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Post by ancientevil on Oct 22, 2007 15:29:25 GMT -5
The name he had given himself echoed off the man's lips and Rayn's eyes rose to stare at the wall in front of him. There was no point looking back at them at this point in time and his hand gripped the broken coffin to the point the material crushed within his grasp. "You do not have permission to use that name, call me Rayn nothing more and nothing less," his voice held anger that laced itself within every word. He also didn't have to look to know that Rabecca was seeking shelter in the man she called her new lover, it was clear to him where she wanted to be, at least for now. Turning to stare directly at Scott, his once chocolate orbs held a dark crimson twirling witnin his glare, "Now get out of my tomb," he hissed, "Get out and take Rabecca with you, I'm sure you two will make a lovely couple." Emotions ran rampent, it was perhaps a weakness of his bloodline, feeling emotions more stronger than any other person, living or dead and it also gave Rayn a nasty attitude, specially when he was mad.
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Post by scottturner on Oct 22, 2007 15:35:58 GMT -5
Scott held Becca tightly in his arms. They acted as a shelter holding her in only to gaze on the evils on the outside. Scott rested his jaw atop her head while he caressed her back. Scott felt a flare in Rayn's emotions and Scott smirked. He looked to him "Oh but from what I understand this is a grand reunion and you guys just barely started...bonding" Scott again said sarcastically. This guy started all these little mind games and that was Scott's turf...the mind. "I will only leave if Becca wants to...other than that I do belief this is BECCA'S cemetery and not yours" Scott said kissing the top of Becca's head.
Scott looked to him "Sorry did I offend you in any way...If you are a friend of Becca's you are a friend of mine" Scott said again with a sarcastic smile slapped on his face. He was sending fury with empathy at Rayn and now that he was not an emotional train wreck he had full control over them again.
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Post by becca on Oct 22, 2007 15:44:33 GMT -5
Becca pulled away from Scott anger evident in her face, just because she had sought shelter in his arms didn't mean he could use her to make Rayn angry or upset him in anyway. He was right, this was her cemetery and she'd made that painfully clear to those who'd tried to take it away from her over the long years. She placed her hands on her hips giving Scott the chiding look he deserved the one that clearly stated 'Your being a child.'
She looked at the cold wall and she too felt the sun rising. She carefully made her way towards Rayn touching his hand gently, before holding it and smiling weakly. She looked at Scott then back at Rayn. "Are you going back to sleep? I'd like to catch up as soon as possible..." She said her gentle blue eyes all for Rayn, she gave him a pleasant squeeze of her hand firm on his her smile brightening.
"If its alright with Scott that is. Can I catch up with him?"She said throwing his sarcasm back at him, she didn't need anyones permission to do as she pleased not Rayn's and not Scott's, she was asking more or so to humor his masculinity then anything else, sooth his ego if you will.
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Post by ancientevil on Oct 22, 2007 15:55:46 GMT -5
Closing his eyes at Scott's reply, he almost wanted to throw him right out the door but than he felt hands upon his own. Opening his eyes slowly, he stared at Becca. She was perhaps the one person that could help him calm down from anything and that was certainly saying something due to Rayn's ragging emotions. Her question of sleep, it wasn't going to happen and Mashadar knew this, his slumber of a thousand years was enough sleep for a long time and that was very clear, "Not today or for a long time," he replied to her.
Watching as she asked Scott, he couldn't help but give a soft laugh from her mocking tone. Sliding his hand away from hers, he turned around and pushed his coffin off its place, letting it crash against the cement. Hopping onto the pedestal, he sat there with his legs hanging off and rested his back against the cold tomb. Each hand rested on either side of him, pressing his palms against the stone curious to see Scott's reaction to Becca's free spirit, if he even caught onto it. Rayn was quite use to it and it was one of the things he loved about her, he could never demand her to do anything, merely ask that she do it, of course, he still demanded it and when it didn't get done, he didn't care. She knew his demands where simply his way of asking, at least to wards her is how they were and his eyes rested back on Scott, "This may be her graveyard, but this is my resting ground. I'm more welcomed here than you ever will be." Than Rayn could feel the man's attempt at trying to ferrite him and a malicious smirk began to play over his lips. Scott wanted him to be in a fury, he'll get it. Hopping off the pedestal, he began to slowly move across the cement of the tomb and soon he stood directly in front of Scott, "Get out of my tomb, boy before I make you." His threat was real, this child was becoming a mere annoyance and if he dared speak again, Rayn would personally rip out his vocal cords.
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Post by scottturner on Oct 22, 2007 16:05:22 GMT -5
Scott rolled his eyes at Becca's remark of being childish. Scott then heard Rayn speak and it disgusted him. He looked at him and rolled his eyes deliberately and then looked back to Becca and gave the 'Go ahead and do as you want look' He then forced as cheesy smile and started to communicate with her telepathically. First of all he started it... but, go ahead do what you want. Just...just be careful and don't stay too long, for me?, he telepathically told her. He then looked at Rayn and spoke telepathically to him too...I dare you. Scott then turned around and took two steps out of the tomb and disappeared in a shimmer of black orbs.
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Post by becca on Oct 22, 2007 16:31:44 GMT -5
Becca gave an exasperated snarl. "Men! Can't live with 'um can't live without 'um. Your both so childish." She said with another chiding smile as she mounted the space that Rayn had previously occupied snuggling into the spot smiling adorably at him. She pread her legs and patted her thighs lightly her skirt shifting and hiking up revealing more of her legs.
She stretched her arms up and smiled faintly, she was feeling like teh child she had been when she had first met Raphael, ofcourse after she had made the deal with that demon to give her eternal life she'd been trapped in her 16 year old body. She looked at said man and giggled softly covering her painted lips a blush flaring to her cheeks. God, what was wrong with her? She shook her head sending all those long blonde curls flying around her face to settle in messy waves around her helping her hands hide her face.
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Post by ancientevil on Oct 22, 2007 16:41:40 GMT -5
Turning around as Scott finally left the tomb and the area, he smiled softly watching as Becca got onto his pedestal and spread her legs. Closing his eyes softly, he shook his head while his tongue lapped over his lips, "You're still the little girl I knew all those years ago," he laughed softly. Moving towards her he could remember how being sixteen ment you were an adult way back than, and now it was probably different in some cultures, but he could have cared less. Sliding in between her legs, his arms wrapped around her neck and he let his chocolate orbs fade back in as the crimson snaked away, "So, is this how you catch up with old friends now," he questioned with a soft perk of his brow. Looking at her hair, he gave another soft laugh, "You changed your hair though, didn't you?" he questioned softly believing it was different when he last saw her. Though he was still very unsure of it all, memories were blurred and there was little he could do about that just yet.
Staring directly at her, he knew she had went to the other man and the way he acted almost as if he owned her, it caused grief to fill his heart. Leaning towards her, he let his forehead rest against hers, "Do you love him," he mused uncaring if it would ruin the moment, but to him there was enough time to go after such lusts, right now he had a lust for curiousity about him and her.
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Post by becca on Oct 22, 2007 17:11:00 GMT -5
She smiled, she was glad he'd noticed. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his hands to hold her face relishing the touch of his skin against hers once more. She let out a soft sigh that flitted against the walls and snuggled his hands. "I did...Don't you remember? It used to be black and down to my knees...you said you loved how alive my hair looked, like a living blanket put on my beautiful head to keep you warm in the coldest of nights." She hadn't forgotten the very words he'd told her to make her so happy.
Back then in there city the girls had made fun of her all the time because they were all so plain compared to her. She was the only one with eyes the soft shade of midnight that could change to match the skies. The only one with hair as long as hers, but then again she'd been so wealthy back then, her mansion in Toulouse so much more like a cell.
She gripped his shirt as memories of meeting him and how he'd rescued her and changed her life flowing through her head. She gripped his shoulders and smiled pulling him closer "I will not answer your question Rayn I don't want to talk about Scott I want to talk about us...our past."
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Post by ancientevil on Oct 22, 2007 17:40:42 GMT -5
The recollection of past memories and what he had said to her all that time ago. With his own hands resting upon her face and her legs wrapped around his waist, he couldn't help but try and remember everything they had been through, all the reasons he loved her. She was indeed a beauty with her long black hair, it was perhaps the one reason he had rescued her from such a boring little life. It was perhaps a shame she was so young at the time otherwise he might have considered turning her right than and there, but things happened that couldn't change it. And sadly, Becca didn't suit his code of being turned into one of his own bloodline. Combing his hands through her hair, he missed the blackness of it, the old length and her beautiful curls. Emotion of love began to flood over his body once again as the past memories slowly gained their strength, yet he held back kissing her knowing last time she turned her cheek to him. "Sorry, my memory is slightly blurred, for when I woke tonight, it wasn't by my own will. I felt a power source reawakening into the world," he paused and stared at her, his eyes looking as if he was concentrating on something. Sadly, he wasn't very attuned just yet, but he could since something familar in her, something he believed wasn't there a thousand years ago, but he shook it from his mind, at least for now.
When she refused to answer his question, he bite into his lower lip, his pearly white teeth glistening beneath his upper lip before he slide his lip out and licked at his lips, "Well than, did you claim everything I owned in the event of my death?" he questioned. He had many things as Rapheal Emile, a manor in Paris, a castle within Scottland, and many different types of artwork, some were one of a kind that he had personally gotten from the artists when they were alive. One in particular was Rayn's favorite and was personally made for him by the artist himself, that piece alone was priceless and meant the world to him.
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Post by becca on Oct 22, 2007 18:03:20 GMT -5
She nodded as she ran her fingers down his shoulders to his chest leaning her face against his hands smiling adorably. She had indeed claimed everything he had left, for he had had left it all to her. She pulled on his shirt pulling his chest against hers. "There is a trap door beneath the shelf on the western most side of the tomb. Within it are the deeds to your mansion and castle, your paintings, your clothes and all of your money. I didn't spend any of it."
She smiled softly as she closed her eyes momentarily pretending like it was those days again and all she had was him, she practically worshiped him he'd made her so happy. Some of that elation was coming back She pressed her chest tighter against his allowing her heart to beat a slow steady rhythm against his chilled flesh. "You need to feed, it'll help your memory."
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Post by ancientevil on Oct 22, 2007 18:16:21 GMT -5
A pleased smile pressed to his lips at her words and knowing his paintings were safe, the rest he could have cared less about and he gave a faint chuckle, "I bet you haven't cleaned those poor things in years, huh," he didn't mind, if she indeed didn't spend anything, he had enough money to have someone else clean them. With her pressing his chest against hers, he could already feel the soft beats of her heart and he watched her adorable smile. A thousand years and this was the first time he had seen it since than. His fingers began to curl against her flesh, grazing it softly as his eyes closed.
He had missed her and he was now truly feeling it and if it was even possible, his eyes would be tearing up right now, but to his luck, he couldn't cry. Pressing himself more against her body, he moved his head to rest his cheek against hers as his left hand slide around her waist and his right hand stayed upon her cheek as it flattened against her skin. Hearing her speak of feeding reminded him of the life he had taken today and he let out a laugh as he pulled back from her scent. "I went to church today," he smirked maliciously at her, "That place is a wonderful feeding ground, the fathers," he smacked his lips and his chocolate eyes glittered, "Delicious."
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Post by becca on Oct 22, 2007 18:26:29 GMT -5
Becca smiled, she loved that her body, her smile effected him so much. She closed her eyes resting her forehead against his keeping close to him, but it wasn't enough. She wanted to be closer, feel more of his skin on hers she wanted to freshen the memory of his flesh under her hands, her lips. She shuddered, the imagery of the memories graphic enough to affect her.
She moved her cheek against his hand giving a small gasp as his arm went around her waist pulling her against him harder. "I cleaned them once a week, promise especially your favorite I put it in plastic." She had thought of everything, she smiled faintly and closed her eyes again. She wanted him to be proud of her, she'd gained all her strength to protect him...and now to protect Scott as well.
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Post by ancientevil on Oct 22, 2007 18:44:47 GMT -5
The closeness began to blind him, everything felt a miss now as he recollected himself. It was only shortly after Scott had left that she mounted herself here as if she had a plan. Paranoia began to spread through his body and his body lay completely still, not even a breath of air that he was so commonly use to taking. Hearing that she had cleaned his paintings, he felt releived, but somehow it didn't excuse what he was feeling towards her now. Rayn reminded himself that it was a thousand years, a thousand years she could have been with a thousand different men. Slowly he began to move away from her and his hands slide to her legs as he seperated them from around his waist.
Staring directly at Becca, his face held a serious tone as he stood there before her, "I thank you greatly for everything you have done for me, but," he paused. How was he going to word what she and Scott had? Raising his left hand, he rubbed his eyes as he spoke more, "You certainly seemed to have moved on when that man came here," his hand dropped as he stared at her, "Yes, you want to talk about our past, but I have always been more interested in the future and the present." Part of him was jealous and the other part hurt, she knew his secret and yet she still fell for this other guy and it was clear to Rayn that she was going to have to choose between them, yet he would never tell her that. Turning his head away, he didn't want to look at her anymore as his eyes closed, "Do you love him?" he asked again, this time in a more demanding tone.
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Post by becca on Oct 22, 2007 18:57:31 GMT -5
She tensed suddenly feeling him pull away from her, the sudden loss of contact startled her senses making her feel just a little cold. She rubbed her bare arms shuddering softly as she rubbed her chilled flesh. She stared at him and suddenly she understood, her voice was broken when she asked "You think because I finally caved in and went to Scott that I've been screwing every thing that moves?" He knew her better than this.
She slowly slid off the pedestal, she felt so hurt that he'd think she would do something like that. She shook her head her blue eyes had darkened to that murky mid-night blue as she moved over to the wall. She hesitated over the philosophy book before picking it up and pressing it to her chest. "We're only dating I haven't been with him long enough to understand what I feel about him....its only been a week or so.." She slid to her knees her eyes hidden in her blonde curls.
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Post by ancientevil on Oct 22, 2007 19:11:00 GMT -5
As she spoke, he gave a heavy sigh and shook his head, "No, it's just the fact you were with him," he shifted his weight and stared at her, "I was expecting you to be dead when I woke, not alive and with some other guy. It's been a thousand years, Becca, a lot could have changed in that time, a lot could have changed you and being with this Scott just happens to be one of them." His mind fluttered with rage and jealousy, the mixed feelings welling up in him and almost ready to burst out. Moving to the other wall, his hands reached out and he leaned against it, his head lurching forward, "I just," he started before stopping completely and raising his head to stare directly at the wall before he spoke again, "seeing you with that guy made me worry that one of my worst nightmares came to life, knowing you're alive is wonderful, a blessing even, but I just don't want to lose you like that." Rayn knew how pathetic he sounded and perhaps that's what made him more angry about the situation, yet he kept it bottled as he swallowed his pride and let his deeper feelings come out for Becca. She always managed to get the biggest reaction out of him and he knew he loved her with every fiber of his being, but to lose her to Scott...he might as well lose himself.
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