| Origin part 2 |
[Jan. 28th, 2008|11:30 pm] |
I contemplated not actually telling this part of the story. I would like to make it crystal clear that I do not want you to feel sorry for me. I do not need your pity, and the first who dares speak of this; I will hurt you like he hurt me.
I woke up… Later. To tell you the truth I do not know how much later. I was tied to a chair in a basement of sorts. I looked around. It was dark. Pitch black in fact, but somehow I could see. At least a little. I looked around. The cellar-like room was completely stripped of any sort of furnishing, aside from the chair in the middle, which I was conveniently enough sitting on. And tied to. I soon realized my exact location as I looked out the small window to the outside. Far away a large black silhouette took up space against the night sky. Home. The Schele castle. The view and distance taken into consideration I could only be in one place. The old abandoned fortress. When I was little I had feared it, the ghost stories that the townspeople had to tell, and the probably true stories of the horrors this place had seen, had made me terrified of it. Less than a year ago, I had finally decided that if I were to be a good Freiherr, I had to be fearless, and I made it my mission to visit the place at least twice a year. This meant that I had only been here twice before, but at that moment, I was rather glad of this.
I looked up as the door to the room was opened and in strutted the man who had had the apparent nerve to kidnap me. He sneered and glared, but didn’t speak. He merely moved into the room like the air around him demanded attention and notice, like no one I had ever experienced before – and despite my young age I had met my share of important people - He smiled at me, and I dug my fingers into the armrests of the large chair.
He walked around for a while, seemingly fiddling with a few things around me that were hidden in corners too dark for me to be able to make out what he was doing. He looked at me from time to time, studying me, but never spoke, not even when I asked him why I was there. He finally answered me though, after I had asked him for the fifth time, though it was hardly a reply to my question. “Patience, my boy. You might as well learn that from the start. From now on, you will never be in any need to hurry.” He smiled at me and I felt chills going down my spine. He approached me, looking at me like I was a thing that needed to be studied carefully. A peculiar thing that needed looking into. I never expected that the look was to be taken literally.
I do not actually remember much of the first time. He drugged me the first few times. It was not until the third or fourth time that he gave up on the drugs. At that point he did not need them either. By that point, the shock in itself would no longer be able to kill me. What I do remember is vague moments of pain and the feeling of my mind slipping. And crying when he was not there. Crying because I somehow knew what was going to happen. What was going to happen, and how rage seemed all consuming already then.
Even though his abuse of me was only about nine to ten times out of the three months I estimate I was there, he came to me every day. He talked to me in a conversational tone, told me what was going on outside. I had been gone for two days when the news reached town. The heir had gone missing. He had ridden out one evening and had yet to return. They had searched the forest. Turned every rock and the first messengers had been sent to the neighboring regions, telling them to be on the lookout for the Freiherr Schele’s eldest son, and a potential killer. This had amused my captor immensely.
Barely a month later though and everything seemed back to what it had always been at the castle, and in town. At least according to my captor. I remember it angering me. I shook blood out of my eyes from the gash on my forehead. Here I was in pain and suffering, and they were already hurrying to forget me?! It was an outrage! My Master, as he wanted me to call him, smiled at me and pointed towards the window, telling me stories about how my siblings had been in town now, looking happy and carefree. “I would not benefit from lying to you,” he told me, and I suppose he was right. At least at that time I could not see how that could possibly benefit him. He obviously did not want to kill me, and continued telling me how he wished to make me stronger, and how I would be, very soon. He walked around me like a hawk circling prey, placing his long slim fingers on my shoulders, a hand moving into my hair, stroking it softly, making chills creep down my spine. He kissed my hair and told me more. Of how he had watched my siblings playing with spinning tops and plucking flowers, and my sisters had put the flowers in each other’s hair as they usually did when celebrating the coming of a new season, in this case winter, and every day my anger towards the castle and the people in it grew.
After about three months, he finally did what my body at this point was longing for him to do. I was exhausted at this point, and could no longer tell time. I could no longer distinguish reality from my dreams and every moment was centered around my master, the pain I longed for, assuring me that I was still alive and the news of my family that I dreaded. They had now announced a funeral date, where my memory would be honored. They had given up.
On this day, the day before my make-believe funeral, He entered the cell in his usual fashion, though something was off. He was not wearing his coat. I had never seen him without it before. He was not as big. The large heavy thing had covered a lean body, bony, even. He still commanded respect, but in a different manner. He somehow seemed more frightening this way though. He walked towards me, completely soundless. “The time has come,” he told me and then he released me from my bonds. No longer held by the shackles, I slumped back in the chair, slowly sliding onto the floor. He caught me though, before I hit it, and he sat down on the floor with me in his arms, cradling me like a small child. I opened my mouth to talk. I realized then that I had not spoken in the last three weeks at least, and I closed my mouth again, doubting that I could speak. Instead I just stared up at him, curious, wondering what would come next. In that instant, my mind seemed clearer than it had in a while, and my eyes focused on his teeth as he smiled. I felt no fear though, and the only thing my mind registered was that in my eyes they had an odd shape, though I could not put my hand on why, exactly. He pulled me closer, and up, and then tilted my head to the side. Not a hard task. It practically fell on its own and I seemed unable to pick it back up, though it hardly concerned me. And then he bit me.
I know now that he had been feeding me his blood to sustain me since I got there. I know because I have experimented with it since. The longer you keep a human alive by feeding them vampire blood, the more likely they are to completely lose their mind. Lucky for me he only kept me there for three months ~
When he was done, he left me. Not that I saw this. At some point after he had bitten into me and before he let go, I passed out. I woke up on the floor of the cell, alone. I got up and walked around, my bare feet moving over the cold stone floor, though I no longer felt the cold. I moved towards the door and grabbed a hold of the handle, pressing down, and watching the old wood whine and give way under my fingers as the metal lock broke off. How odd. I stared at the door as it slid open. I looked out and exited, walking down the hallway of the cellars, then up the spiral staircase and up into the remains of the fortress. I felt no fear anymore either. I felt nothing, merely curious as to what I would find when I went outside. I remember there being people in town as I moved through it. They must have thought I was a ghost, but they barely registered in my mind. I wanted to go home. I wanted to see my parents again. To hug my mother and shake hands with my father. |
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| Origin first part |
[Jan. 10th, 2008|01:16 am] |
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I had a rather disturbing encounter with my maker a few days ago, and this has now prompted me to start contemplating my life until now. Even write it down… I am not sure in how many details or if I should merely note on events. I suppose we will see.
I was born in the early parts of the 1600’s northern Germany, in a small province bordering France. My father was a powerful man. Freiherr. Unlike now that title actually came with responsibilities that included more than just being a pretty face to the public. I was the eldest of four, and heir to the title and all that it held. I had loving parents and adoring siblings and a region that prospered despite the wars raging. I was isolated from my siblings for the majority of the time, having responsibilities and obligations they did not. As the heir I was obligated to a far more extensive education than my siblings were. They were of course schooled as well, but not nearly to the same degree.
I did not care much though. I used to wonder if I would have been closer to them, had I been schooled with them, or if they had let me play with them. Odds are I would have, at least somewhat, but probably not enough for it to have made any difference in the end. I seemed a loner by heart, and I did not start seeking the company of others until I hit my teens. And the company I then sought had more to do with raging hormones than with being lonely.
I do not remember much, and I suppose no one can blame me for this, but as with so many things, when particular events happen, you seem to remember every second of the day it happened. The exact date… Let us say it escapes my mind, but it was in 1632. I remember everything. Being with the stable boy in the morning, leaving with the promise of my return the next day - I never knew how he viewed what I did to him, and I never cared. He did not fight and he was willing, even if it was out of fear of losing his job – and then going to town. I always enjoyed those trips. I had free time to go to town once a month, at which point I would take the carriage and go there with my servant, as it was not permitted for me to exit castle grounds on my own.
I remember nothing out of the ordinary. At least not until I later thought back. I saw him then. Briefly, and noticed him. I should have been suspicious of him already then. I suppose I was. I noticed him anyways. His clothes were too expensive for the average farmer. He was too clean, too neat… A little too everything actually.
I bought clothes and sugar filled bread that I suppose was a form of pastry, and otherwise looked around at the shops. They were rather trivial, my visits there. It was only four times a year that the travelling market passed the village, bringing new things for the stores to buy. At this particular point in time, it would be another month until they would come by again.
I enjoyed the trips there all the same though. I only got to go to leave the castle grounds once a month, except for special occasions, and such occasions were usually only when I was being dragged to one of the neighboring regions. Not something I minded in theory, but it always seemed to interfere with the plans I had set for going to the market place, and we were usually gone for no less than a week at a time, and at least four out of those seven days were spent traveling.
Either way, I spent a few hours there before going home, knowing that my parents preferred it if I made the trips short, and I was not feeling rebellious enough that day for me to want to live through not being able to sit down for the following week just to stay a few more hours.
At home I went to my room to look at the clothes before putting them away in my ridiculously extensive wardrobe closet, which was of course filled from top to bottom. I stayed there and had dinner, which was dull and uneventful and left me with a craving to go to the stables afterwards. To get relief for pent up frustrations that seemed to have overtaken me at this point, and to ride.
I entered the stables, eyes seeking out the stable boy, whose name has slipped my mind. As odd coincidences will have it, we were alone. I moved to him, grabbing his neck and dragging him into one of the empty booths where I pulled his pants down and made short work of him. Inexperienced and young, it didn’t take long. He limped to get my horse ready afterwards. I kissed him as I mounted the horse. Odd, I had never done that before. I then proceeded to ride off into the darkness.
The air was cooling. Summer was slowly coming to an end. Soon the leaves would be turning colorful, then brown and fall dead to the ground, as they did every year. Nothing ever changed. It somehow made me ride harder, down the road from the castle at the mountain top and into the surrounding forest, pitch dark at this time.
I rode on until I made it to a clearing in the forest. I had let my brown mare run. She knew the road by heart and pulled to a halt on her own accord the moment she made it there. I dismounted, she was winded and sweaty and I proceeded to take off the saddle and cover. It was not yet cold enough for her to catch a cold from the air drying her wet coat, but soon I would have to stop taking these trips again.
I went to sit by the side of the pond, though I never actually got to sit down. I saw movement on the other side of the water. “Who is there?” I yelled, frowning as the person stepped closer, revealing himself to be a man. “This forest is private property sir, I must ask you to leave immediately!” I received no reply. The man merely continued to move closer, making his way around the pond and did not stop until he stood a few meters from me. He was dressed in dark blue clothes that would fit a gentleman of some status. He seemed in his 40’s, and was blessed with a handsome face and stately body with a grace that made it seem like he was floating rather than walking.
“Daniel von Schele, I presume?” he presumed correctly, though I was not going to tell him this.
“Your hearing must be failing you sir, for I asked you to leave this land,” I said.
“My, so hostile.” His voice was silky smooth and seemed cheerful, in an odd sort of way that I at the time was unable to put my finger on.
I took a step back, sneering, looking at him in hostility. I was in the right here, he was not and he should leave and I continued to tell him so. He however, did not seem to care or even listen to my protests after a bit. However ridiculous it sounds, he did in the end corner me, my back eventually hitting my horse who refused to move just because I bumped into her. Silly creature.
“You really should leave, sir. I am warning you, nothing good will come of…” I struggled for the right way to put what I believe he wanted, “You being here…” I ended up with, and trailed off, my frown deepened, and a sudden surge of defiance came over me. “Besides, what business do you have with me!?”
He smiled at me kindly, though still wrong, somehow. “I must confess I have been watching you for a certain period of time,” he said, reaching out to touch my face. I flinched, angrily jerking my face to the side to avoid the touch.
“How dare you touch me?!” I sneered, turning my head back to look at him, disgust written on my face. He proceeded to hit me, my disgust turned to surprise from one second to the next. No one had ever dared lay a hand on me aside from my father. How would they ever? I barely managed to recover from the blow to both my face and my pride, before he grabbed a hold of my shoulders and pulled me closer, tilting his head to the side, and biting into my neck. I remember nothing but darkness from then on. |
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| Buried undead |
[Dec. 11th, 2007|07:15 pm] |
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... The damn brat buried me! ... I have seldom been that humiliated! At least he learned from the experience and he begged my forgiveness~ Even fell to his knees for me, unbelievable as that might seem. I was dug out of my earthly grave about a week ago and I have barely recovered. The humiliation only gets worse by the fact that I was dug out of there by Vile, who set Rubin to nurse me back to health. For those who might not be aware of it, these two gentlemen, or lack thereof, are acquaintances from my time with Teufelstein.
What he learned though, I could have lived without. Meallán got a hold of him... Another name that none of you would know I suppose. Meallán was the circus of a man I mentioned in my last post. I will not go into details as he didn't, though I have a rather good idea what happened to him. Let us just say that he was treated worse then I treated him.
This incidence has strengthened my resolve though. He will not get out of this country again. He needs to die and sooner rather then later. I don't know how I will go about it, but I promised I would not rush into anything, which means that I will need a plan, and possibly help, no matter how much I would prefer to do this on my own.
I will have to ask Kaoru for help... And possibly others, though I do not know how to go about it. I just know that I will have to. I can not let this slide. He has touched what is mine for the last time. |
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| Update |
[Sep. 25th, 2007|12:53 am] |
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| | Celldweller - Tragedy cover | ] |
A lot has happened since the last time I wrote. To be frank I have very little interest in letting you know anything about any of it. I have reached conclusions, and much as I hate to admit it, it would seem I am changing. Some might say for the better... Most, even, though I know of some who would think it a bad thing. I might belong to the last category myself, though I am not entirely sure yet. Either way, I have gotten a new hobby, of sorts, a more permanent one than the short fling it was originally supposed to be.
The reason I have not written before now is that I did not actually go home again, after that day. I returned the next dayt to do more harm, but once I had done my deed, poking his eyes out, should you be curious as to what exactly I did, I stayed with him, and I did not actually return home before nine days later when circumstances forced me to beat him up and deliver him where he was originally supposed to go. It is no longer necessary to keep it a secret that I made him a vampire, and the purpose of this was for him to take over my position in Teufelstein's clan, effectively buying myself free of any ties and obligations I might have had, even still, after he tried to get rid of me.
I might at some point let you know what actually happened, but for now, that is all I have to say on the matter. At this time though, there are more pressing matters. I have for many reasons been forced to relive memories of my past. That is another story that I might tell you some day. Until then, I can tell you that I once made a vow to protect my sister, the last living member of my family, and her decendants. I usually check up on them once or twice every generation, about ten years, give or take. It has now been about sixty years since the last time I sought them out, and I thought it was time to do another checkup, now that I seem to have the time. I asked Christian to look it up, giving him my sister’s name, and he soon provided me with news that seemed almost too much of a coincidence to be real (actually I am pretty sure the white haired bother had something to do with this). The last in the family line, happens to be one Joscelin Bissy-Stark... I will refrain from dwelling on this fact as I fear slightly for my sanity.
As it turns out, it seems someone from back then has reentered my life as well. Or rather, the life of others, as I have yet to meet him. I just know the one man circus is visiting Teufelstein. What I mean to say is that the sick fuck who made me appears to be back. I had half way expected him to be dead by now, but I suppose that was too much to ask for. Fate never did like me very much.
Either way, I don't suppose I have all that much more to say. I reserve the right to be vague, even to myself. |
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| Escape |
[Jun. 18th, 2007|05:24 am] |
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I came through the door in much the same fashion as the day before, and the day before that as well, carrying a bucket of water and a pack of cloths, smiling brightly at Christian.
“Hello lovely~”
He looked up at me, smiling.“Ah, good evening! I wasn't sure you'd show up again so soon...”
“Oh, I am glad you say that, I was so afraid I had made you wait too long. I was thinking we could try something today.” I moved over, placing the bucket down, “first, get clean though.”
“Oh, not at all. Though I thought you might have found other entertainment. After all, you did seem to find your last visit so dissatisfying. But yes, of course you have a new idea. You are so inventive, aren't you?” He looked at the bucket. “Well, once again you've failed to think about what is within the realm of the possible. For instance, washing myself is quite difficult, when I am chained to a chair.”
“Oh no, I don't give up that easily,” I smirked at him as I leaned down to unchain him, stepping back as said chains fell to the ground, releasing him completely from the chair. “There you go~”
“Thank you, very kind of you...” He got up, rubbing his wrists. “Well, it would have been sort of disappointing, though not entirely unexpected, if you had surrendered your little attempts at experimenting.” He stood next to the bucket, seemingly as far away from me as possible as he washed himself.
“Aww, but you don't know me at all then~ I rarely if ever give up.”
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| Stitches |
[Jun. 17th, 2007|10:24 am] |
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I whistled as I walked down the harbour the next day, fidgeting with the keys for a moment before opening the door. So far it had been a rather good day. I stopped the moment I entered though, seeing that things were not entirely as I had left them. I eyed the empty chair before I started to look around, finding him sitting on the staircase running along the wall of the silo quite high up, giving him a blank stare. He smiled at me.
“Ah, there you are. I was worried that the sun had gotten you after all...”
I smirked up at him.
“Thank you for the concern, that was very nice of you... What are you doing up there?”
“Oh, I felt the need to stretch my legs... And survey my surroundings. Quite interesting... choice of decorating style you have here.”
I grinned.
“Isn't it? I am very proud of it, to tell you the truth... Meanwhile I suggest you get down here. I got stuff to wash your hair with.”
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| Becoming |
[Jun. 16th, 2007|04:46 am] |
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I returned shortly after sunset the next day, bringing stuff to clean Christian up with, namely a bucket of water, cloths and soap, along with a lamp. I was feeling rather annoyed at having apparently forgotten all about humans and their hygiene needs, in the last year or so, of not having been in contact with them at this level. The sight that greeted me as I entered the silo, brightened my day considerably though. I moved in, set up the lamp and lit it, before I turned to look at him fully.
“Such a pretty sight~” His hair had fallen in front of his eyes and he looked confused to say the least. I shuffled with the bucket of water, wondering if I could get water from Joss in the future, rather than bringing it all the way from home, which is a bit of a hassle, as I bent down and started to clean his wounds.
“Wouldn’t want you to smell,” I offered as explanation. Or for the wounds to get infected. He sneered at me, trying to get used to the light, as I continued my work in cleaning his wounds.
“...you're... back...” he finally rasped out, making me raise an eyebrow at him.
“Your ability to state the obvious is uncanny,” considering the fact that I had been there for the last ten minutes. I finished up, throwing the remains of his shirt into the bucket and pushing it to the side for a moment, before I finally zipped his pants back up.
“So, did you have fun?” I asked, moving away again. I could just barely make out the growl aimed at me from under his strained breath.
“...what... do you think??”
I cocked my head at him.
“Don't be like that, I even left you with a toy~” I returned to sit in his lap, placing an arm around his back as I leaned in to nip at his lips. I heard him groaning in exasperation and proceeding to sneer at me, as I mumbled “want a sip?“ I did not wait for a reply before biting into my wrist, tearing the almost healed wound, before placing the wrist against Christian’s lips. He paused, though it didn’t take long for him to bite in, glaring at me angrily as he did so.
“Good boy.” I watched him for a few moments before sliding a collar around his neck, making him tense up and try to move away.
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| Twisted~ Part 2 |
[Jun. 15th, 2007|03:50 am] |
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Moments later, I found myself outside the factory, looking down at Christian, poking him with my boot “Are you in there?”. He tried to move but didn't really succeed. Annoying, he could not be dead already. He made a cough-like sound and I smirked, bending down next to him, talking to him though I am rather sure he couldn’t hear me. “Good... Now, les'see how to do this...” I proceeded to bite into his shoulder. He reacted by arching his back, showing that there was still at least that much life left in him. I bit harder, drinking from him for a few moments before drawing back, slicing my own wrist and moving it to his lips. “This should get you in a neat shape soon enough.” I sat back and waited, watching him... “So, you are supposedly a smart guy, right? So tell me, what is happening to you now?” My reply was moaning. “How disappointing." I grabbed him by the hair and started dragging him towards the hiding I had picked out a few weeks prior. He finally made some sort of response to the pain. “...what's... going on...?!” I snorted. “What do you think?” I stopped outside the door, opening it before pushing the heavy thing open. “What’re you... doing to me?” He looked up at me with apparent anger as I proceeded to drag him into the silo, throwing him on the floor. “You don’t want to know” I told him, watching as he spat on the floor. “... Blood... Why the hell...?” I rolled my eyes. “Ever believed in vampires?” He looked up at me, seemingly more clearheaded already. “Don’t be ridiculous.” I looked at him, grabbing gaffa tape from the table, then walked back over to look down at him. “Do I look like I am kidding?” I lifted him up by one arm, shifting the grip to his throat as I got him to eye level. I then proceeded to place him in the large antique chair I had placed in the middle of the room and started tying him up with the gaffa tape. I looked him over as he groaned. “You should feel better in the morning.” Maybe I should bring a lamp... “You... can't do this! Release me, right this instant!” Yak yak yak, how annoying. I backhanded him. “Shut up. I already told you, I can do whatever I damn well feel like with you.” It took him a few moments to regain his composure after that. “Do you know who I am?! Do you know who my father is??” Do I ever... I smirked at him in the dark, though I knew he couldn't see me. “Yes, I know... That is one of the reasons it had to be you,” I snorted. “You'll know who I am soon enough as well, and that I killed my father” “... You're one deranged little mongrel, aren't you...” The panic I felt from him did little to soothe my rage. I growled, plunging my claws into his torso, pulling him forward as I bent down to whisper into his ear. “... Don't call me that~” “I will call you whatever I want, you little coward!” He gasped from the pain. “You've tied me up like this... What, are you not man enough to deal with me without doing so??” I stayed silent as I moved to get a knife from the table and proceeded to climb into the chair, sitting myself down on his lap when I returned to him. “Oh, I am the coward here~ You know, a true torturer knows every inch of what he gives... I merely think you should get acquainted with a little of what you gave~” I leaned in to brush my lips over his, cutting into his arm with the knife. He growled in frustration. “What the hell do you know?? You're just a disturbed little boy!” “Idiot... I have likely lived longer than you could trace back your family tree...” I grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back. “You are just not getting it, are you?” I leaned in to kiss him again, deepening it this time, sliding my tongue into his mouth. I felt him protest and I proceeded to bite into his tongue before pulling back, grabbing his bottom lip with one fang. He swore under his breath, swallowing the blood as he recovered in silence. “...quite sharp little fangs you've got there, little dog...” I growled and bit through his lip before pulling back completely. “You are going to regret you were ever born by the time I am finished with you.” He swallowed the blood again, breathing becoming panicked. “No... You're going to regret that you ever even saw me...” I chuckled. “Don’t be ridiculous~” I grabbed a hold of my own wrist that I had previously let him drink from, opening the newly closed wound again, leading it up to Christian’s lips. He tried and failed to move away. “What... the hell?!” I pulled the knife up to his throat. “Drink or I will scar you even more.” He squinted, apparently trying to see me through the dark. “...surely you cannot mean that you want me to... drink your blood...?” I glared at him in annoyance, expecting his eyes to have gotten used to the dark so much that he could at least see that. “Obviously I can.” He made a disgusted grimace as he started breathing heavily again, presumably getting another pang from his injuries. “And what mad reason do you have for that??” I smirked. “You should already now feel a form of urge... it would be unwise to fight it~” “...urge...? I assure you... I feel no form of urges...” I licked at my bloodied wrist, moving my head up to lick at Christian’s lips, leaving a trace of the thick liquid. He gasped, obviously trying to hold back, but in the end ran his tongue over his own lips. I smiled. “See, told you so, you look content~” He frowned. “Content?? Hardly! It is no wonder that someone as contemptible as yourself has such wrong definitions of satisfaction.” He still seemed to have trouble breathing, but it was getting better. “Besides, you have no clue what I look like, it's completely dark in here!!” Idiot... “You do though~” I moved a hand down between his legs, “and I do see, I don't need light to be able to see... on the contrary in fact.” “That's...” he gasped at the hand, “That's ludicrous! I suppose it's quite nonsensical to tell you something you must have become aware of by now, but you're completely insane!” I snorted. "Don't throw stones when you live in a house of glass~” I started rubbing him through the fabric of his pants, smirking as I made him moan. “What are you... What...” “I am making sure you get as much humiliation out of this as possible.” I rubbed him a bit harder, making him bite his lip. “Hmm, don't bite your lip. Wouldn't want you to cause any harm to yourself, you will have plenty of that later,” I told him while I started zipping down his pants, moving my hand into them. “Stop that... That's repulsive.” I snorted. “Oh yes, I can feel you think so~” He sneered. “Get away from me, you freak!” “Aww,” I made a pouting face at him, though I knew he couldn't see it. “Are you sure you really want me to stop?” I stopped the movement of my hand, making him groan. “... Of course... I want you to... stop. I never say anything... that I don't mean.” “A shame~” I slid down from his lap, instead settling between his legs. “Don't worry, I will stop in a moment, I just need to do something first.” I pulled him free of his pants and popped him into my mouth, nipping at the tip. He threw his head back, arching his back, apparently caught somewhere between trying to move away and trying to get closer. “Ahhh... No... No! What are you... Don't!” I smirked around him, making a sound in acknowledgment, letting him know I heard him but, as I continued, very obviously had no intentions of following his instructions, continuing without as much as a pause. I watched as he clenched his teeth. “Stop... Stop!” I stopped moving, though still keeping him in my mouth, looking at him expectantly, smirking around him as he made a frustrated sound. “Aaargh... No, don't stop...” I started again, continuing for a little while longer before drawing back completely. His eyes opened wide and he looked down at me angrily, teeth bared. “...you little...” I ran a hand up along his thigh, caressingly. “Tell me, did you ever get him to come?” I continued to run my hand up his chest. Better get both sides of the story. “What? Who...?” I smirked. “Idiot” I licked him again, “Joss, obviously.” He moaned, closing his eyes again. “That's... none of your business...” “Did you even bother to check?” I nipped the inside of his thigh, a little harder than necessary. “You probably couldn't~ Pathetically selfish and bad in bed, I bet~” He growled. “What the hell do you know...? How... how much did he tell?” “Everything~” We stretched the truth a little, but that never hurt anyone. “I am just here to give you a chance to tell your side of this.” I licked him again. “And maybe I will let you come.” He bit his lip again. “I find it difficult to believe... that your purpose is to... ahh... hear anything I have to tell...” “Call it boredom. You tell me what I want to know, and you get a reward of sorts, otherwise...” I nipped him, hard, making him flinch, “punishment~” “Don't... do that! ... what... do you want to know...?” “As I said, I want to know if you ever actually succeeded in getting him to come~” I licked the spot I just bit. “He... has always been so... ridiculously stubborn... He would never acknowledge anything, be it pleasure or pain, just to taunt me. He forced me to do things to him that I really did not want to do. But I know... that hidden under all that coldness, all that playing with me... He really wanted me to do those things. I know he did...” “Mhmm, like you want what I am doing to you now.” I bored my nails into the previous wounds. “Also, you are avoiding the question, shame on you,” I pulled back. “Though I suppose I can derive from this that no, you never got that.” Very interesting... He made a series of unintelligible noises. “Shame... on me...? You're mistaken... You and him both... You're the ones who should be ashamed! Flaunting your unnaturalness!!” I blinked. “My unnaturalness?” “Yes! What the hell are you...? Surely nothing such as you should occur in nature, small and yet stronger than me, rude in language and behaviour, just a boy and yet you find your way around my privates like had you tried it a hundred times before... The world has no use for you!!” He sneered. I found myself moving up to run my teeth down along his cheek. “Don't for one second think I am alone, little human~ You know what I am, you are just not ready to admit it, it seems~ Or maybe you are just that stupid.” I felt him tense at the touch, and for a moment, I felt fear from him. I am hardly the unnatural one here. Not feeling fear for more than instances. Inhuman. “...you're... you're mad, that's... what you are...” “Madness is hardly a cause for your teeth to get a growth sprout... You'll get your own pair soon enough~” “Surely... not... Hah! I must be going as mad as you are! Are you infected with rabies, do you think?” I smirked. “You will see soon enough~” I got up. “It'll be a little over 24 hours before I can return here,” I stroked him a few times, smiling down at him before letting go. “Maybe if you can keep that alive, you'll have something to play with to pass the time~” He made a sound somewhere between frustration and annoyance. “My parents will miss me soon! People will come looking for me! It's impossible for you to get away with this. Release me now, and I'll see what I can do for you. I'll get my father to talk to the police commissioner!” I sneered at him in annoyance. “What makes you think the police could do anything to me? And they will never find you. Scream all you want. If I was you, I would worry about my play-thing and leave me to deal with the rest~” I moved over to put on Christian’s jacket, shrugging at the frustrated half-shout he sent in my direction. “You can't just leave me here! I don't belong in a place like this...! I...” He swore again and I shrugged, again. “Sucks to be you. Enjoy your solitude.” I moved towards the exit, opening the door, looking back at him, enjoying the rage I could practically feel directed at me. “See you, lovely~” I smirked, letting myself out. This turned out to be a relatively good day. |
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Obsession, I suppose, was the first word that came to mind as I moved up the staircase in silence, listening to the rant of the person standing in the middle of the room. Christian, I assume...
How weak... Pathetically human. I smirked to myself as I placed my back against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest as I listened in on the slightly one sided conversation from the other side of the wall. He continued on about how he had hurt the girls he had been with, because of him. Oh yes, that would be his fault, I can see that...
I sighed and continued listening in. It did not take overly long before something a bit more exiting happening, namely Christian wrestling Joss to the bed. I raised an eyebrow at the sudden outburst from the boy and moved my head forth from the wall to look, listening to him screaming at him to admit it. I was wondering what he wanted him to admit exactly, before he said his sexuality. I swallowed the snigger that threatened to break from my throat. I stood there, watching curiously to see if anything would make him stop on his own. When it became apparent that he would not though, I made a dramatically loud sigh and moved from behind the wall and into the room, chuckling loudly as I did, making sure my presence would be known, and true enough, he looked up, angry green eyes landing on me.
“Who the hell are you?? Get out now!” He yelled at me, to which I had to tell him how rude he was being and that I was fine where I was standing, thank you. He snarled, telling me that if I knew what was best for me I would leave. Stupid human, threatening me. I frowned.
“If you know what is best for you, you will let go so you don't kill him,” I eyed Joss to emphasize what I meant. He looked back and forth between us before telling me that what he did was none of my business. I shrugged and stepped away from the wall.
“Well actually, it is, for various reasons, see...”
This prompted him to get off the bed, pull his trousers back up, thank you, and starting to walk in my direction, asking me what my reasons might be. I told him that I have a friend of sorts, who cares for Joss and would most probably kill me if he found out I was here while Christian did whatever it was he was planning on doing, rape and kill him…?
“Well, now your friend will never find out you were here...” He told me, making me sneer as he attacked me.
“Don’t threaten me~” I told him, as I kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying backwards. He got up on one knee at the other side of the room, before standing up completely, seemingly baffled at having been hit, asking me how I did that. I took a few more steps towards him, grinning toothily.
"How. How is none of your concern really, and not high on the list of things you should worry about at the moment either,” I told him, watching him curiously as he took a defensive stance.
“Who are you??” He asked me, to which I smiled brightly at him.
“Daniel...” I told him, “that is really all you will ever need to know.”
He growled at me...
“Whoever you are, what happens here is no concern of yours, no matter what strange errands your acquaintance has sent you on!”
I growled back in agitation, informing him that I was not on any ‘errands’ for any ‘friend’, as I took a step closer, sneering at him.
“Then you truly have no reason to be here!” He told me, as he tried to hit me in the face. I ducked the attack effortlessly and hit him in the stomach again, once more sending him flying backwards, as I informed him that I had no more reason than he did, to which he glared at me and told me that no one had a better reason for being there than him... I sincerely hope that he didn’t actually believe that crap himself.
I shrugged.
“From where I was standing outside the room for most of the time, it just sounded like you were whining.”
He looked at me, seemingly taking offence, telling me that it is bad manners to listen in on other peoples conversations... Priceless really... I give him a flat look, eyeing Joss before replying.
“While it is obviously not bad manners to rape someone,” of course. His eyes went wide for a moment, apparently not having expected that, as he proceeded to tell me that it was none of my concern, as he had told me repeatedly. I gave him a bit of a sour look.
“Been over this before. No, it may not be my concern, but I am making it my business,” I told him as I moved closer to him, smirking as I watched him take a faltering step away from me.
“Don't you dare... talk to me in that way,” he told me. Arrogant bastard. I moved forward, making sure to break the boundaries of what is reasonably normal speed, as I grabbed a hold of him and leaned in to lick Joss’s blood off his face.
“I will say and do, whatever I damn well please with you,” I told him, before I let go of him none too gently. Much to my enjoyment he was clearly shocked, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
“But... you're just a boy... How...?” he mumbled, before he turned and fled up the stairs, presumably to the roof, reminding me strangely of the horror movie cliché of people running up stairs when it would clearly be more beneficial to them to try to run down and out. Even if I was standing in his way.
I followed him up the stairs, slowly, making sure not to catch up to him before we were up there, leaving Joss to himself for the moment. Not like he was going to go anywhere. I sneered at his words, yelling after him. “Oh really, you think so?”
He looked around in the dark, obviously trying and failing to find an escape, as he turned around and told me not to come any closer. I silently moved to his left, standing next to him.
“Or you will what?” I asked, grinning as I moved a hand up to run though his hair, enjoying how it made him start and try to get away.
“Don’t touch me!” He told me, making me choke.
“Don't touch you? Please, how many times have others said that to you, what makes you think I give a damn that you don't like being touched?”
He slowly started to walk backwards, away from me, stuttering, asking me how I knew, though he provided the answer for himself without me having to tell him. Joss... I guessed there was no real harm in telling him this.
“Kid uses a journal... He doesn't know I read,” I smirked.
A frown.
“A public... journal? He's going to regret it most ardently...” Oh, this guy is funny. Whatever part of him still believed he would ever be able to make good of those threats?
I gave him another smirk.
“Oh really... Who would punish him, you? What makes you think you will ever get out of this alive?”
He looked at me as if he had been slapped in the face, telling me that it was incomprehensible. I never got to ask him exactly what he meant by this as he stumbled backwards over the parapet, and fell off the building. My eyes widened considerably at that, before I crouched down, looking over the edge of the building. Well shit... He seemed alive though. I got up and started to walk back. He wasn’t going anywhere for a while.
I entered Joss’s room a few moments later, moving to stand next to the bed, looking down at him.
“Hmm, look at you, all tied up and helpless... Poor Joss.~”
He tried to curl up, hide his vulnerability, though to no avail.
“You’re... That boy...”
I smirked.
“Oh you recognize me... I am honoured.” I sat down on the bed, watching as he tried to scoot away from me as much as possible, which was barely a few centimetres.
“Please... could you... release me...?”
I smirked, telling him that of course I could, before I moved in over him, one leg on either side of his, sliding in over him, grinning as he tensed up beneath me. Innocence. Enjoyable beyond compare. I moved a hand up over his body and shoulder, running into his hair.
“So tell me, did he ever ride you?” Might as well get some information here. My only reply though, was his futile squirming to try to get away from me. I cocked my head at him.
“Silent type, aren’t you,” not a question. I pulled back a bit, pulling Joss’s pants back up over his hips, zipping him up before moving down to lick his cheek, making him wince as he asked me why.
“Why what?” I asked, moving my hand up to play with the threads binding his arms to the bed.
“Why are you doing this?” He looked desperate, but also rather tired.
“Just looking out for my own interests... You will know soon enough, I am sure~” I told him as I started pulling at the knot at his right hand. “Just indulge me and answer the question~”
He turned his head away, telling me he didn’t know what I was talking about. Of course he did, but fine, if he wanted to play... I smirked and leaned down to nuzzle his ear with my nose before mumbling.
“I mean, did he ever let you fuck him~”
He winced, asking me to please stop. It was almost cute.
“Answer the question and I will let you go” I told him. The truth, depending on the answer, I might ask more. He looked troubled before telling me that he never did.
“A shame,” I told him, “that leads me to another question, did you ever actually get off?”
That got me an angry glare, how interesting...
“Stop. Stop it now. Please...”
I told him that really, I was just curious and that if he told me this, I would let him go... Most likely anyways. I ran a hand through his hair again, the touch bordering affectionate.
“No...! No, never...! How do you know?!” He told me with desperation in his voice.
I looked at him with disappointment.
“Such a shame... If you are telling me the truth”. I leaned down to kiss his forehead, also slightly disappointed that he had yet to figure out who I am.
“Remember those few anonymous posts you got?”
He looked angry now. Suits him~ He asked me if this was some sort of sick game to me... I cocked my head to the side.
“Well, if you wanna be all mean about it, I suppose you could call it that, meanwhile, I would just call it research...” Fitting, cling to that. He looked at me tiredly, telling me that if it is research I am doing, he would wish I would find myself another subject... I neglected to tell him that is one of the reasons for my being here... Instead I smirked at him, nuzzling his neck as I told him it would all be over soon, and finally loosening the garment around his wrists, freeing one arm before moving my hand to the next one, nails coming in handy as I cut the binds open.
I watched as he let his arms fall, dipping my head down to nip at Joss’s neck, before finally moving back from him.
“Hmm, thank you for the info.”
He drew back the instant I was off of him, drawing his knees to his chest while I got up. The ‘wait’ he uttered made me halt in surprise though, as I turned back to him.
“Yes?”
He asked me where he was.
“Do you really want to know?”
He told me that he needed to. Hardly surprising, I suppose.
“It is not enough that he won't be able to hurt you again?”
He looked up at me, asking me if I was sure. I smirked.
“Hmm, even if he returns, it is very unlikely that he will be able to harm you.”
His immediate reply was silent thoughtfulness, followed by the inquiry of him still being up there. He looked at me in confusion as I told him Elvis had left the building. Apparently not a popular culture fan, and I merely reassured him that he was gone.
“The fire escape...?” He asked, though he answered his own question. “A pity... that it did not choose tonight as the time it would break apart...”
Oh, so he does have some malice in there.
“Thank you... I guess,” was the next thing he told me. I smirked.
“No problem, I guess~” I looked at him thoughtfully before leaning down to kiss him. He drew back from me and I snorted as I leaned back again.
“Hmm, still wondering what is so exciting about you...” I looked him over “Kinda scrawny, not a particularly good kisser~”
I grinned and he covered his upper body with his hands, looking away from me before telling me that he would wish people would realize that there is nothing exiting about him.
“I suppose we will see~” I told him, looking at him and the way he was covering up.
“No confidence either.”
He turned his back to me, making me raise an eyebrow at that.
“Was that on purpose?”
He asked me what was on purpose, and I moved a hand forward to softly trace nails down his back.
“The pattern”
He winced, though talked, said it probably was, though that Christian never told him. I cannot imagine it not being on purpose. Such a symbol, that he would use that... How fitting... And rather flamboyant... I cocked my head at him.
“I am not going to hurt you.”
He looked at me over his shoulder, but didn't say anything. I ran a hand down his cheek for a moment contemplating how long I could actually leave him down there. He drew back from me again.
“Still looking for that thing that makes you so special... You don't seem softer than others either...” I told him, in case he was wondering. He looked away.
“...Why do you call me those things...?” Unexpected. I asked him what he was referring to.
“Words like... exciting... and... special... Who has ever given you reason to think that I am either...?”
I smirked at him, bending down to be at eye-level with him, letting him know that I could think of a few at least.
“Then... they are most likely mistaken...” he said, moving his head away again. I grinned and told him I suppose we will see about that, as I stood up straight again, turning to look around the room, locating the jacket I was sure I had seen earlier, putting it on before turning to look at him again.
“Hmm, you are pretty... It can't be that alone, can it?”
He snorted, telling me that people's perception of beauty is strange. I raised an eyebrow at that, not sure I agreed... At least not for the general population.
“What is it you think I find pretty about you?” I asked him. He answered that he had no idea, making me smirk again.
“Your body isn't doing it for me, if that is what you mean... Your prettiness lies in your face and if I may be so frank, your innocence.” I looked away from him, shuffling through the pockets of the jacket. Interesting.
“Innocence...? Well... I suppose that depends on how one defines that...”
I looked up at him again, grinning, eyes travelling over him as I told him what I saw. Someone used to being handled, but never really touched, or even kissed. He looked away from me. So expressive. I could get used to those reactions.
“I suppose you will see what that is like at a point... Get the more wiser... Or less innocent. If you are lucky that might just kill some of that horrible fatal attraction~”
He looked at me, sceptically.
“Strange... I've never done anything... Yet I seem... to attract unwanted attention... again and again. I wander blindly into the paths of madmen. Perhaps... there really is something about me... Something that proclaims me... a victim.”
Madmen... I chose not to comment, instead I just told him that I believe it is his demeanour. Experience weighs little compared to innocence.
“Then perhaps... I should not hide my strength... anymore...” he replied. I looked at him for a moment, contemplating this strength he claimed to have. I suppose he must have some, seeing as he is still alive in spite of what he has been through. I asked him about it anyways though.
“I... It is nothing which would matter to the likes of you... But I... I've gone through... a lot, some would say... I learned to handle it. I showed myself strong enough to deal with it. And I am still here... I am not as broken as I once thought. As he thought...”
“Showing that might not be a bad idea... Maybe stop flinching whenever people touch you,” I smirked at him. He told me that he can’t help it, and that he isn’t sure he wants to, while looking at me rather defensively. I bent down to be face to face with him again, wondering why I was even giving this advice... Possibly because the display of weakness of someone apparently strong, agitates me.
“It would keep people like me from seeing you as a challenge.”
He nodded, staring off into space.
“...people like you... Who... are you?”
I took a step forward, leaning a hand down to touch his cheek, saying that he would not believe me even if I told him so.
“Perhaps... I would not like to know, then...” He winced at the touch again, and I sighed as I drew my hand back. Disappointing, musing that it would take more than pure will to make him stop that, before answering him that no, he probably wouldn’t and besides, he didn’t believe in monsters. I turned to walk out the door as he replied.
“...no... I still don't... Though I suppose that I could not be blamed if I did.”
I smirked as I exited the room telling him no, he certainly couldn’t, though whether he heard it or not, I am not sure. |
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[May. 5th, 2007|10:58 am] |
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I found myself walking at the northern harbour a few days after the previous entry actually took place, and had a rather curious encounter.
He was coming towards me, this gangly looking guy. Weak, obviously malnutritioned so he would be of no interest as a snack. Still, bored as ever these days, I walked towards him rather then past him.
He stopped, and I continued onwards for a bit longer, stopping about a metre away from him. “Rather bold to be walking around outside at night” I started, expecting this to be amusing. I obviously startled him and found that I had to stop myself from smirking as he stepped back, hacking out an ‘Um... I...’
“Really, it could be dangerous~” I continued.
“Er... Thank you... for the warning... I think...” was his reply. He looked at me a bit curiously. Probably wondering what I was doing there... My appearance most likely having something to do with that, as always...
I pushed down the annoyance though and instead smiled at him “You are very welcome~ May I ask what you are doing here?” Not that I cared much, but it is a conversation starter, I suppose.
“I'm... just out walking... And... you?” Short and to the point. Not practiced in smalltalk it would seem. Or maybe one of those who believe it to be beneath them... Even if he didn't seem the type who likes much of anything beneath him.
I noded. “Isn't the harbor supposed to be private area though?” I asked, not entirely sure where I was going with this, but his expression proved worth the chit chat thing.
“It is... I am allowed to be here...” Are you now...
I smirked at him “Oh, you work here then?”
“... I guess you could say so...” he hesitated. I wonder what that is supposed to mean. Either way he tried to step past me, obviously not comfortable... What a shame~
“Hmm, for someone just out walking you are in an awful hurry, it seems~ But then again, as I mentioned it can be dangerous out at night...” So yes, run along home. He didn’t though, instead he stopped and looked at me.
“Then perhaps you'd better find another place to walk as well...” Never has the phrase ‘looks can be deceiving’ been more appropriate, or cliché for that matter. I circled him.
“How nice of you to worry~” Isn’t it just? “Don't, though, I am quite capable of taking care of myself... Are you?” His immediate reaction seems to be silence, then a deep inhalation through that stick of his, that humans seem so fond of that they volunteer to die over it, and then followed by more stammering.
I giggled. “I just mean, we have a full moon, imagine the deranged, practically inhuman creatures that could be out here at this time~”
“I... don't believe in monsters...” he told me. I love humans.
“Hmm, just because you can't see them, doesn't mean they aren't there.” Exept for the ones likely to stop you in the streets, and start talking to you out of pure boredom because apparently becoming a boogieman doesn’t necessarily mean you get rid of that. I gave him my best wide eyed look, and I took pleasure in the start that follows, though I am not entirely sure why exactly.
“I... guess so... But if you're right, then that is added reason for why neither of us should be out... At least I... know this place.” True. At least the bit about him knowing the place better then me.
I bit my lip thoughtfully though, deciding to lie to keep the conversation going. How bored can you get? “I have a hard time believing you would know it any better then I do?” He frowned at me.
“Do you... live near here...?” he asks me. He seems almost defensive about it, how peculiar. I cock my head at him in mock thought.
“Well, no, not exactly, but I do work here... Sort of. I tend to my hobbies out here” I fail at excuses and lies I suppose. It got a pretty nice reaction though.
“Hobbies...?” This followed by a look of slight... disbelief?
“Hmm, yes, I have a sort of... work shop, out here... I am an artiste of sort, I suppose you could say. Sculptures mostly” ...... and the lies go on.
“Oh... really...? That's... interesting.” He seems more suspicious then anything else but still, I choose to feign ignorance and instead cocked my head to the side in curiosity.
“Art interests you?”
“Yeah... At times...”
“Oh really... What kind?” This is getting to be a rather boring conversation. He took another drag before he answered me.
“...paintings... mostly...” Why am I not surprised. I eyed his cigarette, but kept my mouth shut for now.
“Really now... Ever exhibited?” There was an exhibition down here a little while ago, right? He burned his fingers on the cigarette stub and dropped it. Smooth and discreet I must say. Silence followed before he answered.
“I... have... Why do you ask?”
I shrugged. “Just curious really... I heard there was an exhibition out here recently~” He looked away. Again, very smooth...
“...really? I... wouldn't know...”
I feigned disappointment as well. “Oh I am sorry to hear that... Supposedly it was... an experience.” It was the exhibition you went to, was it not, Grae? Meanwhile, the bony guy narrowed his eyes at me.
“Well... It is... a pity... that we both missed it then...” ... Indeed...
“Ah yes, very... An... acquaintance of mine, went there... I was actually just on my way over there to check if it said anything about the exhibition still being open... (a lie if I ever heard one) Care to join me?” I gave him another innocent smile. One good thing about this body, I suppose...
I was slightly taken back by the ranting that prompted. “I'm sure your acquaintance must have given you the wrong directions, because there's nothing down that way." I was not the only liar there, I suppose.
“Oh really? I had heard it was pretty close to my workshop though” I bit my lip again, feigning interest.
“Where's your workshop?” Kinda forward, aren’t we... A bit annoying considering the fact that I had no idea where that was supposed to be as I didn’t actually have one.” I smirked in amusement though and pointed in the direction of the apparently abandoned silo near the dock to the right. He looked in the direction of where I am pointing.
“It's abandoned... At least I thought it was... Do you go there often?”
“I've... Been away for a while, but now I am back it seems. You know how it is, inspiration comes and goes~“ I circled him again and I enjoyed how it maked him tense.
“... It... does...” He really seemed abnormally weary of me. I wonder if someone ever hurt him to make him this jumpy. “I... should... get going... I have to...” he continued, stammering through whatever kind of point it is he was aiming for.
“Home?” I asked, “Sounds wise, wouldn't want those deranged monsters to get you~” He gave me a strange look and I waved at him offhandedly, giving him a cheerful smile “M' only kidding, don't worry~” He keeped his eyes on me as he got out another cigarette and lit it.
“I told you... I don't believe in monsters...” Really now... “It's humans you have to look out for...” Bingo. I was right. He turned from me, supposedly to walk away again. I looked at him thoughtfully.
“Sometimes they are the monsters.” He stopped and looked at me over his shoulder.
“Yes... They are...” he said, merely further proving my theory. “...and perhaps... you never know where they are hiding.” I had to bite my tongue to keep from snorting in amusement.
“No, it is never what you think is it... And humans are so fragile and easily disturbed.” Such lovely minds, even being born and given life can rattle it.
“Not as fragile as one might think...” I gave him a once over, loving how it made him shudder, before mumbling my reply.
“No... I suppose some aren't.”
“Um... I... should...” He looks almost... frightened now? I am hardly complaining.
“I suppose you should yes~ I should too, actually”
“...well... um...” He turned to leave and I grinned as he did, admittedly finding the whole thing immensely amusing.
“See you!” I waved at him, keeping my eyes on him as I moved back into the comfort of the shadows.
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Well, today was nothing if not informative. I decided to take a walk, that ended up being very long… Completely unplanned of course. Better yet, my “baby sitter” decided to give up halfway and go back. Either way, I found information... And a place... This should all prove interesting ~ When I came home I had another run in with the scarred one. I am not entirely sure why, but we just don’t get along. He was sitting in the living room. He looked up from his book, pale eyes making me sneer at their apparent emptiness, and I barely nodded in return as I passed him to sit down in the chair in the furthest corner. “I am pleased you are back” he said, giving me a small smile. I grumbled something unintelligible under my breath, though I suppose it was no secret to him that I was cursing him. Nothing really, was much of a secret to him for whatever bloody reason. I certainly didn’t give a damn, as long as he left me alone. Only he never did. “I could need some help with this” he smiled at me and pointed at the puzzle he was making. Apparently he had gotten bored with the side that had a picture because he had turned it around. “Why would I help you with your puzzle?” I asked him, eyeing it for a moment “And what makes you think I can even help you when you turn it like that?” my answer was another one of those enigmatic smiles as he looked back down at the puzzle. “If you cannot be bothered I can understand that, I suppose, but it does not seem like you have anything better to do, old one” I gritted my teeth at him. Old my arse... “Fine. Whatever” I got up from my seat for unknown reasons. Sometimes I had the feeling he was messing with me, though I am not sure how. Either way, I ended up spending the next few hours fitting upside down puzzle pieces together. How annoying. |
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[Apr. 29th, 2007|08:44 pm] |
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I will refrain from commenting on my last post and just leave it at that, getting on with the story I was telling… Yeah… I don’t know how much time passed afterwards. I just laid there, dully taking the beating. Feeling how my face was swelling up. It didn’t actually hurt, it just felt weird. I felt my skin getting cut, how the blood immediately pooled to the wound, gathering, before flooding out. Apparently they had a knife. I saw the blade once as they cut into my face, drawing patterns in my cheeks and forehead, cutting along the lines of my right eye -- the one not facing the ground. I sneered at the one doing it, though I could hardly see his face. Why did they bother anyways? Did they really hate me that much? I would have been dead in less than an hour, with or without them driving a stake in to my heart.
I was kicked again, the cracking of another rib; splintering this time. I somehow doubted that I had any left that were whole at this point. I groaned, but not loud enough for either of them to hear me it seemed. I would have gotten a reaction otherwise I am sure. A mocking laugh or the likes. I felt them starting to cut into the skin of my bare arms and torso and I wondered at which point they had removed my shirt. It was almost cliché how I watched him coming out of the shadows like some knight in shining armor. The shining armor bit derived from the fact that the street lights reflected in his white-ish hair, making it shine almost metallically as he moved in on the first silently taking him down, literally, as he grabbed him by the hair and forced his face into the ground, afterwards jumping over him to grab at the next one.
I felt more then saw how the third one fell. It happened in unison with another kick to my back, my spinal cord not liking the abuse but so far, no fractures it seemed. Not this time either as his foot faltered, the tip of his boot scraping along my back rather then kicking, practically falling over me as he was kicked in turn, and presumably landing a few feet in front of me.
The next one I got to see more clearly though, possibly my eyesight giving a last kick before giving out completely, and so I made sure to watch with no small amount of interest – and satisfaction – how my attackers head was separated from his body by the mere force of the kick to his face. A few metres down, the body disintegrated while the head continued on for just half a metre more before falling into dust as well, the remains getting carried off by the wind.
As I lay there, some separate part of me found this rather curious, wondering and feeling the need to test this out for myself at some point surfacing in the back of my mind. Funny how I never noticed that the body could disappear before the head. Or maybe I did and I forgot. That seemed likely as well I suppose. I wondered if it was the way he kicked that made it so. Possibly, either way, that needed looking into. Provided I survived this of course, which it looked like I would at the moment. Then again, the freak could have decided to kill me as well once he was over and done with my attackers, however illogical – all things considered – I would hardly put it past him.
I watched in silence as he turned to me after that, looking down at me. I gritted my teeth as my eyesight disappeared completely now, rendering me blind. Not that it mattered, I was completely at his mercy, though I would still have preferred to be able to see what would happen to me. I glared up at him with my dead eyes, trying to speak, but nothing came out but little rasping noises. “Don’t try to speak” he stated in monotone before moving to pick me up “And feel free to give into the sleep, I won’t hurt you.” I wondered if I would have believed him had I been more clear headed. As it was, I merely did as he told me, closing my eyes and surrendering to the sleep that would have lead to death had I been human. |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2007|10:08 pm] |
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[Feb. 4th, 2007|08:35 pm] |
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and so here it is, the second half of my little encounter
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[Jan. 18th, 2007|03:57 pm] |
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... I had a rather interesting encounter...
I don't know what to make of it, and frankly, I don't want to make any of it... Basically I am just going to write it down and get it out of my system, so to speak...
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[Jan. 10th, 2007|10:14 am] |
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[Nov. 6th, 2006|10:20 pm] |
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I think I might be getting paranoid...
I went outside again today. As usual, I didn't really expect anything to happen. It didn't, either. As a matter of fact it seemed a more uneventful night then any of the previous ones, as I barely saw any people at all, and had no incidents where I needed to take cover to avoid potential exposure.
I did however, have a constant nagging feeling that I was being watched, observed, and followed almost from the moment I exited the layer, and until the time I returned. I even took a back-way in, so whoever might be following me, wouldn't be led to the main entrance.
Ridiculous, really. Some part of me even still seem to believe I am being followed, which only strengthens my belief that I am beginning to imagine things that are not actually there, as I am currently back in my room, sitting on my bed, writing in this blasted thing.
Aside from that, it seems to be getting increasingly harder to get in and out of here unnoticed. I had to knock someone down today, to get past him. Being locked in my 'cell' for the majority of the time and avoiding everything that can talk and possibly blab to the wrong people, I am not as informed as I am used to, and so it comes as a bit of a surprise to me that this place is getting so damn crowded. Half of them doesn't even belong here, and is here, seemingly with no other purpose then to just, be. They should just bugger off home to their own bat caves so I can continue my little roundabouts unnoticed! |
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[Oct. 12th, 2006|07:23 pm] |
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It has been about a week since the last time I went outside. The bruises are healing, and basically gone, but I will wait a day or two more before I go anywhere again. Being who I am, I can cover for a few bruises, but worse then this, and it will start getting suspicious. I haven’t exactly been bored in the last week. The little freak vampire gave me a few things to turn over in my head. Aside from that, I had visitors. Theodore… I still have not figured out quite why, but I will probably get back to that once I have had a chance to analyze this further. Also, I had a more, peculiar, experience. A woman walked into my room yesterday, barely “Hi!” she greeted cheerfully, and I had to suppress the urge to winch at the tone. “How are you feeling?” she continued. I blame the hit my head took under the fight with G.R.A.E, for the fact that I seemed to have lost the ability to speak. She stayed and chatted on like that or the next 15 minutes. It appeared it was her, who gave me the diary I am writing this in. At a point it occurred to me that she might have me confused with someone else. As she continued babbling on about things I was only half listening to though, I came to the conclusion that no one is that much of an idiot. She ended her stay by bowing and saying she would return at a later date. I wonder if she even realized how little I was actually participated in the conversation… Either way, she is gone now. The fact that I don’t really are seems to make me able to control my curiosity and rather deep confusion, at least until such a time where she might return. |
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