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Post by Mother Kumo on May 19, 2010 18:43:22 GMT -5
Lydia followed him, sitting across from him. She lowered her voice. "So what's the details on all of this?"
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Post by Spotts on May 20, 2010 0:02:57 GMT -5
"Yes, I am a vampire. No, my power is not to know people's names." He shook his head regretfully. "My power is used when another vampire touches my skin. I sort of copy their power into myself and go into immense pain while it does. Then I can use that power any time I wish. As for the knowing your name..." He stopped, taking a breath before telling Lydia how he became a vampire. "On my sixteenth birthday, I was going to a car dealership with my parents to get my first car. On the way, we got in an accident including three other cars. Everyone in the accident died except me. And after I was bitten by the vampire who caused the accident, I copied his power during my transformation."
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Post by Mother Kumo on May 20, 2010 18:54:51 GMT -5
Lydia nodded thoughtfully. She wanted so desperately to pat his hands and reassure him, but she knew that contact with him would hurt him. Besides, what would a guy do with her power? "Well, I'm a vampire too." she replied brightly.
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Post by Spotts on May 20, 2010 19:17:06 GMT -5
"I could tell. The power I got from him was something to do with memories. I can skim through them and find out things about people. I can also erase them, but I've only tried it once."
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Post by Mother Kumo on May 20, 2010 19:26:31 GMT -5
Lydia grabbed her head. "I like most of my memories. I don't need any erased." she laughed.
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Post by Spotts on May 20, 2010 20:09:09 GMT -5
"I wouldn't." He noticed she was looking at his hands and he reached into his jeans' pocket and pulled out his gloves, slipped them on and put his hands back on the table. "It makes things easier."
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Post by Mother Kumo on May 20, 2010 20:27:05 GMT -5
Lydia smiled and grabbed his gloved hands. "I'm sorry for all your hardships." she apologized. "No one deserves any grief in their life."
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Post by Spotts on May 21, 2010 10:47:29 GMT -5
"It happens to everyone. Mostly the vampires, but I've met a few humans that share the same experiences." He looked down at her hands. They felt different. Well, for one nobody has ever held his hands like that besides his mom. They felt warm, even through his gloves. Then he looked away, not wanting her to notice.
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Post by Mother Kumo on May 21, 2010 19:14:19 GMT -5
"Were here to be happy, not be tortured." Lydia replied, releasing his hands. "But I guess being immortal... It'll give you a second chance to do everything over."
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Post by Spotts on May 24, 2010 18:19:47 GMT -5
"There are always things you can't do over. Set in stone, as they say." He felt disappointed when she let go, but he didn't know why. Maybe this is something he's wanted for awhile and just not realized it.
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Post by Mother Kumo on May 25, 2010 20:41:36 GMT -5
Lydia nodded. "I suppose your right." she murmured, leaning her head on her hands. "But you should at least try to make the best of it."
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Post by Spotts on May 29, 2010 19:06:47 GMT -5
He nodded, looking at the coffee cup he ordered. He took out his sketchbook again along with his pencils. He looked at the front window and started sketching it.
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Post by Mother Kumo on May 29, 2010 19:57:34 GMT -5
Lydia leaned on her hand and watched, entranced. She didn't say a word, and her breathing was ,though unneeded, soft.
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Post by Spotts on May 30, 2010 20:23:13 GMT -5
He drew the people outside the shop and made sure to give detail to the glare off the window. He tried to ignore Lydia staring over his shoulder. He started drawing the faces of the people/ "Have you lived here for long? I haven't seen you around much."
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Post by Mother Kumo on May 30, 2010 20:30:10 GMT -5
Lydia blinked out of her daydreaming. But she only shrugged. "Only a month or so. It seems so much longer because the days just blend in together." she murmured. "How about you?"
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Juliette
