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| New character: Victoria Renolds. |
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 Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 5:29 pm
((Ironically, I've been told I give good massages around the shoulder-neck area, just because I know how to focus power onto the tip of the bone in my thumb to get a very precise...er...pressure?))
"Then I shall continue," Val replied whilst carefully; cautiosly slinking his head lower and lower, all in the while stroking his fingers back and forth along certain points along Cherie's neck, taming each tension as he ran across them.
By this time, Cherie could probably feel his own breath on her neck, but it was too late for any sort of hesitation. Remaining as calm as possible, he, almost entirely inadvertantly, opened up the jaw that has been feared for so long by many others. "And thus, I give life to you and take out that which ails you," was his final thought before he gently slid the two needles for fangs into the vital stream of crimson that belonged to his charge. "Forgive me if this pains you, but you may remember none of this whenever you recover, just know that you have been given a chance now to become who you want to; who you aspire to be. I have opened the gate of opportunity to you, and now it is your time to decide what it is you want." Val's message, sent through telepathy from the bite, would possibly be the last thing that Cherie would remember about this night, but it did not matter to him at all. He had performed the task that he had assigned himself, and this would possibly be the last time he'd have to meet Cherie. The thoughts of loneliness removed from her mind, and transferred to Val himself, she could possibly recover a life of her own whenever she would awake from this bite.
Slowly removing his fangs, which clotted the punctures after they left the skin, Valiant thought of what kind of affects that this person would have. Each had a different way of reacting, though all of them had something to feel better about moments later. "Forgive me Cherie..." he commented lowly, dipping his head a fair distance in shame.
((From this point, I'd say just think of your own affects to your chararacter, just based off of what happens in my profile.))
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 6:35 pm
((Reading a book it is. xD Also, I shall assume he was gentlemanly and carried her up to her room. ))
It was the worst headache of her life. Cherie groaned and clutched her forehead, screwing up her face at the throbbing pain. Her back felt fine, however, and so did the rest of her body. In fact, if she thought about it, she felt great. Apart from the headache.
What a strange dream, though... Her eyes were still closed, and she laid her hand across her forehead, cursing the pain. From what she could remember, she had been walking, walking... walking in a shroud of poison. People she touched drew away in repulsion, and those who willingly touched her only did so with violence, or used her poison for their gain. It was scary, and she didn't want to think about it, but it kept coming back at her.
Her heart ached just a little when she remembered another fragment of the dream. Three babies were attached to her by their umbilical cords throughout her journey. She had dragged them along, leaving bloodstains marking her path, and the people she met just laughed and pointed, or turned their backs on her. Why am I still feeling guilty about them? I... It was my choice, wasn't it? She turned violently on the bed, pushing her face into her pillow. A few tears slipped out and into the fabric.
"Forgive me if this pains you, but you may remember none of this whenever you recover, just know that you have been given a chance now to become who you want to; who you aspire to be. I have opened the gate of opportunity to you, and now it is your time to decide what it is you want." That voice! That deep, masculine voice. It fit somehow into this madness, but she could not for the life of her remember how, or why, or where. It floated everywhere in the dream, different parts of the sentence coming back to her at different times. It wasn't Kyle's voice, though, that much she knew.
Dammit all. What time is it? It's still dark... Why am I awake? Cherie propped herself up slowly using her elbows. Easing her legs out, she swung them over the side of the bed. They made contact with something warm. Startled, she gave a little cry and scrambled to the other side of the bed, almost falling over. Her eyes had been adjusting and now she saw the silhouette of a man beside her bed, sitting on a stool, reading a book.
She could do nothing but stare; her voice just wouldn't work.
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 6:51 pm
((You set this up perfectly >_>))
"Oh...you're awake," Val commented, only turning his head to the side to look into Cherie. He remained still otherwise, still holding his book open. "How are you feeling? That was quite a fall you had there earlier. No wonder you got knocked out. You remember what happened?"
Val seemed keen on how to react in this sort of situation, only thinking of different ways of how to approach what had happened. He didnt want her knowing exactly what happened because the girl would probably faint...or worse. He could already see the fear in her eyes...but that was still the only thing that he could see within them. "No...there's...still nothing in them except what she is feeling now. The bite...it didn't work at all...but...how? Is she so fallen into this black hole that there is no point of return at all? There must be something I've got to do first...or...maybe I'll have to...No! I can't do that. She'd be even more broken than she is now. I must not get to know her further..." is what he thought to himself, trying to formulate a plan, though it seemed to be failing. "I keep telling myself to not get too close to her emotionally, but now...she's almost drawing me in. The vacuum that her eyes hold; they can befall any fiend, no matter the strength."
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 7:20 pm
((Well, you did tell me what you had planned, sorta... =P ))
Cherie continued staring at him, wide-eyed, taking in what he said. "I...I fell?" That would explain the headache, though... Subconsciously, she moved her hand to her forehead, though the pain was gradually subsiding. "Where? When? And how did you...get into my house?" All of a sudden, she got pissed off. This weird guy must have been looking into her purse. Worse, he might have taken advantage of her.
She rose to her feet of the bed opposite him, pulling her duvet around her, shivering a little from the cold. "Why should I believe you?" She narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 7:30 pm
"Heh, well, if this is the way you thank someone for bringing you into your own home, then I'm sorry," Val began, taking on an airy and aloof composure, "You fell right outside on your doorstep somehow, though I still have yet to figure that out. I wouldn't worry about your belongings. I've done nothing with them, nor anything to you except lay you on this bed. I'm...not the type to be dishonest. Honor has meaning to me more than anything else in life." Cherie's eyes were easty to tell things from, though they seemed empty deeper within the central, black orb. That was the part that seemed to draw everything around it, never to return to the light.
He tried as hard as he could to muster up a bit of happiness, though what his thoughts were merely contradicted how he tried to seem. Perplexed at how she resisted his blood affinity, he remained somewhat in a state of stupor, unsure of what exactly to do next."
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 7:43 pm
How did he know what I was worried about...? I don't... Cherie shook her head, feeling bewildered. How could I have fallen on my doorstep? Did I even go out today? He was still sitting there calmly, and she had half a mind to start screaming obscenities at him. She didn't need to owe him anything. "You..." Cherie stopped and reconsidered. What if he was telling the truth? She took a deep breath and focused her thoughts, which seemed to be scrambling in all directions away from her. "Look, I'm sorry... It's just that..." Lonely. "I'm not..." Guilty. "Used to..." Murderer. The sentence she had in mind completely vanished as her voice trailed off.
Her eyes took on a glazed look as her thoughts started screaming at her. Cherie covered her ears with her hands as tears started to rolls down her face. Soon, she crumpled to the floor, pulling the duvet tightly around her.
Every sob she made wrenched her entire body, and she felt tortured listening to the emptiness of herself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 8:00 pm
"Cherie...?" Val stated calmly, looking as she succumbed to the floor. "Cherie...." he repeated, this time in an almost dream-like tone, "...I can only hope that you can forgive my failure, for, because of me, that emptiness that you hold inside you has strengthened because of...what I have done..." As he paused for a moment, a very faint precipitate formed at the corner of one of his eyes, "I've failed you, Cherie, and have failed myself. I thought I could help you...but no...I've worsened how you were already."
Kneeling down from the chair and allowing the book that he had once held to freefall to the ground, he placed his warm hand upon Cherie's shoulder, trying to do anything to bring her back from whatever ailed her. "After this, I will try no further to help you, but know that I will still be there, watching over you as your protector. I am no guardian angel, well, in fact, just the opposite. I...don't know if you can hear me, but if you can...I'm sorry for what I have caused you. I can but hope that you will come out of this alive...just...strive as hard as you can to overcome what's in your mind, understand that there is someone there for you, understand that I am there for you, and come back to me with that knowlege. I may not know you, but I do know that I must protect you, for it is my duty."
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 3:19 pm
((I feel like I've been sounding so melodramatic in the past two posts. Ah well, Cherie's nature. <3 Her moods change fast too, I guess. @_@ I almost went insane myself thinking of a reply. brrr.))
Cherie was screaming silently in her head. I DIDN'T CONSTRUCT ALL THESE WALLS FOR NOTHING. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. She didn't want to acknowledge the immense pain and hurt she felt; she was too smart for that. She didn't want to deal with anything just yet; she'd hold it back as long as she could. She preferred her lonely existence, caught up in a world of masks and fakery... She hated confrontations. She hated seeing herself as weak. All I need is love... That's how everyone's so happy...
Echoes of the same voice, the same masculine voice, resounded again. Didn't it just speak to her, moments ago, when she wasn't here, so close to the floor? Reality, with its clarity, began to pierce her mind, seeming to push back those shrouds loosing themselves upon her thoughts. With a choking sound, Cherie mentally pushed all the thoughts back into a box... and sealed them away. Not now... not ever. I will survive.
She heard a little, and remembered a little. "...because of me, that emptiness... try no further to help you... I'm sorry..."
What? Her heart sank and twisted in confusion. She forced herself to move, ignoring whatever she felt. Her hand gripped the other person's hand on her shoulder tightly, and she pulled him close. In a raspy, tear-strained voice, she whispered in a deadly, controlled tone, "If you did this to me, then you're not leaving me. Ever."
Then she pulled the man even closer and wrapped her arms around him, almost wanting to tear at his shirt and scratch him until he bled, torn between feeling vulnerable and weak and not wanting to be vulnerable and weak, torn between anger and regret. "I'll hate you if you go. Joshua, Mars, and Kylie will hate you too." She smiled, silent tears again running down her face as she thought of the three babies she had lost. "I'll hate you..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 3:58 pm
"What's...this?" Val thought silently to himself as his hand that he had placed on Cherie was grasped in a clutch that even he could feel. "Her strength...it is...quite large," he commented to himself a split second before he was reeled closer to his charge, and definantly not by his will.
As Val listened to Cherie, he could feel a great regret within himself; one that he hadn't felt in many decades. The regret of existance was a powerful regret to bear; though one that he had locked away within himself since he had been chastised for living. "Cherie...I..." he began to say, but was cut short by her pulling him in even closer. Feeling her hands around his back, and then hearing what she had to say, he felt even worse about himself than before. If he could, somehow, vanish into eternity, never to return, it would be a solace of spirit, mind, and body.
Val's spirit, as faint as it was already, had been crushed with the actions of Cherie; possibly never to recover. He felt like vanishing now; to just go somewhere and stay there for however how long it took; doing nothing but regretting himself and how he did no good for anyone else, but something prevented him from doing so. "It must be her will that is keeping me here," Val began to think to himself, his eyes widening in fear, absolutely unsure of how to act, react, talk, or move, "Amazingly strong it is."
In an attempt to regain what composure he had before, Val stowed his thoughts and looked into Cherie's water-weary eyes; deeper than what he had before, boring into their very core. "It looks like I will have no choice then but to stay by your side then," he began to speak in a tone that matched that of the air, gently; swiftly floating about, but sharpened with the calm of the rolling seas, "It is more than what I deserve and you should hate me for everything that I exist for. The pains I have caused you thus far cannot be matched for by anything that I could possibly do for you, but, rest assured, I will still try where I can."
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 9:01 pm
Hearing his reply, her lips curled into a smile and she let go, pushing him backwards. "Stop feeling sorry," Cherie murmured. "What's done is done." She shivered, feeling the chill creeping through the windows. Reaching out and groping blindly in the semi-darkness, she found her duvet, and pulled it around her again. "Look at me! I'm a mess. You saw the worst just now; I'm not usually like that. But you probably wouldn't believe me, because all you did was help me when I slipped and fell..."
Cherie watched the man, thinking hard. All of a sudden, she remembered a fragment. "Valiant. You... I met you on the street. I couldn't find Kyle. You lied about me slipping... You were in my house with me. I brought you here..." She walked closer to him. "You didn't have sex with me. You're not like other men. You're not gay, are you?" Her last question was a tease, and she used it to break her sombre mood. She hated being so serious; life was fickle, so why shouldn't she be too?
"What happened? Why did I...black out, faint... whatever? I'm a healthy girl." Her eyes sparkled mischeviously. "If you don't tell me the truth, I'll start removing my clothes, one by one. Then, if my mother comes home... Oh, will you have some explaining to do." She boldly threw off the duvet. "Starting now. One..." Her hands moved as if to unbutton her shirt.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 9:43 pm
Entirely ignoring her 'gay' comment, Valiant went straight to the point, having a very apathetic look about him. "True....you've remembered it seems," he began to say, closing his eyes for a session of private thought, "My name is Valiant and it is the truth that I did not have sex with you...and no...I'm not gay," he made up his mind to say, just to make sure that Cherie didn't bring it up again.
Opening his eyes slightly, still unsure of how to exactly approach this, his voice began to take on an air of uncertainty; wavering slightly in pitch and intonation, "I am unsure of how you fainted. That part is perplexing indeed. As for what I've done to you, you need not worry about such things. I gave you no drugs of any kind, if that's what was in your thoughts. " After that small diologue, Val turned around in the chair, facing away from Cherie. He knew that was not the answer that she would be looking for, but he could not yet risk the whole truth. "It's not like she can force me into anything..." he thought quietly to himself as he pretended to examine a speck on the wall.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:40 pm
"Valiant, are you testing me?" Cherie's expression turned to one of amused frustration as she looked at the back of his head. Since he wasn't looking at her, she reconsidered her threat to strip. Thinking in silence for a while, an idea struck her. I know you're lying; it's so obvious by your reluctance to look at me and tone. If you won't tell me... Then it'll have to be seduction. You men can never resist that.
She approached him, then bent down and slowly slipped her arms around his shoulders, nestling her head on the nape of his neck. "You said you were going to take care of me," she whispered huskily beside his ear, almost kissing it. "You said it was your duty. What did you mean by that, hmm? You know more than you're willing to tell me." Cherie had gained a sharp memory for words since losing her innocence; she knew from her experiences that there was nothing a man feared more than his words coming back to haunt him. If she reminded them, they would either get violently angry with her, or leave after harsh words, or start to cry and beg forgiveness.
"Please, will you tell me? If you're going to stay by my side, then I'll have to know it all..." She traced a finger across his chest as her hair tickled his ear. "All."
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 3:16 am
((Quite the chess game, is it not?))
Apathetically glaring at the wall, Valiant seemed not only inclined to say nothing, but also to not move any part of himself. It feld odd enough as it were to be so close to someone, but to Valiant, he knew he could not let Cherie know of the absolute truth until he deemed it the right time. It was not a matter of pride, but rather, a matter of what Cherie could do without in her life at the moment.
"Please, Cherie, understand where I'm coming from," Valiant began, not budging his head, as well as refusing the gift of movement to any other part of his body, "If you were to know what I know, your life would change around for worse. You would live a much better life without this knowlege than with it. Knowlege may be power, but too much power can cause corruption, thus knowing too much will corrupt your life, and you know that what you know cannot be forgotten."
Val paused momentarilly, allowing the information to flow into Cherie. He could but merely hope that Cherie would drop the conversation there and move onto something else, but he had this inkling that she would be adamant on her knowing what had really happened. "I...no. That wouldn't sound right," Valiant said aloud, contradicting his own thoughts at the moment, "It would be folley to say that I completely trust you, because I don't. I expect nothing less in your judgement of me, Cherie, but I will tell you the complete truth when I feel that I can trust you more. No offense is meant by this, but I just don't know you well enough yet to say much."
To Valiant, this sounded like what a normal human had said to a new friend of his on a television, which is what he had intended. He needed an excuse in his delay on information, and he figured that one would work best for the situation. "Please stop this, though. I don't like people this close to me," he blatantly stated, still immobile.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 7:27 pm
((S'what I was thinking myself. ^^))
Cherie withdrew her hand sharply, insulted. She almost hissed at him, but stopped herself. "Fine, be that way," she spat, turning around. "Get--" The front door slammed shut, and Cherie heard her mother, Beatrice, giggling downstairs, as if she was drunk. The old witch is probably drunk, ugh. And she probably brought home her young, virile lover, too. She grimaced, hearing a man's laugh follow shortly. I should probably go make sure she doesn't throw up all over the place, and that her new boy-toy isn't a snoopy b*****d looking around the house for money, like the last two.
Her hand was on the doorknob when she remembered the man behind her. Annoyed, Cherie threw a glare at his back. "You stay here. I don't want that old witch to start flirting with you." She left and slammed the door, stomping down the hallway towards the staircase.
She didn't have to go very far to find her mother. Beatrice was supporting herself on the banister, giggling and almost falling over a step as she tried to make her way up. And right behind her, grabbing her a**, was Kyle. Beatrice looked up. "Oh hiii, baby," she slurred drunkenly, "Lookie who I met tonight? He says he knows you... Went to school with you..." Kyle didn't even look at her; he continued up the staircase, dragging her mother up with him.
Cherie didn't even think. She ran down, past the both of them, hitting into one of them as she did, and out the front door. Her feet burned as they hit the icy ground again and again as she ran, not knowing where she went. She felt tears running down her face and the cold pierce her thin nightclothes, but she didn't care anymore.
She thought Kyle had loved her.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 8:31 pm
((Ho'dang....>__>))
Confused, but slightly hurt by the way he had just treated Cherie. That was about one of the last things that he had wanted to do, but it was better than telling her the truth and messing everything up, or at least, that's what Val used to think.
He could truly hear nothing from the outside of the room beyond the heater that had decisively turned on at that moment. "What is going on out there..." Val wondered to himself as he removed himself from the chair, slowly falling into the pit of dreams. He absolutely swore that there was something amiss, but, what? Val was used to having answers for such things, so this current event had him baffled.
Upon wondering around the room, he found himself staring into the outside world, filled with the unseen darkness that loomed over the winter land. As if locked into place, Valiant could no longer move. He was suspended in motion where he stood, gazing out of the window as if his life depended on it. The thoughts running through his head told him that there was indeed something amiss, and that was when it had all hit him at once.
"...Cherie?" he commented to himself, seeing a figure running along the cold, hard gound. Knowing it was time for action, Valiant decided it was time he used some of the unnatural abilities that he had posessed.
"CHERIE! OVER HERE!" Valiant yelled out, suddenly appearing not but twenty yards away from the girl; straight in her path. He knew that she could not see, and the reason eluded his judgement, but something again held him where he stood, awaiting the inevitable impact.
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