Clearing her Head
*Violet cloak billowing around her, Lyddie H'tarlaw paused, leaning against a nearby tree. She hadn't been up here in ages, and although it was only about four in the afternoon, the sun was already beginning to set across the mountaintops, visible streams of light cutting through the gaps and shining through the clouds, bringing out brilliant volume in the colors. ((Um...yeah....I'se sucks at describing sunsets))*
*It probably wasn't a good idea to be up here, in case anything was happening down at the castle, but she just needed some peace in life. Lyddie probably hadn't had a moment of real peace since she had moved to this country, come to think of it, but that's just the way things went when you were her.*
*Lyddie tried to stay away from the edge of the cliff, sitting down on a nearby rock. She hadn't had good experience with that edge, not at all, after spent a few horrific moments hanging off it last year...Paul. That was all she could really think about right now, Paul and Peregrin and the Ministry and be worried. Paul, her father, dead and gone, thanks to her, Peregrin off doing something for Ryleigh at the Ministry, a place she probably wasn't on friendly terms with.*
*But still, she was beginning to have second thoughts...Lyddie had been unable to do more than stammer the night she had killed her father, and now she couldn't stand that fact. She wanted to get things straight, take a burden off her Headmistress' back, no matter how bad it could hurt her. After nearly dying to the hand of Voldemort, things couldn't get much worse.*
*That was all she really wanted right now, to clear things up. This was the only major issue left, seeing how the problem with Arenna was {hopefully} over and done with. But she was going to wait, until at least late spring of summer. There were other reasons for heading down there, mostly financial. There was probably piles of money in the H'tarlaw name by now, and other things...so much. So much to do, and so little time to do it in. She was growing up, graduating in three years, and then she'd be on her own. But all she could do now was sit, sit here and hope to clear things up.*
((erk hurried ending...))
Lyddie H'tarlaw "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love... And be loved in return." - John Leguizamo, "Moulin Rouge"
*A long, and most usually private, tradation of Philips was to watch the day time merge slowly into the night softly as his thoughts drifted far away to what was usually the rememberance of his father.*
*Little Philip could either remember and know of his father, as his mother was most swift to change the subject when his name was mentioned, maybe because of grief, or maybe fear that the people who slain him were listening, searching for them both, wishing to finish their plan.*
*Because of these reasons, he had journeyed to Hogsmede, the only non-muggle village in England. For the past few days he had spent the sunset looking out of his dorms window, always leaving the Common Room at the time of the sunset, but it lacked the privacy and setting for his mind to wander, as the suns rays gently melted away into darkness.*
*Philip climbed the steep-ish hill unaware of both the cliff and the Slytherin girl sitting upon a stray stone, himself prefering to walk carefully and quietly to the edge of the cliff his hooded, dark cloak disguising himself from any other wanders.*
*His legs dangled off the edge of the cliff as he sat down, the sun slowly lowering from its usual standing place in the sky. Now Philip wondered of other places, where light would now show, like now distant places like his home land of America where they hadn't even ad lunch yet.*
*His hands raised to his hooded head, where he gently slid the black hood down, himself now humming a soft tune to himself, one known only to his mother and himself, which never seemed to escape his mind in his times of lonliness or sadness, which often haunted Philip.*
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*Lyddie watched in silence from where she sat as a figure approached, board-tense and still. They passed her without noticing, and she breathed out slightly...nothing big. At least, that was what she was hoping. Lyddie wasn't the most keen to trust figures in black, especially after what had happened with the Death Eaters...she ran a hand over her cheek, gritting her teeth slightly. That cheek was going to be scarred forever, by fingernails and now by a sword.*
*Staring idly, Lyddie watched as the figure reached up and lowered its hood, and she pulled her fingers slightly, cracking her knuckles in silence. Phill Taylor, the boy she had 'dated' for the Christmas Ball...and soon after been dumped by. She stood, figuring there could be no real harm in confronting him. And if there was, someone always managed to jump out and save her...just the way things went. She cleared her throat rather loudly.*
"You might not want to sit that close to the edge," *Lyddie said dryly.* "You could fall..." *Gray eyes flickered downward staring at her boots, remembering her own dilemma that she had experienced off that cliff nearly a year ago.*
((C'mon, kid...BITE ME.))
Lyddie H'tarlaw "Girl's hair is like an evil thing's barometer. Not red, duck your head." - Wren Alexander
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(( Not unless you give me a reason to. ))
*Philip sat still, his gentle hum now faded completely, and only slightly startled of the appearance of the girl. His eyes remained upon the setting sun, his mind drifted back to its place, in his head.*
"Whoa! Not only are you a great singer, your great at pointing out the obvious. Not many people I know have both of those qualities." *Philip answered to the voice he remembered as Lyddie H'tarlaw's. He then continued, not leaving enough time for her retort, if she did indeed have one.*
"If I fell only you would see me down there. And you'd probably shake it off. After all, according to some people your a murderer. Not that I mind that." *Philip added quickly. He knew that there was something strange about her. She was an Antithia as Kaikura had mentioned to him. Only then could he smell the difference of normal wizarding blood, and hers. It was of a sort he had never tasted before, and he thought he never would do.*
*Philips hand strayed over the fastening of his hooded, black cloak. The suns warmth was slowly fading, yet he was beginning to feel warm and hungry. He hadn't even had lunch and it was already past four o'clock.*
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((*snorts slightly* I am that reason.))
*Lyddie probably would've growled save for the fact that at this point it would only make her sound rather...savage. But he was right, she was a murderer...something she didn't need reminding of, because it was something she had to live with every day for the rest of her life.*
"You've been talking to Corby, haven't you," *she said, continuing in her dry tone.* "That was a one time thing...not a routine."
Lyddie H'tarlaw "Girl's hair is like an evil thing's barometer. Not red, duck your head." - Wren Alexander
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((lol...No matter how true that is I wont bit...On the other hand very good reason.))
"Even if it was a one time only thing you still did it," *Philip answered. What are you doing? He asked in his thoughts, This is no way to treat a killer even if it was only once.*
"Are you gonna continue standing or will you sit down? I never knew how couch-like grass, mud and rock could be." *Philip continued, hoping that it was the right way around to get into Lyddies good books. He continued watching the fast setting sun, fall behind the mountain tops, waiting for the darkness to take over.*
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"You really can't flirt, you know that?" *Lyddie said, turning around to go.* "I was just leaving..." *it wasn't exactly a lie, she really didn't have much of a purpose, and from the slightly aura she was getting from Phill, it didn't seem like he was too keen on trusting her.*
"You might want to think about heading back as well, though. There's some pretty damn strange things in this part of the world..."
((*cackles madly* I know.))
Lyddie H'tarlaw "Girl's hair is like an evil thing's barometer. Not red, duck your head." - Wren Alexander
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"I am one of those damn strange things. I think we need a re-introduction," *Philip replied, standing up slowly. He moved round infront of Lyddie and held his hand out.He thought for a minute, his hand left out in air, and continued.*
"Philip Taylor. Half vampyr. My father was murdered by vampyr killers, my mother and I only just escaped. You?"
*Philip asked, awaiting the girl to reply. He cursed himself for actually telling some one about his father, knowing that if his mother found out, he might have well jumped of the cliff.*
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"That's no surprise for me, I've seen and heard worse @#%$ than that," *Lyddie said, her old liberal swearing beginning to shine through a bit with a not completely proper British accent that came from not being native to the country. She shook his hand.*
"Lyddie H'tarlaw. Antithia; Half-Drow. Crazy father who killed the entire family, I'll be the one that lived...and ended his reign. And your heritage doesn't surprise me, you know...it shows plain as the nose on your face."
Lyddie H'tarlaw "Girl's hair is like an evil thing's barometer. Not red, duck your head." - Wren Alexander
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((Ill take it as the thread is before you discover your brother is alive.))
"You sayin' I've got a big nose?" *Philip asked, only joking and finally realizing Lyddies hand.* "I suppose you would have been paying attention to me in that potions class. The one where you ran out because of the blood. Dont worry. I wont eat you...now. The potions guy is making me a potion which last for the rest of the month. No obsession for blood. Still, it doesn't mean I wont bite,"
*Philip shuffled around a little, pulling his dark hood back over his head as the sun hung no longer in the sky and night was beginning to take over, and the heat of the day was lost.* "Antithia huh? Ive seen a little about them in books. Mainly after I'd talked to that girl, Corby I think you called her. Must be...fun...for you. Imagine all that stuff you could do. The only thing vampyric about me is I like to drink blood. You would have thought more of my dads stuff would have leaked through to me."
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*Lyddie gritted her teeth slightly, looking down at her boots for a moment, eyebrows raised slightly (like that "oooooooooookkkkkkaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy...WEIRDO" ish thing *nids*). She looked up at him after a moment.*
"It was the teeth," *she said, her tone drying again.* "And 'the potions guy' has a name, Professor Saichairi. As for Corby, I wouldn't talk with her. She really is a psycho."
*Lyddie paused for a moment, thinking over what else he had said...she remembered that class, it hadn't been a good one...Lyddie wasn't keen to trust this boy, but she knew one saying that was needed in this situation. The words floated across her mind gingerly... Know your friends, but know your enemies better...*
"I wouldn't try to bite me if I were you," *she said, tilting her head and cracking her neck.* "But then again..." *she straightened her head.* "...I'm just the Antithia."
Lyddie H'tarlaw "Girl's hair is like an evil thing's barometer. Not red, duck your head." - Wren Alexander
I dont warn my meals that I can eat them. I could just lunge
forward, faster than a blink of a worthless muggles eye, snap
there neck back and be full of nice healthy blood for a couple
of days," *Philip answered pulling his robes around him, feeling
the cold against his skin for the first time that had seemed like
months ago he had arrived at Hogwarts. There was always a hot large fire, crackling merily in the stones fire places.*
"And Professor Saichairi he is to you and now shall be to me. My head can be as empty as a bowl of air when I'm talking to a girl as beautiful as you. And theres not many people at all who have that effect on me," *Philip added quite hastily, trying to squeeze a compliment to the conversation. She said only an Antithia...Is she crazy? I'd give anything to be as powerful as her... He thought the last warmth from his hands disappearing, as he cursed himself for not bringing a sweatshirt with him.*
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"I thought I made it clear already, that romance @#%$ doesn't work on me," *Lyddie said, gray eyes hardening a bit more, watching him with a slight curiousity.* "You can't just expect all of us to react all giggly and stupid-like. Some of us have minds....and other priorities. You might do well to remember that."
Lyddie H'tarlaw "Girl's hair is like an evil thing's barometer. Not red, duck your head." - Wren Alexander
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"So you'd just prefer if I bit you and drained your life slowly away to proove that I like you go ahead. I am quite hungry right now. Haven't had any blood for..." *Philip thought for a while and remembered several years ago before his mother had discovered the potion. He had resorted to attacking his own mother too sucessfully.* "Three years, two months and 26 days." *Philip answered exactly to both himself and Lyddie.*
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*Lyddie raised an eyebrow slightly. She wasn't afraid of him...not yet, anyways. If he tried to go for her, she could strike back, although she didn't have much experience with vampyrs.*
"I never said that..." *she answered.* "But if you're trying to intimidate me, it's not working."
*Lyddie didn't dare move right now...if he was going to try...*
Lyddie H'tarlaw "Girl's hair is like an evil thing's barometer. Not red, duck your head." - Wren Alexander
Bite and Blood
"You never said that, but your thinking it...I can tell, you want me to just bite you, you want to feel the rush to come close to death...Or maybe even arrive there," *Philip said, now slowly circling Lyddie, not all out of the attempt to intimidate her, but to keep himself from freezing.*
*Slowly Philip walked, circling closer to Lyddie he stopped when he reached her back for the fifth time and rested his left hand upon Lyddies shoulder. * "Do you want me to break your neck first?" *He whispered idly.* "Or would you just prefer me bite you know?" *He stopped for several seconds and listened to her breathing, and joined her, his inhalation matching hers exactly.*
*Once more he began to circle, this time slower, his eyes taking in every detail of his next victim. Philips hand longed to snap her neck back to allow him to drink the elixir of her life force. But no, his soft footsteps landed upon the soil as he wandered round Lyddie in tight circles, every new circuit bringing him nearer to her.*
*Again Philips hand rested upon her shoulder, until he gripped the girl tightly by her shoulder and pulled her back. She stumbled and fell into his outstretched arms, which were waiting to catch her from her fall. His left hand crawled elegantly up her back, until Lyddies head fell back into his hand.*
*Philip smiled evilly and gently pushed her head back, exposing the front of her throat. Lyddie had remained silent, perhaps she did not think he would do it, perhaps she was too scared, but he was willing to go with the first option.*
*Only two minutes had passed since he had began to circle Lyddie and the lust for blood was so large even though the potion he had been administrated by Professor Saichairi was not meant to wear of for weeks yet.*
* What are you waiting for? Philip thought to himself, She said she doesn't like that romantic crap. So show her that your not one of those mushy crapy guys. He had tried to resist to stop thinking to his head, but now it was too strong. The lust for blood. The lust for her blood. The lust for her.*
"Do you think I'm trying to intimidate you now? Or is it working?" *Philip whispered lowering his head down to her neck. He idly wondered if she could stop him, but that was pushed back by other larger thoughts revolving one particular aspect of Lyddie.*
*He snarled loudly and exposed his larger than normal fangs, a look in his eyes as to plead with himself not to do this. But the rest of the body pleaded otherwise, especially his throat. So long it had been for him to feel the warmth of blood trickling slowly down his throat as his victim fel limp in his arms.*
*Philip snarled for the last time his head lunging down to her throat, his teeth finally penetrating the soft pale skin belonging to Lyddie H'tarlaw. The skin easily broke and soon the blood began to trickle out of her neck. He moaned at the sight of the blood and his lips gently sucked the blood from the fresh body.*
*The blood was overpowering. It was not a normal worthless muggles. Or a stupid wizards or witches strong blood. Philip was over whelmed at all the taste, texture and smell of the forever delicious blood.*
*Philip drank greedily but slowly wanting to save the moment of the first taste of Antithia blood. Once you’ve had Antithia you’ll never go back, Philip thought as no blood escaped from his mouth.*
*Philips head suddenly sprang backwards, an ounce of sense popping into his mind for a second and hten leavin quickly. What if she tells some one? I'll be expelled.. But that was soon disposed of as Philip bent back down to Lyddies neck, and traced his tngue of the trail of blood which he had missed.*
*Philip stopped. He stopped sucking the delicous blood of Lyddie's and gently kissed her, the blood leaving his lips and onto hers.*
"So you prefer guys who act tough?" *Philip asked and releasing the part Drow. He stepped back and wiped his mouth with his black coat, staining it with blood, but still, the red substance trickly down his mouth and dripped of a droplet at a time. Even though had had taken one minute to feast, it still wasn't enough for him. He only only taken a pint at the most, which he was happy about and yet not so happy about.*
(( *Stands back and marvels at longest post yet* ))
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((OOC: okay, firstly Phill, that is one brilliant post, much kudos to you for that. I am not interuppting and I am hating to ooc after a post like that, so this will be deleted when it gets sorted out.
You need to make a descision now, i know you posted in my office, and so my potion would be the one you are drinking according to timelines and your post. that thread is not done with, though, I am happy to say it was my potion if you want to. Rest assured it won't affect what you have written in the slightest.
Just note and say if that is what you are wanting, thankyou and as I say, this will be deleted or edited to minimise thread disruptions later on.))
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((*dies fifty times over*...that is a damn good post...*is scared to death but posts anyway*))
*Lyddie stayed tense as Philip began to circle her, not daring to move, not knowing what she would have to do. She could feel nervousness erupting inside her, what was she doing? She couldn’t do this; he could kill her...*
*And suddenly, he had her. He was holding her, controlling her and speaking in a fierce tone she never would have thought could come from him. She trembled as she felt his hand crawl up her back, head falling limp and into that same hand, and she couldn’t do anything because she was too frightened...Lyddie could see it in his eyes, a nauseating lust, one she couldn’t prevent.*
*A painful cry leaked from her lips as she felt his fangs seep into her neck, but her cries only lasted for a moment, because she couldn’t speak...she was terrorized...she had to do something, but she couldn’t, he was taking her blood, taking out too much. Philip ceased for a moment, and she felt like nothing more than a rag doll, his lips brushing against hers in a bittersweet kiss, blood leaking from his lips and trailing onto hers. Blood that was hers, blood she was losing, blood he was taking...Lyddie collapsed to the ground as he finally released her, shaking and unable to do so much as lift a finger, heartbeat sharp, trying desperately to breathe properly. She was dazed, he had taken so much out of her...how was she going to move...how was she going to live?*
Move...get out...
*Lyddie let out a fearful whimper through the darkness, feeling hot tears beginning to swell in scared, pale eyes. She had to move...she had to get out of here...*
Move, Lyddie. Goddammit, MOVE...
“Get...away...” *she choked out, digging her finger into the ground below her.* “Get away...get away...GET AWAY.”
*Suddenly, Lyddie tensed, jerking herself painfully to a stand, backing away from him slightly. The ache of daze was still inside her, she was wobbling weakly on her feet, but he had crossed the line. He has touched her, he had bitten her, no one would treat her this way. It was bad enough to be an Antithia sometimes, but a dead Antithia was worse. Eyes glazed over to a putrid black, pupils glowing bright red, cutting through the darkness like twin ring-shaped orbs.*
“Don’t you ever touch me again,” *she hissed darkly, throwing a high kick to Philip’s cheek, the heel of her combat boot connecting with his jaw. Without waiting she threw out another. With the same foot, she struck him in the chest, knocking him off balance and against a tree. Advancing, Lyddie reached out with a single hand, pinning Philip to the tree by his neck, closing around his throat tightly and cutting off air.*
“If you ever touch me again, I’ll kill you,” *she said, rage blasting in he rvoice, fiercer with every syllable.* “I swear to God and Satan alike, you will be gone. And never...ever...tell anyone about this night...if you value your time spent at this school.”
*Slowly, Lyddie lowered her hand from his neck, and without hesitating began to run down the path, back to the school, feeling her way past trees and bramble, having only one objective right now: to leave. She didn’t know what she was going to do about this, but she was getting away from him. Her neck was aching wildly where he had bitten her, as was the rest of her. Tears leaked down her face, over the scars on her cheek, down her chin, trickling onto the collar of her cloak. She was never going back there. She didn’t even want to be here anymore, it was insane. Not here, not with him...Lyddie just needed safety now, that was enough comfort for her. Running a hand around her face and neck, cringing as she felt where Philip had pierced her. Blood was still flowing freely, but slowing. Lyddie pulled up the hood of her cloak and continued on, not knowing what else she could do.*
Lyddie H'tarlaw "Girl's hair is like an evil thing's barometer. Not red, duck your head." - Wren Alexander
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((Im home now...Only to be greeted by an untidy bedroom. And yeah it is what Im wanting, Prof. Saichairi.))
*Philip felt a distant pain spreading on his face after Lyddies combat boots had hit him hard in the jaw. Strong marks from the sole of the shoe were left upon his face, his skin grazed badly, a few small drops of trailing down his face.*
*Quicker than Philip would have expected the same shoe connected his stomach and he was propelled backwords into a tree. He thumbed against the trunk hard and groaned slightly, thinking for a brief moment some serious damage had been payed to his spinal cord.*
*But once more the pain became a distant nigling in his mind, as Lyddies blood mixed inside his body with every movement. He took a small breath, as her hand shot up and grabbed his neck painfully. Her grip round his throat tightened as he spotted Lyddies usualy gray, cold, hard eyes replaced with a bright glowing red. Those red eyes go really well with blue hair...What the hell am I thinking that for?*
"I will never value the time spent at Hogwarts unless it was spent with you!" *Philip yelled to Lyddies retreating back as she disappeared into the early night, although he knew that this comment would not go down well with her.*
*Philip backed away from the large tree and idly walked to the edge of the high cliff. He looked down at the bottom, right over the edge only to see some bare stone and grass at the bottom.*
* And I thought the days at school would be the best of my years, Philip thought as he kicked a stray stone over the edge. A minute later the stone had landed on the stone, the sound as soft as a pin upon a muggle metalic surface.*
*He spat bitterly over the edge, the last remains of the sweet blood in his mouth joining the stone at the bottom of the cliff. Im not gonna let that stupid bitch of an Antithia to just leave like that. I will have the last laugh. Or breath. Philip thought as the night for ever accended upon him. He pulled his long wand out of his black muggle pants and fiddled with it quietly.*
" Dux Ducis Hogwarts," *Philip whispered to his wand. A small blue light erupted from the tip and began to furiously turn in the air. He nodded to the spell and it began to fly softly over the route, which lead to the foot of the hill. Sliently he follwed wondering if there were a spell to remove the most stubborn stain of all. Antithia Blood.*
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((ooc: replies halt now. This should have happened before your last post Phill, as it is it occurs now.))
It was as Phill took his first step from the cliffs edge that something began to stir inside him, a swelling growing in his stomach, a spreading numbness going through him, an itching pain clawing at his throat, ripping at his tongue which had tasted blood, human blood.
The catalyst for the reaction sown into the potion by the immortal alchemist and rune master Professor Saichairi, not content to trust anything that killed in order to live he had shifted the potion, tampered with it, added several elements to its contents.
The itching, searing pain suddenly flashing through him, nausea blinding him, his spell failing while mind hazed out of focus, overwhelmed by a sickness inside himself. Unable to stand as strenght left him, dropping to his knees, stomach in revolution against its owner as he retched, vomiting violently onto the ground. Limbs shaking and trembling from a weakness, a loss of strength forced to breath painfully as his innards wrapped tightly around themselves, stomach seeming like glass, painfully slow and grinding against itself, leaving him utterly helpless, weak and in a magical agony.
Skin beginning to shift its shading, the signal marker he had installed into the brew, changing from its pale to a blue, the blue of his house, a punishment from the Professor, and, as he doubted the boy would willingly ever come back, a totally addictive brew he had made, he had no choice but to drink it, to drink it and to face this pain everytime he hurt a human.
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*Lyddie ran another hand over her face, wiping away tears rapidly, hearing Philip shout to her as she continued to dash away from him, determined to just get out of this scenario...this wasn't good. He didn't have a crush, he had an obsession. A bad one. And one for her.*
You've got some serious problems, kid... *she thought miserably, and hurried onward, wrapping her cloak around her as she began to venture into the forest and back to the school.*
((prolly con't. in my dorm...))
Lyddie H'tarlaw "Girl's hair is like an evil thing's barometer. Not red, duck your head." - Wren Alexander
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