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Post by Tig on Apr 17, 2009 10:23:12 GMT -5
Anya rubbed at her eyes as she moved forward lazily. She was hungry, a terrible clawing at her stomach, demanding she feed, but she didn't want to and ignored it. She haven't fed in a few days, and it showed, she was pale. She caught the scent of the others, and driven by her need to feed, she followed the scent, although, she would fight her desire and not take their blood. If she could fight it just a little longer.
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 17, 2009 11:00:04 GMT -5
Johnny looked back at Tobias and replied, "That guy who accosted us awhile back in the hangar."
Walking back into the city, Veronica spotted a woman in the distance. From what she could see, she appeared in awful condition. Veronica cold barely make her out when she shouted, "Anya!"
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Post by Tig on Apr 17, 2009 11:15:54 GMT -5
Anya lifted her head when she heard someone call her name. She spotted Veronica, that wasn't want she needed, temptation to be right in front of her. Her instincts told her to attack, to feed, but she wouldn't bite her friend. She waved tiredly, a smile upon her lips.
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 17, 2009 12:03:13 GMT -5
Veronica ran to Anya, the poor girl looked like she was on the verge of death. Putting her arm around her, Veronica asked, "You look terrible... What happened?"
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Post by Tig on Apr 17, 2009 12:11:12 GMT -5
Anya shrugged her shoulders. "I'm fine, this is normal." She often ignored her thirst, it was just what she did. "I'm just hungry." Her gaze found the vein in veronica's neck, throbbing wiht life and blood, she had to look away, she could not bite her friend.
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 17, 2009 13:15:09 GMT -5
Veronica looked back at Anya and replied, "Lets go get you something to eat."
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Post by Tig on Apr 17, 2009 13:32:54 GMT -5
Anya shook her head. "I'm fine." She could eat human food, if she wanted to, but unless it was whiskey and cake, she didn't eat. She took in Veronica's scent, she smelled so tasty.
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Post by Trace on Apr 17, 2009 17:19:51 GMT -5
Trace could feel something different about this girl. The one Veronica called Anya. She smelled different as well, different to the other three around him at least.
You dont think?
'No' Trace replied to the voice in his head, ensuring nobody else could hear him. 'She is certainly something different, but not the same as me.'
Then what?
'I dont know, but I have to say she certainly has an enthralling smell about her.'
"Hello" Trace said, holding out a hand to this new girl.
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 22, 2009 1:24:31 GMT -5
Veronica took in the way Anya sniffed her and passed her a look; it was creepy.
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Post by Tig on Apr 22, 2009 14:21:59 GMT -5
Anya blushed a little when Veronica gave her the look. Her gaze shifted to Trace, she shook his hand. "Hi. I'm Anya." She offered a smile.
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Post by Trace on Apr 22, 2009 15:55:49 GMT -5
As their hands connected Trace saw a sudden flash of a figure and the smell of blood overcame him.
Keep it under control.
Trace did so, composing himself quick enough to ensure it was not noticable.
"Nice to meet you Anya, the names Trace. It's a pleasure to see such beauty in a place like this".
What is she?
Trace took his hand away. He didn't know what she was, but it certainly intrigued both him and the voice in his head. And one way or another, he intended to find out.
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Post by Tig on Apr 22, 2009 17:31:50 GMT -5
Anya smirked, amused by his words. "Nice to meet you as well," she replied. She licked at her lips, she tried to ignore her hunger, it clawed at her, demanding, craving, needing. She ran a hand through her hair, it wasn't good to be so close to them, it took every will power she had not to attack and pounce and feed.
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Post by Trace on Apr 22, 2009 17:39:23 GMT -5
Now out of the earshot of any of the others, Trace studied Anya's mannerisms. She looked nervous, possibly worried about something. Trace made sure that nobody else could hear, and asked Anya directly what he was thinking.
"So, what did you do to end up here? Everybody else seems to have something... lets say different about them. I'd say special if it didn't seem so messed up."
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Post by Tig on Apr 22, 2009 17:47:25 GMT -5
She arched a brow at his question. End up where? Anya simply shrugged, watching him curiously. She wasn't entirely sure what he meant. "I exist."
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Post by Trace on Apr 22, 2009 17:52:29 GMT -5
"We all exist, or at least thats what we believe. But how did you arrive here, in the city that seems so grim and soul destroying. I dont know if you've noticed, but the only people who seem to be able to make a conscious thought in this city are either the crazies, or us."
Dont say it.
"If there's a difference at all."
You went and said it.
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