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Post by DepTh on Apr 9, 2008 7:32:03 GMT -5
:::Adelia Cunnane:::
Caffeine. It probably wouldn’t be enough to cure the wariness that now ambushed Dee completely, but as long as it was enough to stop her from collapsing in the street it would be perfect. So she headed into the coffee shop, a place which lately she had become a regular customer. Heading past the counter, Dee nodded to the now familiar waitress to make sure she was aware she was there so she could get her some coffee. Once certain that she had seen her, she turned and moved in the direction of the table that she always sat, only to find it occupied by a family which included two small children which surprised her. New York was not the place to raise your children, with all that went on here it was a wonder that these adults hadn't packed up all the contents of their homes and left for a safer destination.
Searching the room with a quick sweep of her eyes, Dee saw that there were still a lot of empty tables, but it was none of these that her eyes settled on. The name meant nothing to her - although she suspected she may have heard it mentioned once or twice on the street - but the way that the name scarred the boys arm reminded her horribly of the initials hidden under the bands she had around her wrists. Then realising she knew the boy as well - well she didn't really him, more knew of him - Dee ignored the empty seats and went straight towards Jermic instead.
"Hey. You're Jermic, right?" Even in her ears these words had sounded lame, but she could not see anything else to be said. Maybe if she had had some actual contact with Jermic before this would be a little easier. Realising that Jermic probably didn't even know who she was she quickly introduced himself. "I'm Dee... I know you from school." Pathetic, trully pathetic. Dee could kick herself for how stupid she must be sounding. She wasn't even completly sure why she had chosen to come embarrass herself like this. Sure Jermic had scars that were slightly similar to hers, but that meant nothing. Any thought that had gone through her head about maybe her having something in common with this boy was stupid. Jermic was more likely a disturbed teen rather then a witch... She had never heard anything about him being one.
But then again. It wasn't as if she let on to anyone that she was one. She hid all of her scars, and carried a minimal amount of weapons with her. The way she dressed during the day was not the way that any witch would dress. In fact, what Jermic was wearing was more likely what a witch would wear then the lighter colours that would stand out so easily in the dark that Dee had. And that scar. Dee could not get the scar out of her mind.
Spotting what Jermic was reading, Dee decided to test him. If he was just a normal teenager then Dee should be able to find out easy enough. "Pretty crazy stuff, ey?" She said this while nodding towards the newspaper. "Does anyone actually expect us to believe that?" She watched Jermic carefully, not wanting to miss anything that would tell her who he really was.
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Jermic K. Delson
Vampire Sired Into Black Line
What do you see when your in the dark and the demons come for you..
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Post by Jermic K. Delson on Apr 9, 2008 14:42:41 GMT -5
Casually his finger creased down from his eye to his lip where a scar had forever cut him. It was a scar that his own father place upon him, to let him know who he was dealing with and what he was up against. Ceven had never merged in Jermics line of view since he was changed. In a way, Jermic knew he was out there, watching his only successful project of a son that took on the Black Line better than the others ever accomplished.
Taking a deep breath, Jermic lifted up his head, remembering where he was. Today he was dressed still in his black self. Though, his shirt was a gray color with black vines that ran in all directions. Still with his trench coat, black jeans, and black boots...Jermic kept his style as close to him as possible. He did not wish to change for anyone, even the sight of his prey.
Lifting up his coffee, Jermic inhaled the heavy stench of coffee grounds, and caramel that they decided to throw in. Still, it was enough to quench his thirst and his temptation to kill. Pulling away from the humans, his eyes caught onto a bystander that looked for a place to sit. Beneath his dark sunglasses, he narrowed his hollow eyes. Jermic had seen her around, heard of stories through is vampiric families of the witch and Core Line merging. In a way, the witches were sicken at the thought, but they did nothing to show their disgust. Jermic supposed death was an option, but that was just his method of thinking.
This made him smile, and in time as the girl spoke to him. His head moved up to look at her, and nodded at that. He would not lie about his identity, there was no reason. in the back of his head, Jermic could just see his mother and father replaying the disease that cost Jermic to be so damned. Hearing the stories of Nia and her collapse..while Ceven controlled her until her last bit of her fled. Jermic thought about the witch and her vampriic boyfriend...the images amusing him.
Out of his thoughts, Jermic looked down at the newspaper sitting infront of him. He had been reading about a mysterious murder within some business building. Jermic had wondered if Ceven was the cause of it, yet...there were no traces of anything. No symbols to be found, blood forms of anyway. nothing. Ceven had a way of leaving his marks were he went too...but he was to good for his own. Leaving Jermic bewildered. "I'll say." Jermic replied, before glancing back up at Dee. "Now in these days, people shove so much information down your throat its hardly to say if its believable or not. I would not second guess one of our kind lays in the belly of a lab somewhere to be poked and tested to prove who we are." Jermic said truthfully, glancing up at her again with his dark shades to cover his hollow eyes. "Dee. Better known as Adelia." He had guessed, a smile slipping from his lips.
Looking away from her, he watched some of the humans in their busy little worlds. Running so quickly in and out of the coffee shops, their technology making noises at all ends, and yet...the constant gossip that just sounded the same. "You stop ad think sometimes...God, we could be one of them. And yet, you watch and you can't help but chuckle. There are things that go bump in the night, and soon..some of these people will understand and learn. Oh yes, I have been to IronWood many times for small projects of my own. It just makes me laugh time to time Ms. Cunnane." Jermic had told her, his tone filled with amusement at all ends. "What can I do for you my dear? Is there a reason you are so close to I?" Jermic asked, casually and yet..his amusment never left his tone.
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Post by Adelia Cunnane on Apr 9, 2008 20:06:07 GMT -5
Dee watched Jermic carefully, making sure to keep her true emotions far from the surface. She had to make sure he didn't guess her true intentions or he might catch her off guard.
"I personally believe that all that rubbish in the papers is nothing but a bunch of overblown nonsense. Vampires, and lycans running amuck in New York? " she said, her eyes never leaving his. When he mentioned their kind she dropped her sly tone.
"Your kind maybe. It's a little harder for you to hide what you are than us. I agree with you though. Society hasn't changed much in the last several centuries has it Jermic?"
"Dee. Better known as Adelia."
"Sharp as ever I see. But it's Dee. Being called Adelia makes me feel like I'm being chastised. So I don't use it any more."
She listened to him as he continued on. She didn't share his amusement with the human race...probably because essentially she WAS human. She grew up with humans.....she protected humans. At the mention of Ironwood, her control slipped just slightly and her eyes turned a sharp green. Trying to keep the anger down, she forced herself to breathe normally. Her suspicions were confirmed. He had sent his share of victims there.
"What can I do for you my dear? Is there a reason you are so close to I?"
"Actually..."she said "There is one teensy thing you can do for me." she smiled her sweetest smile, and kept her eyes on his, even as her hand slipped up the long sleeve of her black crushed velvet dress. In one swift move, she his hand with her right hand, slipped her silver blade from her wrist, and with her left hand, stabbed it into his so hard, the blade went through his hand and stuck in the table. She put her arm over his injured hand covering the wound and black blood from the eyes of the curious humans in the coffee shop. "You can tell me why I shouldn't kill her right here and now." She stared him down, a dangerous gleam in her eye. "I KNOW you're the reason that the hunters came after the twins and me. I haven't been in town long enough to piss anyone off, so I know someone put them up to it. And after a little mind digging, I kept coming back to you. " He was struggling to get his hand off the knife so she used her mind to heat the blade up fire hot. "Tell me Jermic, why would you do something like that? Got something against the twins? Or me? Maybe Jenny? Tell me or I swear to God I'll kill you here and now."
((OK Kinda lame ending but...there you go )
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Jermic K. Delson
Vampire Sired Into Black Line
What do you see when your in the dark and the demons come for you..
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Post by Jermic K. Delson on Apr 9, 2008 22:27:19 GMT -5
Even as he mentioned Ironwood, his eyes had glanced up at her taking note of the anger flooding in them. And as the room seemed to shift into a new atmosphere, he prepared for what came next. His eyes glanced from her to watch her hand, this was the risks for doing "favors" for others. Why he continued to be such a giver to things was beyond him. And yet, in a way, he was almost amused the way he tended to out of the way for others.
He saw the Silver first, before her hand. As the blade went through him, he let out a loud piercing screech of a scream. It had sent a few humans to follow his scream at the sound of it. His head shot to the side, instinctively to pull away, loosing his sunglasses in the process. His eyes, were a bright garnet red, almost as if it glowed. Though he would not let this woman torment him as others would try to do. Jermic had let her speak what she wanted to say. He did not move, and forced himself to not flinch. By now the pain was going numb, to where it was nothing.
But he thought of that to soon...soon fire bursted into his skin, making the pain unbearable. If he was sane enough he would scream, struggle and make it worse. He could go into a rage, and have this bitch win. Jermic casually stood up, his eyes brighter than they were before, and when his lips refused to stay closed...his teeth looked as they they were all fangs, not just his canines. His head dropped, while his free hand rested beside his own. Jermic laughed. Not just for the pain he was getting infront of his prey, nor the fact that here he stood beside the witch he had sent hunters against, but that his thoughts he had before this all happened were going to start hitting him-literally at that.
His head lifted up, still laughing, his teeth were shown how they had shifted from his normal teeth to spears like fangs for teeth. Once he let his laughing fade he spoke up, "Okay Ms. Cunnane. You want my word?" He asked, but it was only rhetorical. "But first...My turn." At this, he took her hand that held the blade, quickly releasing his own...his injuried hand now to her throat. Backing her up, he roughly and intensely slammed her into the counter. From the distance people yelled at them. But their words were a blur. His other hand held her free one down, pinning her so. His head leaned closer to her neck, his spear teeth quickly biting into her neck, hard like his previous victims. He drank. How he wished to take fully of her, but then the game would be unfair. And he would have the Twins come looking for him...something he wished not.
Lifting up his head, his red eyes stared down at the long strands of blood dripping down her neck. A smile creeped onto his face, but if he drank...he would have no choice but to feed. No. Not in the daylight..."I will tell you my word, on one condition My lady. If you do not play any more tricks with me. If you wish to speak of me, speak to me with words not weaponry. Do no forget who you are speaking of and to." Pausing, Jermic thoughts his words carefully before he continued. He moves were wise as any. "I have nothing against your dear cousin, Jenny. However, she was one of the few I visited often. And yet, it was quite a turn out when after I stopped visiting her...she still lashed out on her own host vampire. Curious I may say." He paused to lick off some blood as he thought down his words.
"I am a sucker for doing favors, I guess you can put it." Sarcastically he sighed. "Others seeked me out, asked of my advice. Some were even wise enough to wave around Silver Blades and threaten to chop my poor wings off as if I'm some angel escaping my lands." He shook his head a little, "It seems that they always send out the demons to do the dirty work. Favors yes...I wonder now why I'm always pulled into bullshit that does not deal with I. And yet, they dare to threaten me with such weaknesses I muster. I am going to let you up now, if you wish to stab me I am defenseless, or if you rather have me continue you will let me speak. The choice is yours." As he took his hands away, his eyes shifted color. From his crude bright red to a dark navy blue. His eyes fell down to the stab wound, noticing now his hand twitched and blood continued to drip. Sighing, he dropped his hand without a care, and yet...stared at Dee in the eyes. Waiting.
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Post by Adelia Cunnane on May 14, 2008 1:37:51 GMT -5
Dee didn't dare to blink, hardly dared to breathe, she kept eyes firmly on the dangerous Demon-Vamp in front of her, her hand digging the knife ever deeper into his hand. She didn't move as he screeched out in pain. She pulled the knife out quickly as he jerked his hand back. She cleaned the knife quickly on her dress and slipped it back into her wrist holder. She watched his face contort with laughter and knew she was in trouble. His teeth looked like shark teeth, all of them. His sunglasses had come off when he jerked before, and his eyes were a horrific red color.
Shit...Good going Dee she yelled at herself. She stood poised, ready to fight off any pending attack.
"Okay Ms. Cunnane. You want my word?" he asked after his laughter faded. Knowing he wasn't really ASKING, she kept her mouth shut. She felt, rather than saw him move, and figured she'd gotten her shot in, he was entitled to his. When he grabbed her neck with his injured hand, she didn't so much as blink. When backed her up and slammed her into the counter, she flinched, but didn't make a sound. When he leaned in and sank his teeth into her neck she hissed in pain. And she felt the first real trickle of fear in the pit of her stomach. This wasn't like when Ben had fed on her before. That hadn't hurt at all and was necessary, this.....scared her. She didn't FEEL like she was being drained, but her neck felt like it was on fire. Humans were beginning to surround them and someone screamed. Other's were shouting at them, but she kept her attention focused completely on Jermic.
I will tell you my word, on one condition My lady. If you do not play any more tricks with me. If you wish to speak of me, speak to me with words not weaponry. Do no forget who you are speaking of and to."
She nodded slowly in agreement. But the anger burned behind her eyes. Dee forced herself to keep in control. She would NOT get into a full out brawl with him here in the middle of the day in front of humans. Then she'd be no better than him.
"I have nothing against your dear cousin, Jenny. However, she was one of the few I visited often. And yet, it was quite a turn out when after I stopped visiting her...she still lashed out on her own host vampire. Curious I may say."
That made her temper flare, with her free hand, she slipped her knife out of it's hiding place and pressed the tip to his heart and pressed hard enough that she pierced the skin through his shirt and felt a small wet spot through his shirt. "Keep your fucking ass AWAY from my cousin, or I WILL kill you" she ground out through clenched teeth." She closed her eyes and willed her anger to recede. Through sheer force of will, and remembering Jermic's earlier words about talking by not using her weapons. She slowly slid the knife back inside her sleeve. "Watch it Jermic. I'm not one to be fucked around with" Her sharp green eyes glittered with anger simmering just below the surface.
She listened to Jermic as he began to speak again, and could feel her own blood sliding down her neck.
"I am a sucker for doing favors, I guess you can put it." Sarcastically he sighed. "Others seeked me out, asked of my advice. Some were even wise enough to wave around Silver Blades and threaten to chop my poor wings off as if I'm some angel escaping my lands." He shook his head a little, "It seems that they always send out the demons to do the dirty work. Favors yes...I wonder now why I'm always pulled into bullshit that does not deal with I. And yet, they dare to threaten me with such weaknesses I muster. I am going to let you up now, if you wish to stab me I am defenseless, or if you rather have me continue you will let me speak. The choice is yours."
Dee looked at him, watching his eyes change from the bright red color to a dark navy blue. When he released her, she stood tall and proud, and pondered her choices for a moment. She reached out and grabbed his hand, chanting in her head she healed the painful wound she had inflicted, and, then spoke another incantation to wipe the memories of those in the coffee shop with them. She was getting to good at that. When she finished she turned to him again.
"if you want to talk to me, then fine. But let's do it someplace a little more discrete. So many humans around isn't conducive for this kind of conversation. Sounds to me like you have gotten yourself in a shit of a mess. Who knew the great Jermic was a sucker for "helping" others." she said, the sarcasm dripping from her lips. She grabbed his had and led him to the door. "Let's go."
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Jermic K. Delson
Vampire Sired Into Black Line
What do you see when your in the dark and the demons come for you..
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Post by Jermic K. Delson on May 15, 2008 18:52:59 GMT -5
Amusement filled every vein, an artery inside his body. Having this witch tail him down so, was a turn of his day. And yet, he had thought about resting in his tomb too. No, sleep could wait after feeding. A smile crossed his lips as he felt the metal touch him in the chest, while she threatened his undeadness with toys. "You know, Ms. Cunnane," He started, but then glanced over at the humans. Grinning, he decided to let his words wait.
As he backed away from her, he kept his body still, and calm. For a moment, he had blinked when she grabbed his hand, already starting to speak in some sort of language he did not know. Witches were clever with their magic that way. Glancing down at his hand, he watched as the hole in his hand disparted, mending it all as if nothing happened. Then the humans had calmed down, and sat back to their original states just like how they were while he was watching them.
Once she had finished her voodoo, Jermic shook off her hand not liking her touch. "if you want to talk to me, then fine. But let's do it someplace a little more discrete. So many humans around isn't conducive for this kind of conversation. Sounds to me like you have gotten yourself in a shit of a mess. Who knew the great Jermic was a sucker for "helping" others." Jermic turned away form her to pick up his sunglasses again, placing them over his colored eyes to sheath away the world once more. "My dear, you honestly do not know me quite well, do you?" He shot back, smirking..his fangs showing. "Come on hunny." Jermic told her, starting to lead her. For a moment, when he got to the door, he watched her curious if she felt safe enough to follow him. Grinning, his hand went to his lips, licking away the remains of the black blood.
Outside, Jermic headed where the sun was at his back, not infront of him. "You know, Ms. Cunnane, long ago Ceven Black had told I..if you really want to get in this world, and know your strengths. Do not lead into madness against metal, but use what strengths you muster." For a moment, he turned to look at her, smirking. "In your case, Ceven would call you a coward, weakling, and damn right amusing for using weapons when you and I both know you carry a hum of sweet, nourishing magic inside that dark blood of yours. " Nodding, Jermic felt content at his words.
"And you must know, that I try not to play favorites against both of my kinds. Demon nor vampire. But I connect better with the demons. Vampires have egos bigger than any of these worthless humans. It sickens me time to time. Which is why, I made my home not in Blood Droplet period." For a moment, he glanced at her. "I did get myself into a mess. Though, it seems now everyone has their eye out for any sort of movement in the shadows. Not just hunters, it seems that try to put a blade in me anymore. One of my kinds are turning their backs on me for I am not considered a true vampire. I follow traditional values that Ceven forced into his fledging way back when. Siring vampires just seems so different when I look back on it, and remember." Stopping now, Jermic montioned his hand leading her into a dark alleyway, then leading that to a old warehouse.
Lifting up his sunglasses, he set them in his trench, his eyes taking the color of a vampires hollow gaze. The blackness looking eternal, almost empty. Slowly, he slid off his trench, to set it onto an old table somewhere. From his neck, all the way down his arms showed several silver bladed scars of all sorts, and yet...some of his markings looked like his skin was sizzled off, like a 2nd degree burn. Sitting down on the ground, Jermic slowly slid a moving mouse to him, traping him inside his hand. The little mouses red eyes stared around panicked as Jermic grinned, watching him.
"Vampires have been on the hunt lately, to take my Line out. Some are trying to look for Ceven, but I do not think they will have much success. Ceven is very sly when it comes to shaking off those. My vampiric kind is now on the hunt for I, as I told you. Though they do not wish to kill me instantly. They feel, I need to be locked away, panicked as this mouse is right now. Some vampires know of my past, and will not hesiate to use that against I. Which, makes me quite uncomfortable." At this, his hand lowered onto the mouse a little, while his hollow eyes looked straight into Dees for the first time.
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