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Post by Benedict Ace Reed on Dec 17, 2010 17:57:27 GMT -5
You'd think that after a hundred and fifty five years, five months, three weeks, and two and a half days, he'd be out of the habit by now.
And yet, he sat still, eyes closed, head rolled back against a brick wall, waiting for sleep to drift over him. Waiting for the headache to go away, for the thoughts to just disappear. He was waiting for the moment when eternity would just... run out, would finally cease to exsist. Waited for the moment when it would be necessary to sleep, when his mind had done being fascinated over the small things, done being precise over every small detail, when it stopped reliving over stupid events that took place seventy decades ago. But then again, he'd been waiting for that moment for possibly the last five decades, with no such sucess. Maybe when he'd met the century mark, his body would stop for a short snooze, before picking up and going for the next. The idea offered him the smallest amount of hope, and a tiny smile crept to the edges of his mouth, though his eyes remained closed. Which, darling, was pretty difficult. Perhaps, to a human, it would be dead-quiet, the sort of street you’d see spread out across the cinema screen playing some sort of horror movie. And yet, poor Ace picked up every sound, catching the soft breathing of a mouse nearby, the short scraping sound as an ant dragged a dead bee back to its nest, the hum of a refrigerator six houses away. And at every sound, his body flinched, the jolts so fast that they wouldn't even be picked up by human eyes. And yet, the soft, pathetic little sounds kept his body tense, waiting for the moment somebody would signal revenge. Perhaps the fridge would burst from its doors and attack him, called into action by the ant, who abandoned his bee to quench his thirst for battle. But the fact that is was entirely impossible didn't seem to calm his body, and the knee-jerk reaction didn't dare fade.
It looked like perfection had a downside.
But darling, it was only ever early mornings like these that were a problem. The day slipped by with ease, and night time spun widely out of his fingers. But early mornings were slow, when time was measured by the mouse's tiny heart beat, and boredom settled in. The whole idea of solitude didn’t seem attractive anymore—not after all these years. It had been peaceful at first, an escape from the normal roar of the bar, and then it had drifted into something more sinister. Early mornings kept his whole body rigid, anticipating that moment when someone would drift through a door, and signal the start of a new day. The initial start was beautiful; it calmed his tense body, and set a smile to his face. But as it drifted towards eight o’clock, it lost all its charm as the worried working mothers dragged their child to school, and rough husbands rushed out of the house, forgetting to kiss their beautiful wives goodbye. Weekdays were the hardest—the usual crowd drifting to work, and leaving those behind to deal with house work and the likes. Rarely did he see someone make use of such a day. There was a lady once, who Ace watched for most of the day. She cleaned up after her children lovingly, washing their clothes, making their beds, cleaning their rooms. By mid-day, she was finished, and after a quick lunch, she walked slowly around the house, fixing the roses in the vases, adjusting the frames on the walls by millimetres, and moving the blind a few centimetres to the right. After her first lap, she moved quickly onto the second, fixing everything she had already made perfect. Our darling Ace had trailed after her noisily, placing everything at a different angle, or pinching a rose to wear it on his jumper. When she noticed, she sighed, moved onto her third lap, placing everything back in order. Once again, he re-arranged everything to his own according. It wasn’t until two hours did she stop, glance worriedly at the clock and rushed out the door to pick up her children. He left her a note when he was done re-arranging everything once again, describing how he thought it was possible she had OCD, and leaving a number and address to the nearest help centre. On the other side of the note, he informed jer that the portrait of her great grandfather was roughly six and an eighth millimetres too far to the right.
See, love, that was the sort of entertainment you got when you were fascinated by the deary lives of humans.
The street remained dead at this point though; besides the annoying small details that nobody ever paid attention too. It was perhaps, roughly, three twenty am, or thirty six thousand, two hundred and fifty six, wait, fifty-seven mouse heartbeats since he’d first settled himself down on the corner. It was just a fact in his mind, something he had done without knowingly doing it. Which, if you ask me love, was just a tad bit on the creepy side. But I suppose love, if you were going to stick around Ace for long, you’d learn that normal wasn’t exactly his middle name. Not with those red eyes, pale skin, his strange obsession with blood... Darling, it was always surprising that he could skip through the day with hardly a soul growing curious. Though, I suppose they were only humans.
Ugh.
He sprawled his legs out, leaving his back leant against the wall, his head still rolled to the side, eyes still battling to remain closed. His fingers drummed beautiful tunes against the cement beside him, sharp fingernail digging flecks out without him noticing. Destroying things always came so... naturally.
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Post by Katherine Elizabeth Lennox on Jan 22, 2011 10:39:33 GMT -5
 *****After lightly scratching the back of her puppy's head, Katherine had to smile as he lifted his head for a second then laid back down to go back to sleep. It was obvious he was tired and it wasn't like Katherine could blame him for it. They'd had a tiring week with flying over from Italy then unpacking and everything. Then when Katherine had wanted to explore the woods around their home her puppy had insisted that he wanted to join her so now she had an extremely pooped pooch. Since he was sleeping, Katherine decided that now might be a good time to go do some more exploring of their new home. He could sleep and she could travel at a speed that was more comfortable to her since she didn't have to worry about him trying to keep up. Although she admired his independence, she wished her puppy would at least let her carry him around at times. Having to hold back so that he could keep up with her was extremely annoying at times.
Walking out her front door, Katherine made sure it was securely latched then without waiting any longer, Katherine took off down the steps of the front porch and made a beeline for the woods. The trees passed her in a blur as she made her way towards Forks and before she knew it, Katherine found herself standing on the outskirts of the small town. The place was completely quiet and she didn't see a single soul out on the streets, of course it wasn't like Katherine was expecting to run into anybody at this time of night. Maybe she'd bump into Edward, Carlisle or Emmett but she doubted it. She didn't think that any of them were the type of people to go wandering around town at this time of night. They wanted people to believe they were human and Katherine had the same intent. The following day she was going to be enrolling at Forks High so that she could pass as a normal human. Plus she wanted to meet this Bella person that had Edward so confused. She owed it to Edward to meet her so she could better decide what she could do to help him.
As Katherine walked down one of the streets of Forks, she suddenly heard a voice in her head. Sighing but knowing it was an animal, Katherine headed towards it since it sounded worried. It was talking to itself of course but the animal was commenting on how it had rarely ever seen a human out so late. Followed closely on that thought was the creatures thought on how this human didn't smell right. Wanting to laugh, Katherine was able to figure out that another vampire was out on the streets. They were the only humans that animals had ever said didn't smell right and as she neared the voice she wanted to laugh at it's comment about another human approaching who didn't smell right. It was obvious the animal had picked up her scent and when she got closer she was able to identify it as a mouse that was scurrying along the edge of a building.
As Katherine approached an alleyway, she turned to see a man sitting on the floor and leaning back against the wall. Tilting her head to the side curiously, Katherine wondered what he was doing there and it was easy for her to figure out that he was a vampire. Crossing her arms over her chest, Katherine smirked slightly as she looked down at the male and asked: "Is there any particular reason that you are sitting on the ground?"
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Post by Benedict Ace Reed on Jan 22, 2011 18:26:32 GMT -5
Nothing ever lasted quite as long as that pause, that break between the night and the next day.
It was those small hours, in between four to seven really, that seemed to drag on. There was a stone-cold silence, like that belonging to a horror film, that managed to unnerve him. Though, if he was to be honest, it never really did become quiet. There was those little noises—the scurrying of a mouse, the creaking of a door, the rustle of a tree—that he tried so hard to oppress. If he could, he rationalised, hear nothing at all, then perhaps he would sleep. Complete silence, so that nothing moved, not even the wind—would things finally stop? Would he close his eyes and drift away to a different place, full of abstract thoughts and symbols? It seemed cruel, really, that there was never a pause, never a break. As mothers and fathers slept in their beds, and daughters and sons snored quietly, his mind was a constant stream. It was tortuous, this continuation of thoughts, this constant nagging. He wondered when the fuse would blow, when he’d finally get sick of himself and take matters into his own hands. Or would he become crazy by then, sick of this constant voice? Ace Reed, the crazy. It did have a ring.
There was a small flicker of activity, close to the edge of the woods, that tore his thoughts from one thing and onto the next. A constant train, at full speed; his mind was just a prison. A small twinkle; like a triangle, or a wind chime; of amusement, pure and innocent. His shoulders fell forward, as if to laugh, his mouth twitching ever-so slightly into a smile. A vampire. He’d learnt quickly that their emotions were a lot stronger, affected him more than a human’s ever could, so much that he felt like a puppet. Everything they felt, he felt too; through the sound, taste and physical feeling. It was aggravating, like losing yourself. He became more of a victim, then anything else. More cursed, then gifted.
The vampire drew closer, so that he was able to smell the scent of her perfume... and dog? A leftover smell, like the taste left in the back of your throat. A vegetarian vampire, he assumed. Who liked to eat young children’s puppies for tea—or as Rachel had corrected him, ‘dinner’. He could recall that moment perfectly, almost like reliving it, as she told him he shouldn’t use Australian ‘slang’. Why? Because it made her look like a dumbass. Rarely had anyone ever lectured him—they’d been too busy obsessing over his good-looks, which was fair enough. But Rachel—God, she hadn’t even paused in her row of onslaughts, putting him back in his place. Ironic. Here was the predator, getting bullied by his prey. The abnormality of it all had left him reeling, wondering how much he’d actually known. Wondering about her—another change on its own. His thoughts rarely revolved around anyone but himself.
He reeled his thoughts in, as heeled footsteps tapped along the edge of a footpath, back at the start of the street. She was coming closer. Why? Vampires weren’t really known for being social—and why would they, when each encounter had the possibility of a very early death? But her footsteps continued, relaxed almost, filled with an air of confidence he had become unfamiliar with around humans. She rounded the corner, coming into view, with a mixture of curiosity and wonder. Perhaps not the most familiar sight, but it wasn’t all that abnormal, was it? Her feelings were a deep, hollow sound, like a trombone, that built with suspense. And then it snapped, like a string pulled loose, as she crossed her arms across her chest, smirking down at him. She was pretty—blonde, young—what every girl would kill to look like. He had almost forgotten how awe-dropping beautiful a vampire was. Even in disgusting workout clothes. Yellow, of all colours?
It stood out against the darkness; a light in a blackening pit. But that wasn’t the case, was it? Her eyes were red, dark like his own. His body tensed, physically preparing himself for a fight. He wondered, half-heartedly, whether he could hit a girl. Would he even think about that? ” "Is there any particular reason that you are sitting on the ground?" He needed a reason to sit on the ground? So that’s what she had came around for—somebody to provoke. And she had that. His chin lifted defensively, deep eyes locking with hers. The words came quickly, sarcastically, his eyes rolling subconsciously. “Is there any particular reason that you’re in my face?” His tone was cold, harsh. His shoulders shrugged, as if encouraging her to take her best shot. He gathered his hands, resting his arms on the top of his knees, his fingers hung loosely. From here, he gathered that if she took a shot at him, he could easily outstretch one hand towards her throat. And that, hopefully, would be the end of it.
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Post by Katherine Elizabeth Lennox on Jan 24, 2011 10:37:25 GMT -5
***** Katherine watched the man sitting on the ground and when he rolled his eyes she knew what was coming. When the man in front of her asked her if there was a reason that she was in his face her smirk grew and she had to resist the urge to laugh at his predictability. Yup. He was definitely your typical arrogant, vampire. He had to have a smart ass retort for even the simplest of questions and as she uncrossed her arms from over her chest, Katherine shook her head. Placing her hands on her hips, Katherine looked down at the male sitting on the floor and with a shrug of her shoulders she said: "Nope. Figured maybe you were as bored as I was given the time of day and the fact that there's nobody else to talk to. Since I've obviously disturbed you though, enjoy your solitude."
Turning away from the vampire, Katherine began to walk down the alleyway towards the street. This was one of the reasons she had jumped at Aro's suggestion that she leave Italy to follow Edward. Male vampires were typically arrogant and quite snippy in her opinion. Even the simplest questions were met with a harsh response and it annoyed Katherine to no end. When she had first been turned she just accepted their attitude and remained polite since it was the way she had been raised. As the years went by and Katherine began to see how much women were changing from subservient housewives to independent women, she began to change as well. Now when a male vampire got snippy with her, she just turned and walked away. Her upbringing forbade her from arguing with a man so she usually just responded to whatever he said then turned and walked away.
Hearing a screech in her head, Katherine stopped dead in her tracks then began to look around. A few moments later she spotted a mouse hurrying out from under a nearby dumpster and the tip of his tail had been cut off. She heard the mouse angrily muttering to itself about being more careful around the sharp shiny round things before it disappeared into a hole in the side of the building. A small smile formed on Katherine's lips as she watched the hole for a few more seconds then turned to face the entrance of the alley again. Beginning to walk, Katherine wondered what Forks had to offer. She still hadn't really had a chance to explore the small town and she hoped it had a bit more to offer then it appeared. She knew that she would have to enroll in school and as she walked she wondered if she should maybe go and check out Forks High school.
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