Seth Micheals
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Seth Micheals...enough said.
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Post by Seth Micheals on Aug 5, 2009 19:38:18 GMT -5
Seth responded to her comment with absolute silence. He didn’t even breathe; instead he sat there and swung his feet slightly, back and forth, back and forth. He wasn’t going to break the silence. “Why am I so happy?” he thought to himself. He felt giddy and was sure it showed through the grin that was still plastered to his face. He almost started to laugh again at the smirk on her face but suppressed the urge.
He gazed around at the night that surrounded them. It was clear, strange since the sky had been covered in ominous clouds only minutes before. The storm had lost all its power in a matter of minutes. No more rain poured down, and the lightning was too far away to hear. The air stirred slightly as the storm made its last attempts to cause discomfort. Then the wind settled and everything went quiet once again. It promised to be a cold, still night; the kind Seth liked best.
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Post by Ceralynne Marie Stewart on Aug 5, 2009 20:04:46 GMT -5
Cera waited impatiently for a reaction, some sign that he was annoyed with what she said. All he did was swing his feet back and forth and grin like an idiot. He seemed to be thinking about something, so hard was he thinking that he didn't even seem to be breathing. Stupid idiot wrapped up in his silly little thoughts. He glanced at her and looked away quickly, as if he was about to bust out laughing again. Cera narrowed her eyes and puckered her lips, giving him her deadliest death glare.
He seemed completely at ease and totally unaware of her glare. It would've made any normal guy squirm. So far, he had proved that he wasn't a normal guy. Some sort of freak with lots of muscle. Just a little freaky, but he didn't scare her.
The night was nice now. The rain had stopped, leaving it pleasantly cool but not overly humid. The moon shone down the street, lighting it with an eerie light.
"So, you stalk girls often?" Cera asked sarcastically, turning to him.
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Seth Micheals
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Seth Micheals...enough said.
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Post by Seth Micheals on Aug 5, 2009 20:27:49 GMT -5
“Not too often,” he grinned at her “only once or twice a week and every weekend or so. It’s a hobby.” He was toying with her, trying to push her buttons, she looked so fierce when she was mad, and it made him want to laugh again. What he said wasn’t a complete lie though but, not the complete truth either. He didn’t ‘Stalk’ girls more he hunted them, but she didn’t know this and probably never would.
The ‘Death glare’ hit him once again and it had surprising force behind it. It was the perfect moment to mess with her some more. His eyes bulged out of his head; he clasped his throat, pretending as if something was really wrong. He made strange coughing spluttering noises. Than he toppled over backwards, landing in the dead grass a few feet below the stairs. He continued not to breath, and kept his body completely still except for an occasional twitch here and there. He didn’t make any noise either, trying to convince her that he might be dead. He was going to lay there until she came to investigate but that was as far as his plans extended. “This is too much fun.” He thought to himself as he waited.
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Post by Ceralynne Marie Stewart on Aug 5, 2009 20:58:40 GMT -5
"It's a hobby? Are you effing kidding me?" He seemed to be enjoying her anger. That just bugged her even more. If she gave in to the anger she would be giving him exactly what he wanted. You know what? Forget that. There he was letting out his idiotic laugh that just got her even more angry. He'd have to shut his face lest she attack him again. Really, seriously, why did he even laugh in public? Cera knew if she had a laugh like she'd probably never even giggle. But who knew? She guessed that if she had a funny laugh herself no one had ever told her, she hadn't noticed an unearthly wail coming from her mouth either.
Suddenly, at the height of her death glare, he seemed to having some sort of seizure. "Oh my god!" Cera screamed shrilly. He clutched his throat and spluttered, falling over backwards. He continued to twitch disturbingly on the grass that coated the front lawn. Cera swung over the rail and meant to crouch down beside him. Her feet didn't hit the ground though and she kept falling. Hitting his hard chest knocked the breath out of her. She gasped and stayed unmoving on top of the still form underneath her. Was he dead? Oh god no, please no..
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Seth Micheals
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Seth Micheals...enough said.
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Post by Seth Micheals on Aug 5, 2009 21:26:50 GMT -5
He continued to lie still till, waiting for her to peer over the edge and maybe a scream. That would be great; he would have really gotten her if she screamed. He heard her footsteps hurrying to the rail and a short scream. “Yes!” He would have shouted if he hadn’t been impersonating a dead body. He heard more movement from above; she was going over the rail, to see if he was ok.
Suddenly he heard her lose her grip and thump she fell right on top of him. He almost laughed, but controlled it.”Dead Body “he thought “dead body” She’d hit hard, landing right on his chest, he wasn’t the softest thing to land on. A rock probably would have been softer. She seemed fine after a few seconds, so he continued on with his dead charade. Not moving or breathing, he continued to lay there. He could see her face as he stared up at her, unblinking; she looked scared more than anything else.
He wondered what she would do. Maybe she would start trying to give him CPR then right before she blew into his mouth he’d scare her that would be hilarious. Whatever she did he could just sit up and scare her, he had no pulse, so anything he did would scare her pretty bad.
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Post by Ceralynne Marie Stewart on Aug 5, 2009 21:40:40 GMT -5
Ugh, she thought, even a rock would've been softer than this guy. Cera had finally got her breath back but was losing it again due to hyperventilating. She pressed two fingers against his neck where a pulse should have been, but wasn't. She started freaking even worse. She was laying on top of a dead body that had been breathing only minutes before. She gasped, she had never known that death, even the death of a complete stalker-ish stranger, was a heavy toll. Too heavy. Cera refused to let the tears fall. Maybe there was still some hope.
She had taken health classes in high school. If only she could remember how to preform CPR! Cera wracked her brain for the right procedure. It was mostly to distract her from the thought of kissing him. She almost slapped herself. Think! She scolded herself, if she was kissing anything it would be a dead guy who hopefully still had a chance. If she waited too long, maybe it was already too late, he definitely wouldn't survive.
She crawled upwards and placed her heads around his mouth, prying it open. Oh good, he'd brushed. Cera again, almost slapped herself, there was no time for worrying about things like that! She leaned towards him, ready to breath life into his still body.
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Seth Micheals
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Seth Micheals...enough said.
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Post by Seth Micheals on Aug 6, 2009 0:51:06 GMT -5
She seemed to be hyperventilating for half a minute but she finally seemed to pull herself together. Her hand put slight pressure against his neck, vainly looking for his pulse but, there wasn’t one for her to find. He saw as she seemed to start to panic, maybe she couldn’t remember CPR, or was afraid he was dead. He tensed ever so slightly as she leaned towards his face. He watched as a blush reddened her cheeks for a few seconds and then she was close enough. She was seconds from administering CPR when he sprang.
He sat up trying to look as scary as possible “Rawr!” he let his fangs show and his eyes turn the red color they were naturally as he lunged at her, but only for a few short seconds, just long enough for her to see. He knew his face was contorted with false rage; he was going for the evil coming back from the dead look. He was pretty sure he succeeded.
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Post by Ceralynne Marie Stewart on Aug 6, 2009 1:05:06 GMT -5
Cera was inches from those full lips when he suddenly sprang up. Huge fangs jutted out from his mouth and his eyes turned the color of blood. He twisted his face into a terrible sort of grimace of pure fury. Did he really not want her to kiss him that bad? Wait, wait. This dude just came back from the dead..Shock spread through her like electricity.
"V-vam....pi...re" Cera managed to whisper through her shock, then slid forward in a dead faint.
She seemed to be floating in a white abyss. It seemed that the only part of her body still working was her brain, her outer limbs were incapable of movement. She could clearly remember why she was how she was. That stupid thing had scared her to death. Almost. Kind of. Scared her to a dead faint. That was good enough clearance for her to kill him. If she could just wake up....
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Seth Micheals
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Seth Micheals...enough said.
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Post by Seth Micheals on Aug 6, 2009 1:40:20 GMT -5
The look of terror in her face was not what he had expected; he had over done it a smidge. He had only wanted to scare her and make her mad. He had done quite a bit more than that. She seemed to not be breathing, and her eyes were still wide with fear. She started pulling away and then stopped.
Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, her body went limp and she slumped over onto him, out cold. Ok, he had not meant to scare her that bad, not even half that bad. He held her up not wanting her to hit her head but, far away from his body. She had realized what he was, a vampire and if she regained consciousness close to him she would freak. He hadn’t meant for her to figure out he was a vampire, he normally didn’t tell that to random strangers.
He shook her slightly and spoke to her “Hey, wake up. It was a joke, I’m fine. Wake up. Come on.” He waited for a response or for her to wake up. She was still breathing, but he was worried. He hoped he hadn’t scared her for life or anything like that would be pretty bad.
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Post by Ceralynne Marie Stewart on Aug 6, 2009 2:18:19 GMT -5
“Hey, wake up. It was a joke, I’m fine. Wake up. Come on.” His voice echoed to her from far away, or maybe inches away, Cera couldn't tell. She groaned and tried to open her eyes. This was all a dream, her conscious told her to believe that. She didn't. She knew what she had seen. Her stalker had teeth, and his eyes. How did she know that he hadn't been hunting her? Luring her in with his easy-going attitude and nice looks. Better-than-nice looks. That's right, she didn't. He had planned this the entire time. Cera waited expectantly for some sign that he was going to bite her, some sign, a feeling, of his teeth sinking into her neck. Nothing came, no feeling, no sign. Maybe she was dead? She didn't feel dead at least....
Cera could feel the numbness leaving her limbs. She could now locate her appendages, a hand here, and leg there. She now felt that she was actually a body instead of just a brain floating in a numb body.
Her whole body was back now, she decided to leave him hanging then. He so deserved it. For everything he'd done, stalking her, scaring her, she didn't even know his name! Her eyes fluttered open against her will. Mostly because she was curious if she was still laying against him. That was a stupid reason, even Cera could tell it wasn't worth waking up for. Oh well.
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Seth Micheals
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Seth Micheals...enough said.
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Post by Seth Micheals on Aug 6, 2009 2:31:56 GMT -5
She stayed still for half a minute more, that half a minute felt like an hour. “Come on, come on, wake up. I didn’t mean it.” He pleaded with her. He was truly worried now, had he hurt her on accident? Sometimes he didn’t know his own strength, and he ended up hurting someone. He hoped that hadn’t happened.
Then she stirred, her eyed opened slightly. “Thank god” he muttered. She wasn’t still all there but at least she was coming around, and she wasn’t dead. He laid her down on the grass, away from him and waited for her to come around completely. He suddenly realized that he still had his fangs out; he quickly hid them again than returned his attention to her again. He didn’t even know her name.
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Post by Ceralynne Marie Stewart on Aug 6, 2009 3:00:40 GMT -5
Cera felt herself being laid down onto the grass. "Ugh..." She groaned and rolled over face down. The cool grass felt good on her face. "Whatisyourproblem....?" She mumbled, her words slurred as she tried to speak past the headache that was currently throbbing painfully. It hurt to talk. Her headache rolled through her again. It spread from her head through her body in one aching roll. Then it was gone. She sighed. Her headache dissipated and she seemed to be oriented enough to push herself up into a sitting position. She swayed a bit but stayed up. Fainting didn't seem to help her balance. Cera didn't plan on fainting again anyway. She knew this guys tricks now, she knew he supposedly didn't have to breath to 'live'. If he truly was a vampire. Did that make him like a sort of Edward? You know, just slightly more stalker-ish. Scratch that-Just as stalker-ish as Edward? Well, whatever kind of 'un-dead' beast he was he was a freak. A freak who liked to scare girls. Innoce-mostly innocent-girls.
"Ugh.." She groaned again realizing her friend Sam was still gone and she was stuck forever with the crazy-stalker-Edward-guy. She buried her head in her hands. How long would she have to put up with this?
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Seth Micheals
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Seth Micheals...enough said.
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Post by Seth Micheals on Aug 6, 2009 3:21:17 GMT -5
The uncontrollable happiness had been put out like the flame on a candle. "What have you done Seth?" He muttered outloud. She finally opened her eyes fully, and then she started to move. A violent shudder coursed her body, than it stopped. She managed the strength to pushed herself up off the yellow grass; she wobbled just a little bit but seemed stable enough.
“Thank god you’re ok. I took that a bit too far didn’t I?” He looked up to meet her eyes. They didn’t look as angry as he expected, that was good, right? Her skin was much paler than it had been a few minutes ago, but that were probably from the shock of him coming back from the dead. Beside that she seemed ok, no visible damage but, that didn’t mean anything. He could’ve done a lot of other, less noticeable, damage to her.
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Post by Ceralynne Marie Stewart on Aug 6, 2009 4:12:42 GMT -5
“Thank god you’re ok. I took that a bit too far didn’t I?” The supposed 'Seth' said. He sounded sincere at least. But did that really mean anything with a vampire? He hadn't bitten her even though there was the best chance possible to. Did that count for anything? Cera was still too muddled to think coherently. It was all so confusing, nothing made sense anymore. Screw life. Screw vampires- especially ones named Seth. Who had an odd urge to stalk people of the opposite sex. Her thoughts swam slowly through her head; she just wanted to sleep. She would if she could get back inside, stupid Sam.
She looked up at her vampire capture, he was watching her intently. Cera blushed under his intense stare, searching for something hidden there. For scars probably. She didn't scar easily, but she'd always thought that was an evident part of her. Whatever, he could try and scar her as much as he wanted, what did it matter to her anyway? She slumped her shoulders and frowned thoughtfully. Her life often took unexpected turns. Like being stalked by a vampire for instance.
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Seth Micheals
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Seth Micheals...enough said.
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Post by Seth Micheals on Aug 6, 2009 4:29:55 GMT -5
He could see the slightest droop in her eyes as she sat in the grass. She must be exhausted, he thought so he stood up and proceeded to the door, not at the blinding speeds he had been moving before but at his normal speed. He pulled himself up onto the steps easily, and then picked the lock on the door with a hair pin that had dropped out of her hair earlier as she had sat on the steps. The lock put up a bit of a fight, groaning and clicking as he picked it, but finally gave way, allowing him entrance into the house.
He jumped back down to where she sat in the grass, “The doors unlocked” he told her He suddenly felt drained, as if a heavy veil had descended upon him. Before he could leave though he had to make sure she got inside, although it wasn’t a far walk. It was the least he could do. The sadness that had overtaken him a few minutes ago was now receding, he felt better now that she was awake mostly unscathed.
He reached his hand down to her, offering to help her stand up but it wasn’t guilt that compelled this act, it was something else, maybe kindness, which did.
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