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Post by Charon Nachtweber on Dec 3, 2014 23:14:59 GMT -8
The killer lounged across Taylor's dorm bed, thumbing idly through her diary. There was so much written, and yet so little was actually real. Mr. White, as he liked to be called, had no claim on reality himself. Had he not only mere hours earlier awoken from his daily sleep with a confusion of noise that he could see and taste? Leftover sensations of a regrettable time spent in a drug den some forty years ago. To feed off a human who was inebriated was frowned upon. The drugs they used were designed for human metabolisms, human brains, human senses. A vampire or Nosferatu who drank from such a stupefied individual could find themselves (to use the human vernacular) going on a trip years afterward. Some desired that and sought it out. Some stumbled their way into it. Whatever the reasons he had once held, Mr. White had done the thing and still suffered for the intense meal he had once had.
I could taste his heartbeat and hear the thoughts he was thinking and he felt the emotions and the colors my God the colors
The killer had blanked into thought, slipping again into an inhuman trance as he considered the past. Slowly, he resurfaced. What would happen today, tomorrow, and the next day was more important than the yesterday experiments. How would he torment this human? Simple. He flipped to the diary page he had received his initial information from. Daniel...Daniel was dead.
With blood, the killer annotated some new words to the page as a message for the girl.
"He died and you did nothing."
It was a simple message, but hopefully powerful. Shocks of regret may yet break her when she realizes that his death was her fault. Idly, the killer removed himself from the empty dorm and returned to his station, hiding once again.
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Post by Taylor Pierce on Mar 18, 2015 15:30:47 GMT -8
She couldn't go outside, the snow falling made that an impossibility at this point. Taylor couldn't think..she could hardly even breath..
Oh, Merlin, Daniel... She sucked in a staggered breath. Daniel, please, I need you...Merlin, please,,,
She pulled her arms around her middle tighter, her mind going over and over the scene in her head. His eyes, those beautiful incredible eyes. The sheer shock in his eyes, the kind that he had helped her come down from so many times, and there was nothing she could do to help him. She wouldn't be able to watch him in the halls laughing, chatting with his mates. She wouldn't be able to sneak glances at him in class and pass those silly notes that the teachers never seem to catch.
She heard the tap in the girl's loo turn on and it reminded her of the drip of blood she saw coming off Daniel's hand and she was thankful she was near her room. The few remaining students were used to Taylor coming in like this so none of them paid her any mind. She slammed the door behind her, leaning back against it before she sank to the ground in tears. She couldn't imagine not having Daniel around.
"What am I going to do?" She asked herself, a little over half an hour later, her eyes red and finally dry. She got up, her legs shaking from sitting for so long. She had noticed it earlier, the sense that something was off; she had attributed that to what had happened with Daniel, that was until she took a look around her room. It felt off, for someone like Taylor, her room was always a particular way and if it wasn't she knew. Her bed wasn't neat, the way she had always smoothed it out before she left for the day, in fact it was crinkled as though someone had been laying in it. Her journal, also tossed haphazard on the bed...She turned in a circle, someone was in her room. Daniel was the only on that was allowed in here. She picked up her journal, someone had messed with the pages. She turned to the last page, her eyes fixed on the script of the page. He died and you did nothing was written on the page.
She couldn't do this, couldn't be in this room, too many memories surrounded her in here. She slammed her door as she headed back out the way she had come. The forest, I need to get to the forest. She thought to herself and that is exactly where her feet took her. |
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Post by Charon Nachtweber on Mar 18, 2015 15:31:22 GMT -8
The cool, dark glade within the forest wasn't an ideal hiding place. It was more a reminder of home if it were anything at all. The sun was rare here and the things that lived in this forest avoided it like the plague. Indeed, the centaurs whispered that it was cursed because of a unicorn's murder so many years ago. Charon was amused by this idea. If killing unicorns made a place cursed, then he certainly had cursed many places, hadn't he? Oh yes he had.
Apart from his magnificent self, the only other beings to enter this domain of darkness were thestrals. They paid him no mind and he afforded them the same respect. Vampires and thestrals had a cordial relationship, considering their connection with death. He was drowsy and satiated for the moment. Like a giant snake, he basked in the cool of the undergrowth, content to wait for the sun to dip lower until he could hunt again.
But what was this? A crashing through the undergrowth caught his sensitive ears. Someone was coming, and they were crying. The girl? The girl. She was panicked. Good...A smile spread across the killer's face. He wasn't dressed for the occasion, but he could still torture her. His white hunting outfit was hidden away in the castle, but he could be just an audible voice, now couldn't he?
He waited for her to draw nearer to his hiding place. When she was within earshot, he whispered the fatal words once more to her.
"He died...you did nothing...." |
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Post by Taylor Pierce on Mar 18, 2015 15:32:31 GMT -8
Taylor could hardly breath by the time she entered the forest's underbrush. She wasn't sure why she had come her, she wasn't really even sure what she was going to do out here now. She slowed her pace so that her legs didn't give out on her, as they were likely to do since she hardly participated in the exercises that they claimed helped. She paused by a tree, resting her arm against the bark. The rough texture of the bark caused her to swallow back the urge to scrap her arm against it, to release the pain, much like she had done with the mirror so many years ago.
She dug her nails into her palms, digging in deeper because of the pain that she felt, she was near to drawing the red liquid the flowed just below her skin. She had told Daniel so many times that she could not live in a world where he was not with her. She couldn't live without her best friend, she needed him too much.
A whisper caught her attention and she was pulled out of the depths of her thoughts. She shook her head, muttering "No, you don't get to do this now." She couldn't catch a break, could she? It was always going to be this way. She had dealt with this crap for too long now, she didn't want to do it anymore. "Just get out! Get out of my head and leave me alone. I don't want to listen to you anymore, just go away." |
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Post by Charon Nachtweber on Mar 18, 2015 15:33:01 GMT -8
Not crying...he had been wrong. But, was he not an old thing? Was he not inhuman? Their small lives and small emotions didn't bother him a whit. Their value was in the amusement they gave him. Here was a girl fraught with possibility. He would kill again, assuredly. Here was his little insane herald. She didn't want to hear him, didn't want to be near him. Very well...he would give her one more parting shot before leaving her to her insanity.
"Oh you don't want to...but will you be able to help yourself when another dies? Will you come to the shadows of your mind begging for help so that you could do something before the next one dies? After all...you did nothing when you could have kept him alive. Will you also do nothing...next time?"
He did no more than whisper. Being flushed from hiding at this moment could be fatal, and he would not risk being found for an entire orphanage of blood. Why did he insist on torturing her? His insanity drove him to it, probably. |
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