One who made me (dooone)

[GamingLord]

Jacob listened to what Rosemary said, grimacing slightly as she pretty much hit the nail on the head. He simply nodded instead of denying or arguing though. He couldn't help but think back to brief memories of his world, watching so many people die before his eyes. Watching it happen to other worlds.

They all die around me, and sometimes it's not even because of time. I'll never die, so what's the point? They don't always choose to stick around as spirits. They usually choose the right choice and move on to their afterlife...

Live as long as me? Would they really want to get to know me that well, despite how I've been? Do they really want an eternity of life, especially if I never find all of that tome...

Jacob resisted the urge to lean up on his elbows when Rosemary asked him if he was a pansy without his magic.

Jacob: "That depends on what you mean. If physically, then no, not quite, I can still fight fairly well without any magical means. I've taught myself to use blades and daggers over the centuries. If you mean am I addicted to my magic, then perhaps on some level. The more I continually use my spells, the more potent they become and the more efficient I become at using them, even with minor, near meaningless spells."  

[GamingLord]

Jacob blinked a moment, completely forgetting that Rosemary could read his thoughts as well, and realizing fully that he had been inadvertantly reading hers this entire time. Had the pain clouded his mind that much?

Jacob: "I suppose, if God's feeling merciful, he will. Until then, I have to assume that he wants me to seek out the method of removing my curse. Believe it or not, I've found enough to help me remove the more.... distracting elements of the hex."

He pondered for a moment, seriously thinking about his chances against one of the vampires if he were magicless. He wasn't the strongest, but he wasn't weak either. His build was more fit for a bit of speed and agility slightly, since he spent so many years learning to dodge and strike with knives. Still, he had to admit, he was only a human mortal when it came down to it, curse or no curse.

Jacob: "I believe that while there wouldn't be much chance of me winning in such a duel, that I would put up a better fight than the average person."  

[GamingLord]

Jacob: "I suppose I always considered that risky for me, because most anti-magic barriers don't discriminate. And usually if you end up fighting a decent enough mage, they won't have just slave demons, but some that are loyal as well. Still, it would be worth looking further into."

"The mages.... vary greatly. A certain number seem humanoid, but it seems to me they accept anyone willing to give up their soul... Or if they can remove the soul, they'll use the body left behind. Some start out as slaves, others as powerful warriors. It varies greatly."

Jacob actually shared in some of the joy of the mental imagery of the mages being slaughtered

Jacob: "Probably, the most vicious kill I can recall was after a long drawn out battle with a mage. We were both exhausted, practically unable to cast anymore magic. He had a sword, but I had broken that with a golem made out of minerals and ores... this had taken place in a mine... He resorted to using a sharde of his sword as a dagger, so we both ended up knife fighting for a while. My curse gave me the advantage I suppose, because he couldn't hit do any fatal damage. He lunged at me, trying to stab me in the chest and split me open. I just barely side stepped it, only getting the side of my arm cut in the process, and I took my dagger, and stabbed it deep into his remaining eye. I remember being so frustrated and tired of the fight that I kicked him down, picked up a nearby rock, and hammered the dagger deep into his brain, splitting his skull open. He kept trying to pull my hands away, but he was too weak, I was just barely a little stronger and more determined....

...I ended up ripping out his damaged brain using my knife and my bare hands. It was funny, even though the organ was completely disconnected, he was screaming like it was still in his smashed open head, up until I squashed it. His death spell got me in the end, since I could only crawl away then. Having your enemy's body crystalize, then shattered into a thousand needle sharp shards that were long enough to literally nail you to a wall until you recovered enough strength to pull them out wasn't fun. I suppose it was irony that a majority of them ended up in my face."  

[GamingLord]

Jacob: "I wouldn't dream of getting off the hook. Good day, Rosemary..."

He laid there for a while, waiting for his ribs and organs to mend themselves as the pain killers took care of what aches they were able. Once he finally stopped bleeding profusely and the IV drained, he let himself out of the room.

That night, he spent time in his room preparing things for a spell. Runes and symbols were drawn in special cloth and placed in particular places. After some time was spent focusing, his magic brought to him several spirits. They asked why they were summoned and what he wanted.

Jacob: "There is a friend in this home that is in need of help. He is a member of the undead, and he is in need of healing and rejuvenation, due to mistakes made on my part."

Spirits: "There will be a fee. We desire some of your living energy as payment."

Jacob: "Done."

Spirits: "So easily paid, with your immortality. Second, to revive him we require your an amount of your blood essence."

Jacob groaned, hanging his head. He'd been drained by Veni earlier today, lost a great deal of blood due to his curse, and now this?

Spirits: "You are unwilling to make this sacrafice?"

Jacob: "Nono, take what you need. It's just been a long day is all. Let's get started."

- - - - -

Sometime during that night, a small breeze flowed into Rosemary's room where Veni was. It was twinged with supernatural and necromatic energies, The scent of Jacob's blood filled the room for a moment, as Veni began to glow a warm orange-ish red color. All his outward injuries began to fade away, as vitality and warmth began to seep into his form for a while.

A short while later, Veni seemed as revived as a vampire could possibly be, his eyes even opening. Once he was somewhat alert, the glow and warmth began to fade away, along with the unearthly presence and necromancer energies that had been in the room.

- - - - -

The next evening, Galantros finally woke up. He noticed several things. That it was evening, and by checking the little computer on his wrist guard, it was the evening of the next day actually. He also noticed Black seemed have cuddled up next to him again while they slept on the comfortable couch, and was currently having a nightmare. He wrapped his wing around her, and gently rubbed her back, carefully drawing her up more to his side.

The last thing he noticed was that Jacob was passed out in a nearby recliner, a number of plates with crumbs and a few glasses mostly drained of liquid on the table in front of him. This made GL scratch his head.

Jacob had apparently spent a good chunk of energy using his spell the other night, and had hoarded on food and drink soon after, passing out immediately as soon as he finished with a full stomach.  

[GamingLord]

When he realized that rubbing her back and hugging her wasn't going to help, GL started to carefully shake Black awake.

GL: "Black... Black! Wake up, you're having a bad dream... Come on..."

So much that he wanted to comfort his friend that his wings formed a blanket around her as he woke her up.

- - - - -

Veni: "Kyaaaaaaah!"

Old lady spirit: "Oooh, these old bones are getting quite a show, hehehehe!"

- - - - -

GL jumped, and seeing Rosemary nearby almost out of nowhere, jumped again. Jacob stumbled to an awake state and nearly fell face forward out of the chair.

GL: "Gah.. GAH! Ack! Rosemary! uhm... Was that Veni!?

Jacob: PEVERT GHOSTS! Huh!? Whazza!? Wha-... what's going on!?

GL: "I think Veni shrieked o_O; "

Jacob: "But he should be fine after that spell! Those spirits weren't malicious!" Oh God, did I somehow screw up again!? Impossible! But..

He immediately ran towards where the shriek came from, bursting into the room.

Jacob: "Veni! Are you alri.... AH, s**t!"

He immediately turned away upon seeing that Veni was without clothing.

Jacob: "Why did you scream? And why are you NAKED!?"

The ghost that had been getting an eyeful of Veni had vanished right before Jacob came into the room.  

[psychotic__Gal]

Daph awoke, her crimson eyes taking in the dark room around her. She stood, the short cotton dress sliding back down from where it had risen. She went into the closet and pulled out a long scarlett skirt, pairing it with a black tank top. She changed into those...Though groggy, she made her way to Cian's door. She was repeled instantly. She sat a safe distance away. "cian?" She whispered.

Cian awoke to the sound of his name, "Yes Daphne?"

"Tell me about the past..."  

[GamingLord]

Jacob, with heated face and still turned away, coughed a little.

Jacob: "Yes, well. Ah. I think I'll take my leave now and uhm... clean up the dishes I left behind in the other room... uhm, Veni. Good to know you're alright... *ahem*"

And with that, he hurried out of there, wondering why he felt warm and was blushing.

GL, for his part, only briefly saw the bath supplies before he was attacked.

GL: "Ack! Hey, what's going on!? Where are we going?... Wait... nonono, OH NO! No way! Can't I just go home and take a quick bath there!?"

Black+Rosemary: "No!"

He struggled, fingers digging into the floor, wings flailing wildly, but in the end...

...he found himself in his boxers in the girl's side of the bath house, since his normal clothes were in tatters. He was facing a corner, wings wrapped around himself to help provide some feeling of modesty to himself, his face as bright red as a tomato.

GL: "How do I get myself into these messes?"  

[psychotic__Gal]

Daphne drew her knees to her chest, "So...so I t-told you to go away?" She asked.

"Right after you woke up for the first time." Cian answered, muffled by the door and wall.
"First time? There were more?" Daphne asked, shocked.
"You woke up a month late....I think. That was the first time...But when I left, you were so angry. You kept raving about...about Ethan." There it was. The pastor's son.
"Don't talk about Ethan." Daphne spat.
"Ok, you kept wanting to go back, Evelyn." He said this softly, the name was musical with a strange accent.
"You've never had that accent before."
"I have always had it." Cian explained with a sigh, "It's more prominent with your birthname."
"I see. What is your's?"
"My birthname? I don't know." He sighed once more, "I've lived centuries, Evelyn, I came from Greece but my name was lost in the many I've taken."
"Then why did you change your name so much?"
"Why did you change your's, Evelyn?"
"Good point. So, the next time I fell asleep?"
"Shortly after I left. I came back to check on you once in awhile. After the two month break from when you were created...you were just gone. A doe on the doorstep." Daphne winced when Cian said the words. "I looked all over for you, Evelyn, but I couldn't find you....Then my Mistress started calling. I didn't want to leave the area but...her call was strong. I had...to go."
"I understand." She couldn't hate him....she understood him. She could only feel something she hadn't felt for anyone except Ethan. "Damn." She muttered.
"what?"
"nothing." She paused...now was the time to ask, "Why did you change me?"

Cian stopped breathing. Uncomfortable as it was....She just asked the thing he kept a secret for so long. The thing he hadn't been able to answer until the start of his search for her.
"I love you."


"I love you." Daphne's breath caught in her throat. He..He said it. "I've loved you ever since I first smelled the blood running wild in you. That wild pansy was in your hair. That long dress....I am just in love with you Daphne--Evelyn...whatever you go by."