Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jul 17, 2009 13:36:41 GMT 1
“You want it straight?” replied Silas, “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.”
Well, that was pretty much a very rude awakening. It also sort of made sense. Why had no one ever told her this before? She had to admit she was a little stunned. Growing up with her muggle aunt had left her to basically guess about what she was and do the best that she could. No one could really blame her for not knowing that she was a full-vampire. Come on, all of the signs had pointed in that direction. There were still a few questions that remained however, one of them being; how on earth did she manage to be a half-vampire?
“Satisfied, Princess?” sneered Silas, once again snapping her from her train of thought and mildly annoying her at the same time. He really did have a bad habit of doing that. Oh well, since he claimed to have so much expertise in the area of vampires, she would probably be able to question him on that later. Right now she really did have far more immediate concerns.
“You can let me out of these ropes you know,” said Sephora dryly, “If I had wanted to kill you, I had many numerous opportunities in which to do it before. Why would I bother wait until now?” She really, really badly wanted to find a) a glass of water, b) a tub of moisturizer and if she was lucky c) lots and lots of ice. None of those three things were possible right now though, because she was still all tied up, and that needed to be rectified. Preferably, immediately.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 18, 2009 12:20:56 GMT 1
The girl was quiet for a moment. So either she was churning over his last words in her head or plotting something. Regardless, Silas decided to abuse the momentary lapse in conversation to put some more booze in his system. His withdrawal symptoms had faded by now, but as he was still starving his brain was beginning to mix up the ‘food’ and ‘alcohol’ signals. How much had he had already? Fuck if he cared. He took another drink and stopped only when Sephora started talking again.
Let her go? Oh sure, because there was no way that could backfire. She might not have wanted to kill him before but things were a little different since then. You know, with the tying up and the attempted murder thing. Well, she didn’t seem aware that the sunlight spell had been attempted murder, but the point still stood.
... Then again. ‘Lumos Solem’ had fulfilled a purpose anyway. Her skin looked like any sharp movement or friction would cause considerable discomfort. Even if she did want him dead now, that was going to slow her up, and he had more than enough spells in his arsenal to stop her before she got too close. If anti-vampire spells like ‘Lumos Solem’ half worked on her, logically the opposite must be true as well. A solidly cast ‘Stupefy’ would probably get the job done even if she might take less time to wake up than a normal person.
“Fine,” Silas eventually agreed unenthusiastically. The ropes around Sephora’s body went slack, and then disappeared as though being burned from both ends by a heatless, invisible fire. Despite the muscular aches now starting to weigh on his left arm, Silas didn’t lower his wand. Trust Level: only 0.5%
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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 18, 2009 12:51:49 GMT 1
“Fine,” sighed Silas, and Sephora felt intense relief when the ropes holding her loosened and then disappeared. “Thank god,” she whispered to herself, checking the damage that he had caused. She had to admit, it didn’t look good. The ropes had most definitely made it worse, and she was probably going to look like a badly baked potato for at least a week. Longer if she couldn’t find some moisturizer. So without another thought she got up to head for the bathroom.
Only problem was that Sephora had forgotten her hangover. If it had been bad while she was lying in bed, it was at least ten times worse now. Her world spun and she had to cling to the bed post just to stay up right. Getting out of bed that fast was apparently not a very good idea. Neither was moving; every twitch felt like flames were covering her, but that was just going to have to be endured if it was going to be soothed any time soon.
Once she regained her balance again, she made a move for the bathroom a second time, completely ignoring Silas and all of the things he had done to her. Which was probably lucky for both of them, but right now, Sephora cared most about getting herself fixed up. And getting rid of all this pain. If this hotel didn’t have some kind of cream that she could use on her skin, she was going to have to sue someone. After she had recovered of course. Damn it, it was even worse in the full length mirror.
“You really know how to wreck someone’s appearance don’t you?” called out Sephora in dismay, while searching through the cupboards above the sink for something to relieve the stinging pain that was burning over her whole body. Was that some kind of intense sunlight spell or something? She hadn’t been this sun burnt… well ever. And she grew up in Australia for god’s sake. What was this? Not funny, that’s for sure.
Bingo. Finally, Sephora resurfaced triumphantly holding a small bottle labeled ‘Sorbolene Cream’. About time too. Wasting no time, she unscrewed the lid and basically began covering every exposed bit of skin in it. The effect was immediate and so pleasant, it actually made her stop for a moment just to let the cool feeling sink in. Much better. With the first problem solved, for now anyway, it was on to the second; her splitting headache.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 18, 2009 17:06:59 GMT 1
Once Sephora was off the bed Silas’s wand finally dropped to his side, although he kept an eye on her until she was out of sight. By the looks of it, the girl wasn’t feeling much better than he did, but for the life of him he couldn’t imagine why. Something about a hangover or some bullshit. Come on, he couldn’t have that much alcohol in his system could he? Or maybe he could. Silas usually made a point to not think about the ramifications of his drinking behaviour. It was easier that way.
With Sephoraout of the way as a distraction, the full weight of his combined symptoms was starting to press on him once more. Oh fuck, the rest of the day was going to be hell. To make it worse it seemed no matter how much he drank, his mouth was still impossibly dry. Silas took another drink of the alcohol in a vain attempt to correct it, unable to resist shutting his eyes for a second due to the fatigue, but it backfired when it only made his headache more prominent. Damnit.
Still, he shouldn’t let it get control of his common sense. There was still a vampi- ... half-vampire in the bathroom that couldn’t be ignored just because she wasn’t visible. It took him a little longer than usual to remember the correct incantation (thinking conscious thoughts was still rather taxing), but eventually he managed to cast a spell on the entire hotel room which would inform him if she tried to sneak through the doorway while his back was turned, or, who knows, tried to escape through the window or something.
“You really know how to wreck someone’s appearance don’t you?” came Sephora’s voice from the bathroom.
Images of Dacian’s burnt and charred flesh immediately came to mind. “I’ve had practice,” Silas replied cryptically, on cue recalling his own appearance and giving a glance into the mirror on the opposite side of the room. Sephora looked a bit worse than he did now, but he was still wearing the distinctive sort of ‘slept drunk in the gutter’ look, and the colour didn’t seem to want to return to his drained face. That had be the work of the blood loss then. Was it even possible to get his hands on a blood-replenishing potion without people asking strange questions? Either way, he needed a shower at least if he wanted to look presentable. Still, in absence of that perhaps he could do something about the dried blood?
Before walking to the mirror, Silas attempted to put the bottle of absinthe back on the dresser. Key word being ‘attempted’. Somehow due to his current state, his hand knocked it and with a dull thud and an “Arghfuck!” from Silas, the bottle fell, spilling its contents all over the polished wood and onto the carpet.
God fucking damnit! Today was just intent on screwing him over. Cue the sharp stab of headache pain.
Fuck it. There’d be more downstairs, surely. Or at home. Goddamn ‘family friendly’ hotels and their lack of minibars.
Giving up, Silas cleaned up the mess with a quick vanishing charm, which also succeeded in reminding him that large, sweeping wand movements tended to be unadvisable when something had slammed into your chest the night before. Ow.
With a disgruntled sigh he moved back to the couch and sunk back onto it in a sitting position, resting his elbow on the armrest and cradling his forehead. The act of being seated caused his body to decide to remind him he still needed sleep, immediately besetting him with a wave of drowsiness and Silas couldn’t help but close his eyes for a minute.
Didn’t matter. The spell would tell him when she came back in.
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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 19, 2009 10:51:45 GMT 1
Sephora breezed into the room in considerably less pain than what she had left it in. But impossible as it seemed, her skin was soaking the globs of cream up like a sponge and she had run out. Which was a problem; since she probably needed a whole bathtub full of the stuff to get rid of all this pain.
The first thing she noticed was that Silas had moved and she instinctively tensed; just incase he decided to attack her or something. No he was napping on the couch. What a shame she didn’t have a camera with her. Still; it wasn’t like the moment lasted long though, since he sat up straight and eyed her warily; which was completely unnecessary. She really had meant it when she said that she didn’t want to kill him. Which was odd; usually she didn’t really care less whether guys lived or died. He was just lucky that he had made an impression on her before he tied her up.
Aha. There was the fridge, and it had a freezer. Completely forgetting about Silas again, she homed in on it like a bee to its hive and yanked open the door with undue force. The cool air that poured out was welcome, but only disappointment awaited her. The ice cube tray was empty.
Slamming the door close in annoyance she began opening ever cupboard over the sink in search of a cup that she could use. She really wanted a drink of water. Finally finding a mug stashed in the bottom of a draw she promptly poured herself a glass of water straight form the tap. It tasted terrible; bad enough to make her grimace, but she knew it would ease her headache so she swallowed it disdainfully.
She tried to forget about the horrible after-taste by thinking about something that did taste nice and her thoughts immediately drifted to Silas’s blood. How on earth could she possibly be hungry after last night? Damn she hated her stomach! And now she was actually salivating. Seriously; was this hangover not enough to deter her from his blood? Apparently not; because now that her brain wasn’t focusing on pain, she immediately noticed that there was blood pretty much everywhere. And on him; she could smell it. Damn; why did the world’s worst alcoholic have to smell and taste so good?
All these thoughts about yummy things had only succeeded in making the water taste worse, so after glaring at it for a second, she promptly tipped whatever remained down the sink. Moodily, she flounced over to the bed again and sat down. Ow. The cream had disappeared! And there was none left in the bottle either! Thinking hard for a second while ignoring her still throbbing head, she tried to think of a way of getting more stuff for her skin. Wizards could do pretty much everything with those twigs of theirs couldn’t they? Maybe Silas could conjure her up another bottle or something. That was if he could even think straight. He looked terrible in a different way to her; kind of more wasted and stoned than burnt and crispy.
“Hey, you wouldn’t be able to get me another bottle of this would you?” asked Sephora, desperate enough to ask for help. She didn;t like showing weakness, but was really past caring at this point. If she wanted to feel better and get some well needed sleep, she was going to have to not be in agony. “Maybe make that three bottles?”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 20, 2009 12:21:14 GMT 1
Ergh, it was annoying how when you were tired anything even vaguely comfortable felt like a good sleeping surface. If Sephora didn’t come back soon Silas was going to find himself drifting off despite the annoying ache from the back of his neck. Thankfully it didn’t take her too long to return. The combination of bare feet and carpet meant that if it wasn’t for the spell Silas wouldn’t even have realised she’d entered the room, and upon becoming aware of her presence he opened his eyes again and moved his hand from his forehead back onto the arm rest.
What was she after? The fridge? Silas was about to ask if there was anything alcoholic in there before he remembered that as a family hotel, that was highly unlikely. Damnit.
After a drink of water, Sephora sat back on the bed and Silas’s wariness started fading. It seemed they were at least pretending to be civil to each other for the time being. Fine, if that’s what she wanted to do, he could follow her lead for now. It wasn’t like he was physically up for a long confrontation at the moment anyway. (That would have to wait.) Of course, if he had of known she was still considering him as a meal, he might have prioritised differently.
Deciding he might as well settle in, Silas adjusted his position and swung both legs onto the couch, folding both arms over his stomach and resting his back against the armrest. Holding his head up was more of a challenge than it should be, but he wasn’t going to relax just yet.
What was Missy there doing with the cream out of the bathroom?
“Hey, you wouldn’t be able to get me another bottle of this would you?” asked Sephora, answering his question for him. Silas felt this teeth clench.
Oh sure, because it wasn’t enough that she’d attacked him and drained a good deal of his blood, without permission, in the hotel HE was paying for, and currently using the bed that was technically his. Now she wanted to turn him into an errand-boy?
“Maybe make that three bottles?”
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Silas sighed, keeping his thoughts to himself. Never mind, there ought to be a way to turn the situation around into an advantage. With a look of practiced neutrality that didn’t betray his malcontent, he gave her a swift nod and uncrossed his arms. “Toss it here.”
And now that he thought about it...
“Any idea what time it is?”
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jul 22, 2009 10:16:02 GMT 1
“Toss it here.” replied Silas in a slightly tired tone and Sephora didn’t waste any time in flinging it in his direction. Already that unpleasant crackly sensation was returning, and she had no wish to feel as bad as she had about five minutes ago.
“Any idea what time it is?” inquired Silas, and she shrugged in response. She hadn’t really given a second thought to what time it was; but she guessed it was probably dawn or something similar, since she was starting to feel seriously tired. Wincing slightly, she crawled over to where the thick curtains obscured the window above the bed head and opened them to see what time it really was outside.
Bright light flooded into her eyes, and immediately she had Déjà vu of when Silas and his sunlight spell had hit her full force in the face. Man that hurt! She hissed sharply in objection, and bared her teeth as though the sun would disappear at her displeasure. Of course it didn’t, and she roughly closed the curtains to get rid of the pain. This was really turning out to not be her day. She knew that messing with wizards was not a good idea, since they were generally able to retaliate a hell of a lot better than their normal counterparts. Shame that her stomach always managed to beat her brain into submission.
She flopped unhappily back on to the bed and sat cross-legged; rubbing and blinking her eyes furiously to try and get rid of the annoying stops of colour that darted in front of her vision.
“Ok, a little later than I expected,” grumbled Sephora in an obviously ‘I am not impressed’ voice, “I’d say from that sort of light that it’s around 11.”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 25, 2009 20:09:10 GMT 1
Silas caught the tub of moisturiser as Sephora threw it to him. Hmm, quite a bit of strength in that throw. He already knew that half-vampires had a fair amount of power (to explain that kind of bruising, they’d have to), but how much was a question what needed answering. Hell, there was a lot he needed to know. Pity it was still too early to barrage the girl with questions. That would have to wait... at least until he got impatient.
As Sephora crawled across the bed, Silas poked the side of the cream container with his wand. The steady increase in weight informed him that the spell at had worked and he glanced up briefly to regard Sephora again before looking down to cast a multiplying charm. There was probably some sort of spell to reverse the damage that she had taken, but firstly he didn’t know of it, and secondly he was feeling spiteful enough not to lend her any assistance anyway. She could heal her skin the traditional way.
A loud, almost animalistic hiss of pain made Silas look up again sharply. Huh? Oh. The sight of Sephora’s reaction to the sunlight caused him to smirk while she was still too blinded to notice. He might have laughed, but he suspected that might not go down well. What the hell did she expect by just throwing the curtains open like that anyway? That’s what you get for not being careful, and after what she’d done to him she deserved a little more pain.
“I’d say from that sort of light that it’s around 11.”
“Huh, don’t think I’ve seen time told that way before,” Silas remarked with a tone of mild interest. She must have been a girl-scout once or something. Who told time by light levels? The sun, maybe, but light? “Impressive.”
Anyway, whatever. 11 o’clock. Two hours before he usually woke up. That eliminated the opportunity for further sleep before work, but hell, it was probably going to take him the extra two hours now just to get ready. Speaking of the rest of his day, fuck, this was going to need planning. He could probably hang around for another hour, tops then he needed to move, as he needed to eat and everything. Fuck, again. Somehow he doubted the hotel would have convenient stacks of high-protein foods just lying around, not to mention the other half a zillion supplements and handful of potions he relied on daily. Hell, his diet might as well be a precise science these days.
Silas turned his head to stare at the kitchen sink, too distracted by his thoughts to really see it. Right, speaking of food, how much booze had he had drank already? ... Yeah, he’d lost track. To be safe he was going to need like half a bucket of water before work unless he wanted to die of dehydration. Christ working out was going to be a bitch today. Hell, just existing was going to be an issue. If Sephora wasn’t such an item of curiosity she would be in a lot of trouble.
Why the hell was he keeping her around anyway? Yeesh, he must be growing sentimental.
When Sephora looked like her vision had recovered Silas made a noise to get her attention and tossed each of the bottles of cream in her direction. “There you go.” Hell, it wasn’t just his day that needed thinking about, there was his brand new vampire problem. The usual way of dealing with people didn’t seem to apply to their type, so just knowing what to do about her was going to be a headache by itself.
Or, hell, maybe he should just be pleased he was able to think coherent thoughts now.
Fuck it, no point beating around the bush.
If she didn’t want to pay up, fine, she’d just given him the excuse he needed to get rid of her on a permanent basis. There were plenty of magical means to track people. “I’m still charging you for the room, you know,” Silas informed her evenly, pulling himself up slowly into a sitting position. He’d learned his lesson last time about standing up too fast. He made his way with a vague grogginess over to the kitchen. Hmm, where were the glasses in this fucking place?
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Sephora Forrest
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Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jul 26, 2009 11:19:57 GMT 1
“Huh, don’t think I’ve seen time told that way before,” commented Silas, and Sephora wasn’t entirely sure whether that was sarcasm or not. “Impressive.” Sephora shrugged indifferently. “Only near the middle of the day is the sun that bad.”
Silas made a noise to make her look his way; not that he needed to because she was watching curiously as he poked that stick of his into the bottle and was apparently filling it up again. It was just plain weird. Not that she was complaining, since hopefully it would allow her to get a better day’s sleep.
“There you go.” said Silas, throwing the bottle to her which she caught easily. Again she began applying it to her arms first, since they were beginning to hurt a lot, and so was her back and her face and her legs… She sighed unhappily, since this was likely to only be the beginning of a week of annoyance and pain.
“I’m still charging you for the room, you know,” came Silas’s voice and while she was looking down she rolled her eyes discreetly. “I kind of assumed as much,” she replied dryly, looking up as he slowly lifted himself into a sitting position and then to his feet before wandering groggily over to the kitchenette.
Sephora sighed happily when the stinging sensation faded again. “Oh, thanks for doing that,” she called over to where Silas was standing looking through the cupboards. Fortunately, she was willing to forget for the minute that he had been the one to cause the pain in the first place in light of the fact that he was at least helping to fix it. “Can you wizards do anything with those wands of yours?”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 26, 2009 17:51:28 GMT 1
Sephora’s question struck him as a little odd. Was she really that painfully oblivious about the wizarding world as that she knew nothing about magic? Yeesh, you’d think she’d been living in a basement her whole life. Although... vampires could still turn unfortunate muggles, and it wasn’t too much of a stretch to consider that as the most likely scenario. Silas felt a bit of distaste rise up. He wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of non-magical folk.
While he rifled for glasses in one of the kitchen cabinets he quickly contemplated how truthful he should be with his answer. On the one hand, the less she knew about magic the more of an advantage he had, but any lie he told would quickly be found out. After all, Hogsmeade was hardly lacking in magical folk to get information from.
“Well, there’s a long answer and a short answer to that question,” Silas replied after he found a glass he liked. He gave it a quick visual inspection just in case. Meh, it looked clean enough. Couldn’t trust the maid service not to cut corners here and there, especially in low-grade places like the Three Brooms*. “Care to sit through the long version? Because the short answer is just a straight ‘no’,” he continued.
Apparently Silas had learned his lesson by watching Sephora’s experiment with the tapwater, and instead of filling up at the sink he held the tip of his wand against the glass and let it fill up with clean water which appeared from no visible source.
*There’s nothing wrong with the Three Broomsticks, Silas is just used to places that cost something epically ridiculous to stay at. XD
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