Fates and lives intertwined..the darkness beckons..(Khalon & FeBurns)
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				Title: <strong>Fates and lives intertwined..the darkness beckons..(Khalon &amp; FeBurns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khalon</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 06:59:50</strong>
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				For Nicolai Zakarova the darkness had become his life.&nbsp; For centuries he had been away from his homeland at the request of the prince.&nbsp; Hunting those that had turned from the life of a Carpathian and had lost there soul, in turn becoming vampire.&nbsp; He was a hunter born and bred.&nbsp; However after the second century he had lost his ability to see in color and all ability to feel any emotion.&nbsp; The monster inside him raging for blood and release his only companion next to his conscience and sense of honor.&nbsp; Those two things and his duty had been the only things to keep him from turning himself or meeting the dawn.&nbsp; <br><br>He had been given the task of hunting in North America.&nbsp; Canada, the US and Mexico were his jurisdiction.&nbsp; He had felt the presence of others through out the centuries and had met with a couple and kept what word of his homeland that he could.&nbsp; Long years...many hunts, only a few scars showed that he had fought at all.&nbsp; It was one of the gifts of his people to be able to heal any but the most severe of wounds without scaring.<br><br>This night found him in the streets of New Orleans.&nbsp; Many of the vampires seemed to have been drawn to certain cities.&nbsp; This was one of them.&nbsp; He walked down the streets his eyes seemingly looking at nothing yet taking in everything.&nbsp; The air was thick with something tonight.&nbsp; He could feel it as if it were a tangible object.&nbsp; He kept his senses focused as he walked the streets.&nbsp; Something was going to happen.&nbsp; He knew it..and he would be ready.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fates and lives intertwined..the darkness beckons..(Khalon &amp; FeBurns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeBurns</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 18:11:53</strong>
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				“The French Quarter, really.”&nbsp; Sarcasm drips from the man’s tone like honey drips from a spoon into a cup of tea, thick, rich and without disguise.&nbsp; Sorina remains still in her seat without squirming and without flinching.&nbsp; She was accustomed to such skepticism.<br><br>“It’s not that I don’t believe you, Ms. Long, it’s just that the Quarter will be under such intense scrutiny from the uniforms, not to mention local security guards from just about every business lining the streets, it would be a fool that’d leave himself so vulnerable after the type of killing spree we’ve seen marking a trail along the states.”&nbsp; <em>and all leading to here</em>.&nbsp; ”How can you be so sure?”&nbsp; This time the skepticism of the New Orleans’ Police Captain had turned to one of derision, as if he dared Sorina to give him a reasonable plausible explanation.&nbsp; <br><br>Sorina never could explain the how of it.&nbsp; Her only ally in this room full of law enforcement agents and a handful of civilians was Special Agent Morgan who had escorted her to Louisiana.&nbsp; His agency had been tracking this case through five US states and she had assisted them in three of the killings.&nbsp; It had been a, daunting task, especially due to the fact that using her skills to such an extent always took a toll on her.&nbsp; Often she suffered from severe headaches, debilitating insomnia, and exhaustion.&nbsp; Those troubles were bad enough besides the threats she sometimes received from those she helped hunt down.&nbsp; She swore to herself she was going to retire, or at the very least, take a very long vacation.&nbsp; Agent Morgan, though, had made such an imploring case to her of their need of her help, she had a difficult time refusing.&nbsp; <br><br>Later, after the debriefing, Morgan had taken her aside and, in a low voice, reassured her, “Don’t worry about him, Sorina.&nbsp; He’s just scared.&nbsp; The thought of having an unknown murderer preying on his territory is a hard pill to swallow.”&nbsp; She’d nodded and departed, wanting to avoid another of his invitations to dinner.&nbsp; Morgan was a nice, good, honorable fellow and all but Sorina avoided personal relationships.&nbsp; She saw too many things in people, even the good ones, and disliked being touched, let alone engaging in romantic entanglements.&nbsp; <br><br>Exiting the police station, Sorina descended the stairs and paused on the sidewalk to juggle her belongings.&nbsp; Her hair shines in the sun, a vibrant red, and the heels of her street boots click on the sidewalk as she walks a short distance.&nbsp; She’d declined a ride to the hotel.&nbsp; “Taxi!”&nbsp; She called out, waving one hand to catch the nearest yellow cab, dropping some of her book on the sidewalk.&nbsp; Chiding herself, she crouches down to recollect them just as the car pulls up to the curb.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fates and lives intertwined..the darkness beckons..(Khalon &amp; FeBurns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khalon</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 06:56:24</strong>
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				He turned in his sleep..something had woken him up.&nbsp; He felt the the twisted taint of the vampire and its minions.&nbsp; He knew there was one here but that is not what had caused him to stir.&nbsp; It was daylight so he knew he could not yet rise.&nbsp; He set out his senses as much as he could given his weakened state.&nbsp; He came upon a mind that felt familiar, but he knew he had never met this woman before.&nbsp; He felt her sorrow and her depression.&nbsp; He immediately flooded her with good feelings to help her feel better.&nbsp; It was a gut instinct that he couldnt understand.&nbsp; He had not cared about anything for several centuries.<br><br>He saw in the woman's mind a string of unsolved murders by a mysterious killer.&nbsp; He knew the work of a vampire when he saw it.&nbsp; He felt near her another presence..a male.&nbsp; His teeth almost bared as a silent growl came forth.&nbsp; Warding the man away from her he looked back into her mind taking what information he could.&nbsp; The need to protect and look after this woman overriding and going beyond anything he had known.<br><br>He left his presence with her through out the rest of the day.&nbsp; He pushed a suggestion that she go out to eat or to a club that night.&nbsp; He had every intention of finding her which would not be difficult.&nbsp; He left his presence with her for the rest of the day.&nbsp; He would find this woman and find out why she was having such an effect on him.&nbsp; It was almost as if he was having feelings again.&nbsp; Which was impossible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fates and lives intertwined..the darkness beckons..(Khalon &amp; FeBurns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeBurns</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 22:48:01</strong>
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				Sorina had retrieved her books from the ground unaware that behind her, at the top of the steps, emerges Special Agent Morgan.&nbsp; He’d seen her immediately, deciding impulsively to go down there and join her, perhaps even try to share the cab ride with her to the hotel.&nbsp; Half way down the steps he veered in a different direction and turned up the street in the opposite direction from Sorina.&nbsp; There’d been a look of confusion on his face, as if he couldn’t remember what he was about to do.&nbsp; At the end of the block he turned left around the corner and out of sight.<br><br>Normally Sorina would have detected Morgan’s presence and his intentions at once and typically she’d experience the same queasiness inside her that she does with the attentions of any man, not just Agent Morris.&nbsp; This time, however, as she pushes up from the deep crouch and steps to the cab, opening the door and entering it, she’s oblivious to those things going on behind her.&nbsp; The Agent.&nbsp; The building with it’s officers and perpetrators.&nbsp; Even the gruesome case she’s been studying in hopes of helping catch a murderer.&nbsp; Nothing from the case weighs on her mind, and it’s a welcomed relief.&nbsp; <br><br>She doesn’t understand it, though, these sudden and unexplained sensations of well-being and a general feeling of .. well .. good is the only word she can think of to describe it.&nbsp; Since feelings like this are few and far between for Sorina, she’d decided not to over analyze it and instead, take it for the gift it is.&nbsp; She informs the driver “Riverfront.&nbsp; To the Marriott, please”.&nbsp; She’d specifically requested that hotel as it was a safe enough distance from the Quarter area.&nbsp; Too, it’s a busy, if not plain-wrapped, environment.&nbsp; Perhaps, if the murderer was apprehended, she’d take a vacation here in New Orleans and stay at one of the more quaint, boutique hotels closer to the central area of action.<br><br>Her afternoon had been filled with more of the same good feelings and, uncharacteristic for her, she actually took a nap.&nbsp; It was a deep sleep and one where dreams of boogey-men and mean-spirited school children didn’t plague her for a change.&nbsp; Having awakened refreshed, she’d decided to go out to dinner and perhaps see some of the New Orleans nightlife.&nbsp; Dressed in a skirt, high heel boots, blouse and fitted jacket, Sorina soon found herself spirited across town.&nbsp; She’d been feeling so good all day that her previous resolve to avoid the French Quarter dissolved under the driver’s rave reviews of some of the finest restaurants and clubs in all of America.&nbsp; <br><br>Tipping the driver, she alighted from the cab, her fair skin and freckles practically illuminating beneath the lights of the Club 300 Jazz Restaurant as she made her way inside.&nbsp; Her blue-green eyes take in the scene inside the restaurant and she can’t decide whether to have a drink before eating, aromas of a unique nouveau creole cuisine filling her senses and tantalizing her to explore the tastes of New Orleans.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Khalon</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 05:06:53</strong>
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				His eyes ran over her from the bar in the restaurant.&nbsp; He had kept part of his mind with her all day while his body rested in the ground.&nbsp; He set his drink down abruptly when the impossible happened.&nbsp; Blinking his eyes he looked at her again the looked around.&nbsp; Color..he was seeing colors.&nbsp; He steeled his nerves and looked back at her keeping track of her movements.<br><br>He watched her approach the bar and order a drink.&nbsp; He had picked her name out of her mind when he had been resting.&nbsp; He walked over to where she sat.&nbsp; He was dressed in a tailored black Armin suit.&nbsp; His hair was pulled back into a ponytail and secured with a leather thong.&nbsp; With the lifetimes that his kind lived they amassed wealth easily.&nbsp; He took the seat next to her and handed the bartender a fifty when he tried to collect for her drink asking for a glass of wine paying for both it and her drink.<br><br>He took a sip of the wine looking over at her.&nbsp; Something about her was pulling at him..drawing responses he thought had long since passed by.&nbsp; There was an air about her..something infinitesimal that emanated from her.&nbsp; He smiled at her when the bartender handed him his change.&nbsp; He raised his glass to her in a silent toast.&nbsp; His blue-gray eyes locked on hers.<br><br>"So tell me miss Sorina.&nbsp; What brings a psychic like yourself out tonight in a time like this?"
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				Post by: <strong>FeBurns</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 17:48:51</strong>
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				Although it was relatively early for a night out on the town, Sorina was mildly surprised and somewhat disappointed that no music had begun to play here yet.&nbsp; When placing her order with the bartender for a glass of dry Chardonnay, she inquired about the band and was informed that the music doesn’t usually begin until 9 pm.&nbsp; Her slender, shapely brows crease delicately inward at the center as she glances surreptitiously at her watch.&nbsp; The brief irritation at the cab driver’s misinformation is quickly smoothed over by that same sensation she’d experienced much of the day today – one of peace and a decided freedom from stress and exhaustion.&nbsp; She’s able to shrug it off, not allow it to bother her.&nbsp; She certainly won’t sit around here for two hours waiting for the jazz when the Quarter offers a wide host of musical entertainment, but that doesn’t have to stop her from enjoying the wine or .. .. whatever else comes into her line of vision as she sips it.<br><br>And right now, sensing a new presence next to her, she turns her head and regards the finely-dressed gentleman taking the stool next to hers.&nbsp; The small emeralds and gold setting of her earrings glimmer beneath the room’s lighting as she turns her head, tiny wisps of curled hair coiling around their lengths.&nbsp; She’d been just about to sip from the rim of the glass of light-golden liquid, her supple lips pursed but not quite pressed to the glass, when she lowers it once again in order to incline her head graciously in appreciation for his generosity.&nbsp; <br><br>“Thank you.”<br><br>Her voice was calm, gentle, and pleasant.&nbsp; Sexy without intending to be .. a subtle blend of smoke and warmth.&nbsp; She raised her glass in response to his toast then brought it to her lips and tipped it to allow a small measure of the liquid roll out onto her tongue and spread across her taste-buds.&nbsp; She had an uncanny desire to inspect him, to drag her piercing blue eyes down his form and appraise him, but with his eyes locked to hers she didn’t dare do so.&nbsp; <br><br>His words sent an instant shock through Sorina’s system, chilling her and not in a good way.&nbsp; She goes completely still, wine glass held aloft and not yet even returned to the bar top.&nbsp; Inwardly she’s anything but still, for her heart rate has accelerated and her mind is working furiously with any number of questions that she doesn’t quite know hot to ask.&nbsp; How does he know her name?&nbsp; And her secret!?!?&nbsp; Finally, she braces herself for the truths which had better come forth quickly, drawing in a slow and deep breath and lifting her central carriage upwards so that she sits straighter in the stool.&nbsp; She places the glass of wine down before bringing both hands to rest quiescent on top of her crossed leg.&nbsp; The slit of her skirt has fallen open to reveal some of her leg, and without realizing it she uses her hands to try and cover her knee, a bit of slender thigh, a bid for self-preservation no matter how miniscule it may be.<br><br>All of her mental defenses have been thrown up and she uses whatever means she possesses to block her mind.&nbsp; Her expression remains placid even if inwardly she’s alarmed.&nbsp; She doesn’t outright deny her psychic abilities but neither does she acknowledge his claim to know they exist.&nbsp; <br><br>“Hmmmm.”&nbsp; She muses, as if she’s mildly amused at some game he’s playing, “It seems you have me at a disadvantage, for you know my name, but I don’t recall ever making your acquaintance.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Khalon</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 01:23:07</strong>
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				His eyes watched her as she took a drink.&nbsp; Every movement she made was a burning awareness on his consciousness.&nbsp; Her hair caught the light and almost seemed to have a halo of fire about it.&nbsp; He watched her lips purse against the glass and almost growled as his mind wondered what they would feel like against his.&nbsp; A fleeting image of sex caught him off guard as he steeled himself.&nbsp; He had no idea where the thoughts or feelings where coming from.&nbsp; He had not had emotions in centuries and he had no idea how to control the magnitude of what he was feeling now.<br><br>His eyebrow rose for a moment at her lack of response.&nbsp; He knew she wouldn't say anything about it.&nbsp; It was a secret she had kept firmly to herself.&nbsp; Even those that had used her gift didn't know the full extent of the gifts she had.&nbsp; &nbsp;Inwardly he felt her alarm both in body and in her mind.&nbsp; It shouted at him as the need to protect came rising to the surface riding him hard.&nbsp; He knew what this was.&nbsp; He had found his lifemate.&nbsp; It was the only explination as to why he was feeling anything...and why color had returned to his once lifeless world.&nbsp; It was this woman.&nbsp; A chance meeting that had hit him like a knife to the gut.<br><br>He matched his breathing and rate to hers slowly lowering them down helping her calm physically while his mind slowly filtered into hers calming her fear.&nbsp; Her defenses were minor and easily gotten through without notice.&nbsp; He would have to teach her how to shield herself better.&nbsp; The logical part of his mind kept track of all of this while the majority of it was left to fight the beast.&nbsp; He kept his eyes on hers almost drowning in them.&nbsp; He leaned forward almost as if to whisper to her but he spoke to her in a much more intimate way...mind to mind. <br><br><em>I know you well Sorina.&nbsp; I've been with you all day..dwelling in your mind.&nbsp; I've seen the hardships and fears you have faced.&nbsp; I've helped keep them at bay.&nbsp; I've walked the corridors of your mind and tasted your sadness.&nbsp; I am not here to harm you.&nbsp; I couldn't harm you.&nbsp; We are two halves of the same whole.</em><br><br>His lips lightly brushed over hers in a light caress before pulling back.&nbsp; He made sure that no one disturbed them.&nbsp; Not even the bartender.&nbsp; He kept everyone at a distance from them.&nbsp; This was a talk that was better had without any interruptions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fates and lives intertwined..the darkness beckons..(Khalon &amp; FeBurns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeBurns</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 16:12:06</strong>
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				It wasn’t long before Sorina’s inner alarm began to calm, an unexplainable and surprising phenomenon.&nbsp; She immediately calls on her empathic abilities to read him, initially subscribing her diminishing alarm to any lack of evil detected.&nbsp; Although her eyes remain open, she focuses inward, both in him and in herself, discovering the power that this man wields .. .. not just in himself but in her as well.&nbsp; Despite her mental defenses.&nbsp; <br><br>The alarm she’d been experiencing changes shape, becoming, instead, a healthy respect for him and all his capabilities.&nbsp; While he sits calmly in the stool next to her, he exudes a power she’s never encountered before.&nbsp; Too, although she objects to the invasion of both her mental and physical space, she can’t deny that his effects, thus far, do nothing but aide her.&nbsp; Despite this latter aspect of his tremendous power, Sorina can sense something else lurking deeper beneath the surface .. .. something dark, something dangerous, something being kept in check within him only because of the sheer magnitude of his will.&nbsp; <br><br>Fascination skitters through her, large round eyes widening as he communicates with her inside her mind.&nbsp; She blinks rapidly several times, long double-thick lashes fanning down against her ivory cheeks and lifting again to reveal dilated pupils and a focus that remains directly fastened on his face.&nbsp; His eyes.&nbsp; Then his lips.&nbsp; His lips that aren’t moving and yet she can hear him as if he were speaking.&nbsp; Her own lips form words in response but she doesn’t speak them, she simply listens.&nbsp; Her intelligent mind works through his statements and she judges them to be true, without falsehood.<br><br>Sorina remains relaxed as the man draws closer, her personal spaces invaded as deeply as her mind had been.&nbsp; She should be rearing back, normally would be; she should be sliding from the stool and making her excuses for ending the evening.&nbsp; But she doesn’t.&nbsp; She remains fastened in place and holding her ground, noting a strange anticipation of his impending touch.&nbsp; His lips, she discovers in the light caress, are warm and fully formed, meeting her own pillowy tiers which, to her bewilderment, actually purse in response.&nbsp; <br><br>She’s affected by this man in a way she’s never experienced before.&nbsp; As he draws away, giving her space to breathe again, she does so in careful and slow increments.&nbsp; She isn’t aware of the way her tongue’s tip brushes across her lips in a quick sweep, as if she might be able to taste his lingering essence, draw it further into her mouth, take it deeper inside of her, learn more about him.&nbsp; All the world around them has fallen away.&nbsp; The sounds of the restaurant’s patrons are muted, the jazz music distant in the background, and Sorina doesn’t even notice the people milling in and out of the room.&nbsp; She isn’t afraid, for the first time in her life, to admit it, “I don’t understand.”&nbsp; Shaking her head softly, slowly, a small smile curling up the corners of her mouth.&nbsp; “Who are you?”&nbsp; Finally….finally!….she’s able to drag her line of sight up from his beautiful mouth to his eyes once again, ”How can you know me this way?”<br>
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