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Post by caseymurphett on Feb 23, 2009 15:58:55 GMT 1
Casey Murphett was beginning to get thoroughly pissed off. He’d been stood out in the cold for nearly twenty minutes waiting for Jemma, and, evidently, she hadn’t shown up. They’d gone to do some Christmas shopping - or, rather, Jemma had been Christmas shopping, Casey had been ogling a load of new fabric they’d had in new at the Hogsmeade branch of Madame Malkins. He couldn’t really buy magical gifts for his family - as much as they accepted and encouraged him, what use would be something they couldn’t even use? He’d bought them magical gifts a few times, but after a teapot that changes colour for each day of the week, and self-cleaning socks, you begin to run out of ideas. Plus, Mike had always complained that the socks kept washing themselves when he was still wearing them, and he was always ending up with pruney toes.
Still, that didn’t stop him going shopping with Jemma - who in their right mind would turn down a chance to go shopping? - and it was a lucky coincidence that the new fabric had been delivered the day before. Unfortunately, however, Jemma’s interest in fabric extended only to “that’s pretty, can we go now?”, and she’d become very impatient when Casey had whipped out his sketchbook so he could get down a design that had suddenly popped into his head.
Unfortunately, though not unexpectedly, that lead to her confessing the real reason she’d wanted to come out to Hogsmeade - to meat Mark for a romantic stop in Madame Puddifoot’s. Any other time, Casey would probably have thrown a strop - why did she need to drag him out there if she was meeting Mark? - but that meant he had longer to look round all these new fabrics, so right then, he didn’t really mind. Jemma promised only to be about an hour, and if she wasn’t back in that time they could meet by the style into the western field at five, but the words were hardly out of her mouth before she’d zoomed out the door.
So by the time it got to twenty past five, Casey was ready to go without her. Why had she made him wait if she was just going to go off with Mark? Why had she even dragged him out in the first place! Outside the warm confines of the clothing store, Casey was a lot less forgiving. And it was ridiculous - how could someone who always wanted the latest clothes not care about fabric? Maybe boyfriends came before clothes. Or, he supposed, squirming at the thought, with boyfriends, clothes weren’t required.
A sudden drop of coldness on his cheek caught Casey by surprise, and as he looked up, a low groan escaped his lips. It was beginning to snow. Not that Casey had anything against snow, its was very pretty, and fun to jump around in for a time, but not when you’d been stood outside for ages and you already couldn’t feel your fingers. Plus, there was still a fair bit of snow on the ground from when it had fallen a few days ago, and he’d done more than enough snowman building then - he didn’t need any more! He was stood on the far edge of Hogsmeade as well - brilliant meeting place, Jemma! - so he’d have to walk all the way back through the village to get back to school. Night had fallen over half an hour ago, and now the snow was making it even harder to see; he’d probably fall over and hurt himself - or worse, look like a complete idiot.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Feb 24, 2009 0:59:08 GMT 1
So. Dacian. And Cassie. With little bit of Ed thrown in the middle.
What. The. HELL?
How exactly had she remained oblivious to this for so long?
Vivian’s brain felt like a Pot Puree. She’d been musing on the situation for at least ten minutes while aimlessly meandering around Hogsmeade and wondering if Dacian and that cheating moron Cassie had stopped arguing yet. Okay, yes, Ed wasn’t perfect, but Dacian? Maybe it was similar to not wanting to imagine your Dad with another woman, but picturing Dacian with anyone was just wrong.
But, those weren’t her only thoughts for the night. Vivian’s blood-flavoured lollypop was running out. It was the only thing that kept her sane on the brink of starvation, distracting her from the heartbeats, the salivation, the need to rip someone to shreds. It was worse now because she was hungry. Dacian had been meant to feed her before Cassie interrupted, and now here she was, alone, in a populated area, starving, without candy.
First she wanted to go back to the Hogs Head but Dacian and Cassie had moved somewhere, and before she could enter she remembered the Hog was full of warm, blood-filled bodies. Bad. Very bad. She had to find Dacian, but where the hell was he?
Hogsmeade was empty now, for the most part, and Vivian thanked the Lord for it. But time kept ticking, desperation kept rising.
There it was. A steady, repetitive, Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
She froze. Oh shit.
She wanted to turn, to walk away, find somewhere else, but Vivian noticed she was already walking in the direction of the noise, and she didn’t want to stop. It was like being drawn by the Pied Piper. There was someone there on the end of the street. A boy, about her height. It looked like a student. Jesus, shit, fuck. Vivian was not a swearer, but this was extremely frigging warranted.
Still, if she could just... just reign in her head for a second... ask where Dacian was...
BA-BUMP. BA BUMP.
FOCUS!
It looked like Casey Murphett. Oh that wasn’t fair. He was nice. They had never been tight, but he was nice. Vivian’s stomach was writing with guilt already, even though she hadn’t even done anything. Her face was screwed up like she scared and either hurt or constipated. Okay. She could work through this. It was practice, right? Just practice on self control. Oh how she needed a blood flavoured lollypop. Just concentrate on finding Dacian and don’t get too close.
”Um, Casey? Haff you... haff you... seen somevun? A man, a little taller zhan us, um, brown hair? Valking around?”
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Post by caseymurphett on Feb 25, 2009 2:47:28 GMT 1
It was safe to say that Casey had gone through beginning to get thoroughly pissed of and had actually arrived. The snow was coming down in full force now, making him feel like he was looking at everything through a thick blue-ish grey gauze. But that wasn’t really the problem - aside from the fact that it would make it interesting for him trying to get back to the castle - it was more the fact he was bloody freezing. His outfit hadn’t exactly accommodated for the weather taking such a turn for the worse, although his fingerless gloves did look astoundingly stylish.
And, even worse, he just knew it was going to make his hair go frizzy. So not what he needed.
He was just about to run and leave when he noticed someone walking towards him through the steadily worsening weather. Perhaps it was Jemma, finally turning up. Casey had already mentally prepared a huge long rant for her - the frizziness of his hair being the focal point of said rant - and was gearing himself up to let it loose when he realised, on closer inspection, that it wasn’t Jemma at all. It was Vivian Wazzasomethingorotherthathecouldn’tpronounce, the Russian girl who’d mysteriously dropped out of school. Of course, everyone said that it was form some out of school study time or something like that, but Casey didn’t believe a word of it. If someone left school, it had to be something juicy like pregnancy or rehab or a sudden inheritance of a massive fortune - out of school study was just too boring to be true.
Casey had spoken to Vivian a few times in the past. They’d been in the same house and year, but she’d generally kept herself to herself. Of course, that didn’t stop him from launching himself into a conversation with her every now and then, but they were hardly what you’d call friends. That was, until Viv had done something scandalous like have an affair with a teacher or do one of the unforgivable curses on someone pet cat - now, as far as Casey was concerned - he was going to be her best friend until he found out what it was.
“Hi Viv!” He yelled, only half hearing what she was saying as he bounded through the snow towards her and pulled her into a hug “Nope, you’re the first person I’ve seen in aaaaages - I was meant to be meeting Jemma here but she totally ditched me for Mark. Seriously, friends who have boyfriends suck. Eww, no, that was so not the best thing to say. Anyway!” He continued, pausing to take a breath “How are you? It’s been so long! How’s this study program you’re on? Lemmi just ask - you’re not secretly pregnant are you? I wouldn’t tell anyone, promise.” Casey gave Vivian a huge grin. Gossip like this was so worth getting frizzy hair for.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Feb 25, 2009 10:46:49 GMT 1
Shit, he was getting closer. Vivian felt herself seize up, silently wishing the boy to just turn around and walk away. Was this what a drug addict felt like? Wanting something so badly while all the rest screamed to turn away but unable to listen because the want, the need, was so overpowering? Did that even make sense? If Vivian still needed air to breathe she would have noticed she’d stopped a minute ago.
Most of what Casey was saying was drowned out by the pounding of his heart. Memories of Dacian’s lessons on the locations of major veins and arteries were coming back into her head and she mentally traced the locations of his jugular vein and carotid artery, eyes wide. She swore she could hear the blood rushing through them, but look of discomfort could easily be imagined as horror or embarrassment at having her ‘secret’ caught out.
Without thinking Vivian clutched onto his shoulder for support, practically digging her nails into his clothing. She looked like she was about to collapse, with her head suddenly down and face obscured by a curtain of hair. What was actually going on was a vicious internal battle she was quickly losing. It had been the same with Connery after he’d walked into the room when she had freshly turned, only this time she could feel herself slipping. A guttural growl escaped from her lips and she felt herself snarling.
Any second...
”Casey... run.”
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Post by caseymurphett on Feb 26, 2009 0:59:43 GMT 1
It struck Casey that Viv didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic bout their reunion. Okay, so they hadn’t been the best of friends, but of she was locked up in some creepy wizard convent waiting to give birth to her illegitimate love child - or on some kind of study leave - surely she would welcome a familiar face and a chance to socialise with someone who wasn’t a nun/tutor? If it was him he’d be beating down the door trying to escape - not that he was likely to be having an illegitimate lovechild any time soon, or ever, really.
And she was pulling a really weird face. Casey’s brow creased in a frown as he looked at the Russian girl in front of him “Are you alright?” He asked, genuine concern colouring his voice. Maybe the baby was kicking, or she was going into labour, or something even less plausible. Whatever it was, Vivian didn’t look good, and gossip aside, Casey was beginning to get rather worried about her.
The next moment Viv’s had shot out freakishly fast and clutched at his shoulder, her fingers almost painful as they dug into his skin through the insufficient clothing he had on - another reason he should have put a coat on before he left, although in his defence, he hadn’t expected to be grabbed by crazy pregnant women, though the weather should have been reason enough, and would have saved his shoulder from the nasty bruise he expected he’d have.
“Viv?” He asked nervously - she was really beginning to freak him out. Strange noises were coming from her throat, and he couldn’t quite tell if they were sounds of pain, annoyance, or any other emotion under the sun. He was beginning to wonder if something a bit stranger than pregnancy was going on here, but he really didn’t have tome to be thinking about gossip with a girl half collapsed and clinging to him for what felt like dear life.
“Casey...Run”
Well that threw a spanner in the works. What on earth did she mean by that? Well, she meant him to run, of course, but why? “Err, I’m not sure it would be a good idea to leave you like this.” He said, slightly nervously - what the hell was going on?
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Feb 26, 2009 12:27:24 GMT 1
It was a pity Vivian couldn’t read minds, she could have done with a good laugh at the conclusions Casey had come to about her disappearance. As long as he wasn’t spreading them around the school she might have actually encouraged them. As it stood, having a nice conversation with Casey was waaay down on her list of priorities, having been taken over by a rapidly failing attempt to resist the urge to turn Casey into mince.
3... 2... 1.
Snap.
With an inhumane snarl, teeth bared, Vivian lunged at and attempted to grab and sink her teeth into Casey’s... wrist?
All that time refusing to learn to bite throats and solely feeding from Dacian’s wrist evidently had some unforseen side-effects. The veins and muscular structure of the wrist she knew, it was what she was familiar with and it was evidently enough to overpower the usual instinct merely to rip his neck to pieces. If she had of been thinking straight she might have been amused to think of Dacian’s look of disappointment that his project was doing it wrong.
It wasn’t quite the same as when she had mindlessly attacked Adrian. Then she had no control of herself, no choice, now she was fully aware of what was happening, she was just unwilling to stop. There was a reason the neck was a better target; less opportunity for the victim to smash you in the face, poke your eye out with a wand, and less distance for the sedative to travel to the brain.
That, however, was the last thing on her mind.
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Post by caseymurphett on Feb 26, 2009 14:55:58 GMT 1
If Casey had thought Viv’s strange growling disconcerting, it was nothing compared to the sudden silence she’s fallen into. Even of she had been telling him to run, conversation was definitely preferable to this. “Viv?” He tried again, his voice barely above a frightened whisper this time. Maybe her waters were breaking or something – Casey was really beginning to hope she was pregnant; the “or something” was sounding scarier by the moment.
And apparently Casey had every right to be scared, because the next moment Vivian was roaring like a wild thing and lunging at him. He had no time to react, save for the automatic widening of his eyes, before she was sinking her teeth into the exposed flesh of his wrist.
Casey screamed.
Staggering backwards, he tried to shake the crazed girl off, waving his arm about as if his life depended on it – and for all he knew, it did. Well, she’s probably not pregnant, Casey managed to think, through the dizzying pain that was shooting up his arm. At first it was just shock that had gripped him, now he was more than aware of the teeth that had just sliced through his flesh, and had doubtless left a huge gaping wound. Only, he couldn’t see the blood because Viv was-
Oh God.
His arm spasmed again, this time involuntarily, and he squirmed as hard as he could to get away from the monster that was drinking his blood. He was screaming again, though he was only faintly aware of it. This was insane. It couldn’t really be happening, could it? He could have easily thought it hallucinations brought on by pneumonia, if his arm wasn’t screaming out in pain.
[OOC - bleh >.< sorry it's horrible, I'm on the library computer and everyone is talking and I can't concentrate T_T I want my lappy back D=]
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Lenora
Retired Character
Vampire
I DUNT BITE KIDZ
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Post by Lenora on Feb 28, 2009 1:04:33 GMT 1
Being forced into Scotland in winter had never been a part of Lenora Fletcher’s plan. It was cold and it was snowy. Not that she could feel the lack of heat but she sure as hell didn’t like the snow. It ruined her shoes and got her clothing damp. Not something she enjoyed – the feeling of wet material clinging to her skin.
But if it was going to keep the hunters off her back she would go.
She knew of the wizarding only community that was situated somewhere in the confines of the hills and mountains of Scotland. So that is where she had decided she was headed. Wizards, although not fully accepting of vampires were less likely to turn on them than humans were. And most of them were idiots who allowed themselves to get eaten. Some Muggles were more astute.
It had taken her days, or rather nights, of hailing taxis and catching different buses but she had finally found it.
Walking down a lane in the pitch darkness of the night she came across a sign. ‘Hogsmeade’ one arrow read, the other ‘Hogwarts’, she smiled to herself, ”At last!” Picking up her bag from the floor once again she started up on her final descent to the village.
It was dark, but not dark enough for her keen senses to not pick up on the boy and girl that littered her path. She stood back in the shadows watching them. She could hear what they were saying, and soon caught on that it would be in the male’s best interest to run back to his school. Now.
She saw the girl lunge for the boy’s wrist, sinking her teeth into it. She couldn’t help herself but laugh, was this girl an idiot or just new at it all? Those thoughts soon replaced with ‘They’re just children’. That’s when she made her move, rapidly making her way out of the shadows and towards the pair.
She may have been small, but being a vampire certainly helped when it came to ripping the taller boy away from the other blood-inclined female. Wrenching his wrist from the girl’s mouth was an easy task, even if she did unintentionally rip the flesh that the girl’s teeth had been buried into, ”Make haste!” she ordered, looking up at the funny haired boy with a glare on her features.
Looking at the young vampire, she sighed to herself. So young. She had never agreed with eating youngsters and she sure as hell wasn’t about to start approving of it now. Even if she was a teenager herself that didn’t give this girl the right to start feeding from others.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Feb 28, 2009 3:11:51 GMT 1
Well, human wrists were certainly different. Vivian almost had to do a double take. With Dacian his blood was half coagulated and languid, it literally was ‘blood sucking’ because the stuff had more or less stagnated there sitting in his veins and needed to be drawn out. With Casey, the second her teeth sunk through the flesh blood had already flown into her mouth like a rushing tide of a burst dam. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, it made the job a lot easier as she just had to cling on and swallow. It was the clinging on that was the hard part, considering as Casey kept thrashing like a grounded salmon.
Vivian barely had enough time to drink enough to put a curb on her hunger before someone else was grabbing into her meal and pulling it away. Vivian gave a volatile sounding hiss and tried to bite down stubbornly to hold onto it, leaving two serious gashes in Casey’s wrist to take home as souvenir. Strong as Vivian was even as a changeling and the eight inch difference in height, she had absolutely nothing on that old a vampire.
Still, the relatively decent 450ml she’d been able to snatch before the interruption was enough to prevent Vivian attempting to leapfrog Lenora and resume the attack. Ow. How the heck did the world get so bright? Her pupils had completely dilated while drinking. At once her senses had become sharpened and dulled, or they’d improved and she’d just lost the ability to process it. Vivian wasn’t entirely sure. Everything felt like a mess. The girl almost stumbled and gripped her head as though to steady the spinning world. Wow. Actual human blood was... different. Maybe you just needed to get used to it, like a strong alcohol?
Human blood.
Oh shit.
An expression of absolute horror on her face she looked up slowly. There was Casey, the wrist, the blood with that alluring metallic scent...
Oh God.
Just like after she had drunk blood for the first time, Vivian now felt the powerful urge to throw up. Munching on Dacian was all well and good, but she’d just attacked... could have killed... it washuman blood...
Oh God...
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Post by caseymurphett on Mar 3, 2009 19:45:15 GMT 1
Casey was still screaming. He’d never had a very high pain tolerance, and the worst he usually got as a few bumps and scrapes from minor every day accidents. He’d once cut his finger on a knife whilst making fruit salad at primary school, but even that hadn’t needed anything more than a few steri-strips. This was a whole new world of pain. He felt like his wrist was on fire, yet ice cold at the same time. It was almost so painful he couldn’t feel it - almost, but not quite. It was like the pain was taking over, blacking out everything else; maybe this was dieing.
And then it was suddenly worse, deeper, and it felt like something had snapped. He let out another strangled cry, louder this time, of that was possible, and suddenly the burning, ice-cold heat of his wounded wrist was free, exposed to the moist, wet air, and he was stumbling backwards.
He might have fallen over, he wasn’t sure. He was cold all over, but that could well be from blood loss rather than landing in a pile of snow. Even if his wrist was now free from the vampiric mouth that had until so recently been clamped over it, that did noting to staunch the flow of blood. In fact, he might be bleeding out even more now, especially as Vivan had just cut him two more extra deep gashes.
Not that he was consciously aware of these things. He wasn’t screaming any more, but sounds were coming out of his mouth, mirroring the blood that was pumping itself out of his arm. He hardly even noticed that there was another person in there midst now. He thought this newcomer might have said something to him, but he couldn’t quite tell. She was short and blonde - maybe she was an angle come to escort him to heaven, because the amount of pain he was in, he was surely going to die.
[OOC - blah, sorry its crap >.<]
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