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Post by †Hannibal†Lecter† on Mar 14, 2008 13:08:46 GMT -5
[[ yes, I am back]] Hannibal smiled as he walked the familiar streets of Paris. I wonder if anyone will remember me, depressing thoughts crossed his mind as he looked over the beautiful city of lights. He looked over at a building that he emitted a small smile as he saw a ladder leading up to the high roof. Perfect. He immediately ran over to it, his dark trench coat flapping behind him, and started to climb.
Hannibal reached the top and looked over the bright lights. This is one of the only cities where it's as bright at night s it is day. Hannibal's smile widened until he was grinning from ear to ear. His pale face looked odd when it smiled, as if it wasn't use to the exercise. His maroon dress shirt was dirty and full of holes, his black jeans were patchy and looked as if they had been through a lot. His black trench coat was threadbare and travel worn. His body matched his clothes. Five o'clock shadow covered his smooth, white skin and his arms and legs were covered in healing scars. Strapped to his back, over his clothes, was a severely scratched sheath holding his large, perfectly shined, blade. The handle was entwined with red (maybe it used to be white, but not even Hannibal knew anymore) in the black leather.
Hannibal sat down, crossing his abnormally long legs, and closed his weary maroon eyes. He breathed in the fumes of the polluted city and smiled self-satisfactory. God, you never know how much you miss pollution when you're trapped on... He stopped there, chastising himself for thinking about that place again. For the past...while...Hannibal had been trapped on an island that he had retreated to to get his non-life back together. When he got there, he found that it still had a medieval opinion about vampires, and they imprisoned him and held him in a dank chamber, not feeding him but once a month. It was Hell in all meanings of the word. He had just gotten away three days ago.
But now I'm back. I'll never go back to that awful place for the rest of my borrowed time. He leaned his tired head in his hands and dozed lightly, feeling another mighty headache coming on.
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Post by draconlurwater on Mar 15, 2008 2:20:13 GMT -5
Calwyn was walking calmly around the streets of Paris. She didn't even know what she was doing here. She had a faint idea. She was lost. Mentally, not physically. Sort of a Cooper thing. When they were going through a rough time they came to Paris. No one knew why. It was almost as if she was drawn here. Drawn to this place. She would of morphed and gone for a fly but the danger was being seen. In Paris there were so many lights that she had just as much chance being seen in the night as she did in the day. That was a risk that she wasn't prepared to take. She knew better. She always had. Now that her memories had almost fully returned she found that she remembered almost all of her past. Except for a few bits. She also found that she had memories of almost every immortal and almost every city on earth. Guess that it what you would expect from a six hundred year old Draconlur....
Between Camrons death, Blaze's discovery, Rebakah's powers returning, Arwen's powers and Calwyns own search for her missing daughter she was completly worn out. Mentally and Physically. She sighed and sat on a bench for a second, holding her head in her hands and almost waiting for life to come to her. Eventually she stood up and moved off again, thinking quietly to herself about all that had happened. Calwyn stopped and her head whipped around as she caught a familer sense. Hannibal? She hadn't seen him in a while. Not since the time she had run into him on the beach after a major battle with Camron and almost died. That had been months ago. She looked around and tried to pin point his position through her powers. Nope. His mind was blocked. How she missed him....
Calwyn wondered why she had caught the sense of him just then. Odd. Suddenly the last few memories she had came back.... Watching. Beka. Trip. Water. Hannibal. Asking. 'My name is Hannibal.' Snapping. Calwyn hidden in the shadows. Watching. Beka sitting. 'What did they say.' Calwyn listening. Jumping. Moving to the next alley. Watching still. Camron. 'Who?' Heart racing. Silence. Beka, Hannibal, running. Waiting. Lycans morphing. Camron about to help. Calwyn stopping Camron. Watching Hannibal. Watching Beka. Fight. Knife. Injured. Vampire blood. Frowning. Blood. Morphing. Blue dragon, white dragon. Calwyn watching Beka, Hannibal. Healing. Sigh, thankful. Camron, helping Lycans. Calwyn roaring. Flying. Looking back. Thinking. We will meet again Hannibal.
Calwyn was surprised now. She had been watching Beka when she had first met Hannibal. That was why he had seemed so familer. And she had loved him then even though she didn't know him. She noticed that when he memories had come back that she had lent against the wall of a building. She looked at the wound on her wrist where there was a deep bite mark that was only just starting to heal. She was feeling quite strong but she was still taking a while to heal. The massive scar on her back was hidden by her black T-shirt and her jeans hid the scar on her leg. Her long golden hair was tied back tight in a ponytail and her bright blue eyes glowed with strength. and her golden skin was soft and unmarked as always. She stood up straight again.
Calwyn decided to risk it. She walked into an alley and jumped up onto a high roof top next to a ladder. Ladders were something Calwyn hated. Jumping was much quicker. When she landed on the top she was shocked though. There was hannibal. Sitting down on the very roof she was standing on. He looked like he had been through the mill though. Blood and scars. She smiled when she saw him. "Hannibal," She whispered to herself, just watching him. (So gald you're back. Got insparation today. But you probably only really need to read the last two parargraphs of the post.))[/size]
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Post by †Hannibal†Lecter† on Mar 15, 2008 20:29:54 GMT -5
[[ I'm back and kickin' haha]] Hannibal looked up as he too scented his long lost love. He turned to the sound of the music-sweet voice, his face shocked into an unbelieving stare, and saw her. Hannibal nearly fell off the roof with joy and stood up to great her, pushing the headache to one side and making room for soft memories to wash over him.
"Calwyn," his whisper was soft and hoarse at the same time, thick with emotion. Ever since he had been trapped in that dungeon, Hannibal's emotions had gone haywire. He had lived through every moment of his life in that dark pit and he still had a hard time desiphering what was real and what was not. He stood up, his knees popping, and slowly walked over to her, disbelieve still etched into his face.
He reached Calwyn and reached up to brush a stray hair from her beautiful face. His smile was soft and sad and his maroon eyes were filled with a sad kind of knowing. What he knew...he did not know, [[wow, that's weird. Just saying that he didn't know what he knew...]]but he knew he knew it.
Hannibal layed his long fingers against her smooth hair and suddenly hugged her tight, not wanting to believe that this was an illusion. His shaggy head rested on Calwyn's shoulder and a tear dripped off his long nose and onto her shirt.
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Post by draconlurwater on Mar 15, 2008 22:31:42 GMT -5
Calwyn almost frowned when she saw his wounds when he stood up, but she didnt. Her smile of joy much out weighted her worry and concern for him. That could come later. She heard him speak her name and her smile got slightly bigger but her concern grew as well. Something was wrong with him. She could see the look in his eyes when he looked at her and the sadness in his smile. Being a draconlur she was natural receptive to peoples emotions she Calwyn could tell right now that he had suffered greatly recently. Though with what she could not tell. She fell into his embrace when he wrapped his arms around her. She held him gently, not wishing to hurt him by touching his wounds. She buried her face at the base of his neck. She felt the tear and her smile slowly started to fade as she held him.
"I've missed you," She whispered to him. She felt his hand on her back and forced herself not to flinch. Although she knew that he would not be able to tell, his hand was resting right where the biggest and deepest part of her scar was. A part of the hate of her wound was the fact that Camron had given it to her. It still hadn't fully healed. It was still slightly red and sore but she didn't care about that at the moment. Slowly after a minute or two she pulled away, looking at him with worry. All her own problems had gone. She only care about Hannibal. That was the way it had always been. If someone of her family was having a rough time they came first, not her. And Hannibal was apart of her family. Even he hated another who was her family.
"What happened to you? You look as if you have been through hell and back," She said, concern openly showing in her voice now. Calwyn knew that many of the scars on his chest that she could sense were the old ones that she had seen in Russia. But some of them were new. The same for his arms and legs. She looked up towards him, looking into his eyes. She really had no choice but to look up to him, for Hannibal being seven foot and Calwyn only being six foot one, he had a great deal more height then she did.
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Post by †Hannibal†Lecter† on Mar 15, 2008 23:35:40 GMT -5
Hannibal was saddened to feel a slight bump of a wound on Calwyn's back. I will get whoever did this to her. Most of his saddness disappeared when he heard that she still loved him enough to miss him. 'I missed you.' "The only thing that kept me going was the thought that, if I got out, I'd see you again. And now I have. Calwyn, you've been with me every step of the way." He, reluctantly, let go of her slim body when she pulled away and looked into her clear, blue eyes.
'What happened to you? You look as if you have been through hell and back.' Hannibal immedietely closed down, his eye went blank and his mental walls went up. No, this isn't the same. I can tell her things. He slowly tore down his defences and his eyes cleared, but still darker than usual. "Um... I uh...I don't erm... really remember all of it. I uh...got kinda...trapped on this island. And they uh...," [/b] he struggled to find the right words, in his prison Hannibal hadn't talked to anybody, for the whole time he was kept there. Don't really um....appreciate the beauty that is the vampire." Hannibal looked down, still not recovering his old social charm.[/color][/blockquote]
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Post by draconlurwater on Mar 15, 2008 23:57:05 GMT -5
Calwyn smiled when he said that he had missed her as well. After all she had been through recently with Camron, Blaze, Rhiannon and even Arwen and Rebakah, she had had many fears rise up in her, especially after her memories returned. One of which was the fear of betrayal from those she loved, especially from those that were not her blood family. But she also heard what he said. 'If I got out'. Obviously he had been taken prisioner somewhere. That was something that almost every Cooper knew all to well. She feared the day that it happened to Blaze though. Just because it happened to almost every immortal it didn't mean that Calwyn wanted it to happen to him. Being held prisioner was a punishment worse then death for a draconlur, not being able to see the sky was cruel.
But Calwyn saw what happened when she asked what had happened to him. he closed up. He pulled away from her mentally. What had happened to him? When he slowly returned to her, his defenes dropping, Calwyn was frowning, worried about his reaction. Something bad. Who ever had done this to him she would really show the true meaning of out of control. Camron had learnt that and he was now rotting in the ground near the great wall of China. Buts his twisted explaination said it all. Imprisioned and they didn't feed him enough, nor did they be kind with their blows. Slowly a red rim of rage circled around her blazing blue eyes. She forced her anger back. When he lowered his head she placed a hand on his check and moved his face so that he was looking at her.
"I understand," She said, sadness in her voice, anger hidden in her eyes. "If you don't want to talk about it that's fine. But guess what, my memories have returned." She carefully and politly steered the conversation in a new direction. It was obvious that those memories were painful for him and that he was struggling to talk about it. She didn't want to push him. She still loved him, no matter what he had been though. [/size]
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Post by †Hannibal†Lecter† on Mar 16, 2008 6:18:21 GMT -5
Hannibal's face lit up when he heard the news. He looked up at Calwyn's his face glowing happiness for her. "Really? That terrific! You gotta tell me all about them!" [/b] He jumped on the opprotunity to change the subject and loved Calwyn for giving it to him. Hannibal was actually very happy that Calwyn's memories came back. He thought back to the last time he had seen her, god what a long time ago, and remembered that she had been constantly struggling to live with the loss of her past. The fact that that one struggle was over for her, made Hannibal very happy indeed.[/color][/blockquote]
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Post by draconlurwater on Mar 16, 2008 19:38:21 GMT -5
Calwyn was glad that she was right when she changed the subject and Hannibal willingly followed. The past was often a subject which could cause pain in the strongest minds and she knew that from experiance. Sometimes it was better to just forget. Although sometimes to forget is to remember when you least want to. As Calwyn found out. The red slowly started to fade from her eyes as she regained control of herself. She was flying into rages all to quickly now, especially now that with the recovery of her memories her powers had advanced to the state they use to be in. That and the fact that she remembered a lot of things which were constantly haunting her into anger and that made her temper even worse. Not that it mattered any more. She had her own life back and her love back and that was all that mattered.
"Not much to tell. I spent most of my life looking after my family, making sure that my sister didn't get herself killed. I often steered her away from you, not just for her sake but for yours. That is why I knew you in Russia. I had seen you before. I had watched you before as you hunted and such. Even then I had loved you," Calwyn said with a small smile at the corner of her lips. She didn't mention Blaze, Rhiannon or Camron. She thought that that might be slightly to much for him to handle at the moment. To know that she had a son, a missing daughter and she had killed her husband because he had been hunting her, almost killing her twice, and had scarred her back with his own talons. Not to mention beaten Blaze to a pulp and almost killed him. Hannibal didn't need to know all of that
She remembered how in Russia she had desperatly tried to figure out how she had known him. And now she knew. She had seen him before many many times. Even then, though she only knew that harder side of him that she had seen when he ran into her sister, she had loved him as much as she did now. Which made her love for him now even stronger. Knowing that she had felt a bond with him before. At least the spell she had cast to take away her memories had given her that. It had given her a life, a love, a family that all worked together - for the most part - and who she felt apart of instead of exiled like she usually did amoung other immortals and crowds.
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Post by †Hannibal†Lecter† on Mar 18, 2008 19:59:11 GMT -5
Hannibal hugged Calwyn, careful to curl his arms around hers instead of touching her sore back. There's something she's not telling me. Whatever, it pays to know that some one was looking for you." He smiled into her shoulder and then pulled away, holding her at arms length to look at her, the smiles from his eyes gone. "Calwyn. I know you're not telling me something. Probobly thing that it'll be too much for me. But, I'm still the....man that you knew. I can handle whatever you've been going through. Please, Calwyn, tell me about your life. I want to know about you." He hadn't known that she had known him before, and he wondered what else he didn't know about the love of his life.
Suddenly Hannibal jumped, he heard something, a loud something off in the distance. "What was that?" He murmered to himself, making sure that Calwyn had heard it too, but didn't want to ask straight out. Ever since he had come back, Hannibal had been having these weird visions. Like a war zone while h was trying to sleep, or a loud concert when he was walking around. Things like that. Now, Hannibal wasn't sure if those bomb-like noises were part of another of these or not.
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Post by draconlurwater on Mar 18, 2008 21:29:44 GMT -5
Calwyn almost visably winced when Hannibal looked at her, no smile in his eyes and voice serious. Damn. She hated not being able to lie convincingly to him. It was an absolute pain. She had to tell him. She should be able to tell him anything. She sighed and smiled sadly. He had a right to know. "I have a son. And possibly a daughter though I do not know if she is even alive, I have not been able to find her. Blaze and Rhiannon. I only found out a month or so ago." She said, hoping that he wouldn't be angry or upset with her. She wouldn't blame him though. Then she heard a loud noise and saw how Hannibal reacted to it. Calwyn, her eyesight being naturally good, swung around and looked towards it.
She had heard the sound and knew that something was going on but she could not see anything for it was hidden by the rooves and the buildings between them and the noises source. She stepped forward, rasied her face to Hannibals and gently brushed her lips against his for a second before taking his hand and pulling slightly back. "Come on. I don't know what that was but it didn't sound good." She said softly. How she would like for just once to be alone with him and not have the war or any stupid other mortals or immortals alike disrupting their lives and making sure that they could never have a moments peace. It was infuriating. She had lived through six hundred years of this and it was becoming weiry. Very. Then a thought came to her and she smiled. She was older then the man she loved. [/size]
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