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Rebuilding a life; Merged w/ A Different Patrol
Topic Started: May 28 2006, 09:57 PM (5,530 Views)
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Overtaken by exhaustion, Victoria never noticed the creature's actions. Her body was busy at work to repair her form, but it was mostly stress upon her mind. That took more of a toll on the body, the kind that was not so easy to fix. Howerver, the experiance gained herself was worth the risk. What did not kill you only made you stronger. This was as close to death as Victoria had come in a very long time. As well as she had not taken the life of a human for food since her change so many millenia ago. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Victoria lay in the creature's arms, unmoving and unaware of the world around her. One would think her dead by sight.
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OOC: Not only is Gwenefiere the Queen of ENdymion...She is also the queen of Drama! :P Lol Have fun with this one guys.


Leaning her head against the door, Gwenefiere listened intently. The far away sounds of Victoria's feeding, coming to her ears, even through the layers of thick wood and stone, though it was very faint. It was one of the advantages of her kind. Alain's Voice startled her with it's intensity and the sound of his unease, Pulling from the door. She looked to him, unmoving. Something was wrong, But she couldn't quite put her finger on it. But it did not take long for all of the elements to fall into place and reveal the problem. She felt the seperation he had made, and it hurt. The way he spoke of the ritual, only made it obvious, what was going on, well, what she assumed was happening. Because he had cut her off, Gwenefiere felt suddenly like he looked down upon her now, looked at her as some kind of grotesque creature, that really, any normal human would think she was. This was not what she wanted him to think though, and that hurt. She had not lost the emotions of a human as she thought she would, to be as she had in her prior lives. When she could have hidden behind them, away from them, because you did not miss something you never had. This time was different. She finally understood Victoria, and Why the woman so furiously declined her offers of fresh blood in the past. Because it had been her kind. The queen finally understood. Reaching out to him mentaly, she tried to get him to look at her, but he wouldn't. Anger seared through her when he would not meet her eyes. It was unreal, how quickly he could shut himself from her, even to the small stuff, like acquiring his attention. And in her new face, she could not just let it go. Perhaps she did not take it for what it was, but what she thought it was, and she spoke on mere belief alone.

"You don't trust me anymore, do you?" Her eyes glittered like onyx in the low lighting of the room, her face had gone from joyous to drawn and old in seconds. She did not move from the door, but peered across the room like an injured animal, that had been cornered. Her slender hands closed on the edges of her clothing, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. What did she expect though? What did she think would happen? Her eyes flicked to Alia, and she stopped the words that threatened to spill from her lips. Half-baked conclusions filled her mind, deepening her hurt and embarassment. It did not chip at the love she felt for him, but she was not thinking of that either. She did not think she would be able to handle him treating her differently. But Gwenefiere did not know what was going on in Alain's mind. She didn't know what he was thinking and feeling. Choking back the white hot tears, She turned from him and stormed out of the room into the hallway, the door slamming behind her. She didn't know if he would follow her. Almost hoped he would, but she didn't want a arguement, Not with him, though it had already come to that point in her mind. In the hall, she found less comfort in it's emptiness.

"By the gods am I damned..." She mumbled aloud, leaning against the smooth stone wall and sliding to it's bottom, pulling her silk draped legs to her chest. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she lay her head against them and closed her eyes. "Tis no wonder I am known as the Damned Queen." Her voice was muffled, but as far as she knew there were no others there to hear her, and even if they were, she would not have cared. Pain and embarassment have a way of making the strongest weak. Maybe she did it to herself though. Maybe it was guilt, but for what? His minute sentence Tormented her. Gwenefiere had no choice but to be what she was. Since Birth, thousands of years ago, she had responsibility forced upon her. It was her purpose, her reason for existence, to live for Aronia, for Ombra Di Notta. And in one moment, it felt so wrong, so...disgusting. Never in her life, had she felt so racialy segregated. Never had she felt that what she was was unmoral, or wrong. What she was, was natural. Cows ate grass, humans ate cows, and vampires ate humans. Alain was at less risk than he thought though. Had she hurt him, it would have been the worst of torment, like hurting Victoria. She wouldn't be able to. Starvation would have overcome her before she took a single drop of his blood. It had been the same when she had found the younge priestess. How was she to make him understand that though? She could have taken his blood already, taken his life, along with each of the others that she held so dear. Sabre, Shale, Victoria, and the partialy human staff of the castle. But compassion and care, were stronger than her need for sustenance. It was not his fault either, as she assumed that Alain knew little about her kind. If he let her though, she would teach him. The taste of her own overly metallic blood filled her mouth suddenly, and she lifted her head. She had bitten into her own lip without realizing it. Wiping the blood on her inner arm, she looked at the stain it made but didn't think about it. She thought about all that was ahead, the hurt and happiness alike. This was proving alot harder than she had imagined.
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Alain looked back up at her words, plain shock on his face, and he could only stare as she left the room again.

That went well.

Suchara....

Yes?

Shut up.

Oh. Right.


Alain hit the snap onhis belt and left the blade next to his sister before he stood, putting the pistol back on his other hip before he walked to the door and pushed it open. That had blown up in his face... he finally managed to clear his mind, and dropped his guard. How did he make her understand that it was just that he didn't want her knowing he was upset...? That it had nothing to do with her, he just didn't want her to worry...? Either way, he took that and pushed it back too, where she wouldn't see... honestly he just didn't want her to know that he would die before changing... was that selfish of him...? To knowingly condemn her to that pain? The option had never really been avaliable but he had known that even if it were he would deny it... still, what did it say that he would do this still, knowing what it would put her though? He had two centuries yet to decide, and more than 150 years before he even started to show signs of much aging, but... that was less than an eyeblink in this world of immortals... even if it was an eternity to him.

"Leaping to conclusions never did anyone any good in relationships, you know..."

His own voice startled him almost - he hadn't realized he had already walked over to her... damn he was thinking too hard. He quickly banished his train of thought, hopefully quickly enough, and was about to say something when there was a banging on the door down the hall a ways. He shook his head slightly, then held his hand out, having to take abreath before he could reach his mind out to match it, and the heavy doors swung open. He wiped his brow, then he shook his head again.

"wasn't locked..."

He turned back to Gwen, and then he knelt beside her, slipping his arms around her shoulders and closing his eyes as he pulled her against him.

"If you thought this would chase me away you're going to have to try a hell of a lot harder, because it ain't doin', hun. Don't take my actions as resentment, or... hell i don't know... I just have a lot of information I'm trying to process right now, Gwen... it doesnt change anything about how I see you. This is what you were meant to be from the start, I've known it since I first kissed you... if I was going to run I would have done it then."

He opened his eyes and found hers, then he brushed her lips lightly with a finger. he saw the blood on it and gave her a slight smile.

"Gotta watch those teeth, you know. Somehow I get the impression they're sharp."

With that, he kissed her, then brushed her hair from her face.

"I love you. That doesn't change for anything, and certainly not this."
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OOC: I just got to ask, how does one not hear a loud stomping on a door nearby? ;)
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OOC: Is a good question.
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ooc: Sorry, I misread, I thought he had kicked the door open. I've edited my post a little.

Besides, they're both a little occupied, aren't they? haha
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The creature moved into the next room as the door came open. Holding Victoria gently in his arms he glanced about. Seeing the queen and the other man a good distance from them. It walked up to the two. Seemingly oblivious to Victoria's dislocated shoulder. As it was walking its vision became hazy. It stumbled a bit trying to let it's eyes refocus. It slowly set Victoria down on the floor and stumbled around her body. It's mouth opened to say something but it's vision went black as it's eyes closed. It tried to force it's eyes back open.

They did open, but now infront of it was a great hall, lined with corpses. It...no He was wearing some form of armor, mostly leather with only a few plates of steel about his chest, forearms, and thighs. In his hand was a blood drenched sword. He looked up, his objective stood a few yards ahead. The man he had hunted all this way was but a few soon-to-be corpses from his grasp. The man was trembling, in his white robs, his eyes were wide and sweat was forming in droplets upon his skin. Even the mans gaurds seemed none too confident as they placed themselves between him and the white robed man. He crouched to lunge forward and the world went black again. His eyes closing as he drew in a long breathe.

It opened it's eyes, glancing about frantically for a second. Its shook its head and regained its composure. Turning around it knelt down and carefully picked Victoria back up. It then began to walk towards Alain and Gwenefiere shouting, "I think she needs to rest, where is the proper place for such?" as if nothing had happened.
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Victoria remained still as death. Even being set onto the cold stone floor did not effect her composure. As she slept, her body worked furiously to heal the damage to her body and mind. Dreams did not come as ones ordinarily had in the past. Conciousness was not something that she could gain relatively soon.

OOC: I am sorry they have been so short, but she's just not really doing anything....lol
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ooc: Yep - crystal's having trouble again

"And Secrecy leads to Treachery..." She mumbled contemptuously to his
words. "Yes, I know."

Looking up to him, She watched as he opened the door down the hall a
ways. She hadn't heard the comotion within her prison of thought, but it
came to her now, sight of that end of the hall was quickly lost though,
as Alain blocked her view. Sighing a little, She closed her eyes when he
pulled her to him, listening to his heart beat. He spoke of running,
which she knew he wouldn't, just as he said. Still there was fear there,
that he would rethink how he felt. It had happened to her before. But he
was different. He had been there before, in Aronia, With her. But he
couldn't hide so much of it from her. Well, he could, but she wished he
wouldn't.

"Then let me help you, Alain. You don't have to do this by yourself. I
would never have dragged all of the muck up if I wanted you to sort
through it alone." She almost whispered. Looking up to him, She gave a
half-smile. And really He was not alone in his change. Though his was
much deeper, and more pronounced, as he had to meld two lives, SHe had
to meld the traits of two species, for the first time. She had been
born a Vampire from the beginning, never changed like she had this
time. And this made her feel weak, afraid of losing those around her.
Something that should have felt so good and glamorous, felt sickening
and altogether different than how it had felt before. She had taken for
granted, in times before, the ability to not feel as humans had.
Gwenefiere returned his kiss, laying gentle fingers on his cheek. She
wanted him to trust her, to open up to her, rather than hiding and
brooding. It wasn't healthy. Alain's next words caught herheart and
she smiled wholly this time. Shifting from the wall, She faced him.

"And I love you Alain...There is reason...." She returned, her eyes
moving past him. Gwenefiere meant to say more, but she caught the
movements of the creature Victoria was becoming so fond of. She saw as
it set the priestess to the floor, slightly off with it's movements. It
seemed to be struggling with something, but nothing that could be
visibly obvious. Pushing from the floor, She moved toward the other
two, but didn't get far before the creature returned to reality. This
brought forward a new anxiety. A worry for the priestess. Meeting the
creature halfway, She quickly looked over the priestess and nodded to
the creatures words. Yes, she did need a place to rest. Gwen didn't say
anything, rather looked behind her to Alain. She didn't know how much
he had seen, but she would tell him later if he hadn't.

"I'll bring you to her quarters..." She said, somewhat perplexed by how
the Being was acting. Her eyes cast over his face with peculiar intrest.
She didn't know if she should leave him with her, but she had no choice
really, and she knew that the two were bound, as Victoria had said. Her
attention moved once more to Alain.

"Will you come with me to the hospital?" She asked quickly. She wished
he would. There was someone she wanted him to meet, and to see herself,
because it had been almost as long since she had seen the other as it
had been since she had seen...well been around, Auroth. The other was
only a dear and valuable friend, if it even was him. Sometimes
information had a way of getting miscommunicated, so Gwenefiere wasn't
exactly sure if Xaomen was even there. "You can bring your sister. I
doubt there will be anyone else there but Him." Meaning there would be
nothing to taint the young dragons mind. Her gaze went back to the other
being. It was probably time to move. She would discuss more about what
was happening with Alain later, when there was more time for them to
communicate it properly.

"I'll show you to Victoria's rooms, and I have to go for a bit. I will
send a Sick Maid if you like, but there isn't much they will be able to
do. She needs to wake on her own time." She spoke, Her eyes moving back
and forth from Victoria to It's face. Turning, Gwenefiere headed in the
opposite direction of the ritual chamber. The hall was long, doors
lining it with symmetrical intricacy. Unsure whether they were
following, She made her way to the right door, after figuring it's place
for a moment. It had been a long time and all the hallways in the castle
and temple held a ring of similitude. She found the door mostly by
energy though, as her counting method usually only worked when she
entered this part of the temple from the stairs.

The heavy ironwood doors opened at a touch, the darkness of the room
filtering out into the hallway even though lamps lit its length. It was
not a darkness that came from neglect though, but lived in darkness.
Stepping in, the lamps and sconces about the priestess's chambers lit
with her presence, or will, as she wanted the creature to be able to see
where he was going. She stepped with caution to the woman's bed and
turned down the bedclothes so she could be easily slipped into it's warm
confines. Her caution came from not knowing what kind of things the
priestess had or created in the Queens time gone. Gwenefiere knew that
she was safe, but she would have rather not been sorry. There was too
much to do. Waiting diligently or him to lay her to rest, her eyes
flicked to the doors every so often to see if Alain was there. She felt
exhausted, but there was much to be done. She peered about the room a
bit eyeing all that had changed. Not much, but that made her more
comfortable.
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It had nodded at her request for it to follow. Then it did so without question. It's own thoughts going over what had transpired but it felt better not to talk about them. Not yet atleast. Still it payed attention to the path she was leading it down.

Remebering each turn and door incase need be it had to leave then come back for whatever reason. The queen had kept looking at it strangely. It understood, its actions had been more peculiar than before. It contemplated speaking about it but felt it best not to as they walked.

Upon reaching Victoria's bed chambers it waited, standing there with her in its arms until Gwenefiere had pulled the sheets back it had done nothing but watch. It had guessed that they slept up the strange cloth material and on the odd soft article of furniture. So It placed her softly down upon the bed and stepped back.

It looked to Gwenefiere and began to speak, "There is something wrong with me. Twice now I was someone else...but not. It was...not real, but it was. A vision that took over my sight and thoughts. Though I was here it did not seem like it." it wasn't sure how to explain the odd happenings but Gwenefiere seemed like a wise creature and with Victoria unavailable for council at that moment it turned to the next most likely source. "I do not know what to make of it. Though I felt I should tell someone..." it trailed off. Begining to rethink its actions, perhaps it should just wait for Victoria to wake.
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