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Post by Lucinda Gordani on Aug 1, 2010 4:26:09 GMT -5
Lucinda's scream faded out as her body became engulfed in the sensation of flames. When people talked about wanting to change, it always was of how powerful or strong they'd become afterwards. That was a lie. Dying was a lie. All of it. Turning didn't make you feel powerful, nor strong. It was death, in the purest sense of the word. You're world collapsing benieth you as youre body struggled to keep up. Your memories and thoughts were set ablaze and reemerged, each outline covered with ash to make them more clear. Your organs shut down and you're forced to have to adapt to living without them while this all happened. It wasn't a matter or gaining strength or power, it was a matter of enduring it. To die a thousand times in a matter of minutes, in every possible way youre body could stand so that you'd become immune to it all when you reawoke. Thats why it felt like fire, fire was the one thing to perminately kill a vampire, and it vemon had to keep you down to kill you those thousand times before giving you that crisp clarity of eternal life. This was what he'd put me through, this was what he and every other vampire had suffered, this was there pain. I blinked my eyes slowly, the world not longer stable, and looking at the sky, It was no londer dark blue and black, without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue. And blue and through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air. And then shining, burning, bursting through were the stars. And I could see how they threw their light. Everywhere I looked, the complex magic of nature blazes before my eyes. "Matthew."
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Post by Matthew Halsting on Aug 1, 2010 4:33:02 GMT -5
And she was okay.
Well, he hoped she was. He let out a groan; all he wanted to do right now was run away, from her, from this night, from the fact that he hurt her. But he knew he couldn't do that. He had to stay and see if she was going to be all right, to know what she felt like.
When she whispered his name, it startled him. He practically jumped, staring down at her and raising his eyebrows. "Lucinda," he murmured, frowning and silently scolding himself more than a million times. "Forgive me, please forgive me." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, looking away. He didn't even want to see her right now, not now when she was buried in all the damage he had done to her.
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Post by Lucinda Gordani on Aug 1, 2010 4:39:47 GMT -5
I'm covered in blood." She murmured, her voice cracking and not yet fully right. It didn't bother her as much as she'd thought it would but it did stroke at something inside her. She added after a moments thought "and Dead." She turned her eyes towards him, wide and a brighter green then even contacts could pull off.
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Post by Matthew Halsting on Aug 4, 2010 1:12:00 GMT -5
It was true; she really was dead. Or, well - undead. That'd be a better word. He let out a heavy sigh, taking this all in. Lucinda was a vampire. Griffin was an asshole. Matthew was a killer. And he realized with a cringe that this was all his fault. All my fault, he repeated in his head, over and over. He stared down at the newly Turned vampire one last time, giving his head a vicious shake and then standing up.
"Fuck this!" he shouted, his voice raising. He spread his armrs out to the sky, calling out to no one in particular. With one glance back at Lucinda, he leaned against the tree. He silently scolded himself as he slid down, his head in his hands. He groaned, muttering under his breath and taking a look at Lu.
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Post by Lucinda Gordani on Aug 4, 2010 1:20:09 GMT -5
Lucinda watched as he walked away from her, then closed her eyes tightly, trying to get the pounding in her head to start. She could taste blood on her lips but refused to lick them dispite how much she wanted too. Bringing her hand up to her lower lip she dragged her hand from her mouth down to her neck, feeling wettness there as well as she realized it was her own blood. Her hands shook as she was overcome by the need to cry, but couldn't find the tears to do so. She wanted to cry out, to call for help, but the only one around was Matt, and he'd left her alone again, just like everyone else.
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Post by Matthew Halsting on Aug 4, 2010 1:51:07 GMT -5
Reluctantly pushing himself off the ground, Matt shuffled his way back to Lucinda, crouching down beside her and holding out his arm. "Drink," he instructed, knowing that she needed blood. He remembered from when he had just become a vampire; the first moment of conciousness after being Turned, blood was all he had needed. After drinking and killing a little bit more, he became less demanding of it, but it was still a priority when you were undead - just like Lucinda.
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Post by Lucinda Gordani on Aug 4, 2010 2:10:50 GMT -5
She shook her head, wincing as it started to give her a headache and turning away from him. "No." She muttered, pressing her lips together in protest. She didn't want to drink blood, and expecially not from Matt.
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Post by Matthew Halsting on Aug 4, 2010 2:21:45 GMT -5
Matt closed his eyes for a moment, his hand rubbing her back gently. He didn't know how she wasn't thirsty, though he wasn't going to fight it now. Instead, he figured they should get her back to his house; get her rested and finally be able to react to the situation. "Then let's get you back home," he whispered quietly, tugging on her arm softly. "Come on, Lu. Get up," he continued, stroking her hair as he stared down at her.
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Post by Lucinda Gordani on Aug 4, 2010 2:28:25 GMT -5
Shaking her head, she felt herself start to go limp in his grip. "I'm tired." She said softly, knowing what would happen. She'd go home, he'd force her to drink, and she'd live out the rest of the world as one of them. She didn't have anything against vampires, but just of being one herself. "Just kill me." She said glancing at him, she knew he wanted too, to not have to be responsible for her being like this, and for everyone else who'd fought for her to stay human all those years hating him. It'd be easier on them both.
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Post by Matthew Halsting on Aug 4, 2010 2:38:45 GMT -5
"Lucinda," he began quietly but firmly, gripping her arm tightly. "If you don't get your fuckin' ass over to my house, I won't kill you; I will either literally drag you there myself or simply leave you here to rot in your own bloodlust." He narrowed his eyes, not necessarily mad at her, but frustrated with - himself? her? He shook his head, shaking her again and then finally giving up. He slipped his arms underneath her, picking her up easily.
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Post by Lucinda Gordani on Aug 4, 2010 2:42:45 GMT -5
Never really being one for crying, she felt he bottom lip quiver at his words. And when he lifted her up she buried her head in his shirt, trying to hide the hurt in her eyes. She wanted her old Matt back. The one who cared about her, would never hurt her but kill for her. Hell, she'd even take Griffin at this point, and he was a cheating bastard. "Don't yell, please." She said, trying to steady her voice but finding it still didnt sound right.
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Post by Matthew Halsting on Aug 4, 2010 2:56:41 GMT -5
"Sorry," Matthew apologized quietly, kissing her forehead gently. With one last inhale of fresh air - and the faint scent of blood, he began running towards his apartment, Lucinda in his arms. He reached the complex, making his way over his door and setting her down slowly. He was still supporting her with one arm as he pulled his keys out of his pockets, unlocking the door and kicking it open. "On the bed," he told her, helping her walk over there.
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Post by Lucinda Gordani on Aug 4, 2010 3:01:00 GMT -5
She did as she was told, leaning heavily on Matt to keep from falling down before making it to his bedroom. Laying down, she let out a moan, her skin feeling raw against the sheets and her clothes as she moved. "Don't go." She said after a moment, reaching up a hand and taking his in her own.
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Post by Matthew Halsting on Aug 4, 2010 3:05:37 GMT -5
"I would never," Matt murmured soflty in her ear, laying down on the bed beside her and squeezing her hand. He set his hand on her neck, rubbing it gently and raising his eyebrows. "You sure you're not thirsty?" he questioned her with a sigh, knowing that by "thirsty" he didn't mean for alcohal or water, but for blood.
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Post by Lucinda Gordani on Aug 4, 2010 3:10:44 GMT -5
So much so." Lucinda admitted, turning her face away from him as he stroked her neck. She didn't want him to see her like this, so primeval, so not like herself. Hesitating a second before rolling over and pressing herself against him, burying her head in his chest. She could smell her blood on him and it didn't at all feel as appealing to her as the man himself did, but she couldn't deny she wanted it.
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