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Post by The Genius on May 8, 2010 3:27:43 GMT -7
Attention K-Mart shoppers, we are preparing to close soon, please be ready to pay for your items in the next ten minutes---
The sound of the speakers were drown out by the sound of another man screaming as soon human blood painted the white floors of the store a crimson red color. A little girl who appeared to be no older than fourteen-years-old walked down the halls of K-Mart cloaked in a dark gray coat, a long sleeve black shirt underneath with matching dark gray pants and black shoes. The girl clothes were covered in blood, including her face and neck as the warmth of human blood on her face brought a great calm to the vampire known only by the alias 'The Genius'. Security had came on the scene to find the little girl covered in blood and walking, no fear or emotion of any kind on her face. Olivia's eyes were burning red, matching the blood all over her as the security officers slowly approached the child; in the wink of an eye one of the security officers head had been cut in half as his now headless body fell to the ground.
The other security officers looked on in shock while the little girl brought the now blood-stained daggers to her mouth and licked the human blood clean off the blade, eyes still looking at the security officers as she could hear the alarming race of their still-beating heart and the blood pumping through their veins. They turned around and began to run. “Too slow.” Olivia caught up to them in no time, moving at amazing speeds that made her look like a blur, her swings to the simple humans were like an explosion of slashes erupted throughout the air as blood flew through the air as the vampire now stood in a circle of bodies. Bathing in blood and loving the feeling. Olivia just didn't care how many people she killed anymore. As a vampire she got to live a guilt-free life and it was the greatest feeling in the world. Olivia would wipe her face off at least before getting down on her knees and drinking the human blood off the floors of the store before making her way out to the front parking lot.
“Looks like they'll be closed for a while,” she said coldly as she began to wander off through the parking lot before she caught the scent of something else.
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Post by Claudia on May 8, 2010 4:37:28 GMT -7
For so many nights I was plagued with the same debilitating thoughts. Hatred for so many. A burning wrath against every grown woman I set eyes on. How dare they! How dare they have what I never would. If only Louis, my precious Louis, and my damned father Lestat hadn't created me so young. If only Louis had left me to die with my mother. Now I suffered a different plague. One of the soul, if I possessed such a thing. It was cruel to be locked in the body of a child for eternity. I understood why other vampires frowned upon it, more or less outlawed it. And yet I remained as I ever was, and ever more bitter as they years passed.
I'd grown accustomed to taking out my anger on women in the prime of their life. Playing the lost little girl in the dark of night, seeking their comfort before killing them with little mercy. No one had shown mercy to me, no one other than Louis, so why should I ever provide mercy to a mortal, a stranger?
A woman in her late twenties was closing up a clothing store across the street from where I hid in the shadows. Beautiful garments in the windows that I could never wear. It stirred my anger, even as I looked down at my own ensemble. A deep emerald gown of chiffon and silk. Satin mary janes to match, and a velvet cloak a lighter shade of green. I pulled the hood of my cloak up and moved across the street.
As the woman inserted a key into the lock, the faint click of it being put in place, I tugged on her sleeve, willing tears to my eyes as I whined. "Please, I'm lost. Will you help me miss? I can't find my mother anywhere and now it's dark. And I'm afraid." I gazed up at her, tears glimmering in my eyes as I pouted pathetically. I would not cry, bloody tears would not aid me here. I sniffled, rubbing my nose with my sleeve. Disgusting displays of human behavior. I both hated and reveled in being what I was. A monster, in the form of a child.
She met my eyes with compassion, reached out for me as she knelt to my level. My disdain rose along with my hunger. I clung to her, bringing myself close as I mock cried. She held me while I pretended to sob. With no warning, I turned my head into her, keeping up the pretense of crying until the moment I sank my fangs deep. She jerked, stunned, a gasp escaping her. I held tightly and drank deeply. Leaving nothing but the very last drop of blood in her, I pulled back, watching emotionless as she slumped over. A cruel grin spread on my face before I turned, walking away.
My steps were nearly silent, and I hadn't gone far before the scent of blood came to me. It was not from the woman I had just killed, there was far too much of it. I grew curious and moved in that direction. And then I saw her, in the parking lot of a store called K-Mart. A place that by the looks of it alone, I would never frequent. I was raised to appreciate the finer things in life, even in death. She was a child, slightly older than myself. And wonder of wonders, she was a vampire as well. Here I had thought I'd never meet another like myself. One so young, trapped forever as a child. One who could know, without reservation, just how I felt every waking moment of my immortal life. I must speak with her. And so it was that I approached this vampire that was so much like myself, and yet so different. It was she who smelled so strongly of blood, her cheeks flushed with a recent feeding. Had she just massacred the lot of them inside the store? Could she be as malicious as I often tended to be? I could only hope.
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Post by The Genius on May 8, 2010 5:02:03 GMT -7
Olivia had killed them all, every last one of them. She made damn sure there wasn't a single person left alive in that store before coming out. There had even been some low-life vampires in the store enjoying the blood bath until she killed them too. The vampire didn't have an ounce of remorse in her. All those deaths and Olivia didn't give a damn, and why should she? Her days of being human, of being humane was over. They have been dead for years now. Why should she care about how many people she killed? How much blood she consumed in her life? The blood was starting to grow on her, it was the only true pleasure she had in his god-damned life. Olivia, despite the premature body, was a woman deep down inside and as a woman she had all the same urges as other women did. But she could not act on them, even in a place where it would be perfectly legal not many wanted anything to do with a girl who looked so young. It only fueled the fire, the thought that for over two-hundred-years Olivia has never even known the touch of a man.
Olivia now wanted to kill something else. Anything else. It didn't matter what it was, just something to take her mind off the anger and bitterness that was growing worse and worse deep inside her very being. She would get her wish, at least that what she thought at first, once she picked up the scent of a vampire. Olivia hated vampires as much as she hated humans and would not spare one any mercy, however when her eyes looked forward to find the source of the vampire she would end up freezing in her place. Her eyes softening even, as if feeling sadness for the first time in her life since being a damned soul walking the earth. The vampire in front of her now had the same curse as herself, albeit she appeared to be younger, they were still both forever damned in premature bodies for eternity. This would be one vampire Olivia could not kill as her daggers would return to her trench coat.
“Do the gods mock me?” Olivia began to slowly circle the girl, although she didn't show any signs of hostility she didn't show any signs of being friendly either. A part of Olivia wanted to kill the vampire where she stood just to grant her freedom from her curse but she could never do it, for the very same reason she couldn't do herself in a long time ago. Hell sounded so much worse. “They would have me encounter a girl who curse rivals my own. Or maybe they thought I would take comfort in the idea that I wasn't alone in my suffering. Heh comfort. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.” Olivia knew she was rambling but didn't really care right now. “I hope you didn't need anything from the store behind me,” she began while pointing to the K-Mart store, “because they just went out of business.” Having everybody that worked at your store dying could do that.
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Post by Claudia on May 11, 2010 1:50:57 GMT -7
We stared long at each other. Perhaps trying to understand what it was each of us was truly seeing. I'd never thought I'd come across another vampire who could understand my plight. If I were to ever do so, this was as close as I'd come. Though she was older than I, we were both young in appearance, but far older to this world. "I do not believe in gods, mon cher. And if they mock you, they mock me just the same."
My head tilted to one side, blond curls hanging loose now that my hood had fallen. "You soul speaks to me. If you'd kill me, get on with it then. For I have lived too long, and died more than once already. This...", I gestured with my hands at my small frame, then toward her as well, "this is no life. This is damnation. This is agony. Every night is the same, I shall never rise as a grown woman, I shall never, ever grow up. Nor shall you. It fills you with despair, non?"
I nodded curtly, curls bouncing. "The Dark Gift is a curse, to us both. Neither of us will ever have the chance to know what it is to be whole, to be an adult. Countless times I've heard from my fathers that I am to see my plight differently. That due to my appearance alone I am able to kill ruthlessly, luring mortals in with innocence and lies. Seduction will forever lay outside my reach."
A smile curled my cupid bow lips. "Have you then? It's a shame I have missed such an opportunity." To think, in all my years, I'd never done such a thing. Never on that scale. Lestat and I had killed entire families once upon a time. Paris was never so grand. My family was whole. So long before I came to know Lestat as he truly was then. I guess it is possible to change, even for an immortal. For he was no longer the man he'd been then.
"Forgive me. I have been rude. My name is Claudia." I bowed my head slightly by way of an introduction. "Who have I chanced to come across this dismal night? One who is so life myself." Indeed it was a plight we shared, this dark curse. Not of immortality, but of being forever children. And to think, some foolish mortals longed to hang on to their childhood forever. If they only knew the torment that would come with it over time.
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Post by The Genius on May 11, 2010 3:03:50 GMT -7
"I do not believe in gods, mon cher. And if they mock you, they mock me just the same." Olivia would've suggested they were doing far more than just mocking. The other vampire looked younger than she, by at least four years but Olivia had a feeling in her gut the vampire was older than she was. Interesting balance, the one who looks older in appearance being actually younger in reality opposed to the other. "You soul speaks to me. If you'd kill me, get on with it then. For I have lived too long, and died more than once already." “My soul speaks to you...?” mumbled Olivia. Funny, Olivia never thought she had a soul. After all the people she killed, the memories that allowed her to see the faces of the lives she forever changed with the person's death, all of that and never once did Olivia feel remorse for a crime she committed. Not once. You'd think one with a soul would feel remorse. Though she could have meant something else entirely.
Olivia only watched as the other vampire motion to herself and then to her before continuing, "this is no life. This is damnation. This is agony. Every night is the same, I shall never rise as a grown woman, I shall never, ever grow up. Nor shall you. It fills you with despair, non?" Olivia couldn't answer, although she thought the answer was painfully obvious enough and didn't require a verbal response. Olivia did feel despair and it caused her to want to kill a whole bunch of people, human or vampire, just to appease it for a time before it returned. "The Dark Gift is a curse, to us both. Neither of us will ever have the chance to know what it is to be whole, to be an adult. Countless times I've heard from my fathers that I am to see my plight differently. That due to my appearance alone I am able to kill ruthlessly, luring mortals in with innocence and lies. Seduction will forever lay outside my reach." “Those who create us are the worst monsters imaginable.” Even long after his death Olivia still held so much bitterness and hate towards her creator, and she took it out on other vampires that she passes by. If it wasn't for the fact this one was like her, Olivia would have attempted to slaughter her by now.
Seduction didn't lay out of Olivia's reach however. She at least had the benefit of seducing high school boys. Freshman who were 15. They made her forget, even if for a brief moment, that she would never fully blossom into a mature woman. They made her feel somehow alive again, their warmth. They gave her great pleasure she would lose herself in, even keeping some of them alive so she could have something warm in the middle of the night, listening to their heartbeats as she lied there. This girl on the other hand didn't have that benefit at the physical age of 10. Made Olivia feel she had gotten the better deal, and she was at least decent enough not to rub it in her face. "Have you then? It's a shame I have missed such an opportunity." “It's a bit city. There will be other opportunities for genocide.” "Forgive me. I have been rude. My name is Claudia." Olivia arched a brow at the formal way of introduction. Something she hasn't seen in a while. "Who have I chanced to come across this dismal night? One who is so life myself." “Olivia.” Olivia was surprised that she gave her real. Usually she would give an alias of some kind, but something about this girl had managed to convince Olivia to be upfront about her name for once. “Walk with me.”
Olivia began to walk, wanting to get away from the crime scene she had created inside the store before somebody mortal came along and found the bodies. The last thing Olivia was worried about was police but there was a chance said mortal could be a Vampire Hunter of some sorts, and that was the last thing she wanted to deal with right now. “You said my soul speaks to you. What else is it telling you? Is it telling you how much I long for the touch of a man? Or perhaps it's telling you my hatred for my own kind runs so deep I'd of killed you where you stand by now had it not been for your physical appearance.” Olivia felt strangely comfortable about being blunt with this one. “...They taunt us don't they? Women. Matured women. They take their bodies for granted, they don't deserve it. None of them do.”
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Post by Claudia on Jun 16, 2010 22:55:10 GMT -7
She was younger than I, though I, in appearance, was younger than her. And yet we were both far older than our visage would show. Perhaps it was of some benefit that we could use the advantage of looking so innocent, and take what we wanted when revealing our true nature. Appearances, after all, are quite deceiving. We were death. I was known as La Petite Morte, The Little Death. I pondered whether or not I had gained a companion, though we were not yet well aquainted enough to be considered such.
I glared at her, "Oui, your soul, the essence of what you are. I can hear it, feel it. It is....my gift. Much like some of our kind can read thoughts. The Dark Gift brings us all different abilities over time. Does it not?"
Tears formed unbidden in my eyes as she spoke. “Those who create us are the worst monsters imaginable.” I sighed, willing those tears not to fall. "My father's are.... It is complicated. My life was taken by Louis, my love Louis. My gentle father, compassionate, so very human still. But this new life, if you would call it such, was given to me by Lestat. The Father of Lies. He was convinced that I would bring the two back together. I was a pawn. I was killed for being what I am, burned alive with Madeliene. A companion I made Louis create for me. Those that followed Armand have laws set. Laws I was unaware of, as much as Louis. Lestat, if he knew, did not care for laws. He may have cost me what was left of my life. It is forbidden to make one so young as either of us into what we are. Precisely because of what we will eternally be. You and I, we share the same plight. Though I do love my fathers, in some ways." Louis would always be precious to me.
I nodded and joined her as we walked in the night. "It is a pleasure, Olivia. And oui, the city sprawls before us." I grinned. There may be time to form more of a bond with Olivia, as we become what we are, as we take the night for our own. And in her words, bring about genocide. I cast my gaze down at the street as we walked. Her words rang true, and echoed my own internal trials. "Oui mon cher. It says that and more. It resonates within my being. I have died before, and both times I have found my way back. I do not fear death, by any hands."
My eyes narrowed as she spoke again, I raised my head and cast an abberant glance upward. "Beaucoup! Their very existance mock us both, each breath, each sigh they heave is a true abomination. We are not such, and never shall be. My hatred runs deep." A woman's giggle trickled to my ears from a house down the way. A squeel of pleasure followed, both shadowed by a man's low murmur. "See?" I glanced to Olivia as I gestured to the house in question. "At every turn we are plagued by what we shall never be." There was a slight growl to my voice, my hatred playing though my words.
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Post by The Genius on Mar 15, 2012 5:13:35 GMT -7
"Oui, your soul, the essence of what you are. I can hear it, feel it. It is....my gift. Much like some of our kind can read thoughts. The Dark Gift brings us all different abilities over time. Does it not?"
Olivia placed a hand to her chest, clenching the shirt she wore tightly as if expecting to feel the very essence Claudia was reading, to hear what it was muttering to her. But alas the Dark Gift was not meant to bestow such a feat to Olivia. Her eyes then shed a glance into Claudia's trying to see if she could sense her essence but there was nothing but silence. Silence that would only be broken by them.
"My father's are.... It is complicated. My life was taken by Louis, my love Louis. My gentle father, compassionate, so very human still. But this new life, if you would call it such, was given to me by Lestat. The Father of Lies. He was convinced that I would bring the two back together. I was a pawn. I was killed for being what I am, burned alive with Madeliene. A companion I made Louis create for me. Those that followed Armand have laws set. Laws I was unaware of, as much as Louis. Lestat, if he knew, did not care for laws. He may have cost me what was left of my life. It is forbidden to make one so young as either of us into what we are. Precisely because of what we will eternally be. You and I, we share the same plight. Though I do love my fathers, in some ways."
Lestat. Where has she heard that name before?
“Lestat de Lioncourt... Then that would make you---”
Olivia stopped herself and looked away. Simply seeing the child and hearing her name wasn't enough for her mind to put two and two together until Lestat's name was mentioned and she retold a story she has heard before. That meant the Gothic rock star who appeared during the 1980s wasn't just some madman profiting off of the name Lestat. He was real. They were all real. Well, that made reading Interview with the Vampire feel rather intrusive.
“Forgive me. My earlier words have brought you pain.”
"Oui mon cher. It says that and more. It resonates within my being. I have died before, and both times I have found my way back. I do not fear death, by any hands."
“Nor should you. Nor should I. Nothing more pathetic than those who have died fearing what they've already experienced.”
"Beaucoup! Their very existence mock us both, each breath, each sigh they heave is a true abomination. We are not such, and never shall be. My hatred runs deep."
Olivia's lips curled into a smile, the excitement building as the rage brought them closer to the poor unfortunate souls who would feel their wrath. Pleased to have finally found someone that shared her pain and who she could share her anger with. Before now it was only a dream to Olivia. Soon it would become reality.
"See? At every turn we are plagued by what we shall never be."
The Genius' attention went to the house Claudia had motioned to, while speaking, “How would you like to play it?” she asked, turning her gaze back to Claudia, “We could knock on their door pretending to be siblings lost and alone. Pull at their heartstrings before killing them. Or...” Olivia took out one of the daggers she used in the previous genocide and looked it over, “Knock down their door and stab them.” Olivia had the feeling Claudia would choose the classier approach but it was ultimately her decision as she handed the knife to her should she wish to hold on to it.
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