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» [IP] When I hit the ground, you're all I need [OPEN]
SOPHIA ULISSE
 Posted: Mar 14 2017, 10:23 PM
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Being sick for so long had left Sophia in more of a state of depression than she cared to admit to anyone, least of all Nick. He was doing everything in his power to keep her alive and well; adding onto that stress and that worry by pointing out her mental health was taking a toll would only worsen the quality of his own life. He didn't deserve that... He deserved to be able to live his days to their fullest, though she knew he wasn't about to leave her side anytime soon to do just that.

He was too good to her, and she refused to ask much of him even as her condition worsened. She knew she wasn't going to live to see this coming summer; she'd be lucky if she saw the cold weather turn into a nice, true spring... Her days were spent mostly in bed; sometimes she had enough strength to pad into the living room to occupy the sofa for the day, but those days were now few and far between sleeping the hours of the days away in bed.

Her skin was always pale - sickeningly so. Sometimes she was cold to the touch, usually during the day, while at night she was stifling hot and drenched in sweat despite the window cracked wide open and the air conditioning full blast. Some mornings she woke with blood residue somewhere on her face or on the bed sheets and pillow cases... She suspected she was either coughing up blood in her sleep or had a nose or ear bleed somewhere through the night. Nick always did his best to clean it up before she awoke, it seemed... as if he didn't want her to worry about just how sick she was getting...

Her organs were slowly liquefying, wasn't that what the Division had said would happen? They would slowly shut down one by one, unable to function and unable to keep her clinging to the shred of life she was trying to keep a firm hold onto. She wasn't on any organ transplant lists; even if she were, no one was going to sign her up for one of each, and she'd never grace the top of the list in time to receive whatever organ decided to fail first. So far, it looked like her kidneys would be the first to go; dialysis three times a week was keeping her going, but that would be short lived, she knew.

And Nick was the one that had to see that. Had to have his brothers take her pain or bring them meals because she was drained and he was exhausted from caring for her all day, every day. Some days she wasn't awake long enough to even try to look or act healthy... it felt like she hadn't had a good day in months and it felt as though she hadn't pretended - for Nick's sake - to have a good day in double that.

Today needed to be a good day, and even if it wasn't, Sophia needed to pretend, for Nick's sake, that it was a good day. He deserved one fucking day where he could have some hope that many Sophia was feeling better. A day where he could sit back, relax and take care of himself for a fucking change.

The fact that she was awake and dressed - on her own, at that - was bordering on miraculous; she had tried her hardest to cover up the dark circles under her eyes with some concealer, but had given up that losing battle after a few long, frustrating minutes.

There were some things that they needed - milk, eggs, bread... the usual - that Nick would have to go out and get later after ensuring Sophia was okay and that someone was sitting with her in case she needed anything, but Sophia wanted to do nothing more than try and make this evening a little easier. If she went out and grabbed what they needed from the corner store just a few roads away, he'd be able to sit back and relax with her for the first time in too long. So after leaving a quick note on the counter for Nick, she had set off to take care of that.

Her coughing fit had hit midway between her's and Nick's home and the store she had been hoping to pick everything up from; there were no cars on the road but still Sophia had ducked away into one of the back alleys behind a building that was no longer in use by much of anyone in fear of causing someone to pull over. She wasn't wanting to be the girl that needed saving; she was so damn tired of needing everyone's help...

Each cough had crimson blood splattering against the side of the building and the brick ground at her feet; she felt like she couldn't get enough air into her lungs between hacking coughs. Her face was red but her lips were blue as the palms of her hands rested flat against the brick wall of the building; her skin enjoying the coldness as she struggled to regain control of her breathing.

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LORENZO ST. JOHN
 Posted: May 6 2017, 01:19 AM
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There would never be a day in his immortal life , that he didn’t find it slightly humorous that a man with the word Saint in his name, was a vampire. Not only was Lorenzo St. John a vampire, but he was the next evolution of vampire, the only of his kind. Well…the only that survived. He was a vampire who fed on other vampires, the perfect killing machine for his own kind really. The only Augustine Vampire. He didn’t know if that helped or hurt is Saint status, but he hardly doubted it mattered anyways.

After all he’d already been to hell and back, if that didn’t answer the question what did? The place that he had been captured and held for fifty long years. Tortured day in and out by scientists, physically and mentally. The tore him into pieces and stitched him back up, ripped his mind apart till he didn’t even know what was real and what was fake. He didn’t even get to have his name those years… even now he sometimes had to stop himself from greeting himself as 12144, his experiment number.

Some might say the abilities he had now were worth it, those sick twisted few people. He fed on other vampires instead of humans, he couldn’t be compelled, had strong defenses against magic, and most of all he couldn’t feel pain much anymore. Granted the last might be because when you’ve been cut open and messed with for half a century pain is something you get used to.

Enzo was not one of those people who thought his status of the only Augustine vampire was anything to celebrate. They didn’t understand. They didn’t know what it was like to be so fucked up by someone that you lost part of your memory…that you couldn’t sleep without nightmares screaming at you. The power and strength weren’t worth it, at all. Not that the cocky vampire would let most people know his pain.

Now though he was back in New Orleans, and while they were hunting him down again, he sure as hell wasn’t going to fucking let them take him alive this time. He rather die than be taken back to that hell. He couldn’t… not again…

Tonight had been a night where he had gone out hunting himself. Enzo tried to go as long as he possibly could without feeding before doing so. Not because he felt bad about feeding, he truly didn’t care about those he fed on, but New Orleans vampires were almost all protected by Marcel Gerard. And while Enzo was certain there was nothing the King of New Orleans could do to him that hadn’t already been done before and worst, he wasn’t exactly looking for the attention right now. Especially not from someone who could hand him right back over to those that wanted to lock him back in a cage.

His hands shoved in his pockets while he walked down the street when the scent of blood flooded his system. He wasn’t surprised at it really, in a city filled with vampires, he wasn’t surprised that someone was going out for a bit to eat. But where someone was feeding, meant a meal for Enzo as well.

He followed his senses to where the scent was coming from, to be surprised when he turned into the alleyway. Instead of a vampire feeding on a human, instead he found a young woman leaning against the wall coughing up blood. His head cocked to the side, staying silent as he watched her profile for a moment.

He recognized her. From online. But seeing her in person something else tugged at him, his memory. She looked like someone that he should know. Which was impossible, because he had been locked away for 50 years… there’s no way he could recognize her. As he kept staring at her though , flashes flew through his mind of the past…as if it was trying to remember something that wasn’t there.

Enzo shook it off though as he took the steps towards her, slowly and at easy . ” Now I’ve never been a doctor before, but I’m pretty sure in most cases the blood is supposed to stay on the inside. And if it’s not well… you really should be in the place the doctor is.”



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SOPHIA ULISSE
 Posted: May 27 2017, 09:29 PM
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Sophia couldn't have possibly predicted that the drug the Division had injected her with - the same drug that had momentarily killed her - would continue to have such adverse effects on her after working. She had survived it and it had boosted her ability beyond what she could have ever imagined it to be, yet... she continued to suffer through the wild side effects the drug continued to have on her body nearly three years after having been injected with it to begin with.

She knew she was dying... wasn't that why everyone was scrambling around to find an antidote that may or may not even exist? They all knew that she was slowly running out of time. That her body wasn't able to accommodate the changes the drug had made to her abilities. That her organs were shutting down one by one and there was very little any doctor could do for her.

Part of her wished that the process would speed itself up; watching Nick watching her... well, it wasn't easy. That wasn't to say it wasn't easy for him to watch someone he loved slowly dying - she knew it was - but to see him no longer spending time with his family... No longer smiling, laughing, doing the things he loved... it was like he, too, was dying... maybe that was what made it all the harder for Sophia; maybe that was why she hoped all of this would end sooner rather than later.

There was a certain blackness that Sophia always found herself drifting towards when she stopped caring about the ramifications; she knew that if she chose to just let go, it would all end for good, but a certain guilt came with giving up when she watched Nick fighting for her, day after day. Even now as she closed her eyes, Sophia knew that she could let that blackness take over... part of her wanted nothing more than to just stop fighting...

Had she been at the top of her health, Sophia would have heard the stranger just after picking up his scent, but she wasn't and she didn't. In fact, it was the sound of the male's voice that had alerted her to the fact that she wasn't alone; her eyes peeking open as she offered a weak smile. She was tired... exhausted, really... Too exhausted to bother trying to make sense of anything happening around her and yet she was still able to pick up that this man wasn't exactly 'Joe Normal'; he - like Sophia - belonged to a whole other realm of beings.

"It's what happens when you're dying." Her voice was soft; she wasn't worried about him not hearing the words she spoke, as he had just as heightened senses as she once had on her better days. It looked like he, too, had seen better days; she could tell that he hadn't fed in some time. That was likely why he was strolling around the quieter streets, hoping for a meal that wouldn't land him in Marcel's grasp.

It was a selfish thought that flickered through the brunette's mind... but part of her couldn't help but wonder if maybe this would be easier on Nick than watching her continue to slowly deteriorate until there was nothing left. If someone called him and told him her life had been taken in some alley by some unknown being... her pain would end, and his would, as well.

"You're hungry." A hunger that Sophia knew all too well, though she was able to appease that hunger with foods other than blood which made controlling her blood lust far easier than it was for a vampire.

"I won't scream..."

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LORENZO ST. JOHN
 Posted: Jun 10 2017, 08:47 PM
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Enzo didn't have much interaction with other supernatural creatures. Since he fed on his own kind, he tried not to mingle much with those he was just going to end up eating in the long run. Other supernatural creatures were safe from being dinner, but mostly didn't get along with vampires. That and Enzo was one of the least sociable people on the face of the planet.

He blamed it on the fact that for fifty years now he had been locked up in a hellhole prison while he was tortured daily. There wasn't much chance to socialize and make friends when your chest was being cut apart and your mind being torn apart.

But even he could tell, now that he was close enough, that the girl coughing up blood wasn't exactly human. When he took a long deep breath he could smell the vampire in her that made his hunger claw it's way back to the surface. There was something else mixed in with the vampire though, what it was he couldn't tell.

The thought about taking a bite out of her crossed his mind. It would be quick and easy...she already had coughed up a lot of it on the wall in front of her. He could almost taste her from just the smell of it lingering on the air in front of them. It made him stop breathing so he wouldn't have more of that scent assaulting him.

Figures that she would be able to tell that he was hungry, it would of made this so much easier. He was going to have to start feeding more frequently, if someone could tell that he was this hungry by just looking at him. He had too much to lose if people figured out who he was.

If the wrong people knew who he was and where he was they would drag him right back to his hell. They had done it once before when he briefly escaped a year ago. The year he met Kennedy. They had found out where he was after he escaped and rounded him up.

Now he had the starting of a new life. Met Deliah, who he found himself drawn to, people that he could actually get along with sometimes, and an apartment. This was the best life he had ever had, even before he had been turned, he wasn't going to lose it...

"As tempting as you are..." He had to breath in once more taking in the scent of her blood once more , feeling his stomach cramp tightly in hunger. "My diet is very restrictive. " Though he was certain that she would fit into that diet, but he wasn't going to let her know that, not when he was barely holding it together as it was.

"Instead we are going to get you and that lovely blood of yours to the hospital...See if we can stop this dying nonsense you are spouting out." Though the thought flashed through his mind, images and ideas about how easy it would be to bite her...How if she was truly dying how he could end the suffering now. If done right feeding doesn't have to be painful...he could end it without the pain for her. That was justification , wasn't it? But even to him it sounded like a sorry excuse to use a woman who didn't need to be used like that...



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SOPHIA ULISSE
 Posted: Aug 12 2017, 12:43 PM
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Anyone suffering from a fatal injury or illness would have wanted to leap for joy upon finding someone both willing and able to ensure they got the medical attention that they so desperately required. Sophia, however, wasn't one of those people, and for a very specific reason: no hospital on this Earth could save her.

Already the hybrid knew that Charity Medical - the only hospital in North America that could subtly cater to the supernatural - was doing all it could do for her rather unique case. Kidney dialysis to assist her body in ridding itself of the toxins that the Division had infested her with and weekly blood transfusions to ensure her blood was clean and circulating enough oxygen to keep the rest of her tired organs in working order.

"I can't go to the hospital..." She had already had her transfusion at the beginning of the week; they wouldn't be able to do much else for her right now... Sophia knew that she was dying, slowly but surely. This was just another unavoidable, unstoppable step in that direction. "I'm dying; I'm sick. They can't slow it down, they can't stop it... I just have to let it take its course."

It was a bit more complex than that, of course. She had Nick, Steve and Grant busy trying to find a way to get their hands on (or recreate) the only antidote to the toxins she had been injected with when the Division had been longing to intensify her ability. There was no point touching on that, of course. Why inform someone of a corrupt branch of government when they could live in blissful ignorance?

"Which means the people that I love get to watch me fade every day that I'm still here; I think it's more painful for them than it is for me..." For Nick, especially, but thinking of that just broke her heart on top of everything else that seemed to be breaking and failing her. "It'd almost be a shred of mercy to just... end it now so they don't have to suffer for much longer..."

Sophia was too weak to fight back and too exhausted to scream out for someone to save her from that fate, yet she could tell that this man - although a vampire - wasn't leaning towards her easy way out, and she wasn't about to start begging someone to take her life; she'd never force that onto someone's shoulders regardless of just how tempting it might have been.

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LORENZO ST. JOHN
 Posted: Sep 24 2017, 07:19 PM
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I'm sick of wondering
Is it life or death
Enzo was trying very hard to keep a hold of himself while they were in the alley, but the scent of blood constantly assaulted him. Normally it wouldn’t be as much of an issue as it was now, but it had been a while since he even got a taste of it. Now this hybrid’s blood was right there ready for the taking, being offered to him even, and it was almost impossible not to take it. If she had been fully human he wouldn’t of worried about the temptation, but it was the scent of the vampire in her that was driving him crazy.

It was one of the many side effects that came from the experiments he had been trapped in for fifty years. It wasn’t an issue when they held them there keeping him fed, but now that he was in New Orleans, it was becoming difficult to keep up his diet. The city was ruled by a vampire king, who’s vampires were all very protected. Which meant that Enzo had to be careful who he ate , or he’d have Marcel coming after his head. And while Enzo held no fear for Marcel himself, he feared being in the public eye too much and being dragged back to the hell hole he escaped.

Fifty long years of being tortured, ripped apart, and put back together had put a toll on the Vampire. He didn’t know all that they had done to him. Blank spots in his memories from times they ripped his mind apart, kept him from knowing it all. They degraded him and treated him like an animal, with no thoughts, no feelings, with no reason to live other than to jump at their command. And when he didn’t, they made sure he was punished for it greatly.

He swore that he would never be taken back to that hell. The vampire would rather stake himself then let it happen once more. He finally had a life that he had been waiting years for, a home, people he knew, and even a girl he found himself feeling for. For once he wasn’t “Experiment 12144” when he introduced himself, but instead Enzo.

He took another step towards the woman, careful not to touch her, deciding not to tempt fate too much. It was obvious the pain and suffering she was in, even if she hadn’t voiced it. He could even understand her statement that dying would be a small mercy. How many times had he laid on the operating table starring into space watching them pulling him apart, just to wish to be dead. To not have to suffer anymore and just end the torture.

At least he had been luckier than the girl in front of him; he had no loved ones to suffer over him. No guilt to be felt for those feelings and wishes of death. No reason to continue pushing through the suffering to try and be the strong one for someone else. He would take being alone and suffering any day over that.

”It might be a mercy, but I’m not sure those people you love would think the same” Enzo studied her face carefully, something about it nagging at his brain, but he couldn’t tell why. ” I doubt they would agree that you dying in a filthy alleyway, without a word goodbye or last moment with you, by some psycho who bites people, would be much of a mercy. “

He focused hard trying to understand what about this girl seemed so familiar to him, like he had seen someone like her before, or met her. But that was impossible. Enzo had only been out of the experiments once a year ago before they dragged him back. Yet he still couldn’t shake the feeling that crept over him.

”Unfortunately, it’s not us , those who suffer or have suffered to decide what mercy we receive. We either have to have faith that someone out there wouldn’t make us live through that hell only to continue to suffer. Or stayed pissed off long enough to be able to tell that someone out there that does to go fuck themselves. “ He shrugged lightly ”Personally, I enjoy being pissed off more, then hoping.”

He looked back out to the opening of the alleyway, noticing the lack of people or movement around them. It looked like no one else was going to come and help which meant it was going to have to be him….hungry, starving him.

” Time for us to get going, no use staying here, and you’ll be missed soon by someone I’m sure .” His hand reached out to place on her shoulder gently, only to have himself jerking it away quickly. Flashes going through his mind quickly, blurs of motion and colors, faces that he didn’t recognize quickly coming to the front of his mind before fading away. He didn’t understand why it felt like someone was missing…holes in his life he couldn’t figure out, now only bothering him in front of this woman.

”Have we met before this?”
BY MITZI


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SOPHIA ULISSE
 Posted: Oct 8 2017, 09:16 PM
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There were few doubts in her mind these days; Sophia knew that she was dying - slowly, at that - and that she didn't really have all that much time left. The Division had used the serum they had injected her with as a safeguard, should it not kill her like the rest of their experiments; should she survive and attempt to use her abilities against them - or escape, as she had - it would slowly kill her until she received the next injection.

Was she willing to die free rather than live in chains? Absolutely. They would have to drag her back dead because she wasn't willing to let them take her alive, but that was something that Nick wasn't willing to let himself accept.

It was hard for her to see him and his brothers so adamant on the fact that they would find a way to spare her life. They seemed to think that every story had a happy ending, and while that blind optimism was endearing, it wasn't always going to hold up. Sophia was dying, and there wasn't a magic cure laying around for someone to accidentally and miraculously stumble upon.

"Death is death; they'll grieve me if I die today just as badly as they'd grieve if I died a month from now. The only difference is I'd be weaker; I'd be depending on them more. Barely recognizing who they are, but able to tell that they're crying for me every time that I'm awake long enough to see their faces..." What kind of an end to a life was that?

As he told her that they needed to get up and get going, Sophia found herself struggling to find the will to do just that. Maybe he wouldn't be the one to end her life there that day, but that didn't mean that she had to seek medical attention, as he was hoping she would. She could politely refuse his help and stay right there, eager for the next vampire that would surely smell her as they walked by.

His hand that rested briefly on her shoulder was pulled away in a movement that was too quick for Sophia's weakened state to keep up with. All she knew was that one moment he had been touching her and the next he wasn't. He seemed confused, as if that single touch had triggered something in him that he wasn't quite able to put his finger on, though Sophia had absolutely no idea what that could possibly be.

Shaking her head gently in reply to his question, she couldn't place a single time she had ever run into him. Surely she'd remember his face; she did have quite the memory as a supernatural being, and his scent alone would surely register with her, even in her sickened state.

"I don't think so; maybe my mother... We look a lot alike and she's spent most of her life helping a lot of people out..." That was really all Sophia could offer; she wasn't sure who her mother knew and who she didn't know, but maybe that would help ease his thoughts.

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