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Post by Caine Westley Mckee on Jan 26, 2010 21:19:35 GMT -5
This world is older than any of you know, and contrary to popular mythology, it did not begin as a paradise. [/color][/font]  THIS POST WAS TAGGED FOR GWEN , WITHFOUR OH OH[/font][/color] WORDS, AND CAINE WESTLEY MCKEE IN CLOTHES OF COURSE![/font][/size][/COLOR] DEMONS WALKED THE EARTH; MADE IT THEIR HOME -- THEIR HELL..[/center] Thinking back to the female’s original question, feeling the need to think about it while she still slept. The vampire hadn’t the slightest idea why he had brought the angel back to his home, the motion wasn’t explained by anything other than impulse. He had seen her in danger, on more than one occasion and had too help her. Him taking her home was the only thing that he could do to help save her in such situations. He just looked at her, watching her carefully as she sat up and looked around at his apartment. Was she in awe of the place, or was she just terrified and looking for a way out, he didn’t know. He got up just as she did and walked a little closer to her ignoring the fact that she turned hoping to find a door, showing that he wasn’t a threat to her, and that she was safe in his place. “I only took you here so that you could recover from the blow that piece of shit caused you. It’s best if you stay but I know what you think of me. So I'm not holding against your will, you can leave at any time,” He said, walking over to the couch and touching her wrist gently. He didn’t want her to freak out anymore than she had too but it was hard not to.
Caine closed his eyes, once again seeing blood causing his grip to tighten. Through closed eyes he said quietly “I didn’t know if you were going to wake up,” he confessed before loosening his grip and walking a step away from her. The doorway to the outside stairs was just around the corner but she didn’t know that and that made Caine understand the fear that the angel must have been going through. Here was this demon who was stalking you through the night, and now she was trapped in his house. The situation was bad all around. But it was the way it was. “Do you want anything to drink Gwen?” he asked.
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Post by Gwen Ridgeway (Cas) on Jan 26, 2010 22:39:35 GMT -5
   Sweet dreams are made of these…
The hunger drained from the vampire’s face, although Gwen was almost too terrified to notice. Her blood pumped quickly through her veins, wanting a release from her body as it was used to. It sang as it pumped through her body, almost defining her to his words. She realized that she was being addressed before her mind comprehended his words.
As she had been trained, Gwen turned quickly towards the voice, wishing she hadn’t as soon as her eyes locked on his. They didn’t contain the hunger that she saw at first. They were relatively sincere and it was then that the angel knew that his words were important to understand. It took her a moment to remember and comprehend what he told her, and then she froze in shock. Her breath froze in her chest, causing a dizzying affect moments later, making her breath once more.
Was he really telling the truth? Did he want to help her? Did he want to protect her? Gwen didn’t know why David’s treatment upset him enough to dislike the man. She thought that it was normal. She was used to being treated badly by men but felt slightly joyed by the fact that he was upset about it. She wasn’t going to analyze those feelings, however. It was not the time to figure out why she wanted this vampire to want her to be safe.
His second question pleased her as well. She liked the fact that he wanted to take care of her even though he didn’t know if she would be alright. Of course, she knew that she would. It was no surprising that her angel healing abilities would, well, heal her. “Angels heal fast. We aren’t as fragile as humans.” She didn’t know why she was telling him that. She knew that it could be used against her.
Gwen felt conflicted. She knew that she should move away from his threat, but when he touched her she felt safe. It was a reaction that she had never experienced before. The angel never liked to be touched, but having him close wasn’t as repelling as it should be. He was so disarming that she found herself joking with him at his next question.
“Do you?”
It startled her that she would be that comfortable with someone who could hurt her so easily. She looked away from him quickly, knowing that it was too early to joke, too soon after his hunger showed. “I wasn’t offering…It was a joke… Umm… water would be good.” She bit her lip nervously, looking around the place so she could get a closer inspection.
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Post by Caine Westley Mckee on Feb 4, 2010 9:46:45 GMT -5
This world is older than any of you know, and contrary to popular mythology, it did not begin as a paradise. [/color][/font] THIS POST WAS TAGGED FOR GWEN , WITHFOUR SIXTY EIGHT [/font][/color] WORDS, AND CAINE WESTLEY MCKEE IN CLOTHES OF COURSE![/font][/size][/COLOR] DEMONS WALKED THE EARTH; MADE IT THEIR HOME -- THEIR HELL..[/center] Words, cold and warm at the same time, such a contradiction. The words that answered Caine’s question stung the vampire’s insides, and yet he got the understanding that the angel meant no harm by her comment. Almost letting a smile fill his hard expression the boy turned on his heals to the kitchen around the corner. Keeping to his ties to humanity by living Caine always kept mortal friendly sustenance in his possession. There was water, alcohol, and food for anyone that he might invite over for a bite –no pun intended. The water poured gently from the pitcher into the thin wine glass. All of his things were authentically European. Glasses from England, china from the mud fields of occupied China. He was surely forgotten in the times, but the vampire didn’t seem to mind, the women thought that he was a romantic; men thought that he was a conosur of fine things. After Gwen’s water was poured Caine went over to the bread cabinet and cut her several pieces of ficelle. The thin slices dried out just the way he preferred. “Look around if you want, I will be with you in a moment,” Caine said lightly hoping that maybe with permission she would become more comfortable.
‘why are you doing this? Keeping her safe when you could sell her off and maybe get out of this place. I’m not having any fun, none at all and this girl is making it worse,” the voice in his head spoke to him. The spirit was lashing out more than ever and that made the vampire question things more. No he wasn’t going to listen to the other’s advice; he would rather stay here in this dismal prison than give an innocent to a group of immortals. The boy picked up the food and water and fell back to the living room where he hoped to find the angel at hand. “ Here you go some nice water and bread. You need to eat and I don’t know if anything has changed since I lived but bread is the source of life.” he said playing dumb to the fact that he knew the eating habits of the living. Were angels different? Did the need to eat just lthe same as the humans, in the lore he had read yes, however in the lore that the vampire read about himself… he couldn’t have intercourse, so he couldn’t tell if everything he read was truth.
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Post by Gwen Ridgeway (Cas) on Feb 6, 2010 7:50:31 GMT -5
Sweet dreams are made of these…
Sudden silence descended as the vampire left the room. He seemed to take all the life with him. It was a funny thought, Gwen had to admit, since he was a vampire. She didn’t smile or chuckle to herself though and took the time to think about her situation. It seemed imperative to do at this time, for it was her first time being left alone. She could make a break for it if she wanted to. At least she thought she might have that option.
On the other hand, if she left, there would be people trying to kill her. The weres might want revenge for their fallen members. She was sure that they could trace her when they found her blood at the scene. It is also possible that David was looking for her. He had to be mad about what the vampire did. Gwen didn’t mind though. She was thankful for his intervention.
All in all it seemed that the best thing to do was to stay in this strange place with a vampire that she didn’t know. If told that a week ago, Gwen was sure that she might have laughed at the absurd thought. How could a vampire be safe? It, however, seemed like that was true in this case. She didn’t know what he wanted to her for, but she knew that he didn’t intend to kill her yet. He could have done that when she was out.
That was a happy thought at least. She didn’t hear him moving around in the kitchen, but vampires were often silent like that. She did hear his voice though, after a moment. She should look around? That seemed understandable. She wasn’t sure if he could stop her from where he was but it was nice to know he approved of it. Gwen, however, didn’t think that she could take in anymore environmental stimulus.
Too much had happened today. Gwen was tired and confused. Her day was filled with danger and pain. She didn’t know what would happen in the future, but at the moment everything seemed to be taking time to settle down. That was good.
The vampire came back with food and water. He had been thoughtful enough with that. She smiled her thanks at him before deciding that that wasn’t enough. He saved her twice and had to put up with her whining. He deserved an actual thank you. Of course, words meant nothing but she hoped that he understood that she meant them.
“Thank you. I really mean it, thanks. You have saved me, put up with me and now you bring me to your home. I really appreciate it. I don’t know what your going to do in the future, or if you’re lying to me about not wanting to harm me. But you helped me already and I do mean what I say. Thanks.”
She filled her words with her feelings, letting him know how much she appreciated what he did for her. She then took the water, drinking half the glass and feeling slightly unsure of what to do and feel next. One step at a time.
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