Post by beee on Aug 29, 2008 19:31:41 GMT
THROW IT AWAY, FORGET YESTERDAY
WE'LL MAKE THE GREAT ESCAPE ,
CLOSED ./ KATE[/right][/font]
Garrett William Evans was just passing through Denali on his way further north in a vain attempt to get away from the horrors of the south. No matter how much everything that went on there interested him to no end. He was intrigued by the way the covens fought, the way the newborns seemed to attack each other without thinking, without caring about the other person. It was incredible. He had to admit that, he had to say that newborns were seriously interesting, and if he could he would create his own newborn army just as an experiment in vampirism. See how long it took for them all to kill each other. Survival of the instinct. Yet, he found himself leaving the wars of the south and travelling to Alaska. Why? Well, that wasn’t really something Garrett could explain, not easily anyway. He just had a feeling, a feeling that Alaska was where he was supposed to be going. To be honest even he is confused by that, but the south had been annoying him and the north was calling, so why the hell not right?[/font][/blockquote]
So Garrett was in Denali. Home of the Denali coven. A coven of vampires who fed off animal blood. This in its self was incredible to him. How did they survive? Garrett had been around nearly 250 years, and he had fed on humans for the entirety of that. Human blood was just so alluring, so natural for him, this new life. The one, which the sisters and the Cullen clan in Washington, had made for themselves, well, it intrigued him. It was different. New even. No one else had ever lived this way before them and it caused Garrett to think. Think about all sorts of different aspects of this life, sorry existence that maybe they hadn’t thought of before. Maybe there was so much more to learn about who they are, what they are, before they could truly understand what had happened to them. This was the reason he came to Denali. Garrett decided. Not because some mysterious force told him there was something waiting for him there, but because subconsciously he wanted to know more. More about this strange golden eyed coven.
Garrett was interested in everything. From lifestyles to Shakespeare, he had spent the last 200 years hunting for answers and coming up with both disappointments at times and learning about new interesting advances others. He enjoyed learning about the cryptic and the stuff humans simply didn’t have the time to learn. He spoke ten languages fluently and was learning his eleventh. He had gone through university twice, but found it very difficult to be in the same room as all those humans for very long or he would have probably done it again. He could control his thirst when he was concentrating hard enough, but Garrett found that when he was excited about what he was learning he slipped. Lost control. He had decided that was the next thing he was going to learn. Control. He would have to talk to his friend Carlisle. He understood he knew a good deal about that sort of thing, though on the grape vine he had heard of the Cullens difficulties so had decided to put off that trip.
Maybe that was another reason he was here in Denali. Since he couldn’t take a trip to forks, maybe he was coming to the next best thing. The sisters must have fairly good control themselves otherwise how would they survive the way they did for so long? How did they not ever slip. That was what Garrett wanted to know.
He raced through the forest, letting the wind sweep through his blonde hair, and attack his stone body. He was untouchable. Nothing could stop him while he was running. He stopped suddenly and took a sniff of the air around him. Trying to work out where the sisters where based. He had never been here before, so was relying solely on his senses to guide him to where he wanted to go. He pressed a hand against the tree and leapt. Jumping up so he could get a better view of his surroundings from the top. He perched on the tree, glad there was no one around to see him acting like Tarzan and he watched. Looking in all directions. Listening to the sounds around him. A small bird, pecking a nearby tree was staring at the magnificent man sitting, like the king of the jungle. Bugs, stopped mid-flight to see the still statue as he concentrated on where he was going. There was no doubt who was the most powerful being here. Swiping his hand suddenly he grabbed one of the bugs and examined it. He had never been to Alaska before. This must be a species that was native here, since he had not seen it before. Gently he turned the creature over in his hand and smiled, before opening his fist and letting it go. Bugs were hardly his favourite food.
Then he saw it. He had gotten distracted which is why he hadn’t spotted it sooner, but there it was. In a small clearing in the middle of the forest was a white house. Very clean cut and it looked rather modern. Large windows adorned one side of the house, while the rest had a balcony running around it. He leapt down from the tree and started running again. Racing to the house. He was sure this was the house of the vegetarian vampires. He knew it. The smell was something he could not deny. It was a sweet one, with the same undertones all vampires had, but there was jasmine, rose and he unique smell of bluebells. He let the scent drift into his nostrils and smirked.
He sprinted the last five hundred steps and stopped abruptly on the doorstep before he bashed into the door, and rang a small little door chime, which was located to the left of the doorframe. A formality really, considering that the occupants of the house probably knew of his arrival before he had even spotted the house. He waited patiently. Waiting for whomever it was who would open the door to arrive. A grin appeared on his face as the small blonde figure greeted him. ”I’m Garrett Evans.” He told her ”and I am just passing through.” His crimson eyes bore into the girl’s golden ones. He had heard the sisters were beautiful, all vampires were, but he was not expecting this.
