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Post by melody mckay on Jul 31, 2009 20:03:21 GMT -5
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For as long as Mel could remember she'd always loved feeling like she was at the top of the world. Tall places made her feel free. Hence why she was now standing at the top of the cliffs. Her hands were intertwined in front of her, her hood was up and she stood amazed at the beauty of the view in front of her. Even though she'd seen it plenty of times before. She never really let things get old. She made sure to enjoy everything, no matter how many times she saw it. And she was sure she could come and visit these cliffs forever and still feel the same way ever single time. She was very sentimental and always had been.
She been in Forks for four years now and it had taken that long for her to actually learn to like the place a little bit. Just a little bit. Only for this reason though. She loved the cliffs and the beach. She spent more time on the cliffs though, less people hung out up there. It wasn't that she was anti-social. She just liked to be alone at some times. She was tired of her mother complaining about her lack of friends. In fact, anti-social was her favorite word to associate with Mel. In fact, unless Mel was the homecoming queen her mother would never be happy. She didn't want to be popular or sociable like those girls. She just wanted to be herself. Plain, boring, odd Melody.
She sighed as her eyes followed the crashing waves. It was going to rain soon and the increased height of the waves was only one sign. The smell of rain was lingering in the air. The sky was dark in the distance. It looked like a storm. She'd love to hang around for the storm but of course her mother would have a heart attack if she didn't come home or at least call. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and saw what she knew she would. No service. She never had service up there. Or anywhere close to the reservation for that matter. There were no cell phone towers close enough. With the oncoming storm she had about twenty minutes to get somewhere where she could call her mother and declare that she was in fact alive and well.
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Post by Nixon Kennedy on Jul 31, 2009 23:37:19 GMT -5
For as long as his memory reached, nothing had had such an impact on his life as women. Nixon was a ladies man, he loved all women, no matter where they were from or what their pasts held. Nixon had been jogging when the sweet scent of nectar that touched his nose hinted to Mel's whereabouts. He could smell the stench of werewolf too,which caused him to cringe, but to Mel he would go. He needed some form of entertainment tonight. He would never admit it but she had held his interest far longer than most women.
He turned in the directions of the cliffs and took off running. He knew how to be stealthy and silent. He also knew the one mistake he had made with Mel. He had gotten to know her. He knew her too well to be able to just kill her. The interesting thing about the girl was her lack of happiness. She didn't seem happy unless she was left utterly alone. And Nixon just never left anyone alone. He could tell she liked him with the way her pulse sped up when he neared her. He longed for the taste of her lips again. Her smooth supple body fit against his and made him harden at the mere thought of touching her. He growled softly as he came upon the path that led out to the cliffs and slowed down.
He scalled the tree next to him and jumped the trees ahead of him. He spotted her as she stared out into the sky. He watched her look at her cell phone and he smiled. So like her to try and call someone knowing she didn't have any service. He wondered what happened between her and her mother this time. she coughed softly to clear his throat, before swinging down and landing behind her. He landed so softly she wouldn't have been able to hear him till he wanted her to. "My dear Melody...", He drawled. "What a surprise to find you here, alone." He said, stepping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her. [/color]
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Post by melody mckay on Aug 1, 2009 0:06:18 GMT -5
Melody didn't even hear footsteps before a familiar voice said her name. For the past three weeks Nixon had been pretty much the only person she really let in. She had a friend or two but nobody made her feel the way he did. Everything about him was so perfect. He was gorgeous, his voice was gorgeous, he smelled incredible all the time, he made her feel alive. Something that was hard when she was trapped in a town that was practically dead. Nothing interesting happened there. Apart from the occasional murder here or there or a disappearance or two. She couldn't believe how quiet things were here. That was natural though. She was from New York City. Everything was loud and busy and even though she was odd it was still easy to find friends.
Forks was a different story though. In Forks, being odd set you aside from everyone else. She wasn't even sure she could call her few friends friends. They were more like people she used to keep her occupied during school. She never saw them outside of school. She never went anywhere with them at all. She just hung out with them during school. She knew nothing of their personal life and they knew nothing of hers. She never shared her odd obsession with vampires or stories of her aggravating mother. And she most definitely didn't tell them about Nixon because Nixon was the one thing she wished to keep to herself forever. She didn't want to share him. As it was, he was right where she wanted him. Stand there with his arms wrapped around her.
She'd never questioned any of his oddities. Like the way his arms were as cold as ice as they wrapped around her. She remembered how she had gasped the first time he touched her. By now she'd grown used to it though. She also hated how she never got to see him when the sun actually came out. He always knew the answers to every thing she ever wondered about. He spoke like he was from a different time. A tongue so foreign and romantic. It showed in the way he called her "My dear Melody" instead of just Mel like everyone else. She hated being called by her full name but she loved the way it rolled off his tongue.
"I'm always alone when you find me." She replied with a small chuckle. She turned herself around in his arms so she could look at him. His hazel eyes were entrancing. She'd always had a love for hazel eyes. Even before he came along. She wrapped her arms around him. "I missed you." She whispered softly.
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Post by Nixon Kennedy on Aug 1, 2009 1:00:02 GMT -5
He smelled the way her blood heated when she had heard him. She smelled so much sweeter when her pulse quickened. Something about the way she smelt made his mouth water with the anticipation of sinking into her warm supple flesh. He wondered if she would scream or whimper when his fangs sunk deep inside of her. he wondered if she would wrap her legs around him and bring him into her or if she would fight him. He shivered at the thought of her writhing underneath him. He shook himself as he looked her over. He remembered the first day he had met her. She looked so lonely and sad, that he wanted to kiss her. He had simply walked up to her though and talked to her.
Over the past few weeks she had openned up and let him in. He hadn't really tried hard he was just easy to talk to. He had noticed that she had needed someone. He had felt a bit lonely and in need of some entertainment. So he had befriended her as best as he could. She had become like a book to him in the last few weeks. He had laughed when she first reacted to his arms his cold arms. It had been a funny thing to see. But she had gotten used to it, and that was all that had mattered to him. He preferred that she actually want to spend time with him. She wasawesome entertainment even if she wouldn't sleep with him yet.
He loved the way she never questioned him about anything. He got to know her and she got to know him but he made it seem more up to date than his real life story. He loved the way her interest was always peaked when they would talk. She always asked the oddest questions and he would always have an answer for her. She was like a sponge and it amused him greatly. he brushed the fallen hair out of her eyes as she had turned herself around to look up at him. She looked so angelic to him, but she was merely a food source nothing more. At least that was what he kept telling himself.
"I have a feeling it is because you don't want to share me." He had drawled, leaning forward and brushing her lips with his. He wasn't surprised when she had claimed to miss him, she always told him that. "I'm never far. You can call me. But i missed you too, my darling melody." He said softly, kissing her jaw softly. [/color]
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Post by melody mckay on Aug 1, 2009 1:28:20 GMT -5
For some reason, even though she'd only known Nixon for a few weeks, she felt incredibly safe with him. Like nothing could harm her. Of course it was foolish to think so. It wasn't like he had superhuman abilities to protect her with or anything. He was just Nixon. The guy that was slowly becoming her own Romeo. She hated to admit that she's let him in so quickly but there was something about him. Her mother didn't really care for him. She'd mentioned how he looked at her like "a piece of meat". That comment had caused the very argument that had caused her to leave and end up here. Right back in his arms once more. She couldn't care less what her mother said anymore. It was like everything she said was the introduction to another argument. She couldn't stand it anymore. She just wanted out of that house. If she could spend every waking hour with Nixon she would.
It wasn't because of the obvious romantic relationship developing between them. It was because she felt like he understood her. Like she didn't have to change a thing, he liked her just the way she was and she loved it. She hated trying to be someone else so others would like her. She loved just being herself and feeling like she was accepted. That's why she clung to Nixon so much. He didn't criticize her or laugh at her. He never made her feel small or ridiculous. She just felt comfortable and relaxed. That was something her mother would never understand.
A chill ran through her body when his lips brushed hers. His breathe was almost as icy as his touch. She didn't ask questions though. She never did. Whatever it was that made him that way was his business. She shivered as his lips touched her jaw. It was so difficult to listen to what he was saying when he did that. Her blood rushed faster and faster at every touch. "Why would I want to share when I can have you all to myself? I guess I'm selfish"
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