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Post by † Teleristy Elodie † on Nov 5, 2006 10:43:56 GMT -5
It was too noisy to sleep, so I’ve gotten up As I look around, the only landmarks I can see are red neon lights This is a grey country, you’re not there outside the window This is a grey country, I’m not there in the mirror How long would she be gone? How far away would she go?
Teleristy couldn't answer those questions as the servant stood before her and asked them. She merely shrugged. "He need not know those things." The servant gave her a questioning look. "But will not the master be upset? Will he not worry about you, Your Highness?" Teleristy smirked and chuckled to herself bitterly. "And if he should care? If he should worry? What is it to me? Why should I be burdened by a pile of 'what if's? That is why I am leaving. To escape all of the questions I have to answer. To give myself time to relax and sort things out. To stop going mad. If it proves a problem for him - which it shouldn't given his recent behavior or lack there of - then he may take it up with me when I see him next. If I see him ever again."
"Your Highness does not plan on coming back?" The woman seemed anxious as that fact dawned on her. Teleristy shrugged. "No, I do not plan on coming back, but I might. We'll just have to take it a day at a time." She stood from her vanity chair, her honey hair falling in waves over her bare shoulders as she walked to her armoire and opened the doors. She pulled out a green long sleeved cotton shirt and yanked it on over her head. It fell just off her shoulders and so she pulled out a black sweatshirt as well and slid it on for more warmth. She then pulled on some dark wash jeans and black boots. "So I'm going now. Give him that letter for me, would you?" She smiled weakly, motioning to a letter on her vanity. Feeling a small wave of regret pass over her she pulled her hood up over her head and shoved her hands in her pockets.
When I head out to town, everyone, yeah, everyone’s in a hurry It hurts that I seem to be being ignored by the several-hundredth person Every day is a battle and there’s nobody to rescue me I know…That much I know The sun surely won’t appear in this sky But I want to change something, even if it’s just these days that are passing me by All the time, even as the hand of my willpower gently held me back I was searching for a little, little, love, love If the antenna in me picks up on you at this moment It’ll give me a reason for living on this planet
That letter might be the last contact she'd ever have with Mortifer... or anyone in the forest for that matter. It wasn't anything spectacular. All it said was:
Dear Mortifer,
Going away. Don't know how long or to where yet, but I trust you'll take good care of things while I'm gone. Make sure none of the other royalty screws up or gets injured.
Always,
Teleristy Alitia Elodie (Pendragon)
Short and lacking of sweetness. Signed with her full name as she had known it before - with a slight adjustment of parenthetical notation around her... well... that wasn't important. In the letter there wasn't even an 'I love you'. It wasn't because she didn't love him. It was because she didn't want to leave all those emotional attachments behind. A clean break. It should be easy enough for him. He had lived without her for millenii and recently because of her behavior... "And his!" she growled at herself mid thought... they hadn't been around eachother much but he didn't seem to be suffering too much. He'd get by without her again.
The servant curtsied low and Tele nodded her head as she walked out of her room and soon out of the forest completely. She headed for the muggle world where it would be harder for people to figure out who she was. In the wizarding world where creatures took refuge many knew her and others could figure out she was a vampiress too quickly. In the muggle world there were fewer creatures and the humans didn't have much knowledge in that area. She boarded a train, not exactly sure where it would take her, but she decided to ride it to the end of the line. She sat in her seat, curled up and staring out at the dusty blue sky of late evening while other passengers continued to shuffle about and situate themselves. Was she really going to leave and not come back? Well it wasn't positive that she'd never go back. If things settled down then she'd be home again in no time.
I bought an apple, enticed by the green aroma it was giving off But for some reason I couldn’t talk about it once This is a grey country, yeah, time doesn’t change its rhythm This is a grey country, even the air doesn’t breathe anymore I’ve had days when I‘ve been choked by tears at the scent of another human being When I dropped my cellphone on the platform and you picked it up for me Even as the hand of my willpower gently held me back I felt my first little love, love, after all If I could slice through the darkness right now, with the sword inside me And meet you I’d love living on this planet, surely…
Home. Was that really what she considered the forest? No not the forest. Being with Mortifer was home. She grimaced and yanked her hood over her head more, to cover her eyes that became watery all of a sudden. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned her head against the cold window pane. Why should she feel that way? Why should she feel so horrible about leaving him behind? They hadn't spoken much recently - mainly because Teleristy was afraid of them fighting as she was belligerent lately. Her madness made her hate Mortifer one moment and then... it disappeared and she was back to normal again the next. It was madness. Madness like Adelaide had... was this just her mind overloading with grief from her little sister's death? Her mind playing tricks and going mad just like Adelaide in a way of... staying close?
Teleristy closed her eyes, which were probably rimmed in red as she had started to cry despite trying not to. She took a deep shuddering breath and curled up tighter in her seat as the conductor made a last call for all passengers to get on board who weren't yet. She felt antsy and indecisive. She still had time to get off, but no, she would hold fast to her seat. It was best for everyone if Teleristy left - even for a little while. No good could come of her staying when she was unable to take care of herself let alone anyone else. With a soft sigh she even laughed a bit. It was just like the last time she left. Then it was because she was dying, now it was because she was going insane.
Would she ever get better? Would she ever go back? Would Mortifer care?
Teleristy couldn't answer those questions. She didn't want to answer those questions because her mind wouldn't let her create good ideas for them. They were all dark and depressing. She wanted to go back. She wanted Mortifer to care. She wanted Mortifer... Teleristy held back a sob as her chest seized in agony and hit her held against the glass a couple times. "I am so stupid." She muttered softly to the reflection she could see - one that hardly even looked like her anymore.What part of the sky are you under? I’m under this part of the sky If the antenna in me picks up on you at this moment It’ll give me a reason for living on this planet[/center]
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Post by Morgan C. Langois on Nov 6, 2006 21:56:58 GMT -5
Morgan: blonde hair, red eyes. He was fairly tall, and had a fair amount of muscle, not too much though. He sported a black hat, a leather jacket, and dark jeans - he overall looked pretty mischevious, but maybe one would find that enchanting. He stroked some blonde hair away from his eyes, revealing their true intensity. The settled upon a certain body, she seemed to be crying, or close to it. His were made of an all too familiar red, they seemed speckled with sorrow, but with years of training maintained a harsh outlook.
His presence was strong, yet ever so slick, for he slid in beside the vampiress with such quick movements he almost went unnoticed. He felt the need to ask her what was wrong - he'd never forgive himself if he didn't. He removed his hat, and flicked his hair so it went flailing across his forehead, his carmine eyes lined with a deep concern, and a semi-comforting smile splitting his lips.
Morgan then asked, "Hello there, I must ask, are you alright?" his voice was like velvet, coming out in a smooth, even tone, in attempt to soothe this poor vampiress' agony. Yes he knew, every bit of her being spoke 'vampire' to him. He never questioned his knowledge of the vampire species. Why, he was one himself. Pale skin, cannibalistic characteristics. He could see it through her eyes - and what pretty eyes she had. Would he miss those?
"I hate to intrude, but I can't allow you to be miserable," misery was such a fun thing to inflict upon a human, but a vampiress in this state simply made him cringe. They should hold themselves high, and with a good amount of pride. He didn't want to see her sad, not at all. So he would try to lighten her mood. He did not want to impose on too great of a level, but perhaps he'd have to.
Watching her, he smoothed down the sleeves of his leather jacket, his tongue licking his pearly white fangs - there was no need to hide them. He hoped that she could tell he was a vampire. She probably could, he knew that she was powerful. It would not be hard for someone just meeting her to miss.
His hard carmine eyes moved away from her for a moment, simply to swoop across his surroundings. The train was fairly empty. He had not much of a purpose on coming here - not one that anyone would know of, not even her, but once he realized this vampiress was boarding the train he quickly made a beeline to follow.
Where was she going?
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Post by † Teleristy Elodie † on Nov 7, 2006 8:33:41 GMT -5
It seemed like forever before the train slowly started to move. Once it had though Teleristy started to calm down a little. She resigned herself to the fact that she couldn't go back now. She'd have to at least get to the end of the line before she ran home like a baby. She cringed at her own weakness. Teleristy had never been one to find her emotions to be a burden. She had never found them a weakness, but a strength. Until now. Now they hindered her lifestyle and she couldn't forgive them.
She'd never wish to be a killer. A coldhearted killer just didn't appeal to Teleristy. Except for Mortifer... but he wasn't really that coldhearted once you got to know him. If Teleristy could say she knew him. She sighed and sat up a little straighter. As she was lost in thoughts she wished didn't exist she was joined by someone else. When they spoke her heart leapt and she spun in her seat. "Mort----." She stopped and felt her heart sink as the person beside her was not Mortifer. "I'm sorry... I thought you were someone else for a moment." She said sourly.
She took in his appearance, blonde hair, red eyes. She lingered on the red eyes as she thought of Mortifer's sanguine irises. She looked away a moment to clear her head and then turned back. He even wore a hat... Mortifer never parted with his hat. Teleristy growled and turned away again. "Ugh... I'm sorry, again." Why was everything reminding her of Mortifer. Finally the boy's words sank in and she took a deep breath, not quite turning back to him yet.
"I'm fine. Nothing is wrong. Well, maybe something is wrong... but if anything is wrong it's my mind." She rubbed her head, taking her hood down and shaking out her honey tresses, smoothing the flyaways from the static of her sweatshirt. She chanced a look back at him, focusing on nothing in particular this time. She could sense that he was a vampire - even if she had missed the unusual red eyes or the fangs that she now caught a glimpse of as he ran his tongue over them. Taking a deep breath she relaxed a little more. Why was it that while she had planned on escaping her kind to clear her thoughts, being around them felt so much better?
Was that what she had really needed? Being around those she was trying to avoid? Would it have cured her... or would it have just made it easier for her to slip into insanity? Would it have just made her let her guard down. She rolled her eyes at her own internal questions. Then she held out her hand towards the boy, her long delicate fingers moving only once to draw attention and invite him to take her hand. "Teleristy Elodie, and you are?" She introduced herself shortly. No need for titles or anything. Indeed she wanted to stay away from the fact that she was a queen of a vampire coven.
It often drew unwanted advances and attention in general. So troublesome. She accidentally met his eyes again and shuddered as she thought of Mortifer once more. "I'll be honest. You're not exactly who I had hoped would sit next to me, but you're close enough." Perhaps a little too close because he made Tele want Mortifer all the more and she couldn't get to him. Pathetic. For once she found her human feelings, her wants and needs, pathetic. She hated them and wanted them gone. However she knew if they got pushed aside that she would regret her decision - even if she didn't know that she did.
((Blah... lame. Sorry.))
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Post by Morgan C. Langois on Nov 9, 2006 19:37:29 GMT -5
He waited patiently for a response from Teleristy, hoping silently to get answers as to why this vampiress would be on a Muggle train. Then again, he was a vampire on a Muggle train, but his reasons would not be announced - hopefully not ever. Somebody may hurt him... His attention had strayed, but he quickly snapped back as her voice came, calling a name that he would play unfamiliar to him. Dissapointment seemed to show on her face, and he had to bite back a smile, instead he nodded solemnly. "Of course...I do apologize for not being that person," he said sweetly, with his dark rust colored eyes gleaming in a very unhuman way. She was now growling, and he only wished that he would have raked through the privacy of her brain to know what was going on. But he would not do that, it wasn't proper, instead he let her try to express her thoughts. Or hide them, whatever she chose. "That's fine..." he said, with his silky voice, licking those fangs once more. "Oh well, a vampire could never be too sane, for we are indeed cannibals - cannibals are not sane..." he talked to her not trying to hide the fact that he knew she was a vampiress. With the way his tongue teased at his teeth, it was obvious he wasn't hiding being one of the undead, either. After many years of living as a vampire, Morgan felt no need to hide his true identity - only when victimizing upon prey. His hand maneuvered quickly to meet her hands, and he took her porcelain fingers into his hand, placing a gentle kiss upon her knuckles, much like that of the old days. Perhaps she would be familiar with this gesture? He pulled away, raptured by the simple connection, exhaling a breath he let go of her hand, smiling at her sweetly. "I am Morgan Langois, and it is a pleasure to make your aquaintance," he said in his melodic tone. "Who were you expecting?" he pried gently, perhaps she was closer to him than she thought. {it's not lame at all. }
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Post by † Teleristy Elodie † on Nov 9, 2006 21:06:10 GMT -5
A gentleman - in a sense. She chuckled to herself as she watched the vampire take up her hand and kiss her knuckles. She smiled sadly a moment, missing Mortifer's lips against her skin. She wondered why this vampires kiss to her hand made her think of that. Mortifer never kissed her hand. Other places sure, but she couldn't recall one incident in which he acted like a gentleman. Of course that made Teleristy smirk as she took back her hand that the vampire let go of.
"Perhaps vampires can not be too sane, but I feel uncomfortable feeling as insane as I do. Anyway, yes, it's a pleasure Mor...gan..." She sighed gently, looking away out the window at the passing scenery. She was silent a moment while she wondered if she should be honest about who she was expecting. "It was so much that I was expecting someone. I've learned not to expect much from anyone... let alone..." Tele stopped herself, that would seem mean. It wasn't that Mortifer was unreliable - quite the opposite. It's just that in her time she learned that expecting anything from those you love normally turned out badly in the end.
"I... just wished that it was..." The name stuck in her throat. She cleared it softly and tried again. "Mortifer. He's... uh..." She smiled involuntarily at the thought of him though it was shaky. She missed him already. "Well I don't know what he is exactly. The others in my coven consider him a pet, ha, but I suppose he's really more my boyfriend. That term sounds so human though."
Tele unzipped her sweatshirt and pulled it off, tossing it across to the seat facing her. She stretched out a bit in her seat and rubbed her stiff neck. A man walked by slowly up the aisle and Tele had to stop breathing in so she was tempted by his scent. Her blood thirst had gotten out of control as her stabilty of mind slipped through her fingers. Once the man was out of the compartment she took in a small breath again, though she didn't need to. It just fet better to her.
She glanced back at Morgan. "So where are you going?" She figured she'd ask. Even if she didn't know what she was doing she could wonder what others had in mind.
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Post by Morgan C. Langois on Nov 12, 2006 18:33:11 GMT -5
Of course Morgan was a gentleman, being raised in a certain era had made him just that. He hadn't had a choice in the matter - he could have always changed, but he'd always pictured a vampire to be a gentleman, someone slick. So he sort of chose to play that role. Or, at least he was bringing it out now. A bit of a disguise? He could almost chuckle aloud at the irony of that silent statement.
"No, no of course not," he said, glad she wasn't alarmed that he knew. Surely she would have suspected another vampire to be able to tell one of his own from a human? Then again, he'd had previous experience. So in a sense he'd cheated. He watched her carefully as she almost had another name on her tongue, it was sad, really. He cocked his head to the side, he felt bad for this vampire she talked about...a stab to the heart, for sure. He wasn't very dependent, apparently. "That's...a shame," he said, trying to compose his voice to be the slick and sly he'd obtained.
"Oh so you two are having trouble...and you're leaving?" he asked her sweetly, though his heartrate increased, he should have known. He couldn't think more on the subject though, because he didn't want her to read his thoughts.
He watched for a minute as she undid her sweat shirt, but turned away, and smiled at absolutely nothing. A broken smile, for sure. "I don't know where I'm going...just needed to get away, wander a bit, I suppose, I think I'm looking for something, someone," he said idly, trying to make his reason for being her sound passive. Did he succeed? Surely, he was an old vampire, he knew how to act. He smiled almost coyly, but that was surely an act.
"So why are you leaving...this...Mortifer guy?" it sounded funny to him to say that. If only everyone could know the joke. But it still hurt; bittersweet.
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Post by † Teleristy Elodie † on Nov 12, 2006 19:56:27 GMT -5
Teleristy started when he asked if they were having trouble. She wanted to jump up and deny it. 'No! We're not having trouble!' But... they were. However it was Tele's fault. She looked down at the floor of the train, sadness chiseled into her porcelain skin, seeping from her ocean colored eyes. Leaking... she felt tears running down her cheeks.
Teleristy raised a hand to her face and wiped at her tears with a few fingers. They came back glisening and she frowned at them. She then caught the vampire's words and looked at him just as he turned back and asked her why she was leaving Mortifer. "I don't want to hurt him." She said plainly. It was ironic really. She was probably hurting him by leaving. If he cared at all for her. "I've been feeling so off... I go between normal where I love him... to wrong... where I hate him."
"I keep reverting back to the old me... the me from before I was human." She furrowed her brow and then laughed. "I'm sure that makes no sense to you. I... I was human. Mortifer turned me. I lived hating him for thousands of years. Then something happened and I turned mortal. I died. My sister resurrected me, but I was human. Mortifer came back. Somewhere along the way I fell in love with my ex-enemy and then... well needless to say things went downhill and Mortifer had to re-sire me."
"There, long story short." She looked back out the window where the sky had turned to a velvety indigo speckled with stars. "So now I'm going between this vampire me and the old vampire me. The one that... that would have killed him if I hadn't the restraint. The restraint I'm lacking now in my unstableness. I fear... I fear I might try and kill him. I don't want to. I really don't."
Teleristy found herself in tears again, pouring down her cheeks in rivers. She sobbed openly, which caused the few eyes in the car to turn to her. She grabbed her sweatshirt and covered her face with it, but the tears kept flowing. She could hear a man whispering to another - the other two passengers in the car - about how strange she was. Saying she was probably crying over a broken nail. She stood and threw her sweatshirt down again with a growl. "You arrogant son of a bitch! I'll show you a broken nail."
She advanced on him quickly with deadly grace. Snatching him up by the collar she hissed, her fangs quite visible now, and brought his face inches from her own. He shuddered in her grasp as the other man tried to pry her off, she batted him away with ease, right over the seat. She the turned back to the man in her grasp and lowered her fangs to his neck. Just as they punctured though she drew back with a cry and shoved him away, falling backwards on the floor.
She clenched her head in her hands and screamed in frustration. "This! This is the problem! This is why I left! I can't keep going between the extremes. If I'm going to kill why must a part of me regret it? If I'm going to regret then why must i find myself ready to kill?" She turned to Morgan, her eyes burning with fury. It wasn't like he could answer her questions, but she wondered if now he understood why she left. "I don't want to do that to Mortifer. I don't want him to see me like this."
"I mean sure... Mortifer seems to be the ruthless killing type, but... I don't know. I've never seen him kill, but he at least has the deceny not to do it in my presence if he does... Plus... I mean... he says he loves me. Which if he does then he loves me the way I am... was. The anti-killing me. I think." She sighed and dropped her head back down, still cowering on the floor. The men were frozen - unconcious - where Tele had let them land.
She stood slowly, her knees shaking. She held the seats as she made her way back to Morgan and sat in her spot again. "Or maybe I'm scared to know he doesn't love me like that... that he wants a killer... or doesn't want me at all. That he... I don't know. I just don't want to be insane and I don't want Mortifer to see me insane!" Tele leaned her head against the window and curled into her seat, her arms locked tightly about her. She wished she had Mortifer there now - he always made her feel better. His touch... it soothed her. If he was there now though - she would feel ashamed.
To need him so badly. To be so dependant on him. When had she lost her own will? How long ago had she lost her ability to stand on her own? When had she given in to his strength? It sickened her and yet she could not stop herself from wanting his arms around her. Tele closed her eyes and hugged herself tighter, her nails digging into her creamy skin and maring it with ruby colored gashes. Blood pooled in small drops under her fingertips, but Tele only felt relief in the minimal pain.
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Post by Morgan C. Langois on Nov 15, 2006 10:12:31 GMT -5
He watched with almost a pained expression as her face went from calm to shattered, and tears started to form in her eyes, and streamed down her cheeks. He didn't mean to make her that upset, but he just had to know. Ouch, that must be a rather rocky relationship, he wasn't aware of what was going on, and now he knew why that would be bothering her. But Morgan had to wonder, was running really the answer? He'd tried that before, and he'd only wound up right back where he started.
"That would cause problems..." he gently added in, but quiet enough to allow her to continue. It did make sense to him, but of course he let her explain it. He liked the sound of her sweet voice, and perhaps that would be gone sooner than he'd wanted it to? "Oh wow that does sound like quite the hectic life to live," Morgan said, nodding slightly, processing all of the information. It must have been a long story, and he knew for a fact she did a good job of summarizing it.
"I see, so you're running away from him so you don't kill him," he stated, it was half of a question, but he was pretty sure that he was right on. So she'd really just kill him, maybe? That was kind of scary - for if she would kill him, Morgan slightly questioned his safety. But he could take her - not that he'd want to...
Morgan badly wanted to reach out, and wrap the poor crying girl in his arms, tell her it was ok...but, they'd 'just met' and that wouldn't be proper, would it? So instead he just attempted a sympathetic look, but it probably looked more evil than anything. He wasn't used to twisting his face into any form of sympathy. "I kind of know what you're going through," he added in, with a small smile that seemed almost foreign. "I have had something similar going on," he said gently, but perhaps that was too much information. He realized it was time to stop while he was ahead, he wouldn't want her questioning him too much. He was quite secretive - for now, anyway.
He had also picked out what the other people were saying, and he knew before the growl emitted from Teleristy's throat that she was going to harm, or kill them. He could tell she wasn't in a good mood, and anyone else pushing her any closer to the edge would surely be...terminated. Vampires weren't usually calm enough to handle people talking lightly about them, questioning their strengths.
Morgan watched with a rather sly smile on his lips as she easily rid herself of the problem. He tilted the head to the side as she yelled in a rather exasperated tone, now on the floor.
The amusement left his face, and he now watched her in horror. It was a shame to see her go through this, especially when he couldn't help her - he wasn't in the position to help her. What could he do? He couldn't hug her or anything, she'd probably do with him what she did to the other two men. Morgan gently clasped his hand over hers, and pried her nails out of her skin, the scent of blood certainly made him more alert, and he gently licked his lips... "Hurting yourself isnt going to help anything..." he told her quietly, gently releasing her hand, watching her with curiosity and a rather deranged expression.
"You should stop worrying, I...maybe he loves you just the way you are, no matter if you are a killer or just a human, if he loved you as a human, and he changed you into a vampire, it sure sounds like he liked you no matter what.." he offered her his insight, hopefully it would mean something, anything.
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Post by † Teleristy Elodie † on Nov 30, 2006 19:21:54 GMT -5
Teleristy turned to Morgan, shaking her head. Her honey lockes fell again and again over her shoulders as her face turned from side to side. "I... you're probably right... but I don't want to be a killer. I don't want to be a killer!" She sniffled and placed her hand on her forehead as she felt a headache set in. The pain drew towards her skull from all directions and pushed down in a sudden jolt that made the muscles in her head throb.
"I love him so much. I love Mortifer so much. We've already had so many problems and I don't want to bring about more. I will fight myself until the very end and I will be unpleasant to be around and... I'll ruin everything again." Teleristy leaned over and clutched her head as the headache washed over her again. This time it stayed and Tele's brow furrowed and tears stung her eyes once more. She was tolerant to pain but this was bad. A migraine was the worst.
Sometimes her gift from Ni-Terat to feel like a human as a vampire was a nuissance. She massaged her temples and sat back up, trying to ignore the pulsing. She looked out the window and then at Morgan, trying to put on a smile though she ended up sneering more than anything else. "I miss him. It sucks to not see him. I... I want to go back to him even if I have to run all the way there. However I... I can't. I know I can't. If only for the fact that I'm stubborn and that would show weakness and all that."
Teleristy laughed half-heartedly, but followed it with a sigh. "Have you ever loved someone like that?" She asked, looking at Morgan only briefly. "It's rare isn't it... especially for vampires... I thought I'd ask though. So have you? Have you ever loved someone so much you'd drop everything to go to them, you nearly die being torn by between protecting them and wanting them..." She hung her head. She wasn't really making sense and she was rambling on stupidly. She couldn't help it though... not when Morti was involved.
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Post by Morgan C. Langois on Dec 9, 2006 0:04:03 GMT -5
Morgan didn't know what he could do. Had he 'known' the girl longer he would have wrapped his arms about her, and tried to soothe her into a semi-calm state. Yet he was just a person aboard a train, and he could not do a thing to help her with the agony she so horribly struggled with. "You are a vanpire, you're bound to kill...I'm sure he would accept you with that," he offered her his insight, in that gentle voice of course. It would be rude to intrude too much, now, wouldn't it?
He watched her pitifully, wishing he were in the position to help her out. What would she say if he tried? She'd probably just do with him what he did to the others. Maybe she just needed someone to listen, and that was the role he decided to take. He nodded slowly, absorbing the information, and watching her wallow in a good deal of pain. Headache, perhaps?
"Well maybe you should go back and talk it over with him...you may never know his opinion on it all until you ask. And then if it doesn't work out I guess...you could always do what you're doing right now," it would be painful, of course, but if she had to... At least then she would know for sure if what she was doing was right. Mortifer didn't even have a chance.
An impish smirk appeared on his handsome features, and he looked at Tele, nodding and replying, "I most certainly have, it is rare, and it's the best thing in the world. I think I miss it too much already. It's so close, yet seems so far...all the time..." he said, leaning back in the seat, a slight sigh dying to escape his lips but he decided to hold it back.
"If you want to go back so much, do it, I don't think he'd want you to leave either," he said briefly, for Morgan knew that he wouldn't want such a lvoely vampiress to leave him. She seemed to have her problems, but he was assured she would be good company when under a little less of an amount of stress. What would she chose?
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Post by † Teleristy Elodie † on Jan 15, 2007 18:44:40 GMT -5
Teleristy growled. "He may accept me killing, but I can not. I can not forgive myself. I may be a vampiress, but I don't have to be a brute. I don't have to be a killer." She shook her head and rested her forehead to the glass of the window. She turned back soon after though because Morgan said he had experienced love.
When he said it always seemed so close and yet so far away Teleristy nodded in agreement. "Lately... even when I was with him it seemed too surreal. I couldn't believe he was really there, really in love with me. I still... I don't know... I doubt everything around me."
She stood up and began pacing the aisle a bit. She couldn't help it. What she wouldn't do to have Mortifer there right then. She was afraid to see him, but more than anything she wanted him to hug her. She wanted to just feel his arms around her and open her eyes to find herself in bed next to him as if it had all been a bad dream.
A shiver ran down her spine. For this to be a dream... Teleristy wrapped her own arms around herself and closed her eyes, pretending she was back at the castle. She slumped down into a chair across the aisle from Morgan, body turned towards him. "You shouldn't tell me to go back... it makes it worse. I've already decided to leave. I'm not one to change my mind... but you make me want to all the more."
She stared at him, at his eyes. For a moment it was as if she was talking to Mortifer, more than Morgan, when she said he made her want to go back. Her eyes darted away and she felt tears well up in her eyes again. It got harder by the moment. The further away from home she got the more she wanted to run back.
Home. She called it home. It was home. Because Mortifer was there? Because she was safe there? Because she was comfortable there when she wasn't going insane? She sighed and hung her head until she felt able to look back up at the estranged man across from her.
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