I JUST HOPE YOU HEAR MY SILENT SCREAM {pleasant}

[ghost]

it starts at my toes & then i crinkle my nose ! ! !
WHERE EVER IT GOES, I ALWAYS KNOW

Her feet could only take her so far; her eyes were in disbelief at the things she had seen on the island, she didn't wish to open them. The faint lantern lights of the party and the luxorious taste of the food was now nothing more than a distant memory. But it wasn't anything she had seen at the party, or the fact that she'd appeared on it without any formal explanation; it was the things she saw, maybe an hour after leaving. Get it out of my head, she begged her mind, flashing to the horrific images forever branded in her eyes. She wasn't even sure why it had scared her the way it did...but it felt like a nightmare, come way too true.

Her thoughts forced her back to the event; a man with pale green skin and white eyes, a mouth full of jaggeed daggers. Accompanying him, a girl with peach skin and eyes of a snake, one with pale marble-white flesh and pupils like rubies. A tear was shed from her eyes, not really about what she had seen, but about herself. How could she have been so cowardly, to just run away?

She shouldn't have closed her eyes so tight, tripping over a granite cross in the cematary, her head making a wet slap against the base of a headstone. Blood flowed freely from the cut, and her brain was in a stir from the injury. She had used up all her tears, however, and she refused to weep. She looked through her bleach blonde hair with the baby-blues of her eyes, the cracked gravemarker in her way. The name on it had long been taken away Mother Nature's elements, and all that was left was the faintest hint of letters upon it.

She got to her feet, shaking her head about. A sharp pain stung through her brain, one she predicted wasn't leaving her soon. Her eyes took in the view. It was dawn, the rising sun painting the tropical sky in pinks and reds, and a mist spilt amongst the tombstones of the cemetary. Vines crept along the brittle rock, the only company for the ones lost here.

"Ouch,", she whined, her delicate fingers rubbing along the surface of her injury. I'm so damn stupid, she cursed at herself as she stared into the thick white of the mist. She shuddered, a chill dancing along her spine. She'd sworn she had heard something from there.

THAT YOU MAKE ME SMILE, PLEASE STAY FOR A WHILE NOW
please take your time,
where ever you go . . .

TAG. pleasant berkley
WORDS. 413
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. SATURDAY COME SLOW - massive attack
NOTES. sorry if it sucks. D:
CREDITS. made by karma!

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[PLEASANT OLIVER BERKLEY]

The young looking boy sat on one of the few headstones that could actually support his weight. He leaned over, one hand in his lap the other tracing over the faint lines that once held someones name. A smile on his lips as the thought crossed his mind that he should have been under one of those almost two hundred years ago himself and yet he was still on the wrong side of the stone. His thoughts started to wander as a tune hummed slowly through his closed lips. If one listened closely they could easily sing along with the slow creepy version of My Fair Lady.

The night is always the darkest before the dawn, the thought crossed through his mind and maybe the common saying was right. He slid off the top of the headstone landing easily on the unkempt grounds, the slow tune still coming out between closed lips. He listened to the sounds of the clumsy scared girl coming closer to him as she made her way through the headstones. Then came the loud smack and he could have easily smelled that blood from across the island, but yet she had come to him.

This time he moved quickly, much quicker than the clumsy young blonde girl could even hope to move. The hummed tune continued only picking up in volume, still at the same slow rhythm. He moved himself up onto a headstone next to the frieghtened girl as she stared off into the mist of where he had been moments ago.

"Take a key and lock her up. Lock her up," he sung slowly as he finally finished his tune, a dangerous look on that young smiling face, "Lock her up. Lock her up. Take a key and lock her up. My....Fair....Lady."

[ghost]

it starts at my toes & then i crinkle my nose ! ! !
WHERE EVER IT GOES, I ALWAYS KNOW

Ghost's ears rung at the sound, the familiar high-pitch of a children's voice that she had grown out of no more than two years ago. Take a key and lock her up. Lock her up..., Pleasant's soft voice bellowed throughout the cemetary, bouncing of the cracked stone and leaping into her developed ears. She ran a hand through her pale yellow hair, teeth grinding into her lip in fear. Her legs were spasmatic, shaking wildly as she heard it. She stood there, fear freezing her in that place, awaiting the next line.

Lock her up. Lock her up. Take a key and lock her up. My....Fair....Lady., she jumped at the start of the sound, letting out a shriek in suprise. Calm down, it's just a little boy., her shivering ceased, though the chill was still there. The cold air of the morning fog licked her skin, telling her to go back. But she knew couldn't now; her curiosity forbid it.

Her stiff toes made the way over the dry earth, deeper into the fog. Her eyes played tricks on her, each little headstone a silhouette of a person, just waiting to leap out and rip her into shreds. Finally, she saw him: his legs sweeping across the weatherworn rock, awaiting her. Maybe I was right; maybe he's just waiting to eat me right now. She stopped, her body allowing her no further. "Hello.", she braved, still cemented in her place. She recieved no answer.

She gulped, inching herself further to reveal his features. Soft hair as black as a raven, and blue eyes much like hers. His skin was as pale, as if the blood in his body had been drained;Gray-pink rings ran around his eyes. He was definately young, but not too much younger than her. She'd remebered the days at school as a freshman, a fishie; some boys hadn't completly developed yet. Her mind placed him around thirteen or fourteen. She would never had guessed five hundred.

She couldn't tell whether those eyes were focused on her, nor did she want them to. She sighed, just by looking at him she knew he wasn't the type for niceness. She'd gotten used to shying away from boys, so to be the one to talk first was strange to her. "I'm Ghost. Vigrid. Ghost Vigrid." , she blurted out,putting on her best smile. It twitched as the butterflies in her stomach floated into her throat. She drew out her hand for a shake, quickly taking it back, knowing he wouldn't shake it. "So, um, what brings you to this island?", she asked stupidly. Why would he be here if he had a choice? Who would be here if they had the choice?

THAT YOU MAKE ME SMILE, PLEASE STAY FOR A WHILE NOW
please take your time,
where ever you go . . .

TAG. pleasant berkley
WORDS. 455
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. TEENAGERS - hayley williams
NOTES. sorry if it sucks. D:
CREDITS. made by karma!

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[PLEASANT OLIVER BERKLEY]

He picked at the rough worn stone, him doing more damage to the stone then it to his thin fingers. The tune still stuck in his mind as he continued to listen to the girl, How will we build it up, build it up? How will we build it up, my fair lady? That devious smile only grew worse as she called out to him, the girl as nervous as a little rabbit in a lion's den. Build it up with silver and gold, silver gold. Build it up with silver and gold, my fair lady. Silver and Gold I have none, I have none. Silver and gold I have none, my fair lady.

Pleasant's eyes much better than her own thanks to what he had been for almost two hundred years. Those large friegthened blue eyes and that oddly pale blonde hair. He had to stop himself from laughing out when she stopped finally able to see him. Yes thats right, he was just a little young boy not able to do any harm. Well, someone should have told the poor gravestone he had easily picked a new design into, a perfect mold of his fingers that had continously swept through.

Ghost Vigrid. Ghost Vigrid, he looked at her oddly, Did she....no the girl was scared. Scared of a small looking fellow. He took her hand before she could take it away, those years of manners his father had put in his head still stuck there as he gripped her hand in his own as cold as the stone itself. "Pleasant Berkley," his response sounding much smother than her repeated one as he let her hand free. "Just a place to kill some time, my fair lady, his smile disappearing as he watched the girls face for emotion like reading a book.

Would this be considered playing with one's food? the question flickered through his mind.

[ghost]

it starts at my toes & then i crinkle my nose ! ! !
WHERE EVER IT GOES, I ALWAYS KNOW

She jumped at the boy's spectacular reflexes, as he snatched her hand up from her side. She didn't even see it, and she was staring right at him. Still, she didn't want to show her fear to him, though, she probably already had and he already thought her a coward. First impressions are everything!, her mother's voice nagged faintly in her mind, though Ghost was glad she could remember it. She shook his hand gently, cold as as ice, before letting go. She had a bit comfort in knowing she was atleast a head taller than him.

"Nice to meet you, Pleasant.", she said with a blissful grin, despite the fact that she wasn't exactly pleased to meet the child. However, he seemed to be normal enough in comparison to the inhabitants of this place she had seemed so far, so her trust was with him. Her smile of deceit faded away as he sang the final verse. She knew it was him singing, sure, but she didn't enjoy that kind of playing around with her emotions, especially her fear. Her blue eyes narrowed into aqua slits.

Ghost wasn't good at being angry. It wasn't her nature to: she was the shy girl who never really talked much. Even if someone had tried to start something with her, she just stood and took the blows, never delivering any of her own. "Bullshit.", she blurted out, a suprise to herself and anyone who knew her. She could almost hear her blonde-headed parents squirm in discomfort, knowing they thought her better. "You can try and sit there and act creepy, little boy, but we both know your stuck here just like everyone else. So tell me why you're really here.", she hissed, venom in her voice.

She twitched, suprised at the outburst from herself. She wasn't stupid; she took a step back, eyes focusing on the ground. Refusing to look at him, she spoke, "I'm sorry.", she muttered. Great, this island is making me bipolar. She regreted what she said, as if she was submitting to him. She wasn't sorry. It felt good to let her anger out, even if it was on a little boy.

Taking another step back, she brought her head up, staring at him with her big doe-eyes. A hand rubbing across one arm, she prepared to ask the question she truly wanted answered. "Are you....", she looked away, nervous smile on her face, "...human?, she questioned, putting emphasis on the 'human' as she raised her head to him, hinting that she wasn't what she seemed.


THAT YOU MAKE ME SMILE, PLEASE STAY FOR A WHILE NOW
please take your time,
where ever you go . . .

TAG. pleasant berkley
WORDS. 428
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. KING OF ANYTHING - sara bareilles
NOTES. eh, i'm half-and-half on this. sorry for her verbally abusing poor pleasant.
CREDITS. made by karma!

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[PLEASANT OLIVER BERKLEY]

He could have just bit his tongue off right then to keep himself from smiling when the girl jumped at his little bit of speed. From his seat on some long gone soul's final place he was still not eye level with her like he would have liked to have been, but still he still had her captivated...or at least scared and either worked for him. "Your words don't seem as truthful as your eyes," he said pulling his legs up into an "Indian style" balancing on the stone not even a foot wide, "Would you like to know how it ends? The song?"

Pleasant tilted his head to the side a smirk on his face with such a pretty little face cussing at him and then she apologized. A short harsh laugh came out before he even gave it thought, that would probably only add to her freight but to see her go from one end of her emotions to another was just too hilarious for him. "Why am I really here?" he repeated the question drawing a finger to his mouth as if he was actually think it over, "A girl, thats why." He shrugged, it wasn't all that far from the truth since Marie had wanted to go to Japan as their next country to crash at for a while and now here they both were.

The saying 'deer caught in the high beams' came instantly to mind, though he still didn't understand cars and he was still unable to drive one considering his appearance. Well, that was what Marie was for anyways, at least one of her many uses. That smile though had appeared again with the question she almost seemed too scared to here the answer for. "Yes," he paused acting as if that was his complete answer before adding, "in 1818."

[ghost]

it starts at my toes & then i crinkle my nose ! ! !
WHERE EVER IT GOES, I ALWAYS KNOW
She hissed at him. He could see right through her; it was as if her skull was transparent and he could see ever little thought running through her head. She bit her lip and glared, trying not to seem intimidated, but she knew she didn't prevail. He probablt knew everything about her, just from that simple glance. Smart kid, she thought to herself, as she awaited his next comment.

Why would I want to know how the song ends?, she glared at him. She needn't say a word, the gesture an explanation in itself. She took a step forward, her arms crossed as she stood uncomfortable in front of the boy. Her natural instinct was screaming at her run, but she fought against the urge, no matter how powerful or how much of a smart idea it was. Still, her manners got the best of her and she had to answer; "No.", she spoke out sternly, stone-faced. She wasn't about to be someone's emotional punching bag.

She swore that she could've grabbed the boy and killed him in cold-blood when she heard the laugh shoot rip-roaring out of his throat. He's not even taking you seriously. She stepped back another step to avoid shoving her fist down his throat. "Nice name,", she lightened up, losening her brow. She could feel her head feel a bit better as her anger sizzled away, but only a little. A smile crossed her pink lips as she heard the last part, sparking her interests. "A girl? You have a girlfriend, do you?", she teased, not suprised. He wasn't that bad of a looking kid; not like the snot-nosed brats she had remembered back home.

A breath of relief went out her mouth as he answered, glad he wasn't a shifter or worse. Well, she guessed worse: shifters were all she knew, and she was used to the wolves drooling over her, though not in the way most boys did, more of they'd rather have her for dinner than have dinner with her. "In 1818." Her heart skipped a few beats as she heard this, her mind struggling to understand. She'd heard about vampires before, sure, but she thought someone was pulling her leg. She never thought she'd meet one. Ghost wondered if he was just trying to lure her here to drink her blood, shuddering at the thought.

Gulping, she struggled to ask further. She wasn't sure if she was so curious anymore. "...So, you're a vampire, huh?", her shoulders tense, she tried to sound unfazed. Desperatly searching for something to scare him as much as he was her, her eyes gazed up at the orange of the still rising sun. Just in time, it's beams shot out along the abandoned graveyard, strings of sunlight dancing about on their skin. "You'd better get inside, quick, unless you want to sizzle up like an egg.". She smirked triumpiantly, hiding her fears behind her fake confidence.
THAT YOU MAKE ME SMILE, PLEASE STAY FOR A WHILE NOW
please take your time,
where ever you go . . .

TAG. pleasant berkley
WORDS. 489
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. HALLELUJAH - kate voegele
NOTES. sorry if it sucks. D:
CREDITS. made by karma!

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[PLEASANT OLIVER BERKLEY]

“Oh but why ever not?” he asked the fake look of sadness looking so real on his young face, "The bridge falls, they lock her up, they build it up ending with stone so strong that it lasts so long. Ah whoops I seemed to have just given the whole story right there.” Pleasant smiled again the trace of any true emotion hidden after so many generations of living as something not human and yet almost human the emotions dead just as his body should have been.

This girl was oddly amusing as he continued to watch. I wonder if Marie would mind having a little sister, the thought brushed through his mind quickly before it disappeared as she spoke again. “Not really a girlfriend per say,” he paused trying to think of the right way to respond to the girl to make her understand, “ A daughter or maybe a toy, one of the two or maybe both.” Well, it made sense in his mind at least and that was good enough for him.

“Afraid so…,” he continued to mess with the girl’s freight, “maybe you should follow the example of the song and hide yourself with that gash on your forehead.” He could easily see the gash through the morning fog, one hand pointing at his own forehead and the other at her. You could always tell a lot about a person b the red liquid life line that coursed through her body and oh how he wanted to check out a look at Ghost right then. It took quite the mental restraint as his hands both dropped gripping onto the worn marble and making new imprints in the stone.

Pleasant could already feel the sun rising, it came easy with so many years of practice and watching the giant orb in the daytime sky. She seemed so confident right then, oh how wrong she was. His fingers came out of the stone with a sudden pop, though without any sound to accompany it. “Sorry to disappoint you miss Ghost but I won’t go up instantly, it doesn’t work that time and lucky you I have some time,” his lip curled up to the side as he let his fangs slip down into there rightful place. It was mostly just a scare tactic but he was never a fortune teller able to see the future.

Note: Sorry if that was kinda suckish, I was on a Toby high.

[ghost]

it starts at my toes & then i crinkle my nose ! ! !
WHERE EVER IT GOES, I ALWAYS KNOW
"Smartass,", she muttered, rolling her blue eyes around in her head, though she'd be lying if she wasn't a little amused by him. It may have been more of a laugh just to lighten herself up; it seemed as if every action, every word was carefully detailed by the vampire to get on her nerves. If it was, it was definately working, Her brain, which throbbed in pain against her skull, was proof of it.

She listened on, her ears perked as she tried to hear about this Marie person, wanting to know more. She wasn't sure why she was so hellbent on knowing, why it interested her so much. Perhaps it was to get him to stop creeping out her for a minute and focus on someone else. Maybe it was just a morbid curiousity, her having just learned that Vampires are real, and wanting to know more than he was probally willing to tell her. Maybe it was jealousy. She let out a sharp giggle at the thought, the harsh stare of the immortal child's eyes burning into the top of her head. She paused, wondering if she'd offended him. She wasn't even sure why she did laugh; it wasn't too much of a stretch. If he was human, it would be odd, her being four years older than her, more suited to be his babysitter than a mate. But he had atleast 50 years on her; he wasn't as young as he looked.

Of course, she wasn't a sucker for love at first site. While she may not have been that strong physically, she made up for it with knowledge. Her mind flashed back to merely a year or two after she's found herself on Ivory: A skinny little blonde girl with rounded glasses, who kept to herself and her books as the other girls had fun and laughed at her. She remembered them being interested, suddenly, with no reason other than some new vampire book. Finally, a chance to fit in, she thought! But it was horrible; she couldn't just waltz in and say it was the best book she's ever read. She had too much respect for that. Atleast he doesn't sparkle, she giggled to herself.

She couldn't help but feel a bit repelled by the way he was referring to this Marie. A toy?! She wondered what he could have meant by that. She had heard vampires didn't think much about life, but to reduce a living...er, undead human being into nothing more than a plaything seemed strange, just a glance into the boy's mind, and she wished to venture in no further. Not to mention he also referred to her as his daughter. It was eveen more disturbing that he put the things on the same level, as if they were synonymous with one another. "I'm sure your just a joy to be associated with, huh, Mr. Berkley?", she blurted out, sarcasm stinging in her voice.

Taking his advice, she swept a fringe of pale blonde hair across the gash. "It usually would have healed by now.", she said, lying. Her skin regenerated a little faster than a humans, but not much. That gash was going to be there the rest of the week. Unfortunately, her hair would not hide the stray scarlet drop of liquid that flowed down her cheek and now dotted her chin. She continued speaking, able to ignore it, but not sure if Pleasant could. For her own safety, she placed the drop agaisnt her lips. She grimaced as it hit her tongue, a sharp metallic taste zipping through it.

A smirk crossed her face, hopeful she didn't hurt his feelings. Her kind heart did get the best of her, sometimes. "Are you kidding? You're the most exciting person I've met here so far.", she spoke. It wasn't completly a lie. After all, he was the first person she had met. Her body tensed up, her muscles tightening taught against her skeleton as she saw him stand up, his pearly-white fangs brandished, threathening her with their sudden appearance. The smile that had been plastered on her mouth died out, switching for a frown. She stumbled back, away from him, hands close to the ground in case she needed to shift.

THAT YOU MAKE ME SMILE, PLEASE STAY FOR A WHILE NOW
please take your time,
where ever you go . . .

TAG. pleasant berkley
WORDS. 711
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. YOU'VE GOT THE LOVE - florence + the machine
NOTES. sorry if it sucks. i wrote this early in the morning/late at night.
CREDITS. made by karma!

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[PLEASANT OLIVER BERKLEY]

She was amusing whats more he was enjoying pissing her off since her reactions just amused him more, so it was a complete win for him. Honestly if the sun would just keep its face out of this he could continue forever or at least until the girl died, whichever came first but the sun would never let him get that wish. Oh if only the sun would perish, but as Marie loved to tell him then that would send everyone out of balance and the humans would die causing them to shrivel up like nasty little raisins. The world really was never fair, maybe his father wasn't completely cracked when he told his son that.

Her little laugh going perfectly with the memories going through his head of his father that had gotten power and wanted his son to stay with him forever so they could always be the same never changing. It was going just as his father had planned with Pleasant's mother "missing" and him together with his son never aging like two perfect living dolls. It had just been a shame that his father never saw Pleasant's own plans until it was too late and now his father was under his own gravestone with the villagers never the wiser that his father had ever been anything more than a human.

That's when she asked the wonderful question, "Oh yes most definitely." As long as things went his way then it all would be fine, just as long as one didn't control him or they would find themselves much like his old man. Though he couldn't keep his eyes away now as she messed with his forehead, feeling much like a lovestruck teenager thinking this was their "true love" the only problem was his love was trickling down the girl's face. Before he even thought about it, his small hand reached over with his thumb brushing over her wound. His beautiful red love now covering the pad of his thumb as he watched it roll down into his palm leaving a trail like a snail.

"I highly doubt that," Pleasant said looking up from his hand, "your blood is telling all your secrets and lying just won't do." He went back looking at the liquid on his hand watching as it slowly moved covering his hand, this was probably more disgusting for her to watch then if he had licked his hand in the beginning but curiosity is curiosity. "I'm the most exciting, am I?" he didn't even look up this time, "I shall take that as a compliment."

[ghost]

it starts at my toes & then i crinkle my nose ! ! !
WHERE EVER IT GOES, I ALWAYS KNOW

A shudder swept through her as he swept his pale hand over her face, eyes clenched tight, awaiting her quick demise. It didn't come; her skull was still in one piece, her blood still resting happily inside her veins and arteries. Well, most of it, anyways. Her big, doe eyes shot open, to the sight of Pleasant's hand slwoly removing itself from her view, her blood in his cupped palms. She expected him to lap it up like a dog; instead, he simply examined it, with the strangest look of curiousity on his face.

She couldn't help but feel glad that he didn't kill her, but she still had questions, oh so many. Tempting fate, she asked him, "Why aren't you drinking it?", she wondered, backing up in case he wanted a much fresher dose. "How can you resist it?"Ghost awaited some kind of answer from Pleasant, who seemed to just stare quizically at the blood as if it was his first encounter with it. She sighed, not suprised he didn't. He'd told her nothing, answered nothing. He left more questions than answers, with his mysterious way of speaking. She didn't think they had the ability to be so close to the scarlet juice and resist devouring it; As soon as they saw the oppurtunity, they used it, getting their fill.

Maybe he just doesn't like my blood. It made sense to her. She didn't have that human blood he was so used to, maybe he was repelled by Shifter blood. While she couldn't imagine any blood tasting good, if she was a vampire, Shifter blood didn't sound like it would be high on her list of desires. For some reason, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it, she felt offended that he wouldn't. A bloodsucker, a parasite on humanity and inhumanity, thought he was too good for her blood. How's that for a slap in the face?

She shuddered again, as he could see right through her loose-masked lies. She wasn't good at lying, never was and never will be. He had seen right through what she had said, and though she outsized him by an head or two, she felt helpless. His prey. She had already tried cursing at him, lying to him, and she almost shifted just a second ago. Her line of defence was gone: She was now nothing more than an insect in Pleasant's web. "What do you suppose I do about it?", she growled, trying to sound scary but ultimately failing. But it was a real question; She did want to know what to do. There was no way he was the only Vampire here. She half-expected for Marie to leap out of the fog behind her, fangs bared.

She ignored him; his sarcasm seemed to sweep right over him, suprisingly undetected by the clever boy. Maybe he did, though, and this was just more of him toying with her; who knew anymore. She could only keep backing up from him, not wanting to shift to early and have her blood drained in animal form. Helpless, she only had comfort in knowing she wasn't alone in this struggle, the orange-yellow sun sneaking up behind him. The glow of day lit-up her white-toothed smile. "Burn.", she said ever so simply, her eyes narrowing at Pleasant, just to admire the pained look on his face. It may have been a lost cause, but a part of her felt her savior had come.
THAT YOU MAKE ME SMILE, PLEASE STAY FOR A WHILE NOW
please take your time,
where ever you go . . .

TAG. pleasant berkley.
WORDS. 579.
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. FOUNDATIONS - kate nash
NOTES. great, pleasant, now she's trying to kill you.
CREDITS. made by karma!

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[PLEASANT OLIVER BERKLEY]

He smiled finally looking up at her, that was the fun of mortal girls like her they would work up so much of just a few simple words from him. That was probably one of the few reasons he hadn't tried to end this annoyance that had become his life. "Practice since the 1800's, sweetheart," he grinned another full toothed grin.

Pleasant continued to have his eyes locked on hers as his hand drew up to his mouth. He licked from the side of his palm all the way up his thumb. She had started to almost look jealous of her own blood, poor little dear. "Practice hides all faults," he licked his lips giving her an answer, "or at least gives you enough time to hide them. Though still your blood tells me your secrets disease, life, and...gifts."

He looked up at the rising sun before looking away, he could be out but that didn't mean he was up for blinding himself so early in the morning especially with the little shifter before him. Shifter blood was different than a basic humans, but at the moment after living off real animals and Marie he wasn't complaining. Though Marie in truth really did nothing for him, it had just become part of their relationship. Surely it couldn't be right for him to be able to bite the girl over and over, but by his views she healed quick enough and she kept coming back. "Oh and here I thought we were becoming such good friends," he pouted using that young boy face for all its worth, "but I must warn you, I really don't like that attitude. People with those kind of attitudes always seem to disappear."


Notes: Pleasant Berkley is Pleasant Berkley

[ghost]

it starts at my toes & then i crinkle my nose ! ! !
WHERE EVER IT GOES, I ALWAYS KNOW
She listened carefully as he explained about her'blood', her interest peaked, figuring he'd know the best about it if anyone. His choices of words seemed so odd to her, so unspecific for a simple girl like her: which were the 'gifts' and which were the 'diseases'? Did she know the answer herself; how good was her life anyways? This is what he wanted from her ; to seem mysterious, to puzzle her, to fill her with fear until there was no more room for any more of it. He liked the look it got on her face and the odd way it made her fill, and she hated him for it.

Ghost winced, her eyes shutting as he placed the maroon blood into his eager mouth, a few stray drops dribbling down his chin, about his pale cheeks. I guess that answers my question, then, though in the grossest way possible. Her stomach quivered at the thought of the stuff going into his body and her mind wondered the magics that made it all work. Everyhting about the boy seemed to be one big mystery, one big unanswered question in her slew of little ones. He made her head heart and her spine shiver. He conjured so many feelings in her, the strongest of them repulsion and interest.

"Ugh, do you have to do that right in front of me?!" , she whined, her hand a wall between the red-tinted images before her and her innocent eyes. Like the curious child she was however, she left a select few fingers psuhed apart, just enough to watch without him noticing. It seemed so nasty, but it interested her. She watched like a voyeur, as his tongue dotted over the orange remnants of the life-giving liquid that had once belonged to her, it's warmness incased exclusively in her body. He was finishing, and she cursed her fake prudishness, wishing to see the whole thing again. Still, the scarlet fluid stained his lips and his face, like a messy child eating desert. The thought was morbid, but a fitting comparison.

The sunbeams danced about her face, as if they were teasing her with their false promises of hope. They didn't do anything. Her threats, in just a quick flash of the morning sun, were no rendered useless, just words lost in the morning mist. Her eyes focused on his ivory fangs, the weapon which was likely to be her downfall. She had lost the battle, and she was losing the war. She was a single soldier fighting against a seven nation army, giving it all she had. Her weapon was on the horizon though, and she hoped it's power would increase and send the boy running for help, his skin sizzling and crackling like bacon in the morning.

Sure, he'd liked to tease her, to humilaite her and make her feel inferior to him. But atleast she could see the sun and love it's warmth. Atleast she could love without the fear of killing her mate. It sounded like a weak man's word, just cheesy sentences stolen from the latest love song to flood our radios and our ears. But she knew it true. So even as he liked to push her buttons, he could never think that he'd hit the right one to motivate her. Bad idea. She felt her blood boiling, swirling about in her veins and teasing at her skin. She felt a growl make it's way violently from the bottom of her throat, too angry to stifle it. Her blue eyes burning into Pleasant's face, she felt her bones melt smaller, thinner. Her hands were switched out for hooves, her blues for big, black eyes. She was no longer human; her golden-brown fur reflected the healing light, as she charged towards him with all the strength her lovely bones could muster.
THAT YOU MAKE ME SMILE, PLEASE STAY FOR A WHILE NOW
please take your time,
where ever you go . . .

TAG. pleasant berkley.
WORDS. 640.
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. haven't met you yet - michael bublé
NOTES. i'm starting to love pleasant more and more. C:
CREDITS. made by karma!

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[PLEASANT OLIVER BERKLEY]

His smile full of pointed teeth and her sweet blood, something
that seemed to completely disgust her but pull him in deeper and
deeper though only for her flowing red life source. On the other
hand she did seem like some fun to continue to play with, good
enough to keep alive for another play session and maybe on a
better note...more blood. As his father always used to tell him, a
real man works for his food but this was most definitely not the
idea his father had in mind. His parents would probably flip in
their graves if they could see their little boy now, so different
than all those plans that were always set up for him. That
arranged marriage with that blond whore, oh how much fun it had
been to show up in front of her twenty years after he had "died"
as a child. Then he would have taken over the family business
with a family of his own, but his father had caused the whole
family's downfall by wanting time to stop.

"Oh?" his eyebrow rose in surprise, "Did you want some?"
Pleasant offered his still stained hand as if he really were a young
school boy offering her part of his lunch, well the lunch part
wasn't that far off. He laughed at her, at her actions, the way she
was completely repulsed by him. Yes, he had most definitely
become his own worst nightmare. The thing he promised himself
he would never become when his father had first turned him, but
this was too much fun not to indulge in.

He watched with curiosity as the sunlight danced off her skin, it
looked so much more real against hers than it did his own. Just
another reminder of the damned shining demon in the sky that
seemed to hate his kind. Then it was as if he had found some
internal switch inside the girl and slammed it down with all his
might, oh how he wished he knew what exactly it was. Of course
so that he could do it again and again because no matter how
long he lived he never got bored from watching a shifter change.
It was oddly beautiful, even if that didn't exactly explain it right
but it was the best way he could think of it to make sense of it
all.

Even with all its beauty or whatever he would classify it as, he
truly didn't want to be rammed into by a doe. Even if the girl
didn't have the horns of her male counterpart, Pleasant did not
want to make today the day he learned how much damage a
deer could do on her own. He slipped off the headstone, using it
as his shield, let her see how good she feels after ramming into
marble. He backed off moving to the side though, if only for good
measure. "I guess this means I can't call you little bird then?"
he laughed showing his true age again with the nickname he had
heard so long ago.

Will you take what's left of me? Reanimate my trust in fate?

Notes:Ok, these two get more and more fun :3
Music:Angel in Disguise - Cinema Bizarre

[ghost]

it starts at my toes & then i crinkle my nose ! ! !
WHERE EVER IT GOES, I ALWAYS KNOW
She could feel her a knot in her belly as he mentioned it, the mere idea making her feel sick. She couldn't even imagine for a second the thought of the red liquid dribbling down her throat without it making her feel ill, and she hated that he tried to even entertain the thought, and she tried not to make it noticeable to the vampire; Knowing that if he'd have found out, he'd simply use it as a new way to get on her nerves. She attempted to speak, swallowing before she did as it felt her stomach had leaped into her throat. "No.", she gulped again, feeling the acidic feeling of vomit teasing her mouth. "No thank you."

She turned away, tears dotting her eyes as she recieved memories from herself, those days home from school as a little girl, no older than Pleasant himself, with her stringy blonde hair and thick-framed glasses, sick at home from school; happy to be home, away from all those cruel words and clenched fists against her frail bones, until the screaming amongst her parents start, the shut of the door that ended it sending her into a river of tears that seemed to be synched along with her mother's. She wasn't sure why Pleasant brought up such horrible feelings and memories in her, the ones that shut her up and made her the shy girl with low self-esteem she usually was, all that logic seemed to be thrown out the window when she was with the boy. She remembered those rare quiet nights when her parents weren't hollering at each other, either drugged up on painkillers or simply gone, as she scribbled away in her diary about meeting the perfect boy who just made her feel strange in all those right ways.

Pleasant seemed to be the opposite of that, just another one of the pains that speckled her otherwise normal existence, except embodied in the boy's small body. And just like Pleasant, she remembered how her problems were gone by the morning sunlight, her mom and dad wearing their fake smiles to impress everyone around them. But they always returned by night, she knew each and every day as she returned to another sleepless night of slamming doors. She despised how she woke up every morning to the joyous love songs on the radio and warm breakfast on the table, as if they had erased their mind of the night before. Ghost wondered, just for a second, if it would have been so bad if just one of her parents had been lying dead somewhere on this island, as far apart from the other as possible. It would have been the happiest they've ever been, she feared, and she knew it was true.

Her eyes moistened, with her eyelids pink and puffy. She hadn't cried for so long; she had long accustomed to the sound of fists against flesh and glass breaking against the walls, she had grown immune to it. But she had been presented a new problem, this boy in front of her eyes, and the harsh island that was all around her. She allowed only a few tears to slip from her eyes, not wanting to give Pleasant the pleasure of seeing her weep, not wanting to appear somehow weaker than she already seemed. She turned around, feeling anger build up inside her as she felt her bones pour into the mold of her animal. She trampled towards him, only to feel the harsh stone against her skull, all too familiar.

The change was instant, as she changed from deer to girl again in second, the mist licking her naked body and making her shiver. Her brain throbbed apinfully against her skull, and she swore she could feel a crack in her skull cap. She hugged her snowy dress to her body to cover herself up as she sat there with a scowl on her face. Be strong, girl, don't cry, that's exactly what he wants to see you do,, she thought, knowing Pleasant was on the otherside of the tombstone she propped her weak body against. She sat there, blood pouring from her forhead, as she awaited Pleasant to come take her life. Atleast she'd have died with dignity.
THAT YOU MAKE ME SMILE, PLEASE STAY FOR A WHILE NOW
please take your time,
where ever you go . . .

TAG. pleasant berkley.
WORDS. 712.
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. thinking of you - katy perry
NOTES. aww, my poor lil' girl. ;( don't hurt her too bad, pleasant!
CREDITS. made by karma!

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