?I?m the same way with my photos,? Carolina explained, ?I can?t even begin to explain how many albums I have saved on my computer of photos that need to be weeded through.? She looked in the direction she hoped was the lake. ?Sure. Though to be honest, I?m not artistic, at all. I just read more then I should and have a knack for stalker hobbies,? she joked with a laugh. ?I?m with you on the water though. I love looking at it but can?t say I enjoy being in it. The idea of it closing in around you,? she said with an over exaggerated shiver, ?just gives me the chills. Don?t tell anyone, but next to falling to my death, drowning is my biggest fear,? she admitted. ?What about you? What?s the worst way you could imagine dying?? she asked as they reached the waters edge, the wind blowing ripples across the otherwise glass like blue-green surface.
"Lilith. Sam."
A voice with the flavour of violet skies and summer earth echoes through the corridor. A tiny figure stands were before there was none. As you have guessed, it's George, the avatar, It's face still locked in a foolish grin, it's white cloak still not touching the floor. It is slowly truning it's ridiculus head from one of you to the other, then again.
"Good,", he says. "I see you have wisely decided to stop trying to kill each other."
He floats a few meters up into the air, and is now face to face with both of you.
"Come to my office tonight. Both of you. I think we need to talk a little".
As soon as you blink, George vanishes.
"Whoa... that was creepy," Rochelle said to fill the silence left by George's disappearance. "At any rate, let's go, Lillith." She gently took Lillith's arm, careful not to trigger an unwanted reaction.
Where the hell did that come from? Sven thought as the avatar of Oneirius popped in to break up the fight and out as soon as it was through. Sven half-regretted not stepping in himself as soon as things got violent, but half-knew he probably would have been trying to rip Sam the demon apart himself when the avatar appeared. And I promised Dad I wouldn't do that.
He turned his attention to the faerie who had indirectly caused the brawl. "See what I mean? Keep messing with people's minds indiscriminately, and that could be you next." Then, before anyone else could start anything, he looked at the clock hanging at the end of the hallway and headed for where he was supposed to meet up with Mark.
Lillith started breathing heavily, as if waking from some awful nightmare, and dropped down to her regular height. Her eyes darted between each person, now all looking at her as though she'd gone crazy. Rochelle gently pulled her arm.
[small]"I... I don't..."[/small] The Lamia froze up, muttering unintelligibly and staring into her own hands.
"Let's go, Lillith." Rochelle put her arm around Lillith and started leading her away, while Lillith was still trying to figure out what had caused her to attack Sam...
She started to speak again when they were both a fair distance away from the rest of the students. Here voice was a whisper and she could barely form coherent sentences. "I... hurt him... I couldn't stop myself... I could've..." She worked up the courage to feel her top row of teeth, feeling for the telltale fangs that would be showing. Indeed, they were there. She had been mere moments from biting him when Sven and Rochelle had stopped her...
And for that Lillith would be grateful to them both. But if the angel saw those fangs now she would freak out... Lillith covered her mouth with her hands, hiding the fangs, and masked it as a breathing difficulty.
Sam looked at his arm, the Lamia's grip had left a clear mark on his arm, She was serious, But then again she can't come back.
Sam turned rubbing his palm where he slapped Lillith, she had barely even notcied his hand connecting with her face, that was a primal rage.
His mind jumped back to the dream, she was killing him, but the old him, him as an Angel. He needed to have a think, because he didn't have tawny wings. Dreams were powerfull things, they dwelt on the subconsious but can be projected, demons where susceptable to these things. Usualy they were premonitions but sometimes they saw the past as well.
She had been angry at Jon, not him. He needed to talk to him.
Sam tilted his head towards Nathan,
"Yes I agree that would be an exellent idea," he said to him.
"Shh, don't say anything," Rochelle said softly as they walked, noticing that Lillith had trouble breathing. "You don't have to speak. I'll take you back to my room, get you a cool drink. You'll be all right." She smiled and led Lillith into the elevator.
[small]"It's not me I'm worried about..."[/small] she whispered, almost so that Rochelle couldn't hear. If Rochelle hadn't been there... I might have done something horrible...
Rochelle pressed a button and the doors slid shut, leaving them in the elevator until it reached it's destination. Keep calm Lillith. Keep calm. If you explain everything to Mister Oneirius he'll understand. She could feel her fangs starting to retract and started to breath more steadily, glad that she had left the others far behind. Rochelle was here, keeping her safe, and Sven would be explaining what just happened to the best of his knowledge.
"Not you? I don't understand what you're saying, Lillith." Rochelle looked into Lillith's eyes, puzzled. "Do you mean you were... afraid for Jon, even when you were about to attack him?"
She slowly nodded, realising how strange this must have seemed to the angel. [small]"But not just him. The demon. And Sven. And Nathan as well..."[/small]
"Everyone nearby..." Rochelle realized. "But why? Is there something about you that I don't know? Something that could explain why you were...?" She trailed off.
"I..." Lillith paused. Would she really be able to trust Rochelle enough with this information? She was an angel after all, and if Lillith was going to trust anyone here it would be one of them, but...
"You have to understand something... I haven't been entirely truthful with any of you. And it's really been killing me inside..." She gulped, "But before I tell you anything... You have to promise that you'll keep this a secret."
"Of course I promise," Rochelle said. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. "Just wait until we're inside." She quickly escorted Lillith to the room she and Sven shared, unlocked the door and opened it.
Lillith quickly slithered inside, looking around for the spot that most suited her. Deciding it was the best spot, she quickly coiled herself up on a bed so that she was facing outwards towards Rochelle. "Lock the door. You have no idea who might be listening."
Rochelle complied, though not sure why should have to, and then sat down on the bed opposite Lillith.
"Have you ever heard of the succubus?" Lillith asked.
Turning off now. See you tomorrow for explanations and stuff.
"You probably got the child-friendly version, if anything at all." She cleared her throat, getting ready to begin her explanation. "The succubus was a part beast/woman that terrorised villages way back when. She raped and ate hundreds upon thousands of humans every decade."
"And she gave birth to a myriad of other creatures after breeding with about 200 generations of males of pretty much every species known to humanity, and a few that aren't. All of them share her beast-like nature," Lillith explained.
"A few of the species turned into things like the modern day vampire. Barely a succubus or incubus, but still beast-like and rage-filled. And then there's ones a bit like..." She paused, her tear-filled eyes scanning Rochelle's face.
No... You've told her all of this now. You have to finish. You have to let someone know.
"Some are just monsters all the time. Like... most Lamia. But then there are ones that are mostly civilised. Except they lapse back to succubus-like levels of rage and lust with almost no warning..." She dropped her hands from her mouth, revealing the fangs. [small]"A bit like me..."[/small] She prepared herself for the very worst scenario.
You're a murderer! All you are doing is hiding from the truth when it's right in front of you!
After wandering past the administrative offices to pick up another map, Sven made his way to the cafeteria. He didn't see Mark anywhere, so he decided to enter to get some food. He was expecting something along the lines of what his old school had: large, circular tables seemingly littered everywhere and a really long line leading to a small area where the lunch ladies handed you your food. WhaSven couldn't help but let his eyes wander until Mark came from behind and interrupted his train of thought. "What, you were expecting lunch ladies?"
"I guess I was," was Sven's reply. "Now, where are these friends of yours?"
"Probably getting their food. You should try the orange chicken. Most people say it's the best thing on the menu."
Sven opened his mouth to say something when his stomach let out a massive growl. Sven realized he hasn't eaten anything since he got to the school, and wondered why he never felt any bad effects until now. "At this rate, I'll take what I can get," Sven said as he made his way to the food.t he saw looked more like a large fast food restaurant, except much cleaner.
The very mention of the word sent memories flooding back into Dillon's mind - memories he tried very hard at all times to forget about, to push aside. But he could see it so clearly now, every detail of that dreaded day recollected with flawless accuracy. He could hear the rush of the water; the sound of their desperate splashing as they struggled to keep their heads above it. He could hear his own young voice, calling out their names in panic, and see his pale arm reaching towards them as they fought the pull of the river. But what he remembered most was the feeling of sheer helplessness that he had felt as, one after another, they gave in to the will of the relentless water. They had been swept away that day, never again to walk amongst the living, and with them, a piece of him had been taken by the water as well. He had never been quite the same after that, the day he realised that his gifts were but a curse, always ready to hurt those he loved if he let down his guard.
Dillon shook himself out of it, realising that he had been silent for too long.
"Worst way to die..." he murmured as he gazed across the water, his eyes distant and sad. "I guess I never really thought about it. I try not to think about things like that."
Picking up a stone and throwing it across the water, he watched it skip off the surface a few times, before finally sinking to the bottom. "But, yeah, drowning would be awful."
He debated for a moment whether it would be rude to bring it up, but his curiosity got the better of him. "You know the way you're a doppelganger, right? Could you even die from drowning or falling? I mean, couldn't you just find a new body?"
Sorry, I won't be able to post later - I won't be able to get to my computer until tomorrow. =]
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