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Post by Alina Renee Carter on Jan 12, 2013 17:16:15 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px crimson solid; border-bottom: 10px crimson solid;] at the beginning with you (WORDS) 517 (TAGGED) Klaus (Outfit) Click! As she closed the door behind her father and watched him head back to his Jeep before climbing in and driving away, Alina still couldn't wrap her head around the conversation that they'd just had. Not only was it definitely weird, but she could tell that he'd been hiding something from her, which broke their most sacred promise; to never lie or keep important information from one another. That had only become more important when Aidan had been born, as she wouldn't risk her father keeping anything from her that might put her son in danger. The two boys, her father and son, were more important to her than life itself.
Now, however, Alina couldn't seem to figure out what was so important that her father suddenly needed to up and leave the house that had been her home since birth. Granted, she no longer lived there but the old ranch house was the one place that she'd always felt the safest, the place she always knew that she could run back to should the need arise. Not anymore though, she thought to herself as she headed towards the kitchen, looking for something to clean in an attempt to keep her emotions under control. All I know is that he was definitely scared about something to head out that fast. I mean, he wasn't here for more than ten minutes and he didn't even wait for Aidan to get home from daycare to that he could say goodbye. There's only one reason for that: he was definitely spooked about something. The question is: what out there could scare Dad that badly?
Started out of her thoughts by the sound of the doorbell, Ali couldn't help but wonder who would be at her house now. She didn't usually have house guests, though that was more of a personal choice seeing as she chose to distance herself from most of the town's residents. The only people that she really bothered talking to was her dad and her fiance, and they both had keys to get in. "Oh God," she breathed as a sudden thought occurred to her, "please don't let that be Derek. I didn't give him my new address though, so the only way he would have been able to get it was from Dad. Oh please...don't let it be him."
Realizing that she didn't want to keep whoever it was waiting, Alina forced her feet to work again as she moved from the spot where she'd stopped in her tracks at the sudden noise. Arriving at the front door, she steeled herself just in case before unlocking it and pulling the heavy oak door open for the second time that day. She was met with a shock, however, as the young man standing on the other side of the screen door was someone that she'd never seen before. She wasn't going to be rude though, even if he was trespassing on her property. "Can I help you?" she asked warily, her guard up as she waited to see what the stranger wanted. Hope this works for you <3 |
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Post by Niklaus "Klaus" Freiherr on Jan 12, 2013 17:18:02 GMT -8
So, Klaus’ target was on the move. It seemed that the werewolves were finally aware of what was happening – not that the hybrid could have seriously put a dent in their population. They were far too plentiful and widespread for that. But it wasn’t that hard to notice that your kind were being hunted, and most often killed when they were found. It wasn’t that Klaus wanted to kill them (unlike vengeful vampires that could be doing something similar, etc.), but that was what kept happening no matter what he did to turn them. It made sense: to get a hybrid you needed both werewolf and vampire blood in your system. However, the few attempts that Klaus had been able to actually try (as it was surprisingly difficult to actually find these wolf packs, and Klaus preferred to work with them in bulk as opposed to solitary wolves), had all failed. A couple had been revived after the killing blow, but those that did went rabid and crazy, and either died on their own soon after or had to be put down by Klaus or Stefan.
Klaus would have to try a new method on Mr. Robert Andrew Carter and his pack. But, he had to find the werewolf and his pack first – and while he could simply try and follow the now-fleeing man, he had another plan of action in mind. Stefan was temporarily dispatched to follow the Jeep and keep tabs on where the werewolf went, but seeing as Klaus was skeptic of being led straight toward others and took his more… roundabout plan.
That was where Alina Carter came into play; it was easy to find her, and her father made it even easier. Oh, he was probably trying to protect her – which was sweet. But his final goodbyes, however cryptic, put his daughter in far more danger than if he had just skipped town without a word. But no, he had to go visit her one last time (not that Klaus couldn’t have tracked the familial connection and found her address himself, but this was even easier), and explain without explaining just what he was going to do. It was like some sad little television show, or a poorly-written angst novel. And wasn’t Robert supposed to be a grown man here? Not some sentimental, distressed, mysterious little werewolf that was actually doing the worst possible thing for his precious family.
Ah, but so be it; this would be fun.
He didn’t wait all that long after the Jeep pealed out of the parking lot to make his move. Alina was no doubt unsettled by her father’s sudden departure, and the less time she had to regroup, the better. Klaus had questions he wanted answers and strategies he wanted to try out. And while he was certainly a patient man (all of the work put into the Sun and the Moon curse proved that, along with the centuries before it was ever put into full action), they say time is of the essence. He wouldn’t waste it if he had the chance to do something – especially when that something could be fun.
Well, to him. His definition of “fun” and that of the general population of the world seemed to differ slightly… Oh well.
When Alina finally returned to the doorway and greeted him – warily, but that was to be expected – he greeted her with a somewhat strained, polite little smile. “Actually, it’s about your father,” he said quickly, with a tilt of his head in the direction the Jeep had disappeared in. “I’m an old… acquaintance. I don’t have as much to protect around here, so I told him I could stick around and explain everything he couldn’t.” He shifted his weight, as if impatient and uneasy even though he was obviously pulling all the stops to be polite. “It would be better to talk inside though, Alina. He had a very good reason for getting out of here so fast, and I would rather not make it more suspicious than it already is.”
The nervous, well-meaning demeanor was easy to adopt, regardless of the fact that Klaus was the reason all of this was happening in the first place. The real question was if it was enough to get the flustered young mother to accept it and invite him in so the real fun could begin…
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Post by Alina Renee Carter on Jan 12, 2013 17:27:51 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px crimson solid; border-bottom: 10px crimson solid;] at the beginning with you (WORDS) 804 (TAGGED) Klaus (Outfit) Click! To be honest, Alina was a myriad of emotions. Worry, fear, confusion; they all overwhelmed her because of the conversation she'd been subjected to. Of course, the fact that she had never seen her father so jumpy in her life wasn't helping matters any. As far as her memory was concerned, the man who had raised her had never shown so much as an ounce of worry and concern. Instead, he had been her pillar - the stronghold she had always run to when she was the one who needed comfort. As a result, the young woman couldn't begin to understand what had just occurred only minutes before in her living room. The only reason that she was even moving now was because she'd needed to lock the doors after he left. That, and she'd never been able to sit still when upset. Even as a child, she'd always felt the need to do something whenever negative emotions overwhelmed her. It was her way of coping with things, and this time was no exception.
Not consciously aware of her environment at the moment, Ali slowly walked towards the back of her house as though in a trance. Only the fact that she had lived there for the past three years kept her from running into anything and everything that surrounded her. Driving herself insane with her attempt to analyze what had just happened with her dad, the young mother realized that she needed to just let it go before she literally jumped off the cliff into the sea of paranoia waiting below. If he felt the need to truly keep something away from me then he's probably trying to protect me, right? she questioned silently, praying that her assumption was correct. The question is: what does he feel the need to keep me safe from? I mean, I can't do anything to protect my family if I don't even know what the threat is. He could have at least given me something, instead of just rambling on with all those cryptic remarks. Feeling a hint of anger rising up from within, she took a few deep breaths in order to keep her cool. With Aidan due home in a couple of hours, there was no way that she could afford to let herself go.
Noticing the sound of the doorbell, Alina felt her stomach knot as she wondered who it could be. Thoughts of her ex seemed to fly through her head as her brain went into overdrive. Still, she'd known that she couldn't keep the world out forever and so she slowly made her way back up towards the front living room of her house where the main door in and out was located. That being said, she didn't hesitate in sending up a silent prayer that Derek wouldn't be the one on the other side as she unlocked the door and pulled it open with ease. It seemed as though her prayers were answered though, as she found a young man on her porch that she had never seen before in her life. Though instantly wary of any stranger who came to her door, she managed to at least summon up a civil tone despite her worried and rather unstable emotional state. While she definitely wasn't the sweetest girl in the world, Alina had been taught to treat others in the way that she would want to be treated; which is exactly what she did.
The strangest thing, however, what what she heard from the young man when he finally spoke. Though there was something about him that just rubbed her the wrong way, the fact that he spoke of her father caused her to relax slightly. Even though she couldn't recall having ever seen him before in her life, the earnest tone in his voice was enough to placate her; for the time being anyways. That, and the fact that he seemed to know exactly why his father had been there only minutes before. If he knows what's going on, then he can give me answers that Dad wouldn't, she thought to herself, realizing that the guy might as well be a godsend as far as helping her to understand everything was concerned. Best believe I'm going to give him a call later after Aidan's in bed though, seeing as he would rather me hear it from some stranger's mouth instead of sticking around for a few extra minutes to tell me everything himself. Offering her guest a tentative nod as she unlocked the screen door before pushing it open to allow him access, she figured that it was only right to at least be polite. "Won't you please come in?" she asked worriedly, moving to the side just enough to allow him space to get through. *dies* Poor thing is in for quite a shock >.> |
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Post by Niklaus "Klaus" Freiherr on Jan 12, 2013 17:31:53 GMT -8
[Poor Alina <.< *cough* Let me know if I need to change anything!] Klaus shuffled in through the doorway with a small, thankful nod of his head. He mumbled a simple “thank you” of sorts along with the movement, doing everything he could to carry on the earnest, cryptic, well-meaning, fidgety charade that he had settled into. That is, at least until both the screen and wooden door had closed behind the pair, and they had made it a little ways down the hallway. He had to make sure that no one saw them after all – or heard them. That would certainly put a damper on his entertaining plans.
Although, he needed a little more strategy than usual to put it into effect. After all, Klaus knew from experience how difficult it could be to force someone into drinking blood – but he had also had quite the amount of practice. There weren’t very many easy solutions to that problem, so he had to go with the most straight-through and predictable one.
Letting Alina get a few steps ahead of him as they moved down the hallway toward her living room, he lifted his own wrist up to his mouth and cut through the major artery with one precise bite. It was painful of course, but it was not life threatening to the immortal who possessed super healing, and he had done it so often that it must have been like a diabetic checking their blood sugar levels. An uncomfortable prick, a quick flash of pain, but necessary and therefore ignored. The next few actions were far quicker, giving poor unsuspecting Alina little time to react: one arm snagged her and pulled her back – pinned with her back against his chest – and encircled her arms and chest, while the other arm with the opened and already healing wrist was strategically placed right over her mouth and blocked her nose.
Klaus expected her to struggle and was ready for it with a vice-like grip. It was really convenient how much stronger any of the immortals were, compared to humans. It gave them all sorts of advantages. “You may want to swallow that,” he commented lightly, voice quiet as his mouth was right near her ear anyway. It was as casual as if he was discussing the weather outside, or the beige color of her walls. “You’ll suffocate otherwise, and that would just be a shame. I would really hate to have to use your son as my leverage instead.”
Threats always worked wonders; Klaus had learned that centuries ago, and it was something that had withstood the test of time. People were predictable when threatened. They either did exactly what you wanted them to do – because they were smart and knew you would carry out your threat, or because they were scared out of their minds and couldn’t even consider doing anything else – or they tried even harder to resist you – because they were stupid and didn’t realize how mortal they really were. It certainly helped, in this case, that every beat of his heart pumped another gush of blood into her mouth. Even if she clenched her teeth against it and refused to swallow, the blood would leak into her mouth, and if she truly valued her and her son’s lives, she would give up and drink it down.
When he finally felt her swallow – multiple times, Klaus wasn’t about to let her try to trick him out of this – his hold on her shifted. For a moment it must have seemed as if he was going to let her go, especially as his self-satisfied grin took over and he muttered out a pleased, “Good girl.” However, a millisecond later a harsh crack filled the air as he grabbed hold of the poor girl’s head and snapped it up and to the side in a way that it was never made to move. It was a quick, painless death, and Alina crumpled in front of him. See, Klaus was merciful. He could have done much worse.
As it was, he carried the now-dead body over to the couch, laid her out in a way that would be comfortable, and cleaned the worst of his blood from her face and his wrist and arm. How else was he going to spend his time waiting for her to awaken? Well, in this case, Klaus amused himself with her television, channel surfing for the long period of time that his only company was rather morbid. Eventually he noticed a faint stirring – the moment before she was fully conscious again and gasped to “life.” Flicking off the television and tossing a blood bag he had brought for just this purpose onto the coffee table, Klaus settled in more comfortably in the armchair he had claimed as his own. The blood bag would do to get her through her transition, and Klaus had already worked out where to get her an enchanted piece of jewelry for the sunlight (that must be a real inconvenience to normal vampires…), but later she could actually hunt. Maybe Klaus could manage to bring something back here for the both of them – that fiancé of hers couldn’t hurt.
“Well good morning – or afternoon, it would seem,” Klaus said, voice full of charm and amusement as he watched Alina. Let the games begin, he had his pawns in place.
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Post by Alina Renee Carter on Jan 12, 2013 17:42:31 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px crimson solid; border-bottom: 10px crimson solid;] at the beginning with you (WORDS) 1,185 (TAGGED) Klaus (Outfit) Click! Alina had always been wary of inviting people that she didn't know into her home. Though she'd never actually had any type of home invasion or negative events happen because of this, her father had taught her from a very young age not to let people in unless she knew for a fact that they weren't going to hurt her. It was because of this that she'd hesitated before allowing the young man to come in. Surely he was an exception though, right? After all, her father would not have sent someone to explain what was going on that he didn't trust completely; not when it could be her daughter's life at stake. He must be okay then, she reasoned with herself as her curiosity began to win out. There's no way that Dad would ever send someone to my house that he thinks is a threat.The thoughts running through her head seemed to reassure her for some reason, as she finally opened the door enough to let him inside, grateful that Aidan wasn't due home from daycare until later that evening. Had he been there, Alina would have insisted that they go somewhere else to speak. There was no way that she would let some stranger in the same house with her son, even if whoever it was had claimed to be God. Offering the gentleman a small smile in response to his nod, she shut both doors behind him before locking them for some reason she couldn't place a finger on. "We can talk in the living room," she told him simply, moving past him to lead the way towards the back of the house that she'd been leasing for the past three years. "Sorry about the mess, it's been a little chaotic around here."What happened next was something that the young mother would never have expected in a million years, however, as she felt herself grabbed from behind by a grip so strong she couldn't believe it was human. Yanked backwards by her midsection so quickly that she couldn't even muster up a scream, all that escaped her lips was a whimper as she couldn't wrap her head around what was happening. Her father had sent someone to hurt her? The possibility was dumbfounding and all it did was make her even angrier. That anger cleared her head though, and she struggled with all her might. Her protests seemed to have no effect whatsoever on the man and so she took in as much air as she could in preparation to let out a bloodcurdling scream; praying that one of her neighbors would be home. The moment that she opened her mouth, however, she found herself muffled as he covered it with his wrist and arm. That wasn't the worst part though, not by a long shot. With his arm came a sickly sweet liquid that Alina knew all too well. One of the biggest things that came with having a child were the countless occasions of kissing skinned knees and cuts, as she'd always told Aidan that Mommy's kisses could fix anything. It was because of this that she instantly recognized both the metallic aroma of his blood before a drop even touched her lips. Though she attempted to clamp her mouth shut, she couldn't manage it entirely with his arm and so almost instantly the liquid began to seep into the crack that remained. Why the hell does he want me to drink his blood? she questioned silently as there was no way she could possibly speak given her current predicament. Some kind of psychopathic fetish I guess. She wasn't going to make it so easy for him though, trying harder than ever to push every drop that found its way in right back out with her tongue. Her body tensed at the same moment she froze, however, when the whispered words reached her panicked ears. He was threatening Aidan's life, the person she cared for more than anything in the world. Though she hated to admit it to even herself, Alina knew that she was beaten. Her son was everything and she'd die before putting him in harm's way. It was because of this that she succumbed to the insanity of her attacker, cringing as she began to swallow mouthfuls of the disgusting blood that she had no doubt would bring about what seemed like an imminent death. Still, she couldn't help but pray that he'd show her mercy and let her go. After a moment, she felt his grip shift and almost burst out in tears as it seemed like someone had been listening after all. He's going to let me go, she thought to herself, willing the idea to be true. Oh, how she was wrong though. Catching his words, she realized what was coming next. The slightest hitch in her breathing could be heard as a single tear rolled down her cheek before darkness overcame her. Some time later...
"Aidan!" she gasped upon awakening, her son's name the first thought that rushed into her head. It was only after this that she realized the extremely painful pounding in her head at the same moment that the memories of her ordeal flooded her consciousness. Hearing a thud on her right, Alina looked around wildly for her attacker only to find him seated comfortably in the chair directly across from her. Her attention was drawn to the source of the noise, however, as she glanced down at the coffee table only to find a bag of blood resting in the middle. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion for a moment as she tried to work things out, the young girl instantly realized that there was no answer for what had happened; not to mention that there was a huge gap of 'nothing' in her memory. She didn't understand.....none of it made sense. What happened to me? My head feels like I've got a hangover from hell so I must have passed out. Did he drug me or something?Catching the completely cool tone of her captor, Alina redirected her glare to the man who she'd originally thought of as kind and helpful. Now, he was nothing more than a vigilante who she wouldn't mind killing without a second thought. "How dare you act polite towards me you psychotic son of a bitch!" she snapped, her fear of not knowing what had happened during her memory lapse only serving to enrage her further. That, and the fact that she didn't know what time it was and where Aidan was, although she certainly wasn't about to utter the latter aloud. "What the fuck did you do to me? You told me that my father sent you but there's no way that he would ever send someone to hurt me so who the hell are you?" Nodding her head towards the pouch still resting in the center of the small table, she figured she might as well ask about that too. "And why the hell is there a bag of blood sitting on my coffee table?!"Poor, poor Alina >.< |
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Post by Niklaus "Klaus" Freiherr on Jan 12, 2013 17:55:29 GMT -8
Well, that was sweet. The first thought she had before dying, and the first thought she had upon being revived, was of her son. Talk about motherly devotion – not that Klaus was too familiar with that whole dynamic. Being male certainly made that difficult to grasp, but he found it charming. And it had been centuries since Klaus had had any relations with his own mother. The memories hadn’t stood up very well to the test of time; frankly, they weren’t important to what he needed to do. His siblings were another matter entirely… but those were thoughts not entirely relevant to little Alina as she leapt out of her unconscious stupor and struggled against the confusion that Klaus could easily read across her expression.
She slowly pieced it together though – not that she knew exactly what was going on. If she did know, she wouldn’t have been as quick to let him in to explain it to her. Robert Carter could have saved himself and his daughter quick a lot of trouble and pain if he had just been straight with her from the beginning. Not that it was easy to explain to your grown daughter – a mother of her own at that – that you were a werewolf, that like Hollywood speculated, you turned into a huge murderous wolf on a full moon. Hell, the bloodline could have easily been passed on to her, or through her on to her son. Since she had yet to activate the curse, Klaus doubted that the young twenty-one year old carried an active gene. Not for herself at least.
That was part of the reason he had gone with this roundabout plan of his. What better leverage could he use to draw her father and his pack out, than his own daughter turned into his mortal enemy? It was sad, and tragic, and oh so very perfect.
Klaus couldn’t hide the grin on his lips as he spoke up and Alina zeroed in on him, all fire and insults. Sooo predictable. But it was amusing nonetheless, and Klaus endured her lovely little rant without the slightest reaction on his part. His grin and otherwise polite and amused expression didn’t falter, and if anything he smiled wider. And once she finally turned her attention back to the blood bag and stopped her string of insults and questions, Klaus let a little pause take up the air between them. Somewhere in the house he could hear a rather obnoxious clock ticking, and he wondered idly when Alina’s son Aidan was supposed to be dropped off.
The hybrid let a shrug roll off of his shoulders, glancing down at the blood bag. “That’s there for you to drink, unless you want to die – and not come back this time.” His eyes lifted back up to meet the almost-vampire’s, and he lounged back more comfortably in his chair. “Let’s keep this simple: you’re now a vampire. You’re dead, or un-dead, however you want to put it. If you don’t drink that blood and complete the transition, this will likely be your last day on Earth.” He paused, shifting to slip a small necklace out of his pocket. He leaned forward and dangled it over the table and the blood bag for a moment before dropping it to sit there between them. “That’s enchanted so the sun won’t harm you while you’re wearing it. Which will be important, seeing as we need to go hunt down your father now.”
He paused once again, this time to let the information sink in. On top of everything else that had happened to the poor girl today, though, Klaus doubted that she would think this was as strange and out-there and impossible than if he had just come out and explained first. Of course, this was also easier for him, because her confusion put her in the palm of his hand.
“Here’s the kicker,” he continued, leaning forward once again, but this time it was as if he was about to tell her a secret. His voice even dropped a level or two. “Your father’s a werewolf. Full moon and everything.” Klaus let out a light laugh, shaking his head. “Isn’t that something? I still can’t believe he never even hinted at it to you, and ran away scared without the dignity to warn you properly. Very fatherly of him.” Not that Klaus had fond memories of any father-figures either, so that was something else he couldn’t entirely understand. But he understood enough for his purposes, so that was that.
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Post by Alina Renee Carter on Jan 12, 2013 17:59:50 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px crimson solid; border-bottom: 10px crimson solid;] at the beginning with you (WORDS) 1,089 (TAGGED) Klaus (Outfit) Click! One thing that most people who ever managed to get semi-close to Alina knew that she was a fighter. Granted, she didn't go out and beat the living shit out of people when she was bored or anything like that but she wasn't the type to take shit from people either. More than willing to speak her mind or correct someone who made incorrect assumptions about her, the young woman was more than capable of handling herself should the need arise. At least, that's what she'd always thought. But of course, she hadn't exactly been aware of(or ever encountered even) anything pertaining to the supernatural world that overlapped her own. Vampires, werewolves; she knew nothing of their kind and was had been free of that knowledge for the last 21 years. Oh, but how the world could seemingly change on a dime.
The fact that she was a mother above all else hadn't really helped her in this case though. The bond that a mother shared with her child was one that could never be compared to anything else in the world. It was partially because of such a relationship that Aidan came before herself in every way; which pretty much boiled down to the fact that she was willing to do whatever it took to keep her son safe. That was the reason that she'd succumbed to the insane demands of her attacker and why she was in her current predicament. She'd heard more than one person say over the years that a 'real' mother would give her life for her children without a second thought. So what did that make Alina? After all, she had just done that very thing despite the fact that she didn't know it yet. She felt slightly comforted by the fact that Aidan hadn't made it home yet though, seeing as she cringed at just the thought of Liam and her son coming home to a psychopath in their house.
Unable to keep the rage that rose up at her attacker's seemingly amused tone in check for a moment longer, Alina snapped. Not caring what he might do to her, she cursed more in under a minute than she probably had in the past year. Having a toddler around that drank in everything you said did make a mother think twice about using her 'potty mouth'(as she often called it when scolding Aidan for saying something naughty or rude). He is seriously insane if he thinks I'm just going to be 'okay' with what he did, she thought to herself, fingers moving to her temples as she attempted to massage the horrible headache that seemed to increase a tiny bit more with each passing second. The last time I checked, forcing someone to drink one's blood isn't exactly polite by any means. The whole scenario still baffled her though, as she couldn't seem to figure out how Klaus had known the reason for her father's visit or why there was now a pouch full of blood on the small table before her. Nothing made sense, which only served to make her more irritable. Having always preferred order in her life, the chaos now surrounding her wasn't helping matters any.
A look of complete shock followed by one of utter confusion crossed her features in quick succession, however, the moment that the male's words registered in her brain. What made it all worse was that the whole conversation didn't even seem to phase him in the slightest, as though he told people they were 'vampires' every day. "I'm a WHAT?!" she asked incredulously, her voice traveling up another octave as she attempted to digest what he was telling her. "You can't be serious. Any normal person knows that there's no such thing as vampires. Next I suppose you're going to tell me that werewolves are real too." Already realizing that this must be some sick joke on his part, Alina couldn't begin to understand what he must have gone through to make him nearly this delusional. "Oh and there's no fucking way that I'm about to drink some complete stranger's blood in case you're wondering. I've had more than enough of that for today, thank you very much." Her tone deadly serious despite the fact that she was freaking out mentally, Alina knew that she needed to keep her game face on if she was hoping to get out of this alive.
Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion once again at the appearance of the necklace. What, now he's giving me some cheap piece of jewelry for a gift? This is a whole new level of crazy for me. What made everything even weirder was that he said it would...'protect' her? She growled at the mention of her father though, her protective nature emerging as she realized that this man might have been what her dad was protecting her from. "Why on earth do you ever think that I would help you?" she shot back, her hands balling into fists subconsciously. "Something tells me that he left to stay away from you so why would I ever help you find him?" Watching as he leaned forward like he had another supposed bombshell to drop on her, Alina found herself oddly wary of the male once again. What she couldn't believe, however, was what words fell from his lips. Her father, a werewolf? It wasn't possible. Still, the utter seriousness of his expression coupled with his tone as he spoke fueled the doubts that slowly began popping up in her head.
Klaus seemingly went too far the moment he insulted her dad, as her vision flashed red and she acted without thinking. Without warning, Alina's right fist seemingly flew of its own accord before connecting hard with her attacker's jaw. "Don't you dare insult my father you bastard," she hissed, far too angry at the moment to even consider the possible consequences of what she had just done. "He was trying to protect me from the likes of YOU, not to mention he's ten times the man you'll ever be. At least he's not a lying psychopath who thinks vampires and werewolves actually exist!" Despite the fact that she knew it probably wasn't the best idea to insult someone who could kill her quite easily, Alina wasn't about to go down without a fight. Besides, everything that he'd told her so far was simply insane. There was no way in hell he could be telling her the truth.....right? I'm such a horrible person *dies* |
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Post by Niklaus "Klaus" Freiherr on Jan 12, 2013 18:04:09 GMT -8
Alina’s confusion and denial was understandable. After all, what were you supposed to think when someone told you that you had suddenly become a vampire? That vampires even existed? They were such a work of fiction to the human world – which was something they, or at least Klaus, reveled in. The secrecy was a good thing. While humans may have not been any kind of threat to vampires on their own (outside of a select few, like the Gilbert ancestors with their little “weapons” of sorts – but even those were enchanted by witches), it was just easier and more convenient to fly under the radar. Klaus didn’t even want to start wondering what it would be like if their “secret” got out. It was far too complicated that way.
All in all, Klaus was expecting the new vampire’s reaction. She was a bit more volatile than he had considered though, but that was expected with the suddenly heightened emotions running through her. And she had yet to accept the blood bag sitting between them, so she would likely be suffering from the rather unpleasant effects of the transition itself. After all, her body wanted her to survive, and while she denied it, her body knew just what it needed. Klaus had tried to go the easier route with bringing the blood bag so she could complete the transition easier – as dragging along a little meal for her would make him seem more suspicious, and it would be far more difficult to explain. This was how it was, and even as Alina continued to rant at him and insult him, everything about his expression was patient, waiting – although thoroughly amused as well.
“Why yes, werewolves are –” Klaus went to answer her, voice completely matter-of-fact, as if he was a teacher explaining a jarringly simple concept to a difficult student, but she cut him off to snap about the blood again. At that point, the hybrid just laughed, shaking his head slowly. The contrast between them was so striking: her seriousness and panic compared to his relaxation and amusement. “I would guess so, but I for one would rather drink some stranger’s blood than that of someone I care about.” He shrugged carelessly. “Isn’t your son supposed to be home soon? I would hate for your first kill to be that tragic.”
The punch that followed Klaus’ comment about Alina’s father was not expected, however. And that was the very reason she actually connected her fist with the hybrid’s jaw, rather forcefully at that. His reaction was instantaneous though, and his hand clamped down over her wrist before she could pull her hand away from him – painfully tight. Ignoring her and her continued ranting for a moment afterward, Klaus rubbed tenderly at his jaw with his other hand. She hadn’t done much damage, but Klaus wouldn’t deny that it smarted. Content that he was and would be fine, the hybrid looked at Alina over her hand, expression darker than it had been this entire time. “It’s a shame that you don’t believe me.”
Klaus stood then, pulling the almost-vampire up onto her feet with him in one strong jerk. The main window in this living room had been covered by Klaus during the time he had to waste waiting for Alina’s revival, even though it didn’t cast light over on the couch she had previously been lain out on. But, in one fluid and quick movement, Klaus pulled up the window blinds and half-shoved, half-pulled Alina into the light. It wasn’t the easiest way to prove to her that she wasn’t exactly human anymore, but it was one of the quickest. And between you and me, Klaus had decided that it would be good retribution for her little stunt a few moments ago.
He didn’t hold her in the sunlight or anything like that, so she could flee back to the darker half of the room the moment the sun began to burn into her skin – he just wanted her to experience it after all. Not that it was a pleasant sight, not in the least. Klaus was extremely glad, in that moment, that originals didn’t have an issue with the sunlight. It made everything much easier, and he didn’t have to carry around some strange piece of jewelry like the Salvatore brothers and their rings.
“Believe me now?” he asked, watching Alina until his attention was captured by movement outside the small house. His lips quirked up into that more-sadistic and predatory grin of his, and a chuckle rolled out into the air between them. “Well, this just got ten times more interesting,” Klaus tacked on, turning his attention toward the hallway that led to the front door at the sound of keys in the lock. This was unfortunate, but yes, it had just gotten far more interesting.
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Post by Alina Renee Carter on Jan 12, 2013 18:18:39 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px crimson solid; border-bottom: 10px crimson solid;] at the beginning with you (WORDS) 1,805 (TAGGED) Klaus (Outfit) Click! The man before her was insane....that was the only logical solution. There was no way that he could honestly expect her to believe the words coming out of his mouth and yet his extremely cool demeanor and bemused expression suggested that he did. Therefore, what other conclusions could she draw based on what he'd already done and what was going on now. Psychopath, maniac, escaped mental patient; the different labels for him flitted through her mind so quickly that she could barely keep up with all the different titles that she wanted to place on him. And yet, somewhere deep in the pit of her subconscious, some part of her was actually wondering if he could be telling the truth. After all, she seemed to be missing a rather large piece of her memory so what could that possibly mean? Having never not remembered anything in her life, she didn't know what else to think.
Realizing that she must have gone off the deep end as well(as there was no way to explain it), Alina grew angry faster than she ever would have thought possible. No, angry didn't begin to describe the emotions flowing through her. She was far beyond that; she was livid. He's given me something, she reasoned silently, wishing that the damned pounding in her head would just go away. A hallucinogen maybe, or some other drug to make me confused. There's no truth to his words....there just can't be. Of course, the fact that she felt the need to reassure herself wasn't helping any. If anything, it was only causing her to feel more panicked and alarmed; emotions that she'd never truly experienced before. Though her life hadn't exactly been easy, it had been simple and clear from the day she was born. There had never been secrets kept from her, only honesty and love comprised the bonds that she was so familiar with. It was because of this that she didn't - or maybe even couldn't begin to comprehend what was going on. All she knew was that she couldn't just sit by and let it happen.
With one glance up she instantly realized who was at fault for this. It wasn't her father, who had only left to keep her safe, but the attacker who was relaxing before her as though he didn't have a care in the world. He was the object of her hatred now, and boy was she going to make him pay. Insults flew from her mouth then, one right after another. It was as though they fell from her lips of their own accord and she was powerless to stop. Only pausing long enough to take a few deep breaths so that she could continue, Alina cut him off before he'd even had a chance to get a full sentence out. This bastard obviously has no idea who he's dealing with. People say that there's no worse anger than a woman scorned and by God they're fucking right. Her eyes widened just then, however, when she heard him....laugh? He'd attacked and drugged her for no reason and now had the audacity to laugh at her? She was about to snap, literally. After all, there was only so much a person could take that happened to be in her predicament, right? Everyone had their breaking points, and she was about to pass hers with flying colors.
What shocked her more than any had so far though, was the moment that he brought up her son. Unable to move or speak, let alone breathe for that matter, Alina found herself completely frozen as she took in everything that he was saying. He thinks that I'm going to kill Aidan? Geez, he's even more of a maniac then I thought if he really believes that I could ever possibly consider the idea of hurting my son. she thought, the very notion seeming to shred her heart into a thousand pieces. "You leave Ai-...my child out of this you pathetic son of a bitch," she said, voice low as she fought to control the sudden urge to wring his neck with her bare hands. "I suppose you get off on this, don't you? Tormenting innocent families with threats to hurt their loved ones if they don't do whatever you want them to? Well, allow me to fill you in on a little secret. I'm not going to kill anyone....let alone my son. I'm NOT a vampire, and you need some serious help." Her words were harsher than any she'd spoken in her entire life, and yet she meant every one of them. She couldn't begin to imagine what this poor man had gone through to drive him to this whole new level of insanity, but she wasn't about to try and find out either; not when her and Aidan's lives depended on her finding out how to escape.
His snide little comment about her father sent Alina over the edge. She'd tried to hold herself back, exerting more self-restraint than she'd ever had to before but insulting those she cared about proved to be too much for her. She didn't hesitate in the slightest as her fist flew through the air before connecting with her attacker's jaw, not caring what might happen to her at the moment as the only thought inside her head was that he deserved it. Of course, the last thing that she'd expected was the blur of motion she witnessed as Klaus' hand clamped down on her wrist before she'd even had a chance to pull her arm back. The action forced her to whimper as his vice-like grip caused a sharp pain to shoot up her arm and seemingly wrack her entire body, causing her to wonder if he was about to snap her wrist without any issue at all. Tearing up at the force of the pressure, Alina simply glared at him as she willed the tears not to fall. The coldness of his words instilled a sense of fear in her gut though, further brought to the surface as he stood; dragging her to her feet as well with a strength she'd never thought possible. Before she could choke down the question on her lips, she almost didn't recognize her own voice as she spoke. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice so small she couldn't help but despise the fact that she couldn't keep the act up any longer.
Unable to comprehend his motions as he made a move for the blinds that had been closed at some point during this ordeal, Alina realized what was about to happen only a moment before it did. The light was blinding as he pulled on the cord and the shades were drawn up but that wasn't the worst of it; not by a long shot. The pain that overwhelmed her as she was shoved into the direct rays elicited a blood-curdling scream from Alina's lips as she smelled the charring of her own flesh while she could feel her skin stretching almost instantly before popping and peeling as the sun seemed to burn every bit of flesh that it touched. Her survival instinct kicked in just then, however, as she sped back into the darkest corner of the room faster than she could comprehend. The burning stopped as soon as she was out of the light, however, which only served to confuse her more. That was, until the supposed 'light bulb' went off over over her head when Klaus' words registered with her brain. Eyes widened in horror as she realized that what he said was true, it took her a minute to form a coherent sentence. "I'm a-" she began once, forced to pause and begin again as her mind was everywhere at once. "You were telling the truth, about everything. I really am......dead."
The fact that she uttered that last word aloud made it all so final and she cracked. Heaving sobs overwhelmed her at knowing what she now was, and everything that had been lost to her because of it. All she could think was why? Why me? I never hurt anyone or did anything illegal. This can't just be about my dad. No one can be that cruel, can they? The sound of Klaus' voice once again only seemed to prove her wrong, however, as the tone behind his words caused her to think that he almost seemed to be amused. Following his gaze to the hallways, she realized less than a millisecond before the door opened who was on the other side; the two people she cared about more than anything in the world. Hearing her son's giggles only caused her heart to break even more at the thought that she couldn't stay. "Alina?" she heard Liam call as he shut the door behind him. "Sorry that we're a bit late. Aidan wanted to stop for ice cream and then I managed to cut my hand on something." Realizing that she had to warn them, Alina jumped up and dashed out of the living room towards the voices of her fiance and the sound of her son without a second thought. "Liam! Take Aidan and run, NOW! Get ou-"
She stopped dead in her tracks, however, as the overwhelming scent of blood hit her like a ton of bricks. Frozen so forcefully that she couldn't even get out the rest of her warning to him. She hadn't listened to his words apparently, but there was no stopping her now. The blood lust overcame her in seconds, rendering her incapable of thinking as she lunged forward before sinking her teeth into the throat of her fiance without a second thought. There was no fighting the most primal of urges for a newborn vampire, and less than a full minute had passed before he fell limp in her arms as she drained the life out of him. Dropping his body as if it meant nothing to her, as a single person's blood supply wasn't nearly enough to quench her raging thirst, Alina slowly turned to face the only other person with a heartbeat inside the house; three-year-old Aidan. Blood covered her shirt and face as she had only been able to swallow so much in the frenzy that had overwhelmed her. Not even realizing who the child was, as her mind was too overtaken by feeding urges for her to make the connection just then, all she craved was more blood and he would do perfectly. His tear-stained cheeks and heaving sobs meant nothing to her now, reduced to nothing more than a beast in her blood-craze. Not even phased by his screams at seeing his mother like this, Alina began moving in for the kill. Why are we so horrible? >.< |
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Post by Niklaus "Klaus" Freiherr on Jan 12, 2013 18:22:39 GMT -8
Klaus was not a cruel man by his own standards. He had experienced worse in the world, and has been witness to far worse than even that. People as a whole were cruel, and even those with “higher morals” would step on others in the right situation, stomp them into the ground. And oh, don’t even get him started on the serial killers and psychopaths and sociopaths and the like. It was unfortunate, but he had met more than one vampire who could truly fall under such a description (aside from the fact that they could all be labeled serial killers at some point in their immortal lives) – and the world thought that their human counterparts were bad. The same was true for witches and warlocks and werewolves; it wasn’t the genealogy that made them monsters, but it was whatever they would have been anyway, had they been born “normal.” And they were born to get what they wanted out of life, at whatever cost.
But, Klaus would admit to having a temper, and a nearly insatiable thirst for some kind of vengeance on anyone who wronged him. And in his eyes, he could rightfully claim that Alina’s unfortunate father had wronged him in running as he had. And he had wronged his daughter. Things could have gone so much easier, so much better for all involved, if he hadn’t run – or if he had explained even the simplest of things to poor Alina. So, in his own way, Klaus saw this whole event as a way to get his retribution from Mr. Robert Andrew Carter. His daughter was merely caught in the middle of it all: Klaus’ pawn, tool, and new toy all rolled into one.
Besides, how had he truly hurt her? She was a vampire now. That was all. She was immortal and nearly invulnerable. True, she had to feed on blood to sustain her now, and she couldn’t stand the sunlight, but Klaus could take care of both of those little issues for her. He had a good source for blood bags for while they traveled and could teach her how to hunt without causing suspicion, and the necklace sitting on the table would solve the sunlight issue. So what were the downsides?
Well, the sudden bloodlust was one of them…
It had been a long time since Klaus himself first experienced the bloodlust, and even when he purposefully used it against some vampires – like Stefan, Mr. Ripper – he also underestimated it. For example, while he had expected Alina to rush toward her fiancé and son, and he knew the fresh blood in their veins would be much more tempting than the blood bag resting on the table, her sudden attack caught even the hybrid off guard. Not that he entirely minded – he could care less what happened to Alina’s little family at this point, seeing as he had his sights set on her father – but he knew it would turn out rather badly if she could pin the slaughter on him. And that wouldn’t be too much of a stretch. He had turned her not too long ago, after all.
As Alina focused rather gruesomely on her late fiancé (now “late” in more ways than one), Klaus moved closer to the three in the hall, not getting himself all that involved just yet. For one thing, he didn’t want little Aidan terrified of the stranger that he was at the same time he was terrified of his mother – although the little boy’s screams as Liam was attacked were quite painful to his sensitive ears. He waited until he was sure there was a threat involved: when Alina so casually dropped her fiancé’s dead body and turned toward her son, nothing but hunger in her eyes.
Before she could advance much further, Klaus had scooped the poor boy up from behind – which only served to terrify him further, unfortunately, but hey, Klaus was careful with him – and retreated back into the bright sunlight quicker than a human could blink. “Shh, shh,” he hushed, trying to calm the sobbing child with a little bit of bouncing, turning his face away from the spectacle that his mother made right then and patting him lightly on the back. The child squirmed, but there was little else that hybrid could think of doing – he wasn’t the kind of person usually chosen to “babysit,” if that wasn’t obvious. Besides, the kid could keep screaming for all he cared, Alina didn’t have much of a chance of reaching them at this point unless she wanted to burst into flames first.
Looking over Aidan’s head at Alina – partially just trying to gauge where she was mentally now – Klaus’ expression took on a mockingly stern expression, and he “tsk, tsk”ed her with a shake of his head. “I told you that you should probably drink that.” He gave a nod toward the blood bag on the table (he had pocketed the necklace again, whether Alina remembered what he had said about it or not). “Not that it matters all that much now; with your first taste of blood, you’re a true vampire. Congratulations.” A bit of his grin slipped back onto his features, before he glanced back down at Aidan. “But you’re already making this so tragic for yourself. It would probably be a good idea for little Aidan to stay over here with me until you get ahold of yourself.”
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Post by Alina Renee Carter on Jan 12, 2013 18:29:00 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px crimson solid; border-bottom: 10px crimson solid;] at the beginning with you (WORDS) 1,326 (TAGGED) Klaus (Outfit) Click! When she had woken up that morning, all Alina had thought was that the day would be just like any other. She'd made breakfast, gotten Aidan ready for daycare, and wished both her son and fiance a good day before watching them pull out of the garage and drive away. The fact that she didn't have to work today had allowed her a good 6-8 hours where she could focus on picking up the house before settling in to watch some t.v. or maybe dive into a good book. Some might consider life boring, but simple was what she liked above all else and so she was perfectly content. Of course, the fact that she and Liam had almost saved up enough to have a small, elegant wedding did help some as the event was something she'd been looking forward to for almost three years now; ever since Aidan had been born. Now, however, it seemed as though all those plans were completely shot as the fact that she was a newborn vampire who had just slaughtered her fiance in cold blood did put a tiny hitch in her plans for the future.
Not that she realized what she was doing at the time, or even what she was about to do. The overwhelming need to feed had taken her over completely, driving her temporarily insane with the blood lust that Klaus had been talking about only minutes before Liam and Aidan had walked in to what they had probably thought was going to be an evening of relaxing and playing with their son like so many before it. The reality was quite different though, as a relatively audible THUD could be heard when she dropped the body of her fiance as though it was nothing more than a toy she might have grown tired of as a child. The monster currently inhabiting Alina's body didn't care that it was now considering her very own son as its next meal. All she seemed able to comprehend was the fact that she craved the blood running through his veins more than anything else in the world. She wanted it, needed it, and was definitely more than willing to kill for it. Th latter part was obvious though, given her current predicament, seeing as the only way to access the sweet liquid was to claim Aidan's life.
Looking upon the boy with a hungry gaze that showed Klaus she was long gone right then, she wasn't phased in the slightest by his screams of terror as she could think of nothing except his frantic heartbeat that echoed in her ears like a beautiful symphony. What surprised her though, was that she blinked only to find that her next meal was no longer where it should be. Letting out a feral snarl that could only be compared to that of a beast, Alina glanced around the room as a mixture of rage and confusion overwhelmed her at the sudden disappearance of her son. The sight that her eyes found less than a second later both shocked and angered her as she realized that the man who had done this to her now kept her dinner safely out of her reach in the one place that she couldn't get to. Watching as he attempted to quiet the toddler she moved forward slowly so as to not risk a wrong move that would expose her body to the sun's rays again. That pain had been more than enough for a lifetime and she wasn't eager to repeat the experience. "Give him to me," she hissed, the appearance of her eyes making it more than apparent just what she wanted Aidan for. "Give me my fucking son you bastard!!!"
It was only when Klaus finally spoke again that the dark-haired girl's eyes widened in surprise. Following the direction of his gesture, she ran over to where the bag still laid untouched in the center of the coffee table. No longer caring at this point, she didn't hesitate in the slightest as she snatched up the pouch and ripped it open with her teeth before downing it in a matter of seconds. While the 'old' taste made her stomach clench slightly, as it was nowhere near as good as the fresh blood she'd had just a moment ago, it satisfied her craving and that was more than enough for her. Only after she'd thrown down the now empty piece of plastic in obvious disgust did she turn to face Klaus and her son once more. Hearing his remark about her now being what he called a 'true vampire', her mind finally was clear enough to make the connection between his words and her actions as she slowly came out of the insanity that had been far too prevalent seconds before for her to realize what she had done. Her eyes flashed to the fear-stricken face of her own child as she finally understood that he would be dead if it weren't for the man whose arms were now cradling him.
Looking down at her blood-splattered clothes, Alina was confused for a second until her memory provided her with answers that she didn't want to even consider as the truth. Rushing back into the hallway, it was there that she found the now lifeless body of the man she'd only kissed goodbye this morning. Unable to believe what she'd done, the young woman simply dropped to her knees before the corpse as a pain wrenched through her the likes of which she she'd never felt before. The pain that the sunlight had brought on was nothing compared to the emotional tormenting that she could blame no one but herself for. Silent sobs wracked her body as her hands came up to cover her face, knowing that she had just murdered her fiance in cold blood. I-I-I did this, she told herself silently, knowing that she would never forgive herself for this; not in a million years. Liam is dead....because of me. He's gone, slaughtered just because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Why? The question was one that she didn't really want the answer to anymore, but she could think of none that were better and so it stuck.
Slowly rising to her feet as she couldn't stand the sight for another second, she moved back into the room with Klaus and Aidan, who had finally quieted down just a bit. Hearing the older man's comment, she hissed only to instantly redirect her anger inwards as she remembered what had been said earlier. He was right. I murdered Liam and I would have killed Aidan as well if he hadn't stopped me. All that aside, she couldn't figure out why her 'maker' had chosen to save her son. Klaus had nothing to gain from the toddler surviving and so why had even bothered? Of course she was grateful that he had intervened, but the questions were too strong for her to keep them quiet for more than a few seconds. Turning her now icy gaze towards the other vampire, Alina glared at him with an expression so fierce that no one who wasn't in their right minds could ever hope to match it. "Why Aidan?" she said after a long moment as she planned her words out beforehand. "You could have saved Liam instead. Hell, you could have saved them BOTH had you wanted to and yet you only picked my son. Why???" Though she was trying to be cool, the break in her voice on the last word betrayed the complete and utter disaster of emotions that rested just beneath her surface. That being said, she didn't dare ask for her son just yet. Still terrified by the thought that she had wanted to kill him, she trusted herself even less than Klaus just then and that was saying something. La la la....xD |
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Post by Niklaus "Klaus" Freiherr on Jan 12, 2013 18:29:34 GMT -8
It was like watching Agave be slowly pulled out of the trance Dionysus had put her under in Greek legends, only to find out that the “lion’s head” she had been parading around her city and father was actually her son’s head mounted on a pike. And not only that: she and her sisters had been the ones to slay him and rip his body apart, just as they had done to other men that had stumbled upon them in their enchanted state. Emptiness settled across Alina’s expression as the absolute bloodlust was temporarily calmed, and then the horrifying realization of what she had done hit her like a brick wall. And while she ran to her dead fiancé’s side, Klaus stayed right where he was, continuing to shush the child in his arms – and somewhat succeeding since the three year old had now dissolved into quiet blubberings as opposed to his previous shrieks and screams – and half-watching the hallway where Alina had disappeared.
He had nothing to say until she slowly made her way back into the living room, and even then Klaus kept quiet for a moment, simply watching her. It was true: this all was entirely tragic and horrible. It wasn’t quite as the hybrid had planned it, but he couldn’t deny that it had worked out well for his purposes. After all, Alina had successfully been turned into a vampire, and now owed him a debt outside of his little “offers” of the enchanted necklace and easy meals. She had taken care of the latter for herself just now anyway. But now, well, she also owed him for saving her son from her intense bloodlust. That had to count for something, didn’t it?
So yes, for Klaus things had worked out pretty well, and he didn’t entirely regret his actions either.
Alina finally went about answering him, but with a question of her own – an accusation actually. Klaus met her hardly-contained anger with a rather blank expression, without a care or concern for her problems with what he had done. There was some part of him that felt bad and sympathetic, of course, but this was business for him and there was no room for such feelings. Compassion was a condition of the losing side anyway, and Klaus was never on the losing side. However, while Klaus was unaffected by Alina’s sharp tone and breaking voice, her son was the exact opposite. The child’s distressed wails rose quickly in volume and he squirmed in Klaus’ hold. Irritation flashed across the hybrid’s features and he shifted Aidan so that the boy could do nothing but look up into his eyes.
“You need to forget everything that happened since you stopped for ice cream. You fell asleep on the car ride back and this is all just a big nightmare, okay? Mommy will make it all better later, just go back to sleep for now,” he muttered, eyes not leaving Aidan’s until the boy quieted down, eyes drooping closed in that quick way that only children can fall asleep. Of course, the compulsion didn’t hurt things.
Now cradling the slumbering child, Klaus focused once more on Alina, as if the whole distraction with Aidan hadn’t even happened. “I wouldn’t stand in the way of a vampire and their meal – that’s just not smart. And not only was Liam more filling, but you had already latched on by the time I could make a move.” He shrugged. “That’s it, really. Your son’s just lucky I was here.” His grin was once more slipping onto his expression, and it grew wider when he glanced down at Aidan before returning his eyes to his little vampire.
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Post by Alina Renee Carter on Jan 12, 2013 18:35:23 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px crimson solid; border-bottom: 10px crimson solid;] at the beginning with you (WORDS) 1,170 (TAGGED) Klaus (Outfit) Click! As she slowly made her way back into the living room that she had cleaned only earlier that day, although that seemed like a lifetime ago now(no pun intended), Alina couldn't bear the thought of what she had done. Just that morning, she had been a normal mother and fiancee who had done nothing out of the ordinary for anyone who lived as she did. Breakfast, wishing her family off, tidying up anything that seemed to be out of place; some might have considered the routine to be boring and plain but the simplicity had been her happiness. Never having known much outside of that, she would have been perfectly content to continue doing those things for the rest of her life if it meant watching her son grow up as she and Liam lived out the rest of their lives surrounded by the love and happiness that they shared as a family. Of course, none of that was possible now. What had started out as a day like any other was now her biggest nightmare. The worst part about it was that there was no waking up.
That being said, it wasn't hard to pinpoint where her day had begun it's steep decline down into the pit of horror and despair that she now found herself in. The strange conversation that she'd had with her father was the whole reason that she was in this mess and Alina couldn't help but wonder if she would still be 'normal' if he'd simply been honest with her from the start. While she didn't want to admit it, the fleeting thought began summoning up a mixture of doubt and anger with such intensity that she felt physically sickened by it. Had he told me what was going on, I never would have let him in, she told herself silently, not wanting to place the blame on anyone and yet she couldn't seem to help herself. My day would have continued like any other and Liam would have still be alive. How the hell is that fair. If anything, his cryptic remarks did nothing but put everyone at risk. It hurt her heart to even consider such possibilities, but her brain had nowhere else to place the blame at this point so he was really her only option and so her mind seemingly ran with it.
It was only when she finally dragged herself back to the present and noticed her attacker standing with little Aidan in his arms that Alina realized once more that her father wan't the one to blame. No, he most certainly wasn't and that was a fact. Regardless off what consequences might have been set in motion by his actions, she knew that there was no way he would have ever meant her harm. He was trying to protect me, she reasoned with herself, shooting a glare the man who was inevitably the source of it all. He may not have succeeded but Dad's intentions were pure. I know that he would never, ever wish for either myself or Aidan to be harmed. Turning her attention back on the young man who had led her to become the heartless monster who kills those she loves without a second thought, Alina wasted not another moment on the rather pointless 'blame game'. Though she wasn't exactly sure that she wanted to know the answers to all the thoughts flitting through her mind, the exception was the one she voiced without hesitation.
It was far too easy for her to convince herself that Liam's life could have been spared and so the question of why it hadn't been was the first one to leave her lips. Unfortunately, the mere sound of her voice sent Aidan into hysterics once more and she watched in horror as Klaus turned the one person she had left so that all her son could do was stare into the older male's iron-like gaze. Instantly afraid of what he was about to do to her son, Alina felt the rage began to fill her once more as she stepped forward before remembering that she couldn't enter the sun protected space unless she wanted to burn again. "Don't you dare hu-" she began with a growl, her voice fading into nothing as she listened to Klaus seemingly command the toddler to forget what had happened before sending him off to the land of dreams without so much as blinking an eye. Unsure of what she had just witnessed, all she felt was fear at the idea that Klaus might have someone hurt her son mentally. "What the hell did you just do?" she asked incredulously, having no idea what to think about the event she'd just been subjected to. "Is he going to be okay?"
While some might consider it just a little odd that she was now inquiring after her son's well-being when she'd only just tried to kill him mere minutes before, the fact that she had brought Aidan into this world meant that they shared a bond that couldn't be imagined unless one had been subjected to it themselves. Granted, she wasn't sure how it worked with whole 'I'm going to black out and try to kill you' attitude that had overwhelmed her moments before but she was still a mother above all else, right? The answer that she was met with in response to her earlier question, however, was not one that she had expected or appreciated by any means. "Aidan's lucky that you were here?" she shot back, unable to believe that he viewed himself as some kind of hero. The thought alone was so sickening to her that she couldn't help but wonder whether he honestly had some horrible mental disorder or if he was just simply insane.
"If you had never come here in the first place then they would both be perfectly fine and I would still be human you imbecile! Liam, my fiance, is dead because of you so how in the hell does that make any of us lucky?" It was only then that she was shocked into a silence by a random thought that seemingly decided to her her head unbidden. Figuring that there could be no harm in asking, she surprised even herself at how quiet her voice was when she spoke again. "I don't even know your name," she said softly, unable to understand why she even cared about something so trivial when everything else had just been torn away from her. "You seem to know everything about myself and my family and yet I know absolutely nothing of you. Who the hell are you and what do you want...from me?" The question might have seemed stupid from an outsider's perspective but there was no way that his choosing her had been random. What she wanted to know now was his reason for subjecting her to all of his and she figured that she at least deserved that much. Nada...really xD |
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Post by Niklaus "Klaus" Freiherr on Jan 12, 2013 18:36:22 GMT -8
It was amazing how quickly Alina went back and forth in regards to her son. It had been the threat of him being harmed that had convinced her to give in to drinking his blood to start with, and Aidan had been the last and first thing she had thought about when she was killed and then revived. But then her utter terror about what could happen to him and her fiancé had vanished the moment the blood lust overtook her, and after murdering the older of the two men, she had turned on her three-year-old without a thought besides the thirst for his blood. For a long moment, he had been nothing more than a snack to her, something to help satiate her burning thirst when her almost-husband hadn’t been enough.
The only thing that had kept him safe then was Klaus and the sunlight that barred her way to her meal. It was also convenient that she had already felt the harsh burns of the light on her skin, otherwise she might have launched herself at him and the child in his arms with no thought of self-preservation.
And now, after she had slowly come out of her little fugue state and realized just what she had done, she was snapping at him again not to hurt her child, fear breaking across her features along with her anger and the obvious hatred she held for the hybrid. Klaus sighed, as if all of the supernatural world should have been common knowledge to her already and he was tired of explaining things. Of course it was a lot to take in, especially if you had just killed your fiancé and almost killed your son as well, but she really didn’t seem like she would be willing to sit and listen to him. So, instead, he got to deal with her short questions when they popped up, like now.
He gave his head a small shake and answered simply, “Of course he’ll be fine. All I did was compel him.” The hybrid glanced back down at the now sleeping child once more before he decided to expand his answer a bit more – after all, he doubted Alina would be content with what he had said. The girl had a temper on her, that was for sure. “A vampire has the ability to alter thoughts and memories and even dreams in any non-vampire. Originals like myself have the innate ability to compel other vampires as well.” His voice was rather dull, as he didn’t find much enjoyment or amusement in the lecturer or teacher professions, but his last comment pulled his grin back out as he leveled his gaze at Alina. “You should be thanking me. Now your son won’t have to worry about all the traumatizing memories you just gave him.”
Klaus had expected Alina’s outburst at his comment about Aidan being “lucky,” and he merely stood there with that cocky and unaffected grin of his as she went off on him. “If your father wasn’t a werewolf, if he hadn’t gone running off to who knows where, if you weren’t the best little link that I have to him – trust me, this whole situation isn’t simply because of me,” he answered her, giving his head a small shake. The grin didn’t budge though, and he actually laughed at the next, much softer, comment that sprang from Alina’s lips.
He waited for her to finish her longer question before replying, voice cordial with even a little bit of his usual charm in it. “You can call me Klaus.” He gave a light nod along with the introduction, and leaned back comfortably against the wall behind him as he debated just how to continue. There was a lot the new vampire wanted to know after all, and since Klaus didn’t want to be all long-winded and boring about his answer, it took a bit of thought. “I am one of the Original vampires, created over a thousand years ago, and I personally am the world’s first hybrid: a vampire and a werewolf.” He paused then, letting himself be a bit more dramatic, and appreciating the comment himself. So what if he was a little proud and vain about that little tidbit? It was certainly something no one could blame him for enjoying. Klaus was unique, the first hybrid. He just hoped that he could create more; it was such a shame to be the only one of your kind around.
“I’m looking into creating other hybrids like myself, and for that I need werewolves. I tracked down your father and his ties to a pack, but I need a bit of leverage to find them all, and that’s where you come in. He can’t say no to his one and only daughter, can he?”
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Post by Alina Renee Carter on Jan 12, 2013 18:40:59 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px crimson solid; border-bottom: 10px crimson solid;] at the beginning with you (WORDS) 1,334 (TAGGED) Klaus (Outfit) Click! All the information she now found herself being bombarded with was just too much. Used to everything being simple and straightforward, the situation Alina now found herself in was overwhelming to say the least. Of course, it probably would have been too much for anyone to handle on the best of days but her narrow-minded perspective only served to make it more difficult for the newly turned vampire to cope with it all. Usually, she was able to remain calm and clear-headed when forced into stressful situations but the behavior she'd just exhibited upon waking as an entirely different species from what she'd been her entire life would have been described as anything but what the way she would normally respond. Not even an hour had passed since she'd awoken a vampire and she'd already slaughtered her husband while immersed in the throes of her blood lust and almost done the same to her son. The only reason Aidan was still alive was because of the man who now held the terrified toddler in his arms; the same guy who had done this to her.
As she watched them both, eyes traveling from her son's face to the monster that held him, Alina didn't know what to think. It was as though her mind was so overwhelmed that she wasn't sure whether to be enraged or grateful. He'd made her into this, caused her to murder her fiance without question, and was seemingly pleased with the way it had all turned out. That wasn't the confusing part though, as she could easily explain his actions away as insanity and the fact that he was nothing more than a cruel and heartless bastard. No, the surprise had surfaced the moment that he'd made the decision to save Aidan that threw her into doubt and uncertainty. It doesn't make any sense, she thought to herself irritably, trying desperately to figure him out and failing miserably. If he wanted to be cruel, then why not simply let me kill Aidan as well? He could have saved Liam with no issue I bet, and yet he didn't. So how was that being kind? It was as though she didn't know anything anymore, and the feeling was definitely not one she appreciated.
Her harsh questions having elicited more wails from Aidan's strong lungs, Alina could only watch in terror as the man(or monster as she viewed him) turned her son so that the toddler could look nowhere except for directly into the piercing blue eyes that belonged to her attacker. Unable to complete her verbal warning as she seemingly lost her voice the moment he began speaking, the young mother could do nothing but stand there and stare as her son's eyes suddenly closed on command as the peaceful expression he now wore told her without a doubt that he was indeed asleep; not to mention the fact that it was obvious he didn't remember what had just happened. Snapping her gaze back towards the man, the worry and confusion was apparent in her tone as she grilled him about what he'd just done. Not understanding his answer, she opened her mouth to inquire further only to close it again as he elaborated further on this 'compulsion' concept. It did little to help her understand what he'd just done to her son, but at least she knew that whatever he'd done to Aidan hadn't permanently harmed him.
His last remark coupled by the return of that all-too confident grin caused her anger to flare up once again, however, as Alina let out a low growl that was obviously directed towards him. "That I just gave him? You're the reason that I've become this....this thing. He would have come home to another normal evening with dinner on the table before bath and bedtime if it weren't for you." It was only when she paused to take a breath that Alina realized the truth in his words. Granted, he had made her what she was but he hadn't forced her to try and kill Aidan. She'd done that completely on her own, and the fact that she would have succeeded had it not been for his intervention hurt more than anything. Realizing what she had to do, the newborn vampire swallowed the bile that rose up at just the thought as she lowered her gaze slightly. "Thank you though," she said quietly, unable to believe the words as they left her lips, "for both saving my son's life and making him forget. I couldn't bear it if he knew what I did, or tried to do. He's just a kid, and deserves that much even if I can't give it to him."
That being said, she certainly wasn't about to let him off easy. His remark about her son being lucky drove her over the edge once again, not to mention the fact that he seemed intent on turning her against her own father. While she was angry with him for not letting her know what was going on, Alina loved the man who had raised her far too much to not stand up for him when she did believe that his actions had been to protect her and Aidan; despite the fact that they had failed miserably. He tried, and that's what matters, she told herself silently. Although, he could have at least warned me about what was coming. If he had, Liam might still be alive and we would be safe. Too late now. Unable to keep her mouth shut it seemed, her response was past her lips before she could consider its effect. "Just leave him the hell out of this. You didn't have to come after me no matter what he did. You had other options, and yet you chose to drag me and my family into this. There's no excuse, this is your fault and you know it so quit trying to push the blame on him." Finally, she was beginning to reach her usual sense of clarity that she had for situations such as this one. She only wished that it had come sooner.
Attempting to keep her cool now that she'd managed to get it back, Alina figured that she might as well figure out who the guy holding her son was and what exactly he wanted from her. After all, she hadn't known a thing about the supernatural world before today so how the hell could she really be of use to him? Of course, the fact that he seemed to find her question funny wasn't helping any but she was determined not to fly off the handle again. Instead, she simply glared at him while listening to him explain exactly what he was and why he'd come here at all. A look of surprise momentarily crossed her features, however, as he explained that he was basically the oldest vampire in existence and the only hybrid. Her expression shifted to a dark scowl though, the moment that she realized how smug he seemed to be about this little piece of information. "Well whoopee-freaking-doo," she said sarcastically, "You may be the world's first hybrid but you're definitely not its first arrogant son of a bitch. I've met plenty of those already." Quieting herself as he continued speaking, she couldn't keep a snarl from escaping her lips as he revealed her apparent 'role' in his little plan. "So you're telling me that you expect me to simply go along with all this? He's my father, you idiot! Why would I ever help you when it's obvious you're intentions can't be good seeing as he's on the run from you? Tell me, how stupid do you think I am?" Her questions were more rhetorical than anything else, and she honestly didn't expect him to supply her with an answer. That being said, she had a feeling that she was going to get one anyways; whether she wanted it or not. Nothing to note >.> |
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