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Post by dax on Feb 10, 2013 21:49:15 GMT -5
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 take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: Elizabeth WORDS: 1225 The shower had steamed up the entire bathroom, mostly because Dax forgot to put the fan on once again. He didn't really mind all that much though, with the steam making the bathroom a sauna at least he wouldn't be stepping into frigid cold air. He was alone in the home that he shared with Elizabeth, and he was taking a long ass shower, mostly because he could. And because the hot showers were a perfect place for him to close his eyes, let out a deep breathe and just think. The only other place he could just relax like this was sitting on the piano bench, his nimble fingers lightly playing over the keys. But he didn't want to stay here today, he had a few things he wanted to go do, so he'd jumped into the shower, making sure it was hot and that it was long. Elizabeth had gone earlier, off to work and as usual had just left him to his own devices, trusting him enough not to get into too much trouble. Which he wouldn't. Today he wasn't going to head down to the bar, or any clubs, and he wasn't going to get drunk, or hit on woman, or bring anyone home.
He stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel and drying himself off, wrapping the towel around his waist as he moved from the bathroom to his bedroom, shivering just a bit, it was a tad cold in here. Huh. He'd have to turn up the heat. Quickly he moved to pull on clothes, making sure to grab a thick jacket so the chill outside wouldn't affect him too much, and he reached for the leather cuff that marked him as Elizabeth's, slipping it on his wrist without much thought. He'd gotten used to wearing it. Though sometimes Dax was a bit devious in that he would leave the cuff off, passing as a vampire, or once or twice, a Scott. It'd amused him quite a bit, especially the first time he did it and got away with it. No one doubted him, especially since he was so confident in the fact that he wouldn't be found out. And if he did, well Elizabeth would get him out of trouble. But trouble was not what he was looking for. Not today. Not on this day. It amazed him how long it had been, how the passage of time seemed to flow so fast, yet he could remember the pain oh so very clearly.
Perhaps it was ironic that this day shared two very important dates in Dax's life, two dates that he wished both didn't and did exist. Today was a day not meant for drunken parties, half naked girls, or a hangover the next morning. He made sure that the little credit card was slipped into his back pocket as he moved over to the door, pulling the jacket on and slipping his feet into a pair of shoes. He was somber today, he hadn't touched his piano yet, and he wouldn't, not until he got home. He had a few stops to make, a few things to buy, and then he'd go home and play. Elizabeth would have to kick him off of there before he'd stop. He took the stairs, he'd always had trouble with sitting still, especially on this day, and he wasn't about to let his mind wander in an elevator. He reached the first floor, ignoring the looks from others that knew him as a pet, and stepped out into the cold, and shoving his hands into his pockets, heading down the street towards where a very nice music shop was. Had just about everything a musician could imagine and then some.
He wanted to grab the sheet music, and then go for a walk through that stupid memorial park, he knew his mother would have liked it. And that was the whole point of today, his mother. Because today was the anniversary of her death, the day that he had said goodbye to her for the very last time. He could remember the day so very clearly. And he wish he hadn't. His mother hadn't left this world peacefully. He swallowed thickly, even the bitter cold hadn't kept his mind from wandering. Normally he'd go to a bar, go ahead and drown out any sorrow. But he couldn't do that on this day, not to his mama. No, he'd find the sheet music that belonged to his mother's favorite song, sheet music he used to have before the vampire war. He wasn't sure what had happened to it. When the shop came up into view Dax hurried in side, pushing the door open and ignoring looks. The leather band around his wrist was a sharp contrast to his dark coat. Most vampires looked down on pets, Dax didn't give a shit. As long as they kept to themselves he'd keep to himself.
Finding the music was relatively easy, they had it organized and he quickly plucked the music from it's shelf, moving over to the counter and silently paying for it with the card that Elizabeth had provided him. He wondered if she'd come home early, wonder where he was. He usually didn't go out during the day much, stayed at home and lounged around mostly. Sure he did a few things, cleaned some, played music, and his personal favorite, that he won't quite admit to anyone, lay about in front of one of the windows, like a cat sunning himself. Really though, he could just lay out and fall asleep right there, with the warm sun on him. He was surprised that he hadn't gotten caught by Elizabeth a few times, just sprawled out there, his eyes closed, lightly dozing. Well, he wouldn't be doing that, or anything else, that day. Though he had scribbled a note that said he'd be at the park if he wasn't home before he had gotten into the shower, in case she wondered where he had run off too. His cell phone was sitting next to the note.
He tucked the sheet music into his jacket, heading out of the store and down the road to the park, still quiet, not humming or whistling like he might have any other day. Somber, that was what he was. He shoved his hands into his pockets, moving into the park and letting the sounds of birds fill his mind. He spotted a bench up ahead, and let out a sigh. He'd sit down for a while he supposed, sit down and think of the good times. Of course no matter how many happy memories he could bring up, he couldn't shake the tight feeling in his chest. Because this wasn't only the day that his mother died. But it was this day, just years after his mother's death, that he said goodbye to his drunk of a father and never looked back. He sat down on the bench, leaning back for a few minutes, watching others walk by, birds in the sky, that sort of thing until he ran a hand through his hair, letting his head fall back and his eyes close. Hell. Maybe he wouldn't go back, maybe he'd get so shit-faced he forgot to come home.
Maybe.
NOTES: liiiiiiiiittle bit sad today.
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Post by Elizabeth Hannah Scott on Mar 6, 2013 2:12:55 GMT -5
 SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC Lizzie’s day started off normally enough. She woke up at 6, showered and ate breakfast, then went to work at 7:30, where she started her day at 8. Elizabeth’s job was a behavioral psychiatrist, though she never stopped reading up on other views of psychology, she was just a behavioral psychiatrist because it paid the best. While her family was famous for their hunting abilities, of which Lizzie would have been very successful at with her ability to never miss a target. But she wasn’t interested in hunting runaway or wild humans, as she grew up around humans and didn’t mind them. She much preferred working with them; she loved watching them go from a near feral animal to a human being again. She loved seeing how she could re-teach the humans how to be humans.
All it took was a bit of training and questioning.
That being said, she had a hard time with this last case. Poor girl was a lost cause, even though she did try very hard to get this girl to see reason. She just…wouldn’t. It was sad to lose her as a patient, but she couldn’t do much about it. She was only the psychologist, nothing else. She wasn’t allowed to form emotional attachments to her patients.
Though that didn’t stop her from forming one to her own pet.
When humans were first being sold, Elizabeth bought Dax Bertolette as soon as he was put up for auction. She paid the most money that day as well. He was a halfway famous pianist before the war, and Elizabeth never missed a concert of his when he performed in the city. You could say she had a crush on him, but that would be an understatement now. She thought good talent shouldn’t go to waste, and told him as long as he played for her when she asked she wouldn’t give him many restrictions, if any. She rarely punished him, and even then the punishments weren’t severe.
Elizabeth Scott loved Dax Bertolette, no two ways about it. She fell in love with him a few months after he started living with her. She couldn’t help it, his smile always made her weak at the knees and the way he played the piano was breathtaking. It didn’t help that he was a flirt either. She also loved how he dozed in the sun as he lied in front of the windows. He thought she didn’t catch him but she did. She couldn’t help herself with feeling these feelings. She loved him. And worried about him, so much. She worried about what her father would say if he found out that she cared for Dax, a human, a pet.
And her brother most certainly would have killed him.
She couldn’t tell anybody, she couldn’t risk it, but that didn’t stop her from crying herself to sleep at night when she heard Dax bring home women from the bar. It killed her inside.
But today when she got home earlier than when she intended, she didn’t hear Dax on the piano, nor did she hear anything in the house. She dropped her briefcase on the floor and immediately searched the entire house. She couldn’t find him anywhere, and nearly tore herself to pieces worrying when she saw his note. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, letting the dark blonde waves fall to her shoulders. She needed to find him.
So she threw her coat back on and tore out of the house, still in her blue blouse and black trousers from work, her six inch stiletto heels making light tapping noises as she walked quickly to the park, her hair flying behind her as she couldn’t walk slowly enough. She had to see he was alright; she couldn’t stand the thought of him hurt in any way. It literally killed her inside. As she entered the park she slowed her walk, putting her hair back into a messy bun like how she often wore it at home. She saw him sitting down on a bench and visibly relaxed, her shoulders slacking and her breath exhaling loudly.
He was safe, and he wasn’t hurt. Thank goodness. She slowed her walk just enough toward him. His eyes were closed and his head was back against the bench, so he didn’t see her walk up, but he could hear and smell her.
She sat next to him, looking him over before speaking, “So, you leave your cellphone at home, and you tell me that you’re going to the park. Want to talk about it or do you just want me to go home?” She asked, looking at him. She was pretty sure she knew the answer, and she was fairly sure he’d ask her to go home. Then again, there was that small part of her that wanted him to be happy to see her. She wanted to see him smile at her with pure love, not just because he had to smile at her because she was his owner. If she had the option, she would have let him go, but he’s her pet. He’d probably only ever see her as the woman who took away his freedom. WORDS 871 TAGGED DAX NOTES Imma die from feels, and outfitTEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Post by dax on Mar 17, 2013 19:43:21 GMT -5
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take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: Elizabeth WORDS: 716 He was deep in his thoughts, in his memories, memories that took him to the early days in France. The few clear memories he had of his home nation were of his mother playing piano in the large, glassed room with the sun shining down upon them, of going out to the streets and smelling the bakery down the street, of beautiful parks and carriage rides, and of the last look out of the airplane's window at the country he was born in. He missed his home, mostly because it was simpler days. It was a time where all he had to worry about was whether he was going to get applesauce in his lunch when he went off to school, or if his mama would play him a song before he went to bed, or if his father would let him sit at the huge mahogany desk.
Fond memories of both parents were always the most fuzzy of them. After his mother had been diagnosed with Huntington's they had moved to America so that she got the best treatment that they could afford. Things around the house got tense, though his mother tried her best to teach him to play piano before she couldn't anymore. His father took to drinking after his mother passed away and things went downhill quite fast from there. It wasn't until he was discovered for his exceptional piano playing that his life was even halfway decent again. But the loss of his mother plagued him and walking out on his father had only put guilt on his shoulders. And when he found out he himself had Huntingtons. Well, he didn't much care for anything anymore really.
And then the vampire wars had happened, people died, a new species took over, and he'd willingly gave up his freedom to become a pretty little pet for Elizabeth Scott. Not that he minded at all, seeing as she was attractive and she hardly gave him any restrictions. He wished she'd let him drink some more, but he wasn't going to complain. Especially since he was completely in love with her. The thought had his lips twitching down in a frown. Loving a vampire was a strange concept. She was suppose to be his owner, his superior, the one that was 'better' than him. Yet she hardly treated him like that, and they'd grown close. At least that's what he felt like. Every time she came around all he wanted to do was be there for her, talk to her, no one else existed.
Yet he knew it could never happen, mostly because he wouldn't put her through the agonizing pain he'd gone through when he lost his mother. No one should have to go through what he had, and he wasn't going to let her go through it. He hadn't told anyone about his sickness and he wasn't going too. Of course it would be hard to hide the signs but he had a plan for that. Vampires were touchy creatures, he figured the only reason he hadn't gotten killed in a fight with one yet was because they couldn't kill humans. Of course that wouldn't stop him from pushing until he'd pushed too far. But those were thoughts not meant for this day, not on the day that he'd lost his mother and his father. He'd heard her approach, and when she sat down there was no denying who it was.
He let out a sigh as she spoke and his eyes popped open, his head rolling to look at her. He flashed her a smile, though it wasn't anything like he wanted it to be. Too weighed down with his thoughts. He pondered for a long while about what she had said. Did he just want her to go home? Did he want to talk about what was on his mind? Certain things he didn't, he knew that. He'd never tell her about the disease slowly killing him. He sighed again. "My mama passed away on zis day" He finally offered up. He didn't talk about his past much, though she had to have noticed that he always seemed to disappear on this particular day, always going to the park. He'd done it every day since becoming a pet.
NOTES: liiiiiiiiittle bit sad today.
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Post by Elizabeth Hannah Scott on Apr 30, 2013 2:26:17 GMT -5
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC She couldn’t help but worry over Dax, because even if a human was a vampire’s pet a vampire could still very easily rough up the human for looking at them the wrong way. She didn’t want that to happen to Dax, no way. Dax was too important to her to lose him to a bar fight. Which, unfortunately, she worried about too often because of his drinking habit; it got him so drunk some nights. She never condoned him bringing women home, and the few times she caught him she yelled his ear off. But she never struck him, no, she would never strike him. She wanted to hold him, be held by him, and fall asleep in his arms like the world didn’t matter. She loved him. God did she love him.
Was it wrong, to want to protect him? To want to make sure no harm came to him? He was human. So…fragile. She didn’t want him to get beat up to the point that he wouldn’t be able to stay with her. She didn’t want to hear that he was in the hospital on life support, if they even gave him such a luxury. Some vampires would be more than happy to pull the plug before she got there.
She shook her head violently as she thought of that option. No. No. That was not a road she wanted to go down. As she looked around the house she thought back to the year before, and barely remembered a similar feeling around this time of year. He would disappear and come home either roaring drunk or completely sober. She then found the note on the table and ran off to find him. Why didn’t he just take his cell phone? She rarely ever called it anyway. It was mostly for him. Everything she gave him was something that if she told other vampires about they’d look at her funny. The personal account he had for money? Most human pets didn’t even get five dollars to spend. In many ways, Dax was a very lucky human. His life could have ended up so much worse.
As she walked to the park, she couldn’t help but think of the other humans she helped treat. As a psychologist she was taught that humans and vampires didn’t think much differently. But when the vampires took over, slowly but surely, vampires started to see humans just as food, pets. Not the intelligent creatures Elizabeth knew them to be. She knew they could be so much more than just maids and servants. She brushed her hair behind her ear and sighed. So many humans that were brought from the forests were so…animalistic when they were adopted. They fought it, and she picked the difficult job of trying to ‘rehabilitate’ them to domestic service. Her father was The Hunter, he and her brothers were the ones that brought them in, she was the one that picked the ‘easy job’ as her family sometimes called it and turned the humans from ‘feral’ to ‘domesticated.’
She wished she were treating mental disorders again. At least those were less heartbreaking.
As she sat down next to Dax he sighed as she spoke, asking him if he wanted to talk. He smiled at her but she knew it wasn’t his usual smile. She gave him a small smile back and waited for him to answer her. She was so sure he was going to shoo her away that she almost stood up when he spoke, but when she realized he actually wanted to talk she sat back down and turned slightly toward him. She frowned a bit and looked down at her hands, which were in her lap. “I’m sorry.” She said quietly. She looked out to the park, playing with her fingers in her lap. She sighed, looking back down at her lap. “I lost my mother too. I was five. I barely remember her.” She told him, “I was raised by my aunt, who’s human. My dad kind of…lost it after she died.” She let out a laugh, shaking her head. “You probably didn’t want to hear all that.” She smiled a little at him. “What was your mother like?” She asked him, looking at him. She didn’t like seeing those blue eyes sad, it made her sad. She wanted to help him.
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