time away from home (open to all)

[lysa mcmillan]

Lysa decided to go out to the woods, alone. There was nothing for her to be afraid of. Today was her day off from work so she decided to go somewhere where she could be herself, a vampire. She wore her khaki shorts with a white buttoned up shirt and hiking boots. She climbed up a tree and sat at the top and looked around the area. It was so beautiful outside. She didn't care if it was going to be cold out or not. She had just gotten done feeding.

Lysa was still very alone in the area, with barely any friends around for her to get to know. At school, she still felt like the outcast. People talking about attacks in the area, she couldn't help but think maybe there were evil vampires out and about. As she sat at the top of the tree, she couldn't help but look down. She said to herself if I were human and jumped from this height, it would kill me. but since I'm a vampire... she jumped and landed safely on the ground, I live, sorta she said chuckling to herself.

She continued to walk around the woods, wondering why it was so quiet around the area, it wasn't normal, but with all the attacks going on, animals must be in hiding, but any human, vampire, or werewolf that walked through this area might not worry about the attacks. If humans were manely in here, they might be stupid to come alone.

Lysa found an opening in the woods were the sun came in and she sat in the center of it, letting her body shimmer in the sunlight. It is a place where she felt normal, despite shining all over the place. Right now, she could care less who saw her sitting here, she wanted someone to talk to besides herself.

[finlay abel ruxton]

The woods weren’t one of his favourite places to be, the stories that seeped through Forks like mist were enough to deter him from the very depths at least and as an extra precaution, Finn usually avoided the whole place altogether. It was a pure exception to his near iron cast rule that he had ended up surrounded by the tall evergreen trees with their thick roots uprising through the soils surface and providing numerous trip hazards to the teenager whose focus was merely on getting as far away from the burly fellow he had just tried to con. It was a foolish thing to attempt; Finlay should have backed out of the situation before getting in too deep with the broad shouldered and very muscular man who went by the name of Derek. The need for money to pay rent and his somewhat cocky attitude he had gained throughout his time as a professional medium, Finlay had ignored his instinct that was screaming at him to walk away and not to take the wad of notes that was expected at the beginning of each session.

The pair had met at the local cemetery, the final resting place of Derek’s wife Susan who had succumbed to some illness or another that Finn had failed to pay attention to. The whole thing was doomed from the start; since his client’s wife had been cremated there was no chance he would be able to pick up anything so he was restricted to lies and guesswork, which wasn’t uncommon in his line of work. He gave the bloke credit, Derek humoured him for the best part of half an hour of in which Finn explained the usual, like how much his client was missed and loved and then went on to pass on the message that Susan hadn’t been afraid of her sudden death. The latter was his biggest mistake, and all would have been well if only Derek’s wife had not died of a long suffering illness and had in fact been granted more time on the earth than she had been informed by doctors.

He realised far too late that he was in trouble, and his only thought was to get out alive and with the cash that he had pocketed in the back pocket of his jeans. His right shoe, suit jacket and torn shirt were reasonable sacrifices in his opinion and Finn was thankful that his stamina was better than his newest enemy, though it had taken the dense cover of the forest to lose the man. He bent over, leaning on his bent knees with his hands to catch his breath after running for what felt like a marathon. Heavy lids closed over dark eyes to block out the vast array of red spots that had accumulated across his vision once he had come to a halt, unaware that he wasn’t alone in the woods. However, he was suddenly aware of the slight chill in the air that was not the product of the weather and nor was it the same feeling he got from those who were dead and buried. Curious, he glanced up and his eyes immediately fell upon a beautiful blonde girl who was literally glimmering in the sunlight she sat in.

Finn closed his eyes tight, certain that the image in front of him was in fact a product of his imagination from his extended period of unexpected exercise, but as he opened them again the female was still there and still shimmering as though she was made of diamonds. For a moment Finlay didn’t know what to do, he just stood staring at her like a gormless idiot, as his mind tried to come up with logical explanations for what he was seeing. It was entirely possible he was hallucinating, that it was a trick of the light, or the girl was simply wearing clothing that reflected the light, but there was something at the back of his mind that convinced him that the girl was real. He took a wary step forwards and as he did, the air felt a tad denser with the abnormal coolness that lingered around him. His mind clicked, putting together the strange atmosphere and the glittering female and to test his theory, Finn took a few steps back and then a few more steps forward and felt the air change around him and localise around the girl. Now acting like a crazy person, he laughed outwardly as he performed the strange ritual twice more, and then approached the girl, though keeping his distance and tilted his head curiously as he looked over her. “Hello.” He greeted simply with a broad smile curling his lips.

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NOTES hope it’s okay I gate-crashed this thread[/size][/blockquote]

[lysa mcmillan]

Lysa just sat there, still in the sunlight. She heard some movement, and then jumped and looked. She smelt blood, and stood up, "hello" she said, walking slowly towards the guy that was standing yards from her. She noticed that the guys shirt was ripped, "Are you okay? You look a little shaken. I can tell you right now, I look different than you, but I'm not going to hurt you." She said stepping forward, out of the sunlight and near him. She touched his shirt, "Have you been in a fight?" she said then pulling her hand back, realizing he probably felt her cold hand against his chest.

Now she wasn't one to come right up to people, but he seemed different. She hoped that once he found out she was different, that he wouldn't run like the others did. She wanted more human friends. Mike was cool about what she was, and so were a few others. She had met a few good vampires, and some not so good ones.

status: done sorry its so short
notes: gate-crashing is fun

[finlay abel ruxton]

Finn remained where he was standing, allowing the unusual girl to approach him further as she greeted him. Her skin flickered as she moved under the patchy canopy, the layers of higher vegetation blocked out some of the raw sunlight as she came away from the open area where she had been sitting. He held his ground, though instinct pushed against him as it told him to be aware and though Finn acknowledged the feeling, he did not act upon it. How dangerous could she be? He pondered, chuckling inwardly as he couldn’t imagine such a delicate looking young woman being dangerous at all. As she neared, the air thickened further, and Finlay could feel the cool droplets of precipitation pressing against his skin as though they were forming a barrier around him; yet the air remained the same temperature as it had when he first became aware of her.

He had forgotten that his appearance suggested that he had been mugged or at least been dragged through a bush backwards, and he silently cursed that his newly acquired rent money would also had to stretch to a few new items of clothing. "Are you okay? You look a little shaken.” Finn laughed a little awkwardly, wondering how the girl would react if he explained that he had just lied and stolen from a man, which was technically the truth. “I’m fine, rather brilliant actually. Just got in a bit of trouble with my job, that’s all, it happens sometimes.” He replied, skirting around the truth as he didn’t fancy being given in to the police just yet.

”I look different than you, but I'm not going to hurt you." Her statement of reassurance did little to ease the nagging doubt at the back of his mind, only reassured him that he wasn’t going mad. “Why would I think you would hurt me?” He asked simply, casting his eyes over her once again. "Have you been in a fight?" Finlay chuckled out loud, even with the lack of blood that a fight normally drew; he assumed his rough demeanour was giving that impression nonetheless. “Not a fight, more of a chase.” He answered vaguely, raising his brow as her ice cold hand touched his chest. She removed it hastily, realising perhaps that her skin temperature was several degrees below that of the air that surrounded them. Finn began to circle her, his eyes roaming over her entire body, including her golden eyes, which were just as abnormal as the glittering of her skin and the coldness of her touch. “You’re very curious.” He stated bluntly, only reiterating what was obvious to them both.

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[lysa mcmillan]

She watched him walk around her. She started to get a little curious as to what he ment by you are curious "how so?" She asked. She was starting to wonder what he was trying to figure out. She chuckled and looked at him, "I could hurt you if I wanted to, but I won't She was trying to see if she could trust him, and maybe be friends with him.

"so all of the ripped clothes has something to do with trouble with your job? She was interested about that. She began to start with a story, "you have heard about the cold ones, or the ones that walk the night? Do you believe in them? She knew that he saw her golden eyes, and felt her cold hand on his chest, he had to think something was different with her.

[finlay abel ruxton]

She was a fascinating person in every way as Finn took in every part of her, from the pale ice cold skin that coated her body to her striking features that felt like they were drawing him in somehow. The only other people he had seen that resembled Lysa were the Cullen’s, the strange adoptive family of the doctor Carlisle and his wife, who had attended Forks high. Finlay could distantly remember the family disappearing for camping trips each time the sun shone, though he assumed they were just making the most of the limited sunshine but it now made sense that they were perhaps avoiding the whole sparkling thing that Lysa had going. he should have been more afraid of the girl, she was more than a little different, in fact she must have come from an entirely different world to the one he lived in and yet she walked among the townsfolk like she was actually human. "how so?" “I can sense the dead, the air changes. You seem to be neither living nor dead.” He answered honestly.

"I could hurt you if I wanted to, but I won't.” The statement did little to ease the flickering of nerves in his gut, only reinforced that she was more powerful than he could probably imagine and he was only a mere human with the power to listen in on the dead; neither of which would be helpful if he was attacked by a supernatural being. "so all of the ripped clothes has something to do with trouble with your job? Finn laughed, hearing it back made it sound ridiculous as to how a medium could get into so much trouble with members of the public. he would certainly have to look in a mirror to see how badly he fared from the encounter with the burly Derrick, knowing that he had taken one fall onto concrete, which had given the guy an advantage and had resulted in the initial tearing of his shirt. His jacket had been pulled from him as soon as the chase begun, whilst the extra tears of both his clothing and his skin, plus the loss of his shoe had occurred somewhere throughout the woods. “It’s not preferential, but it happens. Some people don’t appreciate being lied to about their deceased loved ones, so I try and avoid them finding out. This guy found out and he was not best pleased.” He explained casually, still finding humour in the incident and would continue to do so for a long time afterwards.

"You have heard about the cold ones, or the ones that walk the night? Do you believe in them?” Her question brought him back to his current situation, standing alone in the woods with someone who was beyond the principles of science. The cold ones rang a bell inside his mind, though it had been a long time since he had heard the term for vampires and had forgotten most of the stories that were passed around by schoolchildren and townsfolk when he had first started at Forks high school. “I’ve heard of them, yes. Since I can sift through the thoughts of dead people and sense where they’re buried…I’m open to the idea of supernatural or immortal beings.” He replied, feeling a sense of connection with Lysa as he had always felt alone with his unusual talent and had never come across any humans with anything similar, so she was the closest thing he could relate to. “You’re a…vampire?”

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[lysa mcmillan]

She was interested in the fact that his job was to talk to the dead. "Interesting job you got there." She stated. She was curious about him, as did he seem curious about her. Then she heard him say you're a... vampire She hoped that it wouldn't scare him.

I see you have heard about the cold ones as being vampires. I am indead a vampire. That is why I said you don't have to fear me. I am not one to attack humans. The ones you have to be afraid of are the ones with red eyes. I have golden eyes, you have nothing to fear. I have only attacked one human, and the blood made me sick." She explained. She hopes that she won't lose a chance to possibly be a friend, or in the future more to this guy.

[finlay abel ruxton]

Vampire. He still couldn’t quite believe it, but all evidence suggested that Lysa was indeed telling him the truth. Modern day ‘vampires’ usually consisted of people who called themselves ‘goths’, dressed in all black and were mostly depressed and disturbed individuals who enjoyed tormenting the elderly in particular with their ghostly white makeup and thick black eyeliner. They were the type of people who were more active at night and revelled in the thoughts of monsters and death rather than fear them like normal humans would, and so often had a strange fascination with the blood sucking mythical creatures that were brought to life by the likes of Bram Stoker and his infamous Dracula persona. Finlay didn’t understand the minds of the gothic’s of the world, but then he had his own interest in death, or rather the dead, which was in an entirely different dimension to the fanatical vampire wannabes.

”Interesting job you got there” A small smirk drew his lips upwards at the corners, the use word interesting was one he hadn’t heard on many occasions, since people were more prone to feeling freaked out or concerned for his mental health rather than seeing his ability in an appealing light. “It certainly is interesting, but many differ with that view.” He commented, voicing his thoughts aloud as though to remind the newly acquainted vampire that human’s wouldn’t necessarily see it as a good thing. Finn wasn’t shy about letting people in to his little secret, though he usually tried to be careful about whom he divulged, which had been disregarded in the circumstances as after all, he was facing a creature that people believed could never exist. In fact Finn was struggling with the biology of it, wondering just how it was physically possible for vampires to exist, but perhaps such things didn’t really matter in a supernatural world.

”I see you have heard about the cold ones as being vampires. I am indeed a vampire. That is why I said you don't have to fear me. I am not one to attack humans. The ones you have to be afraid of are the ones with red eyes. I have golden eyes, you have nothing to fear. I have only attacked one human, and the blood made me sick." Finn listened intently to the velvety words that slipped off her tongue, her tone or maybe her looks, almost hypnotising him. He wanted to know more about her, about her species, and since she had already started her story with hints of what Forks had been hiding for decades or even centuries, he thought she would only be too willing to enlighten him. “If you don’t attack humans, where do you get your blood?” He asked curiously, his mind full of the stories that people naturally picked up from television and books, which told him that vampires only fed on the blood of humans.

“This is the stuff of legends, of myths, how can it be real?” Another question, with plenty to follow behind it he was sure as his head was beginning to fill with all sorts of questions from the reasonable to the plain ridiculous. Finn lowered himself to the ground, deciding that their conversation would be a long and detailed one, and he didn’t fancy standing for the duration of what was an indefinite period of time. He crossed his legs and removed his solitary shoe from his right foot, he didn’t quite know the reason for doing so except it just didn’t look right having one shoe off and one shoe on, giving him the appearance of living on the streets. Finn placed his scuffed and essentially useless shoe that no longer had a matching partner, beside him to discard in the trash later when there was an appropriate placed to dispose of it. He gestured for Lysa to join him if she so wished, he didn’t know if vampires got tired, but clearly they did not sleep in coffins during the day to hide away from the sunlight that would set their skin aflame. The myths were just that, untrue, made up by imaginative minds and accepted by everyone else, but he was going to find out was real vampires were.

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WEARING this, albeit minus the jacket, right shoe and his shirt is torn
NOTES sorry for the wait, muse has come back now though (in ample amounts apparently here) ^_^[/size][/blockquote]

[lysa mcmillan]

Lysa smiled when he didn't run away. She was glad that it looked like he had taken interest in who she was, as well as what she was. She then saw him sit down and take off his only shoe, she couldn't help but laugh, "Was wondering if you were ever going to take that off." She then saw him sit down and desided to sit across from him, not knowing if he wanted her next to him, or across from him. Then he asked the question that she was wondering if he was ever going to ask, what do you eat? "Well, I don't feed on humans, I feed on animals, but not from here mostly, that would be suspicious. I also have spead like you couldn't imagine." She continued to tell him about how there are others around him, but not about who they were.

She then looked at him, "You can't tell anyone about me, about what I am." She said. Then he said how could this mythical stuff be true? She looked down and laughed a little "We always hide, sort of. Like I can't go into the sun, in front of humans at least, I do the sparkling thing. Some of us, not vampires, but others, can look like humans, but they tend to be very warm. Most vampires don't get along with us, but my old town, some of us did."

Status: Sorry it took me a while, I lost my internet for a while.