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Post by dreamer on Jun 17, 2009 11:53:37 GMT
Zavier considered what she had told him. She certainly wasn't as old as him. He remembered very little of his human life, though perhaps that was for the better. He knew he was dying of the plague, he knew we was saved by Sylvia, though he remembered little else. Of course he remembered everything about his vampiric life, every city he had visited, every person he had met. The vampiric memory was a strange thing to say the least. Sometimes it was a curse to have such a good memory.
'You despise your Sire?' He could never depise Sylvia, she may not agree with him on certain things, but then again she had saved him, how could he not respect her? He thought for a moment as he headed towards Cal Anderson Park, away from the huge sky scrapers. 'Our life is what you make of it... There can be so much more to it than night dwelling...' He had many years of being alone to realise that. 300 years was a long time and he had learned so much in that time. |
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Post by epuffgirl on Jun 18, 2009 22:11:33 GMT
"No," Zarah said, "I don't despise him. I don't like him very much though..." Zarah thought of how to word it. "I suppose it is just that he ended my life when I still had so much time to live it. I always saw him as a bit selfish for that, but I don't despise him." She didn't like him. He was kind, but he wanted her to stay with him. She didn't like feeling controlled by him to stay. He annoyed Zarah in the time they had been together. Explaining too many things, and telling Zarah about some ways of life that were far too dark for her to live. She'd broken free, and he let her regretfully, but Zarah could never like him.
"He, well, Chris... He looked at life a lot differently. He wanted, of course, not to be alone... But I couldn't join him in his ways. I don't always like being in the shadows. I wanted to be able to enjoy my life more, and so I left and went to different cities. I'm not sure I'd say I despise him, but I do not like Chris." Zarah hoped that telling another immortal so much of her story wouldn't end up crashing back on her in the end.
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Post by dreamer on Jun 25, 2009 11:54:26 GMT
Zavier listened to what Zarah had to say about her Sire. It was sad that it had to be that way, but sometimes a fledgling had to find their own path away from their creator. He nodded slowly thinking of how the differences between him and Sylvia had torn them apart, he often wondered where she was and what she was doing. He tried not to linger on those thoughts for too long though. 'It sounded selfish indeed, my changing was very different... My Sire was my salvation.' He sighed out of habit, he had picked up many human habits from living so closely amongst them. 'We had our differences, but I can truely say I loved her. Though it was our differences that pulled us apart. There were certain things she could not accept of my chosen style of life, so we parted ways.'
He kicked a piece of garbage on the walkway and watched it scoot away and hit the wall, with perhaps a little too much force than needed. Being a vampire in a mortal world was a hard life, but it was the only world he was used to. He wondered what would have been of his life if he had stayed with her... Very different to what it was now. 'Maybe one day though, we will meet again. I find it hard to let go of my past sometimes, it saddens me greatly sometimes.' |
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Post by epuffgirl on Jun 26, 2009 17:16:58 GMT
Zarah nodded at all Zavier said. It all made sense. Zarah noticed something around then about the way Zavier talked. Just slightly, it sounded like he was from a long time ago. Zarah was curious, and so she decided that she might as well ask him. She'd answered his questions. "Zavier, how old are you?" she finally asked feeling odd. It was such a funny question; one that the human world avoided most of the time, but it was not a problem for vampires. Zarah just wanted to know that bit of information, just because she was truly curious.
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Post by dreamer on Aug 4, 2009 6:34:11 GMT
Zavier smirked ever so slightly as Zarah asked how old he was. It was a question he got asked a lot, by vampires and humans. His looks were very deceiving, though no one ever guessed his true age. He considered a moment what to say to this new found vampire, his eyes searched around their surroundings. He was certainly sure he was far older than Zarah, he knew of only one other vampire in the area that matched his age, not that he had met him yet.
When he was sure there was no one who could hear their strange conversation he answered. 'My sire changed me to save me from the Great Plague in 1665.' It had been a very long time, but he had filled his time wisely, at least he liked to think so. 'I was spared the horrible slow death of the plague, but my family was not so lucky. My turning was a blessing, but sometimes I wonder if it was a curse.' He couldnt deny he loved his life, but seeing his family locked up in their house dying had left scars he would never be able to get rid of. |
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