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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 17, 2006 18:37:56 GMT -5
She listened as he spoke, releasing her hair from the pony tail. She smiled as he kissed her cheek. She wasn't really satisfied, she wanted to know more about him, about his daughter, about his Sire, and about the scars on his chest. She didn't press on, though, and instead nodded.
She sighed and laid her head back down on his chest, her hair falling away from her left shoulder. Though the strap of her dress covered some of it, there was a scar visible. It was a little bigger than the size of a quarter, and right over her heart. It'd been so long since she'd though about it, she'd actually forgoten it was there.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 17, 2006 18:45:55 GMT -5
Again he began to play with her hair, finding it was very hard not to. Glancing at her momentarily, he spied the scar upon her skin and reached out, tracing it with a finger very lightly before asking.
"So where's this from?"
The moment he said it he wished he'd hadn't, having forgotten that some things about people's lives and past were secret and too personal for conversation, but it was hard for him not to ask. He just wanted to know more about her, wanted to know absolutely everything. He kissed the top of her head lovingly, slightly reassuringly in case his question would upset her.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 17, 2006 19:03:17 GMT -5
She smiled, closing her eyes as he played with her hair once more. When he touched the scar, she instinctively pulled away, the memory of the night she'd gotten it flooding back to her. She didn't want to tell him about it, but she found herself talking quietly anyway, "The last relationship I was in was with a vampire I'd Sired. We'd been together the better side of 250 years. We were engaged and to be wed later that week. Though, what I didn't know was that while he was hunting one night, he'd come acrossed a slayer. She was thirteen and he was stricken by her 'beauty,' falling instantly in love with her. It wasn't until I went out and hunted one night and she'd attacked me. We fought, I won." She paused a seconed, reaching a hand up and wipping away a tear from her eye.
"I had only just bit her when he revealed that he'd followed me by not only breaking the relationship and engagement but also killing me. He... drove a stake through my heart to save a slayer..." she broke off, knowing it would probably be quiet confusing leaving it at that point, but she couldn't bring herself to continue. She knew he'd probably ask how she was there if she'd been killed, but she didn't care. She'd tell his when, and if, he asked. Now, however, she'd burried her face in his hoodie, trying to hold back the tears. She didn't still love the man that had killed her, but she had when he'd killed her. Loved him so much, that a simple 'stop' would've gotten her to allow the slayer to live. It wasn't that she'd lost him that still hurt her, it was that he'd drove that stake through her heart and killed her.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 17, 2006 19:09:02 GMT -5
He would have asked the obvious question, and was about to until she'd buried her face into his hooded shirt and began to sob. Immediatly he wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a tight, comforting embrace, his fingers still playing with her hair. He left a soothing trail of kisses on her neck, trying to cheer her up somewhat.
"It was a long time ago. Forget about it...I love you."
He kissed the top of her head again, holding her tighter now, as if he never planned on letting her go.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 17, 2006 19:24:05 GMT -5
She sort of... clung to him as though her life depended on him. She didn't want to let go, scared that if she did, she'd drown in the memories of her past. She was somewhat shocked he hadn't asked her why she was there, but still said nothing. She calmed down noticably as he kissed her neck, her breathing growing somewhat heavier.
She didn't say anything more, didn't want to say anything more, though she knew if he asked her a question, she'd blurt out the answer without thinking. She wanted him to say something, get her mind off the scar on her back and the events that had caused it. She closed her eyes, her tears having stopped. She was surprised at how heavy her eyelids felt and how easilly they stayed shut.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 17, 2006 19:28:38 GMT -5
He waited for her to calm down before saying anything else. And though he didn't want to bring it up in fear that it would upset her, he found himself asking that question that was really beginning to bother him in the back of his mind.
"How are you still here?...I'm happy beyond belief you are. But...I'm curious."
He'd always thought of death as being the finalisation to ones life. There was no way out of it, he had always been in the frame of mind that when life became too unbearable he would throw himself into the sunlight and that would be it. Possibly he'd go to hell if such a place existed, but he'd never thought there would be a way back.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 17, 2006 19:56:05 GMT -5
And there was the inevitable question. She gave a small sigh before saying, "My Sire was into magics and such. He'd taken the time to learn everything from conjuring a paperclip to bring vampires back from death, though he wasn't at all powerful enough to bring a vampire back himself. When he'd heard of my death, he worked with a warlock to raise me. Though that wasn't the end of it. I'd come back mortal, so he hand to turn me once again. In total, I've died not once, but three times..."
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 17, 2006 20:02:00 GMT -5
He gazed at her in silent interest as she explained, but suddenly felt awkward, as if he'd asked the question that was not meant to be asked, and that she was now maybe annoyed with him. His grip on her loosened noticeably at this thought, looking away in some random direction before he spoke, trying to cheer her up and at the same time not irritate her further.
"Let's talk about something else...Whatever you want to."
By now his fears had got the best of him and he'd let go of her completely, although had not shifted away or pushed her away from him, he simply lay there, staring at the cieling and awaited her response.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 17, 2006 20:24:33 GMT -5
As he released her from his grasp, she felt alone, unwanted, naked. This only caused her to cling to him more, wanting more than anything just to be near him. "Hold me..." she said, her voice barely audiable. She wanted more than anything from him to hold her and never let go.
She hadn't opened her eyes yet, finding her eyelids almost impossible to open. There was a slight glow on the ceilng, signalling the sun had risen and they were stuck in the small home until the sun sunk behind the horizon once more.
His question sinking in, she shook her head slightly. She was once more filled with curiousity and she wanted to know about his scars. "I told you my story, now you tell me yours." Her voice wasn't at all demanding, but more curious and questioning, soft and gentle.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 17, 2006 20:36:53 GMT -5
The moment she spoke he slipped his arms around her, holding her tight and close once more, kissing her cheek comfortingly. For a long while he refused to answer her question, staring quietly at the warm sunny glow on the cieling, but having to look away quickly as it stung his eyes.
"When I was a mercanary I scarcely gave people a fair fight, I'd kill them when their back was turned- maybe toy with them if I was in the right mood. But I got caught in the middle of alot of wars between clans and such..."
Sighing to himself at the memory, he squirmed somewhat, apparently something rather grotesque having flashed through his mind.
"Three clans and me in the middle. I think I was about twenty...They were warring, and I sided with one, unbeknowest to me the other two had allied together, and worked together to trap me. They tried to kill me, but gladly they were sadistic enough to capture me and torture me first. A few days later my Sire waltzed in with nothing but a dagger; all were killed, even the servants were sliced to pieces. The scars are what that clan did to me....And the bite-marks are from my Sire of course, the way he saw things, he was giving me a place to stay when I needed it, money when I needed it, saved me countless times, so that was my thank you."
Shrugging his shoulders to himself, he sighed, rubbing his eyes as if trying to rid himself of a rather traumatic image, though it was a long while ago he was still overcome with rage when he thought about it. Those bastards had to play around with him for near a week, on the plus side, it had been enough time for his Sire to find him. Idly he spoke, but in a tone that suggested he could have been talking to himself.
"But I loved my Sire, I didn't mind him feeding off me when he needed to."
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 17, 2006 21:00:40 GMT -5
She listened to him, her mind on how horrible it all was. She tightened her grip on him before forcing her eyes open. She saw the glow from the sun on the ceiling and slowly pulled herself from his grasp and sat up, stretching. Placing a hand on his cheek, he gave him a gentle smile. She wasn't really sure what to say, so she leaned down, kissing him briefly. "We need to go to bed..." she said slowly, her voice soft. "The sun's up and I can barely keep my eyes open... She kissed him once more briefly before moving under the covers. She didn't lay down though, her back leaning against one of the pillow, her eyes never leaving him.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 18, 2006 14:52:09 GMT -5
For a while he just lay there, not even reacting to her kisses as his mind seemed to have wandered elsewhere, away from the bedroom to wherever his thoughts wished to take him.
Gradually he looked towards her, having noticed after a bit of a wait that she'd moved under the covers. He stared at her blankly, until he realised what had probably been said. Nodding to himself, he followed Vira's example and shifted his position, then pulled the covers slightly over himself and lay down, his eyes returned to resting upon her face, and would not change in their direction for a while.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 18, 2006 15:00:31 GMT -5
Minerva slid down into the bed, shifting closer to him. She rested her head on his chest, her hand near her head, and closed her eyes. "I love you, Corban," she said softly as she began to drift to sleep. She shifted slightly under the covers as she murmured, "Good night..." Her last words before she felling into a deap, contented sleep, a gentle smiled on her face.
( sorry it's so short, my muse seems to have taken a lunch break... )
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 18, 2006 15:07:35 GMT -5
OOC: Really? Well can you give it a call and see if mine's with it? xP
Corban wrapped his arms around her, holding her loosely in his arms as he watched her drift off into sleep. He tried to do the same but soon found that sleep was proving quite a task for him, his mind still racing over memories and of the events of that night, of things that had been said and done. His lips parted to give way to an exasperated sigh before he kissed her forehead lightly and shut his eyes, eventually falling into a very light sleep.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 18, 2006 15:19:40 GMT -5
Minerva slept soundlessly through the night, only awakening when she heard a slight scratching sound outside. She gently easied Corban's arms off her and slowly climbed out of the bed. She looked briefly at the clock, and it was already nearly 10:00 pm. The sun had set two hours or so ago. She couldn't help but smile, looking back at Corban, his angelic features once again catching her eye. She had to tear her eyes away when the scratching reached her ears once more.
Walking out of the bedroom, she followed it through the living room and to the front door. Unlocking the door, she pulled it open, looking around. She almost missed the little thing, and would have, too, had it not let out a soft meow, causing her to look down. A little kitten had somehow lost it's way, ending up on her front porch. It was black except for a small white spot under it's chin in the shape of a crescent moon, it't big, green optics looking up at her in that unresistable way kitttens do.
She smiled, bending over and pulling the kitten into her arms. She closed and locked the door before turning and heading back to the bedroom, the kitten still in her arms.
(( Lol, I wouldn't be surprised if it was with mine, though mine does appear to have returned for the time being.... ))
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