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MISS CHRISTINE (porcelainxheart) wrote in inshadowfalls,
@ 2010-06-01 12:03:00

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christine shelton

WHO || Christine Shelton & Armelle Devereux
WHAT || chrissy confronts mel about letting her out
WHEN || late, around midnight
WHERE || the music room at Isaiah's house
RATING || pg13

If Christine had ever loved anyone, it would have been Isaiah and Armelle. They had wanted her, taken her into their world and showed her what life could be like without the restriction of mortality. To speak of love, she wasn't very good at. Ironically, she could manipulate any human into any emotion but to speak of her own emotions? Nearly impossible. She was coy and cautious about who she spoke to but with Isaiah and Armelle, she loved them enough to tell them anything and everything. Her first kill she described to them in excruciating detail, the thrill she had gotten from that first taste. They were everything to her. To have them suddenly turn and cast her off like some used toy was more than her already rattled brain could bear.

It was safe to say that even as a human, Christine wasn't all right upstairs. For the sake of appearances, she could be as sane as anyone. That was trick. When it came to Christine, appearances were deceiving.

But again, it was different with her sire and his lovely Armelle. They saw past the cracks and holes. Her mind was an open book for them to read. Why hide anything from them? They could be trusted. What was love if not completely and devotedly trusting? Perhaps it was not love then that they felt for her. How could someone lock away someone they supposedly loved?

While Christine was grateful that Armelle had come and let her out of her prison in Romania, she was still furious at the woman for not stopping Isaiah. And Isaiah? Well, Christine had plans for him. She'd popped into this place, this Shadow Falls, not to first confront her sire about his decision but to mess with his mind. It was easy to find him but much harder to stay out of sight and smell. She'd purposely planted herself just barely within his sights, just long enough for him to blink and second-guess himself. It wouldn't be long before he knew she was out but until then, she wanted to play.

Meanwhile, she was going to have a nice long chat with Armelle.

She had to wait for Isaiah to leave the house before going in and finding the woman but that also didn't take very long. "Hello, love." Christine purred as she walked into the music room, eyes focused on Armelle.

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manysapphires
2010-06-01 08:21 pm UTC (link)

Armelle had begun the night a bit early, watching the sun go down slowly. She hadn’t eaten since the night before, but her body could handle that. She wasn’t young anymore, didn’t need to feed every day, and did it mostly because she enjoyed the taste of blood. But she couldn’t stand it anymore. Nor this town. The fridge was always full, but she enjoyed the hunt. The stalking, and the relishing in anything about that human that was beautiful. The surprise in their eyes and the feeding. Strangely, she felt it was stepping into a boundary she did not want to step into, if she feed from a human here. There were so fragile and they were so sad. And they might belong to someone one she didn’t know. That could potentially get her killed.

She walked into the music room, hoping to find Sammy there. They’d gotten into it last night, about what she had done. But it didn‘t convince her to tell her sire yet. She knew (hoped) he would forgive her. Sammy wasn’t there. Armelle sighed, going around the room, running her fingertips along the surfaces of the piano, the harp. Her mother insisted that she’d learn piano. Ugh. Her mother. Armelle took a seat in front of the keys and laid her fingers on them. She froze, suddenly filled with the small of polished floors, heavy perfume. France. She violently pushed herself away from the piano, knocked th bench over.

She detested it. All of this. Armelle was angry, suddenly, and was pacing around the room. She hated it here. The only thing that she cared for was Isaiah, and there he was, consorting with humans. She’d never had to work for his attention before, even when it was the three of them. Isaiah, Christine, and herself. She wished it to be like it was before. All three of them, together. But Christine left her. Willingly left her in Romania.

And as if an apparition made life by her thoughts, the vampire was there. Christine. She felt her-smelled her before she saw her. And no. It could not be. Armelle turned around quickly, her blue eyes widening. For a moment, she was speechless. Armelle closed her eyes tightly, convinced that when she opened them again, Christine would be gone. But she wasn’t. She was here.

“Christine. What…” she exhaled shakily approached her, cautiously. “Christine?” She couldn’t help but run to embrace her, holding the small girl tightly. She held her out at arms length, looking her over with grateful eyes.

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porcelainxheart
2010-06-01 08:48 pm UTC (link)

Christine wasn't naturally affectionate. Not genuinely. It took effort to show kindness or care for someone. Being falsely sweet was easy. It was like playing a different person. She would have been a great actress if she had gone in that direction. Immortality had sounded much tastier a treat.

The reunion with Armelle would be the first stepping stone into getting back at Isaiah. Christine planned to kill her sire for what he had done. Trapping her like some animal. What was it that she had done wrong? Hadn't she done everything right, everything that a true vampire would do? So she had broken a few rules, killed some innocents. What was so wrong? It was natural for their kind. Killing was instinct. What did it matter how she did or to whom?

There was some commotion in the music room before she entered and the sound of Armelle pacing made her smirk. The stress was getting to her precious Mel. Christine sensed something was amiss with Armelle when she came to release her. At first, she had thought that Armelle had come under Isaiah's orders but when she found out that she hadn't, Christine had flown off in a huff. She left Armelle in Romania, hoping that the woman stayed there.

Now, seeing her again, Christine was filled with mixed emotions. She was pleased to see Armelle again. The woman would always hold a special place in her heart. But she was also furious at Armelle for everything. She welcomed the embrace, keeping a smile on her face as Armelle took her in. "I'm no ghost. You haven't killed me yet." With that biting remark, Christine unglued herself from Armelle and walked over to the piano. She played a few keys, still smiling. "You've come back to Isaiah." Jealous, Christine shot Armelle a dark smirk. "But you haven't told him about me, have you?"

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manysapphires
2010-06-01 09:29 pm UTC (link)

She supposed that she shouldn’t be surprised. Seeing Christine here. Where else would she had gone? No matter what, she was sure that vampires-lonely creatures they could be, were drawn to family. Drawn to their sires and their sires’ children. There were connections that, and human or vampire, there needs to be something to hold on to.

But, was Sammy right? What if Christine did try to hurt Isaiah. No. She couldn’t think that way. Christine wasn’t something that needed to be controlled. She was her love, her sister, and nothing would ever changed that. No amount of dead people would change that. Even if Christine was stark raving mad, and she was sure that the girl was, it didn’t change that fact that Armelle loved her.

That night, when she let Christine out of her prison, she wasn’t sure what to expect. What she didn’t expect was her to leave. Ideally, they would have gone to find Isaiah together, explained to him. But, no. Things rarely worked the way people wanted them. She ran her fingers over Christine’s blond locks, and while she was glad to see her, she was also afraid of what this all would mean. The tone of her next word stopped her, and she was frozen as Christine broke her grasp. “What exactly is that supposed to mean?“ Armelle asked, looking at her curiously. “Christine. I love you. I would never hurt you.”

She watched as Christine casually walked further into the room, and the atmosphere, Armelle noticed, was suddenly heavy. Everything, she had learned, was potentially dangerous with Christine. “I…I have not,“ she confessed. With a weak smile, Armelle spoke, “But, we can tell him together. Now that you’re here, everything will be alright. We can all be together again!” Armelle told her, her chest hurting suddenly. Something wasn’t right. But she didn’t know what.

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porcelainxheart
2010-06-01 10:38 pm UTC (link)

Armelle was a strong vampire. She wasn't slow or stupid. The woman was a fighter and she did things her own way. Emotions could easily cloud her judgment but that was what had first attracted Christine to her. Even now, with all the anger and hurt festering deep inside her, Christine still wanted to run to Armelle and let the woman hold her like she used to. Like when neither of them had a care in the world. Isaiah would be nearby, smiling at the both of them.

It almost felt like old times now, standing in the room with both Isaiah's and Armelle's scent everywhere. Her chest began to ache, the same ache she had carried those twenty years. Was it grief? Anger? Was there a heart worth breaking inside or was it her own mind playing tricks on her?

Armelle loved her. How could she be angry with her dear Mel? But then she remembered the time she had spent in Romania. If Mel had loved her, she wouldn't have waited twenty years. Christine tilted her head, eying Armelle sternly but then she blinked and she was smiling warmly. "Of course you would never hurt me. I know that, you silly goose! Come!" She danced around the piano, running her hands over the sleek black frame until she came back to the front. "Listen to this song I've learned! A human boy taught me. He was so sweet. Played like an angel, he did!"

Her fingers went to work, tapping on the keys as she hummed along in tune. It was not a song, per say, but a dilly dally of notes made up by a bored child. Christine refrained from mentioning that she had killed the boy after their 'lesson'. She didn't want Armelle to think she was a threat.

Not yet.

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manysapphires
2010-06-02 12:57 am UTC (link)

In a perfect world, Christine would forgive her for whatever they had done. But vampires lived forever. And things were not easily mended. Humans had it easy. They lived only so long, and had to live as if everything were going to burn and crumble around them, because, eventually they did. It all ended in tragedy, and so soon. They had to forgive, they had no choice. But Christine had no such luck. She could stay with her anger as long as she pleased.

She could keep being mad at Armelle. For what reason, she didn’t know. When Armelle left Isaiah, it took her so long to find the young vampire. It had taken her forever. Not only because Isaiah didn’t tell her when Christine was held, but because Armelle was hesitant about disobeying her sire. What would Isaiah do? How would he react when she told him?

Armelle watched her carefully, and was surprised, pleasantly, when Christine smiled at her. She let loose a breath she didn’t know she was holding, shakily, smiled back at the girl. She knew how Christine was. Really was. There was no way she could come all the way to Shadow Falls, and stay angry, stay stoic. While her sudden change in attitude was a bit worrying, Armelle didn’t want to see that. Not at all. She was just glad Christine had smiled.

She walked over to Christine, placing a hand on the girls shoulder, threading it through her blonde curls. “It’s delightful,“ she told her, her chest filling with warmth for her darling Christine. After a moment of just taking her in, she told her, “Christine, ma amour. I’m so glad you’re here. You can’t possibly imagine.”

There was so much she had to tell her. Her day already got brighter.

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porcelainxheart
2010-06-02 06:58 pm UTC (link)

She continued to play the song with a smile on her face. Why not? It was a happy reunion, after all. She was back with her precious Armelle and Armelle was eager to welcome her back. More than eager. The woman was so happy to have her 'home' that her smile had enough sweet to it to kill a diabetic. Sweet enough to kill. Wasn't that poetic? Would she still be as sweet when Isaiah's head rolled on the floor? Perhaps not.

The hand in her hair was familiar, a long ago feeling that she had nearly forgotten. Wasn't it nice to have such love thread through her curls? The action, though simple, could still speak volumes to the young vampire. Even through the rage, Christine still felt ... appeased by Armelle's touch. "I'm glad you like the song, love. I thought of you when I was learning it. You would have liked the human. He had such bright blue eyes."

They were still bright even long after the life had been drained out of them. Such a brilliant color, she wished to pluck his eyes and steal it for a painting or to stain her fingers with the color. Again, Christine did not mention that she had killed the boy. Armelle could assume it, if she pleased. "Do you think Isaiah would like the song?" She asked, head tilting back and dazzling Armelle with another smile.

Maybe she ought to play it for him once before she killed him. Would it be hard? Isaiah was a much stronger vampire. So much more than her. But she had a few tricks to play to weaken. She hadn't spent twenty years in a hole twiddling her thumbs.

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manysapphires
2010-06-03 12:49 am UTC (link)

The thought of what Christine could have done to that poor human. She was only disappointed. When Isaiah used to come to their London home with blood on him, she was only numb. She had that power, to look through it all and still see him, and she still saw Christine, she really did. “I’m quite sure I would,“ Armelle answered. “I was thinking of you for so long. What you’ve been up to. I do hope you haven’t been lonely.“ The next question was hard.

“What will you do, dear?“ Armelle asked her. “When you see Isaiah. He put you away for a long time. I understand that you’re angry, but he loves you as much be happy,“ she said, trying to smile. “He’ll be very happy that you’re home with us, I’m sure.“ What Armelle really wanted to say, what she wanted to ask. Was Christine going to hurt him? Was she still angry? How long could she hold a grudge?

Please don’t hurt him, she wanted to say. Please be alright and love each other. She was turned the girl toward her, put her hands gently on Christine’s shoulders, like Samuel had done not a day ago. The only difference was that Sammy’s hands were tight. Hers were not.

She only hoped that in her absence, Christine had become more sensible, more calm. Armelle could not be certain.

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porcelainxheart
2010-06-03 04:34 pm UTC (link)

Armelle could be such a silly sweet goose at times. Such questions to ask. What had she been up to? Oh, did she really hope that her dear Christine hadn't been lonely? The blonde vampire had to bite her tongue to keep the rage from flying out of her mouth. Wetting her lips, she turned away from Armelle again and let her eyes fixate on her fingers as they danced across the black and white keys. "I thought of you often as well, ma amour. I missed you oh so so much!"

Still, that word kept echoing in her brain. Like fat ballerinas that didn't know their step, bouncing heavily and relentless. Lonely? Of course she had been lonely! Locked away from everyone, from everything! It was enough to drive a person mad! That was right. She was already mad. Christine could admit that she wasn't as sane as the rest of the world. But sanity was in the eye of the beholder. Who had the right to claim who was sane and who wasn't? Why, if Christine had her way, she'd declare everyone else mad and state that she was the only with a sane mind.

Her fingers dropped suddenly, causing an explosion of notes to interrupt her pretty song. "Love?" Christine smirked. Of course Armelle knew of love. She had Isaiah, after all. Isaiah hadn't taken her and sent her away. What did she know of love? Christine ripped herself away from Armelle, one hand on the edge of the piano while the other clenched and unclenched at her side. "What love was shown when he caged me? What love was shown when he left me there to rot! What strange love is that, darling?"

She had every right to be angry. Armelle was foolish to believe that she would have come back and that everything would be alright. The second that Isaiah found out what Armelle had done, that she was loose, he'd send her straight back. "I won't, I won't, I WON'T be sent away like some unwanted toy!"

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manysapphires
2010-06-03 08:43 pm UTC (link)

At her response, Armelle sighed, somewhat appeased by the answer. “I’m glad,“ she said simply. Christine couldn’t be lying, or perhaps Armelle just did not want to believe it. “I’ve missed you as well.” She hoped everything would be alright. But when Christine had left she had been angrier that she’d ever seen anyone. Perhaps in her time away, Christine had mellowed, like Isaiah. Armelle had not mellowed at all.

She was stunned as Christine ripped away from her touch. With a frown, she watched her, her eyes stinging. Christine was angry. Of course she had been. Armelle didn’t know what she would have done if she had to spend twenty years in a jail cell. She’d probably kill herself a month in. If she had ever gotten out-who knows what she would have done to Isaiah. After twenty years? Either kissed him or killed him.

“He…“ she shook her head, exhaling. “He does love you, I’m sure of it. Remember 1988? Remember then? When we were all together? I hated the thought of you, and when I met you, I laid eyes upon you and loved you instantly. Remember? Do you remember by what love you were Changed? How you became what you are? You are here, eternally beautiful, and strong because Isaiah loves you. Because we both do, and we couldn’t bear to be without you.“ Armelle reached for her hand.

At her second outburst, Armelle started. She was the same. Still her Christine, but still wild, and angry. Still half-mad. “You won’t. Not again. I promise to you, Christine, everything will be alright. You won’t be sent away. You just have to trust me.“ Armelle’s mind began reeling. She could convince Isaiah that Christine was alright. That everything would be alright, she was sure. “But you have to trust me, and do as I say.”

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porcelainxheart
2010-06-07 05:57 pm UTC (link)

Twenty years was a very long time. Double that if you were locked away. It didn't matter if she deserved it or not. Well, actually it did because Christine was sure that she did not deserve it. The punishment did not fit the crime. What had Isaiah been thinking? That he would just leave her there for all eternity? Or was there a time limit? Did he plan on coming back at all?

Had she been human, it was likely that Christine would have killed herself long before Isaiah would have ever decided to let her out. If that was even a choice for him. How could love be so cruel?

Christine become more enraged with every word that Armelle said, with every attempt to console her and to remind her of the good times. The bad times far outweighed the good. One good year compared to twenty horrifying ones? "I remember very well, lovely duck," she cooed as her head rolled from left to right. "Such a pretty memory for you, isn't it? Is that where you've been all this time? Hiding out in that perfect little memory?" Her voice was falsely sweet, as if mocking Armelle. Did she really think that everything would just work out alright? And no, she didn't trust her. At all. The only person Christine could trust was herself.

"Of course I won't be going back," Christine sighed and did a little skip towards the door. If she stayed any longer, she'd run the risk of Isaiah popping in and she didn't want that. She wanted Armelle to tell him and then she wanted Isaiah to panic. Just a little. "If Isaiah wants to send me back, he's going to have to kill me first. Him or me, anyway."

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manysapphires
2010-06-07 07:53 pm UTC (link)

Armelle held back her tears, running her pale hands through her dark hair. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Christine was supposed to be alright. Everything was supposed to be perfect. The girl was all but breaking her heart. She shut her eyes as Christine mockingly spoke, speaking of happy memories. All that was so long ago. So eerie, and as Christine continued to speak, it was as if it didn’t exist. Memories were fragile, floating things that Armelle wanted to keep as close as possible. In eternity, life changed as often as it stayed the same.

This was one of many things that did not stay the same.

“It was perfect,” Armelle muttered. “When it was just the three of us. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to hold on to it.“ She looked at her, really looked at her. Christine and her child-like appearance. A woman, and angry, vengeful woman trapped in the body of the little girl she had loved. In some way, she was still that little girl. Christine was Christine. The girl who had seen Isaiah and his viciousness and loved him dearly. “Have you forgotten it, mon amour? All of it?“

When she skipped toward the exit, she knew Christine would leave, again. Leave her alone again. She crossed her arms defensively. “He won’t,“ she stressed. “Christine, don’t hurt him.“ She wasn’t speaking of physical pain. She knew all to well that there were many ways a person could hurt. And wasn’t she herself hurting Isaiah? By letting Christine go? She had betrayed him, whether she liked to admit it or not. And she had to confess it. She couldn’t stand it anymore. Isaiah would know exactly what to do with all of this. She didn’t particularly like running to him like a fledgling, but she didn’t know what else to do.

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porcelainxheart
2010-06-07 08:37 pm UTC (link)

It felt good to see the distress on Armelle's face. So good that it was making Christine's mouth water. Ever since being broken out of Romania, she had been hell bent on creating as much pain and violence as she possibly could. Of course, that had to take a back seat once she got to Shadow Falls. This place was strict and she hadn't wanted to cause a ruckus coming in. Silent as the grave that Isaiah should have sent her to.

Oh, she was so close to seeing Isaiah again. What would her sire say to her when they met again? She just could barely stand to wait.

"Nothing is perfect, pet. It only seems that way," Christine shook her head head of curls, twirling in the doorway with her new blue dress swishing around her. It had seemed such a perfect time for her. The best of all her life. If only Isaiah hadn't sent her away ... but then she wouldn't have known the truth.

When Armelle asked that she wouldn't hurt Isaiah, Christine threw her head back and laughed. Laughed until her sides nearly hurt. "Sweet Mel, you are such a silly goose." Hurt him? Ha, she was going to go beyond that. She wanted to break him. Christine winked and blew a kiss to her. "Au revoir, ma amour." Then, she was gone, leaving Armelle there with her own disturbing thoughts to keep her company.

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