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Post by Gardener Wild on May 3, 2010 20:39:16 GMT -4
Gardener's eyes followed Alyssa around the room as she went to the window.
"Well that sounds... riveting,"
"Doesn't it though? That's the exact word I was thinking of." He smiled as she moved to sit down beside him. He let one hand move up and trace her hair lightly.
"The problem with endless possibilities,..... "Is that it makes decision making very difficult."
"That it does. And we've had such an eventful evening, what other excitement could we possibly conjure up?"
Gardener sat up and leaned into Alyssa. He kissed her lips gently before letting his lips drift to where her pulse point would have once been.
"Tell me darling," he murmured into her ear, "who was lucky enough to turn someone as lovely as you?"
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Post by Alyssa Scarani on May 4, 2010 7:14:23 GMT -4
"Doesn't it though? That's the exact word I was thinking of."
A short laugh escaped Alyssa's lips and she shook her head at him. Well... at least they understood each other.
"That it does. And we've had such an eventful evening, what other excitement could we possibly conjure up?"
"What indeed?" She returned his kiss lightly before tilting her head to the side as his lips moved to her throat. She let out a small contented sigh. Maybe it was because she was a vampire or something but there was just something about her throat...
"Tell me darling, who was lucky enough to turn someone as lovely as you?"
Alyssa froze and pulled away from Gardener, her face dark as she looked at him. Way to kill the mood.
"I don't..." she looked away, forcing memories out of her head. She came to terms with all that centuries ago... in theory at least. "I don't talk about him."
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Post by Gardener Wild on May 4, 2010 7:47:42 GMT -4
Gardener smiled faintly as Alyssa returned his kiss. She had a lovely, elegant smell about her and he couldn't get enough of it as he leaned closer to her hair.
But he frowned slightly as Alyssa pulled away from him. And the expression on her face didn't sit well with him.
"I don't talk about him."
Ok, so she was one of those vampires. He knew an increasingly large number of vampires who didn't speak of their makers, or show any real loyalty to them. Not that he could be much of an example. He thought he may have gotten a post card from his own maker fifteen years ago, but that was about it.
"I'm sorry, darling." He traced his fingers lightly along her face. "I know well that the subject doesn't sit well with some. I should have been more careful before I asked."
Reaching for her, he drew Alyssa into his arms. Laying back on the sofa, he folded her securely against his chest.
"I'll tell you mine someday, if you want to hear it. It's not something I share with everyone, but you're very different."
Gardener didn't much like to talk of his past, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to have one other vampire who knew how he had become what he was. And Alyssa was trust worthy-he'd seen that for himself. He knew she wouldn't be the type to start rattling off his life story.
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Post by Alyssa Scarani on May 4, 2010 16:31:15 GMT -4
"I'm sorry, darling. I know well that the subject doesn't sit well with some. I should have been more careful before I asked."
"You don't have to apologise," she assured him, taking his hand and gently and absently playing with his fingers. Her reaction had probably been angrier than necessary, and obviously there was no need to be mad at Gardener, he couldn't possibly have known her reaction to such a question.
Alyssa allowed him to pull her to him, and made herself comfortable as he lay back on the couch, her fingers tapping lightly against his shoulder to the tune of a song long forgotten.
"I'll tell you mine someday, if you want to hear it. It's not something I share with everyone, but you're very different."
"I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours," she said after a moment of thought.
That was right, wasn't it? If he chose to share a part of his past with her, then it would only be fair to give him the same courtesy. And while she generally didn't like talking about it... ever... Gardener could be trusted.
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Post by Gardener Wild on May 5, 2010 10:49:05 GMT -4
Gardener linked his fingers through Alyssa and clasped gently. He was pleased the subject hadn't ended the evening there. Vampires were picky their personal historys. Lord knew he was. Which is why it somewhat amazed him he wanted to talk about it.
"I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours,"
"I lived here, in Paris. Actually, not far from where we are now. I'm sure I could find it, if I tried. Regardless, I had a wife, and two children-a boy and a girl. My girl liked rats. She used to bring them in and hide them in the house as pets. Well, this was hundreds of years ago, plague time. Rats carried the plague...so you can guess what happened next."
Gardener paused, wondering exactly where this was coming from. He'd been in Paris for years since that time, and this was the first time it had really boiled to head. Sure, there was always the visions, and the dreams, and the voices in his head, but this was the first time it had needed spoken of.
"I put their bodies out to be carried off to be dumped in some mass grave, or burned. I don't know what happened to them. I nearly died of the plague myself until the vampire showed up and saved me at the last second. I can't say I never looked back, that would be a lie."
He shook his head to clear away the visions which had threatened to overtake him. Running his fingers lightly through Alyssa's hair, he looked down at her.
"So that's basically what brought me to this point. Dead family, half dead me, vampire saves all. Fun, huh?"
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Post by Alyssa Scarani on May 5, 2010 15:30:25 GMT -4
Alyssa listened to Gardener's story quietly. The plague... that had been a bit before her time, but people were still talking about it. It must have been a horrible time to live in... and a horrible way to lose people you cared for.
"So that's basically what brought me to this point. Dead family, half dead me, vampire saves all. Fun, huh?"
Pushing herself up a bit, she brushed her lips gently against his. "I'm sorry about your family," she said sincerely.
So now it was her turn. She'd managed to avoid talking about that for four hundred years - give or take a couple - but she had said she would, and Gardener had held up his end.
"I lived in Venice," she began slowly. "And I was... well... not well liked. Ever since my early teens I would sneak out of the house and roam the streets, talking to people I shouldn't have... that's probably how I ended up 25 and still unmarried. It was all well and good to be interested in me in the dead of night, but to publicly accept damaged goods? Unthinkable."
She sighed, and lowered herself back down to rest against Gardener's chest. "I had a son, you see, a little boy named Jacabo... though I had him when I was fifteen due to... things happening... anyway, he was raised as my brother so I wouldn't be arrested for pre-marital sex and all that crap... everyone knew though."
"So 25, unmarried, and still sneaking out after dark, I run into Karl. He was everything my parents would have hated, and so I loved him. Dark, mysterious, strong and willing to pander to my every whim. One night we went for a swim in one of the canals and he turned me... and he just left me there, face down in the water. My family panicked when they found me, apparently dead, and dragged me inside the house. And..." she paused, unsure if she could continue, she thought she might have said enough, but now that she had got started she needed to get it all out.
"And when I woke up, I was so hungry... and I didn't know what was wrong with me. I was panicking and crying and hungry and then Jacabo came in and..." a deep breath. She would not cry. "And something in me snapped... and I killed him. But it wasn't enough... I killed my parents after that and then when I realised what I'd done I ran. I think I'm still running."
"I haven't seen or heard from my maker since he turned me."
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Post by Gardener Wild on May 5, 2010 21:22:34 GMT -4
Gardener smiled faintly as he felt Alyssa's lips against his.
"I'm sorry about your family,"
"Thank you. But as you know, human life doesn't keep well." Gardener realized now that he didn't miss his family anymore. There were moments where he thought of them, but they were so long dead it was hard to long for their company now.
Gardener listened as Alyssa began her tale, and he felt his arms seem to tighten instinctively around her. He couldn't say he knew what to do when women cried, but he knew when they were close. And Alyssa was certainly close right now.
"I haven't seen or heard from my maker since he turned me."
Gardener sat up, easing Alyssa up as well. He positioned her so that he could look directly at her.
"Listen to me, Sweet, what happened to your family? If you're carrying guilt over such things, you should drop it. It was not your fault-it was your maker's. You don't make a vampire, and then leave them to sort out what's happened to them on their own. If you can't take responsibility for your creation, you don't turn another."
It was a huge part of why Gardener himself had never turned anyone. He disliked intense responsibility. And being a maker came with a lot of responsibility. That and Gardener didn't want to take the possibility that there would be another vampire scampering after him for the rest of his life.
"The fact that our families are dead isn't really that tragic. If they'd lived, if we'd all lived, we all be nothing more than beings from history. But instead of that, we're alive and well. And in truth, we can create any life we want now. If I wanted more children, I could go get one easily. Not that it sounds exactly appealing to me, but some vampires would."
Gardener ran a hand lightly through Alyssa's hair, meeting her eyes thoughtfully.
"And as for your maker, who you haven't seen since death, fck him. It's entirely his loss."
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Post by Alyssa Scarani on May 6, 2010 6:54:40 GMT -4
Alyssa looked at Gardener with wide eyes... mostly in an attempt to keep from crying. It was ridiculous really, she hadn't actually cried seriously in... well... she didn't know how long... then again she hadn't thought about that night in a while either.
She tried to take his advice on board. Tried to shift the blame from herself to her maker... but it was difficult when she already blamed them both... when she specifically remembered tearing their throats out herself. And it wasn't a question of missing them, they'd been dead too long for her to miss them. It was more that she wished they'd died differently... less painfully.
Gardener did have a point though, they could create any life they wanted. She would be lying if she said she hadn't considered replacing Jacabo... but she didn't think she'd be a very good maker... and there was no one who could replace him anyway.
"And as for your maker, who you haven't seen since death, fck him. It's entirely his loss."
Alyssa regarded Gardener for a moment, tilting her head to the side slightly before leaning forwards and kissing him.
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Post by Gardener Wild on May 6, 2010 12:33:24 GMT -4
Gardener watched Alyssa and waited for her reaction. He'd made a number of enemies over his time playing the "fck your maker" card. There were some vampires out there who you didn't say anything bad about and would have defended said maker even if they had a stake to their heart.
Gardener was not of that school. If his maker suddenly started settling down with humans, he would have spit on the man's name.
As Alyssa's lips were suddenly on his, he decided she wasn't of that school either. Agree with him or not, the point hadn't angered her-which was a good thing.
"Change of subject, yes?" He murmured as he sat up and drew Alyssa onto his lap."I suspect we will both grow weary of the current one very soon."
He allowed his lips to once again close over hers as his arms pulled her to his chest. Gardener really didn't want to hear another word about makers-being one or ones that already exhisted.
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