|
Post by Jareth X on Mar 17, 2008 20:38:21 GMT -5
Sweet whispers echoed through the book shelves. Barely audible, but still reigning as their bodies sat together- giggling in a corner.
"I never want to lose you," came a masculine voice.
His hand caressed a cheek lightly as his other hand snaked around a tight body.
Giggles had ceased and he watched her surrender her body to him. He was the leech in the night, sucking all happiness and innocence from her body.
And it only took a brief moment for her to push him off and run from the library. Silver tears flowing down her sweet face, her pants undone and bra straps tangled.
So Jareth sat in the corner, mourning his loss. Ooc|Wow...For a first post that one's lame [/sub]
|
|
|
Post by Camillo DaVila on Mar 18, 2008 19:00:53 GMT -5
Ah books. The dreaded holder of knowledge and words. What good did books bring? Nothing that’s what. Headaches and eyesores. Though they sometimes brought on naps.
If it were up to Camillo, books would not exist in his world. They were a waste of paper and were another tool for teachers to torture one with. So why exactly was Camillo in the domain of his most hated monster? The answer was simple. His teacher hated him. Just because he skipped the man’s class didn’t mean he had the right to assign Cam a 4, 500 word essay. That was just cruel. And on top of that it had to be about some stupid book! A stupid book that Mr. SirStickUpHisBut had read many times. Camillo had no chance of getting out of this report without actually reading the darn thing. Then there was his other class. A research report. And the information had to be collected from, you guessed it, books. No internet sources whatsoever. Normally, Cam would just ignore these assignments and just not do them, but unfortunately for him, these projects summed up a good portion of his mark. If he wanted to pass his classes, which he did, he had to do these. Oh the gods in heaven hated him.
To top the whole shibang off he couldn’t even find the books he needed. The library wasn’t a place Cam spent his free hours in. He tended to veer away from the double doors leading into that quiet hell. The only up side of the place was the librarian. He simply loved the woman. She was irritated easily, and being the teen he was, Camillo enjoyed leaning on her desk and asking her questions or simply giving her pieces of useless information. She tried to shoo him away, but when doomed to spend the period in there with his class she had no choice but to put up with his nonsense.
By the time Camillo was in grade ten, he’d already been banned from the library because he was “too annoying”. This fact made him smile and now he was only allowed in with his class or if he was sent there by his teacher. Like he had been only minutes before. Which brings us back to his showdown with the shelves of binded paper.
How to pig put. Huh, there was actually a book on how to pig out? Strange, but….slightly interesting. Maybe the library wasn’t such a bad place after…Ai Madre mia! What in God’s name…
Camillo stared with a horror struck look at a boy about his age and a girl. The guy looked like he was ready to eat her. They were…uncomfortably close and he was…putting his hands in inappropriate places. The book that had been in Cam’s hand now fell to the floor, opening to a page which had a picture of a fat man in a doughnut suit.
Now, even though Camillo spent less than 2% of his time in the library, he knew for a fact that [/i]that[/i] wasn’t something normal that happened in there. And as much as he wanted to turn away from the scene, he couldn’t. He just starred, mouth agape, still shocked from the whole thing. Though now the girl was leaving and was she…crying? Shaking his head, Camillo cleared his thoughts. Was he sexually harassing her? Is that why she was upset and scared? Was he going to hurt her? His shock was quickly replaced with a new wave of anger and disappointment for his gender. That guy had gone way out of hand and was obviously not thinking about that girl’s feelings. He was an insensitive manipulator out for only one thing. All those rape stories of young girls filled Cam’s thoughts and the image of his younger sister popped up. “Como se te occura tu-tu-tu cochino! Eres un maldito! A pig! Un grossero! I can’t believe you would do such a thing to an innocent girl like that! Have you no morals!? You disgust me!” He yelled pointing accusatively at the boy in front of him. Once again, his words had left his mouth before he had time to think and rationalize the consequences of what he spoke. His hand shook slightly, and he felt slightly bad for what he said, knowing in reality that he had no idea of what really had happened. For all he knew the girl could have started it. He didn’t even know the guy. And there went his conscious, eating away at him. He bit his lip and lowered his arm, feeling quite awkward and ashamed at himself. On the other hand, he still had that bubbling anger. Bah, stupid emotions. Curses. He hated the feeling of confusion, of not knowing how to feel. Yet here he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.[/center][/size]
|
|
|
Post by Jareth X on Mar 21, 2008 18:04:50 GMT -5
Shut up His eyes flicked upward to glance at Cam as he was pointing his finger at Jareth.
He listened to his words lightly and repeated them in his head, "Como se te occura tu-tu-tu cochino! Eres un maldito! A pig! Un grossero! I can’t believe you would do such a thing to an innocent girl like that! Have you no morals!? You disgust me!”
Standing to his feet, he walked over to Cam. His head was bowed and his eyes glanced upward his black eyes piercing his with hatred.
But, alas- his mood had changed as his thoughts were through his head and it had cleared.
"I have no morals?" he exclaimed, pointing to himself. "Don't you know it's rude to point?"
Jareths body moved swiftly as he grasped Cam's shirt and drew him closer to him. "Don't you know it's rude to stare?"
He whispered lightly in his ears as he help him close, "You ruined my fun."
Kill him
[/sub]
|
|
|
Post by Camillo DaVila on Mar 23, 2008 13:18:40 GMT -5
If tension were a thing that one could see, at this precise moment it would be as thick as fog. It seemed to hover around the two boys in the library. Although Cam knew things wouldn’t go well, his first thought at this boys comment was simple.
"I have no morals?" he exclaimed, pointing to himself. "Don't you know it's rude to point?"
Grinning, Cam opened his mouth to reply with a ‘Well, you are pointing at yourself. Don’t you know it’s rude to point?’ However, his words never did escape him for he soon found himself being held quite close to the guy in front of him in a threatening matter. His breath hitched in his throat, hands reaching up to his collar to try and loosen the hands holding him in place.
Ok, so this was bad. Very bad. God dammit Camillo! There’s a reason why people tell you to not get involved with others’ business. Yet there he had gone again, and look where it got him. Obviously not on the good side of this guy. And apparently, it wasn’t a good thing to be on his bad side.
“I-I-I-I’m s-sorry,” he managed to choke out. Cam could feel his body shaking, his eyes darting to either side. Never had he been in a fight before, nor had he had to worry about bullies. He knew many people at the school, bigger than he himself was, and they all seemed to look after the idiot. Now, though, he was alone in a library. And the worst part was that he couldn’t even yell for help because one had to be quiet when one was in a library. Then again, when had a rule stopped him before? Still this guy’s eyes seemed to shut down all his vocal skills. Even if he tried calling out for help, all that would come out would be a pathetic squeak.
“I-I just-I was looking for a book, and I-I did-didn’t mean to r-ruin your fun. So if you-you could just l-let me go, and then may-maybe we could f-forget about this whole m-mess,” he said looking anywhere but at Jareth. God, he felt like he was in one of those horror movies. He was the stupid idiot sticking his nose where it didn’t belong and WHAM! He gets chopped into little pieces and eaten.
His eyes finally wandered back to Jareth’s and he immediately regretted that action. It felt like all his flood froze at that very moment and the whole library seemed to go cold.
“Pleasedon’teatme!” He said faster than he thought possible, eyes shut tightly closed, cringing as he waited for whatever horrors were to come to him.
|
|
|
Post by Jareth X on Mar 24, 2008 11:33:20 GMT -5
“I-I-I-I’m s-sorry,” The boy managed to choke out. Jareth could feel his body shaking and watched his eyes dart to either side.
His hand started to reach for his throat. Stop But stopped mid way.
He had said he was sorry and was continuing to speak. Jareth listened- somewhat. “I-I just-I was looking for a book, and I-I did-didn’t mean to r-ruin your fun. So if you-you could just l-let me go, and then may-maybe we could f-forget about this whole m-mess!"
Jareth smiled, flashing Cam the sight of his "vampire" fangs. Never had he met anybody who was willing to change their attitude so quickly.
“Pleasedon’teatme!” He heard spoken faster than he thought possible, he looked at the eyes shut tightly closed and the cringing body before him.
Snorting a laugh, he loosened his grip completely. "Look at me," he ordered. "Do you think I, Jareth, a popular man in school would eat such a weakling as yourself? A vampire has got to eat, but he wants stronger blood in his veins." He smiled again, the long canine teeth sparking in the library lights.
Wrapping his arm around Cam's neck he drew his head close to him before beginning to talk. "A book is what you need and Jareth is on the job. Come quickly!"
He let go of him and walked away ahead of Cam. He could only assume he wouldn't follow so he paused before leaving Cam's sight. "Please, follow- or fear me for the rest of your days."
[/sub]
|
|
|
Post by Camillo DaVila on Mar 24, 2008 12:14:59 GMT -5
"Look at me," the voice ordered. "Do you think I, Jareth, a popular man in school would eat such a weakling as yourself? A vampire has got to eat, but he wants stronger blood in his veins." Jareth smiled again, the long canine tethe sparking in the library lights.
No longer in this guys grasp, Camillo took a slight step backwards and gave Jareth an inquisitive look. His eyes scanned the secluded area they were in before he looked back at the adolescent before him. Cam licked his bottom lip and leaned in closer to where Jareth was. His eyes were now glued to the boy’s, a serious expression on Cammy’s face.
“Are you saying,” he started slowly, “That you, Jareth, are a vampire? Un Vampiro? Uno que chupe la sangre?” He inquired quietly, making sure that his voice was low enough so it would be heard by this boy alone and by none of the stupid ghosts that liked to eavesdrop in the library.
Things really did seem to be taking a turn for Camillo today, and in a good way. He was actually talking to a real live vampire! That didn’t want to kill him! Sure it was for reasons that insulted him greatly, but who cares! This was a vampire we’re talking about! He felt simply giddy from this fact and his once fear filled eyes were full of excitement. Hmm, maybe if got on this guy’s good side he would turn him into a vampire too! All sorts of odd images filled Camillo’s mind as the possibility of becoming one of the night walkers completely enveloped him.
He was soon jerked away from his ecstatic imaginings, literally when arm slinked around his neck, pulling his head close to that of the vampire’s.
"A book is what you need and Jareth is on the job. Come quickly!" Were the words that came from his new found ‘friend’.
A…book? But…books were filled with tiny words that were squished together and made your eyes hurt. Then again, maybe reading books was something that vampires did. Still, Cam really couldn’t picture himself actually reading one of those things.
As he contemplated the idea of actually having to read a book let alone be handed one by a vampire, he was interrupted once more. Eyes shooting back into focus he saw that Jareth was standing a few feet away from him, waiting for Cam to follow his lead.
"Please, follow- or fear me for the rest of your days."
Without hesitation, the boy began to follow the vampire, not really knowing where he was being led. The reason for why he was even in the library completely forgotten. His eyes scanned the bookshelves on either side of him, trying to keep himself occupied as he walked idly behind Jareth.
|
|
LaDon Uniche
New Member
Scene Kid, Drama
GHOSTS RAWK
Posts: 28
|
Post by LaDon Uniche on Mar 24, 2008 18:21:53 GMT -5
She sat. On the ground. In the isle. Oversized headphones over her ears and a Nintendo DS in hand. The cord ran itself from the speaker all the way into the handheld game. She clearly was not looking for books. Why would she be looking for books? (They were so overrated) She was more concerned about beating Bowser. She had to save the princess. The poor girl, taken away from her high-class, life by a monster. And not just any old monster. NO! This monster was indeed Bowser. Bowser the greedy. Bowser the mean! Bowser the Bully!!
Fireballs were flying at her from every which way and the lava below her did not look inviting at all. If only she could get up to the moving floor above. But how…? This could turn out to be a serious problem.
Her eyes flickered upwards for a smidgen of a second. That smidgen of a second was just enough for her to catch sight of a very familiar and unmistakable face. But it couldn’t be, could it? Was her saviour here?
She pressed pause on the game, leaving it sit where she had once and crawled out of the isle, standing when she reached the end of it.
“CammY?!” she squealed, “Is that you?!” she ran up to him, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him along to the isle she had been in. She quick sat back down on the floor and grabbed her DS.
“I need your help! Bowser is going to kill me! I can’t do it!” she said, tugging on the bottom of his pant leg for him to sit down beside her.
[/sup]
|
|
|
Post by Camillo DaVila on Mar 24, 2008 20:50:25 GMT -5
Hmm, how old could Jarthe be? If he was a vampire he could be several years old. Maybe even a hundred! Did vampires eat? He’d have to ask him that later. And how on Earth diod he manage to get out in the sunlight without melting? And did Holy water really burn holes in him? Oh no! He was Catholic! His hand was dipped in Holy water every Sunday! Yesterday was Sunday! What if he still had some of that Holy Water on his hand? Would he accidentally hurt him? What if-
“Cammy?!” Came a quite familiar squeal. Before Camillo had the chance to look at whoever it was that was calling his name he was being dragged down an isle by the arm. What in the name of guacamole was going on? How many times was he going to be forcibly handled today anyway? Whoever it was that had dragged him without warning was now sitting down in front of him pulling on his pant leg. Completely confused now, not that he wasn’t before, Camillo looked down inquisitively to see a head of blonde hair. Hears began to click and then he saw her face. That oh so delightfully familiar face.
“I need your help! Bowser is going to kill me! I can’t do it!”
His arms were almost immediately around the sitting girl, throwing them both off balance and sprawling onto the floor. Cam’s grip on the girl was tight, as if she would disappear and cease to exist if he let go.
“LaDon!” He cried hugging her tightly. “You wouldn’t believe the crazy summer I’ve had! My sister-and then I saw this-And I’ve missed you so much! I was worried you’d gone back to live in that tree again!” Sitting back on his heels, Cammy held LaDon at arms length, a huge smile splayed across his face. He had become good friends with the girl after meeting her in a tree. Thus the title of ‘Tree Spirit” was given to her. Cam had eventually, come to terms that she was in fact not a Tree Spirit, but the title just seemed to stick, and so, LaDon continued to be his magnificent Tree Spirit.
Almond eyes shot down to the floor where the gameboy rested and his arms immediately dropped to pick up the small electronic device. He sat himself down cross-legged beside her, and unpaused the game. “Don’t worry, I can do this. I’ve done this a million times before. Well, sort off. Not on a gameboy, but it’s the same thing, right? Oh no! Gah!”
Camillo’s face was now in deep concentration as he put all his efforts into defeating the monster that was Bowser and freeing Mario’s beloved.
|
|
|
Post by Jareth X on Mar 25, 2008 15:25:04 GMT -5
“CammY?!” she squealed, “Is that you?!” she ran up to him, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him along to the isle she had been in. She quick sat back down on the floor and grabbed her DS.
“I need your help! Bowser is going to kill me! I can’t do it!” she said, tugging on the bottom of his pant leg for him to sit down beside her.
Jareth's eyes widened at the shrill sound. He knew the high pitched vocals of a woman from miles away. His chin was tucked low when he turned his head an inch to the right. Lust covered them as he searched her body. Silently, he watched Cam's actions and followed him down the isle.
Cam's arms were almost immediately around the sitting girl, throwing them both off balance and sprawling onto the floor. Cam’s grip on the girl was tight, as if she would disappear and cease to exist if he let go.
“LaDon!” Cam cried hugging her tightly. “You wouldn’t believe the crazy summer I’ve had! My sister-and then I saw this-And I’ve missed you so much! I was worried you’d gone back to live in that tree again!” Sitting back on his heels, Cammy held LaDon at arms length, a huge smile splayed across his face. Jareth watch as his eyes shot down to the floor where the DS rested and his arms immediately dropped to pick up the small electronic device. He sat himself down cross-legged beside her, and unpaused the game. “Don’t worry, I can do this. I’ve done this a million times before. Well, sort off. Not on a gameboy, but it’s the same thing, right? Oh no! Gah!”
Camillo’s face was now in deep concentration as he put all his efforts into defeating the monster that was Bowser and freeing Mario’s beloved.
He had rested his body against the side of the shelves. Arms crossed as he leaned against it.
"Nintendo DS," he said- correcting Cam as he eyed up LaDon with a small smirk playing at his mouth. [/sub]
|
|
LaDon Uniche
New Member
Scene Kid, Drama
GHOSTS RAWK
Posts: 28
|
Post by LaDon Uniche on Mar 26, 2008 15:21:33 GMT -5
Sitting on the floor she felt and saw that Camillo was hugging her. But it had to be one of the most awkward hugs she had ever been in. For he was standing and she was sitting. But she wrapped her arms around him anyways. Cammy’s efforts in a hug failed as he threw them off balance and sprawled onto the floor. Cammy’s grip on her was tight, as if she would disappear and cease to exist if he let go, and she held him just as tight. It had been ages since she last saw her dear friend.
“LaDon!” He cried hugging her tightly. “You wouldn’t believe the crazy summer I’ve had! My sister-and then I saw this-And I’ve missed you so much! I was worried you’d gone back to live in that tree again!” Sitting back on his heels, Cammy held LaDon at arms length, a huge smile splayed across his face. LaDon grinned blissfully, then her face saddened, “Yeah…Tree Spirits don’t get out much. I wish I could’ve visited you over the summer!”
His almond eyes shot down to the floor where the DS rested and his arms immediately dropped to pick up the small electronic device. Oh how easily he was distracted. But it was definitely one of his best attributes, if you were to ask LaDon of course. Ask anybody else and they might say otherwise. But she just loved people like Cammy. They were so free spirited and child like in heart. He sat himself down cross-legged beside her, and unpaused the game. “Don’t worry, I can do this. I’ve done this a million times before. Well, sort off. Not on a gameboy, but it’s the same thing, right? Oh no! Gah!”
Camillo’s face was now in deep concentration as he put all his efforts into defeating the monster that was Bowser and freeing Mario’s beloved. LaDon rested her head on Cam’s shoulder, watching as he made such professional moves with the little Mario guy. She was definitely jealous of this skill of his.
Her head swiveled to the right, and her eyes caught sight of a tall boy leaning against a book shelf, arms crossed
"Nintendo DS," he said- correcting Cam, a small smirk playing at his mouth.
LaDon grinned, “Yes, not a gameboy silly Cammy!” she said, turning back to him and patting him on the head. But her eyes drifted back to the male, a curious expression upon her face as she wondered why he was standing there.
“Who are you?” she asked, “Are you Cammy’s friend? I’m LaDon!” she exclaimed, waving to him, “Caaaamm? Is this your friend?”
[/sup]
|
|
|
Post by Camillo DaVila on Apr 1, 2008 18:40:04 GMT -5
"Nintendo DS," said a slightly familiar voice in Camillo’s registry.
“Yes, not a gameboy silly Cammy!”
“Well, technically it is a gameboy. It’s anew version of one. Like they had the gameboy advanced, the gameboy SP and now the DS. They’re all by the same company, so they’re all nintendos and this is just the newest model of gameboys,” he said eyes sticking to the small screen. Bowser’s life was slowly getting lower, and Mario’s health was near to perfect.
“Caaaamm? Is this your friend?”
Camillo maneuvered Mario away from a Torpedo bill, nearly getting hit by the darn thing. His thumb raced down to the small button that paused the intense game, his head shooting up first to look at LaDon and then at Jareth.
“Oh, yes,” he said nodding. “That’s Jareth. He’s a vampire,” came his quite serious and matter-of-fact response. With that out of the way, Camillo went back to business, unplugging the headphones that were attached to the portable system so all could hear the wonderful sounds from the hand held game.
The intensity of the battle grew as Camillo pounded n the buttons. Bowser was nearly defeated, but Mario’s health was getting low. He bit his lip as he played, soon tasting a raw slightly metallic taste in his mouth. For a brief second he wondered what it could be when Bowser finally fell.
“I did it,” he said quietly staring at the small screen. The game was over. He had won. Princess Peach was saved. The world of Mario was at peace once more.
“I did it!” He exclaimed jumping up and cheering. “LaDon I did it! I told you I could! Look look, credits! CREDITS!” He cried happily handing her the game. The music that now came from the game was cheery and fun, and glowing from his victory, Camillo began to dance. Twirling and spinning, and moving this way and that all the while chanting “I did it, I did it, I did it.” He embraced LaDon in a hug, spinning her with him, which not surprising was slightly awkward due to the fact that when holding onto someone and spinning, balance is usually hard to obtain. Still, Camillo managed to stay upright and moved onto the figure leaning against the bookcase. Still chanting his success song he wrapped his arms around Jareth briefly, still singing his little victory tune before going back to his dancing.
|
|
|
Post by Jareth X on Apr 8, 2008 20:11:50 GMT -5
“Yes, not a gameboy silly Cammy!” came her reply. Jareth smirked at her childlike charms. They were like quirks to her inner beauty. Gods knew she wasn't beautiful like he.
“Well, technically it is a gameboy. It’s anew version of one. Like they had the gameboy advanced, the gameboy SP and now the DS. They’re all by the same company, so they’re all nintendos and this is just the newest model of gameboys,” Cam replied with his eyes sticking to the small screen.
“Caaaamm? Is this your friend?” she inquired- a slight whine to her voice that made Jareth cringe. When the next thing he knew, Cam was starring right at him before turning back to LaDon.
“Oh, yes,” he said nodding. “That’s Jareth. He’s a vampire,” came his quite serious and matter-of-fact response. With that out of the way, Camillo went back to business, unplugging the headphones that were attached to the portable system so all could hear the wonderful sounds from the hand held game.
Jareth, flashed a small smirk, letting the long canine teeth overlap his bottom lip.
“I did it,” he said quietly staring at the small screen before exclaiming loudly, "I did it! LaDon I did it! I told you I could! Look look, credits! CREDITS!” He cried happily handing her the game. The music that now came from the game was cheery and fun, and glowing from his victory, Camillo began to dance. Twirling and spinning, and moving this way and that all the while chanting “I did it, I did it, I did it.” He embraced LaDon in a hug, spinning her with him, which not surprising was slightly awkward due to the fact that when holding onto someone and spinning, balance is usually hard to obtain. Still, Camillo managed to stay upright and moved onto the figure leaning against the bookcase. Still chanting his success song he wrapped his arms around Jareth briefly, still singing his little victory tune before going back to his dancing.
His eyes widened as his body grew stiff. A male hugging him? Gods, the gays were everywhere! All respect for Cam had vanquished. Why would he bother helping him now?
His hands reached forward as he grasped Cam's body once more. He turned sharply forcing him against the bookcase. Opening his jaws wide, he peeled back his lips, using Camillo's imagination as a threat against him. "Don't ever hug me!" he hissed, bringing his lips to his ears, he whispered the rest softly. "Or I shall tear the flesh of your neck and drink you dry!"
His grip released and he turned, walking away from the two. Screw the ugly girl, he didn't want in her pants that badly.
[/sub]
|
|
LaDon Uniche
New Member
Scene Kid, Drama
GHOSTS RAWK
Posts: 28
|
Post by LaDon Uniche on Apr 12, 2008 14:16:32 GMT -5
“Well, technically it is a gameboy. It’s a new version of one. Like they had the gameboy advanced, the gameboy SP and now the DS. They’re all by the same company, so they’re all nintendos and this is just the newest model of gameboys,” Cam replied with his eyes sticking to the small screen.
“Oh, yes,” he said nodding in response to her question. “That’s Jareth. He’s a vampire,” his voice was quite serious and matter-of-fact while he told her this information. LaDon looked up at Jareth, an eyebrow raised. Her eyes looked over him to see if he really were a vampire. There was no way he could actually be a vampire. That was impossible. Vampires weren't real! "You're pretty lucky," she said looking back to Camillo, "You have a vampire friend, and a Tree Spirit friend. I'm quite jealous."
“I did it,” he said quietly staring at the small screen before exclaiming loudly, "I did it! LaDon I did it! I told you I could! Look look, credits! CREDITS!” He cried happily handing her the game. The music that now came from the game was cheery and fun, and glowing from his victory, Camillo began to dance. Twirling and spinning, and moving this way and that all the while chanting “I did it, I did it, I did it.” He embraced LaDon in a hug, spinning her with him, which not surprising was slightly awkward due to the fact that when holding onto someone and spinning, balance is usually hard to obtain. Still, Camillo managed to stay upright and moved onto the figure leaning against the bookcase. Still chanting his success song he wrapped his arms around Jareth briefly, still singing his little victory tune before going back to his dancing.
LaDon held onto her head, slightly dazed from all the sudden spinning. It was as if she were still running in circles, or maybe the world had sped up and was spinning 197867432294855 kilometers an hour! She sank to the floor and sat there trying to find something that wasn't moving.
"Don't ever hug me!" someone hissed. LaDon looked up, her eyes slightly focused now, to see a vampire attacking her friend. Her dear friend Camillo, "Or I shall tear the flesh of your neck and drink you dry!" His grip released and he turned, walking away from the two.
LaDon watched, her eyes wide with horror as the male walked away from them. Having a vampire as a friend was not a good thing at all. They were evil. All of them. All they want is your blood and nothing else. They care nothing for anybody. LaDon came and stood next to Cammy, giving him a worried look, as if to ask if he were alright.
[/center]
|
|
|
Post by Camillo DaVila on Apr 21, 2008 19:57:23 GMT -5
It’s amazing how quickly a smile can fade from one’s face, even when it has been practiced for years. It’s so easy to break, so easy to see through. But in this case, what sane person would be smiling when being thrown against a bookshelf and threatened? It seemed that today Camillo was being threatened and physically harmed quite often. He was beginning to think that maybe this guy, Jareth, didn’t like him after all. But that wasn’t possible. Was it? I mean, Jareth did seem like he was purposely trying to hurt Camillo. And his efforts were going well, for Camillo could barely breathe.
"Don't ever hug me!"
The words came forceful and full of hatred. All Cam could do at this point was concentrate on breathing and not hyperventilating. What was wrong with hugging anyway? It was a basic human action. He did it all the time .But maybe it was just because he was more of a touchy-feely person. Some people weren’t. some people had personal ‘bubbles’. Or maybe it was the way he was raised. What with the kissing the cheek in greeting and whatnot. His family had always been close physically, hugging, sitting close and so on. Still, such a simple thing as a hug shouldn’t get someone so worked up. At least, in his opinion that is. And Cam’s opinion at this point really didn’t matter since he was the one at the disadvantage here, being held threateningly close to a vampire.
"Or I shall tear the flesh off your neck and drink you dry!"
At that point Camillo could feel his heart beating faster than a rabbit’s. His vision stayed fixated on a shelf in front of him, or daring to meet this guy’s own eyes. ¿Ah Dios, en qué me he conseguido? In the back of his mind a string of words were being read off. A prayer, to be exact. Dios te salve, María, llena eres de gracia, el Señor es contigo. Bendita tú eres entre todas las mujeres, y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre, Jesús. Santa María, Madre de Dios… Oh Mother Mary. How often she had looked after him. Now however, he needed her more than ever.
Camillo had been raised in a Catholic household and grew up accordingly. He went to mass every Sunday, he followed the rules, well, usually. But he believed in his religion, in God, Mary, and Jesus. He would get into arguments with Christians about the issue over Mother Mary, because, unlike Christians, he believed Mary to be an extremely important part of his faith. Thus, she was the main focal point of his prayers. Like at this moment as he recited Holy Mary silently in his head.
The hands seemed to loosen, and he was longer feeling the jab in his back from the bookcase. Actually, the whole body of the other person was…gone. Slowly, Camillo slid to the floor, trying to catch his breath and calm down. What-What on earth had happened? He couldn’t believe that, whatever it was had happened. Maybe, maybe Jareth wasn’t a good person to be friends with. Or maybe…maybe he was just lonely and scared.
Brown eyes met with worrying hazel ones. Taking a deep breath, Camillo managed to muster a smile and gave LaDon as reassuring of a nod as he could. Ah, debo ser loco, he thought as he stood up, straightening out his clothes. He glanced at LaDon once more and gave her an apologetic look before turning towards Jareth’s receding back.
“Jareth? Lo Siento. Didn’t mean it. I didn’t know you weren’t comfortable with…ah…hugs. I won’t do it again. Te lo prometo,” he said smiling. “I just hope you know I’m not upset with you and if you’d like if we could be friends or something,” he glanced back at LaDon, chewing on his lip slightly.
There was no going back now. He didn’t even know why he was offering, asking, if he could be friends with the guy that had just attacked him out of the blue. Maybe it was that stupid part of him that wanted to make everyone happy and to help everyone around him when it was in his power. Maybe nothing was wrong with Jareth and he was just being presumptuous but hey, it was worth a shot. He just hoped it would more good than bad. And who knows, maybe things would work out! Or they could go plummeting down. But he couldn’t think that way! No, had to be optimistic. Pessimism was bad and ugly thoughts came from that.
Now he was fidgeting with his hands, feeling slightly…awkward. That wasn’t something that happened often. Usually he dissipated the awkwardness around him, but now he seemed to create it. Looking over at LaDon again he wondered if she would understand what he was doing and maybe even help him. But then again, he didn’t want her to get hurt, so perhaps it would be better if she didn’t. Oh it was all so confusing. What to do, what to do. And now the more he thought about it the more he regretted his rash decision. There was a high chance this whole thing would blow up in his face.
|
|
|
Post by Jareth X on May 22, 2008 13:18:15 GMT -5
His body held warmth from the rage that filled his body. His tongue ran over the sharp canines as he went. Each stride was wide with vigor. He was strong, powerful he was-
A fool. He knew it of course, but if he could get one follower, then perhaps he wouldn't feel so lonely or-
An eye twitched, he wasn't lonely. His brother was lonely and he was content with those facts. That idiot, how could Tyr do that to him! How could he! How- "Jareth?" His eyes narrowed as he had almost turned the corner by now. His skin crawled with disgust for Cam and that- ugly blonde. "Lo Siento. Didn’t mean it. I didn’t know you weren’t comfortable with…ah…hugs. I won’t do it again. Te lo prometo,” he said smiling. “I just hope you know I’m not upset with you and if you’d like if we could be friends or something,” he glanced back at LaDon, chewing on his lip slightly.
Jareth smiled, his fangs exposed and sparkling in the light. "Good! Just don't let it happen again."
Turning, he went to walk again when he stopped and spoke clearly, "Don't chew on your lip, it's annoying" [/sub]
|
|