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Post by Jacob Kale on Jan 21, 2009 11:21:00 GMT -5
Jacob stares down at the girl as she grabs his wrist tightly, He makes no effort to pull his hand free from her own, thinking to himself "Something terrible must have happened when she was turned, I've heard that my kind can be cruel... But to force a girl so young to become one of us, and to do so in a way that makes her hate who she is. I don't blame her for hating her kind... But she needs to know we aren't all monsters."
He watches her carefully as she moves away from him and begins to pace, noting her facial features as well as her demeanor, With a soft voice he spoke. "...Then what is wrong? Do I remind you of someone or something that happened, and if so, I'm Sorry. Not all of our kind are evil and uncaring monsters."
as she stops pacing and stares at him he moves closer to her slowly, frowning as he looks down into her sad and lonely silver, bordering on black eyes. Standing there silently wishing he could help her come to terms with who and what she was now. Knowing it was impossible to live forever and hate who and what you are... It would drive her mad eventually.
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Post by Rayne Morte on Jan 21, 2009 23:58:18 GMT -5
She sighs deeply and shake her head as he looks into her eyes "I'm a .... I'm sorry" Looking away from his eyes she frowns and whisper softly "I just don't trust Vampires ... Not only just vampires mostly everyone besides humans... Sometimes not even them" She said as she looks into his bright green eyes and sighed.
Thinking for a while she gently but nervously runs her fingertips slowly through Jacob's long black hair and gives him a weak smile as she turns around and hold onto her arms as the wind blows gracefully causing her short hair seems to whip around as it blows slightly.
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Post by Jacob Kale on Jan 22, 2009 0:14:08 GMT -5
Jacob Sighs softly at her words and nods, understanding somewhat how she feels, It must be hard to trust the race that made you what you are and did so in a more than likely violent way. "I see....It's very obvious that you were turned... and I assume that it was a horrifying and terrible experiance... For that I am sorry... I have never turned a human and I have only killed them by accident or in self defense..."
He smiles slightly at her, feeling somewhat mesmerized by her gorgeous eyes, His eyes slowly closing as he felt her unexpectedly run a hand through his long black hair, His eyes slowly opened to return their gaze to her beautiful eyes. "I am truly sorry Rayne... Here this should keep the cold air off of you... I know we may be cold, but we still feel the air against our skin." And with those words he slipped his trenchcoat off and swung it around her and over her shoulders, it hung oddly on her nearly a foot of it laying on the ground at her feet.
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Post by Rayne Morte on Jan 22, 2009 0:36:34 GMT -5
She pull the trench coat more fitting over her shoulders "Jacob ... Please don't feel sorrow for me" she frowns and shakes her head then whispers in a low toned voice. "Why are you so kinda to me? ... This is abnormal behavior that I'm not used to" Sighing deeply she could smell his sent on the coat as she did so. She tucks her hair behind her ear and frown as she thinks to herself about why this vampire is treating her with so much respect.
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Post by Jacob Kale on Jan 22, 2009 0:46:38 GMT -5
Jacob frowns slightly at her words and gently places a hand on her cheek, had she been human she would have more than likely complained at the iciness of his touch, but being a vampire, her skin temperature was nearly identical to his, He spoke softly as he gazed down into her silvery orbs. "Because, you seem troubled... and such a beautiful woman does not deserve to be in such a terrible mood... Nor alone when she is in, said mood. Rayne, I am not the vampire that made you who you are, but I can gladly be the one that helps you come to terms with what you are."
And with his words he leans forward and places a single kiss on her forehead, smiling slightly as he takes in her sweet scent yet again, letting it permeate his sense of smell before exhaling, almost as if he were taking a draw on a delicious cigar of some kind.
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Post by Rayne Morte on Jan 22, 2009 1:39:58 GMT -5
She turns around only to fill his hand gently touching her cheek. She closely closes her eyes at his soft touch Rayne's eyes flash open at the sound of his voice she sighs at his words and nods "I do know this .... But I don't need to be saved" She frowns and looks into his eyes for a while.
As his soft lips touches Rayne's forehead she shivers slight as she remembers the vampire who turned her licking the side of her face slowly. She waits a while as she stays completely still allowing him to favor her sent. She slowly moist her lips as she sucks on them slightly before looking up at him with confusion. "I understand that I shouldn't live like this ... But I still can't trust anyone completely ... I can only trust my opinion on others" She frowns and look down at the ground and holds onto his coat around her a bit more tightly as she tries to comprehend all that is being told to her.
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Post by Jacob Kale on Jan 22, 2009 1:59:07 GMT -5
Jacob heaves a deep sigh of frustration, whispering softly as she looks back into his eyes. "I beg to differ Rayne.... To live an eternal life is hard.... You cannot allow the past to guide you through your life, to dwell on the past for eternity will send you down a spiral from which you cannot return."
He gently rests a hand on her cheek, using his thumb to carefully stroke it as he speaks yet again, hoping to at least earn even the tiniest sliver of trust. "I understand... but you cannot make opinions based on something a single horrid person. To never trust anyone... not even a little bit will leave you lonely and full of sorrow for all your days... and for someone that will live forever that is such a waste. You need to let go of the past, It is hard, I know."
and with those words he took a deep breath, images of the night his parents were brutally murdered flashing before his eyes, he shuts them tightly but the images stay, Speaking softly, his voice barely a whisper and full of pain. "...I know what its like to have your world brought down around you, to watch it all crumble to nothing in seconds.... it hurts, It never goes away... the pain only dulls.... eventually you will understand that all of it, even the horrible things, make us better, teach us to cope, to live on when others we know and love fall all around us, we live on. We must live our lives to the fullest for ourselves and for all those that deserve to live forever and yet do not... we owe it to them, all of them, and to ourselves." his gaze drifts downward to the ground, crimson tears begin to creep down his face, finally dropping onto the ground.
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Post by Rayne Morte on Jan 22, 2009 14:43:01 GMT -5
Rayne just stand there in silence as he lecture her on why she shouldn't keep living on like this. Then she notices the drops of tears the hit the ground slowly yet powerfully. She sighs and look up at him to see two little strands of tears sliding down his face.
She begins to shake slightly as she hesitantly wraps her arms around Jacob's small waist and whisper softly in what she hoped to me a soothing tone "Please don't cry ..." She lets out a deep sigh as she nervously runs her fingertips up and down his back gently. Never has been so close to a vampire like this out of freewill and steps a bit closer to him.
She could feel her throat getting tighter and tighter the closer she got to him. Images flash through her mind about the night that the vampire who turned her did the tragic and unforgettably events to her as she watched her parents hopelessly die before her eyes. She rests her head up against his chest and sighs deeply inhaling his scent.
'Its okay Rayne ... This isn't the one who killed them'' Her body was becoming more relaxed beside the vampire named Jacob. Just knowing that he wasn't the one who made her live her life in fear with the pain in her heart, the pain the will forever live there.
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Post by Jacob Kale on Jan 22, 2009 16:19:01 GMT -5
Jacob sighs deeply, his tears still flowing, trying his best to keep his composure in front of this woman, He shivers slightly, not from the cool air on his already cold skin but the memories that seemed to hauntingly snake back into his mind, for so long he put it all aside and moved on, but now... Now it felt like it was all overwhelming him and there was nothing he could do about it.
Jacob, looked away as Rayne slid her arms around his waist, somewhat surprised that she was even this close to him, trying to hide his face from her as she whispered in a somewhat soothing tone of voice.
Closing his eyes tightly he manages to whisper in a shaky voice. " ...Im sorry...... You shouldn't have t-to deal with me and my own problems, not while I'm trying to help you with yours... " He leans against her slightly, trying to regain control over himself and the flood of emotions overwhelming him.
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Post by Rayne Morte on Jan 22, 2009 16:33:58 GMT -5
She roll her eyes then whispers softly "Same goes for you .... You shouldn't be dealing with my problems when you obviously have some of your own to maintain." Pulling away from his slightly she uses her thumb to gently wipe away his tears.
She smiles weakly as she looks up at him and whisper softly "I'm stronger than I appear to be ... You just need to worry about yourself instead of having dead weight on your mind" She close her eyes for a second then slowly open the to look back into his eyes once more. "I'll be fine, I promise you that."
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Post by Jacob Kale on Jan 22, 2009 16:42:11 GMT -5
Jacob lets a soft sigh escape his lips at her softly spoken and soothing words, the flow of his crimson tears slowly comes to an end as he speaks. " I know.... I just, I thought I had dealt with it... I hold no resentment or anger towards my race for what happened to my parents.... But sometimes I just remember them, and I can't help it... I'm sure you understand. "
Jacob's face turns a light shade of red as he feels her softly wiping his tears from his face, smiling slightly as he looks down into her gorgeous eyes while she speaks, He whispers softly as she finishes. "There is no reason for me to worry about myself... I accept what happened, that doesn't mean I don't feel sorrow for it... I'm alright now.. Thank you. I'm glad... I just don't think you should hate everyone and everything because of a single terrible moment in your life."
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Post by Rayne Morte on Jan 25, 2009 0:25:11 GMT -5
She sighs deeply looking away from Jacob's gaze and let out a soft sigh before whispering softly "I don't hate my race ... I'm just .... I'm not going to trust them .... Vampires aren't the most loyal people on this Earth". She shakes her head and steps away from him and cracks her knuckles.
"We have too much power to be trusted" She sighs slides his trench coat off of her slowly as she hands it back to him before sitting down on the stoned bench crossing her legs as she looks up at him with a weak smile.
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Post by Jacob Kale on Jan 25, 2009 0:49:09 GMT -5
Jacob nods slightly, sighing softly as he takes his trench coat and slips it onto his arms. "I see, Well.... Not all of use abuse our power..."
He takes a seat beside her on the bench, glancing around at the graves, whispering softly to Rayne. "....If you don't mind my asking... Why did you come here? I came here to think and to remind myself that even though we are immortal...we are not gods." He closes his eyes a moment and rubs his temples with his hand.
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Post by Rayne Morte on Jan 25, 2009 0:56:46 GMT -5
She smiles softly to herself and shake her head slowly. "You might not understand but ... When I'm here or in any cemetery it's like I can feel my parents presents. To be honest ... They don't have a grave of their own. So any cemetery that I go to feels like home ... Where I belong"
She frowns and let out a deep sigh "I just feel accepted here"
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Post by Jacob Kale on Jan 25, 2009 1:05:33 GMT -5
Jacob smiles softly, nodding at her words in understanding as she speaks. "...I see, I never got the chance to bury my parents either... When I come to these places, I feel the same way.... Its nice to feel like you belong when no where is home."
With a soft sigh he gently rests a hand on her back, patting it gently. "Rayne, would you like to come with me to my apartment? It may not be much, but its quite and safe."
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