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Post by Zachary Lennox on Aug 27, 2007 14:35:55 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x The soft black feline figure held a soft amber glow as the happily flicking tail end summed up the life of the cat. He had nothing much to do but sleep lazily in the warmth of the fire. Yet something stirred his head from the ground followed by a starp rise and a blink of his turqoise eyes. The equally shadowed figure dabbed a wet cloth on all candles in the room as he walked with such a light step he may as well have been a ghost. Perhaps he should have been; the glow of his white skin was equally as beautiful as it was frightening. Unlike most students this boy, or young man, was dressed in baggy black jeans and a black t-shirt the oversized black robes hanging off his shoulders before being draped over the back of the dark green, almost black looking in the poor light, velvet two seater chair. The swede cushions exilerated his skin and send a small shiver up his spine. Every touch, every sight, noise, everything used to be so amazing to him only months, weeks ago. The flames of the fire would have kept him captivated for hours whatching them, staring without blinking or blinking too fast for the human eye, as if it was an endless show.
That was until someone woke him. His pale dead looking hands were grasped around a gentle silver tied letter or the finest paper. The silver print of a fow tail on the back gave away who it was from imediatly yet he simply threw it aside and watched it glow from the firelight on the seat next to him. His hand stretched through his hair before he stood and walked to the glassless window and silently called for rats, fat rich rats. Three scurried up the wall as if he were the pied piper. This controlled his large secret. No one knew his secret; yes of course one person would probably know because her father was his kind but no one else knew and his life had to be as normal as possible and so he couldn't go around killing the students could he... Maybe just one drop. No he was too young of a vampire to be able to tear away from the ecstasy of drinking the humans blood. the rats were devoured easily and with inhuman strength were thrown over an incalcuble distance. Zacks skin now looked human, weaker than when he drank human blood and he turned back to his normal self, but still had a pink tinge to it. His explanation for the paleness; shock at the death of his sister who died in the mysterious 'terrorist attack' above the Albanian airport on a plane while going to visit buisness men in the Greek island Cyprus.
Perhaps he was just a compulsive lyer, maybe people thought he was a little strange because he was able to win any bet, win any race and lift weights that if mortal he wouldn't have managed. All this was because of his inability to act human. Yes he carried it off. Just. The cat jumped up onto the window sill and stared in the direction that Zack was looking, over the forrest where the thestrals were gently flying in circles their wings delicate. Yet of course the feline could see only half of what its master was seeing. He probably saw Hogsmeade, beyond. Turning sharply the teen collapsed back on the couch and found the time was 1:28am, not many people would be awake right now. No matter Zack didn't like sleeping and he didn't need to really not now that vampires of the 21st century could live by day; their skin only simply very sensitive to the sun. That called for high factor sun protection and that was basically all the precausions apart from saying that he was used to warm climates thus had to wear more clothes than nessicarry. His eyes darted to the letter again and watched it again but then fell to simply staring at the hearth where the cat had resumed it drowzing possition.
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Post by Anqelique Tremine on Aug 27, 2007 14:43:23 GMT -5
Anqelique watched from the shadows of the dormitory. She saw the inhuman looking boy sitting next to the fire. She saw, but diddn't act.
Yet.
Anq smiled. What a fasniating boy this was. His skin was pale, whay was this. Anq was small, and looked smaller in her emrald nightdress. Her eyes shone from the flicker of the fire. Black horse things Flew out the window. Only then did she say,
"What are they?"
(Short and not good. oh well)
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Aug 27, 2007 14:59:00 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x He could feel someone watching him yet found them no threat, merley only a human and the only threat they possesed was fire; something that could destroy them equally as much as vampires. His eyes were dark, perhaps a little too unnaturally dark. He blocked out all thoughts he could here, all things he could and acted like a normal being as he opened the letter after however long he had just seen it sitting beside him. He merley looked at the handwriting and the language it was in before he was convinced completley who it was from. His Mother. He expected his sister but no Akasha had been bothered to aknowledge her son after however many years. His eyes scanned unusually fast and had read it five times in the speed it would take a human to read it once but kept his eyes there before certain a human would have read it by now. His head turned as the girl piped up. He hadn't took in a word of the letter he wasn't used to dutch anymore but it would come back to him later maybe when he wasn't being watched.
"Thestrals."
His grunt was a mere whisper, perhaps too quiet for her ears although he had already known this well before he said it yet just was the fact he rarley spoke to humans in english. In 'Enkeel' loudness was politness as was quietness. Any tone, volume and everything said was heard because the humans there had impecible hearing. They were otherwordley still dressing like ancient egyptians do but with no knowledge of the outside world yet laden with technolegy yet to reach the housholds of england. Perhaps he should just let them out yet then his sister wouldn't be under safe hold. So many questions he couldn't be bothered to answer. His sisters letters always ended the same way: I'll stop writing eventually, until you answer..
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Post by Anqelique Tremine on Aug 27, 2007 15:09:15 GMT -5
He had an odd voice. There was somthing just off about him... Anq was not afarid. She felt odd... what was he?
"But what are thersals? And who are you?" She asked quietly. She took a step out of the door way.
“You are a sytheran right?”
The head boy would hate her if this boy wasn't a sytherin and she didn’t do anything, but she knew very little curses.
“What about blood? Is yours Pure?”
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Aug 29, 2007 13:10:06 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x Zack couldn't help give a small heartless chuckle before realizing he had been sitting tensed up and completley still for a little too long and so relaxed. His almost black looking eyes, from the lack of colour in the room, stared blanckly and as convincingly as he could at the small first year and with a wave of his fingers against his wide apart knees he stood and walked over a fang-conceling grin spread across his face. He ignored her question about Thestrals - never paying attention in care of magical creatures was somehting he was proud of. He identified some easier things but never explained. Never.
"I'm your worst nightmare darlin',"
Casual. That was his convosation a casual tone as perfectly human as if he was. The truth was his body was dead apart from his heart brain and lungs. Zack's stomache had never worked although alcohol seeped into his heavily blooded body quicker and made his a mellow person at those times; rare times at that.
His dark eyebrows which in the dark light, for some reason poorer than usual even with no candles, knit together in a deep frown as he turned quickly and bent down below the chair and picked up a pair of shoes before chucking them on top of the letter. He turned back and with a smug look on his perfectly mask-like face (for some reason looking unusually human with perfectly imitating human gestures and emotions) nodded sharpley.
"Apart from the fact your small and obviously young that just earned you your 1st year badge. Of course I'm in bloody Slytherin why the hell would I be here otherwise?"
He shrugged and turned again walking over to the fire where he was silhoetted against the flicker of flames.
"Again... You need not be so sharp on your tounge missy, pure blood of the Lennox Family and the Lenards who where distantly related to many others. My family isn't English so those names would mean nothing..."
He grunted sharply before spitting into the flames. For anyone with a sharp eye the spit which from normal mouths is clear-cloudy with white yet in this case was tinged with red. Blood.
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Post by Anqelique Tremine on Aug 29, 2007 13:24:13 GMT -5
She knew this must be odd, but she liked him. His personally was just like Auguste’s.
“Accully , I’m French. I wouldn’t know it anyway.” She said quietly. No one liked her because when someone said.. that potter girl, she hadn’t got a clue who that was. Or Blacks or Malfoys. She was in the dark about many engilish things.
“How come not everyone can see them? How come I can?” She pointed at the window again. He seemed quiet.
“ I am a first Year.” She said.
The fire shone against his pale face. She still wondered like it was colorless like that. Her cheeks were rosy. Her long blonde hair sung as she walked over torwad him.
“Will you tell me your name?”
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Aug 29, 2007 13:44:17 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x He turned his head so the light glow of the fire mingled with his own supernatural glow, a small thing because of his pale pale skin. He nodded slowley listening to her words but not taking them in exactly. Actually he had no intrest in words but the pure song that was caused by human mouths, the soft lullaby of tones and noises. Awoken from his 'entrancment' he shrugged once more (vowing never to shrug again tonight mentally) and then looked to the window again. The sky was glowing lightly yet it was still only just before 2am and he wasn't going anywhere in a hurry.
"You've seen death. I can't give good answers animals bore me... So do a lot of things but I put up with them."
His movements where so quick that the the girl it possibly looked like his arm was an abnormal legth as he quickly scooped the cat from the floor. He let it fall to a vertical lying on his chest and run his fingers down it's spine. The blood twitching in his fingers his mind pushing him closer to biting it yet he pulled it away and placed the cat down at human speed.
His chuckle fell with little force into his carefully proportioned mouth but his fangs where still concield. As Zack turned virtually all of his body was black, darkness and a little scarey apart from the occasional grey glow of his bare hands, feet and face. His hair melted into the darkness giving himself a slightly comical looking shaped head as his hair was just a messy-shaggy cut. Yawning out of sheer passion for the gesture he perched himself a few steps away from Anq on a glass topped table. His hands rested like his arms were limply hanging on his thighs and his face a blank stare of a white mask. Something like the comedy and tragedy face masks or a russian doll with pale lips and dark hair which made the skin look even paler. Yet even those where tanned, had colour compared to Zack. His eyes where fixed on Anq, he found her movements beautiful and elegant. Humans, especially women, had unique ways in moving which when he was one was nothing.
"Lennox, Zack Lennox."
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Post by Anqelique Tremine on Aug 29, 2007 13:54:03 GMT -5
Something was wrong now, so very wrong. Who was he?
Or more, What was he?
Was he a werewolf?
No, god, she hoped not! Was the moon full?
No, thankfully.
Anq watched him. How'd he know she seen death?
Her brother and father. The duel. The Aurors. It flashed back to her. She took a step back.
Her brain was whirlling.
"Well, Hello then Zack. " She said. Freach coming back into her voice as it always did when she was nervous. Auguste would have said.
"Come on Anq! After all that work getting rid of you accent!"
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Aug 29, 2007 14:15:33 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x His feet pusshed against the floor suddenly as the table give an unaudible crack and he sprung up from it seeing nothing even with his own vision and rolled his eyes. Under his breath swearing in dutch including his personal favourites de drol and neuk. The cat, who Zack had placed on the table had chipped a small sand sized piece of glass off the side and in realizing this Zack give it a harsh stare and a silent warning. As soon as he did it he heard Helody, not seriously just something close they had between them they knew what eachother would do in situations. He rolled his eyes lightly and looked at Anq he had no clue of her name but something about her screamed it at him. Anqelique. He merly stored that to frighten her later on. Her words washed into his brain and turning to the source of a hooting outside opened his mouth a little too widley although concelied it gently. Fangs were not huge long things which looked unnatural in fact that were just hard sharp teeth a little like a lions teeth and longer than usual but not so much. His lips had grown paler from the blood inside of him going cold.
His eyes fell back on the small girl a smirk falling across the sixth years face before he walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder as an answer to her words.
"Hello to you Anqelique Tremine..."
His touch was like ice, dry ice or colder. His hand was not burning ice on skin but cold. He even looked a little cold now rats' blood didn't last long and even if it did it never lasted forever. His black hair had beaded itself into a strange way yet natural for Zack. His hand was lifted from her shoulder now hoping he handn't done it to harshly and slowley walked to the corner in shadows. He unlatched a box and poured a goblet of wine and another empty one. He wans't offering he just liked the look of it, the smell of it and the fact that it could get him pissed over the hills in that quantity. He sighed and fell back against the wall. He seemed to forget the room as his hands closed around the goblet denting it from sheer strength he still could barely controll and dropped it to the ground he feet being drowned in the deep red wine. He hadn't a clue why he did it and wasn't giving an answer either.
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Post by Anqelique Tremine on Aug 29, 2007 17:36:27 GMT -5
The way he said her name... It just rolled off his tonge. His toch sent chills though her body. Anq liked it.
"Are you a death eater?" Point blank, she asked him.
"I want to be."
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Aug 30, 2007 12:20:39 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x For some reason he stormed past her and back to the window as if someone had just thrown one of his possessions out of it and scowled. Leaning rather elastically over the sill he laughed freequently turning his head to let his answer float back into the room.
"All my friends are so I may aswell be one. Hey if voldemort ever needs me I'll go but I'm not having a skull on my arm, totally affect the image.. gotcha ya little bugger!"
His hands glasped a small brown pixie which could have been mistaken as a twig or something along those lines and stuffed it in his pocket before swinging his body around so he was sitting on the sill.
"Hun let me tell you a secret,"
He jumped down without a sound and walked over to her shrinking himself to her high by his knees both cold hands on her shoulders.
"There is only one first year ever going to pass off as a death eater, Lestrange, you well you'll have to get to know said-evil-voldemort to even be considered. Me... I like to keep quiet, you just caught me on a good night. Always the blood nights..."
He rose with a jolt as the Bloody Barron fell through the walls, he lifted his head and nodded with a smirk on his face as the Baron muttered something about Peeves sorting it out.
"Good man Barron, Good man. Make sure you thank Peeves for me."
His hand fell into his pocket after releasing both from Anq's shoulders and sighed for a moment before collapsing on the armchair and taking out the pixie before tossing it back. It never hit the floor but was caught by the Bloody Barron who laughed and dissapeared into the seventh year girl's dormitory. Justine Shark was going to wake up a little angry tomorrow who was to say Zack did it? He hadn't even went up and now he had an eye whitness and proof because he'd already tried to get into the dorms, being a guy and all. Hogwarts was stupid for those things.
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Post by Anqelique Tremine on Aug 30, 2007 14:39:29 GMT -5
She lisened carfully. Zack's advice was true, and Anq knew it.
"Who's the new voldemort? I heard some older girl..." She said quietly. The baron slid thourgh the wall. She knew Zack said something, but wasn't reraly lisening. She ran her finger though her hair. Her blue eyes winded with fear. The memories she had tried so hard to forget were sliding in and out of her mind.
The duel... the murder...the other murder.. herm other crying begging...
Anq shock her head. "no" she whispered, and they disapered. She hoped Zack didn't notice her moment of fear.
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Aug 30, 2007 14:53:40 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x Being a vampire had a lot of negatives, a lot meant a lot such as the fact your skin was too pale to be classed as human your skin was also so sensitive to the sun protection was a daily ritual and your eyes had the unnatural colour which took on colour around it. Your hair stayed the same as when your life was taken so did everything else, you would never grow old and die of illness or natural death. Yet there were possitives such as brilliant eyesight, hearing and healing faster than anything. The only thing that could kill was to be left in the sun without protection and fire. The one other thing was it was easy to read minds, not read them per-se but when someone actually wanted you to see their past it was flow like a movie infront of your eyes and you couldn't stop it. Zack was seeing it all now what Anq had eaqually seen and hated. He smiled gently and stood up moving so fast over the floor he seemed to float and thus Anq wouldn't see him move.
"Oh I couldn't tell you who she was..."
His hands felt the usual place of her shoulders as before as he stood behind her and then left it was too unnatural phisical contact in this manner. He turned his back and sighed lightly.
"My father was murdered too, not by a person but I was only young. My brother though, you can have him I can't stand him..."
He slipped a photograph into her hand. There was five people a tall woman with beautiful blonde curls and a tall egyptian looking man with dark hair. There were three children two obviously older and then a small three year old; Zack. The parents where smiling and trying to keep their children under controll and the two oldest children where doing seperate things. The girl hand long blond curls like her mother and was dressed in a beautiful summer dress as was her mother. The two boys where dressed in robes as was the father. In this picture Helody, the little girl, was strolking something off photograph which Zack knew was her horse. Armand, the older son, was running a hand through his dark auburn hair and reading a red book which in those days where new and not scrappy like now. Then there was Zack staring aimlessly into the distance tanned and young... Alive.
"My mother Akasha, Father Enkil, Sister Helody died in the plane crash this summer and my brother Armand; totally obsessed with muggle wars he'll get himself killed one day he likes to 'investigate' the on going wars. Oh and obviously that black hair youngster is me..."
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Post by Anqelique Tremine on Aug 30, 2007 15:01:18 GMT -5
His family looked normal enogh, thouigh she hadn't a clue how he knew all about ther aurors.
"Augste was diffrent. He taught me muggles are filth, that I am a pureblood, and what to do to mudblood. My father never liked me much. Mum was always telling him that i was his daugter too, to treat us the same. Somehow i never though i was his daugter." Out came her photo of them on the beach in South France.
Her blonde haired-blue eyed ( all but her father's brown ones) Family smiled up at them. Her mother and herself in long white dresses, and her brother and father in white shirts and black pants. They smiled and waved at her. She couldn't belive this had happend in June, for the terror that happened in augst had blancked her memory.
"My father Marco, My Mother Joline, My Borther Augste and me."
Her handsome brother smiled at her photo self, they were holding hands. Her heart lept then sank to see them like that, the troble having yet to come.
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Aug 31, 2007 13:27:01 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x He turned with stuch force it was confusing how he didn't brake anything, fall over or flare up in flames from his anger. He was a furious person, always that smal fuse that burst whenever he was pleasant usually he'd stop it but right now he couldn't he felt like he was in the drivers seat but someone else was driving him past the safe place and into agressive street.
"You think that all the other pureblood families arn't like that? Yeah there are some blood traitors others that should have been killed long back but do you honestly think that for one moment I haven't heard that? That was why my mother and father married; similar views. They never loved eachother and only had children to force their lines on. They never spoke but each of them had their little way of drilling the whole 'voldemort had the ideas mudbloods should be sentenced to death' thing into our minds..."
His arms where held in strangley human gestures where he had never used them with such ease they brought him pain some days, only some, he wished he was human again. How many times had Shaz said 'a lot of us would kill just for one mortal life, thats why in the end not a lot of us live a long life' and had he listened to her? No. He was too thrilled about the fact he could read minds, go fast, live forever and all the possitives. The negatives never entered his stupid brain; you'll drive yourself mad by having to drink the blood of rats and only on holidays will you drink human blood which puts your mind at rest, you'll look inhuman and be whispered about whenever you walk by and many more.
He didn't mean it to get at her, just the fact he was sick of the same thing. Yes he thought it was true but pureblood families where going to fall someday and he knew it and he would watch it even though he was going to try and prevent it. He looked at the photo and smiled. Their family looked so happy together, they actually spent time together. No the whole of his family usually did their own thing, the only reason he took up his fathers offer of early education was to spend time with him. The only reason he endured pain of falling off horses was to spend time with his sister. The only reason he watched old war films and bored himself to death was to spend time with his brother. Yet he never spent time with his mother, they never spoke. He barley knew if she saw him anymore always taking Armand to her library. What if he had liked to read? What if he had an intrest? So Armand got an extra room to hold his war things and Helody got 70 horses, 5 arenas, the best tack money could buy and seven star stables. His father filled half the house with plants and his mother had every room decorated with shelves upon shelves of books. Zack wasn't aloud a hobby he was pushed toward different ones. Until he discovered the guitar, he was a natural at it electric, acoustic, bass you name it he could play it. Now it seemed pointless it didn't release his anger anymore or prove any real difficulty in playing it. Vampired where amazing impersinators.
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