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Post by Man of Many Murders on Nov 28, 2007 22:26:51 GMT -5
Cowl watched her drink blood. Not once did he turn away like most would have done. He observed finding it interesting how she spoke to the animal before she drank it's blood. He wondered just what she had told it. How did she make it so calm. As she put it on the ground and asked for the blood Cowl had taken he nodded. Reaching into his cloak he pulled out a three bottle. Each of them seven inches high with the base the size of a coffie mug. All of them had a stopper and each were in the form of lavatory beakers. He walked over to her handing her three of them. It was the same amount she had taken from him the first day. He had no idea how long it would last but he hoped it would be sufficent. "here." He said aloud.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 30, 2007 7:03:42 GMT -5
Eithne looked at the beakers, it was more than she thought Cowl would have taken. She nodded, looking at the blood and feeling all the more hungrier as it sloshed in the beakers, it was weird- there seemed something oddly... wrong about drinking from a vial... about being watched while drinking from a glass. She looked towards Cowl, her red eyes scanning him for a few moments. Had he really gauged her feeding so much? Had he really made the effort to figure out this about her? What was he trying to do? He couldn't have been up to much good- that was for sure.
Eithne took the vials, opening one and she smelled it- trying to pick any impurities as her gaze watched Cowl untrustingly. She didn't believe this was an act of kindness- there was something, somewhere. She knew it. Drinking straight from someone gives you a safeguard- they wouldn't poison themselves, but from a vial- they were able to do whatever.
She continued watching him as she raised the beaker to her lips, she drank slowly, the blood was already tinged with a stale taste from being separated from the body for too long. She finished the first one, and she spent a few moments wiping the blood from her mouth and she handed the glass container to Cowl, "Atleast I'm not dead yet. Damn human..." she looked at the other two beakers, two more chances to poison her- lace the blood with silver nitrate or holy water... it would be all too easy. Especially since holy water can't be smelled and it's effects take a few moments... it was holy water she was wary of.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 1, 2007 14:54:25 GMT -5
Cowl watched her drink satisfied. So did that mean she trusted him? Cowl doubted it. Just from the look in her eyes he could tell she was questioning why he had done this. Cowl's thoughts were confirmed when she commented after drinking the blood. He sighed aloud. It was so hard just to get her to trust him. Why were all vampires so unopened? Is it because they have no sense of humanity. No Cowl couldn't believe that. Everyone, vampires alike had human emotions. And surly she had some as well. After all by taking the risk of drinking the blood and then feeling angry about it after words told him this. He spoke to her again. "Can we move now?" He really wasn't fond of forests. He remembered what happened last time they were in a forest. How they ran into that man who had tried to kill Eithne. He wondered what ever happened to that man
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 1, 2007 19:24:02 GMT -5
"Why do you want to leave the forest?" she asked, no doubt she was thinking there was something planned on the way out. "and about your thoughts, if you must know- trust is a terrible device, used to deliver the worst attacks against the weakest defenses." she had obviously been listening to his thoughts, and she drank the second beaker, no look of satisfaction came to her face from the drink, she seemed completely unchanged due to it, except for her eyes began to revert to thier normal shade of red. "So trust can't be afforded anymore, lest someone actually knows where your heart is placed." she looked darkly towards Cowl for a few moments before handing the second glass container to him.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 3, 2007 12:26:22 GMT -5
Cowl looked at her stunned. He really hated how she read his thoughts all the time. It was unfair to have an ability like that. He took the glass from her hand and looked toward the edge of the forest. "I'm just uncomfortable with being here." He didn't know if she remembered what had happened in this forest. With that man. Cowl placed the two empty bottles in his cloak. "You never told me how often you have to drink blood." He said wanting an answer. He had his own reasons for wanting to know about that. But he doubted she would tell him. After all this was Eithne.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 3, 2007 21:46:25 GMT -5
"If I wanted you to know, I would have told you." she smiled as she looked around the forest, "And relax a bit- it's a forest, it doesn't scheme, it doesn't plot. It's completely innocent. There's nothing to fear." she nodded, back at the school there would be conniving, scheming, evil, and all other attributes that could be found in humans. She looked towards him, her gaze bright cherry red, swirling with captured flames as if from the sword of Archangel Michael. She drank from the third and last flask, blood dripping down the side of her mouth and she quickly finished it, the fire dimming from her eyes, the burst of energy from returning to human's blood vanishing and she motioned with her hand towards the school, "You may feel free to leave if you wish." she didn't particularly even want Cowl here... and it kinda showed.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 4, 2007 8:54:11 GMT -5
Cowl watched her drink the last flask and took it from her once she had finished. He listened to her talking about how the forest wasn't evil. And Cowl agreed. There is no reason to fear the forest. But that was not what he feared. He feared why might inhabbit it. But despite his feeling, and even Eithne's small attempt to get rid of him he shook his head. "I think I'll follow you." He said giving her a small smile. This was the longest Cowl had ever been with Eithne. He was still interested in what she spent her time doing all the time she was away from everyone else. That was why he wanted to stay with her. That and the fact that just her prescene filled his heart with warm. But of course he would never tell Eithne that. After all she still hated all humans. Cowl wondered what were to happen if he changed. If he became like her or something else. Would she like him then?
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 4, 2007 15:49:01 GMT -5
Eithne's shoulders sagged with Cowl's new resolve and she looked at the ground, obviously annoyed with Cowl's decision. "I don't hate you because you're human. I hate you because you're typically so, but what makes you think that if you made yourself something different that it would change my mind instead of making it decidedly worse for yourself?" she told him, she didn't dislike humans for being humans, just acting like they always seem to. She DID hate vampires, werewolves, and the sort for who they were- they were unnatural beings that were damned to hell. As was she. She deplored thier existance and would go to the ends of her strength to rid her life of them all.
Ethne's red eyes darted up, though and scanned the forest as if something was suddenly wrong. In that moment she collapsed to the ground, the sound of a loud sound bolting into the air, the sound of gunfire of all things and Eithne was still on the ground, whatever it was, she had detected it too slowly. Eithne's wound sizzed slightly and the blood that came from the hole bored between her eyes boiled as steam rose from it. Something was going on and Cowl would be in the center of it all. Lucky him. ^^;
(I've lost hope that Kim will ever post like she promised, so I'll post it because I'm not procrastinating any longer *sigh*)
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 4, 2007 16:41:50 GMT -5
All of Cowl's nightmares came to life as a gunshot rang off into the distance. In a matter of seconds Eithne was shot in the head by a sniper. Time seemed to slow for Cowl in those few moments. Horror struck his face as he screamed Eithne's name so loud that the forest boomed. Cowl feel to his knees sweating uncontrollably as tears began falling from his eyes. All he could do was watch the steam rise from the bullet hole in Eithne's head as he was on his knees frozen. He couldn't move, as if he were paralyzed all over his body. Only the words, "She's dead." Rang over and over in his head. It had been so unexpected. How could Eithne not be able to dodge the bullet? And why did she now leave him? After he was getting her to start to open just a bit. And even care. And like it everything seemed to be ending at this moment.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 4, 2007 16:48:29 GMT -5
"Shut up, you pansy! Now what the fuck was tha-" Bang. Eithne had just begun sitting up and she was shot in the head again, amazingly in the same spot. Whoever it was out there, they weren't going to miss. Eithne wasn't dying, apparently... though something seemed to be happening.
"She should be dead! What the fuck?!?!" A suprising figure sat in the trees, her blue eyes looking down at Eithne and Cowl, she took a round out of her pocket and licked it, "Salt rounds!?!? God! Why!?!?" she spoke angrily to herself, in her ears was a pair of ear plugs and her rifle was a pretty bright green, every detail adjustable to her own needs. She now reached into her pocket and withdrew a different bullet, this one silver. That should be good for this case. Because everyone knew that salt was to be used for evil spirits- duh! Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail when she shot, making it so it didn't get in the way- because that would be a bother, wouldn't it? Damn sure it would!
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 4, 2007 17:02:55 GMT -5
Cowl stared as Eithne arose from the dead. Or at least thats what he thought it was. Cowl was so happy more tears came from his eyes. "Your alive." He mouthed but no words came out. Then another split second later another bullet rang from somewhere not that far and struck Eithne again. Cowl stared in fright once again as a woman with blond hair stood up. His eyes were full of rage as he watched her complain about firing salt bullets. Why salt? Salt didn't have any effect on vampires. At least thats what Cowl thought. Cowl watched her take out a silver bullet. That was definitely lethal to vampires. Cowl did the only thing he knew he could do. He fell ontop of Eithne his body completely covering hers making sure nothing was showing over his. If she wanted to stay alive she would not move. But Cowl couldn't help but feel good about his chest pressed up against her. He had to fight the response to smile.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 4, 2007 17:36:23 GMT -5
(The sniper chick lady didn't stand, she'd lose her positioning and her natural point of aim would change. There's no way in earth or hell she'd stand when she's still shooting. She's been in kneeling position the entire time.)
Eithne's eyes opened wide, back to life again, and Cowl was there... why the hell was Cowl there? She listened for a few moments but she frowned, Cowl's heartbeat was too loud from this close and she couldn't hear a single thing. "Okay, so I see your 'brilliant idea' but were there any other possible options?" she asked. Now, see... first thing to notice was Eithne was obviously very unhappy. Second thing to notice was Eithne was talking... she wasn't a mute, apparently. She was most certainly uncomfortable as well, she could smell Cowl- he smelled disguistingly human and he felt exceedingly odd against her, the warmth contrasting her utter lack of body heat.
Cecelia dropped to a kneeling stance again, rather annoyed now that there was a human blocking the shot. She looked kinda annoyed at this point, well really annoyed. Her blue eyes looked through the scope as she waited, waited for them to move. She wasted two rounds already- this should have been done already- now look! Man, the Sir wouldn't be too happy about this. She gave a mental sigh.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 4, 2007 17:55:57 GMT -5
Cowl was astonished as he lay on top of her. She spoke her voice was a bit annoyed but it was unique. And it was wonderful. It sounded very famine and to Cowl warm and soothing. At least to Cowl. He was so surprised that she had actually spoke to him. It was something, Cowl was sure she never did. And then the evil Cowl took over. The Cowl that was eager and daring and most likely would never had done this. But the situation called him out and it was only to do one thing. While she spoke her last sentence hanging Cowl spoke back his voice calm. "Shut up." He said. He bit on his own tongue blood squirting from it. Then he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her even inserting his tongue into her mouth. If she decided to move him off her or anything that would give out position. He did this for one reason. Hopefully she would drink the blood in his mouth. And in doing so hopefully it would give her enough strength to get them out of this. That and he wanted to kiss her. So badly he would bit his own tongue as hard as he did to do it.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 4, 2007 18:36:14 GMT -5
Eithne pulled away, her eyes obviously angry, "I'll kick you!" she growled. She spoke of course in life or death situations- otherwise it'd just be silly. But what WAS silly was that this imbecile wanted what at a time like this? He wanted to make out or whatever? The absurdities of the situation were endless. She would have given anything at this moment to get away from Cowl, the dirty good for nothing bastard. You can guess who skyrocketed to the top of Eithne's 'To Be Killed In Thier Sleep' List.
Cecelia stopped, her expression confused, "What the hell are you two doing?" she called to them, her voice displayed her confusion. She lowered her rifle from her shooting stance, luckily she didn't have to worry about a sling at the current moment, otherwise it would be certainly more awkward.
A figure walked towards the tree where Cecelia sat, a wide brimmed hat pulled down slightly and his reddish brown hair was to his shoulders, loose as it rippled in the wind. His auburn eyes looked up at Cecelia and he shook his head, "I think they're students. You wandered onto school grounds."
"Shiaza!" she cursed in German as she opened the bolt and began the task of removing the round from the barrel, an annoyed expression on her face. "Ummm... Sorry, I guess!" she called to the two.
"And what if they weren't students?" the man asked, an eyebrow raised as he looked up at Cecelia.
Cecelia sighed exhasperatedly as she muttered something under her breath, reloading the rifle, unhappy that it had to get so tedious like this. "Yeah, yeah... always be ready..." she shook her head, looking down at the two a ways away. "Why didn't you say anything, anyways?"
"I didn't think you'd shoot to kill so quickly... I thought you'd think it through more." He shrugged before looking 'down-range' towards the small group. "She won't shoot! It's safe!" he called to them.
Eithne locked gazes with Cowl, "If you move- I could very well be dead. Don't get up. They're slayers and they don't care about lies or not." she said, her voice dark as she spoke. Her red eyes burned as she turned her head to look towards the people, she didn't trust other students, so of course she wouldn't trust strangers and she considered Cowl an idiot if he trusted these people.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 4, 2007 18:47:41 GMT -5
Cowl raised his head up trying to keep all the blood in his mouth. As she spoke he was angry with his self for doing what he just did. But he didn't move. And he knew she was pissed. But as he sat there blood continuing to flow in his mouth and his lips moved to talk blood dripped from his mouth like drool and onto eithne's face in drops. Then as he did try to talk his gag reflexes kicked in from all the blood and he leaned over the blood squirting from his mouth all over Eithne's face. He had no way to know that was going to happen. He had tried to pull it in but the blood in his tongue was still coming. Cowl felt very sorry but did not try to move or talk as he sat there embarrassed with blood continuing to flow from his mouth.
A girl of twelve years of age suddenly appeared behind Cecelia. She had long purple colored hair spiked. She wore a plain black skirt with a white fleas shirt and a red bow with long ties that reached to her waste. Crosses were embedded across her forehead connected to each other. She had her arms wrapped around Cecilia's waste her head pressed against the middle of her back. She spoke her voice that of a childs. "I missed you." She spoke as if she had known this woman all along. And yet this was the first time she had met her. "My name is road. Whats yours?"
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