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Post by Shane Lyghte on Jun 10, 2010 9:11:54 GMT -4
Shane was pleased that the man was keeping his distance; that was at least a plus all other things considered. Even though the man or well the thing could keep his distance Shane still didn't want him around.
"Well, someone put it on the market, so apparently it was. I know your kind likes your space, but sorry buddy. Life does go on for some people."
Shane's eyes darkened considerably at the man's last statement...life goes on....apparently it did for everyone but him! His death hadn't even gone he had just been stuck somewhere in between life and death and it seemed as if that wasn't going to change anytime soon. Somewhere Shane heard a low growl and he knew it was from him his nails digging into the soft flesh of his palm.
The stairs began to tremble as Shane nearly felt the anger tear from him...life didn't always go on and that was something which was rather annoying.
"Dude, that is not happening. You are not calling the shots here. Besides, there are only a handful of ways I can die. I don't think angry spirit is one of them. I'm not human, so try your best."
"What are you then?" Shane asked his curiosity getting the better of him and over powering the need he felt to be angry. He hadn't even been dead a year yet; old habits die hard.
"You like Springsteen?"
"Who?"
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Post by Jericho Nadasdy on Jun 10, 2010 22:09:55 GMT -4
Jericho began pacing where he stood. Curiosity was beginning to annoy the cat. He wanted to go upstairs and see what he was dealing with. Or who he was dealing with.
Suddenly the stairs behind him began to tremble and Jericho took a step back. This ghost was easily one of the most active he'd ever met. He'd never seen one who pulled so many tricks out of his ghostly sleeve.
"What are you then?"
"Vampire." Jericho answered. "You know, undead bloodsucker. Hotter, cleaner and more organized than a zombie? Edward Cullen?"
The ghost sounded young, maybe he was a Twilight fan? If he was young enough to know them.
"Who?"
"Oh dude! You're killing me!" Jericho groaned. The worst had now happened-he was alone with a frisky spirit who didn't know Springsteen. Well just stake him now.
"Glory Days? Dancing in the Dark?" Jericho paused. Maybe he was hitting the wrong genre. "Ok, if no Springsteen....Lil Wayne? Kris Brown? Green Day? Nirvana?"
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Post by Shane Lyghte on Jun 15, 2010 0:15:39 GMT -4
"Vampire."
One simple word caused Shane to freeze in his spot. His breath freezing within his chest as he staggered backwards further into the shadows.
"Vampire."
There was a vampire living in his house...not just a person or even an annoying person at that but a vampire...the same creature which had torn his life from him to begin with.
"You know, undead bloodsucker. Hotter, cleaner and more organized than a zombie? Edward Cullen?"
Shane knew the man...no correction the vampire was still speaking but he was no longer processing the creatures words; they weren;t important. Getting him out og the Lyghte House was the only thing which currently occupied Shane's mind. He could feel the firm grasp of fear nearly choke him as hi eyes blazed through the dark.
"Out..." Shane hissed his vocie low so low he wasn;t even sure that it had come from him. The entire house began to shake upon its foundations as cracks snaked through teh plaster of the wall and the chandeliar in the hallway trembeled before crashing to the ground; Shane could only hope it would slam down upon the vampire.
He didn't really care about the Phantom of the Opera cliches any longer.
The floor creaked and the wood of the boards snapped as plaster fell from the roof and the house continued to shake as Shane felt fear he had not experienced in a very long time take hold of him. He staggered backwards into his room the house almost screaming in protest. Sitting upon the edge of the bed Shane laced his fingers through his hair as his body trembeeld and the house continued to shake and crack under the onslaught of Shane's emotional turmoil.
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Post by Jericho Nadasdy on Jun 15, 2010 21:25:19 GMT -4
Jericho waited. There was nothing else he could do. Finally, for effect, he decided to hold his breath. Not that he needed to breath, but it was fun to pretend that he was human for all of thirty seconds.
And then all hell broke loose.
"Out."
Almost as soon as the word was spoken, the chandalier above him came crashing down and landed on top of him.
And now Jericho was angry.
He lay under the light fixture for a few seconds until he was sure he wasn't about to light the house on fire out of spite. Then he threw the object off of him and sent it crashing across the room and slamming into a wall.
"All right, now that just fcking p!ssed me off!" Jericho stormed up the stairs, not caring if the spirit wanted to be seen or not. He had lost his patience-and a piece of plaster slamming onto his head didn't help anything.
"This needs to stop!" He yelled at the empty hallway. "I'm a vampire, ok?! Another supernatural being! We're allies-technically. Kinda. Sorta."
Jericho's voice broke off as his hand found a light switch He opted for flipping it on. The upstairs lights hadn't been trashed in the ghost's earlier fit. Sitting on the hallway floor was a guitar. Reaching down, Jericho picked it up.
"Is this yours?" He called, trying to calm himself down. "Come on dude, just talk to me. I don't know what's got you so upset, but you're going to trash this house you love so much if you keep this up."
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Post by Shane Lyghte on Jun 30, 2010 10:33:29 GMT -4
From his spot in the bedroom Shane could hear the vampire storm up the stairs no doubt far beyond angry now.
Good.
"This needs to stop! I'm a vampire, ok?! Another supernatural being! We're allies-technically. Kinda. Sorta."
"We're not allies..." Shane's voice whispered through the hallway. He may have been in the bedroom but he had long since learned how to use the house to his best ability. And he would do whatever he could to get the blood sucker out of his house.
"You're monsters...MURDERERS!!"
Shane's voice held enough anger in it that the walls of the house literally trembled in response. His entire body was shaking and he had no idea how to calm himself down. There was a creature in the house; the same sort of creature that had snapped his world in two and he had no idea what to do about it.
"Is this yours? Come on dude, just talk to me. I don't know what's got you so upset, but you're going to trash this house you love so much if you keep this up."
Shane glared at the closed door as the vampire's voice traveled into the room. he had left the guitar in the hallway; that was rather inconvenient since it was one fo the few things he actually had to do in the house he had long since found himself trapped in.
"I don't want to talk to you," Shane said before he could stop himself. His voice had lost its anger and reflected more of a sense of defeat and fear then anything else. His body he still found was shaking and he was unable to stop it.
"You're a vampire...a killer and I don't want you in this house," Shane explained his dark blue eyes staring down at the floor beneath his feet. He felt helpless and he hated feeling that way. He had survived out of feeling strong within the house and now he felt defeated all over again.
He couldn't get the vampire out and he couldn't destroy the house as he wasn't exactly certain what would happen to him if he did.
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Post by Jericho Nadasdy on Jun 30, 2010 21:13:10 GMT -4
"You're monsters...MURDERERS!!"
Well now, there was a tough question to answer. Jericho had to think on that one for a moment. But in truth, he'd been a murderer before he was a vampire, and his mother had never been a vampire and she'd been a damned good vampire.
"Look, I'm going to guess you were human once? Well, let me tell you, humans are no saints either, dude." Jericho folded his arms across his chest, the guitar still in one hand.
"And if it's any consolation to you, I don't kill people anymore. I know how not to do that."
Jericho could have given the whole deal on how he hadn't wanted to be a vampire, how it was a curse, but that was a lie. Jericho liked being a vampire. He thought he might be born for it.
"I don't want to talk to you,"
"Yeah, of course you don't. Look, why don't I leave this for you?" He strolled closer to where the voice was coming from. "Here."
Jericho neatly leaned the guitar against the wall in the general vicinity of where the voice came from.
"You're a vampire...a killer and I don't want you in this house,"
Jericho rolled his eyes as the house continued to shake. This was a pain in the ass, but he was tired of fighting it. He had other things to do.
"I could be a lot worse, buddy. I don't steal, and I don't lie."
Jericho went downstairs. In the darkness, he retrieved his laptop and dropped onto the couch. Setting it up, he was pleased to find that there was already wireless connection he could steal. He guessed he'd have to get his own to assure no breakdowns.
After taking a moment to admire his wallpaper which consisted soley of imagines of True Blood images of Evan Rachel Wood and Kristin Bauer, Jericho flipped on his Itunes and found the American Idiot soundtrack. He set it to "21 Guns" and then opened his Twitter account. Hhhmmm...what to start with tonight?
JerichoVamp.....is getting annoyed that his new house keeps shaking
There, that said it.
"And now for a little Farmville." Jericho nodded, flipping open another tab and heading for Facebook.
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Post by Shane Lyghte on Jul 26, 2010 22:38:12 GMT -4
"I could be a lot worse, buddy. I don't steal, and I don't lie."
Shane highly doubted that but just the same he kept his thoughts to himself as he heard the vampire make his way down the hallway and down the stairs. He kept still until he heard the man's footstep end at the bottom of the stairs and make his way into the livingroom...it would ahve been better had they gone to and out the front door.
Then the house was silent or at least the upstairs was silent. Giving things a few more moments Shane pulled himself from the edge of the bed and opened the door slightly to find his guitar leaning against the nearby wall. Casting a glance up and down the hall Shane pulled the guitar into the room and set it upon the bed. He glanced down at the instrument and then back towards the door.
Slipping through the door and silently making his way down the hallway back to the edge of the stairs Shane attempted to glance down the stairs to see if he couldn't find the vampire. The dull glow which came from the livingroom gave credence to the fact that the vampire either learned how to glow or he was using a laptop; which in itself was a rather odd thought.
Carefully making his way down the stairs Shane found himself at the bottom far quicker then he intended to. He stared at the back of the vampire and then towards the door. He would leave if he could but he couldn't leave; he had tried countless times to leave and there was no way he could. He was trapped...held prisoner in the house he had died in.
"I was human not long ago," Shane explained his vocie more of a whisper as he stuck to the wall of the livingroom. The computer was casting too much light for his comfort adn Shange glared at the screen adn a few moments later the laptop screen went black casting the room into darkness.
"And then a vampire came...and tore my throat out."
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Post by Jericho Nadasdy on Jul 28, 2010 17:23:04 GMT -4
On one tab, Jericho was planting potatoes on his farm and getting annoyed because he had bought one of those stupid virtual dogs that was ungodly expensive and a general pain in the ass.
"Come back every 24 hours and feed your dog or the stupid thing will run away and it will cost more money to get it back."
Jericho rolled his eyes. Not that he hadn't already spent a small fortune on the stupid virtual farm, but it was the closest thing he would ever come to farming.
On the other tab, Jericho had his email open. An email from Cordelia on how she'd stumbled across their long lost brother Templeton. That was fascinating. Jericho emailed her back saying he'd be on his way soon. Truthfully, he'd always had a soft spot for his baby sister. He and Lexia were a team, Cordelia was just the baby.
"I was human not long ago,"
"Oh?" Jericho's head turned as he heard the ghost's voice nearby. He almost turned completely around, but then he figured the spirit would be off and he'd be screwed again. Suddenly, the laptop on his lap went dark.
"Oh you've got to be freaking kidding me." He let his head fall back on the sofa. "Dude, come on, I can't spend another 5 bucks getting that damn dog back."
"And then a vampire came...and tore my throat out."
"Well, that explains your dislike of vampires." Jericho said, putting the laptop down on the couch.
"But look, I'm not him. I didn't take your life. I won't hurt you. Promise. Just stop messing with my stuff. Most of it's expensive."
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