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Great post. I like the introduction Mr. Power Hungry. I'll post up tomorrow and bring him in after the surgery to chew on our peeps a little bit.
Done. Hopefully that will give you something to work with and leaves me with the ability to reenter the dream she was in sometime in the future - hoping to link those dreams together to show a life once lived. :)
His voice was deep, the timbre of it rushing across the nerve endings of her exposed ashen skin as she lay in his arms, her body so far lost that she barely felt the impact of landing in his embrace. She tried to focus on his face, lovely pale skin and dark eyes blurred in and out of her conscious thoughts and she tried to formulate words only to choke on the remaining blood that filled her weakened lungs. She felt the darkness that pressed against her vision call to her and without hesitation she rushed towards it, warmth engulfing her and rest finally finding residence within her aching physique. What happened beyond that moment was lost to her, but the hope of heaven and reunion with her family members past played in whatever small moments she was left to experience.
Elle, gather the supplies we need and meet me at the edge of Herrington's forest." Her brothers voice was hushed and the only vision she held of him was due entirely to the small candle that he held in front of his handsome face, his grin wicked and filled with promise of adventure.
She couldn't help but smile, though neither of them felt giddy or happiness, but more a sense of purpose and a fulfilled calling awaiting them at the end of the night. "You know that father would not approve of us leaving in the middle of the night. We must wake him, Jameson. I will not take lashes tomorrow when he finds out what we have done."
"He will not know, sister. Now do as I say!" Her brother moved back and Elle huffed softly, slipping from her small make-shift bed and pulling off her long white gown. They were still young and deep into adolescence, their sense of right and wrong perfectly in place and yet the call of the wild or the possibility to make a name for themselves well overrode their sense of preservation or looming destruction. Their father would know because they would in fact kill a vampire and knowing her brother, he would talk about it for months and months.
They would be caught - she had no doubt of that fact.
She pulled up a pair of britches and an old white shirt, slipped her feet in some solid brown boots and her hair in a tight knot and headed for the small closet at the back of their room. Deep in the confines of the darkness lay a small board that moved and below it was a few supplies that they would use to kill the vamps. A bottle of holy water, blessed by Saint Stephen, a cross and a long stake that would be used to end the creatures nefarious lifestyle. She finished gathering the supplies and slipped into the night, her brother waiting at the edge of the forest with a gleam in his eye and a smile on his lips.
"Are you ready, little sister?" He reached for the stick and she shook her head.
"We're going to get caught or die trying not to." Elle stuck out her tongue, but nothing remained of Jameson, but a soft laugh he left for her as he forged into the forest.
Soft candlelight filled the room around her as she moved a little, her body so sore and her skin painfully tight. Where was she? Was this heaven? She tried to sit up, but a long burn filled her chest as she muffled a scream, embarrassed by her emotion and yet in so much agony that to cry out seemed the only way to move past the anguish and into relief. Dying was horrid, but this transition into the next world was more treacherous than she'd imagine. Her body shook as her muscles inflated and her skin relit with color. Her eyes bulged as she finally let out a long agonizing scream and her body finished the transition. She breathed in rapidly and felt tears dot her cheeks as her fingers dug painfully into the bed she was laid upon. Giving herself a few minutes to pull through the remaining transition she prayed to the God of her father and finally pushed up to her elbows, a man that appeared familiar and yet not sat across from her, his strong features playing with her against the firelight that bathed him in illumination.
"Where am I?" She muttered softly, her lips pale pink and full again as they sat upon her perfectly smooth alabaster skin. "Who are you?"
Elle, gather the supplies we need and meet me at the edge of Herrington's forest." Her brothers voice was hushed and the only vision she held of him was due entirely to the small candle that he held in front of his handsome face, his grin wicked and filled with promise of adventure.
She couldn't help but smile, though neither of them felt giddy or happiness, but more a sense of purpose and a fulfilled calling awaiting them at the end of the night. "You know that father would not approve of us leaving in the middle of the night. We must wake him, Jameson. I will not take lashes tomorrow when he finds out what we have done."
"He will not know, sister. Now do as I say!" Her brother moved back and Elle huffed softly, slipping from her small make-shift bed and pulling off her long white gown. They were still young and deep into adolescence, their sense of right and wrong perfectly in place and yet the call of the wild or the possibility to make a name for themselves well overrode their sense of preservation or looming destruction. Their father would know because they would in fact kill a vampire and knowing her brother, he would talk about it for months and months.
They would be caught - she had no doubt of that fact.
She pulled up a pair of britches and an old white shirt, slipped her feet in some solid brown boots and her hair in a tight knot and headed for the small closet at the back of their room. Deep in the confines of the darkness lay a small board that moved and below it was a few supplies that they would use to kill the vamps. A bottle of holy water, blessed by Saint Stephen, a cross and a long stake that would be used to end the creatures nefarious lifestyle. She finished gathering the supplies and slipped into the night, her brother waiting at the edge of the forest with a gleam in his eye and a smile on his lips.
"Are you ready, little sister?" He reached for the stick and she shook her head.
"We're going to get caught or die trying not to." Elle stuck out her tongue, but nothing remained of Jameson, but a soft laugh he left for her as he forged into the forest.
Soft candlelight filled the room around her as she moved a little, her body so sore and her skin painfully tight. Where was she? Was this heaven? She tried to sit up, but a long burn filled her chest as she muffled a scream, embarrassed by her emotion and yet in so much agony that to cry out seemed the only way to move past the anguish and into relief. Dying was horrid, but this transition into the next world was more treacherous than she'd imagine. Her body shook as her muscles inflated and her skin relit with color. Her eyes bulged as she finally let out a long agonizing scream and her body finished the transition. She breathed in rapidly and felt tears dot her cheeks as her fingers dug painfully into the bed she was laid upon. Giving herself a few minutes to pull through the remaining transition she prayed to the God of her father and finally pushed up to her elbows, a man that appeared familiar and yet not sat across from her, his strong features playing with her against the firelight that bathed him in illumination.
"Where am I?" She muttered softly, her lips pale pink and full again as they sat upon her perfectly smooth alabaster skin. "Who are you?"
Thyme - and yes, it's a great herb.
I love risotto. So delicious. I make it every once in a while when I have a bit of extra time on my hands.
GOD I LOVE A THIN CRUST PIZZA.
Okay... writing time. :)
I love risotto. So delicious. I make it every once in a while when I have a bit of extra time on my hands.
GOD I LOVE A THIN CRUST PIZZA.
Okay... writing time. :)
Bane - Lovely. Hope you get home soon!
Dark - Good to hear. I look forward to you adding another character and seeing you play this one. I've not seen you in action with a female character yet. :)
Dark - Good to hear. I look forward to you adding another character and seeing you play this one. I've not seen you in action with a female character yet. :)
Thank you, thank you and um.. thank you, Sir. :)
Tell me.................. I want to vicariously live though you!
*laughs* I'm a quipper.. forever slapping people around with my wit and ability to retort.
Sunday go good? The sermon turned out really well and I'm GRATEFUL that my mother will be back this week. *passes out*
Looking forward to your post.
Sunday go good? The sermon turned out really well and I'm GRATEFUL that my mother will be back this week. *passes out*
Looking forward to your post.
YUM! Man I love pizza. I'm jealous, btw. :)
D'awww... thanks. I'll make sure its good stuff. Might throw in a bit of her history as she dreams in the darkness that's enveloped her.
D'awww... thanks. I'll make sure its good stuff. Might throw in a bit of her history as she dreams in the darkness that's enveloped her.
Arch pulled on the interstate, his mind racing at the events they'd been through and the fact that they'd survived. He wanted to talk about it and pull out from her who she was and how she held the power to see the dead and interact with them, but it didn't feel like the right time or place. She was on edge - her body appeared stiff and laden with anxiety. Some part of him wanted to reach out and take her hand, but he didn't know her and having an audience, even a dead one was a little creepy. He smiled at the play on words in his own head.
Dark clouds rolled above them and thunder struck across the sky, the car reverberating at the efforts of the gods as Ash tried to keep the car on the road. Rain began to pour in bucket-loads and visibility became quite the challenge, but the rain never seemed to bother him before and even after the drama of the evening, he was steady and sure of himself as he moved forward toward her home.
"Let me know what exit to take." He turned down the radio a little, "I did see them, but I wasn't sure what they intent was. They actually seemed to appear out of lightening hitting the ground and they had markings on their wrist much like mine." He pulled up his sleeve and showed her the faint tribal marking on him.
"I was born with those, and I'm not sure what this all means, but I knew I had to help you." He chewed on the side of his mouth, looking in the rear view mirror and seeing the ghost better, though unsure if that were a good thing or not.
"Comfortable?" He asked the dead man and flinched at the expression on his solemn face. "Sorry.."
Dark clouds rolled above them and thunder struck across the sky, the car reverberating at the efforts of the gods as Ash tried to keep the car on the road. Rain began to pour in bucket-loads and visibility became quite the challenge, but the rain never seemed to bother him before and even after the drama of the evening, he was steady and sure of himself as he moved forward toward her home.
"Let me know what exit to take." He turned down the radio a little, "I did see them, but I wasn't sure what they intent was. They actually seemed to appear out of lightening hitting the ground and they had markings on their wrist much like mine." He pulled up his sleeve and showed her the faint tribal marking on him.
"I was born with those, and I'm not sure what this all means, but I knew I had to help you." He chewed on the side of his mouth, looking in the rear view mirror and seeing the ghost better, though unsure if that were a good thing or not.
"Comfortable?" He asked the dead man and flinched at the expression on his solemn face. "Sorry.."
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