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Post by Dove Alexander on Nov 29, 2009 19:16:29 GMT -1
Dove grinned broadly as they both walked up to the dance floor hand in hand once again. She could seriously get used to this. She still couldn’t get over the fact that she’d found her Life Mate. That he was practically identical to her in personality was amazing, the Fates couldn’t have chosen a better vampyre for her. She sent a few silent Thank You’s to them as they came to the dance floor, probably shocking the old crones; she’d never exactly been one to say thank you to anyone.
She frowned in the direction of the band as another jazzy song started up, but they didn’t seem to notice. In fact, no one had really noticed that the pair of them had walked onto the dance floor again. It was odd for Dove not to be the centre of attention, but she wasn’t complaining; it made dancing with Rhoan all the more intimate. Even if the dancing they were doing was made ridiculously difficult due to the length and fullness of her dress. She’d have to remember to where a lighter one next time round.
They spun about the dance floor with surprising ease. Dove had been doing this for centuries and knew every single dance that they had thanks to endless dance lessons every time a new style came out. As such, she was able to spin around the dance as well as any of the professional dancers amongst the vampyres could, perhaps better than some. But she hadn’t expected to be able to do so with Rhoan. From what she’d gathered, he was a new vampyre. This meant that he’d grown up in an age where the only males to dance were either gay or Italian, most likely both. Yet he was as good a dancer as she was.
As they span closer to the door, Dove sighed inwardly. She was enjoying dancing with him, more so than she had done with anyone else. She didn’t particularly want to stop.
“We are awfully close to the door; it would be so easy right now... just a few more turns.” Dove grinned broadly as they danced another turn of the dance floor, hoping that they were doing so because he liked being close to her as much as she did being close to him. They sped up a bit, then ducked out of the door without anyone noticing.
She heard Rhoan sigh with relief as he shut the doors. She could tell from his posture and expression that he was glad to be out of the room and was slightly worried that it was so obvious. One day he’d be King, even if he didn’t realise it just yet. He had to learn to hide what he was thinking and it had to be quick. She’d have to talk to her father about it, maybe he’d be willing to teach him. She squeezed his hand slightly and smiled at him, hoping to convey that they would be doing something he was sure to enjoy now.
“So what did you have in mind?” A broad grin spread across Rhoan’s features and was quickly matched with one from Dove. He looked so good when he grinned full out like that.
She shook her head in response and ran towards the dungeons, pulling him along behind her. Once she reached the door, she pulled it open and pushed him through, giggling as she did. She stepped in next to him and closed the door with a click that echoed through the narrow hall. The closed door blocked out all the light from the hall way and the only source of light was at the bottom of the stairs, causing them to be completely shrouded in darkness. It was slightly claustrophobic and made Dove highly aware of Rhoan.
She took a deep breath and pulled him to her. In the darkness, it was hard to see him properly and for some reason she was finding it difficult to get a good reading on his emotions. Passing it off as some ancient magick embedded into the walls of the dungeons, she thought little of it and pulled him down towards her. She put her hand lightly on his shoulder and planted a gentle kiss on his lips, then smiled and danced down the stairs, waiting for Rhoan to join her. She reached up and took the torch from the wall, knowing that they’d need it to light their way. She turned back to the stairs and called up to Rhoan, “Are you coming? I have something to show you before we hunt”
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Post by Rhoan MacAray on Nov 29, 2009 20:35:18 GMT -1
Rhoan followed her along willingly, having a general sense that she was not going to harm him in any way shape or form. He had issues following anyone anywhere; Nathaniel had said it probably stemmed from when what ever one of the sisters who had turned him had done in order to get him alone to turn him. Rhoan didn't really care for the reasoning behind it, and he liked the fact he had blocked out the entirety of that night. He didn't want to know how it happened, it was bad enough that he still had some fractured memories from the first few days but most of the time they evaded him. The only time he tended to remember anything from back then was in the room.
When he felt a hand on his back Rhoan's mind went blank, entirely. It was easier not to think because he knew what would happen if he tried to think. He felt hands on him and he felt as if he was being moved. These things where trying to pull him out of his mind and back into reality. Just as he felt all contact leave him and heard footsteps travelling away from him. He felt as if people where trying to drag him kicking and screaming back into the cell. He hadn't realised that it was Dove who had just been touching him but he felt her absence from him keenly. It was as if someone had just torn his insides out and it was taking the nothingness from him.
He wanted too call out for her to come back to him but he couldn't see through the blank mess and darkness that was the area around him as well as his mind. He couldn't even feel the fear that was trying to claw at him insides right now thanks to the darkness. As his only comfort he desperately held onto it. It was the only thing that made sense but a part of his mind idly knew that it wasn't good, thinking and feeling nothing meant you where nothing. No matter how many times Albert had told him he was such he had never succumbed to it before.
“Are you coming? I have something to show you before we hunt”
The voice that had been so skilled at cutting through his thoughts earlier, no matter what they where. Rational or irrational did the same now. This time thought the effect was far from pleasant. It brought him slamming back into the world proper and the darkness of the corridor wrapped itself around him again. The cold of the wall not far from his fingers registering and the fact he had no idea where he was. Nothing else pierced the manic mess his mind devolved into in the last few seconds. He couldn't sought through it and he doubted if anyone else was in hid mind right now they would undoubtedly be turning into the mess he was now. He tried to hold onto the fact that Nathaniel had told him most freshly turned vampyres would not have survived as he had, and they would not be able to function the way he could. Right now thought Rhoan felt as if he was far from sane or functioning.
He held back a strangled noise as he instinctively backed himself to one of the walls. Idly noting he hit the wall too fast, pointing out to his there was virtually no space here. He dropped himself to the floor and dragged his knees up to his chest and gripped them overly tight to the point he was probably bruising himself quite badly. The pain not even registering. Not even where Albert had injured him earlier, All the feelings of his body where utterly blocked out by what was going on his mind. Images flashing back to his mind from the first night. Most notably the smell of blood.
It was his first memory he idly noted, he didn't know why it was important, he had smelt blood many times since when Nathaniel had encouraged him to feed. Most of the time even bringing him the human, only a few had been ones they had taken himself, he still wasn't too good and catching his own, the two parts of his mind at war with each other and he wasn't too sure about ending lives just yet. Mostly he had taken to avoiding it, or avoid doing the act himself, then if he had to he tended to break their necks in favour for draining them to death.
The flashes in his mind abruptly changed from the black and the dark and the scent of blood. He didn't want it to change because he knew it would be worse, no matter how much he hated the oppressive darkness that held him in place he knew it now. He had this in his mind and was living it, and to say he was coping through it would be such a blatant lie it wasn't really worth mentioning. He slammed his body back into the rock in an effort to make noise and colours but there was something about this corridor that seemed to make it difficult. The noise wasn't calming him which sent him into another string of panic as he feared nothing would save him from the self inflected hell within his mind.
He struggled to hear noise so he could see the colours but the only noise he heard was the cracking of bones. Part of him knew that it wasn't now that noise had come from. It was from another time, Nathaniel's face swam into view along with that of a young girl. He couldn't however put a face to her beyond the fact she was a young girl. Not even to a point where he could point out a hair colour of any kind. All he knew was blood and that she was bleeding and the cracking of bones. He couldn't just hear it he could feel it. The part of his mind usually split into two halves was screaming at him right now, too loud for him to block out, part of it disgusted and the other half enjoying the playback of Rhoans first kill.
He glanced around as he struggled to find something else he could focus on, anything but the death he was reliving. Something he had not even known he had done until this point. Nathaniel had known though it seemed, but he had not told him. He tried to hold onto the anger of that but it was impossibly to hate the only person who had taken time out of their lives in order to help him. He glanced around and caught a glimpse or red... orange... fire. He flinched back instinctively from the fire, pushing himself further and further into the wall and pretty much trying to make himself as small as possible with no regard for his body or injuries he may be inflicting upon himself.
The footsteps coming hurriedly towards him caused the panic of the now to tower of the panic of the past. Footsteps where never good, footsteps usually brought all number of bad with them. He had no where he could go as per usually and he was held in place to suffer what ever hell was coming for him yet again. Solidifying the fact that all his life seemed to be was one hell followed by another and all people seemed to want to do to him was torture him or inflict some other kind of hell. Mental or physical. When he felt hands on him again he tried to throw himself into the wall behind him again to escape but there was not enough space. Instead he opted for resting his head harshly into his knees and blocking out everything around him, trying to break through the mess of emotions.
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Post by Dove Alexander on Nov 29, 2009 22:03:41 GMT -1
Dove stood at the bottom of the stairs, quietly humming to herself as she waited for Rhoan to come down the stairs. She’d not felt this happy in a long time. Everything was finally falling in to place for her and she couldn’t wait to see where it would take her.
She leant up against the wall and swayed slightly in time to her humming. She realised that if anyone were to see her, they probably wouldn’t recognise her. She wasn’t exactly known for her good cheer; in fact she wasn’t sure that any of the vampyres around court had actually seen her smile more than once a day. And that was usually only after she’d squashed a few wolves or cats. Or Dhampyres. Or even annoying Vampyres.
All of a sudden, Dove felt a smash of panic so strong she fell to her knees. She let out a strangled cry and dropped the torch, narrowly missing the hem of her dress. There was only one explanation for the sudden panic that filled her and it didn’t comfort her in the least. Something was happening to Rhoan. The panic she felt suddenly doubled as she started fearing for her Mate.
“Rhoan!”
She dragged herself up, digging her nails into the walls to aid her. She had to get to him. She had to. There was nothing else that she could do. She ran up the stairs, tripping on her dress as she did so. As she reached the top of the stairs, she tripped again and failed to catch herself in time. She hit the floor with a gasp, hitting her head hard on the brick floor.
She sat up slowly, trying to get her vision back to normal instead of it being interlaced with her clairvoyance. All she could see was her father sat in his throne watching the ball, overlaying the darkness of the hallway. She could hear the beat of the band too, but it didn’t seem to fit in with the dancing. She shook her head, trying to clear it and focus on what was happening, but the panic was making it hard to do so.
She banged her hand on the floor and growled low in her throat, until her vision eventually cleared up. When it did, she saw Rhoan huddled in the corner, banging his back against the wall. “Rhoan?”
When he didn’t respond to her voice as he had done before, she crawled up to him and put her hand gently on his arm, running her fingers gently up and down. “Rhoan? Honey, please talk to me.” Try as she might, she couldn’t keep the panic from her voice. Something was wrong. In the Ball Room, it seemed that she could cut through any thought that he was having, yet now nothing seemed to be getting through to him.
She shook his arm gently, repeating him name as she did. She shook him harder and harder as he continued to rock back and forth, needing to break through whatever was being done to him. She took his head in her hands and tried to catch his eye, but even that failed. His eyes seemed to be glazed over; he wasn’t seeing her, he was watching something else. “Shit”
Part of the magick of the dungeons was to make the inmates relive their worst memories. It rarely worked on vampyres, however, as if it did the jail keepers would likely go mad. New vampyres, however, were more prone to the magick.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” She should have warned him. She should have told him! But she’d never seen someone react so badly to it before. Not even the inmates had reacted so badly in such a short space of time. It’d take them months to get to this point. What on earth had happened to him to get him like this? Her father had to know. All those looks and going to talk to him before she’d even met him. There had to be something going on.
She stood up and paced, trying to work out what the hell she could to. No one knew they were hear, they’d made sure of that when they snuck out. She used her clairvoyance to view outside of the door, cursing when it kept flickering to the Ball Room. She screamed in frustration and banged her hand on the door knowing that it was useless. If anyone were to be walking past at that time, they wouldn’t hear the banging as the door was bloody reinforced and soundproofed. She needed to get him out of here, but he was sat against the bloody door.
She sat back on the ground in defeat and leant up against Rhoan, hoping that he’d eventually snap out of it. She wrapped her arms around one of his and leant her head on his shoulder, repeatedly kissing his cheek in a vain attempt to break through to him.
She remote viewed her father, wondering if he’d do the normal fathery thing and check up on her. What she saw almost made her laugh in relief. He was talking to one of the guards, one of the few that he trusted completely. Who just happened to be the one guard that could teleport and carry passengers.
She turned to Rhoan and ran her hands over his arm, murmuring to him, however pointless it may be. “It’s okay honey. It’ll be okay. Someone’s coming to get us out. It’ll be okay, Rhoan, it will. I’m so sorry, I should have said. I’m sorry” She kissed his cheek and ran her fingers over his hair, hoping he realised just how much that meant. Dove never apologised. Ever.
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Post by Rhoan MacAray on Dec 1, 2009 20:31:03 GMT -1
Rhoan couldn't pin point what exactly was going on. Or when, where and how for that matter. Nothing made sense and all he could feel was a compulsion tearing at the parts of his memories he had done well to suppress. Memories which he didn't want back because the first time he had gone through them it was a miracle he had come out alive. Or at least come out functioning. He still went under the impression that it was his ability that saved him, the colours had kept him together. Nathaniel believed it was him,that he had the chance to be stronger that most vampyres. Rhoan didn't feel like that now.
He could hear words, but they seemed really far away, as was his body for that matter, something was trapping him inside his mind. He could swear he could hear some one apologising. But that didn't make any sense. No one had ever apologised too him. Even Nathaniel. Apparently he could be a strong vampyre one day and would be good for the courts or what ever the hell that means. Nathaniel had never apologised for what had happened to him, just shown his distaste clearly. Albert had certainly never apologised.... the sisters wouldn't even acknowledge him beyond kicking him when he was pinned and couldn't hit back. Who would apologise to the bastard son?
Rhoan shook his head as images of his parents flitted across his mind before they shot away in an instant. It brought him back as he reached out for the memories, wanting to hold on to something good. It evaded him though, and the smell of his own blood came back to him. The first time he woke up came clearly to him, his own shirt covered in blood, his blood. He had blocked out the worst of the bodies.. he had known he had seen them, and that there had been several over young men who had been turned and left to die in the cell but knowing it and seeing it where two entirely different things.
“Dead, Death... too many bodies.”
He felt as if he was going to be sick but pushed it back, he spoke in broken stuttered sentences and recoiled back from everything. There was still talking.. but he couldn't make out the words. Something was holding him separate from the world like a wall in the way. Something he could practically reach out and touch and run his fingers over it. It was colourful and felt like thick sludge but no matter what he tried he couldn't push past it.
A loud cracking noise startled the living day lights out of him, his head shot up for a breath seconds as he saw some one else turn up in the small cramped corridor. He became acutely aware there where two people in the corridor beside himself. His tension shot through the roof when he took in the sight of the new guy. The other person he vaguely new was smaller but was comforting. He couldn't put a name or even a face to her, he knew it was a her. That was progress. About as much he was going to make since the new person had arrived. He chocked the scream down so he didn't make any noise, he knew noise didn't help, noise made people notice you and made things worse.
Next thing he knew everything was bright, large, open. No walls. His eyes cleared quickly, the wall cutting him off from the rest of the wall melted. He could make out people again vaguely but he was still reeling from the mess in his head. Not having the ability to back himself against a wall was hard. Confusing. Nothing made sense and it was crushing him. He brought his breathing back under control and just pushed everything in his head aside. Something Nathaniel had told him against, vampyres minds work different to humans. Humans can ignore things but vampyres minds can handle more than anyone else's. As such they tend to not let information go, and if it isn't dealt with it sits and stews.
Right now Rhoan didn't have the time nor luxury of sorting through it all.
He glanced up and felt his vision clear into the crystal precision of a vampyres sight and his eyes found Dove immediately. He felt the tension slip away from him quickly but had to still use most of his effort to avoid the memories on the edge of his mind. He squinted in the brightness of the large room they where in and idly wondered where the hell they where and how the hell they got here.
“Wha... What happened?”
Rhoan pretty much choked out the sentence, confusion clear across his face as he struggled to keep his mind working on the designed path. The madness he had been forced to endure earlier was still there, but now he could put it to the side and try and act normal like Nathaniel had taught him too.
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Post by Dove Alexander on Dec 7, 2009 19:38:46 GMT -1
Dove cuddled up close to Rhoan, trying with all her might to break through the magick. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to, but it didn’t stop her from trying. She’d always loved that bit of magick, been overjoyed when she was able to watch the prisoners react like this, but this was different. Her Mate was in pain and she hated not being able to do anything about it. She hated that it was her fault.
“Dead, Death... too many bodies.” Dove pulled back to look at him as he spoke, his voice was so distant and held none of its earlier confidence. The difference was unsettling, as were the words. Death was just a normal thing for vampyres to deal with, but the way he said it made it seem … more somehow. She wanted to know what the hell had gone on with him, but she was now scared to. It was obviously something awful and if it was something that was done to him, she could handle that. She could cause some serious pain to the people that had done it. If it wasn’t something that was done or something that couldn’t have been helped though, she didn’t know what she could do. She supposed she could have his memories wiped, there was surely to be someone in the court that could do it, but she didn’t trust anyone not to replace them with something even worse. And what if, in doing that, she severed the link between them?
The idea didn’t bare thinking about.
She needed to get him out of here if she wanted to stop him from losing his sanity. She just wished that Parker would hurry up and teleport here so they could teleport out again.
As if her summoned by her thoughts, Parker appeared in front of them. It took him a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness, but Dove could tell the moment that they did. He looked down at her in obvious shock before the realisation hit him. “I take it you’ve found your Life Mate then.”
Dove growled up at him. Now was not the time to be making smart comments and the sooner he realised this the better; she didn’t want to have to squash the rescue party. “Now is not the time, Parker. Get us out of here or else you will be looking for a way to peel yourself off the floor.”
When he did nothing but roll his eyes at her, she increased the gravity on him, pulling him to the floor quick enough to give him whiplash. He was probably the closest thing she had to a friend, so she knew she’d be forgiven for this, but at that moment, she didn’t care if she didn’t. His attitude was not welcome today and she was not willing to overlook it due to their friendship. “Now, Parker. I will not ask you again.” [/color] She returned the gravity to normal, letting him get up. Once he’d had a few seconds to adjust once more, he nodded his head to her and placed a hand on each of them, before teleporting them to her reception room. She have preferred to have gone somewhere where Rhoan could be more comfortable, but she knew that Parker wasn’t cleared to go anywhere but there. She looked over to him and nodded in thanks, before turning to Rhoan. She lifted him and laid him on a chez then turned back to Parker. “Can you please inform my father that I’d like to speak to him. Now.”[/color] She turned back to Rhoan before Parker had time to respond. She knelt on the floor next to him and rested her head on his shoulder, waiting for him to come round from the memories that plagued him. “Wha... What happened?” Her head snapped up as he spoke, his voice coming out in a choked whisper. The confusion on his face made her feel even guiltier, an emotion she wasn’t all that at home with. She ran her hand along his cheek and struggled not to throw her arms around him. She didn’t know how the magick worked and so didn’t want to do anything that could make things worse for him. She needed her father here. “Rhoan, I’m so sorry. I should have warned you. I didn’t think, dammit, and I should have. I was just too-”She took a deep breath and sat back on her heels. This couldn’t be helping matters any, she needed to explain what had happened to him instead of just confusing things further. She dropped her hands to her lap and played with her dress as she spoke to him. “The Court dungeons are infused with an old form of magick, one that can’t be replicated by anyone. The Moonlit Court don’t have it, as far as we can tell anyway. It gets inside your head and makes you relive the worst memories of your life, before and after the Change.” She looked back up to Rhoan, the guilt and remorse clear in her eyes. “It shouldn’t have affected you so strongly or so quickly. I didn’t think that it could do that. If I’d have known I wouldn’t have take you down there. I’m so sorry … ”[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Rhoan MacAray on Dec 11, 2009 18:27:44 GMT -1
Rhoan's mind was a mess, and his head really... really hurt. The memories that had been unleashed where still there. Swimming around in his mind and not leaving. He was stuck with them now and saw them with a clarity that only a vampyre could. Not for the first time he seriously cursed his existence. Everything had been such a mess since day one and there was nothing any one could do about it. Nathaniel had made it clear, there where people that could erase memories but apparently the damage was too close to his change and it could serious issues if he was to try and do it. He wished he could make his voice strong and he could get the images from behind his eyes but all he wanted to do right now was go into a corner and die, or at least cry for a bit.
Of course Rhoan would do neither. He was a proud bastard when it came down to it and he was a vampyre to, he wasn't about to do something such as that and especially not around Nathaniel's daughter. He had already completely freaked out in front of her. Something which was probably already hurting his chances of ever impressing the vampyre lady. He would likely have him cast out and never speak to him again after this incident. No matter how damned amazing his dancing skills where.
Rhoan didn't know what it was but the idea of never seeing her again self like a searing hot knife to the stomach. A pain he was not entirely unfamiliar with thanks to delightful Albert. He had barely known her five minutes yet the idea of never seeing her again hurt as much as the memoires. He wanted to just stand up and revert back to his cocky self but it was taking time, the memories wouldn't leave him alone. He hated feeling so broken.
When she spoked it cut through his mess of a brain all over again, he nearly sighed in relief when that was working again. It would have been very helpful earlier in that pit. That place was so much like his cell but so much worse it staggered belief. In his cell he just had the chocking fear of darkness and silence. There was something... palpable. More... It was like it had been alive and had flung itself into his mind faster than anything he could imagine.
“Rhoan, I’m so sorry. I should have warned you. I didn’t think, dammit, and I should have. I was just too- The Court dungeons are infused with an old form of magick, one that can’t be replicated by anyone. The Moonlit Court don’t have it, as far as we can tell anyway. It gets inside your head and makes you relive the worst memories of your life, before and after the Change. It shouldn’t have affected you so strongly or so quickly. I didn’t think that it could do that. If I’d have known I wouldn’t have take you down there. I’m so sorry … ”
Even though she was apologising and saying it was all her fault none of that really got through to him. He couldn't fathom anything being her fault. Plus – it was blatantly his...
It shouldn't of Affected him so strongly...
So quickly.
It was a magik vampyres where exposed to constantly and yet barely after a few seconds he had been a mess. It was his fault it had affected him so badly as how everything else was practically his fault. He was wrong, he was messed up. Seriously, how many demented vampyres are really out there. He knew it wasn't common other wise Nathaniel wouldn't of tried to hid it from the vampyre community. He obviously had done that for a reason, and it was because he was a mess. Broken and pathetic.
When he spoke it was still coming out in something similar to a strangled whisper but it lacked pretty much all emotion.
“It's not your fault, It's should of done that to me. It's me it always bloody is. Nathaniel should of bloody killed me when he saw me. ”
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Post by Dove Alexander on Dec 22, 2009 15:51:11 GMT -1
Dove ran her hand slowly over Rhoan's cheek as she felt his emotions slowly slide into depression. She'd done all she could think to do in the way of comfort and was completely unsure what she could do now. She'd never even considered the possibility that she'd think about comforting someone; she was in completely over her head. She wasn't even all that sure her father would be able to help with this one.
“It's not your fault, It shouldn't of done that to me. It's me it always bloody is. Nathaniel should of bloody killed me when he saw me. ”
Dove frowned at his as he spoke, trying to fathom out his meaning. By this point, it was obvious that her Life Mate and her father had some form of history and judging from that comment it was more than just running into each other in Court. From what Rhoan just said, they'd been a time when her Life Mate was under a direct threat from Nathaniel. She knew that he wouldn't have put himself in that position if he could have avoided it and part of her was worried why he might have had to kill him, but most of her was furious that her father could have killed Rhoan.
“Don't talk like that. Father wouldn't have done that. And before you get any bright idea's, don't request that he does now. He wouldn't do that to you and he definitely won't do that to me. You're here to stay and I'll make damn sure of that. Whatever it was that caused you to react so badly down there can be sorted. And if it can't, well we'll just avoid going to the dungeons. Like those stupid humans who have an allergy to those mangy things they call pets, or fear heights or something equally as pathetic. We'll just avoid it.”
She was aware that she was just filling the silence between them with pointless chatter, but she didn't know what else she could do. She wanted to take his mind away from the darkness where the only choice was suicide. She couldn't bare the thought of a world where he didn't exist, it hurt her heart to even contemplate it. The things he'd have to go through to be able to die were horrific. At least, they were when it was his death she was picturing. She'd killed enough vampyres in her time to know exactly what to do and all the different ways she could do it. Normally, picturing them was a certain way to get her blood lust pumping, but this time it just made her sick to her soul. That's if she even had one.
She rested her head on his chest once more, turning her head so she could watch him carefully for any signs that the magick was somehow returning to him. She wasn't sure if it could, but she didn't hold much trust with it any more. If she'd have had the foresight to put him on a sofa, she'd have curled up next to him, but she'd placed him on a piece of furniture that made it awkward for her to do so. If it weren't for the fact she was expecting her father at any time, she'd have balanced herself on his chest, but she had a feeling her father wouldn't appreciate walking in on them like that, even if it was perfectly innocent.
She continued to stroke his cheek as she closed her eyes in order to locate her father. As soon as she had him in her sights, her head snapped around to the door. She stood up, placing her hand on Rhoan a few seconds before her Father walked into the room.
“What's happened?”
“Funny, that was exactly what I was going to ask you, father. What has happened between you two?”
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Post by Rhoan MacAray on Dec 23, 2009 17:26:23 GMT -1
Rhoan pretty much felt pointless about now. Ever since he had been been turned there had barely been more than a few times lined together where good things happened. The was barely a night where he got to sleep or even lie some where comfortable. Today had actually been pretty good, but as per the normal he had gone and ruined everything once again. It was pretty much becoming a Rhoan standard. For the last few weeks he had just been convincing himself that it was just Alberts lie and that he wasn't a complete and utter failure. Heck if he was why would Nathaniel of take time out of his schedule to train a runt like himself.
Nothing made sense.
“Don't talk like that. Father wouldn't have done that. And before you get any bright idea's, don't request that he does now. He wouldn't do that to you and he definitely won't do that to me. You're here to stay and I'll make damn sure of that. Whatever it was that caused you to react so badly down there can be sorted. And if it can't, well we'll just avoid going to the dungeons. Like those stupid humans who have an allergy to those mangy things they call pets, or fear heights or something equally as pathetic. We'll just avoid it.”
Rhoan could practically feel how much she wanted him to be ok, it was weird it was as if he was feeling what she was but that didn't make any sense. He couldn't bring himself to answer her or even speak. He was just so tired of everything. He was truly considering asking Nanthaniel to just get it over would and end him. He should of done it when he first found him rather than putting him through this. The new memories also seemed to explain things, such as his fears. He'd been vaguely unaware of where many of his fears had come from and Nathaniel had just told him it was due to his change. His blissful ignorance however was now shattered and the main thing Rhoan could think of right now was that he had been lied to.
The anger and the monster inside him pretty much snapped to life the seconds his thoughts went down that path. He rarely had issues with blood lust of anything like that. Anger how ever was something he did battle with often. It had been the one trait which Nathaniel had said would serve him well in the future. It had a tendency to spike his abilities and he usually focused on one thing until it was dead or gone or what ever. More than once in their training Rhoan's anger had gotten the better of him and he had lashed out against Nathaniel. He never believed that he got close to injuring the man but he had on more than one occasion, although he believed that older vampyre untouchable. Most of what he did in fights being lost to him.
When she laid her head on his chest he calmed slightly, he seemed to be watching him carefully. He held in the resigned sigh at the fact she was likely waiting for him to go crazy again. He had pretty much accepted the fact he wasn't all there but he really didn't want more people. Although why she was still here with him was something he didn't understand. He was about to ask her when Nathaniel walked into the room. The calm pretty much dissipated and all her saw was red. The growl that tore from his throat was so low no one really heard him.
“What's happened?”
“Funny, that was exactly what I was going to ask you, father. What has happened between you two?”
Nathaniel's interest however was else where, having spent quite a bit of time with Rhoan and knew his moods well, he also knew when he had attacks. When his mind slipped and Nathaniel had had to pin him down on more than one occasion. Whether it had been anger or panic he pretty much knew how to predict everything, as such he wasn't surprised when Rhoan moved with blinding speed to get forward on the small piece of furniture he had been sat on. Making sure Dove was squarely behind him and settling in less than a second, not even realising his first instinct to protect Dove. His growl this time a heck of a lot more audible as he thrust the coloured black sound waves out and away from him, making the room creak as if some one had just dropped a bus in the place. He put his hand out lightly, speaking in the most soothing voice possible and trying to make it look as if he wasn't
“Rhoan calm down, tell me exactly what happened. You know how to reel in your anger and now is not the time for this.”
His voice had gotten a lot of his arrogance back, although it was masked with a snarl as he tried to pull himself back under control. That place had really fucked him over though and he was having a hard time just staying. Luckily the confusion in his mind between anger and depression was slowing his actions. Normally he would of practically thrown himself at Nathaniel. Rhoan was fast, mainly because of the man he was currently thinking about charging at, he'd shown him people who had spent years teaching them selves how to move so fast, and he had learnt it in seconds. He gripped onto the thing he was sat on and spoke through clenched teeth.
“Why the hell did you take me out of that cell. Why did you give me than girl and save me?”
He had pretty much forgotten Dove was in the room and that no one was supposed to know any of this. The MacArays consort had been killed in a very normal mugging, there had been nothing supernatural about it. Well that was what people thought anyway. Feeding consorts to newly turned fledging was a little unheard off. Right now he just wanted answers, now he had the memories back he wanted to know the rest of it.
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