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Post by isabella on Dec 18, 2009 18:33:06 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOUI DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE GET A CLUE[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] There was nothing left for Isabella to do on the Saturday after her father passed on. She had gotten all of her homework done although she procrastinated in between for about three hours. There were times where she hated being so damned smart. Her mind worked at an alarmingly fast rate…at least that’s what the doctor’s said after she woke from her coma almost eight years ago. She was the definition of a miracle, and she would never forget it. Her heartbeat hit flat line at least eight times, each time it would start up again. And not once was her father there for her. Instead he sent owls to the estate where her caretaker would read them to her while she laid half dead in a hospital!
As the memories came back to the young Slytherin girl she felt a surge of anger towards her father. Why on earth should she be mourning him?! The only thing that man ever did for her was bring her into the world. The only reason he left everything to her was because it was her right to inherit it. She threw on her shoes and stormed out of her dorm, the memories still livid in her mind. She walked swiftly out of the large double doors of the castle and made her way to Hogsmade, ready to actually ready the letter her neglectful father wrote to her before he died.
She made her way to the Three Broomsticks and opened the door hearing the very obnoxious bell chime, signaling another customer. She took a seat at a booth and crossed her legs under the table, completely ignoring the wide eyed waiter who came to take her order. She only wanted alcoholic beverages and that could wait until later. Instead she took the knife that was on the table and worked the blade along the dried red wax. Sighing she took the paper that was neatly folded twice to create three creases and ran her fingers along the familiar hand writing. Of course she couldn’t imagine his voice reading it too her…she barley remembered his voice at all…
“My dearest Isabella,” she rolled her eyes at that beginning and stopped reading. The rest was probably just more lies, so there was no point in reading on. She placed the corner of the parchment over the lighted candle and threw the now burning paper at a random coat, watching it go ablaze. She looked around to make sure nobody saw what it was and then watched as the fire was swiftly put out. It was then she was the only calm one and ordered a hot chocolate with whipped cream. Once it arrived she sipped it softly as she looked at the envelope with her full name printed in calligraphy on the front. She sighed and played with the corner of the table, feeling her wallet pressed tightly against her thigh by her skirt.
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TAGGED: One of Bacardi’s charries
WORDS: 2648
OUTFIT: there!
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by beryx on Dec 20, 2009 1:04:03 GMT -5
It had been roughly two months since the fateful night of his 'new' birth. In that time had likely failed his classes, killed a good several dozen wild game, and made another of his kind. All of it within 60 days. He still despised the fact he had become what most called a monster, but to him, the change meant more than gaining fangs and a never ending hunger. The transformation was yet another closer step to being made what he had been fighting since his birth.
His family was about as dark as a wizard clan good get. Their heritage drank deep from the well of Romanian sorcerers and demons, speckled with vampires, werewolves, and shifters. All of which had a craving for power and strength...well accept him..or so Beryx had hoped. Now he wasn't so sure. As time went on he regrettably found himself inwardly revelling at the chase and enjoying his gifts far more than was right. Right now he should have been finding ways to rebel, but instead he was leisurely making his way into Hogsmeade to have some fun, whatever iut might be.
The sun had recently set, but that didn't make the streets any less crowded. Kids from every year flocked the cobbled roads, roaming back and forth from shop to shop. Having just awoke himself, the temptation to make one his prey was nearly unbearable as their hearts rang in his ears. It took all his concentration as well as walking away into the Three Broomsticks to refrain. Luckily this place was nowhere near as full, so the 5th year let out a sigh of relief for the fact. It didn't take long though before his eyes fell on a familiar face of Bella Swan. Mmm just what he needed. They had had a few flings here and there, but it was more for her amusement than anything. She was a year ahead and a pure veela, completely aware of her seductive talents. He had broken it off as soon as he realized he was only her toy..
Now since he was a vampire, the tables had evened out. He still was a year behind, but he too now bore a talent to allure his target into his grasp like a moth to a flame. Should he give her some payback? But then he noticed the sadness in her eyes and how she had been digging into the table with her knife. He now was curious what was really going on. Coming to a decision, the young Silvasi eased his way over and helped himself to the other seat, "Something on your mind?" As he ased this he leaned on the table, slightly piching his chin in a mock thoughtful manner as he waited for an answer. Though as he did, a new stronger heartbeat began to sing to him...
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Post by isabella on Jan 1, 2010 14:50:59 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOUI DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE GET A CLUE [/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Isabella had been watching the people panic for almost twenty minutes. The angry man whose coat she caught ablaze, was busy yelling at just about every waiter on duty, threatening to shut the place down. She was on the brink of uncontrollable laughter when a familiar scent wafted through her nose. Looking around for probably the sweetest, yet deceiving, scent she knew all to well. Then, a presence sat beside her and she resisted the urge to cover her nose. As sweet as it was, her natural instincts knew better and were telling her to just leave.
She looked over to see who it was and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor as she saw who it was. Beryx?! When the hell did he become a vampire?! Then again, she hadn’t really spoken to him since they broke up. Although, that was back before she met her sister and before Trevent really forgave her. They helped her break the memory charm her father put on her and she remembered the person her mother wanted her to be…and she was trying to restore that person.
As he spoke to her she fought back the urge to crinkle her nose. So sweet. Smiling slightly she said, “Not really.” a bit curtly. She was not about to complain to an ex of hers about the death of her father. So instead she decided to fill him in on what he missed. “That guys coat got set on fire.” she said casually, a giggle bubbling on her lips. She bit it back and faintly heard the door slam as the pissed man stormed out. Looking at the old ‘friend’ in front of her she smiled, wondering what the night would turn into.
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TAGGED: One of Bacardi’s charries
WORDS: short sowwie
OUTFIT: there!
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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