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Post by MAGGIE RENE EVANS on Sept 4, 2011 3:26:47 GMT
Maggie's head was spinning as she sat on the edge of the cliff, her chin tilted upwards towards to the night sky, balancing her thought on the tip of her tongue scared that if she looked down she would let them all slip away. There was a pain in her chest, one she hadn't felt since the day she returned to Australia only to see her home in shambles. The realization that her existence had placed her in a tangle web of regret resurfaced as she tried hard to think of what would become of her. Maybe she should sit there on the edge, wait for the moon to slowly slip out of the nights sky. She begged for it, wanted it more then anything. Because nothing made sense now. She was hurting and that hurt had only lead to drunken nights, sex, and death. Not to mention a few fights with witches and weres.
No matter how hard she tried she couldn't kill anymore. There was too much going on. Too much she was avoiding. Maggie's eyes closed as the burning balls of light above her began to fade away...her vision was blurry and her body was slowly getting weaker...she needed blood but she wasn't going to get any. Misery was the poison of her choosing and she would cradle it till she felt herself burn out of existence like the nights star. Empty bottles of whiskey decorated her grave....she felt her insides turn, crying and demanding blood. Instead she feed those cries with the foul taste that once seemed sweet to her as a human. Could it be possible to die before the sun came out? She would have to wait and see.
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Post by LUKE ANDREW JOHNSON on Sept 4, 2011 4:03:27 GMT
The mess that Luke had gotten himself into over the past few months was unbelievable, even to him. He had slaughtered a bunch of people at the arcades, got punished by one of the King's guards and, to top it all of, he had lost the love of his undead life. In fact, the only good thing to happen recently had been him finding out he had a daughter. That was a massive shock for him. Now he was walking along the edge of the cliffs, not really paying much attention to anything. There was still a little night left for him to enjoy his freedom before he had to go 'sleep', if you could even call it that. A thought popped into his head and he chuckled slightly, what if someone made a ring or necklace that allowed his kind to walk in the sunlight? Now that was impossible and would only be seen on a television show, probably one that was a complete rip off of a book series.
Then he stopped moving and chuckling and his head lifted slightly. Maggie was near; he could sense her. His head lifted fully and sure enough he saw her there. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he walked towards her at a human speed, not wanting to spook her in any way. "Nice night for a bit of peace." He smiled slightly as he finally stood next to her, his hands in his pockets as he stared out at the beach. "Been a while since i've seen you. I doubt you've been tamed yet, then again your personality was one of the good things about you. I'd hate to see that be changed by anyone." His eyes fixed on her and he smiled gently, trying to be a good friend and maker.
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Post by MAGGIE RENE EVANS on Sept 4, 2011 4:39:00 GMT
Hallucinations, one of the many things that used to comfort her when she had had a little too much booze during her human years. Who would have known it would be coming back to haunt her now. In all fairness she hadn't done this much heavy drinking since she was walking around breathing. She was sure the amounts of alcohol in her system would have stopped her heart if she had been anything but a vampire. "Je veux ton amour." she whispered softly as she gazed up at what she thought to be a hallucination of Luke. French often was perfectly spoken by her as the empty bottles stacked up. French culture had been one of the many cultures that had fascinated her other then the American culture. Maggie Australian accent seemed non existence now as she spouted off her flawless french words. Maggie was a different person now...she was a wreck and it was almost impossible for her to form any words other then french.
"le soleil qui m'attend maintenant mon amant." she smiled as a few more tears rolled down her cheek. The lack of blood to her system was taking its toll as she found herself getting weaker by the second. There was no way she would be moving from that spot alone. Her fang were now fully exposed, showing the clear need for blood that she was doing everything in her power to avoid. Her eyes gazed up at the moon, waiting for it to take its final bow from the nights sky as the sun took the stage. ooc: Je veux ton amour- i want your love le soleil qui m'attend maintenant mon amant-i am waiting for the sun
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Post by LUKE ANDREW JOHNSON on Sept 4, 2011 5:27:15 GMT
"Je veux ton amour." Luke stared out at the ocean lapping against the beach and smiled, "my dear Maggie, you could have my love any time." The smile on his face grew a bit as he thought about Maggie speaking French. He had served under King William the First of England, a French ruler that had taken over England by force, so hearing French was a little bit natural to him. Luke wasn't an expert but the fact Maggie was speaking in this language made him remember life back then. It hadn't been too fancy but it had been good. "Le soleil qui m'attend maintenant mon amant." He looked down at her and frowned, "no, I won't allow the sun to get you."
Kicking the bottles out of the way Luke sat down and ran his hand down Maggie's cheek, "I love you too much to let the sun get you." Without much thought he cupped her face in his hands and gently kissed her lips, wanting to keep her so badly. "I mean it. I love you." One of his hands took hold of hers and he stared deeply into her eyes, "Maggie Rene Evans, I will not let the sun get to you... And if it does then my life isn't worth living, so I guess that the sun will get me too... I gave up on you and then I lost you, I won't let that happen again. I mean it."
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Post by MAGGIE RENE EVANS on Sept 4, 2011 5:58:18 GMT
His words seemed foreign to her, it was hard for her to understand as her stomach did twist and turns. His kiss was gladly welcomed and she returned it with just as much passion. "il brûle." she whispered referring to the burning in her throat. She needed blood and she needed it fast, she was fading quickly as the poison she had forced herself to drink was slowly eating away at her. Vampires weren't meant to drink that much alcohol it was something that was left to the humans. That part of their life that was left behind unless it was mixed with a bit of blood to counteract the damage that could be done, "J'appartiens au roi désormais." she said gazing into his eyes. He felt so real to her and she couldn't help but kiss him again.
Pourquoi vous sentez-vous si réel? she gasped slightly as she felt her head spin before a cry of pain escaped her and more tears gushed down her cheeks. The whiskey was hurting her now, poisoning her in such a painful way she could barely make out his face as her vision began to fade. "Mort s'il vous plaît attendre ..." she cried out as she grasped his arm still muttering that sentence over and over again as the whiskey began to burn from inside. She was delirious and drunk. Her only cure was human blood and lots of it. ooc: il brûle- it burns J'appartiens au roi désormais- I belong to the king now Pourquoi vous sentez-vous si réel?- why do you feel so real? Mort s'il vous plaît attendre - death please wait
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Post by LUKE ANDREW JOHNSON on Sept 4, 2011 6:21:49 GMT
"Il brûle." "I know, i'll help you." He didn't know how but he did intend to help her. It seemed that Maggie had consumed a lot of alcohol and that was never good for humans let alone vampires, she had to be saved before the poison took complete control and killed her. "J'appartiens au roi désormais." No,that wasn't possible; Maggie Evans was her own woman, she belonged to no one but herself. Maggie stared into his eyes and he into hers, only taking his concentration away when she kissed him. He had to kiss her back. He felt so much love for her. "Pourquoi vous sentez-vous si réel?" Luke stroked her cheek gently, "because I am real, as is my love for you." Maggie began to cry and speak more French and as she did so, Luke picked her up in his arms and stood up, "I won't let you die..."
Carrying his progeny in his arms Luke walked back into the town, tears of blood running down his own cheeks as he took her down the streets to the place where all the homeless humans lived, letting her kill people that were innocent wouldn't go wellbut these people had nothing and Maggie needed her energy. He held her close as he put her on the ground, making sure her feet were flat and that she was as stable as possible, then he whispered in her ear, "have a feast my love. Kill them all."
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Post by MAGGIE RENE EVANS on Sept 4, 2011 6:58:04 GMT
It was no time at all before Maggie tasted the warm blood. With each kill she was stronger and with each meal she became hungrier. Maggie was quiet the vicious eater despite her size. Her lips became coated in a darker shade of red as she she moved from neck to neck. What seemed like a job that would have taken hours had been accomplished within minutes by her. Her eyes darken as she dropped the final body and she closed her eyes trying hard to remember what the hell she was doing in an alley. It was if she had just woken up after a hard night of partying, her mind was slowly adjusting to her new surrounding and that was when her eyes opened and she saw him. Everything clicked then.
"I'm not supposed to be alive right now..." she whispered. Maggie became a blur before her lips met Luke's. Her legs wrapped around his waist after jumping up on him, kissing him with as much passion as she possibly could. She had missed him and she knew that denying her love for him would be completely idiotic. "You were real..." she moaned as she kissed down his neck. She didn't realize that she had been speaking french that whole time she had been on the cliff, her blurred memory of it had been in English. "I was so stupid..." she apologized as she looked into his eyes. There was nothing more that she wanted then to be with him forever. It was supposed to be that way since she breathed her last breath.
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Post by LUKE ANDREW JOHNSON on Sept 4, 2011 7:23:17 GMT
Luke watched the scene with a smirk on his face, his eyes never losing focus on Maggie as she slaughtered all the people in this area. The time she did it in was impressive, even to him. Not many vamps could be so young yet move so fast. Luke just stood there watching until finally Maggie let the last body drop and things clicked into place for her. His eyebrows furrowed but the smirk stayed as he gazed at her. "I'm not supposed to be alive right now..." Suddenly Maggie was kissing him with her legs wrapped around his waist, and all he could do was put his hands on her bum and hold her close. He had missed her so much and was glad she was back in his life. He loved her. "You were real..." Luke smiled as she spoke, the smile only growing as she kissed down his neck.
"I was so stupid..." They stared into each other's eyes and Luke held her close as he began kissing her with love and passion. He had so much love that he wanted to give her. He wanted to be her's and for her to be his. Luke Johnson actually loved Maggie Evans. "I love you," he gently kissed her neck, "and I would very much like for you to be my girl." Luke kissed her lips some more, his hand gripping onto her bum as he pressed into her slightly and held her close. "Let me be your man, my beautiful angel."
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Post by MAGGIE RENE EVANS on Sept 4, 2011 9:05:18 GMT
"I'm anything but an angel babe." she said in between her kisses. Each one was deepening as she took in his scent. It was one she would never forget,"I'm your little demon flapper...a killer...someone that loves to flirt with trouble. You hand picked me on the dance floor at a speak easy in Chicago." her hands grabbed his ass and she hopped down from him and pressed her body against his. She never wanted to lose him again. She had realized how stupid she was to have walked out on him that night. It didn't seem to matter anymore because now she had him back. For the first time in a long time Maggie was happy. She wanted to run through the streets with Luke, yelling from the top of her lungs that she was in love.
"I highly doubt angel was the first thing that crossed your mind when you saw me drunk and being a total slut. Angels don't have random passion sex with a vampire." she kissed his cheek bone and gave another smile. Everything about him set her on fire and she wanted him and only him. "I was lucky to have death show up at my door with fangs...more like I took him home and had a lot of fun with him."she winked before kissing him roughly. All her human life she had been searching for love secretly. Who would have known that in her undead life she would find it.
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Post by LUKE ANDREW JOHNSON on Sept 4, 2011 9:19:43 GMT
"I'm anything but an angel babe." They kissed with passion, Maggie speaking in between the kisses. He finally had his girl. Ever since the night that he had turned her he had wanted nothing more than to have her as his girlfriend. To be able to go to people and show her off to them. To say "this girl is mine," and just leave the men stunned about what they had lost out on. Maggie had the beauty, the personality and the charm. Luke loved her so much. I'm your little demon flapper...a killer...someone that loves to flirt with trouble. You hand picked me on the dance floor at a speak easy in Chicago." Her hands grabbed his ass and his grabbed her ass tighter as they pressed against each other, Luke holding Maggie close to him. For so long he had wanted this and now he finally had it.
"I highly doubt angel was the first thing that crossed your mind when you saw me drunk and being a total slut. Angels don't have random passion sex with a vampire." She was right there, he hadn't thought of her as being an angel... but he had started to want her when he first saw her. "I was lucky to have death show up at my door with fangs...more like I took him home and had a lot of fun with him." They kissed more and he held her as close as possible, not wanting to ever let her go. "Maggie, promise you will be faithful and love me for eternity." He stared deep into her eyes as he spoke.
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Post by MAGGIE RENE EVANS on Sept 5, 2011 1:40:05 GMT
"Maggie, promise you will be faithful and love me for eternity." She could see the passion in his eyes, the love that had always belong to her. Maggie had remembered seeing this same passion in the smoke filled speak easy that night in August of 1924. Luke's love seemed unwavering and it sickened her to think that she had almost lost it. Her fingers intertwined with him as she lifted his hand and kiss it gently. Her soft eyes met with his before a smile sweep over her pale and fair face. The fangs that had not once retracted, glistened slightly, venom still coating them from the kills she had made. "I promise..." she said softly, "I promise to love and be faithful to you Luke.". Her gaze broke briefly as her fingers traced down his check and jaw bone as if inspecting if the moment wasn't just a dream.
Her heart felt as though it was beating again, the blood warming as life began to slowly sneak back into her. She wouldn't have admitted to loving before that night. It was a unmentioned subject, a box that was never opened and often neglected but always acknowledged. A pain built up in her chest slowly. There was nothing she regretted more then hurting her love the night she denied him. It was as if all the heart ache from that night flashed before her eyes. The pain and agony that has been displayed on his face had been unbearable to her. She needed to promise herself that she would never put him through that again. Leaning in she took in his scent once more. It was a crisp scent of autumn and an old and cherished book. This scent grasped her as she dug her face into his shoulder and let out a few soft tears. An unspoken apology manifesting itself in a tight grasp to his chest and a apologetic sigh.
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Post by LUKE ANDREW JOHNSON on Sept 5, 2011 4:53:35 GMT
Luke stared into he eyes, loving her so much but remembering the night that he had changed her life. He had been so selfish to turn her for love. That was all he had wanted someone to love and to be able to have that love returned to him. It had been wrong of him to turn her just for that purpose but things were good now; they were happy and they were together. Life was perfect. His lover lifted his hand and gently kissed it and he smiled, his heart feeling as though it was beating again even though it hadn't for a very long time and never would again. Just the fact that he was feeling her love made him feel that little bit more human. "I promise... I promise to love and be faithful to you Luke." Maggie's fingers traced down his sneak and he couldn't help but do the same to her. This moment was one he would remember forever.
Everything in the past didn't matter now. It was the future that counted and as Maggie leaned in and then buried her face in his shoulder Luke felt like the luckiest man in the world. His hands placed on her back and he held her close to him, closing his eyes as he took in her scent. "There's no need to cry, Maggie. We have the rest of our lives together." One of his hands ran through her blonde hair and he smiled again before lifting her chin up so he could kiss her soft lips. "I love you." The smile that was crossing his face never faded as he leaned in closer and began to gently kiss her neck. "You had me from that very first moment when I saw you."
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