Cadence
Were-Wolf
I March to the Beat of an Indifferent Drum[Mo0:2]
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Post by Cadence on Dec 30, 2008 4:33:13 GMT -1
"Oh, I see, you know you're right, now that you mention it I can think of at least three off the top of my head." She laughed and rolled her eyes. He was entertaining, the kind of guy that she could talk to easily without being intimidated. If he'd been all gentlemanly then she wouldn't have known what to say...and she'd probably have felt like a spazz in comparison.
So he was an author? That took talent for a twenty something guy to get a book published, more so for him to get articles published. She'd experimented with writing, mostly the newspaper in high school, she knew how competitive the writing market was. "Impressive. What genre? Horror?" She grinned. "Or maybe mystery is more up your alley, murder mystery of course." She considered google-ing him and reading some of his work.
The more she learned, the more unusual her mystery man became. The mystery grew rather than shrank and had very little to do with whatever it was that didn't seem quite normal about him. A gorgeous twenty something author who took walks in the forest to think about his life and sometimes talked like he was from a different century all together?
"I know it's a cliche line, but you really aren't like other guys."
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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 31, 2008 2:27:10 GMT -1
Vincent smiled when she suggested what type of books he wrote, "I wish. Sometimes I think too much gore can scare a person out of experiencing life fully. I write period novels, arond the second world war, a lot of the more gushy ones weren't even given a second look, people don't like thinking about the love during that thim. Apparently we're supposed to think that time was filled with hatred."
Vincent was trying to read Cadence's face rather than her thoughts, he already knew he saw him as a mystery. Maybe she was putting the pieces of her little mystery together with every hint he left her.
He laughed when she suggested he wasn't like other guys, "You see, I try not to be. Being like everyone else can get so monotonous so quickly. I try to shake it up, maybe I'll become a sucessful writer now and spend the rest of my life studying this and that, do it all backwards. Get married old, die young," the odd thing was, that was already how Vincent was living his life. He had died at the age of 20, this new person wasn't Vincent the human but a nephilim. He wanted to get married, but he was already extremely old in human years, if he were to get married he would be marrying old. He already became a sucessful writer and it was only a matter of time before he found a need for college life. Cadence was just so unaware of these truths, she'd probably think him a funny man, even more cherries on her little mystery.
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Cadence
Were-Wolf
I March to the Beat of an Indifferent Drum[Mo0:2]
Posts: 52
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Post by Cadence on Dec 31, 2008 6:44:39 GMT -1
Cadence smiled when he said that to much gore could scare a person out of living their life. Her mother had said much the same thing about her obsession with horror movies. Looking back, she had to admit that she had passed up some opportunities because she'd been scared of what the outcome might be. One example was her fear of trains since watching final destination, the image of the guy getting beheaded by the loose cable had staid with her even though she was pretty sure that wasn't completely possible.
"But there had to have been a lot of love going on during that time, right?" With the men leaving for the war, their sweethearts not sure if they'd ever see them alive again. And the forbidden temptation of falling in love with a woman from the enemy's country, maybe even while they had a wife back home? Every tragedy had a love tale to tell, she was surprised no publisher had picked up on that. It was the sort of story that made the hopeless romantic sigh.
Get married old and die young? That didn't make much sense unless you really stretched the imagination to conclude that the someone could be old to be married and young to die. But somehow, Cadence just didn't think that's what Vincent had meant. "Sounds like a good life, carefree." She mumbled, still lost in thought. The mystery was piling up and she couldn't help but try and puzzle through the few clues he'd left her.
He was older than he looked, that much she knew for certain. It was written in the way he talked, using phrases like 'I know not'. Based on his book genre, he had probably lived through the second world war. But he wasn't a vampire, she would have been able to smell that on him the moment he'd entered the clearing. In fact, he didn't smell like anything other than human, it was the first time she'd ever distrusted her amazingly keen sense of smell. This man wasn't human, he couldn't be.
Cadence sighed. "I know you're probably going to hate me for this and run off. As much as I want you to stay and continue this little battle of wits, my curiosity has finally gotten the better of me. You're not human." She stated simply, turning to meet his eyes.
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Post by Vincent Reed on Jan 1, 2009 0:40:53 GMT -1
"Carefree, indeed," Vincent mumbled in reply. He was busy watching Cadence, he could practically see the gears grating through her head. She had so many ideas as to who he was but she had no idea at the same time. It was entertaining watching her brain attempt to sort through all of the things going on.
She gave up on the mystery and with that Vincent determined that perhaps he should start to answer her questions. "Well, I guess it's my time to go," Vincent joked, getting up from his spot slightly. Before Cadence got any idea that he was actually leaving, he laid back down, leaning on his elbows he looked her in the arms.
"Yes, I'm not human. I haven't been for many years now. And I know you're not human either, but I don't think that should really matter. Granted, I can see that curiosity has gotten the better of you, so I'll answer your questions... within reason."
Vincent didn't exactly want to tell her too much. After telling her a bit she'd ask more and more until he couldn't escape his past. He wanted to relive it today but he didn't want to do it with someone who didn't need to experience any of it. Cadence was too adorable, just like a puppy. He didn't want to ruin her good mood by telling her about the wars he had lived through, the people he'd pushed away. So, she had limits and hopefully she wouldn't overstep his carefully laid boundaries.
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Cadence
Were-Wolf
I March to the Beat of an Indifferent Drum[Mo0:2]
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Post by Cadence on Jan 1, 2009 1:14:09 GMT -1
She opened her mouth to protest when he stood up, only to smile and shake her head when he laid back down. She hit him playfully on the arm. "Brat, I'm being serious." Truth was his laid back attitude about the whole thing made it seem more normal, less like a life or death situation.
Her mind raced. He hadn't been human for years. That meant he'd been human once, but he wasn't a vampire and he certainly wasn't a werewolf. She nodded when he said that he knew she wasn't human either, she'd figured as much so it didn't bother her as much as it usually might. And what qualified as 'within reason'? She really only had two big questions, she wanted to know what he was and his real age. Of course once she found out what he was, she'd probably have dozens more questions. But she'd try and stay within his boundaries, she didn't want to upset him.
"Ok, uh, let me know if I'm going into forbidden territory. What exactly are you? I mean, you smell like a human." She figured if he already knew she wasn't human then there was no reason not to share those details. "But you don't feel like one...." She trailed off, the curiosity showing plainly in her eyes.
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Post by Vincent Reed on Jan 1, 2009 5:50:25 GMT -1
Cadence was so adorable, she thought that he was going to really leave her, even after all of the joking they had done. She should have realized his sense of humor at that point, realized that he wouldn't have really left her because she had merely asked a question. He chuckled when she called him a brat.
Gears turning, Cadence finally came across her first question, he thought it would be the first question, it had to be. She couldn't get any farther without knowing that one little thing first.
"I'm a Nephilim," Vincent said, "the son of a fallen angel and a human. I was human once, but when I found out what my mom, after I found out that there was a possibility that I wasn't human and accepted it, my human part died. I haven't been human since then. Next question."
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Cadence
Were-Wolf
I March to the Beat of an Indifferent Drum[Mo0:2]
Posts: 52
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Post by Cadence on Jan 1, 2009 6:16:13 GMT -1
Nephilim. She remembered the word from some of the stuff she'd read after discovering she was a werewolf but for the life of her she hadn't been able to remember the definition. She was relieved when he provided the meaning behind the word for her, she would have figured it out eventually but this was faster.
Cadence could hardly contain herself. His mother had been a fallen angel? The man laying beside her could confirm the existence of the figures out of the more popular faiths, could give concrete proof to the idea of angels and demons. Her excitement washed away any worries about appearing like an eager kid in front of a really gorgeous guy. It also explained his scent, why it was still human. One question answered and about a billion more raised.
She longed to ask him more about that subject, about what it was like, what that meant for him. But he'd said next question and the next question on her mind was a bit less complicated, the next big mystery. She'd ask the more complicated stuff later, and hope he answered. "How old are you?"
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