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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 21, 2012 12:59:14 GMT -5
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Lancelot pulled up with his new Audi S5, poor thing was a replacement for Blackcurrant but it wasn't the same. He parked the car and got out. He made his way to the bar and sat down on the stool. The bartender came up to him and asked if he wanted his usual and he just nodded. He was wearing a white v-neck shirt and a black skinny with all star sneakers. He just sat there and waited for his drink when finally the bartender returned. He took a gulp of his scotch and turned around seeing a familiar face but then looking past it. A girl tried to get Lancelot's attention but he just rolled his eyes and looked away.
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Post by Whisper on Nov 21, 2012 13:39:14 GMT -5
Damon sat at the bar, reflecting about the previous night with August when suddenly he saw a familiar face come in. He instinctively looked away as hate clouded his mind and waved the barman closer for a refill of his scotch. Lancelot sat down not far from him and ordered a scotch as well. He was wearing a white shirt, not really what one would call a drinking shirt and he looked utterly miserable. Damon was wearing his favorite black shirt August had worn just the night before and a black jean with his riding boots. He rolled his eyes and finished his scotch in one sip, manning up as he got off the chair and walked over to Lance,
"What the hell are you doing here, boy?"
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 21, 2012 13:58:55 GMT -5
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Lancelot saw Damon across the bar and he suddenly started to make his way over to Lancelot. Lancelot took another swig from his scotch and didn't look at Damon until he was next to him. He didn't just call him a boy. But Lancelot didn't want to cause any trouble. Lancelot stared at Damon for a second and lifted his eyebrow and said calmly. "Well, at the moment I'm drinking my sorrows away..." He stopped for a moment and then he continued what was haunting him the whole time since Damon was in the hospital. "Why are you even angry at me? If you give me a chance I could explain what happened from beginning to end..."
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Post by Whisper on Nov 21, 2012 14:20:43 GMT -5
Lancelot lifted his eyebrow cockily at Damon and said that he was drinking his sorrows away. Damon was still furious with the hate that reverberated through him. No matter what Lancelot said, it had been his very existence that caused Michelle's death! Lancelot asked why Damon was angry with him. He didn't even see it did he? Fury swimmed in Damon's eyes as he glared at Lance. It would always be his fault and his eyes betrayed this as he slammed Lancelot's drink form the table to shatter to the ground. He suddenly grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to his feet,
"You really wanna know why i hate you fucking guts? Because Michelle was never supposed to be the one to die!!! You should have died in her place! If you hadn't existed she'd still be alive!!! And I hate you for that!!!"
Damon shoved him again as a tear fell from his eye. He clenched his fists,
"I'm going to do what the crash should have done to you!!!"
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 21, 2012 14:52:00 GMT -5
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Lancelot watched as Damon slammed his drink from the table, rolling his eyes. Great there goes money down the drain. Damon suddenly grabbed him by the shirt and yelled into his face, Lancelot just stared at him. His wolf brain growled inside him, wanting to make an appearance but Lancelot silenced it and he just stood there calmly as Damon released his anger upon him. Damon yelled at him some more and shoved him away. Lancelot saw a tear and he saw Damon clenched his fists. Lancelot took a defensive stance and clenched his fists too, the white of his knuckles was showing. "Don't hurt yourself big boy... Just kill me now because you'll never a chance like this again..." Lancelot knew what he said was wrong, but Damon was asking for it.
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Post by Whisper on Nov 21, 2012 17:49:50 GMT -5
Damon got furious at how Lancelot was acting. He looked like he didn't have a care in the world whereas Damon was all ripped up inside. Lancelot seemed so calm that Damon wondered if he was high on some drugs or something for a moment there. He finally took a defensive stance and Damon saw his knuckles whitening and mentally prepared himself for a fight. The bartender yelled at them to take it outside and Damon flashed him a dangerous look and then lunged at Lancelot, grabbing hold of him and suddenly thrashing him. He went flying through the window and Damon yelled after him, jumping through the shattered window.
"How can you look like you don't give a fuck about anything?"
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 21, 2012 18:05:48 GMT -5
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Lancelot was taken by surprise when the bartender yelled at them to take their fight outside and suddenly Damon grabbed Lancelot and threw him through the window, the glass shattered around him and he fell into some pieces, it cut into his skin but he didn't care about that, he rolled a few feet and just lay there groaning, waiting for Damon to come closer, Damon was furious at Lancelot. He asked him how he can be so calm and not give a fuck, inside Lancelot was slowly dying. He couldn't feel his heartbeat faster anymore, his touch faded a bit and his smell senses also faded a bit, because he cared so much about Michelle, she was all he could think of... The rest of his being didn't matter. Damon came closer and being a smart guy, Lancelot waited for him and at just the right moment Lancelot kicked Damon in the nuts. Lancelot stood up and Damon fell to the ground. "YOU WANNA FUCKING KNOW HOW I DON'T LOOK LIKE I GIVE A FUCK..." He said that slowly, so that every word was clear. "WELL FIRSTLY I DON'T GO BEATING EVERYBODY'S FUCKING ASSES BECAUSE I ONLY KNOW HALF A STORY AND SECONDLY I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH MY EMOTIONS, YOU FOR INSTANCE DO IT OUT OF RAGE... I..... can't." He decided that if Damon was coming at him again he was going to go wolf on his ass and beat him up, who cares if somebody saw him or not.
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Post by Whisper on Nov 22, 2012 4:07:05 GMT -5
Damon noticed Lancelot lying on the ground, not getting up and he walked closer, staring down at him with fire in his eyes, fists clenched and hair all messy. He thought Lancelot looked quite pathetic down on the ground and suddenly lunged down with fists bared when Lancelot kicked him right in the nuts. He cringed then fell to his knees, opting not to make a sound. Lancelot stood up but Damon didn't care, he was waiting for his voice to return. Lance then asked if Damon really wanted to know why he didn't give a fuck and Damon lifted one hand, extending his middle finger and said,
"Fuck you!"
Lancelot then went off about not going around kicking people's asses based on half stories and that he couldn't deal with his emotions. Damon scoffed at him and found the strength to stand up,
"I don't care about half assed stories or any of the crap you just mentioned. All I cared about was my sister and the moment I had gotten her back you took her from me! That's what I'll never forget."
A crowd was forming around them when suddenly Damon burst out at the nosy people,
"MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS!!"
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 22, 2012 4:16:35 GMT -5
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Lancelot stared and lifted an eyebrow as Damon threw him a sign and went all crazy on him. Lancelot wanted to attack Damon but there were to many people around them. Damon started to yell at them too. Lancelot just looked at the people as some laughed at him and others just cringed away a bit. Lancelot could feel the emotional pain inside Damon, the people laughing and sticking their tongues out didn't make it easier. and as he was busy lashing at the people he quickly disappeared and behind some bushes he phased into a wolf and jumped started to snarl and growl at the people, they suddenly went silent as this giant wolf was trying to attack them. Lancelot snapped at a woman's leg and she scurried away screaming. All the other people also ran as Lancelot almost went all wolf on them. As soon as they cleared up Lancelot sat down, and stared at Damon. Panting taking deep breaths, he tried to send Damon a mind message hoping it will work. "I'm... I'm sorry..."
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Post by Whisper on Nov 22, 2012 13:53:51 GMT -5
The crowd seemed intent on making Damon even more miserable and some were so childish to stick their tongues out at him. The veins in his neck showed but he forcefully turned away from then with his fists clenched. He wouldn't waste his time on these losers. Suddenly he was looking straight into the eyes of a massive wolf. His mouth dropped open as the wolf lunged at the crowd, snapping and growling at the people. They reacted and ran away in fear. The wolf then sat down and stared at Damon. He noticed the blue eyes and asked,
"Lancelot?? You too?"
He thought about August and managed to not be too amazed. If she could be a werewolf then it was possible for Lance to be one too. He gingerly touched his chest where August had scratched him, leaving deep cut marks. He wondered if Michelle had been safe with him and then suddenly almost broke down, thinking about Michelle, but Lancelot's mind message interrupted his thoughts, saying that he was sorry. Damon sighed and walked over to the wall, sinking to the ground among the shattered glass.
"I miss her so much... I don't know how to handle it or make it better..."
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 22, 2012 14:27:59 GMT -5
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Lancelot watched at Damon slid down the wall and he walked with him, sat down next to him and tilted his head and gave a small whine, Damon said that he doesn't know how to handle it or make it better and Lancelot also didn't know how, but he is gonna try and help. He spoke to him again, while he panted a bit, tongue sticking out and eyes almost closed. "Well... firstly, killing me will not solve anything... It will make matters worse... Yeah I know not what you wanted to hear from a werewolf. Secondly, talk about it... I can help if you want to... I'm not sure if you're a man of many words though..." Lancelot lay down next to Damon, he trusted that he was calm now, so Lancelot is also relaxed... Emotions still crazy inside him, but not defensive or attacker mode anymore.
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Post by Whisper on Nov 22, 2012 17:14:33 GMT -5
Damon looked over at Lancelot. As he sat down next to him and whined. In all the madness Damon forgot to label the wolf as awkward and rather just accepted it almost as if there was no wolf but just Lancelot, the guy Damon got to know and like not to mention hate as well. Right now his feelings were so mixed towards this guy that he just sat there, staring out onto the road before them. The streets were thankfully deserted and Damon looked over at Lance. His eyes were distant whereas Lance's were focused and intent on Damon. Yet again the wolf's thoughts reached Damon's brain almost as if he were talking for real. He could just imagine what the people thought that could see him talking to a wolf. Damon couldn't care less about what others thought, but Lancelot trying to help him caught him off guard. He looked the wolf over skeptically then noticed he meant it and sighed. Damon wasn't one to speak about his problems, but he figured there wasn't any real harm in telling them to a wolf/Lance.
As a sign of trust Lancelot lay down next to Damon and he couldn't help but softly pet the wolf as he spoke,
"Alright fine. I'll give you your chance to explain."
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 22, 2012 17:38:01 GMT -5
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Lancelot's head popped up as Damon said he'd give him a chance to explain himself. So here was his chance now... He still lay down and then wondered where he should start, maybe he should start at the pregnancy... Yeah that's a good start.
"Ok... I'll tell you everything from the beginning until now... But you have to promise to just listen and when I'm done you can give your opinion. And you have to promise not to hurt me... My wolf brain might just do something in return."
[/b] Damon nodded and Lancelot was happy he agreed not to touch him or anything and just listen."Well firstly... The pregnancy, yeah she was pregnant... But that was never my intention to happen. We also weren't sure at first. Then when the tests came back as positive we both were really very excited. I'm happy to almost have been a father, it's like a miracle to me... Well then after that she started to show some symptoms of werewolf cravings, seeing I am a werewolf and she a human that the baby might have an effect on her. The baby wanted blood... So one night in a passionate moment she bit me and started to crave my blood and she couldn't remember everything from that night. But I do... So I told her later on. We accepted the fact that she had the craving because of the growing baby, a month or so later again in a passionate moment, I accidentally bit her... I couldn't help myself... My wolf brain somehow came over me and did it. She was in pain and the doctors helped her and she told me she hated me and I could burn in hell... The same way you did... After that I took her home, the doctor protested but I demanded. So we went home and she looked a lot better. After that I told her she was changing and she yelled at me. I asked her if we could take a drive..."His voice trailed and he could feel the pain starting again."We took a drive and had a fight in the car, but we made up and she forgave me for everything. Just then a car slammed into us from behind and pushed us into the crossing of the road, when a truck came from Michelle's side and slammed right into us. I woke up on the side walk. I found Michelle and pulled her out with my good arm, she was still alive... But I, I died... My heart stopped beating. I was brought back to life... And I saw Michelle next to me in the ambulance, my heart was shattered. She still lived and then in the ambulance she went flatline... I was sedated because if I wasn't I would have attacked the paramedics, wolf brain syndrome. I woke up, but as a werewolf we heal quickly, that's why I seemed fine to you when you bursted into my room, but on the inside I wasn't. My arm and leg was broken for 3 weeks straight, my dad who hated me his whole life helped me... The man who killed my mother finally started to love me...Lancelot whined again and lay back down, he wondered if Damon understood.. He braced himself for another fight."You may speak now...[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Whisper on Nov 23, 2012 5:53:43 GMT -5
Damon listened to everything Lancelot was saying and he struggled to allow everything to sink in. It was as if he was talking about someone Damon never knew. He found it hard to think of Michelle in that way and as he sat next to Lancelot his anger seemed to slowly fade away. Instead of sadness Damon turned off all of his emotions and he sat there staring into space as if he wasn't even a living being. Slowly everything seemed to fall into place, like a puzzle being built by some higher force. Lancelot mentioned that Damon could speak now and he slowly stood up, looking down at the ground then briefly looking over to Lancelot, as if inviting him to walk along. He didn't wait for a reaction through and slowly set off into the woods, following a well known trail. He didn't care if Lance was there or not and so he started,
"My whole life has been a struggle to survive. Most of our younger years were spent in the shadow of our younger brother, Stephen. Michelle took it much harder than I did emotionally, but I on the other had got it much worse on the physical side. My mother died giving birth to my brother. She had been the only person to ever really care about me and my sister, but Stephen was the cause of her death. Our father treasured Stephen, giving him everything he wanted and protecting him against everything. He was all that remained of our mother and my father seemed to lose all interest in me and my sister."
For a nostalgic moment Damon stopped and softly touched one of the trees, running his hand down it and then continued,
"My father became an alcoholic after my mother's death, trying to drown his sorrow by becoming wasted every night. It was the cause of many of our more physical fights and with me being young my father usually won, beating me until I couldn't get up. He would stagger away and Michelle would come and care for me. We were very close in our younger years…”
The emotion in his voice was thick but he swallowed it down and continued,
"As we got older I got more distant, learning to fight my own fights with dad. I left the moment I was able and I still regret it to this day. I left Michelle alone with my father… When I ran into her a few months ago, here in Eden Town I was elated to see her. She looked well and I felt some of my regrets falling away. The time I spent with her was heavenly, and I could see you cares well for her…”
Damon turned and looked deep into those wolf eyes,
"Forgive me for going off on you, more than once. You didn’t deserve it… I was just so angry and I felt so helpless and it hurt so so much. I thought I had her back after all these years, I wanted to make things right, but now…”
His voice faded and he turned away from Lance, not wanting him to see his teary eyes and he fell down to his knees, burying his head in his hands…
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 23, 2012 6:20:30 GMT -5
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Lancelot also stood up, Damon looked at Lancelot, giving him the walk with me look and when Damon started to walk away Lancelot followed him, he walked close to his side until they were in the forest, Lancelot gave Damon some space and Damon began to talk. Surprisingly relaxed and not very aggressive. Damon told him about his history, which he knew a bit about. Michelle did tell him some of it... But he never heard Damon's side of the story. Lancelot was shocked when he could hear some emotion in Damon's voice and he walked closer to him when he touched the tree. Damon then turned around and asked Lancelot for forgiveness and he's sorry for going off on him. He also said that he wanted to make things right, but now he couldn't even get the chance. Damon turned away from Lancelot and sank down to his knees. Lancelot walked up to him and pushed himself in between Damon, so that he could nuzzle Damon as a sign of affection.
((OOC: Just to illustrate what I meant))
Lancelot gave a little whine and he waited for Damon to release him and he moved back a bit. He sat down and looked at Damon and said.
"I forgive you... It was never your fault, it's mine and I regret it everyday. So will you... forgive me?"
Lancelot wanted to change back and just hold Damon like a father should hold a child, to show he cares and that he understand. But the wof gesture just had to work for now.
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