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Post by x.Wolf.x on Mar 10, 2008 3:51:47 GMT -5
One boy
one girl
two hearts
their world
time goes by
secrets rise
she shouldn't allow this. she should be back at camp and fast alseep before she could allow any more bonding between her and peter. honestly, this was going to rip her in half the way it is...there wasn't any need for her to make this cut deeper. her amber gaze fell to the ground in silence frustration. she was already in the middle of a war- a civil war between her and herself. she was very much her own worst enemy, and without even realizing it...she was destroying herself. instinctively, her jaw tightened again. no! this was her destiny! she joined the army knowing she'd end up alone and dying some horribly violent death. when she became a general and one of the king's top assassians, she knew her death was only drawn on sooner. not even peter could change such a fate. autumn was destined to die alone and very violently...she should live her life accordingly. so then why was she insisting on wasting so much time with peter? did she honestly believe he could erase her already set fate? without realizing it, her hands balled into tight fists once again. this was almost enough to make autumn scream in pain. yet, not quite.
one more sad song
tears shed
she's gone
She'd take it back if she only could
stop it! stop it! NOW! her mind commanded. good, at least part of her was making sense. but, even at that moment...her heart twisted in raw pain. autumn never had a family, she never knew the word of trust.....she never new what it felt like to love and be loved- even with every single flaw hanging out in the open...until now. and then suddenly she was expected to leave this behind and fight? of course. these were hard times, and hard times called for desprate measures. lifting her chin slightly, autumn tried (and failed miserably) to slip into that emotionless state she had first met peter in. yes, she needed to cut him out before she left- but could she really do it?
and all the perfect words they seem so wrong
she's gone
you wish that u could learn to see the doors close
and u wish you could be..
alone with you
alone with me
what can i do? I cannot breathe
my heart is torn
for all to see
Alone with you
alone with me
heaving a silent sigh, she gave up. no matter what else happened between them- peter would always be her best friend. he'd always be the person on her mind- even when she's thousands of miles apart. and though she wouldn't admit it aloud, she knew deep down that it was the truth. peter's voice drew her from her thoughts again- driving a fresh stab of pain directly into her heart. though, she couldn't help but smile at his mixed 'reserved' and 'vunerable' response. smiling warmly- for the first time in awhile- she lifted her gaze to peter "yeah?" she replied- her voice coming of a mixture of slightly reserved, skepical and just a bit warm. "and don't worry peter- i do believe you're the only person that could ever stand to be around me more then a week." she smiled again- speaking the truth. well actually, she wouldn't know. she was never around anyone as long as she's been around peter.
best friend
worst thing
she's been cheating
friend decieves
she leaves
pausing a moment, she turned her gaze away again. refusing to even look at peter anymore. "so, peter...not that it's any of my business at all or anything. what, exactly, are your plans for cassandra?" she questioned, she had been oddly curious since the first day peter had brought the strangely familiar female into camp. she had never suspect peter to be the soft-hearted type to allow human females to follow him around....yet...there her and cassandra were....following peter around. it was like his very own fan club. except one of them was stubborn and would never be caught cheering peter on whilst teh other had countless secrets to hide...and seemed way to cheerful for her own good. and yet, to be completely honest....autumn envied cassandra. she was so free, so completely and utterly free to say what she wished, what she was feeling or what she thought...so much unlike autumn. whom, for one had taken a vow of silence, and two..couldn't allow anyone to see any weakness in her (even if she had let peter in countless times before).
Last date she cries
whispers goodbye
she walks once more out that door
suddenly, autumn was too ashamed to look up at peter anymore. suddenly, she realized she was jealous of some weak civillian female....and all for some teenage boy who probably just wanted her to leave already. she turned her gaze skyward, and with it...she allowed herself to fall on her back. hell, if she kept sitting up and stealing glances at peter...and they kept talking the way they did- they just might re-create that night. oh yes, that one faithful night that had changed everything between them, even though they didn't realize it at the moment. it some ways, it had strengthened thier relationship- in others it drove them apart. absently, autumn ran her fingers over her lips. she had been about to say some more to peter...trying to coax her reluctant better half into saying a bit more when that fimilar pressure in her skull began to build up...to a point where she thought her head might just explode.
and all the perfect words they seem so wrong
she's gone
you wish that u could learn to see the doors close
and you wish u could be
alone with you
alone with me
what can i do?
i cannot breathe
my heart is true
for all to see
Alone with you
Alone with me
a vision! that's right! a vision, sent directly from hell. however, with time and great practice....autumn didn't lash out like the last time this happened. instead, her body just stiffened to a point where she looked taut, like she was either dead or like she'd spring into action in a moment. instinctively, her eyes snapped shut to reveal her vision. this time, it was based on her nightmares- except this seemed more real. it was peter- morphing into a vampire. again. autumn watched in, yes, i'll admit it, a terrified silence as the only thing she'd ever allowed to get close to her turned into the very thing she was trained to kill. she watched as his fangs grew, his gray gaze melted away to a glowing maroon....until he looked like the very being he wished he wasn't- and he looked almost exactly like rasputan. though she'd never tell him that- her life depened on that much. suddenly, her 'vision' peter lashed out at her- catching her on her arm. while muttering the words "watch out for the stranger- she's not what she seems." confusing autumn more.
please, please, please, please
please stay
don't go away
the hardest thing is letting go of you
Please stay, dont go away
the hardest thing is letting go of you
what can i do?
with a loud gasp, she was in the real world again. laying on her back and gasping for breath. her gaze narrowed when a vaguely fimilar sting in her arm started up agian, thinking it as an old wound, she went to touch it....recoiling with bloody fingers. when the nightmare peter had scratched her......she had actually got the mark! in order to brush this off as nothing- not wanting to explain her vision to peter, she brushed the blood away and continued on with her silence and pointless questions.
alone with you
alone with me
what can i do? i cannot see
alone with..
alone with...
"you know something?" she questioned, still staring blankly up at the stars rather then having to look at him. "i think, when this war is over. and i'm dead. i'll have only two regrets. one, is if i didn't get to my father...and two would be if i didn't get a puppy." she replied, only half joking. a puppy would be nice.....she and peter could have a puppy.....it could be like thier kid and then they could- STOP! damnit, she couldn't allow this! she was DESTINED to die in this war. every single one of her visions have come true- so who's to say the one she saw of rasputain killing her won't come true like the rest? she could always run and hide- avoid death all together.....but if you thought for one second that autumn could do such a thing- you need to go back and re-read a few things. it was almost impossible for her to just give up on something once she set her mind to it. and killing her father was one of those things.
alone with you
alone with me
what can i do? i cannot breathe
the heart is torn for all to see
so she'd kill her father if it was the very last thing she would ever do. and hopefully, just maybe, she'd let peter know that she didn't want to die alone. in fact, when she says her goodbyes tomorrow- this will be the very last goodbye she could ever....ever say to peter. because, that vision i warned out about? yeah, it told her that she'd be leaving something great behind when she was killed....and the only great thing in her life was peter.
alone with you
alone with me.
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Post by xXPeterxX on Mar 14, 2008 21:58:59 GMT -5
The silence that followed his words was painful, to say the least. It gave him a weird, sort of awkward feeling that dug into his gut. Why was he feeling like this? He shouldn't be feeling like this. It was Autumn. Autumn was a human. A human soldier. She was going back to the battlefield soon. It was probably best for them both that she was. No more uncomfortable moments. No more near-fatal injuries... no. That wasn't true. For her, there were many more to come. They would keep coming until one finally killed her. She was destined to die in this war. And it was at this moment that he realized, he wasn't sure he was OK with that.
It had been only luck that he had stumbled upon her the first time, on the brink of death and in desperate need of help. He knew he wouldn't be there the next time. He couldn't be. But wait. Why did he care? She obviously didn't. He didn't use to. So he shouldn't now, right? She knew what would happen to her if she joined the army. That's what she was. That's all she knew. She didn't know anything else. The army was her life. The war was her life. Travel, hiding, that used to be his. He hadn't cared about anyone but himself. Sometimes, not even himself. She didn't care if she died. He shouldn't care if she died... but he realized now, grudgingly, that he did.
But what did it matter whatever he felt? It didn't matter what either of them felt, because she was going to leave, and that was that. Then why? Why was he feeling this way? It hurt. It pushed and pulled at his heart until he felt sure it would be torn apart. He had a heart, didn't he? He was half human. Surely that meant his heart could beat... it could break...
"Yeah?" Her voice cut through his ominous thoughts. There was something odd about the way she said it. Peter looked up to see her smiling at him. But not in that annoying, smirky, laughing kind of way. It was warm. Genuinely warm. It surprised him. It caught him offguard. Why was she looking at him like that? His inards twisted in a weird way he hadn't felt before, and he was suddenly dangerously aware of how close they were. His brain urged him to move away, put more space between them, but his body wasn't listening anymore. He nodded instead, looking into the shadowed canopy of trees. "Yeah." he replied quietly.
For a moment, he could have sworn he saw something move within the dark mist. But when Autumn spoke again, he brushed it aside. The old him never would have done it, but the new Peter was just chuck full of surprises, wasn't he? "And don't worry Peter. I do believe you're the only person that could ever stand to be around me more then a week." As much as that was true now, it hadn't been that way in the beginning. At first, she'd done everything in her power to prove to him she didn't need his help. At first, he'd been so annoyed with her, a naive little army brat who thought she knew everything, that he'd almost let her go on without help. But that was all different now. Now, both of them were talking about what they would do, now that they would be apart, probably for good.
It'll be better that way. he kept telling himself, though goodbyes had never been one of his strong points. Then again, neither were hellos. Socializing in general wasn't his strongest point. Until she'd come along, the most socializing he'd done had been before... before everything. He couldn't even remember when. He'd been so young. So very young when it had all suddenly changed. Peter shook those thoughts away. What was the point in thinking about the past? It only added to the pain and hatred that already resided in his heart.
It was quiet for a while. A cold, forboding wind blew past them, sending a shiver down Peter's spine. If his mind hadn't been so muttled, he might had heard something shuffling in the distance, back at camp. He might have smelt the vile smell that now sent all woodland creatures scurrying for the cover of their burrows. After another minute, Autumn asked, "So, Peter... not that it's any of my business at all or anything. What, exactly, are your plans for Cassandra?" She'd always had that strange way of talking. Of asking questions. He had noticed it right away, but now it barely crossed his mind. He was so used to it. "I don't know. I don't think really has anything to worry about. She doesn't act as... traumatized, as she should. I think I'll drop her off in town tomorrow. She'll be better off with them." he replied. "Besides, I don't really like her company."
He didn't go into detail, but there was something odd about Cassandra. She always gave him a weird feeling whenever she was around. And she was always showing up with more things to add to the campsite. It wasn't how it was suppose to be. He didn't settle in one spot. It made him feel vulnerable to not be moving around. How was he suppose to move around when she kept buying more and more things? Cots, blankets, pots and pans, he didn't like it. When did she get this stuff? She had begged him to look after her, but she was always running off. She didn't need him to look after her if she was even really scared. He'd begun suspecting her motives. Yes. It would be better if she moved on, and if he did too.
The girl laid back in the grass. After a moment, Peter felt her body stiffen beside him. It turned on all of his alert systems. But Autumn wasn't paying attention to their surroundings anymore. She was staring at something he couldn't see. That familiar glazed look came over her. Was it another memory? Something inside him squeezed tight. He jumped when she gasped for air. Very uncharacteristically. Luckily, Autumn hadn't seen him. The teen took deep breaths to calm herself, and Peter waited to see if she would tell him what she'd seen. It couldn't have been so bad, for she didn't look as troubled as last time. She didn't break into tears, and he was kind of grateful for it.
After another minute, she spoke again, breaking the tense silence. "You know something? I think, when this war is over, and I'm dead, I'll have only two regrets. One is if I didn't get to my father... and two, would be if I didn't get a puppy." Where had this come from? The teen knew how much Autumn hated her father. Almost as much as Peter hated his. They both had semi-similar pasts. Both of their fathers had killed their child's mother, right in front of them. But it was different for Autumn. It was Peter's father's fault that Autumn's father had done it.
A strange feeling came over him. What was it? Guilt? Shame for what his father had caused Autumn? He knew that if Autumn wanted her father dead, he would be dead. There was just one problem. How do you kill someone who is already technically dead? As for the puppy, Peter pondered over this for a moment, laying back against the ground with his arms stretched and folded beneath his head. And suddenly, he knew what she meant. It wasn't so much the puppy she wanted as it was the fact that... she didn't want to die alone.
It sent his mind spiraling again. When she died, she would be among her fellow soldiers, but it wasn't the same. Autumn hadn't cared before, but now, she was afraid of dying. Afraid she would be alone, even if her entire army was defeated all at once. He wasn't sure what to think at that moment. He wanted to do something, anything. But he didn't know what yet. Something pulled his thoughts away from the deliema. The smell of blood.
His stomach lurched. Where was it coming from? He propped himself up on his elbows and looked over at Autumn. He saw the grass beside her turn scarlet. "You're bleeding." he said, a little pointlessly. The boy sat up and reached over to pull her arm up. It revealed a deep cut, fresh by the looks of it. How had she done this? "We should go back to camp." he said, meeting her crimson eyes. There was something strange in his gaze. His eyes flashed with worry momentarily, but the flicker of emotion was gone as quickly as it had come. |
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Post by x.Wolf.x on Mar 24, 2008 1:42:59 GMT -5
Song: With Me Tonight- The Used
The way I broke your heart very literally
This ghost haunts me more than it should be
I'm not gonna walk away or turn my head in shame
I never thought it could kill me
with my head held high, i'll pretend that i'm alright without you...autmn drew in a suddenly very, very calm breath. she needed to do this, she had to leave peter...for many reasons. she needed to get back into this war and kill her father she needed to...............die. autumn knew she was going to die years ago, when she posed as a ten year old boy to get into the army? and now? now she was a general, one of the king's elite assassins. before the thought of dying didn't phase her. but now? now everytime she thought about it she could feel the panic rise in her throat. there was so much she needed to do, to see....and to say (mainly to peter). perhaps she'd tell him before she left- she'd tell the stupid half-breed that somewhere between the stupid jokes, the sleepless nights and the countless injuries they both suffered during thier journey- that she had come to really like peter.
A clean slate, one more day further away
...and then, he'd nod and say the same thing. and then with a huge smile they'd join hands and run off into the sunset...only to live happily ever after, have a billion kids...and a dog. peter could go work in the nearby town and autumn could stay at home and cook, clean and care for the children. that very fairytail that she had just pictured made her burst into laughter. and i mean full on laughter.....for those of you who know autumn, this would probably strike a hell of a lot of fear into your heart. however, autumn wasn't done......she wasn't just laughing from that damned joke she had just thought about but she was also laughing so she couldn't cry. what she really wanted to do now was to break down into sobs. tonight would be her last with peter, and quite frankly she didn't want this to end.
I want you, you don't want me
My mistake for wasting yours and mine
I want you, but will you stay
With me today?
With me today?
shaking her head lightly, she turned her gaze up to peter "sorry. but you should have seen that mental image." she told him, not exactly willing to share what it was. almost instantly after this, she let that fimilar silence fall over the clearing agian, and she used the time to give herself yet another mental pep rally. It'll be better this way. if only it was all really that easy. and if it were only true. the truth was, the very raw truth was....autumn wasn't quite sure of exactly who she was without peter. though autumn was human, she might as well have been a zombie with the way she acted before....emotionally unattached to anyone and everything....hardly ever uttering a word that wasn't an order...and not caring who died as long as the mission was complete. but now? without peter, everything that was human inside of her would retreat again....and she'd be that cold empty black pit once more. hell yeah she could do it- afterall, that was all she really was...wasnt it. without a father or a mother her entire life, at the age of nine she posed as that ten year old boy and entered the army...knowing she'd be dead and alone one day soon. so then, what was the problem.
Just let me make some time to take it back a little
The way you smile shines the heavens above me (heavens above me)
Never going to let you go, I want you all the time
I gotta prove you can trust me
when peter starting talking agian, none of it registered to autumn. she hardly even heard his voice- it was more like a distant buzzing. why? well, she really didn't know. perhaps she was already starting to turn herself against peter...perhaps she was forcing herself to forget already. ahead of the game! that was autumn...wasn't it? confused she turned to peter and forced herself to focus on his last bit. who in the hell was he talking about...acting tramatized? waaaaiiit. she could have slapped herself in the head for forgetting the entire conversation she started. rolling her eyes in slight anger at herself, she shrugged. "maybe she's like a spy or something. she looked fimilar- i just don't know from where." oh well. tomorrow cassandra would be the past.........but, so would peter. letting go of all thoughts of cassi wouldn't bother autumn for a second. but she already knew that letting go of peter would cause pain, and sleepless nights. even if she had reoccuring nightmares of some vicious peter that was ready to tear her apart.......
A clean slate, one more day further away
yeah, let's not pretend that autumn forgot about her time spent in that endless nightmare of her coma and not to mention her current episode. or every other dream since she had been in that coma. hell, even daydreamt of the 'other' peter. her gaze followed her thoughts to her knight in shining armor (ha). so how easy was it? how easy was it for him to live with humans...pretend he belonged? and just how easy would it be for him to turn his back on all of that and follow his father? he did say he despised his father.....that he wanted vengeance. and trust me, vengeance was a powerful thing.....
I want you, you don't want me
My mistake for wasting yours and mine
I want you, but will you stay
With me today?
With me today?
autumn wasn't stupid. she knew a lot of people. some of them live soully for vengeance in one way or another. and for some people, it destroyed them. they were always searching for power to exact thier vengeance.....sometimes humans would turn themselves into vampires, or vampires would go on a killing spree to get enough blood- powerful blood- all in order for vengeance. hell, almost everyone autumn knew that had a vendetta ended up loosing themselves in the process of it. so how easy would peter throw her away in order to gain power to destroy his very own father? and what would he do afterward? i mean, there'd be countless vampires throwing themselves at his feet in order for a new leader. would peter take his rightful place at the throne once he was done with his father? could he? could he really do it? autumn chose to say no. to believe no. but when she's seen so many people do it in the past. so many people she's learned to trust and love.........
I need you, you don't need me
When you are low, I am not okay
I want you, but will you stay
With me today?
With me today?
With me today?
With me today?
peter was different though. right? but why? because he was half-breed? or because...........he just was? scowling slightly, autumn mulled over the thoughts. her arm did sting from where her nightmare peter had delivered a vicious blow- but she pushed the pain away. after all, it was just a scratch. she's survived worse.....a lot worse. and it was almost sad to say. but that was the life of war, wasn't it? it didn't matter the age or sex in war's path. it didn't matter if they were weathly or poor. if they had a family or not. it was fight or die- your choice. and so she ignored the scratch- evidently she was the only one ignoring her injuries because peter spoke up. heaving a heavy, overdramatic sigh- she nodded. "oh! yes mom! we better get this covered ASAP or i might DIE from bleeding to death." the 'new' autumn spoke up, joking. her voice so dramatic, it could have been thrown into the cheap soap opreas of today. with a soft grunt, she pulled herself into a sitting position.
A clean slate, one more day further away, yeah
but as she sat up, every regret she had regaurding peter hit her again..along with a fresh wave of pain. she should say something. something memorable- and then say something about returning. but she didn't- hell, she wasn't even sure if she could say anything to him. so, silently, she pulled herself to her feet. pausing, she streached her arms as high as she could reach before offering a hand to peter. "besides, somebody has to be back at camp to babysit cassandra." she added, only half joking. she didn't trust the girl, and not only that but, if she and peter where out of camp at the same time....for a great period of time...the seemingly innocent human freaked.
I want you, you don't want me
My mistake for wasting yours and mine
I want you, but will you stay
With me today?
With me today?
a pause. then, randomly....she turned to peter. "a piercing! maybe i should get one of those! yeah! and then a tattoo!" too bad she didn't have time, or the patience for either. damnit. she wanted to do something dramatic before leaving. another horrible thought flashed through her mind. a tattoo---remembering peter. hell yeah!!! the very thought almost brought out another burst of laughter. but she kept this one at bay- thoughts of tomorrow already sobering her up.
I need you, 'cause you need me
When you are low, I am not okay
I want you, but will you stay
With me today?
With me today?
With me today?
With me today?
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Post by xXPeterxX on Jan 29, 2009 18:45:14 GMT -5
The clearing had been so quiet before, their soft murmurs the only thing to break the ominous silence. And then Autumn’s abrupt laughter began to ring loudly through the trees, confusing Peter. What was she laughing at? At him? Although it amused him in the slightest way, it didn’t really surprise him. It seemed that nothing the girl did could surprise him anymore. Not after everything else. She just continued laughing, dragging it on for another minute or so, and that’s when he realized that it didn’t sound as… jolly as laughter usually did. There was something lurking beneath her laughter. Something sad. He could sense it.
Wait a second now. Why was Peter assuming he could sense anything from her? And why did he always assume the worst? As much as he could have denied it, and very well might have, it was there. The weird way he always knew when there was something wrong with her, and – even weirder – she with him. It was there. Was it just because of all the time they’ve spent together these past months? It was the only logical answer Peter could make sense of. However, regardless of any of this, the boy chose to put it out of his mind, and when the laughing subsided, and Autumn made an excuse for the unexpected outburst, the clearing was quiet once more.
Hm. Mental image. He silently contemplated what mental image could have made this girl, this soldier, laugh so hard, in such a sad sort of way. He studied her profile for a second, then turned back the stars, knowing he wouldn’t find anything there. Was it just him, or did Autumn seem a little less like herself than usual? Then again, she’d been acting strange ever since she had woken up from her coma. He vaguely remembered the night she had finally woken up. He had been sleeping himself actually. All those sleepless nights had finally taken its toll on him. He’d been in such an uncharacteristically deep sleep that he couldn’t will himself awake until he’d smelled the steel blade of Autumn’s sword hovering at his throat.
At first, he felt a strange sense of relief at realizing that the girl was awake at last, but her behavior toward him had been anything but grateful. She had acted as though he was the one responsible for her comatose state. When she’d ultimately come to her senses, the girl had felt along her neck, as though looking for the marks of a vampire! Peter could only assume she’d had some sort of nightmare. One so vivid and so real that at first she didn’t know it had been a dream at all. He realized that she’d said more tonight than any other day in the past few weeks.
About half way through his reply about Cassandra, he noticed that she barely seemed to be paying attention, let alone registering what he was saying. What was wrong now? Why was she acting so outlandish all of a sudden? She seemed to snap out of it in time to hear his last statement and reply herself. “Maybe she’s like a spy or something. She looked familiar- I just don’t know from where.” Peter nodded absent-mindedly. When he mentioned the new addition to her forever growing list of injuries, she just shrugged it off with a joke.
“Oh! Yes Mom! We better get this covered ASAP or I might DIE from bleeding to death.” He didn’t laugh. On the contrary, his expression was deadly serious. She’d lost so much blood already that, for all they knew, she could bleed to death from something as small and simple as a cut. But he had to admit that this particular cut looked a little deep, which concerned him. He wondered how the hell she’d managed to do this to herself without his knowing about it. “Let’s just get it cleaned up, okay?” he said softly, not really wanting to fight her.
She pulled her arm away from him and pushed herself up off the ground. While she stretched, Peter grabbed his sneakers and shoved them over his feet, retying the laces easily. When he looked up, he saw Autumn’s hand suspended near his head, offering to help him up. “Besides, she said. ”Somebody has to be back at camp to babysit Cassandra.” He gave her a vastly small, very brief smile, something exceptionally rare for Peter, and accepted her hand. (Has he ever actually smiled?) Not wanting to put even more strain on her injuries though, he pushed himself to his feet without putting any weight in the hand he held.
As he did so, Autumn unexpectedly exclaimed, ”A piercing! Maybe, I should get one of those! Yeah! And then a tattoo!” Peter gave her an odd look, but couldn’t help another one of those brief smiles. This one lasted a bit longer. However, it faded when the girl grew quiet and the humor left her eyes.
When he was standing at full height, her hand still enclosed in his, the pair was standing only inches apart. He’d never noticed before, but she was at least half a head shorter then himself. Looking down, he met her crimson eyes. Why did she look so distressed? There was something unsettling skulking behind her oddly timed jokes and seemingly impulsive questions. It gave Peter an uneasy feeling. On the other hand, a lot of things were giving him an uneasy feeling lately: Cassandra, the war, being in one place for so long, the growing threat of Rasputin’s army, being this close to Autumn…
A replay of that night in the cemetery flashed before his eyes, and just like before, he felt an overwhelming urge to comfort her. He remembered the weirdness between them after that night. However, it somehow didn’t sway him from doing what he did next. Instead of stepping away, like every fiber of his being was screaming at him to do, he felt himself leaning in closer. So close that their heads were nearly touching. His free hand was very slowly, very cautiously reaching up as if to gently coddle her cheek or tip her chin nearer.
But before it could go any further, an violently loud crash echoed tersely in the boy’s ears. Jerking his head back, he looked in the direction the intruding sound came from. It had come from down the trail ahead. The route leading back to their campsite. “Come on.” he hissed under his breath, the moment broken but not forgotten. Still clutching Autumn’s hand, he hurried down the small, worn path toward the noise, trying to set a pace she could keep up with, unsure of what they were heading into. |
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Post by x.Wolf.x on Jul 20, 2009 0:48:03 GMT -5
song: Pop Evil- 100 in a 55
Turn back on the broken heartaches
Somethings are just meant to be
damnit! why? why was this becoming so hard and getting harder by the minute? why can't she just turn away and leave peter? why can't she forget him, no matter how hard she tried? she did it to everyone else, didn't she? she had no problem leaving her family and anyone that had ever cared for her...she had no problem leaving her soldiers or anyone else when the time came to abandon camp and she never remembered the people she left behind. no, the past was the past and she always looked forward- or at least she used to........
I still believe that we got a chance
Still believe that we got a chance to be
To much is never enough
And too little is never enough
Full speed got me looking out my rearview
I can’t go back
.....but then she met peter, and suddenly she didn't have to protect every word she said, she didn't have to nod and agree with what somebody ordered her to do, with peter she felt alive.....she felt like herself (or at least she thought it was herself, after all...autumn didn't even know who her real self was.) honestly, autumn was many people posing as one person. she was the military commander, the fearless leader but somewhere well hidden and way beneath that commander was a terrified teenage female that just wants to live and be free...no more blood, no more wars and no more fighting! she wanted to love, to grow old and have a family and even friends. yet- she could never, ever have any of these things...even if she relinquished her position she would never have the things she dreamed of. for she, like everyone else she had known, was on a mission...a mission she didn't expect to live through. she had to end the war that plagued this land- she had to exact her own revenge. she knew that the need to kill her father was slowly taking over her soul....yet she couldn't seem to care (except for her lost future) she would lose nothing....except for peter, but then again did she ever really have him? they were never in any official relationship- besides that night.
Going a 100 in a 55
Then I don’t know why, I’m still alive
But I’ll do what I can
But I know I can’t take anymore
I still believe in this rock-n-roll
And I pray the music’s gonna save my soul
But until then, I still believe
Somethings are just meant to be
she closed her eyes briefly, remembering that night. that one perf- wait a damned second. IDIOT! she was such a teenager! she had to resist the sudden urge to beat the living hell out of herself for that last thought. peter's voice cut off any train of thought...again. "Let’s just get it cleaned up, okay" there was no challenge, no underlaying threat....peter was not even bothering to fight her anymore. and perhaps, she should forget her nightmare peter....and focus on the peter now....seeing that tonight would be their very last. just remembering that simple fact brought another strong wave of pain, already she was beginning to feel all of her newfound life slowly sap away. heaving a heavy sigh, she gave peter a suddenly very solemn nod "fine. whatever you say." she muttered.
It’s messed up, but I got this mission
Drunk again, I won’t remember anyway
She said it’s just a game boy
Don’t be gone, don’t be gone for long
10 years I’ve been doing this forever
It’s all I know, Baby, please don’t turn away
I know you don’t believe in me
What I do, believe in you
wait.a.second. did he just-? peter can smile?! now this time she couldn't help but grin, she was fully prepared to offer a comment on his very first smile...however, she was cut off upon the contact of their hands as he accepted her offer to help him up. as peter rose to his full height, she finally just realized that...standing this close she had to look up to meet his gaze. interesting. it took another moment to realize that peter has yet to free her hand, though for the first time in a very, very long time she also realized that she didn't want him to let go....ever. her breath caught as his gaze met hers, and for a moment, if only for this moment...time froze. the world no longer mattered, the war was forever gone, blood was not endlessly spilling...leaving oceans of death. for this one moment, they were not peter and autumn, not a half-breed and a human, not two starry eyed teenagers, for that moment they belonged....there and with each other. and for that moment, autumn had everything.
Going a 100 in a 55
Then I don’t know why, I’m still alive
But I’ll do what I can
But I know I can’t take anymore
I still believe in this rock-n-roll
And I pray the music’s gonna save my soul
But until then, I still believe
Somethings are just meant to be
that feeling almost gave her hope of her future, hope of someday reliving this moment....at the very same time this moment slowly destroyed her. this moment was meant for dreams, and she would never, ever forget it. she would remember this with her dying breath.
I’m still falling
Away from here
Away from here
I’m still falling
The weights are finally gone
I can’t go away
I’m in too deep
she was frozen, but peter wasn't. it took her a but moment to notice that peter was not moving away this time, but instead he was leaning closer. she caught the movement of his other hand out of the corner of her eye. but this time, though her instinct told her to run for the hills, she ignored her thoughts. no more thinking. her eyes fluttered closed and just as peter was inching lower to her, she was raising up to meet him....slowly standing on the tips of her toes. her hand, still holding onto his, tightened...almost in an encouraging way. she knew what would happen next. she knew she would rather enjoy this......just then she realized she was still holding her breath, waiting for- CRASH! BANG!
Going a 100 in a 55
And I don’t know why, I’m still alive
But I do what I can
But I know I can’t take anymore
I still believe in this rock-n-roll
And I pray the music’s gonna save my soul
But until then, I still believe
she froze completely, her eyes opening and then slowly turning into a vicious glare. whatever had just interrupted one of the best moments in her life was going to die.....slowly. she dropped back...standing flat on her feet now. and the seconds of sheer silence between the noise and any other reaction came crashing down, bringing reality with it. had she just...? was she really going to kiss peter again? had she really encouraged him to...? no. she couldn't do this to herself, if she allowed this now....leaving peter could quite possibly destroy her completely.
Going a 100 in a 55
And I don’t know why, I’m still alive
But I do what I can
But I know I can’t take anymore
I can’t take no more
I still believe in this rock-n-roll
And I pray the music’s gonna save my soul
But until then, I still believe
before she could take off toward the sound, peter spoke up....then seconds later took off. too late did autumn realize that peter had not dropped his hold on her hand, and as he took off...she lurched forward and then began running with peter having no choice now. she scowled at the path ahead, mentally kicking herself for allowing that little scene...for allowing herself to believe and hope. she was getting weaker the longer she stayed with peter and she knew it. she would leave tonight, she decided finally..............just as soon as peter fell asleep, she would slip away forever this time.
Somethings are just meant to be
I still believe
Somethings are just meant to be
I still believe, somethings are just meant to be
Yeah I still believe
Somethings are just meant to be
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Post by xXPeterxX on Jul 22, 2009 1:26:05 GMT -5
inspiration: i'm breathing - jet black stare
Ridin' high on an angel's wings
and the devil sings inside my head
Ooh-oh Ooh-oh
Curse the world! Curse it all! Curse whoever it is controlling this "grand design" that is made to sound so wonderful but is really just a messed up world filled with angst and hate and confusion! Wretched, wretched beast! Peter cursed himself as well. What was he thinking? He wasn't thinking. That was the problem. When Autumn was around, the walls so carefully built around him came crashing down, and they didn't even put up a fight. Not anymore. He didn't think. He just said stuff and did stuff he'd never even thought about before.
And while he cursed everything within his vicinity, he couldn't bring himself to curse Autumn. Not with enough heart anyway. He hated her for making him feel this way. But he didn't really hate her. He couldn't find it within himself to really hate her. It's true, she was partially to blame for his current state. If he hadn't met her, things might not have changed. He might still be a wandering loner, lurking in the shadows, never truely living. But what exactly had he left behind by allowing Autumn into his life? A peace of mind? That was the only thing that he really missed about his old life. He couldn't stand all the confusion. It was like torture! Only worse. Self-inflicted torture.
And now I'm lookin' for the reasons why
I'm alive
And now I've finally come to realize
As he ran, he reflected. He couldn't help it. Time seemed to slow down around them, even as they crashed through the trees at a speed that couldn't have been natural for either of them. Half-breed or not. Just for a second, when their eyes met, Peter could have sworn he could read Autumn's mind. And he felt... vulnerable. Exposed. Like she, too, could see into his soul as deeply as he saw into hers. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. There was something there, like a magnet, pulling him closer. In that moment, it was just the two of them. No war, no Cassandra, no disfunctional families. They understood each other. And they knew nothing would ever be quite the same again.
But the more he tried to analyze it, the more his certainty faded. He'd thought he could clearly see through her. It was as if she was saying "please don't let go." And though he wanted to deny it, he couldn't, because in that fraction of a second, he'd wanted so badly to keep her there forever. He didn't even realize he was leaning closer until their foreheads came together. Her skin was hot against his. In the back of his mind somewhere he worried that her fever from this morning had returned. She closed her eyes, and he felt her hand tighten in his as he held it between them. And then...
It was over. Interrupted by whatever it was they were racing toward now. At the time, he'd thought her gentle squeeze was encouragment, but now he entertained the idea of fear. That night in the cemetary had haunted them both to the breaking point since it had happened. Surely she didn't wanted to repeat it when she knew she was to leave so soon. Stupid, stupid boy. What's happened to you?
Waking up from a dream I'm in and the nurse walks in
She looks and says
Ooh-oh Ooh-oh
It was time he faced it. Autumn is what happened. He's changed. And it's all because of her. He was almost afraid to see her go. He didn't want to fall back into the same old pattern. He didn't want to become the person he'd been before. If she left, and he was left to himself, is that what would happen? Is that how it happened last time? He felt his own hand tighten around hers, as if afraid to let go.
The scars on his back burned as old memories flared in his mind. After everything, he'd been left alone, obviously given up for dead. How could a little boy like him survive alone in this world with nothing and no one to help? That had been Rasputin's one miscalculation, other than allowing the boy to be born at all. He'd underestimated Peter. And neither he nor Peter knew yet that that would turn out to be his greatest mistake of all.
"And everything will work out right."
Peter came to a halt just outside of camp, holding out his other hand to steady the girl beside him if she happened to fumble because of his sudden stop, though he didn't expect her to. Through the canopy of trees he could see something shifting at the other edge of the clearing. He inched closer, carefully remaining hidden, while still straining to make out the shadow a little more clearly. The creature came out into the open and... it was a dog.
The four-legged beast began rummaging through a pile of blankets, but quickly became bored and moved onto a crate nearby containing bottled water and medical supplies. Scanning the clearing for any other source of life, Peter noticed the cot tipped over and Cassandra's cooking pot on its side further away from the fire pit than it had any right to be. His eyes strayed back to the dog just as it gave the box a hard shove. The wooden crate was capsized and all the contents spilled out onto the ground.
"Hey!" Peter barked in a low, hoarse voice. He hadn't realized his throat was so dry. He dropped Autumn's hand and stomped into the clearing, trying to make as much noise as possible to scare the dog away. "Get out of here! You don't belong here! Go on!" The teen waved his arms at the animal who had turned to stare at him. With his tail tucked between his legs, the skinny brown mutt skittered off into the trees with a slightly terrified look in his eyes. Peter assumed it meant he hadn't had much interaction with humans or... humanoid creatures. Or if it had, they hadn't been all that warm and fuzzy.
I can't erase
This feeling I can't escape
A dog! A dog was what had caused the noise. The... interruption. Damn scavenger. Peter thought with malice, though he couldn't help feeling just a bit sorry for the beast. It had looked awfully skinny, even after polishing off whatever it was Cassandra had been cooking in that pot of hers. When the dog was gone, Peter went to clear up the mess, throwing out whatever was soiled and salvaging what he could. Not much had been damaged. He busied himself with trying to reconstruct the camp the way it had been before. He didn't turn back to Autumn. He wasn't sure he wanted to see whatever was there. Not after what had just happened.
No longer would that night in the cemetary haunt him. This night was sure to invade his dreams now. His every thought. He couldn't find the words that were on the tip of his tongue and in the back of his mind to say to Autumn, so he let an awkward silence fall over them. He wanted more than anything to know what Autumn was thinking. Did she hate him? Was she as confused as he was? It seemed like that was all Peter was nowadays. Confused. Pulling a lighter out of his pocket, he grabbed a hand full of thick twigs from near the fire pit and set to work constructing a sort of teepee with them. Then sat back and watched it go up in flames.
And now I'm lying on the floor and I really need to find the anwswers
Lying on the floor 'cause I've given every piece of me
And I'm breathing
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Post by x.Wolf.x on Jul 22, 2009 2:23:23 GMT -5
song- tantric- breakdown.
In your life
you seem to have it all,
You seem to have control
But deep within your soul,
You're losing it
You never took the time,
Assume that you're to blame
You think that you're insane,
Won't you spare me
autumn followed silently, not really having the choice to linger behind no reason to dwell on the memory of what had just passed between them. she refused to look up at peter, instead she scowled darkly at the place where their hands met...her hand lost in his cool grasp. she shook her head silently, still lost in her world of thoughts.
well, that was stupid. very, very stupid of her. what happened to her self control? what happened to the rules she had always held so close? damnit what was happening to her?! every single time peter came around, its like the military half of her no longer existed. all of her self control slipped until she was just another teenage female. every time he was around, all of her dirty little secrets spilled until he knew everything she had fought so hard to hide and cover up. she spent years trying to erase what happened between her and her father, and yet peter knew most of it. she refused to even mutter more then orders to everyone else......until she met him. stupid peter. stupid autumn! with him, she felt like she finally belonged.....and she wasn't sure if she liked it.
I know the breakdown
Everything is gonna shake now, someday
I know the breakdown
Tell me again am I awake now, baby
You can find the reason that
No one else is living this way
Living this way
tonight she would leave him, she would finally rid herself of the half-breed, she would no longer burden him with her company. it was that damned easy, so why did her chest ache with the mere thought of leaving him? why was she suddenly so afraid of being alone? she turned her glare to peter. it was all his fault. he ruined her, he shattered every wall she struggled to put up over the years.
her glare was shattered as his grip tightened ever so slightly. all of her anger toward him shattered as well. she wanted to be angry, she wanted to hate him for changing her into something she didn't even regonize.......yet she couldn't. her hard glare softened completely, even as she fought it.
as peter came to a sudden halt, she did take a few extra steps before she could still herself comepletely...but she didn't stumble. autumn never stumbled!......unless peter was around.
Yeah, your lies, your world is built around
Two faces of a clown
The voices in your head think there's four pawns down
Well, in this unity, faith has found the need
You better check yourself before you check out
when her eyes locked on the small furry creature invading the camp, she couldn't stop the laugh that erupted. out of no where it seemed, autumn was laughing quietly to herself again. her....moment had been ruined by a stray mutt! for a moment, she hated this dog. she hated it more then she hated herself at the moment.
but autumn could never hate an animal, she had been prepared to offer it some food when peter dropped her hand in order to chase the poor creature away.
....wait a moment, why was she....why did she feel so alone once peter broke his grasp!?!?! god.damnit. damn.it.all. bloody.hell. the dog was forgotten as she silently watched peter fix the damage done by the stray, glaring at his back the entire time. this was stupid, all of this. she had to be the stupidest person around. when peter sat by the fire, she paused...then decided to join him.
though when she sat down, this time she remained a few feet away. her gaze locked into the middle of the fire, refusing to even glance at peter. her mood now darker than it was before, now that she had time to re-evaluate the situation. after a moment, she opened her mouth to say something....anything that might break that awful silence surrounding them- but her jaws snapped shut a moment later. there wasn't anything to say...was there?
she had been about to kiss peter, and moments after that she was ready to spill everything she had felt for the half-breed. and for some reason, she couldn't feel pissed with herself for that.
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good, they were distracted. a twisted grin ruined the small females features as she silently watched the teens rummage through the camp. she had witnessed everything that had happened between them, she could couldn't help but to carry that wicked smile since their last little moment. this was perfect, almost too perfect. she could tell they were both really distracted, neither of them noticed her....even as they ran right past her in their hurry to find out what had just shattered their dreams.
she had to bite her lip from laughing out loud as the other female sat further away from peter than she usually did....and the way both of them stared mindlessly at the fire. this was going to be easier than she had ever imagined. gripping the syringe that held her newest invention tighter, she silently stood up.
pausing for only a moment to make sure neither of them had heard her movements, Katili inched closer to the distracted couple. pulling the syringe containing the 'rage' syrum....she headed straight for peter's back. her dark gaze narrowed on her target when she was just inches from his back, this time not even daring to breathe as she inched closer still.
she knew from autumn's position, she couldn't see katili's shape through the fire.....and was too distracted to even notice the small sounds she occasionally made.
with another twisted grin, she aimed for his shoulder, and in one swift motion brought the syringe down and into the boy's shoulder. instantly injecting the serum into his veins.
now with him out of the way, she turned her attention to autumn.
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Post by xXPeterxX on Jul 22, 2009 22:33:14 GMT -5
inspiration: hero - pop evil
I'm barely breathin'
I'm barely alive
When did it all come tumblin' down?
Your actions speak louder than all of the thunder
That you've brought back, down on me
Peter stole a glance at Autumn from the corner of his eye. The fire cast shadows over both of them, but lit their faces. He could see how tense her jaw was, though he hadn't seen her failed attempt to say something to dull the edge. How was it that they were sitting on pins and needles now when just minutes ago there had been nothing holding them back? Her crimson eyes glared uncomfortably at the fire, and Peter had to wonder if she was angry with him. For his... behavior. What had made him do it? He wanted to say it was the look in her eyes that did it, but he would have been lying.
The boy's grey eyes focused on the fire, watching the flames dance. He could practically hear them laughing at him. Stupid boy. they cackled. Insolent fool. He picked another twig up off the ground and threw it savagely into the fire without thinking. Then, ashamed for letting his temper get the best of him not only once but twice tonight (the tiny scratches on his knuckles bring us back to tonight's earlier outburst), he hung his head and massaged his forehead with a cool hand.
Your days are empty
Your nights are blind
I won't be the reason, you fall this time
It's true. He didn't notice Kat approach them from behind. And if he lived through what happened next, he'd be mortified to know he'd let himself become so distracted that he couldn't have seen what was coming. He lowered his arm and stared into the fire as Katili silently clambered up behind him, and for a second, his back stiffened, feeling another presence within close proximity. And then something sharp pierced the skin along his collar bone.
The second the venom hit his bloodstream, a burning sensation seized his body. "Eh..." A soft choking sound escaped his throat. His eyes widened and his hands flew toward his shoulder, groping for the syringe in uncontrolled panic. His hands fell on the needle and he grasped it tightly, ripping it from his skin and hurling it across the clearing. Somehow Peter found himself on his feet and nearly stumbled back into the fire.
He swung his entire body away from the flames, knocking something over in the process (though he was in too much pain to notice what), and feeling as though he didn't have complete control of himself. He tried to take a gulp of air but found he couldn't. At that moment, something in Peter's head just burst. It was like his head was on fire! He clutched his head, gasping for air and stumbling backwards.
What the hell is going on?! his thoughts screamed. What ha... "Ahh!" he hissed through his clenched teeth as another shocking wave of pain nearly shoved him off his feet. He forced his eyes to open, though they were only little slits. He made out the blurry figures of Cassandra and Autumn, still standing near the orange haze he was pretty sure was the fire. His vision kept coming and going, and every surge of intense pain was just a little more excruciating than the last.
With what little control he could find, he forced his mind to work out the obvious. Cassandra... ahhh! One of his hands flew to his stomach as if he'd been kicked, and he doubled over. Loosing his balance, he tripped forward onto one knee, his other palm planted firmly on the ground infront of him. Cassandra... injected something... "AHHH!" He ground his teeth together, baring his fangs at the ground in frustration.
And... and now she's... now she's after Au- ... Autumn! He tried to straighten up and step forward, but he only stumbled again and ended up back on his hands and knees. Peter could feel his eyes changing now from their normally placid grey to the menacing red that takes over when his vampire side breaks through. He sucked in as much air as he could through his teeth as another pang of agony washed over him. He used part of it to keep from passing out, and the other to shout as loud as he could to Autumn, "Run!"
No more second chances
No more lies
This time, your going down
OOC// Cheesy last line. Yeah. Anyway, I used Hero for this because I didn't want to use I'm Breathing again when I just used it for the last one, and I like Hero. And besides, some of the lyrics fit. But the lyrics I didn't use really fit part of the plot later on where they're all mad at each other, so I'll probably use it again soon. Random bit of information for ya. |
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Post by x.Wolf.x on Jul 24, 2009 23:52:17 GMT -5
'maybe i should just say something to, you know, to break the silence between us so that maybe....'
'ah, shuddup. what in the hell was that?! becoming the sappy teen that you vowed you wouldn't, eh?'
'no, no, no its...just'
'no. its not. shut up, get over it...now.'
'BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!!'
'fine. im not going to talk to you anymore!'
'fine!!'
great! she had just got done having a full argument with herself, and then some how...she lost. and now she wasn't talking to herself. but, in her defense...who else could she talk to? she didn't even know where cassandra was and there was no way in hell that she could have this conversation with peter. she could just picture that disaster now 'hey, peter.' 'hey' 'so, i really, really like you and i don't know if i want to go back to the army now. i just kinda...want to stay with you if that would be okay?' 'uh- screw off, autumn...can't you see? your only slowing me down.' 'oh. okay peter, sorry' yeah, what a colorful imagination she had, huh? yet...for some reason she couldn't picture a conversation like that going very far with peter. there was no way she could talk to him....and no that autumn really wanted...really needed to talk to somebody- she had no one. the thought frustrated her to no end. it was times like these that she really, really missed her mother. her mom had always been soft and caring and always offered her advice on anything.
wait, stop there. her mother was dead, her father made damned sure on that fact. what good would it do for her to wonder about it now? she was gone. forever. suddenly, autumn's eyes burned with tears that threatened to fall. her family was gone, she was leaving peter tonight...she literally had no one and she never would either. she was doomed to be alone from now on. her gaze locked on the ground, hiding her tears from peter. after another silent moment that dripped with tension, she wiped the tears away. screw this! she was going to say something and she was going to enjoy her last night with peter, damnit! and yes, maybe she would kiss him and she would LIKE IT! ha!
her crimson gaze narrowed for a moment before she raised her gaze to meet peter's, determination shining in her gaze. her jaws parted to say something to break their silence....and then suddenly cassi had stabbed peter. whatever she injected him with obviously caused the half-breed a lot of pain by the way he was writhing. then she noticed something.....her nightmare peter....he was surfacing, hiding the real peter away.
well, that plan was ruined. she barely heard him as peter ordered her to run. her crimson gaze narrowed dangerously for a second. autumn does not run in the face of danger! she laughed! ha- wait, this wasn't funny. whatever cassi had injected was causing peter to shift into his vampire state and now the female was racing toward her with a dagger in hand. autumn had been completely caught off guard this time...her weapons laying five feet from where she now stood.
cassandra let out a feral sounding snarl as she tackled autumn to the ground, digging the dagger into autumn's ribs and twisting before yanking the weapon out again. how?! how had this untrained female taking down an officer of the military so easily?! another cut from the dagger tore into her shoulder. damnit! pulling her own dagger from her boot and sliced into cassandra's abdomen....but not before cassandra slammed the hilt of her dagger into the side of autumn's head.
the last thing autumn saw was the only thing she ever cared about slowly slipping away, losing himself completely...
with a grin, and autumn bleeding to death- she turned her attentions to peter. it was time to end them both!!
within seconds she was standing over the boy, bloody dagger in hand. her hand slid around the boy's forehead, the other holding the dagger to his throat--- she had been about to slice open the vampire when BANG!!! everything went black.
autumn stood- badly injured and bleeding heavily over katili's unconscious form. she turned her gaze to peter, though she only saw a gray fuzzy shape in his place....but those eyes. oh, those burning red eyes burned into her thoughts. she was finally going to die and this time she wasn't alone! she wasn't going to die alone! "yeah- take that....bisch." the last word a slurred version of 'bitch'. she turned her gaze on peter, a twisted grin taking on her features. "told 'ye i dinn't trust her. i think im-" she was cut off as her eyes fluttered closed. for a moment, she stood there, then suddenly she lurched forward- then took a few steps back. this time she ended up collapsing completely. now she was laying on the soft grasses beside peter, her blood slowly making a dark pool around her. "silly.....sil-" and she was out completely.
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Post by xXPeterxX on Jul 25, 2009 2:00:30 GMT -5
This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. Peter was too smart to really deny it, but he wished he could. He could feeling himself changing into the monster he'd always refused to be, but even that side of his didn't seem strong enough to fight off the pain. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to push aside the murderous feelings welling up inside of him. And even though the blood was rushing to his ears and drowned out most of the sounds around him, he could still hear Cassandra's attack.
Naturally, Autumn hadn't listened to him. Did she ever? Before he could stop himself, a growl rumbled deep in his chest and escaped through his lips. He bit down on his tongue, trying to keep it from happening again, but that only seemed to agrivate him more. Peter couldn't help snarling in frustration, aiming his fury at the ground. He had that much control at least. His head felt like it was on fire, so he clutched it between both hands, bending so low that his forehead touched the cool ground before recoiling in pain. That's when Katili came for him.
Her hand on his forehead was pure torture in itself. He couldn't stand her touch. All the pain in his body focused on that one point. He glared into malicious eyes, wishing death upon her. If she was here, ready to finish him off, that meant Autumn was dead, or close to it. And with that realization, something in him died too. He didn't know what it was, but any stregth he might have had left was expelled from his carcess. He couldn't pull away from her, even as she held her blade to his throat. He glared at her with pure, unadulterated hatred through those evil bloodred eyes of his, though inside he was begging for her to end it. Kill me! he screamed, pushing the thought toward her psycologically. Kill me now! He wanted to die. Anything to end this madness. His life wasn't worth living anyway. Not anymore. It might have been once, but not anymore...
CLANK.
Peter blinked, staring up at his murderer. Why wasn't he dead yet? After a moment, he realized her lance had fallen from his throat, and all there was to prove it had been there at all was a little slit, barely deep enough to draw blood. He saw a blurry form lying in a heap in front of him, and another standing over him. He strained to hear her voice, but could only catch little bits.
"Bisch... didn't trust her..."
And then she crumbled, falling to the ground still mumbling to herself. "Silly... sill-" Peter couldn't consentrate on what just happened. He didn't know how, but he ended up on his side, curled into a ball with his hands linked behind his head and his brow pressed against his knees. There he lay as the minutes ticked by. Gradually, the pain ebbed away. He was aware of a war going on inside of himself, both halfs of him pushing the throbbing burn of the syrum aside until he all he felt was a sting in his throat where blood was slowly trickling out. He was almost afraid to move, however, for fear the agony would return. Nonetheless, he untangled his hands from behind his head and sluggishly stretched. Then sat up and blinked, looking around him.
He could sense his eyes were still scarlett, and his fangs still exposed. His eyebrows creased menacingly, and the vampire in him let out a low growl when he smelled the human blood spilled all around him. Peter fought it though. He put his head between his knees until his stomach settled down. When it had, he scrambled to his feet. A dizzy feeling took over for a minute, but once he'd steadied himself, he turned to look at the scene before him. There was Cassandra, lying at his feet. She was behind all of this. Why hadn't he seen it before? He had been so blind! So stupid! Now look what his stupidity had done.
Autumn! he suddenly remembered. He glanced around, finding her body lying crumpled on the ground merely two feet away. His stomach growled. She's dead. And if she's not, she soon will be. What's the harm in making the best of a bad situation? a voice in his head chided. Go on. You know you want to.
No! He stumbled forward until he was beside the girl and got down on his knees, bending over her. She was bleeding from the side and had a massive bruise on her head. She was out cold. The boy slipped his arms under her, taking care not to rattle her injuries and make them worse. This was more than he could handle. He'd need help this time. He had to find a hospital, or Autumn could really die!
He looked down at her alarmingly peaceful face and realized that he couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let Autumn die. Not like this. Peter knew it might already be too late, but he wouldn't let her go with out a fight. For once, he was actually afraid. Afraid that he would really lose her. What would he do if he did?
Refusing to follow that thought, he took off, easily slipping into a fast, smooth lope toward the closest town. The very one they'd been in this morning. Had it really been just this morning? It seemed so long ago now... |
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Post by x.Wolf.x on Jul 25, 2009 2:53:58 GMT -5
her eyes flashed back and forth and then back again. something was wrong. what just happened?! her brows furrowed, trying to recall the last moments of her consciousness and failed miserably. everything jumbled together, like watching colorful static. she remembered cassandra was there....and so was peter and peter was bad. but why? why was peter like this!? what was she missing!? her side burned and she could feel hot, sticky, liquid oozing through her new shirt and through the armor she had underneath that shirt.
how'd that happen? she was stabbed!!! but....by who? she was sitting there with cassandra and peter was behind them in the shadows...like always and- peter stabbed her?! wait, thats wrong...something's wrong. what happened? oh! she was sitting at the fire with peter......after she, after he- they almost kissed. then they were by the fire and she was going to talk to him, going to enjoy her last minutes with the only person she trusted...and she was going to kiss him this time. and then cassandra came and stabbed peter...with something and he freaked out and then, then cassandra stabbed her.
and she stopped cassandra from killing peter. and peter was evil. and now where the hell was she? she was moving again, she could tell that much but she didn't remember getting up. maybe evil peter was moving her to some place where he could finish cassandra's job just like that. and she'd be unconscious and wouldn't even be able to fight him off. her crimson gaze fluttered open, meeting blood red...glowing eyes. so, it was true....the vampire in peter had been awakened. her peter was gone, lost forever to the monster that had always lurked within him. he was not the man she trusted...the man that she quite possibly loved. she blinked a few times, confusion and hurt shining in her gaze...though it would be hard to tell any emotions, seeing that her gaze was still glazed over and foggy since cassandra's blow to the head.
her gaze narrowed to a dangerous glare when she finally realized who it was and what it was doing. yes, it...she refused to recognize the vampire as peter...it hurt too much. "unhand me vampyre!" she spat, her glare never leaving his almost glowing eyes. instantly her hand flew to her neck, checking for the wounds. feeling none, she didn't hide the sigh of relieve that followed. she was confused again. her sword...her weapons are gone. when did that happen.
she dropped into a cold silence again, still glaring up at peter. "vampyre!" she spat. "i hate you. i hate your kind. and i.....i dont know." she attempted to shake her head. "why?- you're my......nightmare peter. why you here?"
and then she was out again, entering that comforting blackness again. and again she was dreaming or maybe this was real-life and the evil peter carrying her was the dream. "i........sorrie.....peter. i dinn't mean......"
she woke up nearly ten minutes later, sobbing like the lost...confused teenager that she was. her side burned and so did her shoulder and and and. another sob, where was her mom?!
reality came crashing down again, everything that had ever happened to her came crashing back to her. mom was dead, long long dead. her gaze met peters again "still....evil....why?" she mumbled. her gaze narrowed, confused again. her nightmare peter had joined with his father and had crushed her army. nightmare peter was merely a spy that had gained all of her emotions...all of her love and then promptly crushed her.
tears fell from her cheeks freely now, "just.....like........your......father." she mumbled again, though despite her words, she pressed her damp face into his chest and then again, fell back into her unconsciousness.
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Post by xXPeterxX on Sept 16, 2009 16:18:02 GMT -5
inspiration: Josten’s Annual Workshop, lol. Oh, and She is Love by Parachute. Nothing really taken from either. They just sufficed as background music.
How cliché. Autumn was out, subconsciously fighting for her life, while Peter rushed with inhuman speed toward the nearest hospital… and it started to rain. The cold droplets soaked his hair and his shirt within seconds, sending a shiver down his spine. But Peter didn’t notice. He was hardly aware of the rain, understandably, or anything else really. His eyes still burned red, his distress feeding his other side, pleasing it, making it stronger…
He couldn’t let it take over. He wouldn’t. He had to stop again and again when black spots continually infringed upon his vision, blinding him. When Autumn regained consciousness, though it was only for a moment, he had stopped to blink away the spots for possibly the third or fourth time. The exertion from both running and from battling against the evil nature inside trying to break loose making him gasp for air. ”Unhand me vampyre!” she murmured, her limbs twitching as though she was trying to move, to struggle against his hold, but couldn’t find the strength.
Whether her dull whispers were a result of her state or his distractions, he didn’t know. But even that didn’t stop the stab of pain her words inflicted upon him. He tried to ignore her as she drifted in and out of consciousness, and focused once more on finding a hospital as he ran through the trees. But they found a way in. Each insult, every word only dug deeper into his chest, twisting the knife around again and again.
”Why? You’re my – nightmare Peter. Why you here?” she asked before slipping under once more. The blade turned over. So that was it. She dreamed about him. But not him, really. She saw who she thought he was. Who he could be. She didn’t trust him to be anything else.
Strangely enough, her words weren’t making it harder for him to control himself. The evil, malicious thoughts ebbed away. The blood-red color in his eyes slowly began to fade, as did the fury inside him. Her words cut into him, killing him. His body felt cold. Colder than usual. Sluggish, though his pace hadn’t changed.
She woke yet again, her half open eyes regretful. Her apology took longer to sink in than her attacks had. Peter had only begun to grasp it when she started sobbing, her eyes opening to stare up at him. His eyes still hadn’t reverted completely back to normal, and her own were hazy and unfocused as she gazed sadly into his. Her voice was even weaker now. “Still… evil… Why?” Her brow furrowed as her eyes began to droop again. “Just… like… your father…” she whispered, her ruby eyes closing.
The boy’s breath caught in his throat, hindering something between a gasp and a sob from escaping. His blood ran cold, misery and a spark of anger welling inside. But not a second after giving into the peaceful black abyss that consumed her, Autumn turned her face to him, nestling into his chest. As if she were looking for comfort and found it here, curled against his cold body. Peter felt her hot tears seep into his shirt, and they worked like magic, spreading a warm feeling throughout his torso. A strange, numb feeling took over then, and his eyes finally returned to their natural grey just as he reached the edge of the trees.
The small village was deserted. All the humans were asleep, or locked away inside to wait out the rain. He realized it would be morning soon. A dull glow was already breaching the very edge of the horizon. He knew immediately where he was and where he had to go, though he was having trouble registering it. Instead, he let his feet guide him. The rest was a dizzy blur.
Peter couldn't remember everything that happened next. Like there were holes in his memory. However, down the line, when this night was far, far behind him, he would remember every detail.
He stumbled into the clinic, surely looking half-drowned and half-dead to the nurses who gasped when he entered. They took action instantaneously, managing to pull Autumn from his firm grip and settle her body on a gurney. He followed them without thinking, a hand always placed on the girl’s hand or her arm or on the edge of the gurney near her head. They asked him questions, but he couldn’t remember answering them. They led him through hallway after hallway into a big room where five or more doctors filed in to take over. They asked him questions too. Peter vaguely recalled giving them some excuse about camping and a mugger attacking and a dog, or something of the sort. They worked quickly, the teen’s eyes always either following their confident hands or resting on Autumn’s agitated expression.
At some point one of the doctors asked him to leave, and he snarled viciously (in a human sort of way) in the man’s face, waking from his trance for just a moment. The doctor took an involuntary step back and Peter turned away and picked up one of Autumn’s hands, squeezing it between his own and letting that state of numbness wash over him again.
It could have been minutes or it could have been hours, Peter couldn’t tell. But they finally stopped and rolled her into another room. Peter stared at the curtain, unconsciously tracing the pattern, while they changed her clothes and transferred her into a bed. They began hooking her up to machines and IVs of all different sorts. He heard then discussing blood type and where they could get enough by tonight to give her a transfusion. He could smell the blood on the garments that had been discarded in a hamper near the door. He could also smell his own blood, dried across the slit in his throat. While the doctors argued, he spoke up quietly, telling them that they could use his.
They did tests to be sure that his blood type could be substituted for hers. Then they forced him to sit still long enough for them to examine and clean the shallow cut on his throat and soon had him hooked up to a machine at Autumn’s bedside. It sucked the blood though a needle in his arm which was deposited through a tube into the IV in hers. He watched the scarlet colored liquid rush through the clear tube listlessly.
After a fair amount had been taken, the room began spinning. Peter felt light-headed and exhausted. A nurse came in to check on them both, and he watched her cross the room, following her movement with his eyes and without turning his head, which he’d leaned back against the wall to steady. She peeked through the curtain for just a moment, checking the locks on the window. He caught a glimpse of the sky, which was glowing orange as the sun set behind the trees. They must have been here for around 14 or 15 hours now. He dimly remembered a nurse offering him a menu from the cafeteria, but he’d declined.
The half-breed could feel dark shadows forming under his eyes, and his eyelids began to feel all too heavy. He heard new voices outside. They were filled with authority and argued with the doctor about talking with Peter. But the doctor – there was just one now – sent them away, saying they needed to rest and recover before they could answer the policemen’s questions. He glanced down at Autumn’s pale face, her blond hair framing it wildly. Then stared across the room at the opposite wall, his vision blurred slightly. The last things he remembered as he drifted off to sleep was hearing the beeping sound of the monitor that kept track of Autumn’s heart, the clock ticking the seconds away slowly, and their breathing matching up as his own evened out into a long, peaceful rhythm… |
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