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Post by sissy on Sept 3, 2011 5:11:07 GMT
   Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself
Where'd it all go wrong, the list goes on and on
And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying
When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
-------[/color] It had been a while since Seraphina had been at the waterfall, it wasn’t exactly a place that she associated with good memories and thus she chose to avoid it when she could. It was beautiful, she couldn’t deny that, absolutely breath-taking, especially in the evening as the sun went down. This was normally the time when Sera came alive, when the sun went down. It was also when her life as a hunter kicked in but tonight she wasn’t hunting anything, not yet anyway. One never knew what may crop up around here, what with the war going on and such. Not that Sera took much of a front in the whole war, she didn’t want to take a side because she was the sort to remain in the middle until there was a clear winner in sight. She knew how it felt to be on the wrong side of Heaven so she didn’t want to piss them off anymore than she already has and she knows just how devilish that the darker side could be. Really, she was happy just where she was and she intended on staying right there.
Amusing really, the stance she had taken after her fall. She had gone into hunting her own kind. Funny that. Some would think of her as a traitor and other hunters would care nothing about her being a hunter because she was not human, they would still try and kill her. Not that they could of course and it was only when they sought to end her existence that she ended theirs. It wasn’t wrong of her. It was merely self-preservation on her part. She may not be able to die by human means but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be hurt and Sera did not like pain. At all…
Brushing her hair out of her face, Sera took a seat on the ground next to the falls, the roar of the falling water was actually relaxing for the troubled fallen angel. She had a lot on her mind, a lot of it things that she couldn’t really change but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still on her mind. Her brother Sorin. Those that she considered ‘friends’ in this life like Chandler and Erik. Her deceased mother and grandmother as well as her Uncle Kyrin who had died about twenty years before Sorin had. People passed on, it was the way of life and yet she remained to watch it all go by. Sometimes she hated that fate, to be left alone constantly as nature took it’s course. It wasn’t fair, it really wasn’t. Not that Sera wished to die because she didn’t, she enjoyed living far too much but there was just times that she had way too much time to think on things and this was one of those moments. Perhaps another reason she came to think of such things was because of the memories associated with the falls, memories of a betrayal on her part and a friendship or whatever it had been being destroyed because of it.
Not that she would ever admit that she regretted it because she was Seraphina Valerious, she regretted nothing! She was far too proud to admit anything like that. Still, as she sat next to the falls, she couldn’t help but think about what she had done to Remy. It wasn’t like she had gotten him killed or anything! Well, she almost had but he was still alive so she didn’t know why he had gotten so angry. So she had used him as bait for something she had been hunting at the time but surely he would have done the same. The trap hadn’t gone as she had figured it would and she had nearly gotten Remy killed. Nearly being the operative word here. He was still alive and kicking and he just happened to hate her guts. Not that it bothered her all that much… Alright, maybe it did a little but that was yet another thing she preferred to keep under her hat. The whole ‘guilt’ thing was highly overrated anyway…
Tags; Helena
Lyrics; Gives You Hell - All American Rejects
Word Count; 687
Outfit; Outfit
Comments; Sorry it’s a bit short but I felt inspired for this kind of thread. Hope it’s ok ^^![/size] |
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Post by remy on Sept 5, 2011 19:45:43 GMT
 LIKE SALT-SOAKED IN THE SEA[/color][/font] high matience means your a gluttonous queen[/center] Waterfall for the lost pirncess had always been a mystery to him. The story went that there was a witch involved with it, and he didn't doubt thtat for a moment. It was something supernatural and rare. Of course they were going to be naming something after something that shouldn't have been in exsistance. Now no one believed that story except for those who known it to be a hundred percent true. Ten years ago, Remy wouldn't have believed the story of this crazy town. Even as obvious as most of the signs were that this place was crawling with them, everyone still would be in denile. People tended to ignore what they didn't want to see. His sister had been proof of that. Her boyfriend being some awful bloodsucker and though Remy couldn't specificaly say that at the time, there had been something about him. Something about the way his eyes glazed over her as if she were literally a piece of meat. None of the brothers had liked it. Jude refused to believe it. Now she was gone. To god knows where.
As he wandered, he searched for anything. Any sign. There were signs everywhere that he felt like he missed on a daily basis. Something that showed him what the real truth was. He was tired of walking into a situation clueless. He had to learn how to be more aware of his surroundings. When he first moved here, he thought he had that part mastered, but it turns out not so much. Back in his other town where all of this began, since there hadn't been much to hunt, there was no real reason to be always on the lookout for something. Here they were crawling everywhere. Every other person that he met ended up being the very thing that he hunted. He couldn't afford to be even the slightest under what he should have been aware of. Yet, he couldn't over and under estimate anything, as either would be a shot agianst him. It was better to overestimate, but it he could collect the balance, it would be perfect.
Perfection. That's what this work needed. Any slip up mistake and death would fall. He had fallen close too many times. It was only a matter of time before his luck ran out and he was forced to face the thing he had been avoiding all these years. Before his pressuring thoughts could contiune, he looked ahead and recongized someone. Something. He was able to pick that pretty face out of a crowd in no moment's of time. Her long dark hair flowing behind her as her steady eyes were scanning the area just as he was. His footsteps took two to the side, behind behind a patch of trees so that he could see her properly without her seeing him. Anger and rage filled his inside the more he looked at her. Her little stunt almost got him killed and she didn't even think twice about what would have happened if he died or not. Just left him alone and hoped that he was enough to keep himself breathing. That werewolf had been some nasty buisness. Remy had a gash in his shoulder that was healing to prove it. If it would have been a bite instead of a scratch, he would have killed himself by now.
Too close to death. For that, he hated her for it. It was time to comfront and find out what she really was. Since the beginning, he had a feeling deep within him that she wasn't completely what she said she was. She said she hunted, and he had seen it, but her moves were too graceful and agile to have him remain under the impression that she was human. No, there was something else about her. Though he wasn't one hundred percent, so there was no use in killing her until he figured i all out. This he needed to be sure on. Killing another human life was completely different than that of a supernatural. Killing another human would be proclaimed murder, and he would never forgive himself for it. While killing something else was putting everyone out of it's misery, playing the simple mind games of a human. Only he knew better. He knew that he had been played and in his own twisted dark mind, she had meant to kill him.
Still, there was too many people wandering this beauitful waterfall site. He was going to have to figure out how to talk to her quick and quietly, or let the whole world's innocent rain down. In his opinion, everyone should have known about it. It would keep everyone else safe knowing what to look out for. At this moment in soceity, no one was going to believe what he said. Who knew how many supernaturals he was even looking at right now anyways. They would probably kill him to save their skins if he let them get that kind of opportunity. This job needed to be quick and quiet. With an easy hand, he pulled the switchblade out of his pocket and up his sleeve for it to remain hidden under his coat. With a very easy stride, he closed in on her. Without hesitation of what he was doing next, he struck out an arm to pin her against the wall they were passing and held the knife to her stomach. That being the plan, but it didn't always work out that way. With something like this, there really was only one shot before he could proclaim himself to be dead meat. Depending what she was, that statement could be very true. NARCISSTIC AND MEAN [/color][/size] kill me romantically[/font] [/center] |
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Post by sissy on Oct 19, 2011 18:42:06 GMT
Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself
Where'd it all go wrong, the list goes on and on
And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying
When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
------- [/color] To say that Sera was completely heartless would be a lie. No one was ever completely heartless, especially not one that had been allowed to become a guardian angel. That being said, it would be a true enough statement to say that Seraphina didn’t show emotions all that often and she could very easily be as cold and cruel as any vampire could be if not moreso at times. She has a dark side that was slowly getting easier and easier to see and yet still Sera holds to the fact that she was a hunter and thus surely that would get her some good points wouldn’t it? You’d think but really, one never knows what makes Him happy. God was a kid with an ant farm. It had been a line that Seraphina had heard in a movie once and she happened to agree with it. She had no doubt that he existed because she had met Him face to face but just because you believed in Him and met Him didn’t mean you were on the best terms. Did she want to get back on good terms? She didn’t really know to be honest. Sometimes there was a dull ache that she felt, as though something was truly missing but she always assumed it was the ache she felt when she was reminded yet again that she was truly alone in this world. Of course she had those she considered to be ‘friends’ but aside from that, she was alone.
In a way it was both a blessing and a curse, her being alone. It was easier. Meant that she only had herself to think about and worry about but it was a double-edged sword. It meant that no one would probably even notice when she died, hell some would even celebrate the blessed event when Sera was finally killed. Not that anything she hunted could kill her of course, nothing short of another fallen or an angel could kill her and so she really had no problem in her hunting. She didn’t fear death because as far as she was concerned, the reaper wasn’t coming for her anytime soon. A blessing and a curse, that was the story of Sera’s life really..
Standing by the beautiful falls right now, the roar of the waters cascading down was actually soothing despite how deafening it was at the same time. This was a good place to come and think about a lot of things that went on. The search for the vampire that had killed her mother and grandmother was still on but she was getting close. God, so close to that bitch and how wonderful it would be to shove a stake through her heart and watch her die. That was something that Sera had been looking forward to for a very very long time. If only her brother was alive to see it happen. Not that he had ever been the type to enjoy violence or seek revenge but surely it would do him good to know that his sister had finally done what she had set out to do after she fell. Vengeance wasn’t befitting of an angel but for a fallen like her, it was perfectly fine. Soon enough she would see the vampire pay and then Sera would just go back to the same innane tasks of killing creatures, against all the races. Was she considered a traitor? A supernatural creature siding with the humans in destroying other supernatural races? Why should she feel like that? She had no loyalties to anyone in this life or any to be exact. The only person she had ever felt close with was dead and so that need to be a guardian was over with. Never again. Even if she got her wings back which was a fat chance, she’d never be a guardian angel again because it just didn’t suit her.
A hunter. She was a hunter through and through and really, she preferred that. She loved it even. Knowing that she could kill but not be killed. What a sense of power that gave her. Not exactly a god complex but she couldn’t deny that it was close enough to be worrying.
The werewolf. That hunt had been rather treacherous and Sera had broken with what she normally did and hunted with another. There was a distinct reason why Seraphina didn’t hunt with other people and it was because they got all butthurt when she tried to do things her way. Well, Remy had anyway. Surely after all the time she and Remy had spent together he would know that Sera did not play well with others. She made it rather clear from the beginning, made no qualms about showing that when she was in a hunt she would do just about anything to get her kill and she expected the same from any she chose to hunt with as well. Had it been the other way around and Remy had used her as bait Sera would have accepted it. Sure, there would have been a period of time she would have been angry about it but then again, she knew she could handle it. Remy was just a human and thus not as durable as she was. Still, his reaction to almost being killed had been a little too dramatic for her tastes. Grow a spine and get over it already!
Sera had no doubt in her mind that he was still angry with her. Humans had a thing about holding grudges after all. She would know, she had once been human.
As though summoned by her thoughts of that bad day, Remy made himself known in a particularly bold fashion. Sera had little time to react before she was pushed back, an arm at her throat to keep her in place and something shiny and sharp held at her stomach. Had she been human and vulnerable, this might have worried her a bit but really the only person she was annoyed at was herself for not having heard him coming. She had been distracted. Shame on her.
“I remembered you liked it rough baby but isn’t this a bit much?” Sera said with a sardonic smirk, not a speck of fear on her face or in her voice. She really just was not scared at all. She had no reason to be. “Don’t tell me you’re still sore about being used as bait. Get over it babe, you survived didn’t you?” A brow was arched as she waited for his reaction. “What are you going to do Remy? Kill me? Hunting other hunters now? Cause I might be a little out of your league.” Taunting the hunter with the knife wasn’t the best idea in the world but Sera couldn’t really be accused of being a genius either so it worked. Tags; Remy
Lyrics; Gives You Hell - All American Rejects
Word Count; 1148
Outfit; Outfit
Comments; Sorry it took so long. Hope you're still interested in threading![/size] |
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Post by remy on Oct 23, 2011 20:02:33 GMT
LIKE SALT-SOAKED IN THE SEA [/color][/font] high matience means your a gluttonous queen[/center] What bothered Remy the most was that he fell for it. He completely walked into the trap like a mindless human, thinking that everything was going to continue to be handy dandy. He should have known, been extra cautious. It had been, at the time, the fact she was another hunter. Remy had let his guard down, making the mistake in thinking that she would have no reason to harm him. He knew of the mind tricks of the supernatural creatures, so perhaps when he thought she was human, she wouldn’t have mind tricks. Remy knew that had been stupid thinking on his part. He himself had based his hunting off of his own mind tricks, since strength wasn’t on his side. Her form of hunting was apparently making sacrifices of other people. He was lucky that he managed to escape that by the tips of his hairs. Remy was terrified of any supernatural race anyway, so having to face that the way he did had been a tease of his courage. Remy may have been a hard killing machine, but one thing he did have beside him was concerning his fears on a daily basis.
What scared him about his moment was that little theory in his head. Since he thought that she could be something other than human, as he was sure there was no human in the world who would leave him out for dead the way she did, it was scaring him. He started to trick himself out the more he was thinking about it. If she was, then there was the possibility of her being able to finish the job she set him up for in a couple of unexpected moves. He feared this every time he faced the enemy though. This girl was nothing special. It was a little more personal considering his life meant dearly to him. Remy had a fear of death, despite all he had been through. Being a hunter didn’t sound like something exciting to live for, but what he enjoyed was the satisfaction of thinking he saved another life. A life he couldn’t save from his sister. Every less supernatural was one less that would be able to do the awful things that someone did to dear Jude.
The fact that she seemed to have no fear in her face scared her more. Hunters tended not to really intimidate them since it was so difficult to kill them sometimes. Now a firetamer, witch, or something not immortal like that was a little easier. Though they were harder to differ from the rest of the human population. It was a toss up about which he wanted to his advantage. Did he want something that was easier to spot or something harder to kill? He felt different ways at different times. When he was trying to track one day, he thought one way, but when he was trying to fight, he thought another. If there could just be a gentle mix between the two. Of course, that would make life too easy for him, wouldn’t it? If that had been the case, they would probably be extinct by now with the new plague starting up. A group whom he didn’t join for the sake of not agreeing with any of their tactics. That was un-important. He wondered if this so called hunter was a part of the group. It was hard to tell. He couldn’t see the plague tolerating disloyalty.
He did like it rough in the context she was referring, which only made Remy grit his teeth, grinding them to a point where he figured they were going to be sore later. So she was going to be all cute and funny with the hunter, was she? Remy was far but amused. It just made him more annoyed that she would even think to be able to make cute little remarks during this time. Clearly, she regretted absolutely nothing in the back and forth combat that they were about to have. Remy knew he may not have had the power to kill the woman if she was indeed what he guessed her to be, but he was sure going to try. There had been fails in his past before. This wasn’t going to be any different. All it did was make him learn and more determined for the next victim. ”I apologize. Getting set up to be killed really puts me on edge.” There was no Cajun accent like there might have been regularly. This was purely business, and he was going to be making sure that there was nothing cute within his voice. Remy was a very pissed off man, to say the least.
Hunting other hunters. The words make the pressure of the knife on her increase. Kill her or not, he still was able to cause pain. Remy wasn’t really into all the torture part, but a little pain wasn’t going to hurt her, now was it? Not to mention this was quite a special case. Never before had Remy been set up the way he had. His eyes glanced around for a moment longer, looking around at the public eye to see that no one had really been paying attention to the pair that were very close to bursting out in a big fight in the middle of this grand waterfall. As long as they remained that way, though there probably wasn’t a chance he had at that possibility, then everything would be fine. ”You’re right. But I do believe you aren’t what you say you are, Cherie.” He said, flowing cherie not with his usual light and happy saying. This time it was more harsh, dark. Something his dark eyes turned black at.
NARCISSTIC AND MEAN [/color][/size] kill me romantically[/font] [/center] |
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