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Post by CORBIN ROSE HALLOWAY on Sept 8, 2011 6:08:31 GMT
"Give me three more please." There was tension and she hated it. It almost made her want to wear a bag over her head. Were they looking at her with curious eyes because she was the queen or because they had heard the news that her abilities as ruler being questioned? It would figure that something of that nature would make front page news. Queen faces charges. it was the kind of headline her kind would flock too. After all they had all been human at one point, and humans all had a nasty habit of feeding off those who were failing. They thrived on loses, on drama. This was indeed both. Throwing back her head she chased her deadened feeling down with three shots and some of the best blood in the house. To her having a bit of Alcohol was the only thing that would keep her from losing it.
"More..." with a slight gasp she brought the glass down from her lips and slammed it on the table. She was inhaling her drinks so fast that she barely gave herself time to breath....or whatever her undead body did. Eating away at her was the thoughts of how she would apporch her true death, if indeed that was to come about from this all. Would she be staked? Dragged out into the sun? Shot with a wooden bullet? Burnt to death? She was making herself sick from all the thinking. Her eyes sunk slightly as worry began to take over. She hated this.
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Post by justjess on Sept 9, 2011 18:52:13 GMT
I remember my ‘death‘, how could I ever forget it when the nightmares visited me each time I slept. People back in my old town had assumed that the fall from my horse had killed, but that wasn’t the truth at all.
“get up” I urged my dark bay stallion forward and pressed my heels into his sides. It was vital that the cure I had just gathered got the hospice as fast as possible. Last night a man had come in with a raging fever and died only a few hours later, this morning I had been awoken to a messenger delivering the news that half of the patients were delirious with the same fever and the ingredients for a cure could not be gotten in time to save them. I had set out there and then knowing I had to do all in my power to ensure as many people as possible survived. The ingredients were easy enough to gather, but it had been half a days ride to get them and now my steed was too tired to complete the return journey at the same speed, but ever the willing servant he kept going, he seemed to sense my urgency and lengthened his stride accordingly, that horse would give his all to me, his desire to comply with his rider made him a great mount, and right now I was grateful to him.
“come on my boy, we have to make it”, I spoke soothingly to him, I could feel him faltering but I was only a few miles from home now and there was no way we could stop. Just the woods to go. I slowed to fast trot so we could navigate the trees in the dim light given by the moon. Suddenly he reared. I threw my weight forward so he wouldn’t go over backwards and I waited until his feet were firmly back on the ground before looking around to see what had cause such a reaction in my usually calm horse. I couldn’t see anything but the damn horse refused to move forward. Hating myself for what I was about to do I snapped a thin branch from a tree and used it as a crop. With a surprised snort he took off at a canter. “Shit” I’d lost my stirrup and was thrown off balance when the horse spooked, I grabbed a handful of mane to steady myself when he bucked and swerved at the same time, resulting in us both falling to the floor. I landed on the hard ground with my horse on top me, and I hit my head hard on a rock. Fighting to stay awake hurt so I gave in to the blackness.
I remember thinking that was it. Death. Not at all what I’d imagined but not completely unpleasant. I was almost disappointed when my eyes opened, making me realize I’d just passed out. My horse had managed to get up and had disappeared, hopefully he’d gone home and people would come looking for me when they noticed he was riderless. The rest of the evening was spent drifting in and out of conciseness. When I awoke for the final time I couldn’t help but notice how dark it was. I never heard the laughter until it was too late”.
I took my whiskey like a shot, cursing that it no longer had the same effect as when I was human, but even going through the motions of drinking was soothing in a way. If I could truly drink away that memory I would be a very happy vampire indeed, the memory of my last human moments were etched into my brain and it served as a permanent reminder of what I had become. In life I was a caring and compassionate individual, my time had been dedicated to helping and healing. Now? Now I was cold hearted ruthless murdering monster and as much as I despised myself because of it, I also kind of liked how this vampiric life had turned out for me and saw no reason to change my wicked ways.
The florescent light bulbs in this joint was starting to hurt my head, the solution? Another whiskey. “Double whiskey please.” Just because I was a member of the undead it didn’t mean I could forget my manners. I handed over payment as the barman passed me my drink, this time I didn’t down it in one. I held in my hands as I surveyed the room around me. The happy coupled holding hands and gazing at each other from across the table made me feel physically unwell. Upon seeing no suitable prey I raised my glass ad drank half of the contents. As the whiskey made its way down my throat I silently considered heading out now, its wasn’t too late and I’d still probably be able to find a decent snack before dawn. Realising that I really wasn’t in the mood for hunting I sighed.
Fighting the very human urge to yawn I glanced around, yawning was a habit I had gotten into when I had to pretend to be human, before we vampires became public knowledge. I did a double take. Was that the queen I saw? “You’re losing your mind old fella’” What the queen would be doing in a bar downtown was beyond me right now, chances were it wasn’t her, and right now I really couldn’t be bothered to find out. Getting on the wrong side of the royal family was something I didn’t fancy doing just yet. It hadn’t been long ago that I’d moved into Jamerson Falls, and while I was planning on moving on eventually I didn’t want to be forced into that decision and made to flee like a coward!
I shifted my gaze back onto the possible queen person. I watched as she ordered three shots and downed them one after the other, then ordered more. As a vampire I didn’t like helping humans, don’t get me wrong, I did it all be it begrudgingly, humans were weak and I despised weakness. But my compassionate nature had not died along with the rest of my humanity, and there was something eating at the woman before me. I jumped off my seat and slowly made my way to take the seat next to my possible queen. Royal family or not, I couldn’t walk away and leave her, not if she needed someone. Once I’d taken my new seat I ordered another whiskey. Which a quick glance towards my neighbour I spoke “evening.”
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Post by CORBIN ROSE HALLOWAY on Sept 11, 2011 8:39:18 GMT
Corbin hadn't realized that the unoccupied seat next to her was soon taken until she heard a greeting. Placing down her empty shoot glass she turned to him and give a slight smile. "Evening." was about as much of a reply she could think of not fully knowing the full intentions of her newest neighbor. Whether they were there out of pure curiosity or there to criticize her for the charges she had been placed under she didn't know. A wave of slight confusion crossed her face before she quickly turned to the bar tender and ordered a few more shots hoping that her vulnerabilities weren't as transparent as she thought they were.
She felt a few more curious eyes boring into her as she brought a few more glasses up to her lips. The bartender looked nervous as he watched. As if he was wondering what exactly the queen was going to do next. More then anything she wanted to just blend in but it seemed like a lost cause considering she was one of the talks of the town at that time. "I think it's about time I have something else." she said softly pushing the glasses back. With a nod the bar tender placed a chilled glass of crimson in front of her almost as if he had been anticipating her to order that at any minute. Taking a few sips the queen turned back to the man. "I suppose you are wondering if I am her or not." She assumed he would know what she meant. Corbin was at least used to the attention, although tonight she could have done without it. "I indeed am." she said lowering her voice.
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