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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 16, 2008 22:16:27 GMT -8
"Ah, but after I state that I don't drink, it will eventually go to the blame game," Eve said, shaking a mocking finger in his direction. She still had yet to drop her expression of complete innocence, but then again, the eyes ruined it all. The eyes spoke of the devil, you could say. Reckless, sarcastic, and hardened. "And then there would be some happy medications, more visits, and finally a padded room. Maybe they'll even do some of that namby pamby hypnosis crap as well!"
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Post by shinigami on Jul 16, 2008 22:34:49 GMT -8
Darren finds himself halfway to liking Eve. And that makes him want to kill something; possibly her. It's the eyes, maybe.
"You do understand that head shrinkers aren't magic, right?" he says, lifting both eyebrows. "What do you think they're going to do for you if you don't want to be locked away or given medication? Wave their magic crazy be gone wand?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 16, 2008 22:41:47 GMT -8
"Well, I could always just black out and take care of it that way," Eve said with a shrug. She leaned forward and gave him a crooked smile. "I always get myself out of tricky situations. I don't know how I do it, but I do. If I don't want to do something, I won't. End of story."
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Post by shinigami on Jul 16, 2008 23:06:52 GMT -8
He can do math. He can put two and two together. Clearly, this Eve girl: she blacks out, and then she becomes whatever it is she was the night before, and she goes looking for trouble. But why? He'd like to know.
They're caught in traffic, now. Darren strokes his chin, musingly, still eying her sidelong. "I see."
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 16, 2008 23:15:05 GMT -8
Eve gave him an odd look, tilting her head slightly to the side in a speculative manner, before she accepted his short words and leaned her forehead down on her knee cap. She hadn't had a headache this bad since the days she lived with her dad. But she was ignoring it, fighting the pain. Only bad things could come of it if she were to just give in.
But unbeknown to her, she was only making Hunter furious. She wanted out. She didn't trust Darren one bit... he infuriated her. And she didn't want him getting close to Eve with their Fate problem. But Eve wasn't following direction like she normally did. Usually it was easy to gain control, but for some reason her stupid present self was fighting back. Aargh!
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Post by shinigami on Jul 16, 2008 23:27:48 GMT -8
Darren's gaze flicks from Eve to the street in front of him. Then back to Eve. Then back to the street. He says, "Looks like we're here."
Then, because he has come to a decision (shh), and because he is the most arrogant, most self-righteous, most completely assured of his place as the center of the world creature that Eve is ever likely to admit, and that includes some Gods, he says,
"What time do you want me to pick you up?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 16, 2008 23:39:51 GMT -8
Eve picked her head up, and despite the pounding on her brain, she smirked, a mischievous glint lighting up her eyes. "Well, if I told you all the answers," she said, "Where would the fun be in that? You'll just have to guess."
And with one of those mysterious smiles, that were quite like the one's that the hunter part of her used, she ducked quickly out of the car and ran for the entrance.
Out of breath, and more than a little flustered, she practically fell against the receptionist desk. The receptionist didn't bat an eyelash, so used to the crazies was she. And then the shrink.... oh, it went just as she thought. A lot of 'How does that make you feel?' questions. So many that by the end of it all she was just about ready to lunge across the room and smack him silly.
And he'd tried to get her to talk about her family... that just wasn't happening. She was glad she could stall long enough that her hour was over and she didn't need to bring up any details. Only problem was, all the stalling had gotten her nowhere, and she was stuck with another appointment.
"Lot of good those head shrinkers are," she grumbled, kicking a vending machine in the lobby that had just decided to steal her candy. "Oh. My. God. GIVE ME MY CANDY!"
And that's when she lost her temper and started kicking the glass front....
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Post by shinigami on Jul 18, 2008 23:27:39 GMT -8
In a perfect world Darren Mueller (who was born to power, to privilege, so many days ago that none remember except historians and other creatures like himself) wouldn't ever get bored. He wouldn't feel a connection with a human -- and not just any human, but an insane human. Ha, ha, God. Very funny.
He wouldn't feel a connection at all; love, true love, such as the soulmate connection offers, love that breaks all boundaries, love that conquers all -- well, who would want that?
But there is one unalterable truth: the world seems a little more perfect when Darren Mueller is around. At least until he asserts himself. Eve is banging on the candy machine, banging, banging, kicking, kicking, when perhaps she becomes aware of a certain form of regard. Intensifying, narrowing. Darren? is lounging in a chair, reading a magazine.
He'd waited, it looks like. And he is perfectly content to sit and wait a little longer until her temper tantrum with the candy machine is over, or she gets taken away by somebody.
Yes, content. Let's call him that.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 19, 2008 23:00:40 GMT -8
((Ugh... work is kickin' my butt. Sorry if it takes me a while to post. I haven't eaten since yesterday and I've been working my bum off... Must gets EATS! Lol.))
Eve hadn't noticed Darren, nor had Hunter. What Hunter HAD noticed, was Eve's anger, and her irritableness that came from hunger. And when Eve was angry, it meant Hunter could slip in the easier. Score one for Hunter.
All Eve knew was one second she was kicking the vending machine, angry at her money being stolen by an idiotic piece of machinery, and the next, blinding pain shot through her skull, sending her pitching forward into the machine, darkness falling around her.
A few seconds of stillness, and Hunter straightened, in full control. Her movements were unnaturally precise and graceful. Inhuman, you could say. But she wasn't saying anything just yet. She stared at her reflection in the glass of the vending machine for a moment, disdain curving her lips at knowing Eve would not have any weapons on her person. But at least there was comfort in the clothing, and ease of moving, to fight.
As if to test it out, she sent her fist through the weak point of the glass, shattering it with only a few minor cuts to her person. And grabbed the stoled candy. Justice in small places, you could say...
No need to worry about security. She could run, she supposed. Or fight. Then Eve would never be able to come back here again. She would never be any closer to knowing about the Old Soul part of her. Just as Hunter wanted.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 20, 2008 18:25:15 GMT -8
And then she goes berserk.
Darren sits up, just a little, quietly -- and he knows how to be as quiet as a fall of shadow, does Darren -- closing the magazine. He raises an eyebrow the merest fraction-of-an-inch and glances down the hall, at the secretary behind the counter. His expression, which is one of gentle question, asks whether-or-not this is a frequent occurence at this establishment.
Then the secretary forgets to look over.
"Well, well. Feeling violent again, are we?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 20, 2008 20:26:33 GMT -8
Hunter turned slowly around, raising an eyebrow at Darren before throwing the candy bar at the frantic secretary.
With a smirk, she brushed past Darren, giving him no answer or attention. Treating him like she didn't care one bit about his presence. And she didn't! It was Eve who was the dummy, not her, and no one would get her to admit otherwise.
Security came barelling down the hallway and she pointed behind her at Darren, putting a mask of angelic innocence on her face as she said, "He did it! He broke the vending machine!"
And as they ran past her, stupid enough to believe her, she ducked out the exit and prepared to run.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 20, 2008 21:41:21 GMT -8
"Sir, you'll come with us."
That's what the first security guard says to Darren -- demands of Darren. Darren, who blinked when she pointed at and accused him. The shape of his gaze is boyish, and young, and unamused. Men do not usually make demands on Darren. Because even human men have an instinct for leader-of-the-pack, even humans can feel when something's too much for them to handle.
And yet, a demand. Darren glances at the secretary, and he can see Eve's pale hair flick up from the corner of his eye as she escapes through the door. He wishfully considers how he'd done away with the secretary's memories of seeing Eve ruin the candy machine, and then he stands up. He may have taken the memory of Eve from the woman, but she still remembers him sitting there, innocent of any violence (ha, ha).
"Gentlemen. Ask that woman." Dismissive. "I had nothing to do with it." Then he shoulders past them, to follow Eve -- her, the woman, she. Of course, of course, of course a security guard tries to stop him.
And the security guard is stopped, in turn, when Darren pauses to look at him and say, "No." Then Darren jogs -- lopes, almost, but human speed, graceful, yes, but still, so human -- an athlete, maybe, a top athlete, but masquerade outside.
He hopes she hasn't disappeared.
He also hopes she isn't going to drop on him from above with an axe.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 20, 2008 22:03:56 GMT -8
If Hunter had any weapons on her, her first instinct would have been to drop down and attack. Another would have been to steal his car, if she didn't think she could outrun one. Eve, even as her present self, had always been quicker than normal, stronger, more durable. And only Hunter knew why. It all stemmed back to the past life, a life when she had been above such pitiful humans, only to be killed by her own family for her reckless behaviors.
A quick glance behind her showed that Darren was running after her. Gaining her without effort, while he tried to look human. Hunter had no qualms about ruining the masquerade. She only wanted to get back to Eve's rooms, and the false bottom of her trunk where most of her weapons were stored. So she picked up pace. It was a small effort, and she gracefully jumped onto the hoods of cars, dove around people moving through the parking lot, quicker than imaginable. It was just slightly above human, no where near a true vampire, but quick enough to shock many. Quick enough that she was gaining distance between her and Darren. For now.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 20, 2008 23:17:42 GMT -8
Darren -- who is as patient as a spider, spinning -- shakes his head slightly. He's tempted to throw something at her; make her fall into traffic. Maybe it'd even be enough to make him laugh; he feels in need of a good laugh, just now. But what he also feels is this: a certain sensitivity to his teeth, a certain singing in his blood, and this is because he is the quintessential hunter, and she is running from him.
Humans have the advantage. With the rules, the stay-hidden, don't-let-them-know rules. He doesn't catch up; she even puts more distance between them. Darren is at his ease, really; he isn't breathing hard, he could go forever. (He has forever, after all.) He's just trailing her. It's not easy, but it is easy. And he's not bothering to hide it, either, and at some point she crosses a street, and a truck roars between them, and when the truck is gone -- well, so is he.
Except, of course, he's not. It's late, now, and there are long shadows, and he took the opportunity to duck into an alley, to scale its wall as if the wall were stairs, because from up high he can watch which way she goes -- as long as he can see her.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 20, 2008 23:25:53 GMT -8
Hunter took a chance to look behind her again, only to find he was gone. But she didn't think for a moment she'd lost him. He was a vampire, the worst, and could outrun her easily. He was even more of a hunter, like she'd been long ago.
Gritting her teeth, she whipped her head forward again. A few blocks more was all she needed to get back to Eve's home. She sprinted, putting all of her energy into running around cars, and pedestrians. At one point a car almost hit her, slammed on it's breaks. But she didn't stop. She sailed up onto it's hood and jumped over to the other side. Not once did she break her stride, her easy lope across the streets. Well, seemingly easy, but really she was starting to perspire, starting to gasp for breath. But she still kept on going.
By the time she reached Eve's home, there was a stitch in her side. She didn't waste time on locks and keys, instead choosing to dive head first through the front window. Only to have her head crash into the hardwood floor when she miscalculated the distance. And then everything was black... again.
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