Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian & Aysande)
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				Title: <strong>Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 21:47:49</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Kate had waited for the sun to disappear behind the horizon before she slipped out of her blankets. She’d have to fix the curtains again, make sure that no sun ray ever hit her bed, or it would be the end of her. She showered quickly and dressed up in jeans and a tight white shirt. She knew that no matter the amount of makeup she put on her face, she would still look every bit the seventeen year old that she was, some four centuries ago. It was a curse being turned so young, her cross to bear until she’d find the courage to sit in the sun and let go of life… or unlife, whatever the kids called it these days.<br><br>Looking at herself in the cheap mirror behind the bathroom door of the motel room, Kate saw exactly what she expected to see: an average height, petite build woman with ginger hair falling in loose curls past her shoulders. Her grey eyes contained a wisdom that was way beyond her years and of late a whole lot of sadness too. She was cruelly so alone, and her last man was making her life a living hell. People who said to have exes from hell had no idea what they spoke about. Try an insane, blood-crazed, cruel and conscienceless vampire. A small touch up to the makeup and she was ready to go. As she got out, Kate slowed her steps and glanced at the red and gold grip of the Katana saber (http://www.myshopkart.net/pcf/images/_products/tmkglobal/00-7x51.jpg). The problem with summer and clear weather was there was no way for her to conveniently carry her sword anywhere. Especially tonight, where everyone was outside for the festival.<br><br>The festival… was it a coincidence that Hugo had led her here, where she had taken his life thirteen years ago and made it the hell he claimed she had? Most likely not. He was here, somewhere on the island, and if images she had gleaned from his mind the last time he had escaped her were anything close to the truth, St. Thomas Island was in big trouble. Kate opened the door to her room and glanced at her sword. Growling, she grabbed it and tossed the weapon on the backseat of her car. Everything was within walking distance, but she’d have to find parking so she could keep her sword at hand. <br><br>The images had been gruesome, and Kate couldn’t help to replay them in her mind as she drove toward the biggest gathering for the evening. A rock show featuring the local bands. It was going to be hellish for her enhanced hearing, but if Hugo was to seek her out, right now, he’d do it where she had no chance to attack him right off; in the middle of a crowd. Hugo had started a cult of sorts, filled with young people. It was all about his powers, how he would rise from death, how he could be stabbed, and survive, have broken bones mend in matter of minutes… It was a pathetic trust abuse, in Kate’s opinion. It was borderline tolerable until he shared his plans with her.<br><br>Bring the teens to St. Thomas. Offer them to turn into someone like him and cleanse the island of sinners. He wanted to turn the group of about twenty into blood-crazed vampires who would kill every two or three hours, if not less. She prayed to no god, but tonight she prayed for the sake of the people of St. Thomas. She hoped that none of these would have the lucidity to repeat their master’s blood gift, turning the citizens into more crazy vampires. Her appeal to the council had earned her harsh words, it was her mess, she had to fix this before it started. Might as well start now…<br><br>Kate came out of the car in a swift and graceful move. She shut the door, not bothering to lock it. The Ferry was closed, there was no other way to leave with the car. The idiot who would steal her saber would figure out soon enough that he had more trouble than the sword was worth. Mingling into the crowd was easy. She looked like a normal young woman, until her canines came out. She wasn’t particularly hungry right now so it would be fine, but she had a night at most, before she’d feel the need to feed. She’d have to find a blood source, and that would be complicated unless the local clinic had some kind of blood reserve for transfusions…<br><br>"<em>Corris Norberd is still living in St. Thomas. He’s someone important there now. He’ll be the first to die and I’ll make sure you see it. Maybe you’ll finally admit that you’ve loved him from day one.</em>" Hugo’s words resonated in her mind. It was stupid, Kate thought to herself. If she had fallen in love with Norberd, she would have known. Would she? She walked aimlessly in the crowd until her grey eyes fell onto <em>him</em>. In spite of her best judgment, her feet remained rooted to the ground and her eyes glued to him. The man surely had grown into his looks…<br></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 23:31:35</strong>
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				The sheriff watched with interest as his officer, who went away to buy drinks for the two of them, started a conversation with a woman on the line for the open bar. He must have told her a good joke because she started to laugh and tapped the man on the shoulder. The girl was a fine peace and as long as the officer took the drinks, he turned his head towards the sheriff. Corris, watching his man from a distance, gave a nod and young man did not return the drink. Instead, the officer and the girl moved away, closer to the stage where the band was about to appear.<br><br>Corris Norberd was the sheriff of St. Thomas for two years. He was in his early thirties and was more or less content with his life. It was true that he had not dated with a woman for a long time but he did not see it as something disturbing. He scratched his short brun beard, relaxed his well built shoulders and was about to set his eyes on the stage when a familiar voice was heard from behind.<br><br>"Hello Corris."<br><br>Sheriff turned back with a complicated look on his face. He could spill out a weak "hello" as he confronted his ex-wife, Susan. They were separated for five years now, their marriage was a quick decision after a series of well-spent nights. But it turned out quickly to be a wrong one. Corris cared for her and wanted her to be happy but Susan was just not the "woman of his dreams". The woman was teaching younglings at the school and because that St. Thomas was a small town, they ran into each other pretty often. Things were cool when at first they got apart, but lately Susan had begun to act strange. It was as if she needed him by her side again. But sheriff would not make a mistake by consuming her life once more. They chatted briefly and then Corris got away for a walk as the crowd started to grow in front of the stage.<br><br>Something caught his gaze thought. It was as if he was dragged to look to some spot behind him. There was nothing different, nothing interesting. Nothing but a girl. There was something strange with her eyes. They seemed to look directly through him, there were many people between them yet the girl was looking at no other. The curls of her hair slowly raised with the smooth wind and Corris found it irresistable to move towards her.
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				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 07:10:16</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Not matter how much her mind screamed for her to look away, to move away, to get away from his gaze. She knew she had mesmerized him way back, told him to forget her face, to forget her name. Even though she had trust in her power, Kate knew that when she had done it, she wasn’t in full control of her powers, affected by the sun about to come up and because of how her head at hit the windshield. She raised a hand to move a stray strand of hair away from her face and finally recovered her senses, but it was becomes something else was nagging her.<br><br>Hugo, close, moving too fast among the humans. Kate’s body language went from tensed, transfixed, to relaxed and focused, from haunted by doubt to confident hunter. Hunting was something she did best. She smiled at Corris, it was a half-smile a touch flirtatious. She nodded her head once, as if acknowledging that he knew she was staring at her and then she felt his hand on her upper arm. Hugo’s hand was cold and clammy like when he was nervous. Kate turned to him and look up into his cold blue eyes. He was almost a head taller than her and looked to be a couple of years older too. With curly black hair, long to the jaw,&nbsp; a nose a little too long and pointy for his face and thick bushy eyebrows, Kate wondered how she could have found him to be beautiful.<br><br>“It was my smile.” Hugo teased her and he smiled a full row of normal-looking pearly whites. It was a mean and vicious smile though, which made him only more hideous in her mind. “Read my mind, Mistress, and see how you are responsible for the fate of all these mortals.” Hugo said, but Kate tilted her head, making an effort to keep up the human appearance and not just tear his head off here in the middle of a crowd of mortal and right in front of the Sheriff. Was he still looking her way. <em>Shit, does he recognize Hugo?</em> she wondered suddenly and Hugo gave her another malicious grin. He could follow her thoughts just as easily as she could follow his. She had sired him, they were bonded. “I don’t have forever her, love.” Hugo whispered and what should have been drowned by the first few notes made by the band on stage and the cheering crowd was heard by the vampire just fine.<br><br>Kate sought to look into Hugo’s mind. She saw it; bringing the group of teens over, still mortal. Transforming them in that clearing where she had met Corris the first time. Then would come the cell towers. Being an island, and a small one at that, St. Thomas’ electrical system was flawed. A few cut cables in strategic places and the Island fell off the electrical grid, same with land lines. “Don’t do this Hugo. Take me, just end my life. Spare these people.” She pleaded, but Hugo shook his head and disappeared. He had a knack for escape, and this time, she wouldn’t let it happen. He had sealed his own fate by sending the ferry off, bundled with more of the explosives that had been place on strategic places. Hugo vanished in a blink, and Kate didn’t spare a thought for Corris, and ran at normal speed after him, toward her car to recuperate her saber and hunt the bastard down.<br></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 13:55:56</strong>
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				<em>"Damn!" whispered Corris as he tried to get the young man out of the car. His teenage body had difficulties opening up the hard metals of the car door. The vehicle had crashed badly and the boy on the driver's seat seemed unconscious. He was breathing but it did not look healthy, blood ran through his head as it was knocked badly on the steering wheel. Corris tried to give space to the boy by pushing the door open but could not be able to rescure him fully. Soon, the sound of ambulance that he called for when he first saw the accident, was heard.<br><br>As they took the large boy out of the car and placed him in the ambulance, Corris stood there, confused about his memories. He had followed the car, as if he knew there would be something bad. He did not know the boy or had no interest in the car so he couldn't figure out why exactly he came after it. After a couple of days, young Corris would be surprised to learn that Hugo, the boy that went to a coma after the accident, had dissappeared. He was thought to be ran away from the hospital, which was unlikely for a patient who could not even wake up.</em><br><br>The memories came to life, slowly at first but then, the sheriff was able to recognise the man behind the girl. His face had changed, he had grown larger and stood a beast of a man now, though his features were the same. Enough to give Corris a trace in his mind, a trace he followed and found that he had been the boy he tried to save. For the rest of his life, he had completely forgotten the accident. It was never talked of, he did know why he chased that car and did not care for it. Now, old reflections started to come alive in front of his eyes.<br><br>And after that moment, they were both gone. The man had disappeared almost instantly while the girl must have been walked into the crowd. He looked around to see any of them but was not successful. The band started their first song as everyone raised their hands and cheered for the enjoyment. The sheriff took some steps backwards to get him out of people, to have a better sight around. And he noticed the girl just some distance away, picking up something from her car.
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				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 19:11:56</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">The saber in her hand, still sheathed in its black, hard scabbard, Kate relied on her vague sense of Hugo’s direction to track him down. He was not far. He was not moving. The only logical explanation was that he knew what she was up to, and he was waiting for her, prepared. She’d sense a trap, sense the presence of the others that were there, if she opened her mind, but knowing Hugo, he was alone. He had always been so confident in his own skills.<br><br>Kate walked briskly toward Hugo, remaining within possible human speed was becoming a challenge. She felt that she had to go faster to be done with him and then begin to hunt the others so that the casualties on the island would be as few as possible. When Kate passed by the Sheriff’s office, which was the same building that was used by the fire department and the mayor, she noticed how it was built to withstand hurricanes from the sea. It was a stronghold, with bars at the windows. She stored the information for later, in case the situation got out of hand. The citizens could probably find shelter there while she fought the monsters outside.<br><br>Kate met with Hugo in the parking of the building next door. It was a dinner of sorts and the music coming from inside through opened windows was loud. There were people inside, Kate understood and then she was hit by the stench of greasy food.&nbsp; She put a hand to cover her nose and mouth as she passed between the building to reach the parking lot. Hugo had chosen the wrong –or right, depending on the point of view- spot for the fight. It would attract attention on their supernatural nature and a real swordfight was no longer quite usual these days. The worst case scenario would be to have a video of them on the net, now that would be a serious issue.<br><br>“Was about time you got here. Is it me or are you still bothering to hide your true nature?” Hugo greeted her, his own sword in hand. He had discarded the sheath, it laid on the asphalt near a car. He had never been very careful with his things, Kate reminded herself. She&nbsp; removed the sword from the wooden sheath, and placed her own sheath on the trunk of a car. She took the handle with both hands, taking her favorite position; left foot forward, with the sword parallel to the ground, held at the height of her eyes.<br><br>“It doesn’t have to be this way, Hugo. Stop this madness.” Kate requested, but he appeared not to hear her at all. “You can’t win this fight. You know it, I know it.” And Kate wasn’t bluffing. She had taught him the art of fighting with a single-edged sword and the only time he had won a duel was because her heart wasn’t in it, or because she wanted him to win. Now, she didn’t want him to win. She wanted him to die, to be rid of this mess once and for all.<br><br>“You’re right, but I don’t care. In about an hour, they will all wake up… and then this town will know what kind of terror it is, to wake up with a blood lust that never ends.” Hugo spat at her before he launched his attack. Kate was suddenly filled with dread. Was he really planning on turning everyone into vampires? Not killing everyone, but turning them. This would be the end of her, who would be deemed responsible… but all these people didn’t deserve such a fate. She met his sword without even making an effort. She was much much older, faster and stronger and this in spite of weighing about half what Hugo weighed.<br></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 11:15:17</strong>
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				"Everything's allright chief?" The officer who left the sheriff found him in an area outside the festival place. The young man came near him and looked a little confused. "You seem distracted Corris, what's wrong?"<br><br>Sheriff could not respond at the moment, he rather looked over the road where the girl walked away. And if he did not see it wrong, she was carrying a... a sword of some kind, that looked like one on the Japanese movies. "Yes Mick, I'm ok. I think I saw and old friend and I'll check it out." said Corris, although he was sure that he had never saw that girl before. The young officer was not satisfied with the answer, but he let sheriff go and looked over to see the girl he hanged up. "Ok then, take care."<br><br>Corris nodded his head and wathced the crowd have fun. The band was making one of the most popular songs and there seemed to be nothing wrong. He spotted Susan across the yard, she seemed happy, chatting with an attractive middle-aged man. Sheriff smiled and started to walk away from the concert zone. He followed the path where the strange girl left and started to make his steps more careful as he progressed. The night had fallen and the streets were empty. It was a rare thing to see a house with lights in it, the whole town seemed to make way for the celebration.<br><br>He bypassed his office, the building which he shared along with some other government organizations. Then, something disturbed him. Was that the sound of a metal, repedeately clash upon another? He unplugged his safety button of his gun belt and readied his hand to unsheat the pistol. He moved with caution to see the most bizarre scene of his life when he turned a corner. The girl was in a swordfight with the brute he saw before. The man, that used to be the boy who escaped from hospital 13 years ago, Hugo.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 23:33:59</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Kate noticed some new moves that she had not taught him, things that he had learned on his own during the last year or so. It still wasn’t enough for him to beat her, but that didn’t mean it was easy. She kept her mind closed, protected from any probing Hugo could try to gain an edge in the fight. If the Sheriff needed a prof that this wasn’t a play fight, Kate managed a serious cut into Hugo’s sword arm. Hugo cried out in pain. Upon careful inspection, it would become obvious that Kate had suffered some cuts too but appeared to be unhindered by them.<br><br>Kate took a step back to avoid a slashing motion that would definitely had taken her head off if she had not dodged, and the heel of her shoe bumped into a crack in the pavement, sending her off balance. The voice of her mentor rang in her head. <em>Always mind your footing, be aware of your surroundings.</em> It was a rookie mistake and the clatter of her saber on the pavement was a sound she associated with the probability of a defeat. When she looked up, she met the end of Hugo’s sword and when she looked higher, he had a triumphant smile and cold eyes.<br><br>“It’ll be even better than I imagined it to be.” Hugo said, “I thought I’d have to fight much harder to kill you. And he’s even here so I could even kill him too.” Kate rolled her eyes. That was just so cliché; the gloating villain before an apparent victory. Kate’s words registered Hugo’s words with a chill. Corris was here, watching. She didn’t want to take her eyes off Hugo, all he’d need to cut her head and kill her would be a split second. “That would be too easy on the both of you. You need to know what you did to me, Kate, and it’s all because of him.” Hugo’s voice was soft. He didn’t need to shout for Kate to hear him and he knew as much.<br></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 10:42:20</strong>
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				Corris watched as the two continued their sworddance. At first, he thought of interrupting but then, he started to think more deep about the situation. Was that a gang business of some sort? The man was large and threatening, he would fit perfect in a revengetaker role of a powerful gang. But the girl seemed bizarre for that situation. She was young, looked at most 20, had a great skill with the katana and, Corris had to admit that, while she was way younger than him, the girl was maybe the most beatiful thing he had ever seen. She was pretty, but not in the way of a little girl, she had a strong seductive side that made it hard for the sheriff to look away.<br><br>As the fight continued, a lot of ideas tossed sheriff's mind, was that some sort of a film or something? He looked around the area to find clues about it, to see a camera, a crew... No, the intensity of the fight, the rapidness of their moves made it certain that it was real. They were really trying to hurt each other. But why the sword? A pistol, rifle or a shotgun was the most popular weapons of thugs, no one those days carried a sword anymore. It all looked like a ninja film for the sheriff.<br><br>After watching for a minute, he made up his decision. He had seen some dangerous swings of the man's sword that could cut the girl's head off. It was enough, he would step in and stop this madness. Yes, they had to be some kind of mad people to do a fight like that, they could hurt other people after dealing with themselves. But what if one of them were distracted upon his arrival? His action could cause in one of them drop dead with the other's sword. He reached for his pistol, held it in a defending position to shoot on sight and slowly approached the couple.
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				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 17:30:58</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Facing the tip of a sword when sitting on one’s ass while your own sword is just out of one’s reach wasn’t the most favorable of position. Kate would not have been bothered if only she didn’t have to betray her secret before a human witness. Hugo knew this, knew what he considered to be a weakness. Kate had managed&nbsp; to go through centuries almost flawlessly. Rarely did she ever have to wipe memories of her in the minds of human. One of them was standing nearby and she kept wondering why he had not fired his weapon or ordered them to stand down. Shooting a vampire was one mighty good way to piss him off. It hurt like hell, but unless the brain was blown out of the vampire’s skull, they’d regenerate.<br><br>“I’m still undecided on which of you I’d kill first…” Hugo said, and as Kate tried to reach for her sword, the tip of Hugo’s touched her nose. She pulled her head back and glared at him. “Killing him would affect you and make my job easier to take the island and you after… but killing you would crush him.” This time, it was Kate’s turn to smile. Corris had not given any sign that he had recognized her from their rather hot meeting, so many years ago. If he had, he had certainly managed to keep it under wrap.<br><br>“He doesn’t remember me, Hugo. I wiped his memory before I jumped off the cliff the morning of the accident.” Kate told him and she saw how the news affected him, how Hugo lost a fraction of his composure. He had hoped to see Corris suffer with her death, she understood that, but she also realized that she had just told him that killing her wouldn’t affect Corris as much as it would affect her seeing the mortal die.<br><br>Hugo tilted his head and ran in Corris’&nbsp; direction. To the human eye, Hugo became a blur and then so did Kate. She stood and ran as hard as she could toward&nbsp; Corris, grabbing her sword on the way. Being so much older had its advantages. Kate reached Corris before Hugo did. She appeared to materialize about a foot from the barrel of the gun, the sword held parallel to the ground at the height of her ribs and when Hugo stopped being blurry, he was impaled onto the sword. Shock was on his face, and pain too. Out of surprise, he let go of his sword which clattered on the ground noisily. <br><br>“<em>Go. Away. Now.</em>” Kate told Hugo with a strange hypnotic voice. It was cold and commanding, but at the same time soft and suggesting. She hammered each word, and emphasized particularly on the last one. She repeated the words again, in the same tone, the exact same way. Hugo’s struggle became obvious as he fought Kate’s dark gift of manipulation. Not many people could resist it, but the more one was exposed to it, the more Kate had to put of her own will into it and Hugo was quite used to it by now. Hugo took a step back, sliding himself off her sword and vanished.&nbsp; The saber with the blue wrapping remained on the ground, by the vampire’s feet. <br><br>Kate turned around slowly, holding her saber non-threateningly towards the ground. “<em>I won’t hurt you, you can lower your weapon.</em>” She told the Sheriff, the sharp commanding edge gone from her voice but the hypnotic and suave tone to it was definitely still there.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 16:45:26</strong>
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				The thoughts of Corris were complicated and for a moment, he could just look at the girl before him. His mind tried to give reason to the event but it failed in some point. Hugo and that girl had been in a deadly swordfight and all of a sudden, the man seemed to dissappear into nothingness. He could be a fast warrior, a legendary artist of escape but just evaporating, that was something really weird. Then, she walked towards him, spoke normally and there was this new feeling inside the sheriff which told him to obey every word of that girl. Why? What was happening... He found himself lowering the weapon before he could even think properly about that.<br><br>"What was that?" That may had been an idiotic question but it was actually the most reasonal sentence that he could shape at the moment. "Why are you fighting with that man, and why swords?"<br><br>He paused for a moment to keep calm and looked at the enchanting eyes of the girl. "I know that man, the had been the boy in coma and then, dissappeared from the hospital. Hugo, if I remember right."<br><br>It was after a few seconds that he could get the control back. His mind was trying to cling to the beatiful tone in the girl's voice and not let it go. "I am Corris Norberd, the sheriff of St. Thomas, and you, young lady, should come with me to the department for some questions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 18:57:43</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">“I’ll explain everything.” Kate said normally. There was no point using her manipulative voice again, and besides she didn’t like to use it on people who didn’t deserve it. Of course, she could just tell him to forget about Hugo, to turn back and leave without a trace, but Kate knew that if Hugo was pushing forward with his plan – which she was convinced that he was – she would do good to no one to manipulate the sheriff into ignorance. He would have to learn to cope with what was to come.<br><br>“My name is Kate, and this was Hugo. Not everyone would have remembered him from so long ago.” Kate observed and suddenly searched for hints, anything that would betray if he could remember her to some degree. Her manipulation could have been flawed, considering the state she was in when it happened. It could also be flawed because of Corris’ own strength of character, though he was vulnerable when she had done it, the morning of the accident. Still, she didn’t trust it. She looked exactly the same, same long hair, same face, her clothing style had evolved with the fashion, but she had the same basic and uncomplicated manner of clothing.<br><br>“I need to recuperate the scabbards, to clean up the swords.” Kate said, moving to pick up the saber that had been dropped by the other vampire. She didn’t want to leave the weapons, considering how precious they would be in the coming hours. She took the blue sword from the ground, holding it by the hilt and she handed it to Corris, offering the handle. He might as well get used to feeling it in his hands, if he intended to survive the night, Kate thought to herself. “I won’t resist coming with you. We do need to talk.” Kate said and realized that she really failed in sounding like a twenty year old at the moment, but she shrugged it off. He’d know about that soon enough too.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 15:25:12</strong>
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				As they made way to the sheriff's office, Corris had a small time to examine the girl closely. She was beatiful but that was not the prettiness of a teenage girl that she looked like. She had in her eyes, some wisdom that made him both scare and admire. She seemed cold and distanced, yet sheriff could not let his eyes turn from the moves of her body, the way she walked and her shapely features moved. The girl had the confidence of an old veteran, something that did not match her youth.<br><br>"Nice to meet you Kate." he said with a cold voice, he was trying really hard for his throat to not get stiffed before her. What was it? Was he now feeling something for a teenage girl? Was the sheriff that much desparate? He had met some girls after Susan but Kate was the first one that he felt so much ashamed of himself. Yet, he could not ignore the strange feeling that drew him close to her.<br><br>He looked at the sword that she gave. Of course he knew how to handle one from many films he watched, but it would more likely that he would cut himself when he swing it for the first time. He put his gun to it's place and tried to get familiar with the blade.<br><br>Once inside the department, which had been emptied because of the festival, he turned on the lights and took her to his own quarters. The music could be heard from even that distance. "You have my full attention, why were you two fighting and how did he dissapear suddenly? You better start now young lady, and it still remains a mystery of why you used the sword..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 20:56:08</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Kate felt a tad self-conscious. That wasn’t something that happened to her all that often. She usually shrugged off people’s scrutiny like it didn’t matter but not his. She had a short-lived thought that she had left thirteen years slip by and put such a difference in age between them, in appearances.&nbsp; After wiping the blood off the swords with a tissue she carried in her pocket, the swords were returned to their scabbards, making less obvious that they were both walking with a sword in their hand. Kate scanned their surroundings with her mind, looking to find if Hugo planned to backstab them while they were talking toward Corris’ office.<br><br>As they entered his office, Kate’s mind raced a hundred miles an hour. She had to find a way to explain their behavior other than just blurting right off the bat that they’re vampires. She could show him the whole thing if needed; the fangs, the quick healing, the strength or the lack of reflection in a mirror. The speed he had already seen, thanks to Hugo’s rash behavior. She was thankful that he had not requested to take her own sword from her. She had tied the nylon strings from the scabbard to her belt, taking the weapon off her hand to hang at her hip.<br><br>Kate took in the new environment. The smell, the sight, the hazard and how it did seem like a pretty secure place to bring survivors to. She followed him to his own desk and took a seat. Her posture was rather relaxed, but straight. Slouching was something she had never really given in to, even though it seemed more and more&nbsp; popular nowadays. She folded her hands into her lap and took a deep breath. She still hadn’t found a way to explain things. She wanted to tell him the truth, and she knew she had no choice in the matter, even if it condemned him to die or become her daywalker… or a vampire like her.<br><br>“Ah…” Kate started and she bit her lower lip. She had never been good at this, breaking the secret and telling a mortal how, well, they weren’t the top of the food chain, that a myth wasn’t really completely mythical. She ran a hand into her hair and looked up to face him. “What I’m about to tell you, you won’t believe at first. Your mind will reject it, but I have proof, more than what you've seen already, and I can show it to you.” She started, and hoped it wasn’t a bad way to start. She realized just how she might sound like a liar about to give it their best performance. “Hugo and I aren’t human. We were, once. Hugo some thirteen years ago and me… four centuries ago.” Kate prayed she’d have time to bring the man up to speed before the power went out.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 00:28:25</strong>
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				A perfect explanation. Kate and Hugo moved faster than anyone Corris had known before. They used swords to hurt themselves for guns were maybe ineffective. They could dissappear instantly and just turn up to be somewhere else. A great match for what he saw about them. But there was a slight problem, Corris was a sheriff and he dealt with many people, from normal thugs to mentally depressed ones. That was always a huge opportunity that the person who came up with a great story was not sound minded. In fact, many were nuts. The sheriff had hoped otherwise, maybe he could have known more about that girl. He could have helped her in some way, they could even be friends and maybe they would start to like each other. All those thoughts were now very close to crushing down. The fact that she was out of her mind, was a big problem for both of them.<br><br>"Not human, then what are you?" Corris started his question with a sense of humour in his voice but then it dissappeared. He started to think about what she said about "turning". Hugo had been human thirteen years ago. So she knew something about the escape of the man. Brief candles were lit in sheriff's mind. She could be useful in revealing something about the man.<br><br>At the very end, sheriff had to admit that there was a mystery covering the escape of Hugo from hospital and this girl, Kate could help him solve the puzzle. He forced himself to listen to her story, however crazy it seems. There could be some traces that would lead him to the truth and to what happened that night, as his memories were also not clear about the car accident. "Allright then, seem's like you've got a story to tell..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 02:11:52</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"> What they were was exactly the problem. She could say that telling him was to condemn him to die, which was the truth but so cliché&nbsp; that he would laugh it off. She wouldn’t blame him. The whole vampire them had been used and abused for the sake of money. Heck, if it weren’t for these movies, Kate was not sure if the vampires would indeed call themselves vampires. She tilted her head, letting him think. She followed his line of thoughts, sitting where she was, and stopped a sigh just as it was about to escape her lips.<br><br>“I’m not crazy, Sheriff.” Kate said, patiently. “I can be called a lot of things, but crazy is not one of them. Hugo is insane. He’s lost it completely. We are Vampires. Before you laugh and brush it off or think again that I am good for the nuthouse, remember that I told you I have proof, if you need it.” Kate stood and walked toward the window, hoping both that she wouldn’t catch a glimpse of a young vampire heading this way and a hope that she would, so she would be sure that Hugo isn’t just manipulating her. She was positive that she had seen a memory when he was unaware, thanks to the bond between a vampire and his sire, but what about the rest of it?<br><br>“I don’t have time for stories. Hugo is dangerous, he’s crazy and he’s got a grudge against this city, and against you and I more precisely.” This was a slippery road, one she really wanted to avoid going down onto and Kate wished she could take them back. Sooner or later, Corris would have to know the truth, he would have to have his memory restored. Her hand closed tightly around the scabbard and then released it.&nbsp; A manifestation of her stress and hesitation that nothing else betrayed.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 23:15:24</strong>
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				It was strange.<br><br>Corris did not know what to think.<br><br>A girl, a beatiful young woman that Corris finds strangely attractive, engages in a deadly swordfight with a guy from the past. Then, she states that she is a vampire. And she has no reflexion on the window. The sheriff stood there, not knowing what to do. The typical and logical reaction to this situation would be to stand back, avoid her and try to get out the place. His instincts were crying for him to do that. But Corris stood his ground.<br><br>His training and years of experience in crime fight had thought him the greatest allies were patience and understanding. So he tried to match the pieces.<br><br>"So, you turned him into one of your kind that night." the words slipped his mouth as if he already got used to her being a creature, a non-human being. He lowered his head and tried to concentrate. "Ok, I don't know what to believe now. I will just accept it as you say. Help me get him before he hurts anyone and he shall talk more about this vampire business."<br><br>"Let's start from the beginning. Why did you turn him? What did he mean to you? What is he after now? And most importantly, why do you offer help?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 04:32:55</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Kate ran a hand in her hair. She didn’t have time for this. She had to take the time though. There was no way around this, she couldn’t drag him in the streets tonight, facing a band of rabid vampire out for blood. If she could, she wouldn’t drag him into this. It was madness; a human would get his neck snapped before he blinked… if not bitten by multiple vampires. She couldn’t bring him into this; she felt she had no right but also that she had no other choice.<br><br>“Thirteen years ago. I was here with Hugo. We were arguing, and he crashed into a tree. He was still human, got into a coma. I wasn’t, had to find a place to hide before the sun came up, so I jumped into the ocean, knowing there was a cave under us… Later that night, I went to the hospital, convinced the nurse I was his wife and I transformed him…” Kate sighed and ran a hand into her hair again. She was growing nervous, restless and wasn’t even bothering to hide it.<br><br>&nbsp;“I felt responsible for what had happened to him, I thought that I loved him, so I tried to transform him, but didn’t do it properly. That’s why he’s so bloodthirsty and insane” Kate said. She had heard the doubts in his voice and was trying to think of the best way to prove to him that she was what she claimed to be the truth.&nbsp; She slipped the saber out of its scabbard, her posture being completely non-threatening to him, and she slashed her hand methodically with barely a hiss. Blood, too think and too dark to be considered normal, seeped very slowly from her cut.<br><br>Holding her hand for him to see, the cut was already healing and the progress was visible even if not so fast that it was obvious. “I’m here because I still feel responsible for him, Corris, and also for you.” Kate said and she stood, unable to remain still much longer. She wiped her hand with a tissue taken from a box on the sheriff’s desk, and there was no cut anymore, not even a small scar. She still had to share Hugo’s plan with him, but first she had to be sure he would believe her.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 00:58:58</strong>
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				"I remember the accident." said Corris, nodding his head. "I was the one to spot the car first. I chased the track of your car for some reason, I don't know why, it was, like I was dragged there, like I knew something bad would happen." He stopped for a moment and cleared his throat. "You must have escaped before I came." He tried to reason his thoughts but there was something that tickled his mind. He knew that it was still a mystery, why he was there, why he followed the car and why did he feel so close to this, Kate.<br><br>The sheriff had to admit that he felt strange when she told that part about her love for Hugo. She had thought she loved him. Did she love him? Was Hugo once important for her, and what about now? Corris could not hold himself but smile, he was feeling bad because a girl, that claimed her to be a vampire, had felt love for another guy. But then, she told that she felt responsible for Corris. What did that mean?<br><br>"Responsible for me?" he asked. He waited for a moment to shape his words. "Allright, I'll give your story a go, as long as you help me stop this man and his actions. Just don't try anything on me." Sheriff walked through the small armoury section to take extra ammo for his pistol. Then, he paused, looking straight at her eyes. "Do you know more about the night of accident? Does it have anything to do with me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 01:50:00</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">He had not reacted to the cut on her hand, or the lack of wounds only seconds later. Maybe he believed her more than she had thought. Taking a peek into his mind would have been easy, but Kate didn’t want to. Reading minds was invading space that ought to be private. She had done it with Hugo, numerous times, but was more reluctant to do it with Corris. Had she really been in love with Hugo back then? Or had it been just her longing for a companion to keep loneliness at bay? Kate wasn’t so sure anymore. Maybe she had grown so used to his presence by her side that it had fallen in a habit.<br><br>“That won’t help.” Kate said, pointing the gun. She wiped the blade, put it back into her scabbard and tied the scabbard to a loop at the waist of her jeans. “If you shoot one of us, all you’ll manage to do is piss them off… and that’s not something you want to do unless you have either a very good reason to, or a death wish. You’ll have to learn to use this to cut heads off.” She said and pointed the second sword to Corris. Using the sword against an unarmed opponent wasn’t very difficult and neither was chopping a head. The challenge came from the speed of vampires. Lucky for them, newborn vampires tended to be rather awkward in their movement, unused to their speed or their strength.<br><br>“You really don’t remember me, do you?” Kate asked and tilted her head. “I could have sworn that you did, the first time I caught your eyes on me. I was a bit woozy from the car accident and was about to drop dead with the sun coming up, I didn’t think the spell would hold.” Kate sighed. Should she release his memory now or not? The vampire was worried that it would become a source of distraction. Maybe his tastes had changed; she was much younger than him in appearance now than she was back then, but maybe remembering the details under such a light could cause him to reconsider the whole thing.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 21:28:59</strong>
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				Fingers encircled around the hilt of the blade and sheriff tried to hold the sword with caution. He nodded to the girl about the part that included cutting heads. This was much for one night, the knowledge of vampires, the ways to kill them. And now there was also the issues of the past. The only memory that caused him a little sorrow, the blur in his mind about the night of accident. He did not know why, but in the depths of his soul, he felt that he lost something very dear to him that night.<br><br>"Spell, what spell?" he asked with his face getting more serious. "I don't remember anything about you, but I feel strange about my memories. I'm not sure, but something about that night gives me sorrow, something that I have lost and still miss."<br><br>"When I first saw you today, I could not look away. You caught my attention somehow. Your beauty and your eyes..." he paused, holding his head high and getting back his stance. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."<br><br>What was happening now? He was starting to shape words like a high school lover to a girl. More truely, to a vampress. But it was real. Maybe he could hide his feelings for other people but he could not lie to himself. Corris was nearly sure that he found this girl, whether if she was a vampire or a total nuts, very attractive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 06:04:19</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Kate froze when he pronounced the words. Something he had lost and still missed. She bit&nbsp; her lower lip, trying to fight the feeling that threatened to overcome her. “Vampires have the ability to manipulate humans. It explains why you’ve never put cuffs on my wrists even though you’ve just seen me stab someone with my saber, and how non-threatening I am to you even though I’m still armed and you now know that I need to feed on blood.” Kate explained<br><br>Standing off her chair, she walked toward the window. What if she told him that it was her, that she was what he lost. “I rarely use it on people, because the more I do it to one person, the less likely the next time is going to work.” Looking outside, she was trying to spot a movement that would indicate that Hugo and his newborns were hunting, that their plans had begun. “My point is do you want to remember me? To remember everything that happened to you, the night of the accident?” She asked and saw that there was nothing suspicious outside yet.<br><br>Kate knew that things should be done to get people to safety. The issue was that while people were gathered in a group, they would be easier to hunt, but it was also much easier for a mob mentality to kick in and lynch a vampire. After all, severing the spinal cord – a fancy way of saying beheading – was one very efficient way to turn a vampire to ashes. Seeing nothing suspicious in the window, she turned away from it and stopped her gaze onto Corris as she waited for his answer. <br><br>Somewhere, on the island of St. Thomas, the cellular network was brought down.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 19:05:38</strong>
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				"What the..." The man did not have time to scream or give alarm. The guard fell to the ground with blood spilling like a river from his neck. It had begun.<br><br>The sheriff was confused, but in the mean time, a strange feeling of relief had taken him. Did he know this girl before? She could be the key to some answers that tickled his mind all these years.<br><br>"You used it on me then." He looked a little discontent. Of course he could not tell what she felt towards him, but in the heart, he wanted her to be a friend at least. Corris did not know why but the notion of gaining Kate's trust was somehow important for him.<br><br>"I need to remember every detail of that night. Did I know you back? Are you the one to place a blur in my mind? Undo it, please, if possible."<br><br>Her gazes to the outside made him look at the same spot. For now, no sign of trouble was seen. He made himself close a little more towards Kate, his duties as a sheriff could wait for a few seconds. He needed the memories back. He needed to see, if she knew her and more importantly, what did he mean for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 05:02:14</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Kate looked at him, once again quite aware of how much he had grown into his looks. Her usual men were in a lower age-range, but him… it was different. There was just so much about him that caught her attention and pulled her toward him, it was almost unfair. Then again, she had most advantages over him, the ability to influence or even rob him of his free will.<br><br>“I was invited by a girl, Angela Simmons, to join a party of young adults in the clearing, at the end of the road that follows the ocean lean. I was told that people would party all night long and there would be tents for us to sleep if we wanted to. With my little issue with the sun, I knew I wouldn’t sleep there but I don’t need sleep during the night anyway.” Kate started, trying not to get lost in the details. “Hugo and I went. Early on, a young man caught my eye and I knew I had caught his. Hugo and I were in an open relationship, so I was free to do as I wished, as long as I left with him in the morning and it was the same for him.”<br><br>Kate sighed, even though breathing was unnecessary. She ran a hand into her hair and an amused smile played on her lips. “I went to talk to the young man, we ended up in his tent and I learned there that I was his first. He was so cute and very endearing to me. We finished just before the sun came up and Hugo was quite upset that I had spent more time with a stranger than him. We argued in the car, he was speeding and he lost it.” Kate cleared her throat and glanced outside again, just briefly checking for supernatural movement, and then she returned her gaze onto him. <br><br>“You were the first on site. You arrived just as I was about to jump and find a cave here I’d be able to hide from the sun… You told me something, tried to stop me from what you thought would be suicide, and I told you to forget my face, to forget my name… <em>Remember me, remember who I am.</em>” She said and the last few words were meant to unlock his memory, so he could see that for someone who had lived through the last thirteen years, she had not changed at all, her body frozen in time by her non-human characteristics, but also so he could remember what he had told her exactly without the words coming from her. She didn't want him to feel that she had somehow suggested him that he was in love with her back then, that he was the young man for whom she had been the first.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 15:50:26</strong>
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				The girl in his arms was an amazing sight. The boy caressed her hair falling briefly to her pale shoulders, the curves of her body still made his heart beat fast. It felt so great and he could not stop but wonder why? Was it because that it was his first time? Was it about the way she smiled? Or the mystery that dominated her eyes?<br><br>All in all, would she be special for him, or did he feel that way just because he tasted the desires of his body for the first time?<br><br>After all these years, Corris could solve the puzzle that tickled his mind. He had been with girls many times after her, he had been married and devorced. Susan, his ex-wife was a beatiful woman and a good lovemaker. But he knew he was absent of something. He missed someone he never remembered. At last, he knew the answer. Never did he get the joy of that night's pleasure in his life. Kate was special, not because she was his first, but because of something much deeper.<br><br>Corris did dare to lean towards Kate. It was not his will, but a reaction of his body to bein so close to the one it needed. His hands moved to her head and he did not think much, his lips were soon in touch with hers. For a moment, he felt the blood run faster inside his body, he felt the delicious taste of her lips, then slowly leaned back. He stood there, silent before her. He was not ashamed of what he did, nor did he care about the facts of her nature. He would go no further now, but his soul needed to take that kiss.<br><br>"I was absent of my dreams for thirteen years. They had been filled with a single figure, which I could not recognise." He looked through Kate, rested himself on the desk and holding the sword downwards to the ground. "I understand you, you are a companion of Hugo and I was a night of pleasure for you. But, I cannot stop myself from..." He paused. The words of "loving you" would spill from the mouth when he stopped. He thought deeply of those words that he never spoke, that he wondered if they meant anything for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 17:15:09</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">After being around people for so long, Kate didn’t need to look into his thoughts to know that he was remembering, he was looking into the memory that she had blocked from his mind. It had been a long time, but the memory would be untainted by time. Kate saw him lean toward her and her breath caught in her throat. Kate knew that it was what Hugo had caught the last time she had met with Corris, and that she had been so blind to see. He had professed his love last time, she could have answered in kind, but instead she had taken the jump to save her life.<br><br>When their lips touched, Kate’s grip on the saber tightened. It was simply her way to cling to the present, to remain aware that there would be another time and place where this kiss could be deepened, where she would wrap her arms around his neck and let go. Now, however, they had to prepare for the horrific night to come. She understood just how much she had missed him, then. Why thoughts of him had randomly popped up in her mind throughout the years and why she had often found herself looking up flight tickets to the nearest airport to St. Thomas. Everything made sense… but it also meant that Hugo had been right all along.<br><br>Kate’s hand on the saber loosened its grip when he stepped back. She opened her eyes and gazed into his. She felt bad for robbing him from this memory for so long. “I was Hugo’s companion. He wants you dead because he knows that I left a piece of me behind with you when we came last time. He can read my mind as much as I can read his, and he spent the last years catching thoughts of you, memories of the time we spent together, in my mind. He blames the failure or my relationship with him on our visit here, on your existence. That’s why he’s here now, driven by revenge.”<br><br>Kate reached out to take his free hand with hers. “Corris, the only times I use the manipulative powers I have is to protect my nature and keep it secret, or to have something done quickly and I have no time doing it differently. I’ve used it three times on you. To make you forget me, to have you lower your gun and not feel threatened by me, and just now to undo what I did the first time. It’s not something I abuse and I hope you’ll learn to trust me in spite of my ability.” <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 21:19:43</strong>
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				Corris did feel a sadness when she talked about her time passed with Hugo. She cared about that vampire she sired. Although she said that a piece of her left with Corris, the sheriff just could not understand why she hadn't come back looking for him.<br><br>"If Hugo would not want revenge from me," he replied quietly, his voice reflecting his inner struggle. "you would not come here then. You would not want to look for me. Instead, you passed all these years with him."<br><br>He gathered himself. This was not the time to be weak, the island was in danger. There were civilians, many innoccent and helpless people there that waited to be the victim of a bloodthirsty beast. And Corris was a part of it. He was somehow responsible for their fates, for the night he passed with Kate long ago was now the reason of Hugo's madness. The fact that the night was the greatest time of Corris, made it all worse.<br><br>"You tell you felt something for me yet you stayed with him." He lowered his head at first, then took up his stance. "I understand your loyalty. And this is not the time to make judgement." He held the sword by it's tilt and measured it's weight. "Let us try to stop him then, before someone gets hurt." He was the sheriff of St Thomas, no matter how heart broken he was about the situation with Kate, he had a town to defend. He had to show Hugo that he would not fall without a fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 21:43:22</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">“You had the right to a normal life, Corris, I didn’t want to rob you from that right. I live in a different world, secret and hiding in plain sight. It isn’t a world I chose and it isn’t something I wanted to force onto you, but Hugo has forced my hand.” It was a measure of how she cared, that she had not come back, but wasn’t bothered forcing it onto Hugo who had been with her for some time before the accident. She didn’t know how to let him know that, but she felt it would be premature.<br><br>Kate sighed, knowing she could have handled things better, but it was too late now. She had done things the way she had and there was no way for her to change the past. Now, she had to focus on the way things were heading here and now. “Don’t be mistaken; I do have to take blood to survive, and I do kill once in a while. You’re cop, and until this is over we’re on the same side, but after… After everything that’s going to happen, you might not feel the same way about me.” And if he decided to rid the world of her presence, she had lived a long time and would not put up a fight.<br><br>Suddenly, she understood that she had not shared a very important piece of information; the newborns. “Corris… It’s not just him.” S She still headed toward the door with the sword at her hip. She wanted to be outside, to be able to catch her first glance at newborns. “He’s gathered homeless kids, runaways, junkies… he’s turned himself into some kind of god-sent miracle to them, using his vampire advantages. He turned them last night. From what I could gather, they’re a little more than a dozen” Kate said and placed a hand on the hilt of the sword still sheathed at her hips.<br><br>“How can I explain this to you… Think of it as a crack addict, who has few lucid moments when the dose wears off. For the Vampire, taking blood produces the opposite effects. When we drink, we have a moment of clarity, where everything is sharper, thoughts and senses. With someone as old as I, that moment can last for days, so I don’t feel the need to feed as often. Newborns have it last for… about an hour, maybe two before the thirst begins to cloud everything else… So every three hours at best, their behavior will become erratic and their only thought will be to find blood.&nbsp; It plays against us, but at the same time for us. They are easier to kill when in bloodlust.” Kate explained. She wished she had more time, so that everything could sink in, but as she walked toward the door out, she knew she had no other choice.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 18:34:29</strong>
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				Susan was walking away from the crowd. She was still struggling to find something that can gather up her life after Corris. She ran up to Lilian, an old woman with a smiling face. "Is everything allright my dear?" asked Lilian. She was the aunt of Corris, the only relative he had still alive and she had always been nice towards his niece's ex-wife.<br><br>"I'm fine Lilian, just a bit distracted from the voice." She smiled briefly upon leaving the old woman and made her way towards the exit of the concert area. As she approached a dark corner, she heard some sound that resembled the grunts of a dog. And, was that blood on the floor? She approached the edge of the narrow street with fear rising and then, saw the worst scene of her life. A bunch of men, hurled onto another, necking and biting him. Her scream was not heard by many because of the concert, but Lilian had seen the woman run away from the corner with some strange looking guys in pursuit.<br><br>"Listen," said the sheriff. He was now really concerned that Hugo was not alone. The citizens were in terrible danger. "I need to alert all the men I have and try to get the situation in control. I have to head over to the concert zone. In the meantime there's something I need you to do. Find my aunt, Lilian and bring her here. She's recognised by many in town." She gave a brief description of the woman to Kate and then headed towards the door. "I'll try to get people together and then, make my men escort them to their homes. I'll cover a story of prisonbreak or something." Before he left the station, he looked one more time to her, it was evident that he was having difficulties in front of her. He would nearly loose control again and make way for her lips. But this time, he stood his ground. "Be safe Kate." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 19:58:32</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Kate nodded her head. She definitely agreed that he had to gather his men, give them some kind of cover story. It was needed. She knew she could most likely track the most awkward of newborns, but since these people were survivors in their own way, Kate expected a few individuals in the pack to be able to fight back or to elude her. There was no clue as to what kind of dark gift they had either. She had her full telepathy, Hugo had something similar but to a lesser degree. If one could foresee the future or had a knack for escape, it would get hard.<br><br>“Corris… you could tell your people it’s a virus that makes the infected individuals rabid, it would explain things if someone saw them feed, but they’re not contagious just very dangerous. Your men must not shoot at them, they feel pain but the bullet won’t stop them.” Kate said taking a few steps away from him. “The smell of ammonia or bleach will keep them away from the entrances. If this is the most secure area in town, try to get as many people inside as you can, then wash the doors with it…” It wouldn’t keep Hugo or herself from it, they were both able to remain coherent long enough not to breathe approaching the building but the newborn would simply shy away from it.<br><br>Lilian… While Corris gave a brief description of the woman, Kate took the liberty to take a peek in his mind. It would be easier for her to find the woman if she knew exactly what she looked like. To describe it to her, Corris had to think about Lilian and that proved to be enough for Kate to capture the appearance of the one she had to save. She knew how accurate this could be, though, as images tended to be influenced by the feelings of the one who remembered. “I’ll take care of your aunt, Corris. I’ll find her. You be safe. I’ll be back.” She wanted to touch him, but all she did was twitch her hand. She had to go, now.<br><br>Tracking someone wasn’t difficult to Kate, if she had met this person before. In Lilian’s case, she had not. On the other hand, there were a lot of people gathered in the same spot, if Lilian was outside, someone ought to have seen her recently. Kate placed a hand onto her saber to keep it off her legs while she jogged, glad that she had not worn heels. Going about at human speed was a loss of time that she could hardly avoid, but she had to scan thoughts at the same time. Kate’s mind brushed against Susan and the terror in the woman’s mind made Kate angle toward her direction.<br><br>Kate sensed chaos, a confused mind focused on a single thought. They had killed a man, drank his blood, what was happening to them? A vampire, a newborn, having a moment of clarity, but it would be short-lived. Kate removed her saber from its sheath and kept it behind her leg so that the newborn wouldn’t feel threatened. She lost no time, though, and ended this young one without so much as a glance back. The corpse would decay over the course of the hour. She had to keep going.<br><br>Finding Lilian and not scare her away with her bloody sword, was harder than she had anticipated, but Kate would not fail. She had given her word, she would find the elder. She was close, she could read her presence in more and more minds. Kate hurried when she saw a head of grey hair looking about with a curious look in her eyes. She was&nbsp; heading toward a rather dangerous scene and Kate knew that she had to stop her before it was too late. “<em>Lilian, come to me.</em>” She called out. Luring preys was the purpose of this power, calling someone this way was often used to this purpose, but now she wanted to protect the woman’s sanity and her life. Lilian did turn to her and frowned, feeling the urge to obey and to resist, but she let Kate’s voice wind. In her mind, she sent a message to Corris, which he would hear as if it was his own thought, but spoken with her softer and higher pitched voice. “Found Lilian, we’re coming back”<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 11:18:38</strong>
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				"To all officers of St. Thomas. This is an emergency. Repeat, to all officers, this is an emergency call. Sheriff Norberd speaking."<br><br>"I have just received news that a group of escaped prisoners have landed on the island. They are extremely dangerous and need to be approached very carefully. They may have infiltrated the island and prepare for an attack. Be watchful for any trouble. They are said to be in effect of a strong drug and this can make them go wild. Do not shoot until it is your last chance. I will be on the concert zone at once, in the mean time, take defensive position around the area and try to observe the crowd. We should keep people together and safe."<br><br>Corris searched the department and headed for the depot where cleaning materials were stocked. After a couple of minutes, he was able to detect some flagons that contained liquid with ammonia in it and some bleach. He carried some of them over a handcart and left the place, heading towards the entrance, pulling the heavy cart.<br><br>He was surprised when he met a terrorized Susan. She did not seem to be wounded but instead, scared to death. "Corris!" she cried and hurled herself to his arms before he could react. "You must see! There's a dead body over there, and someone..."<br><br>Sheriff tried to calm her down and heard the voice of Kate in his mind. "Listen, Susan, I'll take care of everything, you need to stay here, Lilian will be here soon. Take her in and lock the doors. Do not open it up to anyone until we return, agreed?" The scared woman nodded her head unwillingly and Corris started to run through the dark street, just to spot Kate with his aunt a few distance away. He had left the saber inside the department, he did not want the crowd panic with that sight.<br><br>"Thank you Kate." he spoke quietly before hugging his aunt. He let the old woman through the department where Susan waited for her. "Now let's go to the concert zone, it's better if you are not seen by the people, I don't want questions about the sabered girl by my side. Search around and deal with any of them you can find, I'll organise the people and try to lead them safely to the department building."<br><br>After he a few seconds, all the light in the island were shut down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saving St. Thomas (Barbarian &amp; Aysande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 21:40:59</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Kate placed a protective hand low on the woman’s back as she escorted Lilian toward the Sheriff’s office. The effects of the call were wearing off and she caught a few questioning and confused glances toward her, some were directed to the sword in the vampire’s hand. Kate explained that it was Corris who had asked her to go and get his aunt, and Lilian appeared to be somewhat appeased. She was leading her to security, but who was this young woman? Kate made a thigh smile, hearing the thoughts of the elder. Her age was always an issue, and people under twenty had a much bigger effort to make, in order to be taken seriously. It really sucked. It was her cross to bear every day.<br><br>The short walk back toward the Sheriff station,&nbsp; was used to think about something else. Corris… he had kissed her as soon as he had remembered who she was, and she thought she had caught the thought of another kiss a few minutes later too. He was attracted to her like a moth to a flame, and she was just as deadly to him. She wanted to keep him close to her, to be the one who would stand between him and the dangers threatening him tonight. If she had had a longer warning, she could have taught him how to use a saber efficiently.<br><br>He was the one to greet them, when they were back to his office. Kate wasn’t used to be given instruction, and very few people would make her comply when they gave her orders, but he had to do what he had to do, and so did she. She needed to help him protect the others, but who would be there to protect him. He was one of the primary targets. She could not leave him alone, defenseless. She was sure he knew how to fight a normal human being, but what would be his chances against a crazed super strong and super fast vampire? Very little. He could have this strength and speed without becoming a vampire, but the cost was too high… He would lose his free will, with her and that wasn’t an acceptable cost to her.<br><br>“I should be with you. I’ll leave the sword behind if need be. I have to protect you.” She protested, defying his authority as a sheriff but not in a way to undermine his authority in front of others. She was speaking with a low voice. She could have used her telepathy, but had decided against it, she changed her mind before someone would overhear the conversation. “<em>You are one of Hugo’s main target, Corris, he wants you dead for falling in love with me. I’ll be at your side. Once everyone is secure, I’ll need you as my guide. I don’t know the island very well.</em>” She said into his mind. <br><br>The sound of everything powering down made her look up at the half-moon, suspended in the night sky. She was grateful for the lack of clouds, because now that every lights were off, Corris might need to use a flashlight and that was a beacon for every vampire looking for an easy victim to hunt and snack on. A loud explosion banged in the distance, and Kate did not have to turn her head to see that there were flames at the point where the island was the closest to the main land. The ferry had been destroyed. With the treacherous waters that flowed between the two landmasses, no one could cross safely. They were all stuck here. She kept her gaze onto Corris, expecting him to let her know if he agreed or not.<br><br></div>
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