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Post by Jasper on Feb 14, 2008 7:44:07 GMT -5
"Love, Dr. Pettenati treats everyone, its not simply mine or your kind," he took note of how defensive she had gotten. Jasper was getting too close for comfort and it was becoming a little more than apparent. It would've been easier for her to punch him when she struggled off his lap. He would've been more able to understand the pain. His face took on a little more grave look and lost the dreamy, lost look that it'd had when she was tucked in his arms. Jasper wanted to say so much to her, to tell her off, if she was a man he'd probably hit her for her stubbornness, and at the same time he wanted to press his lips wildly to hers in an embrace like you saw in the movies. "Arai, I'm sorry that I care for your well being. I just don't want you to have to live in destitution and squaller when you can be helped." His voice rose a few tones louder and he rose to his feet with vampiric speed, "I don't see what all this crap is about vampires not getting along with werewolves. Who cares? This is you and I, Arai, it was never a matter of them verses them here." Jasper spun on the balls of his feet, and slunk from the room to the darker recesses of the house.
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Post by Arai on Feb 14, 2008 17:33:41 GMT -5
"I can't be helped!" she yelled after him, "not unless you can change me to the way I was before I was attacked by a stupid werewolf!" Seething, she stood there glaring daggers at his back. It wasn't her fault that he was the only vampire to be nice to her, to care for her. It seemed that Jasper went against everything that Namir and Pete had told her about vampires. He was so difficult! Accepting him as a friend, possibly more, would mean throwing away her only chance so far to have a life with a family. Maybe it wasn't about rivalry here, but out there, out in the real world, it was. No matter how you put it, there was a war between their races looming, and Arai couldn't change it. She knew what she had to do. She had to leave. It was getting dangerous for her emotions to stay here. So she left. Within twenty minutes she was gone. The only indication she had ever been in the building was the metal cage that had held her.
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Post by Jasper on Feb 14, 2008 18:32:40 GMT -5
Jasper lurked up to the attic and skulked around. The heavy snores echoed from one of the nearby rooms, the vampire merely floated by and went on into the attic. The moon's ray's penetrated through the cracks of the door to the rooftop. Earlier that day he had shrunk away from the door, and now curiosity begged for him to clamber up the rickety stairs and onto the rooftop. He had lied to Arai earlier, there was no Isabelle, he didn't want to get into the sticky over emotional mess and pity to tell her who this so called Isabelle really was. Who he had really been talking about was Diorah, the Doctor, Diorah's father, had been drinking vampire blood for years in order to keep himself alive. Jasper gave him a supply once a week to keep him readily healthy. The good doctor was able to know so much because he had been around so long, and everyone knew of him and depended on him in this half of the U.K. region for medical care for special cases such as his. They would have no other alternative if he suddenly was to die. Drinking vampire blood didn't make him a vampire, but cured all of his ailments and kept him looking the same way he did as he first started drinking the crimson syrup. Not once in all those years had he even had a cold.
Jasper checked his watch and guessed that it was still okay to go out. He climbed nimbly up the stairs and onto the roof. The cool summer wind cut across his exposed muscles like a gentle tickle. Diorah and her mother had been tied to the brick chimney that now stood erect and defiant before him. Somberly he looked upon it, he should've been here to protect her. It should've been him that they tied to the chimney and not Diorah, after all, they had come looking for him. Jasper's calloused fingers reached out and gently brushed the brick. At his fingertips was a heart and a D and J inside it. He knew it was cheesy, but that heart meant so much to him. Jasper knelt down to the level of the heart and pressed his lips to the brick as a single tear fell down his cheek. He may not have been able to save Diorah, but at least he had saved her, Arai. The door had already slammed below him and he heard the tapping of tennis shoes on the pavement. "If you love her... let her go..." His conscious whispered to him. Jasper nodded and pulled away from the brick, he rose to his feet and pushed away all the thoughts that he could no longer bear.
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Post by Arai on Feb 16, 2008 20:55:57 GMT -5
Angrily Arai stormed away, leaving behind the place that had been somewhat safe. Safer than alone on the streets, anyways. Her face stony, she walked down the streets, again not keeping track of where she turned. She did, however, make sure to look before crossing the street. This time there would be no Jasper to save her. Her worn sneakers plodded methodically on the pavement, carrying her farther away from that emotional turmoil. It was dark out now. It reminded her of the night before. The moon, a small sliver shaved off the side, brought a tingling discomfort down her spine. The few days after a transformation were a little rough. She felt the beast there, wishing to get out again, to wreak havoc. Fortunately the key to unlock the prison would not come again for a month. After a few blocks the cool breeze cooled her arms and her temper. Her hair wisped softly around her pixie-like face as she looked around. Her amber gaze didn't recognize anything. Arai was good and truly lost in an unfamiliar town. Few people walked the streets at this hour; maybe they knew of the true identity of the night life, maybe they merely did not wish to be out at this hour. Whatever the case, she figured most of the lurking shadows were not completely human. Now was the time of the vampires. So far she had not found any other lycans. Had she been able to transform into a wolf she would have no doubt attracted attention. But she had never tried. And now she was lost. Alone she was an appetizing target. Nervously she ran her fingers through her auburn hair, feeling eyes on her. It was best to keep moving and stay out of the shadows. Still, a deep unease settled in her stomach. Arai began to regret leaving the house at night. A dark figure followed her, dark eyes on her small figure. Her sixth sense went out of control, prickling the fine hairs on the back of her neck. Nervously she walked a bit faster, trying to recognize anything. But there was nothing familiar here. Light and dark shadowed and highlighted her face alternatively as she passed under streetlights. Some flickered, making the eerie setting much like a horror movie. But this was one she would not be able to turn off. Suddenly a figure stepped out in front of her, causing Arai to backtrack a few steps. The lanky man leered at her, his pale skin seeming to glow in the moonlight. A red flame from a cigarette lit his eyes an unnerving red. Flicking it to the sidewalk, he took a few steps closer to her, smiling sickly. His pointed fangs flashed in the light as he reached towards her. Frantically Arai retreated backwards from the cold hand, only to bump into another chilly figure behind her. Gasping, her heart pounding and her pale amber eyes frantic, Arai stepped away from them both. Now there were two vampires, and they looked at her with something akin to hunger. Now more than ever, Arai wished she had never left the house.
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Post by Jasper on Feb 24, 2008 20:18:28 GMT -5
Jasper jumped from the third story roof somberly with a jump, the rumble in his veins being the catalyst of this action. Had it not been for that, he might not have come down. The wind ruffled his hair as he plummeted to the pavement. He landed in a graceful crouch and rose as if nothing happened. The vampire began to sniff around, looking for a nice lady of the evening to take for his pleasure. No.. No women. He couldn't deal with women right now. Even those kind. He needed a man to take. Someone who would put up a fight as he bore his teeth and sank them deep into his jugular. The sweet taste of the hot pumping blood of a victory. Jasper strode purposefully in the direction of the gym. The one a couple blocks down was twenty four hours. He jammed his hands in his pockets and his head held high with masculine confidence. He came up on the gym, the smell of sweat and whey protein pervaded the air surrounding the edifice. Jasper slowed his step and leaned on the window, waiting for someone to come out. He drummed his fingers in a buzzy melody that he'd written on his jacket, tapping.. waiting, impatient. The door jingled and a man exited. Jasper waited until he was a good thirty feet in front of him and followed. Waiting for him to get some where out of the accusing eyes of the streetlights. Just as he was crossing an alley way he caught a familiar smell. What was it.. He turned his face to the source. A voice whispered in his head, " Arai...." His step stopped. He glanced back towards his escaping meal, then down the alley. He growled and stalked off into the alley following Arai's smell.
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Post by Arai on Feb 25, 2008 10:48:18 GMT -5
Gulping, Arai's eyes flicked from vampire to vampire nervously. Standing in the middle of the street, she was an open target for anything on the road. The first vampire stepped towards her with lightning speed, his hand reaching for her arm and his fangs extended to take a bite. But Arai was not without her own advantages in this fight. She too had speed, though she was not as fast as a vampire, and she had lycan strength. With a twist of her arm, she managed to wrench herself free. Then she began to run. Down the middle of the street Arai flew, her feet pounding a rapid staccato on the pavement, running away from the vampires. But the two were not so easily deterred. In fact, from the grins at each other, they preferred a meal that would fight back. Easily they followed her, their eyes flashing dark in the dim streetlights. With a leap and a bound, the second one was on Arai, grabbing her arms and wrenching her back. Growling and snarling, she tried to break free. But this time the vampire was not surprised at her attempts, and he held on tightly. Arai, however, was a lot stronger than they expected. Writhing, kicking, and biting at whatever she could, the small redhead was quite a handful. Catching up, the other vampire tried to help the other one grab her. As they began to drag her back to the alley where it was dark, Arai fought for her life. For the first time since she was a lycan, Arai tried to change to wolf form. Concentrating as best she could, she tried to feel her hands becoming paws, a tail sprouting from her back, her nose becoming a snout, the feel of four paws on the ground. Growling, she felt something, but not a full transformation. Instinctively she bit down on anything that was in her way. With a yell of surprise, the vampire let go. Her teeth had become pointed and razor sharp, and her eyes more primitive and vicious. But the moment did not last and Arai was back to her normal self. But now the two knew what they were dealing with. "It's a werewolf!" the second one exclaimed, trying to grab her again. Arai, however, was not so easily recaptured. Already she was running again, arms and legs pumping, doing anything she could to stay away from the dangerous men.
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Post by Jasper on Feb 25, 2008 18:16:21 GMT -5
Jasper took a deeper breath in, inhaling the potent odors of her scent. The sweet floral scent that drove him to capture the werewolf. All of the world seemed to melt away, all that mattered was Arai. Arai.. the beast rumbled in his chest. Her feet took off in a run, although Jasper didn't notice the other vampires persuing her he followed shortly behind them. With every slap of the rubber sole on the pavement he began to salivate a little more, his fangs descending and pupils dilating to the size of a pin head. The beast growled for him to go faster. His pace quickened, running at break-neck inhuman speed. He stopped in front of her destined path- Stopped with even so much of a tell tale skidding of his rubber soles. The vampire stood stiff in place, prepared for the impact. He opened his arms wide to catch her. Only he knew what would follow... his fangs dripped venom and desire. Arai... the beast rumbled again. Jasper a low gruff chuckle rumbled out of his throat mockingly, his green eyes gazed down to her short, delicious frame with a predatory stare. The other vampires seemed to take sudden notice of him and all of a sudden halted in their tracks. The omnipotent, dark force before them was enough to intimidate them with even a slightest look.
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Post by Arai on Feb 25, 2008 18:52:52 GMT -5
Running pell-mell through the streets with steady speed, Arai's eyes were gold and wide, her hair whipping around her face. The streetlights flickered eerily as she raced along, the light tapping of the two vampires behind her. Arai's lycan hearing could pick up their lustful comments, their anxious breathing as they neared closer to her. They were hungry, but now she was not just a meal. Now she was their enemy, and Arai didn't want to think about what they would do if they caught her. Suddenly a dark figure was in front of her, appearing so fast it was like magic. With a yelp, she attempted to skid to a stop. Her rubber soles scraped on the pavement, her arms working madly to help her change direction. Eyes wild, she couldn't help but collide directly into the outstretched arms. Her hands beat at him, a growl escaping from her throat. All she could see, could comprehend, was the flashing fangs, the cold skin. The other vampires drew no closer, stopping at the intimidating sight. Snarling and scratching at him, Arai blindly fought to get away. At this point she had no idea who held her, no idea what to do, and she just wanted to get away.
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Post by Jasper on Feb 26, 2008 21:42:34 GMT -5
Jasper smiled smugly down at Arai pounding on his chest. The feeling that her fear driven blows delivered on his chest was more of an annoying tapping. Her hair tossed up more of her scent with movement, the vampire had to fight from keeping his eyes rolling back in his head from delicious intoxication. His throat was dry and scratchy with thirst... SEIZE HER! the beast roared. He brought his arms down around her, crushing him to his chest with frightening strength. Jasper barred her arms so she was unable to move them behind her back and wrenched her around to face the other vampires. He arched her back forcefully, pushing her chest out and bringing her closer at the same time. Jasper encircled his limber fingers in her auburn hair and wrenched her head to the side exposing the pale, creamy flesh of her neck. He let out a groan at the sight of it. His mind began enticing him with thoughts of plunging his teeth deep within her veins and the hot, thick, crimson liquid pumping heavily against the back of his throat as he greedily gulped it down. The tensed muscles in her neck only teased him as he saw the flickers of a rapid pulse thump in her jugular. Jasper brushed his lips against the nape of her neck gently, so much he could barely feel it. He pulled back his lips slightly to reveal the bleach white of his venomous fangs and repeated the brush with a more deadly weapon. All of his senses were heightened to what was in his arms, he was drunk with power over her, savoring the domination and force he had over the weak werewolf. At this moment he longer thought of her as Arai, he only thought of her as the beast inside would, blood.
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Post by Arai on Feb 26, 2008 22:07:13 GMT -5
Finding herself unable to breath as she was crushed to the chest of the vampire, Arai could do nothing but struggle in a futile manner. In the fear and commotion, a scent drifted in that she recognized. Jasper? The thought drifted in like a lazy leaf in the fall, settling in the pit of her stomach as she realized what she had feared. In this moment, Jasper had indeed shown himself to be her enemy. As she was turned around and wrenched backwards, Arai could only take in quick whimpering breaths. The other vampires were watching now, grudgingly accepting that the other vampire had caught their prey. Now they only watched with an avid interest in seeing the lycan conquered. Perhaps this older vampire would even leave them a few pints to feast on. The two had never tasted lycan blood before. Feeling the gentle graze of lips on her neck, Arai's heart pounded with fear and anxiety, knowing the souless creature was playing with her, just teasing her. The chill of pointed fangs scraped her skin and she could hardly breath. But, just like Jasper, Arai had a hidden side, a strong beast in her veins. But unlike Jasper, this beast ran with blood hot as the fire, and the viciousness that displayed itself the night before came back. It has been said that in times of great need, individuals reach inside themselves to find abilities they never imagined. But in this case, the ability reached out of Arai, and she snapped. Fight back! came the growling command, the command that had kept her race alive through the toughest times. Snarling as her darker side took over, Arai arched her back further until her head shoved against his chest. With a wrench of her head and a flash of teeth, Arai bit down - hard - upon the chilly vice that held her. Though these were not wolf teeth, her blunt human teeth still caused damage as she ground down. The taste of flesh, dead though it was, drove the snarling wolf to bite harder, fight back more viciously. Arai would not die this way.
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Post by Jasper on Feb 27, 2008 22:21:58 GMT -5
Jasper was surprised as her blunt teeth sank into his arm. The return of a bite was sensual in a way, his skin tingled in reaction and his interest began to be more enticed. He wanted a fight, the beast chuckled again. Jasper wrenched her head away from his well muscled arm. The more she struggled the more he would be driven. The pain of loss and remembrance was too much for Jasper and forced the beast to take over. Jasper gazed deep into her pale golden eyes and pressed a passionate, ravenous kiss to her lips. The kiss was like a warm rain to a hot summer drought, he curled his fingers tighter in her hair and pulled her closer. "Arai," he groaned hotly after the kiss. He paused. The beast growled. Arai... She was just a distraction. He flung her to the side, dispelling her from his grasp as if she were suddenly set on fire. His previous prey was long gone, but there was still hope for a new one. His throat ached for the hot pump of blood to quench his thirst, but he knew, he knew only one would satiate his hunger.
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Post by Arai on Feb 27, 2008 23:52:17 GMT -5
Wrenched painfully away from the cold flesh, Arai expected the worst from the incensed vampire. But instead she found that hungry longing look pinning her to the street, the eyes gazing wildly into her own. And her lips were taken into a passionate kiss, a kiss of fire though the lips themselves were cool. With strength and hunger the vampire that was Jasper pulled her closer, pressed her lips against his with wild force. Her head spun as chills ran up and down her spine. Arai could feel the fangs, hard and pointed, beneath the hungry lips that kissed her now and was reminded of the danger she was in. The way that voice, so strong and powerful, thick with wanting, said her name was intoxicating and thrilling, numbing her mind with its deep passion. And then, either too soon or not soon enough - which one she could not decide - Arai was tossed aside like an unwanted toy. Jasper was struggling with something, she knew, for him to have not eaten her yet. Her heart said stay, said to help him. But the wolf, her mind, urged her to run. So it was that Arai, her red hair ruffled and wild, eyes pale amber in the night, scrambled to her feet and bounced up running. Her feet hit in a rapid staccato, carrying her far away. Someone, anyone to help. The other vampires waited. Would the older one take chase? If not, they would be more than happy to bring down the lycan. Maybe they would have a little fun with her first, even. It had been long since they had been challenged by their prey.
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Post by Jasper on Feb 28, 2008 9:37:20 GMT -5
Jasper somehow caught hold of his mind and was able to force her away in that last second. The theorized it had to do with the kiss giving him brief control. His chest heaved up and down in reflex, he didn't need the air, but he couldn't help it. He glowered at her from across the alley, she was driving him crazy, the way she put up a fight, the sexy messy look that her hair had to it, everything. She looked like an animal, like Jasper the border between man and beast looked as if was beginning to blur a little. A smile spread to his face as his amazonian goddess took off, as if telling him to chase. His green eyes flashed and bared his teeth superiorly to the vampires that stood wide eyed and watching, signaling for them to leave, this was his. Jasper flew up on Arai as fast as he could running right behind her hot on the trail. It seemed ironic in comparison to the happenings of a few nights before when it had been the reverse role played.
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Post by Arai on Feb 28, 2008 10:54:24 GMT -5
Begrudgingly the other two vampires accepted the dominance of the older male and left. Tonight they would find food elsewhere. But they had small consolation in knowing that the other vampire would hunt down that werewolf girl and give her what she deserved. She would be taken care of. So they skulked off to the alleys. Going the opposite way, Arai ran for her life. She heard the exicted breathing of Jasper, the rapid thud of his footsteps following her own. Her own breathing came light and fast, her arms pumping as her heart raced to supply her small frame with oxygen-rich blood. But a downside of having warmth, having life in her was that she could overheat. As the chase stretched on Arai knew she could not run like this for the five hours until dawn. The lycan side meant she had greater endurance and speed, but even with that she would only last so long. In order to conserve her speed and energy, Arai began to run in spurts. She slowed down to a slower, steadier speed once she was ahead of the pursuing vampire. But as his feet came closer, his hunger for her blood almost a tangible presence, Arai would put on a spurt of speed to pull ahead. He played with her now, enjoying the chase, and Arai knew her running only incensed him. But to run, to keep hope for her life, she had to stay ahead. Arai would not give up.
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Post by Jasper on Feb 28, 2008 11:16:29 GMT -5
Jasper raced behind Arai, with every bounce of her feet on the ground her hair bounced, unloading her thick scent downwind to Jasper. He kept running, clearing his head. No longer thinking of his sweet Diorah or anything else. Not survival, not the days that he and the lycan in front of him had spent together, only of what he needed of her. The fight that she put up would make the blood taste so much better, laced with victory instead of sexuality. He desperately needed that flavor. The power of dominance drove him on kept him going like a trained warrior on the battlefield he honed in on his prey and refused to be distracted. Meanwhile Dr. Pettenati shuffled down the stairs, guiding his hand on the worn wooden railing. The downstairs was awfully quiet. The daylight was growing ever closer he began to get worried. "Jas?" he called, "...Arai?" He was sure he would've heard them talking or some indication of their being here. That's strange... he thought. He pulled his glasses out of the pocket of his robe, quickly wiped them off and stuck them on the low bridge of his nose. He backed up to the base of the stairs and looked up. The door to the attic was ajar and from this angle he could see the moonlight streaming in through the open door. He cursed and began to move quickly. Jasper always hunted alone and the only thing he could think of was him having chased Arai down. He had to get there before something bad happened. He could be anywhere, his mind protested. The doctor shoved that thought from his mind and grabbed the tranquilizer gun and the keys to his mint condition 1950's sleek, black jalopy.
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