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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Sept 1, 2010 22:15:09 GMT -4
Marisolla continued to stare into the night as she drove away. She half expected to see the monster jump in front of her car, attacking them.
"Yes ma'am,"
Good. She didn't want to think of this night anymore. It was terrifying-and she was never frightened let alone terrified.
"I didn't mean to kill this one..."
"Regardless, you did. And I don't want to keep spending $70 for you to develop a cat killing addiction."
"Sorry for ruining your makers visit,"
"It happens, so long as it doesn't happen tomorrow night. He will not let me tell him no again."
Marisolla was sure of that. Ryden was pleasant, reasonable, but she didn't want to test his patience. He was a good vampire, and he expected none the less of her.
"We will meet him tomorrow-and you will kill nothing and stay clean, understood?"
She could still smell blood. Where the hell was it coming from?
"Are you bleeding?"
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Sept 26, 2010 13:29:48 GMT -4
"Regardless, you did. And I don't want to keep spending $70 for you to develop a cat killing addiction."
"Yes ma'am," Rowland muttered once more. He wouldn't tell Marisolla this but a part of him really really really hoped that the cat didn't come back. If Salem had been an evil thing before it ever died he could only imagine the hell cat which would return should the cursed grown work its magic.
"We will meet him tomorrow-and you will kill nothing and stay clean, understood?"
"Yes ma'am," Rowland muttered again with a slight roll of his eyes as he pulled down the sleeve to his sweater and pressed the cloth against his face to collect the blood which was dripping down the side and down his neck. It had been a long while since he had bled for any good amount of time and it was slightly un-nerving to notice the lack of the wound healing as it should have what with him being a vampire and all.
"Are you bleeding?"
"It's just a scratch..." Rowland explained keeping his face turned away from Marisolla as he kept his cloth clad palm pressed against the scratch. It was a scratch from whatever sort of hell creature lay in that graveyard and for the life of him Rowland couldn't remember if Thomas had been scratched or marked by the beast; hell he hadn't seen his friend clearly until he had been about to go into the ground after that night.
"It'll stop..." Rowland tagged on though rightfully knowing that it should have long since stopped. For the moment he would ignore that fact.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Sept 26, 2010 20:52:17 GMT -4
Marisolla listened to the sound of Rowland dutifully agreeing with her. She knew that the cat's death had been accident, but still, he'd done it. She wasn't going to let him forget it either.
"We'll go home, get a little sleep, and then get up and see to the house. I'm sure it will need cleaning and-why are you still bleeding?!"
As much as she hated to do it, Marisolla pulled the car over to the side of the road, turned on her four way flashers and looked at Rowland. Sure enough, she saw the scratch with its blood pouring from it.
"What on earth?" Marisolla stared at the cut, and then raised a hand to her lips. Extending her fangs, she pierced one finger on a fang and began rubbing the blood against the cut, hoping it would stop or at least slow.
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Sept 26, 2010 22:19:34 GMT -4
"We'll go home, get a little sleep, and then get up and see to the house. I'm sure it will need cleaning and-why are you still bleeding?!"
"It'll stop," Rowland protested once again in response to Marisolla's statement. Though he really wished it would stop the whole continually bleeding thing was not something he missed from his time as a human.
Rowland's eyes darted behind them as Marisolla pulled over the car; they were not nearly far away enough from the grave site for Rowland to feel at all comfortable with this. He just wanted to be home for some reason it felt as if as long as they passed their own threshold nothing could get at them there. Rowland had felt that way ever since he was a child...though there had come a point in time where the darkness could always break in if it wanted to badly enough.
"Marisolla...we can do this at home..." Rowland protested as his maker began to rub her own blood against the scratch on the side of his face.
"We're not nearly far enough..." Rowland whispered his blue eyes locking with hers as he felt the blood from the wound slow until it was no longer bleeding freely. Frowning slightly Rowland brushed his own hand across his face to find that where the wound has once been bleeding freely was now a scabbed over scratch. It was a plus that he was no longer bleeding but something else entirely that the wound had scabbed over instead of healing completely.
"Lets just go home Marisolla."
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Sept 27, 2010 20:02:06 GMT -4
Marisolla ignored Rowland's protest. That wasn't exactly unusual. She knew what she was doing and what she was hoping to accomplish. In fact, that seemed to be the theme of the evening. She only hoped that everything had worked out the way she wanted in the long run.
The blood was slowing, but a scab was forming-which Marisolla didn't understand. She frowned. Her witch instincts were now overriding her vampire ones. Something was wrong, this was not sitting right with her.
"Lets just go home Marisolla."
Marisolla considered it. There wasn't much she could do here. She had a lot more at home she could use. And they were unnaturally close to...
"Of course." Marisolla moved back into the driver's seat and put the car into drive.
"Keep an eye on that....it makes me nervous."
Granted, she knew that wasn't what he wanted to hear, but she couldn't think of anything else that would be what he wanted to hear.
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Sept 27, 2010 21:39:58 GMT -4
"Of course. Keep an eye on that....it makes me nervous."
"Fantastic..." Rowland muttered as Marisolla slipped away from him and went back behind the wheel of the car. He felt slightly at ease once the car slipped back into drive and they continued on their pace towards home. Once they got home everything would right itself and slip back into the normal way of things. If they were lucky and if God was feeling generous Salem would stay dead and Marisolla would get a new cat and life for the undead would continue on as normal...or well as normal as it got.
Rowland leaned his head back against the seat and stared out the window. They would go home and time would pass and with the new day everything would be fine. They were already technically dead...they couldn't die again...couldn't be cursed by some monster.
Sighing deeply Rowland shut his eyes and attempted to calmly take the ride back home. Perhaps in the morning he would go and see if he could find Maya again; she had been something he had never experienced before and he would of course do it early enough that he could still be classified as presentable by the time Marisolla's maker came around.
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