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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Not if you really start playing Oblivion, besides the Combat system is way better
"Ah!"
He yelled that at least. The Demon's mind had entered Dawn's, and therefore his own. It sensed the weakness in him, and took control of it...his eyes fell stone bacl as well. It was in control of him, waitting for his energy to return.
Posted on 2009-05-03 at 04:35:20.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Hellz no...Oblivion ftw...
A new presence filled him. It was the same he'd felt twice today. It energy flowed into them both...he felt stronger, but was still unable to fight. He looked inot Dawns eyes, they were black. He could see himself.
No...
His hair was white again...completely white...
Thats when he saw the hand.
"No!" he tried to yell, it couldn't come out.
Posted on 2009-05-03 at 04:29:04.
Edited on 2009-05-03 at 04:29:46 by Babaloo
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Because I'm playing Oblivion right now...Lawl
He couldn't respond...but he couldn;t kill her. He loved her. She had lied to him...she deserved to die...NO! She was good person...she was a lying whore...she couldn't be trusted. She was so tender...so loving. She was cold and hateful...she was kind and gentle...
The argument couldn't stop. It was up to Donald to save both of them. His energy was fading fast.
Posted on 2009-05-03 at 04:25:12.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: No...no...damnit
It wasn't working. Her energy was leaving faster than his was replacing it. The demon...the Daedra as they used to be called, was still coming. He tried to pull himself away from her, but he couldn't he was losing his life force, his magic was leaving him...as was his breath.
Posted on 2009-05-03 at 04:20:51.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: ...
"YES!"
The energy was gone. The rooms walls flew outward, the circle started to crumble...the barrier was gone.
He dove in and grabbed Dawn...pumping her pull of energy. His own was being sucked away from him. He was dying to save her. A fitting end.
Posted on 2009-05-03 at 04:14:02.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: No!
He lurched for Dawn, and tried to grab her, but some sort of magical barrier was in the way. She was screaming, not just out loud, but in his head too. The anger started building again. He could feel not only Fire, but Water, and Air and Earth inside him...this was far enough. He looked over to where Jacobi was, gagged by the branches of the tree, and he punched him. As he did, thorns grew out, perverting the tree. The thorn cut into his body, and he tried to yell, but as he opened his mouth, throns flew into them to.
"Lower the barrier you sick bastard!"
Posted on 2009-05-03 at 04:09:15.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Odd
He felt distress...pain...but it wasn't his own. He realized his mind must still be ones with Dawn.
He found her...the sacraficial circle. His love returned...Jacobi was with her...
'Dear God...', he thought.
In a flash he was gone.
He appeared in the room, right behind Jacobi.
"You filthy bastard. I told you to leave her alone!" Adrian still loved her, whether she returned the feeling or not.
Posted on 2009-05-03 at 04:02:36.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Seth
"So do I..."
The Villa was growing larger now...the gates were only about seven miles off, and the Lycans had stopped chasing them.
Posted on 2009-05-03 at 03:59:27.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: ...
The stare he had on was blank, and his mouth couldn't move. His mind wasn't even moving. He was alone again. Donlad hated him, Dawn lies to him, the werewolf couldn't be trusted, and now Edward mocked his love for Dawn.
He was alone. The first friends he'd had all his life had left him...gone in the blink of an eye. Only for a short hour had they known him.
He returned to Dawn's bedroom. The door was still unlocked. He barged in and collected his old clothes, then he looked longingly at the bed.
'Had that really been such a short time ago?', he found himself thinking. Tenderly he ran a hand across the smooth satin sheets, touching his forefinger to his lips....and tasting cherry once more.
He quietly turned around and eyed the bathroom before leaving. There was nothing left for him here, not even Alexander, the only person who'd ever really taken him in, was alive. His reflection was cast in the mirror on the bathroom wall, and he touched his hair. The streak of white was larger now. His old self was coming back now that his happiness had been sucked away.
When he left her room, clothes in hand, he couldn't help but think Dawn had lied about other things as well. Was Adrian her first lover? He doubted it, she had said hersleff she had slept with a man once before...but even then she could be lying. Her brother had called her a whore...was she hiding a past from Adrian.
Maybe she didn't even love Donald...maybe she loved Edward...or the werewolf...or perhaps she secretly hated all of them, and was only trying to get them to sleep with her so she could crush their lives soon after.
For the third time in the past hour, he felt the cold streak of a tear flow down his cheek, but he refused to cry anymore.
Posted on 2009-05-03 at 03:53:52.
Edited on 2009-05-03 at 03:56:37 by Babaloo
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Bah!
The food tasted dry in his mouth, the drink wasn't satisfying. He was just about to leave the dining hall, appetite unfulfilled, when he heard the thought. It was so stong.
'I wish I'd never met any of you.'
It hurt him, but he understood. She was so confused. He didn't want this for his Dawn. Was he better off leaving? Probabaly....
Posted on 2009-05-03 at 03:38:25.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Oh No...
She was having second thoughts...he knew it. He would have followed her, but he refused to do that. He refused to listen in on her thoughts too. He knew where she was going...but not what she was doing with him.
If she wanted him, then he deserved her. He wasn't even sure he deserved her himself. Donald would be better for her.
He walked away, somewhat angry, but mostly depressed. It was for the best. His happiness was gone...she had lied to him...
He was hungry, and the dining hall was open.
Posted on 2009-05-03 at 03:22:07.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Crap...crap...crap
He fell over on top of her, and they were on the ground, rolling against the pillar, kissing, once more, like time had no meaning. He couldn't stop anything. He didn't want to...but in a hallway...come on...he wanted this...to get back at Jacobi. He hoped he was still in her mind...feeling this right now, being tortured by it yet again.
His hand ran across her back again. Once more...under her clothing.
He stopped.
'No', he thought to himself, 'last time...it ended too badly.'
He pushed himself away from Dawn and stood up, brushing some dirt from his pants and sitting down on a bench. She looked dissapointed.
He didn't want her to get the wrong impression. He didn't love her just for that. It wasn't all about that. No...it was more what was on the inside that mattered. They had just been so blind...he was sure she ever meant to sleep with him in the first place. He didn't want to do it again for some time...he refused to let Dawn think that was all he cared about.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Her lip gloss shone on his skin. He thought back to when he first saw her, through the eyes of a tortured child. Was she this beautiful then? It had seemed so, but he had misunderstood her...he thought she meant him harm, but all along she was trying to help.
He touched his finger against the back of hand, swirling some of the the gloss around on his forefinger and touching it back to his lips. It tasted like cherry. He liked cherry.
Thats when he realized he was hungry again. He needed to eat, and stale bread wouldn't cut it anymore. But he didn't want to leave Dawn alone. Perhaps she would come with him.
Then he thought about Donald. Donald loved Dawn too, and Adrian was sure there was part of Dawn that found him attractive. Adrian owed Donald, something...anything. He had saved Adrians life. The only thing he had now was a guitar Donald gave him, and Dawn. The guitar wouldn't do, but Adrian couldn't let go of Dawn.
But he didn't want Donald to hate him...to despise him for what he'd done. He was afraid it was already to late for that. He would have apoligized, but he figured it wouldn't do any good at all. It would only hurt Donalds pride to act like he didn't hate Adrian now.
Then he felt something in Dawn. I lingering thought. His memories were connected to it. She wanted Adrian to forget...but there was something else. Black mail?
His heart throbbed...would she? He felt betrayed for a split second...but then forgot about it. She couldn't do that...they were in love? Right?
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 07:19:42.
Edited on 2009-05-02 at 22:22:26 by Babaloo
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Awww Crap
He felt it again. The rush of heat...she kissed him,and he felt as if she was sucking the air right out of him.
He wanted to do something, but in a public hallway. Two students had already walked passed and taken great care in noticing how they'd kissed.
He couldn't resist the urge...so he hoped she could.
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 07:13:36.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Yay!
He couldn't let go of her. He was stuck on her. He felt his hand rubbing her shoulder again, under her shirt once more. He quickly pulled it out. No...not again...
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 07:06:20.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Knew it
He knew this would happen. He grabbed her in his arms, pressing her against him. He never wanted to let go. Her hair smelt like roses, her skin like sweet perfume...the memories were gone again, and he hoped he'd never have to re-live them.
"No...my life...was my mistake...I caused all of that..."
He shook his head. He knew it wasn't true, but he had to stop Dawn from crying. Then he thought...he'd killed some 150,000 innocent people...he felt sick. They never even saw it coming. He was revolted at himself. He would never kill again...he couldn' do it. Dawn held him...as if the memories didn't bother her in that way...she was still fine with him, even after he'd murdered thousands of people...infants, the elderly, animals...nothing was left...
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 06:58:06.
Edited on 2009-05-02 at 07:01:36 by Babaloo
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Oh God...
He choked up...that was it...the question.
"no", he replied.
She looked heartbroken.
"But I can show you..." the first memory flooded into her head.
It was Daddy beating Mommy. He didn't know why, but Daddy's breath smelt funny. Little Addy was crying...he didn;t like seeing mommy get hurt. He got scared. Daddy's pants leg caught fire. He turned on Adrian.
"You little jackass", he said. Adrian didn't know what that meant, but Daddy looked anrgy. Mommy jumped in the way and Daddy hit her more...yelling horrible names at her...names a woman should never be called.
The memory changed. It was the park...Maurice...the wereolf man...Adrians anger...the crater. some 50,000 people dead...all his fault. He felt Dawns mind almost collapse, but she held on as the next memory faded into veiw. He was tied up...the arms...the men in the white suits, and man in the green suit. They were prodding him with electrical pokers and submerging him in water until he almost drowned. Then they took him out...then they start cutting. There was no medacine...no pain reliever. He felt the hot knife on his back, on his side, in his front...the steel cutting into his tendons. It hurt so much.
The memory changed. He was bigger, covered in dried blood. Now they simply tested him for the fun of it. They enjoyed torturing him. The pain it caused him...the screams he made...it was like their high...they loved it. They beat him with their guns, even shot him sometimes.
Fast forward. They forgot to sedate him. He grew angry. Another crater...he was alone...another 100,000 reaserchers dead...gone in a flash.
Fast forward. The Master...Alexander...his first punishment for insubordinance...his hair was white now...he was only eleven. The master cut him, burned him, hit him...he cried and screamed but the Master wouldn't stop. He was to be obeyed. Obedience brought hapiness.
Fast forward. Master gave Adrian the school to control. He burned the Air wing...the church...met Dawn...the master died...he fell in love...made love...and felt his anger returning to him in defense for that love.
The meories stopped, and Adrian gasped in pain. Every spot where he had ever been hurt had flahsed in pain for a few seconds...
It was over. He waited for Dawn to reply.
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 06:47:24.
Edited on 2009-05-02 at 06:51:16 by Babaloo
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Ha!
He almost laughed, and she felt the shudder inside him. That didn't make her strong. It made her brother and father sick people...
He thought back on his childhood, and stopped crying...he realized he should be crying about his own life, a lif eDawn knew nothing about...and he wanted to forget. He figured he should tell her, but then what would happen...would she hate him? Cry...he didn't want to see her cry...it hurt him.
He would only talk if she asked....but even then he knew she wouldn;t be able to handle it. He was suprised all the scars he's accumulated over the years...had faded away...
He dropped his head, no longer crying. He just wanted her to hold him, to be with him. He didn;t mind Edward there at all.
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 06:30:34.
Edited on 2009-05-02 at 06:32:57 by Babaloo
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: ...
He hadn't wanted to hear that. Now he wanted to punch her father. How could he let him do that to his child...
He didn't want to meet her father any more...the idea sickened him. His stomach turned and he held back bile. He only ended up crying more. Was he supposed to feel this hurt...this terrified? Was it naturall to act like this for someone you loved?
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 06:22:51.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: ...
He hardly noticed Edward. Edward porbabaly knew what they had done too...great, more people.
He kept crying softly.
"No...it matters to me...how could your father just let that happen to you?". He felt he had overstepped his bounds with that question.
"I'm...sorry..."
He just wanted to go back. Go back when it was just Dawn and Adrian in her bed...re live that moment...that two or so hours, for eternity. Everything else about love hurt so much.
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 06:15:02.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Damnit
He was crying, and he wasn't afraid to let her know it. He sank his face into her chest and sobbed.
"Why didn't you tell me he did that to you..." his speech was broken by intermittant sobs.
He felt disgusting. He couldn't believe he'd said that to Jacobi...had Dawn heard it...he hoped not. He wasn't lying when he said it, but it felt wrong now. The entire thing felt wrong. Why would he have showed him that. He wanted to hit himself...and Jacobi.
"God Damnit...", he punched the wall next to him.
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 06:06:14.
Edited on 2009-05-02 at 06:09:19 by Babaloo
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Damn you
"You diry fu**ing son of a bitch..."
He lunged at Jacobi, tackling him to the ground. The wall caught fire. He was losing control, his unstable side was coming out. He could kill Jacobi easily if he wanted to, like breaking a toothpick. His fire bruned hotter, so hot that he absorbed the fire around Jacobi. His fist landed right next to Jacobi's face, pucnhing a massive hole in the stone floor.
"People like you make me sick." He spat on Jacobi's face. The spit sizzled from the heat.
Getting up, his fire subsided and he turned away, grabbing Dawn over the shoulder with his left arm and hanging there...he had almost killed again...but he had hurt her...so much. Filthy bastard didn't deserve to live.
In his mind he said to Jacobi 'I hope you like knowing how your sister feels now...because I will never ever let you live that down. She's her own woman...and she can do anything she wants...with any man she wants. And hell, I'd do it with her right now if she'd let me...'
With that he fell silent and strode down the hall a ways before stopping and staring down the length of the rest of the hall.
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 05:58:19.
Edited on 2009-05-02 at 06:03:43 by Babaloo
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Argh...
"Damn right, she's been with me...hell, you know how good it was to...or would you like me to refresh your memory?"
He lit up as well...the flames were blue...almost white. He was so angry at Jacobi...he could kill him. No one called his Dawn a whore and got away with it.
"You dirty son of a bitch...I can see why she hates you so much."
In a sick joke, he flooded more of his memories into Jacobies mind. Dawns lips, her back, her soft skin, inside her...all of it.
Jacobi staggered....
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 05:46:22.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Awww
Just before Dawn uttered "Stop", he managed to spurt out, "According your sister I was pretty good..."
He laughed inside. He saw Jacobi burning up. He shouldn't have said that. He probabaly hurt Dawns feeling talking about her like that. But he couldn't help it. It was all he could think about...and he had to start talking...and he had to start talking dirty...
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 05:39:10.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Whoa
Adrian had to step in.
"Look...if you've got problem leave her alone. I was the one who slept with her."
He almost added, 'and damn was she good'.
Jacobi turned his attention on Adrian, apparently remembering he was there.
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 05:31:15.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Lawl
He almost laughed. He began to wonder if Jacobi had forgot about him.
Thats when he got the idea to flood Jacobis mind with more vivid images and memories of his few hours with Dawn. He refused to do that, but he laughed at the idea. He could actually make him feel his own sister...from Adrian point of veiw...feel everything. It would drive Jacobi insane...he'd proabably kill him. He decided against it...perhaps he'd get another chance with Dawn, and it would be better that time...then maybe...
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 05:22:45.
Edited on 2009-05-02 at 05:27:51 by Babaloo
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