Don't leave me here - pafp

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    [font=Georgia]OOC: A girl gets lost in a blizzard around Christmas time and finds an old slightly creepy mansion in the middle of nowhere. She enters it. Inside it is very warm and inviting. The young man who owns this mansion (and lives in it) is actually a hungry vampire, he does not want to hurt her though. He lets her spend a couple nights there, and forms a huge crush on her. The girl gets comfy and never wants to leave. The house is actually cursed so you never want to leave and die in it. What will happen?


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    I was looking for a human...

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    A young man walked out from a room behind the girl, his socks not making a sound on the shiny white marble. Though the house was old, it appeared extremely well cared for. The floors were freshly moped and everything was neatly arranged and dusted. There were no lights on oddly enough...
    When he he saw the girl, his eyes widened. There was a girl here. She could not be here. It was dangerous here. There was nothing here for her but impending doom. She would be trapped here. But she had to stay. He needed her to stay. Besides it would be far to cold for her outside. But she could not stay here. It was too dangerous...Oh, what should he do? He bit his lip and swallowed...What should he do?


    It did not matter how much he needed it, the needs of the dead were not important. She needed to live, that was what was important. She needed to leave.


    "...H-hello, ma'am." He called, walking over to her. "You can not just walk into someone's residence and just make yourself at home."

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    Name: "Dean Franklin Harvor."
    Age: "Can we just stick with 16 or 17? No? *sighs* 1,952 years old. Happy?"
    Gender: "I did not realize there was any question... Male."
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    Arina sighed as she walking inside the unknown mansion. Holding herself tightly after spending so much time outside in the cold. She didn't seem to be warming up any but she would hope she would. On the outside, the mansion looked abandoned but that seemed to change as a unknown voice was heard. She turned around and faces a male who didn't seem to be all that scary as she would've taken to note.


    "Oh ....um...hello"She stuttered as she was freezing and slightly intimidated by this man,"I didn't mean to come in.....it was just to cold out...."

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    [color=#FFFFFF]IC: the young man opened his mouth but closed it again. She could not simply go, it was freezing outside there was a blizzard. Besides, she was already here. One night would not give the house Enough time to fully set the curse on her. There was plenty of room for her, and he could use the company.


    But standing there, the boy found himself drooling over the young woman. He had not had anything to drink in years. However tempting it may be, he intended to keep his stomach empty. The needs of the dead were not important.


    After a long while of pondering, "only because I know it is very cold out there, you can stay one night, but then you have go back to where you came from." He told her, wanting to make himself clear that she stay no longer than she must.

    "I thank you so much.....I promise I'll be out before you can wake up in the morning"She slightly bowed her head and glanced around to see that the inside of the house was better then the outside. Arina looked around and smiled. She completely forgot that he was standing right there as she started walking around and found his mansion impressive. "D-Do you live here alone?.....It seems pretty big for a single person.?"

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    He sighed a bit, nodding. He knew it was too big for him, but it was not like he could just leave... he was trapped here, and he liked it that way. He would never have to worry about hurting someone...until now.
    “Yes, I do unfortunately. this house has been in my family’s possession for centuries, and though I have no one to share it with, I do not intend on leaving it.”


    Though his words were all true, the way in which he spoke them made his situation seem different than it was in reality. Though he did not really want to leave, knew he could not if he tried. That was the reason why he had no one to share it with.
    “I enjoy the peace and quiet.”
    he added, which he had to admit to himself was a straight out lie. He was so sick of the silence that he sometimes just called out randomly to feel the sensation of sound in his ears. He often thought of his family, and how much they used to love music. His sister could play 17 different instruments before he hack killed her. His father was a conductor and his little brother had always tried to follow in his footsteps. Even his mother, who had never learned to play anything listened to the record player constantly. He wished he had never broken those records. He had been stupid to do such a thing.


    Nevertheless, he had to lie to her so she would think he did not mind living alone, and intended to continue with it. Otherwise, he was afraid she would want to stay longer. Humans were social creatures who liked to be around other humans. Vampires were not supposed to be nearly as social...at least, not with their own kind.

    She turned to face him"I do suppose the peace and quiet is a good thing but it would get to quiet and start to feel .....weird"She had said from her own experience. Her father was never home and her mother died after giving birth to her younger brother. The only who who cared in her family was her little brother. She felt bad now that she left her little brother with their abusive father and known that her father would hurt him. She pushed the thought away as she remembered her own scars her father gave her. She looked down and turned her back to him as she felt a strange aura enter as if someone called upon a beast. The feeling of uneasiness raced around her as she kept glancing around. "Well um I guess I'll be getting out of your way..."She said looking around and started to walk even though she didn't know where she was going.

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    He blinked, surprised by her comment about getting out of his way.
    “Do not worry yourself over being out of my way, you are, after all, my guest.”
    He noticed her lack of confidence in her steps, knowing she must not know where she was going.
    “Let me show you to a room you can stay in.”
    He offered gently, thought he was slightly nervous about sleeping here. The beds were a little too comfy, and the rooms were wonderfully inviting and comfortable. The room changed based on its most current occupants preferences. It was freaky, if you realized it. His Brother had gone through a phase of loving the color red. When he was eight, his walls were red, his bed sheets were red, his carpet of the room was red. The room literally changed itself to suit it’s occupant’s preferences. the beds were always comfortable to every person who laid down in them. The bed conformed to the occupants needs. The day he was bitten, Dean had found that the windows he used to have in his room had disappeared, and the lights had stopped working, allowing him to sleep during the day in peace. His door even locked from the inside during the day, so no one could disturb him without his consent.


    However he could not leave without a room, and he supposed that he was slightly curious to see what his sister’s room would shift to look like. He brought her up a grand stair case lit by candles, and lined with a soft velvety carpet.

    Arina turned and faced him"Um...that would be helpful and um....I would really consider me your guest when I'm just staying until the snow starts to calm.."She smiled and walked to him slowly looked up at the stairs. She smiled as his house was a lot more inviting then she must have thought. She kept her back to him as a slight bit of one of her scars was showing on her neck. She kept looking up at the stairs in awed.

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    He swallowed, and answered,
    "right. "
    Quietly, leadingvher upstairs and stopping in front of the door to his sister's room.
    "this is your room. Go ahead and make yourself at home."
    He told her, not touching the door. She had to be the one that opened it, or the room would become exactly like his.

    She slightly smiled. She gave him a slight bow"I still thank you and please do sleep well..."She said and touched the door nob softly as she stood back up. Turning the door nob, she pushed it open to peer at the room of his dead sister. Though she didn't know that he had any siblings or that this was his sisters room. She turned to look at him and smiled again."I still hope its no trouble at all to be staying here....."She half whispered as if she seemed to be pushing him into something he didn't want to be in.

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    "It's no trouble."
    He ensured,
    "Is there anything else you need, or...?"
    He asked her as he started to walk away, back to his room on the bottom floor. He was anxious to back away from the girl, because inside he was going insane, blood so close after so long without it. The vampiric part of him, his gut, screamed at him to bite her. Internally he was struggling so much it made his head hurt.

    "Nope I'm fine, thank you though..."She smiled and walked into the room slowly shutting the door behind her. Looking around, she found herself attracted to this room. She even found herself slightly attracted to the boy who owned this lovely mansion. He seemed to be interesting and she wanted to get to know this boy.

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    Dean headed back down the stairs, away from the girl,. When he got to his door, he shuddered. He wad not sire of he could last like this...he opened the door and closed it behind him, at sat on his bed. Maybe he should try and sleeo now so he could stay awake with her tomorrow? He shrugged. It could do no harm. He laid down on top of thr covers, staring at the ceiling boredly.




    Sitting on the bed, she removed her winter coat and placed it against the chair that was real close. Laying back, she sighed and closed her eyes hoping that everything at home was fine. She found herself slightly falling asleep. Curled into a ball on his sisters bed, she sleep lightly but soundlessly.