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Post by Maria Verdugo on Jan 14, 2009 0:56:33 GMT -5
Texas, 1863;
About a mile out side of Huston for the first few post. Maria was walking to Huston with Lucy, and Nettie. They were rather new friends, so so speak. Lucy and Nettie, like Maria had lost there homes in a recent battle for land and power. They joined Maria with the goal of building an army and getting it back. Maria was still trying to decide how long they would be friends before she got rid of them. The sound of a horse made them slow to human speeds.
The man on the horse was dressed in grey like a solder. Hmmm. When he slowed and then dismounted Maria almost smiled. She could tell he would be special. " He's speechless" Nettie"Mmmm, lovely." Maria had blocked their voices from her mind until her heard Nettie inhale, and comment on the man's smell. It was a good smell but Maria had plans for this one that did not include Nettie's snack. "Concentrate Nettie!" Maria snapped in her musical voice, the softer, "He looks right, young strong, an officer, and there is something more, do you since it, there is something compelling." Nettie"Oh yes" Maria almost killed her right there. Nettie was not getting the meaning behind Maria's words. "Patience, I want to keep this one." Maria said plainly. "You'd better do it Maria, if he is important to you. I kill them twice as often as I keep them." Lucy spoke this time and Maria smiled, "Yes I will do it, I really do like this one. Take Nettie away will you, I don't want to have to protect my back while I am trying to focus." Since Nettie was having trouble with his smell Maria wanted her gone before she took the first bite. Nettie"Lets hunt!" Maria watched him as they others headed on to Huston. Hmmm. This one did look promising. "What is your name Solder?" She was asking more for stalling reasons, to make sure Nettie was well away, then really caring. Besides, she didn't want him to fight her, she wanted this nice and easy. (Jjaassppeerrr Dear....  ) |
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jan 14, 2009 12:51:31 GMT -5
 The past few hours had been a little chaotic . . . but things seemed to be calming down. His duties as a Major entailed evacuating a town . . . and escorting the women to safety. He did not mind this, since he had a very high respect for women and this way he would be ensuring their safety and prevent them from any danger. He had remained in the city, making sure that everyone was gone and that there was not a single woman or child left. When he was content with what he had done . . . and felt that he truly was finished this task, he mounted his horse and began his journey back to Galveston to help the army he was part of in other ways.
It was late at night . . . dark . . . practically peaceful. Jasper took this time to relax his mind but that soon changed when his eyes rested on three travelers. He was only a mile out of town but it would still not be right to let the three women venture by themselves at night . . . in such dangerous times . . . without a male escort. Jasper approached them and dismounted from his horse so that he was near the stragglers and held the reigns of his horse. Jasper had not seen them close enough until the moonlight shone on their faces and that is when he entered a state of shock.
They were not ordinary women . . . not in the least bit. He did not recall seeing them anywhere in the city, for if he did, then he surely would have remembered them. They were -- without a doubt -- the most breathtakingly beautiful women he had ever encountered in his entire life. Their beauty sent him into a state of shock and awe. The three all shared such different features, but each had equal perfection in their appearance. They were young. Their physical qualities set them apart from anyone he had ever met and their melodic voices only drew him more towards whatever spell they unintentionally cast on him.
Their words made little sense to the Major, for he was distracted just staring at them. He was trying to determine who they were . . . but all he could gather was the one telling the other to focus – the brunette – was the leader amongst the three. Jasper tried to open his mouth but even this small action proved to be impossible. He did not know what they were doing . . . one seemed to be taking in his scent, while the others were conversing something which he did not understand. His instincts were telling him that whatever they were doing . . . it would be dangerous; that this situation was unsafe. But Jasper could not even speak, let alone move. He was frozen by these three dangers, and despite his inner gut telling him to leave immediately, he could not. How could someone force themselves away from them? He still felt the urge to protect them because they were after all, still three young women traveling alone. And for that reason -- among others -- Jasper remained.
He watched as the others gracefully exited the scene. He would have objected by saying how dangerous it was, but now his eyes rested on the young Hispanic woman, and once again, he could not change his line of sight. Was she an angel? A ghost? The mere idea of the existence of ghosts was preposterous and Jasper Whitlock was not a man who held superstitious beliefs . . . but right now, it seemed like the only explanation. Finally, he managed to move his lips and allow a small stammer to emit from his lips. He was being spoken to directly, and he was not disrespectful enough to ignore her question.
"Jasper Whitlock Ma'am." It came out a little shaky, but it was the best he could do. His eyes were wide as he looked directly into Maria’s fiery pupils. She was exquisite . . . and yet, there was something about her that sent shivers down Jasper’s spine.
[Sorry it is long. I got SO excited!]
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Post by Maria Verdugo on Jan 14, 2009 13:01:24 GMT -5
"I truly hope you survive, Jasper." Maria said honestly, "I have a good feeling about you." She walked up to him slowly, even for a human. She put one hand on his belly and moved it up over his chest and around his neck, the drew her head to the side as if to kiss him. Only she let her lips faintly move over his skin, starting at his lips then cheek, the jaw. Once she was two inches below his ear she whispered, "Try hard for me." The drew back her teeth and bit into his skin. Blood filled her mouth and she fought hard not to finish him. She took in a few deep swallows before pushing him back and letting out a shaky breath.
Poor Jasper Whitlock. Maria knew all to well how painful the next few days would be. It would be worse on him begin she had to move his body to her home now. She gave him a few moments for the pain to take over, then reached down and picked him up as if he were a pillow. "Time to go home, my little Lock of Love."
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jan 14, 2009 13:36:58 GMT -5
Jasper felt even more paralyzed as she drew closer to him. Her words made no sense . . . but they were ones of threat.
Run! Get out of here! You know this is dangerous! You know that this may very well kill you! Leave . . . why are you still here!
These thoughts and questions screamed in Jasper's mind . . . and yet he did not act on them. Not a single one. He remained in position, making no indication that he was going to leave as quickly as he had come.
She neared him and inclined her head . . . was she going to kiss him? How was that dangerous? Jasper knew that was not what was going to occur . . . but what did happen was nothing that he would have expected. He became rigid . . . he lips cool against his skin. Icy even, as if she did not have an ounce of warmth within her.
Try Hard For Me.
What did that even mean? Jasper did not get the chance to ask because before long, he felt her teeth peirce his skin. The once silent air was filled with an agonizing cry as the pain streamed through his entire body. Her light push could have been something as small as a flick and he still would have crumbled to the ground with minimal difficulty.
He lay on his back, trying to withhold the intense pain that was consuming his body. He tried not to scream . . . but enduring this silently was an impossibility. He lay on the ground, looking up at the star filled sky and knew . . . there was no way he could survive this agony. This was going to be his death. He was a man who had not feared death . . . for he believed if he were to die in the near future, it would be in war . . . it would be an honorable death. But this? This?! Not even the world's most notorious criminal deserved a death such as this one. He did not wish it upon the worst of enemies. It was an unimaginable pain.
He barely noticed being lifted off the ground. He wondered if perhaps he was already dead and this was the afterlife. No. His body would not be in so much pain if he was dead. He wished for death right now . . . for the sooner he died, the sooner this menacing pain would end. He closed his eyes . . . feeling his body swiftly move as if he was floating in the air. The last words registered in his brain were Locks of Love. Little did he know that this torture would be what dominated his entire body for the next few days.
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Post by Maria Verdugo on Jan 14, 2009 13:46:28 GMT -5
Maria had a barn full of new vampires. She would move them to something better once they fought for her. She could not wait until she showed up on her old land, this army in tow and kill them all. Her laughter was a deep chuckle, as the idea pleased her. Oh yes! Very soon! She mental promised her foes.
Her army was in the making. All young, strong males, that she would give each extra attention and training. Make them want to serve her more then they wanted to serve them self's. She just needed Lucy and Nettie to stay out of it. Maria heard the heart stop beating. Oh yes, her little toy solider. He should be waking up now, or soon.
Maria walked to the stall door, and opened it, so she could enter but did not close it. Newborns were dangerous. She wanted to be able to move back if she needed to destroy him. In her most musical voice she spoke, "Are you awake, my little lock of love?" Once awake she took them hunting, and make sure they understood she was their mistress.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jan 14, 2009 13:55:05 GMT -5
Jasper could not describe the next few days. He did not want to. There had been a time -- unbeknown to him it was near the end of his transformation -- where he had closed his eyes and never expected to open them again. But as he lay there . . . in neither a sleep or state of consciousness, he heard a familiar voice that pulled him out of the darkness he had allowed to consume him.
It was the same voice that spoke the last words he remembered, and the words were the same: Lock Of Love. That raised familiarity in him . . . he was not dead. He was alive. He had endured it . . . he had survived. He did not know how wrong he was in believing he was still a human.
He struggled to open his eyes, but in the end succeeded. He had wanted the pain to be over . . . and though his entire body no longer ached, another part of him did. His throat. It was dry. But not in the way that a person felt when dehydrated. It burned. It was as if someone had lit a fire in the depths of his throat and allowed it to burn. It was oh so painful . . . and the strangest thing was that it was not water which he craved. He did not know what it was . . . but the craving was strong, and overwhelming. He wanted the burning to stop! He needed it to stop! His body could no longer go through any more pain than it already had.
He let out a small growl. He had not meant it . . . but it was instinctive, for some reason. That was strange. He had never growled in his life. He was often very calm and composed. And right now . . . Jasper Whitlock had just growled . . . and was staring intensely at the woman who had an expression which led him to believe that she knew exactly what was going on, and what he needed.
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Post by Maria Verdugo on Jan 15, 2009 1:48:10 GMT -5
"Oooh. . . Your a feisty one, aren't you." Maria said in her accent. She let out a short deep chuckle, as if it was a privet joke. Then her voice dropped into such a low whisper, a human would never hear, "I know what your craving." Pause. "I know what you want." Another deep chuckle, followed by more whispering, but this time, Maria moved out the stall door and was disappearing into the woods, she had no time for newborns who could not keep up. "Come my little toy solder. I'll show you how to make it better."
Maria was going to lead him to a near by home. A family of six lived there farming a little spot of land, and no one would miss them for months. Perfect for a newborn to open up there need on. Maria's deep chuckled turned to musical laughter as she lead him away from the others. Time to bind him to her. . .
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jan 16, 2009 11:58:36 GMT -5
She was taunting him and it was driving him insane. If she knew what he wanted . . . why would she not give it to him? He watched her vanish from his sight, and knew nothing to do but to follow her. She was luring him . . . somewhere, and he was extremely desperate to eliminate whatever this uncomfortable sensation in him was. Little did he know the cost of diminishing his pain. To his surprise, he was able to follow her more quickly than any normal human being would have been able to. He was moving at abnormal speeds . . . what was this? The only logical explanation he could provide for himself was that he was dead, and this was hell.
But soon, all logic left him. He found himself not planning . . . not analyzing . . . not doing anything he did as a soldier, and ultimately all his life. Right now, all he cared about was this pain . . . this horrible, unbearable pain. "Where?" He asked. It was a bizarre feeling. He was drawn to her . . . but not only that. He felt a closer connection to her. He did not know how, or what. Either way, he was compelled to follow her and made sure she did not have a large lead . . . he kept the distance between them small.
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Post by Maria Verdugo on Jan 16, 2009 23:25:27 GMT -5
Maria would lead him on for miles before using everything she had to leave him a little behind. She wanted to get to the family first to brake open the first one and get the scent of fresh blood in the air. Once there she found a little girl maybe only eight years, sitting at her window. Maria jumped up and pulled her out, letting her scream some before ripping her neck open.
The screams would draw the others out. Maria carried the girl like a doll into the woods, and then dropped her, running to meet Jasper. Newborns were fast but she had been counting on the fact that they were easily distracted to give her time to do this. It all had taken only two seconds. When he got to her she moved to him, placing one bloody hand on his chest, the other bloody hand to his lips. She gave her deep chuckle and whispered, "Is this what you want, my pet?"
Glancing behind her she look back where the small of the blood would lead him. "I found you a treat..."
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Post by Jasper Hale on Mar 12, 2009 16:42:17 GMT -5
Jasper lost sight of her but there was something in the air that was possible to ignore. A scent . . . it had a power over him that he could not describe in words. It was as if someone was calling his name . . . as if some force was pulling him in this particular direction. He paused for a moment before following it as fast as he could but he was stopped when she reappeared as put something on his lips. It was the same sensation as a man who spent days in the hot dessert being rewarded by a cool, glass of water. It was refreshing. It was nourishing. It was . . . not nearly enough.
As he licked his lips and allowed the liquid to seep down his throat, he knew this was what he needed. It was exactly it. Relief swept over him. He had finally placed this craving and it gave him hope that soon, this burning would end. That was all he could focus on right now.
He followed her gaze, though he needed no direction. He could follow this scent easily enough. It was overpowering him . . . he did not need to be told where to go, or how to get there . . . he just followed the sweet, sweet smell. He forced his legs to go as fast as they could and suddenly stopped when he came across a girl, lying on the ground.
Jasper had spent the last few years of his life protecting others, ensuring their safety. And right now, all those compulsions left him. He did not care that blood was seeping from her body. He did not care that she looked no older than ten years of age. He only cared about the red liquid that he knew would heal his pain. He crouched down, and instinctively, put his lips to where the blood was most abundant: her throat. He drank the blood, and did not stop. He could not stop. It tasted so wonderful . . . he was filled with desperation as he continued to drain all of the blood from her body . . . and even then, it was not enough.
He growled when he could not find any more traces of the soothing remedy. His expression was ferocious and angry. He was frustrated now because he had finally found what he needed, and it was all gone. He wanted more. He needed more. Would she give more to him . . . or would she taunt him? His growl deepened as he angrily threw the body at a far distance from where he was still positioned in a crouch.
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Post by Maria Verdugo on Mar 14, 2009 23:01:10 GMT -5
Maria's childish laughter, followed by her deep chuckle sounded before she skipped in the room dancing slowly to some music in her head. "Wonderful!" She purred, "Just wonderful!" The last wonderful came out on a slight moan.
"Your a masterful hunter!" She said, praising him, knowing that most New Born would be annoyed with her next words, so she always tried to soften the blow with praise. "Once you master a little self control, you will have the world at our command. With so few humans in the area, we can hunt again until we take the city. Or perhaps a few times on the way to do so." She smiled, "But I can see you hold all sorts of promises." She purred and eyed his body, "all sorts of promises. . . "
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Post by Jasper Hale on Mar 25, 2009 17:21:22 GMT -5
The words self-control were not present in Jasper's dictionary. He could not clear his head . . . he could no longer think rationally . . . his thoughts were consumed with satisfying this intense hunger that he longed for. One that he finally was able to identify and now that he could . . . she was saying he could no longer indulge. That there was no more he could have. Jasper did not take well to this news.
He growled -- it was a stronger, more ferocious growl than before. Though he enjoyed the praise, it was not enough to compensate for what he lacked right now. His appetite was far too substantial to be replaced with mere words . . . words that did not fill the void in his stomach, or soothe the burning sensation in his throat. Words were not the remedy; blood was. Human blood.
He quickly changed his position and approached her. He stood directly in front of her and because of the height difference, towered over her. But he soon realized that he was not trying to intimidate her. He did not want to. He did not feel superiority when he was near her . . . he felt like she was his master, and he was to follow her command. She had given him what he wanted -- what he needed -- so far and perhaps if he were to continue on the path which she led him on, he would only have more to gain. What choice did he have? She seemed to know what he wanted and what he needed in order to survive.
His did not slouch, but he did not demonstrate a position of control. He looked at her . . . his eyes burning red. "More," he said in a hoarse, deep voice. She had to give him more to drink . . . how could he possibly carry on with the little blood he given. He would of hunger or pain . . . either way, it would be excruciating to bear.
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Post by Maria Verdugo on Mar 27, 2009 22:50:21 GMT -5
Maria laughed a musical laugh as if he had told a wonderful joke, She walked slowly up to him and let her hands slide over his chest, and around his neck, "Oh my little lock of love, you will get more. I have a plan to get us a city of blood. I will need your help in taking it. However once it is outs we can drink our fill. All we want, forever."
It was a promise he might not live to see. She knew many would die, maybe even this one. "Will you help me? Will you fight for me?"
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Post by Jasper Hale on Mar 28, 2009 7:16:17 GMT -5
Will you reward me? was what Jasper wanted to know. Would he continue to get fed in this way . . . would she offer him more of a meal than just one small person? Rationality escaped him . . . he would have been entirely confused at this point had he not been distracted by his thirst . . . and by her. He felt a certain loyalty to her . . . as if he wanted to serve her . . . as if he too were driven by her ferocity and greed.
"I will." He did not need to say more. Jasper knew he would remain loyal and do what he could do help her . . . . so long as he was properly fed. "I want more now." He sounded almost like a child complaining . . . and perhaps could have been compared to one had he not spoken with such determination and desperation. He could be patient . . . when he wasn't feeling this way. And a city of blood certainly did sound appealing.
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Post by Maria Verdugo on Mar 29, 2009 0:38:45 GMT -5
"Soon, ly little lock of love, so very soon." She purred at him. "First you might want to meet your new brothers. You will fight with them for the city." She ran her hands down his chest and leaded in. "Your human self used to be in the military. This of this as a strategy. The very best, gets the most. If you win the city for me," Her lips brushed his skin, "You will find the rewards greater then you imagine now. Drinking your fill as well as other things only I can give you."
Pulling back she turned to walk away. "This is the way of our world. There is only the fight, and the power we can obtain." Looking back over at him. "Are you ready to meet your brothers in arms?"
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Post by Jasper Hale on Mar 31, 2009 12:47:21 GMT -5
The military. There was a vague familiarness about that word . . . and yet, Jasper did not bother to concern himself with it. He was far too distracted to reminisce about a time where he was in more control of himself. He was only hearing certain words that she spoke: brothers . . . military . . . win . . . rewards -- which was perhaps the word that stuck out the most to him.
He looked at her, his flaming red eyes burned with curiosity and expectation. He expected to be fed, like a dog to his master. But what would he have to do? He would do anything right now. "I am ready." He had to be. This was the only path he knew to follow. He gave one final glance to the body he had discarded to the side, before turning away. He saw nothing wrong with what he done, but he did feel regret. Regret that he had not found a larger body to feed on.
He followed her eagerly and blindly, as he had no clue where they were going. "What exactly must I do?" He wanted to know the plan . . . the plan that would lead him to being fed. All he could think about was more of the sensational liquid, and that was his primary focus.
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Post by Maria Verdugo on Apr 5, 2009 0:18:11 GMT -5
"For now my little toy soldier just come with me and let me introduce you to the others." She told him, "Soon, I will take us the city, and once we smite our enemies, and drive them out, we can have the city. A city of blood for just us." She thought back to his human self and repeated some words she had to other soldiers knowing it might cause there since of duty to come out. They were still new and had some signs of there humans selfs in them.
"We will be the city's guardians." She told him, "We can protect it from others like us and have our picks of meals. It will be everything you could want." She promised. "You'll never want more, and if you do. . . well, we can arrange that."
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 8, 2009 11:01:16 GMT -5
He was only too eager to follow her. It was not only because he had no where else to go . . . but because what she offered him sounded far too tempting to turn away. She was suggesting many things for him, and each was as equally pleasing as the previous one. Of course . . . at the moment -- considering his state -- the most appealing was blood. That was all he wanted right now. He felt as if he was going to explode . . . he felt as if he was going to be unable to control his actions if he did not get more very soon.;
"An entire city . . . " That sounded wonderful. While greed had never been a part of his personality, it was now and he was not sure why he felt so eager to take over an entire city. "We should take it right now." His impatience was great. All he could think about was more . . . humans. More blood.
He growled once again. He was not exactly growling at her, but rather . . . because it seemed to be an instinctive noise to make to express the pain he was feeling. "More. I . . . need more. Strength." His fragmented sentences were a demonstration of his lack to think logically and rationally. He had one thing on his mind.
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Post by Maria Verdugo on Apr 10, 2009 20:14:39 GMT -5
Walking closer to him Maria spoke softly, "You should trust me, my lock of love." She told him reaching slowly out and brushing his hair back from his head. "There is a powerful army of vampires, 30 or so members called the Volturi. If we draw to much attention to our self they will kill us." She explained, "We must bide our time and plan for the larger city. The others are not ready. They need training."
She purred out the next part, "Will you help me train them? Work over them and teach them to follow orders?" Her orders. "Once they are ready, and we can not fail, then we will take the city. Make it ours and drink all we can in the first night."
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 13, 2009 14:43:14 GMT -5
Jasper still did not know what they were. He was not aware of what he had become . . . he just felt that his actions were driven by instinct, not logic. Would he ever feel calm again? He felt he could not control himself, and he could not slow down long enough to realize the extremity of the situation. He was not sure if he trusted her, but he was compelled to. He wanted to follow her, he wanted to help her, he wanted rewards from her . . . he wanted it all.
"Vampires." The word had no meaning to him . . . not right now. He was not even sure if it would sink in later. "I will help you." It was as if he had no choice, nor did he want a choice. "It will be ours." He was already determined to aid her in her success. Jasper however, was not so quick in forgetting the pain in his throat right now. "I want more. Give me more . . . blood." It was as if he had transformed not only into a vampire, but a drone. A broken record which could only focus on one thing at a time . . . and right now, it was his immense thirst.
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Post by Maria Verdugo on Apr 15, 2009 19:50:12 GMT -5
Maria wanted to snap his neck. It would only shock him, and not kill him, since he was already dead. "Jasspper . . . . Dearresstt . . . Mommy doesn't like to repeat her self." Maria said sweet, but curtly. "lets go meet the warriors I have build." Maria knew she needed to give him something else to think about, "Perhaps you can tell me what you think of them? Since you will be joining them." Maria suggested. "Test them out for me?" If he lost she was rid of him and if he succeed then . . . .hmmmmm. She could reward that.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 15, 2009 21:42:55 GMT -5
Jasper did not like the thought of work as much as the thought of a meal. But . . . she was leading him somewhere, so all he could so was follow. He held back a glare, and his expression became distant and cold . . . but one thing would always remain a constant: his thirst. Jasper was not worried about the competition. He did not know what to expect . . . but he would act out with the drive and motivation of receiving another meal. That was all he could think about. Would he even have enough strength to battle others? "All of them?" He asked, clueless of the number or level of skill for each one. He just wanted specific orders, and he would follow them. His tone was insensitive, for he did not concern himself with the thought of killing other -- what he believed to be -- people. After all, he had just so viciously attacked that young girl. If that did not make him feel any remorse, then what could?
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Post by Maria Verdugo on May 20, 2009 18:10:32 GMT -5
Maria gave a deep chuckle. "Are you frightened my little lock of love?" She asked with smile, "Do not fear them," They were only going to try to kill him. "I am sure you will quickly fit right in." She gave another chuckled at her thoughts, her mood a good one, as she lead them though the forest. It didn't take long before the scents of other vampires to cross them and quickly grow stronger and stronger. They were approaching home.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jun 7, 2009 13:53:02 GMT -5
"I am not afraid," he said in a stern tone. He felt no fear right now; perhaps that would wear off in the future for he still did not fully understand what he was. But he could not ignore the instincts that were overwhelming him, and controlling his actions. And now, there was a smell. One that reminded him of the scent that filled the air when he had first waken to see Maria. Only it was stronger . . . much stronger. He followed in silent, wondering how great the number was. Wondering how many be would have to encounter. If he had been more rational, he would have already started planning, but he could not think like that right now. Jasper, who had once been a master strategist, could no longer think logically. Not when he was this condition.
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Post by Maria Verdugo on Jul 1, 2009 12:31:28 GMT -5
Maria drew them closer to the area were they would meet the others in the coven. She was oh so looking forward to the day they became useful to her. Once she had her land back, she was going to fest all the time. She would have the power! She gave a deep chuckle at the thought, and looked back at 'Major Jasper Whitlock' "Come my little toy solider. Can you hear them?"
She could. They were fighting among them selfs, snapping, and snarling. Fighting against their human thoughts, and trying not the think of the blood lust that over came them. Maria smiled, oh her little pets. Soon, oh so very soon they would be ready to bring down her foes.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jul 5, 2009 10:25:23 GMT -5
Jasper heard them too. The sound was overwhelming, for he was not used to having such sensitive hearing. Still, he did not react to it by covering his ears. He was still distracted by the burning in his throat that had yet to be satisfied. When the others came into view, he just stood there, staring at them. They were fighting amongst each other; there was no structure, just reckless, violent attacks between those who probably had no idea why they were battling another. Jasper did not join them though. He just stood next to Maria, staring at them. Did she want him to join in? If it meant that he would get another meal out of it, then he would gladly take part.
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Post by Maria Verdugo on Jul 5, 2009 22:45:33 GMT -5
Maria was slightly surprised with the new one. Normally the animal thoughts and behaviors took over and they joined in quickly. He seemed to study them more then want to fight them. Not quite like a cat would before it strikes. She was pleased with this. Good little soldier. He knew his place and would work out well in this life. "My pets!" Maria gasped as if shocked to find them fighting, "Why are we bickering?" They seemed to stop fighting, but still looked ready for attack, and ready to kill at any moment. It was as if they were just waiting for her word and they would eat the others alive. "I have brought you a brother to meet!"
Looking back at Jasper. "What do you think of my babies?"
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jul 5, 2009 22:55:23 GMT -5
Jasper looked at each of them, as their red eyes only briefly glanced at him for they were mostly focused on Maria. Clearly, he was not the only one infatuated by her. Jasper felt uncomfortable. Not because everyone was staring at either him and Maria, but because he was using every ounce of strength in him to control himself. He felt as if he should join them, fighting, showing skills that would no doubt impress Maria, but no. He stayed standing by her side. Though he tried to distract himself, he still wanted more of that warm, red liquid. Was it ever possible to fully quench his throat?
"I think that with some training, they are well equipped for battle." That was his assessment of them, though he did not study them for long. He just noticed their free-for-all fighting. No strategy. No well planned retaliation. Just unplanned, unskillful combat. It frustrated him a bit. But he did not want to insult them for two reasons. The first, because he did not want to insult Maria by criticizing this . . . army she had created. And the second reason, Jasper was not stupid. He knew that he was outnumbered and that if they all attacked him at once, he would not be very successful . . . or would he? Either way, he did not want to put that theory to the test.
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Post by Maria Verdugo on Jul 5, 2009 23:33:51 GMT -5
"With some training?!"
Maria's chuckled, low and deep filled the little bairn. This new one, Jasper, had managed to anger one of her older pets. They were still only about four months old, and while strong would not be as strong as Jasper who was both very new but freshly fed. Maria did nothing to hinder the events that unfolded next as the older vampire, grew enraged and growled and hissed, before finally charging at Jasper. She watched closely waiting to see who would win. The only time she moved was when a second vampire moved, as if the follow and attack as well, Maria's voice sounded in a command "Don't." And the vampire froze not needing more then that to obey.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Feb 1, 2010 18:07:38 GMT -5
Jasper felt rage -- little did he know it was not solely his own -- but that rage was enough to cause another vampire to run right towards him. Self defense was instinctive, and though Jasper did not know how to kill these creatures, that would not prohibit him from trying. Jasper growled in return, acting both on instinct and also on things he had taken from his previous life; his military life. He quickly moved out of the way and meant to stand behind the vampire. His speed was extremely fast . . . one of the things Jasper was not yet used to as he had just recently acquired this as being one of the many abilities of his vampire self. He stood behind the other vampire, as the irrational one turned towards him, still growling.
He moved his hands towards Jasper, as if to rip of his head, but Jasper quickly grabbed both his arms, and twisted them off as the sound of torn flesh filled the tense air. The vampire yelled out, while Jasper tossed both his arms far away from him, completely out of reach. Jasper was not finished. He quickly lunged, grabbing both ankles and flipping the armless vampire into the air so that he landed very hard on the ground, on his back. Jasper then pressed his foot into the vampire's chest as if to pin him down and keep him there, while he proceeded to rip off each leg. Now, there lay body with no arms, no legs, and Jasper did not feel any remorse. He felt strong, as if he had achieved some grand. He kept one foot to hold down the crippled vampire, and then turned to Maria, silently awaiting her orders.
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