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Post by gwennieME on Aug 11, 2010 17:12:59 GMT -5
Reaver felt the blood drain from his face as he stood in the hallway to Trisha's bedroom. The blood trail on the floor leading to the room had caused his gut to drop to his feet, and the bloodied hand prints on either side of the door way signaled a struggle.
He stumbled forward, his wide red eyes locked on the bloody mass on the white carpet, a vivid color splash against it's paleness.
He fell to his knees with a choked moan, his leather gloved fist shoved into his mouth.
His sister's once beautiful blue eyes were a lifeless, dull gray; a sad comparison to the life they had once had. As he crawled towards he he had to halter, jerking to the side as he retched up blood, another dark stain against the white.
His forehead against the carpet he choked back his sobs. His fault. This was all his fault.
"Reaver...." He jerked up with wide eyes as a grip came around his ankle, and turned in horror to see his sister's dead body crawling at an awkward angle towards him; her broken neck twisted almost all the way around and staring up at him.
Reaver jerked awake with a scream; his bare chest covered with sweat and his hair slick on his face. He stared around him, expecting to see his dead sister still crawling towards him on the bed but she was nowhere to be found.
A dream. Only a dream.
The same one for the past week.
Running a shaking hand over his face he pushed his sheet aside and stood naked before stumbling to the bathroom and shoving his head under the sink and turning on the cold water.
He inhaled a hiss at the sensation before turning it off and shaking his head much like a dog.
He leaned against the wall with a deep sigh. If this continued he'd never get any sleep. Walking from the bathroom he glanced at his clock.
One in the fucking afternoon. Just fucking great. He wasn't suppose to be up for a good six hours. What was he suppose to do now?
Walking to his closet he pulled out a pair of leather pants and put them on then grabbed a black tee and his motorcycle jacket.
He also put on his gloves and boots, followed by his sunglasses.
Might as well get out now that he was awake.
Walking to the apartments small kitchen he grabbed a pill bottle and popped the top, swallowing one of the tiny yellow pills that allowed him to walk in the sun.
The Regis's scientist had created it a few years ago, and though Reaver usually hated going out in the sun, even if he was able, he couldn't stay in the apartment anymore or he'd go fucking crazy.
Grabbing his keys he left the apartment and made his way downstairs to his bike.
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Post by Milk on Aug 11, 2010 17:28:55 GMT -5
Georgia was typing away at work, finishing up her latest article to send to the editor. With one last touch, she sent it in and stood. Her work was done for the day. She grinned and stood slowly, wincing. Her leg was acting up today, something it rarely did. It'll pass eventually, she thought and limped from her desk to the door. She was about out when her boss hit her up with a new job. "I want you to do an article about the Enforcers- the men behind the task force," he stated, smiling at her in his usually leery way. He was a young shifter, still hot and bothered by everything with a vagina.
"Of course, just send me the questions and I'll get started on it tomorrow," she answered and limped out to the bus station. She took a seat and rubbed the top of her thigh, frowning. Stupid limp she thought and looked around. She saw a hot dog stand not far from the bus station, and she knew of a nice Chinese restaurant around the corner. Her apartment wasn't far from the apartment she lived in, and she usually walked home. Frowning with dilemma on what to get for lunch, she finally flipped a coin. "Heads I'll get lunch, tails I'll go home," she said. It was heads. With a grunt of determination, she headed to the Chinese restaurant.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 12, 2010 9:04:29 GMT -5
Reaver killed his engine and used the toe of his boot to push out the kickstand of his harley before pulling off his black helmet and squinting through the glare of the sun at the old Chinese restaurant that he frequented on days; or nights, like this.
This being when his mood was fouler than a Catholic priest at an all girl's boarding school.
It was on days like this that he wished he was human; only so he could shove a shot gun in his mouth and blow his brains out. Yeah, sometimes being immortal really sucked balls.
He grabbed the keys from his bike and shoved them into his motorcycle jacket; and as a sudden and biting November wind shot through him he also wished that vampires weren't impervious to cold. What he wouldn't give at that moment to have a good old teeth chattering human existence.
Not that his life had been any better when he was a human; fuck, it had actually been worse. But if he had had the choice he would have chosen death in an instant.
But those days were far gone.
Grabbing his sunglasses he perched them on the brim of his nose before walking into the restaurant. He knew how people reacted the moment they saw the red glare and he really wasn't in the mood to stare into the faces of fear and disgust at the moment.
Entering the small restaurant he headed straight towards the back and to the kitchen.
Chow Fee glanced up as he entered and the old man's face lit up, a wide smile breaking his lips and his old black eyes growing a bit paler.
"Péngyǒu!"
Reaver gave a small smile at the man, musing on how he always called him Péngyǒu; which was 'friend' in Mandarin. The old man had complained once that Reaver wasn't a fitting name; and had then since called him by the Mandarin dialect.
"Hope you don't mind my visit." Reaver said and Chow Fee waved him away with a tsk.
"I always enjoy you're visits. Let me finish this rice and I'll be out in a minute."
Reaver's smile widened this time and with true feelings. The old man always did love working in the kitchen; even when he was the owner of the restaurant. He said that cooking calmed the soul.
Hmm, maybe Reaver should get back there as well.
Chuckling at his own thoughts he left the kitchen and entered the main part of the restaurant, picking a table near the back and sliding into it's seat.
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Post by Milk on Aug 12, 2010 11:04:39 GMT -5
Georgia finally made it into the restaurant. She leaned against one of the walls, rubbing her gimp leg and closing her eyes. Goddamn did it hurt! After resting for a few moments, she continued to the host stand, where they told her to sit. She took a booth along the walls, not far from where Reaver was so she was out of the way when she stood again. She pressed her back against the wall and lifted her leg onto the seat, and closed her lids, breathing slowly and wishing her limp to return to its normal unfeeling self.
A menu was dropped on her table, and she snagged it and began to distract herself with what to order for lunch, and what to order for dinner.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 12, 2010 12:25:16 GMT -5
Reaver glanced up from reading the label on a bottle of soy sauce and saw a woman sit a few booths away from him. He absently took in her appearance, immediatly discovering that she wasn't human. Or at least not full.
She was just too....more. If that made sense. Her hair was more shinier, more glossy and faintly glowing with blonde, and her eyes had been more beautiful and clear than a normal humans.
He vaguely wondered if she even realized it.
There were thousands of humans walking around with some type of immortal blood mixed in they'r'e veins and they never even knew about it. These were usually the people that were stunningly beautiful, surprisingly smart or tremendously strong.
A lot of the drop dead gorgeous super models, people high in government offices and world class fighters were prime examples.
Reaver had always wondered what these people would say if they were to find out that they were the very creatures they feared in they're nightmares.
His gaze darkened then with thought. These people were also the one's who turned into mass murderers and terrorists. They didn't understand the uncontrollably stirring within they're souls, the urge for something they had no idea of.
And apparently that was where Reaver came in.
Don't get him wrong, he could really give a shit less about right or wrong, but after his little 'mistake' last week where he had ripped a demon to shred's he had unfortunately been recruited by the Regis to become a member of the Enforcers.
Just the mere memory of that night was enough to make him bare his fangs in distaste. He hated the job, but it seemed he was stuck with it now. And all for doing a little justice in this world.
He fisted his hand tight around the soy sauce bottle before it busted in his hand.
Letting lose a long line of foul curses he grabbed at the napkins and began whipping it up; his blood in with the mix. He didn't have to look at his hand to know it was already almost sealed shut once again.
"You don't know how to go a day without breaking something, do you?" Chow Fen asked as he approached and Reaver snorted.
"Just be glad it's not someone's face." He muttered and grabbed the wet cloth the man handed him.
"How has the job been going?"
"I want to kill the bastard that got me into it."
"Well don't do that. I'm sure murdering the Regis will lead to a far more harsh punishment than killing a wanted demon."
Reaver arched a brow. "Yeah well, it might just be worth it. Besides, it's not like they can kill me." He added bitterly.
Another fucked up thing about him; and there were many of those, by the way.
But the one that had to irk him the most was the fact that he was immortal. And when he said immortal he meant truely immortal.
Which was usually impossible. You could kill everything. You just needed to know how. But no, not him.
He had been drowned, burnt alive, crushed to death, hung, stoned, beat to death, buried alive, and hell, even fucking beheaded.
That one, he was sure would be the end of him. But no. He had woken up the next night bright and skippy. Head intact.
How the fuck does that happen?!
Sore with the thought of it he pushed it aside and cleaned his hands of soy sauce.
"Half of the fucking Enforcers are nothing but pussies who get hard on's at the sight of blood."
Chow Fen arched a brow at that. "Kind of hypocritical, isn't it?"
Reaver actually laughed at the man. "Smart ass." He muttered. The man was talking about the reaction that all vampires got whenever they drank blood. Yeah, they got hard on's.
Even if you weren't horny, you'd still have a raging boner that suggested otherwise.
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Post by Milk on Aug 12, 2010 12:36:58 GMT -5
Georgia heard something shatter and looked at the man in the back, frowning. She adjusted her seating position and searched him for the answer, finding his hand and what looked like glass and soy sauce sticking to it. "Why on earth..." she mumbled. Recognition hit her then and she stared at her apartment...mate.
"Are you okay?" she called out to him, looking slightly worried. The man was huge- he looked like he could be part of the Enforcers. He was handsome too, much like the men she wished she could score on Eharmony. No, she kept getting paired with dull people, humans. At this point, all she wanted was one one night stand to satiate her for a little while.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 12, 2010 13:01:30 GMT -5
Reaver glanced up in surprise as the woman spoke to him. He sat for a long moment in silence before Chow Fen cleared his throat and arched his brow.
"Uh...yeah. Thanks?" He said, the last word sounding more like a question than a reply.
The old man chucked before him and Reaver glared at him before glancing at the woman again, a frown catching his face as he tried to place her.
It seemed like he had seen her before, but for the life of him he couldn't think of where.
He nodded to her in thanks again before uncomfortably looking away.
"Sometimes I think there's no hope for you." Chow Fen said in amusement and Reaver shot him a glare.
"You don't have to think. There isn't." He bit out in annoyance but the man only grinned.
"When are you going to settle down with a nice girl?"
Reaver arched a brow. "Sometimes I think you don't even know me."
"Is it that impossible?"
Reaver's gaze grew dark. "You know it is." He said softly and the old man's face grew sympathetic.
"We all have to come to terms with our past's."
Reaver leaned forward with a hiss. "I have, believe me. I do every got damn time I close my eyes. I'm unable to sleep because it's all I can fucking think about."
"That's running from your past, not facing."
"Can we cut the bullshit? I didn't come here to hear you going all prophetic on me."
Chow Fen sat back with a heavy sigh. "I owe you my life, and I will never forget what you have done for me, but because I have had the chance to see that part of you that no one else has, I know that you also long to escape the binds of your past and be free. The only way you will be able to do that is to come to terms with what was done to you."
"What was done to me no man, let alone boy should ever go through. The only way I'll ever be able to forget about my past is if someone wipes it from my memory." Reaver bit out angrily.
He surged to his feet, glaring down at the old man. "God damn! I don't need this shit, Chow Fen." He hissed before grabbing the closest chair and throwing it against the wall. It split into a dozen pieces and flew around the room. Without another word he stormed out of the restaurant.
Chow Fen heaved a heavy sigh before informing everyone in the restaurant that all was well.
He turned to the pretty blonde then, looking at her with a smile before standing and walking towards her. "Mind if I sit?"
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Post by Milk on Aug 12, 2010 13:07:22 GMT -5
Georgia had just turned away when she heard yelling and a horrible shattering noise. She closed her eyes and took ten deep breaths, counting to ten. When she opened her eyes, she looked at the shattered chair and slouched down in her booth, breathing slow. Goddamn, I hate this time of the year. My ptsd is at its worst, she thought and checked her pulse. It was an angry man I live near throwing a chair with shattering force. That's all.
Her eyes flitted up to Chow Fen. "Oh, please do," she answered and sat up again, fixing herself. "What's with him, if you don't mind my asking? He could've seriously hurt someone..." Not to mention that was a stool that belonged to a business. And he'd scared the shit out of the humans in the place.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 12, 2010 13:16:56 GMT -5
Chow Fen puckered his lips in thought a moment as he sat. "He's had a hard life; you mustn't blame him for that." He waved his hand then. "It was a pretty cheap chair anyway." He said with a wide grin. "I don't think I've ever seen you before. Do you come here often?"
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Post by Milk on Aug 12, 2010 13:20:32 GMT -5
"I don't come inside often, but I order in plenty of times," she answered with a grin. "I got off work early today so I came inside and sat down...That guy lives at the same apartment complex as me..." She explained. "Do you know what he usually orders...I mean...He came in but didn't order, he's gotta be hungry...." Alright, aside from scaring the hell out of her, she was worried about him, amongst other things. "My name's Georgia," she said, supplying her hand.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 12, 2010 16:14:10 GMT -5
Chow Fen took her hand in a gentle shake before releasing her with a wide smile. "My name's Chow Fen; feel free to just call me Fen if you want." He added before glancing at the door where Reaver had exited with wide eyes. "Péngyǒu lives in the same apartment as you? Isn't that interesting." He said with a strange glint in his eyes. "I could tell he was trying to remember where he'd seen you before. He must not even realize it."
He drew back with a smile, looking her over. "So what kind of work can a beautiful woman like yourself do?"
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Post by Milk on Aug 12, 2010 17:22:54 GMT -5
Georgia grinned. "I bet not. I'll bring him some food later, since he didn't get to eat." She said, looking down at her still unread menu. She looked back up when he asked what she did. "Oh, I'm...I'm a writer for a magazine, it's a small time thing though," she said, unsure if Chow Fen was human or not. If he wasn't, then the magazine she wrote for was actually pretty big. Almost like Time but for creatures.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 12, 2010 17:26:00 GMT -5
Chow Fen grinned. "I love writers, always so intuitive and smart." He leaned forward. "Are you working on an article now?"
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Post by Milk on Aug 12, 2010 17:29:20 GMT -5
"I start a new one tomorrow. It's an inside look at a group of people, a task force. Lots of people don't know much about them or the men in the group, and are just wanting to know whose behind it and what not...I'm really excited to write this article- or articles, it looks like it might be separate interviews or something....I have full control, so I'll figure it out later tonight," she answered.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 13, 2010 9:37:19 GMT -5
Chow Fen frowned. "What type of task force?" He gave her an apologetic smile then. "Forgive me if I seem prying, I tend to meet someone for the first time and treat them like we've known one another forever."
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