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Post by MAGGIE RENE EVANS on Aug 15, 2011 5:08:48 GMT
Maggie had been finding herself in the forest a lot more lately. Whether it was because she was trying to escape the noise of the city, or the trouble her life seemed to be clouded with, she couldn't tell. Things had managed to change so fast for her in the last few weeks. Maggie had managed to break her maker's heart, get forced into being the king's personal assassin, and meet a were that she was starting to fall uncomfortably for. There way no was she saw herself going to the ball that night, at least not yet. Her lips parted slightly as she gazed up into the night sky. The smell of the crisp summers air seemed to beckon for the fall. It would only be a matter of time before all the green around them would be turning into array of golds, browns, oranges, and reds. It would be a start of a new year in the sense, but Maggie couldn't help but wonder if it would be the start of her personal hell.
Her attitude had definitely toned down since the king's visit. She was forced to box away all sarcastic remarks, and blunt comments out of fear she would be forced to face her true death. The king wouldn't think twice to have her staked if she decided to continue to act up. The fact she had been forced into serving the king in such a way only seemed to make things worse. She was an assassin now because she had been so careless when going about her kills. Maggie's pride kept her from thinking it would eventually bite her in the ass. Since Maggie was wildly stubborn she had been avoiding the Halloway mansion altogether. She figured the longer she kept away, the longer it would take to get her first assignment. The thought of having to take orders disgusted her. Sure the king would eventually catch on and hunt her down but she was willing to bet he wouldn't do anything drastic, at least she hoped.
Maggie swung her legs as she looked down at the forest floor. She wondered how strange it must look to see someone sitting in the trees that late at night. She figured no one would be that stupid to wander through the forest that late at night. As she let out a gentle sigh she lifted her head to scan her surrounding. The night air was quiet and she could only really be thankful for that. It had been a while since she was able to escape the noise of Jamerson Falls.
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Post by SAMARA BRIDGET BERRIGAN on Aug 18, 2011 22:06:55 GMT
The sound of classic music and chatter were now mere and faint sounds, sounds she could no longer pick up seeing that she did not possess the superhuman hearing she envied so much. “Perfect… just f#cking perfect!” she muttered under her breath as she walked through the forest of Jamerson Falls, following an electric orb that swirled in mid air a few steps ahead of her. Samara couldn’t get over the fact that in less than twenty minutes ago she had been in what promised to be a luxurious event where she would have access to the best food and cocktails available in this capitalist country she called home. As much as Samara adored each mission the king sent her own, she surely wasn’t expecting one, not that night and specially not one that involved walking around the forest wearing her favorite shoes. Samara sighed as she took each step, clearly feeling her heels being plunged into the soft muddy ground of the forest. Somehow all she could think of was that someone would somehow would be able to clean the pair of LouBoutin she had so much trouble stealing. All that trouble walking through the muddy grounds just because of some assassin that wasn’t doing what she was told.
For once Samara didn’t do a lot of research on how this one had wronged the monarchs, she was just there to deliver a message, and that message would involve an electric show, chanting, beating around, snarky comments and then done. But from what she was able to put together from what the king had provided her with this Maggie person was Luke Johnson’s progeny and on and off lover. Teasing the girl with the fact that her maker pulled off an outstanding performance a few days back and didn’t even behave in a regretful sort of way would surely be fun. Soon the floating electricity ball stopped and vanished into thin air. Clutching her mask on her left hand, Samara in a sudden movement of her right wrist had a thick electric ball on her hand, her fingers apparently holding it in as if it were a mere ball. Taking a look around, only to find no one in the surroundings, Samara let out another deep and long sigh. “Okay princess show up already. I don’t have the entire night and the forest isn’t exactly Disneyland for me.” she shouted with her hand by her breasts in case the vampire she had been assigned to deal with tried anything she would certainly regret later.
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Post by MAGGIE RENE EVANS on Aug 19, 2011 23:22:06 GMT
It was wishful thinking for Maggie to assume she could get much time to herself at all. It seemed like as soon as she picked up on the scent and heard the sounds of someone approaching that she was being called for. Unless she was completely mistaking and someone else had ventured out into the forest that night as well. "Okay princess show up already. I don’t have the entire night and the forest isn’t exactly Disneyland for me.” Maggie pushed herself off the branch she was sitting on and landed on the forest ground as a slight growl escaped her lips. She wasn't in the mood to be disturbed and she didn't want to be found. It was no use running in the other direction because she was sure she would be chased after. She was certain that this woman was calling for her. Why, was a little unclear. In the back of her mind, she thought that maybe this was Heath's way of tracking her down.
In a matter of seconds Maggie became nothing more then a blur before halting directly in front of women. She wasn't human...or at least not fully. If Maggie could guess she was probably a witch. She smelt exactly like Jenn and it was slightly unsettling. Vampires were very strong and powerful creatures but with some of the spells that witches cast on them they seemed to be nothing more then helpless rag dolls and puppets. This wasn't good at all. "The ball is in the opposite direction." she said slightly annoyed. Witch or not she seemed rather stupid to be walking through the forest dressed like that."Might as well get this over with this and tell me what this is about. I'm assuming your looking for me. I don't want to be disturbed for any longer then I have to." her eyes locked on Samara's as she crossed her arms. She wasn't impressed.
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Post by SAMARA BRIDGET BERRIGAN on Aug 22, 2011 21:48:33 GMT
Out of all the places Samara was expecting the vampire to show up from, she didn‘t expect it would be from the treetops. Due to the fact the witch was caught of her guard she did jump back a few steps, causing her electricity ball to flicker. However shortly after getting a clear sight and target of the vampire, Samara charged her most potent weapon even more and recomposed herself. Therefore she didn’t even move as Maggie lunged herself towards her. But Samara had to admit it was very annoying whenever vampires did that (show-offs). The seriousness stamped all over the witch’s face vanished as the vampire mentioned the ball and the direction it was at. “No shit Sherlock!” Samara rolled her eyes. “I was just there minding my own business really wondering who would be able to give me an entertaining night when king shows up and sends me to find your undead ass.” the electricity ball in her hand flickered before disappearing as Samara crossed her arms, still clutching her mask in her right hand. “Or what did you think I like walking around this f#cking forest dressed up like this? These…” she pointed down to her shoes. “ Are quite expensive…erm…well I wouldn’t know...” she blinked several times. “ Because I stole them *awkward pause* but I hear they’re pretty expensive. So congratulations you owe me a pair of new pumps!” She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as the wind seemed to screw up the hairdo she had invested so much upon.
“Well I’m not quite sure why the king has even assigned you as an assassin, but that’s up to him to figure out. The thing is…. He sent me to tell you to get your shit together and do what you’re told. Your missions are quite simple you kill and then report back. If you fail to that I’ve been granted permission to pay another little visit to your maker and deal with him and trust me…next time I won’t let him get so…. Intimate.” her lips curved into a grin. If her night was already bound to be ruined by this meeting, Samara might as well have some fun and the most entertaining thing she could find was teasing Maggie with the fact that her sire wasn’t so…committed.
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Post by MAGGIE RENE EVANS on Aug 22, 2011 22:41:14 GMT
Maggie tried her best to disregard the comments about her clothes. She figured if the b*tch witch could steal them once she could steal them again. Then the lecture began. Maggie huffed an annoyed sigh as she rolled her eyes. Just because she hadn't killed anyone for the king didn't mean she wasn't doing her job. She hadn't even been assigned anyone to kill so really she saw nothing wrong with the situation. Grant it she hadn't even bothered to show her face around the Halloway mansion but that was a different story.“ If you fail to that I’ve been granted permission to pay another little visit to your maker and deal with him and trust me…next time I won’t let him get so…. Intimate.” At that moment Maggie's eyes narrowed as she gave Samara a cold stare. The fire within her that was once small, now consuming her. "What?!?!" she growled. Her thick Australian accent showing itself clearly to her.
As much as she wanted to deny that she didn't love him it was clear now she did. Yet, she didn't want to admit it to herself. She merely tossed it up to her protective nature towards her creator...although his sex life shouldn't have been a deep concern to her if that was the case. Her hand balled up into a fist as her fangs extended. Thinking wasn't something that Maggie did often. As soon as the word escaped her lips she found herself pushing Samara to the ground out of pure anger. Her fangs now glistening in the moon light as she locked eyes with her. "Next time I'll make sure all of your blood is drained." with that she sunk her fangs into her neck drinking as fast as she could digging her nails into her arms as she did so. She was furious, so furious that she hadn't realized she was not feasting on a witch...a powerful one at that.
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Post by SAMARA BRIDGET BERRIGAN on Aug 23, 2011 19:26:06 GMT
Samara looked quite pleased as anger seemed to plaster itself on Maggie’s face. Clearly there were still some romantic feelings left in her when it came to her sire. Love, a strong little thing for a four letter word, quite a weakness but an everlasting source of strength. Samara’s mockingly expression did not last long, as Maggie’s fangs popped up from her gums, the witch tossed her mask to the ground and by a circular movement of her wrist summoned two electric orbs to the palm of her hands. If the blonde wanted to go down fighting, she was in for a treat. “Hit me with your best sh-” but before Samara could finish her statement (note to self don’t f#cking talk when you’re about to fight!) the vampire had already leaped herself towards the witch. The electricity in her hands vanished as she felt her back which was still soar from a few nights back violently hit the muddy ground. "Next time I'll make sure all of your blood is drained." Samara’s eyes shifted to her left. Her arms were being pushed down onto the muddy ground, mud…water… if she were to use her powers things would not be good. But still she was in no condition to cast a spell seeing that she was way more focused on Maggie’s sharp fangs rather than pleasing the higher…or lower beings with an incantation.
It didn’t take long for the witch to feel the sharp fangs piercing her neck. Judging by the fact Samara had only had sex with vampires she should have grown used to it, but this was quite different. Maggie wasn’t biting on her jugular with sexual intentions, the vampire was clearly going for the kill. Samara grunted as she felt for the first time fangs causing her pain. In a desperate act Samara flickered her fingers causing small electric lighting bolts to travel all the way up from her hands to her entire body. In a scream of agony her chest rose violently upwards letting out a bright blue electrical surge that was so intense that what resembled dim city lights miles away from the forest began to flicker. As she attempted to get on her feet, the world around her began to melt into blurriness. In between grunts, Samara circled her right hand only to summon a faint flickering spark which soon faded. “F#ck!” she let out before closing her eyes.
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Post by MAGGIE RENE EVANS on Aug 24, 2011 1:59:50 GMT
As Maggie took in her blood, her anger grew as a smirk crossed her face. She had decided before she attacked her that she wasn't going to kill her but now the blood was tasting too good to stop. She was sure this was signing her up for her own death but Maggie couldn't seem to get the thoughts of Luke with Samara out of her mind. How dare she do that to him! What was Luke thinking? Had he completely lost his mind and decided to sink lower then low? A few small prick ran up her body as Maggie continued. She didn't realize what was happening till she was knocked out by a strong force of electricity that was now streaming off of Samara's body.
Maggie's body flung backwards automatically trying to save herself from the least bit of damage as possible. She hit a tree with such force that is broke her spine and Maggie groaned as her whole body ached. It would take a while for everything to heal and Maggie knew with the broken bone she was now vulnerable to whatever Samara pleased to do with her. On the other hand Samara didn't look in the best shape either. Maggie let out a growl as her eyes narrowed. She was trying to sound brave but at this point she was scared.
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Post by SAMARA BRIDGET BERRIGAN on Aug 24, 2011 16:08:51 GMT
She wasn’t quite sure how long it had been since she blacked out. All Samara knew was that everything felt different. She felt as if there were something violent, strong and uncontrollable inside her, waiting to burst out. She opened her blue eyes only to get a glimpse of a wounded Maggie lying down on the muddy ground. The witch who was still down, chest against the forest’s natural floor, dragged herself towards the vampire. In between painful grunts Samara pulled herself up, finding support on a dry branch of a dead tree. She was covered in mud, much different from the way she looked upon her arrival. Her hair was no longer adorned in beautiful luminous blond curls and her dress was no longer clean and golden. ”You f#cking cunt!”she cursed extending both of her hands as she looked down upon the vampire. Two thick blasts came out of her hands, but did not look as stable as her former blasts did. These looked more out of sync, with small thin jolts emerging from the main blasts.
The grin of Samara’s face faded as her hands abruptly turned around, her palms facing the sky as if her hands had taken a life of their own. Samara fell down on her knees as the sound of electricity from her hands grew louder and louder. She screamed in agony as the jolts from her hands circled around her arms and in a matter of time were all over her body. The City lights flickered continuously as electric blasts followed by violent strikes of lighting bolts left the spot of which Samara was kneeled down and moved up towards the night sky. After what seemed like ages of pain, pain she had never felt before, Samara’s screams ceased as the blasts of electricity began to flicker from the palm of the witch’s hand. Shortly afterwards they were gone and the tiny bolts across her face, torso, arms and legs were gone as well. She had no idea of what was happening. Her powers had never gone beyond her control why were things different now? With teary eyes she looked at the vampire next to her. This couldn’t be good…if she were to spread around that Samara was literally malfunctioning things would not end well.
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Post by MAGGIE RENE EVANS on Aug 25, 2011 3:49:17 GMT
Unable to move the lower half of her body Maggie sat there in utter fear as the witch began to lose it. Things seemed off and it was the confused expression on Samara's face that confirmed that. This wasn't good...even if that witch didn't have as much control as she once thought. Samara was still going to be pissed and wanting to show Maggie that she couldn't just skip her duties as the king's assassin. "Look...I'm sorry....just please..let's walk away from this situation get cleaned up and go to the ball. Things don't have to end this way." she pleaded unsure of how badly it would hurt to have the uncontrolled power coursing though her undead veins. Maggie just wanted out of this situation altogether. She would play nice and be sweet just to get those result too.
"You and I are reasonable people. There is no need to be all bent of of shape by this misunderstanding." she said with a grunt as her bones began to slowly heal. Maggie managed to slowly lift herself up by scouting up the tree trunk. Her vision was blurry still as she felt the stings from the shock. This wasn't going to end well if Samara choose to stick around.
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Post by SAMARA BRIDGET BERRIGAN on Aug 28, 2011 17:34:23 GMT
Calming down when you felt as if there were several knives puncturing your stomach turned out to be a rather difficult task. Although Samara had grown quite used to her electricity and learned not to pay much attention to the faint stinging sensation in her hands whenever conjuring a blast, she had to admit that the sparks or the small lighting bolts flashing across her face were really annoying and rather uncomfortably painful. Samara rested her back against the branch of the dead tree and placed both hands against her stomach, hoping the stabbing sensation would cease. It was then that she heard Maggie speak. “F#ck you princess…look at me! Do you really thing I have plans to go this stupid ball? I have to keep all that you just saw under control so I can be of use to the king. You….. All you have to do is use your super speed and strength to kill whoever he assigns you to kill.” she closed her eyes in pain as the small jolts ran up to her eyes. As they stopped, Samara stood up still looking down on the vampire, clear anger in her eyes. She was not in a good shape, neither one of them exactly. If her active powers were acting up Samara didn’t want to see if her magic was malfunctioning ass well. She wouldn’t want to feel the pain all those people she killed and tortured felt when she chanted the spells she had stolen from a witch in New York a few months back. That was one thing she never understood. Why witches who possessed such Dark Enchantments written down in ancient scrolls were so afraid to use them. Did they really believe in all that law of three carp. Come on this wasn’t Charmed after all.
“Look princess you better pray you won’t see me again… cause next time I won’t think twice before burning you until you meet the true death. Actually…. If you don’t walk in the right line I’ll personally f#ck and kill your maker while you watch and then I’ll tie you up and have you meet the sun. Get it?!” deep down Samara knew that she wasn’t that intimidating without her power, but she didn’t want to take the risk of having it backfire again. Seeing that she didn’t want to carry this out much longer, the witch turned around and in between painful grunts she walked away, small lightnings still dancing around her body as she walked. Before taking another step further, Samara turned around. What resembled a grin eclipsed her strong expressions of repressed pain as she spoke "Actually..." she limped towards the wounded vampire. Bending her knees by the branch of the dead tree she had taken as support a short while ago, Samara picked up from the ground a dry uneven but still sharp twig, which was much thicker than the average twigs lying around but could not be considered a proper stake. “You’ve seen too much and.” she paused closing her eyes yet again as the jolts began to appear across her face. “I can’t take risks.” the witch finished her sentence and lowered by the vampire, raising the stake before going for the clear and vulnerable target in between Maggie’s breast.
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Post by MAGGIE RENE EVANS on Aug 30, 2011 21:53:27 GMT
With a slight glare and tilt of her head Maggie took in all that Samara was saying. Already she could tell that yet another enemy had been added to her list. Calling Maggie "princess" wasn't exactly one of the best choices either. It only made her more annoyed and irritated. Sure Maggie had expensive taste at times but you would have never pictured it now a days with her jeans and tattoos. Then came the threats. She tensed up slightly only because she wouldn't put it past this witch to do those kinds of things. When she mentioned luke a low growl began to build from the back of her throat. There was no way she was going to let this witch near her maker, even if he probably hated maggie a lot right now. Maggie just sat there in pain, not saying a word as she watched her walk off. "Figures..." she muttered as she tried to inch her way off the ground
Maggie's eyes widened slightly as she heard the witch turn around. Each movement scared her, there was no way she was coming back for a hug. It was clear once she got the stick what she was trying to do. Maggie didn't move as she watched her get closer, she wasn't going to do anything till she was in arms length. As soon as the stick had been raised Maggie extended her fangs and grabbed her arm, yanking it as hard as she could in the opposite direction. The stick was now successfully knocked out of her hands and hopefully her arm would be broken.
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