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Post by matthew on Jul 25, 2013 0:20:26 GMT -6
---------------- ---------------- In the force they tell you to trust your instincts. But when your instincts are telling you to bite the next person you see and suck their blood. Then its a nightmare just to walk down the sidewalk.
It had been almost six hours since Chris Morris awoke to find himself on a morgue table. The toe tag hanging from his toe said it all. He was dead. He did not feel dead. Naked but not dead. Luckily it was late night and visiting hours were over. The empty halls gave him some comfort as he walked down the hall. He spotted a plain gray tee and a pair of jeans hanging over a table in a patents room. The snoring patent did not see him. Once dressed it was easier to walk out of the hospital.
He stumbled down the sidewalk as new scenes assaulted him. What is wrong with me, he thought. He could hear the sound of music. And smelled beer and fried foods. Maybe from a bar. But the local bar was five blocks away. He passed by a
couple. They seemed in love. That was when a new feeling arose. A hunger that grew with ever moment that went by. Until it was unbearable. And could no longer be ignored. His first thought was to go back to his apartment for food. But he did not have his key or money for that matter. The hunger began to turn to pain. And with everyone he passed the smell of a penny filled his nose. He could swear he could hear their heart beat as well. His instincts were screaming at him. He fought it as best as he could.
He turned down the street and come across a man in a business shut. He was close to a residential area. And must have been saving money by walking home. His head throbbed as Chris looked at the man. He could smell his blood and hear his heart beat. He fought heard for what his body was telling him to do. Until it was unbearable. He jumped on the man pushing him over. Biting his neck hard. He drank the mans blood as the man screamed out in pain. When he snapped out of it, he was not sure if he had killed the man or not. He did not stop to find out. He ran. Confused and bewildered, he ran.
He stopped when he realized how far he had ran. He was now in the nice part of town. Money town as one of his friends at the force called it. The screams of that man was still ringing in his hears. What had he done. He saw a bench but did not make it as he fell to his knees. He joined the force to make sure that justice would always be served. His little brother was killed in a drive by shooting. Than man was probably some ones brother, or husband, a father to a small child. One who would cry for a daddy that would never come home. Chris covered his face. He was a monster. ---------------- |
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Jul 25, 2013 1:36:34 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b]  -----------------------[/b] She was feeling the weight of her years tonight for some reason. Perhaps it was talking to Lenore or maybe it was just the fact that, at least for the moment her friends were busy with other things. She'd heard that Stefan and Damon were on the road to recovery but they were not there just yet. It felt pretty lonely in a little town when all your friends were having problems and you couldn't help them.
Inwardly she sighed. There had to be a reason she was brought here to this place and it wasn't to watch everyone around her find love. It wasn't that she wasn't happy they had all found their undying forever loves or were creeping towards it. It just made her feel like a third wheel and she hated it. It was this maudlin mood that had her outside of her mansion and staring up at the sky.
It was then she saw a vampire, the scent of blood fresh on him as he knelt there on the ground. She approached him cautiously, "Hey there, are you okay?" she said as she tenatively approached him and moved towards him, "Don't worry, I'm here to help. My name is Marina, Marina Sinclaire. What's yours?" the guy was cute if a bit blood stained and she really did want to know who he was. He looked like he was going through some serious problems right now. She brushed off her jeans as a way to pass the time and approached him, her light peasant top cool in the heat of the evening, her hair down her back, curly and long. She smiled softly at him. Her own sadness still in her eyes as she looked at him. -----------------------[/b][/center] |
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Post by matthew on Jul 25, 2013 22:43:27 GMT -6
-------------------------------- Chris heard someone approach before she had spoken. He looked up to see a woman looking down at him. "No, am not okay." He did not want to tell this woman anything. She would not believe him anyway. But there was something in her eyes. A sadness that melted his heart. "My name is Chris. And I do not know how you can help me." He looked at her sad eyes. He remembered finding his partner dead in an alleyway. And someone shooting him. Was he dead? She did not smell like the other people he had passed in town. Something was different about her. He stood and brushed the grass off him. Stopping as he saw the blood on his shirt. He wondered if he should turn himself in. But they thought he was dead. He could not just walk in the station again. It would be sunrise soon. Maybe he would walk in and explain his situation to the chief. But explain what? Hey I was killed but look at that am alive. But now I want to drink blood. So do I still have a job.
"Um, its catsup. Am a messes eater. I had hot dogs with catsup and mustered." He hoped she would buy that. But in his heart even he would not believe the stuff he was saying. "So um. Yah Marina am fine. Just um out for a walk.I was just tying my shoes" He could not understand it. But those sad eye were hard to ignore. ---------------- |
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Jul 25, 2013 23:44:47 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] She sighed as she looked at him, "Look, I know what I'm going to say is a bit of a shock but I really think you need to come with me. You've obviously been through something pretty bad. And I don't believe that is ketchup. In fact I know its not. That's blood and you've become a vampire." she knelt down in front of him, "Hey, Chris. I know that this is a lot to take in but do you trust me to help you?" she asked him gently as she looked into his eyes.
He looked like a lost puppy and she just wanted to help him. He didn't strike her as a psycho vamp who tried to hurt folks. He just seemed lost. Maybe she could get him settled and then talk to Lexi. He definately needed friends and it would keep Mari busy as she tried to help him cope with his situation "Come, follow me. I promise, I'll make sure you don't hurt yourself or anyone else, okay?" she said gently as she looked at him, "First order of business is getting you fed. Do you trust me to get your stuff from your house?" she said gently as she looked at him, her hands out for his keys. She'd grab some clothes for him and then send movers to get his stuff. Provided he didn't have too much she could have it brought to her mansion and settled in.
She looked into his eyes and tried to smile reassuringly, "I'll help you, I promise." she said softly as she looked at him and sighed gently wondering who had turned him and if she could find them and give them a piece of her mind. Who the hell would turn someone and leave them to be staked by the local police? Mystic Falls was not friendly to vampires at all.
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Post by matthew on Jul 26, 2013 0:57:48 GMT -6
-------------------------------- A vampire? He shook his head in disbelief. Chris did not know if he could trust her but if it meant not hurting anyone, he would. After all what else did he have to lose. "A vampire? No am I police officer for Mystic Falls. I cannot kill people." He stood and looked around, luckily he saw no one else. If someone overheard him then he was not sure of that out come. His mind tried to make senses of this new information. It did give reason for all that had happened to him. But a vampire. Just yesterday he was watching Dracula and now. He was one.
He wondered how this woman knew what he was. She seemed like it was no big deal. Was she like some vampire teacher. A Yoda. Bite or do not bite there is no try. Chris stood and asked. "How do you know this? And fed me what?" It sounded like he was some pet that needed feeding. "Am confused by all this."
When she asked about his stuff and his keys. Keys, which he did not have. "I woke up naked in a morgue. These clothes a sto...barrowed from a patient in the hospital." He smiled at the absurdness of it all. "So I cannot go back home. I guess." Because you are now a monster, he thought. "I just need some clothes." He thought of her going through his underwear and it made him smile. "I need my spare gun under my pillow. And my guitar."
He felt as if he was about to leave his old life behind and start a new. But a new what? Life of a killer monster. Would his next victim be a child? He pushed back that thought. "Am putting a lot of trust in you right now." ---------------- |
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Jul 26, 2013 1:52:04 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] "Being a vampire doesn't mean you have to kill people." she said softly as she looked at him with a sigh, "You can drink animal blood. I do. Its how I've gotten by." she said gently as she tried to soothe him and saw his confusion, "Come with me. I'll explain everything, okay?" she said as she rose and offered him a hand up, "My house is over there." she said as she gestured to the mansion she lived in. It was very old world like the Salvatore boarding house and resembled a castle in its own way. She used the towers to study and paint and meditate. No one bothered her and she found it a very lonely place. She gestured for him to follow her and walked besides him as she made her way up her driveway.
It didn't take her long to open her door and let him in the home. It was decorated in the victorian style that was so popular for the era of the house, "You need to drink blood. Its part of being a vampire. But its only part of what you are." she said as she poured him a glass of rabbits blood out of a blue decanter she had on hand for such a thing, "This will help you." she said as she handed him a glass of the thick liquid and gestured to a seat. "There is a bedroom down the hall with its own bath. Its away from the windows so you should be fine." she said softly, "Just don't go outside in the daylight. It will burn you and if you walk outside in the sun it will kill you if you're exposed to it for too long."
This was a crappy way to do vampire 101, "What is your street address? I can be in and out in a jiffy I just need to know where your house is." she said simply as she looked at him. Since he was dead she could get the things he needed and seal the door till he was ready to go back. She paused and dug through her home repair closet. She had a door lock, it would help when it came time to break his other one. She even had the keys for it. Putting the lock, a drill and the other items she would need in a bag she turned and looked at him sympathetically. "I'll be back. Don't worry." she said softly to him after she got the address. "Take a shower and relax if you can. I've got netflix and internet access. I'll see about getting you set up with a new identity." she said gently to him. -----------------------[/b][/center] |
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Post by matthew on Jul 26, 2013 2:53:15 GMT -6
-------------------------------- Chris followed her into the house. Well to call this a house was like calling the Giants' stadium a small gathering place. He sat down and watched her closely as she poured the crimson liquid in the glass. The smell was good. And surprisingly sweet. Taking it from her, Chris swirled the blood around in the glass. "A good year." He said in a bad British voice. "Aged twenty years I believe." He laughed at his bad joke before bring the glass to his lips. When he was at the academy he got a bad paper cut and licked the wound. It tasted nothing like this. This was good. The trust that had been burning his throat calmed. He drank it and sat the glass on a small table.
She told him about sunlight and the fact he would never see it again. He never thought that yesterday's sunset would be the last one he would ever see. "This is a lot to take in." He sighed then answered her question of where he lived. "The upper left apartment on 18th St, apartment C." He watched her gathering things. Great am a vampire and the women I meet to help me is now going to break in my house. And now a new intently. Good bye Morris. How was he supposed to relax after all that had happened.
He watched her leave. Looking around he hoped he wound not get lost in this place. Down the hall she said. To his surprise he found what was to be his room fairly easy. A nice sized room. Too much white for his taste but nice. The bathroom was gold and white and looked as if it had not been used before. Chris thought it looked like a display for a home improvement store. He did not want a shower. But he needed to get the blood off him. Undressing, he dropped his bloody clothes on the floor. It took him a few minutes to figure out which knob was hot or cold. But once the shower was on he took a moment to relax as the hot water flowed over him. It was that moment that he realized he had nothing but a towel to wear after he was done. After his shower he wrapped himself in a large white towel that he had found in the cabinet under the sinks.
He felt award as he was sitting on the bed wearing only a towel. He thought about putting back on his old clothes. But it would be defeating the purpose. There was a TV on the wall. After some searching he found the remote. He was busy flipping channels trying to find something to watch. He hopped she remembered his guitar. ---------------- |
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Jul 26, 2013 3:15:29 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] It didn't take her long to get to his apartment. Even less time to break the lock and unscrew the darn thing. She was quiet of course and having vampire speed helped to insure that the lock would be in place before anyone knew the other was missing. As she worked she put in a call for a state ID and social security card. Christopher Morris would have to dissappear but his long lost twin Christian Morris would show up. She talked in hush vampire tones as she found his suitcases and packed them with what she thought he'd need. Enough clothes to get him through the next few weeks, and his toiletries. She dialed a friend of hers in town and soon, there was a small uhaul pulling up as she and her friend worked quickly to grab Chris' things. She was pretty efficient with all the things she needed to do and before anyone could blink she had taken anything he might have wanted (his guitar and sheet music chief among them). She left most things that his parents might want and made sure that his family photos were stored carefully.
As a last ditch bit of work she dropped the keys off with the landlord. Compelling him to think he'd replaced the lock himself when it had broken due to age. She left a key for him and said she'd be by with Chris' rent, saying he got an oppurtunity to take care of something in another state. With that she and her friend walked out of thee apartment building and she was soon driving the small uhaul home. Grabbing his suitcase and guitar herself she indicated a wing that Chris' things could be moved into. Setting the suitcase and guitar by the door she knocked and peaked her head in, "Hey there. Your stuff is getting moved in so don't freak out if you hear folks carrying stuff around. Your clothes and guitar are here and when you're ready you can tell the movers where you want to put things." she said as she tried not to stare at him too much. He was hot and she quickly ducked out of the room to log into her computer and finalize her ordering of his ID, new bank account, and voter registration card. She even deposited 10k in his bank account so he wouldn't have to worry about money for a while. If he needed a house she'd discusss that with him but for now he could rest assured.
"I've got your new bank account set up. We'll get the cards and your new ID later. You're now Christian Morris. Your mother had twins and you just realized it because Christian was given up for Adoption." she said as she tried to help him with his backstory. "That way if anyone asks you can say "Nah that's my brother." if you run into someone you know." -----------------------[/b][/center] |
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Post by matthew on Jul 26, 2013 22:09:06 GMT -6
-------------------------------- Chris smiled a bit as he saw Marina peek at him. He wondered how he would react if it was her in only a towel. He took the suit case and guitar from her. Placing the guitar leaning against the wall, he took the suit case in the bathroom. He placed it on the sink and got some clothes. They were neatly folded. He grabbed his faded old blue police academy tee and faded blue jeans. He changed and slipped on his old sneakers that he had found in the suitcase. They had thought of everything. Even his Axe cologne. He sprayed it on his chest in a x pattern.
"Great." He called to her from his room. It was not really great. A new id. He imagined the pain his mom was in. She had lost her younger son to gun fire and now her oldest as well. He remembered when He held his mother in a hug as he felt the tears on his shoulder at his little brother funeral. He would give anything to tell he was alright. Why him. Why all this. Who decided he was to be in this world. A world he never asked for or new existed. Drink blood. A vampire. No sunlight. Who the hell took away his life.
He had been through so much in the last day, He could feel his body was different. And the fact he was a vampire. When he thought about it, he about had a panic attack. So he decided to focus on the moment. What was happening now.
He made a fuss that the movers bring his stuff in his bedroom. This whole wing and towers was too much for this New Yorker who grew up in a small apartment. They brought him his dresser and desk. He would file police reports on that old desk. Things seamed claimer once the movers left. But he was still feeling stressed.
He grabbed the one thing that claimed his nerves. His guitar. He sat on the bed and played one of his favorite songs, Lithium by Nirvana. He began to sing. His voice was smooth and peaceful
Songwriters: Cobain, Kurt
I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends
They're in my head
I'm so ugly but that's ok, 'cause so are you
We've broke our mirrors
Sunday morning is everyday for all I care
I'm not scared
Light my candles in a daze 'cause I've found god
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Jul 30, 2013 23:05:54 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] She desperately didn't want to see this man in such a state. It unsettled her and made her feel things that she didn't want to be feeling. She didn't want another guy just trying to play her to try and get her in the sack she wanted someone that liked her for herself. She did step back when he sprayed the Ax body spray, "You don't need that much." she choked, "You're a vampire, perfume goes a long way now and so does cologne." she murmured as she looked at his things and then back at him.
He seemed to be having trouble dealing and she felt his pain. She wanted to hold him and tell him everything would be okay but all that would happen would be him resenting her for making light of his pain. She sighed and felt herself tiring. She passed him a thermos of rabbit blood, "Here this should help you cope. Its rabbit blood and it will keep the hunger a little at bay." she said shyly as she looked up at him.
She really didn't know what else to say. Men confused her. She eventually lapsed into silence after he seemed to calm down and the Nirvana song seemed to be a way he coped with his problems. She'd remember to thank him for the music when the time was right. Right now he needed some time for himself so he could get his goals figured out given that he couldn't go home ever again. She'd half expected him to destroy the room so anything less than that was a miracle and it kept her a bit more at ease as she sat there and listened. "You have a great voice." she said honestly. -----------------------[/b][/center] |
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Post by matthew on Jul 31, 2013 0:55:32 GMT -6
-------------------------------- Chris finished his song and smiled at her Compliment "Thanks." He was lost in his own world half way through the song and forgot she was in the room. Placing the guitar down on the bed he looked at her. Once again he was taken by a pair of sad eyes. He had to look away to focus. He wondered what made those beautiful eyes sad. He wanted to know everything about her. She did not smell like the others did. He guessed she was a vampire as well. Was this her job to run some Hogwarts school of vampires. He did not see anyone else as he entered.
"So do you do this alot? Take in wayward vam..." He stopped himself. It was hard for him to say the word. Its a lot to take in. "Sorry. Am not used to this." He said as he looked at the thermos in his hand. He could smell the blood. It smelled different then human blood. He did not want to drink it. But found he could not help himself. As he brought the crimson filled thermos to his lips. But then stopped himself. "Am a police officer. I server and protect. Not drink blood and allergic to sunlight." He looked at her once more as his lost orbs meet her sad ones. "Am sorry. It's just so much to take. How did you? I mean how were you turned?" ---------------- [ |
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Jul 31, 2013 23:20:51 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] "I didn't start meeting vampires till around the turn of the 20th century but since then...I've helped a few here and there. Mostly women though and usually they had their own places." she said as she looked back at him, making sure he was doing as well as could be expected given that he was having issues with being what he was.
"You can still protect people you just have to learn some self control first. There are plenty of good vampires out there. The kind I am isn't a damned soul. We can walk into churches and such. And I would hope you weren't used to it. Its not something you get used to, its just something you try to deal with as best you can."
An exhale met his question of what happened to her, "I was a nun in a convent in Scotland in 1702. I caught polio when I visited my parents and was dying. They knew a vampire and had me turned when I was sleeping. I didn't even know what happened till I killed a maid on accident. It really upset me. My family helped me to figure things out and my training helped me learn self discipline and control." she shrugged and looked down at the floor. It was hard to talk about. She missed her family and hated that she was alone.
"You'll get the hang of it and will be fine. Its hard the first few months but once you figure it out it won't seem like things are that hard. You just have to drink blood at least once a day. I drink animal blood so I don't hurt anyone." she looked at how he paused in his drinking, "Go on, try it. I promise after a while it won't be so odd. You can still eat food it just won't help feed the craving and at least you don't have to worry about gaining weight." she grinned and tried to help him feel better about himself. He seemed to be very overwhelmed.
"I promise, we'll take this slow. You don't have to worry. I'm here to walk you through it. I've got your back." she said with a small smile. She leaned back a bit and tried to help cheer him up. He seemed so overwhelmed by it all that it was hard to tell if it was sinking in. She brushed her braid over her shoulder and shifted slightly where she was. She didn't know if he had more questions or if he wanted to be alone.
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Post by matthew on Aug 1, 2013 0:23:14 GMT -6
-------------------------------- Chris was taken a back when she said she was alive in 1702. She looked so young. And a nun. Her being a nun seemed a waste on humanity. He listened to her as she told of her life and of his new life. She made everythings seem simple and peaceful. She made it sound like he could do anything. He smiled when she said that she had his back. He hated what he was. But he had no choice but to make peace with it. He took a drink from the unassuming thermos. It tasted like vinegar and bacon. The seconded taste was slightly better. It did cool the fire within his throat.
"So does your boyfriend mind you were letting me stay here." He had it out of his mouth before his brain had a chance to stop him. What was he doing? He just met this woman and she was older then his great great great grandmother. But he did not care. She had to be taken.
"So um, where do we start?" Changing the subject. He said with a smile, taking another drink. He reached for her hand as a sign to say lets go. But the instant his skin touched hers, he felt a spark of electricity run down his body. He quickly pulled his hand back as he looked at her. He jumped and stood. He felt something strange happen. His teeth started to burn a bit and he could feel that same feeling he got just before he killed that man. Like some primal need was taking over. "Marina?" He growled in confusion. As he fought to stay in control. He looked at her with now darkened eyes.
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Aug 2, 2013 20:27:12 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] "I don't have a boyfriend." she said quietly. She kind of figured the nun commentary would have lead him to realize that but many people didn't understand what being a nun meant. It wasn't just about not having sex. It was as much about keeping your mind free of worldly concerns and helping those in need of wisdom. Like Chris, "I doubt anyone would care if I had a roomate given the sheer size of this place and due to the fact that no one has visited." her tone was rather dry as she looked at him wryly. He probably had a million questions, most fledglings did. She felt her head begin to throb as she stood there and tried to figure out what to do next.
He touched her hand and she felt a spark akin to a shock. Probably too much static in the room from the movers but when he started to vamp out she really didn't know what it meant.
"Calm down, Chris. Breathe in and out slowly okay? I'm not sure what you were feeling to trigger that but its easy to calm yourself and let your body relax. You have food, you have shelter, you're going to be fine, okay?" she said calmly in an effort to help soothe him, "You're probably keyed up from the movers coming in and moving your stuff. Its understandable. Why don't you try and lay down and get some sleep? It will help you to focus a bit easier. Finish the thermos and you'll be okay. I promise."
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Post by matthew on Aug 3, 2013 23:56:11 GMT -6
-------------------------------- He took air into his lungs. And tired to relax. He focused on something peaceful. He pictured Central Park as he closed his eyes. Chris would Jog there on his days off. That seemed to help. He opened his eyes and looked at her. It was harder then he thought to fight his instincts. That poison in his blood that was making him want to do things. He was not sure himself what had triggered it. He would have to find out if he was going to control this. Focusing on breathing, thinking of home. The food, the landmarks, and his mothers food. It helped as his eyes changed once more. Touching his mouth he felt his fangs. Which was a shock in it's self. They slid back to normal.
He drank the red liquid and sat back down on the bed. "I hope this stuff gets easier to drink. He reminds me of that red medicine my mom made me drink when I was a kid. That was not cherry," He laughed. She had said maybe he should lay down. His first thought was asking if she would join him. He quickly pushed that down in his brain.
"It's only seven in the morning. Oh right vampire no sunlight thing." Chris was feeling the strain of it all. I mean how many times do you die and awake in a morgue. "Well then if you will excess me." He had just changed but he was not about to sleep in jeans.
Making his way to the bathroom. He shut the door behind him. Going through his suitcase again. He found his green plaid pajama pants. He got undress and slipped them on. He always slept without a shirt on. He was not going to change that on her account. He smiled walking back into his room. Giving her a twirl as if he was modeling the latest men's sleep wear. "Not bad for a dead guy." He joked. "I hate to rush a beautiful lady out of my room but your welcome to join me." He knew what she would say. And had no intention of her laying with him. But it was the nicest way he could say get out. ---------------- [ |
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