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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Mar 17, 2009 17:04:29 GMT -4
He did remember her. Marisolla smiled slightly. In some ways, it was nice to meet someone else who had had their life destoryed by the evil Salem villagers.
"Charmed." Marisolla nodded to the other vampire. "Somehow, I don't think that Mr. Reynolds told you I knew him when he was a boy. We lived in the same town. Isn't that right, Killian?"
She took a step closer to him, close enough that she could place a hand on his cheek. Marisolla nodded as her gaze moved over him.
"You're not a vampire like your friend and I."
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Mar 18, 2009 0:04:17 GMT -4
Killian jumped slightly as Alexis's hands wrapped around his arms and manuevered him ever so slightly to her right so that she was between himself and Mary. Through it all though Killian's eyes never left the woman. She was the first thing he had had contact with in regards to Salem since the morning he had left the town and sworn never to go back let alone even think on anything or anyone that was there.
"Somehow, I don't think that Mr. Reynolds told you I knew him when he was a boy. We lived in the same town. Isn't that right, Killian?"
Technically he hadn't told Alexis much of anything about himself since he had retuned to her shop that morning not dead as she would have thought. They hadn't gotten that far before his past decided to come parading in in the form of Mary Harper.
Killian forced himself not to back up as Mary took a step closer towards him; all the while his eyes never moved away from the older woman. He couldn't help the flinch that coursed its way through him though as he felt her hand against his face.
Vampire...
Mary Harper was a vampire....well that would quickly explain how it was she was still alive and well. Her statement hung in the air in regards to Killian though.
"No...I'm not...I'm human..." Killian replied his voice holding the slightest shake to it as he attempted to swallow down his anxiety.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Mar 18, 2009 7:22:49 GMT -4
Marisolla's eyes moved between the boy she knew and the completely useless vampire. Neither one of them worried her. She'd curse them both if they crossed her.
"You can't be human. You're dead." She made the statement matter of factly. "Now, I have no desire to sound like our fellow townspeople, but why don't you just tell me what you really are?"
A curious thought crossed her mind. What if Killian Reynolds really had been a witch all those years ago? Then that would mean that they Salem folk would have been right-at least once anyways. But once was enough to make her resentment towards the town not as appealing.
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Mar 18, 2009 10:22:58 GMT -4
“Obviously I’m not dead now am I?” Killian snapped back at her his eyes narrowing every so slightly at Mary as he took a step away severing the woman’s touch upon his face.
He was too fond of the situation placed before him currently; in truth he despised every second of it but he would be damned if he let it get the better of him. Speed bumps were no reasons to go careening off of a cliff after all.
But any and all nerve he had worked up quickly vanished with Mary’s next statement.
"Now, I have no desire to sound like our fellow townspeople, but why don't you just tell me what you really are?"
With just that simple question Mary Harper sent the walls of Killian’s world crumbling down upon him.
“Witch…hell spawn…demon…posion…devil child…abomination…waste…disgrace…vile creature…useless…WITCH… What was she your whore or perhaps you hers? ... The vile woman made you do it? ... We can save your soul yet boy…just tell us? ... Tell us or burn… tell us or die…TELL US WHAT YOU REALLY ARE?!”
He could hear their voices as clear as day; hell he could see their faces as if they were right in front of them once more. Their anger and violence heaped upon him day after day and hour after hour till they had finally tortured him to death but they had never gotten a single word from him. He hadn’t dared say a thing that would cause more shame to be sent upon his parents and he was not about to speak poorly of Esther the woman who had taught him and trained him in everything he had known during that life.
“…what you really are?...”
“Go to hell,” Killian growled out through clenched teeth his entire form literally shaking from anguish, rage and several other emotions he was nowhere ready to deal with.
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Post by Alexis London on Mar 18, 2009 18:00:27 GMT -4
Alexis was frantically trying to keep up with the conversation. Truthfully, she had no idea what to make of this. The only thing she had a good grasp on was the name "Salem" being tossed around. She was assuming it meant Salem, as in the small New England town that had saw fit to murder innocent people over presumed witchcraft.
And humans called vampires the monsters?
Alexis moved her eyes to Killian. He was clearly disturbed with what was happening. She was truthfully surprised that he hadn't attacked the other woman yet.
"Enough." Alexis shot Killian a quick glance. "If you two are going to talk, that's fine. But we're going to at least do it reasonably."
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Mar 18, 2009 21:49:11 GMT -4
Her prescense was clearly unnerving the young man. Marisolla set her jaw and kept her eyes firmly focused on the once young teenager before her.
"The good people of Salem took care of that, thank you." She slipped her hands into her coat pockets.
"We both survived, Killian, in one way or another." Marisolla's eyes moved off of the young man to the other vampire.
She didn't like the other vampire in the slightest. And if she wanted to speak freely with Killian was to be rid of the other vampire.
Marisolla slipped her hand around inside of her pocket. She encountered something long, roung and thin.
A syringe of dead man's blood. One never knew when they might need it.
Her thumb moved to the end of the needle, flipping off the cap. In a flash, her free left hand shot out and grabbed the other vampire's hair. It was such long hair. Her hand wrapped so perfectly into it. Twisting violently, Marisolla turned the other woman and ran the needle into her throat. Pressing down, she watched as the dark liquid drained from the tube.
"Sorry dear, this needs to be a private visit for now." Marisolla dropped the other woman's body onto the floor before turning her gaze back to Killian.
"Let's talk. We have a lot to catch up on."
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Post by Alexis London on Mar 19, 2009 7:18:34 GMT -4
Alexis saw a faint flicker of movement in the other vampire's eyes. But before she had a chance to react, the other woman's hand was tangled in her hair.
Alexis pulled back, doing nothing really except yanking the vampire's hold. Her hand managed to catch the woman's sleeve, but before it did any good, a quick stab into her neck informed her of what had just happened.
Twice in one month? Really?
Alexis hit the floor hard. She groaned slightly as the poison fell over her like a blanket. Her mouth opened to respond to the woman's comment, but the words never left her lips.
Was that really necessary?
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Mar 19, 2009 9:31:19 GMT -4
Killian’s eyes snapped over to Alexis as he felt her eyes snap to him for a moment.
“It’s fine…there isn’t anything to talk…” Killian’s words were cut off as Mary Harper lunged at Alexis with the quickness of a snake and sunk a needle into her throat rendering the woman unconscious in moments.
The shock of the entire situation was enough to floor anyone but Killian couldn’t even begin to figure out what in the hell had just happened…aside from the fact that apparently Mary Harper had gone bat shit crazy in the last 300 years.
Killian was at Alexis’s side within a second as he tried to figure out how exactly one checked to see if a vampire was ok. He was about to check for a pulse when he pulled his hand away berating himself for being a dumb ass…the dead didn’t have a pulse.
“Alexis…hey…wake up…” Killian said as he resorted to shaking the unconscious vampire. He wasn’t a fan of vampires…not really but if he had to pick between Alexis and Mary his loyalties would land with Alexis even if she had technically killed him once before.
“What the hell did you do to her?!” Killian snapped in Mary’s direction as Alexis remained unmoving upon the floor.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Mar 19, 2009 10:21:22 GMT -4
Marisolla took a step back. She watched the boy try and revieve his vampire friend.
"She'll be fine-eventually." Marsiolla crossed the few steps towards him. Reaching down, she lifted the boy back to his feet with one hand.
"I'm not crazy, Killian. I am what the people of Salem brought me to." She turned the boy to face her, meeting his eye firmly.l
"She did something to you. That woman-whoever it was you ran about with-she did something. She made you what you are today."
Well, at least the Salem idiots had gotten one witch in their hysteria-and created at least one more in the process.
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Mar 19, 2009 11:30:06 GMT -4
Killian didn’t even bother to struggle as Mary lifted him from the floor and turned him towards her with very little effort. He knew vampires were extremely powerful; hell he had seen first hand through Alexis that night in the cemetery.
Killian’s usual kind blue eyes were nothing but filled with ice cold malice as he stared back at her.
“I think that’s a matter of opinion,” Killian muttered as Mary claimed she wasn’t crazy. Hell she had only been in her presence for 10 minutes and she already seemed 10 different sorts of crazy.
Killian flinched slightly as Mary brought up Esther’s role in the whole affair.
“Esther O’Kavley,” Killian corrected her as he was not about to have her be brushed aside as just some woman whom he “ran about with.”
“She saved my life,” Killian snapped trying to keep his anger at a dull roar.
“When they saw fit to execute her she knew it wouldn’t be long before they turned to me so she did what she saw fit in order to save one of our lives.”
Killian’s hands clenched harshly into fists as he kept his glare firmly upon Mary. He had no desire to talk about any of this and had managed to do so till she had come parading into his current life. He knew she knew he wasn’t a vampire and he would be hard pressed to give up exactly what it was he was.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Mar 19, 2009 11:55:07 GMT -4
Marisolla considered the name that Killian had just dropped. A face quickly sprung into her head to match the name.
"Ah yes, I'd forgotten. It's amazing, isn't it?"
Marisolla's eyes burned back into Killian's, staring straight into him.
"The good people of Salem were trying to save so many from the evils of witchcraft, and yet they succeeded in doing nothing more than forcing both you, myself, and your friend Esther into their arms. Have you been back to Salem recently, Killian? You should see what they've done with the place....or rather, what I've done with the place."
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Mar 19, 2009 12:55:25 GMT -4
“How psycho you turned out to be? … Yeah pretty amazing,” Killian muttered casting a glance down at Alexis who still remained unmoving.
“Esther was far more powerful then they could have known and she never used it to hurt a soul…they had no idea what they were doing,” Killian muttered.
“You were a witch?” Killian asked his eyes searching Mary for a moment. Esther had known several other witches in Salem but a far as Killian had known Mary Harper had been a good church going woman who had gotten caught up in the need for bloodshed.
“I have no need to go back there. My parents died 300 years ago and I was obviously not welcome…” Killian’s words trailed off as he couldn’t help but be forced to remember the life he had once had in Salem and the parents who had cared for him so much even during the last days of his life.
“If I was cursed…I figured I wouldn’t share the wealth,” Killian muttered his shoes scuffing along the floor.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Mar 19, 2009 15:22:32 GMT -4
"It was the people of Salem who were crazy." Marisolla met his eyes darkly. "They are the ones who murdered their friends and neighbors without even hearing our stories. They put innocent people to death for no reason."
Marisolla's body surged with anger at the very thought of what had happened 300 years ago.
"I was never a witch. But they drove me to it. Turning to a vampire was the only way to save myself. And I suppose if you can't beat them, why not join them?"
"You should come and see it." She told him as she glanced around the shop. "Because I'm the one who's cursing Salem now. I'm making them pay for everything they did to all of us."
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Mar 19, 2009 15:32:59 GMT -4
“No need for the history lesson I was there remember?” Killian snapped back.
“Why?” Killian asked after thinking on her words for several moments.
“The people that live there now have nothing to do with what happened to us 300 years ago…it isn’t their fault. Now I’m not saying I’m going to use one of my lives to set up a summer home there but still the people there…these people weren’t the ones who killed us.” Killian wasn’t one to get involved in the troubles of others but he really didn’t understand the point of cursing the current town of Salem when it had been the town of the past that had been the ones who sought their unjust “justice.”
“You got your answers from me so what’s your story…what happened to Mary Harper?”
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Mar 19, 2009 15:48:03 GMT -4
"Their ancestors are there." It was a simple statement. She was calm when she spoke this one. "And they bring in others-they set up muesums and glorify every second of fear and agony that you, myself, your friend Esther went through! They sell their t shirts, call themselve Witch Town USA! It's our destoryed lives that pay their bills, Killian! It's ruining all that we stood for."
Her anger was making her more and more nervous. Marisolla tugged at her jacket's sleeves. She couldn't defend Salem, not in 1000 years.
"Mary Harper was saved moments before her execution by a vampire. She went to England with him and lived there. Now she lives in Salem and she makes the town miserable for what they did to her."
Marisolla folded her arms across her chest. Her hands were still clentched into fists.
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