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Black and red shoes slid off the polished surface as he stood from the desk chair. Throwing the papers in his hand down, he strode around the large desk and toward the door on his left. The apartment’s land lord had not liked selling them an entire floor of his building, but arguing with their kind never turned out well for the other party. They always agreed no matter what. The flooring changed from carpet to linoleum as he passed through the kitchen. He carefully entered the next room, being careful to ensure that no light from the last room disturbed the sleeping beauty. Making his way around the king sized bed he studies his twin. His gaze lingers on the curved triangle tattooed above one eye and below the other. Symbols that she was a female of their clan just as his meant that he was a male of the same clan. A clan long dead.
Reaching out he brushes a few strands of royal blue hair from her porcelain features. Long lashed eyes flutter open and settle on him. Internally he winces, not meaning to wake his sister yet.
“It’s time to get up now Jez.”  
She sits up slowly, rubbing the sleep that clung to her eyes. Jokey is quick to turn away so she doesn’t see the small, warm smile slowly forming. “You’d better get dressed quickly, we’ll probably have customers soon.”
The rustling of velvet reaches his ears as he makes his way to the door. The lamp on the bedside table lights the room as he leaves, closing the door behind him.
An unsettling feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as he arrives back in the office. Getting down to the floor he presses an ear to the carpeted surface. The door is kicked in as he stands, making him fall onto his backside. Scrambling back he watched as a beast like man bent down a little to get through the doorway.
The jester staggers upright watching as another follows the first. ‘They’re bigger than the files say.’
Malicious grins spread across their square jawed faces as they notice his presence. Before anyone could move the kitchen door creaked open, his twin froze where she stood the look on her face resembling something like a deer caught in headlights. The standoff is broken when a third creature looks in from behind them.
“Get them.”
The jester lunges in the spaces between them and his sister, shoving her back from the doorway. He turns to the oncoming attackers, attempting to concentrate to use his power. A large, clawed hand soon sends him spiralling into the closest wall. Consciousness was quickly leaving as he slid down to the floor.
He was clambering up a hill, his sister close behind him. The heat behind him was turning his exposed arms red with its intensity. Dirt and grass roots buried themselves under his fingernails as his small hands worked in concert with his dirt crusted feet to get him up the rise.
At the top he stood up on his aching feet and turned to stare down at the burning buildings below. Jez soon joined him, cradling their family history in her arms. The deep purple bruise given to her earlier by their ‘guardian’ marred her porcelain skin. He watched some buildings collapse as the flames consumed them, faint screams of people trapped inside reached his pointed ears. He was a little surprised at how quickly the fire had spread, they almost didn’t make it out. A thin hand links with one of his own muddy ones, glancing down he met the worried look of Jez. She was half a head shorter than him and looked fragile with the mark on her cheek.
“We cut it close huh?” he chuckles, glancing back down “but they deserved it. Every one of them deserved to burn.”
His native tongue sounds alien in his ears, her grip tightens in a reassuring gesture.
Her quiet voice is almost lost in the crackling of the fire. “What will we do now?”
He turns away and spies the road leading out of their clans’ town.
“We will survive. By any means necessary.”

Pounding in the back of his head greeted him on his return to consciousness.  The ground beneath him was cold and unyielding, not the apartment floor. Deep, heavy breathing of many mouths echoed around him, the air was stale and held hints of something metallic. Groaning he forces his numb body to stand, blinking at the artificial lights that assaulted his eyes. It became apparent that he had been brought to one of the many warehouses belonging to the beasts’. Immediately his eyes are drawn to the beaten figure at the leaders’ feet. Her clothes were all but shredded, her hair purple in places where dried blood had mixed with blue locks. A large, heavy military boot came to rest on her back, drawing his gaze up to their leader who was comfortably lounging on a deep green couch. The vampire fangs hanging around his neck shifted as he leaned forward to address him.
His metal tipped fangs reflected the light as he spoke, “Finally awake are we?”
Fear and rage held him in his spot, the beasts’ lips turn down a little as he continues, “Shall we make this quick then? I want information…”
The words tumble out before Jokey can bite his tongue, “Why not continue to destroy everything?”
His eyes turn steely at the interruption, but an indulging smile crawls across his features, “You can not rule a kingdom when it is nothing but rubble.”
The jester nods to indicate his understanding as Eciov leans back against the cushions, “I want details on whereabouts of certain individuals, including movements.”
The silvertongues’ eyes flicker from the beast and his unconscious sister, “Then why attack us? We would have given anything to you free of charge.”
A rumbling chuckle resonates around the tin structure, “Old habits die hard. Plus having a hostage ensures that whatever you bring is authentic.”
Gnashed teeth move back and forth at the insult to the quality of their gathering skills.
The beast continues, his tone becoming taunting as he spoke, “We were going to use you and have your sister do the work, but she cast something before her capture that protected you from any harm.”
Jokey’s fists curl at his sides, ‘The spell would still be sapping her of energy even now.’
One of the bare chested creatures to the left of him stepped forward and drops a folded sheet of paper at his feet.
He bends and picks it up as Eciov delivers his ultimatum, “I’ll give you until dawn to collect what I want.”
The jesters’ eyes scan over the page as he unfolds it, observing that they already had the whereabouts and schedules for almost all the names listed.
He slips the re-folded page into his pants, “What’s to stop me from using my powers of persuasion to let us go?”
In response the boot on Jezs’ back applies pressure, her unconscious face contorts in pain.
“Stop!”
Another deep, rumbling laugh echoes around the walls accompanied by quieter chuckles as he lifts the boot. The chuckles follow him as he turns and walks toward the closed door. Loud squeaks assault his hearing as he rolls the heavy door open.
“Remember by dawn,” the leader calls tauntingly after him leaving the threatening ‘or else’ unspoken behind him.
A fading orange sky met him as one of the beings dragged the door shut behind him. A cold breeze blew up around him, sending the chill of the night and the seriousness of his situation through his core. He bends down and pats the dust from his clothes, scowling when half the grime does not move. Straightening he begins his journey back to the office, thoughts of his beaten sister plaguing his mind every step.
Once he had returned he walked through to his sisters’ room. Pausing he allows the familiar scent of his sister to calm his nerves before continuing through the curtain that separated their rooms. He grimaces at the clothes strewn about the floor of his bedroom. Knowing most of it is clean he picks up a set of jeans and a plain green button up shirt. He peels the grimy clothes off of his slightly built frame and slips on the new clothes. An uneasy feeling spreads through him at the odd feel of the different materials. Crouching he fishes the folded page from the black and red pants bunched on the floor. His feet then carry him to the office, specifically the filing cabinet set behind the large desk. The rails squeak as he tugs the first draw open, he separates the files individually scanning each name.
An hour later he had separated all the papers that the beast leader had wanted. Only two names remained. Two people that they had never needed to collect movements for. The jester sighs and begins the long task of copying out the required information.
Two hours and a hand cramp later, Jokey is re-sorting the original files into the metal cabinet. With this done he collects up the copies and stuffs them into a shoulder bag that was stored under the desk. His shoes squeak against the boards as he makes his way out of the apartment and onto the street, heading to his next destination.
Slipping past the sleeping feline, Jokey sneaks into the elevator and comes out on the reception floor. The feathers on top of the receptionists’ head fluff up and her wide eyes narrow as he saunters toward her.
“Can I help you?” she asks, tilting her head slightly to the side.
‘Let the power flow with the words,’ he reminds himself, making eye contact with the receptionist.
I need schedules for a couple individuals,” he smiles, leaning casually on the counter.
He watches as her body shudders in an attempt to break from his control.
Within moments her eyes turn misty and a complacent smile spreads across her features.
The ruffled feathers settle down, “For who?”
Jack Weaten and Nikolas Miles,” he answers easily.
Her head bobs in understanding as she sifts through the papers in front of her.
She pulls a printed table out from under a stack and places it in front of him.
The words ‘Doctor Jack Weaten’ are printed neatly to the left of the page. Jokey slips the work schedule into his shoulder bag while the receptionist continues her search. A frown paints her rounded features as she places another page in front of him.
“This is Nikolas’ old opening hours,” she states nervously, her eyes darting between him and the scrawl.
Why has he changed?” he presses.
She fidgets in her chair before answering, “Nikolas was changed into a vampire.”
Blue eyebrows shoot into his hairline, ‘well that is interesting.’
Don’t worry about it,” he smirks, adding the page to his bag. “ When the elevator doors close I want you to forget everything that just transpired.”
He swivels on the spot not waiting for her answer and stalks back to the elevator. When the doors are millimetres apart the woman blinks her eyes in rapid succession. He slumps against the elevator wall, breathing a sigh of relief as the box moves down one floor. The doors roll open and the silvertongue is quick to leave, fear for his sister beginning to grip his soul.
He glances up at the pale semi-circle in the sky, noting that it was now almost directly above him.
Turning on his heel he takes up a swift pace down the street, travelling in the direction of the warehouse he had woken up in earlier that evening. Jokey arrives at the tin structure almost an hour later. The door is wrenched open before he can knock. Steeling his nerves he steps past the creature that was just over a head taller than him.
He strides in and stops just a metre away from the lounging beast. Jez was seated beside him on the couch, one of Eciov’s claws rested against her exposed neck. She resembled something of a porcelain doll in the way she held herself, only her eyes reflected the pain and fear running through her mind. Her brother notices that the beasts had taken care of any open wounds, any other study is stopped by a twitch from one of the claws. His gaze flickers to the glowing golden eyes of the leader.
Keeping eye contact the silvertongue slides the bag off his shoulder and drops it to the floor. Neither Jokey nor the king moved while another creature came forward and snatched up the bag, sorting through its contents. When the check is complete Eciov shifts his claws and Jez slides from the couch, her bare feet slapping the concrete as she approached. His eyes did not leave hers until she was standing by his side.
“There is something I should probably add that was not written on anything,” he states, meeting Eciov’s eye once more.
The beast gestures for him to continue.
“Nikolas Miles was recently turned into a vampire.”
With that the pair pivot together and walk toward the exit.
Jokey doesn’t relax until they are back at their apartment, where he sits his sister in a chair and looks her over. He scowls at the various marks littering her body along with the bandages. It deepens as his eyes fall on her swollen wrist, she winces as he touches the bloated tissue.
“Looks like we’re going to the doctors,” he sighs, standing straight.
She nods and stands, wandering toward the door. A pale hand catches her before she can get past him.
“Perhaps we should get you a little cleaned up?” he suggests, guiding her toward her room.
“If you need anything, I’ll be right outside,” he half smiles, closing the door gently behind her.
  • Mood: Questionable
  • Listening to: Beast- Nico Vega
  • Reading: Cetacean notes
  • Watching: the screen
  • Eating: nuggets
Up until recently I thought that all emotions stemmed primarily from Happiness and Sadness.
Although, last night I read something that stated that all emotions stem from Fear and Love. On the bus today while making a loom band for someone I reflected on this, realizing that it makes total sense. You can categorize almost any emotion into Fear and Love.

Happiness comes from being around people/things you love, the same thing could be said for contentment. its just on a different level.
Stress comes from fearing about not being able to achieve something we want. Greed comes from the fear of losing what is around us, hence we grab as much as we can. It could also be seen as a fear of not being recognized for who or what we are.
These are just a few examples I've rationalized. 

Thinking about it really kind of cleared up a few things about emotion for me.

There's just one little thing I couldn't really place but I think I have it.
Calm is where fear and love are at equilibrium. That or our minds' haven't decided on whether we should be fearful of what is going on.

Other emotions could probably fit into the half way category but I can't really think of any at the moment (feel free to leave one you can think of :-P)

***

That's that part of this over. 
Why no updates recently? Well Uni has taken a bit of a huge step forward and my inspiration has gone off on long service leave, along with my creativity. 

All I'm getting at the moment are half-baked story ideas and images I know I can't draw with my slowly ebbing skill level :P
Why not draw more often? People ask. My response is either no time or what can I draw?
One thing I want to write which is something I may post after I've finished 'The City of Dark Powers' keeps sitting on the edge of my mind. Silently taunting me with little ideas.... Someone somewhere (inside or outside my mind) is being a real sadistic little... *ahem*

I know I mentioned in my last journal that I wouldn't post anything anymore. Well that rough patch is mostly gone and I have a little more confidence in my abilities (barely). Plus those who don't like my 'arc' based writing style had best stay clear of the next thing I write too. BECAUSE that is going to be a whole load of mini arc and short stories probably. If I can ever get my act together.

Then again as I mentioned, Uni has gone 'Hello I'm here to load you with some very vague reports that you have to do'. 
*Sigh* I love science soooooo much right now :P

This will probably be all from me for a little while at least...

TTFN

CCN
He wakes on top of his bed sheets. A childish laugh echoes out in the hallway, blonde eyebrows come together as he slides out of bed following the sound. Bare feet glide out into the doorway and into the elevator, the doors slide closed behind him. He turns to select a floor, finding his destination to be pre-determined. The glowing ‘J’ flickers off and the sliding doors open allowing the scent of fresh blood to flood into the small space. His fangs elongate instinctively as he breathes in deeply. Licking his lips he follows the smell to the first door, he pauses outside the mostly closed door listening to quiet but, familiar laughter resonating inside the room. Interested he pushes the door open, his jaw drops in horror at the sight before him. Grey glazed eyes stare up at him from the floor, he manages to wrench his gaze to the boy kneeling over the bloody mess that used to be Nikolas’ chest. He immediately recognised the vibrant orange-red hair of the child.
His voice trembles. “Romeo? What have you done?”
The child’s sea green eyes gleam in the hallway light as he turns to face the vampire, clenched in his right hand is a wide, bloody knife. The incubus stands and steps in his direction, a smile lighting up his cherubic features, “I’ve made it so we can play together.”


Blue eyes snap open and the vampire bolts upright in bed, a horror filled cry escaping the back of his throat. The sound dies out and he sits still. The image of Nikolas’ corpse still imprinted in his mind, as it fades his blue irises dart around his surroundings slowly recognising the closed curtains that surround his double bed. Instinctively he reaches out to his side, feeling for his sleeping partner. Panic rises, his hand doesn’t feel any contact with a sleeping body.
The older vampire frowns when Nikolas leaves their shared bedroom, his pyjamas bundled in his arms.
“Aren’t you going to stay with me?” he asks, stopping him in the doorway. Allan should have anticipated his next words.
“I think it’s best that we keep our distance for a little while.”
A familiar ache returns to his chest. “How long is a little while?”
The response is a slight shrug of his shoulders before continuing down the corridor to the spare room.

He takes a deep breath to calm himself before sliding toward the hanging fabric to his left. Since the night of their return to Limbo, Allan had been having bad dreams and each day he had abstained from interrupting his partners’ sleep, fearing that he would make the distance grow. Pushing the velvet curtains back he sleepily stumbles toward the closed door, once in the corridor he feels along the wall continuing to the spare room. The vividity of the daymare driving away the tiredness trying to claim him.
Finally reaching the last door on the left he plunges the handle down and eases into the room. His eyes adjust to the gloom, fixing on the unmoving rise under the duvet. Bare feet quickly pad toward the bed instinctively seeking comfort from the images plaguing his mind. There is a brief pause and sigh of relief before he is crawling under the thick covers, his thin arms wrap around the other sleeping vampires’ waist. Within moments he was back to sleep, a slight smile decorating his features as he slept.      

***  

The first thing he becomes aware of as he wakes is a constricting feeling around his waist. A poking sensation between his shoulder blades joins the constricting feel. Groaning he slowly blinks his eyes open, silver irises slide down to stare at a pair of pale arms. Confusion clouds his mind momentarily as he brings his own hands up to free himself from the body-hugging prison. A quiet whimper resounds from behind him and the grip around him tightens. An eye twitches in irritation as he tugs at Allan’s arms. Somewhere in the back of his mind he feels something dark begin to respond to his rising frustration. He stops his current actions and relaxes against his partner trying to discourage the feeling spreading in the back of his mind. Happiness overrides his initial frustration forcing the dark feeling to recede, leaving him to enjoy the loving embrace.  
Eventually Allan shifts and releases his hold, allowing him to sit up. Glancing down he watches as the older man yawns and leans up on his elbows. Nikolas calmly slides out from under the covers and approaches the folded clothes on top of the dresser. Half way through dressing the older man speaks, his words are hesitant and timid, “I’m sorry. I know you want space it’s just I… had trouble sleeping yesterday.”
Worry blooms and is almost instantly suppressed as he finishes buttoning up his bone white shirt. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Not bothering with his dark grey jacket he slides his socked feet into worn sandshoes before exiting the room. The closed elevator doors grow larger in his field of vision. Jabbing the button he taps his one foot impatiently, listening to the whirs and inner-workings of the pulleys as they move up and down the building.  
“I’ll see you downstairs then,” the blonde man calls as the bell pings.
He lifts a hand to shoulder height acknowledging that he had heard Allan before stepping into the small space and selecting the dining floor.
A buzzing sensation started in his stomach as his hand hovered over the selection panel, by the time the doors opened again the sensation had developed into a churning feeling that was making its way up his spine. His throat has suddenly become bone dry, making it hard for him to swallow. Trying to get the rising thirst under control, he saunters out of opening doors and toward the humming rectangular boxes to the right of the floor. Different shaped auras lit up the few guests seated around the table, his gaze locks with the one eyed teens’ as he passes. A shiver of irritation crawls up his spine at the knowing grin plastered on the slightly round cheeks.
The radiating glow from around the Will-o-wisp fades as he begins to speak, “Does Nikolas want to know something interesting?”
His eye twitches at the older beings’ teasing tone, “Can it wait a few seconds?”
A thoughtful look develops in Gelus’ eye as he taps his chin with one finger, “Gelus supposes so. Why is Nikolas so grumpy this evening?”
He grips the fridge handle and yanks the door open, not bothering to grace the boy with an answer.  
‘Calm, just stay calm and take it one day at a time,’ he repeats internally, attempting to keep the demon at bay.
Retrieving his four bags for breakfast he slides the door closed and turns to place them on the table. The bell dings and he instinctively turns his head to see the arrival, thinking it would be Allan. It was not the blonde vampire that stepped out. Any idea of calm soon flew out the window as Vyvian stepped onto the floor closely accompanied by a voluptuous red haired woman. Sea green eyes lock with his as they peek out from behind the new guest.
The one eyed boy mock sighs with irritation, “Drat there goes Gelus’ news.”
Sharpened claws dig into the plastic in his grasp as infuriated silver eyes fix on the glowing boy next to him. The dark feeling pulsates and grows slowly, claiming his mind as he bares his elongated fangs at the Will-o-wisp. “How long have you known?”
Gelus’ smile grows a little wider. “A night or two, Gelus wasn’t sure if Nikolas wanted to know.”
His free hand twitches and curls into a fist, the claws elongate until they are digging painfully into his palm.
A quiet whisper in the back of his head shocks him, shattering his haze of anger. ‘Kill him.’
Shaking his head he turns away from the dining table and shuffles toward the bench.
Ignoring the advance of footfalls he pulls a tall glass from the cupboard at his head height. After he’d finished the first two bags someone clears their throat behind him.
Licking the last of the blood from his lips he turns to face the woman who had just stepped out of the elevator.
“Can I help you Miss?..” he asks politely, making sure not to look her directly in the eye.
“Joy,” she smiles pleasantly, “I don’t mean to be rude, but are you Nikolas?”
He nods slowly, unsure where the conversation was heading.
Lush lips pull back into a smile, “I thought so, my little Romeo told me so much about you and Allan.”
“I hope he enjoyed his time with us,” he answers quickly, trying to reach the end of the conversation.
A few strands of red hair come loose as she nods her head enthusiastically.
“He enjoyed it so much we decided to stay over one night,” she gushes, glancing down at Romeo who was hidden by the counter height.
“That’s great,” he comments, forcing a smile. “If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Actually I was wondering if you could show us to our room.”  
He feels his smile waver, “Of course not, would you like me to show you now?”
Her gaze shifts to the counter behind him a small frown settles on her features, “Not right this second, we can wait.”
He half turns back to the bench following her gaze to the two full bags of blood still resting on the counter, “Romeo never mentioned that you were a vampire as well.”
“He isn’t mama, I watched him eat actual food,” the unseen boy protests.
Flashes of the night he was changed run through his mind, “I was recently attacked and in turn changed.”
He notices delicate eyebrows raise a slightly as her smile lessens.
The guests behind them continue to chatter, Nikolas turns fully and reaches for the third bag, using his claws to tear an opening in the flimsy plastic.
“We’ll wait for you to finish your meal then,” Romeo’s mother states, he hears her heels drag in the carpet as she turns her back to him, “Come and sit down at the table Romeo.”
Shoes slap against the linoleum floor and an enticing heart beat approaches from behind. Vyvian appears in his peripheral vision as he brings the third glass of blood to his lips. His eyes slide over to her and he sees a feline shaped glow radiating millimetres from her skin.
He swallows a few mouthfuls before lowering it to the counter. “Can I help you Vyvian?”
“Are you going to tell Allan that they’re here?”
Before he could give his answer the bell for the elevator echoes around the chatter of the guests.
“He’s about to find out,” Nikolas mutters, lifting the glass.
‘3, 2, 1…’
“Allan!”
The rest of the glass quickly disappeared and the fourth bag was being poured. His gaze slides back to Vyvian who was watching the scene behind him, a worried frown etched on her face. The fourth glass is quickly drained and he rinses the glass in the sink.
‘It’s just one night. One night,’ he reminds himself, swivelling to face the rest of the floor.
An ache begins to settle in his heart at the sight of Romeo clinging to one of Allan’s arms. His eyes flicker to Allan’s expression, he notices that his partners’ smile is strained and doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
Relief washes through him as Vy tugs on his shirt sleeve. He turns his gaze down and raises an eyebrow at the young woman.
“I can help Allan with Romeo, if you want,” she offers, turning her head in Allan’s direction.
“It’s not up to me,” he replies evenly, striding toward the curvy woman who was smiling at her son.
A tight smile stretches across his face as he stops next to the woman. “I can take you up to your room now if you want.”
Her return smile is dazzling, “That’s good, Romeo we have to go now.”
The boy whines, the noise grates against Nikolas’ sensitive ears. “I don’t want to go mama. I want to stay down here with Brother Allan.”
“I’m sure Allan has things he needs to do,” the woman frowns.
Vyvian steps in before Nikolas can speak, “Allan and I can look after Romeo while Nikolas shows you to your room.”
Romeo’s mother hesitates before nodding and turning to face Nikolas, “Can you show me where our room is?”
“Of course,” Nikolas nods and gestures toward the elevator, “After you.”
Joy giggles and links her arm with Nikolas’, walking with him toward the elevator.

***

Vyvian watches Allan’s reaction as Romeo’s mother walked with Nikolas to the lift. A delicate pink eyebrow raises slightly as his smile turns into a hard line, his gaze trained on their linked arms.
“Something wrong Allan?”
He doesn’t respond until the pair had departed. “No, it’s nothing.”
“Allan, I want to play,” Romeo pouts, tugging on his arm.
She watches as the strained smile returns, “I have to have my breakfast first.”
“After?” he grins.
The vampire nods and pulls his arm free of the child’s grasp. “Of course.”
She reaches out and grabs Romeo’s arm before he can follow Allan to the fridge. He frowns at her and looks her in the eye. Vy manages to break eye-contact before her mind is completely fogged with thoughts of the boy.
“How about we go and sit at the table while Allan has his breakfast?” she suggests, tugging him toward the very long hard surface in front of her.
The boy huffs and slumps in a chair, crossing his arms. She takes the seat next to him, glancing down the table at the other guests. Combinations of claws and patterned skin move through the air as some get into their topic of conversation. Feathers or fur raise in agitation when they bump each other, but no words are spoken. A tugging of her shirt hem draws her attention to the boy on her opposite side.
“Is Allan upset with me?” he asks cautiously.
Her answer is slow and hesitant. “No.”
“Did Nikolas upset him again?” he frowns, a thoughtful look developing in his eye.
It takes all her strength to not snap in irritation at the child, instead she chooses to shrug her shoulders.
Allan soon joins them and the trio shuffle to the lift. The doors roll open, Joy steps out without Nikolas.
Vyvian chooses to ask the question written on Allan’s face, “Where’s Nikolas?”
Her perfectly sculpted eyebrows come together, “He excused himself… I think he mentioned something about a gym?”
“He went there a lot when I stayed too,” Romeo pipes in.
Confusion settles on Allan’s features and he turns his blue eyes down to Romeo, “He did?”
The incubus nods his head.
“I never knew he used the gym,” the vampire frowns.
The voluptuous woman clears her throat, turning Vy’s attention from the confused vampire. “Where were you three heading?”
A small smile crosses the were-cats’ features as an idea pops into her mind. “We’re going to the library.”
“We are?” Both Allan and Romeo asks simultaneously.
Her smile widens as she nods and guides them both into the open elevator.
“Sounds like fun,” the red haired woman smiles, stepping out as they step in.
The doors were soon closed and the lift on its way up the building.
Vy bites at her lip nervously before finally turning to face Allan. The warmly dressed man raises an eyebrow at her.
“How come you didn’t know Nikolas uses the gym?”
“I suppose he went during the day when I was asleep,” he shrugs.
Romeo tugs at Allan’s sleeve, “He also went there after all the arguments too.”
Vyvian watches as his fists clench at his sides, “All of them? Even when Marcus was here?”
Vyvian fixes her gaze on the panel of buttons, “He did excuse himself a couple times. We thought he was going to try and fix things.”
The elevator doors slide open, revealing the red carpet that lined most of the other floors.
“Look we’re here,” she states, forcing enthusiasm into her tone.
Romeo tugs Allan out of the elevator, following her down to the door on the left.
She swings the library door open and turns back to the trailing pair, noticing that Allan was staring intently at the closed door opposite her. The ever so faint sound of chains creaking meets her ears. Vyvian watches blue eyes glance between Romeo, the open door and the closed door. Making the decision easier for him, she reaches out and snags the incubus’ free hand.
“Come on Romeo, let’s go.”
The boy resists her tugs, “What about Allan?”
She hears a click and squeak, “I’ll be there in a minute.”
When she turns back the door is slightly ajar and Romeo is still tugging to try and follow him.
The corners of her mouth turn down as she continues to pull him into the book filled room.
“Stop pulling,” she growls, managing to get him past the doorway, “he’ll be back in a second.”
His tugging becomes more insistent as he whines, “I want to stay with Allan!”
“He’s…”
A wave of dizziness washes through her, starting at the hand she is holding the boy with. Romeo easily pulls away and races through the gym door. Growling under her breath the were cat staggers after him ‘bloody brat’.
She saunters through the nauseating stench of stale sweat, eventually catching up to the boy who was peering around some equipment near the boxing bags. Quiet conversation reaches her delicate ears, “You’ve been distant ever since we got back and it me it’s killing me Nikolas…”
Respect of privacy and curiosity war inside her, the latter eventually winning out. Vy is soon leaning over Romeo, trying to hear the entire conversation.
Allan continues. “If you don’t feel that way about me anymore I understand I just…”
“It’s not that,” Nikolas interrupts, she can hear the underlying pain in his words.
“Then what is it?” his partner exclaims, the words bouncing off the walls.
“Complicated. Very complicated.”
A frustrated sigh fills the void between the necromancers’ words. “Try and explain.”
She imagines Nikolas running a hand through his hair, a gesture she thinks he picked up from the doctor. “Do you remember what I told you about the link between the notes and myself?”
“You said that they put the soul of one inside you,” Allan pauses, “and that it was supposed to slowly merge with your own, to make you one of them.”
“And while I was alive it was supposed to stay dormant so we would merge without it devouring my soul.”
“Did you turning into a vampire affect that?” Allan questions, worry heavy in his voice.
Bitterness laces the younger vampires’ words. “Dying apparently ‘woke it up’ so now it is constantly trying to take over my soul and claim this body for itself.”
“It can’t do that!”
Vyvian winces at the loud protest, instinctively covering her ears.
“It can and will if I don’t watch how I feel and react to different people and… situations.”
Moments tick by before Allan responds, “But I can help with that, if you’ll let me.”
It’s at that moment that the incubus chooses to step around the corner, “But what about play time?”
Sandshoes shift on the mat around the corner. Vy groans and steps around the corner, glaring at the top of Romeo’s head.
“You’re only here for one night Romeo,” Allan states, his pitch slightly higher than normal.
Vy watches as his head bobs up and down, “yeah, but we might come back.”
“Why not just live here?” she hears Nikolas grumble under his breath.
“I was going to ask mama to get Allan to come live with us.”
Vy dared to remove her eyes from the red head to see the pairs’ reaction. Nikolas’ face was stoic, his bandaged hands fists by his side. Allan’s blue eyes dart between the boy and young man standing just behind him. Surprise and worry mixed in their depths.
The young boy continues, “Mama says you can come live with us and she’ll pay you to watch me while she goes to work.”
Nikolas speaks before Allan can answer, “That may be good for you Allan.”
Vy’s jaw drops and her eyes widen at the nineteen year old.
Allan swivels around in a blur of motion, “What!?”
“I don’t want to risk harming you if I become unstable,” he explains, “plus you enjoyed entertaining him when he was here last. It’ll be a much better life for you there than here.”
Vyvian detects low notes of pain in the following words, “It wouldn’t be a life without you in it.”
Allan’s arms sneak around his partners’ waist and pull him closer, Vy feels her cheeks start to warm as she turns away from them.
While her back is turned she hears Allan whisper in a barely audible tone, “I need you to live Nikolas.”
Quiet sniffling fills the small space, the were cat glances down at the boy in front of her.
A frown of concern tugs at her features as she crouches down to his level. “What’s wrong Romeo?”
“I-I wanted Al-llan to sstay wi-ith me,” he hiccups as twin tear tracks make their way down his face.
The young woman bites on her lip, trying to find words to try and soothe the boy. ‘This is why I don’t deal with children.’
“Sometimes, we don’t always get what we want,” she says slowly, rubbing his shoulder reassuringly “and sometimes we do.”
Nightmares end
Apologies if the end appears abrupt I just thought it seemed appropriate...

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She stirred quietly and levered herself up onto her elbows. The irkens' back creaked as she sat straight.
"Nice sleep?" a snarky voice hissed. Glancing down she found a white pawed cat staring up at her.
'Not again,' she groans internally.
"You've really fucked up this time haven't you?" she continues, watching as the scientist stood from her desk.
The scarred and high collared teens had materialised side by side against the opposite wall. Half lidded red eyes stared into her own. Half the time she wondered why those two were human. Then again the others didn't make sense either.
"You were a little slow to realise this time. Or perhaps you were too lazy to act?" Zip drawled, a sarcastic smirk lighting his features.
Her gaze slides to his companion who continued to half glare at her, silently fuming as he had for their last few visits. Nut had never quite understood what she'd done to earn his hostility. Her small spherical room suddenly felt very cramped and it was only going to get worse. She knew it would. What happened next shocked her a little, after all who would expect an apparition of your new alter ego to materialise on your bed. The way she lounged was as if she belonged in it.
Her grin was far from friendly, "Hey Nutty, you never mentioned you had imaginary friends."
"They're more like personal tormentors," she answers.
A younger voice whines behind her, making her flinch, "Gelus does not torment Nut."
"Neither does the bunny," the cat chimes in, "but he doesn't turn up very often."
"What is it you want? Aside from my eternal misery."
"Nothing else, just that," Psy smirks nastily.
Irritation claws its way into her squeedilyspooch as she takes a seat on the edge of the bed, "so what did I fuck up with this time then?"
She jumps down from the table, "surely that's obvious."
"Why not enlighten those who are to intelligent to realise?" the scientist sighs.
Her mirror chuckles and sits up on the bed, "everyone is turning from you Nut. Even those you thought you could trust."
The cot frame groans under her as her grip tightens on the metal structure. Moments later her shoulders sag, "so what if they do? I've only ever needed M3."
In her peripheral vision she watches Gelus fade from blue to a pale purple. The colour of confusion. "What about your feelings for Rie?"
"They aren't that developed."
The one eyed monster titters, "Gelus knows Nut is lying. Gelus knows Nut loves Rie but she won't admit it because she knows what Rie thinks of Nut."
"He thinks you're a monster," Vy hisses menacingly, the words send shivers up her spine "and he's right too."
Sleeved elbows lean heavily on her knees, "I know I'm a monster."
"What was that?" Psy grins, showing her pointed teeth, "I didn't quite catch it."
Rage surges through Nut as she stands from the cot, she glares icily at the cat and repeats the words through gritted teeth. "I am a monster."
The air shimmers and M3 is immediately by her side. His eyes reflected the colour of human hazard lights, "is everything ok master?"
She manages to pull a weak smile together. "Everything is fine M3, go back to Zerk."
The SIR hesitates before nodding and disappearing in the same manner he had appeared.
"You have no right to be happy you know," the black feline states matter of factly, swishing her striped tail.
"I gave up on happiness long ago. It's an impossible, unreachable thing for a monster like me."
The room stays silent as she slumps in her office chair. On the wall are various blue prints and scribbles for older ideas.
"What about Nuts' feelings for Rie?" Gelus asks quietly, a sad note in his tone.
"I can't act on them," the scientist sighs dejectedly, "I've ruined his life enough just by being associated with him. Plus monsters don't love Gelus."
"Gelus is a monster and he knows love," he points out as the sound of his shoes echo toward her.
"You're a monster of feelings Gelus, it’s how I imagined you."
Gelus doesn't argue because he knows she's right.
Her gloved hand reaches out absentmindedly and snatches up a pen. Round and round it goes between her fingers, she hoped that they were done with their conversation.
"So what now Monster?" Psy asks sarcastically.
Her antennae twitch in irritation, apparently they weren't.
"I've considered ending it all," she muses brokenly, "I'm not really needed anymore after all."
In a flash her alter ego is leaning over the desk, if looks could kill Nut was sure that she would have been dead at least twice over. "Don't you fucking dare. I finally got what I wanted and you're not screwing it up for me."
"I said considered," she states calmly, "but with the armada still in existence the NI's still need some protection."
Vy visibly relaxes and pushes off the desk, returning to her last position.
"So the Monster is going to protect her creations, how noble," the cat sneers, leaping onto the desk "and what about after that?"
Her thoughts falter, "I guess we'll see when that happens."
"It'd be a shame to end up dead," Zip yawns.
"Zip doesn't do much anyway," the voice behind her chair comments.
Her focus fades and she stops paying attention to the conversation as it continues. Nut watches the pen twirl between her fingers, eventually she regains awareness of the room. Glancing around she finds that they'd all faded again. Looking down at her desk she finds one word scratched into the metal surface 'MONSTER.'
She nods to herself once the initial shock had faded.
'Yeah Psy I know.'
Return of the tormentors
Was not feeling the happiest when this came to me and while writing it. I'm better now though. Hope some of you find it interesting...
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I didn't like what I wrote last and I don't know what to write now...

I like reading, drawing and writing (the last two should be obvious if you look in my gallery).
Favourite things...
Colour: changes
Food: also changes
Tv show: Invader Zim, Angry beavers and assorted anime's
Music genre: depends on my mood (well my iPod's mood really)
Band: I like different bands

Things I dislike...I don't feel like listing anything for this.
Interests
  • Mood: Questionable
  • Listening to: Beast- Nico Vega
  • Reading: Cetacean notes
  • Watching: the screen
  • Eating: nuggets
Up until recently I thought that all emotions stemmed primarily from Happiness and Sadness.
Although, last night I read something that stated that all emotions stem from Fear and Love. On the bus today while making a loom band for someone I reflected on this, realizing that it makes total sense. You can categorize almost any emotion into Fear and Love.

Happiness comes from being around people/things you love, the same thing could be said for contentment. its just on a different level.
Stress comes from fearing about not being able to achieve something we want. Greed comes from the fear of losing what is around us, hence we grab as much as we can. It could also be seen as a fear of not being recognized for who or what we are.
These are just a few examples I've rationalized. 

Thinking about it really kind of cleared up a few things about emotion for me.

There's just one little thing I couldn't really place but I think I have it.
Calm is where fear and love are at equilibrium. That or our minds' haven't decided on whether we should be fearful of what is going on.

Other emotions could probably fit into the half way category but I can't really think of any at the moment (feel free to leave one you can think of :-P)

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That's that part of this over. 
Why no updates recently? Well Uni has taken a bit of a huge step forward and my inspiration has gone off on long service leave, along with my creativity. 

All I'm getting at the moment are half-baked story ideas and images I know I can't draw with my slowly ebbing skill level :P
Why not draw more often? People ask. My response is either no time or what can I draw?
One thing I want to write which is something I may post after I've finished 'The City of Dark Powers' keeps sitting on the edge of my mind. Silently taunting me with little ideas.... Someone somewhere (inside or outside my mind) is being a real sadistic little... *ahem*

I know I mentioned in my last journal that I wouldn't post anything anymore. Well that rough patch is mostly gone and I have a little more confidence in my abilities (barely). Plus those who don't like my 'arc' based writing style had best stay clear of the next thing I write too. BECAUSE that is going to be a whole load of mini arc and short stories probably. If I can ever get my act together.

Then again as I mentioned, Uni has gone 'Hello I'm here to load you with some very vague reports that you have to do'. 
*Sigh* I love science soooooo much right now :P

This will probably be all from me for a little while at least...

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