Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jul 3, 2009 6:30:54 GMT 1
The ropes around her neck tightened and Sephora squirmed uncomfortably. “Yell that loudly again, you’ll never speak again, got it?” barked Silas, and since she actually liked her tongue in her mouth, she decided that it was best not to antagonize the situation… well, much more anyway.
She knew that he would have had memory loss of last night’s events - probably the reason why she wasn’t dead yet. He wouldn’t have bothered to tie her up if he knew exactly what she was with absolute certainty. Which left room for her to confuse him.
She watched with some sort of satisfaction that Silas was… not looking at all well. He was trembling and looked absolutely terrible. If it was her that had caused it, she might have felt sorry for him… aside from the fact that HE had her tied up on and bed and wasn’t letting her recover from the blood hangover that he had caused. She wasn’t even in the mood to consider that if she hadn’t decided that he was just too nice smelling to let pass by, she wouldn’t be in this mess. Besides, it was his fault for having such nice smelling blood.
“No games. What the hell happened last night?” demanded Silas, snapping her out of her meandering reasoning. “What do you think happened last night!” retorted Sephora angrily, “If you were so drunk that you can't remember, why the hell would you assume that I would?” It was a bluff, and a poor one at that. Her brain really just did not want to function at this stage, but hopefully Silas’s brain would be in even worse condition and that would be enough to get her out of hot water and let her SLEEP for Gods sake.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 3, 2009 6:32:19 GMT 1
“Bullshit,” Silas countered vehemently, “I wasn’t drunk.” It had been over a year since he’d consumed alcohol fast enough to give himself a backout, and besides, if that was the case he’d remember being intoxicated before the memory loss hit. This was something else. What the hell was she playing at?
That said, he probably should be focusing on that what the fuck he did remember from the night before aside from bringing her to a hotel room and having his hand broken. Until now he had avoided trying to recall any more details than necessary if only because trying to force himself to think was easier said than done at this point in time. The last thing he remembered was...? Sephora taking his wand. He had quickly run to retrieve it, and from there his recollections faded off into darkness.
Alright, his patience was practically running out now, assuming he ever had any to start with. He could make a solid guess of what had happened next and it wasn’t something he intended to let slide without due retribution. If he remembered correctly, Sephora had given him all the information he needed to know back at the Three Broomsticks: No family, no job, no lodging, not even any money.
If she was to disappear, who was going to fucking blink?
He hadn’t waged war with Dacian only to finally be gotten the better of by some bitch barely out of highschool. Then again, how many young adults spoke in such a ridiculously stilted manner, especially when supposedly pissed off? Again, how old was she? Never mind, not the point.
The point was, he could either tough this out, worm the information he wanted out of her then try and work out what to do with her, or he could send her to Hell, go home, swallow a zillion pills, have a nap, and go back to life as normal. Option B was definitely sounding one hell of a lot sweeter. It wasn’t as though killing vampires was exactly difficult when she was virtually gift-wrapped like this. Just a flick of the wrist and-
Wait.
No, something wasn’t adding up.
The steak. How many vampires could eat steak? But that-... It didn’t-... What was she exactly?
The uncertainty momentarily showed on Silas’s face before it faded, one side of his mouth then raising into a self-satisfied smirk. Actually, there was a very easy answer to that question.
“Hang on a second.” A powerful, burning light blasted from the end of Silas’s wand, smothering Sephora in a light like a bomb flash that didn’t fade for several seconds. Lumos Solem. Sunlight. The concept was simple: if she was a vampire, she burned to ash, and if not, nothing had been lost.
He could just as easily have asked her himself, but that would assume Silas was actually willing to believe a word out of her mouth.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jul 3, 2009 10:31:08 GMT 1
“Bullshit,” replied Silas, “I wasn’t drunk.” Sephora had to resist the urge to lift an eyebrow. He looked less than pleased. Actually, he looked down right pissed. Not that that was entirely surprising, considering what he had been going through, but really was all this necessary - at this hour? He could have been considerate and at least let her sleep for longer. It felt like someone was banging her on the head with a large, heavy, blunt object. She was less than impressed as well.
Forcing herself to focus rather than letting her mind wander, Sephora watched his face warily for any indication that he might be about to commit some sort of violent act of murder. She could always resort to emergency tactics and scream her head off. That ought to distract him. And probably make the whole situation worse unless someone came to her aid, but really, what was she going to do?
His facial expression was constantly changing, and obviously he was running something over and over in his head. Sephora watched through guarded eyes as it seemed that he had a eureka moment - his face a mask of confusion and indecision. For a moment Sephora thought that she may have finally convinced him to believe her blatant lie, when his face creased into a satisfied little smirk. Shit.
Sephora opened her mouth to scream at the top of her lungs when Silas said, “Hang on a second.” She closed her mouth again, confusion clouding her features. Was this some sort of clever ruse or had his brain come to the conclusion that she wasn’t a vampire and that he was making a huge mistake?
And then sudden light filled the room. And there was pain. And agony. At first it felt as though only her eyes were on fire. But then she realized that her whole body was on fire. It was like being thrown into a pit of flaming acid. She could see nothing and she could feel her skin burning under the intense light that she had viewed for only a second. It was torture; and she wanted to claw her eyes out, claw her heart out even - just to make the intense inferno stop. Sephora howled at the top of her lungs. Never before had she had a single more painful experience in her life. Perhaps this was death. For surly it outweighed and surpassed by far all of the other previous woes in her life.
But then, by some good grace, the light suddenly stopped and the torment was over. She took in several deep calming breaths before opening her eyes to the welcome darkness. Her rigid position relaxed as much as possible, but she hissed in more pain as some of the ropes rubbed against her bare skin. She looked down. Any exposed skin on her body was pink and raw; peeling in a way that only sunlight could truly manage. Her eyes stung like hundreds of tiny needles were being jabbed into them, although it was nothing compared to what she had just been forced to endure. And then she realized why she had been forced to go through that. Or more importantly, whom had made her. And she looked up at Silas with complete and utter loathing written in ever line of her body. Her upper lip curled into a somewhat feral sneer, and her body trembled with suppressed rage.
“Ouch.”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 9, 2009 8:52:56 GMT 1
Sephora’s shrieks again jack hammered their way into Silas’s skull. Every noise was being magnified by his oversensitive eardrums, so just because he had been expecting the shouts didn’t make them any less painful. Jesus fuck the girl had a pair of lungs on her.
Sephora was still there when he looked up again. A little worse for wear, but alive. Well, that answered that question. Sort of. Even if it had just eliminated one option and raised another bigger question.
Silas took a moment to survey the damage but didn’t lower his wand. You know, just in case. His trust level as far as Sephora was concerned was still an all out 0, even if she was currently tied up and apparently in a lot of pain. Dacian had quickly taught him there was no such thing as too much paranoia, courtesy of his snakelike ability to worm out of pretty much anything Silas had thrown at him until recently.
Sephora’s reaction to sunlight had hardly been pleasant and her body showed it. Strangely, there was no charring, no burning, and she certainly wasn’t dead. The slight knitting of his brows was the only inclination Silas gave of his continued uncertainty, but it was safe to say his mind would be working overtime if it were at all possible for his still somewhat woozy head to do so. She definitely drank blood, had above human strength and speed, had some sort of a reaction to sunlight, and if those weren’t fangs peeking out from underneath her lips while she sneered his eyesight was worse than he thought. But that just-
Wait a second.
Oh lord.
Silas’s entire stance changed. His face lit up in recognition and he smiled like he’d just learned the answer to a private joke. He should have guessed. Any fourty year old woman that had grown up as a teenager in the 90s could have told him what Sephora was without blinking. However, at that age he had probably been too busy trying to turn his mother’s pot-plants into bombs instead of sitting at the foot of the radio before bed, sighing dreamily at the dulcet tones of one Lorcan d’Eath; famous singer, and part-vampire. That was the way wasn’t it? It was always so obvious once you knew the answer.
Still. Just in case.
Silas readjusted his grip on his wand, his face slowly melding back to a look of impassivity as he spoke again. The trouble was that part-vampires were not his forte. They were rare enough that until now he’d forgotten they could even exist. In which case, better start from the top and work from there even if it might cause Sephora to think he was a little dense for asking obvious questions. Curiosity was starting to win out over his first impulse to just kill her, use a vanishing charm on the body then curl up and nap.
“So. What are you?”
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jul 15, 2009 5:45:28 GMT 1
Sephora continued to glare at Silas as he watched her; apparently somewhat confused. She was in too much pain to wonder why though just at the moment. Even glaring was agony. She was sure she felt her skin crunch when she tried to frown and lashed about in fury, only momentarily forgetting that immobility prevented her entire body from screaming obscenities at her. The ropes that had already been turning her skin red raw before now made her skin crack, bleed and sting. It took all of her precious remaining will power to stop moving again, and not scream in pain once more.
Sephora watched warily as Silas’s expression changed again. It looked as thought something about the situation amused him; how Sephora could not say. There was most definitely NOTHING amusing here.
“So. What are you?” asked Silas.
Sephora blinked. She would have pulled a disbelieving face as well, but figured that might cause too much pain. Was he serious or just playing some sort of silly prank on her? Or maybe he had short term memory loss. Well; she just hoped it was one of the latter two, because otherwise he was thicker than two short planks. Actually, probably thicker than two long planks, that question was so pointless and stupid. And he had made it pretty obvious that he knew what she was just a few minutes ago, so why was he asking this now?
“What the hell do you think I am?” she retorted, resisting the urge to speak very slowly incase he really was extremely dense. He had coped just fine last night; so maybe her saliva was still coming into play. “It is pretty obvious that I am a vampire. I thought you knew that already.”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 16, 2009 10:34:44 GMT 1
Evidently Silas found something Sephora said entertaining. With an amused “Heh,” he turned his attention back to the absinthe, his wand accidentally lowering its aim as he looked away from the girl to pick up the bottle. That, if anything, could be taken as a sign that his opinion of her danger rating had just dropped. Fucking headache. Was it just him or were his legs getting weaker by the second? One way to fix that, really. Once he was finished sculling another mouthful, Silas gave a satisfied grunt and put it back on the dresser, then leaning against it with his free hand to support his weight.
“Please, you’re as much a vampire as a tabby who thinks he’s a kneazle,” Silas contended, with a tone like someone sick of correcting a particularly slow child for the hundredth time. “So for both our sakes, don’t pretend to be tougher than what you are by lying to me, alright? You’re only lucky you’re not a true vampire or you’d have more than just bad sunburn to worry about. I can say that from experience.” Surely she couldn’t be that oblivious as to not know what she was. So, logically, it had to be an attempt at intimidation. ‘Vampire’ was certainly more threatening to hear than ‘half-vampire’ and it wasn’t like Sephora had a whole lot of other options right now. She was desperate now, in that case.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jul 16, 2009 10:55:38 GMT 1
Ok, so now she was starting to get really annoyed. What did he think was so funny? “Please, you’re as much a vampire as a tabby who thinks he’s a kneazle,” he said after taking another swig of that horrible alcohol that had undoubtedly gotten her drunk last night. This little game was starting to verge on stupid; Sephora knew what she was for goodness sake. You can’t go around drinking people’s blood for years and NOT think you’re a vampire. Along with the whole nocturnal habits and not to mention tha fangs. All of this was seriously making her head ten times worse. And what the fuck was a kneazle?
“So for both our sakes, don’t pretend to be tougher than what you are by lying to me, alright? You’re only lucky you’re not a true vampire or you’d have more than just bad sunburn to worry about. I can say that from experience,” continued Silas, and Sephora had tot stop herself from frowning again. His annoying, patronizing tone was making her unstable temper rise to the surface again, but she forced it out of the way because it almost sounded like he knew what he was talking about.
“Why would I bother lying at this point? I am tied up on a bed, covered in revolting sunburn and my fucking head feels like it is being bashed in thanks to you and your blood who managed to get me drunk last night!” said Sephora in a tired and somewhat confused voice. It felt as thought she was repeating herself. “What on earth do you mean by experience anyway?” She had never met another vampire before, but maybe Silas had. In which case he was pretty stupid not to spot her before she fed off him last night. Sure, he had been a little suspicious, but hadn’t accused or even attacked her, which seemed rather odd. If he had met vampires before then he would have known what to look for. So what was going on here?
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 17, 2009 7:32:02 GMT 1
Wait, he got her drunk? If the situation wasn’t so tense Silas would have laughed. Was that even possible? Served her fucking right in any case. That could have been a topic just on its own, but Sephora quickly blurted something out again, pulling his train of thought back onto the main issue at hand.
“What on earth do you mean by experience anyway?”
Fuck, maybe she really was that ignorant. That or she was just trying to drag the bluff out for as long as possible. “Vampires. Real ones. Fuck knows why but they’re attracted to me like moths to a bugzapper. You and your half-bred arse would be the third that’s come after me directly, and you know what, it’s starting to get old,” Silas growled, memories of Dacian and Cain drifting to mind and darkening his mood once more. True, Cain had his uses and had served his intended purpose, but dealing with the bastard had hardly been pleasant.
Most of the vampires around the place seemed involved with Dacian somehow actually, now that he thought about it. Might as well get that issue out of the way first. “If you’re after Dacian, too late, he’s gone and won’t be back for the foreseeable future. Sorry,” he sneered, sounding anything but.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jul 17, 2009 7:50:20 GMT 1
“Vampires. Real ones. Fuck knows why but they’re attracted to me like moths to a bugzapper. You and your half-bred arse would be the third that’s come after me directly, and you know what, it’s starting to get old,” sneered Silas, a black look passing over his face. Not that Sephora could be bothered to wonder about it right now; none of this information was adding up, as if her head didn’t hurt enough already. What did he mean real vampires? She was as real as they were going to get so maybe he was just trying to scare her.
“Don’t flatter yourself, I only went after you because I was starving and you were the best smelling meal around,” yawned Sephora as casually as she could, choosing to ignore any insults that Silas had thrown at her. “If you hadn’t come along, I probably would have satisfied myself with that bartender friend of yours.”
“If you’re after Dacian, too late, he’s gone and won’t be back for the foreseeable future. Sorry,” continued Silas, only succeeding in confusing Sephora more. She had never heard of the ‘Dacian’ before; the name meant nothing. It wasn’t like she socialized a lot, and she was obviously very new here, so she doubted that it was all that important. But there was an intense loathing that seeped out of the name when Silas said it that made her wonder… Damn, this was making her head ache. Sucking in a deep breath, Sephora made a visible effort to calm herself down. Being angry really wasn’t helping the situation.
“Alright,” sighed Sephora, looking up at the man who was currently holding her captive, “I don’t know what silly little game you’re playing at by insulting me like that, but it can end right now. I so do not need cryptic comments doing my head in right now. I haven’t ever even met another vampire, so stop blaming me for your problems. I have no idea who this ‘Dacian’ is either, and unless he is somehow important, I couldn’t really care less either.”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 17, 2009 13:10:59 GMT 1
“If you hadn’t come along, I probably would have satisfied myself with that bartender friend of yours,” said the girl, yawning loudly in a manner that Silas didn’t buy for a second as being genuine. When someone was tied up and complaining about being in pain, yawning boredly wasn’t something that featured on their to-do lists. It tended to take a back seat to, you know, being tied up and in pain.
Still, her statement actually elicited an amused reaction. “Please, the only thing you’ll get by that is gonorrhoea,” Silas replied without skipping a beat. If there was a shot at Ed to be taken, he was going there. Even though Edwards’s man-whoring ways might have calmed a bit by the inclusion of a girlfriend, evidence had proven she was not exactly the monogamous type. Between them they’d probably contracted every sexually transmitted disease on the planet then proceeded to share it.
“You want it straight?” he replied coldly to her little speech. “Fine, let me lay it out for you: You’re not a vampire, you’re a half-bred. If you don’t believe me, feel free to ask any of the real vampires in this God-forsaken village. Calling you what you are is not an insult. And, also, you currently are the cause of most of my problems, so excuse me if I’m a little bit snippy.” Silas countered, referring to, well, every shitty sensation he was feeling at the moment. On the plus side, the shakes and nausea had eased off so he no longer felt like he was going to throw up at any second. Pity the same couldn’t be said about the rest. You know, the light-headedness and the fatigue and the starvation and the headaches and the pain and all that. “Satisfied, Princess?”
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