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Post by Eve Regan on May 25, 2008 16:38:30 GMT -5
Eve had to wonder if she'd ever get used to this sort of an existance, she wasn't on the run as such, but it sure felt like it, rather than running from danger she seemed to have landed in a pile of it, life threw all sorts at you, and she'd just have to like it and lump. Of course that wouldn't stop her grumbling at it every so often, she had a right to.
Biting her lip she looked at Silas sadly, "don't kill anyone to protect me, please don't. I don't want a single death on my concience." She implored but knew it was likely in vain, staring into those remorseless eyes she knew then that he would do whatever it took to keep her safe out of harms way, if that included killing she was beginning to wonder if he'd bat an eyelid at it. What would Sean say if she told him she believed she had gotten onto this ship with a killer? She couldn't help but laugh at what his expression would be on receiving such a text, but she couldn't contact him, she knew that already, even though she hated it, all ties likely had to be cut, but she'd see about that. She wasn't just going to give up on their relationship, unless Sean had already, she wanted to give it a try, I mean a long distance relationship couldn't be that hard could it? But then she'd be endangering him probably, just being loosely connected was likely enough, she knew she'd been quite paranoid for months now, ever sicne the dreams had taken over her life, she'd seen so much, and no it was pervading into her real life, she'd actually seen what was going to happen before it had, how crazy was that? Marvelling at the insanity of it all she knew she'd be chucked in the looney bin if she'd voiced these sorts of concerns to a shrink, but Silas was different, he somehow understood and made out as if she was meant for something bigger, she was even beginning to believe him.
As she managed to unearth his lighter side Eve felt like she was making some sort of progress, maybe things wouldn't be so dark and dreary afterall, he even had a bit of a sense of humour, for an old guy that was. "It's strange that you don't like being touched by others, you'll have to get used to it around me though, you never know I may even give you a hug one day." She laughed knowing the idea would likely repulse him, it repulsed most guys and he was unlike any other guy anyway, far more cantankerous than anyone she'd ever met. But somehow she found herself warming towards him, through these new experiences, seeing him fight for her, and the simple fact that he held answers to her riddles.
Eve nodded grimly as Silas spoke of violence being utterly unavoidable, she'd still try hoping it didn't happen though, "I'll leave the fighting side to you I think, I haven't the stomach for anything nasty, it wasn't the world's worst slap though was it?" She asked jokingly knowing she'd struck him pretty hard, all the pent up frustration over the last few months had been redirected to that blow, even though it had barely moved him, she could use him as a punchbag and he'd hardly feel it she guessed; it was crazy.
"I'm not engaged to Sean you know," she countered picking up upon the Mrs with a grin, "you'll be putting ideas into my head, you never know I might find another guy wherever it is we're going," she was trying to put on a brave face, only her eyes betrayed the truth that she very much doubted it, Sean had been brilliant and she was missing him already. "Better to be happy though," she stated with considerable conviction in her voice as she convinced herself of it.
Puzzling over his comment about names she knew he was giving her a subtle hint then, so replied, "you can tell the mark of a man by his name by Dad says, I don't know whether I believe him much though, to be honest." Her Irish lilt became more prominet when she spoke of her family and her eyes instantly glazed over as she thought of them, sorely missing them already, looking to see the now very distant, retreating shoreline.
As he actually relented to being checked over Eve nearly asked him to repeat it for confirmation, but thought he'd probably take it back if she was sarky as she'd put it. Nearly clapping her hands together in glee she dropped the thought of checking her belongings and span upon her heel to kneel beside him, giving Sam enough room to easily check him over. Whistling as his coat was removed, she winced, looking away as she felt slightly nauseated from the look of the ugly, and deep wound. "Nice," she whispered sarcastically. With deep reverance she gingerly took hold of chain with the three rings about it wrapping it several times about her thin wrist, it was now safe and secure. She could only guess at how much they meant to him, from seeing the deep look of sadness in his eyes, and the way his eyes were still rivetted upon them. Gulping she looked suitably unhappy, mouthing the word 'sorry'. With the pendant passed along to her as well she bit her lip as she wondered where best to keep it safe, for it could be easily damaged, especially if clutched in her hands, making the decision she flicked back her hair, holding it away from her neck with as she clasped the fine silver chain about her neck, shaking her hair it fell about her as she slipped the beautiful, finely crafted pendant down her fairly low cut green top and shivered on finding it cold against her chest, where it lay safe. "It's beautiful," she murmured dying to know why he had it, it was definitely not for a fine lady, not a bloke who would just break the precious stone in clumsy hands, she wanted to know but knew better than to ask him, she received few enough answers as it was and he so wouldn't want her prying into his past. Biting her lip she began to feel uncomfortable with his constant, unwavering gaze towards where the pendant lay, sure she liked guys staring at her breasts sometimes, but not at a time like this, and not by ancient guys either. In fact his penetrating gaze was frightening her more than his sheer force throwing the other man earlier, this pendant meant the world to him and she was wearing it, good move Eve, he's gonna bite your head off any second now. She silently berated herself, "uhm I'll go, uhm check my things now." She excused herself darting away still feeling those dark eyes boring into her. Man he could freak her out.
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Post by Silas Driscoll on May 25, 2008 18:12:18 GMT -5
It was unlikely she would get used to it, Silas wasnt used to it yet and he had been in it for over three tousand years. Once you enter this life you are always on the run, but your always fighting too and eventually it becomes a fight for survival, only the strongest, bravest and smartest would surive, and Silas intended on being one of them, he intended on making sure Eve was too.
He looked up at Eve as she spoke, he didnt answer but he gave her a look as if to say 'I'll do what I have to.' Silas did what he had to do to ensure none of the people he had to protect were hurt. He looked after his family and now he was to look after Eve, he didnt like killing the Malkavians but sometimes he had too. The Lycans of course were a different matter, he had personal issues with them and it wasnt just the fact they were at war. He had killed so many in his time it didnt bother him anymore and no, he didnt bat an eyelid. It had changed him he wouldnt lie. He had become a different person entirely and taking someone elses life for the first time was never an easy thing to do but Silas himself had been thrown into it and he had to accept this fate and kill or be killed back when he was thrown with the many men who went into the Army. He of course came out on top and was soon an Army General. He had to give up a lot to go into the Army, and he wouldnt lie and say everything turned out alright because usually it didnt. This wasnt a fairytale and the bad guys did win a lot of the time.
She was a part of something bigger, even if right now, she was only making him smile. Soon enough she would be one of the people who decided who lived and who died. She may even be the person who sends Silas to his death, she may be the reason Silas dies. He'll never know if she'll be the reason he lives or if he dies. All these kinds of thoughts were going through Silas' mind. She would either make the Vampires, or break them. And somehow, his outlook wasnt very bright even though she was here with him now, Silas doubted that she would want to help Vampires survive. Which just meant even more so, their fate was beginning to look bleaker by the day and many of them had lost any form of hope they had once held, Silas himself was beginning to give up on hope. He looked at her with a small smile and shook his head sadly, his hair began to unstick and blow around in the wind. It only stayed slick for a short time. His blue eyes drifted back to the ocean, "I would prefer it if you never did hug me." Afterall, the last person to hug him was his daughter. He never wanted anyone to embrace him like that again.
"No," He laughed, his hand gliding to his cheek, "It was not, I commend you." Though taking on a more serious tone he said, "But it would be a good idea for you to learn how to defend yourself just in case" He would of course do the main butt of the fighting but he would feel a lot better if she knew at least some form of martial arts so if Silas did have his hands full, he knew she would be able to land a kick or two in. Even if she didnt kill anyone. Which he knew she wouldnt.
Silas seriously frowned upon that statement, more to the word engaged than anything else. He had asked his wife to marry him on the day he went away to war, he didnt want to leave without asking her. Though he had come back and he had married her and everything in Silas' life was complete was perfect. Nothin could have made him happier, and yet then he had a child. A baby girl, his daughter and his life. "Happiness is not everything and is easily ripped from you." His tone was cold and his heart glazed over.
"What does my name tell you about me then Eve?" He asked, his blue eyes rounding on her as he was curious. You could tell she was Irish that was for sure, which would make a funny contrast to Antonia's welsh. Battle of the Accents. This made him smile ever so slightly.
Eve sat next to him, Sam infront of him, and Tommy on the other side shining a torch on him he suddenly felt a little crowded. Squirming a little as Sam pressed his fingers on the wound and he heard Eve's sarcy comment. "It is not the worse I've ever had believe me" He gave a throaty laugh followed by a cough that sounded much like a dying mans, except he wasnt dying, however Sam must have thought so as he began to try to work on him quicker. Though when Sam handed over his belongings to Eve, he watched her carefully but did not say anything. These were his two prized possesions, and he knew if he allowed her to hold something, even if it was for a short while, so dear to him, she'd know he trusted her and would hopefully trust her back. He shook his head and replied, "Its...alright" He was growing a little tired now more than anything as he had not slept properly in a while, when she slipped the chain on, in the exact same way and fashion as his daughter once did, his heart gave a jolt as the pendant carried it off, she looked exactly like his daughter with that pendant on it. Looking away for a moment, but he couldnt keep his eyes off it, though as she stood up, Silas said rather hasily, "I warn you Chanterell! Do not lose that necklace!" He had not realised he called her Chanterell as he passed into a sleep due to lack of blood and tiredness.
He awoke a day and a half later, around nine in the evening as he sat up in the bed. His chest bare apart from the blood soaked bandages, Sam came in to check on him and smiled, "Ah you're up, we were beginning to wonder." He came over to Silas and unwrapped his bandages to redo them and clear the wound again. "Silas?" His tone was curious "Hmm?" "Who's Chanterell?" "What?" Silas asked, his head shooting up, "How do you know that name?" "Was it a secret?" Sam asked though saw Silas' face, "I'm sorry! You called Eve, Chanterell that is why. Who is she?" "She's nobody." Silas answered, "Where is Eve?" "Around somewhere," He smiled, "Shes been by your bed everyday, girl needs a break" "Is she-?" "Shes fine..." The two remained silent while Sam treated the wounds. How could he have called Eve, Chanterell.. What was he thinking?
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Post by Eve Regan on May 25, 2008 20:18:06 GMT -5
As she turned to leave shivering, not from the cold, but the unwavering gaze upon her back she began to walk away to go find her bags and check everything was still where it should be when Silas called out, it took her a moment to realise he could only mean her as there was no other girl aboard ship that she knew. Brow furrowing she grasped the necklace instinctively, stroking it with her fingers as she turned about to demand who on earth he thought she was, just in time to see him topple upon the deck, Sam not quite quick enough to stop his head from hitting the hard surface. Gasping at the dull thud Eve ran across at once, "is he gonna be ok?" She demanded, "we need to get a doctor to see him quick, a proper doctor," she added on seeing his look. "I'll have to agree with you there, Tommy help me lift him, we'll get him as comfortable as we can below." As the two men heaved him up Eve gathered together all the medical supplies and walked briskly alongside, her worry plain for all to see; without Silas, she really was with complete strangers, a boat full of men; not a very pleasant thought at all, especially men who'd potentially been at sea for a long time. Gulping she fingered the pendant as she trotted behind the two sailors who lugged the prone Silas down the steep stairwell into the Captain's own cabin, only the best for an old friend. Lowering Silas onto the bed Sam muttered, "well those covers will be bloody and useless after this." Eve rolled her eyes standing by the bedside and squeezing Silas' hand gently, more so for her own comfort than his. Propping up his pillows Eve set to making him as comfortable as she could, given the cramped conditions. "What can we do to help him?" She asked worriedly her eyes never leaving the unconcious man, "Nothing much, just get to the Isle of Man as quick as we can...I'm sure I can squeeze her to go a bit faster," and with that he left abruptly feeling sorry for his friend but unable to particularly help him. "Can you..." she'd been about to ask if he'd bring down her belongings but he'd all departed as quick as a flash, sighing heavily she set down the medical kit at the foot of the bed. She'd done plenty of first aid training sessions back at university, even receiving professional awards for them, and it looked like they were about to come in handy, trying to recall everything she'd been instructed Eve decided to first check the wound; thoroughly. Standing over Silas she peered over, knowing looking wouldn't be enough she ran over to the sink, washing her hands carefully with hot soapy water trying to delay the inevitable, taking deep breaths she returned to the bedside with a basin of water, probably used for what little washing up the captain did, looking down at the ugly wound she uttered the first words that popped into her head, "that's so disgusting," she would have liked to not look, but thought she'd better do or else she'd end up plucking something out that she shouldn't. Gingerly placing her fingers in the relatively deep slash that ran down his left side she bent down to take a good proper look, grabbing from gauze after a brief rifling through the medical kit she soaked it then dabbed it gingerly upon the wound, whispering apologetically, "this is gunna hurt," gritting her teeth she let up soak up the majority of the blood but placed little pressure for fear of pushing anything lodged in the wound further in. Kneeling now beside the bed she grabbed some rubber gloves, sliding her hands in saying, "I dunno why I'm talking aloud," as she began fiddling inside his wound, having seen a dull shine of metal, "you can't even reply," grasping the offending object she winced and yanked, hard, it came free and she found a jagged piece of thin, but sharp metal that had nearly cut her too. "Maybe it takes my mind off of what I'm doing." She said shaking her head and placing the piece of metal on the small cabinet by his bedside. Going back into the wound she could find nothing else, though she was afraid there would be more grime from the dumpster, now chewing her lip she had a brainwave, looking in the bedside she found what she needed, and laughed, unscrewing the top off of a bottle of strong, russian vodka she dripped a little on too sterilise the wound, then took a shot for dutch courage herself. "God that is strong stuff," she muttered replacing the bottle quickly before an angry ship's captain found what she'd been forced to use. First aid training hadn't quite gotten onto stitching so she passed that off as a bad idea, deciding to simply bandage the wound and let the actual professionals take over when they arrived at the isle of Man. Simply bandaging proved much harder than she'd originally anticipated, having thoroughly cleaned the wound she placed more gauze atop of it, then encircled the bandages around his middle, getting them around proved tricky, she wasn't the strongest girl about and Silas was a dead weight, but somehow she managed, with difficulty but she did she manage. Wrapping the bandage tightly she tucked it in as she'd been taught.
Heaving a sigh of relief, for what she really hoped was a job well done she seized the blankets about to throw them over him for warmth when she noticed his rather feverish brow, dropping them she placed a cool hand upon his hot forehead, rushing to the sink she rinsed the solitary flannel in cold, bordering freezing water then returned placing it upon his forehead in an effort to feel like she was doing something. Running her tongue over her lips she tried to think up something more that she could possibly do help; nothing came to mind. So drawing up a chair she set it by the bedside and plonked herself down, sitting cross legged and looking over at Silas, worry still etched into her face.
Hearing footsteps behind her she turned, to see the captain who'd clearly been busy getting the ship to strain itself to move a little quicker, for the speed seemed to have picked up, not much but it might make the difference between Silas living or dying, so it was well worth it. "Oh you've cleaned the wound," he exlaimed in shock, which Eve took to him thinking her only a pretty face. "Yeh I've done a load of first aid courses, and if I'd have just left it up to you men he'd be dead by now," she laughed to show she meant it jokingly. Shaking his head ruefully he checked the tightness of the bandages, "so you're not just a pretty face then." She'd been right all along, typical men thinking with something other than their brain. "No, and don't worry I'll do the job of nursing too," he looked relieved, "just get us there quickly." Laughing he responded, "that I can do. Usually it'd take just under three hours, we're going to make it in about two, there'll be plenty of doctors in Douglas, we just need to find one who'll be about at the crack of dawn." Seeing her look of worry he hastily added, "it shouldn't be a problem though. I know the city of Douglas well." Staying silent for a few moments it soon grew uneasy between them so the captain quickly came up with some excuse to go on deck.
Left alone Eve sat out the next two hours acting the nurse, something she wasn't exactly accustomed too, she'd nursed one of her brothers through a bout of a bad flu but little more. It gave her time to reflect upon things, everything for she had much to relect upon so she used the time wisely.
They got into port about half two in the morning early for any doctor to be about, other than those at A&E but Sam had his sources so sent out a number of his crew to go grab a doctor to make a ship call, the hapless man chosen was quite used to being woken at ungodly hours, a private practitioner who would see anyone and everyone. Rushing aboard he shooed everyone out of the cabin, including Eve who had protested rather loudly until carried from the cabin by Tommy, who did a fireman's lift and took her to get her belongings. Feeling rather disgruntled especially regarding the undignified way she'd been 'escorted' out she nonetheless knew it was better she leave the doctor to it, that didn't mean she had to like it. Staring off to sea she noticed one sailor stood at the gangplank, trying to look inconspicuous, but he was clearly a guard meant to stop her from abondoning ship as it were. Unhappy that Sam thought he had to take such precautions, when Silas was wounded she couldn't just leave him, even though now was the prime opportunity. Shoving such thoughts aside she had to wait miserably for nearly an hour while the doctor worked his magic, amazed at how quickly the man was healing but worried about infection he had drugged him up heavily, enquiring his name he received no reply and decided not to press the matter as he received a substantial pay packet and went on his way, after leaving strict instructions to Eve, whom he deduced the wisest, though youngest, to mount diligent care over him.
Thus she stayed with the unconcious Silas throughout the day, as the sun rose, and the crew busily unloaded cargo then brought aboard new cargo for in Liverpool, England their next destination. As their affairs upon the Isle of Man were completed throughout the long morning they set sail for Liverpool, the crossing was calm and they made quick time, arriving early afternoon. Once there they dispatched their goods for sale in the local markets and Sam gave his crew the night off, with an unscheduled night in port the crew were jubulant, one becoming too happy and giving Eve a hearty slap on the ass, for which he promptly received his just deserts, a stinging slap that did send the man reeling, luckily a couple of his fellows seized him and steered him off of the ship before his family jewels were set ablaze by the sharp kick in the crotch that Eve would have given him.
The afternoon finished, she had a sparse tea with the Captain who became more affable and friendly, but not too friendly, after a stiff drink, trying to forget their worries failed rather miserably though as the topic of conversation kept reverting back to what each knew about Silas, Eve found it somewhat comforting to know Sam actually knew little more, this suggested Silas was cold and withdrawn from everyone which made her feel good because she wasn't the only one, but made her wonder at what a miserable, lonely life he must lead if nobody truly knew him. Beginning to pity him, which was rather easy given his prone, injured form metres away from them they nonetheless chattered away about him, and Eve managed to wheedle out how he knew Silas, and quite a bit about what he knew of him, refilling his glass each time had served to loosen his tongue somewhat. But after their meal he'd left the ship, having to attend to some business in the city that wouldn't take long, though he wouldn't divulge what business she could guess what he meant. Shuddering at the thought she returned to her lonely guarding over Silas' still form, continually pressing the cold flannel to his head to somewhat relieve his fever, induced from an infection that the doctor had found was clearing up remarkably quickly at the time, he'd been amazed at it, for such an infection would usually bedridden a man for weeks. So now Eve knew he had some sort of miraculous healing properties too, this wasn't just luck of the Irish that was for sure. "You're a complete mystery you are," she muttered, shaking her head and wondering if she'd ever really learn much about him.
Her day had been long and trying, and the evening wore on slowly, especially as she was nervous being one of the few people aboard the ship still. Feeling pretty knackered she greeted Sam rather blearily as he returned at about seven o'clock from his meeting ashore. Saying he'd take over he eventually persuaded her to get some rest, declaring that Silas would likely be up soon and demanding they get underway on their journey, asked if he knew where they were heading she received the blunt answer of "no, and I wouldn't tell you even if I did know." It seemed like he'd sobered up a bit. Steering her from the cabin, Eve walked rather shakily towards the nearest hammock and jumped right into it, falling asleep within seconds due to her tiredness from the long time concentrating and the many sleepless nights she'd had over the past weeks.
Asleep she found no escape though as her dreams instantly began haunting her, as soon as her eyes closed. Shadows chasing her down streets with tall buildings occured again and again and she continually saw the faces of Silas and the man who'd tried to speak with her. Bombarded with flashing images that prevented her from the deep sleep she really required Eve tossed and turned in the hammock, moaning aloud, much to the worried look of the single sailor present who soon left to catch some shut eye someplace else.
Just after nine o'clock, seconds after Silas regained conciousness Eve awoke with a scream, falling from her hammock and landing upon the floor in a dazed and disorientated state. Taking a full minute to realise where she was, and convince herself she wasn't being tortured and the fangs weren't about to sink into her neck she staggered to her feet, yawning loudly and wiping her eyes as she'd received no proper sleep to rejuvenate her. Struggling to shake herself awake and regain a full awareness she stumbled from the room towards the Captain's cabin, looking rather like a blind drunk student, if only. Knocking she blinked on entering the room, widening her eyes to try and see if Silas were awake yet, Sam was in her way and stood at her approach. "Silas, you're awake," she muttered very sleepily, a hand going out onto the bedside cabinet to steady herself upon, and pricking upon the metal she'd removed from his wound, "I tukthis outta you," she muttered, slurring her words, as sleeplessness truly took it's toll, for she hadn't had a full nights sleep in months now. Not realising she herself was now bleeding from the scratch of the metal the offending object fell from her grasp upon Silas as she slowly toppled backwards, her energy completely gone, she was utterly spent...
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Post by Silas Driscoll on May 25, 2008 22:04:17 GMT -5
((Uh... I got carried away LOL and I could have carried on the words wouldnt stop coming!))
He had not had an injury this bad for near of four decades, that last one was when he was facing Demetrius and about eight other Lycans alone. He had near been ripped to shreds and if Alexandria and Ranvier hadnt come by to give him a hand, it would more than likely be Ranvier in this position he was now in, and not Silas. He had done all he could to prevent people from seeing the extent of the wound as he knew it would cause Sam to worry about him. Having saved his family more than once and Sam himself the two had struck up a decent friendship and Sam knew Silas better than most people. Silas would say Sam knew him better than Alexandria and Ranvier. Sam knew what he was, as did all of the people on the ship but Eve, many were afraid of Silas, even though they knew he would never hurt them and despite Sam's words about Silas' kindness, in his own way, and bravery, they still did not take on board the fact a Vampire could be a friendly creature. For Silas was friendly and never hurt Humans. He had never killed a single human in his entire life, none of them had. Most of them got their blood from abbotoirs, or if they did drink from a human, they only drank so much so it would not kill the human. Just leave them dazed and wondering where the small scar came from on a part of their body. A two point scar mind that looked like they had been bitten.
Sam himself had let Silas feed off him in the past, taking a little blood from his wrist, not enough to kill him or enough to send him remotley dizzy, just enough to keep Silas going. Sam was the only human Silas trusted, though he didnt trust him enough to tell him anything about his past, his family way back when but Sam knew pretty much the basics. He was a Vampire, he was 3894, he was born in Scotland, he joined the Army at 16 and was at war a few years later. Sam also knew he lived in Ireland once, but with who Silas would never say, before he returned to England and met Alexandria and Demetrius, Demetrius who he had not liked from the start and Demetrius who had nearly been the death of him more than once. Though that couldnt be helped really, Demetrius was far stronger than Silas. Though Silas was faster and smarter than the white fur ball.
He didnt quite know what was going on around him, he was unconcious but his Vampire Sense could keep intune with everything around him. He could hear them talking and knew he was being moved. Yet even so, it did not make sense as his mind was clouded. He felt something soft underneath him, yet his torso was still in pain. Though he knew it was, due to being unconcious, he could not feel it. Someone took his hand and squoze it, it was Eve. He didnt know how he knew but he did. He would have squeezed back to show her he was still here if he could, but though his mind was working, his body was not responding. I guess thats what being battered and bruised does to you. Silas wouldnt reccomend it as its not his favourite position to be in. He didnt like to admit it, even to himself but as the minutes passed, he felt his life draining from him. Silas was dying. There was something imbedding within him which was preventing him from healing, and preventing his blood from stop flowing. He knew he was becoming infected, he could feel it in his bloodsteam and the virus it was releasing, if the metal was not found, would be deadly to the Vampire. Though there was no way he could let them know this. He had made it this far, he could not die now! He needed to protect Eve, she was the only thing right now keeping the Vampire fighting. Her and Antonia. He had to remain alive for them. If they were not in his life, he would embrace death and welcome it. He could be with his family again, but he was needed here, so he had to hold on.
With every moment that passed, more energy drained. He couldnt keep up fighting this anymore, his body was shutting down and the faster he tried to heal against the virus, the more it pushed back at him. "Silas?" In his mind he arrived somewhere. Free of pain, free of torment and in a world completley new to him, but at the same time all too familiar. The park, back in Dublin in Ireland. It used to be where the Research Facility is, but they destroyed the park to build that. "Silas?" Silas turned around. It was exactly like it was thousands of years ago. The blossom trees throwing their petals on the ground, casting a pink sheet of silk over the grass. The ducks were quacking in the lake and the birds tweeting overhead. The sun blazed down upon him, for the first time in over three thousand years he could feel the warmth of the sun and felt happy. For once he felt completley happy, like the world didnt matter anymore, everything was alright now. He looked into the direction of the voice, a tear sprung to his eye and rolled down his cheek. Unaware that his body which was lay in the cabin shed that same tear. He looked upon his wife Carell. Her long brown curly hair falling in one sleek wave over her shoulders, some of it tied up in knots at the top of her head, a tiara places infront of them. Her dress clinging tightly to her around her chest and her waist, yet bollowing out around her legs, the dress was white with gold trimming on the bottom. It was exactly what she wore on their wedding day. "Carell?" The woman smiled and nodded, she walked slowly over to him, her deep brown eyes settling into his dull green ones, he suddenly realised he was human in dream, was it a dream? If it was he did not want to wake up. "It is I, husband. I have missed you dearly." Another tear crept down Silas' face, "I have missed you too. How is Chan?" The woman gave a soft chuckle, "She is as well as can be expected under the circumstances, and she is proud of her father." Silas grunted, "I didnt protect her." Carell nodded, "I know, this is true. You were not there when we needed you. It took me a long time to get over it, but I have." Silas looked down. His wife brought her hand to her face and lifted his head, "But Chan doesnt, does she Carell? She does not forgive me?" Carell shook her head slowly, "No. She does not. But she will, In time. And she is proud at you helping this girl, Eve. Chan is happy you are protecting someone." Silas looked away and took his wife's hands in his. "How can I protect her though? She will be terrified if she knows the truth about who I am. Besides, If I am dead I can not protect her can I, and it is even saying she wants me around." "Oh she does" Chan smiled "You can protect her Silas, I believe in you, she may be terrified of you if she finds out the truth, which she will in time. Though if you prove yourself between now and then, she may not judge you too much. Or you could tell her before you reached the Manor. That choice lies with you and you only, Eve trusts you now, and she doesnt just want you around, Silas. She needs you. Look."
His wife motioned her hand and a scene unfolded before him. He was stood in the Captains cabin. He saw Eve standing over his lifeless body before running over to the sink, washing her hands and going back to him. He listened to her talk to him while she cleaned his wound, he knew she did not want to do it but she was doing it anyway. Why? "She cares about you Silas. The girl hasnt known you very long but you have gained her trust, as I hope she gains yours, and I know you care about this girl more than you are willing to tell her or let anybody else know, but I know you Silas Driscoll, and I know you look upon her like you once looked upon Chanterell" It was true, as he looked upon Eve now, he had a want to sit up in that bed and say he was fine, to stop worrying about him, but he couldnt. Right now he was lingering on the verge between life and death, and until he realised, he couldnt go back. He watched her as she carefully tended to his wound. "I can still hear you though Eve" he said to himself, knowing she wouldnt hear him. He gave a laugh when she said he couldnt reply. Her words were comforting to him, she was showing him she was willing to save his life, despite what he had done, and hadnt done. This he decided then and there, he respected her for. The metal came out and he felt a tug at him, his body was pulling him back in but he wasnt ready to leave this world yet. He took hold of his wifes hand as the two carried on watching Eve work her magic. Silas laughed when she took a drink from the Vodka and said to Carell, "Sam wont like her using his Vodka, I can tell you that for nothing." Carell laughed and looked at him. "Well I hope you would, I dont possibly know what I could give you right now anyway" The two watched as she bandaged him up, and Silas once more felt the tug of his spirit being pulled back to his body. "Time to go back sweetheart" Silas shook his head, "Im not ready to leave you again." She gave a small sad smile and said "You must be, or you body would not be pulling you back. It is time to go, you are needed in the world my brave husband" Silas let go of her hand and took a look back at her, "I know I never told you or Chan but..." She came behind him and wrapped her arms around the mans waist "I know Silas, I know" He shook his head, "Let me say it please. I never got the chance to before." He turned to look at her, "And I've been given a second chance to tell you. I dont want to live in regret that I passed it up again." Carell nodded her head, "I love you. Tell Chan I said I love her too, and I will be with you soon." Carell shook her head at this, "I love you too Silas, I always will. But you will not be joining us soon. You still have much to do. Take care of yourself, and take care of Eve"
A few seconds later from seeing his wife again, and her showing him all those things. Not to mention being able to say what it was for thousands of years he regretted saying, he opened his eyes and sat up. Sam was there and after a brief conversation, the two sat in silence while Sam carried on checking Silas over. They both heard the scream, but Sam refused to let Silas move just in case he wasnt fully fit, yet now, he felt more alive than he had done in thousands of years. He didnt tell Sam that of course. Nor did he know about the conversation Sam and Eve had had, he knew only what he needed to know. He had a friend in Eve, he trusted her and would do whatever it took now to make sure she was always safe with him. A silent tear crept down his cheek as he thought about his wife once more, he knew Sam had noticed it but yet Silas did not wipe it away. He let it fall, he felt Carell deserved this as her voice once more sounded in his mind. "Remember what it is like to care Silas. Find it in Eve" He wasnt sure what she meant by that but didnt have long to dwell on it as the door opened and Eve came in.
"Eve" Silas said a little happier than everyone was used to, and Sam gave him a strange look before saying, "First a tear, now happiness. What happened to you Silas?" Though Silas smiled, he knew it wouldnt be long until this effect wore off so why didnt they take full advantage of it while they could. He looked up at Eve as spoke again, Silas simply smiled, "I know you did. Tha--" He was about to say thankyou when the smell of fresh blood hit his nose. He looked down at Eve's hand and saw it bleeding. Looking up as the metal object fell on Silas, cutting him, but nothing more than a mere scratch as she toppled over. Sam went to catch her but Silas was too quick and he caught her in his arms. Falling down to his knees and cradling the girl. He didnt fall hard, he fell to his knees purposly to give her extra comfort before scooping her up in his arms and looking down at Sam who was looking at him wide eyed, "But your supposed to be--" Silas cut him off, "I heal fast. Its too complex to explain but I am fine now. Eve on the other hand is completley exhausted," He sat down on the bed, resting Eve's head upon his shoulders, holding her like you would a baby, he was going to stay with her, like she did for him. "Fresh warm water, bandage. That metal almost killed me and I'll be damned if it gets into her system." Sam looked at him, "It wont do, it was embedded in you, it only scratched her--" Sam looked wide eyed again at Silas, "Your blood was on that piece of metal. Would any of your blood have gotten into her?" Silas shrugged and looked at her hand, it was deeply cut but no vains had been opened and no ateries. "It wouldnt matter anyway, none of my blood has gone into her veins so she is still human. Sam?" He nodded, "Where is that water and bandage?" Jumping, Sam did as he was told, he bathed the would, and with many protests from Sam, used a small bit of Vodka to steralise it. Silas knew nothing of first aid, so he was going off what Eve did to him. Then carefully, Silas made Sam wrap the bandage around her hand before Silas told him to leave.
"I could hear you," Silas spoke softly to the girl, "I could hear everything you said to me, I know you saved my life and I will be forever grateful to you. I do not know many people who would save a mans life who took them away from theirs." He rested his head against the wall, the wall cold upon the parts of his back which were not covered by a bandage. The wound of his was still bleeding, but it had lessened mass amounts and soon, there would be no wound, he would leave the scar though, as a reminder of what Eve had done for him. "I trust you." He said and watched as the girl slept in his arms. Feeling suddenly like a father again for this what what he used to do with Chan when she had a nightmare.
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Post by Eve Regan on May 26, 2008 14:57:54 GMT -5
If Eve had known all that had taken place for Silas she would have greeted him with far more happiness, he'd sought redemption for so long and perhaps now he'd eventually found it. Whether her being a seer had influenced his dreams, allowing him to depart this world and journey temporarily to the next for a time she could never know, what a seer could and couldn't do was a complete mystery, lost in the annals of time. Even throughout all of time there had been very few true seers indeed, those who had tried faking their powers had soon been caught out, it was the true seers that saw the actual past, present and future, theirs was the fate to see all, shutting off their minds was truly difficult at times, and they were plagued by memories not even their own, forced upon them, feeling the raw, wild emotions of others, a seer had to be a deeply compassionate and caring person to connect with others. Some called their gift a curse, and one seer that had been driven mad by his visions had toppled from a mountaintop screaming that his accursed life would blessedly be over.
Of course Eve knew known of this, fate didn't want to show her such things, she had a critical task, fate paved the way for her. Unfortunately fate didn't allow her the sleep she sorely needed, thus the long, trying day on the end of months without a decent nights sleep finally caught up with her, now she was near completely burnt out. Barely hearing Silas's replies as she tottered into the room she was barely coherent and only had enough time for a fleeting smile that showed her happiness that he was awake. With her task done for now her mind instantly switched off, her body collapsing as she fell...both men went to catch her, but Silas' quick reactions allowed him to get there first, if Eve had known this she would have been grateful, of course she was oblivious to everything around her now as she lolled over in his strong arms, her own outstretched fallen upon the floor, and her neck fallen back, placed carefully upon the bed that Silas had so recently vacated their roles were ironically reversed, but Silas had been the better patient, for although her body was spent her mind was unfortunately still perilously open to the pervading dreams, that soon manifested into brutal nightmares…
A deep darkness crept over here, the shadows were lengthening as she moved swiftly through the forest, but even her fastest run wouldn’t be nearly swift enough, as fear began gnawing at her she became increasingly more scared as she fled. All Eve knew was that she had to get away, she often had such nightmares, being chased by deadly creatures of the night, but no matter how hard and far she ran, no matter where she hid they always caught her. Rushing underneath the eaves of the great trees as the slowly sunk in the sky its dying rays filtering through the branches until the light winked out completely. Fear clutched at her heart now as darkness descended, becoming close to pitch black all too quickly due to the dense canopy overhead. Stumbling in the darkness now, every root seemed to extend to trip her and every branch hung lower to snag in her hair, clawing out at her; impeding her progress. Panting heavily, tossing and turning Eve couldn’t stop not even if restraining arms were draped about her, her arms twitched as in the dream world she struggled to push through the dense undergrowth, forging a path was difficult and now her heart rate increased dramatically as a howl ripped the night air, gasping she stifled the near overpowering response to scream. Falling with a cry as she tripped over a root, she fell upon the ground, knocking her elbow upon a jagged rock making a deep cut, and in reality knocking the bedside cabinet which near cracked her elbow such was the force compounded from her frenzy. Crying aloud in pain she cradled her injured arm, standing to move onward, as further howls echoed throughout the forest; drawing ever nearer. Panting heavily as she stumbled onwards she fell twice more, and her clothes were ripped from the thorns she’d had to drag herself through, her hair a mess having gotten tangled several times, in reality she thrashed upon the bed, seemingly in a fit. As another howl emitted from the beasts tracking her panic tightened her chest and she made the cardinal error of looking back, into the blazing red eyes of terrifying beast that smashed into her sending her sprawling onto the ground with a terrified scream. Rolling onto her back her eyes widened in wild fright, her mouth opening in a silent scream as the creature’s claws slashed downwards…
Eyes flying open she grasped whosever’s arms she was in whimpering in fright, it had felt more real than where was now in her exhausted state, eyes drifting before she mumbled something completely inaudible, slurring her plea for help as she fell back into the dream world once more.
Several times throughout the long night did she awaken with a cry, and each time she fell back collapsing into sleep once more, she was utterly oblivious to the world around her, hearing and feeling nothing even when she awoke briefly she barely registered anything about her, but did receive a few hours decent sleep in the depth of the night. The hours drifted by in disturbed senselessness until at about 11 o’clock the following morning she was dreaming once again, the worst nightmare yet it turned out to be…
Terrified she was forced to helplessly watch dismal scene pan out before her; it began in Sean’s room at university, and on seeing his sleeping form she became instantly excited reaching out she began stroking his hair affectionately, running a hand over his ears to awaken him as she had often done, but this time it didn’t work, he turned only continuing to snore away, annoyed she was about to kiss him on the cheek, surely that would waken him? She was interrupted by a knock at the door, this Sean instantly awoke to and she was shocked to see his eyes flare in such anger as he jumped up, going right through her, ok clearly she was just watching this dream then, great, that’s why he wasn’t noticing her at all, well at least it made sense now. Moving aside anyway, as she didn’t like him standing in her as it were, she stepped away leaning back against a wall, upon his favourite poster of a scantily clad Kiera Knightley that she had demanded he put away while she was his girlfriend, to which he’d replied he’d need a substitute of her scantily clad then; now that had been funny, but slightly disturbing at the same time. Her heart fell a little on seeing the poster though, if he’d still believed in her returning he’d not have put it back up, biting her lip she watched as he hastily dressed shouting, “be there in a sec,” only then did she notice he’d put on a little weight, blinking she was about to start berating him for gaining weight, when she remembered he wouldn’t be able to hear her, and that he actually looked a little older somehow, fuller in the face and perhaps a tad taller. Wondering at that she watched him dress with a smirk, admiring his muscles but shaking her head at the belly he was beginning to get, maybe he’d let himself go after she’d left? She didn’t know whether to be pleased at such a thought, that she meant that much to her, or slightly worried. Smiling as he quickly checked himself in the mirror she laughed at all his little ways; that was so Sean. He unlocked the door, and both their faces blinked in complete surprise, “you?” He whispered in disbelief just as Eve muttered, “me?” In utter shock, she herself looked slightly older, hardened and toughened, her eyes set and darker, she was even slightly more muscular and would have looked fit and healthy if it wasn’t for the deep bags under her eyes and her general unkempt look, her hair messy, her clothes were even tatty, and leather; she didn’t wear leather! She didn’t know who was more taken aback, herself looking at…herself, or Sean whose mouth had dropped open a scowl soon taking over from his look of disbelief. “What are you…” he never finished his sentence as the Eve there’s hand shot up, neither had chance to even register the silencer in her hands before the trigger had been pulled at point blank range against Sean’s skull, “No!” Screamed the dreaming Eve as her older self dodged the ricochet and departed without a backwards glance and without a glimmer of remorse. Sean’s surely lifeless body fell back upon the carpet as the dreaming Eve’s form brought her hands to her face in utter shock, and horror at herself, falling to her knees beside her dead boyfriend the tears sprang to her eyes instantly, wetting her cheeks instantly and falling upon his lifeless form, “Sean,” she whispered, her sorrow overpowering and soon turning to fiery anger at herself, “No I couldn’t have done such a thing,” she shouted, beating her fists upon Sean’s lifeless body and sobbing uncontrollably upon it, no, no no, it couldn’t happen, this couldn’t be the future.
She awoke then in anguish her cries and tears having been real; she sobbed into the arms of whosoever was holding her this time, she didn’t even know where she was, but she was well beyond caring, sobbing into someone’s chest she breathed heavily her shuddering sobs raking her entire body as she felt like her heart bled. “No,” she shouted, her voice muffled against the person’s coat, that was already damp with her tears, “it…can’t…happen…” she wailed in between uncontrollable sobs. Breathing raggedly she found it difficult to control her breathing as comforting words were given to her she shook her head, breathing heavily and trying desperately to compose herself. Staring about her she looked wild as she tried to take in her surroundings, her light eyes blinking in the light, “I can’t take this anymore,” she muttered her eyes downcast once more as she slowly staunched her tears with the sleeve of her green top. Feeling achy all over Eve brought a hand to her neck her fingers closing about the pendant and gripping fiercely as her eyes still struggled to get used to the blinding light. “Wh..where am I?” She muttered, her hearing only fully coming back to her now, “say that again.” She murmured shaking away her dizziness. Eve was definitely disorientated.
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Post by Silas Driscoll on May 27, 2008 13:25:06 GMT -5
He had not found redemption unfortunatly. Not yet at least. It would take him a long time too, though he didnt doubt sometime he would and then he would be able to live his life peacefully with no more weight upon him, until the day came to when he could return to his family. He felt a little lighter, but couldnt shift the majority of his feelings. He missed his family dearly but he could not dwell on it now. He had to look after Eve and keep her safe, she was his main priority now, she needed him to watch over her like she had watched over him. They still had a long way to go, and he wasnt just talking about getting back to Manchester, he was talking about their whole relationship. The past few days had made it stronger, but the fact that it was still shaky was there. Silas had had a chance to say what he had long regretted not saying and now he felt better for it, the words had been spoken with truth and he didnt see many people who had that truth within them. Alexandria had began to feel it for Demetrius, but Silas knew Demetrius had a way with making people fall for him. He had many of the younger Vampires infatuated with him, if Silas remembered right it was something to do with his, "Darkened looks and impressive exterior" Whatever the hell that meant.
"Silas?" Came Sam's voice from the door, worry was etched over the captains face as he looked over at Eve. "She hasnt changed then?" That of course could mean many things when spoken to a Vampire, but Silas simply shook his head as he wiped a wet strand of hair from Eve's face, dabbing her hot feverish forehead with a cold cloth. He had not taken the Silver chain from around her neck, but he had retrieved the chain with the rings that was wrapped around Eve's wrist and they once more lay around Silas' own neck. His chest still bare, save from the blooded bansages that wrapped themselves around his torso. "I have to check your wound Silas. It was a nasty one and I dont fancy having you collapse on us again." Silas stood up and unwrapped the bandages, the wound had completley healed now, though Silas had purposly left the scar there to remind him Eve had saved his life. "There is no need Sam, it is healed." Sam smiled before replying, "I will never get used to that." He came and stood beside Eve as Silas wrapped the metal shard in the bandages and discarded of them safely within the bin next to the sink. "Silas, I know this is not the best time but we have to leave. We have a deadline and have to get to Newquay tomorrow. If it wasnt important I would--" Silas cut him off by raising his hand, slowly he slipped on a black silk shirt which Sam had given him. Apparently it would suit Silas better than Sam, and it did. Slipping his coat on over it, a little strained as the vampire was still slightly stiff after not moving for days. "It is alright Sam I understand you have business to attend to, as do I but unfortunatly I can not continue until Eve is healthy again." Silas looked at him, "We have arrived in Liverpool so I shall book into a B&B I know of. We will rest there until Eve is alright again." Though before Sam had a chance to say anything else, Eve began to thrash about.
"Eve!" Silas yelled and ran to her bedside, trying to keep her calm he knew she was having a nightmare. She was thrashing uncontrollably to a point where she hit Sam quite forceful and busted his nose, Silas didnt pay attention to this. He sat her up and cradled the girl in his arms, Silas didnt know what she was dreaming, but he knew it wasnt a normal nightmare, she was seeing something and Sam was no holding a bandage to his nose. Silas could feel her pummling his chest, though it didnt hurt, he let her do it to him rather than pummell Sam black and blue. He could feel her pushing against him, but he kept a firm grip on the girl. "Mebbe w'shood wakeroop?" Silas turned to look at Sam with a questionable look, "What?" He asked, not sure what Sam had said as his speach was muffled by his nose and the bandage, "Mebbe... We... Shood... Wak'her Up" He said slower for the Vampire who simply shook his head, "We wake her up from something like this it could be dangerous to her mind. She may never recover from the trauma if we akwaken her." So the two men sat and watched as she thrashed around, unable to help her, though Silas kept hold of her. Her eyes flew open and her arms grabbed Silas' he looked down, his blue eyes, no longer reddened, his skin also no longer reddened, he looked down at her. She muttered something, but even to Silas' ears he could not tell what she had said as she slipped back into the dream world.
Each time she awoke, Silas was there with her. Even as the sun came up, Silas did not move, luckily Sam had put up dark curtains to stop the light shredding through and harming the Vampire. He knew they had to go, but he couldnt risk moving Eve yet and Sam had only managed to delay by one day. Silas had been grateful but he hoped that was enough. He hoped Eve would wake up soon as for the first time in his life, Silas felt helpless, he knew there was nothing he could do but allow her to thrash against him. Sam was equally as worried about the young girl, "It seems you got to her in time," Sam said, "I dont think anyone would be able to control her as well as you, Silas. Especially with these nightmares" Silas shook his head and gave a small laugh, "I do not want to control her, Sam. I want her to have her own mind. I will be there to guide her, strengthen her, not control her." Sam gave a small nod before leaving Silas to attend to Eve.
In the time between the first nightmare and the last one, when she was resting, Silas had managed to gather up her stuff and take her to a B&B in London. He knew the owner so he gave them the room Silas had had many times before as he laid Eve on the bed and went to the window, watching the light creep up on the Horizon and seeing Sam's ship pulling away. Another scream awoke Silas from his watch as he ran over to Eve. Silas caught her as she jumped up, having to sit through two of these dreams and knowing he could nothing nothing was deeply paining the Vampire. Though he would be able to help her soon, he just hoped it was soon enough and hoped she could handle having them until they got to the Manor. Her head was soon buried in his chest, to which Silas put a hand on her hair and began to stroke it like she was his daughter. He gave a soft sigh as Eve began to ramble, she had obviously seen something horrific, but he wasnt going to pry onto what it was. He didnt say anything but he knew the beauty of seeing the future meant you could change it, but you had to be careful what you changed or it could turn everything upside down. "Your in a B&B in Liverpool." Silas told the girl who was disorientated, "You in Liverpool." He repeated for her, clutching the girl, though with his free hand he reached for the phone, "Bring up some food and refreshments for Eve would you Fredrick." "Sure thing". Silas looked back to Eve and smiled, "It'll be alright." He looked out of the window, "I wont let anything happen to you."
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Post by Eve Regan on May 28, 2008 9:04:35 GMT -5
The disorientation took a while to pass, as her eyes became accustomed to the dim light, that barely seeped through the thick curtains, but breeze was strong enough to flutter them, as the windows were clearly wide open, which allowed her hair to float in the morning breeze. Eve breathed in deeply to help compose herself. Rubbing her eyes, from tiredness and to see exactly where she was she blinked seeing she was in Silas' arms, smiling timidly, and rather nervously as she already knew he hated to be touched at all she recoiled, stumbling to her feet as he told her where they were. Bringing both hands to her hair she ran fingers through it, knowing it was a mess, shaking herself she remembered now distinctly feeling hands stroking her hair, just like Sean or even her mother would do, maybe Silas wasn't so grumpy and miserable afterall then. Not really knowing what to say Eve bit her lip, turning towards the window feeling utterly embarrassed that she'd cried in his arms, and probably thrashed about in them all through the night, "bugger," she whispered softly to herself standing at the window ad throwing back the curtains without a thought to look down into the street. Few people were about, most already at work, but plenty of vehicles still sat in traffic, struggling to manouvre past the long lines of cars parked on both sides of the fairly narrow street. It looked just like any other city really, so casting her eyes skyward she became momentarily dazzled by the sunlight again as there was little cloud cover the skies being relatively blue; a fine day then. Knowing she was just trying to preoccupy her mind, rather than think on her embarrassment she wrapped her arms about herself protectively as she stared out, but remembering their supposed need for a little secrecy she closed the heavy curtains was again just peeking out as she cast her mind back over the dreams she'd experienced that night, soon shuddering at the thought of them she turned back to Silas, just as a knock came at the door and a light continental breakfast was brought in, as the smell of toast hit her she smiled, only know realising how hungry she was as her stomach growled in eager anticipation of the meal. As the porter rolled in the trolley, filled with plenty for her to much upon she could cast aside thoughts of waiting patiently and instead tucked in instantly, she was starving and a long night spent tossing and turning could really take it out of a person. Before the trolley had come to a halt Eve had jumped towards it, all smiles and thankyou's to the porter, "aww it looks lovely," before she grabbed a slice of toast and instantly began wolfing it down as she sat cross legged upon the bed once more.
Helping herself to as much as she needed, she tossed aside thoughts of being polite and easily munched her way through, three slices of toast, two buttered croissants, a hard boiled egg and a bannana which she swilled down with two cups of strong, near black tea. "Well I may as well make the most of it," she exclaimed in her defence after a certain look of incredulity from Silas, "it's not like I'll be paying either." She added with a laugh, sorely hoping that she wouldn't have to pay for it all, she was a lowly student she couldn't afford even the lowliest B&B for a night really.
Finishing the meal she felt a little strength return to her, well she didn't feel like she'd quite collapse at any moment at least, standing she slipped into the bathroom to wash her hands, and as she did so made the cardinal error of checking her reflection in the mirror; she looked a right state, gasping she saw her tangled, messy hair and knew it would take a while to get a brush through it, and the bags under her eyes were atrocious, thank God she'd not put any make-up on or it would have been smudged all about her face, but that wasn't nearly enough to console her. Marching back into the room she looked about for her bags, "where's..." seeing it she grabbed a hold saying, "I'm just gonna sort myself out, have a shower and everything." With that she slipped back into the bathroom, having a long refreshing shower, brushing her teeth thoroughly, dressing appropriately for a long day travelling and finally sorting out her hair so she didn't look like a drowned rat any longer. Though she'd been pretty quick about it all, admittedly it had taken her a while to decide upon what to wear, and how to have her hair, she finally setteld upon a ponytail for simplicities sake, and after the long shower itself it took her nearly an hour, so at midday she stepped from the bathroom in tight fitting jeans, a baggy blue and white stripped t-shirt and trainers. She didn't know what Silas would have been up to for all that length of time but was surprised to find he wasn't still in the room, wondering where he'd gone she was about to text him when she remembered she didn't even have his phone number yet, and she couldn't even recall that he had a mobile anyway. Rolling her eyes she down upon the bed to wait, fiddling with the pendant still about her neck, as she stared fixatedly at her reflection in the large mirrored wardrobe opposite, unfortunately pining somewhat for Sean, and worrying over him already, he'd never get all his work done without her. Eyes flying to the door as it banged opens he breathed a sigh of relief on seeing it was Silas, but jumped up worried upon seeing his overcast expression, "what's wrong?" She asked, ready at a moment's notice to grab her things and get going.
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Post by Silas Driscoll on May 28, 2008 18:06:44 GMT -5
It was still light outside so Silas had to be careful where he sat with the windows being open. He had already burnt his arm quite badly trying to open it to keep Eve cool, but luckily it was healing now so it didnt matter that much. Silas was watching Eve out of the corner of his eye, and yet he wasnt making it obvious. The two of them would be in Manchester tomorrow, and that was when the truth would come out. He just hoped he had done enough to show her Vampire's werent as bad as they were portrayed in childrens stories or horror films. Even in Buffy. He supposed if he had to make a similarity, Vampires in the real world were like Angel from Buffy when he was on a good day. Eve shuffled in his arms, causing the Vampire to make eye contact with her. She was waking up and for the last hour she had been resting, which Silas was glad about. When Eve jumped out of his arms, Silas moved them, they werent so stiff as he had been moving them before he sat on the bed and scooped up Eve. It did look as though she had a birds nest residing in that hair of hers, to which Silas just smiled as she said 'bugger.' Though when she threw back the curtains, Sunlight landed on the bed and on Silas, to which made him jump rather violently off it and retreat to a more shadowy area of the room with a slight grimace. However, Eve seemed to not have noticed this. It felt like fire upon his flesh when suns rays hit him, especially when they were magnified through glass. Silas flung open the door and returned to the bed as the porter brought in the food, Silas smiled as he watched Eve munch away, he figured she would be hungry, she hadnt really eaten, at least not that Silas remembered.
Though as she seemed to eat and drink more than her own body weight, 'She's worse than Ranvier!' He thought raising an eyebrow and folding his arms across his chest, 'Them two will get along wonderfully. Ranvier better not make me look like an idiot infront of her. Though knowing him he will. "Yes I suppose you may" Silas answered as he removed his eyes from the hungry girl and looked to the porter, "Put it on my tab, I will be down later to pay for it." He told the porter as the man left. The B&B was not at all fancy, more like one of those run down cockroach infested places, but it was better than nothing and though Silas could have got a hotel, there would be too many questions and people overlooked places like this when searching for someone.
As Eve dissapeared into the bathroom, Silas began to put the plates in stacks and things on the trolley. When you live in a Manor with a few people you tend to pull your weight, its more of a reaction now then anything. The smell of toast wafted up his nose, and though he did eat proper food, he just wasnt hungry and unlike humans, no food didnt affect his strength. He looked up as Eve came in and gave a small nod when she said she was going for a shower. And once she dissapeared again he went downstairs, weeling the trolley back into the kitchens when the manager came over to him. "Will you be staying long sir?" Silas turned and looked down at the man, he was squat with a fat neck and bulging brown eyes. "Until my companion is fit to travel." Silas narrowed his eyes, "Is there a problem?" The manager tried to give him a steady smile, though already Silas was intimidating him, "N-no Sir... Well..." Silas raised an eyebrow, "I have been getting complaints as it seems there are strange noises coming from your room. I do not like my customers to be disturbed and I was wondering how long you plan on being here?" Silas let go of the trolley and gave a sharp laugh, "Customers? Cockroaches and fleas?" He shook his head before looking back at the man, "I guess money does not pay for privacy also, well no worries, We shall be gone once night falls. In the meantime, I suggest you mind your own business, that nose of yours will not be welcome in mine." He leant closer to the man, "Do you understand?" The owner gave a quick nod, and Silas muttered good, and shoved some money into his pocket before going into the hall and pulling out his phone. "Damned thing..." He mumbled, why Alexandria had given him this he would never know. "Hello? Hello?" Silas said into it but in all honesty he did not know how to use 'walking talking things.' He had never seen the need for them but he needed to know if Antonia was alright. Which meant they had to get back as soon as possible.
Walking back upto the room he banged open the door and flung the stupid bit of technology onto the bed. He didnt know how to work it so there was no use in him keeping it was there. "Damned thing." He said aloud and he gave, what could only be described as death glares to the phone. Looking at Eve when she spoke, he slammed the door behind him. "We must leave tonight." He walked into the room and into the bathroom, not that he needed to use the bathroom for anything, just for the simple fact of walking, coming back into the room he spoke again, "If you need any more rest I suggest you get some now. I do not think you will have much tonight, nor tomorrow when we return as you will be the centre of much attention." Smiling he said, "Do not worry I shan't leave you alone unless you want me too."
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