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Post by Gryphon LaMort on Jan 10, 2009 10:20:13 GMT -5
All Alley could do was force another groan from her mouth as she found her release with him. Again, she searched her mind for a reason to be mad, to hate him for doing this to her. She still couldn't. Alley breathed deeply, feeling dizzy from her blood loss, and stared up at the dark Silent Hill sky. "W-we still have to...not safe here...."
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Post by Droiture LeReve on Jan 10, 2009 10:24:41 GMT -5
"I dare them to disturb us." Droiture snarled, as his green eyes were now silver with his vampiric nature exposed. He was stronger now. The fishnets on his arms had already fallen off a while ago, revealing his long, pale, tattooed arms. He stood up, whipping out his barbed wire and swinging it around wildly, taking out any and all creatures that dared to come near.
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Post by Gryphon LaMort on Jan 10, 2009 10:28:39 GMT -5
Alley stared at him. He was fine while she was damn near dead. It clicked, that was her reason. She stood, shaking slightly and did her best to walk. "Fucking vampire....damn near dead...." Alley forced her legs to hold her up as she tried to get into her normal walking speed, but it faltered and she felt more dizzy than she had before.
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Post by Droiture LeReve on Jan 10, 2009 10:30:51 GMT -5
Droiture held her up with one arm and gripped her tightly, taking her into the shadows with him and re-appearing halfway across town. An old, half-broken neon sign lit up "Neely's Bar". He kicked open the door and pushed her inside, then slipped in and slammed the door shut, barricading it with an iron bar.
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Post by Gryphon LaMort on Jan 10, 2009 10:38:19 GMT -5
Alley staggered slightly, but continued her angry mumbling as she fell back into one of the seats. She felt tired but didn't want to fall asleep here. "I need to get my knife back. He was probably smart and took it with him." Alley made an attempt at distracting herself from everything by playing with the bells that still hung from around her neck, despite the violence faced earlier.
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Post by Droiture LeReve on Jan 10, 2009 10:40:20 GMT -5
"I could always just make you a better one. It'll be lighter and easier to use while still having the same lethal power as the old one. Personally, I like my wire much better. It slices things just so much more cleanly, wouldn't you say?" Droiture said, forming a bit of crystal in his hands to show her that he wasn't bluffing.
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Post by Gryphon LaMort on Jan 10, 2009 10:43:33 GMT -5
Alley looked over at Droiture, lacking the strength to actually be mad at him right now then felt a new wave of anger seep into her body at the offer. "No! I need that one back! Something else...just wouldn't be the same..." Her gaze came to rest on the table infront of her. "I'll get it back. He knows two of them would be too much after some time."
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Post by Droiture LeReve on Jan 10, 2009 10:46:37 GMT -5
"If you insist, mon cherie." Droiture said, the crystal disappearing from his hand. "Sleep." He commanded. "You'll feel much more lively later." He walked behind the bar and began clinking around with some bottles and glasses, and finally pulled himself up a bottle of fine wine. He guzzled it straight from the bottle.
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Post by Gryphon LaMort on Jan 10, 2009 10:49:34 GMT -5
Alley rested her head against the table and closed her eyes but didn't sleep. All she could see was things that she didn't understand, dancing through the darkness of her mind. All these people, dead, but why did she see it? Her mother....dead. Alley could understand that just fine.
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Post by Droiture LeReve on Jan 10, 2009 10:52:58 GMT -5
Droiture began to sing quietly, his voice a smooth tenor washing through the room.
"Dans le Jour Brumeux, Reste du Jugement La chute du paradis comme pleuvoir la cendre Les collines sont silencieuses avec les rêves cassés Piégé voici nos intentions...."
He sang, seemingly not noticing he was even doing it at all.
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Post by Gryphon LaMort on Jan 10, 2009 10:57:26 GMT -5
Alley listened to Droiture sing and sighed, pushing herself up from her seat. She began to pace the small bar, wound up for some unknown reason. "We should leave....not safe here....." She peered out the front window of the bar and shifted uneasily. "Not safe anywhere.....this place is infected...." The bells around her neck jingled softly, causing Alley to grab them, stopping the sound.
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Post by Droiture LeReve on Jan 10, 2009 11:00:45 GMT -5
"Relax yourself. This bar and my old home the Church are the only two places where it's safe from the beasts outside. They're clean. I can't give you an explanation why, but they are and we're safe here. Not even the Red Devil dares to come inside. Probably all the alcohol lying around. I don't know." Droiture said. "Pull up a chair. Relax. Have a drink." Droiture said, offering her a glass of wine.
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Post by Gryphon LaMort on Jan 10, 2009 11:05:16 GMT -5
Alley didn't slow her pacing, all the while mumbling incoherently to herself. "Has my knife...mom would be upset...never liked him anyways...don't see why..." She took the glass from Droiture and tipped it back, swallowing all of liquid. Her fingers played at the bells on her neck.
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Post by Droiture LeReve on Jan 10, 2009 11:06:35 GMT -5
"Wh... What are you talking about? 'Never liked him anyways'?" Droiture asked, one non-existent eyebrow raising in confusion.
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Post by Gryphon LaMort on Jan 10, 2009 11:08:59 GMT -5
"Hmm?" Alley stopped to stare at Droiture before realizing what he was asking her. "My father. She never liked him. She didn't hate him but she never liked him." She started up her pacing again.
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