[Ceri] 1950 Tie {long}
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charliegir1
1950’s
The first constant of the night is that on every backwater town there's at least one not-so-backwater bar. The second one is that all who visit that town will usually, at some point in their visit, end up in that bar. The third is that when they get there, things will start to go horribly bad. And the fourth is that no matter how bad they will get, they can, and will always get worse.
Much like its one eyed owner, what the fine establishment lacked in aesthetics it made up double in character. The dim-lit bar was in a perpetual state of artistic uncleanness; leather seats riddled with bullet holes, stains that were part-alcohol and part-something else on the floor and the occasional strokes of blood-splatter on the walls to add that final touch.
She watched from her unnoticed table in the corner. He was late... again. Her eyes were shadowed by the brim of her new hat that hid her Audrey Hepburn haircut, leaving the ruby of her lips in a sea of porcelain exposed to the dim light that was stifled by the cigarette smoke hanging heavy in the air.
She didn't exactly look natural sitting there but she didn't let that stop her from going in and appropriating a table regardless of the waitresses warning, "hun, you don't belong in a place like this," her rotten teeth peering out of her shrivelled lips as she spoke. Charli assured her that she would be fine and her husband should be along any minute to fix that flat tire of hers. The woman merely shrugged and mumbled, "your funeral, lady."
The bar was stuffed to its gills by every Tom, Dick and Harry, their eyes glowing in that sort of anticipation reminiscent of what a jackal must feel when it notices downed prey, only worse, because if jackals could stand after stomaching a couple of pints of the acid they were serving, there'd be no animal life left within a 100 mile radius.
This was it, the main event. He stood on one end of the bar, a tall long-haired man in a brown trench coat, sporting a hat and cowboy boots. A Revolver hung lazily off his hip and a distinct scar running down the right side of his face from hairline to jaw line, but that wasn't what she had been watching. It was the noticeable black marks staining his soul. He was their mark, damn you, Raven, if this is another one of your tests I will take your gun and shoot you in the foot myself.
Tossing his money on the bar top she watched him disappear into the crowd towards the door, one one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand, now was as good a time as any. She rose and tossed a tip on the table that she knew would never make it to the waitress.
All she had to do now was not to die before Raven got there. She didn't exactly lack fighting skills... not in the least, but she wasn't exactly one to push herself purposefully into a scuffle either. Stay back, watch. Gather Intel and report. No more mistakes...
* * *
She ran through the forest at full speed, dodging underbrush, trying to stay ahead of them. She knew if she transformed she was dead, they’d be able to shoot her out of the sky, and they had a form of magic – her capture had been proof of that – stopping her transformation to mist. An explosion of bark from a tree just ahead of her, the buzz and burr of the bullet as it ploughed past her, shook her from her thoughts, back to how to get out of this, and lead them away from Emerson – her Achilles heel.
As they closed in, she pushed herself harder, and then saw the ledge… Skidding to a stop on the edge of the ravine, she looked back, flickers of old mortal panic coursing through her mind, drawing the beast to the fore…
She came out of the brush, armed, watching her prey.
“Go on dear, you know you can escape this. All you have to do is turn into that little raven and fly and you’re home free.” The smirk told Ceri that no, that would be her death, and she frowned slightly, feeling a muted sympathy in her veins that confused her.
Her aggressor watched her face closely, and it struck her that the reference to a raven elicited no response, that her only recognition of her was that they had met before. The thought gave her pause, that maybe this one did not know, affording them an opportunity…..
“Do you think I’d run from the likes of you? I remember what you and yours did.” The venom drips from Ceri’s lips as she speaks, her beast straining to have a shot at her.
The woman smiles, ‘of course not Gwyn dear. Oh yes, we knew your name. And that you belonged to a kindred of the lance.” She goaded her purposefully, pushing her into attacking, and at the mention of the Inquisitrix, what she was stolen from into hell, pulls Ceri’s claws out, and she attacks.
One gesture from their leader, all the others fall back as she closes, noting that the claws are not ravens talons. The fight continues the girls trading blows and grapples, burning through blood till the more skilled opponent pins and traps Ceri.
“Go on.” Ceri wriggles to break the grapple, bearing her teeth with rage. The victor looks down at her consideringly.
“You don’t know what you are. Hmmm. There is an advantage I can use.” She moves in on Ceri, who instinctively goes to mist, and flows off the edge of the ravine, into the air, falling. Behind her, she dimly hears "Catch her!"
* * *
Charli waited a heartbeat before she followed the pack she had been watching chase their intended prey. She was confused, why she hadn't she turn into an animal and either fly or run away; why she hadn't she turn into the Gangrel fog and float to safety. Mentally she willed the childe to run faster as if it would really help; Her own footsteps masked by the hurried stomps of the others allowed her to Catch up and stay just down wind of where the girls exchanged words.
She braced herself against a tree listening, "of course not Gwyn dear. Oh yes, we knew your name. And that you belonged to a kindred of the Lance." It took a moment for it to actually sink in; well… that puts a whole new twist on things.
* * *
Ceridwyn floated down, waiting till she was close to the tree line below her before she shifted to her most common beast form. Disguised by the shadows, the owl took off through the trees, fast and silent, hearing the pack move through the brush, trying to find her. She stopped in a tree, watching, listening, and followed on silent wings. Their leader moved through the brush, pausing, and smiles. She directs her team, even as one of them asks why she’s so important, beyond her being the reward for one of them, if her blood is strong enough. The woman stops.
“Make no mistake of what you hunt. She killed …. Someone… a long time ago. A mortal who knew how to kill us, and succeeded with one, at least. We all thought Gwyn died, but no, someone found her and embraced her.”
“but..”
“She’s one of them. But she does not know it yet. A kid left by her family to wander, till she finally comes home… It’s the first chance we have had to get to one of the ravenscarred before they are brought into the fold. They really should not leave their young alone.” She smiles, and pauses in a clearing and raises her voice.
“I know you are here girl. Yes… I know who and what you are. And your family left you, deserted you the same as Vittorio did… leaving you in our hands. Did you think he ever looked for his precious daughter? While our doctor conducted his research? How long did your sire spend with you after your embrace? And how long did they spend watching you to see if you had the mettle to be one of their precious blood? I know you Gwynefar. What would you think if your sire sat and watched the torture you were subjected to… at our hands…”
She smiles softly…. “blood doll. experiment.”
The owl listens, shaking to hold the rage in. The woman in the clearing turns, and flicks a bunch of fingers at her team, who melt into the bush. At the same second, the owl spots one of them closing on her position, and bursts into the air, trying to get clear of the trap…… How did she feel her?
* * *
Soaps and disinfectants, lotions and salves; such unnatural smells were the easiest to find in the wilderness both within and without walls; but the bitter almost unidentifiable smell made her stomach lurch and crawl. Unable to look away, she wanted to see something beyond the stones and grass, devils and dust to find something familiar but their auras were unhealthy and vile to her senses.
Sitting curled within the shadows, her gaze lost in the dark furls of her own hair. Poised, watching those moving through the trees; her senses strained to hear them speak the stillness within her was anything but natural.
An instinctual reaction causes her to withdraw further into the brush. Something dark, foreign and hostile seemed to have been just born within as the leader cocked her head and flicked her hand. Seemingly in some strange reaction, moving ever so slow as if part of the bush itself, her fingers wrap around the wood loosely strapped to her thigh.
Something gradually settled into a small controllable wave; rising and ebbing back, never fully gone and threatening in each and every rush to overwhelm her as one moved slowly to flank whatever it was watching, wait for it... wait... wait... just.a.little.closer... that's it... now
Never saw it coming as the shaft pushed through, separating its ribs and sharply penetrate the heart in a soft, wet sound. Charli prayed she hadn't been too loud laying the now rag doll like body in the heavy underbrush she had been hiding in as a rather large owl burst from its own shadows, instinct caused her to lay flat against the prone body, eyes raised watching... listening.
The owl circles, her senses telling her something is amiss…. Tuning her sight and hearing to the ground and the area she had sensed the threat from, she scanned the undergrowth and saw no trace of the threat… A sense of a new shift in the dance had become apparent. She flew up on silent wings, intending to make good her escape, when a bullet winged her. She was disabled, but needed to put space between them and her, she was running too low to stay in this – she was getting hungry….
She switches back to human and stealthily creeps away, hiding, dodging when she sensed danger, or someone near her. The trap closes around her, as a pair of them flank her, and she is caught … One of the men who grabbed her leers at her and says, “Lets have some sport. Lady says you like it” and forces her head back, bearing her throat… Simultaneously, several things happen….. Ceri slumps as the Kiss takes over, and he screams, pulling back, as the blood on his mouth eats into his flesh like acid. Rage sets in, and he pulls a stake, and slams it home…
Ceri is gasping from the pleasure/pain, assaulted by memories, when the stake connects. As she slumps, she briefly thinks, ‘haven’t done all their homework…’ with satisfaction. She lies still, and the unit regroups, looking at the limp body, making comments. Their leader approaches her, looks down, and comments “we can test her strength once the spell wears off. If we have no other options, she will strengthen one of you.” Several of the group, including their leader, disappear into the bush on other pursuits, or go to town, leaving the man who captured her, with the body.
“You’re gonna be mine girly…. And by the time I drink you down you gonna be praying for me to do so to every god in the universe…” He does not notice the stake move…
He only turns away for a moment, and that second is all she needs….. she claws him from behind, eviscerating him. He stiffens in pain and disbelief, as the voice speaks from behind him “awwww…. Your leader should have thought of that…you guys did not do your homework well enough…” and she drops him with a stake.
Silently she stands, stiffly, and moves slowly into the underbrush. Shes’ low on blood, and taken damage, but intends to put as much distance between them as possible. She pauses near the place she sensed the odd sensation, and looks around, sniffing, and is certain…. There was another kindred out here, as well as herself, and her opponents team….
Charli remains motionless, hovering over her prey. The only movement is her eyes as she watches the scene unfold before her. Her muscles tighten instictively as to move closer to the girl and remove the shaft keeping her immobile. Her eyes focused on the wood, each place of her hands and knees calculated to avoid any leaf or twig in her path.
Something caused her to pause in her movements. It couldnt have been the night playing tricks on her eyes, there was no moon light peeking through the branches of the trees but she swore that the shaft of wood in the girl's chest moved. He made one flaw that she didnt expect as he turned his back and the girl struck. Slowly Charli moved back to her prey, searched her pockets, took her weapons and moved away to a thicket of trees.
Charli could feel the girls beast push against hers but no beast did she release of her own in response. She was hungry... The girl brushed off her hands as she passed the bush where the staked victim lay, a shocked look upon her frozen face. Raising her face, the one known as Gwyn looked around, she knew that Charli was there. How would she react, would she think her one of her attackers? Possibly, but she would leave that in the hands of God now.
The girl began to take her leave as Charli stepped out of hiding place, soft British lilt breaking the silence, "You will need a change of clothes and a safe place to hide. I can guarantee they will try and hunt you down. Best I can do is to try and get you away from the area." She pauses and tilts her head, "first, you need to feed..." ((You feel no beast from Charli))
Ceri turns, stiffening at the voice. An eyebrow quirks with amusement at the words, and she tilts her head, speaking with a soft faintly French accent.
"Do you offer your blood to strangers often? And what do you know of them?" She waves a hand at the staked kindred.
"My thanks for that. They'll be coming back. We aught to go." She studies Charli as they move through the bush silently, observing.
Charli's eyebrows raise at her words and a smirk appears upon her lips as if it was born to live there, "Darling, I wasnt offering my blood to you, I was offering to help should you need it."
She looks at the prone body, "other then they are brood? Not much, my contact failed to show or was running late... as usual as your friend over there, one of my targets, left the bar I was at. Couldnt wait, so I followed." Crossing her arms and tilting her head as she heads away from the area, giving her a sidelong glance, "thats when I ran into you, so to speak."
Charli isnt exceptionally pretty (no striking looks) but something about her strikes you anyway... fetching... Dark heavy lidded eyes accent her slighly pale feature. If the eyes are the window to the soul, then its almost as if the shades are drawn. Emotionally hidden as her beast yet some how her eyes remain exceptionally animated. When she smiles, its Brilliant. Definately not a wolf, but more like a snake.
Ceri tilts her head, a smile flirting with her lips and comments "The help is welcome then." Ceri's pretty, but no SL, its more in how she moves - she's a cat with that lazy elegance and deliberation in her movements. She's also not that young - she does not obfuscate her beast out here, and its noticably strong.
She limps along till they reach town, and the sense of the mortals makes Ceri pause, her hunger surfacing for a second.
"Don't let me kill.... I'm hungry...." She hunts and seduces one of the men, appearing young and helpless, as he gropes her and feels her up, she feeds, only drawing back with effort. Its not easy, akin to finishing sex without satisfaction, but she does it.
After two feeds, she's feeling better and comes back to Charli.
Charli follows her to keep an eye on how much she takes but keeps her distance.
When she finishes and returns, Charli is waiting. The watermark smirk leaving its permanent mark up on her lips, "Feel better darling?" Motions to a chair nearby.
Ceri's brow raises at the endearment, something cynical in her gaze and then sits, mouth curling in a feline smile. "Much, thank you". There is a wired restlessness to her, a predatoriness that has nothing to do with the beast.
"Why did you involve yourself out there? Not all kindred would. I'm called Ceridwyn mostly."
Charli's gaze moves to Ceri, "actually the gentleman that thought he had staked you was my target. You just happen to be a... suprise..."
“They seemed to know you.” Charli said, watching her companions face. Ceri breaks eye contact, eyes going flat before she responds.
“I recall her. It was from a long long time ago…. I…” she breaks off, something ugly and confused crossing her face.
“They called you something…. Referred to your family… ravenscarred…” Charli watches her face closely, looking for a sign that this girl knew who she referred to. Ceri paused, momentarily distracted by the question, and in that moment the door opened….
Charli never saw it coming. She felt the snap in her neck as she was hit from behind and down she went. She couldn't move. She could feel the blood well up in her throat as she tried to warn Ceri but it was too late.
Ceri looked up, muscles firing into combat as he grabbed her, throwing her into the wall. Behind him, she could see Charli on the floor, looking like she was choking on her own blood…. He grabbed her, pinning her to the bed, her head off the edge so her throat was exposed, and bit down…. Ceri could not take her eyes off Charli as her blood welled into his mouth, and the Kiss stabbed through her till the world went black…
On the floor, Charli forced her eyes open watching as she forced her body to heal… heal… heal… do it! She watched the expression on the girls face change from desperation, trying to get away from him, to the utter ecstasy of his bite, and then fall limp, her eyes going dark. He tightened his grip on the limp body, his fangs in her throat as Charli reached up slowly and wrapped her fingers around the handle of her sword just as she clutched the hair on the targets head. In one fluid motion she separated his neck from his shoulders.
Ceri lay on the bed, covered in the ash of her attacker, shirt ripped, and the flesh of her throat with an ugly wound in it. Charli knew she could not wake her, and soon the others would come looking for him. She scooped her up and washed the ash off her, holding her upright, and wrapped the bedcover around her, and left quickly, paying in cash, intent on leaving as few traces as possible for them to follow.
When Charli finally reached home, she placed the kindred body in a secure place, and sealed the doors.
And so time passed….. seasons turned, years passed, the world changed….. The millennium passed, and a new world of terror dawned….
charliegir11950’s
The first constant of the night is that on every backwater town there's at least one not-so-backwater bar. The second one is that all who visit that town will usually, at some point in their visit, end up in that bar. The third is that when they get there, things will start to go horribly bad. And the fourth is that no matter how bad they will get, they can, and will always get worse.
Much like its one eyed owner, what the fine establishment lacked in aesthetics it made up double in character. The dim-lit bar was in a perpetual state of artistic uncleanness; leather seats riddled with bullet holes, stains that were part-alcohol and part-something else on the floor and the occasional strokes of blood-splatter on the walls to add that final touch.
She watched from her unnoticed table in the corner. He was late... again. Her eyes were shadowed by the brim of her new hat that hid her Audrey Hepburn haircut, leaving the ruby of her lips in a sea of porcelain exposed to the dim light that was stifled by the cigarette smoke hanging heavy in the air.
She didn't exactly look natural sitting there but she didn't let that stop her from going in and appropriating a table regardless of the waitresses warning, "hun, you don't belong in a place like this," her rotten teeth peering out of her shrivelled lips as she spoke. Charli assured her that she would be fine and her husband should be along any minute to fix that flat tire of hers. The woman merely shrugged and mumbled, "your funeral, lady."
The bar was stuffed to its gills by every Tom, Dick and Harry, their eyes glowing in that sort of anticipation reminiscent of what a jackal must feel when it notices downed prey, only worse, because if jackals could stand after stomaching a couple of pints of the acid they were serving, there'd be no animal life left within a 100 mile radius.
This was it, the main event. He stood on one end of the bar, a tall long-haired man in a brown trench coat, sporting a hat and cowboy boots. A Revolver hung lazily off his hip and a distinct scar running down the right side of his face from hairline to jaw line, but that wasn't what she had been watching. It was the noticeable black marks staining his soul. He was their mark, damn you, Raven, if this is another one of your tests I will take your gun and shoot you in the foot myself.
Tossing his money on the bar top she watched him disappear into the crowd towards the door, one one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand, now was as good a time as any. She rose and tossed a tip on the table that she knew would never make it to the waitress.
All she had to do now was not to die before Raven got there. She didn't exactly lack fighting skills... not in the least, but she wasn't exactly one to push herself purposefully into a scuffle either. Stay back, watch. Gather Intel and report. No more mistakes...
* * *
She ran through the forest at full speed, dodging underbrush, trying to stay ahead of them. She knew if she transformed she was dead, they’d be able to shoot her out of the sky, and they had a form of magic – her capture had been proof of that – stopping her transformation to mist. An explosion of bark from a tree just ahead of her, the buzz and burr of the bullet as it ploughed past her, shook her from her thoughts, back to how to get out of this, and lead them away from Emerson – her Achilles heel.
As they closed in, she pushed herself harder, and then saw the ledge… Skidding to a stop on the edge of the ravine, she looked back, flickers of old mortal panic coursing through her mind, drawing the beast to the fore…
She came out of the brush, armed, watching her prey.
“Go on dear, you know you can escape this. All you have to do is turn into that little raven and fly and you’re home free.” The smirk told Ceri that no, that would be her death, and she frowned slightly, feeling a muted sympathy in her veins that confused her.
Her aggressor watched her face closely, and it struck her that the reference to a raven elicited no response, that her only recognition of her was that they had met before. The thought gave her pause, that maybe this one did not know, affording them an opportunity…..
“Do you think I’d run from the likes of you? I remember what you and yours did.” The venom drips from Ceri’s lips as she speaks, her beast straining to have a shot at her.
The woman smiles, ‘of course not Gwyn dear. Oh yes, we knew your name. And that you belonged to a kindred of the lance.” She goaded her purposefully, pushing her into attacking, and at the mention of the Inquisitrix, what she was stolen from into hell, pulls Ceri’s claws out, and she attacks.
One gesture from their leader, all the others fall back as she closes, noting that the claws are not ravens talons. The fight continues the girls trading blows and grapples, burning through blood till the more skilled opponent pins and traps Ceri.
“Go on.” Ceri wriggles to break the grapple, bearing her teeth with rage. The victor looks down at her consideringly.
“You don’t know what you are. Hmmm. There is an advantage I can use.” She moves in on Ceri, who instinctively goes to mist, and flows off the edge of the ravine, into the air, falling. Behind her, she dimly hears "Catch her!"
* * *
Charli waited a heartbeat before she followed the pack she had been watching chase their intended prey. She was confused, why she hadn't she turn into an animal and either fly or run away; why she hadn't she turn into the Gangrel fog and float to safety. Mentally she willed the childe to run faster as if it would really help; Her own footsteps masked by the hurried stomps of the others allowed her to Catch up and stay just down wind of where the girls exchanged words.
She braced herself against a tree listening, "of course not Gwyn dear. Oh yes, we knew your name. And that you belonged to a kindred of the Lance." It took a moment for it to actually sink in; well… that puts a whole new twist on things.
* * *
Ceridwyn floated down, waiting till she was close to the tree line below her before she shifted to her most common beast form. Disguised by the shadows, the owl took off through the trees, fast and silent, hearing the pack move through the brush, trying to find her. She stopped in a tree, watching, listening, and followed on silent wings. Their leader moved through the brush, pausing, and smiles. She directs her team, even as one of them asks why she’s so important, beyond her being the reward for one of them, if her blood is strong enough. The woman stops.
“Make no mistake of what you hunt. She killed …. Someone… a long time ago. A mortal who knew how to kill us, and succeeded with one, at least. We all thought Gwyn died, but no, someone found her and embraced her.”
“but..”
“She’s one of them. But she does not know it yet. A kid left by her family to wander, till she finally comes home… It’s the first chance we have had to get to one of the ravenscarred before they are brought into the fold. They really should not leave their young alone.” She smiles, and pauses in a clearing and raises her voice.
“I know you are here girl. Yes… I know who and what you are. And your family left you, deserted you the same as Vittorio did… leaving you in our hands. Did you think he ever looked for his precious daughter? While our doctor conducted his research? How long did your sire spend with you after your embrace? And how long did they spend watching you to see if you had the mettle to be one of their precious blood? I know you Gwynefar. What would you think if your sire sat and watched the torture you were subjected to… at our hands…”
She smiles softly…. “blood doll. experiment.”
The owl listens, shaking to hold the rage in. The woman in the clearing turns, and flicks a bunch of fingers at her team, who melt into the bush. At the same second, the owl spots one of them closing on her position, and bursts into the air, trying to get clear of the trap…… How did she feel her?
* * *
Soaps and disinfectants, lotions and salves; such unnatural smells were the easiest to find in the wilderness both within and without walls; but the bitter almost unidentifiable smell made her stomach lurch and crawl. Unable to look away, she wanted to see something beyond the stones and grass, devils and dust to find something familiar but their auras were unhealthy and vile to her senses.
Sitting curled within the shadows, her gaze lost in the dark furls of her own hair. Poised, watching those moving through the trees; her senses strained to hear them speak the stillness within her was anything but natural.
An instinctual reaction causes her to withdraw further into the brush. Something dark, foreign and hostile seemed to have been just born within as the leader cocked her head and flicked her hand. Seemingly in some strange reaction, moving ever so slow as if part of the bush itself, her fingers wrap around the wood loosely strapped to her thigh.
Something gradually settled into a small controllable wave; rising and ebbing back, never fully gone and threatening in each and every rush to overwhelm her as one moved slowly to flank whatever it was watching, wait for it... wait... wait... just.a.little.closer... that's it... now
Never saw it coming as the shaft pushed through, separating its ribs and sharply penetrate the heart in a soft, wet sound. Charli prayed she hadn't been too loud laying the now rag doll like body in the heavy underbrush she had been hiding in as a rather large owl burst from its own shadows, instinct caused her to lay flat against the prone body, eyes raised watching... listening.
The owl circles, her senses telling her something is amiss…. Tuning her sight and hearing to the ground and the area she had sensed the threat from, she scanned the undergrowth and saw no trace of the threat… A sense of a new shift in the dance had become apparent. She flew up on silent wings, intending to make good her escape, when a bullet winged her. She was disabled, but needed to put space between them and her, she was running too low to stay in this – she was getting hungry….
She switches back to human and stealthily creeps away, hiding, dodging when she sensed danger, or someone near her. The trap closes around her, as a pair of them flank her, and she is caught … One of the men who grabbed her leers at her and says, “Lets have some sport. Lady says you like it” and forces her head back, bearing her throat… Simultaneously, several things happen….. Ceri slumps as the Kiss takes over, and he screams, pulling back, as the blood on his mouth eats into his flesh like acid. Rage sets in, and he pulls a stake, and slams it home…
Ceri is gasping from the pleasure/pain, assaulted by memories, when the stake connects. As she slumps, she briefly thinks, ‘haven’t done all their homework…’ with satisfaction. She lies still, and the unit regroups, looking at the limp body, making comments. Their leader approaches her, looks down, and comments “we can test her strength once the spell wears off. If we have no other options, she will strengthen one of you.” Several of the group, including their leader, disappear into the bush on other pursuits, or go to town, leaving the man who captured her, with the body.
“You’re gonna be mine girly…. And by the time I drink you down you gonna be praying for me to do so to every god in the universe…” He does not notice the stake move…
He only turns away for a moment, and that second is all she needs….. she claws him from behind, eviscerating him. He stiffens in pain and disbelief, as the voice speaks from behind him “awwww…. Your leader should have thought of that…you guys did not do your homework well enough…” and she drops him with a stake.
Silently she stands, stiffly, and moves slowly into the underbrush. Shes’ low on blood, and taken damage, but intends to put as much distance between them as possible. She pauses near the place she sensed the odd sensation, and looks around, sniffing, and is certain…. There was another kindred out here, as well as herself, and her opponents team….
Charli remains motionless, hovering over her prey. The only movement is her eyes as she watches the scene unfold before her. Her muscles tighten instictively as to move closer to the girl and remove the shaft keeping her immobile. Her eyes focused on the wood, each place of her hands and knees calculated to avoid any leaf or twig in her path.
Something caused her to pause in her movements. It couldnt have been the night playing tricks on her eyes, there was no moon light peeking through the branches of the trees but she swore that the shaft of wood in the girl's chest moved. He made one flaw that she didnt expect as he turned his back and the girl struck. Slowly Charli moved back to her prey, searched her pockets, took her weapons and moved away to a thicket of trees.
Charli could feel the girls beast push against hers but no beast did she release of her own in response. She was hungry... The girl brushed off her hands as she passed the bush where the staked victim lay, a shocked look upon her frozen face. Raising her face, the one known as Gwyn looked around, she knew that Charli was there. How would she react, would she think her one of her attackers? Possibly, but she would leave that in the hands of God now.
The girl began to take her leave as Charli stepped out of hiding place, soft British lilt breaking the silence, "You will need a change of clothes and a safe place to hide. I can guarantee they will try and hunt you down. Best I can do is to try and get you away from the area." She pauses and tilts her head, "first, you need to feed..." ((You feel no beast from Charli))
Ceri turns, stiffening at the voice. An eyebrow quirks with amusement at the words, and she tilts her head, speaking with a soft faintly French accent.
"Do you offer your blood to strangers often? And what do you know of them?" She waves a hand at the staked kindred.
"My thanks for that. They'll be coming back. We aught to go." She studies Charli as they move through the bush silently, observing.
Charli's eyebrows raise at her words and a smirk appears upon her lips as if it was born to live there, "Darling, I wasnt offering my blood to you, I was offering to help should you need it."
She looks at the prone body, "other then they are brood? Not much, my contact failed to show or was running late... as usual as your friend over there, one of my targets, left the bar I was at. Couldnt wait, so I followed." Crossing her arms and tilting her head as she heads away from the area, giving her a sidelong glance, "thats when I ran into you, so to speak."
Charli isnt exceptionally pretty (no striking looks) but something about her strikes you anyway... fetching... Dark heavy lidded eyes accent her slighly pale feature. If the eyes are the window to the soul, then its almost as if the shades are drawn. Emotionally hidden as her beast yet some how her eyes remain exceptionally animated. When she smiles, its Brilliant. Definately not a wolf, but more like a snake.
Ceri tilts her head, a smile flirting with her lips and comments "The help is welcome then." Ceri's pretty, but no SL, its more in how she moves - she's a cat with that lazy elegance and deliberation in her movements. She's also not that young - she does not obfuscate her beast out here, and its noticably strong.
She limps along till they reach town, and the sense of the mortals makes Ceri pause, her hunger surfacing for a second.
"Don't let me kill.... I'm hungry...." She hunts and seduces one of the men, appearing young and helpless, as he gropes her and feels her up, she feeds, only drawing back with effort. Its not easy, akin to finishing sex without satisfaction, but she does it.
After two feeds, she's feeling better and comes back to Charli.
Charli follows her to keep an eye on how much she takes but keeps her distance.
When she finishes and returns, Charli is waiting. The watermark smirk leaving its permanent mark up on her lips, "Feel better darling?" Motions to a chair nearby.
Ceri's brow raises at the endearment, something cynical in her gaze and then sits, mouth curling in a feline smile. "Much, thank you". There is a wired restlessness to her, a predatoriness that has nothing to do with the beast.
"Why did you involve yourself out there? Not all kindred would. I'm called Ceridwyn mostly."
Charli's gaze moves to Ceri, "actually the gentleman that thought he had staked you was my target. You just happen to be a... suprise..."
“They seemed to know you.” Charli said, watching her companions face. Ceri breaks eye contact, eyes going flat before she responds.
“I recall her. It was from a long long time ago…. I…” she breaks off, something ugly and confused crossing her face.
“They called you something…. Referred to your family… ravenscarred…” Charli watches her face closely, looking for a sign that this girl knew who she referred to. Ceri paused, momentarily distracted by the question, and in that moment the door opened….
Charli never saw it coming. She felt the snap in her neck as she was hit from behind and down she went. She couldn't move. She could feel the blood well up in her throat as she tried to warn Ceri but it was too late.
Ceri looked up, muscles firing into combat as he grabbed her, throwing her into the wall. Behind him, she could see Charli on the floor, looking like she was choking on her own blood…. He grabbed her, pinning her to the bed, her head off the edge so her throat was exposed, and bit down…. Ceri could not take her eyes off Charli as her blood welled into his mouth, and the Kiss stabbed through her till the world went black…
On the floor, Charli forced her eyes open watching as she forced her body to heal… heal… heal… do it! She watched the expression on the girls face change from desperation, trying to get away from him, to the utter ecstasy of his bite, and then fall limp, her eyes going dark. He tightened his grip on the limp body, his fangs in her throat as Charli reached up slowly and wrapped her fingers around the handle of her sword just as she clutched the hair on the targets head. In one fluid motion she separated his neck from his shoulders.
Ceri lay on the bed, covered in the ash of her attacker, shirt ripped, and the flesh of her throat with an ugly wound in it. Charli knew she could not wake her, and soon the others would come looking for him. She scooped her up and washed the ash off her, holding her upright, and wrapped the bedcover around her, and left quickly, paying in cash, intent on leaving as few traces as possible for them to follow.
When Charli finally reached home, she placed the kindred body in a secure place, and sealed the doors.
And so time passed….. seasons turned, years passed, the world changed….. The millennium passed, and a new world of terror dawned….
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Date: 2008-01-25 03:36 pm (UTC)