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[Asphodel Monroe]

* ASPHODEL MONROE !
And she tried to survive Living her life on her own
But you've given me strength to find home

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Asphodel was supposed to be back at the school hours ago, right after she finished chemo in the morning. But she felt so sick she didn't even make it out of the hospital, so she curled up in a hospital bed in the oncology ward and fell asleep. When she woke up she realized that it was all ready dark, but at least she was feeling a little bit better. Not like she was going to throw up her stomach any more which was good in her opinion. She hated always feeling sick and as she realized that she was going to be really late getting back to school it made her feel even sicker. She was new there, she had only gone to one day of classes so far but she had heard all ready that they were really strict on rules. She slowed down her walk a bit as she realized that she didn't really care. If they wanted to kick her out then they could, she wouldn't object. In fact she would love it. She didn't want to be stuck in some perfect little school any ways, she much rather spend her time dieing at home by her self.

She was starting to get used to the thought of death. Even if the people at the hospital hadn't confirmed it she knew that her death would be a lot sooner then some one else her age. But she was OK with that. She was just going to try and live her life to the fullest, even if it meant she was doing it on her own. She tugged the sleeves of her black slim fit hoodie up and looked at all of the cuts and scars on her arms. It was bad, it looked bad to but she still did it, it was sort of a release for her. When ever she was upset she would pull out something sharp and watch her own blood flow. It was magnificent how something so basic, like water, could make up your entire body. And keep you alive or make you die depending on how much you lost. Since her parents died she had a few times where she had to get rushed to the hospital because she cut a little to deep or a few times to much for one day. That was one of the reasons why she went threw foster family's so much. They would realize her problems and then kick her out. She wondered why her new parents were keeping her. She figured it was only a matter of time.

She turned and decided to cut threw the forest. She slightly knew her way threw it, but that was during the day and she didn't really know where was now that she thought about it. Maybe she would find her way out, maybe she would be stuck in it forever. Either way she figured no one would care if she was gone. She wasn't important enough for any one to care. She found a small clearing and shrugged her jacket off as she found a nice large rock to sit on. She folded her jacket lightly and tugged her dark blue skinny jeans up a little bit. A black slim fit thin strap tang top hugged her extra thin stomach tightly and she ran a hand threw her long straight dark brown hair. Caramel brown eyes glanced up at the moon and she let out a small sigh as tears fell down her delicate pale cheeks. She hated crying, it showed weakness.

She saw something glisten in the dirt and she bent down and noticed a glass bottle sitting there. Picking it up she used most of her built up anger and chucked it really hard at a tree. Bending down she found a nice sharp peace and took it and sat back down on the rock. She turned it around in her hands and used a finger to test a side. She was satisfied when a tiny drop of blood fell from her finger and she found a spot on her arm near her elbow and pressed the glass to it. She took a deep breath and pressed down on the glass and drug it across her skin. She dropped it the moment blood started flowing from the cut and she felt oddly satisfied. Sure it made her cry a little bit harder but it made her anger go away, which she was slightly happy about. She allowed the blood to trickle down her arm and she closed her eyes and laid back shivering a bit. Maybe she would just stay here for the night, it wasn't like any one would notice.

TAGGED` Caith White
STATUS`COMPLETE!
NOTES `Kinda crappy
MUSE `Ick
CREDITS `lyrics to Demi Lovato

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[Caith White]

Caith stood staring at the female vampire infront of him pacing up and down in her fear and annoyance. His face was emotionless where Sin's nymp-like face was wrought with fear and stress. Caith waited for her to turn and scream at him again. Scream at him to take her seriously. Get angry and annoyed with him for treating her like she was a child again. She stopped and twisted to face him.

"Why won't you believe me? What wrong with you! I thought you loved your stupid human cattle you keep in that school o-"
Caith's teeth snapped together and Sin dropped her head at the warning.
"Let him come. Infact I am waiting. I'm bored. I don't care. Let him com-"
He sniffed at the air as did Sinead. Blood. It was tainted though. Sick. Some one was close. Its smelled so good. His eyes closed as he toke a deep breath.

When he opened them they were shining a deep crimson in the moonlight. Sinead's emerald eyes had changed again. She flung herself forward but Caith was faster. His hand colided with her face and she hit the ground hard.
"Fledgeling. Get back to where you belong."
He whispered dangerously before he turned his back on her. He started slowly towards the smell of the blood. Oh God.

He tried hard to get a hang on himself as he heard the beating heart of the bleeder. He could smell the sweet mix of the perfume now. He closed his eyes and started to run now. Caith froze when he saw the beautiful young brunette lain across the floor. His red eyes focussed on the blood trickling from her arm. He gritted his teeth. He could not resist. He could not resist! He was crouched beside the girl in a second. If he drank from her for a while the bleeding would stop. His saliva would close the wound. Her heart was still beating.

If he left her she would die and what a waist of blood that would be. He toke her arm and started suckling hungrily at the blood rolling his eyes with pleasure at the taste. He let out a soft moan then his eyes flicked to the girls face. She was pretty in the moonlight. As he drank he reached out a hand to stroke at her cheek.

[Asphodel Monroe]

* ASPHODEL MONROE !
And she tried to survive Living her life on her own
But you've given me strength to find home

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Asphodel could feel her self start to drift off again and wished that she wouldn't be so tired, she wasn't really looking forward to falling asleep in the forest. Shed probably wake up in some creepy 40 year old child molesters house or something and that wouldn't really be fun for any one. She stretched a little bit. Her hands reaching for the sky and her back arching against the hard rock. She didn't know why she found it oddly comfortable but she was more then willing to stay sitting where she was for quite some time if she had to. She didn't really want to get up and walk all the way back to the school, it was a long walk and she was way tired from her chemo so she didn't want to do much but lay on a rock in the cool forest. The cool air flicked at her pale warm skin that shone in the moon light like a rare diamond.

She moved a little bit then gasped as she felt something cold touch her arm. Instinctively she went to pull her arm away but after a few seconds she could feel the pain but for some reason it oddly felt good. She wanted to pull her arm away and run, she tugged it gently and then sort of gave up and didn't really care. She bit her lip and whimpered a little bit but when she felt his hand on her cheek she didn't really mind that much. She closed her eyes, enjoying his cold touch on her hot cheek. She hadn't realized she was running a fever till his touch got to her cheek. She really hoped that she wasn't going to get sick right in front of this really cute guy that was oddly sucking on her arm.

Now she was realizing how odd this was. This guy she didn't know, came out of the forest and started sucking the blood out of her arm. "What are you doing?" She questioned in her soft sweet voice as her other hand found the piece of broken glass on the rock that she was sitting on. Self defense started to kick in a little bit but for some reason she couldn't fight back. He was so gentle, his touch, the feel of his lips on her arm. it all felt so new and she didn't want to stop but she was getting a little light headed and cold so she knew she had to stop it some how. She twisted her arm in a way that it was painful for her but it got out of his grip. She hugged her arm close to her and used her black shirt to wipe the blood off of it. Now she really felt like she was going to be sick. "who are you?" the words came out in almost a whisper, she didn't know what to think at this point. She was scared, and interested all at the same time. She had so many questions but she couldn't get her voice to work. Her caramel brown eyes landed on his crimson ones and she bit her lip. He really was gorgeous.


TAGGED` Caith White
STATUS`COMPLETE!
NOTES `Kinda crappy
MUSE `Ick
CREDITS `lyrics to Demi Lovato

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[Caith White]

Caith felt the girl move. She was alive. He tightened his grip on her arm and continued to suckle softly at the cuts she had made. She? His eyes flicked around at the glass pieces from the broken bottle. She had made the cuts. God the girl seemed to really want to bleed. It was either a suicide mission. Maybe she hoped to call at the Vampires in the area to come and suck her dry because of some boy braking her heart of it could have just been that she liked the pain. She was hot too. He was tempted to bite.

He was tempted till he felt her temprature. She was feverish. He was worried already. She had to be one of the students. If she was a student it was his job to protect her and look out for her well being. He ignored her question moaning softly. He could feel her heart weaken. He had to stop. His body was screaming in protest for him to continue. He wanted to continue. He wanted to finish her. He let go when she twisted her hand and his own hands covered his face after he let himself look into her eyes.

He sat still for a long movent his face covered. He had to get his bearings. Caith couldn't turn her till she was ready and she so was not ready yet. Was she? Finally he fell to his knees beside her instead of his crouch then he reached over and brushed her hair from her forehead before pressing his cold hand against her forehead to check her temprature.
"God you taste good..."
He whispered to her.

For some reason the fact that her blood was tainted with illness and poisons didn't matter but it made him frown deeply. She was very very ill. He moved to scoop her into his arms craddling her against his chest like a child as he got to his feet.
"Caith White. Head Vampire of Halbrook high. "
He whispered against her forehead before laying a kiss against it.

"Now what were you thinking cutting yourself open like that? Or was that just to lure me in little one?"
His voice was a soft whisper as he started slowly trough the forrest. He felt an instant attachment towards the girl. It was... strange. He didn't wanna yell at her or scream at her for doing what she did. He wanted to hold her in his arms. Hold her close and protect her... just like this.

[Asphodel Monroe]

Asphodel bit her lip and cradled her sore arm against her chest and panted a little. She was totally freaking out yet totally loving it at the same time. She had no clue who he was. When he said she tasted good she smiled a little and shrugged. "Thanks I think...Ive never really tasted my...self..." She realized how odd that sounded and she turned her tearful gaze back to the ground. She tilted her head back up to the side and pouted a little, she sort of just wanted to go home and didnt know that she was pouting. She was just always sad. "Your hands feel good." Her entire face was burning hot and she wanted his cold touch all over her hot flushed skin. Anything to bring her fever down. Anything to keep her from wanting to throw up.

A small squeak came out of her soft lips when he scooped her up and she cuddled nicely against his chest feeling very content at the moment. She didnt know why but she felt very comfortable with this guy. Like she never wanted to leave his strong embrace. He made her feel safe. "Vampire?" Was that possible? She didnt believe that kind of stuff. Then again he did just drink her blood. "Asphodel Monroe...I just transfered." Her voice was kind of muffled against his chest but she didnt want to move. Plus she was sort of scared to let go. When he asked why she had cutt her self her soft caramel brown eyes looked up at him and a few tears spilled down her hot pale cheeks. "Addiction? I guess I sort of do it a lot. Its like an impulse...I guess. But if I knew it would bring some one like you i would have done it sooner." She blushed a little and continued to snuggle against his chest.

[Caith White]

Caith could sense the contentment in her body. He gave a soft laughter when she said she had never really tasted herself.
"I should hope not. Thats not... a very normal thing for a human to do."
He smirked then started to pick up speed the minute he heard her say that she that his hand felt good against her heated skin. She had a fever. He didn't know alot about humans except how to seduce them and how fragile they was but he was sure she wasn't supposed to be this warm to the touch.

"I'll get you home and get you something to make you feel better okay?"
He whispered worriedly keeping his eyes locked on her. Caith was afraid her heart might stop at any minute. Or that she would just fade from his arms into nothing. He'd be helpless to stop any of it. 'Keep her' talking was all his mind screamed at him. Unconciousness would make him go crazy. If she closed those beautiful eyes something would die inside Caith. He just knew it.

Just transferred? She would get the reality check of her life then. A school ruled by Vampires where everyone who attended was either a food source or a candidate to join the Coven. Poor young Ash. Poor beautiful dying young Ash. Caith winced down at the girl. It was the scent of death lurking around her body. He didn't want to have the reality check hit him this hard but it did and he knew it was true. The girl in his arms was dying. He didn't wanna change her but if she was about to die he would!

"Okay addiction works as an excuse but can we keep the cutting to just you and me? Please? "
He spoke softly as if she were threatening to commit suicide and he was trying to talk her out of it. There was a desprateness to his tone. It was a desperation to keep her awake. In no time at all he could see the school. He already knew where he was taking her. The school's nurse office. They'd have supplies to help her.

Suddenly nothing else in the world seemed to matter except her.
"Ashpodel? Whats wrong with you? You smell ill?"
He had meant for the words to be gentle. To be filled with concern but again fear and desperation filled his voice.

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Song: Broken Vow - Josh Groban
Comments: Your post was fine.
Mood: Concerned and worried
Status: Done

[Asphodel Monroe]

She laughed a little bit at what he said and closed her eyes resting her forhead aganist his stone hard chest. For some one that was so strong and stone hard he was so gentle with his movements, so soft and careful with her, almost like he was going to break her. Which was good that he was being careful because she was very breakable. She was fragile and sick. Weak and helpless compared to Caith, she needed him...she craved for him. She wanted his lips on her warm flesh again, it was almost addicting for her when he was sucking the blood from her arm, she thought that it was an insane amount of pain and pleasure. She took a deep shaky breath and could feel her self shiver so she held her self against him tighter. She never wanted to let go, she felt so safe and so wanted. It was different then the feeligns she got being thrown from foster home to foster home. She just wanted some where permanint.

"Its ok...Im used to having fevers and being sick." She whispered keeping her eyes closed. She was used to be sick after chemo and just sick from her cancer in general. Right now it was a mix of both, plus the blood loss, plus the fact she was out side in the cold for longer then she should have been so she was freezing and shaking from head to toe by the time they even got to the school grounds. She giggled a little and nodded never opening her eyes. "ok." She could keep the self infliction and suicide attempts to the two of them. That would be simple enough, she could slit her wrists and then he could drink her blood, it worked right? That would sound odd to the normal person but she wasnt normal, and he wasnt normal so it sort of worked out in a weird twisted sort of way. She wanted to do anything to make Caith happy.

When he said she smelt ill she finally opened her tear filled bright caramel brown eyes and looked into his before closing them again and resting her head back against his chest allowing the tears to fall onto his skin. "Im always sick, I have cancer." She spoke it so casualy, almost like it didnt bother her. But if you could read her thoughts or her emotions or just look into her eyes you would be able to tell that it scared her and that she wasent beating it, she was sure he could tell she was dieing. She just didnt know when, it was horrid to have to sit around and wait for your death to hit you at the age of 16. She was never going to get to experience prom, get married, have kids. She was even going to die a virgin, now if there was something more depressing then that, shed like to know. "Are we there yet?" She whined a little, she wanted a cold towel for her head and she really wanted to lay down on a comfy warm bed.

[Caith White]

Caith closed his eyes they finally arrived in the school ground. He felt her push deeper into him and the desire for her blood burned in the back of his throat. He had never felt anything like it. This feeling of absolute longing and bloodlust but knowing you could not have what you thought you craved for dear life. He was having trouble even keeping his thoughts straight at the moment. Every time he tried to organise them his mind kept drifting to her dead lifeless body in his arms and panic seemed to grip him like a icy hand making him want to choke. He couldn't let it happen. He didn't want her to die. He wouldn't let her die. Not because she was one of his students. No this was something more. Something he had to deal with. Something he had been waiting for.Could she be his singer? Was that even possible?

He'd thought that his singer would just walk into the school and he'd somehow just be drawn to him or her and that would be fatal and Faith. He'd be hooked on them for the rest of eternity but he had never suspected his singer would have been prey to his flegdling much rather a sickly weak girl. He had expected her or him to be firey and defiant like Nicole but he had never ever felt this way about nicole. She was his feeder and that was it. He would protect her and look out for her till she was ready to join his coven but other then that it wouldn't ever happen for him and Nicole. But this girl... She could have him wrapped around her finger if she tried a little or on a leash like her private little Vampire puppy. He craddled her a little closed as he opened his eyes and smiled down at her with wonder in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently as he made his way across the yard towards the front entrance hall.

What she said against his chest in a whisper made him frown deeply. She was used to it. So she was sick. He swallowed hard at the lump forming in his throat and lifted his head to the numorous lights that were on in the school. His school. One he had built up with his bare hands and his feirce determination with of course his wonderfull PA by his side and his fledgling Sinead, there when he needed an escape from it all. Caith bit into his bottomlip as she started shivering and again started to speed up his pace. Oh God. If he had a heart right now it would have been racing like mad. He was so nervous his damned visions would become reality and he would lose the girl as rapidly as he had found her. He dropped his eyes when the salty scent of her tears caught his attention the moment they entered the hallway. He stopped and leaned down to kiss away her tears licking each one off his lips to get the taste of her tears again.

They were bittersweet and they made him fill with depression as well. She was crying and even though her tears tasted heavenly she was still crying because she was sad and that still hurt him. Caith snapped his teeth together when he heard what was really wrong with her. Oh God no. Why did things always have to go wrong for him? His Sire wanted to bring down the school. His son hated him and Sinead his first daughter thought that humans kept in a school was more like a blood bank then a creation of a coven and now his supposed to be life bond had cancer. Thats okay. He would change her. He turned abruptly and headed out into the night again now running. Running to the Vampire's territory. To his room. To where he knew he could change her in piece. He just would not let her just die. He had waited 400 hundred years for this girl. Caith slipped down the hallway of the Vampire quaters and into his room closing the door behind him just in time for her to ask if they were there.

"We're there Ash. "
He whispered and moved across to room to lay her down gently across his silken crimson sheets on his king sized bed. He moved to lean over her pressing his hands on either side of her head then tilted his head into her neck tracing it with tender kisses from her shoulder to her jaw.
"I'm not letting you go. You'll not die by the cancer's hand. Will you die and be born again by mine?"
He whispered against her skin his voice velvety and seductive. The kind of voice he knew no woman nor man mortal could deny. It was a voice that got him a yes each and every single time he used it. He wanted a yes from her now more then ever as he lowered his body slowly and gently across hers laying ontop of her.

Words: 878
Song: The rain outside actually.
Mood: Panicking
Comments: Sorry its so immensly long.
Status: Done

[Asphodel Monroe]

Asphodel sort of felt like she was going to pass out, she was very dizzy and if she were standing she knew that she would probably fall down. It was like a black haze took over her body, she was thinking that she might have slit her wrists to deep because the last time she felt like this she passed out from blood loss and had to be rushed to the hospital. Maybe Caith was to late in saving her, maybe she just couldn't be saved, it was her fate to die before she reached 17 and she knew it so she was sort of accepting it and hoping that she could speed up the process. Her oncologist only gave her another few months to live and she was thinking of stopping the chemo because it was a waist of time and money and she was getting sick.

Her eyes looked up at him for a second before fluttering closed and she went limp in his arms a little but quickly snapped out of it and opened her eyes again as she started to hum to occupy her self. She was scared that if she closed her eyes again she wouldn't be able to open them and she would simply die in his arms. She didn't want to die in his arms but she kind of did want to die, death sounded sweet to her. She was more then willing to accept it with open arms, but she didnt think that Caith was going to let her die. She felt a weird connection with him and she liked how he was making her feel, was she attracted to this older man. She was expecting her back to hit a hard bed in the nurses office but she was surprised when it hit warm sheets.

"This bed is soft." She was still cold and shivering and her eyes threatened to close again. "Im tired." She muttered as she closed her eyes again and tilted her head to the side as he started kissing her neck, she liked that. Her soft caramel brown eyes looked into his as he spoke, she didnt know what he was talking about really but she knew that she couldnt disagree with a voice like that "Yes." She spoke lightly and turned her neck so it was towards his mouth. Her heart was racing, her pulse pumping fiercely, she took a deep breath not knowing what was going to happen or how he was going to make her die and be reborn, once you do arent you dead?

[Caith White]

Caith heard the comment about the bed and smirked. He could hear she was already fading. He could sense the smell of death creeping across her body. This was how he preffered his coven to do things. Find your singer and change her or him within the week if not less. He didn't waist anytime now that he had found his. The taste of her blood still lingered in his mouth and on his lips. Yet he wanted more. He wanted her. He wanted her for life and forever. Caith brushed his tongue along his fangs and grinned darkly against her skin.
"You expected a coffin my love?"
He whispered as he moved his hands down to the hem of her top and slowly lifted it somewhat. Just enough so he could slip his hands underneath.

She was hot to the touch burning up with fever. She had passed out on the way here and he knew she was fighting even now against death tugging at her sleeve. Not this one. Not tonight. Tonight she would become an immortal beauty. He'd take her like he had taken Cassie and Blayce. He'd take her because she intrigued him and he felt a connection to her. He heard the words and he knew what they meant. She was tired. Tired of fighting. Exhausted by the endless battle that she was under going.
"It will be all over soon. I promise. Just relax and let me take you under my wing. "
Caith moved to brush his fangs lightly across her neck then bit down sinking his teeth slowly into her main artery. The blood flodded into his mouth like a sweet wine.

She was his wine. It was the best he had ever tasted. Even the tainted illness tasted good to him. He moved his hands to her tighten around her wrists pinning them above her head incase she tried to fight him while he drank. He waited for her heart to come to a near stop moaning as he drank into her neck. His eyes became crimson with pleasure making him drink deeper and want more. He couldn't believe it was happening so soon. It was just that he could not let this one go. He wondered what kind of vampire she would be. Would her hair change? Would her personality change? Would she be insatiable in the bedroom between his silken sheets or would it be blood that she craved more then him? Would she had him for doing this to her or treasure every moment of extended life with him by her side? Was this how Elias had felt when he took Caith as his mate? Caith had betrayed him. Would Ash do so too...?

WORDS: 481
MOOD: Gentle
COMMENTS: *bounces* First Vampire turned on the site
SONG: Vampire heart - HIM ((Perfect song))
STATUS: Done