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Akasha slowed her pace once she was satisfied she hadn't been followed into the woods. There was just so much noise inside her head as a tidal wave of memories came crashing down forcing her to sift through them. It had all started when she first heard rumors of the witches living in a valley not far from Kemet. This sparked her curiosity leading to an invitation being extended.
She remembered being disappointed by the news then as she stood alone in the royal bedchamber there was this…black smoke that forced itself down her throat. From that moment forward the moments when she had control were thousands of years apart…on the night assassins came leaving them for dead when the spirit fused with her blood making her the ‘first’ vampire.?
The decision to save her husband was the last time she was the one calling the shots because shortly after the black smoke reclaimed her. There were certain gaps in her memory as she hadn't always been awake for what was taking place but she remembered the night the witches came casting their spells leaving her and Enkil in this…catatonic state that kept the ‘puppet master’ at bay.?
Unfortunately, for her, it hadn't driven it out it had merely left them trapped with one another for thousands of years. Its voice constantly whispering and taunting reminding her of its success at fooling her husband. Tears began falling down her cheeks…a feeling both hurt and undeniable anger at the thought.
She walked between the trees with her eyes slowly taking everything in as she continued sifting through those memories. The moment she gained her freedom was her last as this madwoman had driven her through a glass wall taking her head off and no one…not even the one at her side made a move to save her.
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And he couldn't even have piece and freaking quiet in the damn forest. Lose his phone and some strange chick had to crash his silent party...Some strange vampire chick.?
"You a friend of Dracula's or one of his wives," Damon asked dryly, stepping? up behind the dark haired young woman.
He didn't believe in Dracula, but the words of the odd couple still annoyed him mainly because they weren't human. Serving some monster and likely its thralls. Could be any number of monster, none having to be from the movies. Still something to start a conversation and he did want to know exactly what the hell.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Akasha came to a sudden stop whirling around to face the stranger who she regarded with one eyebrow lifted. It was rare a thing indeed for anyone to come this close or make the effort of striking up a conversation. She couldn't say whether it was courage or ignorance that drove him. While her reputation was not one of her making it still hung over her like a dark cloud.?
Perhaps it was something that should be embraced instead of left behind or altered to suit her needs. There was precious little left this world could take from her as that ‘thing’…Eve had taken her husband's life decades ago. Her anger left the queen sorely tempted to make use of the new abilities…to get some…practice as it were.?
“Dracula?” She repeated innocently enough while carefully studying the man before her. It might almost be…therapeutic taking out some of her anger on him. It mattered very little whether he'd done anything at all to her as she'd gleaned enough to know that like Enkil this child had been unable to tell when another controlled the woman he’d claimed to love.
“Should I know this person?” It was a name she'd heard from time to time in the minds of those connected to her in the old days and had admittedly made her at least moderately curious though thanks to those meddlesome witches having trapped her with that damned thing for thousands of years there was little to be done in the way of investigating.?
“I had a husband, once. He’s been dead for sometime. But his name was not this…Dracula of which you speak.” Slowly circling him as she'd grown bored of standing still but also out of a desire to see whether he could be made uncomfortable. She could tell he’d shut his emotions off based on the memories she sifted through…not out of any real interest as it was more about looking for that one thing to be used.?
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This one was crazy and dangerous. She had that look in her eye, Damon noted with a mixed bag of feelings. Interest, intrigue, excitement of the board self destructive sort as he idly wondered if he could take her out if necessary. Well of course he could. But would he bother or would she be more interesting to watch.
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"Did you kill him," he quipped of her dead husband, lips quirking up into a slightly amused smile.
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She certainly seemed loose in the screws enough to do so. How old was she, then? Some of the older ones...well the years got to them, for the weaker minds even around 700 or so, he'd noticed.
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"If you don't like bad old movies, No. Dracula isn't anyone you should be aware of I guess. Especially if you live under a rock," he added, at last getting around to answering her initial question.
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Anyone who had no idea who that was certainly did have a few screws loose. He was suddenly jarred by his own thoughts of who she reminded him of...Amara...Amara hadn't known who anyone was. Why would she have, considering she'd been shut away for 2000 years.
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OOC, Oh Damon, Damon! Can't give him player knowledge so there he goes...Ah.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Akasha wore a blank expression in spite of having strong feelings on the subject of her husband. It was, as they say, complicated. She mourned his death while at the same time being positively livid at his failure to take action or even notice the behavior to be unlike her. “As a matter of fact…” Here she paused for added suspense as she rather enjoyed the thought of making him uncomfortable.?
“It was the first thing I did upon waking.” The raven haired beauty circled back around holding his gaze and there was the briefest look of sadness. It wasn't so easily disguised and despite her anger there was a lingering affection for the man. How could there not be after all this time??
She quickly shook off those thoughts then went on. “I suppose after six thousand years of being trapped at his side it was time for a change.” As of yet she could see no reason to be completely honest about what really happened that night. Tipping her head slightly she posed the question. “Why do you ask?”
She brought one hand up placing it over his heart in what could either be considered a seductive or threatening way. “A rock? No. But we were kept hidden away for almost our entire existence though toward the end our guardian started leaving what I believe was called a television on for us. I suppose he hoped it would get some sort of reaction.”
Shrugging her shoulders slightly as if to say his reasons were unimportant then abruptly withdrawing her hand, a move that could almost appear to be in preparation for ripping ones heart out.
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Yep, she was crazy, Damon thought, emotions a mix of amused, annoyed and resigned. He knew crazy well unfortunately.
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"I suppose you've never met anyone named Katherine Pierce? Not a bff or anything by any chance," he asked dryly, for this woman reminded him of another dark haired beauty who's middle name was Crazy-Bitch and her first name was Katherine.
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This one spoke of being 66000 years old, but no. No vampire was older than Klaus and his siblings and they were 5000 or so years shy of that impressive mark.
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Idly he wished he could text Bonnie about this new little development. His friend may want a heads up if Katherine + came wandering into town, then he remembered he didn't...couldn't give a damn about anyone, Bonnie included.
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"So, what do you plan to do now," he asked, tone only mildly distracted as his mind wandered over all the implications of this one's arrival...here,. as well as why he should care.
The musing was a nearly idle tugging at? his mind, but something about her did...almost bother him. Perhaps he'd just kill her and get it over with.
OOC, he doesn't know, of course, that her type of vampire can read minds.?Oops I do seem to want to fuck with all my poor characters these days. LOL?
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Akasha tipped her head with a look of amusement at what she'd managed to gather from his thoughts. Oh, there were certainly some juicy tidbits that could at the very least make for an entertaining exchange if put to good use. She appeared to be pondering his words though the reality was her mind was going over the words whispered to her while she slept of abilities she lacked prior to her death at the hands of that dreadful witch.
She went to circle him once more though her footsteps suddenly stopped leaving her standing directly behind the young vampire. With the faintest hint of a smirk the raven haired woman reached into his mind preparing for her next move. Once it was decided what she should do she answered his question, however, when she spoke again her voice was not her own. It was hers. Elena's.?
“Why would you even think that, Damon? With everything she's done…”
She'd made certain that in his eyes her appearance would match that of the woman she'd chosen to masquerade as in that moment. If seeing her face caused even a moment of pain it was well deserved as he’d failed this woman…Elena the way her husband had failed her.
(ooc: he’ll have figuring that out lol)
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Damon wasn't interested in leaving his back open to this new girl' so was in the midst of spinning to face her, but...Elena was there instead. No...Mind suddenly hazy, he blinked. It was difficult to recall the past minute or 2, to recall the 'new girl. What was Elena doing here? Something had gotten strange, but he didn't?remember why or what...Frowning he studied Elena...but how? The words seemed relevant, so he spoke them aloud.
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"But how?"
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Feelings attempted to boil to the surface in spite of his flipped switch, but the mind muddle worked in favor of said switch for now. The emotion in Elena's voice, familiar, and deserved as it was tugged at him, however, far more than he liked.
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OOC, Figured confusing was a good start.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Akasha stayed at a distance feeling that to be the choice this woman…Elena would make knowing what she knew of his current ‘mental state’. She parted her lips to answer then closed them once more with a look of caution. One hand rising in much the same way as she'd witnessed the girl doing in a memory of his. “We talked about this.” Carefully mimicking a look of concern.
“Bonnie used a locator spell and…” She let her hand fall down at her side a moment then nervously wrapping both arms about her waist. All done to keep up appearances, at least until the point this little game was no longer fun (whenever that might be). “Ric gave me a lift. Remember?”
(ooc: sorry it's kinda short. Still kinda working on getting refocused on writing. Trying to get a little done this afternoon while I can.)
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Damon shook his head in an attempt to clear it. He shook it harder when it didn't work as planned. Something wasn't right...It just...wasn't. Though part of him wanted to play into this, another part felt something was a miss that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Uncertainty quickly switched to anger and he lunged at the girl, slamming her back into the nearest tree, his hands around her throat. Elena...No, it couldn't be...but...wasn't it?
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Akasha took note of everything so that at a split second’s notice she could quickly turn things around. But for now she was letting this scenario play out, curious as to whether he'd truly convinced himself she wasn't who she appeared to be. Letting just the right amount of fear and pain creep onto her face as her back slammed against the nearest tree.?
She feigned human weakness while struggling to remove the hand from around her throat as she maintained the illusion of being ‘Elena’. “Damon, stop. What are you doing? You're hurting me.” The words holding just the right amount of emotion to be convincing.?
Sooner or later this little game would get boring and then she'd be left alone with thoughts of her husband and the young arrogant vampire who thought she would actually have any real interest in him. A realization that brought a touch of bitterness she hid exceptionally well.
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Something in Damon's eyes flickered. His hand loosened its grip around Elena's throat. What had he been doing? Opening his mouth to say...he wasn't sure what he'd say, but a strange feeling in his jacket pocket drew his attention. Likely he'd noticed so quickly because he was on high alert at present.
Drawing out the note he scanned it, his jaw tightening, hand returning to the throat it had so recently left. "Who are you, and where is Elena," he growled.
Who had he offended? Well there was a list as long as America for sure, but who powerful enough to attempt pulling this? He was in the mood to make them pay, whoever it was. In his current state it would feel even better than usual to do so.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Akasha knew she'd just about had him based off the look in his eyes with the loosening grip on her throat serving as a confirmation of this. But there was an unexpected shift when he'd read whatever was written on that piece of paper. Suddenly he'd returned to intimidation tactics. It was amusing that he thought for even a second he frightened her.?
Growing bored with the masquerade the illusion fell away revealing her own face, no fear in her eyes as she met his gaze with a level one. She only waited a second more then one hand quickly shot up easily removing the hand at her throat. “It's absolutely adorable that you think you can intimidate me.
She didn't bother to release her hold on his wrist, tightening it a little instead. “I have been called the ‘Queen of the Damned’ by some but…my name is Akasha and as for where this…Elena is…” The raven haired vampire purposely paused here for a while. “I don't know, nor do I care.”
Her gaze becoming curious as she released her hold on his wrist. “Does it matter? You left her unprotected so one has to wonder whether it does.” Her point being that he hadn't stuck around himself to make sure the woman was kept safe.
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"Don't worry about? Elena," Damon said tightly.
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The look he gave Akasha was cold as was his expression, though thoughts were flying behind his eyes. He'd only known one other person who could screw with people's heads like that.
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"He wasn't a vampire...exactly," he spoke the rest of that thought aloud, wanting her reaction. "The other guy who could mess with people's minds the way you just did...People's vampires...pretty much anyone he wanted," he said, tone a mix of cold and conversational as he kept a close watch on this Akasha's face to gauge her reaction.
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"I've never heard of any queen of the damned, but I do know you're getting on my DAMNED nerves," he quipped.
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Frowning he added,"Though you're the 2nd claim to royalty I've come across tonight. Earlier it was the 2 Goth types claiming to work for Dracula...apparently they believe the movies that say he's king of the vampires." His tone as well as his expression were dry and disparaging on that one.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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“Well, someone should. Don’t you think?” Akasha only cared so far as it hit a little too close to home considering the anger and hurt she felt due to a strong suspicion that her own husband had turned a blind eye to her fate much the same way this...child seemed to be doing now with regards to this Elena.
She took note of the coldness of his expression though appeared entirely unfazed, however, one eyebrow rose out of mild curiosity about who this man with similar abilities was. “So, what was this...’not exactly a vampire’ guy then?” It was a change of subject she’d entertain so long as it proved interesting but the moment it no longer did...
Offering a simple shrug of her shoulders only briefly entertaining the thought of providing him with a little history lesson. For now, at least, he’d been upgraded from a mild annoyance meant to become the target for her anger to potentially useful. It was all that was saving him at this point.?
“I don’t know this Dracula but he is most certainly not the ‘king of the vampires’ that would be my late husband.”
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"Ah," Damon drawled sarcastically. "Your late husband is the king of the vampires now. Well that's about as interesting and believable is the Dracula story. Why don't both of you tell it to the true eldest of our kind. That would be Klaus Mikaelson. What's your game anyway," he asked after a slight pause and intense yet skeptical searching of her eyes.
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What was up with these crazy chicks, he wondered, curious yet deep down not caring. Playing with danger may be better than this emptiness but he didn't believe there was any here.
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"The man who was sort of like a vampire was cursed by a witch to be immortal if you believe that sort of thing," he said.
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Not all vampires knew of witches and this one somehow seemed young so he would see.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Akasha decided to take a more direct approach with this young one as words seemed to have no effect. Before he could react or stop what was coming next she stood directly in front of him with a hand resting gently on either side of his head.? This time instead of trickery she let him take a walk through her memories from the moment she married Enkil to the night the black cloud of smoke forced itself down her throat and all that happened after.?
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The six thousand years spent as living statue...trapped with that...thing inside of her...taunting and tormenting her to the night ‘she’ awoke killing off a great many of her own kind with Lester at her side and then her death at the hands of the twin Mekare. Once her story was revealed she let her hands slip from his head and in the blink of an eye was standing where she’d been before showing him things meant to answer questions and convince him of the truth of her words.
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“I believe in this day and age you would say...witches are a pain in the ass.” She hadn’t much use for them after the twins and those responsible for her rather lengthy dormant period trapped with only the whispering voice of what had taken her over.?
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(ooc: she could always be evil and compel him to turn his humanity back on if she cared to do so lol)
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"What a bitch,"? Damon said of
Mekare.
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"Redheads can't be trusted!"
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He made no other comment to her but many things
were racing through his mind as it processed her story. For one they were all so
wrong about the first vampires. LKlaus and his family may be different but they
certainly weren't first. In that case were more before this Akasha of a
different nature? How far back did it go? He supposed different races of
vampires made some sort of sense. There were different races of people and each
seemed to have their talents. The Spanish could dance and...other things really
well, while the Chinese were really good at taking things over and utilizing
their time and resources...and fried rice...One could not forget the fried
rice.
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This Akasha, though, what was she going to do now
and did it really make a damn to him? "So what now," he asked, only mildly
interested. He would probably tell Klaus of this if he saw him again. Or any of
that clan really...Why not? There was no reason to keep it a
secret.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my
bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my
head.
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Akasha quirked an eyebrow at his response to her story until that little clarification was offered. While there was certainly enough anger to go around the queen couldn’t be certain who deserved the brunt of it. The redhead and her twin had brought that blood thirsty spirit into their lives. Her own husband hadn’t lifted a finger to save or protect her. But there was also the demon or whatever it’d been that had used her like some sort of puppet to achieve its goals.
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“Redheads are certainly not a favorite of mine.” Truthfully her issues with the sisters might be more strongly tied to that black cloud of smoke that forced itself down her throat. Had they sent it? Was it something the sisters had done to her? These were thoughts she hadn’t considered up until now. Quietly shaking off the impulse to look to her side where Enkil had always been. It was infuriating that she’d almost done it.
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“Now...I see what this world has to offer.” It was her first priority at the moment after having been dead for a while. Everything else would come in time.?
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"Well good luck with that,then," Damon replied
dryly to her plan to see what the world had to offer.
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He didn't give a shit what she did to said world
had she an urge. He was the last to talk. Idly he considered going with her just
to watch the show or keep tabs. Idly he considered getting in touch with Bonny
just in case this Akasha planned to be a problem. The witches should be
warned...the thought was a distant one, though, because why did he care?
Bonny...she was his friend...
I'm friends with the monster that's under my
bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my
head.
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