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Post by camille on Jun 21, 2011 19:28:03 GMT
Camille stepped into her house, wearing sunglasses as she just walked into the kitchen, dropping off her purse and some mail. Even now she got mail which made her laugh softly as she gently pushed her hair back. Right now she was wearing dark black leggings, jet black high healed boots, a blue plaid button up shirt with a belt wound around the middle of her torso. The first few buttons were undone to show some cleavage, but not an overly substantial amount to make her look like a slut. She pushed her sunglasses up into her hair as she turned on her heals as they tapped against the marble tiles as she made her way up stairs to her bedroom.
She went into the room, the lights off as she just walked over to her dresser, her hand running through her hair, taking the sunglasses off and placing them on her dresser. She just took off the belt slowly and then began to unbutton her top, revealing a black lacy bra. She had nothing planned today, but maybe to go out later. Her shirt was all the way unbuttoned before someone started laughing and she looked up to someone who she could never forget standing directly behind her. William.
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Notes: sorry it's so short!
Song: Liar Liar - Christina Gimmie
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Post by william on Jun 22, 2011 13:34:52 GMT
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from the ice inside your soul. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It has taken him this long. This long to find her, but having the power that he has has really paid off. She had fled, and he felt betrayed. Now he wanted to show her what people that did this to him got. He had killed he mother, and her father, because they both had betrayed him, and now, he was coming back for her. He used to love her. William Badrick had loved Camille Sanders, but not anymore. Never again. He was only back to get even, she was either going to come with him or he was going to kill her. Simple as, because William was always in control, and he won't let even people he used to love run over him. He was not trash, and he had been hurt too many times to let this go. So now, here he was, just outside her door, listening out for any movement. He couldn't hear a heartbeat, or breathing, or any movement at all, but he wasn't going to risk it. He walked out oft he building, and made sure to find the right window before he was opening it, and was inside.
It was dark, but his half vampire eyes saw the dark as light. It was quite handy actually. He switched on the lights after he made sure there was no one there. He took a moment to look after the apartment. It was so Camille, everything minimal and simple, just how he remembered, just how he liked it. William himself loved things simple, not overly complicated. He rand a hand through his golden hair, making it look a little messy and disheveled, but he could not help but feel kind of out of place in this apartment. She had left him for a reason, fled and he didn't even know why. He would find out though. He looked dark and dramatic in the soft light that was coming from the bulb on the ceiling. He mused as he remembered the times where electricity was non existent. It never mattered to him anyway, he could always see int he dark.
Wearing only a soft blue suit ans a white t-shirt, William knew he looked good. Damn good he'd say. Camille would never know what she was missing. On that thought, he decided to snoop around a little, though he was sure he wouldn't find much. He took his time going through all the rooms, seeing how clean and tidy it was. It didn't really look lived in. Once he came to the bedroom he paused with a small smile, wondering if there was any action happening in that bed. He hoped not. Because he would reclaim her. Even if she didn't want it. His next stop was the bathroom, the kitchen, it was all so tidy. He liked that. It put an order to things. That was when he heard a scratching at the door, which was a tell tale sign that she was putting her hey in the keyhole. He made sure he hid, because she wasn't expecting him. He laughed silently, already imagining her reaction.
She entered the house, wearing sunglasses with what looked like mail in her hand. He smiled. Mail. How typical. She looked good, in her country type of outfit, her face was as beautiful as he remembered. He watched her getting undressed, flashes of seeing that when they were still lovers. His smile became sarcastic, because they were lovers. But then she ran away. She had her shirt unbuttoned before he felt a laugh rise out of his throat, as he walked to stand behind her. "Isn't this a lovely piece of deja vu, Camille?" He asked, his voice velvet as he placed his fingers onto her shoulders, closing his eyes and smelling her hair. "I guess the years haven't changed you. Still so beautiful." He took a step back, giving her a chance to respond, with a smirk on his face because he had found her.
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Post by camille on Jun 22, 2011 21:28:37 GMT
Camille stiffened at the sight of him, fear taking over her as she backed into the dresser, a small thud as she knocked something over. How had she not smelled the scent of him? How had she just walked into his trap? Her fingers grasped the wood as he took a few steps closer, leaning in and smelling her hair. She was fully aware of his ten fingers that rested on her shoulders, his words coated with some beautiful covering like they always had. Part of her felt nothing now, just fear, fear of what he would do to her. She knew he was angry and wanted revenge by the way he looked at her now as he backed away, as she just stared into his eyes for a long moment.
She kicked him in the stomach quickly, sending him back at least a little before she attempted to slip away at immeasurable speed. She made it towards the door before she was slammed into the door, her head body’s impact making the wood crack of the door frame. She was pinned in the corner, as she snarled at him, her fangs showing. “Let me go!” She screamed at him, kneeing him in the stomach as she fell to the ground, her head having scraped against the wall, her fingers digging into the carpet.
William was someone she loved, even now and she was going to pay for leaving him. When she had stared into his eyes a moment ago, it was like seeing a sort of hatred lie behind them. Betrayals were not viewed lightly among the dark side, not even a little. Evil had a way of having no mercy and usually got its justice. Camille had thought she had hidden herself well enough from him, but evidently all her time hanging around her has made her too friendly with everyone else. William could have found her quite easily in the end at this point. She needed to find a way out,something to help her or find her. Leon. She could not help now but see how different they were, Leon and William, and now she missed her new soulmate, one that she would never leave. He would help her if he knew. Her fingers slipping into her pocket, taking out her cell phone, as she tried to move quickly to call Leon, but she did not move quite fast enough, it being knocked out of her hand.
“Wanna know why I left you? Because you hid things from me? My family, my life!” She yelled at him, looking up at him. “And I don’t regret it.” She said, her teeth clenching, eyes full of passion as she knew he would attack her. She just hoped she could buy herself some time, but she knew William would not be hurt by much. She felt pain tingle in her stomach, as she looked down, blood rolling down her porcelain skin, it healing slowly, but still painful. She winced, pulling herself up into a sitting position, waiting for him to do something.
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notes: so sorry about god moding a little, I didn't know how to do this post without it. hopefully I left it open enough :/
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Post by william on Jun 23, 2011 13:31:42 GMT
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from the ice inside your soul. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - William had never kidded himself into thinking that Camille would ever be happy to see him. But wasn't this just a little over the top? He moved an inch when she kicked him, because he was so much stronger than her, being so much older as well as being a hybrid, that made him stronger and faster. She should have known that from all their training. He wasn't fazed, so the second head start she got was nothing because the moment she got to the door, he was after her. Such a silly thing to do. He slammed her against the door, thinking maybe a little roughness would get her to cooperate. To show her that he was the one in control, that she was the one in the wrong and that he was back to collect, and that he won't let her run away the second time. She should know that, if she anything at all about William himself. But maybe he had been wrong. She knew nothing about him. Yet she didn't stick around to learn, she had fled. And that had hurt. He guessed it was like mother like daughter.
He attempted to restrain her, pinning her to the carpet, as she screamed and kicked him. But it wasn't painful, because William was a masochist, he enjoyed a little pain. As horrible as that sounds, it pleased him, added a little edge, so she wasn't doing much to get him off her. He had been observing her, trying to think what had changed, when he saw the little motion of her getting out her phone. He knocked it out of her hand, having gotten off her. She was now pressed against the wall, looking angry. He almost winced when she started screaming at him, his face expressionless, cold, indifferent. Like her reasons for leaving weren't enough to justify the action of it. They never would be.
Camille looked like she was in pain. Good, he thought, if she didn't cooperate, she would be in more pain. He was kind of angry with her. Her reasons doing absolutely no justice. He narrowed his eyes a little, standing back, knowing that she wouldn't dare try to run again, because he knew how to catch her. He ran his hands down his front a few times, as if wiping away imaginary dust. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you?" He asked, inserting a little venom in his voice, he hoped she was scared, because he wouldn't go easy on her, not just because he had loved her once. "I come home one day to find you gone, and if you know anything about me Camille, I always come to collect." A little smirk growing at the corners of his lips.
He walked towards her, and crouched down just in front, so that she could feel his breath on her face. The smirk intact. "You know, I'm kind of surprised how alike you are to your dear old mother, may she rest in piece." He said, looking away with a sigh for a second, an image of Dahlia in his eyes before he turned back to her daughter, "She too would have chosen a run down little town to run to, with so little population that someone like you would never blend in." He moved his fingers up to tuck some hair behind her ear, "So easy to find." He chuckled lightly. "Did you even love me Camille? I know that if you did it wasn't enough, cause you ran, but even a little? Because I loved you." He said, making sure that she heard the past tense. He wouldn't lie to her, there was absolutely no point. His blue eyes bore into hers, looking for answers, not wanting to get violent just yet.
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Post by camille on Jun 23, 2011 18:09:03 GMT
When he stood back this time, she did not struggle, knowing he would beat her to every corner and at this point, her attempt was done. He would have his way with her either way and she was not going to go down without a fight even if she had no chance against him. His questioned her actions and she just gazed up at him. “I knew you would eventually, just a matter as to when you figured out that I lived here,” She said as she just wondered what he was trying to accomplish by throwing all of what she did in his face because she did not feel guilt for it. With his last words, part of her felt like she made the right choice in leaving. People like him for a lover never were trustworthy and he had an anger issue. She saw his smirk, as she rose an eyebrow as though he was proud, but it was predictable.
When William started to talk about her mother, as he crouched in front of her. She could feel his breath, as she just stared him in the eyes, no fear in hers now as she just growled. He had killed her mother from the sound of it and she had been in the same boat as she was. “Really because it took you long enough to find me. I expected earlier,” she said, not allowing him to hear or see the pain that came from knowing this was her mother’s killer, but she would have revenge. She just wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp, but she would have to do so in a way that he would be caught by surprise. Even if he killed her, she would take him down with her which was unavoidable. She just watched him as she felt his fingers sweep a piece of hair behind her ear, like he always had. She did not move this time because of the question that was asked. He just stood there gazing at her, as tears built up in her eyes.
“I still do. Love takes different forms, but I still love you. I still care for you. I ran because you were so secretive about my past and it was hard on me. I grew up without parents from what I could remember. I just wanted to know my family,” She whispered, a tear rolling over her skin slowly as she just looked away from him, knowing it wouldn’t be enough. “I didn’t leave because I did not love you, but I needed some answers, and I never got them,” she studied his eyes, knowing he did not love her anymore, but she loved him, perhaps just in different ways. Love took all different forms and sometimes what love faded from became a completely different type of love than before and maybe even slightly more mature.
Camille grew silent waiting for him to respond, wondering what would happen to her and if she would make it out of this. If he had killed her mother, there was no question that she would kill her. The best hope was to go along with him and figure the way out, but part of her would not go willingly until he beat her. She knew it would be abnormal for her not to put up a fight at first, so she would play along for a little while. She wanted to throw in his face that Leon was such a better man than he ever would be, but she did not want him to get hurt.
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Post by william on Jun 23, 2011 19:18:01 GMT
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from the ice inside your soul. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Honestly, William felt a little bit at a loss. Now that he was here, it was all so different than he'd imagined. He wasn't so naive as to think that she would be glad to see him, far from it, but he didn't honestly think that she would attack him and try running. After all, he hadn't said half a word, or made half a move towards harming her. So she was a clever girl, of course she would know that he would come after her, but Will wondered if she actually knew enough about him. He had never told her much, and she had never asked, always questions about her family though. They were always there and he had always been so reluctant to answer. She couldn't tell he that he was the one to have killed her parents. Her mother and father both. And he couldn't bring himself to feel any remorse for it either while they were lovers, not even a sliver of guilt. He wasn't about to tell her that though.
"Didn't you miss me? I missed you." He said, it was true, he had missed her. But it was a far cry from the miss he had felt in the first few weeks of her being gone. He had gotten over it, now just wanting to get even. He loved the way she looked so fearless. He remembered the same look on Dahlia's face when he was about to kill her. A look of set determination and anger. He smiled at the though. The two women were so so alike. It was scary, but wasn't that why William had chosen Camille in the first place? Because she had been so much like his previous lover? He was soft and affectionate, and he let out a low laugh at her statement. "Of course love, I was just waiting for the right moment." He said, his use of the word 'love' on purpose, because that's what he had used to call her. He would show her what she had been missing while having ran away from him.
He was the reason she ran away. Figures. But she didn't really make sense. He looked at her in confusion for a second. "How is running away giving you any answers?" He asked, because when he wants answers, he finds them int he most obvious place. He watched as the tears leaked from her eyes, and he couldn't remember the last time he had cried himself. Probably when his first lover had died in those Viking raids. From his crouching position he moved down onto his knees, his hand taking her face in his, his thumb wiping away her tear ever so carressingly. Her skin was so so smooth. "Maybe I didn't give you any answers because you weren't ready for the truth." He asked, his words coming out in a little huff as he leaned in and kissed the tears that had escaped his thumb. He knew this was not what she wanted, yet he felt like this was the way to go with her, showing every little gesture and caress that she had missed while running away.
"No Camille. You don't love me. You would have stayed if you did, because love is a thing that makes you stay, not leave." He said truthfully, because really that was his logic. He moved away, standing up, his blue eyes going from soft to hard in half a second. "And you'll be glad to hear I don't love you anymore either." Which was true, he didn't. he just came after her to collect. "And a person who betrays me does not get away, just ask your mother dearest when you meet her in heaven." He said, his voice filling with a little venom. "Though, that could be prevented a little longer if you come back with me to Japan without a fight. I came back to collect, so you wither come with me, or I kill you." He said this so matter of factly, as if her life didn't matter anymore. He stuffed his hands in his blue suit, he knew he looked handsome in those colours. They brought out his eyes. "You won't get away with it just because I loved you."
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Post by camille on Jun 23, 2011 19:42:12 GMT
Camille felt her insides drop from his words, as she just whispered, “Yes.” She had missed him greatly when she left, the emptiness inside of her growing as a life with Leon slowly seemed to be fading. His next words made her look at his eyes, truly studying him, trying to find his intentions. “I’m not your love anymore, Will,” she said, the words soft as though she might make him break into anger of some sort. It also meant that she had moved on and found someone else, but he probably would not guess that just by her small phrase. Her memory flashed to last night when she was at Leon’s house, and standing out in the rain, kissing him. More tears welled up as they fell as she knew she might never see him again. Her throat clenched as she focused on William, probably looking so young and so breakable from her tears. Again, she really never cried in front of him, not that she remembers.
“I just tried talking to some people, but it was obvious you kept a low profile with everyone. By then, I knew I needed to leave because you would track me down so easily after I had been asking around,” She said as she felt his fingers and lips brush her tears away and heard his words, making her angry. “It’s not your truth to keep!” She slapped his hand away, her fangs dominant, her eyes full of anger. “It was never yours to keep. It’s my blood, my background! It’s as if you stole it from me, my childhood, my life! You wonder why I could not handle it anymore, why your little progedy started going around and asking, finally leaving you! Don’t touch me anymore,” she whispered, staring at him, her boldness probably a blessing and a curse at this point. Her fangs dug into her lips, blood spilling over them and running down her chin. The pain that came from it was addicting and it kept her focused.
”Don’t speak for how I feel. You can’t even see inside of my heart. If that’s how you justify it, then fine by your definition I don’t love you,” she said, mocking his words as she just heard his words. Then when he threatened her, she just glared, “I will not. I cannot,” she said with a flat tone that really meant she would never go willingly. His last words made her want to scratch his eyes out, “Bull. Shit.” She said, her blood still running down onto her chest, as she just backed herself hard against the wall. William had to know that she would have never gone without a fight, despite the threat of death balancing in the wing.
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Post by william on Jun 23, 2011 20:23:04 GMT
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from the ice inside your soul. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I’m not your love anymore, Will."
He didn't know why, but those words made him a little angry. He had believed that third time would be lucky. No chance there. Gosh. What must a man do not to get someone he had allowed himself to love not to flee from him. He was at a loss at this question. Well, at least she missed him. He smiled, but it didn't really reach his bright blue eyes. His smile never did anymore. Three heartbreaks in a life time were enough to make a man sad for life. He kind of caught on to the double meaning though. She was either not his to love anymore because she didn't love him back, or she loved someone else. He let it slip. She was crying. Tears rolling right down her cheecks and he never remembered her looking this young. She had never really broken down in front of Will, never showed her weak side, and how ironic was it that she was only showing it now?
He just looked at her. His face stone cold and expressionless. He remembered the time when he had allowed himself to love. To be loved. Now he felt nothing but ice thread his heart, and it was all down to three women. But now he was stronger, more power, fiercer, with so many people under his finger tips. She slapped his hand away, and her outburst amused him. This was more like it. The headstrong and confident Camille that he had known. He liked seeing familiarity. He watched the blood flow from her lips, not feeling any itch to take the pain of the bite away. She was angry. "I understand your anger, if I was in your place, I'd be angry too. It was for my benefit. I was selfish, and I knew if I told you you would run. I guess you did anyway." He mused, running his fingers across the stubble on his chin as if he was thinking really hard about it.
He scoffed. Literally. She was such a girl. Talking about feelings like they mattered anymore. They didn't. Of course he knew she wouldn't go willingly. It was to be expected, not even the threats of death, though she must know that he would do it. He looked at her angrily now, moving so quickly, to pick her up and slam her right against the wall, hard. He literally growled at her. "Bullshit?" He asked, throwing her down on the floor, and m=smoothing his clothes out, before he pulled her up and threw her onto the chair in the kitchen. He knew his roughness must have been painful. Good, Suits her right. "Right Camille. I think it is time for me to prove that not a single thing that comes out of my mouth is bullshit." He was literally glaring at her now, his eyes like icicles, boring into her own.
"If you think I won't do it, then let me give you a little history lesson darling." He had a malicious smirk on his face, his eyes darkening in pure rage. "Remember how I said you were just like your mother dear? Well that's true in more ways than one." His look was hard, hoping that he was striking fear into her now. "She had betrayed me too. Used me when she was with a human man. And I loved her. Maybe more than I loved you. Yet she betrayed me, and now she's dead. So if you think I won't do it, then you're stupider than I took you for." He said, hoping that his words finally registered, because he would not be explaining again why he wasn't talking bull. He also hoped that she was hurt by the revelation that he killed her parents. He hoped she hurt, like she had hurt him.
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Post by camille on Jun 23, 2011 20:47:06 GMT
Camille wondered if it as possible to talk the love right out of someone, to make you not care anymore. He admitted that he was selfish, that he did it to keep himself happy and in that way, he had betrayed her as well. “Well then you’re not the only one that betrayed the other in this relationship, love. She emphasized the word like he had, as she watched his face turn completely cold and stone-like. At least she had wiped his pretty little smile from his face because she hated it, that he found so much pleasure in her pain. She was never like that to the people she loved, obviously that was not him. It honestly did not matter and it sickened her, her fingers tightening on the carpet as she just watched him reminiscing on her disappearance for a mere moment.
Pain shot through her as she was slammed against the wall, as she just glared down into his eyes, growling back. Then she was thrown onto the floor, as she was in some sort of shock of pain. Her hair was scattered over her head as she pushed herself up slowly with a groan before she was picked up again and thrown into the chair, making it nearly tip backwards before she landed facing him, staring back in his eyes, tipping her head back, but they were fearless. She tasted blood in her mouth, listening to the part about her mother, it only sickening her more about him and now she felt nothing, but a cold hatred for him. People always said love and hate were so close together. She spit at his face, blood and saliva splattering his face. “Fuck you,” She said, glaring back at him, not caring if he killed her.
“Go ahead, kill me,” she challenged him as she just brought herself to her feet, pain shooting through her as she stood in front of him, growling. Camille was not afraid of him, and wanted him to kill her so she could bring him down with her. Her fingers dug into her palms, so angry that she made herself bleed, as she growled louder.
Camille thought for a moment about what her parents would have been like. Part of her could strongly picture her mother, but not her father and it hurt to not be able to think that she would never know that because of the man in front of her. She would defend them in front of William, even if she died because of her actions. “You think you scare everyone, William. I will never be scared of you. NEVER!” She screamed so loud, some of the pieces of glass of the chandelier that dangled above shattered and fell down on them both, some falling in her skin, blood pouring down her arms and chest, but healed automatically.
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Post by william on Jun 29, 2011 20:11:50 GMT
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from the ice inside your soul. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The one thing that Will had always liked about Camille was that she wasn't afraid to face him head on. She had the courage to look him in his icy cold eyes without fear, and it had always been like that. Even when he had been teaching her combat in Japan, she couldn't quite match him, yet she persevered and was never afraid to take it a step further. He had always admired that in her, and now, looking at her, he saw the same fierceness and fearlessness. Her dark eyes were filled with anger and hate, and if she really had still had feeling for him until this point, now it had all changed. It didn't matter anymore. He wasn't here for love. He merely looked away for a second as spit and blood covered his cheek ans not to get any up his nose. It was sticky and disgusting, he took his right hand and ran it across his cheek, smudging the sliminess onto his hand in an attempt to wipe it.
He smirked at her words. 'Fuck you' How typical to swear in a rage. As if that would help at all. He just let her fume for a bit, not saying anything, watching her as her breathing was heavy from anger, thinking that maybe he won't miss this, after all, he had gotten over her. She wasn't anything if not persistent, but he just looked at her smugly, because he knew he could make her do what he wanted. "I will kill you when I feel like it. You know that you can't match me Camille, why are you even bothering? That will make your death that much more painful." He cooed softly, as if it was a caring statement, and not the one about her own ending of life. She was standing up now, glaring at him, and he could smell the blood coming out of her palms. He still remembered the taste of her blood, and he couldn't resist picking up at hand and licking the blood off. He was aware that the blood that she had spat on him was drying now, but the fresh blood on her palm was tasty. "As sweet as I remember." He grinned, knowing he was just making her angrier with him. Whatever, he was the one who had the power.
But Will did not underestimate Camille one bit, because she was clever and cunning and had taken in all he had taught her. He didn't wince or flinch as she screamed at him, he just looked at her, his gaze steady. "Now now Camille, shouting will not benefit you. It will just put you in more of a rage, trust me, I have experience int hat." It was the truth, it would not help, it would just make her more and more angry, which would end up in violence. And William was a gentleman, but he was not afraid to hit a girl that would with no doubt fight back. "Trust me, you will be scared of me. I will make you be scared of me." He pushed her down onto the chair, and took her chin between his fingers harshly, turning her to face him. "You're not fearless Camille. Though you have never really been afraid of me have you? Maybe it's time to be, because I think you underestimate me." He said this seriously, his bright blue eyes boring in to hers, willing her not to be stupid.
He felt a vibration in his pocket a millisecond before it rang. He pulled it out, standing up and glancing at the number. Gabe. Great, the van was ready then. He pressed the answer button. "Yes?" His voice was sharp and to the point, phone calls with him were never pleasant. He made sure to keep looking at the girl so that she would not do any funny business. "We're parked around the corner. Everything is ready." Just the news he had wanted. "Great." He pressed the end call button. His face perked up and he looked genuinely happy. He looked back at the vampire before him. "Now Camille, you either come to Japan with me willingly, or I'll drag you. You know I can do it, so it will be more pleasant for both of us if you obey." And she would obey, sooner or later, she would because he was just that confident. He knew he was not all powerful, but he was confident he was stronger than her.
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Post by camille on Jun 29, 2011 20:51:54 GMT
Camille just watched him wipe off the blood and spit as she just smirked at his look of disgust, a small happiness forming in her at his annoyance. It’s like his little student gone wrong and she just listened to him talk to her in a cooing voice. He was trying to turn her confidence and fearlessness into fear. She was not going to say anything to him, just set her jaw as she stared at him. She would try with every moment she had, with every opportunity she got. Part of her had always been this way, always been so steady and headstrong as she attained almost everything she put her mind to. She was herself when it came to situations like this, but he had also trained to be partially this way, to fight. She was and is a good fighter because of all that he taught her and even almost won a few matches, but he was stronger than she was, but he was not faster. That was the only major advantage over him that she had noticed.
When he grabbed her wrist and took her blood, growling as she punched him in the face as hard as she could for doing that. In a way, she felt violated by him doing simply just that. Her blood was no longer his, but her own and just her own. She just watched him, her nose wrinkling in annoyance at his words and just knew she had snapped already. When he told her she would be scared all she did was laugh, just staring into his eyes. “Trust you, why would anyone trust you, William? You don’t care about anyone but yourself and your own ambitions,” she said as she mocked him, before she was pushed in her the chair unwillingly and looked away, but he pulled it back forcefully. “What does it matter if I underestimate you or not? I will remain strong and you know it,” she snarled as she just gazed into his eyes, her eyes fearless and determined.
She listened to the phone call, just watching up at him, knowing he might expect her to run and if he was ignorant she might have, but he was not and she knew that very well. So she just relaxed for a moment before he said what he did. She crossed her legs pleasantly as she just glared at him while smirking, “Well, guess you’ll have to drag me out dear,” she said as she just crossed her arms on her chest, her hands having healed. She knew he would, but she honestly did not care anymore. Camille could never picture her obeying him every again. She felt fear, just somewhere deep down, but she did not act on it and she knew she might fear death, but never William himself. “You could never be more wrong about me, you know? You never have quite figured me out, have you? How pathetic,” she said as she glared into his eyes.
Before he could even touch her, she moved at the speed of light, pushing him aside slightly, just enough to escape him, before she left out the front door just before falling into the arms of a stranger. She just was grabbed around the waist and she was held back by what seemed like iron chains. She struggled in the arms of the man, grinding her teeth as she just stayed put finally, for now.
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Post by william on Jul 4, 2011 18:49:35 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] william badrick you're gonna catch a cold
from the ice inside your soul. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Over the years William had kept many secrets from Camille, some of which she didn't even know now. She didn't know that he was a hybrid, because he was so old and that meant that he was like a normal vampire in speed but much much stronger. That the reason for him coming now and being so heartless, because he couldn't bare the pain of getting his heart broken again, so he just looked cold and unflinching, his expression hard as he looked at the woman who he once loved and it was evident in her eyes that she loathed him. Well, if she hadn't before, she would now. Because the ache in his chest was only dull as he looked at her now, his emotions stone cold and unrevealing, only reaching out for vengeance and picking up his pay for what she had done to him by running away, by betraying him.
The punch took a lot of power from Camille, yet William's combat instincts came in and he was ready for it. His eyes were good at observing minor detail and the minuscule flinch of her arm told him that she was about to hit him. Maybe it was not his right to taste her blood, but he wanted her to know that he was in charge. That he could do what he pleased and she would not be able to escape it. He felt a tiny smile grace his features as he tried to guilt him into selfishness. He was selfish, he had admitted that a long time ago by hiding everything he knew about Camille's mother, and even before that. He knew that to be happy and to survive you had to think about yourself, and so her word's really were not fazing him. "I won't argue with that, I'm done making sure other people are happy. If I'm not happy, it is not worth it." His logic was simple, but he wasn't really happy now either. He did't believe that this life had any happiness in it for him at all.
"Camille, you are no match for me. And you are also not God. You will tire out soon, because you just can't beat me." She was so so foolish to think that she would never tire out. Even the best of vampires did. When Will had been in the war, he had tired out. He felt like he was drained. And if he kept her without blood, she would grow even weaker, where as William could live on both food and blood. She could not, and she should know better than to think that she had the power, because it was Will that did and she knew that. "True, I don't know everything about you love, but I know that it would be easier on both of us if you just listened. If you do, I might just be hat little bit nicer." To be honest, he was getting a little fed up. She was starting to bug him, he ran his fingers through his honey coloured hair, his blue eyes shooting daggers. He may not know everything about her, but she sure as hell did not know everything about him either.
His sensitive ears picked up the sound of footsteps on stairs. Gabe. Good, the boy was able to obey orders. He had always had a knack of planning one step ahead, he knew that Camille would not give in so easily. The other Vampire was a lot older than Camille, so he was stronger, and as she shoot out through the door, she went straight into his arms. As Gabe held her in place, William walked out her door to where she was and looked right into her eyes, "If you knew me at all, you would know that I always plan a step ahead." His voice was mocking. He hoped she felt stupid for even trying it. Then his gaze went from Camille to Gabe. The man was big, broad shouldered. He had tried to go against Will too, failed and now was working for him. Oh how Wlliam loved when things went to plan. Because they just not always did.
"Good job Gabe, nice to know you can follow orders." He sent the guy a dashing smile before moving forward and making his way to the van knowing that the girl would not escape Gabe's grasp. The van was big, spacious. The other guy at the front, he was a werewolf and a good asset to this. William had learnt the hard way that doing things alone were not always more beneficial, so he always had back up. Just in case. He turned back to Gabe who was literally dragging the dark haired girl. "This van is platinum. even you can't break it Camille, so I suggest you sit still like a good little girl, the journey to Japan shall take some time." He winked before opening the doors to the van before he nodded to Gabe to throw her in.
NOTE! tell me if you need me to edit anything, or whatever to give you more space for your character (:
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Post by camille on Jul 5, 2011 4:37:01 GMT
Camille had missed, as she just growled softly, just nearly falling into him, but she just hated the fact that he was altogether faster and stronger than she was. The guilt trip had done nothing, only made him agree with her which made her even more pissed off. She just listened to his statement, as she just clenched her teeth together, just feeling like her chances were slowly growing slimmer. His next words only encouraged her panic to just give up, but Camille was never a quitter because she only persevered and if that meant until death, then she would die trying. He was right and she did not want to admit it that she would grow weak enough if he allowed her to and tire to the point she would not move. Then, she would have no choice but to listen to him, especially if she grew mad with hunger. She remembered the first few times that she hunted and when she was thirsty, she went crazy for blood. That was how all vampires were when they were deprived of the life sustaining liquid. Blood was a drug that you could not live off of forever, that you could not just drop, unless you were a hybrid.
Camille just acted like she ignored his response of saying that she ought to just listen. He had kept saying that over and over to her and she did not want to. But why should she listen after he did all of this to her and to her family? There was absolutely no reason to listen and he better realize it because Camille was not an ignorant woman at all. He also had to know that if she did not trust a person, she was very careful to act and probably would never listen to them. Right now, all she wanted was to escape and never return. She would rather be anywhere than within arms reach of William. She had missed it just minutes ago, but that had changed so quickly. She knew it would never come back, not ever for him. She hated betrayals and she knew she had betrayed him, but it was an effect of him betraying her family in the first place. Because of him, she would never know her mother, not in this life, not in any life.
Camille just stared back into his eyes as he said that, growling, her teeth visibly clenched as she struggled as hard as she could in Gabe’s arms, actually moving a little, but then his arms tightened harder around her. It was like a lion pressing down on a small mouse, ready to crush it’s prey in an instance. Camille felt herself grow dizzy, a burn at the back of her throat, already an urge for thirst. It was like water to a human once they had not had some for a while and walked out in the sun, getting heat stroke. She just felt her legs feel more and more ready to give under her, just allowing Gabe to drag her over, not even looking at William. Her eyes were half open as she felt herself just look at William, just passing out after his last word, not even waking as she was tossed in the van, her hair sprawled over her face as she lay there unconscious for the first time in a long time. That was when the van jolted forward and they were off on their way.
tag: william
notes: it was fine! sorry it was short! oh and if we're done with this thread besides what lucy wants to do, let me know to start a thread or you can just start it wherever, in Japan or whatever.
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Post by leon on Jul 6, 2011 1:27:20 GMT
Leon awoke with a jolt, sweat covered his body and his heart pounded against his chest. He sat up and took a deep breath trying to get his heart to stop pounding. It was only a dream a really bad dream about Camille. He hadn’t seen her in a couple of days and he must be getting withdrawals from not seeing her. She was attacked by a man, a man that he could see in his dream his face was always in the shadows. He rubbed his forehead as he sat up and looked around his dark room. He looked over to the other side of the bed and sighed as lately it had been occupied by a beautiful vampire. He then got to his feet and walked over to the window and sat down on the sill. He looked down to the quiet street below and his heart started to slow. He was starting to return to normal and soon he will be able to go back to sleep. The buzzing of his cell phone on the night stand caught his attention and he got to his feet and walked over to it. The number on the screen flashed Camille before it cut off and “You have one missed called” replaced it. No something wasn’t right.
Panic struck him now, he might be over reacting or just being paranoid but he had to find out he had to go over there just to make sure she was okay, even if she was mad at him for bursting into her home so late at night, just as long as she was there and safe he didn’t care. He would go home and be able to sleep soundly. He ripped off his shirt and pants and opened the window and jumped out, by the time he landed on the ground he was covered in hair and on all fours. He was a rather large wolf and he usually didn’t just go running around the neighbourhood in his shifted form but right now he didn’t care, he knew he would get over to Camille’s house quicker as a dog. His canine legs pumped along and his heart beat loudly in his chest. He darted around corners and dodged cars; he tried to stay in the shadows as much as he could. Even in his wolf form it still took him at least twenty minutes to get to Camille’s house. As he rounded the corner into her street his eyes scanned the area nothing seemed out of place, except the smell of burnt rubber from screeching tyres.
He bounded down the street and skidded as he got to her drive way. He raced up the plain white concrete and stopped dead at her front door, it was open, wide open. She never left her door open even if she was home. He bounded inside his wolf eyes frantically scanning the area. Camille’s scent hit his nose instantly but was soon replaced by a strange scent it was vampiric but he didn’t know who’s it was. Growling he darted up the stairs and entered her bedroom his eyes widened as he looked around the room, a chair was knocked over and a few things on her dresser were smashed. All these different scents and the chaos in the room were over whelming. He could feel something boiling in his stomach. Finally he sat down on the floor and threw his head back and let out a long, loud pained howl. Tears rolled down his cheeks making his fur stick. After the howl ended it cracking in his throat, he laid down on the floor and curl up in a little ball. He had been too late; if only he had gotten there earlier he would have been able to do something to keep her from being taken.
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Post by JURATE on Jul 17, 2011 21:37:38 GMT
THIS IS CLOSED. IF IT NEEDS MOVING BACK, PM AN ADMIN WITH THE LOCATION AND THREAD NAME.
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