Some Rescue Party

[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

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and we esteemed him not

[Alan Blythe]

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[Rowan Amber]

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[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

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and we esteemed him not

[Rowan Amber]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2r73v2q.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi Another day without you with me Is like a blade that cuts right through me Rowan listened as the bullet hit the gravel, rocks flying up from where the bullet impacted the area. So Alan was gone. She always knew he was a coward when it involved his own life. Other than that he truly didn't care what happened to others. Maybe that was what had stopped Rowan from trying to take his life, but then she felt guilty because she had been commanded to take his life. And she had not. She rolled onto her stomach, before she pushed herself up and sat on her knees. This didn't seem like the time to stall, especially when she had been ordered to get up. Ignoring the pain, she stood up and inspected herself and the damage that Alan had caused. Her ankle was sore and still bleeding, but at least he had managed to grab only the one ankle all the times he decided to drag her along the gravel. She kept her head down staring at the gravel as she limped past him toward the bench where her items were. By going toward the bench, she figured he would never pick up her things for her. She couldn't live without them. It kept her memories alive. At least the sunrises and sunsets she could never watch again unless she recorded some showing of them. Standing near the bench, she slumped down upon it and picked up the sketchbook that had been soiled by the rain. She flipped through it to see what survived and what didn't. It didn't bother her that she was no longer standing, but the elder vampire probably would. "Did he touch these? There are dirt stains on some of the pages. He doesn't make a very good kidnapper. Leaves the victim's things behind. What kind of person does that? He's working with those demons you spoke of. One of them found me on Bourbon Street the night before I got stuck here," Rowan paused as she flipped through the sketchbook pages a bit more, "Tried to tell me you were dead, and that I would have to be his. I told him to fuck off. Why do I always find the psychopaths? First there's Alan, then you, and then the demon Luke. There's something on my back from him, but I can't see it." 381 words. Lord Xavier is starring. St. Louis Cemetery is the location.

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[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

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and we esteemed him not

[Rowan Amber]

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[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 410px; padding: 10px; background-color: #2e5187; border: 1px dotted #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] and we hid as it were our faces from him Eyes searching the surrounding area, paranoia creeping up his spine and taking root in his brain, the vampire master decided to open up his mind. It would work as an early warning system if one of the demons decided to show up, he would sense their power before they even had a chance to attack. Letting his mind do the work of keeping watch, the vampire lord turned his eyes upon his fledgling once more, soaking up the sight of her packing her immaterial possessions away, standing up from the bench. They would have to leave quickly just in case the pair of demons was out prowling the night, looking for a new pet to make their own. It made him uneasy that he had to contend with two of those creatures tearing up his city, absolutely no respect for authority or the property of vampires. They had marked his fledgling, which was unforgivable, they would have to perish. A small groan spawned from his ancient lungs, fluttering past his fangs and escaping into the chilled night air. If the demons were working together, it would only make his job a lot more difficult when it came to removing them. He hated to admit it but New Orleans could do with some angel squads patrolling the borders, to keep any more demons from springing up and causing chaos. The female had pushed him to such great extremes, they were an even match, neither of them could defeat the other. But what would it be like for the ancient vampire lord when he was faced with the sister and brother side by side, could even he stand up to them? It made his flesh crawl to admit it but he would need to draft in some help, only the gods knew from where, the humans were useless and didn't stand a chance. It wouldn't be long before they came after him, blaming him for the carnage on Bourbon Street, how little they understood. Without him, they would all be dead by now. "We need to leave," he explained. "Right now." Moving away from the bench, Lord Xavier took long strides as he pulled his cell phone out. Punching a series of numbers on the key pad, he called up his chauffer and ordered him to be outside the cemetery, driving as if the devil himself were chasing him. Snapping the phone shut, shoving it back inside his jacket, the vampire lord stuffed a luxury cigarette into his mouth and lit it with incredible speed and precision. Shoving the lighter back into his pocket, he felt some of the weight lift from his shoulders as he exhaled a long cloud of smoke. The sleek, black limousine would be there to collect them in a matter of minutes, to take them to the sanctuary of Xavier's office where he would imprison his fledgling until he figured out a way of removing the demon's mark. He couldn't risk having her in the open, a beacon for the demon male, to appear at her side and attack the master of the city whenever he pleased. It simply wouldn't do. table and image by crayola.

and we esteemed him not