Ripping Times in the Dark (Rowan)

[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/2j2ta55.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 was alarmed at the name that been etched into her back. Why had he done that? Why? Was it to prove a point to her that she would always be his? It wouldn't have worked anyways, the two were totally different now. He was the creature of the moon, while she was the creature of the night, who would only be bound by nightfall while he could walk freely during the day, changing at the full moon. Taking the pouch of blood offered to her, Rowan brought it up to her lips to start draining it dry from all of its liquid. She had felt a little better, but had a feeling nothing seemed to change very much to the wound. She had pulled away from him and merely wandered to the closest chair she could find to sit in. Slumping into the chair with graceful thump, she stuck her fingers into one of her pockets to pull her phone out. Not using it to call anyone, but she went to her viewing history and pulled something up. Images of the wives, all four of them. Each had their name underneath of them, but the third one didn't have her current name underneath it. Just the one etched onto her skin followed by Blythe. It was her image, but not her name. She held the phone up to give to the elder vampire before she rested her head on her knuckles. She closed her eyes merely to rest them as she sat on the edge of the chair to avoid putting any other foreign material into the wound. She hoped the information on the phone, helped a bit for the information Xavier was looking for. Rowan wasn't going to say much about it, still shaken up about the ordeal. It made her wonder how she would go about now that she knew Alan was somewhere in New Orleans watching her from afar waiting for his next move to strike her down, permanently. 331 words. Lord Xavier is starring. Bourbon Street 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 Frowning as she tried to get up off the chair but failing miserably, landing straight back down in her seat, Lord Xavier asked Jacques to open the back door which lead to a descending flight of stairs while he slipped his jacket back on. It wouldn't be long before they were in the University Hospital, of course it would be on a separate floor to that of humans, a notable lack of windows in the vampiric wards, although the architects clearly had no idea that some vampires enjoyed looking out over the cityscape at night. But this was hardly the time for criticising the design of New Orleans's busiest hospital, maybe some other time he would buy it, knock it down and start all over again. For now his only concern ought to be the safe recovery of his favourite fledgling, to let qualified surgeons extract the silver from her wounds. Leaning down to pick up Rowan's weak form, he held her in both arms, resting her head against his right shoulder as he manoeuvred around the chair she had been sitting on. Nodding thanks to the blonde-haired vampire, Lord Xavier slowly descended the stairs that would lead to the alleyway at the back of the club where the staff parked their own vehicles. As his foot connected with the door at the bottom, sending it swinging open, he winced at the sight of the bright flashing blue lights, noting the paramedics who were waiting at the back of the ambulance. Just by Jacques dropping Xavier's name into the call, the hospital had despatched an ambulance as quickly as possible to the club, not wishing to incur the wrath of the city's master. Recovering from the shock of blue light, the vampire lord moved purposefully towards the back of the ambulance, resting his fledgling on a red stretcher. The paramedics scrambled to take good care of the wounded vampiress, two jumping into the front to start the engine while one sat in the back with Rowan. Lord Xavier jumped in with the paramedic and slammed the large doors behind him, a second later taking a seat beside Rowan. He interlocked his fingers, his face set in an expression of concern mixed with anger, the more he watched his fledgling struggle with the pain the more he wanted to throttle this Alan Blythe character, to squeeze the life out of him, watch the last of his life flicker and die in his eyes. He would have to pay for what he had done. table and image by crayola.

and we esteemed him not