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Tylia went into a painful coughing fit, doubled over in agony. Some of the potion had mad it down her throat, and she wanted to cry as she felts the effect of it- sleepiness, confusion..The demon conjured up a huge wall of fire, but it curled back around itself. It showed that he was a bit vain, and self protective. He then started to shoot jets of fire towards the intruders. His aim was hardly accurate, but the scorching heat of just being close was enough.
((Sorry for the few misspellings in the last post. I wrote it when I was half asleep, which was probably a bad idea.))
Tylia slumped back, her broken body slamming on the cold floor. Her hair fanned out behind her, her bruised skin dark against the natural paleness. The demon kept shooting jets of fire at Fabain, angered for no reason at all. However, he kept missing. The stream of heat kept hitting behind the vampire, rather than his shield.
Tylia struggled to pull herself up, her mind swimming with confusion. All that was left of her past was locked away in the depths of her mind, replaced by what the magician told her. The demon's power sputtered, the wall of flames lowering in a moment of weakness. The tower was suddenly cold, the absence of the searing heat sudden. The demon managed to break eyes and stumble back, but he was now undefended.
((I have to go for a bit, stopping for a dessert.))
Tylia slumped back to ground, weak from the effects of the spell and the earlier beating. Geoffrey stumbled through the trees, covered in blisters and burns. The demon disintegrated into ashes, which spread away in the faint wind. The fire sizzled until it burnt out, leaving the scorched bodies of men in its wake.
((Happy Holidays!))Geoffrey nodded, confused but still obeying. "Yes, sir." He saluted and turned to retreat back to the tower. Tylia whimpered in pain, her vision swimming hecticly.
The barren room echoed Fabian's words. All that was left was the faint scent of the two, and drops of Tylia's blood spattered across the floor.
((I just got back from the family Christmas party... That was very loud and tiring.))Tylia stumbled forward and back before regaining her balance. Wave after wave of pain kept hitting her. "You said... You said my name was Page... Not girl..." She almost fell back to the ground.
The remainder of the men made a weak circle around the magician, in case any danger were to threaten them. With the demon supposedly busy in the tower, they had no other protection.
Tylia cries out in pain, her cheek already raw. She stumbled back, tears filling her eyes, towards the edge of the circle of men, her back to Fabian. The soldiers themselves straightened at the presence of the growl, and looked around wildly.
((Neuuu... I'll probably be here if you return soon.))
The men fought back, but were still weakened by the demon. Almost all were easily defeated. Tylia shook with fear and pain, looking around wildly. Her frightened voice rang out in the small clearing. "Wh-What is happening?!"
((Hm... I don't know! I want there to be more of this chase for Tylia but I also want for Fabian to start struggling with regaining her memory. I can't decide! Um... You choose?))
Tylia pulled herself up, the dark of the town confusing her already broken mind. She could hear the frustrated shouting off the man, the one who had slapped her, off to her left, so she started to back away to the right.Tylia felt something hard dig into the bottom of her shoe, and looked down to see a glimmer. Kneeling down, the glimmer focused into a ring. It was familiar to Tylia, although she couldn't say why. Scooping it up in her hand, she turned to run as the shouting grew closer.
Tylia stumbled, pressing herself against the wall of a building. There was fear in her eyes, fear that hadn't been directed towards Fabian since the night she awoke in dungeon. "Wh-Who are you?!" She whispered, tears filling her eyes. Was he someone come to bring her back to the cruel man?
Tylia jerked her hand away from Fabian's before he could do so much as brush against her. "Wh-Who a-a-are y-you?!!" She asked again, blinking. Tears slid down her cheeks, the beaten and bruised cheeks that matched the rest of her frail body. "And my name isn't T-Tylia. It's P-Page."
"A magic ring?" Tylia looked down at her clenched fist. Slowly, she reached up, and instead of taking Fabian's hand, she dropped the ring into his palm, still shimmering with magic. The disoriented girl wasn't quite sure why she had given Fabian the ring. Part of her trusted him, but not much. At least he wasn't slapping her, like the other man had.
"He said my name is Page," Tylia protested being called Tylia. Her scared and dark eyes stared at his bloodstained hand for a moment before she slowly lifted her hand and set it in his. Her poor hand shook with fear and her limp curls covered the frown on her face.
((Sorry about that, I crashed in the middle of writing a response.))Tylia's hand was tense in Fabian's. She didn't remember anything about him, not one moment that they had spent together. "Where do we go?" Tylia asked warily, looking around for the cruel man.
Tylia tensed at his touch, for the Tylia that had been comfortable and understanding with Fabian was locked away in the darkness of her mind. She looked around the brightening city and bit her bottom lip, afraid. Once they stopped at the door to the stall, she tugged herself away from Fabian and shot him an subtle and angry look.
Tylia made her way inside. The light from inside made her injuries more prominent, for any to see. There were bruises and cuts covering her face, her arms, and her legs. Also she had yet to speak up about it, Tylia's body ached, especially her whipped back. It stung no matter which way she moved, the gashes mostly hidden by the ripped back of her dress.
((Sure! ^^))The boy dashed off, recruiting many of the other orphans who wandered the streets. Soon, one of the older girls was knocking on the door to Raynard's home. She was only helping because the little boy was her brother, not because she believed him.
Tylia stared at the blood welling up on Fabian's wrist with her mouth slightly agape. She seemed a bit horrified by the offer, and shook her head in disgust, then winced in pain at the sudden movement.
"My brother's looking for a fancy man with a lass. Said someone's missing 'em." The girl said in her street drawl. Tylia shook her head again, refusing it. She didn't believe that the blood of this stranger would heal her, in fact she believed it would hurt her more.
The girl quickly spoke again, grabbing the edge of the door before it closed. "Well, have ya seen two people like that around? My brother's worked himself up trying to find 'em. Like he's under a spell or somethin'." Tylia bit her bottom lip nervously before nodding. "Alright..." She agreed. She was in an awful lot of pain, especially whenever she moved.
The girl rolled her eyes and left. She had suspicions that Raynard really did know where the mysterious couple was, but wasn't going to press the issue any further. Tylia winced in pain as he washed her face, the dirt and blood wiping away to reveal her pale face. When he pressed his lips to her hand, Tylia quickly tugged it away- but not before she felt a familiar tingling.
"Where will we go?" Tylia asked quietly, glancing towards the door nervously. Her hands shook with fear and pain, and she fiddled with a ripped strand of her ruined riding dress.
Tylia's hands tensed at Fabian's touch and she resisted the urge to pull them away. "Why does he want me?" She asked in her scared voice. "I don't remember anything..."
Tylia pulled her hands from Fabian's when he said she was special to him. "I get the feeling that I've not been special to anyone for a long time, and that will continue to be true." Tylia said in a shaky voice. "And my name, is Page.""I think I 'ave, but no proof. One of the shop owners got irritated when I asked about the couple, but it might be 'cause I'm an urchin and all, ya know?" The girl crossed her arms, looking bored.
((Not sure if you got the link or not, but here it is.))
((Hey, do you still want to do this?))
((I'd love to continue! However, I was about to get off goodreads since I'm about half asleep and need to reread everything I type, so I'll have to respond in the morning. Well, actually, I'll start working on my response now, since I still love this role play, but it'll take awhile so that it'll make sense.))
((Here we go! Now I'm going to sleep.))Tylia shook her head, although it was a blatant lie. Her back stung quite horribly, and she was still sore from the portal transport. The various wounds she had on her arms were still stinging as well, but less so than all the others. Her dark hair fell in matted tangles around her face, but she made no move to correct it. Swallowing hard, she nervously flicked her eyes up at the vampire before looking at her dirtied hands. "I am Page!" She finally whispered in a cracking voice, refusing to believe her name was Tylia.
The girl shrugged and led the mysterious man in the vague direction of the shop keeper. She didn't quite remember where he was, since she didn't think the man would actually want to check. Once she had reached the street the shop was on, she shrugged. "Somewhere down 'ere, don't be expectin' me to remember."
Tylia lets out a cry of surprise, tensing her back. She was about to wrench away and shout at the vampire, until she felt her wounds healing. "Wh-Wh-What are y-you doing?!" She exclaimed in fear, the pain slowly fading into a dim soreness, glancing over her shoulder at the man... Fabian, his name was Fabian. That's what he said, right? Or was it the girl, with the black hair... Tylia blinked, confused. She hadn't seen a black haired girl. What was she thinking?"I don't remember! Aren't ya listenin'? It was a house with a black door, or a red one... I think..." She trails off, shrugging, crossing her arms. "Just go door ta door, or somethin'. That's what I did."
Tylia flinched slightly when Fabian turned her around, squeezing her eyes shut as he kissed across her face. Once he pulled away, she looked over herself, the cuts fading into small scars- although her back would forever be marked with the large scars from the cruel man's whip. She barely hesitated this time, when Fabian scooped his arm around her waist to tug her along. As the door burst open, she shouted with fear, crying out in pain as she collapsed to the ground, scraping her freshly healed arm. Once she had recovered enough to look up, she saw the man who had slapped her, the one that was supposedly Fabian's brother. Fear flooded her face. The urchin girl watched with slight fear, for she didn't think that bringing the man to the house would cause anyone harm. "Hey, what are you doin'?!" She called wildly, running up to the side of the mysterious man.
Tylia stumbled backwards, unable to wrench her eyes from Fabian's helpless self, being tormented by the cruel man. She couldn't bring herself to run, not wanting to leave Fabian behind. He had saved her life, healed her, and while she didn't remember a thing about him, part of her old connection was returning. She trembled with fear, tears streaming down her cheeks. Would Fabian's brother kill him? She choked down a sob at the thought, backing into the wall of the house. The girl stood, watching in horror, for a few more moments. It was her fault this poor couple had been found, and it would be her fault if they were killed. Thinking only of their lives, and perhaps a reward if what she did succeeded, she picked up a rock and tossed it from hand to the next. "Hey, Mister!" She shouted, waiting until the wizard was looking right at her to throw the rock, aiming directly at his face.
Tylia stood, helpless as she watched. A strangled cry escaped her lips as she saw the axe, fear coursing through her veins. The urchin, on the other hand, was now determined to help, knowing it was she who had doomed this man. She picked up another rock and threw it, aiming for the wizard's hand, trying to get the man's attention on her. The man he was trying to kill had fangs, that see could see clear as day. If she distracted the wizard and the other man could break free, he could bite the wizard. But that was only if she could break the wizard's attention. Meanwhile, other urchins she had taken care of on the testing streets had heard the commotion, coming to see what was happening. Seeing the urchin girl throwing rocks at the wizard, a wizard who was trying to kill someone, they all followed like sheep. Rocks soon came from all directions, although the aim was poor, and many missed, everyone trying to distract the wizard.
((Sorry to be buggy, I just saw you comment on a request thread and wanted to remind you of this so... Yeah.))
((No problem. I don't mind waiting, I just wanted to make sure you didn't forget.))
((Hey, I'm about to fall asleep, but I just wanted to give you another reminder. Sorry for being so buggy... It was probably easier when I wasn't that good at role playing and didn't give/want such long responses. xD))
((Oh my gods, that's a lot. It makes sense, but I don't think I'll be able to do more than a paragraph. I have a hard time sitting and typing everything out, I'd much rather just imagine it. Is that alright? I can try and do more if you'd prefer that, though.))
The urchins, who had been watching in awe, suddenly scattered at the appearance of more adults. Tylia had slid to the floor once the dismemberment had begun, absolutely terrified. Hearing the footsteps approach her, she timidly looked up, fearing that the wizard had somehow managed to win. Some fear sparked in her eyes when she saw the blood spattered vampire, but it was nearly overruled by a relief of seeing the vampire. "A-Are you a-alright?!" Tylia asked while she tried to pull herself up, but stumbled back into the wall when she heard more screams echo through the crowd. The Constable soon arrived, and the woman who had first screamed pointed out the vampire. "It was he! He killed the man!" She said hysterically. The Constable and his men began to approach Fabian, making Tylia panic even more.
"Wh-What a-a-are we going t-to do?" She asked Fabian, pulling herself up and moving behind him, watching the now livid crowd that didn't know the whole story. Her eyes strayed to that destroyed body of the wizard, and she flinched, the blood frightening her. If Fabian was capable of that, who's to say he wouldn't do it again? However, the thought was dismissed and replaced by an odd trust, left over in her locked away mind.
((You're back to your old profile picture!))
((Hope I'm not too buggy or anything, just that it's tonight now. I'll probably be on for a little while longer, despite the fact I should have been asleep awhile ago.))
A man of fire materialized at the top of the stairs. He shouted something, still angered by his imprisonment, but then his eyes lingered on Eliza and Fabian. Sneering, he closed the distance between them, the heat emanating from himself searing.