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Post by Francis on May 17, 2007 11:51:35 GMT -5
*Francis groaned and tried to sit up but he felt very weak. He looked up at Vincent with a confused look and then down to his chest. He must have fallen back quit clumsily because a large piece of wood was sticking out of it. He used all of his strength to stand up and pull the piece of wood out and and throw himself in front of Vincent.*
"No wait, this must be a mistake."
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Post by Bijan on May 17, 2007 12:02:59 GMT -5
Bijan skidded to a stop as Francis got in his way. "he's trying to kill you, now get out of here before he finnishes it."
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Vincent
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Post by Vincent on May 17, 2007 14:12:32 GMT -5
*Vincent stared at Francis. Why was he defending him?*
"Out of my way! Stop defending me!!" *He pushed Francis away from him and caught a sight of his chest. Did he do that to him? He turned from Francis and looked at Bijan, furious.*
"You... you've taken everything from me! Get it? Everything! DIE!"
*Vincent roared furiously as he threw himself upon Bijan. Tears streamed down his cheeks, but he didn't care. He had nothing anymore. Nothing at all.*
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Post by Bijan on May 17, 2007 14:28:03 GMT -5
Bijan clawed at Vincent. he paused as he looked at long scratch marks across Vincent's face. Bijan looked down at his claws, they had extended and had grown sharp and hard.
"I don't want to kill you Vincent, nor do I want you to kill Francis."
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Post by Lune on May 17, 2007 14:28:19 GMT -5
"Vincent, no!!"
*Lune stared shocked at Vincent and quickly stood up to catch Francis as he was pushed away. She layed him down as she sat down next to Irene.*
"Francis, you really need to rest! Don't move, and I'll try to heal you!"
*Lune put her hands above Francis's wound and concentrated. Her hands started to glow as usual, but nothing happened. He was still in a bad condition.*
"Why isn't it working?!!" Is it already too late?
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Post by Irene on May 17, 2007 18:25:42 GMT -5
*Irene knelt by her husband, quietly sobbing. SHe saw what he did not- that his wound was fatal.*
"Oh Franics, my god..."
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Post by Vincent on May 18, 2007 4:49:16 GMT -5
*Vincent touched his face where Bijan had scratched him. He felt his wounds heal, although it was painful. He grinned.*
"But of course you wouldn't! You're the little saint, the angel that wouldn't do anyone any harm!"
*Vincent heard Lune's cry and turned around quickly. Didn't she succeed healing Francis?*
What have I done...?!
*Vincent stared angrily at Bijan.*
"I'll deal with you later."
*He kneeled beside Lune and Irene.*
"Francis..."
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Post by Francis on May 18, 2007 6:43:19 GMT -5
*Francis tried to sit up, but he had no strength for it, even opening his eyes was hard for him. He grabbed Irene's hand and lifted his eyes up to her face, she was sobbing, but Francis didn't understand why.*
"Shh, everything is fine."
*He suddenly heard Vincent say his name and he turned his head to his friend, noticing the wounds that wear healing in his face.*
"You're hurt. Why did you do that?"
*He suddenly felt a massive pain in his heart and he closed his eyes as he cried out in pain.*
"Irene, Irene!"
*In the darkness he felt something pulling at his spirit.*
"I love you Irene."
*His body turned to dust in front of the eyes of the people he loved the most.*
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Vincent
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Post by Vincent on May 18, 2007 12:43:59 GMT -5
"Francis! FRANCIS!!!"
*Tears running down his cheeks, Vincent stood up, staring at the floor where Francis had been.*
I did it...I can't believe I just killed the only friend I've ever had...
*Still crying, he walked over to the window from where he'd gotten in, turned around and looked sadly at Irene.*
"I'm so sorry... Feel free to hate me. But you should know I loved him too."
*He jumped out of the window, out in the night.*
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Post by Lune on May 18, 2007 13:09:04 GMT -5
*Lune got up quickly, running to the window to look for Vincent.*
"Vincent, wait! Why did you do this?? VINCENT!"
*Too late, he had already gone too far away to hear her. Lune cried as she ran into Bijan's embrace.*
Why did he do this? Vincent...
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Post by Bijan on May 18, 2007 14:52:30 GMT -5
Bijan let Vincent go over to Francis, somthing told him he wouldn't try to hurt him anymore. Bijan let his claws and teeth to retract before catching Lune in his arms and hugging her close.
Bijan looked down at Lune, anything he thought about saying just felt stupied concitering the circumstances.
Bijan placed a kiss on her head and looked towards the window that Vincent had dissapeared through. Bijan felt sorry for him, he wasn't a killer Bijan could tell by his stance that he didn't want to kill Francis. Bijan just hoped he could find him later and talk to him without fighting.
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Post by Irene on May 18, 2007 17:00:29 GMT -5
*Irene turned aside, trying not to choke on her own tears*
"My husband..."
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Post by Lune on May 19, 2007 5:59:28 GMT -5
*Lune looked sadly at Irene. Then she turned to Bijan.*
"Maybe we should go tell dad... He knew Francis too..."
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Post by Irene on Jun 8, 2008 8:31:06 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT**
*Irene lay asleep, her dreams as yet unplagued...**
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Vlad Drăculea
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Post by Vlad Drăculea on Jun 8, 2008 8:39:28 GMT -5
*Vlad flew quietly through the night. There was something soothing about being alone at times like this. And it really did offer the best view of the city. There was a large manor ((stately, even)) and he swooped closer. The warmth of it made him miss his home in Romania. Noting a balcony he landed (rather ungracefully, as bats do), transforming back to his more human visage. He gazed through the glass at the sleeping beauty, lost in slumber. How pleasant a thing to return home to. He missed his lost love and pain drove him to look away, pacing the balcony. He could not enter, even if he wished to, for he had not been invited. So he leaned against the railing, savoring the night air and pondering on all he had lost.*
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