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Post by Sara on Nov 6, 2007 5:00:22 GMT -5
Sara waited as he pondered over things. She was in no mood to force him to answer her, that was more over his place. She sat there quietly, perhaps quieter then a mouse, and let him ramble on about god, “That may be your god,” she groaned, “But it is not mine.”
She was reluctant to what he said about Halloween however, the Day of the Dead. She was neither living or dead, so why should the day pose a threat to her. Her really threat was survival, if it failed she’d die. That was it. End of story. Bye Bye. She remained quiet again, letting time slowly pass, and let him think about what he said, before she continued.
“Vampires are neither living nor dead. Halloween is just a day like any other, that really passes once a year. If my time is then we shall see, I can not foresee things,” she lied. She had, had visions of the future, however she was also disinclined to speak of such things. It was unnatural for vampires to have such qualities. More of a reason she tended not to flaunt it about. Unless she was in need of it terribly.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 6, 2007 9:47:00 GMT -5
Well she hadn’t really answered his question that fully. That was distressing. Cameron was becoming a little bit irritated because he wasn’t getting the answers that he desired. However, he was not one to show his frustration or vent it out on anyone either. No, he bottled his anger and stored it and didn’t release it until he was in combat or in another place that he would be required to use it. He still had a good idea that if they were going to attack, they were going to attack on Halloween. That was the night all the weird physco people came out. All the sadists and all of the “warlocks” If something was going to happen, if vampires were going to come out of hiding, that was going to be the night, “Well that whole immortality business is getting old. I have killed enough of you to know that you are not immortal.” Cameron said calmly as he looked at Sara, “So if we have nothing else to discuss, we are done here.”
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Post by Sara on Nov 9, 2007 5:00:52 GMT -5
Sara listened to him, talk about immortality, “We are immortal until we are killed,” she said quietly, almost mumbling it under her breath. Her eyes strayed to a corner in the room, as she felt agitation rise in the air. Whatever he had wanted, she had truly not given to him. In a way she had given him a lot of information, he just had to know how to read it.
“I should alert you… before you leave. Some creature is hunting me. One of your men has seen it with his own eyes. If you do not believe me, I believe you should ask Mr Smith,” her eyes twitched eagerly back to him, to see if it awoke him into curiosity. In fact she was being hunted by some creation of the devil possessed with power like all.
“And… I suppose we are done,” she said once again, a little sarcasm added to her voice, “You can go plan how to kill me now,” she smirked, “Oh… and while your at it, take all I have said into account, it may be more useful then it seems it may be at this moment.”
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 9, 2007 17:06:24 GMT -5
Cameron looked at Sara. " I am not going to kill you, but you are not going to leave this place until all of this is over. You will be placed in a room that has about six feet steel walls, much like this one. There will be nothing but a bed for you in there. Should you get rowdy, then we will open a skylight and let in the sun. The Skylight is made with reinforced bulletproof glass." Cameron said calmly and then opened the door slowly. "Have a good night." Cameron said calmly, "Oh, and we will bring you some dinner." He said and then slipped out and closed the door.
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Post by Sara on Nov 10, 2007 4:36:16 GMT -5
Typical.
Typical humans. They all needed a bullet sometimes. Not one to the head, but to another limb to numb them for a bit, so thy could realise how notorious they were being. She attempted to sit back in the chair, but remembered she was still cuffed to the table. Piece of junk! She’d get out of that no worries.
However, the thought of being placed in a room, with sunlight kind of deterred her from doing anything stupid. She really did not want to see the sun, not yet. She used to hate it, and now she hated it even more. She watched him leave, and when he did she stood up and yanked the cuffs so the chain in between them snapped, giving her hands the freedom to move. She sat back down, and starred aimlessly at a wall.
So, she was doomed to stay here, unless she was rescued, died or was used for some evil experiment. She couldn’t stay quiet though, that drove her insane. She hated silence. So, once against she started singing, loudly. She wasn’t a bad singer, but it was a good way to pass time.
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