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Post by Namir Black on Oct 13, 2007 20:37:02 GMT -5
It was the three year anniversary of Namir's parent's and twin's death, October 13th. All she could think about was going back home, she didn't have the heart to sell the place, even after she was sent away to Argentina. All of her memories were there, and it still smelled like them. Her once rancid teenaged brothers room was now like a sanctuary, tears welled up in her eyes every time that stepped into Soren's room. Remembering the wailing of his guitar, and the voices ringing out downstairs of their father to "turn that garbage down." How he loved to aggravate him, they were always such rebels, she never understood how their parents didn't go crazy. She quietly strolled down the street that she grew up on, passing neighbors she hadn't seen in years, they greeted her happily, a chorus of voices in Italian ringing out as she passed. Namir couldn't help but notice, she could see the pity in their eyes, their thought waves gave off the pang of remembrance and surprise, and some spikes of distaste hit her. The Black family was looked down upon by some, even now, their children were bad influences, even though those who really knew us would beg to differ. Namir walked up the steps to their brick duplex covered in ivy and slid the key in, pausing to take a breath. She entered, the mahogany furniture worn and elegant, against the hunter green and golden walls the hardwood mahogany floors creaked slightly beneath her boots. Namir walked over to her father's easy chair and turned on a lamp that spilled its golden light into the house, she could still smell the cherry tobacco that her dad packed his pipe with. Up the stairs she bounded, she had to get up there. Namir padded down the hall way, her fingers tracing the wall until she arrived at the third door on the left, Soren's room. She gently opened it, and she smelled the hint of his favorite colonge, and something else that tickled her nose, she knew it, he had been smoking pot. She crossed the room to the bed covered in black sheets and a cushy comforter strewn with guitar picks, she plopped down on her belly, her hair billowing out on one of the pillows. She was finally home... she started to get sleepy, and finally the sleepy haze took her under..
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Post by Auron on Oct 14, 2007 0:38:41 GMT -5
Auron ducked out of an alley,checking over his shoulder to make sure no one had seen him. Twenty minutes earlier he had abducted a middle aged woman and sucked out her blood;with his hunger satiated, he set out on his real expedition, to find Namir Black. He knew what today was, it was the anniversary of her family's death, he knew she came back to her home every year, he'd stayed with her here before he'd changed. Auron knew her routine of this year every October 13th, she would go back and live in her family's home for a few days, then emerging again to go off into the world on yet another of her half baked schemes. His steps thudded on a familiar street, it was twilight now, so the streets were bare. Auron went up to the door step, and tried the handle. Bingo. It was open, silently he slipped in, the familiar flowery smell of cherry blossoms that belonged to Namir intermingled with something new, he couldn't quite pick out what it was...but it wasn't her normal smell, it was something permanent. The shadow of an intruder stretched out on those familiar scratched floors, like the thin skeleton of the grim reaper, coming to collect. Namir was rightfully his, and he was back for her, she had slipped out of his grasp, and now she was to be his again. Silently, he ascended the stairs, he opened the door to her room first, the walls covered in posters of El Che and bands, the ceiling covered with an English flag, the smell wasn't as strong in here, he listened harder, he heard the familiar playing of Soren's band, The Shins, it was a song he wrote for her, "Butterfly's Lullaby." A bitter smile twisted into his features, and he slunk into the room silently, with the ease of a ninja. Auron's pale pallid skin reflected a sick green tinge by the light of Soren's stereo, he looked over onto the mattress, Namir's chest was rising in falling in the rhythm of sleep. He leaned against the wall, he'd found what he'd been looking for for so long. He'd been stalking Namir ever since she'd left him months before, he was always five steps behind, and she was tricky to keep up with, he knew about her new boyfriend, and her protector, he also knew that more than likely she didn't tell them where she was going. This practice of hers was secret, she never liked to talk about it, he knew her all too well. But really, should it have been this easy to obtain his obsession? All there was now to do was to wait for her to awake.
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 14, 2007 10:35:01 GMT -5
Namir was running down the hallway of her house, she skidded around the corner and bounded playfully down the stairs. Soren was running behind her at the same speed, she could hear his heavy breathing and chuckles as he ran. Namir reached out her hand to block the stairway so he couldn't get around her, but Soren ducked under, and flew down the steps before her, racing into the kitchen. Suddenly the scene around them began to bubble, the walls began to melt and the paint slid away like the heated wax of a candle seeping down the candle's sides. The scene turned into a field, she'd seen this field before, and a particular air about it made her uneasy. "Soren, maybe we should go back.." her running slowed, but Soren kept running at the same speed. "Come on, Namir! Don't be a p*ssy," he replied playfully dismissing her warning. There was a white marble building in the corner, and dark erect squares showed themselves in the ground. Soren kept running, and Namir found out the reason shockingly why she felt uneasy, she quickened her pace. "Soren! No!!" her hand flew out. Soren was running into an open rectangular plot that was deep into the ground, three more beside of it. Just before she reached him, he fell in. Namir ran up, "Soren!" she looked into the hole, there was his casket, with the flowers that she herself put on it, and the lyrics to her song, along with a small painting that she had done for him, laying on top. She knelt at the edge, tears streaming down her face. Namir looked up, and saw a figure leaning on a grave stone with a shovel over his shoulder, he tapped it. "Its your turn, sweetheart. Its your turn to join them." The pointed teeth of the man gleamed down at her, and the long stringy black hair was a give away, the cold demonic voice chilled her, Auron had come back for her. **** Namir's eyes flew open, she pulled her leg up to her chest and drew out a long carbon steel hunting knife from its sheath on her ankle strap, concealing it among the black sheets. She smelled him, she groped the darkness for his shape, she whipped her body around quickly. Auron's thin shape was leaning cockily against the wall. He had infected her most sacred sanctuary, he was a demon in the angel's loft, almost literally. "What are you doing here? How'd you get in?" her voice growled harshly at the unwelcome figure, her grey eyes narrowed to slits that once looked upon her former beloved with such caring adornment. Her heart was hardened against him, and her muscles taughtened with intensity, and in the background she could hear the caresses of her brothers voice from the stereo.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Oct 14, 2007 10:47:17 GMT -5
Not another one of the foul creatures! Rickter paused as he bent towards the girl in his arms. He grinned and let go of her. Eating could wait until after he had discovered why the wolf was in his city!
"You're a lucky girl," he said in a mocking voice as he left his victim still alive and unharmed on the floor. He sighed, she looked so tasty. He tore his mind away from her and took a great leap onto the nearest rooftop. The smell got stronger as he breathed in the fresh air.
He was standing down wind of it which was good. She, yes it smelt like a she, wouldn't be able to smell him. He followed the scent of the she-wolf across a few streets and came to a halt when he smelt it below him.
He looked downwards at the roof he was flying above and landed, he stepped off the edge and walked through the open door into the house. Another being was here also. He smiled. Even more fun.
He stopped at a doorway as he heard the wolfs voice. He smiled, but he waited.
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Post by Auron on Oct 14, 2007 11:07:16 GMT -5
Auron chuckled. He had infected her dreams, he could do that, he couldn't read her thoughts, but he could slip thoughts into her mind, making her think she thought them. Often he would make them torturous just to see her squirm. "Did you enjoy your dream, mi querida?" his deep voice purred, lovingly with a spin of the evil that burrowed inside him and made him what he was. "What am I doing here? You mean you didn't miss me?" he chuckled more evil this time, and came over to stroke the dark curly locks of her soft hair. "I'm here to take you home with me, your place isn't out there with your pack. Its at home with me. You're mine." The last of his words came out as a snarl, and his eyes glowed slightly burgundy and black now, the demon was coming through, taking over.
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 14, 2007 11:31:02 GMT -5
Namir glowered from her place on the bed, ready to leap at his throat if needed. She tried to penetrate his mind like he had hers, she could feel the waves of anger, she could feel the demon in side him taking over now. She cursed to herself, this wasn't good, Auron couldn't be controlled even by her when it took him over, his rage was unstoppable. "I'm no longer yours, Auron." she grimly said as he stroked her, how she once loved to be touched even slightly by his calloused, strong hands. "I'm not going anywhere. I belong to the pack, to Jarrod, we are no longer a family. You forced me to leave with that murderous rage that you possess. Maybe you should find someone of your kind to be with." Namir tried to be patient, but confident and protective at the same time, his sadistic chuckles raised the hair on the back of her neck and heightened her senses. Namir couldn't afford to let him lose control.
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Post by Mikel on Oct 14, 2007 11:56:53 GMT -5
It shouldn’t have been to surprising to find Mikel standing behind Ricktor, his hand very casually placed on his silver crested cane. Mikel, contrary to his regular attire was wearing a black suite, all black. Mikel did things completely. If he were going to wear a white suite, then it would be all white, his shoes included. If he were going to wear a black suite like the one her currently wore, then it would be all black. Mikel’s light brown hair was in a perfect ponytail, not a single strand misplaced. From the outside Mikel looked like an unsuitable warrior, well so be it. Mikel was here because Namir was. He had met with her before and several informants had told him that she would be here. Money buys friends and people and money was how he found his spies. Mikel knew of Namir’s family and he tradition to return to this place. “You know,” Mikel said smoothly from behind Ricktor, “I wouldn’t believe her to be welcoming either one of your presence here.” Mikel continued and took several steps forward, brushing by Ricktor as if he didn’t even exist, Mikel’s should lightly grazing Ricktor’s as he passed. Then Mikel stood before Ricktor and Auron and looked at the both of them very calmly, “So, if you would please, oblige this woman and….leave.” Mikel said very casually.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Oct 14, 2007 13:18:16 GMT -5
Rickter was slightly taken aback by his senses betraying him. He should've known that the Lycan was behind him. Oh well, it hadn't been fatal to him. Not this time anyway. His instincts told him to attack. But he wouldn't.
He slowly started to take a step forwards, stopping mid stride after thinking better. "I do not wish her harm," Rickter bowed his head keeping all of them in his vision. "I just want peace in my city, and to obtain that I require you all to leave. I am sorry, if this brings inconvenience but it is for the best of both our species."
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 14, 2007 13:25:48 GMT -5
Namir knew Rickter all to well, she knew how he had the love for the sweet nectar of human's blood. After all, he'd almost taken hers one time, but Pete beat him to it, turning her into what she is today. Anger stiffened in her bones. "I'm not leaving," she said with utter defiance. "What business have you here Rickter? Its a private residence. This is my home. All I request is a couple of days here, no humans will be harmed, I'll feed on the countryside on wild game." She attempted to shrink back from the hand that was on her head, when he touched her, her flesh crawled. "If you take heed of Mikel's warning no vampires will be harmed either," it was too late, Namir's sanctuary had been infiltrated with those who were unwelcome, she was beyond upset, beyond anger, the fire of hatred roared inside her chest. These fiends had to be removed from her house, alive or dead, or she herself would die trying.
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Post by Auron on Oct 14, 2007 13:35:37 GMT -5
Auron's senses heightened, he knew he had smelt the musk of another lycan other than that of Namir. His grasp tensed on her hair threateningly. Don't even think of moving, you little very *friendly* person, or it will be your life. he fed this thought into her mind, along with the visual of what he would do to her if he caught back up with her after her escape. Auron stared out at the two figures, they had spoiled his fun, he could have ravished her in some fraction of solitude, his body ached to spread the parasite that was the demon. He knew this couldn't be easy, someone was going to wind up in the middle. Knowing that Namir was a fighter, and wouldn't go easy would make it hard enough, but now he had to take on a pretty boy and a vampire, oh joy. In the back of his mind he wondered if the fellow creature of darkness would be on his side, but decided not to use his powers against him just yet. "I don't appreciate you crashing my party, dog," he said reaching over to wrap his long spider like fingers tightly around the soft flesh of Namir's upper arm, his nails scratching her. "Maybe both of you should just leave and there won't be a problem." He jerked Namir up off the bed with his inhuman strength, not giving her even a second to react. They'd made him worse, the parasite had been provoked. Auron glared out at the company solidly from under his sallow face and greasy dark hair that hung in strings around his face through his black eyes.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Oct 14, 2007 15:17:06 GMT -5
"I was here purely to see why you were," Rickter said wary of the demon in the room. Both wolves weren't strong enough to defeat him if they attacked. "And to ask you to leave, I shall grant your wish of a few days, and shall make sure none of my soldiers attack you. If you like I shall even have some protect you," he nodded his head towards Auron.
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 14, 2007 16:51:15 GMT -5
"Thank you, Rickter for being understanding," she managed to get out through her bared teeth. "It seems as if I'll need all of the help I can get." Namir stared darkly up at Auron who was fixated on Mikel and Rickter. Quickly, using her strength against his, fresh from feeding on a cougar, ripped her arm out of his grasp, leaving it bleeding in four gashes from his dagger like nails. She pulled out the hunting knife and stabbed him in the thigh twice. Namir turned boldly to face her assailant, who was now her enemy rather than her husband.
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Post by Auron on Oct 14, 2007 17:45:42 GMT -5
Auron looked down at the blood slowly seeping from his leg, amused maybe, by Namirs daring. Or stupidity. After all this time, she had entertained the idea of using such a puny knife aginst him. She should know better. He felt nothing, except the tickling in the back of his mind. That parasite rising at the assualt, silently urging him to start killing everyone there, and supplying rather engenious ways of doing so. But he fought that. He was good at killing, at causing pain, but the complications of doing so now would be bothersome. Instead he took one of the parasites more gruesome images and projected it into Namir. That was the only other warning she was going to get tonight. "That was very very naughty of you..." He hissed, razor teeth clenched in restrained fury, not pain. He meant it for Namir, but his crimson eyes shifted lazily over to Rickter and Mikel, daring them to make a move.
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Post by Pete on Oct 14, 2007 18:09:44 GMT -5
Crap... He was late. He and Namir shared the same gift of getting themselves into trouble. And he was late. Who knows what she could have gotten herself into. The dark night covering his movements as he dashed from rooftop to rooftop. He had to make this stealthy, Richter would not be happy if he knew Pete had once again infiltrated his city. He ran through the dark city, the occasional moonbeam illuminating his dark figure, the rain already soaking his hoodie. He searched the night air for her scent, the scent of a werewolf amoung humans. He stopped, perched on a roof like a gargoyle, about four houses away from the Black home. He smelled a lycan alright... lycans to be exact. He also detected the sickly sweet scent of the living dead... a vampire. And something else... something evil. Trouble. The sentinel dissapeared from the roof, reappearing by the front door of the house. He silently crept through the house, the voices upstairs masking his steps. He his in the shadows just outside the door, assesing the situation. Four were in the room. Namir and another lycan, a vampire, and something else... something that reeked of hatred and fury. Why do I know there's going to be a fight? Oh yeah... there's always a fight...
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 14, 2007 18:45:22 GMT -5
Namir twisted her knife and wrenched it into his thigh before pushing it in and yanking it out. His crimson blood dripped off the knife and onto the floor. She searched his thoughts, she cursed herself, she'd enraged the demon, she'd had a chance before, but now, they were decreased. Maybe her new strength and speed would give her the advantage, or so she hoped. Readily she grabbed another butterfly knife out of her ankle strap and held it readily in her right hand. She caught the smell, a smug smile wove its self into her expression, Pete was here. In the back of her mind she'd hoped to take care of it herself, but she didn't know how much she could handle, and who was on who's side. Don't think you'll be taking me so easy, love. she projected to Auron, The fight hasn't even begun yet, and there's no way that I'm letting you take me down, you might as well take me to the grave trying. I'd rather die having failed than live by your side.
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