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Post by Zane on Sept 28, 2006 14:49:36 GMT
"I don't want to be a child all the time" he said with a scowl, his voice completely unlike Marcello's growing steadily quieter. "I just can't sit back and watch someone kill a friend; not if theres anything I could do." Zane sat up on the bed, legs tucked under him, arms crossed over his chest, eyes fixed on Marcello. "Edward is a pyschopath.. I don't trust him not to change his mind and randomly decide to come and get me anyway. He never got his revenge for me stabbing him. "Self-preservation? Whatever happened to 'a life lived in fear's only half lived'?" he said, scowl steadily getting worse, until his eyebrows were almost snapped down in a line across the bridge of his nose. "I don't see why you have such a grudge against Aidrean..Its not like he ever did anything to you"
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Post by chris on Sept 28, 2006 14:56:12 GMT
Marcello turned staring at Zane with a similar scowl his eyes darkening, "There's a difference between doing something new and getting killed," he snapped through gritted teeth. Magic sparked in his fingertips but he couldn't frazzle Zane he'd kill himself for it later, he swallowed trying desperately not to lose his rag and smash something, "You can trust Edward more than you can trust a vampire." He took a deep breath, forcing the red magic away from his eyes but it was happening easily. The power was steadily growing up his skin rising it in goosepimples and filling the room with a heavy tension, "I don't want a vampire who can control you anywhere near your life. Soon enough the vampire wants something and then more and suddenly your life is not your own, you spend it at the beck and call of him, his pet," he shook his head shoulders drooping, "he's a vampire and you can trust a vamp as far as the end of your nose... why else are they called the Damned Zane? Think about it..."
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Post by Zane on Sept 28, 2006 15:37:44 GMT
"But he's not a vampire, he's Aidrean" he cried, like there was some difference.. And to Zane there was. Aidrean was the vampire who'd promised never to bite him, never to call him, and never ever to hurt him or his Pard. The room was suddenly thick with tension and power. Zane felt his skin crawling with it, and wasn't actually sure whether it his power or the Vaudun's that made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. "I can look after myself, you know" he added, a thread of irritation growing in his voice. "Aidrean's already marked Nathaniel; Nat's 'his pet'. Nat's the one he'll call if he wants company, or blood; not me. He doesn't want me. And do you really think I'm so weak that I'll go running off to him whenever he calls?" Think about why they're called the Damned? "I'm not the world's greatest thinker, y'know" he said with a small, humourless smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I'll skip the deep philisophy if its all the same to you. I'm not into condemning people for their stereotypes... I don't usually care for vampires much either, but Aidrean's different, I swear he is!" He sounded more pleading now, rigid scowl giving way a little.
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Post by chris on Sept 28, 2006 15:47:08 GMT
"Vampires are always b@stards, they're always going to be and that's never going to change!" Marcello didn't feel so angry anymore listening to Zane calm down. Marcello was stubborn when someone else was angry but as soon as they showed signs of weakness he melted down slightly... maybe that's how his master had always been so in control.
In fact it was his master who taught him to be suspicious of vampires. He wanted Marcello to hate them... unknown to Marcello, his master would tease viscious vampires and then set them on Marcello to teach him fear.
"I've never met a vampire that's wanted anything but me dead," he sighed his eyes returning to their cheerful purple, "or wanted to have his way with me or someone close to me and you know I don't want anything to happen to you or anyone involved with you... There's no such thing as a good natured vampire."
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Post by Zane on Oct 7, 2006 12:39:59 GMT
"No such thing? Never say never, s'what my gran always told me. Maybe your just unlucky, and met all the bads ones... Cos your right about most of them being b@stards..." Well, Aodrean made the total of 'good' vampires Zane had ever met up to about... 3. ¬_¬ "And you don't gotta worry about me, I can take care of myself.. And I'll take care of the little leopardies too. We'll be alright..." he promised with a small smile that was blatantly Zane attempting to be adorable. (You couldn't shout at someone adorable.. It would be like kicking a puppy... or a kitten.. or a leopard..o.O)
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Post by chris on Oct 7, 2006 12:48:11 GMT
Marcello frowned studying Zane very closely, "you're too cheerful for an exheroin addict. If you weren't a lycan I'd say you were on something else..." he turned and flopped back on the bed eyes on the ceiling once again, hand propping up his head, "I'm going out tomorrow," he said in a complete change of subject, "I'm going to get myself an image change... the top hat and tail coats thing is all very well but not very practical.. I'm going to get some stuff pierced and have a new hair style..." that was Marcello all over... completely random. "Everyone's afraid of me because I dress like a medieval vaudun master... I want to fit with you, look more like your partner rather than master... I'm gunna be a plastic scene kid..." he laughed.
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Post by Zane on Oct 7, 2006 13:31:11 GMT
"That was 6 years ago... I'm well over that" he said with a laugh, grinning from almost one ear to the other, quiet sure Marcello wasn't angry anymore.. Or at least not about to shout at him again with the whole red-eyed evil-Vaudun thing. Zane blinked a few times at the sudden, almost bi-polar, subject change. "Well.. Good luck with that" he said after a few moments almost stunned silence, beginning to laugh. "The top hat and tail coats are great, but you do kinda.. stand out... And I never thought of it liek that" Zane had never realised before just how odd a couple they must've looked... o.O "Plastic it is then... Just like a giant barbie doll.."
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Post by chris on Oct 7, 2006 16:11:06 GMT
"Not a blonde barbie though..." insisted Marcello, "from now on I'll be MarcieEmoMunkey and I'll wear my hair in a side-sweep and wear my underpants up around my armpits and my jeans at my knees," he grinned, "I'll wear hoodies three sizes too small, draw big black x's on the backs of my hand and wear eyeliner! Yay I love eyeliner.." MarcieEmoMunkey giggled, "I'll get some square glasses, just because... and insist on hugging everyone, as usual," he shrugged, "I'll smoke some when I'm "stressed"..." He gasped, "oh but I can;t do that because of the baby! Dramatic scene emo sigh..."
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