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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2012 23:10:08 GMT -5
The loud thunder clapped overhead and Quinn Emory reached deep into her pocket. Her hands closed around the locket that was jingling inside. Her fingers laced themselves through the chains and around the heart-shaped piece of jewelry as she slowly drew it from the confides of her robes. It hung in front of her face, twirling with the wind as she looked at it. Pure gold. Spinning around, she was able to see the Gryffindor crest glinting in the moonlight. Another clap of thunder caused Quinn to tense up and her eyes drifted around aimlessly. Someone was watching her. She was almost positive. Such a heavy price to pay, she thought to herself as she shoved it back into her pocket.
Her eyes slowly drifted around the abandon area of the city, searching for the one that she was supposed to meet. Everything had been arranged. They had all assured her that she had come to the right place. She took a few steps forward and leaned against the alleyway's dark brick walls, waiting.
"Come with me." A girl appeared suddenly behind Quinn, her hands resting on Quinn's arm. The Romanian accent was the first thing that Quinn had noticed about the small girl. Quinn turned around and stared at the her. She didn't look like she could be older than fifteen, she was approximately 5' 1", much shorter than Quinn, and yet she struck her as old. Very old. Quinn scanned her face, the dark eyes with shadows under her lids, the mousey reddish brown hair. She recognized her as a Hufflepuff in her sister's year but her name escaped her, "Did you bring it?" The girl didn't give her a chance to answer before she started walking in the opposite direction.
Quinn held onto the locket inside of her pocket and nodded slowly, "I have it." She muttered, following after her. The girl was a quick walker and Quinn had to pick up the pace so that she didn't lose her around all of the back pathways. When they finally reached a clearing the girl spun around and grabbed Quinn's arm with such force that Quinn whimpered.
"Hold." The girl said and then the entire world felt like it was being sucked from Quinn's feet. She had always hated apparating. Always hated it. Especially with someone else. She was nauseated by the smells of the world flying around her and she was glad when her feet finally hit the ground. The shock of the impact forced her to her knees and she coughed violently, trying not to vomit.
"Thea, my dear." Quinn looked up and caught sight of the man that was talking. Tall, dangerous looking. Same baggy eyes as...Thea. Quinn supposed that must be the Hufflepuff girl's name. Thea dropped to her knee out of respect, and Quinn remained on the ground. She scanned his face, his dark eyes, looking for something, "Quinn Riddle. So good to see you. I am Valerian." The man introduced himself. His voice was chilling. Like nails on a chalkboard. She was about to answer when she caught sight of what was behind him. Charity's body on the slab of marble.
She struggled to her feet and approached the marble, "Everything's been set up, then?" She asked as she brushed some of Charity's hair out of her face. She had been re-masked so that she looked like a human instead of a demon. Quinn noted how cold her skin was when she made contact.
"In exchange for your locket, blood, and loyalty, she will live again." Valerian said and crossed over to her. His robes billowed out behind him as he walked. Quinn couldn't help but compare him to the Dark Lord. He had a certain air about him. He touched her face gently, dragging his finger nail down her cheek.
Quinn turned sharply, avoiding his gaze, "Yes." She replied simply and held out her wrist where Charity had once bitten her, causing her to become her claimed. With her other hand, she slipped the locket out of her pocket and into Valerian's outreached hand, "Do it now. Before I change my mind." Why was she saving Charity Anderson, the girl she had sworn to loathe for all eternity? Perhaps it was that as soon as she was gone, she felt like something was missing from her life. As much as she claimed to hate her, she hated not having her there anymore. Quinn grimaced.
"As you wish it." Valerian used his nail to reopen the scarred wound from Charity's bite and Quinn felt the blood start to gush out of her wound. It was even more painful than the first time. Thea was suddenly next to Valerian, staring down at the blood, a hungry look in her eyes. She used her index finger to touch the wound and then looked down at the blood on her finger. She slowly crossed to Charity's body and drew a bloody cross on the girl's forehead. The body began convulsing and Valerian smiled. He used his nail again to cut an identical wound to Quinn's onto Charity's wrist and pushed the two of them together.
Screaming filled Quinn's ears. She realized that it was coming from her mouth. It felt like her life was being sucked away from her. Every breath that she took was pushed out of her lungs into Charity's. Her heart beat slowed and then rapidly picked up pace again as it balanced between the two of them. Thea and Valerian laughed as they watched the sight unfold before them. The vampires exchanged a look before backing up slightly so that they wouldn't be in the line of fire when the demon Charity Anderson awoke from the dead.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 14, 2012 23:44:21 GMT -5
Charity sat alone in her room, staring at the blank wall. She heard him enter though, the shadow. Always there. Always watched. Charity's grip automatically tightened on the teacup she was holding. She slowly bent down the place her elbo on her knee, still inentetly staring at the wall. "Why do we always come back here, Shadow? We always come back here when we die. For what? Spend a few hundred years in Paradise then go back. Is it to torture us?" Charity questioned the room. Anyone would think they were alone in here. No one would think that there is always something creeping in the shadows. Always listening. Always waiting. "But Child, there's so much to do in Paradise. A few hundred years isn't that bad here. Amon your own kind. You're face isn't ugly anymore to anyone who gazes upon it. To them you're beautiful. They envy you. Yet you sit here, alone, when you could be surrounded by maginifient creatures. And you cry..." The voice scared Charity like it always did. Not very often did it ever reply to you. Only did it reply whe it had a point to make. She was beautiful here. Admired. Walking down the street everyone envied her. But having hem so openly stare at her unerved her. She didn't want to be beautful to Demons. She wanted to be beautiful to humans. She waned to have human beauty. Not perfect fangs or coal black eyes. No bones jutting out at sharp points. She wanted to be soft and feminie. Charity swiped her fingers across her cheek and noticed the tears. She found herself breaking down more and more. Every singly day she was here made her more depressed. She wanted to be back in the Human world. Who cared if she wasn't a wizard anymore. She just wanted to be human. Who cares if she was ugly because to her, she'd be beautiful no matter what. Humans were beautiful. Every one of them were gorgeous compared to her. The way Grayson had reacted to her was forever burned in her mind. Charity pushed herself to her feet and threw her tea cup at the dark spot in the corner of the room in frustration. The shadow moved quickly to the otherside of the room. It quivered for a moment before it slowly pulled itself out of the corner, pulling itself to full height in front of Carity. The horrible long limbs were like a spiders, darkening her entire room. Although it had no facial features, red orbs glared down at her. Marcus. Marcus always watched her. The Demon Overlord. Able to jump between Paradise and Earth. How she envied him. "Charity, we give you everyting here. Anything you want could be delievered here. And yet, you insist on fighting us. Go out there. Let be marvel at what a gorgeous Demon you are. Let them treat you like a queen. You'll be human quicker if you have fun." Charity breathed evenly. Some how staring at him didn't frighten her at all. Knowing how angry she made him made her bolder. Charity smirked, her teeth sticking into her lip. The pulling came without warning. It started at her core, strengthing. The red orbs that watched her grew wider as the pulling sensation enveloped Charity, wind whipping past her face made it impossible to ear anything. Was it possible? Was she dying? Shadow flew through her room and out the door, no doubt going to check on what was happening to her. Charity struggled to not fall asleep. Falling asleep meant she would die. Surprinsingly, she didn't want to die. She wanted to stay alive, even if it meant eternity in Paradise. She cleched her fists, fighing everything. Finally though, it was too much and Charity closed her eyes, succumbing to the darkness ~~~ Charity opened her eyes to darkness. Was this death? Death for Demons? Sitting in darkness for the rest of her life? Nothing but her personal thoughts to torment her. Slowly though, the world started to brighten as her eyes adjusted. Charity twitched her finger, gasping at the sensation. And she heard it. The soft breaths. Her wrist was burning. Whoever was with her was threatening her life. She would not die. Not so soon. Charity bared her teeth as she flipped from lying down to crouch on the slab. She narrowed her eyes and gripped her wrist, trying to urge her blood to clot. Charity dove. Her vision wasn't perfect yet, far from it. That was the problem with waking up. It took awhile for your vision to come back. Charity relied on her hearing and pushed the being to the ground, landing on top of it. It took a moment as Charity bent down to sniff the thing and pulled back. She was blurry but she could tell who it was by her scent. "Quinn...?" Charity asked softly, surprised by her kind voice. It seemed like ages since she had heard her own voice. The one that belonged to Charity Anderson. Not Charity The Demon.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2012 23:56:50 GMT -5
Quinn's ragged breathing stopped for a moment when Charity dove for her. It was almost in slow motion; the ravenous Charity leapt up like a blind person and flung herself at the first moving thing that she sensed. She was pretty sure that she was having a heart attack at this point. Her chest felt like it was on fire, burning her inside and out. They had said it would hurt, but she never imagined they meant this much.
Thump thump. Was that her heart beating? She couldn't tell. Was Charity...sniffing her? Her mind was already racing, trying her best to figure out the situation. Quinn let out a breath and tried to relax even though Charity was still on top of her, practically strangling her. Quinn? She had asked. There was a certain softness in Charity Anderson's voice.
"Charity." Quinn answered and finally relaxed all her shoulders. The pulling in her chest had stopped momentarily and she felt like she could breath again. She wanted to hug Charity. But she couldn't. She just lay there, unable to move her limbs at the moment, her wrist still bleeding, "You-" She was going to say that Charity was alive, but at this point, she assumed that she had already figured it out.
Thea stepped forward first, her fingers entwining amongst each other as she stared at the two of them, "Marcus will not be happy with us." She said to more to Valerian than the two Dark Ladies. Her eyes flitted over Quinn's wrist and she absentmindedly licked her lips. Blood. Lots of it. Dripping from the girl's wound. She turned away, willing herself out of it. She hadn't spent 200 years living with Valerian to screw up now.
Valerian put his hand on Thea's shoulder as he too stepped forward, sensing her discomfort, "Welcome back into the land of the...living-" He said with a dark smile, "Charity." His dark eyes scanned Quinn's body, looking for any signs of damage. He couldn't have his newest addition getting hurt. Quinn still owed him something; her loyalty.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 15, 2012 0:13:08 GMT -5
Charity couldn't help but bare her teeth again. People she hadn't noticed. They disgusted her and she slowly clamored off Quinn. Quinn wasn't hers anymore. She'd have to find someone else. Demons don't claim vampires. Not to mention they had an off scent about them. Charity felt it almost impossible to get used to.
Charity slowly stood up at the approach of more footsteps. The stealth of them proved it wasn't a human. She was guessing Marcus but she couldn't be sure. Not everything was registering in her mind yet. She was still trying to grab a hold of it, access certain memories. Most of them were getting blocked off, lost. Her fingers twitched in agitation. Pointer. Middle. Ring. Pinkie. Over and over again. This was irritating her. She couldn't remember most things. Could barely remember a thing about her. That was from spending a day in Paradise. A second later-
Charity was harshly jerked to the side and came in contact with another person, her head jostling against his shoulder. Marcus. She knew that. She knew the shadow enough to know when he was watching her. Charity whimpered as his fingers tightened around her sensitive skin. Her other hand reached out, desperate to understand what was happening. Her hand cam in contact with Marcus and she grimaced, feeling the waves of rage.
"What right have you to remove a Demon from Paradise!?" Marcus thundered and Charity sighed away. Too loud. Too loud. "Demons are to remain in Paradise for at least a hundred years before they are brought back. That is for their own well-being! You could've killed her!" Charity knew somewhere in the back of her mind that that wasn't true. Bringing a Demon back so quickly couldn't kill them. You couldn't kill a Demon.... Silly....
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2012 0:27:30 GMT -5
Quinn grumbled as Charity got off of her. Her chest hurt. Her mouth hurt too. She reached up to rub her head and groaned when she did touched her forehead. She was running a fever. A bad one. It almost felt like she was on fire. Something was definitely wrong with her...What had she promised them? Loyalty? Quinn realized all too late that she hadn't specified what her loyalty would entail.
"Transition. You're in transition." Thea said as she knelt down next to her. She looked at the blood that was still coming out of Quinn's wrist. Fresh human blood, "Hush Quinn." Thea said and reached up for the girl's neck. It would be better to put her out of her misery before it was too late.
Snap. Quinn's head fell limply to the side and Thea sighed. The sooner that Quinn actually died, the sooner that she could complete the transition. Simple as that. She looked at the girl's lifeless body and laughed to herself.
"We had the claimed, Marcus." Valerian said as he gestured to Quinn and Thea on the ground, "There was no way that Charity would have been harmed with the claimed here. Trust me, all precautions were taken. You know that...after all-" He gestured toward Charity with a sly grin, "Here she stands...completely unharmed."
Valerian leaned back slightly and yawned. Demons bored him. They were fickle. Too sure of themselves. He ran his tongue over his teeth, his fangs beginning to protrude from his incisors. He pricked his tongue and then his eyes lolled over to Quinn and Thea again. Quinn's head was at an awkward angle, "You killed her then?" He asked and narrowed his eyes, "I thought we talked about this...You are to wait until the fever breaks and then-"
Thea rolled her eyes and pushed Quinn away from her, letting the girl's body fall onto the wet grass, "She'll be fine." Thea noticed Valerian's fangs and looked at Marcus for the first time. Demon Overlord. She recognized him instantly. They had come into contact many times before.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 15, 2012 0:41:38 GMT -5
Charity cringed as the sound of bone. Who had been killed? What was happening? Charity hated being limited by blindness. She couldn't react nearly as fast. "Quinn...?" Charity called tentatively through the night. She was scared. What were they doing to Quinn? Charity felt ice stop her blood. The snap. So you killed her then?
"No..." Charity spoke slowly, pulling away from Marcus and turning towards the voice. "NO..." Charity said more forcefully. Her vision was clearing and she could almost see. She saw her intended target though. She bared her teeth on a low growl and flung herself at him, hands extended. How dare they kill Quinn. How dare they!
Marcus' eyes widened as he dove for Charity but came up short. He growled. If that fucker so much as hurt Charity he would not hesitate to raise war on them. Not Charity.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2012 0:50:17 GMT -5
Valerian was surprised when he saw Charity lunging for him. He looked down at his hand for a moment and then stepped slightly to the right, avoiding her outstretched arms, "Come now, Anderson. Quinn can't hear you anymore. It's time to play nice. I've just brought you home, and Thea and I won't hesitate to send you back to where you came from. Paradise I believe?" He growled low and grabbed Charity's wrist, bringing her around so that she was standing in front of him. He realized her vision was still limited and so he got close to make his point. Very close.
"You're not the only one with fangs around here. You'll do well to remember that." He stared into her eyes for a long time, running his teeth over his fangs. His other hand reached up and wiped the blood cross off of her forehead. Da.mn the Demons for thinking that they had all the power. They had not yet met Val and his clan. He let go of Charity's wrist and sent her in the direction of Thea who stepped out of the way gracefully.
Thea's eyes drifted over to Quinn who was still motionless on the ground. The girl would wake up soon. Thea only hoped that the Demons would leave by then...or the ravenous young fledgling would end up doing something stupid.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 15, 2012 1:06:57 GMT -5
Charity tripped over some nameless object protruding out of the ground and landed on her ass, stunned. She was mad. So very mad that she was shaking. At least that was what she was telling herself. She had been scared. Imagine that. Charity Anderson stripped of her usual snide behavior and trembling on the ground. She stared at nothing in surprise.
Marcus stepped gracefully to Charity and pulled her to her feet, his fingers digging painfully into Charity's arm. He glared as he slapped her sharply across the face. Charity recoiled, grabbing her face. It was already turning red. The impact brought tears to Charity's eyes. "How many time have I told you to listen to me?" He asked, his tone quiet.
Charity wasn't listening though. She was staring at a lifeless figure on the ground. Her breath seemed to get lost. Charity wasn't able to bring in any air as she stared at Quinn. Quinn. "Sister..." Charity whispered quietly.
She wasn't her sister anymore. She couldn't be. Vampires and Demon didn't get alone. Anything between Demons and Vampires was impossible. Charity whimpered slightly, her legs giving out and causing her to fall to the ground again. They really should get out of here but Charity couldn't move. She'd stay to make sure Quinn was all right and then they'd disappear into smoke. This was probably the last time she'd ever see her again.
Marcus growled again, Pulling Charity up. His nails cut into Charity's skin as he hauled her away, Charity still focused on Quinn. The pain hurt. She wasn't sure if it was from the cuts, the bruise already forming on her face, or knowing she'd probably never talk to Quinn again."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2012 1:22:31 GMT -5
Sister. The voice triggered something in Quinn's otherwise dead brain. A twitch of her fingers. Her shoulder shifted to the right very slowly. Her lips parted as she drew in a slow breath. It hurt. Her lungs hurt. Her teeth ached, a painful and awful ache that was throbbing. She ran her tongue over her teeth and groaned loudly when she sliced open her tongue. Her brain started to function again, slowly. She became aware of her surroundings for what seemed like the first time. The wet grass was surrounding her, the dewdrops touching her skin lightly. The tiniest breeze blew over her skin, causing goosebumps all over her arms.
Thea looked over, eying Quinn, and then turned back to Valerain, "She's awake." Thea crossed the clearing and touched Quinn's shoulder. She immediately shot up and gasped, clawing at the ground with her fingers, "Calm...Calm...Quinn." Thea said with a grin.
Quinn felt constricted, like every muscle in her body was begging to be stretched for the first time. Her eyes finally fluttered open and she growled. It wasn't sunny out, but her eyes weren't used to the light. She squeezed them shut and then peaked one open. Her nose twitched to the side What is that smell? She demanded to herself. It made her bones ache. It made her head spin. All she knew was she wanted to destroy the source. Kill it. Rip it apart into tiny pieces and-
"Surprisingly calm for a fledgling." Valerian said and moved toward Quinn. He pushed Thea out of the way and drew Quinn up onto her feet. He traced her face with his finger and she slowly opened her eyes again, "There she is. Wake up and smell the Demons, Quinn." He said and let go of her arm, allowing her to stand freely. He turned toward Charity and folded his arms across his chest, "Meet your new sister." He said in a low tone, gesturing toward the slightly unstable fledgling Quinn.
Quinn was able to stand up on her own and her eyes had fully adjusted. She scanned the area. Demon. The smell finally identified itself to her. But there was something else. Red hair. Beautiful. Charity. Ours. Quinn's head cocked itself to the side and her incisors immediately protruded into fangs involuntarily. Someone had put that thought into her head, she was sure of it. She growled and put her hand over her mouth, not sure what had just happened.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 15, 2012 1:42:37 GMT -5
Marcus' eyes flitted between the three and he sucked in a breath.Charity could do nothing but stare at Quinn, sad. She'd lost her. Again. Why was it they were constantly saying goodbye? It didn't make Charity feel good. Right now, coming back into things, it felt as if she was losing everything. She didn't know who she was anymore. She didn't know who she was supposed to turn around and be. Was she supposed to play nice? Or was she supposed to be a bitch? Charity didn't know. She shivered as Marcus pulled her along.
"Right, so we're just going to go now, actually. It's been a very long day for Charity here. She could use for a bit of straightening up." Marcus growled. Three against two. Basically against him. Charity was utterly useless at the moment. He pulled Charity around and pushed her roughly, sending her forward down the trail he had come up. The last thing he needed right now was to become dinner to some stupid Vampires.
"Oh, and never bring back another one of my Demons. Ever." Marcus said, turning to glare at Valerian. He'd always hated him. He hated him even more now that Charity was out of his control. Again. He had done everything in his power to kill her. And she'd been gone for a day. One day he had controlled her.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2012 1:55:47 GMT -5
Quinn felt her body tug forward. She wanted to tear Marcus' throat out, but Thea and Valerian caught both of her arms and stopped her. She snarled and pulled against them, but the older Vampires were stronger than her. She showed her fangs in her open mouth and tried to yell something at Marcus or Charity, but her words seemed to get caught somewhere between her brain and her tongue.
Thea laughed, "Don't worry, Marcus. We have no reason to bring back any of the other Demons. Just Anderson." She let go of Quinn's wrist and took a seat on the ground, playing with the grass. The only reason they had raised the Demon was to change Quinn. Everything was a give and take with the Vampires. She was bored with the fledgling. The only time that she would ever want to be around Quinn would be when they were hunting the humans. Thea smiled to herself. Quinn would be a good hunter if she let her instincts rule.
Valerian pulled Quinn back to him and absentmindedly began checking her fangs, making sure that everything was correctly in place. Sometimes things became warped if the change did not go smoothly. It was not a chance that he was willing to take with Quinn. "Charity-" Valerian looked away from Quinn for a moment to stare at the red-head who was retreating with Marcus, "Don't be a stranger. You came back because of us. Remember that." He nodded his head and then went back to his inspection.
"We should go." He said and used his hand to close Quinn's mouth. He patted her head like she was their pet.
"Oh goody. We get to introduce her to the family." Thea said with a nasty grin and grabbed Quinn's arm again, so they were all linked. They disappeared into the night with a loud POP.
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