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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2011 23:05:50 GMT -8
Effie meets Bella and Edward (Note: Effie is a witch and she can read minds as well, but she can do more with her power and she just has more decency that Edward. She actually actively tries to block people out instead of breaking into their minds without a second thought.)
I groaned inwardly as the peppy-looking blonde girl walked up to our lunch table. She was practically dancing toward us, but Alice was infinitely more graceful than a human could ever dream of being. The fact of her unfortunate hair color made everything worse for her. Not to mention the horrid, tight red shirt she wore. A black cross with a snake on it was emblazoned on the front, and a crown a pair of wings were located above it. The jeans she was wearing were also faded. I didn't like dressing up, but I knew I had better taste.
I was glad to see that Edward hadn't even moved his butterscotch eyes away from me, but something about her made me feel sick to my stomach. His topaz eyes were tight as he tried to keep his loving gaze on me. I smiled at him and reached up my hand to touch his cold face. I didn't notice the girl had stopped right in front of me.
"Hi," she said a little too brightly to all of us. No one should be this happy in Forks. The constant cover of rain and clouds was enough to put a damper on Mary Poppins's mood. I knew I would never get used to it, but Forks meant Edward. He kept me in this rainy prison. He was the only one I would stay for. Charlie had already live seventeen years without me. What was ans eternity more?
I barely heard a small scoff in my direction before everyone at the table -- minus Edward and myself, of course -- returned her greeting just as warmly.
"My name's Sophia Richards, but you guys can call me Effie. Is it all right if I sit here until the period ends?"
No, I thought to myself. I didn't need one more idiot babbling gossip as I looked at my future as a powerful Cullen sitting next to me. To my immense displeasure, however, Jessica nodded her head excitedly. The girl whose name I had already forgotten sat down, unaware that she would now have to deal with Jessica's nattering and Lauren's nasal tones now. I tuned everyone out and focused on Edward -- and he on me -- out until I heard Jessica say my name.
"And this is Bella Swan and Edward Cullen." I reluctantly turned my head from the god sitting next to me and studied the girl now sitting across from me. Her eyes were green -- though they probably weren't as vibrant as Edward's had been when he was a human --and her smile was beginning to aggravate me. I wished the period would end so I wouldn't have to deal with her.
"Hi, Bella, Edward."
"Hello." Edward's velvet voice only had the surface pretense of politeness. I was the only one who could sense his immense disgust at having to deal with a blonde. The girl was obviously vapid. She didn't notice a thing. Most of the humans made that mistake when it came to the Cullen family.
"Hi," I said in a low whisper. Her smile finally began to fade once she realized that I wouldn't make nice like the other humans already had. I mean, who did she think she was -- no one had the right to make me pull my attention away from Edward's godlike face. She snorted just then.
"What's so funny?" Edward demanded.The politeness was gone. I furrowed my brow; surely he could read this ordinary girl's mind and see her shallow reason for laughing. I was obviously a special case, a closed book. He could never know what I was thinking.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she asked him before turning her attention to the others. "You know what? The bell's about to ring. See you around." She turned her average face to me as the others said goodbye.
"I'll see you two in English," was all she said before she left. Good riddance.
"Looking forward to it." Heavy sarcasm. She shook her head and walked back to her own table. -- "Seriously, Al, you'd think they smelled something horrible. Well, two stuck-up a-holes like those two deserve each other."
Effie Richards was now with her twin brother Alphonse in their free period. She'd noticed Edward Cullen staring at her a couple of times. Bella Swan sure wasn't happy about that. She seemed to whisper something to her boyfriend.
"How do you know they're stuck up, Ef?" Alphonse asked. Effie looked at him. "Were they that distant with you?"
"Yes, Al." Her tone hardened slightly at the memory of the two not even sparing a glance at her until Jessica Stanley had told her their names."Furthermore, all of her thoughts were focused on Edward's looks. Nothing about his personality. At least Sam gave us the Mind-Block potion before we got here. Cullen reads minds, too."
Alphonse nodded, not looking at his sister anymore. He could feel Edward's eyes on the pair, and now he stared back defiantly. Effie didn't pay attention to him.
"Soemthing's up with him, Al. He wanted to throw up just 'cause I'm blonde. I wonder if a blonde person killed his parents and gutted his dog."
"Effie!" She ignored him and stood up. She needed air. She didn't miss Edward Cullen getting up to follow. -- "What's your deal?"
Effie had just come out the girls' bathroom when she saw Cullen in front of her. She had wanted to brush past him and return to Alphonse, but she was taught by her parents not to ignore anyone. Instead, she stared directly into his unnatural yellow eyes. Was he sick? He looked too muscular to be sick, but he was so pale and there were deep purple circles under his eyes, so she couldn't tell.
"No deal." His tone of voice was soft. "You... fascinate me, Sophia." He smiled at her, but this only made her feel worse. She had seen his mind at lunchtime. He threw a mental fit because he wanted access to her mind, but the potion made it impossible. This made her sick. She knew she had the same ability, but people's minds were still a safe haven for thoughts that they didn't want to bring to the surface. She made to leave, but a hand much too cold to be normal found itself on his shoulder and squeezed. Effie recoiled. The instant pain she felt was sharp. This boy could easily break her bones if she wasn't careful.
"I just want to talk to you." An angry edge let itself into his voice. Effie reluctantly turned around after he let her go.
"Fine. Talk." Cullen was beginning to creep her out. He placed his cold hand on her shoulder again. He wasn't about to let her go until he was done.
"You're the first interesting person I've ever met since Bella came to Forks six glorious months ago," he said. "I want to get to know you."
Effie did not like the vibe she got from him. He definitely wasn't human. Whatever he was, he was definitely much stronger than much of her family combined.
"Well, I don't want to know you, Edward." A small voice told her that she would have no choice. As his strange eyes narrowed, she began to fear that this was true. "Besides, Bella's your girlfriend Cheating is a no-no in my book." And with that, she managed to get free of his grip and ran back to the school library, fighting back tears the whole way. -- "Hi, Bella."
I was chagrined to find out that this girl and not Edward was my partner in this English project. Luckily, it was on Romeo and Juliet, so I knew that this would go quickly. Still, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I relived the painful memory of Edward leaving my side to go after her. He hated blondes as much as I did. Besides, even though I was tragically aware of my plainness compared to his godlike looks, the idea of him leaving me permanently was too much to bear.
"Hi," I finally replied as she sat across from me. Her words were easily forgettable as I thought of the miraculous moment Edward and I would be reunited. She opened her copy. It looked fresh, not dog-eared as mine did. She obviously didn't read and understand the love story and she must have gotten upset over that fact. What a shame. Her shrill voice broke through my thoughts.
"Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?" I was indignant.
"Excuse me?" Nothing was wrong with me.
"You can't go one minute without thinking about Edward Cullen?" What was the matter with that? She must have been jealous after she realized that he would love only me and would never pay attention to her.
"Of course." I said this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was. "He makes me happy... complete. You don't understand that because you only just met him."
"Dude, that was enough time for me to figure out that he's a creepy a-hole," she said calmly. I bristled. How dare that-- that human talk about him that way? After a brief intermission I found my voice again.
"He is not! He's wonderful and unselfish and loving and --" Her high-pitch whiny laughter cut me off.
"Please! He's none of that. He's a kid who doesn't know how to deal with not getting what he wants," she said. I felt my cheeks go hot and tears come to my eyes.
"You just don't understand him and the beautiful man he is!" I said. Romeo and Juliet were forgotten at that moment. All I wanted to do was to prove this girl wrong and humiliate her in front of Edward. But she was having none of it.
"That's subjective, Bella," was all she said. She didn't even know he was the most gorgeous creature on the planet! How dare she say that?
"Besides, I know that you don't care about any of that. You just want to stay young forever."
"That's not true!" I got up to my feet as quickly as I could without getting hurt. "I am in love with Edward Cullen and he loves me and... and you're just jealous of that!" But she shook her head with a smile.
"I can read minds, you know. And unfortunately, I can see into your bonehead. You don't love him. You love his beauty and his money and his immortality. What would Winnie Foster and the Tucks say about that?" She asked herself the last question. I didn't understand a bit of it.
"You make me sick, Bella Swan, and I usually don't say that to anyone I've known for more than 72 hours." With that, she left me alone with the project. But the immediate sight of Edward heading toward me washed all the displeasure away from my body as soon as I was in his marble-like arms once more. The girl was nothing to me, after all.
(Yeah, went off on a bit of a tangent near the end. But Effie would definitely hate B&E's guts, especially when she finds out he was a creepy stalker who broke in to Bella's house. I'll do Alphonse's reaction next.)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2012 22:45:06 GMT -8
Name: Raina Durham Species: Selkie (Seal Shape-shifter) Gender: Female Age: 18
Background: Raina is a selkie, a type of seal shape-shifter who take human form and live among us.
Unlike the legends of them, however, selkies can change their form to that of a massive seal without a seal-skin; they could be called the "cousins" of werewolves. Their patron goddess is Sedna, Lady of the Seas, who is also known as the "Great and Terrible Mother" who all selkies are descended from. Additionally, selkies have blue blood akin to that of horseshoe crabs', not only allowing for their amazing self-healing abilities, but also their ability to survive in coldest areas on Earth.
Since time immemorial, the selkies and vampires have been mortal enemies. After a misunderstanding where a selkie's human bride was accidentally killed, her father, known as the "Hunter", made a pact with the leaders of the vampires. In exchange for being turned, the Hunter vowed to slaughter each and every last selkie, collecting their blood to be a commodity for the vampires. Coveted by humans for its healing properties, and even more so by vampires for its invigorating and entoxicating ones, the selkies' very blood proved to be their downfall as the Hunter slowly eradicated their race.
Raina, one of the last remaining selkies, struggles to make her way in this world - and to survive. Unfortunately for her, her selkie guardians have decided to relocate their residence to Forks the same year as Bella did...
(First Person POV)
Alice & Jasper
No sooner had I settled into my new seat and lifted my head to get a clear view of the teacher rambling on in her half-undecipherable, foreign-accented language, the inevitable, same sickeningly sweet scent wafted ever so gently into my nostrils. I froze, my muscles stiffening immediately and my hands unconsciously clenching into fists; however, unlike before, no gust of wind directly shoved the scent in my face, and it wasn’t nearly as bad as before – just slightly more potent than the musty odor of my house – but still powerful enough to cause hyperventilation and an icy burning in my esophagus. I drew in a deep breath after a few long moments, and felt only a tingling sensation in my lungs this time; this, I could bear. After all, I was already getting used to the ever-present scent inside my home – how different could facing this one scent be?
“Psst,” I heard a tiny voice whisper, or, at least I thought I did; the sound was so quiet it sounded more like someone exhaling. I ignored it, at least until it sounded about two to three more times, getting louder and louder, until my curiosity and irritation got the better of me.
Ever so slightly, I turned my gaze to my left, where the scent had come from, and peered right into the smiling face of the pixie-like, raven-haired, angelic girl, the one who’d given me a thin smile before. This time, she flashed a wide grin at me, revealing a dazzling set of teeth; some inner part of me shuddered in response, for some reason I couldn’t quite identify. From the looks of it, she either had a dentist for a dad, or just recently had had them bleached – despite having near perfect, stunning white teeth myself, her grin had sort of a…wrong feeling, like it was too artificial.
“Hi,” the girl whispered in a high-pitched, musical voice, “I’m Alice.”
I stared at her, speechless – as well as surprised and somewhat confused by her ecstatic expression. The girl, Alice, stared at me expectantly, as though impatiently waiting for my reply – which she probably was. I also noticed her nostrils were flared, and although her body was angled towards me, but her lithe body was leaned back as far as the chair would allow…like I, too, possessed some sort of awful, odorous stench.
The way she looked at me and talked, despite her friendliness, somewhat unnerved me – from the way she spoke, Alice seemed to be so excited to meet me that her wide grin seemed to be bursting at the seams. Her surreal, gorgeous looks, and nice clothes that looked fresh off the design market despite their casual look - combined with her reaction to my presence (minus the negative gesture with her body language) - vaguely reminded me of a black-haired, Goth-style Barbie doll - only life-size and very much alive.
“Um…hi?” I replied, unsure of how to phrase my words correctly and the end of my greeting rising a few octaves as though I were asking a question, abeit a rude one at that; unlike the other students, who asked me about trivial matters, I sensed that Alice wanted to hear about something else entirely. By now the potency of her scent (I assumed some came from merely her exhalation when she spoke, swirling around my nose like a indispersible cloud) had seemed to strengthen along with the strange heartburn sensation in my lungs, and I realized I was taking rapid, shallow breaths akin in my attempt to keep a level voice with her.
I coughed nervously, partially to clear my throat, and whispered back awkwardly, “Erm…I’m Raina. Raina Durham.” I added the last fragment on for measure, in case she didn’t already know my full name, which I highly doubted.
“Oh, I know,” Alice said in a low tone, still beaming at me. Of course she would know who I was – by now every single person in Forks High, even the eccentric, oddball and outcast group of gorgeous students that Alice belonged to, would know who I was, especially with the recent, embarrassing asthma occurrence. I groaned inwardly at my stupid replies, as I tried to unravel the cause of my sudden lack of ability to speak – with no success.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed another strangely familiar head turn; it was the lanky, blonde-haired boy from before, staring at Alice and I from across the room. He gave her a baffled look that darted to my face for a brief second or two, his dark eyes questioning and cautious. He seemed to be just as confused and taken by surprise at Alice’s unexpected actions as I was. I glimpsed as Alice shot him a glance that seemed to say “trust me”; the blonde-haired boy closed his eyes and shook his head, but returned to taking notes on the teacher’s lecture. I could’ve sworn I saw him still watching Alice and I also out of the corner of his eye, his carefully guarded gaze especially lingering on me.
“Oh, don’t mind Jasper,” Alice whispered reassuringly, “He’s very protective, you know.”
“Um…yeah, I can kind of see that,” I said, forcing myself to stop looking at him. Jasper’s watchful staring, coupled with Alice’s hovering attention and the overpowering, stifling odor emanating from Alice herself, was really starting to make me uncomfortable - adding to the discomfort and shame already caused by my little breakdown before.
As if on cue, Alice said in her trilling, happy voice, “Don’t worry, I’m not talking to you just because of what happened at lunch.” Strangely, I felt relief at her words, and my tensed muscles relaxed slightly, but my mind was still spinning with confusion at my suddenly apparent and inexplicable weakness of speech, in the form of tongue-tied-ness. For the life of me, I couldn’t determine the underlying cause to my affliction – and despite Alice’s genial introduction and assurance, I still felt like a tightly wound, tense wire, ready to spring at any moment. I glanced down at my hands, folded over one another and resting on my lap – to my shock and surprise, they were trembling.
Get a grip, Raina, I told myself firmly in my head. Focusing on the image of a serene, sunny beach, I closed my eyes for a few moments, breathing in slowly and deeply, and fidgeted with my shaky hands as a distraction.
I sighed, and turned my cool gray gaze back to meet Alice’s gaze, and then I realized why I was having such a difficult time with my simple conversation, and I shuddered again internally.
Her eyes, which I could only tell were dark before, were a deep black – coal black. Despite her outward aura of joyousness and euphoria, there was a certain hungry glint in her eyes that was only perceptible if you stared deep into her black hole-like gaze that conveyed a feeling of implacable discomfort – like she was staring at you like you were something to eat. The blonde boy, Jasper, simultaneously turned his own unfathomable black gaze to look at me, and a dim recollection of his identical glare at the other girl during lunch caused a shiver to run down my spine.
And as I realized this and peered into her ashen orbs – even though an alarm bell went off in my head that screamed at me that Alice was deathly dangerous and that I should get away as fast as possible, while another part screamed at me to prepare for her seemingly inevitable attack, I couldn’t help but stare helplessly back – like fly caught in a spider’s web. My breath came out in shallow gasps as I nervously sucked in air, my entire body unconsciously tensing and quivering as I found myself abruptly riveted on Alice’s next move.
I noticed Alice lick her lips – or was it her teeth? I couldn’t tell - in my peripheral vision, and my whole body went stiff.
“Well, it was nice to meet you, Raina. I hope we can meet up or talk again sometime,” Alice said suddenly but cheerfully, turning back to face the front of the classroom. Yet again let down and embarrassed by my automatic response, commingling with the disappointment of letting yet another opportune moment to befriend a fellow peer –especially one so outgoing and friendly with implied genuine intentions of friendship - escape my grasp, I looked away awkwardly, ashamed, afraid, and angry at myself all at the same time. Yet, at the same time, I also felt comforting relief, and I found that I could breathe normally – or, rather, as close to normally as possible.
Much to my dismay, Alice was still in the same position in her chair next to me as she’d been as soon as our awkward, brief conversation had ended abruptly – her posture had changed, as she’d shifted her body until it was almost angled away from me, to the very edge of the other side of her seat, and slightly tilting her expressionless, carefully composed face in the same direction as well - as though she smelled something the was at least halfway atrocious. I guessed at once the cause of her subtle movements, and breathed with a sharp intake of breath as I tried to ferret out any displeasing odor; but, besides the disgustingly saccharine scent I smelled that I assumed came from her, there was nothing else, save for the lingering scent of coconut and lime from my shampoo (and that was not in the least bit unpleasant, at least to me). I coughed again lightly, wondering if the stress of my first day of school were already causing delusions in my perplexed mind.
I’d shrugged it off, shaking my head; for all I knew, if it was the odor from my shampoo, Alice could have some sort of allergy to coconut or lime I didn’t know about – perhaps another explanation for her apparent anorexia? Yes, that would make sense…and yet, as before, part of my mind stubbornly refused to believe this perfectly rational explanation I’d conjured up in my head.
At any rate, something about me must’ve caused Alice’s discomfort – whether it was from our short-lived, falsely casual introductions that we’d exchanged, or from some sort of abhorrent smell she detected and detested, real or imagined – because the beautiful, pixie-like girl rose gracefully from her seat and very swiftly strode towards the door, her back towards me the entire time and not even glancing back once to cast a furtive glance at me. Jasper followed suit, springing loftily from his desk and closing the gap between Alice and him within a second or two. As he followed her through the door, he shot me one long, last look that looked apprehensive and doubting, with a touch of slight disgust – and then in a heartbeat he was out the door, right on Alice’s heels.
Edward
After what seemed like an eternity of standing there, stock still and rigid as a tree, the final bell rang at last – releasing both I and the rest of the student body from the confines of Forks High, and declaring the end of the school day. For me, I couldn’t be gladder to take leave from what had undoubtedly been the worst, most horrendous school day in my entire life.
Bella, also noting that school was over for the day, turned to leave.
“Do you mind if I accompany you?” I asked her in a tone that came out - to my surprise, high and musical - before she could take a single step.
Bella eyed me for a minute, and then shrugged, saying, “Sure, I guess.”
We walked slowly back to the main office building to turn in our completed and signed paperwork slips; the rain had vanished, leaving a uniform gray cover of clouds, but the wind was just as gusty and strong as ever – and probably colder as well, since I saw Bella shiver and wrap her arms around herself as a particularly stalwart draft of air blasted in our faces and hair. I was careful to match my pace with Bella’s in order to contain my eagerness to leave school and get back to my nice, warm, dry, fancy car (even if it wasn’t really mine, so to speak).
Before we even reached the office, I got a good whiff of that same annoying, persistent aroma that had been plaguing me all day – could I not even go past the end of school without smelling it, either, then? It seemed quite harsh and cruel to constantly shove such a hideous smell in my face time and time again, even for the almighty God and Murphy. As we got closer with each passing step, it got stronger and stronger; I felt the inside of my nose prickling, and the inevitable sneeze escaped my mouth, which was followed up with a dry, harsh cough. I remembered the two times from before, and realized that one of the stunningly beautiful students I’d glimpsed before must’ve gone into the office recently – perhaps Alice, I wondered? No, I thought with a feeling of distaste; she wouldn’t switch classes just because I apparently offended her in some way, especially when she’d seemed so delighted to meet me.
As I followed Bella into the lukewarm office, I was caught totally off guard for what I saw next.
The very same boy from before who’d looked our way during lunch was standing at the desk, his back facing us. I recognized him by his pale complexion and tousled bronze hair, as well as by the outfit he wore – like Alice’s, it seemed casual, but indirectly from designer origins. He didn’t seem to register or notice the clear sounds of our entrance, and Bella quickly pressed herself against the back wall, waiting for the receptionist to be free, but all the while watching the boy’s every movement (or rather, lack of) with her unfathomable chocolate eyes. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something in them – fear, anger, confusion, or apprehension, perhaps? Or, maybe, a mix of all four.
The boy appeared to be arguing with the receptionist – Mrs. Cope, as I recalled – in a low, silken, attractive voice; I was a bit taken aback, since normally people didn’t speak like that unless to someone close to them that they knew well or by heart, usually a good or best friend or even a lover. From the conversation, he was trying to trade from sixth-hour Biology to another time, any other time; with a sickening realization, I remembered what Bella had mentioned briefly during our interrogation at lunch: “I have Biology next period.”
Bella’s simple action had inadvertently alerted me to just how close I was to the bronze-haired boy. Unlike the two times before when I’d encountered the odd, gorgeous students – first in the cafeteria and then later with Alice in my higher English class – their presence had been hindered, subdued by distance and Alice by the desk she sat in. This time, however, absolutely nothing at all restrained or restricted the movement of the bronze-haired boy, which for some reason terribly frightened me. All of a sudden, my blood was pounding in my ears, my breath came in short, shallow, rapid intakes and outtakes, and my muscles unconsciously coiled to spring as something began to build – like some small, rumbling thundercloud trapped inside of me - in my chest. In that one split second, all feeling of exhaustion was forgotten, replaced by a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins as my hands curled into stiff, talon-like shapes and my back went rigid; my eyes were also riveted on the boy’s every movement, every noise that I heard in the suddenly quiet room – I felt as though it was so silent I could hear a pin drop. All coherent, conscious thoughts disappeared from my mind as instinct took hold - nothing mattered, nothing at all - except to protect Bella.
The door opened again, and the cold, harsh wind suddenly gusted through the room, rustling the papers on the desk and swirling Bella’s hair around her face, as well as my own. More or less, the blast of frigid air had hit me directly from behind, sending my hair blowing in snakelike rivulets of curly dark brown; my breath caught for a moment as a girl maneuvered her way past me, stepped up to the desk, placed a note in the wire basket, and walked right back out again. But the bronze-haired boy’s back immediately stiffened, and he turned, slowly, to glare at Bella, and then me, with piercing, jet-black, hate-filled eyes, and I had to fight to suppress a snarl. For an instant, I felt a thrill of genuine fear crawl up my spine, sending my rigid body into sporadic tremors and twitches and raising the hair in the back of my neck. I clenched my teeth, trying very, very hard to contain myself and my atrocious behavior; it took most of my strength to keep myself rooted to the floor, as my muscles screamed against my nerves, nearly propelling me forward.
Focus, I told myself frantically, trying to regain my train of conscious, controlled thought. I shook my head as best I could, my rigid muscles fiercely protesting.
The boy’s gaze flickered back between me and Bella’s frozen form in front of the wall for what seemed like and eternity, though in reality I was fairly sure only a few brief seconds had passed; in addition, his lips curved downward into a deep frown, and for a split second when he met my gaze I thought I could see a flash of confusion and surprise in his own eyes – but in a heartbeat, it was gone. His dreadful, smooth mask with his sharp, acrimonious black eyes - the purple bruises beneath them giving his distant features a hostile look – returned as he turned back to face the receptionist.
“Never mind, then,” the boy said hastily, his voice smooth and silken – like velvet. “I can see it’s impossible. Thank you so much for your help.”
Without a single glance more at either Bella or I, the bronze-haired boy turned on his heel and strode so swiftly and fluidly with an eerie, unnatural grace that it looked more like he was gliding across the ground rather than walking. Watching his movement, coupled with the fact that he was practically already at my side, caused a severe shudder to go up my rigid spine, sending throbs of searing pain across my back. Worse, it didn’t stop this time, but rather toned down to a twitching movement that caused my entire frame to shake.
As he came on my left side to pass me on his way out the door, the boy hesitated for a moment; his tousled hair hid most of his face and its icy expression, but I thought I saw the strangest expression come over it – something that was a mix of bafflement, bewilderment, and disgust that I couldn’t define. I took in ragged gasps as the dreaded icy burning in my lungs returned with a vengeance; I was right before about the lot of them before, it seemed, as the awful smell was rolling off of his pale form in droves, sending waves of more searing pain up my nostrils with each intake of breath. An instant was all it took for a new, darker side of me to emerge; in that moment when the boy had hesitated – well, really, when he’d been approaching me – something – and I – terrified, scared to death, and chilled to the bone - could only define it as a raging, wild beast, a ferocious predator that identified the boy as a dangerous and deadly threat. It felt like it was clawing its way through my stomach, roaring in utter fury as its muscles – my muscles – poised to launch me at his form, and it took nearly every ounce of my strength to hold it back – just barely.
No. The word suddenly burst into my mind, distracting my brain and the beast itself for another fraction of a second; somehow, my conscious mind had managed to regain some control after the initial shock. I seized this small window of opportunity, and forced my rebellious muscles to stay still.
And then, as soon as he’d ghosted to my side, the bronze-haired boy was gone – all I heard was the quiet creak of the door as it closed, my own haggard panting.
“Are you OK, dear?” Mrs. Cope asked from the front desk.
It took me a moment to recover and organize my thoughts coherently enough to speak; with the boy gone, I felt as though a great weight had been lifted off my lungs, and I could breathe again o some extent.
“I’m fine,” I responded faintly.
“You’re sure you don’t need a Tylenol?”
“No,” I responded, more firmly this time.
Feeling something on my brow, I wiped my forehead with the back of my right hand, and was surprised to find it was burning up…like I’d developed a bad fever. Maybe I need a Tylenol after all, I thought grimly.
Bella walked hesitantly and meekly up to the front desk, her face even more white than I’d ever seen it before; she’d obviously also been frightened, and something about that infuriated me and threatened to unleash the snarling beast (which I’d managed to lock up somewhere deep in my mind for the time being) again. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, and then followed Bella’s suit.
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Post by annabellamy on Jul 29, 2012 9:38:31 GMT -8
*Jasper Hale meets Aleksandr Petrikov*
Jasper: I was recruited into a vampire army, killed thousands, met the girl of my dreams and married her. But I suck at controlling my bloodlust. What do YOU have to be so pissy about? Aleksandr: I died on the 5th of December 1809 at the blade of the Swordsman General, and was recruited by a vampire who claimed to have seen my part in a greater war than the one over Finland. I, too, know a woman who I deeply adore, but she would never return my feelings. Jasper: Sucks, dude. The only way you can be happy is to get married. Wanna marry a vampire? Aleksandr: No, I will not whine away my days and marry at the will of a fairy. My skills as a soldier translated well into music, the songs I compose for my adored, and merely being around her is enough to keep me happy. Jasper: ... But, this girl's a vampire. Aleksandr: I live to destroy vampires! I am heavily indebted to one against my will, and I live to destroy as many as I possibly can so that one day I might find his vampiric source, and finally regain my mortality. Jasper: ... You hate vampires? Aleksandr: Of course! Jasper: Okay *attempts to flee* Aleksandr: *whips out a crucibomb and impales Jasper, making him explode*
EDIT: Thought of another one
*Edward Cullen meets Caspar Paananen 'the Swift'*
Edward: It's so horrible having the ability to read peoples' minds! Caspar: (quietly) Do you feel guilty for invading their privacy? Edward: No, they are all mundane and petty. Caspar: (quietly) It must be so horrible. Can you at least control it? Edward: Yes, but I choose not to because I like the fact that I have this ability even though I have no grounds to. Why are you so jaded? Caspar: I have the power to read and engage memories as a weapon. I can't even control it so I have to keep myself busy, otherwise I begin to absorb the memories of people within ten metres of me. Edward: Poor you, Caspar. The hardest thing about my power is that I couldn't read my wife's mind when I first met her, so I followed her around and snuck into her room to watch her sleep at night. Caspar: In the words of my good friend Vandir Freki, "you are one hell of a creeper." Edward: I am a hopeless romantic who is suffering at the hands of an eternity reading boring minds! Who are you to judge me? Caspar: I had to give up my wife and young daughter in order to repay a debt I do not remember owing; the price is an indefinite lifespan being commissioned to commit acts I have no recollection of until I return to the site and see the place's memory. Edward: Grow some balls! That's not a real problem! Caspar: Aleksandr? *Aleksandr appears, hatchett and crucibomb in hand* Aleksandr: Das vidanya, bitch!
*fin*
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Post by arcanius on Aug 31, 2014 7:06:22 GMT -8
The warlock, Deoran Castus.
Research Journal
Journal Exerpts:
4-th Month, Day 18. Location - Hidden. Forks
I believe I have finaly discovered why exactly sparklepirism(name still being worked on. Got more important research to think of, than a name of a sub-vampiric species) grants such power. It is quite simple, as regular humans are physicaly weak, not necessarily beautiful and easily mutable, and yet the etherial spirits and demons are, while far beyond the capabilities of mortals - ultimately insubstantial and completely impotent. Mastery is required of both physical and spiritual, a.k.a the existance of a being that is incredibly powerful, immortal and superior in nigh every way, while remaining physical and not being confined to the ether of being an entity and thereafter having its influence being an obvious deus ex machina.
5-th Month, Day 5. Location - Hidden. Forks
If I have learned anything from my further studies, it appears that rather controversially - while having the capacity of being superior, sparklepires(name won't be changed after all. It's funnier that way)are inbelievably stupid(Note to self: Obtain sample, check if sparklepirism affects brain functions)and ultimately useless. Furthermore, observations have lead me to believe that their state somehow affects the ego, and causes them to act in a much more violent and abusive way than a regular human. Most interesting, if I just had the time to study them properly, but the council judged Extermination.
6-th Month, Day 26. Location - Revealed. Still Cullens Manor
I have succesfuly established contact via forming a rather simplistic illusion spell to alter my appearance. The creatures turned out to be.... Well not terribly perceptive. After talking with the creatures, I learned they can teach me nothing - astonishing considering most immortals I've met. Sparklepires appear to be vain and beyond wasteful, in fact nobody would believe how many items of value they just throw away, so I won't even adress the matter. They appear to be worshipping a divine entity names Bella Swan(supposedly some form of primitive entity, or the old - our ruler is a divine being.), I could not write anything about the entity, since it just looked at me with lust-filled eyes and I'm almost sure I heard something about sexy marble and honestly - I'm afraid of getting closer than 25m. Eugh...
7-th Month, Day 12. Location: Unspecified. Dangerous to write.
Testing. Process of absorption fascinates... The enchantments on the engineered beast allows biological matter to somehow swallow the item, like unto the surface of some (viscous?)fluid. Yet it does seem a mutual process. For not only does the given body absorb the object, but also the object, in a strange way, seems to absorb the body.... The biological weapon is nearly finished
-A page or two full of awful handwriting-
Capacity of the Venom Devourer(as I decided to call my creature) to absorb and integrate sparklepire biomatter is astonishing... Twelve in a single day! They just jumped into its maw, once I told them that they'd find who their True Love is inside(Note: Sparklepires appear to have only a single partner their entire lives, should such a partner die, they never find a new one... The natural laws of this alter-reality are fucked up). The skin of my beast is hardening, and its teeth are capable of penatrating "marble". -Unclear-. They are of a dull, metallic sheen and tekhts show tey ar a mix cretink a substans I cannot identify... -Unclear- this wil be most likly the last_________
11-th Month, Day 16. Location: Back at the Red Tower. Finally
I am not sorry for what I did. I watched them all die before me. It was either killing them, or dying out of pure bullshit, and I realised that through their destruction, I can go to a good piece of literature! Isn't it great?! What I learned about Sues is invaluable. But after going through this universe I need a rest.
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