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Aug 21, 2005 03:40

I sit hunched against the wall of my home, one leg pulled close to my chest; the other wrapped around the ankle. I curl my fingers through my hair, slowly pulling it out by the handful. There’s a woman shopping for school supplies, shallow and without purpose. Peter Nicols contemplates whether he should leave Amanda Bishop alone this year -he loves ( Read more... )

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avasa_edan August 21 2005, 07:22:52 UTC
He stares at her and taps the side of his head rapidly, “he hears you.”

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cassie_newton_ August 21 2005, 07:34:15 UTC
"Oh." I say. Which is probably unnecessary if that's true. I blush. "Well....okay, hi. Can I have your name? Or maybe a clue as to how to help you? There's the plants...?" I'm really trying here.

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avasa_edan August 21 2005, 07:51:45 UTC
“Anya, Dennis, Frank. Can’t access, can’t remember,” he taps his head rapidly again.

He paces back and forth, frowning, kicking at the dirt. “Plants? Plants!” He scares her, he knows. Coming to and fro, as a tide. A brief moment of clarity before it comes rushing to the shore, taking more sand with it as it goes back.

“Avasa,” I say finally, wondering how long the control will last. It was never this difficult.

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cassie_newton_ August 21 2005, 07:55:30 UTC
I smile softly at him at that. "That's a nice name." I say. "Tell me how to help you, Avasa." I request. "And I promise I'll do my best to do it."

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avasa_edan August 21 2005, 08:13:13 UTC
“I know what you say to be true, I just don’t think there’s time…”

Children shouldn’t be out so late. Such little pretties. Mm. He grabs hold of her hand and pulls her behind him. “Time to go. Move!”

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cassie_newton_ August 21 2005, 08:14:40 UTC
I blink, getting pulled. "What? Time to...okay, where are we going?" I ask, going with it. Might as well, I'm here to help, right? Can't do that if I'm not willing to go with things. So here's me going with it.

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avasa_edan August 21 2005, 08:56:21 UTC
The boy thinks he can run and hide. Protect his girl. Isn’t that sweet? I’m going to enjoy ripping out his throat.

He pulls the girl behind him, knowing that they can’t outrun the vampires, he knows she saw them in a vision, but she’s not ready. Can’t be ready, “not ready to die.”

I take Cassie by the shoulders and calmly tell her she’s in need of a weapon, just as two vampires begin circling us.

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cassie_newton_ August 21 2005, 09:03:17 UTC
Weapon. Weapon? Ohhhhhh weapon. Yes, right. I reach for my wrist, and....I gave my cross to Wyatt. Damnit. Weapon, weapon, weapon....vampires, crosses, stakes. Wood. Wood was good. I look around again and there are some trees close by, I head for them, looking for anything. A sturdy stick would do at this point right? two sticks crossed was a cross. A better one was a stake. Not that I've staked a vampire ever...oh I hope he's okay, I'd really rather we didn't die tonight, that would just suck. I find a few sticks and oh! There's something that could be stake worthy! I reach up and pull a short dead branch off of the tree, then try to rush back over.

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avasa_edan August 21 2005, 09:18:42 UTC
She runs over, few stakes and a short dead branch from a nearby tree. I take the branch, allowing her more freedom with the sticks. They’re circling us, whispering her name through the trees.

“Pretties, we won’t hurt you,” he thinks, though the words come from my own lips. I lower my head, staring at the vampire directly in front of me. I hunch down, a deep growl reverberating in my throat.

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cassie_newton_ August 21 2005, 09:27:21 UTC
Did I hear my name? Oh shit...I shiver, wondering if I'm up to this. Well, I'd better be, right? I reach up and rip the necklace I've got on off, and wrap it quicly around two of the smaller sticks so they'll keep the cross shape.

....he just growled.

I put the back of my hand against his cheek. Focus. I think at him, not sure if that actually works or not, but it's instinct at this point, he got my name that way, maybe it'll help. I drop the stake down so he can have it. I don't want him weaponless.

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avasa_edan August 21 2005, 09:40:03 UTC
Focus.

I stare at the vampire, he believes he’s beyond death, smart, beautiful. He’s in for a rude awakening. His friend charges from beside me, silent as can be, thinking I had forgotten about him. I use his momentum to flip him over my shoulder, he lands near the girl -must protect the girl- dazed and confused, the leader takes this moment to make his attack.

I pick the stake up off the ground, but he’s upon me before I have a chance to react, the stake skitters out of my hand while he snaps at my neck.

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cassie_newton_ August 21 2005, 09:48:04 UTC
This is happening too fast. Was the first thing through my mind, even if I was already reacting. It was dazed, and that was my moment, right? I take the end of the cross I made and jam it down towards it's chest before it really has much time to do anything but look up at me with a blank confused stare in it's yellow eyes, then....poof?

Wow, I mean...poof?? They really do that? That's so---Avasa!! I look back around, getting over my few second dazed-bit, and see that oh he's in trouble! Damnit, I told him to focus, I've got to too. I see the stake I'd collected, he must have dropped it, and I grab it up, heading over. Oh please don't let me mess this up...

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avasa_edan August 21 2005, 09:54:54 UTC
I growl, forcing the vampire’s face away from my neck. Gouging at his eyes with my thumbs. “Good dogs don’t bite.”

He sees the girl hovering uncertain beyond the chaos. Go for the kill. Dust. Poof. Gone.

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cassie_newton_ August 21 2005, 10:11:35 UTC
It's over really fast too. I drop down next to Avasa. "Are you okay?" I ask, reaching out to touch him, and I frown, sitting forward and leaning over him, as I spot blood. I swipe my fingers over a little gash on his neck. "You're bleeding." I say, then give him a little amused half smile. "Which I'm sure you didn't need me to tell you, huh? Genius, I am...Here..." I look around for my bag. I had one at one point here, a little purse...there it is. I reach over and grab it, pulling out a little bandanna I usually use for my hair when it gets too unruly. I place it over the gash.

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avasa_edan August 21 2005, 10:20:17 UTC
I place my hand over hers, I want to tell her how thankful I am but the words aren’t there. They’re lost. Gone. As if my very voice had been stolen away. I look around, tearful. I need to find Dawn, but… I can’t. Should she really see me this way? I need to go home, I’m too close to town.

Need to leave, need to--

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