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Post by Chani {♥} on Apr 8, 2008 1:47:38 GMT -5
Kevin, too, rolled his eyes as he followed her. He knew she wouldn't stop poking and prodding at every aspect of his life until she felt satisfied with the knowledge she had coaxed out of him, but who knew when that would happen? He didn't honestly feel like talking about it, it wouldn't be good for him to arouse all the emotions that he wanted to regurgitate on everyone and everything around him right now. He needed to keep his head.
"Yeah, you're right," he said sarcastically, unable to help himself from releasing a bit of frustration. He wasn't being entirely open-minded to her position at the moment. "I just wanted to suck the last Ashikawa dry myself, that's why I took on a small party of my own kind. That's an entirely intellectual conclusion, you know? I mean, I have every desire to throw away any tie I have with this world I'm stuck in and have both humans and vampires hunt me. It's every vampire's dream!" He bit his tongue, literally and figuratively, trying to shut himself up. He didn't need to alienate her anymore than she already was and he was being completely irrational. Emotions were no excuse, she was going through an unfathomably painful night, too. But Kevin wasn't the sympathetic type. "Look, you'll never believe anything that comes out of my mouth, anyway. I'm the enemy, first and last, a vampire. You're never going to accept that there was logic behind what I did tonight. I'm not totally sure there even was." He felt blood trickle from his tongue and onto his teeth. He was feeling the polar opposite of Amaya, while the last thing she wanted was to be alone right now, all he wanted was to be alone, working in front of his smithy to try and forget everything that had just happened, or to perhaps throw himself into the flaming furnace.
What was he doing? He didn't know how many times he'd asked himself that tonight, and each time he'd neglected the question, telling himself he needed to keep his mind set on saving Amaya. Now, as far as he knew, they were safe, and he still didn't want to face that question. Inquiries were being thrown at him from Amaya, from himself, and he didn't know what was holding him together. What was shackling him down from the explosion he so desired? Had he truly reached insanity? Is this what is was? Not knowing why you were doing the things you had every reason not to, not understanding why you couldn't do the things you felt you needed to, asking yourself questions that you could not find rational answers to, and yet appearing entirely serene frontally?
I'm going mad, he decided. What was even crazier is that it didn't scare him, it only further baffled him. A few days ago, he had been polishing katanas and scribbling away at his inventory list. Now he was miles upon miles away from that safe place, with lethal silver sheathed at his sides painted with the blood of people he might have shaken hands with once, or played cards with, or bought a drink for at the tavern in Idaitokai. How had his life been torn apart so quickly, and without warning? How did the looming devastation go unnoticed for so long, and then happen so suddenly? He heaved a sigh and looked up at Amaya, hoping she hadn't asked any questions while he had been lost in himself.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 8, 2008 16:21:19 GMT -5
Yes, Amaya would continue her interrogation until she was satisfied with the answers that he had given to her, just waiting for him to contradict himself or say something that he shouldn't. Amaya was trained not to trust people like him, in her mind already having a dozen questions that she wanted to ask him, already ordering them from the general down to the specific. Start easy with names and work graducally down to the specifics of their lifestyle. How culd you trust someone you didn't know? Though Amaya would never give her lifes details to a stranger she expected strangers to open their lives to her, rather hypocritical, no? But, in her mind she deserved to know that information, she asked for a purpose while they asked to be nosey. Amaya had no patience for gossip, not even when playing her role as a perfect little social butterfly.
She scowled a little at his response, her hands moving to sit on her hips, a sure sign that she was annoyed now. "Well I am sure that blindly trusting a creature that lives off the lives of others really is the way to get through the night." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, as if mimicing his tone. "That would be the interllectual conclusion, no? I mean, a vampire whom I have never met or heard of before storming into my life and dragging me away, I have every desire of just beliving very word that tumbles from his mouth until he sucks the life from me." She was twisting his words, quite obviously, a threatening undertone to her voice. He better not test her patience right now because she was in no mood to play games with him. If he was being like this then she would just kill him. "A creature that goes against his own kind to storm in and 'rescue' a slayer for no apparent reason, with no explination. I am just waiting for you to tell me what the Hell you want with me." She snapped, her voice almost a low growl there.
Amaya's mind wasn't in a strong or stable enough state to deal with Jagger right now, her whole life had fallen apart and she was trying to hold herself together and work out who he was and what he wanted when all she wanted to do was cry. She couldn't let him see her cry though, oh no, that just wasn't an option. She was an Ashikawa and she was supposed to be strong, nevermind the fact that her home had just been desacrated and her mother had just been murdered in front of her very eyes, her father's body probably laying somewhere on the ground. Ahhh, she had to stop thinking like that. She needed to focus on getting to her little sanctuary and getting changed and cleaning her wounds before she could even think about grieving right now. In truth, she didn't know how to grieve. So many contrasting emotions were bombarding her it was all just too much to deal with. The numbness that adrenaline had leant her had worn off now, and she was left to suffer the assult of her emotions alone, with not a person in the world she could turn to right now. And no, Jagger wasn't an option. She couldn't talk to him, or cry to him, how could he understand? He was already dead, as if he could care or feel grief.
She breathed in a shuddering breath as her little sanctuary came into view, rather modest for an Ashikawa really. It was built in the style of her father's heritage, with a swooping roof that was a common feature of buildings in the area, painted dark green to match the leaves on the trees. It was only one story, the porch type area leading up to the front door, which was painted in elaborate patterns of red and green, forming her family's coat of arms. There seemed to be no lock though, and no door handle, just the door and what looked to be a plain pannel of wood where the handle and lock should have been. "You breathe a word of this place to anyone and I will hunt you down, no matter where you are, and kill you slowly." She threatened as she pressed her hand to the pannel of wood, the coat of arms seeming to glow for a second before the door creaked open, opening up into the dark interior.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Apr 8, 2008 18:39:02 GMT -5
As he looked up, he saw a cottage. She muttered something about killing him slowly if he were to speak of this place.
To who? he thought silently. He had just obliterated his connections with the vampiric society, he had no friends, and if he ever showed his face again he'd be slaughtered. They'd torture him until he either spat out some information on Amaya or died, and the latter was surely what he would choose. He wanted to give her something, anything, that would maybe give them a sense of trust, but he didn't have any evidence of anything he could tell her. She wouldn't believe him. She didn't need the weight of thinking that her father had hesitated in a fight against a vampire just because the vampire had resembled a friend he had once been very close to. She would revoke that statement in an instant, she'd probably behead him on the spot for speaking such blasphemies on the night of her father's death. He was just glad she seemed too weary and lost in her thoughts to interrogate him further. For now, she'd just have to accept that he'd given up everything to save her tonight.
He followed her into the cottage, seeing easily into the dark and feeling much more comfortable in it, though he knew she'd probably light a torch or, at least, a candle since she was human. He felt so tired; he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so beat. He normally just slept when he was bored or to pass the daylight by faster, but now he was actually exhausted. He was just glad he had fed before he'd came. How would he continue to feed with her around? She surely wouldn't let him, and he wouldn't risk ignoring the thirst while she was in his company. He just couldn't think right now.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 9, 2008 17:02:35 GMT -5
Amaya located a box of long matches easily, even in the velvety darkness. The match hissed as it flared into life, the scent of burning drifting through the room as she shuffled around lighting matches, filling the room with golden and flickering light. "Close the door behind you." It was an order not a request, Amaya not even looking up at him, too busy cupping her hand around the flame as she lit a stick of incense before moving off into another room to light more candles. The incense was to help her relax, to help her think without the worry of vampires and other such monsters. She just needed the adrenaline to ebb out of her system so that she could think in straight lines.
The main room of the cottage was spacious, containing elegant, darkwood furniture and exoitic looking trinkets, everything in here obviously Amaya's seeing as one of the most common items hung on the walls or displayed on the cabinets were beautiful silk fans, her personal favourite. There was a seating area sunk into the ground at one end of the room, comforable cushions scattered around the low table. It was all rather Hagakarinese, a contrast to the woman who owned all of it. Amaya was more like an Avalan woman yet her house reflected.
"You can sleep there. Don't come in my room." She warned him, pointing to the seating area at the other end of the room as she spoke to him. He could sleep there seeing as he seemed to be staying with her now, though she wouldn't let him near her room. "You can't go out because the door won't open for you, so if you need to go out then you will have to call me. Oh, and I am Amaya Ashikawa by the way." She informed him before sliding a door open and slipping away into another room.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Apr 9, 2008 22:20:01 GMT -5
Too tired to comment on her demanding way of going about things, too weary to care about anything but sleep, Kevin closed the door as she lit up the room. He nodded, too tired to mention that he had already known her name.
"My baby girl, Amaya..." The same name that had been the last word carried through Daisuke's pale lips. Kevin's face contorted into a wince and his head even shook a little, as if the memory had come to him in the form of a blow to the side of his head. He fell to his knees, giving up on standing. His hands shook with the effort not to scream, his head throbbed with the pain of wondering what words he would shout if he could, his body ached from the battle and emotions that had beat him through the night. He stood up again and, as calmly as he possibly could, went over the seating area, where he collapsed onto the pillows.
His green eyes stared into the dim lighting of the room, but they were unseeing. Nothing could be seen in them or by them but hurt. If he had only been a few minutes earlier, if only he hadn't needed to stop and catch his breath that once, he could have saved Daisuke, or at least his wife. But, out of three Ashikawas, he had only made it out with one of them, and it was going to be impossible to protect her with all this hatred she had for him. But he had to, he must...
He made a small growling sound, not wishing to wake Amaya, and sat up. He had almost forgotten that he hated himself until tonight. He stood to remove his black, damp cloak, folding it neatly and setting it down at his feet. Daisuke, please forgive me... He then slipped off his dark orange shirt, folding it just as nicely as the cloak, and setting it down on top. He loosened the leather belt holding his black trousers up a notch and sat down on one of the cushions, removing his boots. He felt so exhausted, but the gears in his mind kept creaking along at a painful pace, throwing thoughts, memories, and other such wretched things at him at speeds that drove him absolutely insane. He wanted to stop thinking, just for tonight, but he couldn't. He had done everything he could to keep Daisuke from rising in his thoughts while he and Amaya escaped and could not put up a fight any longer. He sat the boots next to his shirt and cloak, side-by-side (were all vampires this cleanly?) He took off his wet socks, rolled them together, and sat them behind the cloak and shirt. He finally stood again, pacing quietly for a few moments as he tried to soothe his aching brain. He wanted to scream (They killed him, and it's all my fault... I wasn't fast enough!), he wanted to cry (He's gone... forever. I never went to his wedding. I remember that speech he made at my funeral...), he wanted to laugh (But we made it! Amaya and I left alive!), he wanted to wretch (I beheaded my best friend tonight...), he wanted, quite simply, to die, though he had a mission to fulfill now. He picked up his shirt and wiped the floor clean where he had tracked in mud on his boots, then went about dusting the table. Tiredness hit him like a sudden tsunami, hurling itself onto the shore of his brain and then overwhelming him entirely. He folded up his shirt again, sitting it down on the cloak again, and then fell rather than lied on his back in the seating area.
His eyelids fluttered for a moment, as the busy thoughts buzzing and tearing at his mind fought with his body's need to sleep and his heart's yearning for something that he didn't recognize. Within seconds, his body prevailed, and he fell to slumber.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 10, 2008 15:49:19 GMT -5
Amaya had slipped off into her bedroom by the time that Kevin, or Jagger as Amaya knew him, fell to his knees. It was a good job that she wasn't there to witness that really, she had enough on her mind without being exposed to his feeling as well. Her mind was barely able to cope with the spectrum of emotion that was being inflicted upon her. It was all so intense, more so than anything that she had ever felt before. She had always been the type of person to keep her emotion in check and never really get too carried away, whether that be with anger or happiness, though right now there was nothing that she could do to reign in her feelings, no way she could shut her mind off or even think about something else;everything linked back to her parents and with thinking about her parents came that incurable pain that was gathering strength in her chest.
The fire in her eyes had burnt out now, leaving them seeming empty and haunted, shoulders drooping now that there was no-one else around to see her. Peeling off her clothes felt almost as if she were casting her old life aside, as if the clothes were the only think that linked her back to the real world, her world, the world in which nothing could touch her family and her parents would always be there waiting for her to return home from a nights hunt. How was she supposed to manage alone? She may have been independant but not to the point where she didn't need her family, her family was her connection to the world, the safe base that she would always have to run back to when things went wrong. But now everything had gone wrong and she was left here, left here with a vampire and no safe base to run back to. It was a terrifying thought, even to Amaya, something that struck fear into her very heart. She was even questioning her own actions and her motives now...she had never been that insecure and now she just felt like...a child.
She had undressed herself without even noticing, the movements second nature to her so her body was moving without the instruction of her mind. Unfasten her corset, shrug out of her slip, kick off her shoes...before she knew it she was shivering in the cool of her room, watching her wardrobe almost as if she expected it to spring open and give her a night gown. She sniffled to herself lightly, rubbing at her eyes almost angrily as she moved over to her wardrobe, dragging out a silk night dress before slipping into it.
She felt the amber of the necklace thud against her chest lightly as she flicked her hair out from the neck of her night gown. Ahhh, there it was, her physical connection with her dead parents. That was enough to break her, to make her sink down to sit in the middle of the floor and tug her knees up to her chest, unable to do anything about the flood of tears that was unleashed. They were gone. The realisation hit her hard, leaving a gaping black hole in her chest that sucked in any other emotion until she was overcome by grief and sorrow; she felt as if she could never be happy again. Her sense of loss was huge, all of this seeming like the end of her life as she knew it. What was the point now? The point of living alone, fighting alone and limping home to an dark and empty house. Her ideals didn't even matter to her right now, her parents would be appalled by the idea that their darling daughter had allowed herself to be saved by a vampire, but it got even worse than that. She had wanted him to come, not wanting to be alone no matter how selfish that seemed, leading him to her secret sanctuary with hardly any hesitation or attempt to stop him.
The fatigue hit when her tears had dried up, limbs aching, her injuries throbbing but she just didn't have the energy to clean and bandage them. Instead she she slumped to the side on the floor, tucking her hand under her head as she half fell to sleep, half passed out.
Today had been a hard day.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Apr 11, 2008 0:08:11 GMT -5
Despite the horrible events that had passed over the course of the last day, Kevin's sleep was virtually dreamless for the first three hours, or perhaps they had been filled with dreadful dreams and thoughts as the single hour that followed those had and he was just so exhausted that his memory failed to collect them. Whatever it was, he was glad for it. He wasn't appreciative of the final hour, the fourth, stirring up the events and, if it was possible, making them even more horrific. His body replenished its life swiftly, but even so he woke in a cold sweat after that fourth hour by so few minutes, still feeling very weary. His body felt rested, but his mind and heart were still so achingly bereft of energy.
He knew he was being selfish. Amaya had to be going through so much more. After all, he hadn't so much as spoken to Daisuke in what seemed like a lifetime. Daisuke must have changed over those years, maybe even to a person that Kevin wouldn't even like anymore. It was inevitable that Kevin move on a little in those many years that had passed, but a connection had obviously stayed the storm. It had brought back so many things that Kevin had swore off a long time ago. He sighed. Amaya was his daughter --- she was the last half of his life, along with her mother. Kevin had only been the beginning, so many years had passed without contact, and they were even enemies by Daisuke's traditions that he held so dear. But he couldn't help being selfish. He already hated himself with a passion he had never hated anyone before, not even the vampire that turned him. Things couldn't possibly get any worse, not emotionally.
He finally gave up on trying to go back to sleep. His body was replenished with life now, so his heart would continue throbbing painfully and his head would have plenty of energy to spend whirling horrid thoughts about. He wouldn't cry, though. If he started crying, if he gave in, it would not be silent nor safe for Amaya. He didn't know what he could do, he could feel some darkness trying to consume him and release all his emotions, but he fought it off. He just sat there, contemplating the night's events, dozing in and out. He hardly had time to worry about his growing thirst or the future. What would become of him? Would he just sit here, in this same cottage, and wait for Amaya to grow old and die? She wouldn't allow that, would she? How much longer could she handle having a vampire under the same roof as her, one she knew nothing about aside from the fact that he had given up everything to save her and had a nasty attitude? These thoughts didn't even pass through his mind as he tried, refused, yet was forced to remember all the details of every time he and Daisuke had spent together.
Yet, as the hours passed on, he knew that Amaya would be waking soon. He wondered what she'd say to him now that she had the energy to fight behind a wall of inquiries. He wondered if maybe they could just be silent for the next couple of days. No, that wouldn't work. He'd have to feed by then. How could he do that? She wasn't stupid, he couldn't lie his way out the door so he could go slaughter some human for his curse. He ran his hand through his hair, it was knotted. He wondered if she had a brush...
Yeah, that'd go over well, he thought bitterly. "Amaya, I know your mother was just murdered in front of you last night and now you're stuck with this creature you hate, which, hey, happens to be me, but I just thought I'd wake you up before you had fully rested to ask you if I could borrow your brush!" No, I do not think she would share it with me, even if she had had a perfect night's sleep. He itched his bare chest, wishing he could return to his smithing shop and retrieve a few of his items. That wasn't an option, unless he left right now. They had seen his face and, while he didn't recognize any of them, word would get out fast. They had seen his hair in the light; natural orange highlights, that'd be enough, especially once his friends realized that he hadn't returned home after a few days. But, to occupy his mind, he amused himself with the delusion of returning, what things he would get.
"My brush," he groaned quietly. "A few outfits, a couple more weapons, some money..."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 11, 2008 16:19:18 GMT -5
Amaya slept in a deep, deathlike state, completly vulnderable to anything that decided that it wanted to kill her while she slumbered. She remained still throughout the night, not even shifting in her sleep, still curled up on the cool floor when the fog of sleep began to lift from her mind, gradually allowing her to become conscious of her trickle of jumbled thoughts. The first thing that she realised was that she was laid on the floor, though she had no idea why she was laid on the floor. The floor was cold and really rather uncomfortable, sleeping in beds had always been a much better idea, they were far more comfortable. The second thing that she noticed was that her whole body ached, her limbs still hating her for the exertion the night before. She could never remember feeling like this before, it was more than a physical ache but also an intense mental ache. An ache of loss...
Her eyes flew open, pupils wide because her room was dark, the candles having burnt out by now and the curtains having been drawn across the windows. She sat bolt up right, looking around for some sort of sign that the memories that were crowding within her mind were nothing more than the memories of a nightmare that she had suffered in her sleep.
There was dried blood on her sword...and her clothing from the night before was just scattered around on the floor...which meant that they really were gone. Gone? Her gaze hardened suddenly as she pushed her hand back through her hair. They really were gone? They weren't there waiting for her to wake up...how could they be when she had removed her mother's head with her own sword? A growing feeling of helplessness was creeping up on her, and Amaya didn't like that at all, but along with the helplessness came an undeniable sense of rage.
They had taken her parents from her, taken her whole life and ripped it apart before her eyes...and that only called for one course of action.
She was fully dressed as she strode out of her room, half seeming to have forgotten about Jagger as she tugged a draw open and peered down at it's contents. Today's outfit was nothing like the elaborate ball gown of the night before, this one much better suited to fighting than dancing. Her top was black, fitting closely to her body to give less material to get caught on something, a vest style top with no sleeves, simple in desgin. A pair of black shorts covered her legs to around an inch above her knees, the black, leather belt from last night secured around her waist, swords at her sides. This was finished off by a pair of light weight boots that came up to just under her knees, a fitted, dress coat over this, the bottom of it flaring out behind her as she walked, the coat left unfastened. It was clear that she had no intention of sitting and grieving for her parents, nor did she had any intentions of interrogating Jagger. The only thing on her mind right now was revenge. It soothed all the sorrow in her heart and lessened the throb of loss in her heart, the anger swelling in her more than anything she had ever thought she could contain.
The draw contained a selection of daggers and curved blades, Amaya picking out the ones that she wanted, slipping them into various sheathes that were scattered over her body. "If you want combs and clothes then I suggest that you leave now because I have no need for someone that had need of such trivial things." She murmured to him in a low voice, an undertone of anger contained there though it wasn't directed at him. "And if it is wepons that you need then I have an arsenal...and money is no problem."
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Post by Chani {♥} on Apr 11, 2008 17:20:56 GMT -5
"I don't need any of those," Kevin replied, frowning as she dug through a drawer, though his voice was emotionless. "They're mere desires. Even vampires wish to be clean, believe it or not." He doubted she did, but he didn't much care. He'd never cared what others thought or felt about him, not since he'd became a vampire. It wasn't a popularity contest like it had been in school, and even when he had been in school, with Daisuke, popularity had never been an obstacle. "Is this arsenal out here?" he inquired. The emotionless left and an interest had replaced it. "We can't go back to the house, it'll be guarded." She already knew that, surely. But, as long as he kept talking, he didn't need to think so hard about death, loneliness, or hatred. She was an Ashikawa, surely there were at least a few weapons stashed out here. He hated handling these silver blades. He refused to ask her what she was looking for, what she planned on doing, he doubted he'd get anything but a snide, "It's none of your business", anyway.
Daisuke told me to watch her, he never said I had to enjoy it, he thought silently, standing up and stretching. Watching her's gonna be hard enough. I'm honestly surprised she hasn't tried to kill me yet.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 12, 2008 13:23:58 GMT -5
"Then don't complain." She rolled her eyes at him and shook her head before straightening up to look at him, seeming to have chosen out all the daggers she wanted; well, all the daggers that she had sheathes for anyway. She couldn't really hide any more daggers in her attire anyway. Desires were worthless now, though she didn't voice that opinion. The only desire that she cared for was the desire for revenge...Amaya really was too violent sometimes wasn't she? Others in her condition would be paralysed by grief, sitting alone in a dark room for days just thinking and trying to forget, but not Amaya, she had never been the type to think before she acted. Actions spoke louder than words, or so she thought anyway.
She arched her eyebrow at him at his question about her arsenal, looking at him as if he were stupid before moving to tug open all the draws of all the chests in the room before stopping to look at him, folding her arms over her chest. Every draw was filled with an assortment of expensive and sometines exotice weponary, but they all had one thing in common; they were all deadly. "Take your pick, but hurry up about it or I will just leave you here." She told him bluntly, making a point of walking toward the door.
She was planning on going home, if the house was guarded or not, Amaya wanted her revenge and she was too blind to see that she would end up dead if she went back to the house. What did that matter? What did life matter alone?
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Post by Chani {♥} on Apr 14, 2008 2:44:52 GMT -5
Kevin had had it.
"Okay, princess, listen here," he spat, standing and looking rather vicious, "I'll complain all I want, especially to myself. I wasn't talking to you, you self-centered little girl. You had best just wake-up. Just because I'm not one of your rich little friends with a flawless bloodline doesn't mean I, like everyone else you've ever met, am going to lower my head to you. I'm not here to get down on my knees when you need a stepping stool like everyone else that's ever came into your life, nor will I ever be. My only duty to you is to make sure you don't die. The only complaint that you can be sure I'm ever addressing to you is when it includes you, which seems like it might be frequently. And it's not like it'd do a damn thing, right? You're much too good to listen to what I, a vampire of all things, has to say. Well, I can guarantee I'm not the first to think that, and I know I won't be the last." He felt a lot better having got that out, but now he also felt that, if Daisuke were here, his hands would be around Kevin's throat. He was forgetting that this girl had just lost both of her parents, either that or he was just too heartless to care. He didn't show anyone that tenderness, and why her of all people? Amaya, who wanted him dead? His pride too much to show submission, he kneed the weapon drawers closed and turned, ready to leave with his lethal silver weapons that he disliked handling. He walked over to his clothes, shoving his feet in his boots and tying them as he waited for the recoil.
He was already lost in the other words he wanted to say to her but couldn't. They wouldn't reach her, anyway, not even in this emotional state. She was too stubborn, it was her way or no way at all. He had never felt a deeper calling to go home than now, but, thanks to his conscience, he didn't have a home to run to. What in the hell had possessed him last night? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Put his life on the line to save a girl who hated him, had been too late to save the friend he had originally came for, vampires would now be ransacking his blacksmith shop, and the few friends he had made over the years would now be trying to collect the undoubted prize that was going to be on his head.
He snatched up his cloak, threw it around his shoulders, tied it, flipped up the hood. He decided that, after today, he just wouldn't talk to her anymore. If all they would do is argue, then he'd just keep his mouth shut. She'd like it far too much for him to say something for her to dig her claws into. Besides, he justified, it's not like she cared for what he had to say anyway. He thought that, since his words had no effect on her, that they were justified. Selfish, distraught by his friend's death, stubborn, and ultimately hateful, Kevin's head was just in a wrong spot. And he was sinking further and further into it. He hadn't ever been this lost in his own mind, even when he had had "human" problems.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 15, 2008 3:42:17 GMT -5
Amaya was surprised that the 'snap' of the fragile wall that she had built up in her head to contain her rage wasn't audible to Kevin, if it was he would have been sure to know to run because an armed and angry Ashikawa was not someone that you wanted to get into a fight with, especially one that had nothing to lose.
Her muscles tensed as he ranted but she, surprisingly, held her tongue until he was finished, by that time a murderous glint had entered his eyes. Revenge could wait, her only desire right now was to have his bloody and beating heart served to her on a silver platter. He was actually lucky that her aim wasn't great or the dagger she had thrown at him, which ended up burying itself in the wall not far from his head, would have been poking out of his forehead. "Anyone would actually think that a vampire was actually capable of having morals." She spat, her words dripping with venom. How dare he question her? She had even allowed him to live through the night and stay in her own home and he was doing...this? "Or maybe you think that I care about the opinions of a creature like you. You have no duty to me, whether self given or otherwise, and I never asked for you to be here." She snapped, her hands moving to rest over the hilts of her swords. "So I would advise that common courtesy would dictate that when in someone else's house you may think to stop your pathetic complaining and hold your tongue, unless of course you would rather me cut it out." Yes, that was a threat, one that she would be more than willing to carry out. "Vampire, you are lucky that you are even breathing right now, and if you want to keep it that way you might find it wise to get out of my sight before I rip your insides out."
So violent for such a pretty and upstanding young woman, he really must have made her loose her temper, which wasn't an easy feat. She didn't care that he had saved her or that he had risked himself for her. She had never asked to be saved, and in her mind she would have been better off remaining at the house and dying along with the rest of her family, or maybe that was just the grief talking? She neither knew nor cared, all she wanted right now was to see him bleed. Arrogant vampire that dared to talk to her like that. A creature with such dirty blood the sun wouldn't even allow him in it's presence? On no, him talking to her like that would be the last thing he did.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Apr 15, 2008 4:14:05 GMT -5
Kevin had been in his own thoughts, oblivious to her glare until a dagger blitzed by his head. Not showing a reflex was a reflex in itself; the knife had passed so he did not respond to it. He merely stepped aside and looked behind him nonchalantly. He listened to her words, rolling his eyes a few times.
"Throwing a dagger at me isn't going to do you any good," he said, his voice entirely calm. "Next time, do me a favor and hit me right between the eyes, alright? I'm only here on your father's demands. And don't talk to me about common courtesy." The sight of her so angry, totally infuriated, and the idea that she thrown a dagger at his head just before boasting common courtesy, he had to laugh. "If I'm so low of a creature, then I have no courtesy, right? You can't have your cake and eat it, too, princess. If you want to convince yourself I'm the enemy after last night, then fine. If you want to convince yourself that I'm not worthy of the dirt you walk on, then that's alright, too. Most days, I'd agree with you. But don't expect me to say my 'please's and 'thank-you's, too. It's an oxymoron and it's just further proving how entirely spoiled you are." He stared at her, ready to dodge anything she threw at him, his vampiric reflexes tensed and prepared now, while his mind became scrambled. He felt guilt, and, with some searching, he found the source of his guilt: he was guilty because he actually felt regret that he had told Daisuke he'd take care of Amaya. He wished, deep down, that he had left the man without a fulfilled promise, and beheaded him. Then Kevin would be on his way out of here. He'd leave this "princess" to her own vengeful, self-absorbed ideas, he'd let her go get eaten alive by the vampires, and he'd return home before his friends had even noticed he had left. At least, that way, he could avoid suspicion. But the guilt of feeling so wrenched at his heart. He owed Daisuke, simple as that, and regretting that he could pay this man back for everything just seemed totally wrong, in every way. When had this conscience come back? He had lost it so long ago, and here it was, nagging at him again, screaming at him for regretting that he couldn't have gotten there in time to save Daisuke and his wife and leave Amaya to the rest of the vampires. She's the only one out of them that wanted to kill him. The other two would have welcomed him with open arms, thanked him for saving them, and at least been a little more compliant. This woman was just impossible.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Apr 15, 2008 15:39:48 GMT -5
Everything else he said to her seemed to slip into the background as he mentioned her feather, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she watched him, not ignoring the rant. Amaya was used to insults and people could think that she was as spoilt as they wanted, but she was the one who had given up all hopes of a normal life and become a slayer; and she couldn't see how doing something like that was selfish. Yes, she could be self centered, arrogant and rather snobbish, but what else could be expected from a girl who had been brought up with the idea that she really was important?
"You are a liar." Her voice was controlled now, though the rage in her amber eyes was burning brighly, so much that she was surprised that her glare hadn't turned him to dust. "Don't you ever...ever speak of my father." She hissed to him, her blades drawn now. I was one thing for him to insult her, he could do that until the sun came up, but as soon as he insulted her family then she really got mad, especially at a time like this. "The again, I wouldn't expect that anyone like you would ever understand that would you? Hmmm. Eternal life in exchange for the old one, one bite and a little blood and poof, you just abaondoned everything that you ever were or ever wanted and slip away into the night. Not that expect that you cared at all about your family, they were probably your first victims? Right? That's the way it usualy goes. Sever all attatchments with life because of the building shame in you that you are something dead and horrible and nothing could ever change that." She spat, shaking a little as she spoke, her eyes narrowed. "So, you can think of me what you like, but at least I am true to who I am." She growled, moving over to the door to shove it open violently. "Leave. I want neither your help nor your company, so just leave and I never want to see your face again."
She was being ungrateful, but that served him right. He was just as obnoxious as she could be and she didn't want to share the same air as him. He was the enemy, a creature that she could never trust and his mere presence made her skin crawl. He may have saved her from the mansion but she was sure that he had some other plot in mind for her demise, why else would he help her? Psht, as if her father would have ever entrusted her protection to a vampire, as if she needed protection.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Apr 16, 2008 11:01:37 GMT -5
As she mentioned his family, an unfathomable amount of rage built up in him. His sister... he hadn't killed her. But he had attacked his father figure, the professor... How dare she speak of such things! She did not know. She was just a prissy little brat who was mad because her life hadn't gone the way it wanted, and so was taking it out on everything around her. He wanted so bad to attack her, but this was the least he could do. He decided that he had fulfilled Daisuke's wish just now; he had saved her life twice now. He had prevented himself from ripping off her pretty little head. He wouldn't have drank her blood; god no, he didn't think it'd taste anything like dirt.
"Farewell," he said flatly, satisfied with this. He would leave her to her death. That way, everyone got what they wanted. She was dead, he returned to his home in Idaitokai and forgot this had ever happened. That would be the easy route, no?
He walked over and picked up his cloak and shirt, shoving them under his arm, and went out the doorway. He had had enough of this "good guy" stuff. Who did she think she was, anyway? Her mother had been fiery, yes, but she had never been so without good reason. And Daisuke had always been rational, never half as spoiled as this girl was. He'd never, ever been that full of himself.
He didn't look back, he didn't think he could without retching. That woman made him sick. He absolutely hated her, and what's more is he couldn't kill her like most people he hated, all because of some stupid promise he had made. He shot out a sigh of relief as he stopped next to a tree and put his shirt and cloak on. He pulled up the hood and retied his boots to make sure they were secured enough for a good run. His shop called him.
"Freedom, sweet freedom," he said brightly, standing up and stretching. He'd get to a nearby village, feed, stay through the day there, and then be back on his way to Idaitokai the next night. He had two nights to get home, then his friend Jiro would be coming by. If he found that Kevin was not there as usual, that would raise suspicion. Kevin didn't need that.
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