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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Sept 29, 2010 22:26:26 GMT -4
The moment Marisolla had pulled the car into the driveway of the house Rowland had pitched himself out of the car and went directly up to his room locking the door behind him. It had been years since he had felt that sort of fear. It had been fear which traveled through to his very soul and he would have lived happily had he never had to feel fear like that again. Shutting off the lights Rowland lay in silence his fingers tracing over the scratch mark on his face. He needed to be able to explain it; things which could be explained weren't nearly as frightening...even vampires came with an explanation. But this...this darkness that they had witnessed came with no explanation and Rowland feel asleep surrounded by fear.
Rowland hardly moved until the sun was high in the morning sky. Casting a glance towards the bedside clock Rowland was surprised that Marisolla had let him in peace for so long. Having fallen asleep in the same dirt clad clothes he had been to the cemetery in Rowland gathered fresh clothes and forced himself into the washroom for a shower. Emerging several minutes later Rowland was unamused to find the scratch upon his face still an angry red scab mark. To touch it felt almost human as it caused the faintest pain to emerge. It was as if whatever had been out there had marked him with some sort of darkness...a darkness he really wasn't ok with having so near to him.
Making his way down the stairs Rowland could feel an anger mixing with the fear and it felt as if the walls around him could close in on him. Slumping down upon the couch Rowland glared out the window
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Sept 29, 2010 22:38:37 GMT -4
Marisolla herself had never been so glad to lock the door of her house and retreat to her bedroom. Typically, she didn't sleep much. She was a late night person who rose early, but today she slept from the moment she returned home until close to 9.
Getting up, Marisolla did a quick search over for Salem. He was not back, which was good or bad. Just in case, she got the morning paper and read through the ads, circling one for free kittens. A quick phone call confirmed they had black ones, which had an adoption fee their tiger siblings did not. Marisolla agreed to the $10 and put one on hold for pick up the following morning.
She then changed her clothes and started on a cleaning spree of the downstairs. She was working in the back parlor when she heard Rowland moving about and coming downstairs. Heading into the living room, she looked him over.
"I called about some kittens in the paper. We're scheduled to pick one up tomorrow morning. How did you sleep?"
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Sept 29, 2010 23:06:31 GMT -4
Rowland's eye did not turn from the window as Marisolla made her way into the room.
"I called about some kittens in the paper. We're scheduled to pick one up tomorrow morning. How did you sleep?"
He knew his own darkness; had lived with it since he had been a vampire but that darkness tied in with the darkness from the night before was borderline more then he cared to deal with.
"Fine," Rownald replied sharply his eyes still glaring out the window. Salem was nowhere to be seen and the talk of the new kitten must mean that the cat had not come back...thank God as if it had he might have found a way to get it to return to the grave and not plague them with whatever it brought with it.
"When does your maker arrive?" Rowland asked still keeping his eyes glued to the world outside of the window and away from his maker. His anger was not directed at her; he was unsure where the anger was directed at or even where it was planning to go but he could feel it tearing at him almost trying to warn him of some unsuspecting event which was looming on the horizon. These were all feelings and fears Rowland had no interest in dealing with. There was something he wanted to do; he wanted out of the house. He wanted to go into the woods and search for Maya he wanted to kill something...needed to kill someone. Not Maya of course...he didn't think so at least. Perhaps he would try would she had recommended and not kill at all...he would see how well that could work.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Sept 29, 2010 23:22:31 GMT -4
Marisolla folded her arms and leaned against the doorframe, watching her child closely. He was not acting like himself. She wondered what could have brought it on. Surely he could still not be upset by the cat's death. He had never liked that thing.
"Well you're cranky this morning. Did Salem return and you're just not telling me?"
That was when Marisolla saw that there was a still a red scratch on Rowland's pale skin. How on earth could that scratch still be carrying on? It made no sense.
"I...I don't know. Sometime this evening I assume. Rowland....that scratch...." Marisolla's eyes went wide. She immediately made a mental note to run and get one of her spell books, to see if there was something about it inside.
"I don't like the looks of it."
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Sept 29, 2010 23:34:11 GMT -4
"Well you're cranky this morning. Did Salem return and you're just not telling me?"
"We're not nearly that lucky," Rowland replied dryly his eye catching movement of a cat outside which nearly made him jump out of his skin...the cat of course being an orange tabby was very much not Salem. Unless of course somewhere in the afterlife Salem got a dye job.
"I...I don't know. Sometime this evening I assume. Rowland....that scratch...."
"I need to go out later this afternoon. I will return in time for his arrival Rowland stated. Not asking more so telling which was extremely odd for him as he had always made it a point to respect his maker and her wishes but Rowland was not feeling at all like himself this current morning and couldn't find himself to rightly care about much.
"The scratch is fine," Rowland muttered brushing off Marisolla's tone of concern.
"I don't like the looks of it."
"I've had worse," Rowland explained dryly as he pushed himself off of the couch and made his way in a few strides across the room to pick at the books on the shelf. He had had worse all thing considered; even worse at the hands of his maker all those years ago...but those had always healed everything had healed...it was meant to heal.
Catching his reflection in the window Rowland could see that the scratch was nowhere near healed or in the process or healing it was simply there.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Sept 29, 2010 23:39:18 GMT -4
"I need to go out later this afternoon. I will return in time for his arrival
"Fine, I'll be expecting you." Marisolla tried to turn on her usual personality, but she as just took worried about that scratch. It was ugly, and odd, and just in general should not have been there.
"You have not had worse." Marisolla responded to Rowland's statement. "You are a vampire Rowland and you should not have scratches like that. It should have healed twelve hours ago."
Marisolla strolled out of the room and retrieved one of her spell books. Coming back into the room, she turned through it.
"There has to be something in here. We'll take a look and see what the problem could be. I do not like this, Rowland. It makes me immensely nervous."
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Oct 2, 2010 0:14:23 GMT -4
"You have not had worse. You are a vampire Rowland and you should not have scratches like that. It should have healed twelve hours ago."
"I know what I am Marisolla!" Rowland snapped harshly his eyes turning to burn into those of his makers. Rowland's eyes were dark with an anger he had not dared ever use towards his maker. Marisolla knew as well as Rowland did the darkness which lay within him; a darkness which had been breed from the years alone he had spent within the woods with no guidance and no care to him what so ever. The same darkness which had turned on Maya Warren the day before.
"There has to be something in here. We'll take a look and see what the problem could be. I do not like this, Rowland. It makes me immensely nervous."
Rowland forced his eyes away from his maker and took back to glaring outside of the window his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He was doing his best to swallow down the anger he could feel crawling through him and as the moments passed on it felt harder and harder to control the darkness.
"You won't find it in your books Mary," Rowland stated matter of factly as he turned from the window and settled his vision back on Marisolla.
"I should go now..." Rowland whispered more to himself then to Marisolla.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Oct 4, 2010 12:55:13 GMT -4
"I know what I am Marisolla!"
Marisolla raised her eyes in surprise at her child's tone. There had always been something inside of Rowland which naturally darkened his temperment. But she hadn't seen it in awhile.
"What's gotten into you?" She asked suspiciously, not necessarily trusting the darkness which lay beneath him.
"You were fine when we got home last night."
She wondered perhaps if Rowland had some sort of a dream-or vision-brought about by the incident in the woods. That area was powerful enough to do such things.
"Nothing happened, did it?"
"You won't find it in your books Mary,"
"Well, if you're so sure that I won't find "it" perhaps you should tell me what "it" is."
Marisolla waited, but didn't expect an answer, however, she further didn't expect Rowland to say he needed to leave.
"And go where?" She asked suspiciously, seriously considering forbidding him to leave the house.
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Oct 4, 2010 13:31:12 GMT -4
"What's gotten into you? You were fine when we got home last night. Nothing happened, did it?"
Rowland shifted his eyes away from the maker as he didn't rightly have an answer for her. He would have liked to be able to say he knew exactly what had happened to him and what had brought about the feelings which threatened to tear clean through; but the truth of the matter was that he had not a clue.
"I'm fine," Rowland replied back struggling to keep the malice from his voice but his clenched hands pressed against his side no doubt gave him away something fierce.
Rowland knew Marisolla was suspicious and perhaps worried and even a bit aggravated but just the same there was a very large part of him in that current moment which did not rightly care. Truth be told he didn't care about much in that momnet; save for getting out of the house.
"And go where?"
"To the woods," he stated matter of factly as he stalked past his maker and grasped his jacket from the hallway closet. It wasn't as if the vampire could actually feel cold it was more so a formality then anything else.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Oct 9, 2010 9:46:40 GMT -4
"I'm fine,"
"You are NOT fine." Marisolla followed after her child as he left the room, declaring he was on the way to the woods. She did not like this. Rowland was not in the mindset where he should be wandering about on his own.
"Rowland, you should not be running about right now. You are not yourself."
Marisolla put herself in between the door and her child, folding her arms. She disliked the attitude he had right now, mainly because it was not his usual temperament. And in most cases, Rowland would back down when she insisted on something, today that didn't seem to be the case.
"Don't go." She told him, meeting his eyes.
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Oct 26, 2010 22:50:19 GMT -4
"You are NOT fine. Rowland, you should not be running about right now. You are not yourself."
"I have not been myself for sometime now Marisolla," Rowland snapped back harshly as he brushed harshly by his maker once more and made for the door. She was correct and he knew it but just the same hat he felt inside of him what was off and feeding the darkness with normally dwelled there was threatening to rip him apart from the inside out and take all around him with him in the process.
Rowland's eyes darkened as Marisolla placed herself between himself and the door. Had it been any other day...any other moment...any other situation he would have obeyed as he should but today was not the normal day.
"Don't go."
Rowland had never in the time he had had his maker in his life had he disobeyed her...nor had he ever placed his hands upon her...today was a first for both things.
"I shall return in time for your meeting," Rowland snapped and as sharp as a snake his hand clamped around Marisolla and pulled her away from the door and was through it himself before a second passed and it slammed closed behind him.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Oct 27, 2010 17:19:31 GMT -4
Marisolla felt like a cat who had just encountered a very headstrong mouse. She was throughly amazed by Rowland's sudden fight against her. He had always been an obedient child who had listened to his maker with no hesitation, but today...well, today was different.
"I shall return in time for your meeting,"
If Marisolla had been surprised before, she was utterly dumbstruck as Rowland moving her physically from the door. Yanking open the door, she looked after him.
"Rowland-wait. What are you-? Where are you going?"
She stood in the doorway, staring blankly after him but she knew she could have screamed after him for the next hour but she would never got a reaction.
"Rowland."
It was a feeble reaction, but there was nothing else to say. Marisolla took a step backwards, closed the door, and shook her head at the now closed object. She certainly hoped Rowland was going to be all right-but her subconcious didn't seem to be overly convinced.
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