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Post subject: So Alive ( I've Watched You Change)  Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 10:08 am |
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The sun had been down for at least an hour now, checking her wrist watch Airey sat across the street from a raggedy rundown ‘Motel 6’, her face twisted up in disgust. This is where her darling child had been staying. This nasty roach motel, the thought of him sleeping in all this filth made her stomach curl. She could deal with his drug abuse, and with his foul mouth, she wasn’t exactly the spitting image of the perfect person. But this this was disgusting, she could smell the old sex, blood and rot in the air, it was worse than a crypt, and this was where her human child had been staying. Maybe turning him early wasn’t such a horrible idea. Shoving the idea out of her head she pushed off against the alleyway wall she had been leaning against, smoothing her black flannel shirt out she straightened the shirt out before stepping out into the dimly lit street the bells and chains from her heeled boots jingling in the night as she crossed the road and moved towards her childe’s location. Hopefully if he did as he was told, he would have spent the better part of the day doing things that every normal typical human would do. Things that involved the sun, because God knows, he wouldn’t be seeing daylight anytime soon.
As she approached the front door she licked her lips nervously, her tongue taking it’s time making it’s way from one side to the other. She was nervous, and rightly so, she had never turned someone, with the intention of turning them. And she never knew the ones she turned, not Sov, not Caius...’Mara she was too drunk to remember.. Fabian would be the first child she turned that meant something before the change, and she was more than happy to leave him human. Unfortunately it was no longer an option, he’d decided to be more active, and she couldn’t protect him forever as long as he was human. Walking up to the door she pressed the already cracked door open. He was an idiot. Walking into the dump of a room she spotted Fabian sprawled out on the bed looking like a druggy angel, sterile needles, dirty needles, empty baggies of weed, coke and God knows what else littering the room. It looked like Room Service didn’t even bother coming to the room anymore. She had time, so she walked the short length of the room, there wasn’t much to it, a bed, a television, some cabinets a table with a few chairs and a small dirty grungy bathroom. If she wasn’t so nervous and worried about changing him, she’d wake him up and beat the shit out of him, this place was disgusting. He turned down her home, that she had re-built so her childer could live in peace and have a place to call their own. And he chose this dump over that. “Spoiled brat” she muttered under her breath, flicking her tongue over her fangs irately.
Tip toeing over the countless needles and empty packages she slipped into the bed next to him, sliding his head into her lap, and stroking his forehead lovingly, for the longest time she just sat there, and stared at him. He was so young, it was such a waste. “Such a waste” she murmured quietly, careful not to wake up up. Leaving his head on her lap she withdrew a dangerously sharp looking knife from the length of her boot, she had every intention of turning him while he was asleep. Gripping the knife in her hand she slid the knife through her gripped palm, she wanted to save him as much pain as she could, positioning her bleeding palm over his parted mouth she squeezed some of her blood into him, enough to numb the pain of his body dying slowly and to keep him from waking up during the process. Wincing at the tingling from the slow regeneration she squeezed out another mouthful or two and watched it seep down his throat, shame washing over her as her canines instinctively lengthened. They were ready, she however was not. Staring down at her childe she pulled a small metal flask out of her cleavage and took a long sip from it’s contents, Patron, rolled and flowed down her throat and into her bloodstream, she sat back in the bed, idly stroking his hair, giving her blood enough time to circulate through his body and taint every corner of his being.
Giving it 10 minutes or so she just waited, stroking his hair, staring at him, and eyeing the filthy room in silent rage. Eventually she sighed tiredly if she didn’t do it now, she probably never would, leaning forward close to his face she was glad she didn’t need to breathe, he’d probably make some snide comment right about now about her breath smelling like tequila and blood. (She had fed before she came.) She imprinted his face in her brain, he’d never be the same child, he’d be a real blood sucking monster after this, such a waste. Shaking her head she slowly and carefully sunk her fangs into his neck, the flesh giving away easily to her sharpened fangs. Slowly and a little shakily she began to such down his life force. Wincing at the first full mouthful of blood she almost recoiled. He tasted like Heroine and Cocaine, his entire system was flooded with narcotics of every kind and she could taste it on her tongue and feel it seeping into her own blood stream. Her sucking eventually became mechanic, she’d suck down mouthful after mouthful of the blood. Until his body gave that instinctive twitch and twirk, he was dying. Releasing his neck, she’d drained the better portion of his blood, he was dying. Reaching for her knife she carved a deep gaping hole into her arm, and held the bleeding member to his mouth, letting the blood seep into his mouth, waiting for him to come to. He’d feed enough from her to finish the transformation, and then he’d be hungry. And she knew just the place...smiling grimly she tugged the boy into her lap and propped him up in her arms, making sure that her bleeding wrist was firmly planted against his lips. Leaning back against the headboard with a tired sigh she waited, he’d either accept her gift, or reject it and die, like her Awa and Malchae did.
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Fabian Aydolette
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Post subject: Re: So Alive ( I've Watched You Change) Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 3:32 pm |
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The deal was simple. So simple and precise in fact, that he could still hear Airey’s words swimming in his head; get sleep tonight, drink lots of water, spend sometime out in the sun tomorrow, do what you wanna do that requires daylight. Straightforward and clear to all... except the teenaged misfit to whom the orders had been directed at. Although this time, he did not mean to disobey the woman’s authority. He did about a quarter of the things Airey Aydolette had asked him to; he drank lots of water... amongst other liquids that could be mistaken for water at first glance. As for doing things in the sun; well, he rarely went out during the day anyways out of fear that someone he knew might catch him. In the past, he was rarely around the City and he had take every opportunity given in his “business endeavors” to go out of town for long periods of time. But in the week or so since he had decided to stay for a while longer, Fabian had encountered many vampires; ones who would be less than pleased to find out who he was. What he was. He was his mother’s dirty, little secret. And keeping himself as such was a strenuous and tedious task. Daily baths in animal blood to hide his scent, fanged veneers over his canines, hiding any and all imperfections on his skin. Hiding his heartbeat was the toughest of them all and it was one of the reasons why he subjected himself to hard drugs that would slow the pace of the organ down to near-death.
It wasn’t his idea to stay a mortal. In fact for as long as he could remember, it had been Airey that refused to turn him and it was only she, he wished to be turned by. Monsters, she called her kind. We are monsters... But he could not see the worry in her warm eyes when she explained the dangers of being a vampire. He was blinded by his immaturity, by his want. He thirsted to become something he had only heard about. He craved to known how it felt to be able to run at unsurpassable speeds or to crawl up the side of a building. He wanted that lust and the dark beauty of the nightwalkers and to discover the unknown. Of course Airey thought he was too young; the boy was only a teenager after all. But Fabian could make no sense of her logic; as young as he was, he saw himself as robust and fit to be able to handle the vampirism. It was not as if he planned to return to his family in Wales, he had no friends he could miss. His family was here, in the city of the Undead. His family was Airey Aydolette. And for the longest time, she was also his only friend. But as he surfaced more in the nightlife of Ravenblack, he found himself meeting new beings every night. Ones to whom he had to constantly lie to. And as reckless and stupid as he was, something inside him churned disgust every time he did.
The twenty-four hours he had been given by his guardian were hardly spent enjoying the sun. Instead, the boy had shut himself into the shoddy, run-down motel room he stayed at and surrounded himself with various types of literature and media. The mass of compact disks surrounding him were nothing out of the ordinary as he spent a good lot of his free time mixing and remixing various different songs for his job as a part-time deejay but these were hardly musical CDs. They were accounts of vampire encounter, lectures from vampire theorists as well as people that claimed to be the bloodsuckers. He had decided to visit the nearest library to his motel (for the first time in his life) and bring back as many books on the creatures as he could carry. He spent his hours studying human accounts of vampirism, books written by supposed vampires as well as the few scriptures he had stolen on powers out of the Aydolette manor. By the time the sun had fallen just under the horizon, bringing with it a flush of bright pink and orange spreading over the sky, Fabian had grown uncertain of his obsession. It seemed a fledgling had a lot of work to do; gaining powers, gaining coins... behaving. He flinched at the thought of having to adhere to the whims of some of the people he had met. Then again, he supposed it would be better than him mouthing off and someone finding out his secret. Then he’d be in some deep shit. Just the other night, an occupant of the city’s tavern had caught his scent but Airey’s quick thinking and temper had warded the male off.
The last few minutes of his humanity were spent dully. He had collapsed onto the piles unmade bed sheets after pushing off the CDs, papers and books off his mattress off. Long, pin-straight tresses flared around his head like some sort of a midnight-tinted halo and the silken fringe of hair that normally covered his eyes had slid off his forehead to reveal the iridescent shade of his irises; the usual pale gold shade had contracted around his pupils to allow the darker, duller green around the edges to bleed in and take over. He ran the tip of a pink tongue over the thin, silver ring around the left side of his bottom lip before tracing the blunt edges of his teeth. It hit him then that he was about to be reborn. Sooner or later, Airey was going to come through the door of his room and quite literally, suck the life out of him. He felt the blood drain from his face, sending a rushing feeling down to his stomach, making it flip out of control. Fabian shuddered heavily and gritted his teeth. He could do this. He had to. He had heard about Airey’s parent bloodline; the Dumonts. God knew what her sire might do to her if he found out she was housing a mortal. Cattle, they call his kind; because they are feed to them, nothing more. In all his worrying, Fabian had eventually passed out, his mind unable to take the exertion of such vigorous studying. The term sleeping innocence could be rightly applied when it came to how the boy slept. At sixteen, he was still young after all. The harsh lines create by his temper when he was awake were significantly erased and without the heavy dark make-up, he looked almost... normal. It was when his breathing came out as soft, steady wisps that his beloved siress entered the room.
If he was ever questioned how he was turned, Fabian would normally not be able to answer. And if he ever found out, he would blame Airey for sedating him with her blood beforehand. By the time she had her fangs embedded in him, he was well beyond the R.E.M stage of sleep. The dream he had been having was of his real parents; his beautiful, Portuguese socialite mother had returned to his father and the divorced hadn’t happened at all. He didn’t leave Cardiff at all and had no recollection of ever being in Ravenblack or even knowing what vampires were. His dream was his idea of perfection. He felt no pain as his heart began to slow down and his breaths seeped out of him, the dream came to a slow halt like the end of a reel on a movie projector, leaving the faces of his mortal parents burnt into his slowly slipping mind. The boy’s body stilled finally and his mortal flesh grew frigid in the grasp of death. But when the first few drops of Airey’s blood trickled into his mouth and down his throat, a faint pink lit up his cheeks. Very slowly his lips pressed around the vampiress’s wrist, sealing the crimson slit. He drank deep; he wasn’t even conscious of it but damn, did the bastard drink deep. He could feel the tearing at his gums and the pain that shot upwards from the growth was enough to give him a throbbing headache. With a bubbling hiss, the fledgling’s eyes snapped open to reveal the bright, gold and green orbs from under the frame of thick, dark lashes. He had been reborn.
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Post subject: Re: So Alive ( I've Watched You Change) Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 7:52 am |
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Airey hissed loudly, her light brown hues flickering open roughly. The child had made his choice, he had accepted her gift. The thought ’unfortunately’ flickered through her head. She shook the passing notion out of her mind -it was bullshit- and pulled the boy into her arms, it was if she was trying to merge him with her own flesh and blood. She pressed dry kisses to his revived face, she had licked her lips clean of all lip gloss and lip stick, her nerves had gotten the best of hers. Flickering her brown hues over his gold and green ones she tipped her head back into the crook of his neck, tracing his artery with her tongue she flicked her tongue over the puncture wounds she had inflicted on him. She traced the hole’s with her tongue as maternally as she possibly could, trying to deny the eroticism of the act, she was simply doing it to speed up the regeneration process and prevent scarring. He was now officially her son(and a vampire), and would always be as such, eternally.
Bearing her fangs in distaste, like an irate feline Airey slipped the boy from her arms and laid him out on the bed, prying her wrist from his suckling mouth in the process. She’d need her strength for his first hunt, which of course was going to be a disaster-in-a-half. And in all honesty she wasn’t looking forward to it, not in the slightest. Slipping away from her childe she stood tall over him, staring down at him affectionately and full of pride. Love and adoration was practically oozing from her every pore, and she for once, was not nauseated or ashamed. He was her son, she was proud, there was no mistake in changing him. She affirmed to herself, flicking her tongue over her gaping wrist expediting the healing process, she’d moved to the other side of the bed now. Tripping over books, scrolls and other reading materials. What the fuck?! fluttered through her mind as she tried to step around the scrolls and books, searching for even ground so she could figure out what the fuck she was stomping on. Throwing a glare to her childe she had half a mind to scold him for living in such filth. Finally feeling like moving around wouldn’t send her pitching forward into a dirty needle she dropped down to her hindquarters, deftly dodging needles poking up like spikes in a pit of death. She felt very Indiana Jones she began to pick through the books, files and scrolls that littered his bedside.
Pride, that’s what swept through her when she figured out what the childe had been doing, he’d been researching. Doing his homework, he wasn’t just jumping into this willy-nilly with no thoughts to the future. He’d actually considered the possibility of waiting. (Probably not true, but she could fantasize and dream.) Scooping the scrolls and books that were hers and her own she tucked them into her cleavage. (You have to love those sub-space bags. So nifty.) And set to bouncing back to her feet and flopping down on top of her childe, peppering his face with kisses and nips. “Belooved chiiilde” she cooed with all the adoration and affection she could muster. “Beloved childe it’s time to hunt, before you get the munchies and decide to attack the next thing that moves. More than likely me, and I don’t like to deal with blood lusting fledglings. It’s not fun for anyone...least of all me.” Wiggling on top of her childe she rubbed her nose against his. To say she was excited about his first hunt was an understatement. It’d be his first night as a vampire, and she was determined to make sure that he’d have the best night ever. It was his birthday after all, she’d put her feelings aside, there was nothing she could do now. Better her than some random asshole on a power trip.
Nosing the childe continuously she attempted to rouse him from his daze, his eyes were wide open laying exactly where she had left him a few minutes prior. She had assumed that he was trying to get used to the light, sounds, smells and the taste of everything around him. Human’s had such dulled senses compared to their vampire counterparts she thought idly staring at the childes pretty gold-green eyes, they were like ...something she’d never seen. Nothing like her Malchae’s mud-brown eyes, tracing her eyes over the boys face, he wasn’t anything like her, pale skin, eyes like a snake, lips like a kitten, he was frail looking in every sense of the word, even more so now than he was a human. “Fucking fledglings...” she murmured quietly. Pressing her nose to his cheek she sat up and brought him with her, tossing him over her shoulder and strolling right out the door. Time to get things started, he’d wake up sooner rather than later, so she wasn’t worried about what people would think. A rather small black female, toting a large, 6 foot some man-child on her shoulders. Crossing the parking lot and shooting a look to one of the inhabitants she beamed at the woman. Walking back into the alley she had lurked in only an hour or so before and passed straight through it, not stopping to let the stench hit her senses and invade her mind. Nimbly hopping over garbage and puddles of filth. She dipped out the alley and threw the boy into the backseat of her truck, slamming the door of the vehicle closed she hopped into that pretty white Range Rover of hers and stuck the key into the ignition, and put the car in gear, pulling out of the empty parking lot and looking left and right at the intersection, before pulling her car out, turning left and driving down the road and further into the maze of lights, past the ‘Motel 6 ‘ and down deeper into the city. The night was still young.
The fun was just about to start.
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Damelo todo que eso es mio
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Fabian Aydolette
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Post subject: Re: So Alive ( I've Watched You Change) Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 8:46 am |
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Never had he experienced such a high as the one provided by the sweet taste of the blood that seeped into him from Airey Aydolette’s wrist. The crimson fluid teased the tip of his tongue before curling around it and finally drowning the muscle as it filled the imploring cavern that was his mouth. Fabian would officially be an Aydolette now... but fuck logical thinking, his mind was somewhere else entirely. He could just barely make out the texture of the dirty ceiling that hung above his dark-haired head; the spots of rot danced in front of vision, blurring in and out of focus. He followed his siress’ motions with ease, though his body had been weighed down significantly; both by his transformation and the process of it. It was as though his entire system had mostly shut off and switched to the ‘energy-saving’ option, like most electronic devices tend to have nowadays. The change was sluggish at first; his heart rate had come to a slow stop before thudding every now and then to pump the pint or two of blood he fed through his system. His brain could make out nothing for too long; every vision, sound, feeling was fleeting. His mind itself felt detached from his body.
As the wet feeling of the woman’s tongue swept over his pale neck, Fabian’s features twisted into a faint grimace and had he been in the right state of mind, he would have reached out and slugged her for such an intrusion on his person. The tickling sensation that prickled over the twin incisions escalated to tiny jolts of sharp pain as the skin and flesh grew back and sealed over the fangs’ markings, making them damn near undetectable.
Her voice laced with a sickening mix if sweetness that was something like sugar and honey, made the tiniest hairs over the back of his neck stand on end and his lips peeled back if just slightly to form an attempt at a grimace. Even as her face drifted close to his own, he could make out the brown eyes but not much else; needless to say, his mind was completely out of focus and concentrating on more than one thing at a time proved to be a chore. So, when Airey effortlessly hoisted Fabian onto her shoulder, the boy hung there limply, staring at the familiar floor of his motel room recede as she hauled him out.
It was during this transition, when his mind and body returned to a less useless condition. Like a light being switched on, his mind flickered through every new bit of change his body was going through and his body responded by taking in every new observation it could. Despite being a good block or so away from the motel, he could hear the scuttling of the tiny feet of the mice that decided to make a habitat out of the inn. The smells were never ending; whether it be a thing or a place or even people passing by, he could smell them. He knew kin, from... prey. In the pitch darkness of the night, he could see everything as if it were clear as day. Fabian groaned finally and wrenched lightly in Airey’s grip, squinting and rubbing furiously at his eyes before a sharp pain twisted at the base of his stomach; his body was begging for something; it was a foreign sort of thirst and Fabian realized he was parched. He needed to feed. The growing pain caused him to snarl and accidentally bite into the tip of his tongue with his newly acquired fangs, an instant wince following the mishap. Fabian blinked a few time before reaching up to press his thumb against his canines, wincing as the pointed end sliced the pad of the digit open.
“Ow...” he frowned in annoyance, dipping his head to lick the wound, watching in amazement as the same, prickling feeling occurred and the slice skin sewed itself together as if the accident hadn’t occurred at all. It was then he released that he was being carted off by a small black woman. The boy’s dark-haired head snapped to the side to glare over his shoulder at the back of his siress’ head. “Aren’t you romantic.” He snorted softly before yelping as the woman tossed him into the back of a vehicle. He inhaled lung-fulls of the smell of the interior, nose twitching lightly as he could almost taste the ganja she had probably been smoking. Fabian grinned at the thought and leaped forward between the two front seats, staring out at the road with crazed, amber eyes. His lips pulled back further to reveal the growing fangs, his voice pouring out in a low, nauseatingly sweet purr.
“Ma... I’m hungry.”
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