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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on May 4, 2016 21:24:34 GMT -5
Rebecca had read up on the area, it would seem that there were some big houses that had been abandoned for a long time, or kept up but no one lived in them. They were easy targets for some robbery, though several were said to be haunted which was why no one had ever really gone there to do such a thing themselves. Becca didn't care much for such things, true or not, she had been to plenty of places like that herself and from the history of some of the places they were slaveholders and lords who gained their riches on the backs of slave labor or close to it, she had no problem in stealing from old mansions.
She looked at the different places in the local brochures while making sure she had everything she might need before going off to one of the first places, the largest owned by Lords whom local legend tells that they were a family of vampires.
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Post by ~Amber~ on May 4, 2016 21:29:31 GMT -5
Blakes body lay still within the tomb his brother had forced him into those many years ago. He slept unchanged and unaware of the changes of the land and the people as year after year went by waiting for someone to finally wake him from his sleep even though that poor souls may become a victim of the impending blood lust.
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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on May 4, 2016 21:39:22 GMT -5
She found that most of the place was empty though found a few things here and their like silver and some jewels. The place was nice even after so long, large windows provided plenty of light, though there were heavy curtains available that could make the place pitch black, she didn't think much of it though. She finally came to the last room, a large bedroom with a coffin in the room.
"That's disturbing. I hope there isn't anyone in there." She muttered while going over to a closet to look in it though the door was stuck. She wrenched it open and stumbled back, knocking the lid on the coffin over.
Becca scrambled back to her feet when she looked over her shoulder to see someone was indeed inside, though look very much alive to her, or very recently deceased. She moved towards the door.
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Post by ~Amber~ on May 4, 2016 21:43:08 GMT -5
Blakes eyes flutter open and he sat up rubbing his forehead with a groan "such a splitting headache, I'm going to kill my brother" he sucked in a breath catching her scent, with what magical ability he had the door she was going for clicked shut and he turned to look at her "well well waking up to a beautiful maiden doesn't happen often...though your garments are quite....odd"
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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on May 4, 2016 21:51:16 GMT -5
"Oh man I thought you were dead dude." She said and hit the door, not realizing it had closed until that moment and raised an eyebrow. "This some kind of prank? You look and sound like you walked out of the seventeen hundreds or something."
She did not like that the door was now closed and locked.
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Post by ~Amber~ on May 4, 2016 21:55:08 GMT -5
he got up straightening out his coat "it's 1862 is it not? you my sweet smelling angel are the odd one here" he said taking in a breath as he walked closer to her "I suppose my brother made you my little...gift for being so idiotic as to lock me in that dreaded coffin for a few nights "
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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on May 4, 2016 22:07:54 GMT -5
"I think you hit the alcohol pretty hard fancy pants, it's December 28 of 2015. How about taking a step back fancy pants, I'm not any gift of yours or anyone's and I like my personal space." Rebecca responded.
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Post by ~Amber~ on May 4, 2016 22:11:34 GMT -5
he looked irritated with her and stepped closer to her flashing her his fangs "look you little annoying little wrench. here or not because of my brother you won't be going anywhere. and you are wrong I went into that coffin July 8th of the year 1862. it is not that much farther along I can assure you"
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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on May 4, 2016 22:22:52 GMT -5
"Oh really Mister Crazy? Then tell me what this is?" She held up her smartphone and pressed a button on it so that it lit up. "Oh, and I was born in 1992. How weird. Go walk around town and see what's changed, now if you would please be so kind as to back off before I have to make you?"
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Post by ~Amber~ on May 4, 2016 22:25:24 GMT -5
he snatched her phone from her hands examining "what the devil is this thing?" he said fiddling with it "some sort of...torch? "
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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on May 4, 2016 22:45:28 GMT -5
"It's called a smart phone. It's capable of doing a lot of things, primarily for communication with others who are not nearby." She replied while snatching it back and putting it into her pocket. "Now if you will excuse me I have my own business to attend to and you have a hundred and fifty years or so to catch up on."
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Post by ~Amber~ on May 4, 2016 22:48:21 GMT -5
he stopped her before he could move, pressing her against the door his fangs dangerously close to digging into her neck "now my dear you aren't going anywhere "
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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on May 4, 2016 22:58:55 GMT -5
She didn't say anything else, only reacted on impulse and grabbing his arm, hoping he wasn't prepared for a fight; flipping him over onto his back and taking off, smashing right out the window, having done it several times and practices it many times more, rolling so as to not hurt herself and ran, disappearing down the road.
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Post by ~Amber~ on May 4, 2016 23:01:09 GMT -5
he let out a cough surprised to be on his back and sat up scootching away from the sunlight coming though the broken window before making the curtains snap shut. he'd repair it at night after he fed. he got up shaking off what just happened to check on the condition of his home
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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on May 4, 2016 23:11:18 GMT -5
Once she was back at her hotel room ans locked the door and laid down on the bed after dropping her backpack on the floor beside it.
"That was probably one of the weirdest things to happen to me."
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