ROLEPLAY HQ - of-blood-and-roses

The coffee mug touched her lips, as bespectacled eyes gazed out the window. She didn't need them of course, her eyesight was perfect, one could say, almost supernatural. And it was. But the glasses, they gave the girl a sense of comfort, a memory of what would soon be her previous life. Cerys. Redheaded, blue eyed, and a vampire. A newly turned on at that. The girl has no idea who has turned her, she hadn't seen his face. Only that he was taller than her 5ft height, much taller. And hard, like a wall of stone. She could only remember waking up with an amulet on her chest. And she had soon found out what that amulet was for. She had prepared to go out, her classes had started in an hour, and her skin, now a milky colour, has begun to blister. And then there had been the bloodlust. The sounds of hearts pounding, of blood rushing through veins, and Cerys had gazed at throbbing arteries. She was going insane, that was the only answer. That had been 5 days ago. 5 torturously long days, and now... she was starving. Food had done nothing for her. All the things she once enjoyed, now tasted like ash in her mouth. They were heavy on her tongue, and she had lost all energy. Am I going crazy? She thought, as she lay on the bed of her apartment, listening as her neighbour watched the same episode of Dr Phil for the 15th time.

12:42

Cerys could hear everything, as if it were in the same room. So weak, yet so alert. Starving, Cerys was starving. That led to wear she sat now, in a warm cozy cafe on campus grounds. The morning has been strange. The newborn vamp had gone to class, as usual, while those heartbeats beat loudly around her, but something was different. Hey eyes were particularly drawn to one such neck. It was pounding heavily, and unbeknownst to Cerys, her eyes were bleeding into a brilliant red. Starving. I'm starving. That thought ran heavily around her mind, and her jaw it began to ache. It was then that the bell rang, and the professor grabbed her arm. Looking up, startled, Cerys saw a grave expression, one that told her that he knew. And that was how she found herself sitting at this very cafe, with the professor that knew what she was, a coffee in her hands.

Jayle Hughes. thats the name he was currently going with, though he can hardly remember his birth name given to him centuries ago. and yet, he still looked mid thirties to early forties. the reason? well, he was a vampire. turned by his own father when his father was turned, and Jayle didnt know who turned him. if he did, he probably would have felt a tad better about the situation. Alas, he didnt, and his situation was less than pleasant. his old nest had always told him he would find his mate, a soul he matched, yet he never did. of course, time and age bittered him to the thought of love, to the possibility of finding a partner to live forever with. that was until he met Cerys on the first day of september when classes resumed from summer holiday and she was put in his lecture. he was a history teacher, and taught his students about certain wars and historical events that make up today's society. he found the job rather fitting for him, since he had lived and fought in some of these wars and events. When he felt the connection between him and Cerys, it was almost unbearable. it was worse than being newly turned, it felt like his blood was boiling with emotion and longing, longing for part of his soul. So he watched, made sure she stayed safe, ensured she remained in the class. he looked forward to their interactions, he followed her home everyday to ensure she was safe. he knew how cruel the world was, and he was not letting a human life stop him from being with his match his plan was to keep watching her for years and make sure she lived a good life until she would have matched his physical age. in his mind, it would give her a chance to live before her eternal death with him... yet one night, when he followed her home... he couldnt stop himself, it happened so fast for him. (edited)

he still hasnt forgiven himself, almost a week since. he didnt think he could, turning someone that... forcefully... even spooked himself. he had never felt the urgancy he felt that night. he forced himself to attend his lectures, since he knew she would too attend, and so he watched her every day. when Jayle saw Cerys snap, her thirst taking over actions, he knew he needed to stop her. grabbing her arm with his speed, he knew she needed to feed. he brought her to a quiet cafe with little words, but he knew his expression told his knowledge. how could it? he brought her to a table in the corner, inconspicuously hidden from the main room's view. when the waitress brought over two coffees, he takes a deep breath and takes a flask out of his shoulder bag he had brought with him and pours some of the liquid from the inside into his own cup. it looked black and thin, yet it was certainly blood. her senses should have told her that. he caps it off and sets it on the table in front of her and says "you'll need this" ( @Koala Aly )

Professor Jayle Hughes, the history teacher. Cerys had always loved history, had wanted to be a historian, and when she was placed in the history class, she hadn't expected the teacher to be so young. Or so good looking. She had been stunned, that was for sure, but had quickly shaken herself from her reverie, eager for the lectures. Taking a pen and notebook from her bag, Cerys had readied herself for the lesson. Professor Hughes was a great teacher, and Cerys an avid student and it was no surprise that she quickly rose the ranks. She had even stayed late, to catch up on any work she may have missed out. That in itself had endeared her to Jayle, or so she felt, anyways. In his lectures, he was rather cold, frosty, yet when they were alone, it felt like he thawed, just a little bit. It sent flutters through her. It shouldn't have, but it did. He smiled and laughed, and so did she. This made her the subject of jealousy. Jayle was a handsome man, by all means, and that led quite a few people to be rather enamored by him. And that led Cerys herself to be jealous. Why? She'd had no idea, it wasn't like he was hers, and she was foolishly tricking herself into thinking they had a connection.

18:48

Cerys had told herself that he was probably married, something, anything to stop her pining. And it had worked, for a while, even as their conversations continued. "You'll need this." Those were the words that jerked her from her reverie. Eyes of the brightest blue turned on the man before her, and the newborn vampire watched as he poured a very red, very dark liquid into her cup. The smell hit her like a freight train, and all too suddenly, her jaw began to ache. It was that same ache that she had felt in the classroom, and she knew that if she ran her tongue across her teeth, she'd find fangs. Previously blue eyes had gained a crimson hue, but with the waning sunlight in the cafe, it wasn't noticeable. "And if I don't want it?" Her voice quivered as she spoke quietly, her eyes trained on the man before her. He knew what she was, she could see that in his expression, but how? Her fingers drummed on the table, her fingernails bitten, a sign of her growing anxiety, and she glanced between the cup and Jayle. Cerys did want it, the blood, and she took short, shallow breaths through her mouth, as she tried to control herself. This lust, it wasn't something the newborn vamp liked, in fact, it felt like she couldn't breathe, like her throat was closing up, her lungs drying out. It was a terrible feeling, and Cerys was at her absolute limit. With shaking hands, she reached out to the mug, fighting her every urge to snatch and down the lifesaving liquid. Keeping her eyes on the professor, she brought the mug to her lips, taking a small sip. That small sip turned into a gulp, and soon, her coffee and blood mixture was gone, the slightest tinge of red on her lips. A tongue ran across those lips, taking up any extra blood she may have missed. It was then a terrible feeling ran through Cerys, and she hugged herself, her small form quivering. "I'm a monster...aren't I?" She asked, her eyes, blue once more, moving up to meet Jayle's.

@Lil Beanz

Jayle took a shaky breath, one hardly noticeable. seeing his mate in pain hurt him too, he knew exactly what her thirst was like. he fed somewhat regularly, enough to keep him from hurting someone but not enough to get him addicted, though every time he fed he always wanted more. she didnt want this, he knew that. he knew she didnt want to have her life ripped from her, so he says calmly, trying to combat her doubt "I know, but if you starve yourself, you'll end up killing someone." when she gulped down the coffee, he takes the flask and caps it, returning it to his bag. "you're not a monster, you didnt have a choice. and if you havent fed until now, it means no one got hurt... you're the victim in this. if anyone's the monster, its the creature that turned you" he says, a backhand comment on himself. since he turned her, he did feel like a monster. what's the difference between him and the vampires that killed people regularly? since he was first turned, he swore to never bite or turn someone, and yet he broke his promise to himself when he did just that. "I can fix you a flask like mine to put in a purse or something you keep with you, its just dyed with food colouring and watered down. its better than nothing, but not as good as the real thing" he used to only drink blood, yet he found it harder to control his urges to kill when he did. so when he became a teacher, he needed to learn how to control himself. ( @Koala Aly

Cerys watched hungrily as Jayle put the flask away, her eyes watching his every move. He said she wasn't a monster, but that was exactly what she felt like, a monster. Sighing, the newborn vamp ran her tongue across her teeth, poking her newly formed fangs. Even when retracted, her canines felt sharper than usual, and were extremely sensitive to touch. It was like she were biting into an ice cream. Turning to the professor once more, Cerys leaned forward, her eyes trained on his, and rested her arms on the table. A flask like his. That meant that he too... was a vampire. "Who turned you? And why... are you helping me?" She asked softly, biting her lower lip. It was something she did when she was nervous, it was almost as bad as her nail biting. Cerys had spent a rather large amount of time with the professor, and it wasn't something she'd have ever thought he was, a vampire. Jayle had kept it so well hidden. Cerys felt somewhat hurt, and the hadn't divulged that particular piece of information, but now that she was in his shoes, the former human could understand why. "Please.. I don't want to hurt anyone.." Cerys accepted his offer, her fingers playing with the ends of her sweater. Heaven forbid she hurts someone. Her mind flashed back to that student, how she had heard his heartbeat, watched the blood pulse in his neck. Shaking her head, she frowned, casting a worried gaze around the cafe. Another question ran through her mind, and she asked it, her fingers moving up to push a strand of red hair behind her ear. "What do I do now?" Cerys was miserable, that much was obvious, and it wasn't just her new vampirism that worried her. While both the professor and the student were adults, to be seen together, it would spark rumours, and such rumours could hurt Jayle's career. Cerys didn't want that, and a deep part of her worried that she wouldn't see him again if that happened.

@Lil Beanz

He wanted to tell her about his origin, how he lived his own life, and why he was helping her... but he knew it couldn't be divulged in right this moment. he takes out a pad of paper and simply sets it in front of him, setting a pen next to it. he says quietly to her "i suggest you quit any extracurricular activities you're in. it lessens the chance of a misstep. the next few years of your life is going to be very isolated, and that's if you never feed on pure blood. when i was first turned, i went after blood banks and fed that way, but it worsened the cravings. keep it watered down and you should be fine... after that, you can start to live a normal life again, but it's going to be hard. I live alone right outside town, so if you need a place to stay you can go there. I do think you should miss classes until you can get a grip of your new life, and while on campus, especially in my class, ill help you through it all" he pauses, quickly surveying the room. he knew it was going to be rough for her "and if anyone asks you anything that can relate to what you now are, avoid them at all costs. chances are they are a hunter, and hunters want us dead" ( @Koala Aly

"I can't miss my classes... I can't." Cerys looked absolutely miserable. Her face was drawn, pale, and her fingers had turned into claws on her wrist. Her classes were the one thing she had left that was normal, and she wasn't willing to give them up. But even now, that thirst clawed at her throat, and she turned her head to gaze out of the window. Her whole world had turned upside down. Cerys watched as various students walked past with their friends, laughing and joking without a care in the world. Were they human? Or a monster like herself? She didn't know what was real and what wasn't anymore. "Isn't it better," she paused, "For me to be around people? Get used to the smells?" It seemed like a logical option, if she put cravings aside. It was perfectly logical, if she couldnkeep others safe. "Should I... stay with you?" Another logical question, if a bit forward. It went across the same vein as being better than being alone. If her hunger, her thirst hit again, who's to say her neighbour would be safe? Cerys couldn't stomach the thought of waking up, having killed someone. If that wasn't enough to worry about, the news of hunters certainly was. She wasn't to trust anyone. She would live a life of fear. Cerys couldn't do this, and one tear made it's way down her cheek, pale pink in colour, while her bottom lip trembled. "Why me?"

@Lil Beanz

"your classes would still be there when you are ready" he says. her next question was certainly logical, yet it wasnt the best option. he says "if you throw yourself out there before you are ready, then people can get hurt, including yourself. but if you get used to who you are now, the transition from who you were to who you are now will be much easier." his stomach drops when he sees her lip tremble and a tear roll down her cheek. he had done this, he had caused her this pain. from selfish reasons, the thought of taking her back to his home and ending her suffering crosses is mind. but he knew if he simply killed her, her life would have been cut short and she never would have enjoyed the benefits of life, even if some were already reduced the only words he could think of saying was, "I... dont know. ive always seen things as they happen for a reason, even if they dont work in our favor" putting her through this pain was more than he could handle. he takes a shaky breath and says "yeah, staying at my place would be best, I dont want any risks" ( @Koala Aly

Cerys sighed. Jayle wasn't going to let this go, she knew. Placing a her chin on her hand, she wiped away the tear with the other, and gazed at her history professor. How had he done it? Did he have someone to help him too? Cerys couldn't fathom how one's life could change so much, yet here she was, about to do exactly that. "Well. Could you at least bring me my work? I don't want to fall behind." Cerys asked, her blue eyes hopefully. Truth me told, she wasn't taking that many classes, mainly History and Art. The art was a class she used to wind down, and it wasn't particularly difficult for her. Softly grasping Jayle's hand, Cerys gave it a light squeeze. "Thank you Professor. For helping me. And... for stopping me." A tremor ran through the younger vampire, as she recalled that ache in her jaw. She was glad that the student was safe, at least. The cafe bell chimed, and a group of girls walked in, Cerys' classmates. She quickly withdrew her hand, placing them abruptly in her lap. She didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea, even if she had enjoyed the spark of electricity that shot between their hands. "I'll get some things together, and then we go to yours?"

@Lil Beanz

"of course, il bring you any assignments. and for mine, you dont need to worry, history is something you can really learn any time. what classes do you have?" when he felt her hand, her touch, everything seemed worth it. all the lives he had intertwined with, all the times he almost lost control or even did... even when he lost control with her and turned her, it seemed worth it to feel that touch, it all seemed worth every second, even if it was so small. which it was, since he pulled his hand harshly away. he knew if their dynamic went public he would have to move again, and that would rip her away from what little security she had "yeah, ill drive. ill find a substitute for the rest of my classes for the day and we can get you settled." ( @Koala Aly (edited)