Vamp High (A Vampire RP)

[Chasta]

Working on getting one together)

[Better Dig Two]

Azrael glares at Luke, she steps to the side leaving an iceprint, she crouches down to the print and places her hand over it and lowering her hand making the ice melt.

[Nithera]

Luke watched her melt the ice, grinning."ice. cool."he had no intention of making enemies without need.

[MyChemicalObsession!]

I dropped from the tree landing directly in front of Luke. "I should go." I said stepping back

[Pharaoh]

[[ I apologize in advance. I'll summarize this post at the bottom for those who don't want to read an obsessively [accidentally] long backstory. Got carried away. P: Might I ask what day and time it currently is in the RP? ]]

The sun was shining brightly in my eyes, and they watered a little. No pain, like normal. Not like normal. Something more. My little white dress had floral prints and a synched waste, done up with a pink ribbon. A hat on my head matched the white, adorned with its own pink ribbon tied around my neck to keep it on. I skipped merrily, through fields of colorful flower blossoms matching my dress. The sky was a strange blue. The color of crystal. Like pool water, almost. I began to spin in circles, knocking myself over and giggling as the soft petals and leaves cushioned my fall.


I did not notice that I felt nothing.

I pulled my arms out from behind my head, and imitated making snow-angels in the earth. The flowers bent smoothly, like silk, and returned to their previous positions. Like me. Unbreakable. I laughed as fat, lazy clouds drifted by, mocking them and their size. I was a dainty rose, thin and slender and flawless as the flowers. I sat up, the cool breeze entangled with my hair. After all, today was the day I had always dreamed of. The sun, the field of flowers, the cool breeze against my skin. Slowly coming true. All my hopes, dreams, and desires.


My desires...

I shuddered. There in the distance, running toward me, was that girl. Why was she here? They’d promised me she wouldn’t be. They’d made me perfect. Why was she still there? Running slowly, like a memory replayed in your mind as sluggishly as possible to recapture each second. Her reddish curls bobbed. Her smile was inviting. Suddenly, she was there, still running near stand-still and yet traveling in seconds. She called a name, and I tried to make it out. A cry of excitement. My name. Eliza May. Eliza May. Come play with me Eliza May!


I was screaming within moments.

Suddenly, my wrist felt as if it had been slit. I saw a flower recoil, and watched as blood came teaming out of the wound. It was small, but grew bigger and stained my fair skin. I struggled but found no freedom. All the flowers were black and purple and grey, roses with thorny arms entangled about me. All the world began to fade. The girl turned to a monster with a melted mouth that stretched as it opened, a demonic grin that could not be forgotten. The sky turned a muddy color, and storm clouds gathered. The world faded in an instant, washing away as if someone had splashed the vision gone with a bucket of icy water.


I awoke to a glaringly bright light.

I sat up in my bed, still shrieking. The white walls around me were suffocating, choking, and I was going mad. Instantly he was at my sad, a tall man with hair my color and eyes like slates of grey. “Calm down.” He reassured me. “You’re fine.” I couldn’t help but find curious interest at his mouth. His teeth. They were too perfectly white. All perfectly aligned. I relaxed, my arm wrapped tightly on my bleeding wrist. The circulation had drained from my fingers. I moved them, but they were stiff and cold. My whole body was cold. This incurable cold that made me want to tear myself to bits. They hadn’t warned me about the cold. Obviously I could still trust no one.


Two things down, plenty to go.

He tried to tell me everything was okay, but I ignored him, tracing the non-existent lines of my ceiling. My blankets provided no warmth. They almost made me feel colder, really. I finally looked at him, when I realized that he had stopped talking. I smiled, and he sighed. “They still haven’t come in. Oh well, can’t have it all happening at once. I asked you why you were screaming and trying to kill your fragile wrist?” He indicated to my bandaged wrist, and I sighed. My shrug did not satisfy him, and he continued to press me about my dream until I confessed it.


Big mistake.

He decided something was wrong, and the injection had been a failure. He would end my suffering and initiate my dream state. He said I’d be free there forever. That’s what they’d also told me before I’d fallen asleep the first time. I hate liars. They treat me like I’m stupid and five. I’m neither and this insane urge to prove so could overwhelm me at any time. I nodded him off and decided my course of action. I did not want to go back to my dreams. I did not want that girl. I wanted to feel no pain, suffering, or cold. I wanted to forget about all that had happened and breath my worries away. Apparently, getting donor blood does not do that to you.


So I had a choice.

Accept the inevitable, or do something. I was pretty good at “doing something”. I sat there only a moment, and that was long enough. Too long, actually. For in the moment more than my moments were, I had a change beyond any ever imagined. I felt my mouth begin to bleed, and the ache at my wound grew red-hot next to all the cold. It got worse, intensified by my anger. I was about to do something. Oh, it would not end well. A painful memory flashed back, of screaming in a room with a high bed and wooden floors at a man who was a stranger to me. I lost focus briefly, and within seconds two nurses and my doctor were on top of me, pinning me down.


Too late.

The last thing I remember was shattering some glass, doing a duck-and-roll, and landing several stories below on the soft grass. I somersaulted over and over until I finally reached the rode. My eyes were running, I could not breath, something scorched my lungs. Bells rang behind me. I heard screaming sirens a mile away. My hands ached and burned. I was still so cold. I had the taste in my mouth of vengeance, blood, and smoke. I stood up in my white gown, stumbled a few paces, collapsed, and began to cry. The fire truck arrived moments later. One man tried to talk to me, but I remained silent. When he gave up, I ran.


Some time later; days, years, eternities?

I wanted those girls to shut up. I could pretend to be their bubbly, idiotic friend. Easy. But I couldn’t pretend to enjoy the gossip at an octave only bats and other preppies can hear. It was positively revolting. My glass of water near its breaking point, I snatched it and dumped it atop one of the girls’ heads. “And no, I don’t know who The Who is.” I set my glass down, grabbed my black bag, and quickly stalked off. My long hair bounced, uncut and positively foul with the stenches of expensive perfume and flowery shampoo. I’d find some scum-filled lake for a bath later.


I was not a “pretty girl”.

I was pretty, but what I mean is, no bathes with bubbles and candles and soft music. Show me the nearest lake, pond, or puddle, and I was happy. Sleeping on a park bench was okay. Soft grass was better. Somewhere without a streetlight or lamp was always preferred. The stars were my night lights, the moon that strange pattern on your wall at night. People could judge me all they wanted. I was not poor, and had enough money to afford an unusually stylish wardrobe. However, I preferred jeans, simple t-shirts, and a black hoodie with a big hood and big pockets. I was a runaway and I would rather be remembered as that than anything. I never used my money for more than the essential black sneakers and a snack.


“Fitting in” just wasn’t my style.

However, being stupid wasn't my style either. So when tomorrow came, I'd be an official student. I tried to grin at the thought, but only found a sickening fear. I knew where the school was. Knew where my dorm would be. Had my schedule arranged. I was ready to jump in. Sort of. I guess you could say while frightened out of my wits, I was also a bit worried. I probably wouldn't be accepted, I was some half-thought freak who wasn't exactly what I claimed to be on either side. I walked toward the school with a grin, hoping that I could sneak in and spend my final outside moments on the fresh-cut green lawn under some shady oak. I did find a big tree, and propped myself against it to wait out the night. After all, I was about to be forced into my new-found penitentiary. If only I knew what my crime was. Being a kid? Probably.

[[ Basically explaining the events of her past, events she never tells anyone anyway and events that are so buried in her conscious that no will, even some sort of "power", could draw them out. The ending is about how she's a runaway, tries to find some friends but can't stand them, and then decides to spend her last night on school grounds before she begins to attend it. Questions? Don't hesitate to ask! ]]

[Better Dig Two]

"ice, water, and blood." Azrael said to Luke and turned to Alice, "I will come with you," she says.

[Chasta]

All I really know is; Rephaim is in Shadow's dorm talking, Silas is in Lotus' dorm talking, and Drake, Azrael, and Alice all went their own ways after Drake threw Rephaim against the wall. Those who have the other parts, add them in.)

[MyChemicalObsession!]

"Bye Luke." I whispered smiling. I spun around and took off.

[Nithera]

Luke watched them go."cya."he sighed and shook his head watching the sky. it would be dawn soon.

[Better Dig Two]

Azrael just glared at him hoping he really didn't know Drake, she didn't want the concil finding out that they loved each other. She took off after Alice. She caught up to Alice, "you had to say that!" she says.