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Post by Willow Short on Nov 27, 2006 0:13:44 GMT -5
"i dont hate them"she said frowning."where did you get that idea?"she asked waking towards him
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Post by Alec Individual on Nov 27, 2006 0:21:57 GMT -5
"Don't you read your history books?" he asked, "I can't count the number of vampires that have been killed by mortals in my own life."
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Post by Willow Short on Nov 27, 2006 0:23:02 GMT -5
"i read yes but i dont partake in what my people do."she said scowling."and just so you know you killed more of my people than we have killed of yours."
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Post by Alec Individual on Nov 27, 2006 0:27:38 GMT -5
"Not by my knowledge," he said, his face blank of emotion, "Most Vampires were killed before they even had a chance to feed. But, putting the past aside, I assure you, it is definately not a pleasure meeting you." He held out his hand to her.
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Post by Willow Short on Nov 27, 2006 0:29:25 GMT -5
"i see, your some scholar who thinks hes better than everyone!"she said sounding a bit hurt. she looked at his hand, and out of proper manners took it, shakeing it."well i pitty the girl who would have been your brid if this hadnt came up."
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Post by Alec Individual on Nov 27, 2006 0:32:43 GMT -5
"I'm not a scholar," he said, "I'm a writer." Her hand was very warm against the cold skin of his. "You should save your pity for the people who deserve. Had this not come up, I'd have lived alone."
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Post by Willow Short on Nov 27, 2006 0:34:46 GMT -5
"then i pity you" she said still holding his hand."but anyway i didnt come here to start off at a bad start.."
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Post by Alec Individual on Nov 27, 2006 0:36:04 GMT -5
He smiled ever-so-slightly. "I did," he said simply, "Can I have my hand back?"
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Post by Willow Short on Nov 27, 2006 0:38:00 GMT -5
she looked down"oh im sorry"she said blushing as she let it go"friends?"
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Post by Alec Individual on Nov 27, 2006 0:39:23 GMT -5
"In a matter of speaking," he said with a shrugged, "You're a lot warmer than most of my friends."
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Post by Willow Short on Nov 27, 2006 0:42:02 GMT -5
she smiled and laughed slightly."i suppose i am..."she said slowly, sitting down in a chair.
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Post by Alec Individual on Nov 27, 2006 0:45:21 GMT -5
His black eyes followed her for a few passing moents. Then he looked away and leaned against the wall again. "Do you have any hobbies?" he asked, to try to make conversation.
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Post by Willow Short on Nov 27, 2006 0:46:48 GMT -5
"i read, and i like to go horse back rideing...i could use a long bow if need be"she said"you?"
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Post by Alec Individual on Nov 27, 2006 0:51:54 GMT -5
He was silent for a second. "I told you, I'm a writer," he said, "and I'm too bad at gambling."
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Post by Willow Short on Nov 27, 2006 0:54:51 GMT -5
"gambleing?"she frowned slightly."is it true that your alergic to garlic or is that a myth?"
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Post by Alec Individual on Nov 27, 2006 0:57:59 GMT -5
"It's a myth," he said, "just to denounce any thoughts of killing me off that way. The stake in the heart isn't, though."
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Post by Willow Short on Nov 27, 2006 1:00:23 GMT -5
she scowled"im not going to kill you, it was just something that iv alwayes wondered."she said still scowling"and im not strong enugh to kill anyone anyway. why do you think im like the others?"
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Post by Alec Individual on Nov 27, 2006 1:05:10 GMT -5
"Let's see," he said, slightly annoyed, "I've lived for about four hundred years with that frame of mind, do you think it's that easy to change?" He regained his emotionless tone. "Our skin bears scars just as easily as Yours does."
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Post by Willow Short on Nov 27, 2006 1:07:30 GMT -5
she sighed and rubed her head"and iv only lived sixteen years."she looked around the room, looking for somethign else to look at and ended looking at the fire."you minght not want to change your views but if were going to live togeather, please try to trust me, you dont see me hideing from you like any other person.."
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Post by Alec Individual on Nov 27, 2006 1:15:51 GMT -5
He said nothing in reply. She expected him to trust her? That was out of the question. "I've forgotten," he said, "How long do I have left?"
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