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Post by morgancaine on Dec 19, 2010 0:46:53 GMT -5
Mac's head tilted to the side, her gaze steady, but curious on the other woman. She still didn't like her. Dari should be here, not Aubrie. Didn't like people playing with her brain. She didn't understand a lot of what Aubrie said, the words contorting and twisting sounding like a foreign language.
Noisy, she understood noisy and feel. Slowly she nodded at Aubrie, not sure if she was doing it for the right reason. She wanted Dari, but Dari had asked her to be nice. She do it, even if she didn't like it.
"Too much," She told Aubrie, once again pointing at her head. "Too many. Don't like. Even you. Feel. Hurt...Dari no hurt. No hurt fly fly up high. Wanna go back. Be good Mac for Dari. No need you. Need Dari. Can't feel him. No hurt. Take care of. Be better."
She stuck out her tongue, not at Aubrie but at the situation and buried her face in her arms, hiding from Aubrie and everything she was feeling. She just wanted Dari back and to go back up high.
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Post by Aubrie Carpathia on Dec 29, 2010 18:04:50 GMT -5
Aubrie frowned at Mac's words, feeling sympathetic to the poor woman.
Alright, maybe she'd tried too much too soon. The idea that she'd be able to help "fix" Mac after only a couple of hours was ridiculous, of course. So, she'd back off for now, let Mac recover, and simply spend the energy that she would have used poking around in the blonde's head to instead project feelings of comfort and warmth.
It wasn't much, but it was all that she could do, really. There were other things that she was already planning, ways of pulling Mac into her mind and showing her how to control the empathy there, rather than going into Mac's mind. It was risky, and they were no where near ready to attempt such a thing yet, but it was doable.
"Mac?" Aubrie said softly, continuing to project nothing but positive, comforting emotions. "I know you don't like me, but I'd really like it if we could be friends. And I know it would make Dari happy, too. So, how about it? Can we be friends, Mac?"
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Post by morgancaine on Dec 29, 2010 18:49:03 GMT -5
Mac didn't want to be friends. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to go home with Dari. She wanted the quiet from flying. No people. No pain. Just fly fly up high.
She stuck her tongue out in obvious dislike of this idea. Still Aubrie said it would make Dari happy. She rested her chin on the floor beneath the, gripping the carpet with her hands. "Fiiiiiiine," She said with a whine. Even if she didn't like it, she'd try for Dari's.
"Aubrie, Mac be friends." Her tone said she wasn't happy about it. She wasn't happy about any of this. She crawled out from under the bed and sat Indian style on the floor, glancing to the door hoping Dari would come back now.
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Post by Darian Raniari on Jan 2, 2011 10:59:15 GMT -5
With his contacts and resources, it had only taken Darian a couple of hours to find a suitable place for them to stay.
It wasn't much, really: a slightly rundown old farmhouse, several miles outside the city, and with no neighbors around for miles either. It was secluded enough that Mac shouldn't be able to pick up on anyone's emotions--other than Aubrie's--but not so far from the city that they couldn't take Mac there to check her progress on occasion. And it was quite large too, easily big enough to accommodate all three of them, with room to spare.
Slipping silently and mostly unnoticed through the crowds of mallrats, Darian returned to the shop, gliding gracefully into the back storeroom and simply watching Mac and Aubrie for a few moments before making his presence known. They seemed to be getting along well enough--or at least Mac wasn't crying and hurting herself any more--but the vampire could tell that his ward was not entirely pleased with the situation. Aubrie seemed subdued, and quiet, and Darian realized that the psychic must already have begun her work.
He liked that. He was glad to see that she was taking the situation seriously, at any rate.
Finally Darian cleared his throat, flashing a warm smile for Mac as he seemed to appear beside her, one hand running comfortingly through her hair.
"I trust that you behaved while I was gone, and didn't give our new friend any unnecessary trouble?"
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Post by morgancaine on Jan 2, 2011 13:53:04 GMT -5
Her wish had come true! Dari was back. She immediately stood up and wrapped her arms around the vampires neck, clinging to him. She grinned up at him, a wide smile making a small happy noise. "Mac good! Play nice." Though she didn't want to.
Rubbing her head Mac looked from Dari to Aubrie. "Go now? Don't like. Too many." She pointed at the door and then started searching Darian's pockets looking for her pills. Her head was hurting from all the whispers. "Need! Need!"
Mac wanted enough to put her to sleep this time. She didn't want to feel the people out there anymore and she didn't like what was going on in here. She didn't like Aubrie playing with her brain.
The empath knew if she wasn't broken Dari wouldn't be doing this. If she were a better Mac he wouldn't have brought her here. She just wanted to fly. She liked it up there. Down here there was too much.
Her fingers curled around something in Dari's pocket, and she frowned pulling out an old picture. It was Dari younger and that other man. There was suddenly a sharp pain in her mind. A searing flash of hot white pain. She gasped and the world fell away.
Mac clung to the picture and looked around as the earth reformed. She was in a house. There was that man again. The one Dari didn't like. She didn't have to feel his emotions to know that. He was standing in a kitchen with a pretty lady. They were smiling, laughing as they cooked. Mac inhaled. It smelled delicious.
Another shot of pain ran through her, but she held onto the picture. If she could figure out where the man was, maybe Dari would take her up high again. She felt warm blood slip down her nose as she looked around.
"House," She said out loud. "Stairs, wood under feet. Smells like fruit. Old man, pretty lady." She moved towards the windows. "Garden, purple flowers." Another stab of pain and she stumbled forward, still clinging to the picture. "Big tree." She moved to another window, seeing the mailbox. "5217."
Then it felt like something ripped the picture from her fingers. Mac gasped and went to turn and look, but her head hurt, and she gripped it tight, blood still dripping down her nose. "Owie." On top of the pain she felt dizzy and tired, swaying slightly on her feet. "Mac sleep now, please give?" She still wanted her pills to drown out the emotions.
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Post by Aubrie Carpathia on Jan 4, 2011 13:23:57 GMT -5
Aubrie gasped.
There was still enough of a tenuous bond between Mac and her that she was able to see, distantly, every thought and image that ran through the blonde psychic's mind. Aubrie had sensed that touch of precog in Mac when she'd probed about inside her mind earlier, but the fact that it'd kicked in when she hadn't been expecting it had thrown Aubrie for a loop.
Oh, that and the fact that she recognized the people involved in the vision...
Madison. Sastre. Aubrie had known, of course, that this Darian was the same vampire who had been tormenting the hunter and his newfound-love for these past months, but to see the vision of them through Mac's mind's eye had really driven the realization home. Darian was insane, a monster. A killer...
What was she thinking, agreeing to live with him, even if for only a short time? What made her think she'd even make it out of this alive?
The pain that came from Mac at that moment forced Aubrie's worries aside. This was why she was going to subject herself to whatever might be in store for her: she had to help Mac, she just had to. Aubrie knew what it was like to have powers that were not under your control, and she knew what it was like to have no one around to really help you gain control. She wouldn't leave Mac alone, not like she had been when her own abilities had manifested.
She'd help Mac, no matter what.
"Mac," she said softly, reaching out to rest a gloved hand on the younger woman's shoulder. Physical contact, even through the glove, would help strengthen Aubrie's weak gift of empathy, hopefully enough that she'd be able to make some impact on Mac. Projecting those same feelings of comfort and peace, she said, "Relax, Mac, okay? Everything's okay. Don't worry..."
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Post by morgancaine on Jan 6, 2011 1:34:23 GMT -5
Mac looked at Aubrie through sleepy eyes, blood still dripping from her nose. She blinked and then blinked some more. "Sleepy now." She continued to sway on her feet, feeling the calm that Aubrie was giving her, but feeling everyone else around as well. There were too many.
She shook her head, little droplets of blood smearing on her face. "Too much. Too many." She squeezed her head. "Need, need, need!" Even as she said it she was feeling more tired. Like all the energy had been drained or ripped from her body. "Sleep now."
Then before Mac could stop herself, her knees gave way. She was too tired to stand on them and her head was pounding. She wanted the pain to stop. Wanted to sleep. She wanted her pills. Dari had them. He always had them. "Need!" Her voice was soft, too tired to yell her point across.
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Post by Darian Raniari on Jan 9, 2011 22:05:40 GMT -5
Darian's eyes narrowed as he listened to Mac.
This was new. The way she spoke about these people who must have been Sastre and Madison, the way she described the house and yard, and even gave the very address? It was quite amazing really, and almost instantly Darian's gears began to turn. So, she had another ability, beyond the obvious empathy, huh? And it seemed to be some sort of clairvoyance, or precognition even...
So, how could he make her use this power for him?
At the same moment that this thought ran through his mind, he immediately felt something alien and confusing as well. Shame. He was ashamed that he would ever even consider doing such a thing. He couldn't use Mac as a tool, or as a weapon! He loved her, didn't he? How could he have even thought to use her like that?
Darian scowled, turning his attention to Aubrie, who was gazing at him in the most peculiar way.
"What?" he demanded, his voice harsh.
"Nothing..." She shook her head and closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose a bit. "I'm just exhausted, that's all. So, you've found a place?"
Darian nodded. "Yes. We leave now." Meeting her eyes, the vampire nodded again, slightly, and flicked his gaze to Mac, who was claiming to be sleepy. "Well?" he asked, raising a brow at Aubrie.
"Okay," she agreed, reaching out lightly to touch Mac's forehead with two gloved fingers. Immediately the blonde psychic fell silent, her eyes closing as the slumped forward to be caught by Darian. The vampire lifted her up easily and moved toward the door, casting a backward glance at Aubrie.
"Come on. Close up shop. We're going right now."
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Post by Aubrie Carpathia on Jan 12, 2011 14:40:35 GMT -5
Aubrie wondered exactly what she'd gotten herself into.
On the one hand, she really, truly wanted to help Mac. Aubrie herself knew how difficult it was to have abilities that were out of your control, even though hers weren't nearly as powerful as Mac's were. Still, she couldn't help but think that maybe if there'd been someone to help her develop her psychic gifts years ago, then maybe they wouldn't be quite so erratic now. So, she'd do what she could to help Mac, and she'd do so gladly. It would be hard work, she knew, and probably dangerous as well, but she simply couldn't live with herself if she didn't try.
There was Darian to think about too, though. Aubrie had seen the things that the vampire was capable of, in visions granted to her by her touch-reading of people who'd come into contact with him. He was extremely dangerous, violent, and utterly unpredictable. Aubrie knew that there was a fair chance she wouldn't make it out of this experience alive, but strangely that thought didn't really bother her. It wasn't that she wanted to die, or that she was depressed or anything, she just simply didn't fear death. It came for everyone at one point or another, so why sweat something you had no control over?
And there was still Mac. Aubrie couldn't back out on helping her now, even if she were afraid of death, and of what Darian might do to her.
"Fine," she told the vampire, gathering up her things. Her friend wasn't going to be happy about Aubrie closing the shop so early, but oh well. "I assume you have a car. Do you want me to follow you in mine, or just ride over with you?"
"You'll ride with us," Darian told her. "Just leave your vehicle here, and I'll bring you back to get it when you're finished helping Mac."
Oh, great. So, basically, she was being held hostage. Wonderful. Things were already off to a good start.
Sighing, Aubrie followed Darian out, pulling down the metal cage over the front of the shop and locking it up tight. As she walked away, she cast one last look back, wondering how long it would be before she'd see the place again.
If she ever did at all...
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