Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
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Post by Amelia Pace on Jan 2, 2010 18:46:00 GMT 1
Rain would normally have been the first deterrent against shopping in Hogsmeade for Amelia; the walk was never that pleasant when the dirt path turned to mud and your shoes came off letting you step in it with nothing but a sock covering your skin. But with another vampire in the area, she didn’t want to be taking any more chances; she needed some sort of mechanism to keep herself a little bit safer. Fighting them off wasn’t an option and using magic against them was pointless when they could move faster than she could. She didn’t need to do research, it was common knowledge that all vampires would burn on a cross, all she had to do it have one of her person at all times and she could warn them off if they got too close and give them something to remember her by if they got close enough.
Amelia headed for a small boutique in one of the few off-shoots of the main street; she’d seen crosses in the window before now, so knew it as a good place to go. The problem with buying jewellery though was having to thoroughly check for silver content, she wanted to cause irritation to the vampire, not to herself. It was an easy enough task, she’d just ask the owner, silver allergies weren’t completely unheard of anyway. She smiled at the cashier as she entered, approaching the counter, ”I’m looking for a gold cross,” she enquired. The cashier pulled out one of the draws below the counter; half a dozen golden chains with delicate crosses hanging off them were presented before her. She picked the simplest design; it was cheaper, and asked for two. She wasn’t risking Connor being beaten up again.
New purchases safely tucked into her coat pocket she headed back to the main street, she had no other reason to be in the village, but she didn’t want to waste the walk with spending five minutes in one shop. She looked up the street and saw a few people she knew heading towards the Three Broomsticks. She could do with a drink, so she followed suit. It wasn’t as busy as she had been anticipating, with a couple of free stools at the bar, she decided she’d set up camp there for a couple of Hot Chocolates.
After ordering, she pushed her hand into her pocket, pulling out the small velvet box the shop owner had given her. Placing it on the bar in front of her she undid the buttons of her coat, and shrugged the garment off, placing it on the bar next to her. Feeling that she was better safe than taking a risk, she opened the box, gently lifting one of the two necklaces she had purchased, ”Thank you,” she uttered as the bar tender placed her drink in front of her. She left it for a moment to undo the clasp of the chain, and secure it around her neck. She tucked the pendant underneath her top, and closed the box once more, stuffing it back into the safety of her pocket. Picking up her spoon, she started on her beverage, eating the sweetened cream from the top of it before even attempting to drink from the cup – cream moustaches were not attractive.
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Dominic Spencer
Vampire (A)
Marshmellow
Pain in the ass, miraculously dodging death.
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Jan 2, 2010 19:21:38 GMT 1
With an almighty groan, Dominic Spencer gingerly rolled himself, quite literally, out of bed. He groped blindly in the darkness of the cellar for the crutches that stood nearby. The boy’s latest encounter with the older vampire, Dacian, had left him looking like he’d been run over and then reversed over repeatedly by a truck. Both legs had been broken at the knee and thigh, his left arm had been dislocated while the wrist had also been broken and as they were still very much healing there was no way Dom was walking without the aid of crutches. It wasn’t all bad he decided, looking down at the braces that kept his legs straight. He may walk like an absolute idiot but the sympathy from the women he met made his whole situation slightly better.
What was bad however was trying to get up and down the stairs of the cellar. When the boy had first been able to return home he’d nearly managed to fall down the stairs after only five minutes. But like all things practise was making perfect for the vampire and in no time he was hobbling to the bathroom to get a better look at himself. As the fluorescent light flickered to life Dom surveyed his torso; the majority of it was covered in bruising that would be the last of his injuries to heal. Thankfully however most of the swelling had reduced and the minor cuts completely gone.
Testing out the shoulder that had been dislocated, the blond also found that there was only a dull throb from it which made getting dressed slightly easier. His heavily bandaged wrist however was not quite as pain free. He hissed as pain shot through his arm as he attempted to put on a jacket. Curse the lack of fresh blood and the inability to hunt. The packet blood Silas had been supplying meant he could heal but the going was slow. Being reminded of his invalid status, Dominic’s mood grew dark.
In an attempt to cheer himself up, the vampire made his way (slowly) to the Three Broomstick’s in hope for some sympathy from a pretty girl. Secretly he hoped Billie would be there, things between him and her felt unfinished especially since Dom had not spoken to her since he’d told her that he was a vampire. There was also the hope that it would be the mysterious werewolf girl that the other wolf had tried so valiantly to protect. Really the vampire didn’t mind who he ran into, as long as she was pretty and willing to give sympathy he would get by.
Just like every other time he’d walked through the main door the atmosphere that greeted him was warm and cheery. The scents and heart beats of the people inside hit the boy like a soft wave of water. For the moment he chose to ignore them, that was until one scent in particular caught his attention. It was her, the she-werewolf that he’d been so intent on pursuing until her boyfriend had gotten in the way. As soon as he spotted her sitting alone at the bar Dominic flashed a devious smile, revealing his one remaining fang for a split second.
”Excuse me, is that seat next to you taken? I don’t mean to intrude but I really need to sit down,” he said, gesturing at the crutches with his head. ”I’m Zeke by the way, Zeke Howard,” Dom lied, holding out his non-bandaged hand in polite greeting. He had gathered that she was a student at the school, same as Billie, and if he got what he wanted with the werewolf girl he didn’t want news of it to reach the other one. Juggling two or more girls at once was something Dom had become rather good at over the years.
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Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
Posts: 189
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Post by Amelia Pace on Jan 2, 2010 22:57:47 GMT 1
Slowly sipping her drink, she felt a little fuzzy on the inside, the warmth of the liquid heating her up from the inside out. It was completely freezing outside like it had been previously, but it was still chillier than she would have liked. With the full moon a wee away she had a decision to make, and it was one that she had never thought she’d be making. If the weather kept up like this she wouldn’t have much reason to say no, if it got colder, then she’d have reason to decline, she didn’t want to freeze to death. She did have other issues with changing in the forest, like waking up completely naked in the middle of the forest in front of Connor. Confidence had never been much of an issue before, but this was slightly different.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a blonde haired man on crutches. She turned to face him as he spoke, nodding in answer to his question and turning back to take another sip of her drink. There was a time when she would have told him that the seat was taken, she'd be with Scotty, or James having a drink, but she didn't speak to Jame sunless she had to, and Scotty had done a disappearing act. Amelia just assumed that he was off spending time where he normally did and she just wasn't running into him, ”Amelia,” she said, not looking to face him. Quite by chance she took a deep breath, she risked a sideway glance as him, she knew that smell all too well. She didn’t want to alert his attention to any suspicions she may have as she shook his hand, it was cold, only confirming her suspicions. If he was a vampire, he’d know only too well what she was. It would be coincidence that he had chosen to sit with her. She allowed a brief thought to go out to Connor, if this was the git that had attacked him he deserved everything he got.
”Looks like somebody did a number on you,” she said, stirring her spoon around her mug, turning to face him as she withdrew it from the remaining liquid and popping it in her mouth and licking off the drops of hot chocolate on the spoon. She put it back down on the saucer and picked up her mug taking a long swig from it. She looked at him again, the crutches, the bandaged wrist, ”Piss off the wrong person?” she liked to think that Connor had caused some of the damage, but the injuries weren’t three weeks old. She didn’t even know if it was the same vampire. Still, anger was slowly rising up inside her, regardless. Suddenly she was grateful she had thought to get her purchase today, it wouldn’t do a lot of damage, but I would certain warn him off a bit. At least he wouldn’t attack her here, not in front of all these people.
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Dominic Spencer
Vampire (A)
Marshmellow
Pain in the ass, miraculously dodging death.
Posts: 107
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Jan 3, 2010 5:35:33 GMT 1
”Well then it’s nice to meet you Amelia,” the boy smiled, before taking the seat beside her with a relieved sigh. It was a wonder she hadn’t outed him then and there, if she was like any other werewolf she should have smelt him long before he got close to her. Maybe it was because she assumed Dom would be no threat to her in his state, after all it was the right assumption. Besides, unlike Amelia the taking of her blood was the last thing on Dom's mind. The vampire had promised Connor that his girlfriend would be forgetting all about him and feeding on her would seriously ruin the chances of that happening.
The girl, Amelia, had a hot chocolate, its smell tantalised Dom. He eyed it enviously, oh how he wished he could join her in having one. Well he could but it would just make him sick. With a sigh he returned his gaze to Amelia, making a note of her heartbeat. It was speeding up but he couldn’t be sure it was because she knew what he was or of she was just freaked out by a random stranger talking to her in a bar. Instinct and experience told him it was the first option.
Just as he was deliberating telling her what he was in hopes to get her to trust him the topic of conversation turned to the boy’s injuries. The blond couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement and nod his head. ”I did piss off the wrong person I suppose, and it wasn’t the first time either. I suppose others of my kind can be needlessly violent sometimes and that’s sad as they’re the ones who drag our reputation down,” Dom answered thoughtfully, giving a not so subtle hint as to what Amelia should already know.
”I’m quite surprised you haven’t run from me or attacked me yet. Your heart betrays your anger –God that sounds like something from a movie,” the vampire laughed, grinning at Amelia a one fanged smile. There was nothing predatory about it, it was merely a friendly gesture. ”You don’t have to worry. These injuries I assure you are quite real, the bruising you can see on my face should attest to that. So even if I wanted to eat you -which I don't- I wouldn't be able to,” he said with a shrug.
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Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
Posts: 189
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Post by Amelia Pace on Jan 6, 2010 13:12:17 GMT 1
She knew her heart beat would be betraying her, she knew he would be able to hear it, probably feel it and that just made me worse. It scared her that she had no control over the situation, she could just up and leave, leg it, but with all the people around and a half full still steaming mug of hot chocolate in her hand, she didn’t want to cause suspicion. Plus, she was there first and as mch as she was practically shitting herself, the stubbornness she was so used to was trying to make some sort of semblance on the conversation she didn’t want to be in, ”Make a habit out of it do you? Or does it come with the teeth?” she was trying to sound as bitchy and as confident as she could, but it wasn’t really working, with her heart in her throat beating erratically, ”I wasn’t aware you had a reputation to drag down,” Bitter? Never. Just come the day Amelia trusted anybody who smelt as bad – to her – as a vampire did, the world would probably end.
”You wouldn’t attack me here, there’s too many people,”again her voice betrayed her, reason may have sounded good in her head, and in practise it would also ring true, but there was nothing in her confidence and that would let her down eventually. Not that one could really blame her having been attacked by a vampire twice, once leaving her for dead, ”Already had your share of wolf this month, have you?” she couldn’t be sure, but given her knowledge of the vampires in the area, and the description that Connor had given her, establishing that it hadn’t been same vampire that had attacked her, ”And forgive me if I don’t believe you, I don’t make a habit of making friends with vampires. Especially ones that attack my friends,” Even if she was wrong, it wouldn’t do her any harm to accuse him, he said he couldn’t attack her, and even if he tried, she could probably out run him quite easily. The second he moved towards her she was out of there.
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Dominic Spencer
Vampire (A)
Marshmellow
Pain in the ass, miraculously dodging death.
Posts: 107
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Jan 7, 2010 16:15:58 GMT 1
The way her heart was racing and the wavering in Amelia’s voice told of complete and utter fear. It made Dominic frown slightly; though there was an in built fear of vampires in werewolves this one’s was much more than he’d ever seen. Perhaps this wasn’t her first run in with a vampire? Thoughts instantly jumped to Dacian whom, he had been told, had made a nuisance of himself in the sleepy village. ”Comes with the tooth actually,” the boy corrected, smiling to reveal a gap in his teeth where an elongated canine should have been. ”I assumed we had a reputation with you magical folk, rights even but I don’t really run with the vampire crowd so I wouldn’t know.”
Again the blond shrugged before turning to the barkeep and ordering a pint of blood. By doing so he was satiating his hunger and trying to show the girl that he was no threat to her; he needed to gain her trust if he had any hope with her in the future. ”There are too many people here,” he agreed, ”but, like I said before, I’m not interested in attacking you.” Pensively Dom took a sip of his drink, light eyes never straying from Amelia. The comment about his share of wolf made his eyebrows raise in fake shock, this was definitely the girl Connor had been protecting.
”And I suppose he told you that I attacked him in cold blood? If I remember rightly he was the one who attacked first. I didn’t realise you two knew each other let alone were friends, so I sincerely apologize for that,” the first part technically wasn’t a lie, but the second part most certainly was and his voice never changed; the transition from truth to tale was seamless. Everything about the vampire outwardly said he was ashamed for what he’d done when in actual fact he most certainly was not.
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Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
Posts: 189
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Post by Amelia Pace on Jan 7, 2010 17:02:11 GMT 1
There wasn’t a time when Amelia had had a good experience with vampires, and she wasn’t certain there would ever be a time where she would. Despite the promise of not being attack, she still didn’t feel that safe, even surrounded by so many people. He’d know exactly what she smelt like now, he’d be able to find her anywhere. Not that he hadn’t known about her and her scent before, having followed her to the outskirts of the school, ”What I mean, is it has never been good, not exactly much to tarnish, is it?” her voice still betraying her need to spit these answers out venomously.
The stench of his order made Amelia want to heave; the last time she had smelt blood this closely had been after the blond haired twat had attacked Connor. She’d spent a deal of time tending to his wounds, and she didn’t particularly want him to have to return the favour, ”Then what do you want?” she asked, his intention not being that of using her as a drug thrust Amelia’s brain into mild confusion, what else could he want? She could feel him looking at her, but she refused to return his gaze. Admitting defeat would just prove a weakness that her wavering voice was already doing for her.
”Funny, because he told me you were following me,” stirring the remains of her drink before finishing it, Amelia dared a look at ‘Zeke’. Her mouth set in a line, eyes narrowed slightly, untrusting and slightly hateful. What she knew of this guy wasn’t positive. From what Connor had told her, Amelia knew why he had attacked the vampire, even if what he said was true and Connor had attacked first, or even if he hadn’t, Amelia still had reason to believe Connor was in the right in the situation. Plus, she’d rather not be attacked by another vampire, ”I don’t care if he started it. From what I can gather you seem to earn all you get,” her voice was still lacking confidence, but it didn’t break this time, and she reached into her coat pocket for her purse, ordering another hot chocolate.
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Dominic Spencer
Vampire (A)
Marshmellow
Pain in the ass, miraculously dodging death.
Posts: 107
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Jan 7, 2010 17:40:37 GMT 1
Still her heart beat like a drum with no sign of calming in sight. more lying and manipulation was what was called for, it was a good thing Dom was rather good at it. For nearly ninety years he’d been honing his craft and as people said, practice made perfect. It was a good thing there were so many women in the world on which he could practice, Amelia included. ”Mhm, the reputation has never been a good one, I’ll give you that. Can’t tarnish something that’s already, well, tarnished,” the blond chuckled, sculling down the rest of his drink. For a moment the salty, metallic smell of the packaged blood blocked out that of Amelia; the smell of dog masked by a sweet perfume.
The smell of dog belonged to the boy, this girl had not embraced the animalistic side of herself as much as he had; that much the vampire could tell. Again it made his expression thoughtful, maybe he could use that angle later. Tell her the truth that it was okay to try and shun the monster within. It sounded corny but he had that fact in common with her; he hated what he was more than anything.
”What do I want?” Dom repeated, trying hard not to smirk. To see her naked and underneath him was the main thing he wanted but telling her he wanted her blood would probably go down better than telling her that. ”I just wanted to talk. I like werewolves; they’re always interesting to chat to because they have a different perspective to life than normal people, if that makes sense,” the blond answered earnestly, toying with his empty glass. Again it was the truth, werewolves were interesting people to talk to, they were a different kind of monster and one that Dominic envied. They could still be normal; it was only once a month their curse reared its ugly head. With all their complaining about it, they didn’t realise how lucky they were not to be a vampire.
The trust issue was still not being resolved all because of what the bastard he-wolf had told the girl. Slowly the vampire shifted himself with his one good arm so he was looking directly into Amelia’s brown eyes with his pale blue ones. ”Amelia, I swear to you I was not doing anything of the sort. I may have been on a road you travelled down but the only werewolf that I smelt or saw in this village was your friend. I have not lied to you yet, I have no reason to but it’s my word against his I’m afraid,” he finished with a subtle almost saddened sigh. Manipulation was always something the boy had excelled at, even before he’d died.
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Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
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Post by Amelia Pace on Jan 13, 2010 0:36:28 GMT 1
”Right,” she elongated, the butterflies in her stomach starting to clear. She’d scoped enough of the situation to know that he wasn’t going to outright attack he then and there. He only had one tooth anything, so it wasn’t like he had the advantage. Besides, he was on crutches. It made her laugh, in her head at least, that somebody, somewhere had gotten the better of him. He deserved it, she knew exactly why she thought it, but she didn’t really understand quite why there was an intense need to ensure that Connor was okay, to look out for him, maybe she was more wolf than she cared to admit, something about the pack about her, ”In the sense that what? We’re not normal people most of the time?”
She knew there was a distinct difference between herself and Connor. He’d grown to accept what they were, live with it and deal with it as and when the situation called for it. She however did not. She wasn’t so aware that the vampire would be able to smell it about her. She wasn’t so savvy on how the whole smell thing worked, she wasn’t used to using her nose, but nearly a month with Connor had taught her that in some cases it could save her life. There was a voice in her head, telling her to run, and she knew it wasn’t her own. She knew it was him. Telling her to get the hell away from this guy, to run and not turn back and get herself to the relative safety of the school. But being Amelia, a stubbornness in her told her to stay, told her to fight this.
” And how can I tell that you’ve not lying to me now, that you haven’t been lying to me since the second you sat next to me? There is one thing that is certain about you, vampire and that is jut that. Somebody I trust against something I’ve learned to not? I know which I’d go with,” even though her voice was no longer betraying her fear, the vampire would be able to feel the beat of her heart – she had listened enough in class to know that, ”Give me one good reason not to leave right now. Even then I can’t promise I’ll stay.”
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Dominic Spencer
Vampire (A)
Marshmellow
Pain in the ass, miraculously dodging death.
Posts: 107
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Jan 16, 2010 13:51:05 GMT 1
As much as he liked talking to werewolves sometimes they could be so guarded. Amelia’s distinct lack of trust in him wasn’t frustrating; instead it was a sizeable obstacle Dom had to somehow work out to get around. Placing doubts in her mind about her wolf-boyfriend would be the best way to go if he stood any chance of getting what he wanted from her. Even if he didn’t get her between the sheets it would be fun to see how much damage he could inflict on the relationship of the two resident werewolves.
”I didn’t mean it like that, you are normal most of the time but still not quite the same as the rest,” Dom said quickly with an apologetic smile. He regarded her curiously for a moment, brows furrowed as though in thought. ”You’re different from the other werewolves I’ve met though. More normal somehow, like you’re fighting the monster within. I can definitely relate to that,” he finished with a sad sigh.
”I know this will sound a bit righteous coming from me but you have no idea how lucky you are to be normal most of the time. Look at it this way, what would you chose between? Being turned into wolf once a month but able to live your life normally for the rest of it? Or being a monster all the time that has to feed on humans to survive and can never, ever live a relatively normal life? It’s not that hard a choice is it really,” Dom rambled thoughtfully. It was a topic he’d never really discussed with a werewolf before; it was a bit heavy.
Amelia’s point about his lying to her was a valid one, after all the vampire had been lying to her for most of the night. Again Dominic’s expression turned thoughtful. ”Well,” the blond began slowly, ”you can’t really tell but I told you the truth about what I was, my intentions and I did not deny that it was me who fought with and injured your friend. I have not lied to you once but again you’re right; how can you believe me?”
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