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Post by elliot on Jul 7, 2011 15:51:23 GMT -5
elliot didn’t really like himself, not right now. he hadn’t really felt too comfortable in his own skin for quite a while and certainly hadn’t felt far too comfortable in his own head. it was like his skin was itching and stretched too thin over his bones and even as he rolled his shoulders and flexed his fingers, it didn’t ease the uncomfortable notion that he really didn’t feel like himself. it might have had something to do with the fact that he never really felt properly complete when he was on his own, and especially not when he was apart from kylie as he had been for the past few days. he hadn’t really been keeping count but there wasn’t much else to do when he wasn’t with her. she was his best friend and sometimes he saw her as his other half and the one person who could read him thought for thought even when he wasn’t speaking, and the one person he just needed to grab onto and hold forever just to make sure she wasn’t going to leave. right now though, he wasn’t sure if that was the best plan of action, he wasn’t sure if there was a good plan of action and he was really scared. he didn’t like not knowing what to do or where to go or who to turn to and he felt so completely and utterly helpless and lost as he scuffed his feet slightly against the pavement in the dead of the night. it hadn’t been too long since he’d been turned, a short enough time period that he still jolted slightly whenever he felt the sharp ends of his teeth with his tongue or heard the rhythmic beat of someone else’ pulse echoing through his head. he didn’t like it, not really, because he’d always figured vampires were just some weird myth with undoubtedly cool powers but it hadn’t quite turned out that way, and he was pretty scared of himself and of everyone else. so he’d avoided kylie. it seemed like the simple thing to do, because then he’d never have to tell her about the fact that he’d turned into some monster from everyone’s nightmares and maybe she’d hate him less if he went out of her life completely rather than staying in it as some weird monster who couldn’t stop himself from being attracted to the way people’s blood thundered through their veins and pulsed through their neck.
but it was hard. hard not being around kylie, hard not seeing her or her smile or making her laugh, or feeling the uncontainable smile from growing across his face just being in her company. it was hard not being able to talk to her, or just sit and listen to her talk, and he missed her so much it was like a physical ache. sometimes he wasn’t sure what to d when she wasn’t around. maybe that was why he couldn’t decide what to do and was instead walking around the streets in the dead of night, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket and hood up to shield his face from the sharp wind. he wasn’t sure what he was doing, all he knew was that the back of his throat and his lungs were burning and his head felt foggy and he couldn’t spend another night staring desperately around at the off white walls of his apartment as if the answers to all of his problems were hidden behind the peeling paint. so he’d walked out of the apartment, leaving the door half closed, and had just started walking. in the back of his mind, he knew the inevitable outcome of this walk, he knew in the end he’d stumble across some poor faceless person who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and he wouldn’t be able to control himself against the hunger ripping at his chest. he thinks he could learn to hate himself if life carried on like it was now. he just felt so odd all the time and just constantly seemed to be catching himself off guard. and every time he tried to act normal for a day in an effort to try and be around kylie once again without letting his secret slip, he always messed up somehow, and he ended up like he was now, trudging along the shadowed streets with hollow hunger in his stomach and the feeling he was about to do something very wrong.
in the end, not so long after this fleeting thought had entered his head, his prediction turned out to be true. his head was ringing and he could almost taste the bitter sting of disgust in the inside of his mouth, even as the girl slumped against the wall of the alleyway, her head lolling, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheek as his fangs dug into the side of her neck, and blood trickled down into her collarbone and down his chin and he hated this, he hated it so much but he couldn’t stop himself. the more she bled, the more his lungs constricted and the more he felt the physical need to just keep drinking, despite the back of his mind telling him he was horrible and a stain on society and this wasn’t good at all. he only managed to pull himself away when he heard footsteps echoing and clattering against the cold pavement, and he wiped at his chin and tried to stop his vision blurring slightly as he realised exactly what he’d done. he felt like shit and he wasn’t entirely sure whether the girl was moving or not but somehow that didn’t seem to be his primary concern at the moment. he was still far too thirsty to even focus but he could have sworn he had heard someone coming and that was what was plaguing his mind more than his self loathing. he was still too scared to turn around and see whose footsteps had finally fallen silent but he could feel a heavy gaze on his back and it was killing him.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] rini/kylie CC: - 1024 words – well i like the first two paragraphs i guess HAHA SPEECH IS OVERRATED[/size][/center]
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Post by kylie on Jul 14, 2011 15:15:52 GMT -5
Kylie missed Elliot. There was no going around the fact that she missed her best friend. It had been almost a week since she'd last seen him, and that was six days too many in her mind. The thing was, it wasn't a simple case of he'd been too busy to hang out with her or anything. She felt he genuinely didn't want to be around her any more, which sort of hurt in such a way that she wasn't used to. She was used to him being there around her almost twenty four seven, from the time they woke up and texted each other to make plans to do something for the day, to the nights where they'd lay on the floor watching movies or playing video games or pigging out on the food that hadn't gone bad in her fridge. Things were different, and had taken such a turn at a random moment in time that she was truly upset about what exactly was going on. She wasn't sure to think of why he wouldn't want to hang out with her. There were plenty of reasons; he was bored of her, found better people to hang out with, or something serious that he just wouldn't tell her about, like he was sick or something. She'd thought of all of the different reasons for which he would ignore her, and they all seemed as unlikely as the next, because she knew Elliot so well, she thought. She could read him like an open book so easily and there had never been any trouble with that, no mixed messages blurred in the lines of their friendship. She'd called him and texted him a couple of times in the days that he hadn't seen her, and she was starting to think it would be lucky to even hear him pick up when she called, or receive a text from him even if it was just telling her to leave him alone or something like that.
Doing things around town wasn't the same, really. It wasn't the same going to the mall or the movies or the bowling alley without him by her side. Most people knew that when you saw one of them, you saw the other almost right away. She'd had people come up to her asking where Elliot was. She wasn't the only one that'd noticed that something was off with the fact that she was hanging out on her own more and more. She knew that maybe she should've done what anyone would have done; moved on, realized that maybe he just didn't want to hang out. She should have found other people to hang out with, other friends that she knew she had. But she couldn't really bring herself to do that. Maybe it was just one of the wallowing in self pity things that happened when your best friend sort of drops off the face of the planet and ignores you for days on end. She hadn't seen him around either; she'd spent an unusual amount of time outside of her apartment exploring town and finding things to do that didn't require someone to come with her, and after all this time she still hadn't seen sight of Elliot. It was almost safe to say she'd given up on going out into town solely for the purpose of hopefully catching a glimpse of him somewhere. It was almost pathetic how it seemed like her daily routine, even now with Elliot avoiding her, it seemed like everything she was doing was revolved around him.
They'd been best friends for over a year now; to most people that wasn't necessarily a long time to be best friends or anything, or to know someone the way that Kylie and Elliot knew each other. They were those best friends that were so cliché that they finished each other's sentences and knew each other's favorite foods and movies and would have sleepovers together on the floor playing video games and watching whatever was on television that late into the night. There was honestly no point in her even dwelling on what exactly it was that had made Elliot and her be best friends, but as she left the store with her dinner swinging in her hand, he was literally all she could think about. Was that even normal for best friends? She wasn't even sure but she wasn't exactly going to change it. Apparently she liked wallowing in self pity and wondering what exactly made Elliot avoid her like the plague. She just needed to take her mind off of this, she knew it. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she did the one absent minded thing that most people did when they wanted to look as if they were doing something worthwhile on their phone; scrolling through her contacts. But that only lasted for maybe about half of a minute before she scrolled down to Elliot's name. Biting her lip in agitation, she shoved it back into her pocket before she made her way down the street, walking past the closing shops and empty alleys. Glancing up out of sheer curiosity, she caught movement in the corner of her eye in the dark alley behind a local coffee shop.
Stopping in her tracks, she blinked a couple of times so that her eyes would adjust to the darkness. She made out two people, one standing, one leaned against the wall in an uncomfortable looking way, and for a second she almost turned and walked off because it looked like something that she didn't want to witness. But it was off because it wasn't as normal and, well, for lack of a better word, innocent sounding as two people in love who were hooking up in a dark alley. It didn't seem like any sort of romantic as she stared down into the alley. Taking a small step forward, she tilted her head as she looked at the person who's back was to her, and it took her a minute to realize why the silhouette was actually rather familiar to her. “Elliot.... Elliot is that you?” She wasn't exactly sure what was the point in her asking, because she was almost ninety nine percent sure that this was Elliot. She'd seen him around for so long that she could pick him out so easily anywhere. “What.... what are you...” Glancing down towards the girl in front of him, her face hardened slightly as she looked back up at Elliot slowly. “What did you do...”
charzie/elliot c: - 1097 words – god this sucks so bad oh my god i'm sorry lols :c
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