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Post by liam tudor on Oct 28, 2009 11:55:27 GMT -5
Having left the stables and his talk with the dark haired Gifted, Liam quickly made his way to the falls. It was a beautiful, secluded lake that sat right on the edge of town. It was what the place was named after and a good place to picnic on a nice day or a romantic getaway. At this moment though, the young halfling was sincerely hoping no one was out this late, for he was going there for blood.
Now most would ask why he didn't run home since his own mother was a vampire and likely had something in the fridge? There was an answer for this and it read, 'He would never hear the end of it.' Like all parents they would sit him down and tell him the facts of life and how he had to accept what he was, then his mother would surely place an 'I told you so' and humiliate him. That was his excuse to find blood elsewhere and he was hoping to at least find a rabbit.
Having run a good couple of minutes, Lian arrived at the lakes edge. The trickle and splash of the water cascading on the rocks quietly sounded in the background. It would have been very relaxing if his senses weren't on edge. His hunger for blood was only becoming greater as the seconds passed as so far, no animals to take from. He then quietly began to walk toward the trees, scanning the ground and branches for movement...
Right now he was no longer in his shy mode. Instead his vampire desires had taken over, causing his body to go in hunter mode. Now, more than ever, he really hoped he was the only one here.
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Post by leonardo salvatore on Oct 28, 2009 18:46:04 GMT -5
Most normal people were safely tucked up at home at the hour that Leon had decided to take his much beloved motorcycle out for a little spin. He was restless again, insomnia flooding back to him as the problems with his power seemed to be cropping up again - and with that came the anger that could only be satiated by breaking something or from going for a nice long ride into the middle of nowhere and letting it dissipate in the cool night air instead.
On some subconcious auto-pilot he steered up the path that led to the picnic spot close to the lake, flipped down the kick-stand and quieted the purring engine. Pulling the helmet off of his head, he rested it upon his knee and looked down at the gas tank, exhaling a long breath. He frowned at the dark paint and metalwork, mind ticking over the mounting problems - coming up with a new one every cycle through his thoughts. Jesus man... Can't call the remote from across the room. Can't open the window to let the heat out. Can't do this. Can't do that. Can't do nothing.
He punched the helmet with his freed hand, swinging himself up and off of the bike in the same movement, he slammed the helmet onto the handlebars and stomped off towards the tranquil waters that lay just beyond the fringe of trees - not wanting to vent his frustrations on the defenceless motorcycle. Practice, they'll say... His heavy boot this time swung at a dried branch that had fallen from the above tree, connecting and snapping it in two. Been practicing for 10 damned years... He growled in low tones to himself, his expression still dominated by a deep frown, knowing that the answer to all of this was out there, just beyond his reaches.
He stopped abruptly at the water's edge, looking down at his reflection with a look of disgust, kicking some gravel in to marr the perfect image of himself on the glassy surface. "What's the use..." he muttered aloud to himself, the saying a favourite phrase of his in times as he was experiencing: though he should never have thought to act upon it in any severe way, his mind was much to clever to just give up. He knew that he did have to practice to get better and that it probably would all just come to hime properly one day - but it was that "one day" that bothered him. Leon had always been bright, acing all of his subjects in school with some of the best marks, never having to study too hard for tests and generally being good at anything he tried his hand at outside of the classroom; having something like this that should have been so intrinsic annoyed him, he didn't like not being good at things.
He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his worn jeans, still scuffing the toes of his leather boots along the small pebbles by the side of the lake, completely entwined in his thoughts of self-worthlessness and pity.
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Post by liam tudor on Oct 29, 2009 7:27:51 GMT -5
Pausing, Liam listened intently for the slightest rustle. At first all he got was the sound of rushing water, frogs, and insects, but none of which could help his hunger. Only in his dying breath would he drain a frog for everything about them was cold and wet, nowhere near tasty even when starved. For some reason, even though he detested his desire for blood, Li couldn't stomach anything cold. That's why it made it difficult for him to take the blood bank supply for he preferred his warm.
A minute or so passed, but finally his eyes narrowed on a ball of fur on the edge of the lake. With the speed of a pouncing cat, the halfling was able to capture it. It was a hare with soft black fur and fairly big for its species. If it wasn't for the moonlight and his present heightened senses, he likely wouldn't have caught the creature. Though the reality of it was he had, and now as it struggled in his grasp he had to get ready to kill. This was the hard part as far as the teen was concerned. Even in his hungered, predator type state the thought of killing made him hesitate. Liam could feel the rabbit's heartbeat against his hand as he held it tightly, making it harder to take the bite. His mother would be seriously embarrassed if she were watching. to see her son refrain from his desire all because of a wild animal...
But as he was about to bite down the sound of coming footsteps and shifting gravel jerked him away as he turned to see who it was..He cursed inwardly when he found it was the one thing he didn't want, another human. The hunter in him was prepared now to give up the rabbit for the bigger prize as he eyed the coming figure. It took all his remaining power to stay where he was. He kept still, his blue eyes narrowed on his could be prey, afraid to move in case that meant his company's death. In a quiet, but lethal sounding voice, Liam added, "I think its time you left, dude."
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Post by leonardo salvatore on Oct 29, 2009 10:42:52 GMT -5
Leon's head snapped up as he caught a blur of something on his periforal vision, instinct kicking in - one could never be too careful with the increasingly suspicious humans and growing allegience of Exterminators. But this young man could be neither, the Telekinetic thought to himself, still eyeing the other with apprehension as he noted the still struggling lagomorph clutched in his grasp: No human could have caught that... he thought to himself, mind ticking over the other possibilities - Gifted? Vampire? Lycan? His frown creased again as he tried to determine what this young man was, removing his hands from his pockets in almost slow motion as to not startle him and encite attack.
"I think its time you left, dude." Leon paused in his thoughts, jilted by these few and unoffensive words - who was this mere child as to tell him what to do? "And why's that? Past my curfew is it? Or is this lake your special place that no one else is supposed to know about?" he replied with a scoff, sarcasm dripping from his words as he folded his arms across his chest and turning more to face the one who had spoken.
He could feel a slight prickling behind his eyes, adamant on calling up those reserves of power that he knew that he must have inside himself somewhere, hands feeling stretched, as if his fingers were gripped around something invisible between them. A frission ran through the Gifted, a shiver of anticipation at perhaps getting his powers to work. But he knew that it would be risky, his powers posed little danger to others, unless he wanted them too, and in this case he didn't want to hurt the other male: neither could he let him go however and speak of what had happened. If it escalated, he would defend himself Leon reasoned in his head, otherwise, no powers.
He gave the kid another look over, certainly physically there didn't seem to be much of him - Leon could boast higher height and larger muscles - but there was an edge of danger in his eyes, something that hinted at something more lurking just below the surface. And there had been that turn of speed, again the Gifted's thoughts turned towards deducing a species: he had quite ruled out Lycan, everything was wrong for him to be such a species, but between the other two he was having difficulty discerning one way or another - that feeling of familiarity existed, but barely, and something about him was also so very alien.
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Post by liam tudor on Oct 30, 2009 15:54:54 GMT -5
It didn't take long for the guy to notice, just roughly a split second that it would take to turn the head in his direction. Liam's eyes remain focused, watching unblinkingly for any sudden movements on the newcomer's part. For several long moments their gaze met as each were trying to figure the other out. Li could sense the apprehension, which was not really a good thing when his mind was presently set in hunting mode..his instincts set to kill. His vampire side was now calculating for any weaknesses it could take advantage on bringing the dude down. Fear or caution was always a plus when trying to outwit the meal. Little did he take into account that he was once again face to face with a gifted. He had just left one already, so what were the chances?
It was only when the guy spoke that part of his true self returned for an instant. The sound of sarcasm on a normal day would have caused Li to look away in some embarrassment. It wasn't that he was a coward, but confrontation he knew would only lead to trouble. If he lost his temper bad things usually happened. This time though, the insult somewhat stuck and his blue eyes somewhat glowed. He hadn't tried to boss the older guy around just for the fun of it. His comment had been a warning. If the newcomer wasn't going to listen then so be it.
There was a problem now that the young vampire couldn't escape. If the guy didn't leave he would have to drain the rabbit in front of him. Since he thought the visitor was human, Liam was fairly sure his identity would be found out. That wasn't going to happen. The only other choice was to run (likely the most pathetic), to use his gift of deception (not the smartest idea), and lastly to kill (nearly impossible). What made it worse was Tufor had to choose before his instincts did for him/ His blood lust was only increasing by the second...
Several seconds passed, but eventually he shook his head, finally relenting to the pathetic action..to run. Faster than most , the halfling headed back toward the trees, rabbit still in hand...
((Now its your choice. Stop him and he'll attack or let him get away long enough to think he's safe to drain the rabbit so he's somewhat sane XD He doesn't know Leo his gifted and aware of his kind, so that's why he's cautious.))
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Post by leonardo salvatore on Oct 31, 2009 12:38:52 GMT -5
The confrontation was very odd and Leon couldn't help but notice the conflict that seemed to reside in the other - the twitchy actions and lack of communication highlighting that there was something wrong, some unseen dilemma. A pang of pity hit the Gifted, though he had no idea why, opening his mouth to offer some reassuring question, but silently he closed his lips again, a flash of curio sweeping his face before dissolving back into the deepening frown. He returned the youth's studying stare, matching the quite that he was being afforded.
The movement of the other male made his insides jump slightly, his guts tightening and the muscles along his limbs all stiffening in anticipation of whatever action needed to be taken. He flexed and curled his fingers, playing a small amount of the strange energy that allowed him to manipulate the movements of objects around in his hand - rolling it along his fingers and back again with an almost nervous disposition.
His eyes weren't quick enough to follow the movement that the younger man made then, his oddly dark eyes scanning in the shadows of the fringe of trees for signs of movement. As his pupils dilated to allow more light in, he saw the teenager - still clutching the rabbit - dodging between the shrubbery.
Making no attempt at calling after him, Leonardo stalked off in the opposite direction around the lake's perimeter: heading out towards the falls that gave the town its name - needing to think, now more than ever.
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Post by liam tudor on Nov 7, 2009 10:18:00 GMT -5
Even if he had become introverted over the years didn't mean he now was a coward. Liam hated the fact he had to run like a thief all for the sake of what he was. He was only half vampire, but that didn't take away his need for blood or the desire of it (he would never admit this). So, at the moment, humiliation hit his heart like a sledgehammer as he glanced around quickly before draining the rabbit. What made all this worse was the need to hide what he was from the humans who mostly lived here, It was not an easy thing when most of the neighbors took interest in new arrivals.
Hearing the footsteps fall away, young William made his way out from the bush, still cradling the now lifeless body of the rabbit. Just like all his victims, the 19 year old found a place by the lake to bury the remains. Likely his odd way of giving respect for the sacrificed life. Since the dirt was soft, it didn't take long until their was a hole big enough for the kill. Placing it in its last resting place, Liam covered it up. That simple meal had brought back his sanity at least until he could get something back home.
Standing up, he looked toward the lake, his sapphire eyes gleaming in the moonlight. Now lost in thought, the halfling began to wonder if the guy had figured out what he was. Maybe he was new and assumed nothing more than Li was insane or visa versa. Though if he did know the truth, what would the guy do with it?
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Post by leonardo salvatore on Nov 8, 2009 18:51:30 GMT -5
Leon's head buzzed: his own problems now surmounted by thoughts of the teenager and the odd scene that had just unfolded. He still wondered over the exact situation, musing over the boy's speed and the way that he had held onto the rabbit, the action was firm and meaingful yet at the same time portrayed a certain tenderness to it, a want to let the creature free yet a need to hold onto it. And just what had that "warning" been about, what could possibly have been happening at that time that the Gifted should have needed to make a hasty exit?
He stopped by some large boulders that sat by the edge of the lake, climbing up onto the lowest of them and reclining, leaning back against a slightly higher one, a leg dangling over the side with his elbow leant on the opposite bent knee. Seeing the re-emergence of the younger male across the lake, his muscles tightened again and his mind grew more focused, watching the curious actions that the unknown was taking. Digging? Why is he digging? the Gifted thought to himself, noting the dropping of something small into the hole before covering it up again - Leon's mind not yet connecting all of the facts together into anything tangible, the answers remained still just beyond his reach though were so close now he could taste them.
He thought through the facts, the youth having intrigued him enough as to forget his own worries for the time being. Speed. Strength. The rabbit. Familiar but alien. The warning... He arrived at two conflicting conclusions. One: the boy was a Gifted just as he was, but the feeling of foreignness and the rabbit confused matters here. Two: the boy was a Vampire, the speed and the alien nautre of him accounted for this, the rabbit was perhaps a food source but very few Vampires were able to sustain themselves and needed the blood of humans... The gifted shook his head from side to side slightly, weighting the options against each other, looking up to the black sky for a bit of - not forthcoming - guidance on the matter.
Leon found himself leaning towards Vampire however, nothing suggested anything else except the familiarity that he felt towards the other man; and perhaps that was simply attributed to those strange feelings of pity that had lingered within him so briefly - that part of him wanted to associate with another mortal, to be the one in control and strong for a change. He frowned across the lake at the still crouched form, his restraint barely holding - he wanted to know the answer to the unaired question.
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