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| Topic Started: 21 Oct 2009, 01:29 (97 Views) | |
| Perfectly Imperfect | 21 Oct 2009, 01:29 Post #1 |
Insanity at it's finest
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You KNOW you want to click this... Brooke Worthington had decided she now hated humanity. Not just one part of it, no, it was the whole human population. She hadn't had actual contact with a fellow human in a month now. How could she? Ever since she had woken up at the morgue her face had been all over the news as the Dead But Alive Girl. No one, not even her parents would look at her without flinching and the college junior found herself in an abandoned apartment because her actual landlord kicked her out. She had seen humans during her month long exile, she had to. Two days into her freak-ism she learned that she needed blood, human blood. She had tried desperately at first to stop herself, but after those first few drops of a homeless man she learned she didn't have as much as a problem as most humans would. For her, there was hope when she read the news. More and more people were turning out to be like her and maybe, just maybe, they could ban together. How she was going to do that, she had no idea. Perhaps she would have to go back to school. |
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| TheZamboniKnight | 23 Oct 2009, 21:19 Post #2 |
The companion cube could kick Chuck Norris' ass.
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Francene Whitley, or Frankie as she grudgingly allowed herself to be known, stared up at the ceiling of her closet of a room. It had been a month since she woke up in the morgue. In the back of her mind she had been counting her long hours of solitude, a frighteningly exact ticker of her new life as a vampire. She'd never read about them having a freakishy accurate sense of the passing of time but knowing her luck it was probably just her. She knew there were others out there. That comforted her somewhat, but she still didn't like to go out. Vegetarians didn't eat animals; did that mean humans were allowed? The question plagued her. Frankie wasn't used to starving herself so long before she found an answer she'd had to feed. It had been a traumatic, unpleasant expieriance that she strove to forget. Her parents weren't much help. They housed her, but that whole 'love' thing seemed to have hidden itself away in a closet somewhere, not unlike herself actually. She had to get away from here. Not only was sulking her room getting old but she just couldn't stand to look at her parents any more. Save the whales, sure, but help their distraught and confused daughter? Noooooooo. Frankie thought about curling up on her side but couldn't find the energy to move. Just another day as a mythological creature... She almost missed school. Almost. It was bad enough being a human freak, but a vampire freak? She'd be eaten alive, pun intended, if they even let her back in. Her own friends probably would ditch her too thanks to their common interest in saving defenseless little animals from being eaten. Maybe she should find some of those jockheads who liked to eat greasy cheeseburgers in front of them and take a bite of him, see how he liked it. Heh. The thought surprised, disgusted, and appealed to her sense of poetic justice all at the same time. She could become one of those anti-hero things, crusading for the rights of animals by eating the people who ate them. Somehow, though, she didn't think it would be appreciated. |
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| Wildcard | 24 Oct 2009, 15:39 Post #3 |
The veil is thin.... I'm coming through!
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Like the others, Joss Douglas had awoken in a morgue. There had been a sudden rise in unexplained deaths and the coroner was thankfully far behind because it gave Joss time to, in a panic, punch his way through the door of his draw. He'd staggered out and looked around. While Joss was rarely the fastest runner out of the blocks, mentally speaking, he had grasped the turn of events pretty damn fast this time. Hungry. No, thirsty. Naked, not cold. Pale. Reanimate. Undead. He'd let out a raucous laugh and grabbed a nearby lab coat and checked a clock. Just past one in the morning. He was out of the hospital before anyone noticed he was gone and he knew what he needed: blood. It had been tricky; his first meal. He'd rushed a drunk couple as they headed for their front door from the taxi that had dropped them off. Thankfully, the timing was perfect and the taxi was out of site when he hit them. The woman had gone face down on the lawn when he'd punched her in the upper back and her man didn't have time to react when he took an elbow to the back of the neck. Joss had dragged them both inside and fed on both, careful not to drink too much from either. Avoiding fatal exsanguination (known to the layman as 'bleeding to death') of his victims meant a much less likely risk of getting caught or punished. A quick bite of his own tongue and licking the wounds made them clear right up. He wiped both their necks with rubbing alcohol to 'clean the site'. He raided the man's clothes for some decent gear and wound up with a black T-shirt and a pair of jungle camouflage cargo pants, finished with a pair of blue and white sneakers. He put the pair to bed and left without taking anything more. He memorised their address (Amazingly much easier to do now) and spent the rest of the night running around and climbing things as if he were a seasoned traceur or urban explorer. The following weeks had been good to him. His family were a bit weird about it but that was fine, he spent little time with them anyway. His job as a warehouse hand at a local supermart was put on hold until they could sort out how they could legally employ a dead guy, but he was smart enough to have saved a little money. |
 I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat. - JOB, Chapter 30, verses 29-30  Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz. | |
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| mouse | 30 Oct 2009, 23:07 Post #4 |
Sparkly Vulcan Fairy
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Life had changed surprisingly little for Emma Taylor in the week since she'd become a vampire. Her parents were still away on another "business trip," she still took three hours to do her make up every morning, and and she still spent most of the afternoon on the phone with her friends (most of which still thought she was human). Emma currently sat in her living room next to the woman who came to take care of the house every few days, yammering into the glittery white rectangle that was her cell phone. "You've been gone like forever! You're not one of them are you?" asked Amy, the captain of the cheerleading team. "No! Of course not! That's super gross, Amy! I just took a few days off to go shopping and stuff. You know, while my parents are gone." "Ooh! Anything good?" Emma grinned and tucked a stray lock of cornsilk hair behind her ear, turning her head to look at the house sitter. The woman was slumped against the foot of the couch, her head bent limply forward. There was a tiny glint as a piece of jewelry mostly obscured by her collar caught what little light was still in the room. Emma pushed the woman's head back with a finger and slid off the couch to sit in front of her, grinning as she popped the golden chain off of her neck and dangled it in front of her own eyes. "I found the most amazing necklace." "What's it look like?" She tilted her head to get a better look. Most of the chain was covered in blood, as was the pendant. She placed the latter into her mouth and sucked it clean, then looked at it again. "It's gold with rubies, and it's got a little flower hanging from it. It's a little dirty, but I got it for cheap." "Oh. Cool! You're gonna have to let me see it!" A knock on the door caught Emma's attention. It sounded as if someone were playing drums in the same room. Too loud. She hoped she could get used to that. Her smile grew wider as she remembered who was supposed to come over today. "Hey, Amy, I'm gonna have to go. My food just got here." "Alright. Talk to you la-" Emma took the phone away from her ear, turned it off, and threw it onto the couch, then headed to the door. She opened it to see who she had expected. Jack, one of her many ex-boyfriends. He looked hopeful. Perfect. "Ah, hey, Emma. It's been weeks. I thought you didn't want to see me anymore." "Don't be silly, darling. I can change my mind. I did it before." She stepped aside to let him in, licking her lips as he passed. The door slammed shut with the slightest flick of her wrist, and soon they were both out of view of the windows. "You have anything to eat in here?" "Yes, as a matter of fact. I do." Edited by mouse, 30 Oct 2009, 23:11.
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| Perfectly Imperfect | 6 Nov 2009, 21:35 Post #5 |
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Insanity at it's finest
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So going back to school was a bad idea. Not just a "Oh, this is rougher than I though," but a "I need to get out of here before something worse happens" kind of thing. Every movement she made seemed to create whispers, stares, and points and she couldn't take a step without someone flinching. Whenever Brooke tried to confront someone with their behavior they seemed to walk away as fast as possible. That was the issue, then. No one was going to talk to her and let her tell them that she wasn't going to pounce on them and kill them. So, because of that, she had to stumble around her school trying to figure out what she had missed while everyone talked about her. It wasn't like she couldn't hear them now, she had super hearing for the love of God. She needed to feed to get rid of all this stress, that's what she needed. So she left. Why should she stay at school and deal with it? No, she went to an alley downtown, her usual spot when it came to feeding time. |
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| Wildcard | 18 Nov 2009, 01:59 Post #6 |
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The veil is thin.... I'm coming through!
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Whatever had made Joss become a vampire, it had left out the 'vulnerable to sunlight' issue. He still wasn't a fan of the daylight hours but then, he never really had been. He was really just grateful for the fact that he didn't sparkle in sunlight. If he did, he'd of had to stake himself through the heart and decapitate himself. He was running through the town as he often did these days when he smelt something unusual and yet familiar: another vampire. He didn't quite know how he knew the smell but he did. It was a pleasant smell to him, too. He changed his direction and made his way towards the smell, dropping down into the same alley Brooke was in. "Hey, how's it going kindred?" |
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I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat. - JOB, Chapter 30, verses 29-30 Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz. | |
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| Raksha | 18 Nov 2009, 17:54 Post #7 |
What makes you so interesting that I should spar your life?
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Rashel had only woken up a few days ago from the morgue. She was one of the few unlucky nurses that had gotten exposed to the so called virus during the experiment. She remembered only flashes of what happened, things haven’t cleared for her yet. She had wondered around the city at night, trying her hardest not to feed on everyone that walks by a dark alley. She has been doing well so far, leaving her “victims” with enough blood to recuperate and live. She dares not to go back to the hospital for fear of the others trying to kill her or even worse, do more experiments. She sighed as she traveled down this particularly lonely street towards her home. It was deep within the woods, a nice sizable mansion for herself. It’s not too big that she can’t do all the work by herself, since she did not want servants or whatnot. She got out her keys and opened her door, but she didn’t hear the click for when a lock unlocks… She swallowed a growl that was threatening to release in her throat. She could smell the fresh hot blood in her home; so she licked her lips and jumped. Her hands grabbed the stair railings and lifted herself over the ledge and landed without a sound on her marble floors. She followed the scent of the blood into her bedroom. All of her family treasures were hidden in her closet, and that’s where the scent led her. The growl had escaped from her and it echoed through the house as she struck. No one! Absolutely no one touches her family treasures…the robber was as dry as the desert when she had buried him at the cemetery in the dead of night. She didn’t smile, but instead she frowned. Another murder to go on the list…at least in her mind. Maybe he lived alone and no one knew him, hopefully that was true, but with her luck, it seemed unlikely. She sighed as she threw on the last patch of dirt and covered the area with neat little patches of grass. It was ten that she had heard a slight noise of someone running…someone running very fast. She caught a scent and calculated that it was no human or animal…so who else could it be? She threw the shovel in one of the nearby bushes that hid the thing, no handle showing or anything and tried to follow after. It wasn’t really that hard with the fact that her speed easily matched his. She stopped a few feet away. “So you are one of the few as well?” |
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