Tar? I know you're still alive, I know you are... please come back to me... I can't keep on like this. Rayven is hurt... We were out with the pack two nights ago and we got seperated from them.
There were too many of them... We took down loads, but they kept coming. I managed to get Rayven back here, but she's in a bad way... There's no sign of the rest of her pack... and I don't know what I'll do if they find us here.
I've got to go, I have to watch the street... I'm sorry baby... I hope you read this and come find us.
All my love
Jac
Saturday 8 November 2008
Tuesday 4 November 2008
Once upon a time
I'm miles from where you are,
I, lay down on the, cold ground,
I pray that something picks me up,
and sets me down in your, warm arms
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Jac, who didn't have much luck with men. At the end of her wits, she threw her boyfriend out, leaving her to pay the bills all by herself.
To do this, she had to work some extra hours at a local cafe, where she started noticing an unusual yet beautiful woman who frequented the coffee bar. The woman would come for coffee at least once a day, and would often sit in the window, watching the people come in and out.
Jac noticed on a few occasions that the stranger would watch her too.
She found herself strangely attracted to the dark mysterious figure, and one day she finally plucked up the courage to talk to her.
The strangers voice was alluring, and Jac found herself asking the woman to meet with her, overjoyed when she agreed and they went out for a drink.
The evening went beautifully, and by the end of it, Jac was willing putty in the woman, Tarvoris' hands.
Tar had offered to walk her home, but on the way back to her flat from the bar, they were jumped.
Jac was astonished by the speed and strength of Tar, who quickly dispatched two of the assailants. But Jac was caught off guard and grabbed, only for everything to go black.
When she awoke, the whole world felt different. She could see microscopic details, hear sounds from miles away, her movements were fast and fluid and graceful. And there was the thirst. The unbelievable need to drink something... but not anything Jac had ever known.
She panicked and locked herself in a cupboard, until Tar brought her a glass of red, congeiled liquid. Blood. Jac's senses went mad, and she knew then what had happened to her. She was a Vampyre.
She listened for hours as Tar explained everything to her. She was in fact a Dhampyr, like tar who had turned her. She would have died had Tar not done. She said that she would rather be dead, but there was no feeling behind it. She told Tar she was a monster, but secretly, she already loved the woman who had saved her life.
Unable to control herself any longer, Jac threw herself at Tar, and they spent the next 36 hours in bliss. But the bliss was shortlived, and the Vampyre that survived Tar's defence had turned a group of roudy youths into cold blooded killers.
In an attempt to keep their town safe, The pair attacked the coven, only to have to retreat. Tar whisked Jac away to a hotel, leaving her instructions on where to go, should Tar not return. Then she went back to take care of the Vampres.
When Tar didn't return, Jak followed her instructions, only to find herself in a bar in Manchester, owned by a woman named Rayven. Except Rayven wasn't a woman. Rayven was a Lichen, or Werewolf.
Jac sat at the bar and waited for Tar to return to her. It wouldn't be long, she knew. Tar had promised.
Once upon a time... my life didn't seem like a scary story.
Jac x
I, lay down on the, cold ground,
I pray that something picks me up,
and sets me down in your, warm arms
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Jac, who didn't have much luck with men. At the end of her wits, she threw her boyfriend out, leaving her to pay the bills all by herself.
To do this, she had to work some extra hours at a local cafe, where she started noticing an unusual yet beautiful woman who frequented the coffee bar. The woman would come for coffee at least once a day, and would often sit in the window, watching the people come in and out.
Jac noticed on a few occasions that the stranger would watch her too.
She found herself strangely attracted to the dark mysterious figure, and one day she finally plucked up the courage to talk to her.
The strangers voice was alluring, and Jac found herself asking the woman to meet with her, overjoyed when she agreed and they went out for a drink.
The evening went beautifully, and by the end of it, Jac was willing putty in the woman, Tarvoris' hands.
Tar had offered to walk her home, but on the way back to her flat from the bar, they were jumped.
Jac was astonished by the speed and strength of Tar, who quickly dispatched two of the assailants. But Jac was caught off guard and grabbed, only for everything to go black.
When she awoke, the whole world felt different. She could see microscopic details, hear sounds from miles away, her movements were fast and fluid and graceful. And there was the thirst. The unbelievable need to drink something... but not anything Jac had ever known.
She panicked and locked herself in a cupboard, until Tar brought her a glass of red, congeiled liquid. Blood. Jac's senses went mad, and she knew then what had happened to her. She was a Vampyre.
She listened for hours as Tar explained everything to her. She was in fact a Dhampyr, like tar who had turned her. She would have died had Tar not done. She said that she would rather be dead, but there was no feeling behind it. She told Tar she was a monster, but secretly, she already loved the woman who had saved her life.
Unable to control herself any longer, Jac threw herself at Tar, and they spent the next 36 hours in bliss. But the bliss was shortlived, and the Vampyre that survived Tar's defence had turned a group of roudy youths into cold blooded killers.
In an attempt to keep their town safe, The pair attacked the coven, only to have to retreat. Tar whisked Jac away to a hotel, leaving her instructions on where to go, should Tar not return. Then she went back to take care of the Vampres.
When Tar didn't return, Jak followed her instructions, only to find herself in a bar in Manchester, owned by a woman named Rayven. Except Rayven wasn't a woman. Rayven was a Lichen, or Werewolf.
Jac sat at the bar and waited for Tar to return to her. It wouldn't be long, she knew. Tar had promised.
Once upon a time... my life didn't seem like a scary story.
Jac x
Tar
Tar,
Don’t worry about me, I’m safe. I did as you told me, and I’m with Rayven. I got the overnight train, so I know they didn’t follow me. I had to, so I could bring all your stuff with me.
You’ve got to come get it now Tar… Soon.
Don’t leave me here on my own, it smells awful.
I’ll be waiting for you in the bar until you come back to me.
I won’t move until I’m in your arms again, I promise.
Just don’t take too long, please?
Jac x
Don’t worry about me, I’m safe. I did as you told me, and I’m with Rayven. I got the overnight train, so I know they didn’t follow me. I had to, so I could bring all your stuff with me.
You’ve got to come get it now Tar… Soon.
Don’t leave me here on my own, it smells awful.
I’ll be waiting for you in the bar until you come back to me.
I won’t move until I’m in your arms again, I promise.
Just don’t take too long, please?
Jac x
Monday 3 November 2008
In the end, that's all we have left.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
And you bleed just to know you're alive
This is where Tar has been hiding. *Looks smug* I told her I'd find out.
She's gone out for coffee, because I feel too bad about quitting without giving notice, and refuse to go in there. She refuses to drink coffee from anywhere else, so we came to a stalemate.
She gave in first :-D
So I read through her entries, and I sound pretty pathetic huh? Allowing myself to be half eaten (shudder) by Vampyres and then locking myself under the stairs for 3 hours.
Well I'm sorry, but the last 3 days have been very unusual.
It was going to be a big jump for me just to get into Tar's pants. I never even concidered that she might be a Vampyre, or Dhampyr or whatever she is.
I also didn't plan on becomming one myself, although, it is pretty swell.
Hahaha, yes, I am flexing my muscles right now.
I killed a Vampyre last night. It was alot less difficult than I had expected, although I knew the little shit, he and his mates used to come into the cafe and chat me up.
That shouldn't make it better huh?
Well it does so :-P
We are going out hunting for them today as well. Tar says it's below the belt to go hunting during the day, but I think we're gonna do it anyway. There are 9 of them, and two of us. And Tar is stupidly hard, but I'm not... Yet.
Anyway, the whole town reeks of Vampyres. And believe me, they don't smell great. Apparently we smell much the same to them, but I don't believe I could ever smell that bad. Plus Tar's scent is kinda....Earthy. It's nice though, I like it.
Tar said something about Werewolves smelling worse, but I'm trying to block that out. Dealing with the existance of Vampyres is more than enough for one weekend.
At least though...At least I have Tar to hold my hand through it.
And I know she'll always be there.
Because she loves me, and in the end, That is all we have left.
Much Love
Jac xxx
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