Post by victoria o'daly on Apr 6, 2009 21:36:49 GMT
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( VICTORIA LOUISE O'DALY )
one day i'm gonna forget your name
one sweet day you're gonna drown in my lost pain
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- - - I DARE SAY THAT I'VE HEARD OF YOU BEFORE. REMIND ME AGAIN, WHAT'S THE NAME YOUR PARENTS GAVE YOU, ANY SIGNIFICANCE ?
My name is Victoria Louise O’Daly. I was born in Ireland, hence my surname. Victoria was my mother’s name, who died giving birth to me. Louise, her mother’s name. It’s nothing special really. A name is a name.
- - - REMIND ME AGAIN, WHEN WERE YOU BORN ? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH
It’s been far too long. I can’t remember the day of my birth. Well.. at least, the day of my birth as a human that is. I remember the day I was born a vampire very clearly, thank you. October the eleventh. The year doesn’t matter. Neither does the place. All that matters was that I was born again as a much stronger woman. In both a literal and hypothetical sense, I suppose.
- - - CHRIST YOU DON'T LOOK FAMILIAR, DO YOU LIVE IN THESE PARTS?
I don’t live anywhere. Why would I need somewhere to live? I don’t feel the need to tie myself down to locations like those… freaks do. The Cullens need a house because they can’t survive the wild. I am the wild. Why would I need a material home?
- - - SO WE KNOW THIS IS GONNA SOUND STRANGE, BUT WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU?
Really? I’ll give you a few hints. I’m not human, and I drink blood.
- - - OKAY, BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE YOU IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DON'T WORRY, MY LIPS ARE SEALED
I don’t see the point of this question, but I’m up for anything, really.
- - - TELL ME: WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE
- -being evil. What can I say? It’s a gift.
- -collecting tokens from my victims
- -the thrill of the hunt
- -getting what I want
- -blood. I like blood. A lot.
- -I used to love spending time with my James. But a certain thorn in my side of a human took that away from me….
- - - AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THERE ARE THINGS WE JUST CAN'T STAND. WHAT ARE YOUR'S
- -ISABELLA SWAN
- -EDWARD CULLEN
- -actually… All of the Cullens in general.
- -feeling weak
- -knowing how much I miss James because it makes me feel weak
- -having my plans foiled
- -did I already mention that I hate Isabella Swan? …because I do.
- - - ANY SHORT OR LONG TERM GOALS ? WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS ? IN TEN ? HOW DO YOU PLAN TO GET THERE
My goal in life is to kill that little… Bella Swan needs to die. Thanks to her, and her little pet of a vampire Edward, my James is dead. I’ll do whatever it takes to show Edward Priss Cullen what that kind of pain feels like.
- - - WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT HAS SCARED YOU THE MOST, WHAT WOULD IT BE
I’m Victoria. I’m a vampire. After James’ death, there’s nothing more in this life for me to live for, other than the death of Isabella. Why should I fear anything?
- - - IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS
One night stands are more my style.
- - - NOW, YOU KNOW THAT I ADORE YOU, BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY INTERESTING PARENTS, WHO ARE THEY AND WHAT ARE THEY LIKE
I don’t remember my parents, nor do I care to. I was weak as a human. I don’t regret forgetting that life.
- - - ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN
Again, I don’t remember any of those things. Why do you keep asking me these questions?
- - - HOW ABOUT PETS, HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE
Animals are annoying.
- - - OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHAT'S YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET ? I WON'T TELL
If I were to have a secret – and I will personally hunt you down and tear you limb from limb if you tell anyone this – it would be that I miss James more than I ever could have realized possible. I knew I cared for him, but… well… this pain is nearly unbearable…
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Hey there shades of grey. my name is KUHKATIE and I've been roleplaying for SIX OR SEVEN years. I'm SEVENTEEN years old, and I found you through …the grapvine ? If you need to hit me up, you know you can always reach me though MSN As you can see, I enjoy using RACHELLE LEFEVRE as a play-by. Oh, and if you want to see what I can do, check out the role play sample. Yeah, I'm awesome. I know.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
ELLIOT HEARD HER moving towards him, but he didn’t look up. He couldn’t look at her. It hurt him to know this fear inside of him was keeping her from him. He wanted nothing more than to wrap her up in his arms, hold her close. He wanted to tell her everything. He wanted her to know, but he didn’t want her to run away. He didn’t want her to fear him, to hate him. And it was these worries that kept him from doing what he wanted so badly to do. It broke his heart, knowing that he couldn’t be human for her. What he wouldn’t give to become human again, if only to live a long life and then die by her side. What a peaceful death that would be, he thought to himself.
SUDDENLY, HE considered his recent flurry of emotions and he had a revelation. He thought over every single emotion Molly had ever evoked in him. How the way she smiled and laughed made him feel warm. How her insistent curiosity had irritated and worried him at the same time. How her cousin had made him feel defensive and more protective of her than anything he had ever come across in his life. Molly he cared about, that much he knew. Now, the question was… was it something more than he realized? He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t asked himself this question before. He supposed now that he was faced with losing Molly, he realized how much she meant to him. More than he had believed. Molly Carson, the girl who was always curious, always asking questions… was also a girl that had somehow made him come alive again without even realizing it.
BEFORE MOLLY, HE had spent every day of his life, from home and to school. He never socialized with those his own “age”, he rarely spoke to anyone other than Nora and Isaac unless necessary, and he hardly ever left the house. He spent all of his time in his room reading book after book and writing countless songs. He hardly ever used the computer in their home, even less using it to chat online; mainly because he had no friends to talk to. Yet, the first time in months that he should venture on the messenger, he stumbled into something he hadn’t realized he wouldn’t be able to get away from until it was too late. Of course, he wasn’t sure he had ever wanted to escape this. To escape Molly. Somehow, he was sure that he had known from the beginning that Molly would be impossible to get away from, but also that he knew he would never want to get away. Molly had given him hope. She had given him light. She had given him humanity - if only as much as he could be given. And, most importantly of all, Molly had given him the one thing that he hadn’t even realized he had been looking for. Something that had managed to evade his mind until this very moment.
AS SHE CAME TOWARDS him, he looked up to see her crutches falling to the ground, almost in slow motion. She was moving then, her arms reaching for him, sliding around his neck as she jumped from the ground. It was a with a bit of difficulty, he knew, but as she leapt up to wrap her arms and legs around him, he felt his arms encircle her waist to prevent her from falling. Then, she was smiling at him, and he felt his chest give a swell. Almost as though it would burst if any more of this sudden emotion were to flood in. He knew he had never felt like this before. Of course, something similar arose when he recalled the vague, pleasant memories of his family. He felt something close when he imagined how much he cared for Nora and Isaac now, but never before had he felt anything like this. It was warm, and happy, and incredibly, undeniably fulfilling. He felt, with a sudden assurance, that he was, for the first time in his entire life, whole. Like he was a puzzle, left unfinished, and Molly was the missing piece. How strange to think that he hadn’t realized this until now.
“IF YOU DON’T WANT me to go, give me a reason to stay.”
THIS INCREDIBLY whimsical girl, he realized, with a sudden clarity, had him absolutely and uncontrollably head over heels. Love. This was the thing he had recognized for the first time just moments ago. True, pure, and knock-him-off-of-his-feet love. He loved Molly Carson. He loved her curious antics, her sarcastic sense of humor, her smile, her laugh, her inability to stay still for more than a moment, that little journal she apparently kept all of her inner most thoughts in. He loved everything. Everything that made Molly Carson who she was. He had fallen in love with all of her faults, and all of her perfections. He had fallen in love with her troublesome way of looking for answers. He had fallen in love with how she never hesitated to be herself, how she didn’t care what a single person thought. He had fallen in love with her reckless driving, even if it had managed to land her in the hospital with a broken leg. Molly brought a sense of humanity to his bleak, immortal life. Somehow, without even realizing it, he had grown to care for her more than he’d even begun to think he could comprehend. Love. The word itself simply had his chest fluttering with unmistakable butterflies. Strange, how he’d never wondered what that feeling was until now.
THEN, SHE WAS LEANING in, gazing at him with those eyes until they slid shut. He didn’t realize what was happening until her lips were against his. He felt a shiver race down his spine as the warmth of her lips met his and he heard himself inhale quietly out of surprise, not expecting the feeling to be so intense. The warmth burned at his lips, but it was a good kind of burn. He wasn’t sure, for a moment, if this was a good idea. Molly was close: too close. If he couldn’t control himself… But then again, this kiss, this moment… It just felt so right, so incredibly right. But her scent was enveloping him, surrounding him, tempting him. He needed to-… It was so perfect, so right… But she was-… But it was-… Oh, to hell with it.
HESITANTLY, HE SLOWLY returned her kiss with a cautious one of his own, leaning forward to press his lips more fully against hers. He felt another shiver race down his spine, followed by a small spark of electricity. This, he told himself, had to have been some sort of sign. How could something like this be so incredibly perfect, so unbelievably perfect, and not mean that Molly deserved to know the things he was keeping from her? Yes, perhaps telling her would endanger her, but he told himself that he would gladly fight through the fires of hell to keep her from harm. Aside from everything else, however, she deserved to know. What good was loving someone, keeping secrets from them? Though, he knew some things were better left as secrets, he also knew that he couldn’t let Molly become such a big part of his life without allowing her to know the whole truth.
SUDDENLY AWARE of the level of danger elevating from the kiss, though it was still soft and hesitant, he reached up with one hand, his other arm still locked around her waist and took her chin in his hand, reluctantly pulling away from her lips. He could taste her scent on his tongue, and it was quickly becoming a very bad thing. He needed a moment to gather his wits about him, to calm his thoughts, to push aside the burning in his throat. It was now or never. He needed to tell her what needed to be said before he lost his motivation once more.
“MOLLY,” He spoke slowly, his eyes still closed as his thoughts continued to whirl around his mind, though they began to calm once more as he sorted through what he was going to say next. Then, he opened his eyes and, without hesitation now, looked directly into hers, the hand on her chin moving to slowly caress her cheek. The burning in his throat was horrible, but he was confident now. Sure that he would be able to control himself in his moment, if only to tell her his deepest, darkest secret because he knew that even if she ran in fear, she would know somewhere in her heart that he cared for her. “Molly Carson, I love you. I don’t want you to go... I never want you to go. ” He felt his lips curve just in the slightest at this verbal confession. Almost as though it had been waiting there for ages, and now that it was finally being released, he could feel the full wonder of it all. “Anything I tell you, I tell you because I trust you… It took me awhile to realize it, but I trust you, even with my most daunting of secrets.” After a small pause, he felt his smile widen, warmer now, and he slowly brushed his fingers through the hair across her brow. “And I trust you with my heart… It’s belongs to you now.”
STILL SMILING, HE took a moment to consider what to say next. The smile slowly faded from his face as the apprehension set in and his gaze drifted for a moment to the fridge once again. Then, with a quiet sigh, he carefully dislodged Molly from around his waist, carefully setting her back on her own two feet, though he still kept an arm wrapped securely around her waist. He told himself that his excuse could be that he simply wanted to be sure that she was steady without her crutches, though he knew the truth. He was frightened of letting go, worried that by doing so, Molly would suddenly disappear. After a moment, he sighed, looking back at the fridge again, and then lowering he gaze to the floor as he attempted to figure out how he was supposed to say all of this. How did one go about telling someone that they were a bloodsucking monster? ‘Hi there, neighbor. Just moved in next door. Nice rose garden you’ve got there. Oh, and by the way. I’m a vampire. Alright? Alright, see ya around.’ Hah, yeah right. If only it were that easy. He didn’t want Molly to fear him, he didn’t want her to hate him. He didn’t want to lose her.
“I-… I’M… I DON’T know how-” He sighed out of frustration when he realized there was no easy way to go about this. No way to break the news without being too blunt or too vague. This situation was ridiculously black or white. There was no gray area in between. Sighing again, he lifted his gaze to hers once more. He was sure some of the pain had returned from before, but it was eased with the simple knowledge that he had at least told her that he loved her before anything else. He was comforted in knowing that he had at least gotten that off of his chest. Now, he had a whole other game to play and create the rules to. He didn’t even know where to start. Finally deciding on a simple way to begin, he gathered his thoughts and began speaking, all the while watching Molly closely, taking note of her reactions.
“MY REAL NAME IS Elliot Bartholomew Wilkinson. My parents were Mary Elizabeth and John… I was one of six, the second oldest. I had three brothers and two sisters. We lived in London. I was born on April the fourteenth… in eighteen fifty-one.” Here, he paused. One part of the explanation out of the way - his age. Or at least, that he had lived longer than anyone who appeared to be only eighteen should… Shoving these thoughts away, he pushed onwards. “I used to like to take walks to clear my mind… When I was eighteen, I wandered out of the house late at night and got lost. I met a very lovely woman, who said she would show me the way back to the street that I needed to take home…” He paused here, his hand drifting from Molly’s face to the nape of his neck, where his scar lay hidden beneath the collar of his shirt. The last vivid memories of his human life flashed before his eyes and he fell silent for a moment, reliving the last few minutes of his human life.
WHEN HE REALIZED that he had dazed off, he pulled himself out of the memories and back into the present. His brows pulled together as he tried sorting through his jumbled thoughts once again. “She attacked me… I couldn’t believe how quickly she moved, or her strength, but everything after that is… It’s blurry…” He decided to leave out the mention of the excruciating pain he went through for those three days. That could be saved for another time, should she ever decide she wanted to hear more. “If it weren’t for Nora, I would have died then, but she took me in and cared for me… When I woke, some days later, I was… different… Incredibly different… Nora told me what had happened..” Here came the hard part. What to say? Again, his fingers found his scar through the material of his shirt, and as he spoke, his voice grew quiet and cautious. “During the attack, I’d been… bitten… and when I came to… I wasn’t human anymore…”
SUDDENLY, HE considered his recent flurry of emotions and he had a revelation. He thought over every single emotion Molly had ever evoked in him. How the way she smiled and laughed made him feel warm. How her insistent curiosity had irritated and worried him at the same time. How her cousin had made him feel defensive and more protective of her than anything he had ever come across in his life. Molly he cared about, that much he knew. Now, the question was… was it something more than he realized? He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t asked himself this question before. He supposed now that he was faced with losing Molly, he realized how much she meant to him. More than he had believed. Molly Carson, the girl who was always curious, always asking questions… was also a girl that had somehow made him come alive again without even realizing it.
BEFORE MOLLY, HE had spent every day of his life, from home and to school. He never socialized with those his own “age”, he rarely spoke to anyone other than Nora and Isaac unless necessary, and he hardly ever left the house. He spent all of his time in his room reading book after book and writing countless songs. He hardly ever used the computer in their home, even less using it to chat online; mainly because he had no friends to talk to. Yet, the first time in months that he should venture on the messenger, he stumbled into something he hadn’t realized he wouldn’t be able to get away from until it was too late. Of course, he wasn’t sure he had ever wanted to escape this. To escape Molly. Somehow, he was sure that he had known from the beginning that Molly would be impossible to get away from, but also that he knew he would never want to get away. Molly had given him hope. She had given him light. She had given him humanity - if only as much as he could be given. And, most importantly of all, Molly had given him the one thing that he hadn’t even realized he had been looking for. Something that had managed to evade his mind until this very moment.
AS SHE CAME TOWARDS him, he looked up to see her crutches falling to the ground, almost in slow motion. She was moving then, her arms reaching for him, sliding around his neck as she jumped from the ground. It was a with a bit of difficulty, he knew, but as she leapt up to wrap her arms and legs around him, he felt his arms encircle her waist to prevent her from falling. Then, she was smiling at him, and he felt his chest give a swell. Almost as though it would burst if any more of this sudden emotion were to flood in. He knew he had never felt like this before. Of course, something similar arose when he recalled the vague, pleasant memories of his family. He felt something close when he imagined how much he cared for Nora and Isaac now, but never before had he felt anything like this. It was warm, and happy, and incredibly, undeniably fulfilling. He felt, with a sudden assurance, that he was, for the first time in his entire life, whole. Like he was a puzzle, left unfinished, and Molly was the missing piece. How strange to think that he hadn’t realized this until now.
“IF YOU DON’T WANT me to go, give me a reason to stay.”
THIS INCREDIBLY whimsical girl, he realized, with a sudden clarity, had him absolutely and uncontrollably head over heels. Love. This was the thing he had recognized for the first time just moments ago. True, pure, and knock-him-off-of-his-feet love. He loved Molly Carson. He loved her curious antics, her sarcastic sense of humor, her smile, her laugh, her inability to stay still for more than a moment, that little journal she apparently kept all of her inner most thoughts in. He loved everything. Everything that made Molly Carson who she was. He had fallen in love with all of her faults, and all of her perfections. He had fallen in love with her troublesome way of looking for answers. He had fallen in love with how she never hesitated to be herself, how she didn’t care what a single person thought. He had fallen in love with her reckless driving, even if it had managed to land her in the hospital with a broken leg. Molly brought a sense of humanity to his bleak, immortal life. Somehow, without even realizing it, he had grown to care for her more than he’d even begun to think he could comprehend. Love. The word itself simply had his chest fluttering with unmistakable butterflies. Strange, how he’d never wondered what that feeling was until now.
THEN, SHE WAS LEANING in, gazing at him with those eyes until they slid shut. He didn’t realize what was happening until her lips were against his. He felt a shiver race down his spine as the warmth of her lips met his and he heard himself inhale quietly out of surprise, not expecting the feeling to be so intense. The warmth burned at his lips, but it was a good kind of burn. He wasn’t sure, for a moment, if this was a good idea. Molly was close: too close. If he couldn’t control himself… But then again, this kiss, this moment… It just felt so right, so incredibly right. But her scent was enveloping him, surrounding him, tempting him. He needed to-… It was so perfect, so right… But she was-… But it was-… Oh, to hell with it.
HESITANTLY, HE SLOWLY returned her kiss with a cautious one of his own, leaning forward to press his lips more fully against hers. He felt another shiver race down his spine, followed by a small spark of electricity. This, he told himself, had to have been some sort of sign. How could something like this be so incredibly perfect, so unbelievably perfect, and not mean that Molly deserved to know the things he was keeping from her? Yes, perhaps telling her would endanger her, but he told himself that he would gladly fight through the fires of hell to keep her from harm. Aside from everything else, however, she deserved to know. What good was loving someone, keeping secrets from them? Though, he knew some things were better left as secrets, he also knew that he couldn’t let Molly become such a big part of his life without allowing her to know the whole truth.
SUDDENLY AWARE of the level of danger elevating from the kiss, though it was still soft and hesitant, he reached up with one hand, his other arm still locked around her waist and took her chin in his hand, reluctantly pulling away from her lips. He could taste her scent on his tongue, and it was quickly becoming a very bad thing. He needed a moment to gather his wits about him, to calm his thoughts, to push aside the burning in his throat. It was now or never. He needed to tell her what needed to be said before he lost his motivation once more.
“MOLLY,” He spoke slowly, his eyes still closed as his thoughts continued to whirl around his mind, though they began to calm once more as he sorted through what he was going to say next. Then, he opened his eyes and, without hesitation now, looked directly into hers, the hand on her chin moving to slowly caress her cheek. The burning in his throat was horrible, but he was confident now. Sure that he would be able to control himself in his moment, if only to tell her his deepest, darkest secret because he knew that even if she ran in fear, she would know somewhere in her heart that he cared for her. “Molly Carson, I love you. I don’t want you to go... I never want you to go. ” He felt his lips curve just in the slightest at this verbal confession. Almost as though it had been waiting there for ages, and now that it was finally being released, he could feel the full wonder of it all. “Anything I tell you, I tell you because I trust you… It took me awhile to realize it, but I trust you, even with my most daunting of secrets.” After a small pause, he felt his smile widen, warmer now, and he slowly brushed his fingers through the hair across her brow. “And I trust you with my heart… It’s belongs to you now.”
STILL SMILING, HE took a moment to consider what to say next. The smile slowly faded from his face as the apprehension set in and his gaze drifted for a moment to the fridge once again. Then, with a quiet sigh, he carefully dislodged Molly from around his waist, carefully setting her back on her own two feet, though he still kept an arm wrapped securely around her waist. He told himself that his excuse could be that he simply wanted to be sure that she was steady without her crutches, though he knew the truth. He was frightened of letting go, worried that by doing so, Molly would suddenly disappear. After a moment, he sighed, looking back at the fridge again, and then lowering he gaze to the floor as he attempted to figure out how he was supposed to say all of this. How did one go about telling someone that they were a bloodsucking monster? ‘Hi there, neighbor. Just moved in next door. Nice rose garden you’ve got there. Oh, and by the way. I’m a vampire. Alright? Alright, see ya around.’ Hah, yeah right. If only it were that easy. He didn’t want Molly to fear him, he didn’t want her to hate him. He didn’t want to lose her.
“I-… I’M… I DON’T know how-” He sighed out of frustration when he realized there was no easy way to go about this. No way to break the news without being too blunt or too vague. This situation was ridiculously black or white. There was no gray area in between. Sighing again, he lifted his gaze to hers once more. He was sure some of the pain had returned from before, but it was eased with the simple knowledge that he had at least told her that he loved her before anything else. He was comforted in knowing that he had at least gotten that off of his chest. Now, he had a whole other game to play and create the rules to. He didn’t even know where to start. Finally deciding on a simple way to begin, he gathered his thoughts and began speaking, all the while watching Molly closely, taking note of her reactions.
“MY REAL NAME IS Elliot Bartholomew Wilkinson. My parents were Mary Elizabeth and John… I was one of six, the second oldest. I had three brothers and two sisters. We lived in London. I was born on April the fourteenth… in eighteen fifty-one.” Here, he paused. One part of the explanation out of the way - his age. Or at least, that he had lived longer than anyone who appeared to be only eighteen should… Shoving these thoughts away, he pushed onwards. “I used to like to take walks to clear my mind… When I was eighteen, I wandered out of the house late at night and got lost. I met a very lovely woman, who said she would show me the way back to the street that I needed to take home…” He paused here, his hand drifting from Molly’s face to the nape of his neck, where his scar lay hidden beneath the collar of his shirt. The last vivid memories of his human life flashed before his eyes and he fell silent for a moment, reliving the last few minutes of his human life.
WHEN HE REALIZED that he had dazed off, he pulled himself out of the memories and back into the present. His brows pulled together as he tried sorting through his jumbled thoughts once again. “She attacked me… I couldn’t believe how quickly she moved, or her strength, but everything after that is… It’s blurry…” He decided to leave out the mention of the excruciating pain he went through for those three days. That could be saved for another time, should she ever decide she wanted to hear more. “If it weren’t for Nora, I would have died then, but she took me in and cared for me… When I woke, some days later, I was… different… Incredibly different… Nora told me what had happened..” Here came the hard part. What to say? Again, his fingers found his scar through the material of his shirt, and as he spoke, his voice grew quiet and cautious. “During the attack, I’d been… bitten… and when I came to… I wasn’t human anymore…”
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