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Post by Nina Kingsley on Oct 2, 2011 23:57:03 GMT -5
 
It was late. Very late. She wasn’t really sure why she was out, but she was. Maybe it was her recently acquired insomnia, or maybe she just had a lot on her mind. It wasn’t like her life had changed too much recently, every day she went through the motions of a normal girl, and every full moon she turned into a monster- that’s how every twenty year old was, right? She sighed, shaking her head. ”No matter how many jokes I make…” Nina sniffed, trailing off. The cool of the night air calmed her nerves, though she never dropped her guard completely.
Running a hand through her hair, the lycan-girl leaned against the edge on the statue’s crown, looking over the city. The lights glittered against the skyline, making stars invisible for the most part. A few other people were up sight-seeing, but she wasn’t paying them too much mind. Snickering, she murmured a bit of a song to herself, ” How cruel is the golden rule?
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
Though I carried karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies..”
A soft yawn wracked her small frame, her fatigue slowly catching up with her. Or maybe it was boredom. So little seemed to be happening anymore, it almost felt like her life was put on pause. So far, Nina hadn’t met any other lycans, nor had she run into hunters whom she could request teachings from. The last year of her life had been stale and listless.
words; 276 muse; procrastination is the best of muses. credits; zielovesglee @ CAUTION
lyrics by OneRepublic!!comments; Sorry it's lame, I've found most of my first posts suck...
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Post by Tristan Holt on Oct 3, 2011 6:26:07 GMT -5
Oh the statue of liberty, how glorious she still looked. Standing tall as a symbol of freedom and liberty greeting all who entered America through the ages. She was still as beautiful as she had been on January 1st 1892. The memory was still refresh within the master vampire mind, he could easily envision the ship inch closer and closer with humans and various other supernatural species standing on the deck staring out at their future.
A slight nostalgic smile graced his lips, even if it was only for a moment. Tristan was capable of emotions but these days his emotions were often locked away. Memories of what had been passed through his mind's eye, his mate standing there as clear as the day they arrived but alas she was gone, his sweet Victoria. However this did not last, this contentment deflated like a lead balloon.
Tristan Holt was not alone, the scent of lycan floated on the breeze but where were they? Scanning the area around him at the base of the statue, nothing left nothing right. A frustrated growl escaped his lips, where was that lycan. Using his speed, he dashed around the base searching every notch and canny nothing was left un-searched. Still nothing, how were they hiding? Oh how he could stupid, the only place to hide on this small island was the statue itself. No-one escaped from the master vampire Tristan Holt.
The thought of a lycan here, brought back unwanted memories of her. A poison that lingered even now, she was gone but something always brought him back to her, to Rebeckah Niall. The woman who tore his black, dead heart into a million pieces. She had been a means to an end, the mother to his weapon but her flighty rebellious nature filtered through into Julian. Now his son was escaping from under his thumb, he was acting on his own two feet, trying to be his own person. This lycan had to be found now! He raced towards the statue, forcing himself faster and faster until he was nothing more than a blur passing through, that was if any human caught sight of him, unlikely. |
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Post by Nina Kingsley on Oct 3, 2011 22:44:45 GMT -5
It was peaceful, though something seemed off. On a gust of air, Nina caught the scent of something familiar, yet different. As she thought on what the scent might be, a sudden realization hit her. A vampire! Rocking back on her heels a bit, she bit her lip. This would be her first true encounter with a vampire. She began to pace, swallowing occasionally. She was nervous, almost afraid of what might happen when face-to-face with a vampire. Shaking her head, she turned, gripping the bar tightly. ”Stop being foolish, you live in their world,” she chastised herself, sighing slightly.
With a roll of her shoulders, the lycan looked back over the city, its glow bringing her back to serenity. The worst that could happen was she’d die, and she wasn’t so sure that would be bad. It might be more comfortable to be dead than to be a monster among the living. A chuckle bubbled in her throat, almost giddy as she tried to eradicate her fear of the vampire’s reaction to her in the city. Laughing, she shook her head, ”I’m like a kid on the first day of school… wondering what people will think of me.”
Nina crossed her arms, wandering around to the farther side of the walk, staring out over the sea. It was as black as obsidian, speckled with the lights of the city. Waves rolled lazily, the slight breeze carrying the crisp smell of salt to her nose almost instantly. She could hear the frantic steps of a rushing vampire, the swooshing of oceanic waves crashing against the island, and –much to her chagrin- the conversations of the others in the immediate area. The buzz of cars was faint across the water, drowned out by the ever louder steps of the racing vampire. When certain the other creature was near enough to speak to, she called just loud enough to hear, ”Hello..”
words; 320 muse; the comfort of my bed. credits; zielovesglee @ CAUTION
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Post by Tristan Holt on Oct 9, 2011 14:49:51 GMT -5
He flew up the spiral staircase, getting closer and closer to the top, to the source of scent that brought back such unpleasant memories for Tristan. He was getting closer and closer, soon they would be mere meters away and would answer his questions. This was necessary, why had a lycan dared to come here, to his city. Had Vaan the bloody king of the lycan planned this as an act of revenge, or to simply to annoy him, show him that lycans weren’t that scared of the big bad master vampire anymore.
Damn that Vaan, just because he had seduced, stolen his mate years ago he felt that he had to act like a child on his territory. Tristan would not stand for this. The city lights were lost in the background, were lost to anger and frustration. The beauty of the great city of new york, new york which many had sung about through the years. Dreams were found, made and eventually crushed, this was city first seen when entering the country from the sea, hope filled a person when they saw the lights for the first time and Tristan had been no different.
Ellis island, liberty island whatever you wanted to call was the gate to HIS magnificent city, his world. The soft voice of the lycan carried on the wind, caressing his ear drums gently as it whistled around him. They were close, a few more steps and he would be facing them. Slamming through the door at the top of the stairs, Tristan stepped into the crown, scanning what lay before him. There they were standing all alone but this was not what he had excepted, a she-wolf.
He narrowed his eyes, ice filling his gaze. “Why are you here…” He started, rage encircling each word as he escaped his lips. “Did Vaan send you here, to pollute my beloved city with your scent” Venom dripped as he spat about the lycan king’s name. |
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