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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2006 14:26:25 GMT -5
OOC Glad you approve! ^_^ IC Lydia's boyfriend was the last to be interviewed. While they waited for the police to finish with him, Cade studiously ignored the others, picking up on Ryan's bad mood, and understanding all too well the cause of it. He really was going to have to apologise profusely and spend a good few minutes explaining why he couldn't let the kid tell anyone the truth. The police sent David back through after little more than a minute, and then the woman who had stood behind the interviewer each time followed, and told them all that they were free to go, though it would be appreciated if they notified the police in the event that they would be leaving their current address for any substantial length of time. "Considering the nature of tonight's events," she added, "the offer of a lift home is open to you, though we can only spare one car for you all." ~*~ The Vicomte looked like he was having to make a difficult decision. Considering the matter, he rubbed his chin and tapped one finger against his lips for a moment. A frown crossed his face as he glanced down at the pavement, then back up at the young vampire in front of him. "How have you managed this far?" he asked softly. "By which I mean to question your success, not your methods. Your cousin is the only one who knows what you have become?"
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Post by RuThor on Mar 28, 2006 14:26:45 GMT -5
After a brief pause, Ryan shook his head. "I'll walk," he muttered, getting to his feet. "It's not far." Somehow he thought that arriving home alone, rather in a police car, would be a better idea. With any luck it would keep him from getting into more trouble than he already knew he would. Besides, he wanted some time to mull this whole thing over. ~~~~~~~ Logan nodded, frowning. "I don't know how long that's going to last, though. She's really mad. I don't know if she'd actually tell anyone, but..." He trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished. "I..." He seemed to have a difficult time explaining this part. "I haven't been well. Haven't eaten..." That seemed to be the best he could do as far as explanations went, and he trailed off again, shaking his head. OOC: *cough* My post... was lame... *dies*
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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2006 14:27:08 GMT -5
OOC *wince* How can you possibly think your post was bad, compared to what I've been trying to pass off as a halfway-decent reply?! Uh-oh, hang on! *tries to revive Ru* Ack! Don't die!! Or if you must, come back undead so we can carry on with the RPs!! (Meep. Double exclamation marks. That's a bad sign.) IC Lydia accepted a lift on her and David's behalf, apparently delighted at the chance to prove her own importance. The policewoman glanced at Cade, who shook his head, and then gestured to one of the other policemen who seemed to be hanging around without anything to do. He escorted the four to the front door, then climbed into the driving seat of one of the cars. Lydia and David jumped into the back and Cade, not even bothering to glance back at Ryan, shoved his hands into his bloodstained pockets, and started walking home. ~*~ Back in the police station, the interviewer, carrying the file of notes he'd made, came through to the waiting room and glanced at the policewoman there, who was just picking up the glasses the four had left. "You can get home if you like. I'll sort out the paperwork." She nodded her thanks, saying calmly, "I'll deal with some of my own before I go, thanks. See you tomorrow." He nodded, and moved off. She hesitated a moment, then put three of the glasses aside and took the fourth - Cade's - to another room. The man working in there glanced up as she entered, but she cut him off quickly, saying, "Get the fingerprints off this and check them through our files. All of them. Use the computer if you have to." Frowning, but saying nothing, the man set to work. ~*~ The Vicomte frowned at Logan, but was careful to keep it merely as an expression of consideration rather than anger. "Feeding, pas probleme. You can feed any time. However, you need only be caught once. The girl - your cousin. She works alone? If you are aware of her methods, avoiding her will be much easier, tu comprends?"
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Post by RuThor on Mar 28, 2006 14:27:29 GMT -5
OOC: *gasp* I live! *reads post* *gasps again* Ack! The plot thickens! And your posts are good. Very good. So don't say they aren't good. Because they are. Good. . . . I just confused myself. And just so ya know, I rebel in this post. XD (I call swearing, 'rebeling', 'cause I'm not s'posed to do it. ^^) Just a tad. IC Ryan hesitated outside the police station before, the sour look still etched onto his face, he took a few steps after Cade. "You could tell me what's exactly going on, you know!" he snapped, glowering at the other vampire's back. Truth be told, it wasn't anger that drove him to stomp after Cade. At the moment, home didn't seem so inviting, not as Ryan had last seen it. Somehow it seemed a better idea to storm off in search of answers than to go home to two parent-loads of trouble. [glow=red,2,300]~~~~~~~[/glow] Logan shook his head. "I didn't even know she hunted vampires until an hour ago," he admitted. "I don't know if she works alone, or how she does it, or any of it. All I know is she's a stuck-up smart-ass like her mum." It was a rather one-sided opinion of Laura's personality, but to Logan, she had always been that way.
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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2006 14:27:45 GMT -5
OOC Phweeheehee! ^_^ We should stop being so modest. *dances as the plot thickens further* IC Cade sighed, and glanced back at Ryan. "I could," he admitted, and his eyes flicked over to the police station. "But for g-... Hell, not here!" He turned away and started walking again, wishing he could blaspheme without burning his throat. And then he felt a little guilty, and thought a swift apology to God. But really, making a Christian vampire was just not playing fair. He looked back swiftly, and gestured for Ryan to follow, wanting to explain - but, indeed, not here! There were many safer places to talk. ~*~ Cade's fingerprints came off the glass cleanly, as perfect a set as any of the forensics team could ever wish for. The man fed the set into the computer as the policewoman paced impatiently behind him. "Could you please stop that," he asked wearily. "It's very off-putting." "Sorry," she muttered, and stood still for a moment before starting again. The computer started searching for matches through their records, and he turned to glance at her. "Why do you want there to be a match?" he asked. "Whose 'prints are they?" "One of the witnesses who came in tonight," she admitted. "He was a shifty son of a -" "Gun," supplied the other, going back to watching the computer cycle through their files. A decade ago. Fifteen years... "Of course," she smiled. "But he was scared of us anyway. Nearly died of fright when we suggested fingerprinting. He's got something to hide." He nodded. Twenty years... "Isn't this a little illegal?" "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn," she quoted, and started pacing again. The computer stopped. "Twenty-eight years ago," he said, and brought up the file on the screen. The fingerprints were perfect - and even besides that, the photograph was recognisable. She leant on the back of his chair, eagerly reading the details. Oh, boy, she had him now. Name: Peter Carruthers, Age: 35, like hell he was! She was grinning as she stood up straight again, and said, "That's enough, thanks." Well, well, well. Could this be the vampire responsible for that girl's death? Most unfortunately, she didn't think so. This one - Kyle, or Peter, or whatever he pretended to be called - seemed too cautious to indulge in a wanton attack. They'd have to keep searching for the other. But in the meantime... She turned to leave, and the sudden decisiveness in her movements drove the man to ask, "Where are you going?" She glanced back and grinned again. "I'm going out. With a few friends. I have the night off, and I fully intend to make the most of it." And with that she was gone. ~*~ A wry smile twisted the Vicomte's lips, and he said, " D'accord. We shall have to manage regardless. Come with me." He turned in a swirl of trenchcoat, not caring whether the knife in his belt was revealed, nor even the crucifix burn on his neck. He knew where he was going now. Somewhere where there would be lots of mortals, where no-one would notice if one of them disappeared, and where the one who was dragged aside wouldn't be in any state to care. Nightclubs!
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Post by RuThor on Mar 28, 2006 14:28:10 GMT -5
OOC: Modest? Me? Bah! XD *bounces on tiptoes* This just keeps getting better and better! Christian vampire. *cracks up* That's brilliant, that is. I like Cade more and more every time you post. XD IC Ryan breathed out hard through his nose, suppressing his frustration. He glanced back over his shoulder, frowning, then turned back again, hurrying after Cade. Odd or not, he wanted to know what was going on. Why not here? Wouldn't a police station be... safe? The toes of his shoes scuffed the pavement as he walked quickly for a moment to catch up with Cade; he trailed a few feet behind him. Just in case. [glow=red,2,300]~~~~~~~[/glow] For just a moment, Logan stared after the Vicomte, as if unsure that he had heard him correctly. It had worked? Well, that was unexpected. He hadn't seriously expected to get help. All the same, he wouldn't complain. A sense of relief flooding him, Logan followed the Vicomte, his pale, drawn face notably more cheerful.
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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2006 14:28:41 GMT -5
OOC ^_^ Glad you like it. I've discovered it's much more difficult to write Cade (or Laurence, for that matter) than it is Caly. *hugs Caly* Maybe I just know him too well. ^_^ IC Cade led Ryan through a few twists and turns among the streets before he paused, and looked around. The area - one of the more prosperous of the city, and as such filled with tidy gardens and wide, empty roads - was deserted. Cade leant against a sturdy fence, and looked back at Ryan. His eyes held a certain amount of pity, balanced by shame and guilt. He glanced away again, and looked up at the other end of the road, saying, "It's safer here. No one's listening." And there he paused, wondering how he was going to set about explaining this. He hadn't been turned like this. There was no scar on his neck, no memory of fangs and pain and blood. He had no idea how Ryan was feeling right now. "I'm sorry," he said softly. It was terribly inadequate, but it was, at least, true. ~*~ It was in a similar fashion that the Vicomte led Logan to the rowdier district of the city. He strode past the drunks staggering along the street, eyes narrowed against the neon lights that burned outside every building. All he needed to find now was one lone fool who was too drunk to stand, and he could assure Logan's loyalty by providing him with a meal. And he could show Cade a thing or two. He could imagine the headlines already. The fear that Cade would suffer. The sweet taste of vengeance as he used Logan - and his cousin - to send the slayers after the old vampire. Now, there was something to look forward to. There was a lone drunk by the bus stop. The Vicomte's arm snapped out as he strode past, grabbing his jacket and hauling him into the nearest dark alley before his inebriated mind even registered the threat.
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Post by RuThor on Mar 28, 2006 14:28:59 GMT -5
Ryan shook his head; it was impossible to tell whether he was dismissing Cade's apology or trying to rid himself of his confusion. "What's..." His voice cracked, and he started again. "What's going to happen now?" His voice was unchacteristically quiet, but Ryan didn't seem to notice. He had seen his share of horror movies- how much of it was true? Was he going to go beserk on his family, or something? What is going on?[glow=red,2,300]~~~~~~~[/glow] A very small part of Logan's mind was surprised with what the rest of him was feeling. Surely he shouldn't be eager for this? That part of his mind was quickly silenced by the rest of him, which was having a hard time restraining him from leaping at the drunk then and there. His fangs still hadn't retracted from his run-in with Laura, and his eyes held a positively hungry look.
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Post by Calypso on Mar 29, 2006 13:19:15 GMT -5
Cade still avoided Ryan's gaze, but started talking. He owed it to the boy to tell him as much as he could. "I still don't know what's going to happen. The blood of a vampire has healing properties. It was the only way I could think of to save you, and that might be all it does. It's possible that you'll be fine, physically unaffected by it all." And he hoped that that was the case. He still had to try and find his other charge, and he couldn't go running around the city looking for an insane vampire if he had a newly-turned one on his hands already. He kept talking. "But it's also possible that you've been turned. That's what else the blood of a vampire can do." He glanced up at the boy, and added, "I didn't mean for this to happen. I've never had anything like this happen before, either. All I can tell you is what the signs will be. If you're becoming one of us..." He sighed. Why, why, why? He straightened sharply and took a few steps away from the fence, pacing a little. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stared at the ground as if it had offended him. "Vampires aren't killed by sunlight. But bright lights, especially sudden ones, do hurt our eyes more than mortals'. It'll take a full day before your body adjusts to it all. Until tomorrow night you'll be otherwise fine, but then you'll be hit with all the vampire instincts." There was a note of disgust in his voice as he continued, "It's strong. Some can't fight it. And if blood is spilled, no-one can fight it. We're like sharks." That wasn't what he'd meant to say at all, dammit! It wasn't as easy as he'd thought it would be to explain all this. And it was worse not knowing what was going to happen. He knew that, come tomorrow, he would be waiting by Ryan's house, watching over him. Just in case. ~*~ The Vicomte's fist slammed into the side of the drunk's head, and he collapsed limply, held up by the vampire's grip on his shirt. The Vicomte glanced at Logan and said, quite simply, "Feel free."
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Post by RuThor on Mar 29, 2006 13:19:37 GMT -5
Ryan sighed, bringing one hand up to his forehead and rubbing his temples. "Brilliant," he muttered , though there were quite a few other choice words on his mind. That information would certainly help him drag himself through a day of school, half-asleep. Why did he have to have stormed outside in the first place? His mind spun with questions, but he asked only one- by far the most pressing. "What if... what if that does happen?" Try as he might to hide it, there was more than a note of fear in his voice. "What if I am a... a vampire?" He swallowed uncomfortably, not wanting to say what else was on his mind. What if I hurt somebody?[glow=red,2,300]~~~~~~~[/glow] Logan didn't need any further invitation. Almost before the 'free' had left the Vicomte's mouth, he'd darted forward, sinking his fangs into the drunk's neck without the slightest hesitation. He felt only relief as he took in the blood, his eyes shut tight. OOC: Italics! Whoot!
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Post by Calypso on Mar 29, 2006 13:19:58 GMT -5
OOC Heehee. You've caught the italics bug. ^_^ IC "If you are," Cade said softly, "then I'll help you. I'm not going to disappear back into the shadows and let you try and manage on your own. If you are... one of us... I can't afford to do that. The slayers..." He paused and glanced at Ryan, then muttered to himself, "But of course, you wouldn't know about that." Taking a deep breath, he said, "Mortals who know of our existence normally react with fear and hatred. They realise the dangers of broadcasting such knowledge, but they see no wrong in hunting us, in trying to wipe us off the face of the earth. In this city there are a hundred slayers at least. Most of them work together, patrolling the streets and killing any of us they find. And they - they're everywhere. There's a slayer keeping an eye on all the larger groups, like the police for example." That should make it pretty obvious why he'd not wanted to talk near the police station. He scuffed the toe of his shoe against the pavement, thinking of the last time he'd been hunted - and the first as well. It wasn't pleasant. And the necessary reaction hadn't been either. There was still quite a bit he had to tell Ryan, but he paused anyway. ~*~ The policewoman contacted three of her comrades in arms, letting them know the basics of what she'd discovered. They in turn passed the information on to nine others, who spread the news to others, and onwards. Her orders came back after an hour of patient waiting. She - and the three she had first contacted - would move out immediately. Surprise was their most effective weapon, and the sooner they caught Kyle/Peter, the better. One more vampire off the list. She took a little while to get her gear together, then set out. ~*~ Somehow, the Vicomte managed to keep his laughter to himself, watching Logan with a slight sparkle of amusement in his eyes. Idly, he made a private bet as to whether or not Logan would kill the drunk or not. Once the boy had fed, gratitude would keep him close for a while. Their next task, he decided, would have to be to follow in Cade's footsteps and find a safe place to hide between ventures into the city. And, that done, he could easily pass the address of Cade's temporary hiding place to the slayers. It shouldn't be too difficult to get their attention somehow.
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Post by RuThor on Mar 29, 2006 13:20:21 GMT -5
A flicker of fear shot across Ryan's face, but he pushed it away. Who was to say that anything like that would definately happen to him? The vampire- Kyle, he recalled dimly- had said, after all, that it was possible he would be fine. So why was there such a knot in his stomach? Somehow, Ryan didn't think that everything would be solved come tomorrow night. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling dizzy with thought. [glow=red,2,300]~~~~~~~[/glow] Logan hadn't quite planned to kill the drunk. He'd only wanted to satisfy his thirst- but it was a big thirst to quench. By the time he managed to pull himself away, there wasn't any rising and falling of the man's chest to show that he was breathing, and he made no movement. The young vampire looked a good bit better than he had before, staring at the drunk's body for a moment before he looked at the Vicomte. "Ah... thanks," he stammered, his face reddening slightly once again.
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Post by Calypso on Mar 29, 2006 13:20:57 GMT -5
OOC Whee, sorry it took so long to reply to this. Eheh. Can't really think of any excuse or anything else to say. *blush* Sorry. IC "Do you believe in..." Cade hesitated, and thought for a moment. "Are you Christian?" he asked instead. "Or of any other religion, for that matter?" Here was the point at which everything got really stereotypical. But he'd already shattered the daylight myth, so it would be as well to tell Ryan that pretty much everything else he'd read or seen about vampires was true. To a certain extent, anyway. Now he got thinking about it, the whole religion issue raised a few questions about Laurence. Raphael was deeply religious, but was Simon? Would a cross have the same effect on the vampire regardless of his current... state of mind? At least, he thought with a trace of bitterness, if Ryan was atheist, he'd be spared that problem. The slayers would be at a little less of an advantage. Waiting for an answer, he glanced back at the boy, and felt a strong sense of self-disgust as he saw Ryan's expression. So he'd ruined another life. How times didn't change. ~*~ The door to Kyle Stevenson's house was locked. It didn't stay that way for long. The terrace was silent, empty of even alley cats or late-night comings and goings. It was a nice little street, genteel and usually regarded as the posher end of town. The front gardens were tidy and well-kept, the rubbish bins hidden out of sight in a corner. The only sound was the drone of traffic further away, the perhaps imagined hum of streetlights, and the click of the lock on the door as the policewoman smiled triumphantly and stood up, tucking her lockpicks back into their case. Silently, the four hunters moved into the house, efficiently checking every room downstairs before creeping up to the first floor. They even managed not to make the stairs creak, and the one who stayed below to keep an eye on the door was impressed at their stealth. He heard nothing from upstairs for the next few minutes. He didn't know whether they'd found the vampire or not, though he suspected not. There was no scent of holy water, no hiss of pain or cleansing fire, no silenced gunshot. After another minute they came back downstairs, and the policewoman nodded to the door. Silent as ever, they left, and she locked it behind them. Very softly, she said, "Sensors are in place. You two keep an eye on the doors. Be very careful if you're going to tackle him. Send word when he gets back, and make sure you don't lose him if he heads out again." The two in question nodded. She glanced at the other, saying, "We'll take over in two hours. If he's not back by dawn he'll have run already." ~*~ Dropping the drunk's body carelessly, the Vicomte idly dusted off his hands, muttering, " Pas probleme. Maintenant, to business. You have fed, I currently have no need." Not after that girl. Only the night before last. She had been young, full of life and energy, until she'd been foolish enough to stop to help an obviously lost stranger. She'd been just what he could have asked for, newly woken and disoriented by the way the city had changed over the past fifty years or so. She'd helped him find his way around a little, and he'd taken her life in return. But that was the way things worked. Humans died. He survived. The fact that the girl's violent death had made front page news - with colour photographs on the more tasteless papers - didn't bother him too much. Only Cade, and now Logan, knew for absolute certain what he was, and even they didn't know that he had been... sleeping... for decades. The news would make the slayers step up their activities, of course, but why should that bother him? Let the other vampires be taken out one by one by one, and leave him standing alone. More powerful than ever. This time, things were going to go his way. "There are four hours before dawn," he said calmly. "We have until then to find a... hiding place." That didn't sound quite right, but nothing was better. Den, lair? No, no, too much like animals. Something more like... headquarters. Base. But still, hiding place would do for now. He did not ask for Logan to tell him of anywhere, but set off to the other end of the alley. They would need to be well away from this place by the time the drunk's death was discovered, though most people would merely assume he had passed out from the alcohol, and not venture too close. That was the wonderful thing about this modern world. No-one cared about a stranger lying down a dark alley. It was none of their business. OOC Oh, and by the way, most of the French I've used is purely incidental, but if you ever want me to translate it all, just yell. And poke. And then I will. ^_^
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Post by RuThor on Mar 29, 2006 13:21:20 GMT -5
OOC: lol. My post wasn't that repliable, anyway. I was brain-dead at the time I wrote it, then thought of a million other things I could have put in... but I didn't want to change it in case you'd had a post started. And I found a French-English dictionary online that has almost everything you've said in it. ^_^ IC Ryan opened his eyes, raised an eyebrow, and nodded slowly. "Yes... I'm Christian," he said, frowning, then by habit added, "Prince of Peace, on Dole Street." For the past few years, through Christmas and Easter, Ryan could well say that he lived at the church. It was a place to escape to, a place to forget about everything. God knew he needed to do that often enough. It was his sanctuary, in more ways than one. Unsure if he even wanted to know the answer, he asked quietly, "Why?" [glow=red,2,300]~~~~~~~[/glow] Logan paused, glancing uncertainly back at the drunk's body. Was just leaving it there a good idea? He looked back ahead at the Vicomte, and hurried after the older vampire. Surely he knew what he was doing, otherwise he wouldn't seem so self-confident. As he walked quickly to come up beside the Vicomte, then slowed his pace, Logan said, "You... you never told me what your name was," glancing up at the Vicomte. OOC: *pokes Ryan's bit* That would be me. I'm at the church nearly every day. XD
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Post by Calypso on Mar 29, 2006 13:21:44 GMT -5
OOC Feel free to add bits after you've posted, as long as you don't take bits out! ^_^ I would do the same, but you reply much quicker than me. And I love churches and cathedrals. They're such gorgeous buildings - especially the older ones. (Like ours. *smug smirk*) ^_^ Miaow. IC Cade sighed. Slowly, he said, "I can tell you exactly what will happen if you do become one of us. You won't ever be able to go back in to that church again." He knew how much that alone could hurt - it was only within the last fifty years or so that he'd lost the ability to enter even Christian churches. For thousands of years he'd believed in a single God, and that effectively kept him out of any Jewish, Islamic or Sikh buildings, but he'd never believed that the son of God had died for humanity's sins. Not until recently, anyway, and he still wasn't sure if he believed, or had just lost some of his doubts. Either way, the crucifix had suddenly become dangerous to him. "You'll have heard that holy symbols can hurt vampires," he said roughly, and swallowed before continuing. "It's true, to a point. Anything that's holy burns a vampire, as long as the vampire considers it to be holy." He hesitated for a second, then rolled up his right sleeve. On the back of his arm, just beneath his elbow, was a small burn scar, shaped like a six-pointed star. "That's what happens if a vampire touches a holy symbol," he sighed. "I did that by accident in... I don't know, sometime in the third century or so. The scars never fade." He remembered that incident all too clearly. It had been an honest accident, a simple brushing of sleeveless arm against a medallion as he made his way through a crowd. His yelp of pain had attracted attention, and when, with horror, he realised what had happened, and someone noticed the steam rising from the medallion, he'd barely managed to escape in one piece. That was one of the worst of the times he'd come close to full death. He looked back at Ryan, face expressionless, and said quietly, "So that's the easiest way to tell if you're turning into one of us. You will be physically unable to step inside your church, or touch a crucifix without pain." ~*~ "No," the Vicomte agreed. "I did not." He strode out of the end of the alley, and turned sharply left, heading... well, he didn't actually know where. His step began to slow, a frown deepening on his forehead as he tried, without success, to completely ignore Logan's question. Even thinking about his name weakened his control. A few streets further on, he stopped. "I have used many names over the years," he said through gritted teeth, more to quash the buzzing in the back of his mind than to answer Logan. "We must. To survive." Ruthlessly, he filled his mind with thoughts that could only belong to him. Deep down he knew about the others, and he knew how hard they would fight not to let him back out if he slipped under now. Though none of them could resist the change. So he thought of his plans for the moment, and of what he had done in the past. Even Saladin couldn't come close to the bloodshed he knew. And, slowly, his mind belonged to him again. Only him. There were no others. With a slight smile, he glanced at Logan again, and said, "Luc will do. D'accord. I admit I have only a rudimentary knowledge of this city. Is there anywhere we will be safe and undiscovered at any time? Somewhere your cousin will not think of searching for you?"
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Post by RuThor on Mar 29, 2006 13:22:04 GMT -5
OOC: Mine's not big in that sense, but it's the biggest in the diasis (and I know I spelled that wrong. I'm too lazy to find out how.) IC " You have to be kidding me!" If Ryan had felt fear before, what he felt now was nothing but shock. It took a moment for him to get his mind around the idea, and another moment for him to for the right sentence. "That's not fair!" He couldn't help himself. Shock rendered his common sense silent, and blurted the first words that came to his mind. "I didn't- You- That's not fair!" He finally managed to get himself back under control, gritting his teeth to keep from spouting more strings of words. Nothing had happened yet. Nothing was set in stone. Just calm down. [glow=red,2,300]~~~~~~~[/glow] Logan frowned, shutting his eyes a moment as he tried to recall a place. They opened again after a few moments, and he said, "There's the old jail, downtown. No one goes in there anymore. It's dangerous." His frown deepened. "At least, that's what I've heard. I dunno if it's true or not... but no one would look for anybody there, I'm sure of it."
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Post by Calypso on Mar 29, 2006 13:22:58 GMT -5
Cade stood silent, patiently waiting for Ryan's outburst to fade away again. Eventually, when the boy looked like he had himself under control again, he repeated quietly, "I'm sorry." He watched Ryan for a moment longer, then said, "Nothing's certain. You didn't drink much of my blood. I hope, for both our sakes, that you'll never need to know everything I'm telling you. But I can't afford to risk sending you home without knowing what could happen." He shook his sleeve out abruptly, covering the scar again, and looked up at the sky. "You've been hit with just about as much information as I can think of," he reflected, "and I doubt that anything else I say will really go in now. You should get home and rest. Heaven knows you'll need it." He took a few steps down the road, towards Ryan's street, and then glanced back, saying, "Come on." ~*~ The Vicomte nodded thoughtfully. "It sounds promising, I admit." With sudden decision, he whirled to face Logan fully, and gestured at the street before them, saying, " Et maintenant, you shall lead us there. And explain your comment that this place is... 'dangerous'. Why do you say that?"
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Post by RuThor on Mar 29, 2006 13:25:49 GMT -5
Ryan stood unmoving for a moment, staring at the ground without really seeing it. His breath was caught in his throat as he struggled to make sure that none of his anxiety would come out in a way that he didn't want it to. With a deep breath he started after Cade, wondering how his... whatever you wanted to call it... situation could possibly hurt the ancient vampire. Ryan walked almost blindly along the sidewalk, as the houses and yards grew smaller and less fancy. Before long they were walking among townhouses that were completely identical save for the different colored paint and the black, plastic numbers on the stoops. Ryan glanced up and down the line of cars parked along the sidewalk, and, seeing what he was looking for- or the lack thereof- his shoulders relaxed just a bit. There was one light on in number 4200, Ryan's house. The door was propped open with someone's shoe, as though someone had been peeking out into the street so frequently that they had tired of opening the door. Ryan groaned softly. [glow=red,2,300]~~~~~~~[/glow] Logan stumbled to an abrupt halt as Luc rounded on him, taking an involuntary step backwards. “Ah- it’s just- it’s just because the foundation’s really old. They don’t know if it’s safe to go in there or not. The floor or the ceiling could give out.”
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Post by Calypso on Mar 29, 2006 13:26:10 GMT -5
Glancing swiftly back at the boy, Cade looked ahead, and found the number of his house. He stopped walking. "I'll leave you here," he said softly. "I've already warned you not to tell anyone the truth -" and the boy had proved that the blood-bond held, so he was fractionally less worried than he would otherwise have been "- and you'll be fine tomorrow during the day, no matter what. I'll be back here before it gets dark." And he intended to keep an eye on Ryan before then. Just... somewhat inconspicuously. In between the time he'd spend trying to find Saladin, and getting in touch with their fake slayer. A little awkwardly, he patted Ryan's shoulder, and told him, "You'll be alright." Glancing at the wedged-open door, he took a few steps into the shadows of the street, then turned back, still feeling incredibly guilty. "Good luck, Ryan." ~*~ The Vicomte stared at Logan for a moment, then smiled. Softly, he said, " Mais c'est parfait... Only a fool would risk entering such a place." Only a fool. He regretted saying that almost the moment it was out of his mouth. The pressure that he had managed to scour from his mind returned in force, and he closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, as if plagued by a sudden headache. It wasn't far from the truth. With effort, he said, "Lead us there," and subsided back into the battle for his mind. If he held on long enough, the others would fade, and he'd be in the clear for weeks. Perhaps months. Perhaps forever.
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Post by RuThor on Mar 29, 2006 13:27:59 GMT -5
Ryan didn't go inside right away. He walked to the stoop, leaning against the outside wall of the house for a long moment. His eyes closed in exhaustion, but he still didn't pull open the door to go inside. Someone else did it for him. "Where have you been?" Ryan found himself unable to breathe, his face pressed against a smoky-smelling shirt and a pair of arms hugging him tightly. "Muuum!" Ryan found himself yanked inside, and before long, the voices within the house rose to shouts. A little later there was a slamming of a door. Not too long after, a red car slid not-too-smoothly into a parking space along the sidewalk. Someone staggered out of it, leaving the driver's side door hanging open behind him, and stumbled his way inside. More shouts and more door-slamming. [glow=red,2,300]~~~~~~~[/glow] Logan hesitated, eyeing the older vampire cautiously. "Are- ah- all right." He decided not to ask why Luc looked as though he had suddenly become ill, but instead turned and began walking downtown. He knew the route to the old jail like the back of his hand, so his thoughts were free to wander as he traced the familiar path. He was safe for now- or as safe as he was going to get, anyway. Hopefully this new sense of security that he felt would last.
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