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Post by Landru Belan on Mar 12, 2013 19:57:50 GMT -5
She sits down with her back against the wall and I stand in the doorway, my eyes lingering on her. She knew Vampires existed, she knew where I was, and she.. she knew of Donna. Ruby was now a liability- I couldnt let her escape, no way. I let out a soft sigh, running a hand through my slightly long ginger hair. I look down as Caterina struts over, her striped tail high in the air as her amber eyes pleaded with me. I soon cave, bending over to pick her up and hold her in my arms. "Always have a cat." I murmer, chuckling. Didnt the insane doctors always have a cat? Well, I certainly wasnt insane- I was clearly perfectly rational. I was helping the world, cleaning out the sinners. I move to shut the door behind me, turning my back to Ruby as I firmly shut the door. I'd reversed the lock, but would she really be stupid enough to come out? I didnt think so.
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Post by Ruby Thompson on Mar 12, 2013 20:06:41 GMT -5
Ruby, once sure Landru was clear from the door, stood up and paced, doing jumping jacks or push ups every now and then. When anorexic or depressed she used exercise as a way to push it all away and reach the maximum limit, faltering herself more. She ran her fingers along the bumpy wall. As the chill bumps rose along her arms, she shuddered with a smile. It was one of her favorite feelings, that's why her house temperature was never above 65 degrees. She reached up to her thick tangle of honey gold hair and grumbled, taking off her beanie and combing it out with her fingers. Then she set to braiding it in different ways. Ruby stopped when her fingers started to go numb and sat down on the bed. Nothing came to mind of what she could do. It was literally a case of death by boredom. You could have at least given me a puzzle or book.She didn't raise her voice because if what was true about vampires was in fact true, Landru would hear her anyway. Ruby sat to tracing designs with the tip of her index finger on the bed. Sh had shredded the pants she wore down to a pair of black basketball shorts. It was a lot colder.
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Post by Landru Belan on Mar 12, 2013 20:13:23 GMT -5
I hear her moving around inside the room and I just stand in the hallway, my mind wandering slightly. I chuckle as her words reach my ears and I move from my statue-like position down the hallway. I walk over to the bookshelves that were built into the walls. I make unsatisfied sounds as I browse over the titles. Heh, Bible. I pull out a leatherbound novel, fanning the pages to smell the old scent of its pages that told the tale of Les Miserables. I didnt know if Ruby would like it, but oh well. I tuck it neatly under my arm before depositing Caterina on the couch and starting back down the hallway. I nock once before opening the door and stepping in, extending the book towards her. My eyebrows raise slightly as I notice her mesh shorts, where had those come from? Surely it was too hot to just wear them under her jeans.
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Post by Ruby Thompson on Mar 12, 2013 20:21:45 GMT -5
Ruby looked up and saw the book. She started laughing and leaned forward to grab it. So you can hear me. Her eyes scanned the cover. Les Miserables. It was familiar, but at least it wasn't something. She flipped to the first page, then looked at Landru in what she hoped was secretly. Alone Ruby had pondered over what he'd said. Fiance killed by a bloodsucking monster, then turned into one yourself. The first alone was enough to send most people to depression, but having to live like that too must have been horrible. Her eyes moved passed the words, pretending to read but her mind was far elsewhere. In her anger in fear she hadn't even stopped to consider Landru's past. No, it didn't give him an excuse to kill people of their 'sins' when he committed a fine loot of his own, but Ruby understood why. Did it hurt? Being changed? Ruby didn't look up from the book, though her spine had gone rigid and she raked her fingers across her thigh. The question had seemed to come on its own without permission from her.
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Post by Landru Belan on Mar 12, 2013 20:26:44 GMT -5
I nod distantly as she sounds surprised that I could hear her. I flip my red hair out of my eyes, shifting ever so slightly on my feet as my intense blue eyes scanned over her. Ruby really did remind me of Donna, and I had no clue why. They looked nothing alike, maybe it was just in the way they carried themselves. Im snapped out of my thoughts when she spoke and I bring my gaze back to her brown eyes, their blue depths sad. "Very much so." I reply, looking down at my feet. I remembered the feeling of his fangs buried in my throat, Donna's bloodless body laying beside mine as I writhed on the ground. I shake my head unconsciously, taking a quick step back. "I'll be in my room." I say, turning without closing her door before disappearing into mine.
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Post by Ruby Thompson on Mar 12, 2013 20:41:55 GMT -5
Ruby sighed. She'd just pushed Landru further into not liking her. For a moment she continued reading but found the fact of making Landru uncomfortable nagging at her. Despite his orders, she stood up, tucked her bangs behind her ears and walked confidently. But as she pushed open Landru's door, all confidence faded. Her posture sunk and she started to stutter. I just, uh.. wanted to apologize. Ruby nearly whispered, not sure enough in her own voice. Truthfully she was scared. She did, after all, only have one chance left. Now zero. Ruby linked her hands together in front of her. This was more awkward than listening to her ex dump her in front of the entire cafeteria. He'd slung all kinds of names at her and that was when she dropped out of school and moved, only to return again finding he was long one. London, Ruby thought.
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Post by Landru Belan on Mar 12, 2013 20:47:10 GMT -5
I'd sat down on my bed, psrings creaking beneath me. My elbows on my knees and my head in my hands as I pointedly kept my gaze off Donna's picture and on the rough hardwood floor. I hear her coming and look up as she pushes open my door, her words coming out in stutters. "Its.. well, not okay. Perhaps I just mean to say you did not mean to make me think of the three days I spent beside her body as I was painfully turned into the.. thing that killed her, the venom inching through my veins until it amde its way to my brain- voila, Vampire." I say, forcing a cheerful grin on my face. Suddenly I wanted to fling something, though not at Ruby. Just something to get the anger out. My blue gaze wanders to the firearms. Deer in the forests, people in the streets. So many choices.
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Post by Ruby Thompson on Mar 14, 2013 18:45:00 GMT -5
Ruby rubbed the back of her neck, now fully awkward. She tapped her foot, then rubbed the toe of her converse against the floor. I had to sit by my sister in the hospital last week. She didn't make it either. No sadness whelmed in her heart. To be honest, Ruby hated her sister. She always hit Ruby, made public fun of her, got her in trouble with her parents and was the one who started her on drinking. Luckily she had a heroin overdose. It was crude to think this, but now Ruby was free of a burden. She could be her own self and not be pushed for things she didn't want to do. Her eyes hardened suddenly, brow furrowing deeply. It was not good to think of her sister. Anger was to great for Ruby to handle without severe drinking and a night drunk in her brothers apartment, smoking a several blunts. By the morning with a few breath mints and eye drops she was good to work out stress at the local gas station.
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Post by Landru Belan on Mar 15, 2013 18:48:43 GMT -5
My blue eyes flick back to her form standing in the doorway, her hand on the back of her neck. I nod slowly, digesting this new snippet of information. I notice how Ruby's face didnt express a hint of sadness, though her brows knit together for a moment. "Would you care to tell me what happened?" I ask after a moments hesitation, scooting over on my bed to make room for her to sit. I look down at my hands which were folded in my lap, picking at the small amount of dirt hidden under the perfect ovals. It was one of the few things I obsessed over; cleanliness. Everything had to be virtually spotless, not a hair out of place. Or at least in my enviroment- my hair was a lost cause.
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Post by Ruby Thompson on Mar 15, 2013 22:16:57 GMT -5
Ruby hesitantly made her way to sit beside Landru, pulling her knee's to her chest and putting her chin on them. She wrapped her arms loosely around her shins and shrugged at his question. Did she want to tell what happened? Not so much. Did she want to spill her guts about how it had happened? Yes. Well, she was in a car wreck because of her high. Ruby didn't elaborate, but her tone didn't suggest that she wouldn't. The subject wasn't uncomfortable. It didn't take her long to readjust her position and tuck one leg under her bent knee, putting her arms behind her thigh. She watched Landru from the corner of her eye, taking in every detail about him. From the ginger hair, bright blue eyes, nose, curved lips and deft chin and to the curve of his neck. His neck that had once been torn open by a vampire. Ruby found herself touching where his pulse should be, nothing there. When noticing what she was doing, Ruby jerked her hand back and stuck it under her butt nonchalantly. Since when was the comfortable touching her captor?
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Post by Landru Belan on Mar 16, 2013 22:09:21 GMT -5
She closed the distance between us in slow strides, soon the springs creaked as she sat beside me on my bed. I glance over at her, raising my eyebrows in a questioning manner. Ruby soon spoke and I nodded once, turning my intense azure gaze forward, towards the wall that housed an old musket and many other firearms that were older then myself. They went around by age, the oldest on the right wall, the newest on the right. "You dont seem.. sad." I finally say, my voice soft and my tone thoughtful. I become silent after this statement, my mind attempting to concoct a better sentiment before her finger touches my neck. I stiffen and Ruby quickly sits on the offending hand as if nothing had happened. I swallow, fighting to get my thoughts back in order. "You really do remind me of her." I mumble, shaking my head slightly. It was something about her spirit, her will. I didnt understand it.
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Post by Ruby Thompson on Mar 17, 2013 15:41:17 GMT -5
Ruby twisted her mouth into a frown. She, a heartless bitch reminded him of his loving Donna? With a shake of her head, Ruby linking her hands together on her lap. No, I'm not sad about it. And how so? She turned her head to look at him. Whether just sympathy or not, Landru wasn't that bad of a guy. Aside from the killing, of course. And Lord only knew what else he did. Ruby mentally slapped herself. Why was she only going at Landru from his bad side? Was she that pessimistic? True, she doubted she would leave the house anytime soon. But then again did she want to have to face her sobbing mother and father all the time? Their precious, loyal daughter who couldn't function for one day without whining to her mommy. It made Ruby sick, utterly sick to think of her sister.
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Post by Landru Belan on Mar 19, 2013 15:11:13 GMT -5
I sigh, shrugging my shaoulders helplessly. I tilt my head to look at the ceiling, leaning back to rest against the wall of my room. "I cannot quite put my finger on it.." I say quietly, a thoughtful expression coming over my face. "Though, I suppose, if I believed in reincarnation, you could be Donna coming back." I ramble, a smile crossing my face as I sit up excitedly. "Yes, that has to be it! You've Donna's soul, sent to me for payment for my deeds- the sinners I've eliminated!" I exclaim, laughing happily and taking Ruby's hand in both of mine. "Dont you see? This is great! Surely meant to be- there are no coincidences."
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Post by Ruby Thompson on Mar 19, 2013 18:17:18 GMT -5
Ruby watched Landru's face change, though she had no time to move before he was taking hold of her hands. She chuckled nervously, carefully extracting her hand and clasping it with the other that was under her butt. The coldness that sunk through her veins in that arm was almost unreal. But not more than the fact that she was supposedly Donna, reincarnated. Even though she thought it mad, Landru seemed to believe every bit of it with his pulse less heart. B-Has it even been long enough? Ruby couldn't help another nervous burst of laugh. She really didn't know what else to do. And there was no way in hell she was going to marry him, like said Donna was bout to do before killed. Her throat shut and she had to fight for breath. Things just got a lot scarier than they were originally.
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Post by Landru Belan on Mar 19, 2013 18:33:18 GMT -5
She takes her hand from mine, though I was too distracted by my thoughts to notice. Donna and I could finally be togehter! Sure, she would look different, but it was still her! I had the love of my life back, and she certainly wasnt going to be ripped from my grasp again. I pause my visions of the future long enough to cock my head to the side thoughtfully, ginger hair falling into my electric blue eyes. "Its been over fifty years, love, I'd say I've been kept waiting long enough." I finally decide, nodding my head as if this made it definitive. I smile as Ruby laughs, she had to be glad to be back- to have me back. "Isnt this just.. just great? We can be together again! I mean, things have changed so much, but all that matters is that we have each other. We can start back where we left off, unless you want me to prove myself again- go through all the steps of courtship." I continue, my eyes getting a glazed quality to them as I ramble.
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