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Vampires vs. Werewolves Roleplay (The one with twilight charries)
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Nymronyn
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Jun 02, 2014 01:25PM
"What the hell?!" Alek snapped, grabbing his leg.
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Christian just nodded towards Sabrina who had gasped in pain when Christians foot made contact with Aleks leg.
Alek glared at Christian as he reached over and rubbed Sabrina's leg soothingly.
"I'm pretty sure it works the other way around too, so be careful." Christian said.
"Figure anything out about how to undo this?" Alek asked.
"Figure out what's making her head hurt." Christian replied.
"Come on love, let's take another look in your head," Alek said to Sabrina.
"Lie down," Alek said, shifting so her head would be in his lap.
"Hopefully I won't have to go as deep as last time," Alek said. Then he put his hand on her head, closed his eyes, and went inside.
Sabrinas mind looked the same, only brighter, and this time Aleks face filled every moving photograph, including one from the dream she had described. Sabrina sat in the. center of her bed.
Alek sat next to her on the bed, looking around at the pictures.
"They've been like that since yesterday." Sabrina said. "They...They make me very happy." she added hesitanty.
Alek rubbed her back lightly. "Yeah, me too."
Sabrina leaned forward, almost unnoticeably out from under his touch.
Alek tilted his head and looked at her curiously.
Sabrina smiled at him as if nothing were wrong.
Alek ran a hand through her hair, looking around for something out of place.
Sabrina stood suddenly for no particular reason, only that now he was no longer touching her, whereas usually she would have leaned in to his hand.
Alek watched her suspiciously, starting to expect that whatever was wrong was coming from her.
"This pictures funny." Sabrina said, pointing to the picture that was clearly from her dream as she'd never seen Alek out in the sun, "Do you remember that?"
"Sure do," Alek lied. "What did you like best about it?"
"This image of you right here. You look hilarious," Sabrina said. Hilarious rather than angelic,
"Yeah," Alek nodded. "What day was that again? I forget if it was before or after Jacob woke up."
"Before. Two weeks ago or so." Sabrina said.
"No it didn't," Alek said flatly. "That never happened. That's a dream Sabrina told me she had two nights ago."
"What are you talking about, Alek?" She asked.
"I'm talking about how you're not her," Alek said, pointing to a picture with Sabrina in it.
"Of course I am, Alek, how could you say that?" Sabrina asked.
"Because you just made up a memory that never happened," Alek said. "You got all weird both times I tried to touch you; and you said I looked hilarious instead of angelic like she said last night."
"She called you angelic?" she said. "What'd you do, put that creepy spell on her?"
"I had a feeling that would do the trick," Alek said smugly, completely ignoring what was actually said.
"So are you done with your pointless charade?" Alek asked.
"I don't know what you mean." Sabrina said.
"Right, you always refer to yourself in the third person," Alek said sarcastically.
Sabrina smirked. "Well if I'm not me then who am i?"
"Adrian, Balthazar," Alek said, counting his theories out on his fingers.
When he said Adrian, her eyes sparked with recognition, like one does when they hear their name.
"You going to come quietly or do I have to tear you out like I did your brother?" Alek asked, bored.
"I've been here since you took my brother. Trust me, it won't be nearly as easy," Adrian said.
"I'm sure it won't be easy, but I'm still going to get you out," Alek said. Then he launched himself at her, grabbing her head and going deeper.
Adrian growled at him as she went under.There was the same bleak room, not nearly as stifling with heartbreak, but still swarming with plenty of grief. Sabrina sat in a corner.
Alek went over and sat beside her, watching her out of the corner of his eye to see if it was her or Adrian.
Sabrina sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, her chin resting on them, and she shared straight ahead.
