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 Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:18 pm
Tristain grinned. Something about that whole movement just seemed so... hot to Tristain. "Yeah... got a light?" He asked as he slipped the cigarette between his lips. He paused for a second and focused on his fingertip. Suddenly it caught on fire. Tristain yelped, but it didn't burn. He calmed down and held it up to this cigarette. It light and he put the fire out on his finger. He took a long drag from the cigarette, feeling the smoke filling his lungs. He moaned softly. "That is good..." He said softly. He grinned up at Guillame. "Thanks." He said softly. He held the cigarette and leaned forward and kissed him lightly before moving back to his cigarette.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:27 pm
Guillame flicked open his lighter and held the flame up, he stared at it for a moment, loving the way the flame flickered when he held it up. In his peripheral vision, Guillame noticed another flame come from nowhere. With a sharp flick of his wrist, Guillame closed his lighter and stared at the other flame. It was coming from Tristan and Guillame half thought that it was just a lighter that he had....then he looked closer. The flame was coming from his finger. Wide-eyed, Guillame stared.
"That is....new." Was all the usually articulate Guillame could manage. The flickering light hypnotised him for a moment before he snapped out of it.
Guillame could smell the smoke and smiled, when Tristan leaned forward to kiss him, he grinned even further.
"You've got to stop doing that, the kissing thing." Guillame teased. "You'll make me turn red."
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:32 pm
(( Fatty post coming through! )) Alex watched as the little one, Samantha, got up and left, then turned away and went his own way, twirling the paper she had given him on a finger. He was rather disappointed he hadn't gotten to fight, but that would be alright. After all, he had plans tonight.
~*~
Alex prowled around a group of men and women, all were shirtless, rugged, and covered in blood and sweat. They all formed a circle around two fighters, each trying their best to immobilize the other. They were all inside a barn, far on the outskirts of town, and the farmer who owned said barn was actually in the ring. The farmer was maybe an inch shorter than Alex, but was built much heavier. Age didn't grace his looks, and he had scars from various farming accidents. The farmer was losing to a twenty-something fighter, his beautiful face now flawed by a jab the farmer had given him at the start of the round. Alex watched the fight from the outskirts, and savoring the sound of the roars and jeers of the spectators, similar to that of a pentecostal church. Finally, in the end. the farmer found an opening and whooped the young one into submission, and then joined the ranks of the crowd. Alex easily cut through the crowd, prepared for his next fight. As he entered the ring, he found his opponent: a rather attractive thirty-something woman. Alex stretched, and got into a boxers fighting stance.
"Come on."
The next few minutes were a flurry of fists, roars, grips, throws, and various other things. After a few minutes, Alex and the woman were circling, predator on predator, intent on surpassing the other. Alex was having fun. Then, he felt it. It felt like someone was driving a dagger into his head. Alex fell to his knees, roaring in pain. At first the woman had come in for the victory blow, but instead came to his aid. Alex writhed in pain, feeling his own DNA tear itself apart. Something was severely wrong. Although the crowd had grown silent, he felt a roar in his ears that could not be rivaled by anything earthly. He felt himself elongate, and suddenly his pain grew slower, more agonizing. Alex writhed and clutched himself on the ground, experiencing pain unlike all others. After what seemed an eternity, Alex felt the pain end, and slowly rose to a sitting position. What the hell just happened? Alex looked up and around, seeing everyone staring at him in horror. Where that might have irked him earlier, he was... nonchalant. He didn't mind. More importantly, however, he started noticing the women in the group. There were some lookers. Alex looked to who was once his foe, and found a beautiful woman, staring in awe and horror.
"Now, lass, we're going to have to change that look on your face. Perhaps I could help you with that?"
Alex stopped and blinked. His accent was supposed to be Boston, not Irish. Alex looked around and suddenly felt like he was a piece of meat surrounded by a bunch of hungry dogs. Especially with the women. Alex hopped up and quickly made his way to the door, which was apparently faster than he thought, because everyone stared in awe at his speed. Alex looked to the woman he spoke to earlier with a cocked eyebrow.
"Well, then, are you coming are not? No pun intended, of course."
The woman, eyes glazed and obviously following her libido rather than her head.
~*~
Alex prowled the streets, unsatisfied. Yes, Sasha (as the woman's name turned out to be) was quite delicious, but... it wasn't enough. Alex was thinking on what to do when he came across his reflection. He leaned in, eyes wide. He was taller now, and much leaner. His scars were all but gone, and his hair had gone curly. His eyes changed to a much deeper color, and he was now nicely tanned. Quite nicely. How bizarre...
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:38 pm
Tristain laughed. "I would like to see that." He stood and kissed him again. "I think we should do more of this." He said with a grin. "Well, you know, if you think this is fun, wait until you see this." He walked over to the big tall curly slide and climbed to the top of it. He looked down on Guillame. "Don't blink!" He said with a maniacal laugh. He climbed over the railing of the slide and leaped into the air. He felt a terrible moment of weightlessness, then he felt himself float gently to the ground. He landed on his feet and bounced over to Guillame. "Well? What do you think of that?" He asked with a cocky smirk.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:43 pm
Andi had to think about this for a moment. Was she better? The stabbing feeling was gone, but now she felt sleepy, really sleepy. "Indeed," she replied, with a mighty yawn. Her eyes became heavier and she started to drift asleep till she felt like her skin was going to burn off. "Is it hot in here? Or is it just me?" Andi questioned, as she automatically got up to go to the fridge and dump some ice down her shirt and pants. "Wooo I think I'm hitting metaposis early..." Andi cried, trying to fan herself. Soon after she couldn't stand it anymore as she started stripping from her now damped clothes from sweat and water. She then remembered Korie was here. "I'll be back," she said, robotically as she ran to the bathroom to start up a nice cold shower.
Once in there she caught a glimpse of her reflection. Clad in just her underwear a girl Andi didn't reconize stood in the mirror before her. This girl was just an inch shorter then Andi with golden blond hair that stretched all the way down to her butt with full blown bangs. Her eyes were big and a deep blue almost giving her an innocent, fragile look. The heat was now gone as she got lost in the girl in the mirror. Am I just imagining things? she questioned. Her mirrored image gave off a michievious smirk. She wasn't dreaming.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:44 pm
Guillame felt heat creep up his face, since he'd changed his skin had gotten paler and color showed up like white against black for him. He grimaced at this new change and cracked his knuckles, the feeling of tension gone out of his hands. Tristan had gotten up and climbed to the top of a slide. Guillame smiled and propped his body up with his arms, leaning backwards.
"Alright, I'm watching." Guillame didn't know what to expect but he wasn't expecting much. Tristan had leapt off and for a moment, Guillame's heart sank, why would he do that!? But then Tristan floated safely to the ground and Guillame's heart returned to a normal beat.
"Arrete le delire.... you should not do that....I could have had a heart attack." Guillame's eyes were covered by his newly grown hair. He looked at Tristan beneath his lashes and shook his head.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:51 pm
Tristain grinned. "Sorry love. I Just wanted to show what has happened with me... I won't do it again." He said softly. He kissed him lightly and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. He deepened the kiss more. He loved the feeling of falling through the air. He loved the feeling of the smoke filling his lungs. Most importantly though, he love feeling Guillame right here, pressed against him, their bodies flush and their lips locked together tightly. He felt a rush of emotion running through him and suppressed a moan.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 6:04 pm
Guillame nodded and would have said something but Tristan's kiss interrupted him, not that he would have complained anyway. He at first hadn't a clue what to do, Tristan had caught him by surprise with the initial kiss and when he'd deepened it, that threw him over the edge. Guillame hadn't kissed anyone before, besides Tristan he had never touched lips to anyone ever. Now he seemed to be doing it more and more often. Guillame could feel Tristan's body heat through his clothes and the brush of Tristan's lips against his was all he needed to realize that he was in reality and that it wasn't a dream. Tristan's arms were around Guillame, Guillame moved his to the back of Tristan's head, his fingers messing around with the hair at the base of Tristan's neck, his other hand resting gently on Tristan's waist. Guillame pressed his lips against Tristan's and his lips seemed to be in sync with Tristan's. It was a new feeling that took him by surprise, he liked it. Guillame was the first to pull away, his hands still held in place.
"That was new...."
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 6:15 pm
Tristain blushed lightly. "That was amazing..." He said softly. He nuzzled against Guillame gently and smiled. "We definitely need to do that more often." He took another drag from the cigarette. "I am really glad we aren't letting our changes aren't affecting our relationship..." He said softly. He knew their relationship was changed, the thing was though, it changed, but it stayed on the same level. It was like the relationship was the same, but the people were different.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 6:44 pm
Adair took the time to calm down slightly after Guillame neglected to pick up. Her breathing slowly slowed, and her thought process returned to normal. At least, it returned to whatever new thought process she had. "Oh, well. I might as well take a walk now that I'm up." As she returned to her room, she went through the list of different outfits that she had in her head. If she was going out, she might as well look nice.
Eventually, she decided on a simple purple dress with long sleeves that shimmered. It was the nicest thing that she had, a fact that Adair simply couldn't understand at a moment. Satisfied for the time being, she headed down the stairs only to meet two pairs of incredulous eyes.
"Honey, are we asleep?" Her father asked.
"Seems like it. Just close your eyes, and you'll wake up." Her mother replied.
Adair allowed them to believe that they were simply dreaming, and slipped silently out the door.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 6:50 pm
Guillame liked the fact that Tristan had that endearing way of blushing at Guillame with that innocent look in his eye. Sometimes he wondered if he'd feel the same way about someone if he were straight. It didn't really matter to him though.
"Quite amazing actually...." Guillame gave Tristan a smoldering wink and held him close to his body. His warmth spread through his clothes and onto his skin then he realized something was off.
"Tristan....you're hot. Temperature wise I mean..." Guillame then added, "Physically as well." His grin widened.
With a sigh, Guillame fished out his phone and dialed the last number that had appeared on his phone. He waited for an answer, who called him Adair?
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 6:59 pm
Adair jumped slightly as her phone rang, and took a moment to fish it out of her purse. She nearly jumped up in happiness as she recognized the number. She flipped open the phone and spoke at a moderate volume, serious and rather demanding.
"Guillame, thank god you called back. I need to talk to someone who won't think I'm absolutely insane. This is so weird... Do you even know what I'm talking about? Where are you?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 7:07 pm
Alex, done admiring his reflection, was back on the prowl, and was very disappointed. He hadn't found a single woman. Well, since his last one. But she didn't count. Alex then perked up. They couldn't hide forever. If he remembered, there were about 3.5 billion women in the world. Billion. Not bad for about 6.7 billion in total. Alex began to think, could he screw every woman on the planet? Now that would be an adventure. But how? How would it work? How long would it take? And what about babies? Did they count? As Alex pondered these thoughts, he nearly missed a beauty. Now that wouldn't do for the man trying to screw every woman on the planet. He had to take care of the pretty ones first. Alex damn near teleported next to the woman, who seemed to be moving incredibly slow. Alex, now fully perplexed, looked behind him to see if anyone else was noticing this, then quickly realizing no one was there. Wait, no there was someone. A man, who looked eerily similar to Alex. Alex was about to talk to the guy when he vanished. Okay, that was weird. But hey, turning into what he was now was even weirder. Whatever. Alex, turning to the woman, realized that he was in reality moving really fast. So she was going normal speed, but he was going really fast. Cool. Alex spoke up, smile charming and expression nonchalant. Then again, all he was anymore was nonchalant. His voice practically sung through the air, and, without realizing, his pheromones were pumping full-force. He wanted her.
"Hey there lass, you look mighty beautiful. Might I have your name?"
Alex, the quick devil, scanned her beauty so quickly it couldn't be caught by a human eye. She was very attractive, tall, red-headed, pale, and was wearing a uniform. She looked to Alex, and her eyes glazed. Alex knew then and there, she was his. Ah, it was great to be... whatever he was. As Alex walked off, he noticed in the distance another beauty on the phone. He made a mental picture of her as he walked with his next catch. Alex intended on catching up with her.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 9:06 pm
Guillame was relieved to hear Adair's voice and his grip on his phone loosened. He thought for sure that he'd be set up or something....the number he didn't know so it seemed conspicuous that he'd call back.
"Adair....que'est qui se pase? I wasn't sure it was you so that is why I didn't pick up originally. You sound...off. Is everything fine?" His voice was gruff, to the point, no funny business sort.
"I am at the park....Tristan is here as well. We have some....THINGS we'd like to share with you." Guillame finished and hung up the phone. Their appearances had changed, he wondered if Adair would be able recognize them at all. Before Guillame had changed, he'd been blonde, now he had jet-black hair with very subtle blue highlights. He'd been wearing all black, something he didn't realize until now. His usual wardrobe consisted of tans and yellows. Now it was all black and white, sharply dressed and very fitting.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 9:38 pm
The world was spinning. It was completely out of control. Was she even in it anymore or had she already fallen off? Could you fall off the earth? She desperately wanted to touch the ground, she wasn't made to fly. Every time she closed her eyes she felt more and more lost. Korie forced her eyes to stay opened and tried to close in on herself. Wanting to protect herself from the inevitable fall. No longer was there any direction, any control, any feeling besides the spiraling out of control. Before she knew it she was crashing. Her head exploded with pain and she could feel everything. Her body was twisting. It was twisting so violently she prayed that she would just break apart to stop the pain. Korie wanted to cry out. Scream, shriek, yell, or just cry. Maybe if she could make a noise then someone could help her. But the pain was too intense. It wouldn't let her push it aside for the moment she needed. Then she felt the blood. It was coming out of her nose, her mouth, and even her eyes. The last thing she felt was the burning of it trickling down, dark red taking over everything as he vision blurred and she blacked out.
Korie's eyes snapped opened. Then instantly clamped shut again. It was so bright. "What had happened? Where was she?" These thoughts ran through her head and she began to blink slowly letting her eyes adjust. She felt stiff. Never in her life had she felt so stiff before. It was then she realized that she was on the cold wooden floor at Andi's house. Why was she on the floor? She wondered as she eased herself up. It was then she noticed the overturned chair, the blood on the floor, and her sickening off vision. Korie reached up and pulled her contacts out of her eyes. Apparently she didn't need them. Tossing them in the garbage she noticed her shirt was covered in blood. "That came from me? What the hell happened?" She questioned herself as she searched for a cloth to mop up the blood from the floor and from herself. She located one on the counter then went to grab it. But she quickly stopped. Something was....off. Was the ground farther away?
Everything in the kitchen was forgotten. Korie was practically running to the large mirror that rested in Andi's living room. She loudly gasped. The person that was staring back was not her. It couldn't be. But everything Korie did the girl in the mirror did too. She looked everywhere in the room to find the girl that belonged to the one in the mirror. But she was the only one there. Slowly she walked up to the mirror to get a better look.
The woman in it was much taller then her. She looked like she was much older then Korie. Her body was slender and had a peculiar pale glow to it. But that wasn't the oddest thing about this girl. Her eyes were a golden yellow color that to her appeared to be harsh but warm at the same time. Her hair was a slightly long silver/grey color matted with specks of blood. Korie still couldn't figure who this woman was. It couldn't be her, this woman was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. Nope. No way. This wasn't Korie....but then who was it? She opened her mouth. "ANDI?!" She shrieked in a voice she didn't feel like was her own. But she watched the mirror and the woman had done the exact same thing. Could this woman really be her?
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