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Post by lynnie on Mar 28, 2010 20:06:27 GMT -5
The sun had set hours ago, and Angelus could feel the air of the night over his bare skin. He lay on his back in the middle of the green field of the park, his dark eyes staring straight ahead at the half moon above. He had yet to feed that night, but hadn't made any move to really try. He'd seen several people walk past him, giving strange glances to the young Irish boy, but the younger girls giggled as they passed on, dirty thoughts passing their minds. He didn't know what caused such laziness on such a night. It just seemed an off day to the vampire. He'd been in the entire day as he should so that he wouldn't fry in the sunlight, the books he used to keep him busy most days didn't seem to do much for him. They were full of wonder and mystery, something that Angelus usually liked, but today the attention that the books usually caputured was lost. Most of the day he sat in front of a roaring fire of the house he'd stayed in after killing the family the night before, thinking about the six-seven hundred odd years he'd been alive. He wasn't exactly "growing a soul", but he wasn't really thinking much about the killing and maiming. Maybe it was all that time of being alone, but then again, maybe his time was passed do. Maybe he wasn't meant to live as long as he had. By his record, he felt like one of the oldest vampires to date, and yet one of the younger ones. He wasn't as old as the Master had been, but he wasn't as young as some of the newer vampires.
He stood up suddenly, his eyes roaming around the area, the dead silence making it easy to think. He knew that he was hungry, but by the looks of the moon, the sun would be rising in a few hours, so he had to act quickly. He didn't really know where he could go, the bars would be closing soon, but he didn't really have all that much strength to go anywhere just yet. The elder vampire, wandered over to a close bench, sitting down, not even bothering to button his shirt. He wondered if any slobbering drunks cut through the park on their way home, or if they all were taking cab's and the like. A smile crossed his lips at the thought, but the empty feeling in his stomach caused the smile to fade. Maybe he just needed to feed. That's why he'd been do down all day, the lack of a nutritious meal holding him and his strength back. He hoped that someone would come walking past soon.
status: complete
tagged: everton
music: shout it - mitchel musso
outfit: Click
notes: I finished it... Three years later...
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Post by .EVERTON ELIZABETH BRETT* on Apr 8, 2010 19:30:10 GMT -5
It’d been a lonnnng night. A really long night. It had been one of those nights where she’d wandered about aimlessly with nothing to kill. At least when she was fighting she kept her adrenaline levels high and kept her going. There was only a couple of hours of nights left, she had to keep herself up and going but she just wanted to go home and snuggle her future husband. She was watcher-less and bored. She’d decided if she patrolled places near her home then she could be in bed with Riley in no time. There was a park near her house, she took Reah there during the day time to play. It was a crazy world they lived in where a place she used to think of straight away as a great place to go on the swings now she thought hey maybe I’ll find a few vampires to kill there. The place seemed empty as Evie cart wheeled her way across the grass. It was so much more fun in the summer, the nights were that bit warmer, there was very little mud and it was just nicer. Was that totally crazy that Evie had a preferred season to slay? God I’m rambling aren’t I?? Sorry!!!
Evie had been about to flop on her favourite bench. Yes she had a favourite. She slayed every night, what could you expect? However as Evie approached she noticed the bench was already occupied. Evie had a first instinct and at this time of night it was that this guy wasn’t human. She wasn’t sure what to do. She knew what she should do. Hell how could she not do it. She’d been complaining about the lack of vampires all night. But something in her didn’t like how this situation could turn out. Looking to the sky, Evie took a deep breath and snuck over. Standing behind this curly haired, young looking vampire, Evie put one hand on her hip, the other twirling her stake. She let out a sigh. “You know I hate to be rude but that is my favourite bench. I mean I don’t want to be a bitch but ya know… I’ll fight ya for it?!”
wearing ♥ this && thinking ♥ hope this doesn't suck && word count ♥ 375 && tagging ♥ angelous
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Post by lynnie on Apr 18, 2010 13:55:57 GMT -5
To Angelus, it felt as though hours seemed to pass since he'd come to sit on the bench. He could smell the dawn approaching ever so slowly, so he knew that he'd have to get up and leave soon, but he really couldn't bring himself to move. As he sat there, he started to reminisce on the 700+ years he'd been alive. His human life was a blur in his mind, and really didn't remember it at all. He vaguely remember his human name, and the horror that came behind it, but he really couldn't remember much past the 16th century.
Sighing, Angelus slumped in his seat, crossing his arms around his bare chest and starting straight ahead. He knew that it would be better if he just got up and left, going back home so that he wouldn't fry once the sun came up. “You know I hate to be rude but that is my favourite bench. I mean I don’t want to be a bitch but ya know… I’ll fight ya for it?!” Angelus gave a forced sigh, but didn't look at back at the girl. By the sound of wood clinking against metal, he suspected a slayer, but had and possibly killed a couple in his own life time. Then again, they were probably just muscled girl's who didn't want to get killed. Either way it really didn't bother him, he'd have her soon enough. He was good at that.
"Well lass, Oi'm not so sure aboyt that. Oi'm really not in a foightin' mood. Want de bench? Yer gunna 'ave t' stake me." He said still not looking at the girl. He knew that she was going to take him up on that staking him offer, but he wouldn't let her. He was better than that. He'd been fighting way longer than she had, and had been alive longer than that. Of course he'd be able to take her. The question was, would he want to?
status: complete
tagged: everton
music: shout it - mitchel musso
outfit: Click
notes: And I am back.. Stupid muse loss.
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