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Post by Rachel Stryker on Feb 27, 2011 2:26:20 GMT -5
.x. .x. Rachel Jane Stryker Madness is a Nuisance, and No One is Immune Your Sister, Mum or Daughter may Become a Raving Loon
There was a lot that Rachel longed for. Blood, safety; these were the things she missed the most. But also, having a comfortable place to sleep and not having her eyes half-close while she was laying in a tree. Yes, Rachel found it that easy to fall asleep. After thirty-two hours awake, it wasn't hard; she was afraid of sleeping lately, fearing that during the hours she spent in slumber her life could take a turn for the worse. Her half-asleep eyes blankly stared at the fading horizon, fingers idlyly shredding the leaves of the branch below her. Air was withheld and released only through an unconscious need to do so, and so no scents were carried with the breath.
Rachel dreamed of many things... Yet she watched as the sun set, half-lucid thoughts ran through her head. Memories - whether real or not, she cared not to verify - danced, keeping her in that place between awake and asleep. No, she told herself, snapping her eyes open again as they fell closed. She didn't need sleep. She did not need sleep. And yet, she remembered so well what it was like not to need to care about sleeping; the thought overtook her tired mind, and she remembered how when she was a child, how she would sometimes be sung to sleep. She could almost, in her tired stupor, hear the sound of her father singing. A quiet song, the words to which she knew by heart. She would know the sound anywhere...
Rachel didn't notice when she'd drifted into a light sleep. All she knew was that it was peaceful. Her eyes were closed. Her mind had stopped shredding leaves, and her body fell slightly limp. The wind began to pick through her hair, tangling it playfully with the green shards her fingers had left on the ground. With nothing but the scent to tell her apart, any human might panic upon finding the hybrid - who was hardly dressed for such an occasion - up a tree in the middle of the night.
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Post by Kyri Schwartz on Feb 27, 2011 21:49:57 GMT -5
Kyri was still not entirely use to the way things where now. She did not know how she felt about being a vampire, hell she could hardly pronounce it the proper way, at least according to bloody English speakers. The thought of it made her snort, one of the reasons she missed Germany was that she sounded normal there. She had sounded a bit more normal in Australia, it was a little odd that you could basically spit in any directing and land within 10 feet of someone that could speak German.
Shaking off the though she concentrated on her main task. She was trying to get away from the town, from people to be specific. She refused to bite a human; it was just against her in every way that it could be. She wanted to get as far away from anything with a pulse, maybe find a place way up north where it was dark most of the year and she could suck on some penguins. All she knew was she was almost to distraught to do most but head in a general north direction, hoping not to find any humans. She had recently fed about an hour ago, and was not too hungry but she did not trust herself at all.
The thing that stopped her from her track was an odd smell. It smelled like human and vampire all mixed together. It was not as tasty smelling as human, but not as vampy smelling. Looking around it did not take her long for her bright red eyes the land on what the smell was. It was a girl in a tree. She did not look human, but she was no vampire she could hear and smell the blood pumping in the girl’s vanes. Cutting off her air supply she studied the girl, trying to understand what the hell she was and what the fuck she was doing in a bloody tree.
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Post by Rachel Stryker on Mar 1, 2011 0:45:44 GMT -5
.x. .x. Rachel Jane Stryker Madness is a Nuisance, and No One is Immune Your Sister, Mum or Daughter may Become a Raving Loon
But that was the thing about falling asleep in a tree: you never quite knew where you might wake. It wasn't the most steady place for even a hybrid to rest her head... Yet, even as she fell, Rachel didn't wake up until her body struck the ground and a brown smudge painted her left cheek. As her eyes shot open her systems immediately shot into violent action. As well as inhaling a good deal of mud and other debris from the ground, she found the dreaded scent. Vampire. But this time, there was no feeling of unease to warn her, and that only scared Rachel more. Perhaps her senses were off... Perhaps she was getting lazy, and wasn't checking for vampires as thoroughly as she used to. Perhaps she should sleep more...
Rachel barely had time to pull herself from the ground before she smelled the vampire. How had she allowed herself to fall asleep? Rachel stood quickly, jumping back and trying to, straight away, put as much space between her and the vampire as she possibly could in the moment. "Bloody vampire," she muttered to herself, keeping her own eyes on the creature's red ones. To Rachel, vampires were just animals, particularly those with red eyes... But when she could perhaps find some kind of company in them, she didn't want to be too quick to kill this one. But the girl was thin, and Rachel could tell by her looks that she could be trouble...
But while the fact that the vampire wasn't trying to kill her didn't exactly surprise Rachel - she'd spent half a year with the Volturi - the fact that the girl wasn't breathing did. Most vampires did not seem to realise just how easy it was to resist the feeding instinct, particularly if they were recently fed like this girl.
"Who are you?" It was always the first question. Rachel reached to her face, wiping the mud away and flicking it onto the ground; she didn't stop to check the menacing look on her own face. "And I'll ask the questions."
While Rachel did not want to underestimate an opponent, it was always a good sign when she saw a far-too-thin, looks-like-a-puppy-that-just-got-kicked kind of vampire. They were easy to kill... The hardest part would be finding a source if ignition to finish the job.
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Post by Kyri Schwartz on Mar 25, 2011 21:28:52 GMT -5
Watching the girl teetering back and forth for a moment Kyri cocked her head, it was only a matter of time before she fell. The second she though it though she fell flat on her face. It looked like she was still asleep fro a moment though. When she sputtered to like like a fish on land Kyri jumped a little, but still held her breath. it was a bit surprising. She felt half like laughing and half like heading for the hills. She could see that the girl wasn't vampire, at least not like she was. She could clearly see blue eyes, that looked rather similar to her old eyes, and she could also see the flush in the girls face. Taking a few steps back Kyri studied her, looking somewhat like a confused dog with the way her head was tilted.
When the girl spoke Kyri jumped again, not looking somewhat between a kicked dog and a dear in the head lights. "Kyri Schwartz." she replied to the question automatically. She did not want to risk speaking to much, the girl scared her. When the dark haired girl said that she was gonna be the one asking questions Kyri nodded, and tried to stop the slight shaking in her arms and legs. She was fighting the instinct to run as far from the girl as she could, but she was also curios. The girl might not kill her... maybe. Looking at the girl she noticed that she noticed that the girl was a good few inches shorter than her, but still had the look that told you she could kill you in five ways just using her little finger alone. Maybe Kyri had been watching to much NCIS when she was a human, but she had a feeling that this girl probably could kill you with only he little finger.
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Post by Rachel Stryker on Mar 25, 2011 23:04:40 GMT -5
.x. .x. Rachel Jane Stryker Madness is a Nuisance, and No One is Immune Your Sister, Mum or Daughter may Become a Raving Loon
Schwartz... The name was subtly familiar, but not to the point where Rachel could be bothered considering the meaning behind it. She knew it was German for black, but her mind didn't even bother to pick up the irony in that. She was too busy concentrating on one, staying alive and two, stopping this vampire from going and blabbing about what Rachel was to every ghost and werewolf she happened to meet. That's when she noticed that Kyri was shaking. A vampire had to be seriously shit-scared to shake, and Rachel was fairly sure that was the case. But not entirely sure, and thus it wasn't enough to have her let her guard down. One could never be too careful around these bloodsuckers. Rachel went over a list in her head of things she knew: The vampire had red eyes. The vampire was young, physically - perhaps her age.. Her name was Kyri Schwartz. She was probably still a newborn, given the way that she seemed to have so little control over where she was or what she was doing. Another reason to be careful of her...
"How did you get here? Who turned you?"
Moving close to this Kyri, she wished in just a moment for a few inches of height. It was difficult to intimidate people when you were shorter than them, and when you had blood running through her veins. Leaping upwards, she climbed into the branches of another tree, staring down in an animalistic fashion at the vampire below her.
"Where are they, your sire? Someone had to have created you..."
And when she was done here, she'd get the hell away from this place. It would be best to stay away from wherever there could be vampires. Balancing precariously on the branch, Rachel awaited at least some kind of answer to come from the shaking mess of a vampire.
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