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Post by Darian Raniari on Oct 14, 2010 20:55:59 GMT -5
"Where do you want to go?"
He stood up, walking up silently behind her and gently placing his hands on her shoulders. Looking past her and out the window, he found himself momentarily surprised by the beauty of it. As often as he was airborne, Darian had sort of just grown accustomed, or desensitized to the fact that he was thousands of feet up in the air, with the whole world spread out below him.
For a moment, he was genuinely moved, and speechless.
Finally, he said softly to Mac, "We can go anywhere you want to go, Mac. Don't you see?" He gestured toward the window, and the scenery passing by far below. "The whole world is ours. Just name a place, and we can go there. This, Mac, is complete and absolute freedom. You say that other peoples' feelings hurt you, yes? Then we can go somewhere where no one lives at all, not for hundreds of miles, thousands even."
He leaned forward, very lightly kissing the top of her head.
"And we can go together. I won't ever let anyone hurt you, Mac. You are mine, okay? My Mac, and anyone who hurts you or makes you cry will have to answer to me."
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Post by morgancaine on Oct 15, 2010 18:03:59 GMT -5
Mac looked up at Dari when he started speaking not really understanding what he was trying to say. She tilted her head to the side, her brow furrowing in confusion. She wasn’t frightened, Dari was taking very good care of her, but she didn’t know what he was talking about. Mac liked the flying, she liked the pretty view. It was calming. "No hurt Mac."
There was no pain here. No pain from Dari. “Fly!” She giggled. Mac didn’t know where she was half of the time let alone where to go. Another yawn escaped her lips and she rubbed her eyes before running over and jumping on the bed. “YAY FLY!” She jumped up and down happily, waking herself up a bit. “Mac mine Dari’s!” She smiled and looked over at him.
The jumping made Mac realize there was something else she needed to do. Mac went to jump off the bed and tripped on the sheets, face planting on the floor. “OW!” She sat up and rubbed her nose where it hit the floor and then sneezed. She shook her head and sneezed again before standing up and looking at him, the tip of her nose a little red where it rubbed against the carpet.
Mac started doing a potty dance and tugged on his sleeve. “Dari, gotta go!”
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Post by Darian Raniari on Oct 25, 2010 11:24:37 GMT -5
For a moment, Darian didn't understand exactly what it was Mac was talking about.
Understanding hit him, though, and he chuckled, gesturing toward a door in the far corner. He shook his head, wondering at himself and the unusual, slightly uncomfortable feelings that Mac had stirred up within him.
Darian knew that he was not a good person. He was broken, flawed, and he had been for a very long time. That he was insane was well known to Darian. It wasn't something that he denied, or hid, or tried to come to terms with. He was crazy, but he knew the cause of that insanity, and he knew that by focusing it to torment Sastre, it helped him to go about his life.
Shaking his head again, Darian worried about what would happen should Sastre learn of Mac, and what she meant to the vampire. The hunter had always operated with a deep sense of honor, so Darian hoped that he wouldn't use Mac to get to him, but at the same time, Darian had hurt and killed so many of Sastre's loved ones that he sort of expected Quicksilver to respond in kind...
He growled, vowing that if Quicksilver harmed Mac, he would make the hunter suffer for eternity...
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Post by morgancaine on Oct 27, 2010 4:25:42 GMT -5
Mac dashed to the bathroom when Dari pointed the way, letting out a sigh as her bladder emptied. She was used to going in back alleys or public bathrooms, but this one was much nicer and the toilet paper was soft. She liked that. Dari was nice to her, she liked that too.
After taking care of business Mac came out of the bathroom skipping happily towards Dari. She liked it here, up high in the sky where she didn’t feel other people. Mac didn’t understand why she couldn’t feel Dari, but that was okay. He didn’t hurt her and she liked that too.
Going over to the bed Mac grabbed her bag and pulled out her gibberish journal. It was filled with old leaves, some pictures she’d found, anything that she liked or thought about was in there. Some of it was pictures she had drawn, other times it was writing written in chicken scratch that mostly misspelled, but it was the one bit of stability she had and she wouldn’t part with it willingly.
Sticking her tongue out of the corner of her mouth, Mac pulled out an old battered pen and began drawing an airplane as best she could, wanting to remember when Dari dropped her off. She didn’t think she was staying. No one ever kept Mac. At least this time it was someone nice and she was comfortable for a while.
When she was done with the plane Mac turned the book towards Dari showing him the picture, though it really had no likeness at all to the jet she was flying in and pointed to her head. “So I ‘member when gone! You next!” She giggled and went back to her book to start drawing Dari.
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Post by Darian Raniari on Oct 28, 2010 11:30:12 GMT -5
"Gone?"
Darian smiled soothingly at Mac, patting her gently on the shoulder. "Mac... Listen. I don't want to keep you here if you don't want to stay, but if you do want to stay, I think I would like that very much."
His eyes flicked to her journal, and he was suddenly put in mind of another, similar book that he'd kept long ago. As a young hunter-in-training, his former teacher had required him to keep just such a journal. It was to be used to write down anything he learned, or experienced, so that he could look back on it and use the information therein to better himself. A hunter's journal was one of their most important tools, one of their most powerful weapons...
He had burned that book, a long, long time ago.
Snapping out of his daze, he shot Mac a warm smile. "I mean it, Mac. If you want to stay, stay. But, if you want to go... I won't stop you."
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Post by morgancaine on Oct 30, 2010 14:24:05 GMT -5
Scratching her face, Mac turned to Darian. “Stay?” It was garbled said through another yawn. She was sleepy. “Mac stay?” She tilted her head at him unsure. “No go?” He wanted her to stay? Even though she was broken.
Looking around Mac took in the plane’s interior, deciding she liked the soft colors and that there was no one around who could hurt her. Dari was nice. She knew he wouldn’t. He’d saved her from the street monster. Mac brought a hand to her neck, the memories still fuzzy. “No let hurt.”
She looked up to Dari, her eyes wide, wanting to know if he’d keep her away from the bad people. “No white coats.” The doctors scared her most of all. Always poking and prodding, shoving needles into her. Touching. She didn’t like touching. Except with Dari. He didn’t hurt.
Jumping up and down Mac started clapping. “STAY! STAY! STAY!” She was excited. Eventually Dari would make her go, but she would stay with him as long as he’d let her.
That little bit of exertion reminded Mac just how tired she was. She stopped jumping letting out another yawn. Her eyes seemed to droop a little more each time she blinked.
“Sleepy time.” Nodding she walked past him and curled up on the floor next to the bed. That was Dari’s bed and he’d want to sleep there. Mac didn’t mind the floor. Curling up, she rested her hands under her head and closed her eyes.
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Post by Darian Raniari on Nov 5, 2010 19:55:15 GMT -5
Darian smiled slightly as he cautiously approached Mac, kneeling down beside her and picking her up to place her in the bed.
"Sleep here, Mac," he told her, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face. "This is more comfortable than the floor, right? And you need the rest more than I do, so don't worry about using my bed. I don't mind." He winked at her, sitting down in a chair beside the bed.
"Go to sleep, Mac. I'll be right here when you wake up, alright?"
Before he really knew what he was doing, Darian began to hum an old lullaby, one that he'd learned from his mother ages ago, when he'd been just a child. He didn't remember all of the words now, but the tune alone had always been enough to soothe his little brother, at least, when they'd been forced to live on the streets. He smiled sadly, remembering little Florian, his only brother, who he'd practically raised for years before...
He shook his head, forcing those memories aside. It was a long time ago, and nothing that he did now could change what had happened. Florian was gone, now... Dead... Murdered by Sastre Quicksilver...
And the hunter would pay.
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Post by morgancaine on Nov 5, 2010 19:56:22 GMT -5
Mac woke sometime later, sitting up and rubbing bleary eyes while giving out a big yawn. She didn’t know how long she slept, but she liked it up here. There was no one around to hurt her. She could feel the pilot but mostly he was calm, even though there was a little bit of curiousity mixed in with it. She wrinkled her nose not even wanting to feel that little bit and looked around for her bag. Mac wanted her pills.
She let out a little sneeze from wrinkling her nose and then slid off the bed looking for her bag. Where had she left it? Maybe it hadn’t been there. Sometimes she thought things were there that weren’t, but Mac had always had her bag…hadn’t she? It’s what she kept her gibberish journal in and her pills. Getting frustrated she huffed and rubbed her face, pushing her ragged hair out of the way.
Crossing her arms, Mac leaned back, and found herself pressed against some ones legs. She looked up confused and then giggled when she saw Darian. She had practically forgotten he was there because he was so quiet and she couldn’t feel anything from him.
“Dari!” She wrapped her arms around his leg, nuzzling her face against him. “Didn’t leave! Stay with Mac!”
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Post by Darian Raniari on Nov 5, 2010 19:57:14 GMT -5
Darian smiled down at the young woman.
Slowly, so as not to startle her, he reached behind the chair and withdrew her bag, handing it to her. He didn't like letting her have those pills, especially without knowing exactly what they were, or what they might do to her in the long term. But, if she needed them to function, to block out those emotions that could hurt her, he'd let it slide.
For now.
As soon as he could, he'd have those pills checked out, and if they were something that was poisoning her, he would do away with them and make her detox, though she may hate him for it forever. It was okay, he was used to people hating him, and though he loved Mac, he would rather have her alive and hating him than dead.
And there was still the matter of finding help for her, real help, not the temporary relieve brought on by the pills. He wasn't sure exactly how to go about that just yet, but he was determined to do so. And he had nearly limitless resources, so if he couldn't find a way to help her, then no one could.
Watching Mac squeal with happiness as she took the bag, the vampire couldn't help but chuckle. He reached out and tousled her hair and, without even realizing it himself, he felt more human in that one instant than he had in years.
((Finished.))
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