Caught Between Two Worlds
Strictly Role Play
A Prolonged Downtime
An Out of Character post:
It has been a while since there has been very much since Jack and Isa’s story has moved along. I found it a most interesting story, the whole being trapped mentally in another time while actually being in the present and having to conform, with identity and memory loss thrown in, an unknown love and the battle to restore everything, while potentially changing who Isa’s true self is. I really enjoyed it. Though, we have not pushed it along, and for our followers, I do apologize.
It seems that my partner has made some decisions that I believe should have been thoroughly discussed, but was pushed out into stream. I partially do not agree with the changes and wish the route could have been different, and more involving both characters. An action that was made during a delicate time changed up the entire story line, and now I am having a problem with trying to channel my vampire. Once again, I do apologize.
For now, it seems that Isa and Jack are in a prolonged downtime. A hiatus of sorts. I really do enjoy them, but along with my partner, we just have not carried out their story, sadly. I hope that one day we can pick them back up and make our way along. For now, this vampire rests comfortably where ever Isa chooses.
Until next time.
Album: Losing Sleep (Bonus Track Version)
I lost my faith, in my darkest days,
But she makes me want to believe.
And when that world slows down, dear.
And when those stars burn out, here.
Oh she’ll be here, yes she’ll be here.
They call her love. She is love, and she is all I need.
Welcome To Nocturna
Upon being turned over two hundred years ago, I have learned a thing or two about business and how to successfully run one. My gem of the strip is Nocturna, a mostly vampire oriented establishment, but open to all supernatural kind and humans, as well. Nocturna is located on the Vegas strip and consists of three stories. The lowest level being the main bar and dance area, the second to the VIP rooms and lounges, and the third to my private office. Please, do enjoy a tour and grab a drink. We have a fully stocked bar with a variety of synthetic blood, so quench your thirst and have a good time.
She Is Love
Many nights, I sat by Isa’s bed. I waited patiently with hope that she would wake again. With hope that we would be reunited again. I was right, but it took time. My blood had failed me numerous times after numerous attempts. It was failing her. I started to question it, and whether anything could make her rise again, but still, I tried. Many nights, I waited as they ran tests on her, all coming back that she was healthy, but yet not solving why she could not wake. You would not believe how frustrating that was. To sit by the one you love’s side every night, wishing to hear their voice, to see their eyes fluttering open; using every ounce of energy you have in your body to try to will it to happen… and nothing.
I knew my Isa was a fighter. I had faith that she could pull out of this coma. Even though she was not conscious, I could feel her every breath as if it were my own. I tried to feed her my own strength through the bond, but even that did not help. I feared that the various drugs the human doctors fed her would hurt her. That it would some how weaken the sacred bond we shared. I still sat there every night, watching it happen, waiting for results that weren’t coming. I was tempted to take her away. She wasn’t waking up in a hospital bed, then why not have her at home? At least I would get to lay with her and hold her, even if she was in a perpetual sleep. I didn’t. Part of me wanted to. Part of me wanted her to wake up at home, to be comfortable in her own bed, but we stayed in that hospital. She laid there, motionless, almost dead-like… and we stayed. My hopes and faith were slowly withering away, but I would sit by her side for as long as it took; even if that meant for an eternity. My time was devoted to her.
And then… she woke up.
The woman that woke up was not the Isa I had shared many months with. A scared woman from the past sprung up in that hospital bed, and I was completely shocked, but yet, all I wanted to do was hold her. I was swept with relief that I had waited so long for. I could feel everything that ran through her. She was frightened and confused, but yet she knew deep down she trusted me, even if she didn’t know why.She is an old soul in a new world, and I love spending as much time as I can with her, watching her adapt and grow before my eyes.
This Isa was a complete flip from the Isa I encountered on the street. She was stuck in the past with no knowledge from then to now. She may not have been whom I had spent so many months with, but I still found this new persona intriguing. The first few nights after her awakening were different from what I had remembered. With this Isa, there was no profanity, no vulgarity, and she stays clothed most of the time. She’s a coin, and this was one side to her.
Despite the changes, this new Isa appealed to me. I love the woman I was with before very much, but I also love this new side to her. The one that squeaks and blushes and squirms because she is not used to modern times and modern state of mind, and even me. Her quirkiness has really grown on me, and I’m loving it and I’m loving being around her. If this is the Isa that was deep down in the woman I love, then I’m glad I’m finally getting to meet her. She’s just so different, but different is not necessarily bad…
But then again, there is that old Isa. The one who’s attitude and sex appeal blows through the roof. The feisty temptress that is persistent, and once she sets her sights on something, she will not stop until she has it. The daring Isa that would attempt just about anything, in the bedroom and out. Isa, who could tear you apart verbally and not give a second thought to it. She was bold and beautiful and full of life.
My carefree woman, the wild child with a wild streak. Her appetite for adventure and excitement was almost insatiable. We were always trying new things and she was hardly ever afraid of anything. Many of the things we did, Isa pushed us into. It gave us that spark, that flame that is always needed in a relationship to keep things interesting, and there were never any dull moments, trust me.
She was always so confident in her skin, strutting around my penthouse with nothing on. So brave, and fierce, but also with that soft side reserved for only those who deserved it. She may have been hard headed and pushy, but she was always passionate. Whether it was when we made love or fought, her heart was always in it. She was so comfortable in her skin and always experimenting. It was so sexy. She may not have known, but I always looked up to her, and always wanted to be around her. Isa’s independence and individuality is one of the things that drove me to her and made me love her more than I ever thought I would.
Even now, when I can look at the two and compare them… sure, they seem like two complete opposite people, but I see a lot of similarities between the two. With old Isa, there were times that the new Isa would shine through, and the reverse is the same now. I love it when she has those spurts where the two mesh and she gets that look in her eye where she knows she’s being true to herself, but she isn’t sure of how or why it is happening. When Isa and I first encountered each other on that street, our eyes locked and it took all I had to try to even look away. We were drawn to each other. There was this pull, this force… it was as if we were magnetic to each other. Even when her personality and entire being completely changes, that attraction is still there. And it is stronger than ever.
I love both sides to this charismatic and gorgeous woman that I am proud to call my bonded. After being apart for so long, and even thinking I had lost her completely, just having her with me at all is refreshing and fills that emptiness I felt without her. I love both aspects of her equally. With both, she is the perfect woman. I know that I will never find better than her, and I would never want to find any one other than her. No one would ever make me feel the way she does, and most vampires can not feel. Her duality feeds off of each other. She needs both to be whole and to be herself. With out them, I don’t know what she would be, but regardless, I would love her. I do love her. She is my life. She is my heart. She is my soul. She is my everything.
She is love.
The Great Escape
When I rose that night from my death, I could feel that I was closer to her. All of my searching had finally brought me to her after she had suffered so much pain and anguish. I felt it all. Every stab, every bone that broke, every hit. I felt what she felt, inside and out. Tonight, I would finally end it. I would end not only her torture, but also the life of the coward that even dared to do this.
I had used the bond we had formed with our blood the best that I could to help keep her alive for most of this. I don’t know how she would have survived without it. She is strong on her own, no doubt. A free willed individual my Isa is, but this… was much more than either of us could have anticipated. This sick… fuck would pay. I was sure of it.
I used the link between us to guide me to where Isa was held. It took all of my resistance to not bust down the door so I could asses the situation and my surroundings. It was a small cabin, deep in the woods. Far enough out to where the screams would never reach a human ear. I bit back a growl while crouching down to the ground, peering into the window, seeing my love bound and gagged, thrown in the corner like a piece of trash. I could feel the anger rise in me, half-wondering if my eyes were as dark as my thoughts were. I crept to the door, placing my hand firmly on the knob, turning it with extreme caution, only cracking it a tad when smelling her sweet, unmasked scent. She was too weak to hide it.
This revelation only intensified my anger, the only thing filling my thoughts being the sweet satisfaction of snapping the puny human’s neck with my bare hands. I opened the door enough to fit myself into, closing it carefully behind me as I looked for the man that would soon meet his death. I stopped and closed my eyes for a split second, clearing my senses to sniff him out. He was in the next room, hiding like the coward he was.
I glanced at Isabelle, my eyes fixing themselves on every wound and defiled spot on her body, my fangs drawing out on their own. How dare this pitiful being lay an ill finger on my goddess? Revenge would be mine. Nothing would please me more than the vengeance that was coming soon. I walked over and knelt down next to her unconscious form, running a hand softly through Isa’s tangled and grungy hair, whispering softly as if she could hear me. “Soon, Isa. We’ll be home, soon.”
With that, I stood, feeling the rage flood over myself as I neared the door, not being so quiet this time with my footing. I reached the room adjacent to the main room, swiftly bringing my foot up to bust down the door, much to the man’s surprise. The man, completely caught off guard, leaped from the bed he laid in. I could sense his shock as his heart began to race, trying to register what was going on. I snarled and glared at him, daring him with my eyes to make the first move. He took notice to my fangs as he exclaimed out, calling me a “fucking fanger”. This “fucking fanger” was ready to end his life.
He dove for a bag, crashing into is as wooden stakes spilled out of it. He grabbed one tightly in his hand, lunging towards me, his arm extended. I growled and caught his arm, gripping it in my hand while throwing him up against the wall, only muttering one word to him: vengeance. The cracking of his arm, mixed in with his yelp was enough to make Isa stir. The man’s heart was beating faster than ever and I felt that I had already let him live long enough. Without another thought, I fed off of my impulse and sank my fangs into his throat, jerking my head to take a chunk of it with me as his blood spewed from the gaping hole.
I could feel Isa drifting in and out of consciousness as I dealt with the man, slamming him against the wall repeatedly, not even wanting to feed from him. I wanted him to die slowly and painfully, letting him drop to the ground to bleed out. I felt his blood drip from my lips as a loud, throaty growl roared out of me. The blood soaked shirt clung to my chest as I backed away from the man while he gurgled and choked on his own blood, snarling with my fangs out. “Your pathetic life has come to an end.”
I sped from the room to find Isa. She was out cold again as I picked her up with the utmost care, not wanting to worsen any wounds and carried her out of the cabin in my arms. One last glance was cast at the wooden prison, mind half-tempted to torch it, deciding to walk away. It was time to get Isa help.
There was a small clearing amongst the woods where I laid Isa down, propping her up onto my lap, her golden hair cascading over my arm. I held her in my arms, feeling her start to fade. I then felt the most unbearable pain, not only in my heart, but throughout my entire frame as her heart stopped beating. I did not fight the blood tears from streaming down my face, my mind quickly thinking of revivals. I would not let her die. I would not lose the woman who made my un-dead heart still beat as if I were alive. She sometimes made me feel as though I were still a fae. As if I fit in right with her. As if the warmth that radiated from her soft skin also stimulated heat within mine. I refused to let her go. Failure was not an option.
I quickly released my fangs, tearing into my wrist to allow my blood to drip into her mouth. I put all of my faith into what they say was the very meaning of life. Her life depended on it. I sat her up more to allow the blood to flow down her throat and mix with her own. I held her close and pressed my face into her hair, taking in her scent. Her sweet, intoxicating, pure scent that I had grown accustomed to being around after so long. There had been many days when she had gone missing that I would simply sit with one of her belongings, just to capture the scent, if only for a moment. The scent of perfection.
I mumbled incoherent things into her hair, many of them promises of how I would take care of her; how this would never happen again… just only if she would come back to me. I whispered to her how much I loved her. How much I needed her. How I could not go on without her. How she was the only light in my life when I had none. She was the only thing I looked forward to in my long eternity. I waited a few moments, taking in how much I truly cherished her when the soft beginnings of her heartbeat filled my ears and I could feel the bond reform.
It had worked.
I was overjoyed. Relieved. I held her tight, restating every promise I made to her. I waited for her eyes to open up. To be thrilled to see me, but it never happened. I tried to use the newly awakened bond to give her the boost, and yet nothing happened. I was going to turn to something I never saw myself even considering. A human hospital. I looked over her body, her wounds already healing. There was some progress after all. I lifted her up into my arms once again, ready to speed off into the night. “I will fix you. I promise.”
Upon arrival at the hospital, the desk attendant seemed frazzled at our sudden burst through the door. A blood sodden vampire with an unconscious woman draped over his arms did not exactly seem like a good thing. I pleaded for them to help her. To admit her and fix her. I accompanied the doctors as far as I could while they ran tests on her to see how her functions were. The waiting nearly sent me to my second death. I wanted so desperately to have her back. I doubted myself. I faulted myself, believing that my blood was not enough to bring her back. That I was not enough, but all I could do was wait.
After many hours of tests, they assured me that all of her bodily and organ functions were superb, but they could not explain why she would not wake. They declared her comatose and allowed me to stay with her in her room. I brushed a hand over my shaggy hair, wondering how long this would last and if she was strong enough to pull out of it. I caught a glimpse of myself and went to clean up. I did not want her to wake and see a blood-covered man, even if it was her love. I sat beside her bed, taking her hand in mine, caressing her delicate skin with my thumb. Many memories flashed through my mind, and I wondered if they were traveling through hers, too. I kissed her hand gently and began the next segment of waiting. I had nothing but time on my side, and all of my time was being devoted to her.