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Post by Brookelle Bones on Mar 27, 2010 15:03:33 GMT -5
"Brookelle is that a tattoo on your neck?"
Brookelle watched as he stood up and moved her hair away from her neck. She closed her eyes, she could smell his blood moving through his veins. "Oh yeah, I forgot i even had it" she said as she remembered the small sun and moon symbols on the back left side of her neck. He soon moved more towards her. That's when she put her hand on the back of his head, and in a split second, tilted his head to the side and bit into his neck.
She quickly led him to the bed and laid him down on it, her on top, drinking the blood out of the two puncture holes in his neck. By now she had drank about 3 pints, 1 more and he would pass out, and she would leave him. Well she'd let him stay there for the night, then let him leave in the morning, making sure that he wouldn't remember anything. Brookelle soon began drinking more than she was supposed to, being that she hadn't fed in like a week, she kept satisfying her thirst.
The only reason she stopped is she heard the creaking of the door opening. She quickly stopped drinking and looked down at the boy. His heartbeat was rather weak, she had almost killed him. "Bruce!" she yelled. She then stood up and went and leaned against the wall opposite the bed and the door. She let herself sink down the wall until she was barely standing up still. She let her head fall into her hands and she began to cry. Dark red streaks stained her face. She didn't know what to do. She had almost killed the boy. She heard the bedroom door open and she stayed still, but let herself fall more until her feet were outside more in front of her and she let herself sit on the ground.
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Post by Bruce on Mar 27, 2010 16:02:09 GMT -5
Bruce was out checking up on the werewolf community and had several meetings to go to. He had resumed his leadership role the night after he met Brookelle, needless to say he had allot to fix and allot of problems to solve. Evidently he wasn’t able to trust the werewolf he left in charge. He just buckled under the pressure and Bruce couldn’t be overly pissed at him. Bruce tried to warn his fellow werewolf, but he wouldn;t listen. Bruce spent the last week doing nothing but fixing mistakes and hunting down violators of the laws the he laid out. They were simple, but Bruce was just happy to be home and the best part about that was spending time with Brookelle. Entering the gate, Bruce smelt a humans scent. Great either he had a human in his house again or Brookelle finally brought one home to feed on.
Opening the front door, Bruce heard Brookelle shout for him. Rushing up the stairs, he smelt the blood tears Brookelle cried. Opening the door to her room quickly, Bruce saw her sitting against a wall with blood soaked eyes. Rushing over to her, Bruce hugged her and rocked her back and forth while trying to calm her.
”It’s alright Brookelle. You didn’t kill him yet.” Bruce said soothingly. Turning her head gently towards him, Bruce leaned in and kissed her before sighing. ”You do know that you’ll either have to change him or drain him, right?”
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Post by Brookelle Bones on Mar 27, 2010 16:22:11 GMT -5
Brookelle wrapped her arms around Bruce's shoulders when he moved towards her. She felt soothed with him just being there. She soon began to stop crying, but she still held onto him. She didn't want to see the boys body on the bed, not moving.
”It’s alright Brookelle. You didn’t kill him yet. You do know that you’ll either have to change him or drain him, right?”
Brookelle kissed him back lightly before moving her head back to laying on his shoulder. She nodded against his shoulder. She knew that she would probably change him. She hadn't killed before and she didn't plan on it. She just didn't want to see what she had caused right now. It hurt her to know that she would have killed him if Bruce hadn't come home.
"I'll change him" she said softly, it was also muffled by his skin, but she wanted to confirm what she was going to do. She still stayed frozen holding onto him though. She was afraid that she would kill him, but in a sense she would be anyways.
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Post by Bruce on Mar 27, 2010 16:49:14 GMT -5
"I'll change him" He heard Brookelle’s muffled voice. Nodding Bruce waited several minutes. He didn’t want to rush her, cause he knew that she never drank this much blood from someone before. Yet he also knew that the boy would last for much longer unless they did something. Rubbing her shoulders and back lightly while still hugging her, Bruce decided to give her another minute before saying anything. Continuing to rock back and forth with Brookelle in his arms, Bruce looked at her. ”It’s time babe. He won’t last much longer.”
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Post by Brookelle Bones on Mar 27, 2010 17:02:29 GMT -5
Brookelle felt Bruce nod, knowing that he was going to be there with it through the whole thing she smiled. She loved him. Brookelle loved the feeling when he rubbed her back and shoulders, as they still rocked back and forth.
”It’s time babe. He won’t last much longer.”
Brookelle nodded into his shoulder again and stood up. As she looked at him she kissed him and held his hand instead of having her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She led him towards the bed and heard Bruce following her. As she made it next to the bed she looked down at Andy and turned and faced Bruce, hiding her face in his chest again. She didn't think she could do it. She had never turned anyone before and didn't want to. But under these circumstances it seemed that she would have to.
"I don't think I can" she muttered into his chest again. She had never drank that much before, and knew that even turning him would be trouble, she'd have to get him to drink some of her blood. She didn't know how she was going to do that with him unconscious. She didn't even want to face him, knowing that the only reason that he was like this was because she didn't feed a few days after her and Bruce had sex, which was the last time she had fed.
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Post by Bruce on Mar 27, 2010 17:57:43 GMT -5
Bruce followed Brookelle as she stood up and started to walk to the bed. She was going to have trouble with this. He would be right next to her if she needed him. It was a shame really, the kid looked like he wasn’t much older than 17. His life was going to end either way, he wouldnt be able to go back to his former life, unless he was a night owl. If that was the case then he could go back to it for the most part, of course he would have to learn the limitations of being a vampire rather quickly.
"I don't think I can"
”It’s alright babe. But remember he might have a family and someone will eventually notice he’s missing.” Bruce told her softly. He didn’t want her to have the weight of a death on shoulders. Bruce had a whole school of children on his that he would have to live with for the rest of his life. He knew that it would never go away and she’d see the ghosts everyday. "Trust me, it’s best you turn him. I don’t want you to know what it feels like to have someones death on your shoulders.”
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Post by Brookelle Bones on Mar 27, 2010 18:33:01 GMT -5
”It’s alright babe. But remember he might have a family and someone will eventually notice he’s missing.”
Brookelle nodded and sighed against his chest. She knew that she had to. She didn't want to face what she had done though. She knew that this would be nagging her for a while. Without Bruce coming home, he would have been dead, and Bruce would have found her in the spot that he had shaking and rocking back and forth crying. "I know I have to, I just don't know if I can" she said as she loosened her grip on him and turned around.
"Trust me, it’s best you turn him. I don’t want you to know what it feels like to have someones death on your shoulders.”
Brookelle let a single tear fall from her eyes. She nodded, before reaching up and brushing away the tear. She moved towards the boy again and began shaking. She didn't know how to do it, but she knew the gist of it. She brought her wrist up to her mouth and bit it. She then held it to his mouth and lifted up his torso, making the blood go down his throat. She watched as the wound healed, and she once again bit it open. She held it again to his mouth making sure he got enough blood then as soon as it healed this time she collapsed beside the bed.
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Post by Bruce on Mar 27, 2010 18:59:23 GMT -5
Bruce watched as Brookelle bit her wrist and dropped blood down into the young man’s mouth. Hopefully it would side down his throat and and turn him, Bruce didnt like seeing young human’s die. He could understand the elderly, they days were going to end rather soon anyway. But he didnt like killing of innocents period. Bruce thought about something, next time Brookelle needed to feed, he’d bring her to a prison or just have her feed on him again. As Brookelle started t collapse, Bruce caught her before she hit her head on the ground. ”You ok babe?”
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Post by Brookelle Bones on Mar 27, 2010 19:09:19 GMT -5
Brookelle felt Bruce catch her. She looked up at him. She hadn't collapsed because of blood loss or anything like that. She just felt exhausted all of a sudden and lost her balance. Most likely because she realized that she just ruined the boys life.
"You ok babe?"
Brookelle looked up at him with tears down her face again. "I've ruined his life" she said quietly. She knew that this boy would never again be able to do things that he wanted to most likely. She knew that he had been out late, and that he probably was out late every night, but it still didn't help. He wouldn't be able to wake up much before 9:00 PM during the winter and even later during the summer.
She had just changed this boys life drastically. She didn't even mean to, she wanted to just feed from him, let him stay the night, wipe his mind clear after feeding and just leave. Not to ever see him again, but it wasn't like that would happen. She had begin to create a family. A Family that she didn't really want. She wanted to be with Bruce, but she never dreamed of turning a human. She knew that Pete had, but Pete would also kill ruthlessly. Mira would only kill a vampire if they went against her rules, and to think of it, she almost just went against Mira.
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Post by Bruce on Mar 27, 2010 19:38:33 GMT -5
"I've ruined his life"
Bruce sighed and picked Brookelle up. ”You couldn’t help yourself. Urges are hard to control, even with years of practice. It’s just something that everybody has and it’s hard to stop them once they get going.” Bruce said as he carried Brookelle to their room and laid her on the bed. ”I’ll cover him up and make sure he won’t go anywhere. Just please stay here and lay down.” Bruce said sincerely.
Waking out of the room, Bruce went to the bathroom to grab a towel before heading back to the room with the young man in it. Walking through the door, Bruce gingerly lifted his head and put the towel under his neck to absorb some of the blood. Then gabbing an extra banket, Bruce laid it over the man’s body before waking out of the door and locking it after he closed it. Stepping back into his and Brookelle’s room, Bruce sat down next to her and put his arms around her.
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Post by Brookelle Bones on Mar 27, 2010 19:46:51 GMT -5
”You couldn’t help yourself. Urges are hard to control, even with years of practice. It’s just something that everybody has and it’s hard to stop them once they get going. I’ll cover him up and make sure he won’t go anywhere. Just please stay here and lay down.”
Brookelle leaned her head against his chest when he picked her up. "I know that, but still, I should have stopped" Brookelle said as he set her down on their bed, she then grabbed the blankets and pulled them over her, and up to her chin. She nodded as he began to leave the room and headed towards the bathroom.
Brookelle heard him grab something from one of the cabinets in the bathroom before entering the room with Andy in it. She then heard the lock click and he was back in their room next to her. Brookelle moved over on the bed more, wanting Bruce to lay down next to her. She wanted tonight to be over with and the next night to come, hopefully then it would be better, but she highly doubted it. She knew then either Andy would wake up, or he wouldn't. If he did, she'd have to tell him everything, and hopefully she would be able to do it without crying.
She knew for sure she'd have to have Bruce there in case he got violent, because as of now, she knew she wouldn't be able to protect herself. She just ruined his life. "I love you" she murmured to him. She knew that she loved him, but she wondered if he still loved her after everything that had happened that night.
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Post by Bruce on Mar 27, 2010 20:43:46 GMT -5
After Brookelle moved over, Bruce laid down next to her and pulled her towards him. He was going to stay home with Brookelle the following night to protect her in case Andy got violent. He wouldn’t be as strong as he potentially could be the following night and he was sure he could hold him back til he calmed down. Bruce held Brookelle close, even if she had almost killed the man, he could never hate her.
She made a choice to somewhat save the young man’s life. Granted being turned wasn’t exactly a nice choice but it was still better than death depending on the situation. In the young mans case, it was a good choice Brookelle made. He still had much to experience and live for. Looking at Brookelle, he heard her say she loved him and Bruce pulls her chin gently so she was facing him and he looked her in the eyes, ”I love you too Brookelle and nothing will stop that.” Bruce said as he leaned in and kissed her.
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Post by Brookelle Bones on Mar 27, 2010 20:50:44 GMT -5
Brookelle laid her head on his chest. She wanted to stay like that forever, and not have to move. She was content just being with him and hoped it never changed. Brookelle looked up at him, her eyes still showing sadness. She hated what she did. But she couldn't take it back no matter how hard she tried.
”I love you too Brookelle and nothing will stop that.”
Brookelle smiled slightly. Still not happy as she was before. But hearing this made her feel better. Brookelle kissed him back and then leaned her head on his chest again. She knew that it was still at least a half an hour until the sun came up, but she wanted time to speed up, usually she wanted it to slow down when it came to dawn, but today she just wanted it to be over with. She soon began drifting off to sleep early. She knew that what had happened had physically taken a toll on her as well as emotionally.
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