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Post by vader on May 7, 2010 15:51:20 GMT 1
Caroline lay silently still in her small bed. Her eyes were closed and her breathing light. It was a rare event to see the girl in such a peaceful and silent slumber. She usually didn't sleep so well but she had recently unleashed quite a bit of rage on a passing individual. She had been fairly certain that tyhe woman didn't attend this...place. Either way...It didn't matter. She was satisfied and in a decent mood. Therefor, she was having a decent rest.
That soon ended though. A sharp knocking on her door snapped her back to this iggnorant place she called...or was forced to call home. Well there went her good mood. She grumbled and stood up, grabbing a pair of tight black pants off her floor. As she put them on she looked around. God this place was a wreck. She stumbled toward the door, only in her tight black pants and red and black bra. She flung the door open and glared at the person there. "What do you want?" she spat hatefully. Frightened, the younger student shook their head and walked off rather quickly. She growled slightly and slammed the door shut before walking back and flopping back down on her bed. Honestly. Stupid Kids. Wasting her time. She kind of wished that people would leave her alone but if anyone did come to see her she'd kind of just wish they'd just walk in, tell her what they wanted, then leave. There were only a few people she'd deal with but she wasn't sure who yet.
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 8, 2010 9:13:51 GMT 1
Zack walked down the corridor to his room, the ever present dark cloud hanging over his head. Not paying much attention to his surroundings as he was almost flattened by a younger student who looked like he seen a ghost ran towards him. Growling slightly Zack shouted a few things to him just to make him feel worse but bit back to harsh remarks before continuing on. Shaking his head Zack glanced back over his shoulder and ahead again as he saw a door slam. Somebody was in a bad mood maybe that was who the younger kid was running from. Lacking anything better to do it seem the perfect time to make there mood worse and lifted a hand to the door, tempted to run off after but strangely stayed. He didn’t think whoever it was that lived behind the wall was something he couldn’t deal with. He didn’t know it was Caro or he would have just kept walking. He didn’t like Caro, not at all, he hardly knew her but still he didn’t like her. He didn’t like anyone much especially girls like her who were full of themselves. She was a bitch of the highest class and Zack wanted nothing more then to smack that umbrella she so proudly carried around over her fucking head. Who did she think she was? Stupid, that was who she was. Annoying to, and ugly. Moronic, stupid and crazy. So why did he find that kind of a turn on? His own stupidity maybe but he sure as hell was never going to give her the satisfaction of knowing it as the other traits he saw in her far outweighed the one nice thing he thought about her.
Waiting for the door to open he put a finger to it and found it was unlocked so with a faint smirk just gave it a slight kick to open it. If Caro was behind it she get a door in her face, if not she be on display to the whole corridor. But when the door was open he saw who was inside and even though he didn’t show it outwardly, inwardly he shuddered seeing the vampire. Vampires were disgusting, it was pathetic how they so readily went nuts after not getting a bit of blood or cringed at a tiny bit of sunlight. Walking in Zack looked around before walking over to her table and throwing quite a few things off it before finding what he was after. A notebook he had extremely reluctantly let her have, mostly after being forced to by the tutor under the premise he ‘had to learn to share’. He guessed as he was here he might as well take it back, whether she was done with it or not and turned to leave but not before letting Caro know how much he disliked her and having to give her his book. “Next time get your own. Im not a charity.” He said with a frown looking to her only now taking in her clothing which made him think she was more of a whore. “You look like a whore.” He added, no sense in keeping feelings hidden.
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Post by vader on May 8, 2010 11:59:09 GMT 1
Caro groaned, nearly silently, as she heard someone kick her door open. There were only a few people in this school who would really just walk in. She glanced up and then shut her eyes at the sight. Zack. She didn't really want to look at him. He was alot of thing she hated. She had no clue he had the same opinion of her as she did him. But with Caro, the fact that he turned her on outweighed everything else. She shook her head and opened her eyes reluctantly.
She watched him head to the table and rolled her eyes as he grabbed his notebook. She really hadn't even wanted it. She hadn't had one and the tutor made him give it to her and then proceeded to make her work. Dumbass tutor. She didn't say a word and her blank expression didn't change. Only when he told her she looked like a whore did her expression change. She laughed. One single, unamused laugh. She stood and looked him over once.
"I'm in my own house. Had I known anyone was coming I might have been better prepared." It was a nice comment for her. She could have snapped back at him but she didn't feel the need to. Her voice was calm and while the reply was a little smartass, she hadn't really put any emphasis on it to sound that way. She walked to her closest and threw on a black shirt. She ran a brush through her hair and glanced in a mirror. She looked...normal. If Zack still thought she looked like a whore then he had more issues then she thought.
"So is that all you wanted?" she asked calmly. She crossed her arms and kept a calm expression. Her eyes flipped to the notebook. She had torn all the work out of there and shredded it...She hated school. The only thing left in there was a drawing of a girl she had killed a few weeks ago. She had had a rather sick and twisted urge to draw the girl as she screamed for help. She smirked. She doubted Zack would realize that the girl had been devoured soon after. He would just think her even stupider and move on. Yipee.
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 8, 2010 13:52:51 GMT 1
Not content with making a mess of her room Zack decided if Caro was going to make it that clear he wasn’t wanted he would stick around. It amused him to think she liked him or may like him, girls were alien to him so he had no idea what they thought half the time. He just liked annoying them, especially Caro. “No, you always look like a whore.” Zack added with a nod as he flipped through his book to check none of her writing was in it, if there was he would have torn it out but it seemed Caro had already done it. What a waste of good paper, killed a tree for no good reason.
Looking back to Caro, Zack shrugged lightly and held his book by his side as he looked around her room. It was more tidy then his room apart from the stuff of hers he had chucked to the floor. Picking up a few things from her room he ignored her question for a moment far more interested in messing with her things then Caro herself. “For now.” He said eventually looking back to his note book and seeing a page she had left in, a frown crossed him as he looked at it and tore it out, crumpling it up and dropping it on her floor. “You can’t draw.” He said blankly looking to her and closing his note book again. Zack quite proudly knew he could draw, it was the one thing he was good at and actually would do well at if asked. If he was at a art school like his dad told him he could go to then maybe he be better, life would be better but instead he was in this shithole.
Then he spied her umbrella and picked it up to look at it, placing his note book to one side for now as he twilled the thing around like a sword. Smacking it against Caro bed in the action but at least he wasn’t aiming for her head just yet. “Sorry.” He said but it hardly came across as apologetic and he continued to twirl it round and attempt to open it up.
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Post by vader on May 8, 2010 14:09:30 GMT 1
Caro raised her brow as Zack crumpled up her paper. Couldn't draw? It was a highly detailed sketch and anyone else would have said it was good. Yet she honestly didn't care. The girl herself knew she could draw so why should she seek the approval of him? She thought back lightly to how he had said she always looked like a whore. She didn't think she did but oh well. To each his own. He had his opinions. She didn't mind.
She watched him grab her umbrella though and her back straightened. Should anything happen to that, she'd be stuck in here for a damn long while...or at least till nightfall. She opened her mouth to protest and stepped forward as he flung it about and finally smacked her bed with it. Her icey cold hands clasped around his wrist and she yanked it from his hands. She held it close to her. She glanced down to his notebook and proceeded to quote him, "Get your own..." she shook her head. Honestly...this kid was sort of immature. She crossed the room and set it down by the door to her closet.
She didn't see how he had any room to call anyone stupid or idiotic or immature. What kind of person barged into someone elses room and began tampering with that other person's things and looking for an arguement? A child...a young, immature child. She huffed and proceeded to pull her red hair from her face and back into a loose ponytail. When she looked back at Zack she shook her head and proceeded to sit down on her bed and make sure he didn't screw anything else up.
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 8, 2010 14:44:41 GMT 1
It was to much fun playing with Caro to stop now and he rather liked how she just grabbed his hand to pull her umbrella back. Not many would dare touch Zack and he guessed even less would think about touching a vampires only means of going out during the day. “Ok, keep your wig on.” Zack mumbled and leaned against the wall with his arms folded. It might be immature but he did want a reaction out of Caro, he wanted her to snap and shout and threaten to kill him. It was all for fun in his mind, he just loved drama and winding her up. A small grin crossed him at the thought but he guessed it would be to much to go and grab her umbrella again and run off with it. Instead he watched her sit down and frowned, was the game over so soon? Maybe she was the type that couldn’t take being messed with.. Even better really, Zack liked tears as much as he liked shouting.
Following her Zack clambered on her bed, dragging mud from where he been outside over her covers and kneeling behind her before sitting by her side. Not saying anything and just stared at her, breathing quite heavily that or you just noticed it more as Caro wasn’t breathing. “Aw, come on darling. Don’t give me the silent treatment.” He said glancing back to her umbrella wondering if he could grab it again, he was feeling active and up for a chase outside. He wondered what happened if a vampire went into sunlight, he get to see if he tried. Maybe they did start burning up, that would be hell as funny. Caro would go more red then her hair and with that thought he moved to her window and curtains to pull them open. Sunlight would do her good.
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Post by vader on May 8, 2010 15:02:04 GMT 1
Caro watched as Zack climbed onto her bed and she sneered at the dirt and mud that was spread about. She shrugged though. She had clean linens in the closet. She looked at him as he sat beside her and only meerly and elegently raised her brow as he spoke to her. If she wanted to talk to him she would. Until then he was out of luck. As they sat in silence, Caro knew he was thinking of something. She smallowed a slightly nervous lump in her throat and waited.
When she saw Zack stand and move to the blinded window she gasped and jumped up. She grabbed at his hand as he reached for it but being a smidge too late, pressed herself to the still darkened corner. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" she hissed angrilly. She cautiously reached toward the window to grab the strings for the blinds and lowered them, wincing until the moment the room was dark again. She grumbled and stepped toward Zack.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and led him back toward her bed. "Look. If you're going to insist on staying a while. At least sit down and try not to mess anything up!" she growled. She huffed and crossed her arms, glancing at her mirror and frowning at her messed up hair. She pulled the ponytail loose and ran her fingers through the tangled mess. She shook her head again and grabbed her brush, brushing it lightly.
"So seriously...why are you here?" she asked, her voice calm again as she brushed and kept a stern eye on the child via reflection. She wondered if he could see her reflection. She knew regular humans couldn't see a vampires reflection. But she had no idea if other...creatures, as they were called, could.
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 8, 2010 15:49:27 GMT 1
If Zack truly liked Caro then he probably would want to cause her any pain and a small part of him was saying it was a stupid idea but still he pulled back the curtains to flood the room with light. She obvious had been given a scared as she darted for the tiny bit of shadow the light didn’t reach, it surprised Zack to see her like that but it didn’t stop him from holding the blind open and leaving the light to penetrate her room. He was just waiting for her to start smoking, for her skin to bubble and crawl, just a little, enough to know why sunlight was so bad for them and to satisfy his curiosity to what happened. But not much did happen or there wasn’t enough time and Caro had reached out to put darkness around them again. Still, it obvious did them no good as Caro looked a bit shaken by the small amount of time she been exposed.
Zack look far less worried the Caro and almost surprised at her reaction as he stared at her with a faint smile. He had got her talking at last, Zack didn’t like silence or being ignored. “Nothing. You the one going mental over sunlight.” He said giving her a hard shove back away from him with a frown. But Caro had her hands back on him again and pushed him away to the bed again, but he couldn’t resist giving her wardrobe a kick on the way in hopes of knocking her umbrella over. Zack had set out to make trouble and upset someone and that was what he was going to do, it often involved some harm as well. He laughed at what she said and sat on the bed staring at her and lay back making himself completely at home. “To uptight. That your problem. Its the corsets you wear, cuts the blood off to your brain.” Zack said with a grin staring at her ceiling then back to her at the mirror.
Ok so he didn’t think Caro was totally ugly, she was pretty in a unique way. He did like her red hair and watched her sort it in the mirror. Well he was staring at her slightly but casually flicked his attention away when she spoke. “To get my note book, duh.” He replied with a small laugh, “And im bored.” He added pulling a leg up to pick some mud off his boots and a few stones, girls like cleaning so Caro shouldn’t mind a bit of dirt.
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Post by vader on May 8, 2010 16:10:43 GMT 1
Caroline scoffed as she turned away from her mirror, bending over to pick up the umbrella that had fallen as she had lead Zack back to her bed. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "So you have your notebook...check that off the list. But as for boredom...there is only so much I can do for you there...I'm sure you could think of better things to do." she muttered. She turned away from him and rolled her eyes.
He was a mess. A total mess. She picked up a few shirts off the floor and threw them into a hamper she kept for dirty clothes. She'd need to do laundry soon so she might as well get her clothes ready for it. When she turned back around she scoffed as she saw what Zack was doing. She hated cleaning as it was! He didn't have to add to it! She swept over to him and leaned down so she was right in his face. "Would you please stop!?!" she hissed. She shook her head and sighed. "I thought you liked making a mess of people's lives...not their rooms." she said. She was half joking...okay...almost completely joking. She glanced over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled challengingly. He was pushing it and she could fight back if he provoked her enough.
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 8, 2010 17:11:45 GMT 1
“Probably. But you are giving so much entertainment.” Zack said with a smile not planning on leaving just yet. It was nice to be somewhere that wasn’t lessons and wasn’t the dark pit that was his bedroom, he wouldn’t mind inviting Caro back there but doubted she go and if she did with the plan to mess with his stuff there wasn’t much she could do to make the place look worse then it did. So far he was pushing all her buttons and loving doing it. He knew he was irritating her but it had to be better then the other trait in him of abusing people. He just grinned seeing her reaction and chewed his lower lip to stop himself bursting out laughing but was clearly amused. “Fuck your ugly.” He commented casually as she loomed over him, “And I am, am I not? I mean, you look pretty messed up.” Zack said staring back to her and away again. Boredom was setting in again so he sat up and glanced around wondering what else he could do, people he could talk to. Caro was only as good as getting a reaction from but she looked like she was close to snapping.
Walking over to her he eyed her close again, staring at her hard with those purple eyes. No such thing as personal space here, that and he was copying her shoving her face to his on the bed. Placing a hand to her cheek, he had allowed her to touch and shove him around without reaction far to much in this meeting so now it was his turn. Zack wouldn’t be as soft handed though and instead turned her head to look her over before giving her a slap round the face. “And don’t be smart.” He said firmly with a light frown. He was classed as violent for a reason, much like Caro was while level separated them it meant little between two people who obviously had a love hate relationship, even if neither would admit it. Today Zack wanted to fight, he wanted to see blood even if it was his own.
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Post by vader on May 8, 2010 17:25:18 GMT 1
Caro wasn't one to be pushed around. And if she was she fought back and rarely held back. The moment Zack's hand touched her skin in a sharp slap and his words met her ears, she felt something snap inside her. If you pile the facts that she was already mad, she only preyed on men and boys, Zack was a man, they were both violent, and Caro was starting to feel her ever growing hunger and thirst for blood....it was sure to be a rough evening.
She felt her hands flash out toward him and her nails contacted with the skin on his left arm, cutting it open. Her mouth was open and heading for his flesh but she, thankfully, regained control and pushed herself away from Zack. She didn't want to kill him. While she'd never ever...never admit it...she did like the boy. She eyed the blood on his arm and her breathing, which was rarely heard, was heavy. She shook her head swiftly, her red hair (again messed up) waved about her face. "Don't ever do that again." she said, her breathing still heavy.
It was taking quite a bit of effort for her not to attempt to devour him. She felt her hands twitching by her sides, her eyes darting from his eyes to the blood on his arm. She pressed herself against the wall. She knew Zack was a higher risk factor then her but she had no idea what to expect from him really. She had never actually attacked him like that before and she knew it had probably pissed him off. While she did back away, it wasn't completely out of fear...it was also out of the fact that she wanted to get away from the smell of fresh blood. She waited to see what he'd do. She didn't want to fight him because one wrong move and one of them would be dead. She wouldn't so much mind dying...but she really didn't want to kill him.
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 8, 2010 18:06:28 GMT 1
Hitting a girl was something every male on the planet new was wrong or was told was something you shouldn’t do. Zack new that and there was a point that if a guy even looked at his sister wrong he flatten them. Protection though was far from his mind when he hit Caro, it was pure wanting to control her, abuse her and make her angry. He rarely got any reaction from people he beat up other then tears or shouting, few physically fought back and those that did were no match for him. He used intimidation to get them to back of before any real hits could be thrown. Caro was a new thing to him and he was only just learning what he could and couldn’t do with her, it seemed he could trash her room and things but a tiny slap and she lost it.
Feeling her nails dig in a wave of pain naturally washed over Zack but he wasn’t to worried, he would heal and a lot quicker then most. He didn’t know what she was after, if it was just to cause pain, damage or to feed, he doubted she wanted to kill him. If it was a blood snack she get something different from Fey blood, it wasn’t like a humans as it wasn’t natural. Alcohol like would be the best way to describe how it be to her, in that sense Zack wanted her to drink from him and get herself pissed. Caro by now would know Zack heart was beating faster but it was as much from fear as it was he was incredibly turned on. Yeah it was not normal but who was in this place? He just wished it wasn’t his left arm, it was the one that wasn’t totally fucked up. “Yes, miss..” Zack replied dryly, sarcasm heavy in his tone. Though he couldn’t promise he never do it again when he got reactions like this.
Lifting his arm Zack ran a finger through the trickling blood on his arm and felt it on his figures, a smirk on his lips. He heard Vampires were naturally attracted to Fey, something about the smell and taste but was that rumour or fact? Walking forward he closed the gap between himself and Caro still smirking as he press a arm on his to pin her back and wiped his blood stained hand over her mouth. “Enjoy.” He said darkly, wanting to get her addicted or at least drunk, his eyes now almost glowing and whether Caro noticed before or not, Zacks Fey traits were more evident up close. Like the purple eyes and slightly pointed ears.
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Post by vader on May 8, 2010 18:22:06 GMT 1
Caro watched as Zack touched the blood on his arm. She bit her lip as her eyes watched the liquid. When he stood and approached her, she felt her back straighten up. The distance between them was closed and she tried hard to keep her eyes stricktly on his. But as he spoke and his blood covered hand was pressed against her mouth, her eyes closed and her hands clasped down tightly on the hand. She wouldn't dare bite into his skin, knowing she wouldn't stop...but she allowed her her nails to cut his flesh and as the blood trickled out she allowed her mouth to indulge on the sweet sweet fey blood.
It was true. Vampires were more attracted to a fey. Yet she knew the consiquence of it. Like some normal people were not good at handling their alcohol, Caro was a light weight when it came to fey blood. She allowed her eyes to open and she caught Zack's. Her eyes narrowed and she tore her face from his deliciously blood coated hand. She slipped away from him and the wall and growled lightly. She grabbed a towel and wiped the blood from her hands and face...so she wouldn't be tempted. She flopped down on her bed and shut her eyes.
And that probably wasn't a good idea. Laying down. Closing her eyes. Zack being here. She didn't think of it though. She rested her hands over her forehead. All Zack could do was turn her on to no end...or piss her off to the point of breaking. And sometimes, like now, he did both of those at the same time. And that wasn't a good combination for the young vampire.
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 8, 2010 19:21:22 GMT 1
Zack was now just fucking with Caro mind almost wanting her to lose control and attack him. Show how weak and pathetic she was at not being able to hold back, a small cut and she went mental at the sight and smell of blood. He smirked seeing her expression but didn’t hold back from smearing his hand over her even if the result might be bad for him. He didn’t have to smack her to hurt her when just bleeding sent her crazy. Caro did manage to slip away though and Zack was please with his effort so far, still chuckling darkly to himself as he watched her fall on the bed. “Don’t mess with me, Caro.” He said wondering and licking his own blood, really not seeing what the fuss was about.
Staring down at her he wondered what vampire blood was like, did they actually have any or was it purely what they took off others? Another curiosity he had to find out much like the sunlight idea. “Tell me Caro, whats it like feeding of someone? I saw that drawing, you enjoy it a little to much.” He said looking her over, that sort of behaviour wasn’t nice or fair. As ever he felt he should be the one to correct such behaviour and wondered towards the window again only slightly pulling the blinds open to allow a crack of light in and over Caro and the bed. He didn’t have anything to harm Caro with on him but throw some light in and her skin was bound to crack a bit easier.
Smiling he leaned over her and gave a hard smack on the side, no reason for it really but in Zacks mind it was justified. He was teaching Caro a lesson, to not mess with him or swan about like she owned the place.
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Post by vader on May 8, 2010 19:35:30 GMT 1
Caro shook her head as Zack spoke. She wasn't messing with anyone. He was messing with her. She opened her eyes as he reached the blinds again. A soft bit of sunlight fell over her body and she screeched in terror and jumped up. She moved out of the line of light and inched toward the blind quickly. She closed them yet again and again, guided him toward the bed. She looked around and not seeing anything else to secure him with, grabbed an old shirt before tearing it and using the shreads to tie his hands to the boards of her bedframe. They acted kind of like handcuffs but Caro knew they wouldn't hold up long. Just long enough for her to actually grab a pair of hand cuffs from her cabinet, loop them through the strings of the blind, and then secure it to the foot of the table...just to ensure he couldn't mess with the blinds again.
She placed her hands on her hips, chin up proudly. She knew as soon as Zack tore the cloth apart and could reach her he'd probably hit her again. She bit her lip only slightly as she eyed him. He did look rather delicious like that though. All tied up...and bloody...
She smirked. "And to answer your question....you should find out for yourself." she muttered. "I know you're crazy enough to kill someone for it...If you truely wanted to know." she continued. That would probably irritate him. "And as for the drawing...how do you know I killed him?" she teased. Though it was true. Everyone knew that Caro liked to play with her food before she ate it.
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