5
The park was still as Pollynda listened to Dark’s rapidly fading footfalls. She was alone in the deepest part of the park at the center of a city just waking. Disappointed in the answers she got from Dark--the self-decreed slayer of vampires--she continued through the park in search of a victim for herself. Thoughts weighed heavily on Pollynda’s mind as she traveled the city in ponder. Just two nights prior, the sinister youth Dark had stalked purposefully into her nightclub and staked Justin for being a vampire. Yet he made no attempt at any other vampire in the club and he went to that Braen person’s vampire party last night. He even helped her after she had ingested Justin’s blood. It didn’t make sense for him to just resent the whole vampiric race.
Pollynda had been walking for a few hours, without direction or purpose. Dark was somewhere in the city and it would be awhile for Pollynda to find him and put her questions to him.
As she looked around at the buildings rising above her she realized she was in the same part of the city that Justin lived in. She changed her course and headed to Justin’s house. She hoped to get the answer to the question that was really pulling at her mind.
What did Justin do to make Dark stake him?
Justin was an asshole, but then, so were so many of the undead; it wasn’t a reason to kill him.
And maybe Justin could tell her just where Dark had come from.
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