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Leanna S. Grobain

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Confused Consumer | Arcadia Nov 17, 2013 1:33:01 GMT

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Post by Leanna S. Grobain on Nov 17, 2013 1:33:01 GMT

when the light runs from the day
will the darkness be too much?

For the past few days, the usual pain in her gut had decided to take a short-term leave of vacation, because for once in over.. twenty years or so, those physical pains seemingly disappeared without a trace, and though she did have a slight feeling that it would return eventually, her thoughts and emotions were currently being occupied by something else.

See, now that her brain's not clouded with the two substances that she usually takes- and for some reason, these past couple of days, whenever she tried downing a bottle of whiskey, shoot a string of coke up her nostrils, or even inject a bit of 'the stuff' into her system, she felt nothing. No numbness, no tingling feeling, no spacing outs, and absolutely none of those side effects that you'd get from doing stuff like that. Alcohol still had that strong taste and the afterburn in the back of her throat, but even after downing a whole bottle of it, she didn't feel remotely tipsy.

Was this it? Was this the day where her body had finally absorbed enough of these substances and had mutated into something different? Scientists would surely be interested in the discovery of a younger, female version of Ozzy Osbourne, but she wasn't. In fact, the only thing she's done throughout the entire day was lay in her bed. There were no motivations of going out, there were no interest in getting food and drinks that her body so rightfully craved. She hasn't checked her phone for messages and missed calls, and she hasn't showered- not that the latter even mattered, with her dump of an apartment.

Used syringes and emptied packets of cleaning alcohol lined the ground, alongside scattered pieces of dirty laundry. The girl herself laid on a bed with sheets that have been unwashed for over a few months, clad only in an oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath- which was common comfort-wear, seeing as this was her apartment, and she was the only one person who knew of this place's existence.

Here's the thing about being sober and being drunk, at least for Leanna's case. While drunk, or high for that matter, she was able to not think about where her life had led up to this point. In fact, she was able to cancel out her thoughts altogether, which was why she rarely acted sad during those times, and often showed off the more extroverted side of her that one rarely used to see back when she's still touring around. When she's not drunk, she's not afforded that luxury. Those thoughts, along with her missing her group of friends, her family, being homesick, and sick of the way she's spending the rest of her life, sick of her habits, and just basically feeling sorry for what she's amounted to, it all kind of just hits her almost simultaneously.

It didn't help that the walls of her apartment were decorated with platinum plaques, honoring the sales of her band's records; and guitars signed by different artists, some given personally to her from the individual artists themselves, whilst others were bought with the money she's earned over the years, for sentimental reasons. She didn't know why she chose to decorate this place with all that she had, but it came back to haunt her in more ways than one.

As she laid there, her eyes gazed over the wall filled with her achievements and accomplishments, her lips silently mumbling out the contents of each plaque. "UnFree.. breakthrough artist of the year.. UnFree.. best live rock performance.. UnFree.. best rock album.."

So on and so forth.

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Confused Consumer | Arcadia Nov 17, 2013 7:18:08 GMT

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Post by ARCADIA H. DRAGOMIR on Nov 17, 2013 7:18:08 GMT

"How slovenly."

The voice originated from nobody other than the formally dressed blonde woman of demonic eyes, standing maybe three meters away, near a just-opened window. Had anyone noticed the small bat that landed and, before entering, shape shifted back into a "human", they may have anticipated her impromptu and objectionable arrival. Within her was an irrefutable sadism, and in such she wanted to get under the pinkette's skin right away. She figured, given how little she valued herself, why not prod at her psychologically by going after the things that she does care about?

"Then again, I don't think it can get more slovenly than that girl infatuated with you like some kind of hermaphroditic slug."

Foremost, she resolved to get into her head by emphasizing how many eyes she was in possession of. Would any area promote confidentiality with this vampiress roaming Japan? How did she hear? Did she here about x, but not about y? Oh—! How she loved the feeling of complete and utter dominance, of both the weak and the strong alike. Although today, she must admit, it was downright pitiful and shameless to go for low blows on someone who tasted and breathed rock bottom.

Casually, she proceeded to saunter on over to the fridge, and opened it up, searching it for anything that appealed to her. What with the amount of time she spent scrutinizing its interior, it was safe to assume she didn't find anything she deemed to be of value within. Closing it up once again, she decided to survey the apartment—as patronizingly as possible, walking around and looking at the various plaques lining the walls, and letting out sarcastic, "nice, nice"'s all the way.

"On the brightside, Leanna, I smell something nice on you, that doesn't belong to you at all~ It seems to me that you're already practicing being my siree. I rather enjoy preemptive folk like you."

LAIKA OF GS!

Leanna S. Grobain

Oddity

And yet I fight, yet I fight this battle all alone. No one to cry to, no place to call home..

Posts: 103

Confused Consumer | Arcadia Nov 17, 2013 8:05:24 GMT

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Post by Leanna S. Grobain on Nov 17, 2013 8:05:24 GMT

when the light runs from the day
will the darkness be too much?

Yes, she felt guilty. In fact, aside from feeling sorry for herself, guilt would be the only other emotion flooding her consciousness on that particular evening. Guilt for not returning what was probably an influx of calls from her savior, Secret, and guilt for openly lying to that very same person about how she felt, despite being thankful that the French brunette had nothing but good intentions in mind when she did what she did.. whatever it is she did. Probably slipped some kind of strong drug into her drink that night, as she couldn't even remember much.

Nonetheless, you can quickly imagine the look of shock and disbelief crawling onto Leanna's face when suddenly, her window popped open and a blonde chick started climbing in. If she hadn't lived eight floors above ground, that wouldn't be as surprising, but for some strange reasons she could not place her finger on, this woman looked.. awfully familiar. Familiar as in, perhaps a part of her own mind had created a protective barrier around certain things she did not wish to remember for the sake of not inducing any form of long-lasting trauma, and this person was a part of that which has been blocked. And with the sudden appearance, you can damn well bet that a small breach had formed within the mental shield, causing a slight leakage of blurry, disoriented images to flash before her very eyes at the gory scene she witnessed that day.

That day? No. Impossible. She was in bed the entire day, right? Or was she at the bar? Either way, it was probably the drugs playing a Jedi mind trick on her again. Right..? Of course. It had to be. There was no other way of explaining the blackout of an entire day, and this was definitely the most logical.

"Wh-Who.." The pinkette's unusually shaky voice rang about the room, as if she, along with the reverberations of her sound were all trying to figure out what just- and was happening at that very moment, but before she could even get herself into an upright position, Miss Blondie had already taken it upon herself to raid the entire apartment, but as anyone would expect, absolutely nothing was available when it came to the day-to-day necessities such as food and water.. aside from the half finished bottle of Patron resting beside the pillow she had been previously laying on.

"How.." would be the follow up, asked in the same tone as her previous question. Unless this girl had a harness of sorts, or even some form of equipment that would ensure her safety of ascending the apartment complex, there was no way in hell that a sane person would actually climb this place for no reason at all, with such a high risk of freefalling to their deaths.

"Wh.. wha..?" and after hearing what blondie had to say, it would be blatantly obvious that Leanna was forcefully.. well, forcing herself to forget. Honestly, she thought for sure that she'd be able to get over the whole supernatural ordeal, not only about the blood tendrils and the sharpened teeth sinking into flesh, but also the wings that her savior now possessed, but right now, without the effects of artificial, recreational drugs at her disposal, she figured she'd have a bigger chance of appearing on a Japanese version of the popular reality show, Punk'ed, than what she had realistically encountered.

Confusion definitely dominated most of her thoughts right then, but there was also a side of her that's both terrified and angry at the same time for some unknown reason. Still, what the hell is going on here and why was there a stranger in her apartment?

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Confused Consumer | Arcadia Nov 17, 2013 8:46:35 GMT

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Post by ARCADIA H. DRAGOMIR on Nov 17, 2013 8:46:35 GMT

A sigh escaped the blonde.

"What a waste of air educating someone who is so cowardly they cannot bear to stomach or recall their endless string of failures."

Blackmail and breaking inning didn't say a whole lot for her sense of ethics, which made it all the more hypocritical for her to be preaching about them openly, but that was probably her intention. While she was in the apartment she decided to make herself as home as possible. The sheer displeasure that grew in her eyes surely said wonders about the blonde's exceptionally high standards when it came to housing. Unfamiliar with her modest surroundings, she simply took a seat on the approximate table, and crossed her legs. Well, first she pushed off everything that may or may not have been on it, and then dusted the canvas off with her hand to the best of her ability—then she dusted her hand off.

Unlike the first time where she found great amusement in the general disbelief when it came to her being a vampire, she decided to prove her point right away and establish in stone that she was a supernatural entity. She inwardly remarked how boring it would be if she were to regurgitate happenings similar to last time, and so she tapped into her prowess and—using her ability to shapeshift into a bat, simply partially altered herself to sprout a large pair of demonic bat wings. As a result of new flesh, bone and fat lacerating flesh, some residual blood was strewn messily across the floor from her back. Despite that, she didn't seem to be in pain—or she was extremely used to it.

"There's your answer as to the 'how', my cute little mongrel. Really, I've only visited today for matters that concern me. There's a chink in your armor you've inadvertently created. That's all. I did not come here to counsel you."

For a moment she paused, thinking how she should meticulously word her elaboration with concision, while allowing time for interpretation.

"We've met before. As you can see, I'm not human—I'm a vampire. Why am I here? Within you is blood that intrigues me, for it has dealt with your inflictions, outward and internal. The twist is, it's mingled in with your normal, plebeian blood. It belongs to your friend, whose blood you presumably sampled at some point during this week. So! I did a little research. After having smelled it on you, I detected it in someone else—Secret, I'm sure you're familiar."

She stroked her chin for a moment.

"Without my aid, you've already been exercising a vampiric nature," she giggled. "But, here's the catch. You're the perfect subject to turn. Seeing as I know where she lives—because of you, I can essentially just do whatever I please to said person until you drown in guilt and bend to my will."

LAIKA OF GS!

Leanna S. Grobain

Oddity

And yet I fight, yet I fight this battle all alone. No one to cry to, no place to call home..

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Confused Consumer | Arcadia Nov 17, 2013 18:01:10 GMT

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Post by Leanna S. Grobain on Nov 17, 2013 18:01:10 GMT

when the light runs from the day
will the darkness be too much?

Well.. that seemed to have escalated quickly.

Much too quickly, in fact, for Leanna's brain to process. Alright, time to break it down. As it all began with an insult towards the pinkette in her own home, no less, little Miss Blondie then decided to take a seat by the living room table, after disposing of a not-so-pleasant smelling leather suits of the former rockstar onto the ground. As of this moment, the young girl was still left utterly clueless as to how, why and what this person was doing in her apartment, but from the obvious looks of it, that woman knew fairly well who she was talking to, as per evident in her brash, yet elegant tone of speech.

And so, what would her reaction be to the blonde lady's next actions? Leanna quite literally jumped off her bed and landed on her bottom with a small thud on the concrete ground, but with the situation presented to her at the current time, a light pain shared between the cheeks of her womanly labor didn't seem so important. Quickly, she scooted over to one corner whilst tightly hugging a pillow, as if it were the only protection she had- and, while that might actually be true, in a sense, given how she'd dressed and all, her weak figure could be seen trembling with fear.

Blood splattered over one of her many plaques, and outcame what was the most realistic CGI effect she'd ever seen, except she knew for a fact that her apartment had no such cameras installed, so stalling those thoughts and keeping her fear contained, it wasn't really an option anymore. No matter how she tried bending and twisting the sick reality that laid before her, there was absolutely no other logical way to explain it, other than it being one hundred percent legitimately real. To simplify it, have you ever felt fear beyond comprehension, to the point of when your body alerts your brain with every ounce of muscle fibre that it could muster to get the fuck out of wherever you were, and yet oddly because of it, you couldn't move an inch even if you tried your hardest? Yes, that is exactly it.

The self-proclaimed vampiress then spoke of something that confused the living bejeezus out of her, and so here's what her paranoid self managed to decipher through all those words: Blood, Secret, Leanna's body, vampiric nature. The final summation of all those words equated to something along the lines of.. what the fuck did you just- what the fuck did I.. do.. to Secret..

Between all that's happening, isn't it funny how the first time she's had her system cleared of those two substances in years would end up being one of her most miserable moments? She didn't remember a damn thing that happened after their return from the abrupt field trip. She might in due time, give or take a few days, but she didn't exactly have that much time on her hands right now, did she?

"Don't.. hurt her.. please.." Up to this point of her life, Leanna felt as though everything bad had been her own fault, while everything good came from the working efforts of others. Never once had she taken another person's compliments to heart, but when it came to insults, especially the ones regarding what she's so passionate about, she took everything personally. Being a girl who wears her heart on her sleeve, it wouldn't be hard for anyone to see right through her if they know her well enough. Through that thick hide she's developed over the years to protect herself, both from physical and emotional sufferings, she's nothing more than just a timid.. unconfident.. selfless, and guilt ridden little girl.

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Confused Consumer | Arcadia Nov 17, 2013 23:19:05 GMT

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Post by ARCADIA H. DRAGOMIR on Nov 17, 2013 23:19:05 GMT

As you could imagine, the reaction she garnered was exactly what she was looking for. Fear is animalistic reaction in which the subject becomes anxious in anticipation of danger. Without fear and anxiety the race would surely perish when confronting anything problem that required specific precautions. Unfortunately, that made it the best utensil to use on someone to get them to to what you wanted them to do, and given what she was, it wasn't hard to trigger that kind of reaction from them. In fact typically when she did anything relevant to her powers, thanks to the influence of popular media, people instantly knew what she was, and in an orthodox case they were terrified.

In this case she needed a bit more leverage, which she had obtained successfully. Obviously, this girl cared about the well-being of someone else, someone who was in a weakened state due to their injury, and having actually found her thanks to aforementioned happenings, well, ultimately Arcadia was getting exactly what she wanted. Really, it'd always been like that for her. For as long as she recalled she was strong, she was terrifying, and everything was fed to her by silver spoon. It was no wonder she was so incredibly easy to antagonize.

"Then..."

Arcadia decided to push herself up from her seated position on the table. On a mission to encroach personal space in the near future, the adventive vampire slowly took steps towards the fearful woman before her. She was so weak, so frail and so hopeless—and that was precisely why she was one of the greatest subjects to become strong. She interested Arcadia, who was the stark opposite. Eventually, she came to a stop before Leanna, wings lazily hanging from her back, and a reddish glow starting to accumulate in her otherwise golden eyes. The slits in her eyes were like sharp blades, and their was an eerie warmth to her smile—which, mind you, was more often than not a sneer. Uncanny.

"Will you give up your humanity for her?"

LAIKA OF GS!

Leanna S. Grobain

Oddity

And yet I fight, yet I fight this battle all alone. No one to cry to, no place to call home..

Posts: 103

Confused Consumer | Arcadia Nov 17, 2013 23:53:55 GMT

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Post by Leanna S. Grobain on Nov 17, 2013 23:53:55 GMT

when the light runs from the day
will the darkness be too much?

If there was truly a God in this world, He'd show up now and strike a ray of 'His glorious light' upon Miss Blondie's ass to disintegrate her vampiric form into nothing more than grey ashes. Unfortunately for Leanna, religion - although it was a very interesting subject, one that many people held their own opinions over - and God were two different things, and though one complimented one another, the story of a Big Man chilling up in the skies, she could honestly see more realism within the contents of a novel from the Harry Potter series.

Yes, caring about others would most certainly end up being one's weakest point. Up until now from when she first isolated herself from her friends and family, she hadn't communicated with a lot of people, and she hadn't formed any bonds and relationships with everyone she's met, but that's to be expected from an introvert such as herself. Had she done it on purpose? To live by her lonesome, spending the rest of her miserable days rotting inside an apartment where she would most probably end up dying in soon enough.. Yes, yes she did. In her sick, twisted imagination, she loved humans way too much to want to contaminate them with her very presence.

In that very same sick, twisted mind, Leanna started contemplating on what she could do to solve the issue that laid out before her. After being presented with such a choice from such a menacing individual, you can bet that her paranoia has reached new heights. Though most of her own thoughts are usually trapped inside a box, wandering no further than each of the four walls that held her inside, this time around, she found a breach, both literally and figuratively.

The window was open.

What if.. what if she were to end her miserable existence once and for all? Would that save Secret? Would this vampiress leave her savior alone? Leanna knew for certain that she was the target here, for whatever reason, so in being the target, she held her own role of importance. The role which served to satisfy her pursuers. All of a sudden, being a mere grease spot on the ground didn't sound so bad.

"Wh.. Why.. me.." still, she'd be a fool to not question this supernatural being's motives. There were more than seven billion people in the world, all of which are healthier, stronger, smarter, and overall just better than her. Surely Arcadia hadn't Googled up 'weakest person in the world' and found an identical match with what she's looking for, right?

With every step that the inhuman blonde bombshell took towards her, Leanna retreated further and further until her back was pressed up against the wall, where she'd then use her trusty pillow to shield the look of complete fear from her face from showing. "P-Please.. don't.. hurt me.."

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Confused Consumer | Arcadia Nov 18, 2013 4:49:22 GMT

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Post by ARCADIA H. DRAGOMIR on Nov 18, 2013 4:49:22 GMT

"Hmm..."

While she already had her answer in mind, she decided to spend a few moments pretending to contemplate. A lot of the things Arcadia did could be chalked up to what was more entertaining at the time. She tapped her lip with her index finger, looking upwards, as though this truly required extensive and articulate thought.

"You can't just create a sire bond with someone harum-scarum. You don't want a sire bond, a mother-child like relationship, with someone who's not interesting. Upon siring, allowing each other's blood to course through our veins, a sort of loyalty is forged—even on my end. I'd rather you as a siree instead of a meal, because you have no ego, and you're altruistic. Maybe you'll try to hurt yourself more, but ultimately you won't do anything stupid, with a personality like that."

She paused for a moment.

"And, I haven't had a siree before. Honestly, I don't want the ideal meathead or some psychopath who would love to get their hands on power. No, that's boring and predictable. I can't tell what will happen when you turn, what you'll do, or how you'll feel. As it's amusing, that's something that I'd want to see. You, ironically, are of more value than the people with more value."

Once her explanation was done, she flipped her hair, and mounted her wings onto her back. It seemed that she had one more thing to say about the matter.

"I drink some of your blood, you drink some of mine, and the deal's done. You become like me," she giggled once again, flamboyant and composed. "If you don't, well—I'm sure you already know I'm not the type to have any qualms whatsoever with hurting her. Oh no, Leanna, rest assured. I won't lay a finger on you if you decline, but, those you care about? Your close one? Your relatives? Well, I've always liked carrying out my Dad's impalement method of execution..." A drawn out sigh escaped her.

"If you still have second thoughts, just think it as a way of redeeming yourself for drinking her blood."

LAIKA OF GS!

Leanna S. Grobain

Oddity

And yet I fight, yet I fight this battle all alone. No one to cry to, no place to call home..

Posts: 103

Confused Consumer | Arcadia Nov 18, 2013 5:10:34 GMT

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Post by Leanna S. Grobain on Nov 18, 2013 5:10:34 GMT

when the light runs from the day
will the darkness be too much?

Whelp, it seems that even with seven billion people living on the surface of this very planet, none of them had the 'oomph' that this blonde vampiress had apparently been looking for, and for a brief moment, Leanna began wondering how it would be like to live such a long life, constantly roaming around, possibly taking on different identities for each occasion, all the while keeping a low profile and forming as little relationships with others.

Sounds kind of familiar, doesn't it?

Though the pinkette attentively listened in on the woman's explanation, she couldn't really keep those identical connections away from her head. No, curiosity surely wasn't the only reasoning behind the choice that's been forced up Leanna's ass. There had to be more. Something that even the vampiress herself would not come to admit, and that something- in turn, twisted the once-proud rockstar's mind, transforming her thoughts of fear into something else. Pity.

"You're.. lonely.. aren't you.."

It made sense, didn't it? At least it did for the former Grammy award-winning frontwoman. Of all the people there was to choose from, Arcadia only targeted her- a lonely individual nearing the end of her life, to the point where there'd be more paparazzi at her funeral than her friends and family. Basically, no one would give much of a shit if she were to disappear from this world tomorrow, aside from the one individual who helped rescue her. No one else would miss her, no one else would mourn for her, and no one else would care for her. That's the simple truth, and she accepted it.

"Th.. That's why.. you want me.. another.. lonely person.."

A bold proclamation, that's for sure, but one that she truly believed in. Otherwise, she wouldn't have bothered expending what little energy she had left to muster it out in a verbal response.

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Confused Consumer | Arcadia Nov 18, 2013 8:08:05 GMT

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Post by ARCADIA H. DRAGOMIR on Nov 18, 2013 8:08:05 GMT

"..."

Leanna's words elicited absolutely no words from the approximate blonde. If she was right about Arcadia, then perhaps targeting someone "preferred" like this was a double-edged sword. If there truly was an air of relatability between the two, then she would be able to read her just as she was able to read her; while she could get under her skin, the same applied for her. Whether or not it was true, and if Leanna really had gotten to her with the statement, it could only be discerned through Arcadia's actions. No, she wasn't really used to people going for her psychologically. Not many people had such meager sanity that they'd actually try it—and that was precisely why this person could pull something like that off; because, really, she didn't look like the type who cared if this blonde opened her up with her claws in an instant, or drank her blood until she was dry as sand. Yet, Arcadia did nothing like that.

"Who knows, Leanna. What difference does it make for you if you're right? What do you hope to achieve in deducing the feelings of a monster whose five century long life has been filled with nothing sequential death of everyone and everything close, followed by just general life as a disdained and most importantly recluse demon?"

As though she had come to terms with it, and had no more qualms about the life she had, she laughed, more to herself than anyone else. Maybe she was just laughing to mask her feelings that could have been unearthed, maybe she was just laughing to maintain a remote pretense, maybe she just didn't want to let anyone in, because once she let someone in, in fifty or so years she'd watch them die, just like all the rest, and then, once again, she'd be a pained, aimless hermit waiting for her end.

"What does it matter to you?"

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Leanna S. Grobain

Oddity

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Confused Consumer | Arcadia Nov 18, 2013 8:35:35 GMT

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Post by Leanna S. Grobain on Nov 18, 2013 8:35:35 GMT

when the light runs from the day
will the darkness be too much?

Oh how she wished she could get wasted on booze right now. Maybe then she'd actually be able to form complete sentences instead of voicing her own opinions with only a few words. Still, as shaky as she was, Leanna knew for sure that she was traversing into solid, dangerous ground, but that's never really stopped her to begin with, so why would it start bothering her now? Plus, its not like she valued her own life that much to restrain what she's about to say.

"It doesn't.." Now wasn't that the cold, hard truth. Though she couldn't actually believe that she'd become a therapist for the vampiress, she continued on, enforcing her words with as much confidence as she could muster to get her point across. It was no secret that she loved all humans, regardless of if any of them even loved her back, but would she really have enough love in her to cross her own boundaries? "It could.. but it doesn't, not.. now."

Surely it was a tough thing to deal with, watching everyone you cared, vanish one after the other as time goes on. That's the nature of being an immortal, monster or no monster. You could be the fairest angel in all of heaven, and once you befriend a human, you're going to see him die one day. Such was the fate of humans, being nothing more than physical apparatuses with life imbued into their once hollowed cores.

"But will it.. be any different.. if you changed me unwillingly..? I ain't ever gonna.. forgive you.. and we'd spend more time.. arguing and fighting than we'd be, doing anything else.."

Willingly giving up one's humanity? That was hardcore. Yes, she's heard of fellow rockstars making deals with the devil to to make it to the top, but as ludicrous as it sounds, she couldn't help but to wonder.. was there even an ounce of humanity left within her very soul? She had the body of a human, and a mind that's considered strange for human standards, but that's pretty much it.

"I don't know.. I.. I honestly.. don't.. know.. but please.. don't.. don't hurt her.. don't hurt Secret. She's.. she ain't got anything to do with this.."

Within a month, she's managed to find two people to relate to, and both of them aren't even fully human. Its funny how the world works.

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Confused Consumer | Arcadia Nov 18, 2013 16:41:53 GMT

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Post by ARCADIA H. DRAGOMIR on Nov 18, 2013 16:41:53 GMT

Arcadia mostly responded to the declaration of apathy with an accomplished 'hmph'. Surely she did not expect anyone to care deeply about her after the large assortment of things she's done to them over the last bit of time, and especially after the threats she made towards the person this person considered close. She wasn't convinced that letting anyone in would be productive. In her mind all it would be is another person to get attached to, and then see expire in an amount of time that she considered relatively short. Over the years her will to do that had simply been worn thin, so to say.

And so, maybe she had a point when it came to the hostile relation they'd bear should she force her into this blood pact. But really, had she been telling her anything she didn't know by now? The vampiress considered the ability to care so much about another's well being a luxury, though she wasn't envious. The ability to become attached to someone, and go out around the same time as them so you didn't have to live with a pain that could swallow you whole in time.

"But, is that any different from how it is and always has been? I am factually a creature that people fear and hate. People consider my birth itself a sin. Could you imagine that? Being antagonized because you were born?" she chuckled, and followed up. "Whatever misery I've been through does not matter to you, as you just asserted, so what exactly would be the difference if I turned you, and you continued hating me for it?"

Not exactly liking the current focus on her, she resolved to seize control of the conversation once again. She was aware she had a point, but without being tossed a bone, even while having her own doubts it was a chore to make her stance on the matter budge. If she were to walk away right then and there, and discontinue her harassment of the fearful pinkette, she would simply return to her reclusive life and that would be that.

"My other options? Lie about myself, eventually watch them die. Alternatively, be honest and watch them disdain me and maybe even try to kill me," she paused momentarily. "But we're getting off track, Leanna. You've already softened up and worn your humanity thin. You're already sipping your friend's blood like it's fine wine. Your pallor almost out does my own. Drinking blood, then you seek refuge in this dingy coffin of an apartment? Before any pact, you're already just like me."

LAIKA OF GS!

Leanna S. Grobain

Oddity

And yet I fight, yet I fight this battle all alone. No one to cry to, no place to call home..

Posts: 103

Confused Consumer | Arcadia Nov 18, 2013 17:26:51 GMT

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Post by Leanna S. Grobain on Nov 18, 2013 17:26:51 GMT

when the light runs from the day
will the darkness be too much?

Whelp, it was worth a shot, and Leanna honestly thought she'd gotten somewhere with her previous words. Too bad that wasn't the case anymore, eh? Still, even with her newfound determination egging her on to actually think of something that might solve this dispute between the two, the pinkette's conscience started questioning why she'd want something like this. Her love for humans have always been limited to only human beings, but then again, was it truly about that, or did she just not have it in her to say no? With the exception of drugs being a biproduct of her curiosity, her smoking and drinking habits stemmed from her not being able to reject the constant pleas from her peers.

"Are you so lonely.. that you won't mind.. spending an eternity with someone.. who hates your guts? Long as.. she's there..? Long as you have a companion?"

Whether she hits the ball right out of the park, or strikes out for the third time in a row with this wild guess, she still deemed it fit to voice it out with a mix of sternness and hurt in her voice. If there was one thing she despised about this cruel, beautiful world, it would be how it treated its tenants. Granted, perhaps it was karma for all the global warming, toxic waste and other factors of humans harming the environment, but Leanna couldn't swallow her meals knowing if she didn't help when there was something she could have done for someone, to either ease or take away their pain, be it temporarily or permanently.

"Are you willing.. to go through that much to get yourself.. a friend..?"

Yes, the thoughts of Arcadia's proclamations clung to her head, but the girl was fairly certain that she hadn't taken a drop of blood from her savior. Well, at least not willingly. The memories of what happened after their return from the abrupt field trip drifted around in limbo inside Leanna's mind, and so she wouldn't be remembering that whole episode anytime soon. Plus, she knew for a fact that this vampiress had a history of causing panic and distraught via making things up, as per evident in that whole kidnapping-of-her-father photograph, so a mutual trust wasn't exactly there.

Still, the focus was now reverted back towards the blonde bombshell, and Leanna wouldn't accept anything but the truth. She wouldn't give a damn if she were up against the false God or the Devil himself, much less a lowly vampire. All she wanted right now, was truth.

"Tell me.. do you really want me that much.. that you'd do anything to get your hands on me..?"

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ARCADIA H. DRAGOMIR

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Confused Consumer | Arcadia Nov 18, 2013 18:23:59 GMT

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Post by ARCADIA H. DRAGOMIR on Nov 18, 2013 18:23:59 GMT

"Are you so lonely.. that you won't mind.. spending an eternity with someone.. who hates your guts? Long as.. she's there..? Long as you have a companion?"

The words started echoing around in her head. Her feelings belied her rather controlled expression, as she dwelled on those words. She questioned how different it'd be from how things were now. People hated her guts, and that was that. They were afraid of her, and that was all there was to it. Even if she did something good, they'd still bear those feelings, predominantly because of the image media painted of her. If she spent an eternity with someone who hated her, all that would change is she was exposed to the resent constantly, as opposed to whenever she blew her cover. Although, some people were talented enough to justice know what she was from the get-go, not even really giving her a choice.

"Are you willing.. to go through that much to get yourself.. a friend..?"

A friend? Her eyes narrowed. No matter how many eternities they spent together, establishing a friendship would be impossible. There would be fighting, and there would be hatred, and she, too, would brew contempt of her own, and with that girl not being frail anymore, and eventually bearing the same power as herself, with the demonic nature of a vampire it could even escalate into something macabre and painful. Was she willing to put herself through a whole different hell just to obtain something like that? It so wasn't fair. Humans made friends easily, for they are normal and it is in their nature. There are no vampire communities to dwell in.

"Tell me.. do you really want me that much.. that you'd do anything to get your hands on me..?"

Something just seemed to click in her the moment she heard those words. Was it anger? Was it hurt? Was it some kind of epiphany she didn't know about? Was it want? She couldn't tell, and she wasn't sure if she cared to tell. But she no longer was remaining quiet, and the tone of her voice changed, the pompous air starting to fade.

"If you wanted, you could have a normal life. Perhaps it wouldn't be as prestigious as it once was, or maybe it could be, as you have a lot of talent. Pretty, human, talented—you could go far, again, and yet you drink it all away, or shoot it away with a needle. Friends, family, happiness, for you, it is an option," she looked down, biting her lip. "The day I was born I was destined to have no close ones. I was born, and it was written in stone for me to carry out hundreds, maybe even thousands, of years of life, in my own personal hell. What sin did I commit—what possible sin could an infant have committed to deserve that? And, as you put it, I have to go through hell, just to get a friend. Or have none at all."

Inadvertently showing that chink in her armor more, she actually sat down, and curled up, hugging her knees to herself. "Happiness is your birthright, and pain is mine."

LAIKA OF GS!

Leanna S. Grobain

Oddity

And yet I fight, yet I fight this battle all alone. No one to cry to, no place to call home..

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Confused Consumer | Arcadia Nov 18, 2013 19:25:47 GMT

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Post by Leanna S. Grobain on Nov 18, 2013 19:25:47 GMT

when the light runs from the day
will the darkness be too much?

Never in a million years would Leanna have imagined being able to talk someone down when she's not on any substances, but somehow, some way, perhaps the stars aligned and pink elephants started floating up into the skies - which, come to think of it, would be a pretty terrifying situation, especially since you can't tell when they're going to lose their zero gravity - shooting out rainbow farts from their asses, but yes, she succeeded in breaking the vampiress. Because she had no intentions of doing that in the first place, she felt a small volume of guilt beginning to fill her gut

With absolutely no idea how the customs of the vampiric culture worked, the pinkette decided to take matters into her own hands, offering comfort as best as she could to those who needed it. There were three main ways that the Americans were famous for when it comes to this topic: food, friendship and good ol' hugs. Though Leanna did not happen to have a steaming hot plate of southern fried chicken at her disposal, she could offer the rest, even if she had to cross her boundaries and show a tad bit of affection towards something she'd been deathly afraid of since her father showed her those freakishly scary Korean horror flicks when she was younger.

Wordlessly, weakly, the former rockstar released her previous grip on her trusty pillow-shield and scooted over to the seated blonde. It must not be everyday where the demonic beauty would stumble upon a pair of bosoms that could rival her own, but on this evening, even if its only for a brief few minutes, the woman's face would be rested on that area, whilst feeling a pair of warm arms wrapping around her head from behind. A comforting embrace, vaguely reminiscent of the night Leanna met Secret, but hey, if its not broken, don't fix it.

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