kellen zaine.
VAMPIRE! senior year pure-blood
&& to live ,, is to die in her head ,,
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Post by kellen zaine. on Nov 25, 2007 18:39:00 GMT -5
Fill my dark. ♥. [/font][/size][/left] [/i]. He wasn't all to superstitious, yet this cetain time change made him stop to think twice. Was he supposed to make a wish? Propping the upper half of his body up with his elbows, Kellen's morbid expression altered to a feeble smile, as he thought upon his desires. His dark locks refusing to let him see light, a soft sigh escaped his vocals. What he wanted was Samantha. Not even a simple wish on a foolish superstition, could bring her back. Tilting his head slightly, he made his wish otherwise. Switching up his position, Kellen turned over on his left just so he could curl up at the foot of the bed. It was at times like this, he felt like a child again.[/size][/ul]
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Post by sam on Nov 25, 2007 22:49:09 GMT -5
For the third time this week, Samantha Tundervolt was out hunting. Oh, that's right, you heard me. The shy, timid girl that couldn't harm a fly was out killing things, so she herself could live. She hated herself for it, but there wasn't much the petite blond could do about it. Being such a new vampire, what had it been now? Two? Three weeks?, she needed more blood to stay feeling healthy then an older vampire might. She had come to an early conclusion that she could live off animals, though she needed to feed more often then those who drank human blood. You should have seen her the first time she ever killed an animal, she was a complete and total mess. It was a small bunny rabbit, pure white in color, all the better to show the blood she so surely splattered across his small body. She had reacted so quickly in catching it, instead of eating it like a civilized person, she had tore right into the poor things throats. There, falling into the snow as bloody splattered as the pelt of the rabbit, she realized how much of a monster she had become. She sat there for a good hour after that, having herself a good cry, feeling about as drained when she was finished as she had before she killed the rabbit.
Since then she had lived off animal blood, and she had recently gotten to the point where it didn't bother her to take the life of the beasts. Which, of course, was the newest thing that bothered her. Was she really so much of a monster that she couldn't mourn the loss of another beating heart? Especially if this said heart, was silenced with her own two hands? She tried going home and crying to her older brother after this revelation was first...well, revealed. But, of course, the mere human could only hold the crying girl for so long before he literally started shivering. She learned then that her brother, seeming so indestructible and reliable, couldn't solve all her problems. This added a new tack into her already pierced heart, making the girl a complete and emotional wreck for weeks afterwords. In fact, if she was going to be honest, she still hadn't gotten over that last fact.
She blamed Kellen for all this, with good reason. The older boy, seeming to be her perfect best friend, was the reason for all her new problems. The top of which being that she couldn't be with the boy she loved without having to breath through her mouth, as the smell was so bad. He had been the one to bit her, to literally suck the warmth from her body. If that wasn't bad enough, after he bit her, he left her to fend for herself. For the first week, she hated him, and when she thought of him, she still did. But she missed him sometimes, wishing he was around to help her through all this. He had gone through this...well, no. He hadn't. He was a pureblood, born straight into blood sucking, and knew straight away what to do. But, with her, she didn't know how to handle these thoughts, these feelings, these urges. She needed him for that, as much as she hated to admit it. But where has he been?
She had every reason to avoid the boy, he had turned her into a vampire after all. But him? He had no damn reason to avoid her/ She hadn't done anything to him but show up a few times, as he so nicely put it, 'smelling like a dog'. She demanded answers, and tonight she was going to get them, rather he liked it or not. So, now she stood in front of his door, looking rather determined. She was dressed as she would for a hunt, plain blue jeans that hugged low on her hips, the bottom of them singed with a thin rim of dirt from the forest, a blue t-shirt covered by a black jacket, to keep her arms from snagging branches. Her brilliantly blue eyes stared at the number on his door, her normally pale cheeks flushed from just feeding. With one hand, she came up to wrap it around her white gold necklace, the necklace itself linked chains, while the pendant was a heart. It had a engraving of a wolf on the front, while the date she was supposed to turn into a werewolf was etched into the back. Tate had given it to her, and it was the only thing she kept around. It still smelled like him, but the way he used to smell, just woodsy, not the bittersweet smell of wolf. With a soft sigh, her free hand came forward and rapped on the wood.
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