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Post by darknessrae on Mar 13, 2008 0:11:23 GMT -5
Taze could feel the sweet air of her home land. As she was waking up to see that the moon was so full and beautiful this evening. She had not known that she in a cart. With a horse pulling it into England's most beautiful country side. She had warm blankets wrapped around her. She smelled one beside her. She had a feeling it was Trick. How long have they traveled? The last thing she remembered , was she passed out right before Trick picked her up in Singapore. Her heart was thumping much faster now. She felt energy inside her body. Trick was taking very good care of her. This was some thing she would have to write about in her diary especially. If she ever got the chance that is. She had not made a diary entry since her daughter Shymia died.
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Post by atreyu on Mar 13, 2008 18:41:51 GMT -5
Trick was sleeping, again. He had been sleeping hours on end, wakeing up once in a wile to check on taze, Re-apply something or to grab a sandwitch from a small store as they passed. But for the most part of the week long journy he spent asleep. Dreaming a bit about his past. Seeing the lady called beka, someone else who he believes to be her sister and an older man who shared a similer family bond with the two.
Most of his dreams were filled with blood, gunfire, and the loseing of lives of humans and vampiers alike. Little do most people know, the Germans in WWII were at least half (If not more) Lycans and a few high ranking hybrids that relied on guns insted of their powers.
The dream that he had alot was when he was poseing as a russian in the battle for stalingrad. The constant awakeing to gunfire and grabbing his own. Then, after he bacame a sniper, he spent most of his time with someone else who would sit there, talk to him at times and occasionaly help with the snipeing. Most of that time he spent with a Mosin-Nagant rifle with a scope attackment. It may have been forced to reload one at a time rather then a stripper clip, but it worked wonders.
One of the men he was most fond of was Vasily Grigoryevich Zaitsev. A russian sniper who he had befrended but lost contact with after the defeat of germany.(Theres a faint history lesson for ya.Lol.)
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Post by darknessrae on Mar 16, 2008 0:01:09 GMT -5
"Welcome back to London Miss." The cart driver inform Taze as he pulled the horse to a stop. It was one reason they took this way back to London. It was much safer. And the drivers always have taken the back roads. Seeing as they were on smugglers routes. Roads that were not even roads. But the smugglers knew where and how to get back and forth in a very secret way. Taze had no idea how her friends at the Coven would react? She had not been there in a long while. Once her daughter died , she did as well. Her life was over any way. She took the liberty of taking advantage of the situation to travel the world. But who knew she was going to end up in the middle of a war zone in Singapore? And met a fellow vampire. One who was meant to be dead. Taze remembered part of her Death Dealer group members disscussing the death of Trick. Or was it not death? Was it all set up? He burnt to ash. As what she heard from her men. As Taze finally heard the driver and felt the cart stop in the center of London, Taze eased up and knelt down by Trick. She could see he was sleeping. And dreaming. From the movements of his eyes it did not look like a good dream. It was time to wake him. "Trick." She waitted for a few seconds. Then eased her two fingers along the side of his cheak line. And rubbed them downward to ease him awake. Or at least try...
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Post by atreyu on Mar 18, 2008 19:15:32 GMT -5
Trick wakes with a start, his hand, instinctly, going to his USP .45 before he remembers where he is and takes his hand off of the handle.Looking around the dream of him being cornered in the red square with one clip of 5 rounds left for the Mosin-Nagant and a magazine and a half for the Colt as germans advanced on him and him alone continues to play in his head, slowly fadeing out as he had fallen off of the small foot high wall he had crouched on.
'Where are we? And what year is it?'
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Post by darknessrae on Mar 18, 2008 21:11:17 GMT -5
What year was it? He must've been dreaming about his past. Taze gave him a soft look and small smile. "It's 2008. And we are in London. Finally. You brought me here from Singapore. Do you remember? You saved my life. I owe you my life. " Judging by the way he woke up, Trick was indeed dreaming heavily. Possibly about his past as well. Some times memories seem to seep through the mind while sleeping. Taze eased her hand down on to where he was about to draw his weapon. And made him stop as she placed her soft hand on top of his.
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Post by atreyu on Mar 19, 2008 18:58:43 GMT -5
Trick looks around. The echoing of gunfire still rattled around in his head, but was quickly fadeing. Glancing at the man in the front of the wagon trick looks away and lays his eyes on Taze. '2008?' Trick says, waiting a moment before continuing. 'Yes, i remember....Uh...Have we ever met before the other day?'
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Post by darknessrae on Mar 19, 2008 21:54:49 GMT -5
Taze was a bit puzzled." No. We have not met since I've met you in Singapore. You....." She realized she had her hand upon his. A flash of his past entered her mind. When he died. Or supposely died. Taze gasped slightly. And quickly took her hand away from his. Taze had always had the gift of premensions. But this was new to her. She had never been able to see a persons past. She saw her daughter's death before it even happened. And to see those events in her mind was dreadful for her. It would be for any mother. She was a mother with a dead daughter. Two dead daughter's to be exact. Taze kind of envyed Trick that he had no idea what his past was. For she would do anything to not have the memories she now has. But then again if she had not had them , she would not have a daughter in the first place. She was very proud of Shymia. How brave she was.
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Post by atreyu on Mar 23, 2008 17:32:48 GMT -5
'Dam. I was hopeing you could have told me more about myself.' Trick says as he begins to drift into dream where he was standing behind a doorway, a M249 SAW Machine gun in his hands, bullets impacting the wall beside him, penatrating it easily but missing him by intches just before he swings out, Fireing the gun wildly, shouting like a madman. A few men had been able to hit him. But only in the legs, arms and a few in his chest.
Being shaken out of the new dream, a more rescent one then the others have been, by a sudden bump in the road he looks around, still aware of where he was. Looking out the front he notices where he was and turns to taze. 'Were almost there.'
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Post by darknessrae on Mar 23, 2008 21:21:24 GMT -5
" I wish there was a way I could help you. Your dreams seem to be telling you more than you know. I saw, I saw how you died. And some one else was there. But I couldn't see them clearly. I'm sorry. That's all I know." She was telling him that she had seen his death and some one else was there when he was burned. It's impossible to come back from the dead. But then again maybe not. Until she was eighteen , Taze did not believe there were such things as vampires. Until her soul mate told her who she really was. This was when Taze was in the orphange. And she had only one friend. And she showed other ways to live , to Taze. And Taze let her bite her. And ever since Taze has been what she has remained. Until she found out about the Death Dealers. And became friends with Selene. But not long after she met Alaric. And they fell in love... "Yes, we are." She was agreeing on with Trick where they were.
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Post by atreyu on Mar 30, 2008 14:48:23 GMT -5
Trick leans forward and grabs his Zastava from beside him and slings it over his shoulder before standing up and moving over towards the back of the wagon, hanging his legs over the edge before the wagon rattles to a stop.
Hopping off he lands and begins to shake violently. Grabbing onto the wagon to stedy himself a new image flashes threw his mind. It was that woman named beka again. This time he was laying on a bed and beka was beside him, talking about some kind of demon.
Being shaken out of his memory by one of the Death dealers that was with the convoy. 'Trick...We need to get going.' 'Ok.' Trick says quietly, trying to work up some saliva. His mouth had gone dry in the second or two that he was standing.
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