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Post by SAVANNAH RUSHTON on Jan 2, 2013 11:15:39 GMT -8
The grave yard was kind of creepy this early in the morning. Mist hung in the air like a blanket, the snow crunched under foot and clung to the trees and headstones. Over head the sky was the same pale grey. All in all, it looked like someone had drawn it in black and white. It was beautiful, creepy, but beautiful. And it was deserted, which was even better.
Lately Savannah’s life had taken a turn for the worst. She had believed that her boyfriend’s (sorry, ex-boyfriend) attack and sexual assault on her was starting to go away. Or at least the post traumatic stress, now though? She was pretty sure she was screwed for the rest of her life. She was sure she wasn’t going to be able to learn to trust again, or even interact with guys.
The damn idiot had taken more than her virginity from her, the bastard. The piece of shit had taken her confidence, and her trust with him. He had ruined her. Which meant that even though he was out of her life, he had won.
Because let’s face it, he was living rent free front and center in her brain. When she closed her eyes at night, she could still feel every rough touch. She could feel the tears on her cheeks, and she could hear herself begging him to stop. She relived the nightmare over and over, everyday and every night. How could she move on from THAT? How could she let it go like her therapist had suggested she do? She didn’t understand...
Savannah pushed the cemetery gate open, jumping at the creaking noise it made as she did. Stepping in, she pulled her coat closer around her before closing the gate again and moving further in. She stopped about six rows up at her favorite bench. It was cold stone, covered (like everything else) in snow and ice. Brushing it off, she sat down and looked over the gravestones.
Odd that one could find peace among death like this wasn’t it? That human suffering and anguish could calm the nerves, and let the mind relax just a bit. The dead told no tales after all, and none of the living would venture out this early in the cold. So, she was alone. Alone to think, and relax for a bit before heading to work.
As she gazed out over the headstone, she heard a noise behind her. Turning, her mismatched gaze looked around, trying and failing to see who was around. Moving a mittened hand, she tucked a piece of her curly blond hair behind her ear, her eyes still straining to find the source of the sound. “Hello?” she calls out, wondering who the hell else would be hanging around at this hour.
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Post by JACOB ROSS on Jan 2, 2013 13:53:41 GMT -8
  Jake walked through the woods, a bottle of Canadian whiskey in one hand, a girl in his other. He pulled her along, both of them laughing. He took a swig of his whiskey and kept pulling her long, deeper into the woods. They were both coming from a party, which could still be heard roaring through the trees. He kept on pulling her- he wanted them to both be far enough away from the party so he could feed on her without the bother of being caught. She rambled and talked while he began to ignored her, drinking and pulling the stumbling bumbling girl. He was getting hungrier with the feel of her blood through their clasped hands. He brought the bottle back to his lips and looked at her. She was a pretty girl, but the only real interest he had in her was her blood.
Finally, the sounds of the party couldn't be heard. He pushed her against a tree and kissed her, down her jawline and to her neck. He bit her then, and she screamed. He licked the blood from his lips and chuckled. He grabbed her face roughly and looked into her eyes. "You're not going to scream. You're going to let me feed. Then you'll go back to that party and say an animal attacked you. A wolf. Okay?" She nodded as he compelled her, and he went back to feeding, clawing at her so the lie she would tell would be believed by the counsel. When he finished, he pushed her away from him, and watched her run away screaming. He licked his lips and wiped blood from his mouth, his eyes fading back to their regular chocolate brown.
He turned and watched her run away, falling once before getting up and disappearing into the fog. Jake took a swig of his bottle and started humming absently, making his way into the direction of the cemetery. He stumbled slightly, tripping over his own feet. He wasn't drunk- just clumsy. He got that way when he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing. He wondered what his family was doing. He shook his head. He didn't have a family, he needed to stop thinking of them as that. He hadn't made contact with them since he left his son all those years ago. His great-great-great-great grandson was 23 now. Jake briefly wondered what he was like.
Jake shook his head and took another swig of his whiskey, finishing it off. He chucked it aside and touched the gate to the cemetery when he noticed a girl standing in the cemetery. He smiled, muscles tensing as he flit into the cemetery, standing behind a particularly large grave marker. He flitted past her, squatting behind another grave marker. He wasn't hunting right now- he was just having fun. He heard her call out, and thats when he flitted behind her, tapping on her shoulder. He watched her, laughing in delight.
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Post by SAVANNAH RUSHTON on Jan 2, 2013 21:01:49 GMT -8
One of the few things that Savannah actually liked about her condition were her heightened senses. Smell, hearing, sight, even touch was much, much more accurate than any human could imagine having. Much like a dog actually...Somehow, she didn’t think that was coincidence either...
The fog though royally messed with these senses though. The sounds of crunching snow reverberated off it, while a slightly breeze blew trees and snow up, causing a multitude of shadows. Smells were all boggled up. Long story short, she couldn’t tell what was real, and what wasn’t. All she knew was that there was SOMEONE with her on the grounds, and she couldn’t pin point their location.
Her first instinct was to transform into her alternate form. Although as a skin walker she was physically stronger than humans (and actually a few other supernatural beings), she just felt safer somehow as the husky. That form had an impressive set of teeth and claws that were often a great deterrent to most people. That and the sudden appearance of a husky where a slight girl had been, after all stuff like that just didn’t happen in the real world. Ever.
Violence and intimidation though had never been her style, and she wasn’t going to start now. In the last twenty years, she hadn’t raised a hand to anyone, preferring to win people over with kindness instead of fear. She really didn’t want to start doing it now if she could help it.
Savannah felt the touch at the same moment she caught his scent. So she didn’t have to move around to know he was a he, or that he wasn’t human. Oh great, another supernatural, by the scent possibly vampire. Oh the joys. The sudden touch had made her jump a foot in the air, the scent though....
And then the panic struck as she clued into what she had just registered. There.Was.A.Male.Touching.Her. If she had been nervous and afraid before, now she was in full blown panic and survival mode. Memories that had been lurking under the surface broke out, furthering her desperation. Turning quickly, she swung, her fist coming hard and fast at him, and missing terribly. Her feet had found the one freaking patch of ice under the snow, causing her to slip with a gasp as she fell. Mix matched eyes wide, and terrified as she does.
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Post by JACOB ROSS on Jan 5, 2013 11:57:02 GMT -8
Jacob leaned back as she tried to aim a punch at him, still laughing. He laughed harder when she began to fall, and he thought about letting her land on her ass- but then he felt bad for being one and caught her. He set her right and then stepped back, putting his hands behind his back. "Sorry for scaring you, but you have to admit it was pretty funny." He smiled like a Cheshire cat.
Snow began to fall again then, and Jake looked up and watched the white fluff fall from the dark night sky. Unlike a lot of vampires, Jake wasn't confined to the night. Thanks to a witch he met in the eighties, he could now walk in the daylight with the help of a daylight ring. He walked in the darkness for fifty years. The sun was one of his favorite things. He had missed it. He touched his ring. The stone that was set in it was a lapus lazuli and the metal in the band was silver.
He had been hard pressed to make the witch work with him, but he made a few threats against her family and she finally made the ring for him. He had been a straight up monster. He held the witch's eighteen year old daughter hostage until she coughed up the daylight ring. He regretted what he had done. He couldn't just let them go. They would have hunted him. They died in a tragic fire- or so the people of the small town thought.
Brown eyes fell on the young girl's mismatched ones. He loved her eyes. They were unique. He stared into her eyes for a moment. He inhaled through his nose, then held in his breath, processing her scent. She didn't smell right. His brows furrowed deeply. "What in the world are you?" He took a step back. "Werewolf. . . ?" He took another step back, ready to take off, ready to flit if he needed to.
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Post by SAVANNAH RUSHTON on Jan 6, 2013 18:58:42 GMT -8
Well at least he wasn’t a complete ass, he did catch her, or tried to. The moment one of his hands closed around her wrist, there was a burning sensation and Savannah gasped, pushing his hand back as she did. Her hand automatically covering the thin blister on her pale skin. Man, that hurt, she had almost forgotten just how much though. When she had first gotten her bite, she learned the hard way that silver was a no go for her. She still had scars from the blisters on the palm of her hands and fingers if one cared to look closely.
Thankfully this day in age, although most people thought differently, most items had little to no silver in them. The silverware at work? Nadda. Which was a blessing since it meant she could handle them without any ill effects. Which meant that no one was any the wiser to her condition. She had heard that there were people out there who would hunt her kind, and she would prefer to avoid them to be honest.
She didn’t bother dignifying his laughter with a response, just rubbed her wrist absently where it had been burnt. It would heal, eventually, actually probably by this evening there would be nothing to show for the wound. One of the perks of being a skin walker was accelerated healing, which also came in handy from time to time. She wouldn’t have to explain the blister at work tonight for one.
Savannah grew a little awkward as she caught him staring at her. What the heck was he getting at? He had helped her, he should be leaving...Like, now. Right? The pair of them should just turn their backs on each other and walk away...Now...Nope, he was still staring. Savannah took another step back as a gentle winter breeze blew around them, kicking up the snow at their feet and mixing them with the snow flurries that had started to fall once more.
"What in the world are you?"
His words caused her to flinch visibly. Oh right. Savannah had learned early on that even in the supernatural world she was a freak. Although she had memorized the scents of many being, humans, vampires, and werewolves being the most common, most of them had never come into contact with a Skin walker before. So yeah, a lot of times when she met up with them (which really wasn’t THAT often thank god), she always got the same question just with different wording.
Made her feel like she was in school again where kids tormented her about her eyes. Always asking her what was wrong with her, calling her names and just plain being nasty.
The pain she felt from both questions hurt the same. It was still something to remind her that there was something wrong with her. Something different about her. Of course she had come to terms with her eye color, but the skin walker bit? Well, she hadn’t come to terms yet, probably never would actually...
She was ready to just walk away from him, and not bother with his question, she had actually turned away from him when she heard him step back. Pausing she looks over her shoulder at him questioning. She could feel the nerves coming off him, could tell that he was ready to bolt away from her. This made her turn around, people weren’t afraid of her. She was a gentle soul who avoided conflict at all cost...No, SHE was suppose to be afraid of HIM not the other way around.
She took a deep breath and released it slowly, forcing her body to relax. She shook her head at his werewolf remark, her blond curls bouncing slightly, “No, not werewolf,” she tells him in a soft voice that trembled slightly. “Close, but no. I’m...” she trailed off and looked up at the gray sky for a moment, “Savannah, my names Savannah and I’m not going to hurt you, not unless you come after me first,” she tells him, her voice a little stronger at the end.
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