Post by Blaise Eria on Aug 15, 2007 1:00:39 GMT -5
So, she had run off to attend to somebody else before he'd had a chance to respond. No matter. She knew he was here, and she certainly should know that he wouldn't leave without getting what he came for. So Blaise waited. In fact, he felt audacious enough to wait just outside of the Hall where the dance was taking place. Perched on the sill of a window that was just the right size to frame him comfortably, the Vampire sat, mulling things over, unconsciously running his fangs over the skin of his bottom lip.
She had seemed so assured that he would never hurt her. Either she was a terrifically good actress, or she was terrifically stupid. And, as shocked as he may have been by how different she appeared, Blaise couldn't allow himself to believe that Nina had somehow become stupid. That just didn't make sense.
Part of him was angry, so angry that his cold blood seemed to boil in his veins, threatening to vaporize him. But, the truth of the matter was that another part of Blaise was terrified out of his mind. And there was, in fact, something he had come for, and if he could get it he would not lay a hand on Nina. That was what he had decided.
And he was ashamed that he had gotten to such a desperate point.
But he had to wait, as much as he hated it. He had to get what he had come for.
Post by Professor Roeswood on Aug 15, 2007 13:05:41 GMT -5
Marina was clearly oblivious to the presense of Blaise as she charged out into the hall from the crowded dance floor. Her beautifully arranged hair was now in disarray, her robes were crumpled as she gathered the hem up in her palms to run, and her face was crimson red from embarrassment and streaked heavily with tears. She had ruined everything.
"Shane!" she cried down the corridor, running for a few paces after him, but she knew for certain that she would not be able to find him now. He would probably retreat to his quarters or the Library, but she had already done enough bumbling tonight, and she was sure that further invading his privacy would not do any good.
Aside from that, though she could hear his footsteps echoing dully in the palace, Nina knew from experience that it was almost impossibly to discern where they were headed, so she couldn't possibly have used the sound to pursue him if he was already out of sight. Resigned, she sighed tremulously, crumpling against a wall and rubbing her fingers gingerly over the spot where the book had hit her heavily. When she pulled the tip away and inspected, there was a drop of blood where the corner had struck and pierced heavily, but the injury would probably just leave a scab that would heal and fall out in due time. Along with that she would also have a sizeable, sore goose egg on her noggin tomorrow, but right now, she was far too upset to really care.
Nina fell into sobs, her vision clouding with tears. She had been so lonely that she hadn't thought at all about what Shane would think, and if she had, she was sure she would've realized that considering how shy he was, he would hate what she had done. She had been so selfish, and at the same time, she had cheated on Azrael and humiliated herself in front of her future students.
Through her tears, at length, she noticed on the ground that there was a shadow cast on the ground from the moonlight in the window. She dried her tears, embarrassed, looking and seeing the figure perched there, realizing after a few moments that it was Blaise. Just when she thought things could not have gotten any worse, life chose to so clearly prove otherwise. Her frustration was clear, and that cocky, cold demeanor she had feigned was most certainly shattered to Blaise now. No doubt, he could see the truth of this withered woman. Her too thin, sunken cheeks which were now soaked with tears told a tale of a woman who have never quite gotten the hang of life.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice edged with hysteria. The fear was gone from her and replaced with an inexorable sadness that allowed her to think, for a moment, that death at Blaise's hands might actually be a reprieve.
Post by Blaise Eria on Aug 20, 2007 0:27:20 GMT -5
Certainly, Blaise had been stewing as he waited in the window for Nina to exit the dance. He had been envisioning the worst of what he might have to do, what means he would resort to if Nina were unwilling to give him what he needed. He had imagined how it would taste, her blood, the hot, metallic liquor of it. The inebriation.
But he was completely unprepared for what met his eyes when the doors flew open and Nina was finally the one to come out of them. He had been ready for steel, ready to fight back in kind. He certainly had not been ready for her to cry her eyes out.
As Blaise watched Nina, who had not yet noticed him, his fingers unconsciously curled against his palms. It suddenly seemed to him that the most important thing to do was to destroy whoever had made his Nina cry. Never mind the fact that she was not and had never been his; Blaise felt almost overwhelmingly possessive as he watched Nina sob.
The words that finally tore from her throat in a wracking cry jolted the Vampire. It occurred to him that perhaps it had been he who had so spoiled her night ... but, no, there was no way that the words he had spoken could have induced such tears. There was no way that he was the cause of her agony.
Feeling heartened by this thought, Blaise swung his legs off the windowsill and straightened his back, sitting up with his legs hanging down into the hallway. "I wanted to discuss something with you. I suppose it was unnecessary for me to be so rude."
This was the closest thing to an apology that had ever passed between his lips.
"But," Blaise continued, remembering a time when he had cried a few red tears in front of Nina, and she had not mocked him, "we can put it off until you're feeling better."
Blaise was deflated. There was no way he could hassle Nina when she was crying in front of him.
Last Edit: Aug 28, 2007 15:29:01 GMT -5 by Blaise Eria
Post by Professor Roeswood on Aug 20, 2007 21:33:45 GMT -5
Marina was, quite frankly, completely mortified. Every semblance of respect that the vampire might have had for her must assuredly must be shattered now. After all, the man had stooped to pity, an emotion the woman was quite loathe to evoke, and instead of being soothed, she seemed to be made only more upset by his reaction.
"I'm not a little girl!" she exclaimed, but her tone and actions seemed to contradict her words. Even Nina seemed to note this as she said it, and she winced visibly, running her fingertips shakily through her hair. One emerged with a streak of blood from the minor wound on her scalp, but she did not note it, or else she might have thought it wise to clean it, considering the sight might not cause Blaise to react favorably.
She seemed to pause for a few long moments, taking a shaky breath or two and allowing her eyes to unfog. Her cheeks remained streaked, but ever thoughtful as she was of convenience, she knew better than to sully her robes with tears, even though their evaporation made her cheeks quite cold. When she spoke again her voice was considerably calmer but still quite tremulous.
"No, Blaise, just tell me what you want," she said at length, her voice plaintive and small. If she got through this ordeal now she could perhaps have one last thing off her mind, rather than adding it to the list of things she still needed to deal with, which now included having a much-necessary talk with the Librarian.
Her green eyes stared into his, seeming to plead for his approval. She was so incredibly weak and her face flushed crimson with the embarrassment of it all. All of what Blaise had admired of her was gone, and what was left was a pathetic shell of a woman so desperate for the love of others because she did not have the capacity to love herself.
Post by Blaise Eria on Aug 28, 2007 15:50:57 GMT -5
"I'm not a little girl!"
Blaise observed the woman in what he certainly would have termed a "temper tantrum," and a little grin flashed upon his lips and then was gone. He would have said something incendiary, but the tables had turned such that Blaise was no longer amused with the situation. It seemed to him that the best course of action would be to have the quickest, calmest discussion possible and then leave. Really, would she put up that much of a fight?
'Only if she's guilty' ... which he sincerely did not want to believe.
The Vampire's agitation was only increased by the sudden scent of blood that wafted to him, the blood on Nina's finger that was no longer protected by her hair. A rush of heat made its way through Blaise's body, but he maintained his calm persona. Instead of leaping forward and draining her in a flash, he began swinging his feet against the wall, still in his windowsill seat, and the thud-thud, thud-thud of his boots hitting stone seemed to calm him.
"All right," he replied, cold eyes on Nina's. "Then let's get right to the point. Gregory's safety has been compromised. There have been threats on the house. And I want to know if you have anything to do with it." Moonlight glinted off the bright green of his eyes that had begun to betray a hint of malice at the thought that Nina might have spoken to somebody of the child.
Post by Professor Roeswood on Aug 31, 2007 21:11:26 GMT -5
Marina seemed to twitch visibly every time she heard his boots thud against the wall. The repetitive noise clearly was wearing on her already shattered nerves, and she honestly wasn't sure how much of it she could take before she would scream just to cover up the repeating break in the silence that she had caused with her piteous state.
However, when Blaise spoke at last, she did not seem at all calmed. Her eyes opened wide and she panicked for a moment, not out of guilt, but out of confusion. It must be noted that when she was told of Gregory's existance, she was half-mad, and many of her memories from them were scarcely lucid and believeable. She had until this moment dismissed faint memories of their meeting from her mind, assuming it had been a vivid dream or reverie. Now, she was faced with the fact that it had in fact happened, and realized, shortly thereafter, that her startled reaction might not help convince Blaise she had nothing to do with his son's situation.
"Blaise, I..." she began softly, not quite sure what to say to pacify him. "Whatever is going on I had nothing to do with it, I can assure you of that." Nina wanted to reach out and place her hand on his shoulder, but she doubted that in his rage he would react well to that. It wouldn't be the first time this evening that her touch would apparently be unwelcome, but she decided to learn from her mistakes and kept her hands very deliberately at her sides.
"I may have had some problems before, but I would never compromise the safety of a child, especially the child of someone who is not my enemy." Marina seemed much more calm, and she set her jaw, clearly determined to prove her innocence.
"Besides," she added with a shrug, "I don't exactly have anyone to tell that sort of thing anyway." She looked thoughtful for a few moments, taking a second to pull a handkerchief out of her pocket, with which she dried the tears on her face and wiped the blood on her finger. Marina replaced it in her pocket and cleared her throat, which was still slighty swollen from crying.
"Why would somebody want to hurt your son?" she asked at length, looking very grave indeed.
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