Jessie von Ness ™
ANGEL! junior year half-blood
I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO DESTORY AN ANGEL
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Post by Jessie von Ness ™ on Aug 15, 2008 22:35:40 GMT -5
J E S S I E - l y n n v o n n e s s ♥ [/font] ________________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________So how do you expect me, To live alone with just me. 'Cause my world revolves around you, It's so hard for me to breathe. [/font] ---[/center] » » Hands in her jean pockets, her vans hitting the ground as she walked towards he beat up rust bucket she called her car. The only person who could keep the damn thing running was Jessie herself. Pulling her grey hood up and over her long blonde hair, she sighed softly, knowing that she was going to finally get the night of solitude. She didn’t have to worry about school or cliques or judgement; it was just going to be her and the ocean. That was the beauty of living by the ocean, it was just a quick ten minute drive and you found yourself on the sandy beach. Digging her hand into her pocket, she heard the high pitched clashing of metal and she knew that she had found her keys. Enclosing her hands, she gripped the tiny pieces of metal and pulled them out of her pocket. Looking through each of her keys, she found the right one that unlocked her car door. After, placing one hand on the side of the car, she balanced herself so it was easier to stick the right key in, turn the lock and hear the clicking noise that informed her that the car was, in fact, unlocked. Taking the other hand off the side of the car, she pulled the handle and the door opened, allowing Jesslynn to easily climb into the car. Shutting the door behind her, she placed her hands on the steering wheel for a brief moment. Her olive eyes looked ahead as she tried to think about what she would do once she got there. Probably nothing. This was something that Jesslynn did when the boy that she loved was off with his friends, partying and getting drunk off their ass’. It was something that she knew that Damien wouldn’t like to do - just sit and listen to the ocean as they spoke to each other in sweet undertones.
» » Realizing that she hadn’t even turned on the engine, Jesslynn grabbed her key and stuck it into the ignition. Turning it to the left, she could have swear she heard her car cough up a lung if it had one. She tried again - still coughing. Once more. There was some coughing, but it soon turned into a per, not a pleasant one, mind you, but a per none-the-less. A smile appeared on her face as she heard the sound of success before she turned her head and started to back out of her parking spot. That was when she realized it - she wasn’t wearing her seat belt. Now, usually teenagers don’t really a crap if they are wearing their seat belts or not, but Jesslynn had almost lost her dad because of him not wearing a seat belt; thus she stopped what she was doing and pulled the seat belt over her shoulder. Now, trying again, she looked behind her and put the gear into reverse; pressing on the gas petal, softly, she backed out of her parking spot. Luckily, the parking lot was empty anyways and she didn’t really need to worry about hitting anyone. Once she was out of her parking spot, she maneuvered her car so that it was now turned around and ready to get out of the parking lot itself. Finally getting onto the road, Jesslynn turned on her CD player, having ‘The Tragically Hip’ blasting in her car as she drove towards the water. She knew that she probably seemed like a very obnoxious teenager by doing this, but she didn't really care. Singing along to the words of 'Wheat Kings', she figured that she would probably be singing to this song about twenty years from now; that was just how much she loved this song.
» » As Jesslynn saw the ocean coming up ahead, she knew that she would finally be able to relax and not have to worry. Maybe she would even get to write a few new lyrics for some new songs. Yes, miss Jesslynn Von Ness was a writer, a poet, a musician. She had a talent and she was afraid to show it to the world. She had seen how some people were ridiculed and abused because of how they weren’t good enough or people just didn’t like them. Jesslynn didn’t want that to happen to her, so she kept her talent to herself and the few people she trusted with her life. However, she did hope that one day she would be able to get into a studio and influence people the way that her favourite artists had influenced her. But, until that day came, she would stick to being alone in her dorm, just strumming at her guitar and singing to herself. Actually, the only people who knew were the boys and their girlfriends. That was how tight her little circle went. Actually, that was not even that was truth. Her own flesh and blood, Christa Von Ness, didn’t even know that she could sing, play guitar or piano. However, the boys had invited her to be a special guest at the concert that was coming up and she had gladly accepted the offer. It was kind of hesitant, though, seeing as she was scared that people wouldn’t like her voice or the way she played the guitar or piano. It was a fear that Jesslynn always had and had never overcome. But, through this, she hoped that maybe she would overcome that fear and maybe go onto bigger and better things. The fact that Damien was going to be behind her the whole time was a very comforting feeling, at least she had someone to sing to at some points.
» » Parking in the beach parking lot, Jesslynn turned off the ignition and took off her seat belt. Pulling out the keys, she placed them back in her pocket and opened the door to climb out of the car. Looking around, she slammed the door shout and started walking towards the sandy beach that was Ambleside. The sand was soft as she walked down towards the logs that were scattered along the beach. It didn’t take long for her to find a spot on the sand and sit down. Crossing her legs, she looked out at the water, listening to it wash up on the shore and then retract back into the sea. Her hands were placed upon her ankles as she closed her eyes and started humming randomly melodies. This is how she relaxed, this is how she got away from it all, this was heaven.
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Post by ``damien wolfe. on Aug 18, 2008 7:38:06 GMT -5
x x • DAM!EN WOLFE •They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers In hotel rooms collecting page six lovers Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa ________________________________________________________________________________________________ no. of words ;; 1,040 status;; incomplete/complete attire;; shorts+top+shoes thinking;; yaaayy all done lol.
[/size] • Chocolate. Ahhh, god bless the miracle that originally came from cocoa beans and heaven only knew what else mixed up with milk, sugar, and all those wonderful additives that added flavour to food and life in general. Damien savoured every bite, trying to make the half eaten ice cream in his hand last as long as possible as he chowed down on what was commonly known as a cornett ice cream cone. What was it about this creamy scented wonder that brought millions on their knees and emptied their purposes especially every summer in their respective countries? It was phenomenal. Music it was true had the power to bring people together regardless of the color of their skin, their culture, their nature and languare. Religion was the other thing that they almost all had in common. The secret third ingredient to world peace? Clearly it just had to be food. He would indeed have claimed that sole reponsibility belonging entirely to chocolate, however he was aware that there were indeed poor people in the world who suffered from the illness that was called diabetes and could only get their sugar from fruit, so he just left it at food. That way there wouldn't be a general outcry from the [extremely small] disabled part of the population of the students attending here at Collingwood Secondary. Like that random film coming out soon with Ben Stiller in it, apparently supposed to be a comedy although he had his doubts judging from the trailer which left much to be desired in the way of actually being funny. The use of the single word 'retard' had caused a huge outrage even though the actors had only been poking fun at themselves. Stupid politically correctness - suddenly fat people were merely 'obese', shorts were 'vertically challenged' and so on. In his opinion, you should just call a spade a fucking spade already.
• Back to the chocolate. Ahhhh wonderful chemicals called endorphins zooming through his blood causing all of these happy feelings to stick for once in his brain. There was absolutely no other feeling that could match this surely apart from the above mentioned things. Absolutely no-oh. No, wait there was indeed something and with a sinking feeling in his heart Damien remembered that word that he'd tabooed in his mind because it just brought back memories that wouldn't be healthy for him to remember considering he was a taken man and glad of it too. Being a band member was great but having girls crawling all over you after a gig wasn't something you actually wanted when you were already in love with someone else. Someone who despite all the odds actually liked him and apparently for who he was. Someone beautiful, talented, all of those great things in life....yet, she liked him. He had no idea why and in all honesty he privately thought that he wasn't good enough for her, although naturally he wasn't fool enough to voice those thoughts out loud and jinx it all somehow. Darren had the amazing Christa (what a girl), Devon got Viciky, Dougie had Harper.......mmm...Harper...for a second he lost his train of thought. Blondes especially were something he loved, an-NO. TAKEN. Oh right. Jesslynn was the girl he was in love with, a vampire like himself. He was in love with her he was sure of it, and if he wasn't entirely sure - he'd never gone too in depth about his feelings before to her, a simple three words had sufficed - then he was at least a hundred percent certain that he was in the process of falling for her. Falling for her like he had no other girl before her. Of all things he had given up sex for her, hadn't even cheated on her once. Not that he'd cheat on any girl, actually, it was completely against the very foundations of all his. Things such as the Marina and Trevor incident only served to prove his point.
• Damien was no saint, and he did admit that before Jessie he had had a terrible habit of going from girl to girl. That was partially the reason he'd slipped up a little in thinking and got sidetracked for a few moments by thoughts of Harper. Beyond the fact that she simply oozed sex appeal, and being blonde...and a vampire...she also was in posession of the sin of Lust. It tended to make her even more alluring than she already was, but Dougie and Jesslynn both was what stopped him making a move. He didn't screw up his friend's lives like that, although to be honest he didn't have to; the triple D's would probably end up doing that more than adequately enough for themselves. Particularly Darren, he was upping his dosage practically by the day. Now Damien was pretty much void of any kind of maternal instincts, but that was beginning to worry him, and thinking about it now caused his brows to knit together in concern. If he started thinking about that, it'd be bugging him all night so for now he pushed the thought to the back of his mind.
• A familiar smell invaded the fresh air around, and he grimaced as a cold salty wind blasted him in the face. He could smell the ocean, and slowing down his brisk pace he realised that with all this walking he'd arrived at the beach. Not somewhere he would go to hang out, not alone anyway, but a certain thought perked him up as a grin settled on his lips. He might not stay here without people a lot but he knew someone who did. Finishing off the very chocolaty end of the cone without the need to wipe his hand on his pants after (he was a neat person like that), he ventured further out onto the sand to see if he could spot his angel anywhere. Before very long a familiar blonde hair showed up not too far off, sitting somewhere near where the foamy waves were crashing down onto the coast. Using his supernatural speed, the vampire moved silently so that within a split second he was behind her. No one else was around for once. "BOO."
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Jessie von Ness ™
ANGEL! junior year half-blood
I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO DESTORY AN ANGEL
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Post by Jessie von Ness ™ on Aug 18, 2008 23:07:33 GMT -5
J E S S I E - l y n n v o n n e s s ♥ [/font] ________________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air, Can't live, can't breathe with no air. It's how I feel whenever you ain't there, It's no air, no air. [/font] ---[/center] » » The ocean was such a mysterious wonder to Jesslynn. When she was younger, her mom read her stories about mermaids and how they save ship-wrecked sailors from their watery grave. She had always wanted to be a mermaid; she wanted to just glide through the water, without a care. It would be such a diverse life from what she had now, having all of these negative thoughts running through her head every time she saw someone she cared about. She was a liar - even though it was probably for the better - she was a liar. Anyways, as time went by, her mother bought her the book the ‘Odyssey’ and Jesslynn decided to read it. Honestly, it was one of her most favourite stories; it was set in mythical roman times, where a man named Odysseus was sent off to battle in the war of Troy for ten years. After the Greeks had been victorious, Odysseus had disrespected one of the gods, Poseidon; God of the sea. (There is a point to this.) The God was so infuriated with Odysseus’ disrespect, that he put a curse upon him, not letting his crew ever be able to make it back home. Anyways, Odysseus still goes along and starts to head home anyways. Along the way, he runs into the Sirens, evil mermaid-like monsters that sung their sweet song, lured sailors in and then killed them and ate them. Jesslynn sometimes considered herself a Siren. She felt like she had lured Damien to her by lying and saying that she was a pure-blooded vampire, when she really wasn’t. Now, she felt that if she told him that she wasn’t a pure-blooded vampire, that he would leave her, thus her losing his love. Jesslynn didn’t want that, she loved Damien with all of her heart and he knew that.
» » Even though Jesslynn knew that Damien loved her just as much as she loved him, she still got the insecurities that most female teenagers get. Honestly, Jessie didn’t feel pretty in the slightest, she never had and she probably never will. Now, seeing as Damien was one of those guys that every girl seemed to want, Jesslynn didn’t always feel like she had the strongest grip on him. She felt as if his eyes were straying all of the time and she figured that, if he did, he did it because they were prettier to look at than her. Even if they were walking down the street, hand in hand, she still felt as if he was looking at someone else. Even when they were kissing one another, she felt like there was someone else on his mind. Jessie knew she was just paranoid and that Damien was thinking about her, but at the back of her mind, it always itched her. Jesslynn knew the type of girls Damien dated before he met her. They all had the fake blonde hair, caked on make-up, dark eye make-up, huge breasts and tiny waists. It was kind of hard to keep up with something like that, especially when you didn’t believe in that stuff at all. Besides, Jessie was tough chick, she didn’t need Damien to help her all of the time - even though, him helping her was always nice. Plus, she liked the fact that she wasn’t a twig, nor was she fake in any way. She tried to be as genuine as possible; she was always herself.
» » Music was always something that Jessie found a passion in. She loved to write, sing and play any instrument she could get her hands on. She played a couple pf instruments; the guitar, the bass and the piano. Although, she did remember when Damien tried to teach her how to drum. She failed. But that was okay, because they finally got to have some innocent, fun time alone together. It had been a long time since they had one of those days and she missed them. However, the poor girl was too afraid to show that side of her. Everyone just found her sweet and innocent, not really having a talent but could easily make people smile and feel better about anything. Jesslynn didn’t want to be known as that person anymore; well, not just as that person. She wanted to be known as the girl with the big voice and the large amount of talent and dedication. (Honestly, it may not have seemed like it, but Jesslynn was very dedicated to her music.) Only a couple of people knew of Jesslynn’s little ‘talent’. Damien knew, but that was only because he was walked in on her singing a McFly song, of all songs. Then, after he had found out, he boasted to the other four about how good of a singer his girlfriend was. He then made the poor girl sing in front of the guys and they soon found out that Damien was not lying. Right after that, they offered her to play at their next concert, which she gladly excepted. Now, she was almost two days away from the concert and the band had been practicing like no other. She knew that they could rock the house effortlessly, they were just that good - the boys, I mean.
» » As her mind slowly vanished into her subconscious, she didn’t realize that there was someone who was watching her and was about to make a move on her. She ran a hand through her hair and let the smell of the ocean fill her nostrils and stimulate her brain. However, her tranquility came to an end when some one came up behind her and shouted ‘BOO’ in her ear. Jumping almost ten feet in the air, Jesslynn let out a soft shriek. She could feel anger flare within her veins, until she turned around and noticed it was only Damien. ”That’s not funny!” she stated and furrowed her eyebrows. She could feel her heart still beating rapidly as the shock eventually started to wear off, ”Don’t do that! You scared me!” she exclaimed and looked into his eyes. She let out a sigh of comfort before she ran her hand through her hair again and looked at him. He was so hard to stay mad at. So, after the initial anger and shock wore off, she bit her lip and looked at him, ”What are you doing here, anyway?” she asked, her voice full of genuine curiosity. She would have never guessed to find Damien here.
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Post by ``damien wolfe. on Aug 25, 2008 11:08:01 GMT -5
x x • DAM!EN WOLFE •They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers In hotel rooms collecting page six lovers Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa ________________________________________________________________________________________________ falling stars ;; 1,208 alarm clock;; WAKEUPJESS!EYOURGO x]] mirror image;; shorts+top+shoes script says;; pooosted, hope this one's a bit better than the last.
[/size] • "Whoa." Damien put his hands up as if wary of getting hit, although an amused smile was playing on his lips. "Sorry I scared you doll...although I gotta admit, the look on your face," he said with the smile turning into a full blown mischievous grin. The way she'd jumped up in the air practically like ten miles just out of what must be pure shock was hilarious. Sure he liked to think he was intimidating, which he could be if the situation called for it, but damn. He didn't think he was that scary. "Anyone ever told you ya scream worse than a banshee?" he teased, ears still ringing a little from her shriek some moments before which to be honest had made his heart skip a few beats. It had been heart rending - although he knew better he had almost gone all fang crazy and turned around to see who was about to try and kill his girlfriend, then go after them. He didn't need a cricket bat, you could forget that; when he was in one of his rages, his teeth and bare hands were more than enough. His blue eyes looked back soberly into hers as his thoughts ran amock. When he went hunting the feral side of his nature was stripped bare to the bone for all to see - one of the resons that although he loved Jessie to death, he had no intention of bringing her along to hunt with him. He would never admit it maybe, but underneath the normal face he showed to others he was...afraid. He detested that word, because he feared few things in life but secretly he had always wondered if one day if she saw how easily he embraced his nature, the way he had no qualms with killing some here and there...she would leave him. The very concept was so alien and painful to even mention in his thoughts let alone consider that he always took care not to dwell on it for long, and this line of thinking sobered him a little. He cocked his head to one side and gazed down a little at the blonde with a thoughtful look. "On the other hand, that would be perfect if you ever really were in danger". He'd scared her, actually scared her and his whole look softened as feelings of guilt overwhelmed him; it always happened when she looked at him like that. "Sorry again m'love."
• He was a little overprotective over her, Damien knew that and had been told so a fair few times, but he honestly couldn't help it. Far worse than any thoughts about her leaving him were ones of her being gone. Forever. He knew he definitely didn't have to worry about her dying of natural causes, or even suffering old age - he disliked old people. Now that in itself might seem a little callous, if you took it out of context for the reasons that he didn't like it. Whenever he looked at an old person? He saw a mirror image of himself had he been a human. Every crook, wrinkle, and line in an old guy's face could have been him; the horrible pains of arthritis, the winding down of your clock as you awaited the day it would inevitably stop...it was a nightmare. Screw horror movies and creatures like the 'big bad wolf'; he was bigger than all of those so called monsters and more than willing to take one on. Bring it baby, he'd take you down and relish it - find a way to reverse the immortality and aging factors in his DNA then serve it up to him in some pills, he'd run for the hills and take cover till everyone had long forgotten the name of Damien Alexander Wolfe. Thank heaven, humans just weren't that smart and no vampire worth his salt would ever try starting work on something like that. He doubted even the wolves would attempt to do something like that; it might be useful on their enemies but sooner or later it'd pass into the wrong hands [the black market maybe; those crazies had everything] and would backfire. Probably start a fxcking revolution - forget what went on outside school grounds now, it would be world war three but in secret. Now that would be something to see...interesting the number of different ways the cops tried to explain the loony things that went on around them, and the public bought it every time. No one usually suspected the truth, that there could be a secret world consisting of supernatural beings mingling with them in their day-to-day lives.
• "What am I doing here?" The corners of his lips twisted up into a wry smile. "Guilty as charged. Was lookin' for you actually," he admitted, reaching out and wrapping his arms around her waist before pulling her close to him gently. God, he felt like he hadn't seen her in forever; and once again those pools of guilt just kept on getting bigger. Band practice had been on three times a week, four times, five..the small hours...the concert that they had coming up meant that it just never felt like enough. The free time that Damien did manage to scrape by the side was spent either working on the load of coursework and essays that had been loaded on him or sleeping off his exhaustion. Work wasn't so important to him; he'd quite happily suffer a few detentions for missed deadlines in exchange for some alone time with his sweetheart. He was fairly smart as certain others liked to tell him which he didn't entirely believe although it certainly helped to inflate his ego. He did find much of it easy and often times he didn't bother revising for exams; he just walked in, sat the paper, finished twenty minutes early and sat there annoying everyone else around by looking so damn nonchalant about it all. Then he somehow managed to pass with flying colors anyway. However, even he couldn't pass exams without actually bothering to put pen down to paper and no matter what he said like 'to hell with the essay' he did want to graduate. Hence why he hadn't seen her too much lately. Honestly he might be good, but never good enough for a girl like Jesslynn.
• Well it didn't matter now; he was here with her, and they were together. Damien wasn't going to jinx anything by thinking too much about work; it invaded enough of his life as it was. "I missed you," he said softly, smiling down slowly at her before bending down slightly so that he could kiss the top of her head tenderly. Ack. He was such a sap since being with her; still, the guys said it was worth it, that he was more or less back to his old self now. Heck, he'd even toned down the drinking. Casting a glance over the bleak surroundings, the beauty of the sea's waves crashing on the coast was entirely lost on him as he voiced the thought that had come to mind many times out loud. "Seriously, what do you see in this place?" he asked, arching a brow at her.
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Jessie von Ness ™
ANGEL! junior year half-blood
I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO DESTORY AN ANGEL
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Post by Jessie von Ness ™ on Aug 29, 2008 14:29:17 GMT -5
J E S S I E - l y n n v o n n e s s ♥ [/font] ________________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________Something always brings me back to you. It never takes too long. No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone. [/font] ---[/center] » » Lovers were supposed to know just how the other was feeling, how the other reacted to a certain touch. Jesslynn knew how Damien reacted when she kissed his neck, touched his hand, ran her hands through his hair; the way goose bumps formed on his skin, the way his hand reached for hers, the way his eyes closed and a smile formed on his lips, every single time. She knew how Damien reacted and that was how it should be; she had no idea if Damien knew how she reacted to his touch, his love. If he did, he would know that just a smile could make her heart best faster and that, when he did get around to touching her, she could feel a shiver run its way up her spine. Damien was the only guy, she had ever known, that had ever been able to give her that sensation, that longing for him. Then again, he probably had given plenty of girl that feeling, that longing. It kind of disappointed her that Damien treated her the same, as the other girls he had been with, in certain ways. For example, he probably kissed her the same as he did his past relationships; he probably touched her the same way as well. Jesslynn knew she was nothing special so why did he have to treat her like she was special? It wasn’t like she was prettiest thing to walk into Damien’s life. Hell, look at Harper? How could she ever stand up the sin of lust? Jesslynn was just Jesslynn and everyone knew that; sweet, little, innocent Jesslynn. Honestly, she hated it.
» » Different. Jesslynn wanted to be different. However, she knew that could never happen, She was just herself, she had nothing special about her - except for the negative fact that she was a half-blood. Honestly, if anything, it would get her hated more than loved. She wanted to be bad, she wanted to take risks; not innocent and motherly. Jesslynn was always the one taking care of Damien and Alyx when they were too drunk to go home, taking care of Darren, Dougie and Devon when they over dosed. She never experienced all of the shit that they were going through, which she was slightly thankful for. However, she still wanted to experience it, just to say that she did. It probably sounded terrible and idiotic - and it was - but in Jesslynn’s mind, it was just an experiment. If you knew about Jesslynn, and I mean all about her, you would know that she was addicted to something as well. It might not be heroin or cocain, but it still fucked her up when she took enough. You see, Jesslynn wasn’t a happy person, she was actually diagnose with chronic depression. Because of this condition, her shrink had prescribed her anti-depressants that Jesslynn depended on to function. Poor girl depended on them so much that she would usually take too many and find herself on the floor, passed out and to wake up to find that she didn’t remember anything that had happened before. However, Jesslynn had only achieved that state once or twice; first time was when Joline died and the second was just because she had drank alcohol with her pills. When Jesslynn was off her pills, that was a completely different story. When Jesslynn hadn’t had her pills, she was irritable and grouchy. She would snap at people and not talk as much as she would if she was on them. Jesslynn was always sad when she was off her medications, even if Joline had come back to life and given her a huge hug, Jesslynn would still be a little upset just because of her condition. People had always asked her why she was so irritable some days and her excuse was always the same, ‘It’s just that time of the month.’ So far, it has been able to work.
» » He had scared her, that was for damn sure. She was completely in her ‘zen’ mode and then he came up and scared the shit out of her. How else was she supposed to react? If someone scared someone else, usually their reaction was a loud, obnoxious yelp that could be heard for miles and miles away. Well, Jesslynn hoped her shriek wasn’t that loud, but apparently it was - according to Damien. If it was the other way around (Jessie scaring Damien), Damien probably would have turned around and slashed the poor girl to shreds, just because of his animalistic instinct. Jesslynn didn’t have those instincts, well she did, just not as strong as Damien’s or any pure-blooded vampires, it was because she had angelic blood in her. She was tainted with the gentle blood of Christ; this was why her instincts weren’t strong at all. Honestly, she liked them that way. She didn’t want to kill one of her loved ones just because they came up behind her and yelled ‘boo’ in her ear. I mean, that just wasn’t fair.
» » Honestly, Jesslynn was very surprised at the fact that Damien hadn’t caught on that she was, in fact, a half-blood. She was able to walk in the sun, her skin was warm and she hardly ever lost control to blood-lust. Those were pretty big signs that the girl was not a pure vampire; she was still glad that he hadn’t caught on. However, she knew, sooner or later, he was going to find out and most definitely leave her in an instant. When that day came, Jesslynn knew that her heart was not going to be able to mend; she was going to be a lonely soul for the rest of her life, wondering the forest of love. Damien was the only guy that she ever truly knew that she could love. Sure most people thought it was just some highschool romance and that it would never last, but Jesslynn truly loved him. Damien was her everything; he was her best friend, her lover, her boyfriend. Jesslynn wouldn’t give him up for anything, not a thing. She also wouldn’t give up her friends that came along with Damien for anything either. The girlfriends were her biggest support, always there for a shoulder to cry on. The boys were like her older brothers, always there to protect her from pain and hurt and the people who caused the pain and hurt. She trusted all of them to support her and not judge her for anything.
» » It had felt like forever since Jesslynn had seen Damien. He had been so busy with band practice, studies and sleep. She knew how hectic his life could get and she accepted that, seeing as her life was just as hectic as hers. She had her studies, her song writing and, of course, her sleep time as well. Jesslynn tried not to cling to Damien, just because she knew how frustrated her could get if someone was always breathing down his neck. However, him showing up here was a very nice surprise and she sure as hell wasn’t complaining. Hearing that he had come down her just to see her, made her feel fuzzy and warm on the inside, like she was wanted, ”Really now, just me?” she asked and grinned. It didn’t take long for her to feel his soft lips against her head. They were always soft and loving, she could always count on his kisses to heal the emotional scars that had made their way into her heart. Running her hands up his chest, they slithered around his neck, causing her to go up on her tip-toes. Her face still wasn’t eye to eye with him, but it was better than before; then again, any extra was good when your boyfriend was about six foot two and you were a mere five foot six; ”I missed you, too.” her voice was soft, but still loud enough to be audible over the sound of crashing waves and the wisping wind. Ah, the beauty of the ocean still astounded her, she wished Damien saw it to. Shrugging at his next question, she gave her most honest answer, ”It’s refreshing, relaxing, it give me muse, not a whole lot of people are here, so it’s easy to think and it makes it easier to think of you.” the last statement was just sort of an ego booster for Damien; although, she did think about him a lot while she was here.
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Post by ``damien wolfe. on Sept 15, 2008 16:15:12 GMT -5
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