The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]
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				Title: <strong>The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 04:45:46</strong>
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				There was a crisp scent in the chilly air. The start of fall always brought about it's own&nbsp; sharp scent, especially in the chilly state of Minnesota, even more so in Duluth. The far northern city frequently was fog filled and overcast, the sun breaking through mostly in the summer rather than fall, winter or spring. <br><br>There was a crunch on the pavement as an old, rusty station wagon pulled into the parking lot of Alabaster Dorms on the local college campus of Greeton College-A selective private college in the outskirts of Duluth. The station wagon was an off-white color and packed with boxes. The car parked and the engine halted it's sickening rumble, the drivers side door creaked open and a young woman emerged. The young woman was short, no taller that five foot two, with short auburn hair ending at her shoulders and piercing grey eyes. She wore, what looked like, work clothes. A plain blue t-shirt, a size or two too big for her, with a few small holes and stains, her pants were a faded dark blue with more paint and stains than the blue denim color on them. <br><br>The young woman proceeded to sigh triumphantly as she looked up at the large brick building before her--her new home away from home for the year. The auburn haired female locked her car and walked into her new residence. Inside the building was well lit with a fireplace in the main room and several large comfy-looking chairs and couches. "You living here?" Asked a young man behind a desk. The young women nodded to him, smiling brightly. "Name?" He asked dully, grabbing a clipboard. "Gabriella Hanten," She paused a moment, watching his slender, pale fingers flip through the pages of the clip board. "Gabby, or Ellie for short." She added as he scanned over names and room numbers. "Congrats," He said sarcastically. "You're on the 4th floor. Room 402." He bent down to look behind the desk, digging around for the key. <br><br>The tall, scrawny, almost sickly pale man stood back up and handed her two keys. "There you go, you're room is a one bedroom, so it's smaller than most." His attention then turned to a book sitting on the desk before him, Gabby took this as her time to leave. <br><br>Gabby played with the keys as she left to the fourth level. There was an old rickety elevator, which would be good for moving all her boxes. A few people were moving around on the fourth floor, but most people weren't moving in until the next day. Ellie found her room towards the end of the hall. She unlocked the door and it opened up into a small bedroom with a loft bed, and a window peering over the lake that was on campus. Ellie wasted no time in cracking the window open and flipping her mattress to the side with the fewest stains. There was a small bathroom attached to her bedroom with a toilet, sink and shower, it wasn't much larger than 3 1/2 by 4 feet. The short woman left her room and started the long and daunting process of moving in box after box of her possessions, and then, unpacking the mass of boxes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 08:42:53</strong>
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				Vincent was excited to get out of his hometown, the only college that accepted him was some small private school in a city he had never heard of, Greenton College. His car was an older jeep which he loved to death, a gift from his parents. The small jeep was rust brown and lacked an engine but when he got it but with a little work from him and his dad they got it back into shape, along with an absurd amount of money. Now the pitch black jeep rolled down the chilly day, he grumbled at the wind, not affected much by the crisp cold temperature. <br><br>He was the perfect creation of his mother; his skin was a light tan, her light brown hair and her seductive green eyes. But unlike her he took after his father physical features, he was tall and lean. All his muscle was self gained from working out in the gym, he needed to keep in shape for the baseball team. Originally he wanted to play college baseball for one of the bigger colleges but he was never around when scouts came to the games. <br><br>Entering the school campus limits he was a bit upset at seeing everyone dressed up so warmly, specifically the ladies. Jackets, scarves and sweatpants everywhere, he did not blame people for dressing warmly but he was irritated. Cold air as something he rarely felt, currently he had on a black T-shirt and a pair of shorts, he had a feeling it had something to do with his “condition.” Every time he saw the picture of Gabby and him hanging from a small picture from his rearview mirror it followed with a taste of sadness. They practically grew up together, she was his first kiss and his first girlfriend, he actually thought she was the love of his life.&nbsp; That was when he actually believed in such a flawed emption, love….he pulled the picture down and threw it into his glove compartment, annoyed with his moment of weakness.<br>“This is a fresh start Vincent! Do not drag the past into this!” <br>Grumbling to himself he pulled into a parking spot and got out of the vehicle. Taking a few deep breaths he left the car to take a quick tour, mostly towards the cafeteria. <br>His mind was quite simple: food, girls, baseball, girls, guitar, girls and school. This was his new life, away from everything, different then before, he accepted this new life waiting to experience it all. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 21:46:23</strong>
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				Gabby quickly moved down the stairs, almost floating to the ground floor. The short woman walked to her car, her hand digging into the pocket of her jeans, taking out her car keys. As Gabby made her way to the old station wagon her eyes caught the sight of a tall man walking towards the cafeteria. Something about him seem familiar. He was tall with a nice even tan and light brown hair. He reminded her of someone. <em>Couldn't be.</em> Gabriella turned to her car, unlocking the back and opening the hatch back. As the door moved up reluctantly it made a sharp squeaking noise from when she was rear ended a year ago, the door never quite worked the same after that. Gabby looked at the boxes and two duffel bags, the bags came out first, dropped to the gravel ground.<br><br>Gabby closed the back, making the same scream it made when it was opened. Her sharp gray eyes moved to the duffel bags which were full of her clothes. The slender woman carefully picked up the bags after she had returned the keys to her pocket. Gabby set back towards the dorm, shorter than before as she was weighed down by the large bags. The young woman's mind wandered, thinking of the man a part of her wished was here, while another part couldn't be happier to just move on and forget about his existence. 
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 00:54:07</strong>
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				Few sounds would stick in his mind for ever and he swore he heard the squeaking of Gab Gab's car. Turning around he tried to look for a parked car but he was mind campus, his ears hearing had increased since his 16th birthday. His ears had a very distinct feature, they top of them were not round like others, they ended at an angular curve. His mother told him he brought it on himself, she always had to drag him around by his ears since he was such a hell raiser in his younger years. They did not look out of place, it was just another shape feature that made up his face. <br><br>He kept walking towards the cafeteria lost in his own thoughts, most of them of Gabriella, due to the loud noise her heard earlier. Reminiscing old memories were never good for him, it only made him sad on why their relationship had gone sour, what was the source of his internal bitterness. His secret was his own, he did not want to hurt her, not after knowing what he truly was. Their relationship strained before his 17th birthday, he never was able to let a girl get close to him after that, always afraid he would hurt them. His state of mind made him into a prolific womanizer, stepping into the area he immediately got to work.<br><br>"Hello ladies, I am Vincent, the fresh face on the campus! Mind if I take a seat?"<br>He was very forward with girls, he learned shortly after him and Gabby were history, that girls likes a confident and well kept man. Smiling they checked him out and talked to him. His target for tonight was the redhead in the group, all he had to do was separate her from the herd. Like a hunter he began to work his magic, laughing and easing into their conversation, eventually just focusing on her. Completely neglecting the fact that he did not even know where his room was.
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				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 02:50:34</strong>
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				Gabby dragged the duffel's into her room and quickly returned to her car to drag boxes. It took her less than thirty minutes to completely unload her car into the room. The hard part was still before her, unpacking. The back of Gabriella's hand whipped across her forehead, moving a few stray hairs out of her face. She had already shoved her clothes into the drawers built into the wall-at least she only had to unpack her books, and other items. Gabby opened a box, the top held a black CD player, she set it on the desk which was built under the loft bed. Next was a binder with CDs, Gabby opened the CD case, flipping through the pages for a CD to listen to. She carefully plucked a CD out of the case and placed it carefully into the CD player, which she then plugged in. Blue lights flashed "12:00" at her, which she ignored, quickly pressing the play button and turning back to the box in front of her. The CD began to play, the sound of a woman singing in a foreign language filled her room, spilling out of her window. Gabby looked back into the box before her, and continued to unpack. It took Gabriella took almost and hour to finish with the boxes. Once she was done, the room was set for her. <br><br>The desk had a laptop on it next to the CD player, her bed had four fluffy pillows covered in light green sheets. In the room was a mini fridge and microwave, as well as a small TV. There was only one chair, which sat in front of the desk. The clock continued to blink, although now it blinked "12:52". Gabby took her cell phone out of her pocket and checked the time. It was almost three according to her phone. Her eyes moved to a picture, set up next to the clock, a picture of Gabby and Vincent, it was a cute picture, her arms were around him, kissing him on the cheek, his smile was dorky, his arms were wrapped around her waist. Her eyes lingered on the photo, before snatching it and slamming it face down on the desk. <em>Why did you bring that, you fool? Remember how that happened? He doesn't even want to talk to you, stop clinging to the past.</em> She thought to herself harshly. Gabby set the clock with annoyance, the CD continued to sing to her as she moved towards the bathroom, going to shower. <br><br>Gabby undressed in the bathroom and stepped into the shower, the water was hot, steam spilling over the edges of the curtain. Gabby washed her hair with her usual sweet tangerine scented wash. A sigh escaped the young woman as the water hit her face, her mind lingered on the man she knew everything, and yet, nothing about. She snapped herself out of it by shutting off the hot water and leaving the bathroom. Gabby dressed herself quickly in comfortable, form fitting dark blue jeans and a black long sleeve shirt with a blue star on the chest. She also picked up a large red hooded sweatshirt, which she also pulled on. Gabby moved to snatch her laptop, shoving on gray canvas shoes as she moved, her gray eyes seemed uncharacteristically tense. Gabriella picked up the laptop and her dorm keys, exiting her room to head down to the main room with the large comfy chairs-where she planned to curl up and busy herself with sending an email to her parents as well as checking up on her classes situation. As Gabby left her room, turning to lock it she remembered she still needed to get her books for classes. With a grumble and a few curses, she went back inside, grabbing a small messenger bag, which she shoved her laptop into. Gabby finally exited the dorm building, heading towards the college community building, where the bookstore was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 03:25:09</strong>
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				"I don't mind if you have a boyfriend...I mean he is in another state, that doesn't even count." <br>His conversation with the red headed girl was getting a bit more interesting, her friends were annoyed by his constant flirting so they excused themselves. Waving goodbye to them he continued talking wither, his silver tongue working his magic on the girl whose name he knew but he did not really care. At one point she wanted to know about his relationships, something he expertly avoided and moved the subject to sex.<br><br>Her cheeks nearly matched her hair as he prodded and spoke to her about everything on the subject. It took him a while but he was sure this was going to lead him to a hell of a fun night. <br>"So you were born here? Know any good places to eat?" He was still hungry and noticed that she was not eating herself, so maybe she was just hanging out with the group of friends that was now long gone. She was new to the town but he managed to convince her that they should go explore the rest of the campus together. <br><br>"Wait right here, I totally forgot I was hungry!" He picked up a burrito, then a second and third, his appetite was always huge. Shoving a soda into a pocket he payed the cashier and made his way outside for the waiting red head. He hungrily devoured the first one as he peeled the wrapper back on the next one.<br>"Want a bite..." he offered to which she kindly replied. As they walked he learned most of the buildings, talking and flirting with the red head. <br><br>As he bit into the third one, he joked.<br>"You should show me your bed...so I can now where to report to every Monday in between classes."<br>The question was to gauge her response but he honestly meant it, he always thought with his head and not the one with a brain in it. 
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				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 04:13:35</strong>
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				As Gabby walked her eyes danced around her, taking in the fire-like hues of the trees around. Gabby loved fall, it was always so crisp and clean feeling. Gabriella moved smoothly across the gravel. Her eyes moved to look in front of her towards the building she wanted to go to. In front of the building stood two people, a female and male. The man was devouring something, then grabbed another thing and started to devour the next item.<br><br>Gabriella moved her attention from the red-headed female to the man eating, as she moved closer, the face became clearer, until the man, twenty feet in front of her, became defined. Gabby stopped in her tracks as her eyes rested on Vincent's handsome face. Gabby could feel her jaw drop as she looked at him. <em>Vincent?</em> Gabby panicked, unsure of what to do, standing there, her mouth slightly open, staring at Vincent who was wolfing down burritos. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 04:36:00</strong>
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				"Gab gab..."<br>That was a nick name he had given her as kids, it was only a nickname he would call her. She was lick a curse to him but not because he hated her, far from it! Whenever she was around his facade he built around as a sex-crazed womanizer crumbled to nothing. He had not realized he was speaking with his mouth open, he chocked the un-chewed bite down his throat with a visible strain. <br>"What are you doing here!" He coughed, walking forward he was unsure if he should hug her, even if it was just to feel her body pressed against him just for a blink of an eye. <br><br>His eyes locked on her petite body, still perfect even behind her work clothes. His true personality reappeared, the goofy/dorky class clown which she grew up with. <br>"Want a bite?" He did not know what else to say, she always made him choke up, after their break up. 
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				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 04:59:05</strong>
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				Gabby heard him say her nickname. There was no doubt in her mind that the man before her Vincent. The food still in his mouth became lodged in his throat, causing him to make a rather awkward noise, then swallow, visibly straining himself to do it. A sharp stab hit her as he started towards her, his question seemed more like an accusation. "I'm... Going to school here." She said with a slight crack in her voice. Her fingers looped around the strap that crossed her chest; she wasn't sure of what to do. Should she punch him, hug him, kiss him, yell at him? Her heart started to speed up as she thought about what to do. "Want a bite?" He asked, Gabby stared at him, her mouth finally closed.<br><br>"Uhm, No thanks..." She said, glancing at the half-demolished burrito. Her eyes moved to the red head, who stood, looking confused on the steps outside the building. Gabby pointed at the woman, who was looking rather annoyed. "I think you're pissing off your..." Gabby paused a moment to try and figure their relationship. "...Friend." She settled on, better say friend then girlfriend an have it confirmed. Gabby looked back to Vincent, who held the burrito half out towards her, she was hungry, but the awkwardness of the situation, and the realization that Vincent was in front of her, caused her stomach to twist about.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 05:51:23</strong>
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				Their relationship was strange to explain, he looked at her gripping her strap of her bag. <br>"Well...I didn't mean it like that...I just didn't expect to see you...I am glad I ran into you..." He ignored the red head girl, as he moved in gave her a hug. <em>Say your sorry Vincent! Say that breaking up with her was the biggest mistake in your life! </em> He had not paid attention to his conscious for two years he was not about to listen to it now. He whispered into her ear, <br>"I just met her she was just showing me around the campus..."<br><br>Pulling away from her he felt a bit more awkward afterwords. He scratched behind his ear, a sign of nervousness for those that knew him well. <br>"ummm...I think we should get going....are you staying in this building also?" He asked not even knowing if he was staying in this building, all he knew was the red head was leading him here. Hopefully he had not pissed her off, he needed to get laid tonight. Sex was the only way he knew how to get Gab Gab out of his mind...and tonight...he wanted to forget even if it was just one night. The girl moves back up towards Vincent as she smiled kindly, but kept her mouth shut. 
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				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 07:48:04</strong>
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				As Vincent wrapped his arms around her in one of his giant hugs, it wasn't really giant but the size comparison of the two made it a giant hug, her heart skipped a beat, her fingers loosened from the strap and reached around him. Gabby took a breath and his sharp spicy-sweet scent filled her lungs, oh how she'd missed that smell. His arms were strong around her, his body almost hot. "I just met her, she was just showing me arond the campus..." He whispered to her, his hot breath hitting her ear and neck, bringing back memories, her spine tingled as he said it. "Ah... That's nice of her." The last thing she wanted was to let him go, but alas, she felt his arms loosen, and hers did the same.<br><br>Gabriella smirked as Vincent scratched behind his ear, she knew he was nervous. <em>You can go, really, you don't need to stay and feel weird, it makes me feel weird too...</em> She tried to will herself to say, but he spoke first. "Yeah... 402. It's a nice building, are you living there?" She asked, feeling nervous, her eyes moved to the red head who approached them. Gabby cleared her throat and looked over at the building. "Well, I really should go get my books... There's probably a line and they close soon." She looked at Vincent and smiled lightly, moving to give him a quick hug, speaking quietly into his chest. "It's nice seeing you." She pulled away and smiled lightly at the red head before she quickly moved to leave towards the bookstore.<br><br>Gabby got to the bookstore, the line was short and the ten minutes it took her in the line seemed to busy to her mind with thoughts of 'what now?'. <em>College doesn't change anything. That cute girl he's with? It's going to be just like high school, nothing has changed.</em> <br><br>The short woman moved about the bookstore, collecting her items and paying the 300 dollar fee, she left and headed back to her room, carrying the incredibly heavy bag in one arm, her body hunched to one side as she made her way to the dorms.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 12:04:28</strong>
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				The rest of the evening he spent attempting to get Gab Gab out of his mind, the red head girl moaned and screamed in pleasure as he ravaged her over and over. The girl lived on the fourth floor, he did not care what room it was but it was not Gabby's. He did not make love to the women he slept with, he fucked them until they both collapsed in exhaustion. But nothing could quench his lust tonight, it had been a long time since this feeling had consumed him. <br><em>Why can't I get her out of my mind! </em> He loathed the girl he was fucking, lost in her own pleasure he felt nothing, not even the sick pleasure he gained from hearing her call his name nonstop. <br><br>Finally he came, pulling out and defiling her body with his seed. He changed just as quickly and left the room in disgust as he normally felt afterwards. Climbing up to the roof, he realized why his behavior was so off, the moon was full tonight. He was stuck on the roof of the building, his body transformed into the creature, his curse. He sat their looking at the moon above him, his chest heaving with grief as he howled it away. <br>"AwoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOooooooooooOooOOOOOOO" <br>His cry was loud and painful, his sorrows leaving his body, in his current state of mind all he could do was think of Gabby, all he wanted to do was get close to her but not like this. He was a monster, he would never forgive himself if she ever brought harm to her. His duty was to protect her, that is what he came to believe, a self sacrifice so that she could be happy. <br><br>"oww..aawww AwooooOOooooOoo&nbsp; Oo oooooo OOOOoOOoooo"<br>A second anguished cry left his sbout as he leaped off the building in a soft flower bed below and escaped into the forest while the moon still cursed the night. He lost track of himself soon after that, waiting for morning to rise. 
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				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 19:48:21</strong>
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				Gabby spent the remaining evening in her room, eating some crackers, her appetite was blasted away after seeing Vincent. She tried to ignore the fact that he was at the same college, and possibly the same building, her eyes moved quickly to the books she just bought, opening one and pouring over the first chapter of "Intro to Biology", she already understood what the book was saying, she had no reason to read it, but it was her escape, her way out of everything. <br><br>Part way into the night the sound of a bed shifting and squeaking caught her attention; she knew what the sound meant, sex. With a sigh she thanked her lucky stars for getting a single room. Though, after a while of squeaking she started to hear words form, more precisely, one word that stuck out: "Vincent". Gabriella wasn't one to get mad, she might get annoyed and stop talking, but she never got mad to the point of screaming. This was one of the first times she had ever gotten angry. Her cheeks flushed as she slammed the two inch thick biology book to the ground. Gabby stood up from the floor quickly and moved to the CD player, pressing play and turning the volume up until she no longer could hear his damned name. Her fingers snatched the picture of the two of them and hurled it out the still-open window in frustration. She hated him! She absolutely hated him! The young woman slammed the window shut and climbed up into bed, hiding herself under blankets and pillows. The sun was almost completely set once the noises stopped, Gabby lifted her head from the pillows, having fallen asleep to her loud music; the thing that woke her up was the sound of a wolf, a almost heart-wrenching cry emerged from the darkness, penetrating the glass of her window. Gabriella listened to it's first cry, then again it's second. <em>I know what you mean...</em> Gabby thought calmly. Gabriella rolled over, falling asleep in the same clothes as before her lights on, her music off. <br><br>Gabby woke up early the next morning, the sun barely cresting over the horizon. Her sleepy limbs moved lazily about the room, her eyes focused on the blue clock "6:32" it read; she sighed, it was going to be a long day, she hated long days-almost as much as she hated Vincent. Gabriella moved to dress in fresh clothes and brush out her morning hair. After changing into faded blue jeans and a green tank top she picked up her purse and started to move to explore the campus. As she exited the dorm building, a piece of junk on the ground caught her eyes, she glanced over at it, swerving her path to see what it was. Sharp gray eyes softened when she saw it. It was the picture of Vincent and Gabriella. Vinny and Gab-Gab. She frowned and picked it up carefully, dusting it off and drying off the morning dew before push it carefully into her purse.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 21:16:57</strong>
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				Vincent woke up to the loud chatter and a few snickers around him. He opened an eye and realized he had fallen asleep in the main courtyard where a handful of students had gathered around. He looked at himself and saw most of his clothing from the day before were in tatters, barely covering his waist. The T-shirt was nothing more than a cloth necklace around his neck, his body was covered in minor bruises and cuts, dirt completed his ragged look. <br>"Get the fuck away from me..."<br>He coughed up and tried to recall what had happened the night before. The red head girl saw him and being the only person who knew him, to her knowledge, helped him up. <br>"Are you ok...."<br>Vincent pulled away and sneered!<br>"I'm fine! I don't need help!" He walked towards his car, he needed to get away from everything for a moment. Thinking on why he had lose track of his actions the night before, something that had never happened before. 
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				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 21:55:00</strong>
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				Gabby looked up from her purse to see a crowd of people. Gabriella didn't care to much about what was occurring, until she saw the dirty and bruised Vincent emerge from the sea of people. Confusion swept over her like a thick blanket. Her eyes followed him as he headed towards his jeep. "Vincent?" She asked, taking a few cautious steps towards him. Gabby spoke again, taking more confident steps towards him. "...Long night?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 22:13:27</strong>
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				He was sitting in the driver seat of his car when he heard her voice. <em>Why did it haunt him so much, why could he just not get away? Was it karma? </em>Almost ignoring her until he heard her voice again. His head went down smashed into his steering wheel not even having the respect for himself to face her.<br>"Hey Gab.....looks that way huh...."<br>The voice was sad and confused, barely even audible as he ignored the pain in his forehead. His chest wheezed for air, not wanting her to see him in such a pathetic state of body and mind. <br>"How Are...you...?" Attempting to change the subject from himself on to her, his regular defense mechanism. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 22:51:21</strong>
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				Gabby was right next to him, peering into his drivers side window. As he hit his head onto the the steering wheel with great force. Gabriella jumped back as she watched him with worry. Gabby reached out and touched the back of his head lightly. "Are you going to be alright, Vinny...?" She asked, her hand moving away from his head. Her eyes lingered on his dirty and bruised form. "You should... Get some clothes on..." She muttered, glancing away from Vincent.&nbsp; Her mind moved to last night, and the anger she felt towards the man before her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 23:58:57</strong>
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				"Yea..." Hopping out of the car and pulling out his duffel bag, his tattered pants stuck to his legs. He tried to get away from Gab Gab, but he couldn't walk away from her. Looking back his seductive green eyes were filled with remorse and regret.<br>"I know I never explained why we broke up....but it was not becuase I wanted to hurt you...I had to do it.."<br>He chocked up a bit.<br>"I'm really sorry..."<br>Forcing himself to move he had to walk away, he swore never to cry in front of anyone ever again and he had to run in order to prevent himself from doing so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 07:25:08</strong>
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				Gabby had expected college to be relaxing. A less drama filled version of high school, although now it was appearing even more dramatic. <em>Then what about that hot red head that was screaming your name last night?!</em> She yelled to him in her head. She wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him, kick him in his favorite appendage. Gabriella knew it had to be just an excuse to get back into her pants. Why else would he say that? Because he honestly was sorry? Ha! There was nothing in the world that could explain why he 'had' to break up with her. Her eyes moved away from his form and back to his jeep, she wanted to open it up and tear it apart, his pride and joy, she wanted to trash it.<br><br>Gabby regained control of herself after her ears turned a bright red. With a sharp inhale she stormed back to her dorm room, passing by giggling groups of happy college students who paid her little attention as she went to her room and slammed the door. She wasn't to be left alone, just to vent, to lie in bed for the rest of the day with her huge textbooks and fill her head with everything and anything beside Vincent. "You didn't have to do it," Gabby muttered as she angrily flipped a page, almost ripping it. "You wanted to! You didn't <em>have</em> to do anything!" Her eyes were razor sharp as she scanned the pages, barely taking in words. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 07:55:44</strong>
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				He was not in the same building as her, but he was in the adjacent one. Almost to spite him and remind him of all the wrong he had done in this life he was on the fourth floor. He pulled the curtains open and looked into the building across from him, <em>She is in there somewhere...Hell knows no fury like a woman's scorn.....</em> his father's favorite saying never made any sense to him until this day. He ran away form her earlier so he could escape his inner demons and her righteous fury. He knew her better than anyone in the world did...he prayed she did not take it out on his jeep. <br><br>He forced himself into the shower to clean up and change, he had to do something to clear his head. Walking down to the book store he picked up his schedule and books, now he was ready to start classes next Monday. Instinctively he picked himself up a brunette;a short and cute one, one that reminded him of her. As he walked towards the cafeteria to get himself something to eat he spoke with her, wanting to know her dreams and ideas before he fucked her for the rest of the night. He sat there...he could not make himself do it, every time she spoke he pictured her face. <em>Fuck why does it have to be like this!</em> Memories of his relation with Gab Gab, he had never walked away from a girl twice in one day...today was a personal record for him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 05:34:19</strong>
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				Gabriella sat on her bed reading for at least an hour, at which point the grumbling her stomach made was becoming painful, and while the crackers and juice she had in her room made a good snack, she needed a meal. The short woman moved from her bed and snatched up an orange zip up sweat-shirt and her messenger bag purse. She had no desire to leave her room, she would even switch all her classes to online if it was offered! Gabriella would stay in her room and only leave for the occasional grocery trip. Although, fate had a much different plan, she was to go to class, be social, and, as fate would have it, see Vincent. <br><br>As the short auburn haired woman walked she kicked rocks and glanced with sharp eyes towards Vincent's jeep. <em>You could just key it, give it one massive scratch, just one!</em> Her mind tried to convince her to do the deed, but her body refused to sway from it's course to the cafeteria. <br>Gabby moved easily past the bookstore towards the delightful smell of food. Her eyes lingered on the menu posted next to the reasonably short line. The lasagna, she now distinguished, smelled glorious. A smile crept over her face as finally, the day was getting better. It started out shaky: seeing her ex almost naked in the square and then him trying to explain how it wasn't his fault for breaking up with her. Gabby felt the blood rise to her face as she thought about her morning, her brain switched quickly to reciting prepositions and adverbs in her head.<br><br>Gabriella just had to wait through this line, get her food and eat it, then off she would go back to her room to continue obsessing over books-her favorite escape. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 06:18:51</strong>
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				Lost in his own thoughts he did not know he had just missed Gab Gab, but almost by instinct he could feel her presence in the air. Walking to his jeep he had forgot to unpack one thing, his guitar, pulling it out he began the journey back to his building. A bench caught his eye as he walked back, not having anything to entertain him besides his own guitar. He popped it open and took a seat, the guitar was noting special in brand but he had owned it since he was twelve. His father insisted he learned to play, said it would help him pickup girls when he was older, the old man was right but it was also his only emotional release besides turning into a wolf and crying to the moon. <br><br><em>Well since my baby left me...I found a new place to dwell....</em><br>His hands moved over the guitar, strumming the soft notes, his words were a whisper and barely audible to anyone unless they were within a 3 foot radius. His song continued, playing a few more songs of the King, and some blues by Johnny Cash. Once in a while a student would stop and listen to a song but just as quickly disappear. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 04:32:59</strong>
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				Gabriella received her meal from a bored looking Blondie wearing a hairnet. The dish steamed as it was handed to her. Gabby moved calmly to pay for her meal, digging in her purse for some spare cash and change, handing it to an acne covered young gentlemen with thick glasses. "Thanks..." Gabby said as he handed her change. <br><br>The young woman glided across the open cafeteria and set her tray and steaming plate down at an empty table, sitting down calmly and setting her bag on the table, digging through it for a moment, taking out a piece of paper and looking for it. Monday, 8am to 9:15am speech, 10am to 10:45 math, noon till 3 painting. Tuesday, 11 to 12:30 Biology, 1 till 4 English, Wednesday, . Thursday, 11 to 12:30 Biology. Friday, 8am to 9:15am speech, 10am to 10:45 math, Noon till 3 painting. She went over her schedule in her head, putting it back in her bag once she went over it twice in her head. Gabby quickly ate and returned to her dorm. <br><br>Gabby busied herself with getting ready for classes and before she really realized it, it was already Monday morning. Gabby rolled out of bed, tired and groggy. She moved slowly to turn off her loud alarm, getting dressed with sleepy clouded eyes. Her hands found a red tank top and black button up shirt, both were slipped on along with dark blue pants and black suede boots. Gabriella packed a small book and a larger one, and a few other items into her messenger bag, grabbing two granola bar and a bottle of juice. As she moved about and got ready for the day she slowly began to wake up, and by the time she stepped out into the brisk morning air, making her way to her first class, speech. As she walked her mind wandered towards Vincent, her eyes glancing over at his jeep, sighing slowly, remembering being in that jeep... Oh the fun they had.... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 09:43:11</strong>
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				Vincent spent most of the weekend getting to know a few people and keeping an eye out for Gab Gab over the weekend, with no luck. With nothing else to do Sunday but prepare for classes he woke up early and left his book bag in his first class, speech, finding some time to spare he went for a jog around small campus a few times. On the third lap he realized that he had lost track of time but stopped for a bite to eat first. <br><br>The professor was not pleased as he was the last one to enter as she was explaining her dislike for tardy students, excuses and eating in her classroom. A few students looked at him giggling, he did not understood what was so funny, almost as if he had planned to walk in at that time. <br><br>"What so funny..."<br>He asked as he scanned the room, the professor handed him the syllabus and pointed at the top three rules, he violated. Reading it, his eyes widened and he chuckled. She was not amused with his antics so he gave her the first ice breaking assignment. He looked around nervously and spotted Gab Gab, giving her a eager wave with the hand that held up the sausage dog he was having for breakfast. He was to give out his name, a hobby and a memory he cherished. <br><br>"Hello guys...my name is Vincent and I like to play guitar and play sports...my most cherished memory was when I played a girlfriend a song...that took me...three months...to learn..."<br>Looking nervously at Gabriella, he reluctantly told the honest truth but was forced to realize the bitter sweet reality of what happened. Sighing he went to sit down and remained quiet as the class went on, glancing over to Gab Gab when she thought he was not looking. He wanted to talk her so badly, but could not find the proper words, she could not know! 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 08:02:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriella was one of the first people into her speech class, she sat down in the back row, in a corner and took out the text for speech. She had already read the first two chapters of the book over the weekend, avoiding leaving her room. She wasn't mad at Vincent, Per-say, it was worse. She was hurt by him, again. <br><br>Gabby was only ten minutes early to the class and the room slowly filled and the teacher entered five minutes before the class was to start. The professor was a middle aged woman with long peppered black hair and tired blue eyes. She watched the clock carefully and as the second hand hit the 12 and made it 8 she began to talk. "There are three rules in this class," She started to write the rules out on the old chalk board. "One, do not be tardy. Two, do not give me excuses. Three, do not eat in my class." A few people slowly tried to hide the breakfast they had brought with. <br><br>Not even 30 seconds late Vincent walked in, eating a sausage. A smile crossed Gabby's face, typical Vinny, Gabby had to resist the urge to laugh at him. "What's so funny...." He asked as the class began to chuckle, then the annoyed teacher showed him the syllabus and he chuckled. His punishment was being the first to do an icebreaker. He glanced around the room quickly and spotted Gabby, waving to her happily, like before everything changed. Gabriella felt a sudden surge of happiness, and smiled at him, but instantly regretted it. She knew what he had become, she'd just be another notch on his belt.&nbsp; <br><br>Vincent spoke up, doing his icebreaker. "Hello guys...my name is Vincent and I like to play guitar and play sports...my most cherished memory was when I played a girlfriend a song...that took me...three months...to learn..." Gabby remembered that, it was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for her, the moment actually caused her to cry. She watched him with a blank and shocked face. <em>He doesn't mean it... Just another notch... He doesn't actually want you... Just sex.</em> Now she was hurting herself. <br>The class room went around and each of the 30 some odd students said their names, hobbies and a cherish moment, and finally it came to her. She stood up at her desk and spoke calmly, staring at the teacher in front of her. Avoiding looking to the left towards Vincent. "My name is Gabriella, but I go by Gabby. I like to read, listen to music and paint..." She fell silent for a moment, thinking on a cherished moment. Her head filled with Vincent. "I don't have one." She blurted out and sat down quickly, red rising to her face. The middle-aged woman looked slightly confused but then just turned and started to talk. <br>Throughout the class Gabby would glance over at Vincent, and just as quickly look away. She missed being able to look at him, touch him, feel him. It had been so long and now... Now she would be nothing more than a quickly. <br>9:15 came around slowly, almost dragging on twice the length it needed to be. The teacher assigned the first chapter as reading with the promise of a quiz on Friday. Gabriella calmly packed her things back into her bag, doing so slowly, half hoping Vincent would talk to her, half hoping he would leave her alone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 08:39:29</strong>
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				The teacher had kept him back from class, lecturing him about his behavior and not wanting a repeat the next day. He tried to stop Gabby, but the flood of students wanting to get away prevented him from getting her attention. He nodded and swore it would only happen once, but she would not let him go. After she had nearly talked his ears off he ran off to find her, her scent was in the air but he had not grown accustomed to the crisp cold moist air. He cursed this damn town, had it never heard of the damn sun! Having to get to his next class, he gave up for the moment and made it on time to the remainder of his classes. <br><br><br>Corbin stared at the canvas before him, he had arrived early to class and was easy to self motivate. He traveled college campuses and was new to this place becuase of its ideal remote location and it's normal foggy and cloudy weather. He was slim but toned, the changes to his body were minimal after he dug himself out of the grave 10 years ago. His jet black hair had a red streak running across it, his face's sharp features fit his tall body well and radiated with its eternal youth. His jeans and shirt were already covered with multiple smudges and droplets of paint. The teacher was complimenting his style, to which he nodded a quiet thanks. Glancing over at the time, he smiled when he saw the class was just about to begin and he still had three hours to go. He honestly did not mind, he was well in line of becoming a art major before he was seduced into the embrace of the girl who turned him. Once she was done with him, he really did not know what to do, picking to perfect his skills in art. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 22:39:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabby watched at Vincent get pulled aside, she knew he would be busy for a while. With a small sigh she picked up her bag and left with the flood of people, watching Vincent for a moment. The young woman pushed her hair behind her ear. <br><br>Gabby had a short break after her speech class before math. Gabriella spent her break looking over the chapter in speech again, unable to focus on the words before her. Her mind wandered back to the moment with Vincent years ago, him singing to her. A dull pain coursed through her as the memory rose to the surface of her brain. Gabby slammed her text closed out of frustration and hurried of to class.<br><br>The day continued on with Gabby maintaining her frustration towards Vincent. With the promise of painting, Gabby quickly ate a lunch of pasta and water then hurried off to her class. The room was fairly large, but only a few easels were set up, each with a decent sized canvas. The room already had people in it, about 10, sitting and chatting quietly, a few watching their blank canvas with an odd sense of entertainment.<br><br>As her eyes scanned the room they rested on a attractive man sitting in front of a already partially painted canvas. The professor stood next to him, talking calmly with a small old smile. The professor was old, quite simply, he had white hair, wrinkly skin and paint stained clothes.&nbsp; She watched the man sitting before his canvas for a moment before curiosity got the better of her and she moved to sit at the easel next to his, glancing over at his work. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 20:30:44</strong>
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				The professor walked around the class and inspected the works, if any, of the other students. His class was like studio time, he expected his students to be self motivated and seek help when they felt they needed it. The young man who had yet to look over to Gabby, continued to gently stroke along his canvas.<br><br>"It is funny that art majors are told on what is art by a text book and a class syllabus...when I took drawing, I was told that drawing shapes and fruits was art. I think you'll find this teacher a change of pace..."<br>Corbin looked over at her with a quick smile, his eyes taking in her features very carefully but there was a scent on her he did not like. Looking away and faking an allergic sneeze, it was the first time that something had bothered him besides the sun, or the touch of silver. <br><br>"Hello my name is Corbin." <br>He rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, and offered her a quick handshake with the handle of his brush. The scent was not bad, but it was one he did not particularly like, it intrigued him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 16:22:49</strong>
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				Gabby smiled slightly as Corbin talked, she watched him for a moment before looking infront of her at the blank canvas. She liked the thought of doing her thing rather then being pushed into a box. She nodded, enjoying the sound of his calm, smooth voice. <br><br>Gabby moved to look at him rather surprised at his sudden sneeze, she jumped a little, looking over at him. "Gesundheit," She said calmly, smiling. "I'm Gabriella, but just about everyone calls me Gabby." She looked at the handle of his brush, which he offered her, taking it lightly and shaking it. "Nice to meet you, Corbin."&nbsp; Gabriella couldn't help but find his name intriguing, the general air about him was mystifying. <br><br>Gabriella took out a pencil and eraser and began to sketch across the canvas, almost just a doodle, after a while the doodle began to take form into the shape of a woman, floating, surrounded by orbs and holding a small one in her hands like a baby. "So... How long have you been here, Corbin?" Gabby asked, glancing over at the man for a moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 04:52:16</strong>
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				"Forgive my lack of manners, I think I might become ill so I would hate for my first impression of me...become the guy who got me sick."<br>He smiled at her glance then went back to work, just when it seemed that the work was coming together he would morph the painting into something else. Working the canvas, molding it as he free painted. <br><br>"This is my second year at this college, even after all my classes...I always take this painting studio, it is where I like to unwind and relax..."<br>Mixing with his brushes and fingers, he was very creative with the surfaces he would use to give his work different textures and looks. <br>"How about you...are you one of the freshmen? Scurrying about in panic, transition from the cesspool known as high school?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 19:08:45</strong>
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				Gabriella nodded slowly as he explained feeling ill, she had no desire to get sick this early on in the year. Gabby watched his painting as it continued to change, her focus barely lingering on her own work-which was still in the very early stages. <br><br>"Yes... I'm a freshman.." She grinned at his analogy for highschool, it fit quite well, and honestly, she was glad for the change of pace. "I'm not scurrying about as much as I thought I would... Honestly I spend more time in my dorm then anywhere else." She sighed slightly, her mind flashing to Vincent, the reason she hid in her room so much. The young woman moved back to working on her painting, focusing on her work rather than watching his. <br><br>Gabby heard zippers and the sounds of things being put back in place, the class was just about over... People began cleaning up 15 minutes before class was over, as clean up did take a short while. Gabriella began to clean up as well, glancing over at Corbin. "I can clean off your palette and brushes while I clean mine off." Gabby offered to him as she held her brushes and palette in one hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 01:30:55</strong>
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				"Perhaps I can resolve that issue by taking you out some day? Not when I am dressed like this...I look like a hobo with my paint covered clothes..."<br>Smiling he politely nodded no thanks to her kind gesture. <br>"I am going to cover the palette and leave the brush soaking over night in the storage closet."<br>As he put everything away, he disappeared into another room and came back with a pair of dark blue jeans and a pitch black plain hoodie.<br>"Nice meeting you gabby"<br>Slipping on a pair of headphones, he covered his head and walked out of the class while she was still cleaning off her brushes.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 19:22:24</strong>
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				Gabby was taken off guard by his offer, dazed and blinking she nodded slightly. “Oh... Sure... And you don't look that much like a hobo...” Gabby watched him leave for a moment before she moved towards the sink, washing off the little bit of paint on her pallet and two brushes. Her hands took a little more work to completely clean off. <br><br>“You too, Corbin, I'll see you later” She responded as he breezed past. <br>Gabby finished cleaning and drying up her things and her area, moving her canvas to a cubby with her name on it. A small sigh escaped as she slowly remembered that the rest of the day was free, she silently hoped that Vincent had classes till late. Gabby quickly took her bag and left the already half-empty class room, slowly walking back towards her dorm. <br><br>Once she was in her room again, she realized the painfully obvious lack of food she had; and while the cafeteria was decent, she would much prefer the cheaper method of making her own meals. After a short moment of looking through her fridge and jotting down a small list, Gabby grabbed the keys to her old car and headed out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 03:47:28</strong>
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				With his classes over and cursed with the inability to cook, Vincent spent quite a bit of time at the local cafeteria. His spicy scent was unknown to others, but it was one of the reasons he was able to mingle with groups so well, especially ones with girls. As he sat and chatted with a few class mates while eating a meal that others would call him a glutton over, he let the conversation flow freely into the evening. In the back of his head he wanted to talk to his long time friend...ex-girlfriend but even now he was beginning to wonder why. The words that exited his mouth was not his focus, in his mind he was trying to look for Bella and debate the consequences of telling her the truth over their breakup. <br><br>He did not notice he was being watched by a student in a black hood far away, no one would have noticed he was across the entire student quad area. His scent had been followed, the same scent that Bella would always carry as long as she walked or kept semi frequent constant with Vincent. He flashed a grin before retreating, it seemed Corbin finally had something new to keep his interest besdies painting. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 04:35:59</strong>
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				Gabriella slumped into her old Volvo, turning the key, allowing the car to make a guttural sound as it begged for mercy. After a few revs the old machine started, moving slowly out of the parking lot. Gabby wasn't positive where the grocery was, but undoubtedly she'd find it. Her mind wandered aimlessly as she drove, barely focusing on the road. Corbin was quite a strange man, nice, attractive, but strange. There was something about him that seemed almost... Off. On the otherhand, Vincent was almost the same, but he was just like any other horny college boy. Gabby gripped the steering wheel harder, her knuckles turning white as she pulled into a parking lot. She had found a small market in the close by town. <br><br>The young woman walked into the store, a happy bell announcing a new costumer. Gabby dug into her pocket and took out a short list, wandering the aisles, taking a few times: pasta, pasta sauce, soup, carrots, apples, bread, some sliced turkey and a bag of skittles-her favorite candy. Gabby focused on the items she had and paid calmly, smiling weakly at the female cashier before leaving with a bag of things. <br><br>Gabby went straight back just about, pulling into a parking spot near the dorms as a light drizzle started. Gabby sighed, her day seemed to be continuing on the path of shit. With a soft groan she got out of the car and grabbed her items as the drizzle turned into a steady rain.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 07:27:44</strong>
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				Vincent had spent the majority of his evening in the cafeteria, when they were finally closing he jogged lightly into the rain to his car to make sure the canvas was properly zipped up. After a few minutes, he found a umbrella and windbreak to wear over his sweater when he saw Gab Gab's Volvo pull into the parking lot. Walking over to her, he held the umbrella over her head. <br>"Heya Gab Gab...need help?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 01:45:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriella locked her car and as she heard the lock click a familiar voice, and nick name, caught her by surprise. With a slight jump and a quick turn, Gabby dropped one of her two bags. Her eyes landed on a familiar, and painful, face. <br>"Vincent! Jesus, you scared me," Her eyes moved up to look at the umbrella keeping her dry. Gabriella couldn't help but smile, this wasn't the first time he'd done this. A twinge hit her heart at the memory and she quickly looked away at the bag she'd dropped. <br>"I... I think I got it, but thanks." She kept her eyes away from him, she could feel them sting as a lump formed in her throat. <br><em>"As if last night wasn't bad enough, now he comes acting like nothing bad has ever happened?"</em><br>"Having fun in college, Vincent?" Gabby began to walk to the dormitory door, struggling with her keys to find the one that opened the damned door. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:30:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Here let me help you with that."<br>He kept up pace with her, offering her the umbrella much more than himself. His hand slid along her chest and took both bags with no effort, carrying them in order to help her play with her keys. <br>"I guess, it's fun to be away from home...but so far nothing seems to different."<br>A frown crossed his face but it was turned away when he was closing down the umbrella and following her down the halls.<br>"So this is where they put you up, I'm in the building right across." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 03:22:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabby let him take the bags, there was no point in fighting with him, he would win, he always did it seemed. Gabriella quickly found the key after he took the bags and she let the both of them into her building. "Yep..." She said slowly, biting her lower lip. "How's your dorm? Is it a nice building?" <br>Small talk wasn't something Gabby was very good at, but asking about how the sex he had the night before on the floor above her wasn't something Gabby wanted to talk about. <br>She walked to the elevator and pressed the up button, almost instantly it dinged and the elevator opened. "I'm on the third floor, I was lucky enough to get a single room so I don't have to deal with roommates." She stated, still avoiding his eyes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 03:36:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"lucky...I have a room mate but he isn't here yet. As long as he plays by my rules we should get along."<br>He continued to follow, she hadn't asked him otherwise but he did not like how her face kept looking away. In those moments he thought of her, thought of their friendship and their relationships his body felt warmer than usual as they made the climb to her floor.<br>"Gabby, would you believe if people change drastically overnight? One moment you know who they are the next you don't recognize them?" <br>The ache in his stomach was starting, the promise he was suppose to keep to his pack surfacing was conflicting with the urge to not lose the relationship between Gab-gab and himself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 03:48:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriella turned and looked at him, her face confused. The elevator dinged and the doors opened up. Gabby looked away again and walked out of the elevator. <br>"I don't think that's possible, I mean, I guess someone could seem to be a completely different person to someone but then, chances are, they weren't being themselves to begin with." She glanced at him, then began fumbling with her keys as she slowed to a stop at her door. "Why do you ask, Vinny?" <br><em>"Nicknames shouldn't be used... Especially pet names."</em> Gabby thought to herself, beating herself up for saying it. <br>The door clicked and Gabby walked through, holding the door for Vincent.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 04:52:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He followed after her and stepped in, laying her bags on a nearby desk before he turned to look at her. Not sure what to say he took her hand and pressed it against his cheek, it would have seemed he was running a fever but he was perfectly normal. <br>"Listen...there was a reason I had to break up with you...and it was never becuase I did not love you...no. In fact I love you so much I just had to..."<br>His chest was starting to heave as he spoke, eyes locked on hers. <br>"I am not the same anymore Gabriella...I am not who you think I am."<br>Rarely did he use her full name, only when he was serious or upset. He struggled to keep his hands to himself but his feelings and emotions were turning lustful as they always did when day became evening and would soon convert to night. Even with a non full moon it brought out his primal instincts and traits. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanaphia</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 05:27:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriella lightly creased his cheek with her thumb, a mixture of excitement, happiness and heartbreak. His cheek was warm, warmer than it should have been.&nbsp; She wanted this, but at the same time, this was the last thing she wanted. <br>"Vincent...? What do you mean you're not the same?" Gabby looked at him, her eyebrows coming together. She pulled her hand from his cheek and turned away from him. "You have a temperature, you should go and rest." Gabby stated suddenly. <br><br>She knew full well that he was serious and probably upset, but so was Gabby. She didn't want to talk, she didn't want him to justify leaving her. She didn't want him to try to justify what she heard last night. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Taste Of Blood [---, Xanaphia, Aiden]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 06:02:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is not a fever Gabriella...think back...when we started to drift apart...my fever has lingered for years."<br>He moved in close and gave her a hug, letting her feel his drastic temperature against her body. A hand moved to caress her cheek as he leaned in to place a reactive kiss to her neck before he began to whisper.<br>"You are not safe around me...listen to the night sounds...listen to them and you will know why."<br>Unable to truly give out his secret he kissed the back of her neck and left her alone, his walk back to his dorm slow as he lost himself in thought. 
			</dd>
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