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glamprincess (glamprincess) wrote in inshadowfalls,
@ 2010-08-05 17:06:00

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cynthia reed, oz liebkind

I took their smiles and I made them mind, I sold my soul just to hide the light...
WHO: Cynthia Reed, [OPEN]
WHAT: Cindy is bored and goes out exploring, deciding to see what sort of cute little locally-owned shops there are in what passes for downtown and maybe treat herself to an ice cream.
WHEN: Thursday August 5th, late evening
WHERE: Around down
RATING: TBD - hoping someone’ll nom on her

The past couple of weeks had been surprisingly hectic for Cindy, and inevitably, homesickness began to set in. She used to love traveling, seeing new places and talking to the locals and eating bizarre food, but it was entirely different when she had that freedom to go home whenever she chose. For once, an impulsive decision of hers actually had long-term consequences, and she wasn’t entirely sure how to wrap her mind around that. Not to say that she regretted it; on the contrary, she was glad she’d done something independent and met her half-sister. Kyle was an amazing woman.

It just would have been nice to have the ability to visit home once in a while. She missed her mother, she missed her friends, and she even missed her step-father once in a while. She called everyone frequently, even occasionally sent letters or cards, but she allowed herself to keep in contact less and less lately, finding it increasingly difficult to fend off the inevitable questions.

When are you coming home?

Can we visit?

How is everything there? Are you staying safe?

She couldn’t exactly come right out and tell her mother about what was going on in Shadow Falls, and she was running out of excuses for not visiting. There would be a major problem at one point or another, but Cindy was pushing that off for as long as she could, not having a clue how to deal with it. She would cross that bridge once it started burning.

Spending time with Alec had helped her mood briefly, and of course seeing Kyle lightened her spirits, but she still couldn’t shake the lingering sadness. She wasn’t the sort to mope around and feel sorry for herself, so she tried to keep busy, but on this particular day, nothing was going right. She’d tried to sketch but broke three pencils; she tried to paint and couldn’t find the colors she wanted to use; she taken a nap but woken up with a vicious headache.

So she fell back on the tried and true - shopping.

It didn’t even bother her that the sun was beginning to set. She kept herself focused on the shops in what passed for downtown in this small place, poking through clothing and accessories and occasionally even electronics, making idle purchases here and there with nary a thought to the price. Money was no issue, never had been, so why would she worry about it now?

A few bags in hand, she headed to the ice cream shop, fully intending to treat herself to some frozen custard.

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ozbites
2010-08-05 10:48 pm UTC (link)

Oz didn't generally linger downtown. Although there were many meals on legs there, there wasn't the privacy that he often liked. Sometimes the German enjoyed an audience - liked for people to gather around in horror, frozen in the notion that there was nothing at all they could do. But often he liked the quietness of the park. It was all the more beautiful - to find that one person, out later than they should, often hurrying along.

But he was unpredictable in many things. And so Thursday evening found him wandering through town. He had stopped in at the pub for a drink, and to make the customers uncomfortable just by being there, laughing at the looks people gave him. And then he had stepped out and onto the street.

He wasn't hungry - Oz never went long enough between meals to actually get hungry - but he wanted blood. The town was full of humans, ripe for the picking - and he was going to pluck. He ambled along, looking over humans. Men and women, older teens and adults, anyone without a bracelet was potential.

He spotted a young woman who was walking alone, and on a whime decided she would be his meal. Prowling up behind her with that uncanny silence, he pressed a hand down on her shoulder in an iron grip, and them tugged her into the nearby alley. "Hello, supper," he crooned.

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glamprincess
2010-08-05 11:06 pm UTC (link)

Thoughts firmly focused on frozen custard, Cindy barely paid attention to her surroundings or the passersby, which she really should have but hey, she was a girl on a mission. Expensive sunglasses perched on her nose - the case was stashed in her purse; she found people who wore sunglasses indoors and at nighttime retarded - she paused only to ogle something in a store window. A pretty dress, her favorite shade of lavender, and cut so that she just knew she would look stunning in it.

She continued on blissfully, until she felt a strong hand clamp down on her shoulder, and she was pulled into an alley, the shadows closing in. "Hey, what's the big idea?" she demanded, and only after the words left her lips did the man's words sink in.

Supper.

Supper.

Oh shit. Vampire? And considering the way he'd made his presence known, probably one of the ones Alec had warned her to stay away from. Well, what did he expect her to do, lock herself in the apartment and never leave?

No, but shopping midday would be a good idea from now on. That would, however, be admitting her fear and letting the vampires win. Besides which, it was another problem she could tackle later.

"Uh," she said, turning around and looking at him through her shades. "I think you have me confused with someone else." Then she paused, eyes narrowed. He was attractive, but definitely a bloodsucker.

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ozbites
2010-08-05 11:14 pm UTC (link)

"Oh no. That would imply that your identity was somehow important," Oz replied, the words drawled out lazily. His eyes were sleepy, almost deceptively so, but there was a dangerous look in them. Like a wild cat who had been woken from slumber by a prey animal - sleepy, but deadly.

His hand stayed clamped down on her shoulder, incase she got the idea to try and scramble away. His other hand lifted, fingers tangling into her hair, a tight, unpleasant grip. With a flick of his wrist, he wrenched her head to the side.

"You're nobody. Just supper." Had it been midday, she would have been lunch. Morning? Breakfast. Oz didn't bother knowing humans beyond that, save for one or two that he particularly liked to tormet. His eyes slid down to her throat, where the veins stood out to his vampire-sight.

He smirked. And there was nothing at all nice in the expression. His fangs extended, elegant, razor-sharp pointed pressed against his lower lip. And then he dipped his head, and bit down, hard and vicious, gouging at the flesh.

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glamprincess
2010-08-05 11:21 pm UTC (link)

Cindy bristled, her dark eyes flashing. Of course her identity was important! Her step-father was well known back in Greenwich, and she was popular and well-liked. She was very important, and this man - this vampire - had just laid eyes on her and decided right then and there that she didn't matter?

Which led her down a path she didn't want to tread. Why should she want to matter to him? He clearly wasn't an especially nice person. Emotional overreaction notwithstanding, she really should have been trying to find a way out of this situation. Any man dragging any girl into a dark alleyway was Not A Very Good Thing.

Still, she was in a temper, and couldn't help but retort with a fiery, "I am not nobody." Not that he listened, or cared, since he seemed far more interested in what lay just beneath her skin rather than any words she might fling. She flinched when he bit her, eyes growing wide. Shock lasted for a few fleeting seconds before the pain triggered alarm bells in her mind.

"Ow!" she cried, dropping her shopping bags and pounding her fists against him. "Fuck you, man!"

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ozbites
2010-08-05 11:26 pm UTC (link)

Her words fell on deaf ears. Humans words generally did, unless he wanted to take amusement out of them for some reason. Like he did with Alice sometimes, and Tabitha, whose eye he had eaten, once upon a time, and who he liked to torment on a regular basis.

Many vampires made bites neutral or pleasure. Oz made them hurt. He bit down deep and then dragged his fangs along. Tearing trenches through the skin, blood gushing up, into his mouth. Although plenty flowed, he bit down again, and then again, puncturing her skin again and again.

His tongue slid over the wound. He toyed with the edges and flaps of skin, pushing them around to bring more pain. Oz was aware that she was hitting him, but she would have had better luck punching the wall to try and get away in that direction.

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glamprincess
2010-08-05 11:31 pm UTC (link)

It was difficult to focus on anything but the pain, though even if he'd just been whispering sweet nothings into her ear, it wasn't as if she could have thrown him away and run off or something. He was strong, and probably more than a little bit unhinged. Like those crazy bums that occasionally wandered around her hometown, talking to themselves and generally being a nuisance. Except they hadn't run around biting people in the neck. If they had, they would have been arrested and tossed in jail which, come to think of it, probably would have been a better situation for them than starving and shivering through Connecticut winters huddled in doorways.

Wordlessly, she cried out, somehow unable to form any more coherent curses even though there were priceless ones she wanted to launch at him. Instead, she kept fighting, hitting and clawing and scratching, even smashing him across the ear though that blow was purely coincidental. She certainly didn't plan out any of her strikes, and was simply in a frightened frenzy.

Then she kneed him, right between the legs, a hyper-aware part of her mind not knowing if that would piss him off even further, or if it would make him stop and go away.

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ozbites
2010-08-05 11:35 pm UTC (link)

Oh she was a fool, and Oz had half a mind to kill her. To simply wrench her head from her shoulders, to snap her like the twig that she was. He felt it, although he didn't react, because he had been a warrior, a fighter for centuries, and he knew how to keep from flinchig.

He bit down again and this time tore a chunk out of her skin, a piece of flesh he felt against his tongue. He turned to the side and spat it out on the ground, although he had no problems with eating skin. But he wanted to waste, in that moment.

"You are a stupid, stupid girl," he said, blood smeared on his lips as he laughed, sharp and dangerous and then his hand pressed down harder, fingers cruching until he heard bones snap. Oh that collar bone, it broke so easily. And he laughed again. "206 bones in your body and I could break every single one."

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glamprincess
2010-08-05 11:40 pm UTC (link)

Definitely the former.

Things were throbbing that Cindy hadn't known existed in her body, and when he casually broke her collar bone as if he were just crushing an acorn, her world briefly went white. The sound of her heart thudding in her chest became overwhelming, and her breaths sounded like they belonged to a monster five times her size. The world contracted, then expanded back into normalcy again, and it was only then that she realized she'd screamed.

A clinically detached part of her whispered that she was going to have to see a doctor, that broken bones took a long time to knit back together, that she would probably be unable to sketch or paint or do much of anything worthwhile in the meantime and even the inevitability of being fed pain killers like candy wasn't enough to lighten the situation.

She hurt.

"Fuck," she hissed, absently wondering how in the world she was still standing. Maybe it was a vestige of the strength she'd always bragged was hidden in there somewhere, or maybe his hand held her up; she didn't know, and probably shouldn't care, but minute details seemed ridiculously important for some reason.

"Leave me alone."

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ozbites
2010-08-06 01:25 am UTC (link)

"You don't get to make the demands around here," Oz replied with a nast smirk. His tongue slid along his upper lip, tasting the blood that lingered there. A hand loosened from her hair and he wiped his mouth with the back of it.

"You are nothing. Not here." He licked the backs of his fingers, fingers twitching purposefully to rub the sharp, jagged ends of bones together in her shoulder.

"You're just a meal." His voice was lazy, accented with its German accent. Careless. And then he shoved her away from him. And walked by, without another look, another word, disappearing into the shadows.

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