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Post by Alexis London on Sept 23, 2008 10:06:36 GMT -4
Alexis rolled her eyes at the boy's protests. She hated complaints of any sort and complaints from men especially irked her. Didn't he realize just how lucky he was to be in her company at this moment?
"It's no trouble, really." She tightened her fingers into his arm, pulling him further along the narrow pathway.
Alexis shot a glance over her shoulder to see if anyone else was in sight. No one. Perfect. In one motion, she swung the boy's arm down to the ground, laying him perfectly over a grave.
"Maybe it's not the little girl who's afraid of the cemetary." Alexis kneeled gracefully down beside him. "Maybe it's you."
She laid her hand carefully on the boy's chest, holding him down to the ground.
"Do you know there are lots of things to be afraid of in a cemetary? Unfortunately I'm one of them."
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Sept 29, 2008 10:43:21 GMT -4
Samantha let Rosella lead her away. She was beginning to get a bad feeling once she couldn't see Rosella's mother or Killian anymore.
"Uh...Rosella how much further is your bag? I don't seem to remember you having one." She asked nervously as she watched where she stepped.
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Post by Rosella Lestrange on Oct 1, 2008 16:14:40 GMT -4
Rosella glanced over her shoulder, frowning at the girl. She was remarkably suspicious for a human who chose to spend a night in a cemetary.
"It's just over here!" Rosella pulled the girl's arm towards a cemetary. Fortunately, she kept herself prepared for things like this. She'd picked up enough "collectibles" from her victims over the years to accumulate a few props.
"See, right here." Rosella let go of Samantha and dropped to her knees on the ground. Before her lay a pink backpack. On the ground, three dolls which had come out of packaging labeled "Bratz", a pink teddy bear, and a collection of doll clothes were displayed. She smiled. How more normal could she look?
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Oct 8, 2008 9:17:18 GMT -4
Killian continued to be all but dragged alongside the woman as she took him towards where he assumed these graves were…not of course that there was nay real reason for him to need to see them and Killian couldn’t completely swallow down the rising anxiety as his creeping suspicion that something was completely off grew by the second. He flinched slightly and instinctively tried to pull his arm away from the woman as he felt her hands digging into his arm with more force then he would have given her credit for.
A thought crossed Killian’s mind in a moment and he realized there was supposed to be a father yet so far they hadn’t even heard much mention of the man who was “supposed” to be there as well.
“If you don’t mind me asking…where’s…” but the rest of the question never surfaced as Killian suddenly found himself slammed to the ground his eyes widening with surprise as he found himself staring up at Rosella’s mother.
“What the hell is your problem?!” Killian asked unable to keep his panic at bay. He tried to push himself off the ground but found the woman had him well and truly pinned to the dirt of the grave he was laying on top of.
“I’ve spent more time in them then you give me credit for,” Killian replied with a glare as he stared up at the woman unable to shift himself away from her hold upon.
Her last statement caused Killian’s eyes to grow wide and his moving to stop entirely as he stared up at her feeling the blood in his veins grow cold. It wasn’t that he feared dying per say but he didn’t exactly enjoy it either and he was starting to run out of lives and if he was out of the picture that would leave Samantha who he was pretty sure wasn’t even partially immortal out in the open. He had a million questions running through his mind but he for the moment at least picked silence as his companion since more times then not he tended to piss people off when he opened his mouth.
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Post by Alexis London on Oct 8, 2008 18:50:06 GMT -4
Alexis rolled her eyes. She had no patience for a boy who enjoyed spending his time in cemetaries.
"Well, I hope you aren't afraid-because you'll be spending a lot of time in one from now on."
Keeping one hand firmly on the boy's chest, Alexis undid the buttons of her coat and tossed it over one of the other graves. Her dress beneath was black, and black dresses showed less blood and bloody coats were hard to explain.
Alexis used one fingernail to individually flick each button from the boy's shirt, leaving his chest exposed.
"My name is Alexis. I'm a little different from those other two you met tonight. What's your name? I like to know the names of those who's throats I'm about to rip out."
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Dec 1, 2008 12:11:29 GMT -4
Killian’s eyes remained locked with the woman on top of him. He had no idea how things had turned from creepy to full blown screwed up but they had and in record time for that matter. A look of confusion flashed across his face as the woman began to unbutton her jacket and proceeded to fling it on top of a nearby head stone and then proceeded to pull the buttons from the dress shirt he had been buried in leaving his chest exposed to the cool night air.
The dank chilled aired licked at his flesh causing shivers to rack through his body as he stared up at Alexis trying to keep his panic at bay but that was a lost cause in itself at this point.
“I don’t think your husband would appreciate you pulling a Mrs. Robinson on me in a graveyard there Ale…” the smart ass comment froze upon his lips though as the severity of Alexis’s last statement hung in the air like the death which hung all around them in the cemetery.
Killian swallowed hard trying to push down the lump in his throat as he tried to figure out what in the hell he could possibly do to keep the clearly insane woman on top of him from killing him. He tried to shove her off of him once more but the woman’s inhuman strength held stead fast and he couldn’t even cause her to shift slightly.
“Killian…my names Killian and I gotta tell you I really prefer to stay alive…with my throat intact if you don’t mind,” he replied his voice quivering slightly even as he tried to mask the fact that he was scared beyond reason.
“Besides…I’m too pretty to die,” he offered with a slight smirk hoping against hope to lighten the situation enough for him to grab the upper hand somehow.
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Post by Alexis London on Dec 1, 2008 21:04:19 GMT -4
Alexis was becoming bored by the boy's chatter-and that was most certainly a problem because she was incredibly skilled at entertaining herself. The only problem was the other game participants didn't always care for the rules. A few had even attempted to complain that she didn't play fair, or that she always won.
She looked down at her fingernails which were polished with a clear layer of gloss and sighed with boredom.
"First of all, Dustin Hoffman is the worst actor ever known to human kind. Jean-Georges Noverre-now that was an entertainer. Look that one up in the next life, you won't be disappointed."
"Well, Killian, darling, it's lovely to make your acquaintance." Alexis pulled herself into a sitting position, resting her leg over his and her left arm on the tombstone behind him. With her right hand, she took his and shook it in mock greeting. "And did you have some attachment to your throat? Pity...."
Alexis dropped his right arm onto his stomach and pressed her hand over it, digging both into his skin.
"While we're getting to know one another, I'll let you in on a secret." She leaned over him, pressing her lips against his ear.
"That little girl? She's not my daughter. She's not even human." Alexis smirked at Killian as she held her face inches from his. Her right hand left his and slipped up his chest. She turned her index finger on it's side, running the length of her nail up to his breastbone. As she grew closer to the bone, she gradually pressed harder.
A thin trail of blood appeared in the path her nail had left. Alexis smiled and reached down. gathering the drops with her thumb and licking them off delicately.
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Dec 2, 2008 16:01:19 GMT -4
“What not a Rain Man fan?” Killian replied back with a sly smirk as he stared up at the woman. He was determined not to let her see exactly how much he was not ok with his current situation and if it got him killed then so be it…as long as it was quick and relatively painless anyways…
“I’ll make a note.”
Killian’s eyes burned into Alexis’s as she took his hand in hers and mockingly shook it. He couldn’t ignore how the touch of her skin was colder then ice and it snapped right through his very bones. She definitely hadn’t been lying the woman was anything but human but Killian didn’t have the foggiest idea what exactly she was and how the hell he was going to get away from her.
“Yeah rumor has it I need it in order to remain in the land of the living,” Killian snapped back at Alexis as he felt Alexis pressing down upon him her force biting into his skin.
Killian flinched away from her lips as Alexis’s cool voice licked icily against his ear. Even her breath was ice cold against his skin and he felt his eyes grow wide as the danger Samantha was in dawned on him. His own safety was no longer at the front of his mind; hell he could come back but Samantha couldn’t of that he was certain.
Killian gritted his teeth against the pain that sliced slowly through his chest as the woman dragged her nail along his chest bringing blood to the surface. As he watched her horror ever evident in his eyes he made a snap decision which he knew very well could cost him his life but he had to warn Samantha.
“ Didn’t you learn anything from the movies…small talk always bites you in the end…” Killian whispered harshly his eyes burning into Alexis’s before he jerked his eyes towards where Samantha had gone.
“SAMANTHA RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Killian yelled his voice tearing through the silence of the cemetery.
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Post by Alexis London on Dec 2, 2008 21:39:54 GMT -4
Alexis cleaned the blood from under her fingernails with the tip of her tongue.
"Rain Man was pathetic, land of the living is overrated and-." Alexis shot him a displeased look as the boy chose to scream off towards where the girl had disappeared with the demon child.
"Shut up!" She laughed, giving him a playful smile. "Now what did that accomplish? No, really, I'm serious-SHUT UP."
Alexis grabbed the boy's throat with her left hand and slammed him back onto the ground. Her fingers cut into his trachea, cutting off his air.
"What was that for? Do you really think I give a rat's ass about that stupid girl? It's your blood I want-it's your blood I'll spill."
Alexis dug the fingernails of her right hand into the flesh on Killian's left side and pulled towards her. Her nails tore gashes of flesh up, leaving rivers of blood across his abdomen.
"Now I was human once." She told him, her eyes staring into his. "And I had a nanny just like all the rest of you. And she used to say to me: "Alexa, do not ever play with your food. It's not ladylike." And of course, I wouldn't want to be rude and disappoint her. So excuse me, darling Killian, while it was a pleasure to have met you this is nothing personal."
Alexis ran the nail of her thumb into the boy's jugular vein. It sent a current of blood spilling out. Pushing back her hair, Alexis leaned over and sealed her lips over the puncture wound. She drank, pulling the blood and life from the boy's body.
When the blood flow subsided, Alexis stood up and retrieved her coat. Pulling it on, she re-buttoned it.
"Like I said, darling, it was nothing personal." Alexis reached down and closed the boy's eyelids before turning to disappear into the night.
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Dec 4, 2008 9:50:37 GMT -4
Killian strained to hear in the darkness of the cemetery to see if he could possibly hear any indication that Samantha had heard his warning or even worse that she hadn’t and that girl that freaky little queen of the children of the corn demon child had done something to her. Either way the only thing which greeted his senses was complete and utter silence.
Killian’s eyes snapped back on to Alexis as he quickly took note that his fleeting moment of heroism had had its effect on her at least. Before he had a moment to speak in his defense a dull flash of pain slammed through the back of his head as she slammed him backwards again her force more then getting the upper hand on him as he tried to shove her off of him. His panic grew ten fold as her hand clamped around his throat like a vice immediately cutting off his air supply.
Any answers or pleas he could have mustered to her comments came out as painful and frantic gasps as Killian tried frantically to pull and tear at her fingers trying to loosen her grip upon him as his body flew into survival mode. But it was useless; Alexis whatever she was was far stronger then Killian had ever been.
A strangled cry of pain tore itself from Killian’s light blue tinged lips as h felt her nails like knives rip into his side and the warm sensation of his blood slicking across his skin and sticking his shirt to his side filled his senses. The stench of his blood filled the air around him and Killian’s fight to survive grew more frantic with every passing second.
Killian’s eyes locked with Alexis’s as she glared down at him his fighting momentarily stopping as his wide blue eyes stared up at her desperately and silently pleading. He knew he didn’t have to fear death but the act of death, a long drawn out and painful death brought memories crashing down around him he would rather not have to contend with. His deaths to this point had all been rather normal and quick one could say in the ways of death classification. It wasn’t since the very first time he died…since he had been murdered had he been sought out and killed deliberately.
Killian’s eyes widened and a gasp of pain echoed around them as the woman tore open his throat sending torrents of blood down his chest and sending shivers down his entire body as the white hot flash of pain was all he saw for a moment before the woman’s steely eyes came into focus for the briefest of moments.
As the Alexis’s cold lips sealed over his neck Killian felt a pain like nothing he had ever felt before and that was saying an awful lot considering the first way he had been put to death. A strangled cry of pain forced it way from his throat as the burning sensation of the woman basically sucking him dry and extinguishing the life within him seared through him like a roaring inferno. He weakly reached out with his hands for something…anything to latch on to as he felt the cold fingers of death creeping around him and his body began to shake with the onset of death tremors.
His hand dug into the soft wet ground around them digging into the dirt and grass as he desperately tried to latch on to it his blue eyes wide and pain filled as he shuddered with each breath till with a few violent jerks his body grew still and pale the life completely extinguished from him once more.
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Dec 4, 2008 22:47:35 GMT -4
Samantha had been watching the little girl and her bag. Being in the cemetery and all of the strange things that were happening was really beginning to put wear and tear on her nerves. She had already seen a ghost and now she was with a very not normal child. Every little bump in the night made her flinch slightly.
"Now that we have your bag maybe we shou..." Suddenly she heard Killian yell for her to run. What could have happened that he would tell her to run. Not really thinking but letting her adrenaline take hold she grabbed the girl's hand.
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Post by Rosella Lestrange on Jan 8, 2009 20:20:03 GMT -4
Rosella didn't figure that the vampire had any good plans for dealing with Killian. And she wasn't about to argue. But for now, she'd had her fun and it was time to move on.
She gathered the toys together and put them back into her bag. As she got to her feet, she heard the boy scream. Then Samantha was grabbing her hand.
"Why does he want you to run? Is this a game?" Rosella glanced at the girl with fake curiousity. Yanking her hand away from Samantha's, Rosella ran towards Killian's voice. She wanted to see the boy's corpse-or whatever might be left of him.
"Mommy!" She yelled, running across the graveyard. "Moma!"
Rosella froze. The boy was laying a grave. There was blood covering him. He was clearly dead-no human could lose that much blood and live to tell about it. Rosella couldn't keep herself from laughing before turning the sound into a high pitched scream.
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Jan 17, 2009 10:42:46 GMT -4
Samantha ran after Rosella. She was being cautious as to not run over graves so she fell behind. A few moments later she heard Rosella scream.
Oh my God. What's happened? I need to get Rosella safe! She thought as she ran towards the scream.
She arrived only to freeze upon seeing Killian dead. She felt the blood rush out of her face. Her mind a total blank as she looked upon the boy there was only fear in her eyes. She began to come back to the world and turned to Rosella. They needed to get away from whatever it was that did this. She couldn't imagine what could do such a thing all she knew is that they needed to get out of there.
"Come on sweetie. We need to get out of here now. Maybe the cops will help. Please don't stay we'll find your Mommy later." She held out her hand for Rosella to take it so they could run away.
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Post by Rosella Lestrange on Mar 19, 2009 22:42:10 GMT -4
Rosella froze dead on her feet and stared at the girl's outstretched hand.
"She's not my mommy! My mommy did bad things. And she died. That's what happens to people who do bad things-they die. And you know what's a bad thing? Playing in the cemetary."
Rosella reached up and grabbed Samantha's hand, clasping it tightly in her own. Her eyes flashed to black.
"Bad people do bad things. And bad things should be punished."
Rosella raised her free hand. As she did, a few nearby leaves began to smolder. Slowly, the fire spread across the dead cemetary grass.
"Bye bye Samantha. Thanks for playing with me." And she let go of the girl's hand and ran off.
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