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ALTERNATE: The New World
« on: October 21, 2011, 05:08:01 PM »
“Do you have to go out there tonight? It’s getting colder, I need you to warm my bed,” she murmured playfully, leaning over him as he tied on his boots, her long golden hair tickling his cheek. Her words were light-hearted in their subject, but William knew her well enough to recognise the worry in her voice and as he stood up he turned to wrap his arms around his love.

“You know we must all take it in turn to take our watch. As we have done every night since arriving here. And you know I like it no more than you,” he replied firmly before pressing a slow kiss to her warm mouth. He could just melt in her arms, but tonight he had to resist her gentle tug and he was almost relieved when the cry of a baby came from through the thin door of their little cabin. Susanna gave a tut, frowning towards the door as William slid from her grasp.

“It’s not that often,” he added, earning himself a worried glance from his wife.

“More often as our numbers dwindle. Stay safe,” she said, before disappearing to sooth their son Peregrine and hopefully get him back to sleep before he disturbed anyone. The walls here were thin, the houses hastily thrown up shelters to serve until they could build better homes, sturdier homes. A baby’s cry was piercing when muffled by brick, here it could carry for miles.

Susanna’s sweet voice soon joined the cries as William tied his hair back with a leather thong and pulled on a thick coat for protection from the chill in the air outside before grabbing his gun and leaving, calling to Susanna to remember to bolt the door behind him. Most likely she would still be  awake when he returned in the early hours of the morning - she rarely slept when he was on watch - so he didn’t need to worry about being locked outside for too long.

His breath clouded before his face as he stepped into the cold night air and his eyes watered instantly. There were bonfires set up in the centre of their makeshift town, but when you were on the outskirts as he would be they offered no heat and little light. Some took torches from the fire with them, but William preferred not to. If anything did happen a torch would simply be using up one of his hands and he would be blind in the darkness if it was lost. No, better to get his eyes used to the black as soon as he could.

The human touched the dagger at his hip, checking it was still in place as he stamped his feet to ward off the cold, before beginning to pace back as forth at his position. They had set up guards the first few nights after arriving on the continent, but the watch had been doubled in the past week. They had found an old camp of some of the Natives, set up only a few miles from where they had built their homes, which was completely deserted. It looked as though those left alive had disappeared in a hurry, but not before many had died. The scene had been terrible and William hadn’t been able to bring himself to tell Susanna all of the details. The worst of it had been the children, their faces drawn and pale. There had been more dead children than adults in that camp and it had made William fearful for the lives of his own two children who were hopefully sleeping peacefully now.

And even without those fears of what had happened to the Natives to kill so many and drive them away, they weren’t surviving well in this New World. The voyage had taken too long, longer than expected, so when they had arrived there had been little time to set up crops to grow and their tiny gardens wouldn’t give them enough to last through the winter. Things were different here - the climate was changed, their crops weren’t even growing as they would have done at home, and they were having to find new foods to survive on. The hunting was good, the forests were filled with animals they had never even seen before, but that wouldn’t last with the winter coming fast. And a lot of their best hunters had fallen ill, succumbing to the new diseases of this land and their medicines seemed to do no good. Some of the sickness seemed to come on so quickly as well - one day a man would be strong as an ox, and the next, weak as a child. One or two had survived, but others had faded quickly, struck down with other illness in their weak state. One in his delirium said he had been attacked by a man, but he was able to give no other details and when questioned further he had no memory of ever saying such a thing.

There had been talk of simply leaving, going home on their faithful ship, but the Mayflower tossed and rolled in the huge waves where they had brought the to anchor, and a voyage back in this weather, with so many ill, it would be suicide.

For that at least William was a little grateful. He’d been horrendously seasick the whole way and had had to miss Peregrine’s birth. Here there were dangers, but at least he could fight them without  throwing up every ten minutes. To have solid land under his feet again had felt like heaven, but if they went he knew he would have to go too. He couldn’t survive here with just his family, and he would never ask Susanna to do that anyway.

His grey eyes scanned the line of trees which sheltered them from the winds, trying to see any hint of movement, anything which signalled danger, his hand curled around his gun. He was ready, but had no idea what for.

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Re: ALTERNATE: The New World
« Reply #1 on: October 22, 2011, 02:14:27 AM »
Indeed, they knew nothing of the foe they faced - which was greater than hunger and cold could ever be.  It thought little of the guns and spears hefted or fired by men; when they struck their mark, they drew blood, of course, but more of their lives went towards fixing that.  It was a delightful game, if monotonous.

That was the creature\'s problem these nights; boredom.  The native people had been sport for a while, but then he had held himself back too long, toying with them and drinking far too little for one his age.  Barely two mortal years had this curse been upon him and sneaking up on muscular braves, secretly draining bits of their life away one night after the other hadn\'t been enough.

A terrible bloodlust had struck unexpectedly, and when he finally came out from it he found he\'d squandered his favoured prizes - the children - and bested numerous adults too.  The rest of the tribe were gone and he was left with beasts for a while, until the Gods had seen fit to provide him with new sport and something refreshing for his palette.  The pilgrims brought with them a touch of nostalgia, a taste of home... a home unremembered, frustratingly obscured by the mists of confusion.

Addled his brain, it had, when his mistress had bit him.  He\'d been strong, honest, healthy and she\'d seduced him with honeyed lips and silken thighs.  Afterwards, he was this beast and he couldn\'t even remember his name let alone the names of any that might\'ve loved him before.  She\'d looked after him though, his mistress, teaching him how to hunt and play in the crowded playground of seventeenth century Europe.  They\'d travelled, laughed, fucked and drunk their way across continents, meeting exotic people with even more exotic dreams.

One such had brought them here, to this new world, to the established colony of Jamestown and they had been thrilled with the energy and fear still to be found in the place.  Tragedy struck though, one night while they were hunting a woman and her children; a number of men returned unexpectedly and his mistress was unable to fight her way out.  He\'d seen her burn from a safe distance away, his eyes watery with tears before he\'d fled, ridden north as fast and randomly as the horse he stole would allow.

The grief had blinded and numbed him for a while, sending him senseless and after animals then, too, before he\'d learned to stalk the stalkers - the natives.  The whites feared them, and the natives underestimated him because he was alone, so he learned to perfect his sport.  He\'d also learned that it was best to hunt the men first, to eliminate the threats if he wanted to be left alone to enjoy the spoils properly.

It was a blur, how long it had gone on, really.  He hadn\'t had cause to speak in so long he wasn\'t even sure he still could and the cave he slept the days in - while excruciatingly well-concealed - was making him think more and more of a grave.  He\'d had cause to ponder his life\'s meaning, the joy he got from toying with mortals, but also to question if there could be any more to this existence.  There were empty nights to be filled with whatever amusement he could find but he was so well used to the hunt now - and even the spoils - that it was becoming tedious, too, and the days he crawled back into his hole and just... slept.  Was this to be all, then?  Sleeping and stalking in as creative a manner as he could define for himself?

As he watched this new watcher man, this blonde with the keen eyes - who seemed to be quite intelligently almost looking straight at him, knowing he would come from the trees (but not how fast) - these things occurred to him again.  It was time he tried something new, to see if it would fill the empty hollow in his heart, if there could be anything poured in to fill up his soul besides screams and enlivening terror.

He thought he was clever to contemplate approaching from the front, a white man who could speak their language, even if the words he thought in in his head had a different lilt.  Thing was, he knew it wouldn\'t work because of the way he looked - and he was clever enough to realise that, too.

He was exceptionally tall at six feet and five inches, his hair a bright red tangled with twigs and leaves and dirt from his cave, the waist-length mop not even pulled back into a horse-tail to prevent further entanglement.  He was also barely dressed; once he\'d worn fashionable, modern clothes, but now he wore offcast animal-skin native pants that ended well above his ankle, no shoes and no shirt.  His lily-white skin practically shone like a beacon under a decent-sized moon, the muscles and unforgiving ridges of his hard body highlighted like one of the classic marble statues that swam occasionally into his patchwork memory for consideration.

No, as clever as his plan might be to approach from the front, he could look down at himself and see enough to know he wouldn\'t pass for one of them.  Best to come from behind, then, and make his presence felt that way.  He began to move through the trees, circling around on feet that swished through frosted grass like a breeze, not too worried about the twigs he cracked on the way.  It would sound like an animal or, if it didn\'t, would alert this kind-looking man to look in the opposite direction he would come from (because two things he was, were strong and fast and he\'d be long gone from where those little noises came from by the time the white man looked).

Patiently, he circled and picked the right moment to come up behind the stranger, pleased that there was no fire nearby to complicate things.  He was able to step up and, in one smooth motion, wrap arms about the coated figure.  One hand wove around the waist while the other held the mouth closed so he wouldn\'t be able to scream, both of them pinning the warm, instantly-struggling mortal to his rock-hard body.

"Ho there, well met," he said, his voice indeed croaky and rough from misuse but the words surprisingly clear.  He no longer knew that his accent had been spawned in the heart of London town itself, but it didn\'t faze him.  He wanted the words to have some sort of impact on the man he was holding and possibly stop him struggling but that was a risk.  It was as likely to be a failure as a success and that was exactly what already thrilled him about this new venture.

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Re: ALTERNATE: The New World
« Reply #2 on: October 23, 2011, 04:14:06 AM »
William was only able to gasp before the hand of ice covered his mouth, stifling any cry other than a few grunts in the back of his throat. The other guard wouldn\'t be able to hear it, he was alone. But William wasn\'t just about to give up and let whoever this was past him to the makeshift town.

So William fought against the vice like grip, kicking, stamping to aim at his attacker\'s feet, thrusting his elbows back and then trying to shove the butt of his gun into the creature\'s gut, but it seemed to have little affect. He would had tried to attack with his knife, but the arm around his waist holding him like a child prevented that. William tried throwing his weight back and forth to throw them both off balance but it was as though he had been attacked by a tree.

A tree who could speak English. William froze at the sound of the gravelly voice, unsure if he had heard correctly. From what they\'d heard from Jamestown none of the natives could speak English, and if they had learnt William doubted it would be with a London accent.

The hand which had been clawing at the giant\'s bare arms dropped away to show he was no longer fighting, although his knuckles were white where he was still holding his gun and his body was tense. His heart was poundings and his breathing heavy but no longer misting as he breathed through his nose, struggling to get enough air with the hand covering half his face. Why would an English speaker be attacking him? If he needed help it would be offered. No, William wasn\'t completely at ease just because he recognised some words. He couldn\'t ask though, he could barely make a sound as he was pinned to the other\'s chest.

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Re: ALTERNATE: The New World
« Reply #3 on: October 24, 2011, 12:02:53 AM »
The vampire was unsure of what to do next; he was drawn by the pulsing heat of the town nearby, by the lives he knew were being slumbered away in there, but also by his new curiosity.  To satisfy that, he had to demonstrate new control... different control.  He needed to test this prize, to see if it was the right one, if it would meet his needs.

He needed to decide what his needs were.

Understanding that he didn\'t understand seemed to help him solidify a plan.  He needed time and the only way to get that was to retreat.  With greater intent, he covered the mouth and nose of the man he held, unsurprised when the struggling began again but pleased when he passed out from lack of oxygen.  When the blonde mortal sagged in his arms, the vampire flicked the gun away, threw the weight of his new prize over his shoulder and ran as fast as his powerful legs would carry him.  Away.

It wouldn\'t be long before the mortal woke up and it was a over a mile to his cave.  It would be three hundred years before a mortal would run such a distance in two minutes; he ran it in just over one, his superior reflexes assisting him to travel up and down where no mortal ever would at such a speed.

The blonde was stirring back to consciousness just as he was set down on the hard stone floor of his cave - well, the first decently-sized chamber of it, anyway.  The entrance to his home was concealed high above the ground - though a narrow, treacherous path led up to it, its entrance was little more than a fissure until you walked past it and looked back, seeing that a person could move into it sideways and without ducking (he\'d had some trouble squeezing in with his prize, this time, but had managed by carrying him under one arm, pressed up against his side, in the end) - and sank deep into the mountain it was encased in.  It was a tall and thin crack at first, open to the skies in some places, but then puffed out and down into a small chamber approximately the size of a stage coach.  The roof here was not higher than his standing height and he had to crouch slightly.

The vampire kept all sorts of things in this room, inanimate prizes he\'d collected through the years, and he was done tying the man\'s wrists to his feet with some rope by the time he awoke properly.  When the mortal\'s eyes opened, he would see almost complete blackness, though there was plenty of ambient light for the beast to see by; it seeped vaguely in through the fissure entrance but was likely not enough for the mortal to detect shape or form within.  If this went well, he could build a fire in here but he didn\'t like to, just yet.  This cavern was probably ten yards in and down from where he\'d first entered, but he didn\'t trust that firelight wouldn\'t flicker or the smoke escape somehow and give him away.  He had no doors or locks to protect him if the man\'s people somehow came for him; darkness was his only advantage.

Squatting across from the mortal as he started thrashing - he was close to a pile of bedrolls, canteens, eating utensils and even a native backpack but would have to push around a bit more to actually hit it - the vampire spoke, his voice only slightly eased by his former words.  "What do they call you?" he asked, his volume loud enough to get the mortal\'s attention.  One thing he didn\'t fear, in this cave, was noise.  The human could scream as loud as he wanted to and it would only bounce painfully off the vaguely circular walls, swallowed before it got up and out into the night again.

Pain would make him less tolerant, though, and screaming would hurt, so he was nervous about that.

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Re: ALTERNATE: The New World
« Reply #4 on: October 24, 2011, 12:51:42 AM »
As his grey eyes opened William wasn\'t sure whether he was in darkness, blind or dead. The last thing he could remember was the hand blocking off his air and himself struggling.

And then blackness... which was continuing no matter how much he blinked whilst attempting to clear his vision. As the vampire had expected, William began to struggle as he realised he was tied up, tugging against the knots and turning his head, trying to seek any hint of light, but finding none.

His hair came loose as he rolled, the shoulder length sheet falling partly across his face, strands sticking to his dry lips, but William couldn\'t even see those in the pitch black. He could feel them though, and the ropes cutting into his wrists and ankles. Without gloves on and having not been not moving for so long, with the ropes cutting off the blood supply, his fingers were beginning to feel numb already. William let out a groan of frustration as he squeezed his eyes shut and found it made no difference to his vision.

The voice in the darkness drew his attention though - until that point William had assumed he was alone. What human would hide away in a hole so dark? His eyes were staring straight towards the giant, but he couldn\'t see him at all and that was terrifying but William didn\'t let that show in his face. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, trying to hear his companion, but there wasn\'t even the sound of breathing.

"Where are we?" he replied sharply, not willing to give up any information without any indication he might get answers in return. At the moment he knew he didn\'t exactly have much to barter with, but it was worth a try.

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Re: ALTERNATE: The New World
« Reply #5 on: October 24, 2011, 06:46:45 AM »
Braced for shouting, the creature was relieved when it didn\'t come, tilting his head curiously as he was questioned instead of answered.  He then looked around as if he didn\'t know where they were, trying to decide how best to describe it, before he looked back at the blind mortal.

"A cave.  Where I live," he decided, finding that words still didn\'t come all that easily to him - he had to consciously plan what he was going to say and such thinking was new.  He wasn\'t sure he disliked it, but neither was he confident he\'d like it enough that it would get easier.  He was used to reading peoples\' thoughts and not bothering to return communication.  It was more difficult than he remembered, that was for certain.

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Re: ALTERNATE: The New World
« Reply #6 on: October 24, 2011, 07:39:34 AM »
William took in a slow breath, his confidence returning a little with his captor’s response. He had actually answered, he hadn’t seemed to mind that his own question had been ignored and William now knew he couldn’t see because it was dark, not because he had suddenly been struck blind. By the sounds of it he lived here alone, which was reassuring. One man. Who had been freakishly strong and huge by the feel of him when he’d attacked before.

But God only knew how long his companion would keep up answering William’s questions. He had to think carefully, and about how much he wanted to know certain answers. Any second they could be turned around on him again.

“Did you hurt any of my people when you attacked tonight?” Was it even still night? In a cave it was impossible to know and William had no idea how long he’d been unconscious for. But he had to know. Please, not like that other village Not Susanna, not my babies, not them, please, God. His fingers tried to pick at the knots in his ropes as he spoke and waited for the reply, but his numb fingers seemed unresponsive to his demands and with his heavy boots on he wouldn’t be able to slip the binding off over his feet.

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« Reply #7 on: October 24, 2011, 07:54:52 AM »
He watched the man pluck at the ropes, seeing the muscles in his body move, hearing every magnified movement like any predator hears its prey.  He didn\'t answer immediately, his ponderings sluggish and his reasoning slower.  He wasn\'t used to wanting anything beyond the obvious, and taking it was easy.  Slowing things down and working towards something else was extremely difficult, but he found it pleasant enough.

"No.  Not yet.  If you try to get away or somehow leave the cave, I will.  I will kill your wife and babies," he said mildly, seeing images of a woman and children in the front of the mortal\'s mind and guessing at what he was seeing.  "I will kill everyone, if you do not co... mmm... co... do what I say," he finished abruptly, frustrated because he couldn\'t think of the word he wanted to use.  It danced, on the tip of his tongue, out of reach, but he knew what he meant anyway.

"Now.  What do they call you?"

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Re: ALTERNATE: The New World
« Reply #8 on: October 24, 2011, 04:42:08 PM »
William’s heart leapt into his mouth at the man’s declaration, not doubting for a moment it was true. He’d felt his strength, seen the other village and hadn’t had a clue that he was being attacked until it was too late. The town had too few defences, and none for a spirit like this. A demon, or a man who’d sold his soul to one. They didn’t even have a church finished yet.

“I am William White. May I ask your name?” he said in a slightly more respectful tone, his eyes still searching the darkness but nothing was becoming clear. He didn’t even know how big this place was, although it wasn’t echoing so couldn’t be too big.

“And please, could we have some light?” William added. His captor wanted him to stay here, and the idea of sitting in pitch black until… God knows when, was scary. He would be able to though. His silver cross lay comfortingly against his chest. This was a challenge, one he could get through.

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Re: ALTERNATE: The New World
« Reply #9 on: October 24, 2011, 04:59:40 PM »
"William... White," the creature repeated, ignoring the request for light while he mulled over the taste of a fundamentally familiar-sounding name, though it was nothing he\'d associated with in so long it also had the flavour of foreignness too.  Requesting the same courtesy from him only gave him further pause, and he frowned marginally as he tried to remember.
 
The more he chased it - that elusive label he\'d once answered to - the faster it escaped him.  A name was important, it was something to be called by and if he was going to establish a relationship beyond predator and prey here, he would need one.  Nothing came to him, though.  "I have... no name.  I... do not remember.  What would you call me?" he queried, unsure about requesting a label for himself from this man that was mostly a stranger, but having no alternative.
 
The only name he could some up with right now was Susanna and he wasn\'t even sure where he\'d got that from.  He was pretty certain it was a woman\'s name, too, though such definitions were blurry and meaningless.

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Re: ALTERNATE: The New World
« Reply #10 on: October 24, 2011, 10:00:46 PM »
A nameless man who hid in the dark, killing and stealing? What was all this madness? How could he not remember? And why would he want his prisoner to give him a name? Was this all some sort of plot to put him off his guard or scare him? William could come up with all sorts of names, but none he wanted to give this creature the satisfaction of owning.

Lucifer, Asmodeus, Belsebub, Belial, Satan.

"I can not name you without seeing you or knowing more of you," William said firmly, although the nameless one may have been able to hear a slight tremor in his voice. He was no longer struggling to free himself, but his body was tense as he stared into the darkness.

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« Reply #11 on: October 25, 2011, 07:34:23 AM »
The reference to seeing him was not missed this time and it made perfect sense to the creature, who was also keen to get to know this man.  He may not end up being the right mortal for him, but there would be plenty more to choose from later, so mistakes now - if they turned out to be thus - were acceptable.

It had been almost two hundred years since he\'d built a fire in a grate in London, yet this his faulty memory chose to supply the means for, without any extra effort at remembering on his behalf.  There were rocks around, and wood, but he had to exit the cave to gather them.  He even had the wherewithal to take a large water skin - the cured bladder of a buffalo, courtesy of some native peoples along his journey at some point - to gather water, for it occurred to him that he would want to put the fire out before the daylight claimed him and also that his companion would need water.  Food, too, but he wasn\'t so sure about that just yet.  There were hours of moonlight left, though, he could work something out later.

He spent about ten minutes all up, gathering wood and rocks and travelling to the nearest running water source (somehow, he knew that was best).  He built the fire in the \'doorway\' of the cavern they were in, for he needed to rely on the smoke escaping out into the night air that way.  There were no cracks in the ceiling of the room they were in, nor in any of the ensuant, smaller caverns he crept through to reach his restrictive slumbering chamber, and the man would choke if it got too smokey.  He\'d picked up only wood from the ground in the hope it wouldn\'t be too wet, but it was better to be safe.

Finding a flint and stone took quite a few minutes.  He\'d set the makeshift fireplace up, put the skin bulging with water down and spent the greater part of his time fossicking through the bits and pieces of gear he had stacked behind William looking for a way to make it light.  Eventually, he had some paper (torn from a bible, though he didn\'t realise what the book was) and flint and steel and he duck-walked over to the fire to set it alight.

As light gradually began to fill the cavern, William would see his alabaster back, his limbs long and roped with muscle, the tangle of his red hair, matted brownish with leaves and filth as it fell from the crown of his head.  Only the light striking rare clean parts of it would show it was supposed to be red and there was no guarantee mortal eyes would pick that out.  Once the fire was properly crackling, the vampire shuffled around and walked back in his squat towards his prisoner\'s feet, making sure he went a little beyond so that he could turn back and his face would be visible in the firelight.  It was an innocent-looking and handsome face with his full lips closed over his fangs, his watchful blue-gold eyes surrounded by thick lashes, his white skin smooth and unlined.  A few chunks of hair hung down in a sort of clunky fringe, framing his face and not hanging in his eyes.  He looked to be all of twenty years old, for he\'d matured early in life and been just shy of his nineteenth birthday when his sire had turned him, at eighteen.

His expression was expectant as he gazed at the man, as if he believed he\'d be named the instant William saw his face.  His knees were pressed together in his crouch, feet splayed somewhat sideways and his arms folded atop the resting platform his knees formed.  He kept his shoulders up, though, so that he wasn\'t too hunched up and William would be able to judge an appropriate name for him by looking at all of him.  Only his hair and his feet were really filthy, the rest of him - naked in the frosty air - was smooth and an unearthly white, practically shining in the rosy glow of the flames.

After a few moments of staring passed between them, he gave a close-lipped smile, his eyes dancing eagerly.  "Well?" he prompted, forgetting the \'know you\' part of the mortal\'s directive.

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Re: ALTERNATE: The New World
« Reply #12 on: October 25, 2011, 08:08:21 AM »
As his captor disappeared wordlessly William sat quietly for a few seconds, trying to figure out what was going on. What she going to start a fire? Or had he managed to anger him somehow and brought his wrath down on his family? Either way, as he was alone William struggled, not calling out because he didn’t know how far the giant had gone, but feeling around as best he could (which was not very well). There were no stones sharp enough to cut his bindings with that he could feel, and tugging at the ropes was only rubbing his wrists raw to no positive affect.

When his companion returned William had found the wall and was leaning heavily against it, still curled up uncomfortably and wriggling his fingers, trying to get some feeling back into them. His eyes blindly followed the sounds the man made as he moved around hunting for the bits and pieces he needed, but it wasn’t until he heard the sound of the flint on the stone that William was sure of what was being done.

When there was finally a spark, and then a flame William gave a small sigh of relief. Even seeing that there was a fire nearby instantly made him feel warmer and being able to see, even a little, was a comfort. He quickly made use of his time eyeing up his captor, and as the… boy turned to face him William’s eyes opened a little in surprise. Why, he was barely a man. How could he have such strength? And why would a young man like be hiding away in a cave, looking more savage than the savages who had lived here before? He looked to be made of marble, living stone, apart from his hair which shone in parts, and those eyes which were looking at him so expectantly. It reminded William of the look Resolved gave him when he wanted another mouthful of dinner and William was being too slow. So expectant, hopeful.

But this couldn’t be a man, maybe in appearance but not in truth. No man would be able to survive so clothed in this weather. And what man would have reason to hide in a cave when there could be safety in a town nearby?

He had almost forgotten his task until prompted, and then William blinked in surprise, his eyes watering a little in the light which seemed almost too bright after the pitch black. He had barely even turned his gaze away from the vampire to gauge his surroundings, he didn’t seem able to just yet.

“Aden,” he said quietly, wondering how the boy would react if he didn’t like the name picked. Surely better than if a name was not picked at all?

He gave the name a while to sink in, to watch for the reaction to it, before speaking again, whether the reaction was good or bad.

“Why have you brought me here?”

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Re: ALTERNATE: The New World
« Reply #13 on: October 25, 2011, 05:12:37 PM »
"Alright.  William... Aden," the creature\'s smiled broadened, and perfectly straight and clean teeth were just visible in the space allowed between his lips.  He gestured between them for good measure, finishing with his hand pressed flat against his chest, over his lifeless heart.
 
"You are here because... I am bored," he answered slowly - not because the words weren\'t coming to him this time, but because he was unsure of his deepest motivation.  "I want something different, not just drinking or killing or playing with people.  Something... more," he decided with a frown, knowing it was unlikely to be specific enough to answer the question but unable to find anything else to say.
 
Already, he was excited to be having a conversation not punctuated by screams, though, and he shuffled a little closer to William (holding his squat) in anticipation of the next question that would come at him, his eyes alight.  The frown had already melted away.

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Re: ALTERNATE: The New World
« Reply #14 on: October 25, 2011, 09:56:07 PM »
If William could have moved back away easy from Aden he would have done as the redhead moved closer. Instead he pressed more firmly against the wall, reluctant to take his eyes off the man before him.

Bored? So William was to be his new plaything? That didn\'t make much sense to the human after Aden had said he was bored of playing with people, and when that word followed \'killing\' it seemed unlikely that he meant a game of cards. The drinking bit William didn\'t understand though, and he tore his gaze away from Aden to finally look at his surroundings.

No bottles, no glasses or mugs. A water skin but no alcohol. The place wasn\'t exactly tidy, but things seemed to have their place. It didn\'t look like the home of a drunkard, and where would this man who lived in a cave find alcohol anyway? The natives had none this far from Jamestown, and the pilgrims had only a couple of bottles of wine, saved for celebrations.

His grey eyes eventually returned to Aden\'s bright blue, and he watched him silently for a few seconds before speaking.

"Why are you here? Killing people? You could come live with us, there\'s no need to hurt anyone," he said hesitantly. He wasn\'t too keen in having a murderer near his wife and children, but they would be able to keep an eye on him, maybe overpower him if there were enough of them.