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Thread: A girl with talent (Tashi & Adam)

It was past midnight, and the concert had ended more than an hour ago. The extra number she had worked on for the past month wasn't even played - the applause had been polite and brief. And the most important man, well, the only important man, had left his seat early. Mr Donovani, the financial patron of the school, did not even care to listen to the end of the show. Even Nina, a girl who's lack of talent had puzzled many, had received more praise than her from the audience. A worse outcome than this was hard to imagine. The second she left the stage, Mark, her best and maybe her only friend at the school had walked up to her. Good luck explaining that he had said, in an unusually unfriendly voice. The boss wants to see you in his office, at half past midnight. So for the past hour, she had been waiting. The all to familiar corridors of the school, now empty, wasn't a very good companion for someone waiting for what might be her final judgment. When the doors to mr Edwardsons office finally opened, it was Nina who opened them. You can come in. the petite girl said, looking down at the floor. She was wearing a black dress, far to short to confirm with school regulation, and her long curly blonde hair was in a mess. Nina was infamous for being the subject of many rumors, like the time she returned from a vacation with much larger breasts, but it was still strange to find her at mr Edwardsons office at this late hour. Inside the office, her trainer were sitting behind a big oak desk, as usual filled with unsorted papers, half written letters and music sheets. The room was big - with the financing from mr Donovani, the school could afford marble floor, a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a panorama view of the city for its more talented teachers. Mr Edwardson was still wearing his tuxedo from the evening, but the black bow tie was just hanging around his neck. He was in his mid 40's, but with the tired look on his face he had now it looked more like mid 50's. His black hair seemed to have more gray in it, and his dark brown eyes were empty of both hope and emotion. Why he asked with a hoarse voice Why are you doing this to me?
Thread: A girl with talent (Tashi & Adam)

Elisabeth knew she messed up. Big time. As a violinist she's a core of most plays-if that core even slightly fails the entire play follows. And she didn't fail just slightly. She failed tremendously. She couldn't keep the pace, she was messing up the notes, she couldn't synchronize her music with the rest of the orchestra. The cold, disapproving stares from the audience and the fact that mr.Donovani left halfway through the play only made the matters worse for the poor girl. No wonder she dropped the violin during her solo play later, ultimately finishing her performance with this disgracing accent. Was it really that surprising though? Sure, she was one of the best violists this school ever saw. Talented and hardworking, she was an example for many. And although she was most often playing violin she was proficient with almost every music instrument, which was even more amazing considering the fact that she was barley 18. Music was her life- ever since she was discovered by mr.Edwardson, the very person who she was about to confront now, when she was 7 she has been doing her best to become the greatest musician ever. But, during the last weeks the quality of her plays dropped significantly. She couldn't focus, she kept losing the rhythm, she couldn't keep on with the rest of the musicians. Nothing as bad as what happened roughly an hour ago, of course, but still, she knew that her plays are, for some reason getting worse and worse. What was it? Stress? Anxiety? Some sort of mental disorder? Overworking herself? She used to keep thinking it over and over again, trying to find the cause. But...did it really matter now!? After all, she was about to get expelled. She knew it in her guts. She's been standing in the cold corridor for over an hour, her legs, which were protected barley by thin black thigh-high stockings and knee-long elegant shirt were shaking. It was winter and the school was not heated during the night-normally no one stayed here this late. But, this was hardly a normal situation.... Suddenly the door opened and Nina came out. For some reason she looked really down on her mood-her hair messed up, her head down she whispered you can come in and walked away without even looking at Elisabeth. Maybe he was angry at her because I messed up she thought and her legs crumbled a little, halfway from the feeling of guilt for what might have happened to Nina because of her mistakes and halfway from fear of what might happen to her now. Steadily, the petite, black-haired girl recognizable from her pale complexion, stunning beauty and formerly superior music skills entered the room while slightly shaking, head down, afraid to even look up at her teacher. She froze upon hearing his question and then, with all her strength, she looked into his eyes and answered in a shaking voice I-I'm sorry...
Thread: A girl with talent (Tashi & Adam)

For a second her teachers eyes displayed something that at least resembled compassion or sadness, but when he spoke he's eyes filled with rage. That isn't much of an explanation, it's not even much of an excuse. His voice was trembling as he struggled to hold his rage back. No there was no compassion in his eyes, maybe it had just been pity. But in the end it really doesn't matter why you are a failure - the result will be the same, my dear. My dear. He only called her that when he was upset or dissatisfied. The two kind words were not a gesture of love, but of contempt. He got up from his chair, and lit a small cigar as he started to saunter restlessly to and fro. Your little performance this evening might just as well cost us half our budget. he said in between puffs on his cigar. He only smoked when he was nervous or upset, and now he seemed to be both. Missis Andrews, the piano teacher, told me she though you were making some kind of childish rebellion, that you were a diva that needed to be put into place. He stopped to look at her for a short second, his eyes studying her body carefully, inspecting her like she was a painting he was just about to bid on. I told her that you were just a poor musician, but maybe she was right. he said, exhaling smoke at her face. He was standing right in front of her now, his sharp rugged face just inches from hers, standing 6' 5'' tall he had to look down to gaze into her eyes. But the thing that worries me most is not the fact that you can't find the key, no, I could stand some technical mistakes. He shook his head. No, it is the fact that after more than ten years you still don't play with any passion. You just don't feel the music, it is not a part of you. Grand Pas de six is about pain, and playing it like it was just a collection of notes stacked on each other is an insult to Tchaikovsky! Her teacher did not even sound very angry anymore, maybe he didn't feel the need to waste any emotions at all on somebody who soon would be a nobody. After a relation that had lasted more than half of her life, she didn't even manage to get him to hate her - disdain was the strongest reaction she was able to provoke. I will give you one last chance. Get your violin and play the final part of the Swan Lake for me one last time, and I will try to help you find the connection to the music. I will help you feel it, if not in your soul at least in your body.
Thread: A girl with talent (Tashi & Adam)

As soon as he spoke her will to resist him shattered and her head fell down. The rage in his voice....the sharpness with which his voice cut through her thoughts...the certain that she WILL be expelled this time...As he continued his rant her legs kept shaking more and more and feelings of self-pity and self-hatred started taking over. Why did she have to screw up? Why couldn't she play as she used to? Tears started coming to her eyes, yet she dared not to raise her head. She believed him when he said that her failure might cost the school half of their budget. She believed him when he said what missis Andrews said about her, that woman never liked her. And she believed when he honestly told her he considered her a bad musician all along. And it hurt. It hurt her both as a person and as an aspiring musician...even more so because she couldn't find anything in her defense. She coughed as smoke filled her gentle nostrils. Instinctively she raised her head up only to quickly turn it back down upon meeting his ruthless gaze. Then, as he kept talking in, now, a much calmer voice... that she doesn't feel the music...that it's not a part of her...that she's an insult to Tchaikovsky...she wanted to object. Music was her life. He knew that. How could he kept saying these things despite that? And yet..if she truly understood music...why did she kept failing lately? So she didn't object and kept listing to him, knowing it's finally their last meeting. What is she going to do? She has hardly anywhere to go. Maybe she'll...she'll... Just as she was going to start crying because she couldn't even think of life outside the Academy, he said something. Something unexpected. I'll give you one last chance... What was that? What was that again? New hope filled her soul, her heart begun to race. Violin? Bring violin? Last chance? Play? She raised her head and looked into his eyes. As cold as ever. But she didn't mind anymore as she bowed deeply before him and said in a clear, if a little soft, voice. Thank you, mister Edwardson. I will do my best! She bowed again, turned around and almost rushed out of the office. She completely ignored the part about teaching her body, treating it as hogwash the old man would say out of anger. ------ Few minutes later she was back, ready to show her teacher the best of her. Her hair as eleggant as always, her eyes filled with determination, her hand squeezing the bow in the way it almost hurt her. She blinked few times to cool herself off and knocked at the office's doors, mentally preparing herself for what was about to happen. Except... Elisabeth Tanner had no idea what was about to happen.
Thread: A girl with talent (Tashi & Adam)

He smiled when she returned with her violin in her hand. There were something weird about that smile - it was not a friendly and warm one, that was for sure. No, there were something smug about it - it was filled with self righteous excitement, and the half smoked cigar in the corner of his mouth just reinforced the impression. He put an arm around her waist, a strange thing since he seldom touched her at all, he seldom touched anybody. Come here, my dear. he said, and firmly led her to a full length mirror hanging on the wall, positioning her right in front of it. His arms did in no way look week, quite the opposite, but he still felt stronger than he looked when he moved her around. Now he was standing right behind her, his hand still resting steady on her hip - the only warm point in the chilly room. Their eyes met in the mirror as his head towered above hers in the reflection, and the strange mix of anticipation and condescension in his eyes radiated at her. The two of them were alone in the room, probably alone in the whole 18th century neoclassical sand stone building that was the school. The scattered lights of the otherwise dark city could be seen through the window, and the quiet clatter of rain against the glass was all that could be heard. They were alone in all this space, but yet he stood so close to her. She could hear his breath, feel the warmth from his body, smell his perfume. There were something familiar about that smell... Wasn't it the perfume that Nina always overdosed so lavishly? The forth act. Siegfried and Odette meet again. Two separated lovers reunite. It begins with longing, desire, passion. Grand pas de six. Capo. He sounded like a director at a stage, and in some way maybe he was. The only question was what scene he was setting up.
Thread: A Bloody Love

Vincent Leto was a monster, one who could only be called human because of the skin that he wore. He knew such a fact all too well, knew that when all was said and done that there'd be a very special spot waiting for him in the pits of Hell. And yet, there was nothing he could do, was there? It was like a bitter addiction. Not to drugs or alcohol, not to something so simple. If only that were the case. Indeed, his addiction was to the life that leaked from a wound, that crimson liquid that glistened and rippled in the sun. Even that copper taste, what most would consider foul, was like honey to him. So sweet, delicious, so...disgusting. And yet there was no escape. Like any addict, he was doomed to continue savoring it until it finally did him in. But, well, at least he wasn't alone. The young man could feel his eyes growing heavy as he flipped through the pages of the stained newspaper, the bold text growing blurry as the sandman's grip tightened...only the ticktock of the nearby clock keeping him awake. The crinkling of paper could be heard throughout the small motel room as he gingerly flipped through the pages, his empty green eyes flying through the text...the edges of his lips curling upward as his search turned up fruitless. Attention was always lovely, but at the same time they had been attracting too much of it. Six states, and a body count that make your average killer blush. To many, they were the devil incarnate, a title that brought a slight flutter to Vince's heart. And yet, to other, such a title would perhaps seem a bit...over exaggerated? Even Vince had to admit he was hardly the most frightening figure. The young man was somewhat scrawny, standing at 6'0 and boasting a rather boyish face with a mop of messy raven hair upon his head. And yet, wasn't it what was inside that counted in the end? What his physical appearance lacked, his abilities more than made up for. Hm? He was thrown out of his thoughts as a sudden knocking reached his ears, Vince's gaze travelling upwards door. Pizza delivery! Came the muffled voice, a slight smile reaching the young man's lips. Delivery boy is here, dear, He called out to his love, voice dropping a couple levels ...do you want this one?
Thread: A Bloody Love

A life that couldn't be better. Sure, they were constantly on the run, never truly settling down in one place but what else was there to life? She had him but other than that, there was nothing. This this delicious addiction. It was one thing to see a drop of that beautiful crimson ruby, but to see a lot of it along with the pure fear across a victim's face. It was like Christmas came early. Bly was maybe a little messed up in the head perhaps a little bit was an understatement. However, she had her perfect counterpart, the man who could complete her and made her life remotely interesting. That, along with the way their life went, it was like having it all. Sure, they were wanted in quite a few states and the number of victims dead wracked up fast, but it was definitely an interesting way of life. It was that time of night, where a shower was more than necessary. After traveling so far for so long, she craved a shower, just the need to be clean again. It was kind of an odd thing. She would love to bathe in blood, but she couldn't stand not showering after it hit the five day mark. It was disgusting if it ever went that long but sometimes it had to because sometimes it would really be dangerous if they stopped moving. Finally, there was a chance to be clean again and she jumped on it the moment they checked into the motel. About the time the pizza delivery guy came, Bly had gotten out of the shower. A white fluffy cotton towel was wrapped around her tiny lithe frame and her dark brown locks were still deeply wet. Her body was clean, she smelled clean and her hair would actually look pleasant and not oily to touch. Walking out of the bathroom, she heard her love and she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind and kissed his shoulder. How about tonight...you join me. She whispered. I'd hate to take his life alone. I want your help. Pretty please... Moving from him, she stood upright, pouting and looked back at him as she answered the door. It was an impression to answer a door, wearing nothing but a towel, having so clearly gotten out of the shower not even a minute ago. Hi there, Mr. Pizza Man. She tilted her head, leaning on the door, giggling a little bit. Her eyes spoke a different story than what her outward appearance gave. She didn't look like the kind of girl who was even capable of this. But her eyes said otherwise. They were these big piercing blue eyes that spoke of her true deviousness. What do you have for me?
Thread: A Bloody Love

As though he had just been invited to a party Vince went ahead and gave a smile traced with sadism in return, grabbing one of her hands and bringing it to his lips. Pulling away seconds later, he spoke, ...do you even need to ask, m'dear? I would be honored, He should have said no, he should have pulled himself away. But, hell, it was too late anyhow, wasn't it? There was nothing he could do but just enjoy it, so he told himself. Again and again. Still somewhat invested in the paper, he lowered it only a slight margin to watch as the love of his life made her way towards the door, a flicker of amusement running through his features as he wondered just how their newest victim would react. Didn't ever pizza man dream of such a moment? Being greeted by a beautiful young lady wearing naught but a towel? When Bly went ahead and pulled open the door she'd find a younger boy upon the other end, probably not even out of high school yet. The scent of greasy cheese wafted through the air, the rather annoyed look that had been in his eyes only moment ago quickly changing as he caught sight of the woman in front of him. Eyes widened, cheeks flushed, and for a moment he was as silent as a mouse. Um... He nervously glanced to the left and then to the right, biting at his lip he greeted Bly. Er...uh, hi, Don't stare, don't stare, don't stare He shuffled nervously about, apparently needing a couple seconds to form up a more...coherent sentence. ...you, er, ordered a pepperoni pizza right? It'll be 10.49,
Thread: A Bloody Love

Bly gave Vince a certain smile, a suggestive smile before turning her attention back to the pizza delivery boy. She looked at him with a certain lust. Not a sexual lust but a blood lust. She saw him as this bag of blood that was simply waiting to be played with. However, she noticed he didn't look much younger than her. Give or take four or five years, but that did not sway her decision. If anything, he was fresh, still so young, not tainted and maybe even pure. Oh when she did come across someone whose blood was incredibly pure, it was such a turn on. Just like some guys like pure virginal girls, Bly liked her victims to be pure blooded. Her smile turned into a grin, for his reaction to her current clothing situation was priceless. She should have simply opened the door completely nude, but she wouldn't do that. She had some self respect! Wow...10.49? Gee, I didn't realize it'd be so much. Unfortunately I don't have that kind of money. Surely...there's another way I can repay you, right? She asked softly, stepping towards him now, running a finger over the top of the pizza covered box and then up his chest. Her eyes looked up at him, that same devious look still so resonated there. She had so many ideas, so many thoughts of exactly how she wanted to carry this out. None seemed as beautiful as the old fashioned torture. Well, old fashioned in Bly's book. Why don't you come in?
Thread: A Bloody Love

Um, well... He was as red a lobster now, the boy quick to glance over his shoulder to make sure no one was checking the pair out. His boss had told him that they weren't allowed to go into someone's house, that it was either be paid or take the pizza back. But, well, uh...she...she seemed sweet enough right? More than sweet, actually. He could feel his heart pounding as her finger moved up his chest, biting his lip as a flurry of thoughts flew through his mind. There was no harm...right? I-It wasn't like it'd be a big deal. He could scrounge up the extra cash himself, pretend that it was the girl who gave it to him. No one would be any wiser. Right that sounded like a good idea to himself. Foolproof, really. T-that'd be fine, He said, a rather sheepish smile crossing his lips. With one final look into his shoulder the boy would follow her into the motel. So caught up in his own eagerness, he barely noticed that devilish glimmer in her eyes... -- Vince had been quick on his feet, taking cover in the bathroom and peeking through the crack to see his love draw the gullible boy on in with only a lovely smile and a bit of skin. Oh, she was so very skilled...once the boy was in her hands, he'd be sure to join in.
Thread: A Bloody Love

The moment he agreed to come on inside, Bly's smile became bigger, as if she showing him her excitement for him coming in. He had one impression going on in his mind, of a thousand things that could happen that night with them. She had only one thing on her mind. Such a cute face, such a nice frame, had to be pumped with a lot of blood. And just a thought of it, of him bleeding out onto their motel floor, was enough to get her going. It' d be a long night. For him at least. It didn't even occur to her inquire about his name. To her, he didn't have a name. To her, he was just a stranger. Another life form with a lovely supply of blood, all for the taking. That was it. Some kid delivering pizza. Not even that specific. Just...some kid. Shutting the door behind her, she watched the guy walk in, silently locking it as well. Tilting her head, she watched him and then moved behind him. She took the pizza box from him, setting it down and then let her hands roam over his shoulders where she slowly took his jacket off. Come inside. Relax. She whispered, placing his jacket behind a chair and she walked over to the little bedroom. Stopping in the doorway, she motioned for him to follow with her eyes before letting the towel drop from her frame. She had a beautiful body. Not petite. She had curves. She wasn't a stick. It didn't look like she forgot to eat often. She was healthy physically. Just mental in the brain. Noticing Vincent in the bathroom, she grinned and then moved onto the bed, setting herself up in a way that was proven very successful in the past of their many victims.
Thread: A Bloody Love

The poor well, 'poor' was perhaps not quite the right word pizza boy probably hadn't seen a single naked woman in his life, looking at the way he was acting. His cheeks were still a deep shade of red, and as Vincent pressed his ear against the wooden door he swore he could hear the rhythmic beat-beat-beat of the boy's heart. Plenty of blood then, good. Here was to hoping he wouldn't die to quickly, however. Bly didn't need to have her fun cut short. Trying to stay quiet, he eased himself against the door a bit more, one eye peering through the barely visible crack as he watched the kid approach the bed. Trying his best not to the stare, the boy was quick to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it off, his arms getting caught up around the sleeves. With a bit of stumbling and dancing about however he finally managed to remove it, letting it land in a crumpled heap upon the floor before finally going ahead and taking a seat upon the bed. His gaze nervously shifted about for a brief moment, eyes soon settling upon the beauty laying in front of him. Um... A nervous chuckle escaped his lips as he, the boy scratching the back of his head as he bit at his lip. So, um...w-what now? The answer was obvious, he knew that, but...well...he wasn't exactly sure on how he was going to make the first move. Especially with a complete and utter stranger. And still, he did not see the demon lurking within the girl...