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Post by Milk on Aug 24, 2009 21:26:44 GMT -5
"You need my clothes?" she asked, confused as to what he meant by 'wardrobe.' "Do you mean my closet?" She touched her neck, flinching when it didn't have any scars and glancing at him. "What are you?" she asked, voice low and frightened. "Why me?"
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 24, 2009 23:44:15 GMT -5
"Yeah... closet... What am I? I thought that would be pretty obvious. I'm a vampire. Why you? You're alone, not very confident, and actually rather cute - I don't drink from ugly girls." Mansor explained shuffling round the glove-box in front of her for smokes - he had time for a quicky before they reached her house. Finding them he pulled one out and stuffed it in his mouth before lighting it with the cigarette lighter. "You should be honored. How old are you by the way? Still at school?"
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Post by Milk on Aug 25, 2009 7:31:41 GMT -5
Crystal watched him as he spoke, paling a shade lighter at the word 'vampire.' She glanced at her reflection in the side mirror and frowned. Of all the times to be called cute, this was not one she pictured herself in. Her attention was brought right back to earth as Mansor started to rummage around the glove box. She leaned as far back from him as she could in her seat, watching his every movements fearfully. She scowled as he continued to talk and smoke. "I should be honored that I'm being blackmailed and fed on by some parasite?" she shot at him, angry and ignoring his other questions for the moment.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 25, 2009 17:52:56 GMT -5
"You should. I could have killed you." He smiled blowing a puff of smoke out the window. "Besides having a sexy guy like me walking round you, You might become popular. So how old did you say you were?"
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Post by Milk on Aug 25, 2009 18:07:02 GMT -5
"For all I know you probably will kill me when I become useless to you! And my aunt!" She huffed and slunk in her seat, looking depressed. "I'm almost eighteen. It's my birthday next week. I'm still in high school." Crystal thought about his comment on her popularity. "Just cause you're with me won't make me popular," she mumbled, looking around. "Do you still have my cell phone? I want to tell my aunt....what did you tell my aunt on the phone? And why did you smooch me!? I was saving my first kiss for my boyfriend!" Crystal and her boyfriend weren't quite at the kissing and smooching phase yet.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 26, 2009 0:47:26 GMT -5
"Boyfriend eh? Spose that could work." A plan started forming in Mansor's mind. He put is cigarette out as he pulled into Crystals street. "I promise you, you will be popular before I'm finished with you. Don't worry, if you do as I say I won't kill you." He dig round his pockets for her cell as he pulled into her driveway. "I told your aunt we were friends and that you fainted so I would bring you home."
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Post by Milk on Aug 26, 2009 0:51:46 GMT -5
((night))
Crystal narrowed her eyes. "I don't want to be popular." she mumbled and got out of the car once he pulled over. She started to the back of the house, knowing that her aunt would be looking for her and that Mansor could slip in and out of the back easiest. "I've never wanted to be popular." She slid open the door and heard her aunt's voice in the basement. "I'm back!" she yelled to her aunt before heading upstairs. "I still feel dizzy so I'm going to bed now! Night!" She headed up to her room, opening the door and walking into a light pink room with a bed and a desk. No posters and hardly any other decor to speak of. Her closet door was open, and it was filled enough that she had some sort of wardrobe to speak of. Crystal took her shoes off and kicked them somewhere, before grabbing her pajamas and going to change in the bathroom.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 26, 2009 1:13:08 GMT -5
Mansor watched her go up the stairs. He heard her footsteps move in the direction of what he assumed was her bedroom. Didn't want to be popular? Wasn't that something unpopular kids said to make themselves feel better?
He walked out of the house to move his car. Like her aunt wouldn't notice someones car parked in her driveway. Parking the car down the road further he entered her house easily and make his way into her room. Pink. Lovely. Then again she did live with her aunt. Did she really not notice what drinking her blood had done? What his blood had done? Her skin would be clearer, her hair more lustrous, her eyes more sparkly. Vampire blood did amazing things to ones body. Not to mention his kiss had made her lips fuller, more... kissable...
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Post by Milk on Aug 26, 2009 7:22:27 GMT -5
Crystal sat on the bed, brushing her short hair out of its pony tail. My hair has gotten softer...Weird she thought and shrugged to herself as she set her brush down and got under the covers of her bed. "Um....If you need a pillow or blanket or something for my closet, they're in the cupboard outside the bathroom, which is the door to the left of my room." Crystal was laying on her side, her back to the rest of her room while she faced the wall.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 26, 2009 16:01:38 GMT -5
"I won't need them for a while." Mansor replied. "The night is young, and I'm still hungry." He picked up the keys she'd used to get into the house. "Sweet dreams. I'll leave some clothes out for you to wear tomorrow. Just down open your closet while I'm sleeping."
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Post by Milk on Aug 26, 2009 16:49:00 GMT -5
She grumbled to herself about him picking out her clothes and waited for him to leave to pick out her outfit for tomorrow. Once sure he was gone, she got up and out of bed and pulled out anything she didn't need in her closet- a few boxes of unpacked things and her school backpack. She snagged a pair of skinny jeans, a graphic t-shirt, a belt, and her favorite pink hoodie. She put these things on her desk and shoved the unpacked things and backpack into a corner. She got into her bed once more and fell asleep quickly. Crystal did something odd in her sleep almost every night- she sucked on the tip of her thumb. Her aunt was downstairs getting ready for bed, and then the house finally fell silent and dark.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 27, 2009 1:20:49 GMT -5
Mansor spent the night looking through all-night clothes stores for girls clothing. He picked out some black skinny jeans, leather boots with a small heel to go on top, a snazzy belt a cobalt top with a silver sparkle design and a vest to go on top - unbuttoned to show the top off underneath. He accessorized using chunky bracelets a dainty necklace and a couple of rings. Just as well he'd acquired some money over the years. Knowing what he'd picked would be very in soon. he was happy with his purchases.
It was almost dawn when he returned to Crystal's house, picking up what she'd pick out herself and dumping it in the boot of his car where she couldn't get it he laid out the clothes he'd brought her on the desk instead before retiring to the closet and awaiting her rousing.
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Post by Milk on Aug 27, 2009 7:39:36 GMT -5
Crystal groaned in protest when her alarm went off, smacking the snooze button before getting up again. She went to her desk and froze, blinking in confusion. "Where'd...my clothes go?" she mumbled in a scratchy voice to herself. She looked at the closet longingly, and then hatefully. She cursed and pulled her pajamas off and pulled on what he'd picked out for her, stopping when she got to the heals. "...no," she whined and pulled on the shoes over her feet, then slowly walked to her backpack and grabbed that as well. I hate him! she thought angrily as she went downstairs, ate breakfast, and then went out to her bus stop.She hugged herself and tried to warm up as the morning was still a bit chilly. "I wonder if my gym teacher would let me wear those gym clothes all day....?" she mused to herself, knowing her gym teacher wouldn't. She sighed and got on the bus as it arrived, not only getting complimented with surprise by the bus driver, but by very well everyone on the bus. Her bus-buddy, Alena, kept asking what she was doing differently, saying she looked much...It was like someone had given her a make-over in the night.
It was lunch time before Crystal actually paid attention to her reflection. She stared at her fuller lips, her clearer skin, her shiny, silky hair. She gulped and went back out to find her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, Justin, wasn't too fond of her make-over. He said he preferred her old clothes- the ones that nobody noticed. Justin was a very jealous, easily angered guy. Crystal really wanted someone to love her so she overlooked these traits...amongst others. After school when they were alone, and she was telling him about her day, something enraged him and her roughed her up a bit, causing one of the buttons on her vest to pop off. Then he left her alone there, speeding off in his car. She had wanted to get a ride from him after school to her house. Crystal sighed and touched her cheek, which was becoming tender in a few small places. The back of her head hurt too. She stood and started her long trek home, looking at the ground so no one would notice her face.
The sun was just starting to set when she got inside. She quietly walked into the kitchen and then her aunt's bedroom. Good. Not home yet. She went upstairs and pulled off all the new clothes and accessories, and pulled her pajamas back on. She went into the bathroom to see how her bruise looked. It was already pretty small. Wow, it's healing pretty quick. She touched the bruises on her cheek, the back of her head, her stomach.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 27, 2009 15:36:22 GMT -5
Mansor awoke just after sundown. He opened the closet door and stepped out into Crystals room streaching his back out after sleeping in a awkward position. He took one look at the clothes on the desk and grunted. Hearing her in the bathroom, he wandered over and opened the door. One look at her bruised face had him at her side in the blink of an eye. "Who did that?" He hissed grabbing her chin to inspect the wound. Anger flared in his eyes. "Who hit you?"
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Post by Milk on Aug 27, 2009 19:04:04 GMT -5
Crystal glanced up when she heard the door opening and flushed and let out a funny huff noise when he grasped her chin. God, he moved quickly! Damn vampire. She felt her hair raise on her neck as she started to lie to explain. "I fell, no one hit me," she said, avoiding his eyes. "The...the heals," she continued lying. "They...I'm not used to heels, so I fell once...That's all."
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