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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Aug 10, 2008 23:07:32 GMT -4
Lysander was running through the forest at an abnormally fast speed, even for a vampire. He was pushing himself more then he was use to. Lysander wanted to forget. Forget about everything. I've made so many mistakes already. He dodged trees and animals. He didn't even stop when the scent of a pack of deer hit his nose. It was as if he was too wrapped up with everything to notice. It's always my fault. The sobs erupted from his dead lungs. If he were still human, tears were fall from his eyes. His face would be red. Why didn't I just die that night? Why couldn't he just have drained me? He stopped when the scent of werewolves hit him. He was at the La Push border.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Aug 10, 2008 23:10:01 GMT -4
She'd been walking through the forest for a while, when a scent hit her. A vampire. One she knew. It took her a moment to realize who it was. It was Lysander. She followed it, finding herself in La Push. What was he doing here? She hesitantly came closer, staying a few feet back, and spoke. Lysander? What's wrong? she asked, knowing that he hadn't been running from nothing. He hadn't been running just because he felt like it. Something was wrong, and she wanted to know what ti was.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Aug 10, 2008 23:32:43 GMT -4
Lysander didn't look up. He knew who was standing near him. It was in her scent, in her voice. The human blood in her body stirred something in him. He had only drunk human blood once. He was almost frantic with thirst. He couldn't think straight. His black eyes looked at hers. "Nothing," he grunted out. "Nothing's wrong." The blood of the humans living in La Push stirred around him. He had half a mind to run and destroy the whole town. But he stopped himself, albeit just barely. He didn't want to claim another human life because he couldn't control himself. The last time he did...all he wanted was to destroy himself.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Aug 11, 2008 12:57:53 GMT -4
She took a step closer, still hesitant as he spoke. Lysander.. Something's wrong. Don't try and tell me it's not. she said, her voice soft, yet firm. Just.. please.. Tell me what it is.. she said, moving closer. Her voice was pleading. She remembered the last time they were in the forest, she'd been depressed about Jacob.. Did something happen with him and Adriana? Or was it something else? She wanted to know. He'd made her feel better, and she wanted to make him feel better.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Aug 11, 2008 22:40:40 GMT -4
Lysander kept his eyes down to the ground. He was trying desperately to reduce his craving for human blood and to reduce his temper. "Just drop it Camille," he said forcefully. His breath came out shakily. But then he looked up at Camille, his black eyes. He remembered his eating style. "Do you...do you have any human blood on you? In one of those bags? I'm kind of hungry at the moment." He had given in. He couldn't take drinking another animal. What he craved was human blood, though he knew he couldn't kill another human. Camille's "humane" way from acquiring of human blood didn't seem so bad to Lysander. The only problem with drinking human blood was that his eyes were going to be red. He wasn't how Adriana would take it.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Aug 11, 2008 22:46:40 GMT -4
She sighed, crossing her arms and looking away as he spoke. When he asked if she had any human blood, she looked at him, confused a moment. She thought maybe he was mad because he was hungry. But he didn't feed off of humans.. Why did he want human blood? Come with me. she said. I've got some back at my house. she said, waiting for a reaction from him before he did anything. If he wanted human blood, he was going with her. She wasn't going to let him kill a human.
ooc; should we start a post at Camille's house?
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