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Post by Anthony William Scott on Jan 13, 2013 17:55:19 GMT -5
Why hadn’t he had the sense to leave her in the cages? True, she was rather pathetic and true, it was his department’s fault that all of this had gone wrong, but did that really mean that it was his responsibility to take care of her? His mind stewed as Sarge ran circles around his feet on the way to the table that held his liquor and a few dog treats. Sarge and Louisa promptly sat, looking at him in the way only dogs with too much skin can. “Hey, old man,” he called to Garth, “treats.” The dog stood up from his pillow and padded lazily over. Unlike the spastic Sarge, Garth did nothing fast, he moved everywhere at a nearly glacial pace, taking his time. When all three dogs were sitting by his feet, he tossed them all treats and turned to the alcohol, pouring a glass for himself before capping it again.
As he left the table, the dogs all wandered off to their respective spots in front of the fire. Anthony found himself settling into a chair to watch the girl that he had bought for a few minutes, hopefully catch a few clues as to her personality or the way she was going to act after she’d gotten over the shock of being forced into this situation.
Sadly, there were none as she fought the chains, even making herself fall over after a dead rush in an attempt to break the leash and perhaps get to him. Annoyed, he watched as she laid on the floor. If she thought that behavior like that was going to get her anywhere in this household, she was sorely mistaken. Elizabeth may have had a soft spot for the troublesome cases, but he did not. He didn’t take his possessions trying to kill him well at all. Maybe after she calmed down and adjusted to the fact that her life had changed permanently, she’d be treated more like a human should, but for now, she was going to be left there until she asked, with words, to be unchained. He wasn’t going to have a wild animal free in his house and he wasn’t going to be guilt tripped or have the pity card played on him. This was his home, his castle, and his rules, although unspoken, were going to be followed.
Had he had the sense to get a more docile pet, as had been his plan when he considered the idea the first time, he would have none of this trouble. Instead, he would have had, as he had originally hoped, a companion. As much as he tried to keep it from the world, he did miss having other voices around. True, his family stopped by to see him (mainly to make sure he wasn’t going senile locked in his tower, he was sure), but during their childhood, he had grown used to having the sound of them playing or teasing the dogs or something around. He’d originally planned to buy a pet for that reason, to have someone to talk to and consider life with. Something like what Emerson Remington had with the infernal and twice damned Rudy Matheson (he was quite sure that the woman had bought that twit just for the sake of getting under his skin). But no, he had a savage. This was going to be a very, very long day for both of them.
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Post by lucy on Jan 13, 2013 19:57:20 GMT -5
Lucy had stayed as still as a statue as she tried to think of a way out of these chains while she laid there she had closed her eyes and heard a light tapping stomp sound she knew it had to belong to one of the strange looking wolves, Lucy opened her eyes and glared at her new owner, she loathed the demonic fiend, the more she looked at him and thought of him the more she found her temper reaching a boil.I don’t think I can get up…no don’t think that way…this is why he has me chained up…so it will weaken my resolve..i will never submit to the will of murderers….NEVER[/i] she thought to herself.
Lucy rolled to her stomach and diged her knees into the floor she did not expect getting up to be this difficult with the chains, but it was she forced herself onto her knees she closed her eyes tight from the pain she was in. Lucy pushed one knee forward slightly and picked herself up to stand up and sighed breathing heavily. She glared at him after getting up, noticing the way he seemed so cocky and arrogant he thought he was better, he was sadly mistaken and the first chance she got she would show him the error of his ways as she growled at him. Lucy had so much hatred for the vampire. She turned her head from him to look at the wolves.
Lucy had found the creatures to be quiet curious the wolves back home were wild they weren’t friendly they would eat you, she remembered a discussion with her father when she told him that she wanted to pet a wolf, it was after that discussion she had come to the conclusion that every creature on the food chain either feared or hated the other creature. Vampires ate humans, humans ate animals, animals ate each other it sucked but that was just one of the facts of life she had to accept.
She looked at the animals, her fingers wiggled the more she watched them the more she wanted to try and pet them. The odd creatures didn’t seem to be vicious they seemed to be timid. The more she focused on the creatures the less she thought about Anthony, she was distracted with them and why not, she had never seen such fascinating creatures before. She watched as one of the creatures approached her and she looked down at it, she was watching it closely as it sniffed her and she watched the creature not moving an inch.
Lucy found this situation to be quite strange the more she tried to ignore the beast the more she wanted to pet it, she looked at the creature and remembered what the fiend had told her they bite on command….i bet he is trying to get me to pet it so he could tell them to bite me…well he can forget it, I refuse to fall for his shenanigans[/i] she thought to herself as she watched the beast. Lucy’s fingers wiggled a little she really did want to pet the creature. Finally Lucy caved and bent down to pet the wolf creature slowly. she liked how soft it’s coat was and after she remembered the owner was in the room she stopped and ignored the beast as much as it pained her. Lucy wabbled over to the corner of the cage. So the leash wouldn’t be pulling at her and leaned against it, her eyes started to scan of things within her range, anything she could use as a weapon, she sighed for a moment as the stinging increased and she looked at anthony with loathing, she just wished he would come within her range she may not be able to punch or kick but she would bite him and see how his disgusting species liked being it[/size]
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Jan 16, 2013 17:29:49 GMT -5
Anthony sighed and looked at the clock, watching the second hand tick in a relentless rhythm. Twenty minutes ticked by as he watched. During this time, the girl righted herself and somehow made a connection with Garth, perhaps a blessing, perhaps not, there was just the plain and simple fact that they were in a stand-off. She’d said a few words when they arrived, but that was all. She was clearly strong willed, something that he didn’t particularly want in a pet, but there were possibilities to change that. Hell, half of the way that she was acting could merely be a reaction to the shock of finding herself in a new situation and her father’s death. Those kind of things always created a level of chaos that was completely unexpected in the individual who experienced them. He remembered the feeling of absolute hopelessness and lack of direction that had overcome him at his wife’s death. Yes, it had been a hard time for everyone. He had coped by hunting, sleeping around, and not thinking about it.
He paused at the idea of a hunt, a small grin appearing on his face. It was a brilliant idea, all told. He could get some much needed air and space from this hellion and she could come to realize that she wasn’t going to get away from him as easily as she hoped to. He needed the sky, he needed the wind, and he needed the trees. Most of all, he needed the trees. He needed to get lost in the depths of the forest and let his mind wander when and where it would. After all, that had been his goal for the day. He had never intended to come home with a pet. Nor had he intended to spend his day locked away in his tower dealing with a brat who seemed to lack even the most basic understanding of the way the world worked. This was a good idea.
He drained the glass of scotch and left the room, heading for his bedroom. Once inside, he closed the door slightly behind him and spun the dial of the gun safe to unlock it, the pleasant thud of the bars releasing coming as a welcome sound to his and his dogs’ ears. There was nothing that they loved more than a good hunt and a good chase. He selected a wood barrel bolt action rifle. It was pointless to try and shoot an animal after the first shot, true, but he wasn’t in the mood to be constantly reloading if he decided to be pointless. He then grabbed a carton of bullets and slipped them into the main compartment of a threadbare canvas backpack. Also into this bag went a skinning knife and a battered copy of Desert Solitaire. He proceeded to grab the bag and gun and head to the kitchen, where he added a hunk of bread and some cheese and meat to the compartment. It was a good hunting lunch and damned if he was going to be stopped by some insolent teenager.
He walked back into the living room with the back on and the gun jauntily kicked out from under his arm, barrel pointing towards the floor.. The dogs had all taken seats by the door, waiting to be let out and to go hunt for something, anything. There was only one thing left to deal with: the girl.
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note: So, I am feeling that the end of this thread is coming within the next two or three posts because, well, he's fed up with her and wants to go kill things.
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Post by lucy on Jan 18, 2013 19:22:47 GMT -5
Lucy had watched the area carefully scanning for anything that could help her get free and away from the demonic fiends. She had found herself looking towards the beast she had previously petted, she liked petting the creature his coat was soft and the creature was so new and interesting to her. she wondered just how intelligent the creature was, and what was his special abilities. She knew most animals in the wild had something special about them like wolves had amazing stamina, they could run all night if they had to and their senses were amazing.
Lucy had reluctantly returned her gaze onto her new master and she watched as a grin appeared on his face, Lucy didn’t like the grin it was creepy and a little weird, but that could have been slanted on the fact she hated everything about the jerk. She watched as her drained his glass of what she assumed was water and was reminded of the fact she felt a little thirsty, not that she would let it be known to the fiend, she wanted nothing from him not his food or his water…well almost nothing, she only wanted her book back and her freedom.
Lucy watched with negative fueled intent at the fiend that had purchased her as he headed towards another room, she couldn’t see him as soon as he was out of sight she felt like she had to try something….anything to escape, but she had no idea what to do being restrained in the chains had limited her greatly she couldn’t even run or throw a punch, that alone was driving her nuts as she wanted to beat the crap out of the smug jackass who thought he owned her.
Lucy had decided the only thing she could do was to try and break the chains from around her wrist, once she could achieve that then she could throw a punch or defend herself from the blood thirsty creatures of the damned. She looked down and started to pull at the chains, she could feel the stinging in her wrist and she let out a low growl and persisted until the pain was too much, she panted a little. The human teenager leaned back against the corner of the cage she was leashed to and sighed as she closed her eyes, she wished she was stronger to be able to break the chains or that the pain somehow didn’t bother her but she couldn’t get either of those wishes.
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