Elena
Rogue Werewolf
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Post by Elena on Oct 28, 2006 1:22:04 GMT
“Well, I’m not going to, but that was worth a try.” She offered him a humourless smile, and a slight shrug. At least she was honest, but she liked doing whatever she wanted, and even if the vampire ‘advised’ her to stop talking, she wasn’t going to take it to heart. She had a goal, and she wasn’t giving up on it now.
“I think a nineteen-year-old human can do anything they put their mind to. Kids are resourceful, no matter what species.” Her eyes flickered to his hands, tempted to grab it and crack the knuckles for him, but she knew that wouldn’t accomplish anything. “So, what, you’re a guardian angel? Wow, that’s…” She couldn’t even finish her sentence. While she didn’t burst out laughing, she did allow herself a soft laugh and a shake of her head that sent her ponytail swaying from side to side. This vampire really did think he was something special…
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Elena
Rogue Werewolf
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Post by Elena on Oct 28, 2006 18:00:05 GMT
“So you want to find this kid and you’re thinking he’s a dumbass? Nice…” Elena rolled her eyes, and sighed, shrugging her shoulders. What did she care anyway? Kids ran away from home everyday. If this vampire thought he could find them all, then it was a good thing he had the near-immortality on his side; it would take him an eternity, and then, he’d still never finish the job.
“Obviously, you don’t register sarcasm.” She eyes him with a lifted brow and then took in a deep breath to register the scents of the area around her, filtering through the garbage and nearby gore to see if there was anything worth her time. Straining her ears, she thought perhaps she could hear something just at the edge of her range, but people argued all the time; this was LA, after all…
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Elena
Rogue Werewolf
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Post by Elena on Oct 28, 2006 19:24:00 GMT
For some reason, hearing the vampire ‘insult’ the boy he was looking for was moderately amusing to Elena, but she kept that to herself. At least he was capable of that kind of train of thought. She had been starting to think he was some kind of machine, programmed to be the dullest thing that walked the face of the Earth. She studied him with a detached kind of interest as he looked around, and was about to stifle a yawn when she definitely picked up on a sound that wasn’t quite so ‘everyday’.
“I’m sure you’d love to stick around and hear me throw sarcasm at you, but if you didn’t hear that scream, then I might have to brand you the worst supernatural that ever existed. No sarcasm involved there.”
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Elena
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Post by Elena on Oct 30, 2006 0:50:22 GMT
Okay, he is asking for me to kick him in the ass.
Elena growled as the vampire pushed past her, not even bothering to dodge around the foot or so of space she occupied, aiming a glare at the back of his head before curiosity kicked in, and she decided to follow, to see what she’d heard and whether or not it could amount to anything. She stayed behind the vampire as he moved, keeping her ears tuned for another shout.
She heard nothing.
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Elena
Rogue Werewolf
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Post by Elena on Oct 30, 2006 3:58:24 GMT
Elena had smelt it before they’d reached the scene too, and she felt her eyes glow faintly in the darkness and shadow of the street as they moved along it, wolf behind vampire, neither one trusting or liking the other. Why was she even still near to this vampire? She hated his kind. If she’d realised the ridiculousness of her own actions, she might have doubted her sanity, turned around, and headed off, but her wolf wanted to see what had happened.
Who was she to deny her instincts?
As they found the body, she oddly enough reached up to her hair, and slowly pulled the tie from her ponytail; it slid over her dark locks and came free in her hand, before she pushed it into her pocket. Her hair fell around her shoulders, back and chest, half casting her face into shadow, even as the vampire stood and turned. His red eyes met her yellow ones, and she saw the accusation there. Her growl rippled through the air between them.
And she waited. She knew what he would say… knew what was coming…
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Elena
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Post by Elena on Oct 30, 2006 20:42:42 GMT
“You’re the one who called him a dumbass. I’m sure you’ll think of something. And besides, if I hadn’t mentioned the scream in the first place, you wouldn’t have even heard it. And if it hadn’t been for that phone call, you’d still be outside that club, poking people with bills and asking them questions you knew they didn’t know the answers to in the first place.”
She saw him tense, and mirrored the posture, her shoulders straightening as her limbs seemed to poise themselves, ready for a strike or a block, should she need either movement. Elena wasn’t going to stand there and let this bloodsucker accuse her of causing the boy’s death when the human had clearly meddled in something he shouldn’t have. What human in their right mind would wander these streets alone at night? The idiot…
Elena didn’t think the boy had deserved to be killed, but he should have known better, that was for sure.
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Elena
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Post by Elena on Nov 2, 2006 19:02:36 GMT
The vampire didn’t give her a chance to respond to his snapped remark before he had the audacity to strike at her. She lifted an arm, blocking the blow, but then he swung a second with barely a moment’s preparation, and she was angered and slightly embarrassed that it had landed. The embarrassment, no matter how fleeting, only increased her fury at the hit itself.
Her growl was unbridled, rattling out of her throat with bestial intent, and she spun in a kick aimed for the side of his head, moving her body quickly and with agile precision. The vampire snatched his hands up, catching her foot and twisting with enough power to spin her up and around. Relying on her reflexes and instincts, she swung out with the other foot as she spun.
Elena’s boot slammed the vampire in the left shoulder, catching him off-guard. As she spun down, she twisted, managing to land in a predatory crouch, her eyes flashing yellow again, her hair falling in a feral manner around her face.
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Elena
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Post by Elena on Nov 4, 2006 23:59:39 GMT
Elena almost blinked at his reaction. If he was having such a fit at a splash of puddle on his jacket, then how would he feel if she did manage to toss him into the gory remains of that homeless man. A flash of cruel mischief shot through her mind, but she had to push it back before it clouded her judgement, and she wasn’t about to drop her guard and let him get in another hit if she could help it.
She hated the way he seemed to obsess… the way he panicked and got so particular about little things. He probably made lists for fun. She’d seen his type before, and she had never, ever met one that she’d liked, let alone a vampire clean-freak. It was ridiculously ironic, in her book. She wondered if she could freak him out more, by reminding him of just how much disease and dirt there was in the air, clinging to his skin with every second, and that he was practically a walking corpse, covered in filth and decay, no matter how many scalding showers he took.
When she countered his move, she almost sighed, disappointed. He was studying his moves too much, and she was reminded of pups in her old pack who would spend too much time thinking about what they were going to do rather than just doing it. Elena was briefly tempted to just lash up and out with a knee, but that crude move was reserved for desperate times, otherwise it just seemed like cheating. Instead, she tossed his leg away, and swung with her left arm and fist. He blocked it quickly, no doubt reflexively, and then she followed through with the other arm, striking him across the face.
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Elena
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Post by Elena on Nov 6, 2006 20:05:32 GMT
Of course she had an issue with his face. It was the part where his mouth was held, and she just had the uncontrollable urge to hit it, as much as possible if she had her way, and she was determined to get her way. She was used to winning, after all, and wasn’t much of a graceful loser. If the vampire so much as uttered the words ‘this is your fault’, she wouldn’t hesitate, and the wolf that tickled at the surface would be unleashed. She would love to see him hold off against that kind of onslaught.
As she went down, instinct kicked in again, saving her from landing back-first on the ground below. She recovered quickly, putting her hands back behind her and using them as a kind of springboard to flip herself back up, feet aimed at him again. Elena felt the blow glance partly off the block he threw up as a reaction, but she had hit him again, at least, even if not with the full force she had been intending.
Coming back to her feet properly, she let her eyes flash even more intensely, fixed on him, before she started to circle, her wolfen behaviour showing even closer at the surface as the roots of her hair lightened to the grey-white of her animal form.
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Elena
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Post by Elena on Nov 11, 2006 14:47:54 GMT
She was getting to him. She could see that in his posture, and the way his eyes glowed even more intensely. Elena almost grinned in triumph, but she hadn’t won this fight yet, and couldn’t allow herself that kind of victorious attitude until she was literally standing over his ashen remains. Anything else would just be arrogance, and though she knew she could be arrogant anyway, she didn’t want it to cloud her judgement when it really mattered.
When he came at her again, she blocked, and then again. They quickly descended into a fast, brutal rhythm of swings and blocks, catching each other’s attacks before they could land. It only frustrated her wolf, but she couldn’t concentrate on that irritation now… not if she wanted to win.
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Elena
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Post by Elena on Nov 29, 2006 21:48:46 GMT
This vampire was really starting to push her towards the edge. Not unlike a ripple of a wave, the roots of her hair ‘bleached’ white, along the parting in her hair, bleeding into the dark locks as she gave a growl, catching his latest swing and twisting his arm viciously, before aiming a punch up into his side, hoping to do enough damage with the strike to land another swift blow before he could recuperate.
She would show him which was the dominant species. Wolf was far superior to vampire, any day, and she intended to remind him of that, with tooth and claw if she had to. The animal that prowled within her howled for a release, and the satisfaction that tearing him apart would bring… that split second of defeat on his face before he burst into ash.
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Elena
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Post by Elena on Jan 29, 2007 19:37:19 GMT
Elena, with her upbringing and all her inbred pride and arrogance, wasn’t at all ashamed of her wolfen side. She adored and embraced it; knew she wouldn’t be half the woman she was today without it, and not only in the literal sense. She, on some level, loved looking so misleading; women had always been underappreciated in the world of humans, viewed as the weaker sex, and oh, she loved to show them how wrong that was.
As the vampire’s blow landed, she rolled with it, letting it double her over slightly, but wrenching her wrist out of his grasp as she went, and using her lupine agility to arc a leg up and over, to clip him in the side of the head, fully rolling down and over across the alley after she felt the blow connect, her eyes fully wolfen when she came up, streaks of feral white bleeding fiercely through her normally-dark mane. She grinned, canines displayed openly, and growled almost eagerly.
It had been so long since a vampire had given her a good fight… she was almost enjoying herself…
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Elena
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Post by Elena on Feb 1, 2007 0:07:20 GMT
He was just goading her now. On some deep, logical level, she knew he wasn’t, not really, but she wanted a fight, and the wolf wanted to be unleashed… and who was she to deny such things? If he was going to give her a chance to release the animal, then she was going to take it. Quickly she shrugged back her jacket and tugged it smoothly from her arms with a single, fluid motion, and then started transforming. Her shoes, pants and top-layer shirt were shed, but the rest, she simply left; she had more of what she would lose, and it would cost her precious time to remove them.
Her experience with changing and the call of the moon made it easy for her to shift, and soon, her muscles were rippling as they set into place, and her jaw snapped almost experimentally as she gave a whined growl of appreciation; the change felt so good during the moon… like a release of some painful built-up energy.
Bright yellow eyes fixed on the vampire, and she hunched over dangerously, baring too-long canines at him and flexing paws tipped with talons. If he wanted to fight her, then she would see how he fared against her bestial fighter’s form…
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Elena
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Post by Elena on Feb 18, 2007 23:51:51 GMT
Before the untimely, infuriating interruption, Elena had been staring down at the vampire with an almost unhinged hunger, feral and instinctual and angry, but eager in a primal way. The thought of being able to freely tear into him until he combusted into that acrid, foul ash was something she couldn’t deny, like a force pulling at her, and she had taken only one step forward before it happened.
Damn humans!
Reluctantly taking her eyes from her opponent, her head turned to look over her shoulder, and as soon as she saw the van, she went down on all fours, snarling viciously; how dare they interrupt what would have surely been victory for her? She was enraged at the disturbance. The vampire was right there, in her reach, and so easily defeated… but those damn mortals and their cursed vehicles. There was no chance she could do as she wished now, with their prying eyes coming closer.
She met his gaze as he looked at her, and her eyes narrowed. Her look said it all; this wasn’t over. Cliché or not, this wasn’t finished, their little fight.
With him backing away, she saw no shame in quickly grabbing what she could in strong jaws and bounding away, into the shadows and up a fire escape, out of sight.
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Giselle
Vampire
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I've seen and experienced things; that'll push the average to the edge and swan dive to death
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Post by Giselle on Jan 10, 2008 23:20:51 GMT
POST TIMESKIP
Giselle wandered through the dark streets, clutching her teddy tightly to her chest as she hid in the dark shadows, making sure that if there was someone else around that they wouldn't see her. When the sun had gone down enough for it to be safe to venture outside of their 'home' Scarlett had taken her out to try and find their next 'meal. The last time they had fed was a week ago and Scarlett was beginning to get very antsy and irritable, so Giselle didn't dare object to the suggestion of going out, scared as she was by the thought of seeing people and the thought of being seen.
The last time they had ventured out she had angered Scarlett by trying to stop her when she preyed on some homeless person they'd come across. She didn't want to see the death anymore so had tried to discourage Scarlett from doing anything to the defenceless man. He, of course, had only seen one solitary little girl muttering to herself, whose demeanour had changed so quickly that he didn't even have time to register it before she'd thrown him against the wall.
Giselle didn't remember anything else from that night other than the look of revulsion on Scarlett's face and although she had been forgiven now it wasn't something she wanted to see ever again, so she came with her 'twin', and together they sat in the darkness, watching, waiting.
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