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Post by Jacob Kale on Feb 5, 2009 22:30:19 GMT -5
Jacob sighed softly, as she stopped her movement and spoke, her words causing him to frown slightly, first she acted like she wanted him to find a sharp sword to fall on, now she acted as though she really cared, He watched her a moment before speaking softly. "...Its alright Calendrea... I've experienced more unpleasant reactions to what I showed and told you about myself last night..."
He watched her open the bay door and smiled slightly. "...Would you like me to stay then? I'm just somewhat surprised at your sudden change of heart." He let out a soft sigh, thinking to himself how he must look like a mess, he slept in his clothing and he didn't even bother brushing his hair due to the fact most of his things were still in his car.
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Post by calendreahedgerow on Feb 6, 2009 0:56:57 GMT -5
She shook her head. "It may seem sudden to you but I was up half the night stressing over you...over my words..." She was too shamed to speak how she had wished him as good as dead. "I didn't like hearing myself be so..." She looked up at him. "...you know I pride myself on being kind?" She laughed and shook her head. Walking toward him she said, "I would have you stay, if it is no too late. There is much to make up for in my behavior and I am curious about you Jacob."
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Post by Jacob Kale on Feb 6, 2009 1:25:39 GMT -5
Jacob continued to smile at her as she spoke, He was quite honestly surprised that she had even felt any remorse for her actions and words the night before, let alone stayed up because of them. "...Its alright, Really. I understand that what I told and showed you was overwhelming."
He stared down into her eyes as she moved closer, a slight blush creeping over his pale cheeks as she spoke. "No, its not too late... Curious? What are you curious about?"
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Post by calendreahedgerow on Feb 6, 2009 14:05:43 GMT -5
She was relieved in an odd sort of way to learn that he would be responsive to her apology, and it seemed to her questioning. To have the opportunity to speak to someone who had lived beyond the normal life span was a gift not to be missed. A sense of adventure was creeping over her that she would have to be careful to moderate lest she get in over her head. Laughing she said, "Are you kidding? There is a whole world of things that I am curious about." She shook her head and looked to the bay door standing wide opem. "Let me just pull your car outside so that I can close up again, then perhaps we can talk?"
She walked back to the mustang and started it up; she was very pleased with how the repairs had gone noting that the engine was no longer surging and sputtering, but instead had purred into ife without hesitation. She found herself a bit envious of the machine for having this ability. And perhaps that was the attraction for her in working with engines. They reposnded so well to the labor you put into them in predicatable manners, and rewarded you for the care you fave throughout their lives by yielding prepeatable results. Humanity, on the other hand, behaved under its own set of rules changing drastically every time you felt you had them memorized.
Pulling the mustang out onto the street, she turned off the motor and locked the doors upon exiting the vehicle. The dinner across the street looked to be doing a good business this night and she could hear a band playing in someone's garage several blocks over. She hoped the cops would not be called because by the sound of it the small group was actually quite tallented.
Her neighborhood was a mixture of residences and commercial properties estabished before the current zoning laws had been enforced. As an older part of the city, it seemed to run by its own set of rules. What businesses there were kept variable hours. With some of the owners living in the neighborhood over their shops just as she did, others having separte homes within the area, while others still lived in 'gated communities' and never even bothered to come by their businesses instead having the management farmed out to working class people, the community had developed its own sense of culture. She had not fully explored the area and seemed to find out new things every day, like the candle shop under the bank over on Second Street. She had purchased quite a few items there just last week and looked forward to seeing what else this city had to offer. However, looking back into her garage, she mused who ever would have though that it had such secrets.
Closing the bay door behind her as she returned inside, she handed Jacob his keys. "She shouldn't give you any troubles for a while. Just remember to change the oil in 3000 miles." Now that her fidgeting was over she found herself exceedingly uncomfortable with him and knew not how to proceed. She could overwhelm him with the onslaught of questions that were swimming round her eager mind, devouring all the things about him she possibly could. Yet she was loath to give into this manic tendency. Smiling she said, "I am still trying to get it fixed in my mind how your kind can even exist...I hope that isn't insulting to you. It's just that when you grow up thinking the world exists in a certain way and find out abruptly that it hasn't...well it has been messing with my equilibrium."
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Post by Jacob Kale on Feb 6, 2009 16:45:41 GMT -5
Jacob smiled softly at her, rarely had a human ever shown much interest in him, or even bothered to ask about his experiences in his long life, as she spoke and went about her business he simply sat quietly waiting for her to pull his car out, as she did so he glanced around at his surroundings, he was never one to be impressed by machines, over his long lifetime they had evolved and changed so drastically that he didn't even bother to take the time to use most of it, He much preferred pen and paper to computers, and laptops, and even typewriters.
He heard her speaking of his car, his thoughts returning to the here and now, and nodded. "Well, thank you for fixing her up.... Well, I'm here and I would be more than happy to answer any questions you have." With a wink at her he continued. "I've got nothing but time."
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Post by calendreahedgerow on Feb 6, 2009 23:14:47 GMT -5
She Purses her lips as if to say exactly. He does have time and the concept of that mystifies her. How would someone manage to keep their sanity throughout the ages? She follows his gaze about the room and smiles lightly. "It's a bit rough down here but its not too bad upstairs, at least it doesn't smell like axil grease and there are chairs to sit in. Would you join me upstairs Jacob?" Somewhere from the depths of her memory from some horror flick the superstition that unless invited a vampire was unable to enter your home. She looked to him dismisssing the thought as Hollywood hype. He had already shown himself to defy all she had ever heard. Being alive was proof of that, wasn't it?
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Post by Jacob Kale on Feb 7, 2009 1:08:07 GMT -5
Jacob smiled at her invitation and nodded. "Gladly, And nearly everything you have seen or heard about in popular culture is ficticious....The one thing that is true is sun, we cannot withstand ultraviolet light..."
After his words he let out a soft sigh, his mind wandering back through the ages, to only a few days after his parents had been murdered by their own kind... on the third day, he had planned to end his life, Because honestly, what is a life with no one who cares for and loves you unconditionally? His plan at suicide was to watch the sunrise, it would be a wonderful way to go he had thought back at that time, at least he would get to see it, the beautiful sunrise.
Shaking his head and the thoughts away for the time being he smiled slightly at her, his expression one of sorrow and pain for a moment before returning to his seemingly always persistent and jovial smile.
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Post by calendreahedgerow on Feb 7, 2009 14:51:40 GMT -5
She looked at him with a little bit of suprise and scepticism crossing her face. "Perhaps what I have heard is hype, perhpas not. For isn't it alos rumored that vampires have the ability to read the thoughts of others?" Smiling she led the way to the wooden staircase at teh back of the shop. The back wall wa actually a hidden staircase that ran parallel to the wall and paneled off to make efficient use of the wall space. The base of the stairs began as a landing that made an 'L' turn before going up the walled off staircase.
Turning the light on she ascended the staircase and opened the door at the top of the stairs before entering her apartments. She turned on another light and kicked her shoes off at the door to walk in her stocking feet across the hardwood floor fo the living room. Her over all color scheme of the room was set in earth tones, she had painted the wall a rich dark green and had furniture in creams, brown, and some maroon from here to there as accents. Her kitchen opened up from the back of the living room and was laid in various earth tone of cermaic tile. She went to teh kitchen and pulled out two glasses and indicated he take a seat at the kitchen table. It was a small drop leaf table handed down from her grandmother circa 1918 and had leaves that could be inserted to seat twelve people comfortably.
"Would you like something to drink Jacob?" She had noted how an underlying hint of sadness had peaked out his eyes and imagined a wealth of sorrows would be his to tell.
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Post by Jacob Kale on Feb 7, 2009 20:12:21 GMT -5
Jacob nodded and chuckled at her words, some of what was circulating about vampires was true, some was not. "Well, Some of us have special abilities, like telepathy, But sadly I am not one of them." He watched her move to the bookshelf and let out a slight laugh as she opened it and it turned out to lead upstairs.
Following her quietly he let out a soft sigh, trying to ignore his previous thoughts of how he nearly ended his life long before it even truly began.
As he entered her apartment behind her, he looked around, it was a nice apartment, much better than his own that was downtown in the nearby city, he sat down as she indicated to do so and shook his head no at her question. "No thank you, I'm afraid it would only increase my true thirst.... Human food and drink does nothing to sustain my kind, But I have grown to enjoy the flavor of some of it over the years." He sat back in the chair and heaved a sigh as he looked up at the ceiling a moment before his gaze shifted back to her. "..So, is there anything in particular you would like to discuss?"
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Post by calendreahedgerow on Feb 7, 2009 21:57:21 GMT -5
She needed something to occupy all the energy that was building up inside her. There were so many questions threatening to spill out in a rush and she turned to the stove to put a kettle of water on to boil. "I'll just make a pot of tea then and take something for myself." She filled the kettle with water at the sink and looked out the window into the night as the water ran down into the metal container. Speaking to Jacob with her back to him she said, "This vow of yours, I guess is what intrigues me the most. How do you live then if you cannot find someone to to offer you their blood?"
The kettle nearly over flowed and she shut the water off and had to pour some of the liquid down the drain before putting the lid back on and turning to place it on the stove. As she crossed from the sink to the gas stove she gazed at him sitting there at her table and thought that his life must have been harsh to endure. Placing the kettle on the stove she flipped on the gas and turned to him expectantly. Leaning back against the counter by the stove she dreaded to hear what his reply might be.
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Post by Jacob Kale on Feb 7, 2009 22:08:34 GMT -5
Jacob watched her and nodded at her words as she filled up the pot for tea, with a soft sigh he ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes a moment to focus on the sound of the running water, just letting the sound occupy his thoughts a moment before she spoke again.
slowly his eyes opened and he looked up at her, smiling slightly as he spoke. "Well, I used to feed on animals back before there were blood banks, and if you pay the right people you can get blood from them." He could hear the water beginning to boil long before her and he glanced at the pot behind her before looking back to her. "I think you water is plenty hot." He said in a teasing tone.
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Post by calendreahedgerow on Feb 7, 2009 22:23:42 GMT -5
She nodded and turned to get the water just as it started to boil and shut the gas off. Taking a pot from the back of the counter, she moved to the sink again and let the water run hot, rinsed the pot with the hot water to heat it slightly and then turned to the stove once more. Setting the pot on the counter and grabbing the kettle to pour the water she asked, "But what if you can't get to a blood bank?"
The busy work was helping to embolden her to ask questions more to the point and she conintued. "Why after all this time would you risk death by not taking hwat you needed?"
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Post by Jacob Kale on Feb 7, 2009 22:40:56 GMT -5
Jacob watched her go through the motions of making tea on her stove, as she asked another question he let out a deep sigh and combed his fingers through his hair yet again. "..When I was younger... much younger, Maybe 70. I came across a home in the middle of nowhere, it was night, and I was very hungry... Up until then I had never gone for more than just a single person... But I was so hungry.. I just couldn't control myself.. I had noticed an open window and when I peeked in I saw that there was a couple... maybe in their late 50's, sleeping in their bed. So I did what came naturally I killed them, no remorse, no nothing, just like they were nothing but food to me.... And as I was draining the woman dry, you see she had screamed when I bit into her throat, and her oldest came running in, he just stood in the doorway and watched. He was too scared to even scream or cry or shout... He just stood there, and when I turned around holding his lifeless mother in my arms... I'll never forget that face... Never... Full of anger, and hate and pain.... It still makes me sick... Just thinking about it..." With a shiver he glanced away from her and to a random spot on the wall, he placed a hand on his temple and rubbed it with his thumb softly.
After a moment to collect himself and push the memory back into the depths of his mind he spoke. "...And that is why I don't kill... I don't take blood without permission... The only time I have killed since then have been accidents... and defense."
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Post by calendreahedgerow on Feb 7, 2009 22:58:15 GMT -5
She couldn't move when he was speaking. All she could do was stand there and stare dumbly like someone does at a car wreck. You want to look away but the horror of it freezes you, traps your eyes and holds you prisoner refusing to relinquish you until it reveals more than you ever wanted to know.
And as she listened, she did learn more than she ever wanted to know. Not the details of a kill, gruesome as it had been, but rather the underlying grief that had accompanied those kills. She heard the self loathing in his voice, she could see the realization of that son's anguish as a terrbile moral wrong sinking into his brain. Such glimpses in the mirror had a way of making one go insane. Only the very bravest survived such a glimpse into self.
When he stopped speaking she pulled some tea from the cupboard and opened the vacuum sealed, foil pack of green tea into the pot and replaced the lid. She brought that to the table with a matching cup and saucer. The tea set was in the chinese style having no handle with diminutive cups. Rose china with tiny white flowerettes covered the surface of both cup and teapot. Taking her seat opposite him she looked with concern to him and said, "Do you know how remarkable that makes you, Jacob?"
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Post by Jacob Kale on Feb 7, 2009 23:10:10 GMT -5
Jacob heaved a deep sigh as she sat beside him, He could feel her eyes boring into him as he told his tale, and as she sat and spoke he looked at her, his expression pained and his greenish golden eyes seeming to be duller, as if the light that had once made them so bright had been suddenly switched off, instead replaced by deep dark red, the tips of his extended fangs peeking out from his upper lip. "...How does that make me remarkable? To come to the realization that you are a monster, and that what you have been taught and learned too do from such a young age was so terribly wrong... and evil!" His voice was full of anger and hatred... all of which were focused inward, toward himself.
He rested his elbows on the table and covered his face with his hands, hiding behind them as he did his best to calm himself, muttering under his breath. "..I'm sorry.... I don't mean to yell.."
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