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Post by Mikaela on Sept 14, 2007 13:01:39 GMT -5
Mikaela lay on her somewhat dull bed. Her vacant blue grey eyes stared listlessly at the peeling plaster of her bedroom ceiling, her black brown hair splayed about her head. A car drove past, the headlights picking out the plain, mostly empty shelves adorning her walls. A vague, half heard song thumped through the room, making the floor vibrate ever so slightly and the smell of chicken wafted through the air, only slightly debased by the smell of mildew and damp.
"Mikaela!! Kaitlyn!! Dinner!" A worn male voice shouted. Mikaela pulled herself upright slowly, shuffling out of her room with her hands stuffed into the pocket at the front of her hoodie. Her listless gaze swept over the cheery, magnolia coloured corridor and the bare floorboards leading to the stairs. Downstairs the decor was much the same, but the theme cut off once she entered the kitchen.
With a smile far more cheerful than she felt she accepted a bowl of chicken, or at least something which looked like that, murmured her thanks and sat at the kitchen table. In a moment her sister bounced into the room, an iPod at her hip, the headphones jammed into her ears. Her head was bopping up and down in time to music so loud everyone else in the room could hear it clearly. She grabbed a bowl and shouted "Thanks!!" at the top of her voice.
As she took her seat next to Mikaela, Mikaela took the oppurtunity to pull the headphones out of the iPod. "Hey!!" "Not everyone likes that stuff you know," "You're going to be late,"
Mikaela started, glancing at the clock. "You're kidding me..." She leapt up, grabbing her rucksack, which stood by the front door and unbolting the door. "Why do you have to work the graveyard shift?" Kaitlyn asked, playing with her curry. Mikaela stared at her in bewilderment. Finally deciding that laughter would be best at the moment, she broke into peals of it and let herself out.
The moment she left the shelter of her home, the wind cut into her like swords of ice. Mikaela shivered into her jumper, slapping her cheeks lightly to speed up the circulation. That done, she hitched her rucksack higher onto her shoulder and set off into the dark streets.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Sept 14, 2007 15:10:08 GMT -5
Rickter let out a low voiced cackle as he dropped his victim. Her neck had been pierced by his daggers and he smiled at the site. She was dead. Just like the one last night, and the night before. His raven black hair fell down below his shoulders as he stood up, he made a move that looked like a head-bang to get it behind him and then sheathed his dagger.
Looking to the sky his cloak started to spread out behind him, his wings lifted him into the air, out of site so it looked as if he hadn't got them. He smiled smugly as he sited another victim. An adult. Only just though. He flew closer silently sniffing the air. Nineteen, young enough to be turned into an efficient warrior.
Both his daggers were in his hands in moments, he dropped to the ground in front of the girl and smiled. He stepped towards her rapidly and aimed to cut both her arms with his two daggers.
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Post by Mikaela on Sept 14, 2007 15:17:41 GMT -5
Mikaela started, jumping back, her warm eyes growing even larger. It did not take a genius to know that the being which had just dropped from the sky was a vampire. Her gaze flickered between his daggers and mouth, and she brushed her fringe from her eyes with one hand. Almost cautiously, she began backing away, looking around her for something, anything, to defend herself with. It was a near impossible task, as she was trying to watch him all the time too.
Through some feat of luck she spotted a stout metal pole. Reaching for it, she looked away from the impossing vampire, her gaze wandering for no more than a few seconds.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Sept 14, 2007 15:36:02 GMT -5
Rickter vanished before Mikeala had the chance to touch the pole, he reappeared behind her and pushed her forwards. His bared his teeth at the sudden smell of blood, stepping closer he attempted to cut a small slice along her neck.
This was his preferred method of drinking, it made him different from the other vampires to drink from an inflicted wound rather than straight from the neck. He looked at the girl again, "do you want to live?" he said in his cold voice.
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Post by Mikaela on Sept 14, 2007 16:31:19 GMT -5
Mikaela stared at the vampire wide eyed, her rose bud lips slightly parted. Suddenly, an image of Kaitlyn flashed into her mind. The bubbly fifteen year old was bent over a drawing, chewing her pencil and glaring at the paper, her nose scrunched. It was something that had happened less than two hours ago, but suddenly that time seemed infinately long to Mikaela. She gulped, drawing a shaky breath. "Yes..."
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Sept 15, 2007 5:41:37 GMT -5
"Good!" He approached her once more taking hold of her shoulder once more. His dagger slipped across her neck leaving a small wound. He sank his teeth into it before the human had a chance to react. He drank for a long time, he drank until there was barely enough blood to keep her conscious.
He stepped away letting her slip to the ground, "now drink!" he commanded holding out his own arm. The scars of the many before her were tiny specs of white clearer than the rest of his pale skin.
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Post by Mikaela on Sept 15, 2007 5:49:19 GMT -5
Trembling ever so slightly, Mikaela sunk her teeth into the vampire's arm. The acrid, metalic taste of blood overwhelmed her tastebuds as the thick liquid seeped down her throat. Fatigue washed over her as she drank, burning at the back of her eyes. She pulled away slowly, wiping the blood from her mouth and chin with one of the dull green sleeves of her jumper.
She let her eyes shut and fell back against a wall. But Mikaela would not let herself sleep, she had more self control than that. Concealing a yawn, she opened her faded blue eyes again. "Who... what... how... Why?" she finally uttered, her voice stumbling and her brow furrowed with confusion.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Sept 15, 2007 11:59:44 GMT -5
He watched as her teeth dug into his arm. The pain was soothing to his mind. He missed Julie ever so much. But he would need a hybrid. He didn't know where to find one. So he was waiting for one to show itself. He sighed, then noticed that the girl had taken her teeth out of him.
"Who? Rickter, Lord of the Lemure clan, why because I said so, what and how can be answered by reading a book or something," he stepped a pace backwards. "Follow me," he said. He'd be going back to the base early tonight, to show this girl where it was.
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Post by Mikaela on Sept 15, 2007 12:06:45 GMT -5
Mikaela pushed herself from the wall carefully, stumbling at first but then catching herself. She followed the departing vampire - Rickter - slowly, her steps almost hesitant. The image of her sister flashed through her mind again, a thought brought on by it. I wish I'd gotten to eat some of that chicken stuff tonight... "I won't get to go home anymore, will I?"
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Sept 16, 2007 14:28:38 GMT -5
"You will, once you are trained," he replied without hesitating. "But until then you won't be aloud. You may find you don't want to shortly. I did," he knelt down to a drain cover and pulled on it. It came away slowly and he pushed the new vampire down the hole. He dropped himself into it, claok billowing out behind him. His wings being visible for a few seconds.
Then the cover was on and darkness consumed them. Rickter could see perfectly, he waited though. Mikeala may have to wait a few minutes.
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Post by Mikaela on Sept 16, 2007 15:16:46 GMT -5
Mikaela stumbled in the darkness, the rancid stench of the sewer washing over her. "Loverly," she mumbled, scrubbing her cheek with one sleeve. It was only after she had done that that she realised it was the sleeve she had used to wipe the blood from her face. "Double loverly..."
Slowly, her somewhat confused gaze adjusted to the darkness. To her left stood a dark figure, whom she assumed was Rickter. Next to appear to her were the details of their surroundings. The folds of the metal walls, the thick, rusted bolts holding them in place,and the many gouges in that selfsame metal work. It was not was not a brilliantly cared for place, but the chill of the street above did not linger here, at least. "Just wondering, but where are we going?"
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Sept 17, 2007 4:29:22 GMT -5
"My base," he was floating above the muck of the sewers, something mikeala wouldn't be able to do for ages. He smiled. "This way," he glided forwards for two hundred yards before turning and walking through what looked like a solid part of the wall. Mortals were killed if they tried to do this. It was why his base was safe.
He let himself drop to the ground. He was in a room made from stone, as was the rest of his base. He stepped forwards and opened the door, it led onto the main room. He stepped out of it not checking if Mikeala was following.
(It might be best if you replied in the topic "main hall" in my clans base.)
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