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Jan 22, 2007 18:58:52 GMT -8
Post by lions_go_rawr on Jan 22, 2007 18:58:52 GMT -8
He was about to respond to her comment when the door to the cell was thrown violently open, shaking the rusty hinges it sat upon. Their captors had returned, this time looking more joyous than when they had caught Tobias and Anabelle just a few hours before. Had it only been hours? There couldn’t have been enough time to organize a hanging, get word to the people who of course, would come flocking to see the sudden death of two vampires. There seemed to be no hope for them at all at the moment.
“Get up,” the large man, the one who had knocked out Tobias said, kicking Tobias in the ribs as he said it. Pain burst through his body, bright lights shining in front of his open eyes. The impact was enough to break a rib, and that it did. “Get up!” the man said again, this time grabbing him violently by the chains and literally throwing him up off the ground to his feet. He did not need to tell anyone else twice.
“You are to be hanged,” the smaller man said this time, coming out of the doorway. When he said this, his face was in a complete smile. No regret, only the want to see the two inhuman beings standing before him drop from the platform.
“You work fast,” Tobias spat angrily at the man. “No one allowed you to speak.” The larger man cut in, glaring menacingly at him.
“Yes, we do work efficiently, but its all for the best.” The small man replied.
“All for your best interests, not ours. Don’t think we don’t know that you are just waiting for the time you see us swing.”
“Oh, I’m very much looking forward to it, vampire.” The man hissed. The way he said vampire, almost like a curse word, or a word that had a foul taste to it, one that he had to get out of his system to forget.
A bell rang off in the distance.
“Lets go,” the larger man said, pushing the pair along, chains clanging together, the sound seeming somber and foreboding, almost knowing the fate for those they shackled.
It was still night, that Tobias was able to see from the stone hall they walked to the outside, to their death.
Thoughts ran through both of their heads as they reached the outside of the prison that encase them. What could have they done better with their lives? Was it better to be somewhat together on the night of their death?
But they never had any idea of death coming so swiftly. They were immortal, but when the reality set in, they both felt so very mortal.
What could I have done to escape this fate? Tobias asked himself, his thoughts swimming on all that had happened to him over his life. Could he have escaped his vampiric lifestyle? Could he have fallen for someone he hardly knew and be happy about it, falling for Anabelle? Could he outlive the death that was swiftly riding towards him.
No.
What could I have done to escape this fate? Anabelle asked herself, her thoughts on her past, the present, the non existent future. Could I have found a way to survive rather than picking on the weak of the human race? Could I actually learn to like someone I despise so much right now? Could I survive?
No.
There was a buzzing about the crowd that had formed so quickly in front of the platform. Torches lit, the glaring faces of men and women looking upon Tobias and Anabelle, both making their way towards the noose.
They both felt it coming, the cold grip of death that they had almost felt before. It was nothing new, the cold, they had dealt with it all their lives. But now, that cold would be no more, both of them standing, still shackled, the noose around their necks.
“Any last words?” the small man sneered from the side.
“I hate you,” Anabelle said, looking right at Tobias. She had to get it off of her mind
“I love you,” Tobias replied, staring at Anabelle. He had to get it out of his mind.
And the small man’s hand moved, pulling the switch to the platform…
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Jan 24, 2007 21:29:20 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Jan 24, 2007 21:29:20 GMT -8
Adrien sort of settled himself in his stride beside the romantic stranger Sienna that he had only met a few hours before, but it was so easy to feel himself when he was with her. Stepping forward in the gas lit lamplights of the London park, he gingerly took her hand and warmed it with his own again. But, it was growing later in the evening, and Adrien, sensing that he should probably return to Carla, quickly kissed Sienna goodnight. In an un loyal sort of remark to brush of Carla, he stated, “Where can I find you again?”
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Jan 25, 2007 21:16:34 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Jan 25, 2007 21:16:34 GMT -8
Sienna's fingers, blood pulsing so slowly through the unnaturally chilled extremities, curled around his, comforted and immediately warmed. She sighed in content as the pair wound their way towards the large manor in which she resided, absetly, carelessly. "You can find me," and here she drew a small piece of parchment and scribbled down a few numbers. "This house, right here," she said, gesturing to the large manor they stood before. He planned to find her again? The mere thought thrilled her.
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Jan 25, 2007 21:48:09 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Jan 25, 2007 21:48:09 GMT -8
Adrien crumpled the note in his hands and as she retreated toward the manor, he held it quickly to his nose and breathed in the perfuming scents of this wealthy woman's stationary. Tucking it back into his pocket a pocket he knew that Carla would not bother to check, he pursued her toward the house, and paused in front of her, blocking her path. With less regard for Carla than a hunter might have for a slow fox hound, Adrien swept Sienna toward him and kissed her rather passionately, and rather dangerously on the reddest of lips. "I must seek you again," and at this, he bid her adieu.
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Jan 25, 2007 22:23:27 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Jan 25, 2007 22:23:27 GMT -8
Anabelle: wait, wait, I love you too! Not hate you--I was kidding!
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Jan 28, 2007 22:05:42 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Jan 28, 2007 22:05:42 GMT -8
Sienna sank into his arms, his embrace rough and hurried yet so welcoming, so different than anything she'd ever experienced. So different from the cold cruetly she'd face once she set foot upon her own home. She almost shuddered at the thought, watching Adrien hurry away from her, his promise still hanging in the air. Oh, how she hoped he would keep it. She needed to see him again. They had met but once and she felt more attatched to him than any other being--well, any other but one. Sienna's mood fell slightly at this thought, but still the high of being with Adrien allowed her to walk through the door with pride, her head held higher than most days, a smile playing upon her lips. It had not yet faded when she hit the ground, her head spinning and cheek stinging from the blow.
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Jan 29, 2007 15:59:10 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Jan 29, 2007 15:59:10 GMT -8
ooc: oMG!!! ok my post is coming. in the mean time while siennas in her house, adriens going to meet up with andrew!!!.
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Jan 29, 2007 16:08:30 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on Jan 29, 2007 16:08:30 GMT -8
ooc: bum bum bump!!!
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Mar 8, 2007 21:56:38 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Mar 8, 2007 21:56:38 GMT -8
(my appologies, i had trouble tying up this post).
Andrew lie in repose on his little park bench, a bottle of empty booze hanging limply from his left hand as it dangled over the side. He was on his back, his eyes hazing as he gazed at the immense bows of the tree above him, swirling around in his drunkenness. There was something so final about those boughs, something so definite in his dizziness as he gazed up at them. Would he always be here? Depressed into this lolling, liquor-induced state? What a life! Pressing the empty bottle to his lips, he managed to squeeze out one last drop, before splashing it onto the ground, where it cracked and brought disgust from those that passed by. In his mind, he was feeling rather nostalgic for the coven house, which was no longer really his own. He reflected on his trip to London not so long ago, where he had seen faces he didn’t know roaming the apartments of the only home he had ever really known. Oh well. So he was the vagrant libertine again? Not now. Not now! He put a hand to his head as he thought of so many of the girls he had put to bed, the final being the woman he had actually loved. And now, as he thought of her blood on those sheets, he felt sorry for her. She seemed so pathetic as he imagined her kissing Richard again, them lying together. No Andrew Baron. You’re pathetic. You’re the one passed out on a park bench over something that failed, but wasn’t meant to be in the first place. He rolled over, his face against the painted white wood of the bench. Heaving a sigh, he trailed his fingers through the grains, through the chafing of the color. Well. It was all over now. He had nothing. And the only people that had ever really loved him back where gone. Yet, he could have sworn he smelled the scent of a foreign land, the scent of a country that he’d known only through a close friend… And it happened. A hand was paced on his back, and rough, callused fingers traced his spinal column through his shirt, up, up, until it had reached the back of his neck. Andrew gave a shudder. Those fingers were colder than he remembered. And he realized that he was quite different all around. He was experiencing Adrien for the first time in his mortal state…and he seemed…so hostile. “Please…” whispered Andrew, his drunken state seemingly cured by the shock of the pink tongue on his neck. “Please…” The foreign voice whispered in reply, “Please.” Not mockingly, but curiously. Then he continued forward, running his teeth along the warm, beautiful, human neck until he could feel the artery. “You have to help me.” He rolled over to face the vampire before him, clad in an aristocrats clothes in such a silly way. Andrew squinted his eyes and pulled at Adrien’s collar, straightening it. “Bella…I killed her. I shot her. She was lying with the butler…I don’t know what to do. I missed you all so much…” But Adrien listened to Andrew’s pleads as if they were drunken chatterings. He lowered his teeth closer, until Andrew could feel them about to puncture his skin. “This will cure your misery, I promise.” And closer came those teeth. “Adrien…” he moaned, pulling away, turning on his back again to face the tree boughs. Scrunching his nose, he pulled at his own collar, bending it upward and out of shape. He scruffed his hair and reached for the bottle, only to remember that it was smashed. But there was silence, no reply from the man before him. As Adrien bent closer, to drive his teeth into this vagrants neck, he suddenly paused, catching initials on a kerchief, and a tag… A. Baron. A. Baron…the name struck something in his heart. Then, with an ache in his features, he asked with surprise, swimming through the cloudiness in his mind… “Andrew?”
And after they had spoken, Adrien determined to return to Sienna’s house. She had to know. Maybe they could somehow force her to remember if she couldn’t by herself…They had to find Tobias and Anabelle and find a way out of this…
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Mar 12, 2007 20:44:51 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Mar 12, 2007 20:44:51 GMT -8
Think about those lazy weekend mornings when waking up is a luxury. The black nothingness fades to dull awareness, the blackness fading to the light, breathing even and contented. Waking from a perfect dream, perhaps, walking in the park with a mysterious, friendly companion. That dream slowly dissolving into consciousness, comfortable and relaxed. Sienna was feeling this at the moment. She had been awoken from a dream, a dream in which she and Adrien could safely and forever lie together, though her dream had not faded and dissolved gently. Her return to the conscious world was not a luxury. Her breathing was not even and content. She was not comfortable and relaxed. Her illusion had been shattered, filled with pain, suddenly and roughly. Her breathing was ragged and forced. Her head spun from the blow and instead of the blackness fading it threatened to take over and consume her. She had awoken from a dream only to find herself in a nightmare.
She was staring into the eyes of the devil himself; anger and hate and passionless energy pulsed through his entire being. Her face stung bitterly from the impact, and he barely flinched as he spotted the red mark swelling over her face. With deliberately slow movements, the redheaded woman shifted her feet beneath her and rose gracefully to her feet, dignified, or at least trying to be. Only he could steal her dignity in mere seconds. Wasn't something wrong with that? Her heart cried out for her to kill him, to defend herself, to prove her worth. She was strong....but she was not. He gazed at her with black eyes, cruelly, anger still dancing through them. "You whore. You fucking whore. You....fucking...ungrateful WHORE!" His face twisted with rage, the yellowed skin stretched taut about his bony features, and he appeared as though a skeleton. His hand grabbed blindly for her, swiftly, and his pale, long fingers wrapped around her arm, nails digging into her skin. She felt the layer break and stolen blood seeped from her body, onto his fingers, far more rapidly than it normally would. She gazed briefly downwards, away from his gaze. Last week nail marks had reopened as well as a new set, tearing her skin to shreds. These thoughts barely registered with her brain before she had been thrown against a wall, against a mirror, in which his horrible face hung for only a moment before it burst into a thousand pieces, showering her with shards of glass and horror and despair. And the scream that rose up her throat was unheard by the world, for he crushed her jaw shut and knocked her head into the broken frame of the mirror. His nails were now pressing gently against her throat, running over the skin there, paper like cuts following his nails wherever he fell, and soon his grip tightened. Choking for breath, she desperately grabbed at his hands, trying to free herself. He only pressed harder. The strangled scream rose up and died down. "Everything I've done for you and you're too busy FUCKING some peasant? A FUCKING PEASANT?"
And she wanted to scream, to tell him off, to ask him about the bodies of woman that lie scattered about the garden, disposed of every evening. She wanted to ask him about the women who cowered before him as he undressed them while she watched. As he described to her what would happen if she ever disobeyed. As they died slowly and torturously, forced to fulfill his greedy desires, knowing the last act they would perform was unwilled. Did Sienna now face the same fate? Would he dispose of her? She was crying, and he had released his hold on her throat, now griping her shoulders. She cried out, trying to scream, but he pulled had pulled her away fromt he wall and lifted her from the ground. The world tuned upside-down and righted itself in her mind, Her head was spinning, her mnd reeling, the blackness seeping into every corner of her mind and turning her thoughts gray. His foosteps faded to nothing. Was he standing still? Had he left? Her hands met the cold floor, and she tried to sit up. Her head split in pain, her back aching. She had been thrown down on her back. What else had happened? Her dress was torn and ripped and in some places pale, bruised skin showed through.
Eyes reddened with pain filled with tears, refreshing, filled with pain, as she opted not to move and merely lay, abused and taken advantage of. No place was spared from the splitting pain. And she was crying in despair, in hopelessness, in sorrow, and with every choking sob her head threatened to burst open and she almost wished it would just to end her misery. She wished not to cry; she wished not to feel; she wished to be so far away from this man, from this devil, from her own personal hell. And she rose shakily to her feet, clutching the wall in support. She found herself staring into the fragmented shards still supported by the frame of the mirror. The rest glittered from the floor, beneath her feet, embedded in her skin, her hands. But she merely stared at the mirror. Her reflection was missing huge chunks. Perhaps the mirror reflected her being; simply....missing something. She was not whole.
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Mar 12, 2007 20:54:32 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Mar 12, 2007 20:54:32 GMT -8
ooc: are there any words to descrie how powerful that was? ? i dont think so. except that i foundmy eyes excitedly skipping down the page faster than i could even read it because i couldnt wait to see what happened next. im horrifyed, but im more than applauding. that was SO AWESOME. and should i have adrien come to the rescue next?
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Mar 13, 2007 21:42:25 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on Mar 13, 2007 21:42:25 GMT -8
ooc: yesh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and stace... twas INCREDIBLE! (understatement of century) i'm out of words. freakin amazing. kudos times infinity
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May 5, 2007 23:40:48 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on May 5, 2007 23:40:48 GMT -8
Adrien heard the sound of his aristocrat's heels click-clacking on the cobblestones so loudly that he took them and threw them to the ground in his anger. "Damn shoes. Don't know how you always wore these. Men don't wear heels anyway, Andrew."
"In 1792 they did," corrected the blonde, straightening his own wealthy man's collar, attempting to disguise himself as at least somewhat presentable. It wasn't quite working. There was a thick stubble of beard taking over his chin, not to mention the thick stench of liquor over his body. It was more than obvious that this man had hit the bottle hard.
It wasn't long before they were standing spellbound in front of a large and luxurious mansion, one that suddenly made Andrew feel ashamed of himself and his wrecked appearance. "I can't go in there," he stated with shame.
"Pansy," accused Adrien jokingly, as if arguing would somehow sift Andrew's mind from what had just occured. He took several steps forward in his ripped-legging-feet. The mansion shadow made the night road darker than before. And the gas-streetlights had flickered out for the most part here. A bold candle was burning in a window far above, near the attic. Tilting his head upward so to survey the whole structure, he gave a low whistle. "This is Sienna's house...I-I'd better go in by myself anyway, Andrew. Vampires live here, and well, you're-you're mortal now."
"I know," replied the man, who had actually plucked Adrien's heels from the dirt to dust them off and view them with remembrance fondly. "You go in. Fetch Sienna. And I'll be here. Then all we have to do is find Tobias and Anabelle..." He frowned. Except that had no idea where to look.
Adrien stepped toward the porch, pushing the overgrown hanging plants away from his head as he did so. He approached the wooden door on the long steps and knocked three, rapping times. "Hello!" he called. "Sienna!"
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May 6, 2007 10:14:35 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on May 6, 2007 10:14:35 GMT -8
ooc: come on stace, post. dont you hear chika quoting movies?
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May 6, 2007 10:40:30 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on May 6, 2007 10:40:30 GMT -8
She was dead to the world! She was simply dead. Oh how the sweet silence and tranquility of death could come and sweep over her...wash her away. Take her to her sister... And the thought filled her with anger and she wept bitterly as she gazed about the darkened house. He had found her sister. He had found her and killed her before Sienna's very eyes. From upstairs she could hear a woman screaming. She could hear the bed creaking miserably. She felt sick. She felt dirty, used, unwanted. And blackness blurred the edges of her mind and she swayed; fell against the wall, clutching her wounds. 'Sienna....' the gentle voice of death called to her. The gentle relief she so needed. And it still called; it beckoned her closer. IT sought her, it comforted her. It would take her away. "Sienna!" the voice of death called again, more urgently, but the voice was not of death however relieved she was to hear it. However terrified. "Adrien!" the words escaped her lips so quietly, so barely, so terror filled as she steadied herself on her feet. Adrien could not see her like this. No. Adrien could not know. But didn't he already know? Know what? How? Sienna's head spun. And she doubled over as a more sickening thought gripped her. He would kill Adrien. The moment he caught wind of Adrien... And she was running towards the voice, seeing in the darkness, hearing his frenzied searching, colliding with him, sobbing, bleeding, pushing him away from the house. The cool wind met her, dried the blood, dried her tears. "Adrien...no! You need to get away from here!" He had knocked. He had knocked and the screaming and creaking had stopped. And she swayed again, lacking blood and peace, unsteady, falling against him, vainly pushing him away. "Please.." she whispered.
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May 6, 2007 14:18:49 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on May 6, 2007 14:18:49 GMT -8
Not quite immediately, but shortly afterward, Adrien heard rapid footsteps softly pounding toward the door. As the wooden frame opened up, he felt a body rush against his skin. Placing his arms down to caress her, he realized that something was terribly wrong.
"Sienna," he stated softly, urgently, feeling a rush of unadulterated rage. Who had done this? His hands clenched her shoulders as he glanced over his shoulder at Andrew, who was digging his nails absently into the bricks with such a pained expression that he hardly recognized the man.
He was in such confusion at her state, yet she was shouting for him to go away, begging him practically on her knees. As she stood there, not recognizing him as her husband but the kind and awkward stranger she had spent the evening with, Adrien felt his heart wrench open. "Who did this?" he interrupted her pleads. "Who did this to you?" She was shaking so hard, and bleeding so bad that Adrien hardly waited for an answer. "Andrew," he called, snapping the man into slight attention. "Explain things to her. Keep her here. I will take care of this. NOW." Pulling her close to him, he bent forward and splashed a kiss on her worn-out lips. "Remember Sienna....When we lay in the rose garden for that very first time?"
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May 6, 2007 14:46:36 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on May 6, 2007 14:46:36 GMT -8
ooc: awwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *blows nose obnoxiously* tissues... anyone???....
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Nov 20, 2007 17:06:25 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Nov 20, 2007 17:06:25 GMT -8
"Remember Sienna....When we lay in the rose garden for that very first time?"
A rose garden? Her eyes filled with despair that threatened to spill a million times over. His words echoed, empty, in her head, searching for meaning, for a connection. His gentle look melted into that of rage, and she knew him. But she did not. Only one man had ever lain with her. The man that surely had sensed their presence by now; surely he would soon appear. And Adrien was angry; angry for her sake for reasons she did not understand. "You mustent..." she began weakly, collecting herself. Thoughts halted and she did not understand. Her life was no longer laid out in black and white. She could not remember how she had come to be nor recall the life she had been living for so long. "He will kill you," she pleaded still, his sharp and unrelenting fangs glinting brightly in her memory. Adrien would not stand a chance. And yet she suddenly understood that Adrien was not weak. Adrien was not mortal. He was familiar, and he was a comfort. And this she struggled to make sense of, to grasp, for she felt it flitting deep within her memory, just out of reach.
Adrien had gone, and still she had to struggle against the familiar, smoldering connection. It pained her so, and his voice echoed in her mind. She fell weakly against the stone, fearing delusions and false memories. His voice was as clear as it had been moments before, when he urged her to remember the rose garden. But his words were not the same.
"Sienna, lay with me." And she heard herself answering him, no trace of uncertainty shadowing her voice. "Yes, yes anything..."
The force of the voices left her stunned, and the whisper of the man she despised so was fading ever so quickly. A rush of thoughts met her as her mind raced with this sudden, familiar memory.
He took her with one violent passion into his arms and the two melted away, as if they were dancing. He took her hand and led her away from the parlor, away from the house and into the now empty courtyard, where not another soul now stood. The roses formed around them and the moonlight shone brightly and a thousand symphonies played in their honor. "We have each other. You have me, you always will. I swear it." She listened as the ever meaningful notes, now even more so, washed over them. It ended, but in her mind the song continued, sweet, soft, and no longer filled with sorrow. She followed him wordlessly, submissively, into the courtyard, the pale light of the moon washing over the pair, falling again into his arms, her eyes drawn to the midnight roses and almost unnatural elegance of the evening. Taking her into his arms, he could feel her heartbeat through her shirt. Reaching out his arms, he unbuttoned it. The further he undressed her, the further he felt he was wading into that lake; the colder the water got, the more comforting. He paused and watched her face in the moonlight. She was not afraid. She was not uncertain, but she was in love. Giving a smile of comfort, he replied, "Always? I swear it too. You realize that always is forever, love? We are immortal?" He ran his fingers across her arms. "Indeed I do realize this," she replied, almost teasing. Had she forgotten this feeling of happiness? It seemed so, for it hit her as though something almost foreign to her changed form. "Forever. I will love you forever." "Forever," repeated Adrien into her eyes, the tease causing a faint smile to slip upon his face. He felt as a painting, as if that smile would forever remain on his lips. Then it happened. He leaned forward, wrapped his naked body around hers, and they made love beneath the white moonlight. The wind blew, plucking petals from the roses across and rushing them across their bodies.
The roses swayed gently in her mind and she knew this memory to be true. She knew this and many other thoughts to be true. But what of this life? A mere illusion? A strange dream from which she were about to be awakened? Or perhaps not...perhaps it related to something far deeper. She could have easily dismissed this thought if not for one harrowing realization. A common thread weaving in and out of her life, both this present state and her life as Adrien's lover, and the sudden acknowledgement sent chills coursing throughout her body. A million roses lingered; the rose garden in which she and Adrien had spent their first(and many thereafter) night together, the rose petals that served as an icon of their love making, swirling about the immortal pair, and the roses that grew wild in the front yard of this manor, the horible place in which this life placed her. The roses that she picked daily and left in vases around the manor. The roses calmed her, made her feel peaceful in a chaotic, deadly life. The roses littered every available surface; such was her fascination with them, dozens upon dozens of blood red roses in all states of life and death watched over the wrongdoings of her captor and whispered of sweet peace. And now Adrien had come and everything was perfectly clear; the little coven house, her first home and her first nightmare. Death and destruction had led them to flee the place of so many memories, and now her heart longed to see it once more, to step foot inside the beautiful old structures. She had climbed to her feet again, and was now gazing upon the familiar, brooding face of her other companion. "Andrew," she spoke finally, already healing, wishing for the arms of her love. But she threw herself upon Andrew and gripped his shoulders tightly. "Andrew..." Horror dawned on her face. Her eyes fell upon the soft, weak, clearly mortal man, a million questions within them.
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May 4, 2008 8:39:43 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on May 4, 2008 8:39:43 GMT -8
Hatred.
Adrien gripped the walls as he passed through each doorframe, expecting any moment to find the man that ill treated his love. Peering around corners, into darkened hallways, he could hear only his own breathing in the dusty earth. He passed by a piano, with yellowing ivory keys, and brushed his hands across them to feel the dust that caked onto the music and his lungs as he drifted through this place like a ghost who has just realized he does not exist. "Where are you, you bloody dog!" His head ached as he travelled from room to room, as Sienna must have once in agony. The place felt vacant, a crypt filled with lies and vanity and lust and hell- He entered one room, surrounded by walls and walls of books, and a painting of a naked woman who wasn't smiling. The room was round, covered in cobwebs, and carpetted obsessively with rosepetals here and there over the rug. Red rosepetals. He stared at the ground, red rose petals, here, there- blood. The breath left him at the sight of it, and he understood what happened here, the brutality, the cruelty, Sienna's red hair with the roses and the blood and her captor's inhuman red eyes. "I'm waiting for you!" he shouted, throwing open his arms wide in his gentleman's costume, his skin gently traced with Carla's perfume. "I'm waiting for you! Come out and get me! I'll slit your throat!"
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Andrew watched patiently as the emotions rapidly twisted over Sienna's pretty, porcelain face. His fingers crumbled against the gritty garden walls, and his pulse beat rapidly against his now mortal body. Weak. Lonely. "I am mortal now." Andrew shrugged numbly. "And I killed my wife. Because she fucked the butler. I should have killed myself.
I am glad you have found Adrien. This is a twisted state of mind we're all in. And I want to go home. If it's still there.
Remember when I couldn't let my love go, Sienna? And the lights went out in Los Angeles, and you and Adrien were arguing with Cassandra, remember Cassandra? Well, that's when it happened. I wished it because I thought it would be better than being in despair. But now I'm in despair here too. This is my fault. I beg your forgiveness. And for death.
I just want to go home."
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