((Jackson Rathbone was the yummiest of all. HANDS DOWN. I wish they would've put more footage of his backstory though; everyone loves a Southern gentleman.))
((Pffft, I know I do. So much.))
((Movie was friggin fantastic))
Monica felt a hard woosh by her ear, tossing her hair, as she watched Lidia hurdle herself out of the descecrated window to defend the soft, fleshy human from the hard, glittering, savage vampire. Beside Monica, Eva slipped swiftly out into the fray to sweep Dexter over her shoulder, stealing him away from the danger. Monica's nails dug deep into the soft wood of the window ledge as she watched the ordeal between the sparkling immortals.
By the look of Feline bewildered face, Monica could tell that Lidia had wrapped a band of conciousness around her sister's mind. Her luminous, fiery eyes flickered around, trying to find Dexter once more to satiate her burning desire. Her body was taut as a piano wire, ready to spring. At that moment, Monica never felt so torn between two loves; her love for Dexter, and the need to defend his fragile being, and the intense platonic love she felt for Feline, and the fear of hurting her sibling, who viewed Monica as a mother figure.
But she could make no descision, for the glaring setting sun confined her to her shadows. But the dark blue sky was nearly swallowing up the gold. Monica heard a deafening snarl rip from Feline's chest, a sound no sister would ever want to hear from their baby sibling; the one of an animal. At that moment, the sun glaringly shined its last dying rays of dreaded sunlight before it could succumb to the night. Monica threw up a hand to shield her stinging eyes from the horrible light.
But the moon would have its spotlight. Monica thrust her torso out of the ledge, twisting upward to see Eva studiously checking Dexter for injuries, high upon the rooftop. He look dazed and confused, but otherwise unharmed. Monica looked back down to Lidia and Feline. They were no longer sparkling dazzlingly, but still glowing subtly in the moonlight. Monica could see in little Feline's catlike crouch, her hands clenching like claws, that she was going to lunge.
Monica didn't care that Lidia could defend herself from twenty-five vampires, let alone one untrained one. She hopped onto the ledge like a cat, the picture of her ten year old vampiric sister was the only thought.
The scent. The scent. Burning her throat, her heart, her stomach; it reminded Feline of the fiery pyre she had been strapped to, introducing her to this bright, vivid, burning world. The scent. It was getting away. Why.
Feline hissed through her razor teeth. One female was blocking her prey. Another female was stealing it away. Why.
They want to steal our blood. It must be a coven. Snarled a deathly soft voice. Feline bared her teeth. So many different vampire scents assualted her nose, making her so edgy. . .so uneasy. There was more than two in the coven. But her thirst overruled that one coherent thought. Feline couldn't see them so it didn't matter: what mattered is that her food was getting away.
But the self-defense instinct was so painfully intact, she could sense at least twenty vampires, hear their presence press into her ears. So dangerous. So hungry. Why.
She made the descision that she would deal with this female, the one blocking her, then take care of the other holding her prey captive; the others, she could deal with later. . . .when she had that boy's blood in her veins. For all she knew, the other female could be feeding on him as she debated like a sitting duck.
They're stealing our blood! Kill them! Feed! Hissed the voice. Feline snarled, the sound echoing off the massive building. Feline started to run toward the female; she didn't seem all that threatening at all. She sprung off the ground, her pale arms outstretched to wrap themselves around her body to crush her-
A boulder barreled into her, knocking Feline off her original course. The rest of the coven. Shrieked the voice. Feline screamed and skidded into a crouch, her nails digging into the soft soil. Why.
The voice crying her name was familar. It was the same one that explained her the new, advanced world she had been thrust in. It was the same one that brought up memories of neverending pain and burning.
Feline bared her razor teeth and snarled. Her muddy, godforsaken human memories gave her no name, no rembrance of this other female. She was smaller than her other comrades, and her hair was streaked with a bright shade of violet. Something in the shape of her lips and cheekbones was faintly familiar, because they found a place in Feline's own face, but it was no longer important, forgotten the moment it came. Kill her. The voice whispered in her ear. Kill her.
Why had this immortal burned her into this new life? Where everything burned and the colors were too bright? Where she heard every breath, every whisper? Where she felt she had no control of her own body anymore?
"Why?" Feline screeched.
(( The cheesiness! The unoriginality!))
(( I really need to write my own story. Guh. *headdesk* So. Much. Spam.))
Monica Romela, the Spaz
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