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Post by lip 2 on Jun 16, 2012 20:15:46 GMT -5
He was running.
Large paws pounded into the earth as he pushed his muscles, a fire fueled by betrayal igniting deep within the cavity of his chest and refusing to go out. An angry snarl escaped him as he broke branches while running, his thick, rustic colored fur gleaming in the moonlight. Unlike most werewolves, who's eyes went a golden tone when they weren't in their human forms, Lennox's stayed a bright and stormy blue, like the sky during a sun shower. It was only because he was born with this - this gift he called a blessing for the longest of times. But he figured he'd eventually think it was a curse; it was only a matter of time. He'd been trying hard to be normal, or as normal as laid back Lennox O'Connel could be. He was goofy, sweet, and playful. He wasn't ruthless, wasn't evil, wasn't a bad wolf or a black sheep in most cases. But he'd seen her and where he thought he'd completely gotten over it, he realized he'd simply swept it under the rug. Someone lifted that rug, though - possibly an inspector - and revealed the tragic truth that he wasn't entirely over it.
She'd been different when he'd seen her a couple of days ago. It was at night and she didn't have that summer glow that clung to her skin and made him feel like he was getting wrapped up in sunshine. She didn't smell like fresh cut peaches and buttermilk pancakes with the slightest undertones of cigarettes and alcohol. She didn't have that rebellious spark in those dark orbs of hers that had drawn him in upon their first meeting four years ago and that constantly had him on his toes. He hadn't realized just how much he'd missed her ow just how much it had indeed hurt him when she suddenly disappeared and didn't tell him she was moving back to Los Angeles. But had she really left or had she simply started the rumor herself to make sure he wouldn't come snooping around for her like the lost little puppy he was? He was betting on the latter though he couldn't understand what on earth he'd done to make her back away so quickly. The last time they'd been together, it had been here, in the woods just outside of the city and they'd been fooling around while some of their classmates had a bonfire over by the clearing. They'd gotten drunk, had sex, and then laid out naked to look at the stars you couldn't see within the city limits because of all its bright lights. To him, it had been the perfect night.
The perfect way to say goodbye without really saying it.
But he'd seen her and it lead to him diving deeper into school work, taking that one tour with Marco (his new bud say wah!?) through the university, going to more parties and clubs just to have fun and relax, and of course what he was doing now: pouring all his energy into running through the woods with the moonlight shining down through the thick storm clouds rolling in. He could almost smell the scent of rain hanging thick in the humid air but he ignored it, instead opting to keep running. He ran aimlessly though in a large circle, his clothing bundled up in a backpack not too far from here. He couldn't be mad at her for dumping him so obliviously. She hadn't really known him...no, scratch that. She did - she just didn't know he was a werewolf but it was for her own safety. What if she had found out and that was why she left? No, he'd been careful. On full moon nights, he claimed he had family events to deal with. Which wasn't necessarily a lie.
He was almost there, just a few more yards and he'd change back, get his clothing on, and sprint back to the city. It was nice running in his large werewolf form - to stretch his legs and let his mind wander aimlessly. But just as he saw the large willow tree where he'd hidden his back pack, the scent hit him. It was the same sent she'd had when he'd seen her. It wasn't natural, wasn't human. It was dead and she stank of it. It seemed to drip off her the way it always did on vampires. He'd already figured it out...and maybe that was why he'd felt so betrayed...she became a vampire. She couldn't have done it on purpose, this he knew, but she could have - the possibility was there. With how reckless she used to be, he wouldn't be surprised.
He almost ran into her form but quickly jumped up so he'd miss her, transforming in the process and, instead of landing on his feet, landed on his side from how fast he'd been going with a loud crashing sound. He left a bit of a dent in the ground as he fell like a pebble skidding across water. As the smoke cleared from the dirt lifted, he sat up where he landed on the soft patch of earth and grass, "Ow...fudge pops...shitalking mushrooms," he mumbled to himself before standing once the earth stopped spinning. He was nude, but didn't much care - the willow tree right before him as he picked a few leaves out of his hair and peeled a blade of grass off his butt cheek. The scent hit him again and he looked straight at her.
She was still beautiful. It scared him he still found her eternally attractive. But she was dangerous...and he knew he shouldn't want anything to do with her but he just couldn't help himself, "You know, wanderin' through the forest at night is dangerous. Big bad wolves could come and bite your pretty little face off," he spoke in a teasing tone but it seemed like another conversation was subtly going on in the undertones. Sure, he was teasing her and playing it off as a joke despite not seeing her in three years, but really, he was asking Why the fuck are you here? Haven't you done enough? I;m not a pup anymore - I'll kick your ass.
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Post by Veronika Santaw on Jun 17, 2012 22:57:00 GMT -5
Her eyes slowly opened to the sound of the clock, a dong for each hour, and after eight of them, she was awake. Sprawled underneath a white comforter with medallion motifs, scrolls, and delicate pintucks with black borders – she didn’t want to leave her bed, to face another night where her desires over ruled her mind – she acted on impulse. Her impulses before this life, she just wanted a good high to take the pain away from her life. Now the pain she felt was from killing people when the blood lust took over. Veronika felt like her rational self took the back seat as she quenched her thirst – when she was satisfied, she was left to feel the guilt of killing. Eventually it wouldn’t upset her, that’s what the older and more experienced vampires said, but she was only three years in to this new life and it was difficult to live with. Many things she found more difficult to live with now that she changed. Her skin used to be bronze and sun kissed from a sun that was no deadly to her and she couldn’t survive the ultraviolet rays it held. Gardening used to be what connected her to her grandmother and their memories, but now what she became prevented that. Although she had a garden she tended to at night with special lighting overhead that didn’t harm her – she missed the feel of the sun and warm breeze hitting her. The night was cold, but now she was always cold. She didn’t forget warmth – she couldn’t forget the one person in the world that had brought her warmth.
Lenny was sunshine and rays of warmth even on overcast and rain. She loved him underneath the face of a rough and tough bad girl smoking cigarettes and snorting lines in the girls’ bathroom. She desperately clung to him and he let her, in fact he wanted to fix and save her from whatever that pained her. She could never have told him then, but she could now. Now what was he to judge her on? He probably hated her, she sent word of moving, but when really she was running away and throwing herself to prostitution. She hurt all over, her father died from heroin and her grandmother died shortly after because of a broken heart and age. Veronika was all by herself with her tyrant abusive mother – Lenny felt so far away. Lenny felt thousands of miles away and she couldn’t make it to him, she needed to grieve. She didn’t want to drag him down while she dragged her own dead horse. So she fled to things that caused a sense of euphoria for intervals of time: sex, drugs, and alcohol. If Jusztina had not of extended her opening arms and pulled her into the coven, Veronika would have killed herself at the rate she was going. She was safe and sound as long as the sun was down and she was full on blood. She could pretend she wasn’t a vampire at all.
Pulling herself out from underneath her personal heaven, she found her way to her bathroom. A quick shower and grooming followed with throwing on an ensemble; Veronika dismissed herself from her quarters. It had been established that today was her day to do as she pleased, but nothing important came to her mind. Veronika was too hard-working to leave tasks unfinished to have something to do on nights like this. She didn’t long to be anyone’s company but her own and she knew that if she stayed here in the coven she knew she would give into sex. Just thinking of sex drove her body down the halls of willing partners but she forced herself to have control. She wanted to be away from the coven, for a few hours perhaps. They were like her family now, but even she needed time away from them. It was a loving family, the coven. More loving than her home could have ever been with her mother in the background foreshadowing each day and event to be doomed. Now she lived in a community of a coven with the same basic needs as the other and that is how they survived. They worked together like every kindergarten block and television show suggested.
Her feet took her down familiar paths – gliding, effortless, running. Running without any desire to get to her destination faster, but running with the desire to move at such speeds – papers fluttered and flew, unbalanced objects swayed, and she left a gentle breeze in her wake. Her mind escaped her as she ran, walls and ceilings were reachable and she ran them, around them, up and down, weaving in out of people, objects, and buildings. Suddenly, she blinked and forced herself to stop, to halt, like a car that slammed on the breaks and her body lunged with the change. She was in the dense deep forest – a place she hadn’t wandered into since the last time she was with Lenny. Her hand reached up to the necklace, she cooed his name, her heart longed to be with him, but it was over. Curiosity got the better of her and she searched for where they used to meet, make love, just be together the way they were. Her head snapped, there was someone there – it was remarkable, divine, unforeseen.
She woke up this day to see him again.
“I’m sure said big bad wolves will be no problem when instincts clash and if they were to win, well, I’d really be dead this time. Lenny, it’s been three years – let me be on my way. You can act like the wounded party, its fine. You were. I left, I sent word of a lie, but you didn’t know. I shouldn’t have had to tell you! It was over the news! In newspapers! My father died and my grandmother died. The only two people who ever loved me…. I was running… Running from everything… You know how I get when I run.” She turned away and breathed out, her eyes turning back to him. “I’ll leave now, I was running but the familiar sights and memories rushing to my head caused me to stop… I’m glad I had the chance to give you closure.” She took off the necklace, her emotions were running and working on impulses. She hated, hated it, hated it. She threw it to his feet, now that beloved possession, a piece ofsanity, was in the dirt, sticks, leaves, and moss. “I’m glad I could return this to you, too.”
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Post by lip 2 on Jun 18, 2012 13:46:06 GMT -5
He had every right to be angry, didn't he?
Didn't he?
He ran his fingers through his hair at her words and he felt everything boiling up within him. He normally wasn't this...frustrated - even with Veronika. He'd always been patient with her, never with a short fuse. One could say she made him this way - pushed buttons he didn't know were even available to be pressed. She could have just talked to him like always but she didn't. She walked away and thought being a vampire would be better. If she was so hungry to become something she wasn't, he would have asked permission to have her turned into a werewolf instead. That way they could at least be together, they could at least be happy but it wasn't working. She picked those blood suckers and though he knew he was just yelling out of anger in his own head and using stereotypes and, in a way, racism, he knew it wasn't him. He didn't distinguish a vampire form a werewolf, a mage from a human. Everyone still had a life, tragic or not, two or one, immortal or not. When she threw the necklace, he bolted down and just managed to catch it with the ends of his fingers. He just looked at her, the words rapidly coming out her mouth. Sure, he'd been used to her mood swings before but this was a bit...drastic? Like her emotional state was amplified by ten. It was intimidating, to say the least, but he was trying to keep himself form calming down. If he did, he'd never muster up the courage to just get everything off his chest.
"Seriously, V?" he looked at her in disbelief, "You're such a ...jerk," he didn't curse and that was the closest he was going to get to it. He'd never insulted her before, not even when they were dating and she would be high as all hell and he'd have to rescue her time and time again and she'd be angry at him for ruining her high. He didn't touch drugs. Alcohol - any time and any day. Drugs, though? They messed people up. Veronika was walking proof of that, "Holy fudge pops, you're so selfish!" he threw his hands up as if in defeat. He'd been fine, really, running through the woods like he always did and then she showed up. He didn't even care that he was standing there naked yelling at her. To an outsider, that would probably be the most comical thing about the entire situation.
He grabbed her arm roughly, knowing she could take it now and that the force wouldn't break her bones. He used to be afraid he'd always hurt her, had to always watch himself, and now he could be himself, could push her and shove her and she wouldn't have a scratch, "Only two people who ever loved you? You can't be serious," his voice dropped a few octaves as he looked down at her, grabbing fistful of her hair from the nape of her neck so she was forced to look at him and nowhere else, "Did I just not exist in your messed up and twisted little reality? Yeah, I know how you get when you run...but at least I always had some kind of warning - a sign that you'd come back. I knew you needed space. I can't smother you," though he was sure he was smothering her now but he didn't want to let her go.
Tha pain flashed across his eyes, pain that wasn't familiar with his usually playful and boyish demeanor. She was his opposite. Where he was laid back and sunshine, she was the darkness and overly emotional. Where he had a natural yet light sunkissed glow like a surfer boy, she had skin the color of dark caramel. It seemed her vampiric transfer made her even more stunning than he remembered, his memories of her not doing her justice. He shook his head a bit, leaning his forehead against hers, missing her scent despite the death now attached to it. He closed his eyes, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck before he release her hair and her arm and bring his arms around her thin frame in that familiar bear hug, "I don't want closure. I want you," and his anger seemed to slowly disappear.
He'd missed her, achingly so, and no matter how many human girls he fooled around with in the meantime during her absence, they simply weren't her. They didn't have her flawless skin, her secretive giggle. Their breathing didn't hitch when he was tangled up within them and they didn't let out a soft, hidden smile and blush when he said something sweet that caught them off guard. Plain and simple, they weren't her. So he moved away from her only to tie the necklace back around her neck, "Why didn't you just come find me before you..." he didn't finish his sentence. He was sure she knew where he was going with this - before she became a vampire. He could have stopped it, not that he would try to change her mind if she had spoken to him about it first. It would just make this easier if she was still human. If she wanted a new life, he could have given her one.
All she ever really had to do was ask.
Lennox O'Connel was not a mind reader.
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Post by Veronika Santaw on Jun 20, 2012 8:09:00 GMT -5
The man that stood before her used to be the boy that she loved and coveted, but she always had denied herself the truth and continuously pushed him away. His hands were larger than she remembered and if was never filled into any of his features, they all tied together now and he was one gorgeous thing to look at. She had to get away from him, the desires that she began to feel were kicked into overtime, the woes of being a vampire. She watched him pick up the necklace and her heart ached, her emotions amplified and she felt as if her heart was closing up. Why didn’t he just let it fall to the ground like she intended? She turned away to stop facing him as he called her a jerk and selfish. He never swore, not even when she swore at him, and she swore at him constantly when they were together. She was always somewhere dealing with pain, no matter what level of pain she was on. She had been selfish and she was selfish, she never thought of him or them together at all when she was trying to cope with what was happening. She didn’t want her Lennox tainted by her decisions and coming here was the wrong move. She simply wanted to remember them when they were together. She didn’t plan on seeing him on an intentional level, but she knew somewhere she was longing to see him all along. It had been three years, many people killed, attitude changed, and multiple other vampires slept with since she last saw him. Yet he still seemed so valiant and assuring as he did before. It was sweet, but it was also annoying. He matured, but he was still the same.
At that moment, he grabbed her arm and spun her to make her look around. The grip was rough and strong, he never had pushed so much force on him before today. She wasn’t scared, she could take him if it became life threatening, but she didn’t remember him having this much power behind grabbing her. Had he always been treating her like a delicate flower, holding and touching her gently in case she would break? The thought pissed her off and she wanted to snarl low in her throat, but he wasn’t done talking and she felt obliged to listen as she was the one who deserted him, after all. She didn’t have to look at him while he belted and vented out everything he had to say at her. His sunny disposition, always happy and go lucky, was really a face for how he really felt. She didn’t want to know that he had feelings too, behind this face. She wanted him to be able to take what she had dished out and now that he knew the reason, he should have been able to let go. But… He wasn’t letting go, in fact he was getting more aggressive and she didn’t like it. Grabbing the nape of her neck with a fistful of her hair, she felt threatened and she didn’t want to run as much as she wanted to kick his dairy air and then run. She shouldn’t have told him all of what she had, but she did it on an impulse and now he was getting more violent. Now her memories of him seemed tainted by this powerful and dangerously angry man in front of her.
She wanted to snarl, a low and throaty tone to tell him to back off from her – that if a fight was what she wanted she would give him one. She was panicking, as she was a good defense and good at situations when he enemy didn’t know she was there or she was coming, but Lenny had her borderline defenseless already. She would never make it to fifty years old, she was still incredibly weak and her emotions made her weaker. As well, even when it was not the correct time to be feeling such desires, he body wanted not to run, but to get her needs filled by her former lover one more time in the woods. She told herself that she didn’t need any of it, that there were vampires at the coven who had years and years of experience and bring her more pleasure than Lenny could. However, Lenny was different, he had feelings that came with him and she was weak to those feelings. Her breathing hitched as his eyes closed and he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. She was stiff and tense, but was he feigning defeat to get her weak and kill her. She wouldn’t give into her emotions if it was the only she could do today. She was hardly in control of them any other time they were together.
He wrapped his arms around her and her heart swooned, betraying what she wanted, the familiar bear hug of her boyfriend that always made her feel temporarily safe when she was with him. She wanted this hug to last longer than what it had, she watched his hands move toward her neck and she managed to not suppress the warning and defensive snarl to tell him to back off. He didn’t back off, he only tied the necklace back on her and they watched each other, she was questioning him and he was questioning her. Then the realization hit when his words finally made sense in her head. He knew about her, he knew she was a vampire, but how? How did he know her only secret in the entire world now? If he knew she was a vampire then her life at the coven was in danger.
She couldn’t avoid it now, he already knew and her eyes troubled and she took the opportunity to move away from him. “What could you have really done for me Lenny? Didn’t we just establish that in all the pain I was feeling you were the last person I wanted to turn to? I didn’t want you to know anything that was going on. I was down a bad path and you had a blindingly bright future ahead of you. I let you go and I took to the streets. Why didn’t I talk to you before I turned? There was nothing you could have done for me. You’re just a human like I was! What did you think you could do? Bring me home to your mother and father and expect them to accept me? I was fucking trash for god’s sake – how you still even want me is beyond my comprehension!”
Distance was the only thing Veronika could give him that mattered now and she was about to desert him once again but for good this time. “I’m nothing but recycled goods now and this is your closure Lenny. We can’t go back or move forward. We’re done here, I’m done with you so please, be done with me before something crashes into the guard rails! I’ll keep the necklace, like I have been, but we’re done Lenny.” Now, she as running away from him for the last time – this was what was for the better even if he couldn’t see it yet. He knew she was a vampire, so he had to of known she could hang him up to dry empty of blood and with no chance of life. He was always pushing her, but now she was going to go back to the lair and stay there for the rest of her years of life. But if he was following then she had to lead him far away from where she meant to go. Even if she was a toddler, she had to keep them safe.
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Post by lip 2 on Jun 20, 2012 11:17:14 GMT -5
He was blinking at her...confusion running across his face.
She seriously still didn't know?
Well, it wasn't like he'd outright told her. Not now or before. He just figured, well, with her vampire senses she'd be able to pick up his scent better. She'd remember how he'd always have to be gone during the full moon, how he was always in the woods, and she'd realize, right now, that he was still naked. He didn't normally run in the woods naked. But she'd seen him a million times before. Sure he had built up a lot more muscles in three years and they were all toned to beautiful perfection from all the running and work outs he did on a daily basis just for shits and giggles. He wasn't the lanky kid who had some kind of muscle and was lean. No, his shoulders were wider, his arms larger and stronger. He wasn't fifteen anymore. He was eighteen and a lot of things changed in that amount of time. They each had three years to get their shit together. He'd managed to get accepted into the university on a soccer scholarship (which he didn't really need since he was loaded anyway but it was nice to think about) and he had risen a bit in the ranks of the pack - though not by much simply because he didn't want to get any kind of special treatment. He had his ups and downs and though this was definitely a down, at least she was here...and she still had no idea what he was.
He listened, though, as she continued ranting and then he started laughing. He couldn't help himself really. It was partially in disbelief and partially because the whole thing was comical to begin with. His anger slowly started to evaporate finally, and he felt more like his sunny self. He chuckled a bit after a few moments before retorting, "V. Do me a favor? Take a big whiff of the air. I promise I didn't fart," he chuckled, seeing her clearly in the darkness with the crescent moon hidden behind thick passing clouds. His last comment reminded him of when they would hide out at a motel room for a couple hours at night when she didn't want to go home and he'd joke around, telling her that you know a woman really loves you when she can take your gas. He had pulled a dutch oven on her one time where he silently farted and then brought the covers over both of them and held it down. One would think that was torture and she would kick and scream at how mean he was while he'd be laughing and then they'd come out and he'd growl and pounce on her - that always changed her from being pissed off to laughing in a heartbeat.
At that thought, he missed her laugh terribly.
"I always had a family thing on a full moon. I'm currently naked in front of you in the woods. I smell like a dog - or so I'm told. I think I smell pretty awesome but who knows," he'd been told by some people during his life that he smelled like fresh rain with a mixture of freshly cut grass, sweet wood, and soap. It was the weirdest description of his own scent ever but they were right - he could just never put it into so many words. He just called it The Lenny like it was some kind of cologne, "I know you're a vampire because you smell like one. Don't get pissed alright? You still smell like you...Like cigarettes with cherry blossoms and honey...but now you have a new one - it smells like death," he said it with ease as if describing the weather, "I'm a werewolf, babes. Born one," he said it so nonchalantly, pride in the undertones of his voice. He wasn't ashamed to be a werewolf. He didn't think he ever could be. It did bring it's own amount of baggage and carry on but he was fine with that. It was the only life he ever knew and he couldn't bring himself to complain about it even if he wanted to.
He ran his fingers through his hair, "If you'd come to me," his voice was softer this time, more gentle like it used to be whenever he would try to soothe her, "I would have told you then...though I'm not supposed to..." he could have been killed for it - though he was sure his parents would have tried to come up with another form of punishment...like killing Veronika...and he didn't want that, "I could have turned you into a werewolf, like me...and you could have had a new family," he was referring to the pack. She could have, but she didn't. No matter which way she spun it, twisted it, bopped it, the fact of the matter was - she hadn't been thinking and she'd been selfish in her decision, not factoring in everything she was giving up by becoming a vampire. At least as a werewolf, you weren't immortal, you didn't stay looking the same forever, you didn't smell like a corpse. She was technically dead, this he knew in the back of his mind, and it slightly made him uncomfortable. Like a necrophiliac only the attraction was to one dead body who was somehow still walking around and moving and such.
He took a step closer to her, cocking his head to the side, "When I'd touch you," he reached up without hesitation to grab her chin gently, though with a soft force so she'd have to look straight up at him, "I always had to be careful not to break you....because I actually could even as a skinny twig back then," he nuzzled his nose against hers. No, he was going to be stubborn about this. Fuck closure. "I still could...but at least it would be more of a challenge," there was a growl in his voice, a hunger for her that was eating him up low in his belly, "Forget closure," he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. She still tasted wonderful...more powerful than he remembered. She was dripping with seduction whether she realized it or not, "I don't care if you don't," his eyes shot up to look at her, make sure she was okay with this. He was tempted to see if he could make her snarl, make her growl, wake up that same hunger he knew she must be craving...and if she tried to bite him, he'd just fight her...and fighting was always fun...
As long as their clothes were off.
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Post by Veronika Santaw on Jun 25, 2012 16:15:06 GMT -5
She didn’t want to stay here any longer than she had to, but he was making her stay and remember everything. All of her memories of him: his arms, his hugs, lips, the way he breathed, the sight of him running, watching him seriously do homework while she was high off her ass, the way his face showed he was nervous and scared, but ultimately excited their first time together. All of her memories of them: holding hands while shopping, tangled together in a motel bed, running alongside each other in the forest, the pictures of them kissing, their dreams and plans of life after high school. She remembered wanting him so desperately one full moon and he was gone, no matter if she called or she prayed to some unseen divine force, he was never coming. He was the sweetest by in his grade, untouched or spoiled by the rowdy slang and vulgar ideas of teenage boys with hormones going wild and spiraling out of control. No, her Lenny was different and above it all if that. He was a gentlemen, cuddled her when they spent nights together in motel rooms he paid for, loved her with loyalty and utter devotion. He didn’t do the drugs with her but he never left her alone during a high. Maybe he was worried she would overdose. If he had left her alone some nights she would have, but she didn’t.
He saved her time and time again. She didn’t know if it was an act back then or if it was really his personality. Now he had grown up, they both had. She wasn’t sure how to move forward from the point they were at. She wanted to give him closure and leave the entire situation as it were. Of course she wanted him and she could tell he wanted her back, but that was today and it would continually keep on changing rapidly like the fluctuation of her heightened and exaggerated moods. She couldn’t commit herself to him now. He was committed relationship and they were almost impossible to keep for vampires. He wouldn’t understand her new world and she didn’t want him to. She was convinced and still convincing herself that she didn’t want any part of her former boyfriend. He was persistent and he wanted her. How could she get it through to him that this was the end and he would have to accept it?
He laughed. His laugh was carefree and cheerful, perhaps laced with mocking undertones. It was nostalgic to all the laughs they shared before their end. How could he continue to be so sunny when the situation was darkest of thunderhead clouds? She was dead underneath it all, but she didn’t know if he thought about it that way. He told her to smell the air and she honestly did think that it was because he said it to her. She looked at him skeptically but the she smelt it. She smelt the scent of a werewolf and her senses ran on high alert. Was it him? No! It couldn’t be her Lenny. He was too sweet to be such an undignified beast. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked at him up and down. Slowly, no quickly, suddenly it hit her with a force too powerful. He told her each detail and when he said it, that he was a werewolf she frowned and cringed away. If they fought she would lose, she wasn’t sure she could fight and win against them. Her feelings she once had weighed her down.
He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. He was soft and speaking soft, but she didn’t trust him no matter what he said. He nuzzled their noses together and she smiled, it made her feel loved, but this was the end. She had to keep her foot down with him; she wouldn’t let him win this time. She felt the growl in his voice and the feelings of his lips brushing her. The rush of anger shot through her and her arm snapped out to slap him across the face. A quick back-peddle and she glared at him her voice dripping with anger. She knew she was attractive and so was he. “Lenny, no, this is the end of everything. I’m done, I’m done with you! You’re a child and a committed relationship. I’m sorry but at the den we are poly-amorous and we don’t sleep with just one partner. We all sleep with each other and we feel love and passion for each other. I can’t be with you so just let me fucking go away! This is our fucking goodbye!”
Tears, sobs, and she started to shake as she rejected him. Why didn’t he understand how she felt? “I do want to be with you Lenny, but we just can’t be together anymore. I loved you, I love you, but no. No more.” She hugged herself and sobbed – she was selfish, he was right, but she wasn’t going to let him win over her. She chose this life without thinking, but now her body ached. She could have had everything with Lenny and she lost it all by becoming a vampire. She could have been a werewolf and they could have had a family with a few pups and that would have been the life.
“If I had known, Lenny, I would have come to you. You’ll find another girl and she’ll be great and worthy of your love.” She stopped hugging herself and waves at him. “I’ll always love you Lenny, ok? Can we just say truce and leave it at this?” She smiled and hoped he would go for it. Her body was pumping out heat and she couldn’t deny how she really felt. “One last time if you swear to agree to leave it at that – no more us, we’d be over. No more Lenika – done, dead and buried 6 feet under.”
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Post by lip 2 on Jun 25, 2012 22:12:06 GMT -5
She slapped him. She slapped him.
She continued talking and then was crying but he wasn't listening. He was angry-no-pissed. He was done with trying. He always had to try with her - to keep her interest, keep her safe, take care of her, love her because no one else would - because he loved her back. But as much as he loved her, she did hurt him time and time again. By the time she was done, his body rippled with the anger that trembled through him. Only she could get him this angry, only she could suddenly give him a short fuse when he was usually such a calm person. Like always, she was picking herself, choosing the world over him. She didn't love him. He was just company - another warm body to keep her bed warm at night. Well, "Fuck you, Veronika!" he yelled angrily in his mind at her as he stood there and then, after a few moments when she stepped back, he let out a loud growl and he was backing away from her, the sound of limbs snapping and muscles tearing as he shifted in his place filled the air like falling branches. He dug his back paws into the ground and let out a deafening snarl at her. It was angry, it was depressed, it was broken. He was sick of this, so utterly sick of her crap.
He was on his two legs, towering over her more so than before, his muzzle low and eyes fixated on her as her walked around her, like a lion waiting to pounce on its prey. He was going to fight her - because he needed this. He wouldn't kill her - he could control himself more than others- much more. He had his whole life to learn control. Then he was on all fours, taking a few steps back and quickly lunging toward her, aiming his shoulder at her stomach so she would be launched into the nearby tree with all the force her had. He growled angrily at her and he was at her body again, snapping at her heels before he stooped over her, his growl slowly being mixed in with a whimper.
He backed away from her with a mournful little howl as if trying to withdraw within himself like a tiny fluff of dark brown fur. He eyed her apprehensively, his ears flattened against his skull as he laid down, putting a paw over his muzzle and closing his eyes tightly as if it would somehow heal the aching and raw feeling that was eating away at his chest. This wasn't fair...H'ed done everything he felt he was supposed to, what he thought was right. He didn't care if she had a million lovers. He didn't care if she slept with every other vampire on the face of planet earth. As long as he knew that, in the end, she would choose him, he knew he would just live with it but like always, she wasn't. She was choosing everyone else, the rest of the world, and not him. He didn't have anything to say in order to persuade her to just shut up and let her own instincts take over. She must have felt it too, right? The undeniable pull, the electric tension that would blossom deep in their bellies and spread to their fingertips? If he could put his own life in danger, risk the love and trust of his family for Veronika...why couldn't she simply do the same?
"Because she doesn't love you - even if she said she did. She's a vampire - they lie to get what they want and obviously, what she wants isn't you."
His conscious yelled at him and he let out another mournful whimper and howl. It was always easier to release pent up emotions in his wolf form. He didn't have to cry, didn't have to deal with the judgment because he was just a big, strong wolf and he was an animal. You can't judge animals. He didn't know what to do with himself. He'd been so lost without her this entire time - like his world had been put on hold and he wasn't allowed access to his own heart. Was this what heartbreak was like? Unrequited love? He understood now why some men went mad from such experiences, why they would lay their life on the line for someone they loved and cared for so deeply. He'd tried so hard...only to end up empty handed in the end. He felt like a jumbled mixture of anger and sadness, unsure of which way he should go. He wanted to rip her heart out, crush it in his teeth so she would understand how he felt but at the same time he wanted to hold her close, have her wrap her arms around him like he always did and just...relax.
He opened his eyes and stood, figuring anger would be the better route. Maybe if he was angry, he wouldn't feel as horrible anymore. It would just disappear with time, along with her face, her body, their memories. He let out a frustrated snarl at her, growling deep and menacing as he barked at her, as if telling her she better damn run...because if he caught her, he would surely rip her to shreds.
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