Forks RP

[Mystifying Social Disease]

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Raine's eyes widened. Vampires were almost completely invincible but...but... "You want to risk it?" she asked him, none of the terror she felt apparent in her voice. "I mean, who knows what'll happen. Sometimes the curious should just stay that: curious." But part of her was burning to know if it would work. "Besides that, I'd probably have to see it to make it do anything." And then there is everything else, controlling it so as not to make it go too fast, or too slow. And could it alter him in any ways? It could possibly slow down his abilities. No more super running or fast reflexes, perhaps? He could end up out of breath if he tried to do those things again. He'd be...why...almost human.

He smiled. "I'm willing to let you try. Just... imagine it. I'm sure you've seen a heart before, know how it works..." he took her hand and lifted it to the center of his chest, slightly to his left, over his heart.

She winced slightly but allowed him to guide her hand over his non-beating heart. Focus. She closed her eyes and concentrated as hard as she could on seeing a heart. Her powers took her from there. And then, under her hand, she felt something. A small beat. Rythmic sounding. "Can you feel that?" she asked him, without opening her eyes.

With each beat, he seemed to wince. His heart had gone unbeating for so long that it had become rather fragile. He could feel the muscles stretching and snapping in his chest, the cold rush of fluid as blood escaped through the openings. He couldn't move and he still held her hand to his chest. He knew that he didn't need his heart, that he could have it removed and there would be no difference. But the pain was immense. He stopped breathing as the pressure of his lungs against the old muscle caused even more pain, though it seemed that he had a sudden need for air. He gasped, his mouth filling with the blood that his heart leaked, filling the gaps between his teeth, coating his tounge, his lips. What was happening? The hand that hung freely at his side twitched madly, the seeds in his pocket growing quickly, their vines spilling from the opening and wrapping around his fingers, his wrist, spreading across his legs and waist. They were rose vines. Vines with thorns that hadn't seemed to have appeared just yet.

Her mouth watered as she saw the blood in his mouth. She was never one to prefer human blood over animal blood, but technically he wasn't human, or all the way, thanks to her. She felt a pang in her heart as she saw how much pain he was in. She never should have done it. Her animal instincts were meshing with her sane train of thought. He needs air. What's the human thing? Oh yes. CPR. She picked him up and layed him gently on the couch, hardly noticing he was still gripping her hand. She took in a breath of air and forced it into his mouth. That's when she tasted blood. It was so delicious. She came up for another breath, and then put more into his mouth, trying to ignore his blood.  

[Flaming Dead Man]

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Raine's eyes widened. Vampires were almost completely invincible but...but... "You want to risk it?" she asked him, none of the terror she felt apparent in her voice. "I mean, who knows what'll happen. Sometimes the curious should just stay that: curious." But part of her was burning to know if it would work. "Besides that, I'd probably have to see it to make it do anything." And then there is everything else, controlling it so as not to make it go too fast, or too slow. And could it alter him in any ways? It could possibly slow down his abilities. No more super running or fast reflexes, perhaps? He could end up out of breath if he tried to do those things again. He'd be...why...almost human.

He smiled. "I'm willing to let you try. Just... imagine it. I'm sure you've seen a heart before, know how it works..." he took her hand and lifted it to the center of his chest, slightly to his left, over his heart.

She winced slightly but allowed him to guide her hand over his non-beating heart. Focus. She closed her eyes and concentrated as hard as she could on seeing a heart. Her powers took her from there. And then, under her hand, she felt something. A small beat. Rythmic sounding. "Can you feel that?" she asked him, without opening her eyes.

With each beat, he seemed to wince. His heart had gone unbeating for so long that it had become rather fragile. He could feel the muscles stretching and snapping in his chest, the cold rush of fluid as blood escaped through the openings. He couldn't move and he still held her hand to his chest. He knew that he didn't need his heart, that he could have it removed and there would be no difference. But the pain was immense. He stopped breathing as the pressure of his lungs against the old muscle caused even more pain, though it seemed that he had a sudden need for air. He gasped, his mouth filling with the blood that his heart leaked, filling the gaps between his teeth, coating his tounge, his lips. What was happening? The hand that hung freely at his side twitched madly, the seeds in his pocket growing quickly, their vines spilling from the opening and wrapping around his fingers, his wrist, spreading across his legs and waist. They were rose vines. Vines with thorns that hadn't seemed to have appeared just yet.

Her mouth watered as she saw the blood in his mouth. She was never one to prefer human blood over animal blood, but technically he wasn't human, or all the way, thanks to her. She felt a pang in her heart as she saw how much pain he was in. She never should have done it. Her animal instincts were meshing with her sane train of thought. He needs air. What's the human thing? Oh yes. CPR. She picked him up and layed him gently on the couch, hardly noticing he was still gripping her hand. She took in a breath of air and forced it into his mouth. That's when she tasted blood. It was so delicious. She came up for another breath, and then put more into his mouth, trying to ignore his blood.

He coughed, the vines wrapping around his chest, his shoulders, thorns forming and sticking through his skin and muscle. He wouldn't die. He couldn't... could he? "Your hand," he breathed with what little breath he could spare, "Take... away... your hand..." He tried to loosen his grip, but he couldn't. The vines were wrapping around his own hand, threatening to hold hers to his chest, as if they wanted to kill him.  

[Mystifying Social Disease]

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Raine's eyes widened. Vampires were almost completely invincible but...but... "You want to risk it?" she asked him, none of the terror she felt apparent in her voice. "I mean, who knows what'll happen. Sometimes the curious should just stay that: curious." But part of her was burning to know if it would work. "Besides that, I'd probably have to see it to make it do anything." And then there is everything else, controlling it so as not to make it go too fast, or too slow. And could it alter him in any ways? It could possibly slow down his abilities. No more super running or fast reflexes, perhaps? He could end up out of breath if he tried to do those things again. He'd be...why...almost human.

He smiled. "I'm willing to let you try. Just... imagine it. I'm sure you've seen a heart before, know how it works..." he took her hand and lifted it to the center of his chest, slightly to his left, over his heart.

She winced slightly but allowed him to guide her hand over his non-beating heart. Focus. She closed her eyes and concentrated as hard as she could on seeing a heart. Her powers took her from there. And then, under her hand, she felt something. A small beat. Rythmic sounding. "Can you feel that?" she asked him, without opening her eyes.

With each beat, he seemed to wince. His heart had gone unbeating for so long that it had become rather fragile. He could feel the muscles stretching and snapping in his chest, the cold rush of fluid as blood escaped through the openings. He couldn't move and he still held her hand to his chest. He knew that he didn't need his heart, that he could have it removed and there would be no difference. But the pain was immense. He stopped breathing as the pressure of his lungs against the old muscle caused even more pain, though it seemed that he had a sudden need for air. He gasped, his mouth filling with the blood that his heart leaked, filling the gaps between his teeth, coating his tounge, his lips. What was happening? The hand that hung freely at his side twitched madly, the seeds in his pocket growing quickly, their vines spilling from the opening and wrapping around his fingers, his wrist, spreading across his legs and waist. They were rose vines. Vines with thorns that hadn't seemed to have appeared just yet.

Her mouth watered as she saw the blood in his mouth. She was never one to prefer human blood over animal blood, but technically he wasn't human, or all the way, thanks to her. She felt a pang in her heart as she saw how much pain he was in. She never should have done it. Her animal instincts were meshing with her sane train of thought. He needs air. What's the human thing? Oh yes. CPR. She picked him up and layed him gently on the couch, hardly noticing he was still gripping her hand. She took in a breath of air and forced it into his mouth. That's when she tasted blood. It was so delicious. She came up for another breath, and then put more into his mouth, trying to ignore his blood.

He coughed, the vines wrapping around his chest, his shoulders, thorns forming and sticking through his skin and muscle. He wouldn't die. He couldn't... could he? "Your hand," he breathed with what little breath he could spare, "Take... away... your hand..." He tried to loosen his grip, but he couldn't. The vines were wrapping around his own hand, threatening to hold hers to his chest, as if they wanted to kill him.

She looked around and noticed the vines. She pried his fingers away from his. "He's going to die. It's your fault." The familiar voice rang out in her head. "You're almost a magnet for death." She cringed. Now wasn't the time to be having flashbacks. What do I do? she thought to herself in a frantic panicky voice. She couldn't just stand there and watch him get killed. But what? What could she do? She focused on the vines and tried to fight them off with her powers. They slowly obliged and eased off a bit.  

[Flaming Dead Man]

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

She winced slightly but allowed him to guide her hand over his non-beating heart. Focus. She closed her eyes and concentrated as hard as she could on seeing a heart. Her powers took her from there. And then, under her hand, she felt something. A small beat. Rythmic sounding. "Can you feel that?" she asked him, without opening her eyes.

With each beat, he seemed to wince. His heart had gone unbeating for so long that it had become rather fragile. He could feel the muscles stretching and snapping in his chest, the cold rush of fluid as blood escaped through the openings. He couldn't move and he still held her hand to his chest. He knew that he didn't need his heart, that he could have it removed and there would be no difference. But the pain was immense. He stopped breathing as the pressure of his lungs against the old muscle caused even more pain, though it seemed that he had a sudden need for air. He gasped, his mouth filling with the blood that his heart leaked, filling the gaps between his teeth, coating his tounge, his lips. What was happening? The hand that hung freely at his side twitched madly, the seeds in his pocket growing quickly, their vines spilling from the opening and wrapping around his fingers, his wrist, spreading across his legs and waist. They were rose vines. Vines with thorns that hadn't seemed to have appeared just yet.

Her mouth watered as she saw the blood in his mouth. She was never one to prefer human blood over animal blood, but technically he wasn't human, or all the way, thanks to her. She felt a pang in her heart as she saw how much pain he was in. She never should have done it. Her animal instincts were meshing with her sane train of thought. He needs air. What's the human thing? Oh yes. CPR. She picked him up and layed him gently on the couch, hardly noticing he was still gripping her hand. She took in a breath of air and forced it into his mouth. That's when she tasted blood. It was so delicious. She came up for another breath, and then put more into his mouth, trying to ignore his blood.

He coughed, the vines wrapping around his chest, his shoulders, thorns forming and sticking through his skin and muscle. He wouldn't die. He couldn't... could he? "Your hand," he breathed with what little breath he could spare, "Take... away... your hand..." He tried to loosen his grip, but he couldn't. The vines were wrapping around his own hand, threatening to hold hers to his chest, as if they wanted to kill him.

She looked around and noticed the vines. She pried his fingers away from his. "He's going to die. It's your fault." The familiar voice rang out in her head. "You're almost a magnet for death." She cringed. Now wasn't the time to be having flashbacks. What do I do? she thought to herself in a frantic panicky voice. She couldn't just stand there and watch him get killed. But what? What could she do? She focused on the vines and tried to fight them off with her powers. They slowly obliged and eased off a bit.

Though she may not have noticed the effect due to her panic, when she removed her hand, the vines became brittle, increasingly brown, as if they were dying. Emilian's breathing eased, then ceased all together, along with his heart. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his body relax and regain function, maybe for too long, for he realized he may have given her the impression that he had died. With that thought, he broke the vines with ease and pressed his warm palms hard against his eyes. His skin still seemed tinted pink, the small amount of blood that had run through him causing friction--warmth.  

[Mystifying Social Disease]

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

She winced slightly but allowed him to guide her hand over his non-beating heart. Focus. She closed her eyes and concentrated as hard as she could on seeing a heart. Her powers took her from there. And then, under her hand, she felt something. A small beat. Rythmic sounding. "Can you feel that?" she asked him, without opening her eyes.

With each beat, he seemed to wince. His heart had gone unbeating for so long that it had become rather fragile. He could feel the muscles stretching and snapping in his chest, the cold rush of fluid as blood escaped through the openings. He couldn't move and he still held her hand to his chest. He knew that he didn't need his heart, that he could have it removed and there would be no difference. But the pain was immense. He stopped breathing as the pressure of his lungs against the old muscle caused even more pain, though it seemed that he had a sudden need for air. He gasped, his mouth filling with the blood that his heart leaked, filling the gaps between his teeth, coating his tounge, his lips. What was happening? The hand that hung freely at his side twitched madly, the seeds in his pocket growing quickly, their vines spilling from the opening and wrapping around his fingers, his wrist, spreading across his legs and waist. They were rose vines. Vines with thorns that hadn't seemed to have appeared just yet.

Her mouth watered as she saw the blood in his mouth. She was never one to prefer human blood over animal blood, but technically he wasn't human, or all the way, thanks to her. She felt a pang in her heart as she saw how much pain he was in. She never should have done it. Her animal instincts were meshing with her sane train of thought. He needs air. What's the human thing? Oh yes. CPR. She picked him up and layed him gently on the couch, hardly noticing he was still gripping her hand. She took in a breath of air and forced it into his mouth. That's when she tasted blood. It was so delicious. She came up for another breath, and then put more into his mouth, trying to ignore his blood.

He coughed, the vines wrapping around his chest, his shoulders, thorns forming and sticking through his skin and muscle. He wouldn't die. He couldn't... could he? "Your hand," he breathed with what little breath he could spare, "Take... away... your hand..." He tried to loosen his grip, but he couldn't. The vines were wrapping around his own hand, threatening to hold hers to his chest, as if they wanted to kill him.

She looked around and noticed the vines. She pried his fingers away from his. "He's going to die. It's your fault." The familiar voice rang out in her head. "You're almost a magnet for death." She cringed. Now wasn't the time to be having flashbacks. What do I do? she thought to herself in a frantic panicky voice. She couldn't just stand there and watch him get killed. But what? What could she do? She focused on the vines and tried to fight them off with her powers. They slowly obliged and eased off a bit.

Though she may not have noticed the effect due to her panic, when she removed her hand, the vines became brittle, increasingly brown, as if they were dying. Emilian's breathing eased, then ceased all together, along with his heart. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his body relax and regain function, maybe for too long, for he realized he may have given her the impression that he had died. With that thought, he broke the vines with ease and pressed his warm palms hard against his eyes. His skin still seemed tinted pink, the small amount of blood that had run through him causing friction--warmth.

Raine dropped to the floor next to Emilian's still body that was lying on the couch. Too scared and ashamed to notice that he'd moved his hands at all. And those flashbacks, talk about repressed memories. She leaned her head on the couch and closed her eyes, knowing if there were ever a time when she could cry, it would be now. She did think he was dead. She put her face in her palm and ran her other hand through her hair. Scared to look up at him. Scared almost to move too much at all. She bit her bottom lip in nervousness of the entire situation.  

[Flaming Dead Man]

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Her mouth watered as she saw the blood in his mouth. She was never one to prefer human blood over animal blood, but technically he wasn't human, or all the way, thanks to her. She felt a pang in her heart as she saw how much pain he was in. She never should have done it. Her animal instincts were meshing with her sane train of thought. He needs air. What's the human thing? Oh yes. CPR. She picked him up and layed him gently on the couch, hardly noticing he was still gripping her hand. She took in a breath of air and forced it into his mouth. That's when she tasted blood. It was so delicious. She came up for another breath, and then put more into his mouth, trying to ignore his blood.

He coughed, the vines wrapping around his chest, his shoulders, thorns forming and sticking through his skin and muscle. He wouldn't die. He couldn't... could he? "Your hand," he breathed with what little breath he could spare, "Take... away... your hand..." He tried to loosen his grip, but he couldn't. The vines were wrapping around his own hand, threatening to hold hers to his chest, as if they wanted to kill him.

She looked around and noticed the vines. She pried his fingers away from his. "He's going to die. It's your fault." The familiar voice rang out in her head. "You're almost a magnet for death." She cringed. Now wasn't the time to be having flashbacks. What do I do? she thought to herself in a frantic panicky voice. She couldn't just stand there and watch him get killed. But what? What could she do? She focused on the vines and tried to fight them off with her powers. They slowly obliged and eased off a bit.

Though she may not have noticed the effect due to her panic, when she removed her hand, the vines became brittle, increasingly brown, as if they were dying. Emilian's breathing eased, then ceased all together, along with his heart. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his body relax and regain function, maybe for too long, for he realized he may have given her the impression that he had died. With that thought, he broke the vines with ease and pressed his warm palms hard against his eyes. His skin still seemed tinted pink, the small amount of blood that had run through him causing friction--warmth.

Raine dropped to the floor next to Emilian's still body that was lying on the couch. Too scared and ashamed to notice that he'd moved his hands at all. And those flashbacks, talk about repressed memories. She leaned her head on the couch and closed her eyes, knowing if there were ever a time when she could cry, it would be now. She did think he was dead. She put her face in her palm and ran her other hand through her hair. Scared to look up at him. Scared almost to move too much at all. She bit her bottom lip in nervousness of the entire situation.

He moved suddenly, almost violently, sitting up and staring down at Raine. He swore in a whisper, then slid from the bed with his supernatural grace and quickness to appear beside her. "I'm sorry, Raine," he whispered, his skin still flushed with the warm tones that blood gave to humans.  

[Mystifying Social Disease]

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Her mouth watered as she saw the blood in his mouth. She was never one to prefer human blood over animal blood, but technically he wasn't human, or all the way, thanks to her. She felt a pang in her heart as she saw how much pain he was in. She never should have done it. Her animal instincts were meshing with her sane train of thought. He needs air. What's the human thing? Oh yes. CPR. She picked him up and layed him gently on the couch, hardly noticing he was still gripping her hand. She took in a breath of air and forced it into his mouth. That's when she tasted blood. It was so delicious. She came up for another breath, and then put more into his mouth, trying to ignore his blood.

He coughed, the vines wrapping around his chest, his shoulders, thorns forming and sticking through his skin and muscle. He wouldn't die. He couldn't... could he? "Your hand," he breathed with what little breath he could spare, "Take... away... your hand..." He tried to loosen his grip, but he couldn't. The vines were wrapping around his own hand, threatening to hold hers to his chest, as if they wanted to kill him.

She looked around and noticed the vines. She pried his fingers away from his. "He's going to die. It's your fault." The familiar voice rang out in her head. "You're almost a magnet for death." She cringed. Now wasn't the time to be having flashbacks. What do I do? she thought to herself in a frantic panicky voice. She couldn't just stand there and watch him get killed. But what? What could she do? She focused on the vines and tried to fight them off with her powers. They slowly obliged and eased off a bit.

Though she may not have noticed the effect due to her panic, when she removed her hand, the vines became brittle, increasingly brown, as if they were dying. Emilian's breathing eased, then ceased all together, along with his heart. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his body relax and regain function, maybe for too long, for he realized he may have given her the impression that he had died. With that thought, he broke the vines with ease and pressed his warm palms hard against his eyes. His skin still seemed tinted pink, the small amount of blood that had run through him causing friction--warmth.

Raine dropped to the floor next to Emilian's still body that was lying on the couch. Too scared and ashamed to notice that he'd moved his hands at all. And those flashbacks, talk about repressed memories. She leaned her head on the couch and closed her eyes, knowing if there were ever a time when she could cry, it would be now. She did think he was dead. She put her face in her palm and ran her other hand through her hair. Scared to look up at him. Scared almost to move too much at all. She bit her bottom lip in nervousness of the entire situation.

He moved suddenly, almost violently, sitting up and staring down at Raine. He swore in a whisper, then slid from the bed with his supernatural grace and quickness to appear beside her. "I'm sorry, Raine," he whispered, his skin still flushed with the warm tones that blood gave to humans.

There was a shock. She could've sworn he'd just said something. Dead people weren't supposed to talk. She took her face out of her palm and looked up to see him. His skin was a different shade of color, obvious that blood was running through him. "Are you...alive?" Well of course he was. "Sorry for what?" Raine put her face back in her hand.  

[Flaming Dead Man]

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

She looked around and noticed the vines. She pried his fingers away from his. "He's going to die. It's your fault." The familiar voice rang out in her head. "You're almost a magnet for death." She cringed. Now wasn't the time to be having flashbacks. What do I do? she thought to herself in a frantic panicky voice. She couldn't just stand there and watch him get killed. But what? What could she do? She focused on the vines and tried to fight them off with her powers. They slowly obliged and eased off a bit.

Though she may not have noticed the effect due to her panic, when she removed her hand, the vines became brittle, increasingly brown, as if they were dying. Emilian's breathing eased, then ceased all together, along with his heart. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his body relax and regain function, maybe for too long, for he realized he may have given her the impression that he had died. With that thought, he broke the vines with ease and pressed his warm palms hard against his eyes. His skin still seemed tinted pink, the small amount of blood that had run through him causing friction--warmth.

Raine dropped to the floor next to Emilian's still body that was lying on the couch. Too scared and ashamed to notice that he'd moved his hands at all. And those flashbacks, talk about repressed memories. She leaned her head on the couch and closed her eyes, knowing if there were ever a time when she could cry, it would be now. She did think he was dead. She put her face in her palm and ran her other hand through her hair. Scared to look up at him. Scared almost to move too much at all. She bit her bottom lip in nervousness of the entire situation.

He moved suddenly, almost violently, sitting up and staring down at Raine. He swore in a whisper, then slid from the bed with his supernatural grace and quickness to appear beside her. "I'm sorry, Raine," he whispered, his skin still flushed with the warm tones that blood gave to humans.

There was a shock. She could've sworn he'd just said something. Dead people weren't supposed to talk. She took her face out of her palm and looked up to see him. His skin was a different shade of color, obvious that blood was running through him. "Are you...alive?" Well of course he was. "Sorry for what?" Raine put her face back in her hand.

"Making you do that... It was foolish of me, selfish..." He kept his eyes on her.  

[Mystifying Social Disease]

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

She looked around and noticed the vines. She pried his fingers away from his. "He's going to die. It's your fault." The familiar voice rang out in her head. "You're almost a magnet for death." She cringed. Now wasn't the time to be having flashbacks. What do I do? she thought to herself in a frantic panicky voice. She couldn't just stand there and watch him get killed. But what? What could she do? She focused on the vines and tried to fight them off with her powers. They slowly obliged and eased off a bit.

Though she may not have noticed the effect due to her panic, when she removed her hand, the vines became brittle, increasingly brown, as if they were dying. Emilian's breathing eased, then ceased all together, along with his heart. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his body relax and regain function, maybe for too long, for he realized he may have given her the impression that he had died. With that thought, he broke the vines with ease and pressed his warm palms hard against his eyes. His skin still seemed tinted pink, the small amount of blood that had run through him causing friction--warmth.

Raine dropped to the floor next to Emilian's still body that was lying on the couch. Too scared and ashamed to notice that he'd moved his hands at all. And those flashbacks, talk about repressed memories. She leaned her head on the couch and closed her eyes, knowing if there were ever a time when she could cry, it would be now. She did think he was dead. She put her face in her palm and ran her other hand through her hair. Scared to look up at him. Scared almost to move too much at all. She bit her bottom lip in nervousness of the entire situation.

He moved suddenly, almost violently, sitting up and staring down at Raine. He swore in a whisper, then slid from the bed with his supernatural grace and quickness to appear beside her. "I'm sorry, Raine," he whispered, his skin still flushed with the warm tones that blood gave to humans.

There was a shock. She could've sworn he'd just said something. Dead people weren't supposed to talk. She took her face out of her palm and looked up to see him. His skin was a different shade of color, obvious that blood was running through him. "Are you...alive?" Well of course he was. "Sorry for what?" Raine put her face back in her hand.

"Making you do that... It was foolish of me, selfish..." He kept his eyes on her.

She didn't say anything. She didn't move at all, just stayed there with her face in her palm. Foolish.... Selfish.... how? she wondered. Raine lifted her face out of her hand and looked at him questioningly, raising an eyebrow.  

[Flaming Dead Man]

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Raine dropped to the floor next to Emilian's still body that was lying on the couch. Too scared and ashamed to notice that he'd moved his hands at all. And those flashbacks, talk about repressed memories. She leaned her head on the couch and closed her eyes, knowing if there were ever a time when she could cry, it would be now. She did think he was dead. She put her face in her palm and ran her other hand through her hair. Scared to look up at him. Scared almost to move too much at all. She bit her bottom lip in nervousness of the entire situation.

He moved suddenly, almost violently, sitting up and staring down at Raine. He swore in a whisper, then slid from the bed with his supernatural grace and quickness to appear beside her. "I'm sorry, Raine," he whispered, his skin still flushed with the warm tones that blood gave to humans.

There was a shock. She could've sworn he'd just said something. Dead people weren't supposed to talk. She took her face out of her palm and looked up to see him. His skin was a different shade of color, obvious that blood was running through him. "Are you...alive?" Well of course he was. "Sorry for what?" Raine put her face back in her hand.

"Making you do that... It was foolish of me, selfish..." He kept his eyes on her.

She didn't say anything. She didn't move at all, just stayed there with her face in her palm. Foolish.... Selfish.... how? she wondered. Raine lifted her face out of her hand and looked at him questioningly, raising an eyebrow.

He half-smiled, finding her expression a bit humorous, but still feeling a pang of guilt. "I wanted to see if you could do it, for my own purposes. I should have just let things be." He stared at her, his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes glistening like glass.  

[Mystifying Social Disease]

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Raine dropped to the floor next to Emilian's still body that was lying on the couch. Too scared and ashamed to notice that he'd moved his hands at all. And those flashbacks, talk about repressed memories. She leaned her head on the couch and closed her eyes, knowing if there were ever a time when she could cry, it would be now. She did think he was dead. She put her face in her palm and ran her other hand through her hair. Scared to look up at him. Scared almost to move too much at all. She bit her bottom lip in nervousness of the entire situation.

He moved suddenly, almost violently, sitting up and staring down at Raine. He swore in a whisper, then slid from the bed with his supernatural grace and quickness to appear beside her. "I'm sorry, Raine," he whispered, his skin still flushed with the warm tones that blood gave to humans.

There was a shock. She could've sworn he'd just said something. Dead people weren't supposed to talk. She took her face out of her palm and looked up to see him. His skin was a different shade of color, obvious that blood was running through him. "Are you...alive?" Well of course he was. "Sorry for what?" Raine put her face back in her hand.

"Making you do that... It was foolish of me, selfish..." He kept his eyes on her.

She didn't say anything. She didn't move at all, just stayed there with her face in her palm. Foolish.... Selfish.... how? she wondered. Raine lifted her face out of her hand and looked at him questioningly, raising an eyebrow.

He half-smiled, finding her expression a bit humorous, but still feeling a pang of guilt. "I wanted to see if you could do it, for my own purposes. I should have just let things be." He stared at her, his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes glistening like glass.

"Could've been worse." Much much worse. She was looking at the glass half-full though. She looked at his glistening eyes and wondered if maybe he could cry now. "Still beating?" she asked him, jealousy ripping through her empty veins.  

[Flaming Dead Man]

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

There was a shock. She could've sworn he'd just said something. Dead people weren't supposed to talk. She took her face out of her palm and looked up to see him. His skin was a different shade of color, obvious that blood was running through him. "Are you...alive?" Well of course he was. "Sorry for what?" Raine put her face back in her hand.

"Making you do that... It was foolish of me, selfish..." He kept his eyes on her.

She didn't say anything. She didn't move at all, just stayed there with her face in her palm. Foolish.... Selfish.... how? she wondered. Raine lifted her face out of her hand and looked at him questioningly, raising an eyebrow.

He half-smiled, finding her expression a bit humorous, but still feeling a pang of guilt. "I wanted to see if you could do it, for my own purposes. I should have just let things be." He stared at her, his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes glistening like glass.

"Could've been worse." Much much worse. She was looking at the glass half-full though. She looked at his glistening eyes and wondered if maybe he could cry now. "Still beating?" she asked him, jealousy ripping through her empty veins.

He clenched his jaw for a moment, standing from his crouch. "No," though he could still feel the pain it caused. He enjoyed breathing, enjoyed the scents he could take in. However, now he couldn't--the pain was too great and, somehow, his heart was relenting to heal.  

[Mystifying Social Disease]

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

There was a shock. She could've sworn he'd just said something. Dead people weren't supposed to talk. She took her face out of her palm and looked up to see him. His skin was a different shade of color, obvious that blood was running through him. "Are you...alive?" Well of course he was. "Sorry for what?" Raine put her face back in her hand.

"Making you do that... It was foolish of me, selfish..." He kept his eyes on her.

She didn't say anything. She didn't move at all, just stayed there with her face in her palm. Foolish.... Selfish.... how? she wondered. Raine lifted her face out of her hand and looked at him questioningly, raising an eyebrow.

He half-smiled, finding her expression a bit humorous, but still feeling a pang of guilt. "I wanted to see if you could do it, for my own purposes. I should have just let things be." He stared at her, his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes glistening like glass.

"Could've been worse." Much much worse. She was looking at the glass half-full though. She looked at his glistening eyes and wondered if maybe he could cry now. "Still beating?" she asked him, jealousy ripping through her empty veins.

He clenched his jaw for a moment, standing from his crouch. "No," though he could still feel the pain it caused. He enjoyed breathing, enjoyed the scents he could take in. However, now he couldn't--the pain was too great and, somehow, his heart was relenting to heal.

She nodded. "Didn't think so," Raine said. She would've heard it. "And...are you still in pain?" 'What do you think Rainy Day? Wouldn't you be?' She cringed at the voice in the back of her mind, and closed her eyes as if in attempt to block in out.  

[Flaming Dead Man]

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

She didn't say anything. She didn't move at all, just stayed there with her face in her palm. Foolish.... Selfish.... how? she wondered. Raine lifted her face out of her hand and looked at him questioningly, raising an eyebrow.

He half-smiled, finding her expression a bit humorous, but still feeling a pang of guilt. "I wanted to see if you could do it, for my own purposes. I should have just let things be." He stared at her, his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes glistening like glass.

"Could've been worse." Much much worse. She was looking at the glass half-full though. She looked at his glistening eyes and wondered if maybe he could cry now. "Still beating?" she asked him, jealousy ripping through her empty veins.

He clenched his jaw for a moment, standing from his crouch. "No," though he could still feel the pain it caused. He enjoyed breathing, enjoyed the scents he could take in. However, now he couldn't--the pain was too great and, somehow, his heart was relenting to heal.

She nodded. "Didn't think so," Raine said. She would've heard it. "And...are you still in pain?" 'What do you think Rainy Day? Wouldn't you be?' She cringed at the voice in the back of her mind, and closed her eyes as if in attempt to block in out.

He clenched his jaw again. "Yes. I'm a bit suprised, really... The tearing should have healed by now..."  

[Mystifying Social Disease]

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

Flaming Dead Man

_Mrs-Kiki-Strife_

She didn't say anything. She didn't move at all, just stayed there with her face in her palm. Foolish.... Selfish.... how? she wondered. Raine lifted her face out of her hand and looked at him questioningly, raising an eyebrow.

He half-smiled, finding her expression a bit humorous, but still feeling a pang of guilt. "I wanted to see if you could do it, for my own purposes. I should have just let things be." He stared at her, his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes glistening like glass.

"Could've been worse." Much much worse. She was looking at the glass half-full though. She looked at his glistening eyes and wondered if maybe he could cry now. "Still beating?" she asked him, jealousy ripping through her empty veins.

He clenched his jaw for a moment, standing from his crouch. "No," though he could still feel the pain it caused. He enjoyed breathing, enjoyed the scents he could take in. However, now he couldn't--the pain was too great and, somehow, his heart was relenting to heal.

She nodded. "Didn't think so," Raine said. She would've heard it. "And...are you still in pain?" 'What do you think Rainy Day? Wouldn't you be?' She cringed at the voice in the back of her mind, and closed her eyes as if in attempt to block in out.

He clenched his jaw again. "Yes. I'm a bit suprised, really... The tearing should have healed by now..."

"Humans don't heal as quickly," she whispered. "You should probably go and ask a doctor about it." She knew how risky that would be, but it also seemed like the safest plan.