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Post by Tristian Moore on Oct 16, 2009 6:00:58 GMT 1
Standing, he nodded when she said she didn't want to go back to the house. That was even better. They could just leave right away and he could get her new clothes when they got to his place. Letting his hand rest on the small of her back, he gently guided her down the path and towards the airport.
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Post by Stacy Cohen on Oct 16, 2009 6:05:43 GMT 1
Stacy let him lead her, not jerking away from his touch, though it did make her cringe a little inside. But right then, she didn't care about much of anything. She just wanted to forget about what she had just seen. She wanted to go back in time and still be with Tristian. She wasn't acting remotely human either, any movement she made quick, and while they waited at the airport, she didn't move even the slightest.
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Post by Tristian Moore on Oct 16, 2009 6:07:48 GMT 1
He didn't say a word at all as he just walked with her to the airport, handing them their tickets when they got inside and then leading her to their seats. Sitting down, he motioned for her to sit and just relaxed against his seat.
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Post by Stacy Cohen on Oct 16, 2009 14:17:40 GMT 1
Stacy followed him onto the plane, sitting down beside him, settling once again into her stillness. She wished she could fall asleep for the hours of flying they had ahead of them. She could shut down at least, but it wasn't quite the same. She glanced at the man next to her briefly, studying him. She knew he had to be feeling pretty good right then, since she was in his control now. She laid her head back against the seat, staring at him still, while people still boarded the plane.
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Post by Tristian Moore on Oct 18, 2009 4:51:07 GMT 1
He sat there in the seat next to her, looking over at her every once in a while and then back in front of him. He knew she wasn't happy and that she most likely still hated him but for now, he didn't care. He had her with him and over a while, she would grow to like him and just get over Tristian. Letting his head rest against the seat, he just leaned back a little and relaxed.
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Post by Stacy Cohen on Oct 18, 2009 4:55:19 GMT 1
Stacy shifted, turning herself so she faced away from him mostly, closing her eyes to appear to be sleeping when the stewardesses walked by. She just didn't want to be bothered. So she stayed perfectly still like that the whole flight.
They had to transfer once they reached the States and board another plane to get back to Forks. And by that time she was really struggling with her hunger. She wanted to get away from all the people, but couldn't. It was pretty bad in the last trek of their flight. She gripped the arm rests of her seat, not even pretending to breathe, sitting rigidly. The plane was just completely filled with all the human scents. Delicious smells...
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Post by Tristian Moore on Nov 19, 2009 6:05:48 GMT 1
Sitting next to her, he grinned in his head as he watched her. He knew that she was hungry, trying to resist the sweet smell of humans that filled the plane as they soon landed. Turning his head, he looked at her and put his hand on hers. Just relax. I will bring you something to eat when we get off the plane and back to my place. He said and stood, then waited for her to follow before making his way off the plane and over to his car.
Tristian had returned to the little house and called for Stacey several times but there was no answer. He dropped what was in his hands on the kitchen table and ran around looking for her but couldn't find her anywhere he looked. He felt the heart in his chest just ripping to shreds from being hurt. Not knowing what was going on. Groaning, he rushed back into town and got a ticket back to Forks, figuring that was where she would have gone first, if anywhere at all.
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Post by Stacy Cohen on Nov 19, 2009 6:13:40 GMT 1
Stacy shook her head in a quick jerky movement when he told her to relax. She felt if she relaxed at all she might leap across the aisle and latch onto the man sitting there. She was calculating horrible things in her head..how quickly she could kill many of the passengers on the plane. They wouldn't even know what hit them. She leapt to her feet when they'd landed, hurrying after him, not breathing until they were in more open air, trying to take in a breath of the cool air to clear her mind. It worked faintly, but the hunger was still there.
She got into his car quickly, biting her lip, looking at him. "Let's go to the woods," she said quickly, hoping she could hunt down a deer or something quickly. She wasn't sure what sort of meal he'd bring her..if he'd change her to his diet or not. If she could do anything for Tristian, she'd stick to his diet. She felt her heart breaking all over again as she thought about him.
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Post by Tristian Moore on Nov 19, 2009 6:27:18 GMT 1
My house is in the woods and I'll bring you something to eat. Don't worry. You'll like it. He said as he got in the car and then sped down the road. When he got to his place, he lead her inside and then had her take a seat in the guest room. I will be back in a moment. He said and disappeared outside once more, returning only five minutes later. It wasn't much but it was good. He knew she would like it. Carrying the bum upstairs, he laid the unconsious man on the floor. There you go. Eat up. He said as he stepped back and watched her, waiting.
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Post by Stacy Cohen on Nov 19, 2009 6:32:57 GMT 1
Stacy didn't like that plan at all, but she didn't say anything. She could keep herself under control..she didn't have to take whatever he gave her. She'd be in complete and total control. She bit her lip as she sat down in the guest room, staring at her hands as the hunger still burned inside her. She should have just gone out when he left..gone to find her own meal. This idea was further confirmed when he dropped the man before her on the ground.
She immediately cut off inhaling any air, scrambling across the bed away from the man. "No! I don't want him," she said, trembling as she fought all instincts.
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Post by Tristian Moore on Nov 19, 2009 6:36:10 GMT 1
He sighed and rolled his eyes a little as he watched her. It is what we are. It is our nature to kill....whether it be human or animal or both or whatever...just eat him. He said as he walked towards her. He is a bum. He has no family or friends. It's fine. Just take a taste and if you dont want him after that, then you can go hunting in the woods. He told her.
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Post by Stacy Cohen on Nov 19, 2009 6:43:19 GMT 1
Stacy shook her head, trying to block out his words, along with the throbbing pulse of the man laying on the floor. Her throat felt like it was tightening, closing up painfully, longing for the sweet blood to trickle down it. She pressed her palms to either side of her head, trying to resist, but she was still too new..She didn't have complete control over all her instincts. She made a little sound of frustration, wanting to be strong for Tristian, for everything he'd done and tried to do for her.
But she broke down. It was a rather lurchy movement she made toward the man, half of her still protesting wildly to what her instincts were doing. And as soon as her teeth sank into his throat, all protest disappeared. Instinct held her tightly, making her focus solely on feeding and getting her fill.
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Post by Tristian Moore on Nov 19, 2009 6:47:44 GMT 1
Tristian got to Forks and the minute he got off the plan and looked around, he could faintly get Stacey's scent and followed it. It wasn't long before he came to a house and growled when he got another scent with hers. Breaking the doors down, he sped inside and looked at the man. WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? He hollared but not at Stacey, at the man who was standing next to her, grinning as he watched her drink the homeless mans blood. It only took two seconds for Tristian to jump on the man and knock him to the floor, ripping him to pieces.
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Post by Stacy Cohen on Nov 19, 2009 6:51:38 GMT 1
Stacy was very nearly done with the man when Tristian arrived. She didn't even hear his approach until he was in the room with them and was shouting. She jumped away from the man, feeling sick that her thirst was completely quenched. That he'd completely satisfied her. The rest of her was in a state of shock as she saw Tristian there. Her Tristian. Alive. He wasn't ash, still smoking along a road in Ireland. She knelt in a corner of the room, watching him rip apart the vampire that had been tormenting them, and who had just made her perhaps lose any progress Tristian had been making with her.
She bit her lip and hunched down in that corner, pressing her face into her hands.
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Post by Tristian Moore on Nov 19, 2009 6:55:50 GMT 1
Tristian finished and moved, looking at Stacey. He sighed and walked over to her and not saying anything, picked her up and carried her to their house in Forks, setting her down in her room when they got there.
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