Post by Jetta on Jun 14, 2008 18:42:49 GMT -5
Name: Tria
Age: 16, give or take a few years. However old you won’t her to be.
Looks: 5'9, long dark brown hair down to elbows, little or no makeup usually, tom-boyish at times, nice hips, decent boobs, overall nice body.
You rolled out of bed and thumped hard onto the floor. You lay there for a few seconds wondering ifyour foster mother had heard.
Oh well.
You pulled yourself up with a little grunt.
Man, I really need to go to bed earlier. You thought, you had crawled in through the window at two a.m. after a night of wondering through the woods, scaring the little vampire wannabe teenagers. Not that you are a mythical creature or anything, you’re just a little smarter than them. Who isn't.
They are always so high on some new drug, they probably have two brain cells left.
You struggled out of the jeans that you had slept in and pulled a new, slightly cleaner, pair on. You quickly brushed the leaves and twigs out of your long brown hair and put it in a braid, along with a stretched out, ripped, black, air force T-shirt.
The fashion police can go to hell.
You thumped down the stairs as quickly as you could, hoping to get out before the foster beast woke up.
"TRIA"!!
f**k
"Yes"? You entered the kitchen where your foster mother sat at the table looking like she had died and risen two months later. Disgusting.
"I heard you get in late last night again". She said softly, her nasty, wet eyes gleaming.
"Um yeah," You thought quickly "I got lost on the way home from school". How is that for a brilliant alabi?
"Tria, Tria. Tssk tssk. And I thought better of you". I resisted the urge to strangle the fat hog. She watched to many soap operas. You guessed the dramaticies rubbed off after a while.
You gritted your teeth. "And why would you do that"? You asked.
"Excuse me"? Eluese blinked at you and pursed her lips. "Did you just back sass me"?
This time you couldn't restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. "No Eluese".
"Auntie, I TOLD you to call me auntie. I cannot BELIEVE the nerve of some teenagers these days". She had gotten that of off a soap opera too.
She pulled her fat buttocks out of the chair and came over to stand in front of you. You glared at her squat, 5'6 self, clearly letting her know that you would smear her all over the wall if she tried anything. She glared back, slightly scared looking. She looked ready to blow, and you were prepared for it, then her eyes lost that angry look, and took on a look of pure joy. Evil joy.
Suddenly you were afraid.
"I DO know who you are afraid of though". She giggled like a little girl at the thought of my horror. "No". A small whimper escaped your lips and you crumpled against the wall, curling into a small ball, clutching the small scars on your neck.
"Oh Drake dear"!! Eluese called in a disgusting sing-song voice. You could HEAR her smile.
A grunt came from upstairs, and someone thumped out of bed, and down the stairs.
A six foot five frame of pure muscle and bones emerged in the doorway. Drake.
"Yeah mum"? He blinked sleepily, and you stood up, shooting him a nasty glare. Eluese nodded towards you with a little smile. Pure nasty smile.
Dryke grunted and walked over to you. You struggled, but he threw you over his shoulder, and carried you outside as if you were a sack of potatoes. Strait into the shed.
You opened your mouth to scream, but a knife at your throat cut you off.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you". Drake hissed softly, his cold, dead breath whispering on the skin under your ear.
"Don't touch me". You gasped out, on the verge of panic.
"Now, now," He crooned softly, "None of this now". You let out a strangled cry as his fangs touched your neck, probing, then pressing into the spot right beneath your ear. You went limp, you couldn't help it. He let you slump to the floor, motionless, a few minutes later. Then he left, wiping his mouth.
You rolled over and started to cry. You couldn't help it. Why did he have to do this?
Eluese was a pure monster, even more than Drake. He just followed along with her. She was his real mother, compared to you who she had just fostered for a few months.
He was like her little pet. Pet out of hell.
It is a pure creepy feeling, someone else drinking your blood.
You started to shake, still crying. You hated crying. It made you feel weak.
You pulled yourself up and left the shed shakily. You had to go to school. If you skipped again, the social workers would have a fit.
You tried to cover up the bite marks with your hair, but that didn't work so well. A thin stream of blood trickled down into your collar.
Oh well, the nosy grownups would just think you were some stupid teenager messing around.
You walked the short, five minutes to the school, and stopped at a gas station close to it. After you exchanged a few words with the cashier, you emerged with a coffee and a bagel.
Who didn't love free food?
You walked shakily, trying not to cringe away from every being you saw.
You felt sick, dirty, not like them. It is a horrible feeling to feel like less than others.
You walked by the dumpster, dumping your coffee into it, and were headed towards the school doors when a hand stopped you.
You shrank away from the hand, but then stopped yourself. Straightening, you gave the owner a glare. To late.
"Why are you frightened"? A cool, male voice, belonging to a huge guy with even more muscle than Drake asked. His bright green eyes surveyed you curiously.
"I'm not". You replied coolly, averting your eyes and trying to head towards the school door.
"Where did you get this"? He asked, lightly touching the marks on your neck.
You flinched away and restrained the urge to kick him.
"Nowhere". You said, trying to shove him out of the way to get to the school doors.
"Did Drake do it to you"?
"No". But he had already seen the look of shock inyour eyes. How did he know"?
"Are you his slave"? The guy asked. He flicked his medium length, dark brown hair out of his eyes and looked at you curiously.
"Why would I do something disgusting like that". You finally found an opening and shot through it before he could stop you.
"So he feed's WITH your consent"? The guy asked disgusted.
You felt like throwing up at the word "feed", it made you feel like some kind of animal.
You ran towards the door in a hurry to get away from this guy. You had already told him to much.
But as you ran, you caught your foot on the edge of a broken brick and fell. Ignoring the pain, you tried to run again, but someone grabbed you from behind. At first you thought it was the guy from a few seconds ago, but when you turned around to yell at him, you stared horrified into the face of Drake.
He grinned nastily.
"I see you have been going around spilling the family secret". His breath clouded your senses and you could tell he was drunk. Of off blood or alcohol, you did not know.
"Leave me alone". You cried, "go crawl in a hole and die"! You were the queen or original comebacks, obviously.
"Only if I can bring you with me". Drake said smiling.
"f**k of". You kicked him in the shins and ran. You could hear him gaining on you, his drunken breath hissing through his cracked lips.
You could of sworn that you felt cold, thin fingers wrapping around your neck, then you heard a scream and a crack.
You didn't even turn around, just raced for the school. You made it through the doors just as the bell rang and headed for your class.
A few snickers filled the room as you tried to slip in quietly, but Mrs. Finch glanced up sharply from her desk.
"And why, exactly are you late AGAIN dear"? She asked.
"Family business". You said quickly, sitting down in your desk at the far corner.
"You used that excuse last time"? She said with a sigh, she didn't even explain all the what's, why's, when's and where's of the detention she WASN'T going to give you.
You had her wrapped around your little finger, just like the rest of the teachers and staff in this school.
You sat silently, barely even listening as she proceeded to take role.
Blood oozed through the cut on your knee and you thought that might of been partially why Drake had come after you again.
You tried to wipe it of with a tissue but finding it useless, let it run its course. The next few hours went as normal as they usually did.
Lunch time, you quickly stole an apple when the lunch lady wasn't looking and headed outside to sit in the sun. Sometime's another girl or guy would join you, but not today.
You quickly found the bush where you usually sat and laughed as a little bird appeared on the branch a few feet away from me.
"No food today". You told it. You usually gave the little chickadee crusts and crumbs, but you somehow doubted that it wanted some apple. It hopped away, chirping.
"Tria Griggsly to the main office please". A voice came on over the intercom.
You sighed, annoyed. You had probably pushed it a little to far with Mrs. Finch.
You stood up, startling the bird, and threw the apple core into the bushes.
You headed towards the main entrance, then stopped when you heard a figure behind you.
"What do you want"? You asked.
You knew it was the guy from earlier in the alley from the figure of the shadow on the pavement.
"I wouldn't go to the main office if I were you". His cool, foggy voice said quietly.
"Why not"?
"Because, your mother-"
"Foster mother"!
"Your foster mother has sent your social worker to pick you up, and she is accompanied by several, armed, policemen". He spoke calmly, as if discussing the weather.
"What"?? You said, nearly choking on your bite of apple "Why"?
"Because your foster brother was found dead this morning in the alley way".
"Wha-"? Then it dawned on you. "You"!
"Wow, first guess too". He had that bored, why am I here, look on his face.
"Why are you warning me of"?You asked confused. You didn't mean to be rude, but this guy didn't even know you!
"What, no why's, or how-could-you-you-dirty-monster? How come you're not running away screaming"? His green eyes looked at you curiously through a curtain of dark hair.
"I don't know". You shrugged "Shock maybe". For some reason it really didn't bother you that a killer was standing alone with you in a courtyard with no one but a small bird as a witness if he pulled out a knife.
"That's interesting...". He said, looking slightly disappointed."I had hoped that you would make a fuss, and I would of had to kill you". Your eyes widened at this, it looked like he was dead serious "Anyhow," He snapped his gaze back up to meet your eyes" You're not going to jail for something you didn't do, I do have a little pride you know". He turned, not looking back, and started towards the parking lot.
"What-wait"?!!You called, running after him. "What am I supposed to do now"?You asked him, frantic. "I have no home, in case you haven't noticed"!
"Oh, did I forget to mention? You're coming back with me".
Age: 16, give or take a few years. However old you won’t her to be.
Looks: 5'9, long dark brown hair down to elbows, little or no makeup usually, tom-boyish at times, nice hips, decent boobs, overall nice body.
You rolled out of bed and thumped hard onto the floor. You lay there for a few seconds wondering ifyour foster mother had heard.
Oh well.
You pulled yourself up with a little grunt.
Man, I really need to go to bed earlier. You thought, you had crawled in through the window at two a.m. after a night of wondering through the woods, scaring the little vampire wannabe teenagers. Not that you are a mythical creature or anything, you’re just a little smarter than them. Who isn't.
They are always so high on some new drug, they probably have two brain cells left.
You struggled out of the jeans that you had slept in and pulled a new, slightly cleaner, pair on. You quickly brushed the leaves and twigs out of your long brown hair and put it in a braid, along with a stretched out, ripped, black, air force T-shirt.
The fashion police can go to hell.
You thumped down the stairs as quickly as you could, hoping to get out before the foster beast woke up.
"TRIA"!!
f**k
"Yes"? You entered the kitchen where your foster mother sat at the table looking like she had died and risen two months later. Disgusting.
"I heard you get in late last night again". She said softly, her nasty, wet eyes gleaming.
"Um yeah," You thought quickly "I got lost on the way home from school". How is that for a brilliant alabi?
"Tria, Tria. Tssk tssk. And I thought better of you". I resisted the urge to strangle the fat hog. She watched to many soap operas. You guessed the dramaticies rubbed off after a while.
You gritted your teeth. "And why would you do that"? You asked.
"Excuse me"? Eluese blinked at you and pursed her lips. "Did you just back sass me"?
This time you couldn't restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. "No Eluese".
"Auntie, I TOLD you to call me auntie. I cannot BELIEVE the nerve of some teenagers these days". She had gotten that of off a soap opera too.
She pulled her fat buttocks out of the chair and came over to stand in front of you. You glared at her squat, 5'6 self, clearly letting her know that you would smear her all over the wall if she tried anything. She glared back, slightly scared looking. She looked ready to blow, and you were prepared for it, then her eyes lost that angry look, and took on a look of pure joy. Evil joy.
Suddenly you were afraid.
"I DO know who you are afraid of though". She giggled like a little girl at the thought of my horror. "No". A small whimper escaped your lips and you crumpled against the wall, curling into a small ball, clutching the small scars on your neck.
"Oh Drake dear"!! Eluese called in a disgusting sing-song voice. You could HEAR her smile.
A grunt came from upstairs, and someone thumped out of bed, and down the stairs.
A six foot five frame of pure muscle and bones emerged in the doorway. Drake.
"Yeah mum"? He blinked sleepily, and you stood up, shooting him a nasty glare. Eluese nodded towards you with a little smile. Pure nasty smile.
Dryke grunted and walked over to you. You struggled, but he threw you over his shoulder, and carried you outside as if you were a sack of potatoes. Strait into the shed.
You opened your mouth to scream, but a knife at your throat cut you off.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you". Drake hissed softly, his cold, dead breath whispering on the skin under your ear.
"Don't touch me". You gasped out, on the verge of panic.
"Now, now," He crooned softly, "None of this now". You let out a strangled cry as his fangs touched your neck, probing, then pressing into the spot right beneath your ear. You went limp, you couldn't help it. He let you slump to the floor, motionless, a few minutes later. Then he left, wiping his mouth.
You rolled over and started to cry. You couldn't help it. Why did he have to do this?
Eluese was a pure monster, even more than Drake. He just followed along with her. She was his real mother, compared to you who she had just fostered for a few months.
He was like her little pet. Pet out of hell.
It is a pure creepy feeling, someone else drinking your blood.
You started to shake, still crying. You hated crying. It made you feel weak.
You pulled yourself up and left the shed shakily. You had to go to school. If you skipped again, the social workers would have a fit.
You tried to cover up the bite marks with your hair, but that didn't work so well. A thin stream of blood trickled down into your collar.
Oh well, the nosy grownups would just think you were some stupid teenager messing around.
You walked the short, five minutes to the school, and stopped at a gas station close to it. After you exchanged a few words with the cashier, you emerged with a coffee and a bagel.
Who didn't love free food?
You walked shakily, trying not to cringe away from every being you saw.
You felt sick, dirty, not like them. It is a horrible feeling to feel like less than others.
You walked by the dumpster, dumping your coffee into it, and were headed towards the school doors when a hand stopped you.
You shrank away from the hand, but then stopped yourself. Straightening, you gave the owner a glare. To late.
"Why are you frightened"? A cool, male voice, belonging to a huge guy with even more muscle than Drake asked. His bright green eyes surveyed you curiously.
"I'm not". You replied coolly, averting your eyes and trying to head towards the school door.
"Where did you get this"? He asked, lightly touching the marks on your neck.
You flinched away and restrained the urge to kick him.
"Nowhere". You said, trying to shove him out of the way to get to the school doors.
"Did Drake do it to you"?
"No". But he had already seen the look of shock inyour eyes. How did he know"?
"Are you his slave"? The guy asked. He flicked his medium length, dark brown hair out of his eyes and looked at you curiously.
"Why would I do something disgusting like that". You finally found an opening and shot through it before he could stop you.
"So he feed's WITH your consent"? The guy asked disgusted.
You felt like throwing up at the word "feed", it made you feel like some kind of animal.
You ran towards the door in a hurry to get away from this guy. You had already told him to much.
But as you ran, you caught your foot on the edge of a broken brick and fell. Ignoring the pain, you tried to run again, but someone grabbed you from behind. At first you thought it was the guy from a few seconds ago, but when you turned around to yell at him, you stared horrified into the face of Drake.
He grinned nastily.
"I see you have been going around spilling the family secret". His breath clouded your senses and you could tell he was drunk. Of off blood or alcohol, you did not know.
"Leave me alone". You cried, "go crawl in a hole and die"! You were the queen or original comebacks, obviously.
"Only if I can bring you with me". Drake said smiling.
"f**k of". You kicked him in the shins and ran. You could hear him gaining on you, his drunken breath hissing through his cracked lips.
You could of sworn that you felt cold, thin fingers wrapping around your neck, then you heard a scream and a crack.
You didn't even turn around, just raced for the school. You made it through the doors just as the bell rang and headed for your class.
A few snickers filled the room as you tried to slip in quietly, but Mrs. Finch glanced up sharply from her desk.
"And why, exactly are you late AGAIN dear"? She asked.
"Family business". You said quickly, sitting down in your desk at the far corner.
"You used that excuse last time"? She said with a sigh, she didn't even explain all the what's, why's, when's and where's of the detention she WASN'T going to give you.
You had her wrapped around your little finger, just like the rest of the teachers and staff in this school.
You sat silently, barely even listening as she proceeded to take role.
Blood oozed through the cut on your knee and you thought that might of been partially why Drake had come after you again.
You tried to wipe it of with a tissue but finding it useless, let it run its course. The next few hours went as normal as they usually did.
Lunch time, you quickly stole an apple when the lunch lady wasn't looking and headed outside to sit in the sun. Sometime's another girl or guy would join you, but not today.
You quickly found the bush where you usually sat and laughed as a little bird appeared on the branch a few feet away from me.
"No food today". You told it. You usually gave the little chickadee crusts and crumbs, but you somehow doubted that it wanted some apple. It hopped away, chirping.
"Tria Griggsly to the main office please". A voice came on over the intercom.
You sighed, annoyed. You had probably pushed it a little to far with Mrs. Finch.
You stood up, startling the bird, and threw the apple core into the bushes.
You headed towards the main entrance, then stopped when you heard a figure behind you.
"What do you want"? You asked.
You knew it was the guy from earlier in the alley from the figure of the shadow on the pavement.
"I wouldn't go to the main office if I were you". His cool, foggy voice said quietly.
"Why not"?
"Because, your mother-"
"Foster mother"!
"Your foster mother has sent your social worker to pick you up, and she is accompanied by several, armed, policemen". He spoke calmly, as if discussing the weather.
"What"?? You said, nearly choking on your bite of apple "Why"?
"Because your foster brother was found dead this morning in the alley way".
"Wha-"? Then it dawned on you. "You"!
"Wow, first guess too". He had that bored, why am I here, look on his face.
"Why are you warning me of"?You asked confused. You didn't mean to be rude, but this guy didn't even know you!
"What, no why's, or how-could-you-you-dirty-monster? How come you're not running away screaming"? His green eyes looked at you curiously through a curtain of dark hair.
"I don't know". You shrugged "Shock maybe". For some reason it really didn't bother you that a killer was standing alone with you in a courtyard with no one but a small bird as a witness if he pulled out a knife.
"That's interesting...". He said, looking slightly disappointed."I had hoped that you would make a fuss, and I would of had to kill you". Your eyes widened at this, it looked like he was dead serious "Anyhow," He snapped his gaze back up to meet your eyes" You're not going to jail for something you didn't do, I do have a little pride you know". He turned, not looking back, and started towards the parking lot.
"What-wait"?!!You called, running after him. "What am I supposed to do now"?You asked him, frantic. "I have no home, in case you haven't noticed"!
"Oh, did I forget to mention? You're coming back with me".
