Post by Rowan Amber on Apr 8, 2012 22:05:31 GMT -5
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]398 WORDS FOR Open rowan's outfit is located here DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]The subway station. Why was she here again? This place brought back old memories. Memories, Rowan wanted to stay hidden. The subway had been the first place Xavier had taken her when he killed her. Murdered her if someone looked at the amount of blood she spilled onto the ground as she tried to escape his grasp. The entire event was gruesome in its own way. Maybe it only made her a better person. Or it just enhanced the devil in her. [/style]Rowan was here trying to find if anyone knew how to replace damaged eyes of a vampire. Xavier did not, or he wasn't telling her how. Maybe he liked her being helpless, his little pet. The only fledgling he had kept around for so long. Was it nearing eight years for the two of them? It seemed by far she was lucky, there was a certain air around her that night, when she walked by this buildings. Going home from a night of killing a helpless victim. It was when she was known as her birth name, Amethyst. The sketch artist killer. At least that's what she thought they called her. Leaving bodies in their home while their families assumed they were out on vacation to avoid such suspicion while she killed them. Giving the police a scrap of the scene she drew. She had the sketchbook that held the sketches. They were buried in her coffin back in New Orleans. Safe and sound. She wouldn't let the police here get a hold of those sketches. Her life would be dead. Even Xavier wouldn't have been be able to save her sorry ass. Maybe he would, to give her child a mother who could protect her enough that he would feel like he did something right while his child was off somewhere in the unknown. Standing in the midst of the crowd, she waited til people ran to their train before finding a bench. She walked slowly, until she hit a wall with her hand. Her eyes were glassy gray-blue, but the vision was gone from them, damaged by holy water. Rowan wanted the knowledge of how to fix her eyes to be able to see again. To go back to the life that was taken from her. Her fingers earned to draw again. Why was it so hard to find someone who would grant her such a simple wish? |
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