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time of dying

Posted: 14 Sep 2017, 06:38
by Locryn (DELETED 9799)
ix . xiv . mmxvii

I don't remember the last time I wrote in a journal.
Every claims that it'll be good for me.
Dante didn't agree, but he didn't disagree either.

I wonder if she's convinced him to do it, but perhaps the work Mayhem has him
doing works as his "therapy" as she says. It was never easy, the past.
It is better, I suppose. Living the way I do, under her watchful gaze.

A vampire with a conscious, even though her heart is dark.

I am a killer.
I tried to kill her.

Despite this, she treats me as I am family.
She doesn't seem to act like it bothers her.
My jaw has properly rearranged itself now that it is not
as bruised from the night she punched me.

Her blood is black.
And I'm glad to still be human.
That my heart still beats.

Re: time of dying

Posted: 16 Sep 2017, 02:38
by Locryn (DELETED 9799)
ix . xv . mmxvii

Travel.
That was one positive thing about the life that I had.
I liked to travel, to see everything.
Cold weather was easier to avoid then.
I dislike the cold, always have.

Pain radiates in the place where I broke my
ankle, where my knee dislocated badly.
Every step taken, every time I run.
The cold seeps into it during the winter,
I can feel it and rain coming as it throbs.

Once, twice, three times.
Sometimes, it'll be like that for days before it comes.
Lately, it's been only in the seventies here, which is nice.
But I know that deep winter frost is coming.
That cold, unforgiving winter.

I almost wish I were able to go to Cambodia.

Re: time of dying

Posted: 17 Sep 2017, 17:18
by Locryn (DELETED 9799)
ix . xvii . mmxvii

Every has been muttering to herself for the past hour.
I don't know why, she said something about a system.
It'll be normal, I think, when she begins to talk again.
Not that she's really normal to begin with.

I got shot today. It's strange to think that. She healed me.
Or at least, she said she gave me back my blood that was lost.
In the past, this wouldn't have caused me to blink, being shot.
Today, it stung - I wouldn't have cared. She says I'm relaxing.

I think she and Jayden are the cause of it.


Re: time of dying

Posted: 03 Oct 2017, 17:39
by Locryn (DELETED 9799)
x . iii. mmxvii

Evee was attacked today, by some woman. A girl, really. She didn't really look like a woman.
I don't know why or what happened, but she looked pretty bad. Her hair had black ink stuff in it.
Caligrace says its her blood. I don't know what goes on with turnings, but I definitely would rather not
become a vampire if that's the case.

She's been in and out of it a lot. Something about a poison trap making her sick.
Mumbling about hunters, mostly.
When she's awake, she doesn't speak very often.
Sometimes it's broken English, but I can make out certain things. Her phone is missing.
Zachary told me to keep an eye on her - it's weird taking orders from a ghost, but eh.


They used to be a thing, I think. He told me once that they
were old friends, but he cares a lot about her. He was close to her brother, apparently.
The women that we're connected to now are nice. They seem to care about her.
She's stubborn and I doubt she'll allow them to help her, but the gestures are good.

I need to let her friend, the cute guy, know that she's out of commission for at least another day.
Zach's out looking for her phone now. Maybe he'll find it. I could ask Dante to keep an eye out of it too.


Re: time of dying

Posted: 13 Mar 2018, 07:02
by Locryn (DELETED 9799)

iii. xii. mmxviii


I don't know where to begin, or even where I should begin. A lot has gone on within the months I have written.
Vampires killing my mistress twice - the first a redhead whom she called Prudence. The second a woman named Ariadne.
Both she claims were people she trusted and cared for. It seems they didn't share enough of the same courtesy.

I was introduced to another human, a blood thief, named Amalea. I don't understand the
term blood thief, but it is one of those things Every chooses to omit. She says it doesn't matter.
She says Amalea is more vampire than human. Another one called into my mind on the first of
February. It was much like when Every beckons me, something that I could not ignore.

When I arrived in the throne room, it appeared at first to be a mummy. Blood stained the
floor and I recognized one the guns that my mistress carried on her person as well as her favored sword.
Every later explained to me what happened down there. I regretted asking.

Humanity is fleeing Harper Rock. This happened because of what happened down
in the throne room - I'll forever carry a scar on my arm knowing what we did. It was
Amalea's decision, but we made it together. I don't remember much after I began to get dizzy.
It was a decision I'm glad that she did not have to make alone, either. That I did not refuse.
I feel she would have offered herself had it not been my blood.

I vaguely remember hearing Every yelling into my head before the silence overtook me.
When I awoke, it was in a bed that was not my own. It was in a room that I did
not recognize, nor did I recall the individual tending to me.

The only person that I recognized was Amalea.

I was in and out a lot. Someone told me to eat. It was usually a woman, but they
kept me alive. They allowed me to heal without hearing the large amount of sarcasm I
typically receive from Evee. Then again, I suppose I cannot blame Every. Any time she tends to
me severely, I am either dying or ill. Neither of which are circumstances
she tends to enjoy - the latter being due to her strange tendency to get ill herself.

When Every returned, she seemed paler than usual. More frustrated.
She didn't summon me like she normally would to gather her new weapons.
Instead, she sent me a text message. I think she was afraid I had died.
She had kept out of my mind, as well.

She hasn't brought up the topic. I doubt that she will, at least to me. For someone who murdered
the majority of her family, she is sensitive to the topic of death. It's extremely odd.
Recently, she gave me a medallion on a necklace. Silas mentioned that it was either
his or her brothers from the war. It was a St. Michael's medallion.
She has never seemed the religious sort, but she didn't elaborate.

Silas said he saw her searching through old boxes while I was out of it in the hospital.
She found a few of her things she kept away, such as another pendant
that she's been wearing often.



Re: time of dying

Posted: 28 Mar 2018, 03:09
by Locryn (DELETED 9799)

iii. xxvii. mmxviii


There's a level of trust between Every and the people she once called family that is broken.
I know it's my fault, but she doesn't seem to care. There's only a few in her heart, it seems.
She's been more easily annoyed. I don't know if she's angry with me for my decision, or if she's angry
at them for being hypocritical. She told me to protect Amalea and I understand now she would have been
fine with the doors being closed. Silas told me this, really. Every hasn't been doing much talking.

The shadows take her sometimes and other days she doesn't look like herself.
It's an odd thing, these vampires. Guilt, pain, anger. I've seen all of these emotions play across
her features and one would think that you're able to remove them. She's told me in the past
that other vampires have heightened emotions. I don't think I'd be able to handle it. On the days
where she does speak, it's usually when I find her leaving the apartment.

We've been staying in her family home.

Occasionally, at least. Sometimes, we stay in the treehouse. She summons me to her
when we stay in both. I've been carrying the traps she gives me. "They can hunt us all
they want, but it doesn't change the fact that they're choosing Ariadne over the truth."

It was the most I got out of her last week at the time she handed me a proximity mine and suggested I remember where I place it.

She's different sometimes, colder. There's usually blood staining her clothes;
she's been hunting again, I think. I don't know if it's the men that she's dealing with
whom hired me, or someone else. I mentioned it to her sire that they've been bothering her again.

Our meetings are... well, Every said I'm still alive. He isn't happy, with either of us.
He's yelled at us both. Her, more so, given it seems the majority believe that she's the
one who told me to do it, but I've told him I ignored her because she doesn't make me do
much. Protect, usually, is the main thing she does. He isn't the monster I believed him to be.
He's been listening, but he's willing to talk to us as people, at least. His anger, however,
is something to fear.

The two seem to have an understanding where things have fallen. At least, now.
The night she introduced me, I ended up with a gunshot and she was nearly
thrown out a window. If Every had nine lives, I'm almost positive by now, from her sire alone,
she would be in the negatives. I don't know if she's showed him like she's shown
me and the others, but then again, I think she chooses not to tell me.

There was a moment of silence between the two. A glare exchanged.
She told me to leave without speaking in the way she does when she's angry.
Not telepathically. It was as if she willed me to leave. She was pointed to make sure I was seen
by the cameras in the doorstep, as well.

I don't know what their relationship holds, truly. Occasionally, I believe sire/childe.
Other times, I see them as sister and brother. I had to question if they knew each other before.
I received a snort and then, "The ******** broke my skull after grabbing me by the throat"
in response. He isn't protecting her, it seems and she isn't hiding. At least not to the degree she would
if she were actually hiding. I hunted her down, she did this to me. I'm sure of it.

Paranoid or concerned, I think, are better words. She was like this the day she left for the chambers,
always looking over her shoulder twice. It's more than just the vampires that she's worried about.

On the topic of being worried, I recently joined the militia to combat zombies. She told me that
I was an idiot. I don't know if it was said light heartedly, or if she was serious. Perhaps I am
an idiot to hope that it will do some good. There are more soldiers on the street, too. I was the
one who gave my blood, I might as well do something. She rolled her eyes and told me that I'm likely
to land myself into the hospital again, but if trying to help kills me, at least I will have made up for the lives
that I helped ruin. The lives that we all helped ruin.

I might not have had a decision fully, but I still think I did the right thing.
I fully believe that Amalea would have done it herself and gotten herself killed.