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Post by xXPeterxX on Apr 29, 2007 20:26:01 GMT -5
'Shut the hell up, Greed. She's Injured' Peter's head swung around when he heard the voice. Where was it coming from? He didn't have time to find out because the next moment, the wolf was clawing for his stomach. The boy turned sharply, trying to avoid it, but the demon caught his right side. "Ahh!" Peter snarled furiously, gritting his teeth to keep from crying out in pain. The axe now in his hand, he swung it at the demon blindly, just trying to get it away from him long enough to pinpoint it's location. It must have dodged because a moment later the beast cried, "Who are you calling a mutt, half-breed!" Peter's eyes locked with his. With all his strength and anger, he lifted the axe and brought it down hard on the demon with hopes of slaying it once and for all.
Blood seeped through the gnarled tears in his shirt and was soaked up where it didn't. But Peter could bear the pain. For now atleast. He'd dealt with worse. Those scars on his back just behind his shoulders came to mind. The world stood still, waiting for the blow to hit it's mark. He wanted to kill the demon, to slaughter it. A voice cooed in his head. 'See?' it hissed. 'Killing is satisfying. It's called revenge.' Peter tried to ignore it. 'You have the power. Get back at the ones you hate.' it said. 'Kill them. Kill them all. Kill until you're the last thing breathing.' "Ahh!" Peter shouted, the last bit of strength in him suddenly flowing into the weilding axe as it came down, all his energy, used in attempt to slay the beastly creature. "No!" he hissed back at the voice.
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Post by x.Wolf.x on Apr 29, 2007 20:40:06 GMT -5
Don't worry about me love, 'Hey, Autumn....you might want to see this' A third voice rang this one was a lot softer then the other two, and sounded a lot more cocky. This would be Pride. Pride was actually the youngest member of the band and the newest. Pride and Autumn had been closer then the rest of the gang because Pride knew what it was like to have an abusive father and a dead mother. Crimsion eyes blinked up to find Peter was near his full-on vampire side. Autumn knew that if Peter stayed in that state for too long, his vampire side would take over and the Peter she knew would be lost. Before she could do anything at at, the wolf demon lay dead. Slain by Peter, whom was now fighting his vampire side. 'Pride. Wanna play a game?' Autumn questioned, turning to the younger member. No more had to be said between the two. Pride already knew what Autumn was up to. And so, without further instruction, Pride was at Peter's right shoulder. 'Comeon...are you going to let your vampire side win that easily?' He questioned. Though Peter could hear him, he wouldn't be able to see him. Not yet anyway. Though she wished she could stay and watch the show, Autumn's eyes closed again. With a silent cry of annoyance, she was lost and alone again. She would be here for a long time. Because, I'm not going to worry for you...
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Post by xXPeterxX on Apr 29, 2007 21:30:33 GMT -5
Peter's fangs clenched so tightly that little specks of blood dripped from his lip. His eyes grew darker and darker, deeper and deeper red. 'Come on!' the vampire said. 'Give in! It's a lot more fun over here then where your standing. Ever heard of 'the grass is greener on the other side?' Peter growled at the voice, which prooved that it was taking over because if he'd had any will power at all he never would have growled. In his mind, growling was for dogs and vermon such as demons. Then a new voice appeared.
''Come on... are you going to let your vampire side win that easily?' it asked. "No!" he shouted, his anger directed at both voices as well as himself. He grunted, his fists clenching hard and the coldness his body had been washed with slowly draining. It was working. "Ahhh!" Peter shouted one last time, all his energy put into keeping himself under control and in check. He wouldn't let himself be persuaded. He'd kill himself before that happened. Finally, the cold voice chucked, but faded. It left a silent warning. One that told the teen that he would be back.
Peter's strength gone, his knees crashed to the ground and he put his hands out to catch himself. He breathed deeply, sweat lathering his forehead. A drop slowly ran down his nose and dripped off it's tip. He turned his head to see Autumn, still lying where she had been before. He grunted, turning so he faced her. Getting his feet beneath him and his arms manuvered around her, he heaved himself to his feet, Autumn in his arms, with a strained grumble. Painful, yes, but he'd be fine. It was Autumn they'd have to worry about.
Peter shifted her in his arms and looked down at her. Her face was blank, yet seemed peaceful in a way. In that creepy way that always sent a chill down your back when you looked into a casket. No, he thought. You're not dieing on my watch. His eyes narrowed slightly and filled with determination, and a little anger. Looking down at her, he couldn't help think of that night in the cemetary. His heart felt heavy, hurt, and yet it softened. He wanted to rip it out of his chest. He still wasn't sure what to make of it yet. He didn't know how he felt about Autumn. He didn't know how she felt about him. There was no way in the world he would ever admit it outloud or even to himself that he actually might have kind of enjoyed it. Never ever would he admit that he hadn't wanted it to end. But right now, he knew that he'd have to take the time to figure it out, not just push it away.
"Hmmm..." he grumbled in frustration, his eyes narrowing further. Then he turned, leaving the demon for the scavengers, and slowly, just barely but still sort of limping because of both his wound and the added weight in his arms, made his way back through the trees toward his new camp site where he hoped Cassandra would be waiting for him. He didn't have the time nor energy to try to find wherever she'd wandered off to again.
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Post by x.Wolf.x on Apr 29, 2007 22:16:42 GMT -5
Autumn remained completely oblvious to her surroundings or her rescuer, her eyes remained closed. As she was lifted away from the grasses, her arm lolled loosely. Blood trailed down her arm and dripped from her fingertips, leaving a trail as they left the meadow and started for the nearby camp. The voices remained silent now, though they still spoke to her...she heard nothing. She felt nothing, saw nothing, smelt nothing, but she did taste her own blood. Blood rose up in her throat and her mouth with each passing breath that came out more like a desperate rasp. It was evident that she was loosing the battle to live very slowly. Moving her around wasn't doing much for her, but she couldn't be left there. In her state of 'sleep' she drifted in and out of various dreams and memories. She recalled her mother and the vision that came with it. Thoughts of her brother, of Tancrid, of the 7 Deadliest and of Peter. Thoughts of Peter lead to that night in the cemetary. And then self doubt crept in, turning her dreams into nightmares. Such as that night with Peter? Rasputin stepped in and slaughted Peter.
Though the rest had disappeared for the time-being, Pride followed Peter. The boy hadn't fully returned to his human state yet and if that vampire voice was still there, Pride would need to step it. With the scent of Autumn's blood drifting through the air and the act of vengeance moments earlier....the vampire side would be fighting pretty hard to keep in that half state that he is in now. If Pride lost Peter, he would make damn sure that Peter wouldn't harm Autumn. Ghostly footsteps fell in step behind Peter, though unheard by the half-breed.
Cassandra was indeed at the camp and with supper made too. Before she had left the house and before Peter came, she 'barrowed' the man's money. Thus, she went to town to 'buy' everything that Peter was low on stock. And food was one of them. Inside a metal pot was a steaming roast beef with vegetables to comeplte the meal. Though she hated cooking, Kat had to play innocent and this would be the best way. The moment she heard the crunching of heavy steps, her gaze rose to see Peter carrying a bloody female. In order to play innocent, she was forced to hide the grin that came with the look of the near-dead girl. Instead, she forced a horrified look on her face. "Peter! Oh no! What happened!?!?!" She spoke, though the shock in her voice was fake, years of acting made it sound geniuine. Eyes wide now as she set the wooden spoon down that she used to stir the roast beef up with and raced to make a makeshift bed for Autumn. 'You brought another! I always loved surpirses.' She exclaimed in her head. She could tell by the grim look on Peter's face that him and this unknown female were close..though she couldn't tell exactly how close. "I'll get some bandages and disinfectant" She muttered, having Autumn's bed made. And with that, she disappeared in the corner of the small camp.
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Post by xXPeterxX on Apr 29, 2007 22:34:26 GMT -5
Peter felt a strange presense around him. Like something was following him. But when he looked over his shoulder, he saw nothing. He heard nothing. He smelt nothing but Autumn's blood mixed with his own. It was driving him mad. It erged him, dared him to do what he was born for. But Peter fought it away, continuing toward camp. When he reached the clearing, Cassandra had supper waiting. Odd. The smell of roast beef and veggies filled his nostils now. How'd she get all of that?
Cassandra had a horrified look on her face when he walked into camp. "Peter! Oh no! What happened?!" she asked. Before he could answer, she began to hurry around, making a bed for Autumn. His eyes darkened for a moment, and then drained of the crimson color, returning to the bleak grey they had been before. He hid his teeth, not realizing that he'd just walked into camp with them visible. Not that it truely mattered. "I'll get some bandages and disinfectant." she said. Since when did he have disinfectant? The last time he'd gotten that he'd given it to Autumn just before she left. He'd ask later.
He didn't say anything, he merely walked toward the newly made bed and gently set Autumn down with a grunt. A trail of blood covered her arm and a bunch more soaked through her shirt. His own shirt wasn't much better. But he'd clean up when he was certain Autumn was safe. He hoped to God she would be. A blond strand of hair, now dyed red, clung to her cheek. He gently brushed it away, then shook his head angrily at himself. "Cassandra! Hurry up!"
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Post by x.Wolf.x on Apr 29, 2007 22:48:55 GMT -5
(( Runs from no where and huggles Peter, then disappears)) You almost always pick the best times.... As if on que, Cassandra appeared from the shadows a second after Peter had called for her. But she did catch Peter's moment of softness. But that simple act could have meant many things. Katili would have to do her homework for this one. She set the badages, disinfectants and even a needle with the material used to sitch people up. All of these were stolen from the hospital, but she could have just said they were baught. As Katili stood beside Peter, she looked Autumn over. Gaze narrowed momentarily in amusement. She knew this to be Autumn, a member of Jasiri's army. But what was the vampire hating comander of many armies doing here and better yet, why was she around a half-breed like Peter? Autumn was also out looking for Katili. This would be perfect, she could slip Autumn something that will throw the girl in a coma that she would never wake up from. It was a virus that ate one from the inside, which would be perfect for little Autumn laying there. Realizing that she should probably appear more helpful, she replied " I'll go get some water" Again, without waiting for Peter to reply, she was off and away from the camp agian. Pride stood over Autumn, worry in the phantom's gaze. Would she survive? Eariler, Pride tried to speak with her but she didn't reply. Autumn was slipping through his fingertips! With an annoyed sigh, Pride left. He couldn't reveal himself unless Autumn allowed him, but she was no longer speaking. She was leaving this world, he had failed. Autumn, whom was locked in nightmares moment's before, was no out of nightmares. Moments before she felt afraid and alone, but now she felt as if someone was there watching over her. Though she couldn't feel his touch, Autumn knew Peter was nearby. Jaws tightened as she tried to force herself to wake up and failed over and over again. She had to see if Peter was out of his vampire state, she had to help him if he wasn't. She couldn't go yet! Though there wasn't much else she could do, Autumn decided that now would be the best time to sift through her feelings for Peter. She had to know how she really felt about him. She had to know if she actually did care for him or if it was just some teenage emotion that was in the way. And hey, while she was at it, she could learn to fight around those emotions when it came to battle time. And so, knowing Peter was caring for her and knowing that she could use this as a break, her muscles relaxed completely. Almost as if she had died, one could guess her dead at the moment too. With her chest just barely rising and falling, limbs completely limp and pulse hardly even found. To drop the worst lines
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Post by xXPeterxX on Apr 30, 2007 10:55:11 GMT -5
Cassandra reappeared only moments later, bandages and disinfectant in hand. But what else did she have? A needle? Where in the world did she get all of this? "Where did..." She cut him off, seeming not to realize he was speaking. Almost as if she were deep in thought. A cold feeling washed over him, the same one that he always got when she was around. She was acting rather calm for the girl who had been ill with fear when her father had been murdered and the creep, a vampire nonetheless, threatened to come back for her. It was strange. Peter had been suspicious since the beginning, but he'd been too distracted to trust his instincts. He'd grown used to Cassandra's strange ways, and it only helped the girl get further in achieving her goals.
The presense that had lingered around them was gone. Some how, Peter didn't feel as strong. But he thrust the feeling away and gathered what strength he had left. Without bothering to wait for Cassandra to return, he rose to his feet and shifted through the pile of supplies that had apparently doubled since he'd last been there. Finding what he was looking for, he made sure the water bottle was one he'd had from before Cassandra had joined him. He wasn't sure if he trusted her yet. He wasn't sure of much of anything anymore. He found an old piece of cloth, perhaps even the very same one he'd used to help Autumn the first time, and folded it into an uneven square before returning to Autumn's side. He did so quickly because he didn't want to leave her alone like this for too long. Last time he'd done that the consequences had been nearly disasterous.
Sticking the bottle to his lips, he took a small drink, washing away the taste of blood that he hadn't known had been there. His lip was bleeding. Oh well. Pouring the water onto the fabric, he wiped away the blood covering her side so he could see how much damage there really was. The old wound had been torn compleatly open. Peter even thought that there might have been less flesh there then before. He'd have to stitch it up if the bleeding were to stop, she'd already lost a lot of blood already. Peter had never had to deal with stitching someone up before. He didn't know if he was suppose to do anything before hand or just stitch it and put the bandages one. He'd have to guess and hope for the best. What was the worst that could happen? Well that much was obvious.
Autumn could die at Peter's hands.
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Post by x.Wolf.x on Apr 30, 2007 16:25:36 GMT -5
And Love, Autumn's eyes remained closed, though by now her body had recovered from the shock of the attack. Though she was still bleeding, she fell into a deep coma-like state. Here she would jerk around, slightly move, squeeze one's hand and even mutter sentences, but she was not at all there. She was trapped. In a world unknown to anyone who hadn't ever been in such a state before. This world was like a dream, only more vivid then any dream. Because she was so far away now, Peter's presence was gone, she could no longer feel him at her side anymore. Though displeased at this, Autumn would survive. She would live without Peter in her mind because she knew nothing of the injuries she would awake to. Cassandra reentered for the second time carrying a bucket of heated water and a few more towels and rags. She could see Peter had started without her, but hadn't actually got far. Though he had needle in hand, he wasn't moving for Autumn yet...as if thinking consenquences through. Setting the bucket of warm water next to Peter, she too, knelt beside Autumn. " Who...Who is she?" She questioned, returning to her 'slightly in fear' state. She was curious to what the assassin and vampire slayer was doing here with Peter. It would be obvious to Autumn that Peter was a half-breed, and it was also obvious the two knew each other very well. Could Autumn be holding orders? Or better, could it be that Peter was her puppet, only to have Autumn kill him later? No, Autumn couldn't kill Peter....because Katili was here now and Peter's life and soul now lay in her very hands. Her gaze still burned on Autumn's wounds, but the rest of her senses were alert for Peter's answer. Perhaps there was more to this then Katili gained at first glance. Perhaps Autumn and Peter were a lot closer then she thought and thats why neither had killed the other yet. Teenage love was such a beautiful, yet deadly thing. If there was something Katili liked more then torturing her victim's physically...it was tearing them to shreads mentally. If this friendship between Autumn and Peter was really some hidden love, Katili would waste no time tearing the pair apart....only to reunite them in death. Finally, pushing aside her previous question, she turned to the needle in Peter's hands. " Did you staralize that yet?" She questioned. A new scene in this play had just been added. Katili would pretend she was a nurse, that she knew what she was doing...because in all reality, she did. At some point of time, Katili went to medical school and learned to be a great nurse.....she merely chose the opposite career path to follow. But anyway, if Katili made Autumn good as new again, Peter would trust her more and the more Peter trusted her, the more damage she could inflict on the unsuspecting teen. Love will tear us apart again
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Post by xXPeterxX on Apr 30, 2007 17:23:35 GMT -5
Peter's hand hovered over the needle and thread for a moment before picking it up, not looking away from Autumn. Cassandra appeared with warm water and a few rags. Where the hell was she getting all of this? Peter didn't care at that point. He'd ask once he was sure Autumn would be safe. She knelt down beside him and asked fearfully, "Who... who is she?" Peter didn't reply. Instead, her words put him to work, carefully pulling the torn skin together and poking the needle through, pulling it out on the other side.
The skin began closing, and the blood flow became less. This relieved Peter, but not once did he relax. When it was finished, he tied the thread so it wouldn't come loose or undone, and cut the string with one of his fangs. He tossed the needle aside and snatched one of the towels that Cassandra had brought in. He dipped it lightly in the warm water that was growing cooler by the second, and washed away the blood that was left. Luckly, she'd stopped bleeding. But the blood loss seemed to have thrown her into a coma. Every once in a while she'd twitch, or her lips would move soundlessly. Peter could imagine the nightmares one could have but never wake from. He was living in one.
Well, since the wound was sown up, he presumed he should bandage it up as well. Squeezing ointment onto his fingers before replacing the cap. He massaged the ointment around the wound. He had to admit that it felt a bit awkward, especially since she was out cold. But he did it anyway because it had to be done otherwise the injury would surely get infected. Then he wrapped the bandages around her just has he had only a few months ago. It all went rather quick. The quicker the better if it got her out of the danger-zone. When it was done, he paused. His expression was blank as he gazed down at the girl, hiding any feeling that might be stirring inside him from Cassandra so she wouldn't even know it was there. Then he stood, pushing off his knees for help. He felt dizzy, but he didn't stumble. He didn't fall. He'd be fine. It was Autumn that the two had to worry about.
He went back to the pile of things on one side of the small clearing and grabbed a t-shirt he had snitched a few weeks ago. But he didn't replace it with his own. No, instead, he tossed it at Cassandra. "You think you can switch her shirt with that one? he asked, not even looking at her. His head still looked down at the supplies gathered together. But he wasn't really looking for something. He grabbed his sweatshirt, the one he had worn the first day he'd met Autumn, and turned so he was facing away from the girls. He was still the same old modest guy he had been at the river that day. Waiting for Cassandra's reply, he peeled his own shirt off and replaced it with the sweater.
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Post by x.Wolf.x on Apr 30, 2007 17:59:45 GMT -5
Just in case they're wondering, Autumn 'awoke' to find herself in a world that matched the medow that she had first met Peter in. Crimsion gaze narrowed in confusion as she rose to her feet again. She was no longer injured and no signs of blood stained through her tanktop, she felt none of the pain she had earlier. Was she dead or just dreaming? She couldn't tell the diffrence. But she headed for the forest where Peter's camp lay the first day they met. Might as well look up old friends, right? A voice stopped Autumn in dead tracks. The voice belonged to Peter, but this time it was colder and came out as a long, low growl. Turning to face her friend, she opened her mouth to utter some sarcastic greeting to the teen, but the look on his face had cut her off. Peter's gaze was no longer the soft darker color they were...but a glowing ruby color. And his fangs were in plain sight. Autumn's gaze swept the clearing for any signs of enemies that might have brought this side of Peter around, but she spotted none. No signs of danger hung in the clearing, so why was Peter in his vampire form? No answer came. But gaze widened when she remembered she had last left Peter fighting a wolfdemon in his vampire form. Did that mean his vampire blood had finally taken over? " Peter......Don't" She whispered as the teen advanced, voice coming out more a plea then an order, something very diffrent for Autumn. He was deaf to her plea. She had came to the conclusion that she really did have feelings for Peter, but she wouldn't put them in writing or in words because no one should ever know of this. If she had feelings for Peter, she couldn't fight him now. So what would she do? She couldn't just sit there and let him tear her apart could she? With each step from Peter, she took one back, keeping just out of swinging distance from the teen. But clamy hands closed around her shoulders from behind. Crimsion gaze jerked up to spot the head vampire, Rasputin, had grabbed hold of her. Autumn's fighting was in vain. By now, Peter had leapt forward and was now standing directly in front of her. Without so much as a warning, the teen sank his fangs deep into the tender flesh of her neck. Vision blacked again, ending the nightmare...if only for a moment. Cassandra gave a small nod as she caught the tee in her hands. Careful not to tear the fresh sitching, she took Autumn's tank away and replaced it with the loose fitting tee. As she rose to her feet, she heard the girl speak. She was obviously having some sort of nightmare about Peter. What was it? What was it that was tormenting the young girl and how could she make it come true? Instead of lingering around and listening for anymore, she decided that giving Peter and Autumn some time together would be best. Let Peter worry and cloud his mind some more. Taking up the tanktop in her hands, she headed over to Peter. A small hand reached out for the shirt he had just taken off. " I'll wash that for you" She replied. She had to make herself useful if she was ever going to get anything done. They've got us pinned terribly.
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Post by xXPeterxX on Apr 30, 2007 21:15:40 GMT -5
The boy blinked, staring at the ground in a reverie, his shoulders haunched ever so slightly. He looked slowly over his shoulder when Autumn's whisper broke through the images into his jumbled mind. "Peter... don't." Was she awake? For a moment, Peter's heart lifted, still unknowing of how strongly he felt about the girl. Teenagers can be so oblivious. His hope sank when he saw that her eyes were still closed and her limbs were still limp. She must be dreaming. But wait, was she dreaming about him? She'd said his name. Peter didn't know. He stared blankly at her, for Cassandra had already taken care of swapping shirts. Now it was Cassandra's voice that shattered his thoughts. She said, "I can wash that for you." and held out her hand to take the shirt from him. He turned around to face her, tightening his grip on the shirt before letting it fall into her outstretched palm.
He watched her go, both bloody shirts in hand, before quietly returning to where Autumn layed on the bed Cassandra had hastely made from blankets and Peter's own cloak. He sat down beside her, wincing at the pain the shot through his side. He'd forgotten about his own scratches. But they were minor compared to Autumn's condition. He knew he should clean them up before they soaked his sweater too. He poured water from the bottle into his hand, his palm curved to hold it. Lifting the right side of his shirt, he gently massaged the scratches with the water. He dried them and did the same with the ointment. It stung, but Peter just closed his eyes and welcomed the pain. It proved to be less painful that way sometimes.
He tore a piece of the cloth that he hadn't used to clean Autumn's wounds and held it to his wound while using the bandages to tie it securly on. It still hurt, but at least now it would stop bleeding and heal. He leaned his back against a tree and stretched out one of his legs, forcing himself to relax. Closing his eyes for a moment, a strange feeling washed over him, drenching him like a bucket of water. With a sigh he looked back down at Autumn. He didn't feel guilty, because he knew it had not been his fault, but he did feel worried, despite all odds. Never in a million years did he expect to come out of the bleake hazey state he'd been in, and now here he was, worrying about a girl that he wasn't even sure how he felt about. He knew he'd probably be waiting there for a while. Peter knew that he'd probably wait until she woke from her coma, or died, even if he didn't want to. Peter hated feeling this way. And he hated being confused.
Autumn seemed so tense in her sleep. It was as though something was frightening her. He couldn't help feel bad. He knew he had to have something to do with it because she'd said his name. His hand moved to her forhead, gently brushing her hair away. Her forhead was warm. His recoiled his hand slowly. He didn't seem aware of what he was doing anymore. But he did narrow his eyes, frustrated with himself. With the compassion that burned within him, not just for her but for every living creature. It allowed him no peace. Why did life have to be so difficult? There used to be a time when one didn't have to worry about the war, about anything but what they were going to wear the next day or if they'd get to work on time. But the world got a whole lot meaner. And there was absolutley nothing Peter could do about it. He felt helpless.
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Post by x.Wolf.x on May 1, 2007 0:05:40 GMT -5
(( Since nothing happens from now and later, I'll just say this.... Several Days Later. Dude, I wrote this post out before hand and it kinda made be sad....)) Let's sleep until the sun burns out, The last time she was 'awake', Peter had lost the enternal battle between beast and man and as a result to the conquest, Peter(now in vampire form) took after Autumn. Because she couldn't bare to harm Peter, she was forced to flee from his swinging sword and lunging attacks. It was then that she was held by Rasputin and Peter had sunk his fangs deep into her flesh. Now, Autumn awoke in the same clearing the previous nightmare had taken place just days before. Instictivly, her hand rose and felt around on her neck where Peter had aimed his fangs. Sure enough, two fresh puncture wounds met her fingertips as they trailed over the skin of her neck. Though she knew she had fallen asleep days before Peter had turned into a vampire, she was sure that she was not dreaming now. The pain had been real when white fangs made contact with pale skin. Had all of this really happened? Had everything she ever known about Peter been some sort of cruel illusion? So, the night at the cemetary was all a part of some twisted prank? The very though had made her skin crawl, blood boil and heart sink to unknown depths. The mere thought had brought such pain that she actually had to bite her tounge to stop herself from tearing up. She had no time to push this sadness away or think of logical answers to any of the questions because the sounds of approaching footsteps had marked the end of the thought process. She had just realized that her senses of hearing, smell, sight and even taste had grown twice as acute then the last time she was awake. She guessed this was one of the side affects that followed vampireism. Finally, the source of the footsteps paused before Autumn....t'was none other then the culprit who had turned her into a vampire---Peter. " How could you Peter?" She spoke aloud. But Peter didn't reply. In fact he did the oppisite to what she believed would happen, he sat down beside her and took her into his arms. Despite being the undead, he felt surprisingly warm. Because her mind was already weak from fighting so many nightmarish battles and the fact that she was a teenage girl, Autumn welcomed the embrace and leaned into Peter. The two stayed like this for quite some time before Rasputin appeared. The head vampire threw a human child on the ground beside Autumn just as Peter stood and took his place at Rasputin's side. The two stared at her with emotionless eyes before Peter spoke, "Eat" he ordered. For awhile, Autumn stared at the two with wide eyes. Now that Peter and Rasputin stood side-by-side, she could tell how much the two really looked alike. Peter was nearly a spitting image of Rasputin. Could the two really be related? Before she could ask, the two turned away and left her there for her first kill. The scene ended there, like so many before that. This one however left Autumn shaking for many unknown reasons. She wasn't sure if she could handle one more nightmarish vision like that, she wasn't sure she could survive one more encounter with the new Peter. Her mind and will were literally falling apart piece by piece with each passing nightmare. So this is what it meant by 'Im falling to pieces'. Autumn could feel her mind and living will slip through her fingers but she no longer struggled to hold on to them. She figured she would just lose the battle and end up dieing. Unfortantly, Death hadn't granted her such an easy passing. She'd have to fight her way out. And so, with anger flairing up....she decided she wouldn't lose this battle with out a fight. It was then that Autumn's eyes actually opened for the first time in nearly two weeks. She was gasping and panting for air, but she was no longer locked away in that coma-like state she had been locked in. Though Autumn was unaware of her coma, unaware that the nightmares that had clawed at her brain were not real. And worse, when she reached for her dagger-she got nothing. Cassandra had removed Autumn's weapons so she wouldn't hurt herself. Crimsion gaze grew wide again. Peter. Where was he? And what could he be planning now!? Sitting upright, she realized how much her wounds actually hurt...that she was no longer free of the pain in her side. But she figured either Peter or Rasputin did this in order to punish her for freeing that child that was sppouse to be her food. Ignoring any bit of pain, Autumn crawled from the bed and stood on her own two feet. Though dizzy from the fast movements after a long time of rest and she needed to brace against the bed inorder to pick up her sword, she didn't fall. With silver sword in hand, she turned to see Peter sitting at the base of a tree. The time was indeed the middle of the night, which only brought her suspicions of her dream world further. Seeing Peter, she raised her sword, pointing the tip just inches away from the other teen's throat. Crimsion gaze narrowed, waiting to catch any movements from Peter. Though she didn't attack. Autumn believed in fair fights, so she would give Peter the chance to raise his weapon as well. Though it would take days, months or even years to get over the loss of Peter....Autumn decided that killing him would be her only escape from the hell she had been trapped in. Even with her heart on fire, and regret already seeping in the corners of her mind, Autumn stood with sword point at Peter's thoart, ready to finish the half-breed off. Autumn said nothing, this was way past words. No apologies would take back anything Peter had done to her in the last two weeks. Nothing would give her full heart back to before and so Peter would pay for it. I'm melting in your eyes....
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Post by xXPeterxX on May 1, 2007 18:37:24 GMT -5
((OOC>> I have permission to power-play from Jess. But anyone else reading this is still not aloud to power-play unless given permission by the admin or the person you are wanting to control.))
The breeze shifted, ruffling Peter's thick hair. He hardly noticed the chill that ran down his back, the zephyr breathing against the back of his neck. His eyes were closed, his head lulling slightly, dipped forward and too the side. His shoulders were slumped forward, his left hand was stretched across his stomach and gently laid upon his right side where his sweatshirt covered the deeps scratches that were already healing. Battle scars from only a few weeks ago. It was easy to see that he was asleep.
Over the days that had past, Peter hadn't slept much. He'd stayed awake, day and night, sitting at the base of the tree next to the sleeping bag made of blankets that Autumn lay on. Watching over her. Thinking. The boy only rose to stretch his legs, to bathe, or to check Autumn's wounds. There wasn't much else he could do. Cassandra was easy to look after, and it was Autumn who needed the most protection with the state she was in. Besides, it gave his mind time to wonder, to think. He'd been doing that a lot lately. The fog that clouded his head was beginning to clear. Peter thought about when he met Autumn, and that night in the cemetery. But not only about that, he thought about his father, and his mother... or at least, what he could remember of her. He thought about the war, about his life, about the future, and about the past. Nightmares haunted him, but dreams soothed him. He watched, he worried, he waited, he thought.
Peter had grown tired, for even though he didn't sleep much to begin with, even vampires get tired. And being half human, and having lost much of his strength and even some blood that day in the clearing, Peter became more prone to exhaustion then pure-bloods do. Finally, despite his occasional dozing, Peter had drifted off to sleep. And now there he sat unmoving, eyes closed and head hung. For a moment, Peter could have sworn he heard Autumn's voice. "How could you Peter?" It confused him, and yet it seemed to warm him. He hadn't heard her voice for a long while, at least, not for real. His mind seemed to click then, when he realized he wasn't dreaming. He willed himself to awake, despite his exhaustion. But for a moment, all was forgotten. A moment turned into a few minutes. The teen suddenly felt a tense air around him, and the smell of steel filled his nostrils. His eyes opened slowly, and he rose his head only to meet Autumn's gaze.
Her face was contorted, twisted with pain and frustration, maybe a little angry. But her eyes were sad and filled with regret. Peter looked down to see her sword pointed at his throat. Then his brain caught up with him. Autumn was awake! And she was... standing with her sword at his throat? His grey eyes returned to hers questioningly. He could see she was drenched in her own sweat and was shaking. And he could see that her wound, which he had carefully tried to stitch up, was grieving her with much pain. She looked dizzy. Their eyes stayed locked to each other. She almost looked... frightened. Her joints were stiff, and her muscles sore. And after a minute, she began to sway. She staggered, her sword falling back to her side. And her legs collapsed beneath her. Peter was on his feet in an instant and had caught her before she could hit the ground. He lifted her feet off the ground and knelt down beside the make-shift cot once more, laying her gently in it.
"You got up too fast."
He said quietly, still looking her straight in the eye. There was something odd there. But he didn't know what it was. Either way, she was awake, and that alone had increased her chances for survival.
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Post by x.Wolf.x on May 1, 2007 20:08:32 GMT -5
Just look at me....look at me now! Vision blurred and whirled violently, alarming her of the future if she pushed herself to stand with that heavy piece of metal in her hands. Though she could see Peter's eyes had changed back, she didn't allow herself to give in. In the nightmares before this, a few of them had included Peter in his human form too. But it was all an illusion to get her to lower her defenses. Before she could do any damage, her sword lowered and stuck into the dirt at her side and her knees buckled and gave out from underneath her. She hadn't the time to try and catch herself or even grip onto her sword for a brace. Autumn fell forward, only to be stopped by Peter. I think I just might trust you maybe, but Im not sure was the mood she had now. Really, she hadn't the clue to who Peter was at the moment, but she wasn't going to be the vicitim this time! She wasn't going to allow herself the heart wrenching pain that followed these nightmares. As he set her down, her right hand trailed the ground for her daggers. Because she had been so preoccupied with trying to kill Peter before the scene blacked out again, she had hardly noticed the pain in her wounds and stiff muscles. She did however, notice them now. How long had she been out? She would need to train and loosen up before she could hunt down Rasputin and the others. She did note Peter's gentle movements as he lay her back down, but she pushed them away. Every waking hour since the moment she had lost the battle with the wolf demon, she had been trapped in a world unseen before. It was as if nightmare had turned into a creature and perched itself upon her chest, refusing to let up on it's grip. She knew she was not awake, and yet the nightmare was so excruciatinly vivid. She struggled at first, to escape it's hold but failed miserably. So the nightmares became reality to her. Everything she lived and fought through was real in her mind, and she would never forget this. She had trusted Peter before, she had even came to the conclusion that she might even love the teen....and then the nightmares came. She wasn't sure, even if all of them had been an illusion, if she could ever put that much trust in Peter again. She had always known of his 'other' half but never stopped to think about it. Crimsion gaze narrowed as it met with Peter's. " Don't.....touch me" She managed to spit between her soft panting. She knew that if this was just another one of those nightmares, Peter was only playing nice for awhile and then turn against her later. He would pretend to harvest the same feelings she had but then take it all away. The entire time she was out, she had lost a lot of her she wasn't sure she could ever get back. So much had tore at her mind, things that could easily come true. Though her eyelids felt heavy, like she hadn't slept in days, she fought any urge to sleep. She fought against the pain, gritting her teeth as she forced herself to sit up agian. Feet hanging over the edge of the makeshift cot. So now what? She couldn't find her daggers and her swords would be too heavy for her to weild. Go with insticts? Maybe Peter was really human agian. Her hand trailed to her neck where Peter had bitten in the nightmare, this time finding no marks, no bumps and no scabs. Had everything seriously been a nightmare? Dreams, nightmares, illusions and reality tangled together, mixing and stirring until Autumn could no longer tell one from the other. Her mind whirled, spinning faster each passing second. Feeling faint, Autumn put a clamy hand to her hot head. Taking a few more breaths, her gaze fell to the ground. For awhile, Peter and the entire world around her disappeared. Gradually, her short panting breaths slowed to return to that steady rythm of breath all humans had. Her heart, which was pounding agianst her ribcage a moment before, slowed too. Eventually, she calmed herself to some point. Though she was still unwilling to trust Peter fully, her gaze rose to meet his once again. " What the hell is going on?" She questioned. There had to be something that she missed, there had to be something behind those nightmares, and though she doubt he had the answer.....she looked to Peter for the answer. Perhaps he could shead some light on this ordeal or not. She had to know. She had to know that Peter was actually Peter and not.......'Peter'. She had to make sure that she was just slipping when she had dreamt Peter had lost. She had to know she wouldn't have to die at his hands. Im a fake.Im a fake.Im a fake!
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Post by xXPeterxX on May 1, 2007 20:34:36 GMT -5
"Don't touch me!" she hissed at him. He didn't flinch. It was just like. Just like she'd been before that fateful night where their lifes had changed dramatically. But it held a colder tone. He stood back, looking blankly down at her while she sat up, slowly this time, and hung her legs over the cot. She was in pain, and it seemed as though her head was spinning. And for a moment, her hand rested lightly on her neck, feeling around as if looking for something. What was going on? Peter didn't know. His eyes narrowed slightly, gazeing at the spot where her hand lay. Peter knew that that was the place where vampires usually sink their fangs in for the kill. Did she think he had dared to try? Anger flared inside him, burning like acid in his stomach. The scratches on his side felt it too, for they burned intensly. But he let the anger slip away easily, he was jumping to conclusions again. But the image of her and Rasputin in the field weeks before popped into his head. He brushed it aside and moved his left hand to his right side where the pain was strongest and let it sit there for a few minutes.
He waited for Autumn to try to clear her head. While he waited, he momentarly wondered where Cassandra had wondered off to this time. Autumn put a hand to her forehead which was lathered in sweat. Peter guessed she must have had a nightmare while she was in the coma. Bending down, he picked up the half-filled water bottle that he'd set beside himself earlier. When he stood back up, Autumn met his gaze cooly, untrusting. Must have been some nightmare. "What the hell is going on?" Peter stared at her for a second, then took a sip and offered her the bottle. "A demon attacked you, opened your wound, you lost too much blood." he said, keeping things simple rather then going into long, painfully excrutiating details. "He's dead, and you've been in a coma for the past few weeks. We patched you up as best we could." He nodded toward where he knew most of her own pain was coming from. "Stitches."
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