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Post by jonathan martin quinn on Sept 17, 2011 12:41:28 GMT -5
HAVE YOU FELT YOUR SENSES SURGE  AND SURRENDERED TO THE URGE TAG: OPEN OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: ENJOY.
How long had it been now since he had left his home in Italy to come here? Four...maybe five months? Strange how time didn't seemed to melt away when you were moving from place to place each day avoiding detection. He had been 'on the run' so to speak ever since he had killed Aaron the vampire who had been in charge of Jonathan's little 'covern'. Although he no longer had to fear Aaron and his powers his loyal followers were certainly a worry; and he wasn't going to stick around and find out what they were going to do with him. Besides he was needing a change of scene; being around that man and being stuck in Italy had grown tiresome, even if the city was beautiful. He had chosen Mystic Falls because he had heard tale of a vampire who had complete control of his bloodlust and because the small town had such a rich history with the supernatural.
He'd travelled as quickly as he possibly could, mostly travelling at night when there would be less people around. Although he wasn't bound to the night like so many of his kind he felt more secure when surrounded by the shadows of the night. There would be less people to see him and the monstrosity of his face and in turn there would be less people for him to kill. He hated the monster he had been forced to turn in to; if he had known back then all those hundreds of years ago what he now knew he would have chosen death. To live an eternal life of damnation and monstrosity was a fate worth then death for him; the world he had grown up in had viewed creatures like himself as servants of the devil; and although society's views may have changed his hadn't. If he could have a do over he would have greeted death like an old friend and would have been able to rest peacefully with the Lord; now he feared death for he knew that as soon as death greeted him he would be dragged down to the fires of hell where he belonged; and that above all things frightened him down to his very core.
So on he continued, living in fear of what was waiting for him in the shadows. He knew nothing he did could stop what his fate was but he had come to hope that his compassion and care for human beings would count towards something. Although he was in many ways; what vampires called 'a ripper' he did his best to look out for those too weak to protect themselves and tried to keep the innocent safe. So long as he didn't get too close or smell the sweet scent of the blood he was okay; for as soon as that sweet scent filled his nose, or when he heard the blood swirling around their body as their heart thumped against their chest he lost himself. Whenever he snapped out of his trance he was always left overwhelmed in his guilt and self loathing but no matter how hard he had tried he just couldn't seem to help himself. It was pathetic. A four-hundred and forty six year old vampire and he acted like he was a newborn. It wasn't just pathetic, it was embarrassing; which was why he had decided to travel at the emptiest times. It may have taken him longer and he was rather hungry but at least he was finally here.
Walking through the forest of what he assumed was the outskirts of the strange little town of Mystic Falls Jonathan soon found himself in a rather familiar scene. How often had he watched the human's films of their kind? It was rather ironic to have stumbled upon a graveyard and he was sure one of the younger vampires from the covern in Italy would have made some sort of joke or turned it into a game. But Jonathan was far too dignified for such things and besides, movies were something that had never been around in his time so he felt no real connection to them. However as he continued to walk through the small graveyard with some tombstones covered in moss he found a sweet scent fill his nose. Irony seemed to be playing a cruel trick on him. Why oh why did there have to be a human here so early in the morning? Didn't they have school...or work...or anywhere else better to be? Try as he might to ignore the scent his body moved upon instinct towards the scent and he soon found himself in front of a young girl. 'Stay calm Jonathan...breath...breath' Forcing his features to remain human he bit on his tongue as he fought against his hunger and vampire nature
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Post by elena gilbert on Sept 23, 2011 12:21:28 GMT -5
Elena arrived at the grave yard on her own, with nothing but her cream bag over her shoulder which held many things such as her phone, keys and notes, things that would never come in use if she was attacked by a vampire. But ten all the threats of Mystic Falls was gone now, were they?klaus for centain wasn't here, was he? He took off almost straight away without a good-bye or any sign of leaving not that it surprised Elena much. He got what he wanted so why was he going to stick around? Specially since Stefan had clearly gone with him... The bargain he must have dealt at was the one of saving his older brother, why would he come back to Elena anytime soon? He had to pay off the debt to klaus, Stefan couldn't just leave. But the ideas that Elena kept thinking of happening to him was too much to bare any more. Who was to say he was safe and sound and even ... Alive. No one could prove that.
Closing her eyes Elena's steps bought her over to Jenna's grave, Which like always had her name craved in it. JENNA SOMMERS - it read and Elena couldn't help but sigh as she sat down next to the grave stone pulling out her phone and sending a text to Damon telling him not to worry where she was, Elena knew that he always worried about her. Specially with Stefan and Klaus gone, he always seemed to act as if she was going to get snatched up by someone. But for once Elena wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of her location, she didnt want him here watching her write in her diary or to think about where her boyfriend was. She just wanted to be alone for a while, to be able to think without the worry of Damon seeing right through her.
Pulling out her diary Elena sighed as she stared down at an empty page. Most the time she knew what to say but with the months going by it just seemed as if she was just repeating words over and over again. Her feelings for Damon, Stefan gone, Klaus was god knows where and Jeremy and Elena were holding up. Just holding up anyway. Ric had moved into their home but neither of them were ready to have him there, he was still very much morning over the lost of Jenna (not to mention he couldn't cook to save his life).
Lending her head against the gravestone Elena began thinking what she could fill these pages off. But then this was ruined when a man appeared out of the forest. Looking up over at him Elena gulped slightly. He was certainly a strange looking man, his eyes strike Elena straight away and in shock she swirled her gaze away. She didn't mean to be rude, it was just such a shock... Blinking a few times she looked up again at the guy and smiled at him.
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Post by jonathan martin quinn on Sept 23, 2011 18:59:38 GMT -5
HAVE YOU FELT YOUR SENSES SURGE AND SURRENDERED TO THE URGE TAG: OPEN OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: ENJOY.
Something seemed familiar about this human [not that it made a difference] and although he was desperately hungry he couldn't bear to have his first day here ruined by killing her. "Forgive me, I wasn't aware of anyone else being here." His voice came out raspy and hushed as he fought against his darker nature, everything about the girl was screaming out to him but he had to resist. "Are you alright? You seem troubled." Despite the fact that the accident that had ruined his eyes had made his eye sight rather poor as a human the heightened sense of a vampire seemed to balance it out; so although his sight would never be as good as other vampires [something he rather resented] it was at least better then it had been. As he looked down at the brunette who sat before him facing the gravestone of what he could only assume was some close relative; probably her parents considering her body language [he'd bee a detective, he knew how to pick up on the smallest of details], his eyes flickered to the book in her hand. It seemed she was one of those girls who liked to write down the events of their life and comment on their feelings; something Jonathan had never practised or even understood. But perhaps that was because he wasn't big on sharing feelings; be it with a person or on a piece of paper, it was all a bit...open and if there was one thing Jonathan wasn't it was open. He was reclusive, he shared nothing about himself to anyone it was simply his nature and the fact that in his era it was seen rather unfit to share your worries. Of course if the person was really close then it was deemed okay but otherwise you were advised to remain silent.
Still times were very different now and perhaps it was simply the norm to now express every thought and feeling; and if that were the case then it was going to be a rather uncomfortable existence for Jonathan. Perhaps in a few more hundred years life would change into something more to his taste; after all humans had all these 'social network sites' now like 'Facebook' and 'Twitter'. Soon enough the human race would regress back and Jonathan would be able to live comfortably in a world where he would be able to say little and not have others pry into his life. Back before he'd come to live in Italy and after the accident people had always pointed and stared, whispering behind his back and trying to get him to reveal what had happened. It was all a bit too much for him but at least the viewpoints of people had changed as the centuries had rolled by. People know longer seemed to look upon him and see him as some evil omen, now they simply saw him as something ugly...someone who had been born wrong or had some terrible accident.
He was still trying his hardest to resist the girl's blood and he was starting to feel his throat burn from the restraint. Would it really be such a bad thing to have a little taste? Perhaps he would have some control this time and if he didn't would she be one of the ones that people noticed had gone missing? What was he thinking? Of course she'd be missed, this place seemed like one of those small towns were everyone knew everyone. He couldn't take such a risk, he had to be stronger then this. But the way she had turned from him like that...she feared him....was disgusted to look at him! That smile of her's was clearly fake, anger began to boil inside of him and the hunger grew stronger. She was the same as everyone else; always mocking him, always looking at him like he was a thing not a person. She was probably one of those shallow 'preps' he'd heard about so much that infested America, poisoning those around them and making everyone worship the ground they walked on; it made his insides twist in displeasure and overcome by his anger at her reaction to his appearance he hadn't noticed that he had stepped towards the girl; closing the gap between them. Realising that he was allowing his anger and hunger to control him he came to his senses and retracted away slightly, he didn't want to frighten the girl more then he obviously had. "I'm sorry if I startled you or intruded on your privacy, I have a habit of doing that."
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